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Jungwon will tell you he started working out for health reasons, but really it’s so he can prove to Riki that he can win their little game at least once. Despite his efforts though, he still finds himself stuck under Riki’s weight. It fires up some corner of his brain, that boyishness about him that he can’t seem to shake. This time it takes a sharp left turn into something he has definitely pushed to the very back of his mind.
Jungwon grunts, leaping himself over Riki’s reach for his ankle to avoid being grabbed. They’re wrestling. Play-fighting? Whatever you want to call it that boys do to feel better about wanting to touch each other. Jungwon calls it sparring. He’s got great cat-like reflexes, which he uses to his advantage, taking a jab at Riki’s ribs causing him to double over completely. Jungwon leaps onto his back as Riki braces himself onto the rug. They’re smack dab in the middle of the dorm living room. Riki always starts his playful shadow-boxing on Jungwon when they’re meandering around the dorm, says there’s way more room out here than in their bedrooms. Jungwon thinks he only says that because one time he fell ass first into his television and smashed it. He saved up for a good few months for a new one after that.
Riki looks for a vulnerable appendage he could grab for leverage but when he can’t, he shifts his weight to the left, forcing Jungwon off of him and onto his back. Jungwon dislikes rough-housing in the common area because of moments like this. He knows the intimacy that goes hand-in-hand here, especially with Riki, who is hornier than a dog in rut sometimes. Jungwon’s arms brace himself then lift to protect himself from Riki as he climbs on top of him. His thighs are bracketing Jungwon’s waist, tight enough that he can barely wiggle around. It kind of hurts. Jungwon already feels the thrill of arousal settle into his belly. He would never admit it out loud, but the erection he sports after these moments with Riki rivals Sunghoon’s porn addiction.
“Do you lose on purpose, hyung?” Riki asks with a shit eating grin across his face.
“No,” Jungwon strains, attempting to grab at Riki’s wrists, “and I haven’t lost yet.” Riki keeps his hands easily out of reach.
“No?” Riki chuckles. Jungwon throws a few jabs at his ribs again, trying to get him to grab at him so he can catch a wrist, but Riki gets to him first. He waits for a moment where Jungwon pauses to reach out, locking his fingers around Jungwon’s wrists and forcing them up above his head. Riki is forced to lean over him now, his chest right in Jungwon’s field of view. Why did he have to wear a button up today? And why does he always leave so many button unfastened? Jungwon is distracted. Riki is gloating above him about something but Jungwon’s eyes are glued to the beautiful expanse of skin shoved into his face.
Jungwon’s brain catches up with itself when he feels his cock twitch much too close to Riki’s ass. His eyes wander back up the stretch of Riki’s neck to his face, where he is grinning down at Jungwon like a madman. “What—” Jungwon gasps as Riki grabs onto his waist and flips him completely onto his tummy. “Riki!” he bleats, face blooming a pretty red.
Riki quickly captures Jungwon’s wrists again, folding them against his back and holding him there. “Do you lose now?” asks Riki, smug as ever. Jungwon groans, trying his hardest to wiggle around, anything to buck Riki off of him. Nothing seems to work and Riki has his arms tightly bound. How does he have this much strength? Jungwon barely ever sees Riki in the gym. Riki leans down, close to Jungwon’s ear, “admit it, hyung.” he says lowly. Riki’s breath cascades down Jungwon’s neck and he nearly shivers at it. All this strength training with Sunghoon and he still can’t seem to keep Riki off him. It’s embarrassing.
“Never,” groans Jungwon, attempting once more to knock Riki backwards. Instead he ends up pushing his ass up against Riki who he feels is exhibiting similar signs to Jungwon’s body. He’s hard. Jungwon can feel it plump up against the curve of his ass cheeks. He stops struggling, purposefully pushing his hips away from Riki—ultimately shoving his own hard-on into the roughness of the rug below him. He squeezes his eyes shut, willing away the pleasure he feels fill his cock. “Come on Ni-Ki…” comes out more like a desperate whimper. Riki shifts his hips into Jungwon’s ass, draping himself over his much smaller body.
“I know you’re hard too, hyung,” Riki whispers, rubbing himself against Jungwon’s ass more deliberately. Jungwon is shocked, to say the least, at Riki’s sudden boldness. He knows he has had to inch away awkwardly a few times after their sparring matches to deal with his problem himself. He is very much aware that Riki has done the same, but it’s different when neither of them have ever acknowledged it before. Now, Riki has him pinned and he’s trying to shove his cock between Jungwon’s cheeks. He can barely move an inch, every movement of his body to escape just rocks Riki’s hard-on against him.
“Okay,” Jungwon swallows, “you win.” he deadpans, cheek flush against the rug. There’s a shallow silence that follows and he wonders if Riki even heard him, until he hears him purr directly in his ear. Jungwon feels Riki deliberately grind into his ass, shifting his own dick against the carpet. A small whine escapes Jungwon’s throat. He tries his best to swallow it down. “Riki…”
“Just this once, hyung…” Riki hums, rocking his hips, “please,” he begs. Jungwon gasps at a particularly rough thrust. Riki groans in his ear and Jungwon huffs, shoving his ass back against him. Riki is heavy on top of him but its a welcomed weight to Jungwon’s quickly escalating arousal.
Jungwon’s arms are still tightly pushed against his lower back, locked in Riki’s grasp as he nuzzles his face into the crook of Jungwon’s neck. He can feel a slight dampness against his ass. Riki is leaking at a little bit of grinding. Jungwon shivers, moving his hips along with him as much as he can. The rug is rough against Jungwon’s cock but it feels so good, he groans against the floor. Riki ruts into him like he’s actually fucking him; hips moving in such a languid motion, Jungwon wonders if he’s trying to draw it out.
“Riki,” he starts, kicking one of his legs up to poke him, “faster…” he mumbles. Riki says nothing but obeys quickly, humping Jungwon like he’s a body pillow. He’s rough, shoving Jungwon’s cock between his stomach and the floor. Jungwon huffs, face red and raw from the rug scratching against his cheek. He twitches in his shorts when Riki purrs again, low and rumbling against his back. He momentarily forgets they’re in the middle of the dorm, easily caught by the others if they were to come home early.
Riki’s thrusts start to falter, stuttering into Jungwon’s ass. “Close, hyung…” he whines. The grasp on Jungwon’s arms tighten and he gets shoved harder into the floor. Jungwon feels cotton fill his ears, moaning Riki’s name as he cums against the carpet. Riki’s lips glide over Jungwon’s neck when he feels his spend ooze from the thin fabric of Riki’s shorts, smearing it along his ass. They rock into each other softly a few times before Riki’s full weight falls onto Jungwon. He lets out a soft oof, panting hard against the floor.
“Hyung?” Riki speaks up, hands leaving Jungwon’s arms to slide over his waist.
“Hm?” hums Jungwon.
“Can we do that again?” he asks, emphasizing with a soft thrust of his hips.
Jungwon’s eyes widen, head snapping up. “Again,” he exclaims, wiggling under the weight, “get off of me Riki…” Jungwon slithers his arms out from behind him, lifting himself off the carpet with Riki still draped over him. Riki whines at him.