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Jay has been pulling Jake into the most difficult situations since they were kids. School detentions for skipping class to nights in jail for trespassing, and maybe tonight is tamer than the rest of the predicaments he’s been forced into but still. This—well, isn’t what he planned on doing Saturday night.
But yes, Jake does know that a frat party is where you’d find most college students. Whatever. He’s never been interested and 3 years into University, he still isn’t. Much rather, he’d be studying in his room with music playing in his earbuds. Alone.
Either way, he lets Jay pull him out of the car and into the building filled with kids around his age. Jake couldn’t count on one hand how many times he wanted to turn on his heel and walk right out—but he doesn’t. Because one, admittedly, he does need this night out. Two, Jay’s meeting up with some guy he’s been talking to for a few weeks and Jake wants to be there if shit takes a turn for the worse.
There are only two reasons for him to stay, one more important than the other, until his eyes land on a blonde boy he’s never seen around Campus before—hanging in the corner with some familiar faces.
Three. Three reasons to stay.
Jake walks a bit closer, trying to figure out if there’s a name he could put to the face he’s looking at. Sunoo and Sunghoon (Jay’s friends) are right beside him, so he figures Jay might know him. But still, there are no bells ringing in Jake’s head. He’d take his phone out and shoot Jay a text or two, but it’d probably prove useless if he was already occupied.
Jake doesn’t realize he’s been staring until eyes capture his own, and he looks away almost immediately. His eyes scan the room for a quick exit in panic, and he hurdles towards the first doorway he sees. It’s an open entrance to the kitchen, he finds, and there’s no one in the room except for him.
He’s quick to pour himself a shot and down it (despite how many times he’s uttered the words I don’t drink), and regrets it as the burning sensation in his throat reminds him exactly why he avoids alcohol altogether. Jake’s about to grab the bottle a second time to investigate exactly what he’d consumed, but a voice has him turning around to see who’d pulled him out of his trance.
“네가 나를 보고 있는 걸 알아차렸어.”
Jake knows Korean. He’s fluent, actually, but his thoughts are swirling around because the blonde boy he’d been looking at just a minute ago was standing tall, three feet away from him, still looking as handsome as ever.
“What?”
Heeseung chuckles and Jake thinks he sees stars. He reminds himself to thank Jay for dragging him out to this party later. “I said I saw you looking at me. Earlier.”
“Right. I know,” Jake clicks his tongue and keeps it at the roof of his mouth, shifting his weight onto the counter behind him. “Sorry—“
“You know? You knew I said that, or you knew I saw you?”
“Both?” Jake shrugs, and then straightens himself up when Heeseung takes it upon himself to stand directly beside him. “Both, I—I speak Korean, just . . . didn’t hear you the first time, I guess.”
Heeseung nods. There’s a pleased smile on his face, because he’s picking up on Jake’s nervousness, and it’s rather . . . cute.
“Ah, okay. I’m Heeseung. You here alone?”
“No,” the word rolls off of Jake’s tongue before he can even give himself the chance to regret it. “My friend drove me here. Jay. You probably know him,” he explains, and Jake notices the way Heeseung nods in approval when he refers to the American as a friend.
“You’re Jake, then. Right?”
A nod. Heeseung continues. “Jay talks about you sometimes. Think his feelings go a little deeper than friendship, yeah?”
Right. Sure. Jake rolls his eyes.
“Hey. ‘m just fucking with you. It was nice to meet you, though, Jake.”
And that’s all that Jake hears before he’s watching Heeseung slip past him and back into the broken off crowds cascading through the rest of the building.
Heeseung. Jake says it to himself a few times, and he thinks he likes the way the blonde’s name feels on his tongue.
Anyway. Jake finds Jay nearly a half hour later, his hand interlocked with one of Jungwon’s as they push past him and to one of the upstairs bedrooms. He calls out for him and gets a response after being ignored twice, asks him if he can head home early. Jay just says yeah, go ‘head, more focused on the boy pressed into his side more than anything.
The walk back to their dorms isn’t too far, either, only short of ten minutes—and for a moment Jake has his mind set on getting into his room and lying down on his soft bed, relaxing. Properly.
But the moment he steps foot outside, he sees a familiar figure standing at the sidewalk.
Now, Jake’s a Christian. He’s never really given much thought to being otherwise . . . it’s default for him. The whole thing—he’d even been baptized before. And when he’s asked any questions regarding his sexual life, he says he’s waiting for marriage—but the sight of Heeseung blowing smoke into the air in an oversized hoodie, short blonde hair peeking through his beanie—it makes him want to get on his knees and sin.
He thinks for a moment that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad to throw away his beliefs for a night . . . or at least ignore the fool who came up with the rule.
Jake takes a few steps towards the taller guy and a feeling of regret almost immediately bubbles up in his stomach and dies in his throat. This isn’t right. He shouldn’t be engaging in hookup culture. Just as he’s about to turn and walk away, Heeseung speaks up.
“Too crowded in there for you?”
Jake looks for the patronizing in his voice for a second, but it’s not there. Most people who ask that question or similar, they try to poke fun at how socially awkward Jake is. Especially around a crowd as large as the one stalking the building behind him.
“Yeah. I’m leaving, actually—“
Heeseung turns to face him at that announcement, fingers scissored around the cigarette to pull it out of his mouth. “Really? This soon?” he sneers but it’s lacking any sort of negativity. “No one’s even fought yet.”
“Don’t think that’s something I wanna stick around for,” Jake giggles and Heeseung smiles, endeared by the small hiccups of sound coming from the boy beside him.
He looks down for a moment, a few stray thoughts running through his head, one sticking out above all.
Heeseung takes a drag of the cigarette before offhandedly twirling it between his fingers for Jake to grab, smiles at him in wait and that smile all too soon turns into a grin as he watches the younger boy settle it between his (gorgeous, Heeseung has noticed) lips, and inhales until it causes him to double over, coughing while still trying to regain his breath.
Jake hands the spit stained cigarette back to Heeseung with a sort of kicked-dog expression, and he thinks maybe Heeseung’s humor isn’t fully developed because he’s laughing—laughing in his face, not even trying to hide it either.
“Too much for you?” Heeseung asks obviously, and Jake all but scoffs. “Mm, ‘s alright. Not for everyone, I guess.”
And then Heeseung knows he’s right, for sure. The evidence has just been presented. Jake does look good with something pressed between his lips, but God knows the blonde wishes it weren’t just a cigarette.
Jake nods. For a second, he’s lost in his thoughts while he watches Heeseung smoke the cigarette in long puffs. It’s only a few minutes later when he finally decides to bite the bullet and ask the question that’s been sitting on his tongue since he first laid eyes on Heeseung. Pushes the religious guilt to the back of his brain and instead pushes out the words—
“So. Uh—you wanna fuck?”
Heeseung raises an eyebrow. There’s no verbal response, but despite the eyebrow raise, he doesn’t look confused. He looks anything but, actually. Amused, aroused, agreeable.
“Sorry?” Heeseung says, but Jake knows he heard him. For whatever reason, he decides to backtrack.
“Shit. Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t even mean for it to come out that way—“ and Jake knows he’s fucked (not in the good way), because Heeseung is friends with Jay and it’ll somehow get to the rest of the group and he’ll just never be able to live this down. A hand finds the back of his neck and he nervously scratches, expecting anything to come out of Heeseung’s mouth. An acceptance of his apology, a laugh, whatever—he expects exactly everything except the words that follow.
“You’re good. Don’t worry,” Heeseung soothes, and then asks, “We can go back to my place? If you want.”
And Jake thinks he sees the gates of heaven (or maybe hell would be fitting to his situation), but his answer comes out quicker than a bullet and then they’re in Heeseung’s car, driving away from the high kids scattered across the lawn.
It takes the best of fifteen minutes for them to pull into the parking lot of an expensive apartment complex, and Jake’s stomach does flips on the elevator up to Heeseung’s floor. Nervousness is eating at him little by little, and he’s praying (ironically) that Heeseung won’t be able to tell.
“It’s not much. Don’t look all intimidated,” Heeseung comments, and it’s offhand just like most of the things he says, but either way it has Jake blushing. “If you wanna use the bathroom or anything first, it’s right behind you. I’ll wait in the bedroom, yeah?” It seems like the blonde is trying his hardest to be comforting and Jake’s grateful, even as he disappears into the room down a short hallway.
It feels like Jake is staring back at his reflection forever. There are a thousand thoughts running through his head and he isn’t completely sure which ones to listen to.
Just tell him you wanna go home.
Should I tell Jay where I am?
Does Heeseung do this often?
Above all, there’s lust. Pure, utter lust—it can’t be mistaken for anything else and Jake would be a fool to interpret the knot in the pit of his stomach as otherwise.
Whenever he gets the courage to stop hiding in Heeseung’s weirdly tidy bathroom, he racks his brain to remember which door the blonde had gone through to get to the bedroom. It takes a second but eventually he’s met with the sight of Heeseung, sitting on a bed.
His hair is messy because the beanie he sported a few minutes ago has been thrown somewhere in the room, and he’s changed his shirt to a white (and frankly see-through) tank top.
The sight is enough to knock the air out of Jake’s lungs, but he hopes that Heeseung doesn’t see the way his eyes darken because the room is relatively dark (but the gasp he let out might be enough anyways).
Jake wastes no time getting beside Heeseung, who only smiles in return.
“So. Um, are we gonna have sex now?”
The awkwardness in which the words fall out makes Heeseung laugh, and Jake can’t really be too sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing until— “Yes, baby, we’re gonna have sex now.” Jake flushes a bright red as Heeseung continues, “If you still want to.”
Jake nods as Heeseung’s hands make their way towards his waist and pull, pull, pull until he’s sat in the blonde’s lap. “Can you tell me what you want, then?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never—“ his words fall quieter when Heeseung begins pressing light kisses to his neck and collarbone. One of his hands fall to the blonde hair below him and catches a good grip, his tongue feels like it goes numb in his mouth while he tries to focus on anything but what Heeseung’s mouth feels like when it’s pressed to his body. “—never done this before.”
“Never?” Heeseung mumbles into Jake’s skin before he pulls away, the hands on his waist pulling him in closer. “I’m your first, huh? Cute.”
Heeseung leans up and connects their lips in what at first feels like exactly what Jake has always wanted his first kiss to be. Soft, passionate, loving. It quickly turns lewd when a tongue slips past his plump lips and his first instinct is to suck, so he does.
He’s surprised when he feels Heeseung moan into his mouth, but the reaction only eggs him on.
Heeseung pulls away first. There’s a string of saliva that collects between them.
“—you have a preference?” Heeseung asks, and Jake isn’t quite sure what the first part of the question was because he’d been too focused on grinding down into Heeseung’s lap. Elaboration comes after the confused look on his face gets too obvious.
“I just mean. How do you want us to do this?”
Jake blinks once. Twice. “Heeseung,” and this is the first time he’s saying his name with sexual intent, won’t be the last either—“I want you to fuck me.”
“Okay. Fuck, okay.”
Heeseung reaches past Jake, and in the process, pushes the younger boy off of his lap and into the sheets under them. Jake is about to ask what he’s doing, but after a minute he sees Heeseung present to him a small tube of what looks like lube, a condom, and his breathing hitches. And God, this is really happening.
A hand reaches for the waistband of Heeseung’s sweatpants, and Jake himself is surprised at how eager he is. He feels himself hardening up against his thigh, a sound of impatience floating through his lips.
“Calm down,” Heeseung chuckles, “I’ve still gotta prep you. Don’t want it to hurt for your first time, yeah?”
The worst part isn’t how patronizing it sounds, it’s how much Jake likes it. He only whines in response, lifting up his hips so Heeseung can slip his pants (along with his boxers) off. His dick is red at the tip, leaking, and significantly smaller than Heeseung’s in width. Jake is already toying with himself, and while Heeseung would like to be in control of his pleasure, he looks far too tantalizing to be told to stop.
Heeseung hums. “How many fingers,” and a cold one presses up against his rim, teasing, Jake whimpers in response, “can you handle?”
“Can handle whatever you gimme. I promise, just touch me, please,” Jake is begging, Heeseung knows. But he wants to figure out how far he can push him before he gives him what he wants; what he needs.
“I’m touching you, Jake,” and his words are punctuated by two fingertips slipping into Jake’s asshole, barely inside but Jake is already so gone that any far touch is so overwhelming. “Am I not? Hm?”
Jake doesn’t do well responding to the words except for a groan, and dramatically throwing his head into the pillows. Then, “Ple—please call me Jaeyun.”
Heeseung’s lips twitch into a smirk and he suddenly begins thrusting his two fingers in and out of Jake’s heat, slow but hard, and the slenderness of them makes it so easy for him to reach all of the spots that make Jake thrash. “Jaeyun-ah,” he starts, “Am I touching you now?” Heeseung notices that calling Jake by his real name makes his short strokes on his cock quicker.
It’s a rhetorical question, clearly. Jake doesn’t reply and Heeseung doesn’t expect him to as he works his hands, one bringing Jake closer to the brink of an orgasm and the other pressed up under his thigh for a better view.
Heeseung can tell when Jake’s close. The whines get louder, more frequent, his cock twitches in want and just before he can get the chance to let go—
Jake groans as he looks down to see Heeseung’s glistening fingers. “Why?” he means for it to come out with more of a demanding tone, but he sounds like a kicked puppy begging for attention, “Heeseung, why?”
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you. Right?”
Jake hears the condom rip open and tenses up— No. That isn’t what he wants, he wants to feel Heeseung’s cock drag against his walls.
Heeseung picks up on this. “No condom, huh?”
And he’s right, so Jake nods and waits for what feels like hours for Heeseung to pull his sweats past his knees and even listens to the squelch of lube being applied to his—
Cock. God. And it’s huge, Jake notices.
“Wait—you’re so—“
Heeseung clicks his tongue, adjusting his hold on Jake’s hips. “If you can’t handle it—“
“No! No, I can. Just go slow, please?”
So Heeseung does. He’s slow as he pushes in, he’s slow with the first ten or fifteen thrusts and Jake is starting to feel the pleasure. One particular thrust has him arching into Heeseung’s chest, his ear pressed against the blonde’s lips.
“Relax, baby. Fuck, you can’t keep tightening up like that or I’m gonna cum, shit,” Heeseung’s hips falter for a moment before he stops thrusting altogether. There’s a stern look on his face as he pushes his and Jake’s hips flush against each others. “Behave.” It’s quick and curt, leaving no room for arguments but still—
“I am, I’m—“
Heeseung grunts when he pulls back and thrusts inside of Jake’s ass one hard time, listening to the way the hips smacking align with the cry that the boy below him lets out. “Shut the fuck up and let me use you, alright?”
Jake hiccups but nods, Heeseung’s word choice making his cock throb in anticipation.
Heeseung continues his sharp, deep thrusts. Jake’s whines and whimpers never cease—they push the blonde closer and closer to the edge, while the way his cock stabs at Jake’s prostate every few seconds has him on the brink too.
“Shit,” Heeseung grunts under his breath, “Fuck, princess. Are you close?”
“Mhm,” Jake hums, delirious, “inside. Heeseung,” he calls out to ensure that eyes are on him, “please,” Jake says it like he really has to beg, as if Heeseung wasn’t already hoping for it—as if he wouldn’t give in to anything Jake asked him at this point.
“I know, pretty. Cunt’s so perfect, Jaeyun-ah, I might make you my wife.”
The eldest’s words are exactly what make Jake let go with a cry, cum splattering all over his and Heeseung’s stomachs. The oversensitivity kicks in soon and he starts feeling sore while Heeseung fucks him through his orgasm, soon enough filling him up just like he’d asked.
They don’t speak except for Heeseung’s quiet “stay here,” after he manages to convince Jake to stop fucking clenching, as he pulls out with a pop. He returns with water and a wet towel, wiping away the mess they made and helping Jake lay on the pillows.
He unscrews the water bottle when Jake asks him to, pouring little by little into the boy’s mouth.
“Sore?” Heeseung asks even though he knows the answer.
Jake just nods. “You’re not exactly gentle.”
Heeseung shrugs, popping some water into his mouth too. “Well. You liked it. Among . . . other things,” he grins when Jake groans.
“It was so embarrassing. You called me your—“
“Wife?”
Heeseung smiles at him and this time it isn’t a grin or a smirk, it’s fond. Completely genuine through and through. “There’s nothing wrong with being into that sorta stuff. What other things do you like?”
“I don’t know,” Jake replies, his lips pressed together in a tight line while he thinks it over, “I’ve never had sex before you. I was waiting for marriage.”
“Oh, so I’ve corrupted you,” Heeseung realizes, but doesn’t dwell on the thought as he continues, “the name was fitting then.”
“Shut up.”
Heeseung laughs through his nose, breathy and contagious. “What? Am I wrong, wife?”
Jake doesn’t reply, just blinks—suddenly aroused again. “Don’t—“
Heeseung cuts him off sharply, beginning to move down the bed and undo his drawstring again, “Would knock you up if I could,” and Jake mewls. He’s already nearly squirming, body practically screaming to have something stuffed up his ass again.
“We can try again though, can’t we?” Heeseung voices as he pushes the fat tip against Jake’s rim. “Look at you. My Jaeyun-ah, gonna give me babies?”
Jake doesn’t last long. To be fair, though, neither does Heeseung.
For whatever reasoning, Jake doesn’t tell Jay he’d fucked one of his friends. Not when they go out to get lunch a few times or when they’re on his couch watching TV. He thinks about it more than he actually tries to say it, but it never comes out. Not when he wants it to. Not how he wants it to.
Jake doesn’t get the chance before Jay tells him that he’s invited their closest friends to his house for dinner and to catch up.
“It’ll be you, me, Sunoo, Sunghoon, Riki, Yeonjun, Jungwon-ah,” the fondness drips from his voice even as he talks to Jake over the phone.
And for whatever unfortunate reasoning, Jay doesn’t remember to mention Heeseung will be there.
Jake greets everyone like he usually does. He isn’t as close to some of them, but it feels natural because everyone is friends and there’s just this sort of air going around that pulls everyone closer. He goes to the kitchen to grab water and conveniently, the same blonde that had him unable to walk a few days ago was standing there, cigarette lit and beer in hand.
Heeseung perks up at the sight of Jake, and anyone with eyes could see the way he checked him out. He blows smoke out of his mouth and—“Stalking me, princess?”
Jake scowls and nearly shouts at him to keep it down. “Don’t start. I didn’t even—God, I wouldn’t have come if I knew you’d be here,” and Jake is already reaching for the fridge but he has no choice but to turn around and try to start over, because it really sounded like he resented the night he and Heeseung spent together when that was so far from the truth.
When he does turn around, though, Heeseung is barely three inches away from his body, vacating his spot next to the pantry.
“What, are you afraid your friends will find out how much of a whore you are for me?” Heeseung chuckles and Jake gulps. There’s nothing that he hates more than a cocky guy who thinks he can say whatever he wants . . . but God, it’s so fucking hot when Heeseung does it.
The entire situation makes him feel like he should be bending over and getting used—makes him want it.
“Don’t sweat it, alright? Jongseong doesn’t know and I’m not gonna tell him unless you want me to.”
It’s one of the only normal sentences that Jake has heard come out of Heeseung’s mouth, so he accepts it and hurries out of the kitchen. It’s only when Heeseung scoots up beside him at the table that he realizes he forgot his water—and as if on cue—
“Hey, man, didn’t you go get water?”
Jake makes up a lie. I drank it while I was in there, thanks. He hears the vibration of Heeseung laughing, but it’s quieted, and he hopes he’s the only one to have noticed it.
Time passes slowly with the weight of Heeseung sitting right beside him sinking in. Jake feels like he’s stepping on eggshells, and he can feel Heeseung’s stare on him seventy percent of the time. Suddenly, a hand grips the lower, meatier base of his thigh and the ring that decorates it confirms his first thought.
Lee Heeseung has his hand pressed into Sim Jake’s thigh in a rather possessive way, next to all of their friends, and he’s just now noticed that it’s going lower, lower, lower—
Jake whimpers.
Only Heeseung fully notices it, but Sunoo does shoot them both a weird look before returning to the card game going on. When eyes are off of them, Heeseung leans into Jake’s space with purpose and whispers, “I wish we were alone, you could be warming my cock right now.”
It’s a surprise to everyone except for Heeseung, who has a sly grin on his face, when Jake abruptly stands up and mutters something about the bathroom. Only a few minutes pass before Jay breaks the silence and asks what’s going on with him—to which Heeseung replies with an I’ll go check on him.
The bathroom door slides open surprisingly easily, revealing Jake sitting on the marbled counter next to the sink. “What do you want ?” He groans, but still lets Heeseung slide his legs open to stand in between. They’re pressed impossibly close, yet Heeseung still lets a hand drift up Jake’s figure and stop at his neck. His fingers wrap around at the sides and he squeezes lightly, only to let that same hand fall to the boy’s thigh.
“Should be asking you that. Really, Jaeyun, I can see on your face exactly what you want. What you need , and I saw it the moment you walked into that kitchen.”
Jake shakes his head but knows it’s the truth. As much as he hates to admit it, seeing Heeseung made all his thoughts flood—some nastier than others. “ No . ‘s not true,” he mutters and makes a move to hop down off of the counter, but Heeseung’s body in between his legs and the hands pressed everywhere all at once (his waist, his thighs) stop him.
“Not true?” and there’s a cruel laugh that accompanies it because who the fuck is Jake fooling, “I’m not dumb, princess.”
Jake doesn’t get the chance to voice his thoughts because Heeseung’s mouth is on his within seconds, sloppy lips to lips, sucking and biting at the plump flesh. It’s dirty, because Jake can feel himself growing in his pants and they’re in his best friends bathroom and this is just so, so dirty —
He notices that Heeseung doesn’t seem to care.
He doesn’t care as he pulls Jake closer by the hips and grinds him down onto his crotch, eliciting a moan that hums its way into Heeseung’s throat and dies there.
“We don’t—“ it’s a mumble against lips, but Heeseung relents to let him speak, “—don’t have any lube.”
Heeseung’s breathing is still heavy as the words settle and he racks his brain for a thought, a solution. Unadmittedly, he and Jake are head to head when it comes to whoever is needier right now—but Heeseung thinks he might win if he doesn’t get to fuck Jake dumb on his cock right now.
“Then get my dick wet,” he says, unbuckling his pants. Jake gives him a look. “What? You can do that at least, right? You’re not totally useless,” and all Jake does is whine as fingers thread between his hair and guide him off of the counter, down onto his knees.
Jake tries his hardest to go slow. Really, he does, but as soon as he’s fished Heeseung’s cock out and the weight is on his tongue, that’s no longer an option.
He sucks the precum off of the tip first, and Heeseung responds to that well, so he moves forward and pushes more of him into his mouth. His cheeks hollow and there’s spit dribbling down his chin.
“Fuck. Fuck , Jaeyun. You were made to suck cock,” his hips buck and Jake feels the tip prod at the back of his throat, drags against the top of his mouth. It hurts , god, it hurts so good, and the moan he lets out only creates a chain reaction in Heeseung.
Jake slacks his jaw further, looking up at Heeseung with doe eyes and hopes he gets the picture. Silently, (well, not silently, because the slurp of Jake’s spit on Heeseung’s cock is still louder than anything else in the room), he asks him to fuck his mouth. And Heeseung might be mean, but this is something he can give into.
“Tap me if you need to stop, baby,” he says and gets a better grip on Jake’s hair. The younger boy hums and that’s the only controlled sound he gets to let out before Heeseung’s dick is being rammed into his mouth once, twice, three times unrelentlessly . His voice is gonna be fucked up after this, but everytime he speaks he’ll salivate at the reminiscants of having the blonde’s cock down his throat so it’s more than fine by him.
Heeseung’s thrusts slow until finally his cock pops out of Jake’s mouth, his chest heaving. Jake doesn’t know if he should even attempt to use his voice right now, so he makes a confused noise as he’s pulled off of his knees and back up onto the counter.
“I’m more interested in filling your cunt, not your mouth,” Heeseung informs as his hands work on pulling Jake’s pants off. His boxers are discarded too, Heeseung’s glistening cock slaps the inside of his thigh in wait. “Get down and bend over the counter,” it’s more of a command than anything, and Jake would rather see Heeseung as he fucks into him, but he obeys because the praise he may get is enough to motivate him.
“So obedient,” Heeseung purrs as his cock rubs between Jake’s asscheeks. He’s teasing Jake and in the process himself too. “My baby, you listen to me so well.”
Jake’s chest swells with contentment.
The first thrust is gentle once Heeseung allows Jake’s rim to catch the tip, slow as he stops his hips and lets Jake adjust to his sheer size. The whine of pleas he lets out is enough to make Heeseung chuckle. He hears “ please, just fuck me ,” and does as he’s told.
He fucks Jake at an agonizingly slow pace, but hard , hard enough for there to be a slight thump each time their hips connect. Jake would be worried about someone hearing them if there wasn’t a cock stuffed up his ass right now, but the intrusion is too much for him to focus on anything but.
“Still so tight. Shit, is this what happens when I don’t fuck you for a few days? You clench around me like a fucking virgin ,” Heeseung groans, “Gonna have to make you wait for me.”
“No,” Jake mutters, protests, begs .
Heeseung grins. “Or what?”
“I can—“ the words are knocked out of him with a particularly hard thrust, “—can find someone else to fuck me. Fuck me better, fuck me everyday .”
Jake’s lucky he can’t see the way Heeseung’s eyes darken because he’d be too far gone too quickly, but he feels the way his grip on Jake’s hips turn into a bruising torment as he starts fucking into him faster, with less mercy than before.
“Right,” Heeseung scoffs, “Like anyone could fuck you better. Like I’d let them,” he feels the way Jake’s walls clench around him and continues, “you’re mine. Mine, no one else can fucking touch you. Your cunt is mine , I’m the only one you bend over for.”
“Yours,” Jake confirms, “yours, ‘m yours, Heeseung, please ,” at this point he doesn’t know what it is that he’s asking for, but he’s satisfied when he feels Heeseung shift his position and fuck into him deeper.
Heeseung hums in approval. Jake’s entire demeanor has changed in a matter of seconds, all the blonde had to do was put him in his place. “That’s right,” he coos, “so compliant for me, princess.” Heeseung’s thrusts are more erratic than anything now, but Jake thinks he likes him more like this—fucking into him like a fleshlight, a toy to use for his own pleasure. “You know— fuck —how I’m gonna make sure everyone knows who gets to fuck you?”
Jake mewls, absent of words to say. There’s nothing he could say in this situation—he’s bent over his best friend’s bathroom counter getting his hole abused and he likes it, likes it so much that he’s about to spill all over himself and the floor.
“Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re full of my kids.”
Jake only sees white when he cums, and his cock hurts because even after a minute and he’s managed to drift back into reality little by little, there are still small spurts of white dripping out of his dick. It takes a moment for him to process that Heeseung is still moving in and out of him, not having orgasmed yet. He whines, whimpers and squirms but it’s no use. The overstimulation is too much, but Heeseung doesn’t seem to care. “Hyung, it hurts,” Jake gets out. He doesn’t completely hear himself speak, so he isn’t sure if the words came out slurred (they did) or not.
What he does hear is Heeseung letting out a chain of curses, his thrusts punctuating each one. “Just a little more, princess, fuck, please—“ it’s the first time Jake hears Heeseung beg for anything at all, but he doesn’t get to acknowledge it as he feels hot, wet liquid seep into his ass at a concerning pace— concerning amount .
Heeseung stops his movement for a second, then presses his hips to Jake’s asscheeks and moves in small circles. He pulls out afterwards, cock still leaking and Jake’s hole clenching, unclenching around absolutely nothing. He watches his cum dribble out of the boy’s hole for a second, before gathering the excess on his fingers and shoving it back in—which Jake responds to with a cry.
“Can’t take anymore, please,” Jake’s body contradicts him as he pushes himself backwards, to hump around the fingers suddenly stuffed inside him. This doesn’t go unnoticed.
Heeseung shakes his head and smiles, “What happened to you’ll take whatever I’ll give you? You’re such a whore, Jaeyun,” the fingers pop out, slick with Heeseung’s cum. This is when Jake get’s the opportunity to push himself off of the counter, using the surface as leverage, and turn himself to face the boy who’d absolutely just fucking ruined him. He’s met with a sloppy grin, his eyes drifting down to Heeseung’s glistening fingers. They lift and begin to prod at his mouth, slipping in easily as he moans around them.
“ My whore , my pretty whore.”
Heeseung doesn’t care as much as Jake does.
To be completely honest, he doesn’t really care at all. Jay’s approval or whatever it is Jake seems to be seeking is unbeknownst to the elder, because at the end of the day they’re all very much adults and allowed to do whatever they want—that goes hand in hand with being able to do whoever they want.
Still, Jake desperately wants Heeseung to see his point of view.
“You don’t get it,” he complains, “Jay is really particular about this sorta stuff. He wouldn’t want his best friend fucking his other best friend!”
Heeseung shrugs. If something’s gonna keep him away from Jake, it won’t be Jay. “Sunoo and Sunghoon—“
“They were dating before they met Jay. We’re fucking around because of a party I went to for him, and we’re doing it behind his back.”
Heeseung still doesn’t get it. If this would seriously bother Jay, maybe he should reevaluate why he’s friends with him. “So, what? If Jay finds out and doesn’t want us . . . having sex,” he articulates, “you’d just drop me? For him?”
“I just don’t want him to be weirded out.”
Heeseung knows it goes deeper than that. Sure, they’re only fucking, or whatever they’d call it, but he knows Jake well enough to know there’s something else going on in that pretty head of his. “Jaeyun,” said boy tenses at the sudden change of tone, sterner than before, “is there another reason you don’t want him to know?”
Jake’s mind almost immediately flashes to the night they met. How he’d discarded the fact that Jay had once told him to stay meters away from Heeseung at all times, all because that stupid fucking vodka had ruined his memory with barely even a sip. He himself didn’t even remember until Heeseung’s words had just triggered the memory, and his face goes pale white. “No. Just don’t tell him,” he leans back into Heeseung’s couch and hopes no more questions are asked. The hope soon dissipates because—
“Tell me,” Heeseung demands, and Jake just looks up at him with a sort of plea for mercy. “I’m not fucking around, Jake. What’s wrong?”
“ JaytoldmetostayawayfromyouatonepointandIcompletelyforgotuntilnow —“
Heeseung’s stare turns into one of annoyance and Jake sighs. “Jay doesn’t think I should’ve ever even gone near you, and—well, I forgot he even told me to stay away from you until a few days ago but I took a shot and then we fucked and then the other day at his house it happened again and—“
Jake’s just rambling at this point, but his words seem to fall off because Heeseung’s mind is blank other than how could his own friend think he isn’t good enough for Jake?
“How long ago was this?”
Jake blinks. “A few months, maybe? I don’t know exactly but—“
“What did he say to you? Repeat exactly what he said, Jaeyun. Don’t leave anything out.”
It’s hard to remember everything, but Jake knows there was one particular sentence that stuck out to him when Jay warned him.
He uses people like they’re his playtoys.
“He said you use people,” and Jake feels like he’s insulting Heeseung even though they aren’t his words, he’s just the messenger. “Why would he say that though, Heeseung?”
Heeseung gives him an intimidating glare. It says don’t fucking ask me that —but Jake presses on. Because Jay isn’t one to lie, especially about his friends. He had to have carried some truth in his words. “ Why would he say that? Do you just sleep around with people?”
“It’s not your business who I’ve slept with,” Heeseung snaps all too quickly. Jake has barely gotten out the last syllable of his sentence before receiving that sharp, curt reply and that’s when he realizes that Jay was right.
“You don’t actually like me,” he voices, “do you?” Jake feels his chest tightening with every second Heeseung looks down at the floor instead of his eyes. “Heeseung—“
“We’re just fucking, Jake. Why do you have to make this more complicated than it is?”
Their eyes meet and Jake can feel a sob trying to scratch its way up his throat. Instead of giving Heeseung the satisfaction of seeing him cry, he stands up and makes the move to leave his apartment. Heeseung’s hand catches his arm as he looks up at him.
“Don’t do this, okay? We had fun, but it was just fun.”
Jake’s heart shatters the second he steps out of Heeseung’s front door.
Jake doesn’t see him for the next two months after that incident.
Well, he sees him. Walking to classes or at the one other frat party he goes too soon after, because Jay claims he’s been down lately. The party further proves Jay’s point of Heeseung using people, because they’d only been apart for around two weeks after that point and he’d seen Heeseung climbing the stairs with some girl holding his hand.
Jake would tell himself he doesn’t care, but even he knows that’s the farthest from the truth.
“Okay, so. You fucked Heeseung. Twice. Once in Jay’s bathroom, while we were all there, and you caught feelings for him, but he doesn’t like you back, and you saw him fucking someone else at the party a few weeks ago. Now you’re asking me to help you make him jealous. You think I want to die?”
Jake frowns. “What do you mean? It’s just . . . an attempt. To see if he really doesn’t care. He wouldn’t hurt you or anything.”
Yeonjun shakes his head. “Absolutely not. I’ve met Heeseung like three times, and he’s built , okay? Plus, he’s really possessive, Jay teases him for it all the time.”
“I’m not with him—“
“Right, but you fucked him.”
Jake sighs, defeated. He can’t face Heeseung directly after being shot down the way he was before. It was embarrassing, and it felt like the world had been laughing at him. Watching Heeseung’s reaction to him having a boyfriend from afar would be much easier.
“Could you just try? Please? Only for like, a day.”
Sunoo chimes in. “There’s a party tomorrow. If you’re up for another one of those,” he giggles and Jake makes a sarcastic ha-ha sound.
All in all, he gets Yeonjun to agree and prays that Heeseung will be there.
“I think he might actually fucking kill me. I’m terrified, I mean, what do I do?” Yeonjun rambles, his voice shaking. He’d just placed the smallest, quickest of kisses on Jake’s lips (at his request) when he saw Heeseung had walked into the far end of the room.
In return, Heeseung had been glaring at the pair for the past minute or so with this sort of do not let me fucking catch you look on his face, and Jake was somewhere between aroused and amused. “At least it worked, right? I know he cares.”
“Yeah, that or he’s insane and just doesn’t want you touching anyone else,” Jungwon shrugs. “Why don’t you just tell Jay? He’s able to read Heeseung better than any of us, honestly.”
“Tell Jay what?” in comes a voice from a few feet away, Jongseong in all his glory, holding up two cups of whatever godforsaken drink Jungwon had asked him for. He sets one in front of his boyfriend, then looks onto him for an answer. Everyone’s silent now, even Sunoo, and all he does is talk. Jay picks up on it, obviously. “What, guys? What’s there to tell me?”
He looks a mixture of concerned and confused now, still pressing for an answer.
Of course, Sunoo is the first one to answer.
“Jake fucked Heeseung,” he blurts out.
“Hey!”
“Twice. Once in your bathroom.”
Jake goes red and buries his head into his palms. God, this is not how he wanted this to get out at all. But it’s out, and there’s nothing much else he can say now. His hands pull away from his face slowly, and he looks up to see Jay staring at him. He doesn’t look mad, not yet.
“You had sex with Heeseung?”
Jake nods. Is there anything he can even say to defend his stupidity?
“I’m guessing he dumped you already, then.”
“Do you have to say it like that?”
“I told you not to. There’s nothing else to say, other than you’re fucking stupid for thinking that he would—“
Jungwon interrupts, “Okay! That’s enough from the both of you. Jay, drink your alcohol and calm the fuck down.”
It looks like Jay’s about to continue anyway until he sees the unamused look on his boyfriend’s face and does as he’s told, gulping down the drink in one go.
“I’m just gonna go home. Thank you for helping me out, Jun, I’ll text you later.”
Jake ignores the calls of his name he hears when he exits the room, making his way outside. The cold air hits his face in a refreshing way, he lets out a huff of air and makes it to the sidewalk. It’s too late to find any cabs, especially because of the huddle of cars parked outside of the frat house.
He pulls out his phone to find the Lyft or Uber app, whichever one pops up first, paying no mind to the cluster of footsteps sounding behind him.
“Jaeyun?”
It’s Heeseung’s voice. The same voice that turned him away with no remorse. He doesn’t turn around or bother to respond.
“Jake. Look at me.”
He doesn’t, but this time he lets words fall out of his mouth, even though he knows he really shouldn’t.
“I don’t want to,” and it cuts deeper than it should, because Heeseung doesn’t care about him, right? He shouldn’t. That’s what he tells himself.
“It doesn’t matter, I told you to look at me, and I’m not gonna repeat myself anymore—“
Jake turns his heels at that, looking at Heeseung like he’d just said the most unbelievable sentence of all time. “Are you serious?” he asks in disbelief, “you’re that fucking entitled?”
Heeseung shrugs. “When it comes to you,” he answers honestly. “Jake, I just wanna talk.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re with Yeonjun?”
Jake indulges him. “Yeah. Yes, I am.” There’s something in the pit of his stomach that’s overjoyed about the fact Heeseung has noticed and is clearly not happy about it, but his head is telling him he shouldn’t even be talking to him right now.
Heeseung scoffs. Jake can’t tell if it’s because he thinks it’s bullshit or if he’s just being a dick, like always. “Some boyfriend for letting you go home by yourself,” he clicks his tongue and slides closer to Jake. His hands find the sides of Jake’s face and the younger boy knows he should turn away, push him off, something to stop him. But he doesn’t.
Their lips press together and it’s gentle, passionate, loving . Heeseung doesn’t even try to slip his tongue into Jake’s mouth, it feels like he’s trying to express something that he can’t with words.
Jake was a fool, maybe. He doesn’t bother with pulling away, only lets himself fall deeper into what Heeseung was pulling him into. When lack of oxygen becomes a problem, Heeseung detaches their lips for only a few seconds, his hovering over Jake’s with just a few centimeters separating them.
“I miss you.”
Heeseung lets it out because he wants Jake to see him vulnerable. Wants him to look at his hyung and see how much he truly cares for him.
“You ended things,” Jake is quick to point his finger. He gets a nod in response, which he isn’t expecting because Heeseung doesn’t seem to like to take responsibility for his actions.
“I know. It was stupid, baby, but I really miss you. Having to stay away from you made me realize how much I care, because really I was just lying to myself and then tonight I saw you with—“ his voice drags off and he blinks a few times, “with him , and I just couldn’t let you think I don’t have feelings for you any longer.”
Jake’s entire world feels like it’s being set back in place. He’s still looking up into Heeseung’s eyes, searching for any trace of insincerity but there’s none there. “He’s not my boyfriend,” he blurts out suddenly. “It was just—I was trying to make you jealous.”
Heeseung lets out a breathy laugh, but it’s filled with relief rather than humor. “Good, I really don’t like sharing,” it’s said with a lighthearted smile but Jake knows just how much truth is held in the confession.
Suddenly, his mind drifts back to spotting the elder with that girl and his smile drops. Heeseung almost gets the chance to ask why but Jake speaks first.
“Have you slept with anyone else since me?”
Heeseung sighs and his hands fall away from Jake’s body to his sides. “Because you’ve changed me into this . . . better man,” he says, “I’ll be honest with you. I tried to, a while ago. I didn’t even get past taking her to a room because I kept thinking about you. So, no, Jaeyun, I haven’t been with anyone since you and I really, really don’t want to.”
Jake’s not the happiest with his reply, but he can live with it. He sighs contently. “Good.”
There are three things that have changed drastically for the better in Jake’s life lately.
- He and Heeseung are dating now, it’s nearly their one month anniversary and everyone is very much happy for them (although Heeseung still receives the occasional threat from Jay).
- Jay and Jungwon finally made it officially official, instead of glaring at everyone who referred to them as boyfriends even though it’s exactly what they were. Therefore, Jay has moved out and into Jungwon’s apartment. Meaning, Heeseung gets to stay nights over and Jake . . . well, Jake has been able to be as loud as he wants to be.
- Heeseung has started to teach Jake how to cook, which means he doesn’t have to live off of his undying stash of ramyeon, which isn’t as big as the first two, but he’s really happy about it (he’s also just extremely content with having Heeseung pressed behind him helping him mix the simplest of ingredients).
With only the smallest amount of time, Jake thinks his life has improved a lot with Heeseung’s presence and Jay’s approval. Well, Jay’s tolerance .
Jay’s love for Heeseung and Jake separately is neverending, but he’s still warming up to the idea of them being together because he doesn’t fully trust Heeseung with Jake’s feelings. It’s understandable, of course, and Jungwon tries to help him see how much love Heeseung holds in his heart for Jake, but that’ll have to be something he realizes by himself.
Heeseung has never stopped apologizing for hurting Jake how he did. Honestly, he might apologize until the day that they die—much to Jake’s obvious dismay. He prefers not to talk about it, but Heeseung sometimes insists as he thinks Jake should hold somewhat of a grudge against him. Their first argument was about this too—Jake yelled at him for dwelling on the past while Heeseung yelled at him for not doing the exact same.
They’ve gotten better at calmly expressing themselves in a manner that doesn’t cause nights absent of being in eachothers arms.
It all still felt so surreal to Jake. It seemed like his life had taken such a turn all of a sudden. He suddenly becomes conscious of he and Heeseung’s current position—his boyfriend laying against the propped up couch pillows while Jake is situated on top of him, head buried in the warm crevice of his neck.
They had classes later in the day, but it felt so good to leave all of their stress at the door and bask in the comfort they’d provided for each other.
Jake says a few words but they’re muffled into Heeseung’s skin, lightly tickling him, and it draws out a small laugh. “Come out, baby,” and Jake thinks it’s so weird how easily he’s able to comply to Heeseung. The smallest of things, even something as simple as come out, baby makes him wanna do exactly whatever is being asked of him because Heeseung offers the option so lovingly.
Jake lifts his head slowly and angles it so that the top of his head is under Heeseung’s chin, his mouth no longer pressed into soft skin. “I said, what if we skip our classes? Yours isn’t even mandatory, and—“
“Mm–mm,” Heeseung immediately responds, “we skipped last week. You’re going to learn something today, Sim Jake.”
“But it’s so boring ,” and it isn’t, Jake knows, in fact the only class he has today is his second favorite—but he’d do anything for a longer bit of time with his boyfriend. “If I go, can we stay in tomorrow?”
“We don’t have classes tomorrow, we made plans with Jay and Jungwon,” Heeseung explains until he gets the idea and— “We aren’t canceling on them. Don’t be mean, Jaeyun,” he scolds as his fingers ruffle through Jake’s dark brown hair.
Jake has a love-hate relationship with Heeseung’s scoldings. On one hand, they’re cute, because Heeseung barely ever means them and he likes to bother him. On the other, when Heeseung is serious, or at the very least irritated , he can snap pretty quickly and although never directly at Jaeyun, he might tell him to cut something out or stop messing with him.
“I’m not being mean,” he pouts, “we’ve been to their place twice this week, they’re a couple, I mean, can’t they do anything alone?”
“Jaeyun.”
There’s a stern undertone to it and he knows if he could see Heeseung’s eyes they’d hold a sort of attractive authority to them. “We don’t have to go if you really don’t wanna, but don’t be mean. They like having us there, okay?”
Jake nods into Heeseung’s shirt. “Okay.”
“We’re gonna get going now,” Heeseung suddenly announced, moving past Jake and towards the front door. His jaw was clenched with how he’d tried to control the obviously irritated tone of his voice.
Jungwon whipped around nearly as fast as lightning, “Huh? What for?”
Jake seemed to be a lot more eager to go home than Heeseung was. He was quick to make up an excuse, any excuse to get out of this situation. Jay and Jungwon had turned out to be one of those couples obsessed with double dates, and while Jake didn’t at all mind it, he’d really rather just be alone with his lover some nights.
Heeseung, on the other hand, was sick of Jay’s small jabs at his and Jake’s relationship. It was minor, barely noticeable stuff, and maybe Jay didn’t even realize he’d been doing it himself—but it was too prominent in Heeseung’s vision to just be ignored.
At one point, Jake said something about cooking breakfast and Jay, knowing how well Heeseung cooks, immediately jumped to conclusions and said, “ Really? He doesn’t cook for you? ” and then in the most sarcastic of ways, turned to face Heeseung, “ you’re doing an amazing job already. ”
“We’re just tired. I’ll text you guys when we get home,” Jake offered, and pushed Heeseung out of the doorway. He heard Jungwon yell bye! just before the door clicked shut.
The ride back to the apartment would’ve been less silent if Jake wasn’t so tired, and Heeseung weren’t so irritated. The comfort of their home made the tension less thick, though, as Jake peeled off his sweater and threw it onto the couch.
“Are you going to sleep already?” Jake had asked once he turned around to see Heeseung’s hand lingering a few inches from his bedroom door. “We should shower first.”
Heeseung clicked his tongue, still passing through the door after muttering I’ll get in after you while his boyfriend sighs and follows closely behind him.
Jake rolls his eyes as he gets to the doorway and Heeseung is already sprawled out on the queen-sized bed. “I meant together. I wanna take a bath, hyung,” he’d gotten some strawberry scented soap-bubbles that he wanted to try out. Still, the offer of bathing together didn’t get much of a reaction out of Heeseung. “You’ll literally get to see me naked , hyung, is that not enough to get you up?”
Heeseung groaned.
“Okay,” Jake said, inching closer to the bed until he could sit beside his boyfriend, “what’s wrong?”
Jake heard a stifled laugh, then a sigh of contentment. “Something’s wrong just cause I don’t wanna see you naked, huh?”
“Yup.”
Heeseung snorted, then rolled onto his back so he could face Jake properly—“Has Jay been bothering you? I mean, with the whole . . . I don’t deserve you thing.”
Jake blinked. “Why did you think I didn’t wanna go over there today?”
“But, well I know I don’t deserve you, okay? It’s just, he doesn’t have to throw it in my face like I don’t. It’s real annoying.”
Jake nodded. He knew, probably better than most of their friends, how easily Jay could get under someone’s skin. It had to be a talent, really. “I get it. Just ignore him, okay? If he says anything really out of line, I’ll talk to him.”
So, Heeseung agreed, and now here they are, in Jake’s bathroom with the sound of water running in the background.
If they had to count how many times they’d done even remotely sexual stuff since they began dating, they’d be stuck for a while. Which is exactly why Jake had made a mental note to reject any sexual advances that Heeseung would try to make once they begin peeling their clothes off. He figured it’d be as easy as anything else they do together, just without clothing, without hands wandering too far down, without his quiet whisper of grab the lube .
It was going smoothly until Heeseung’s bare arms flexed as he lowered himself down into the bath across from Jake, but maybe he’d be able to blame his blushing on the warm water.
“Did you already wash your hair today?” Heeseung’s raspy voice pierced the silence, and Jake had, briefly , but suddenly his boyfriend’s hands on him was an absolute must , so he shook his head and let Heeseung run shampoo-soaked fingers through his hair.
Jake always found it extremely easy to relax into Heeseung’s touch, and this was no different. “Rinse it,” Heeseung said. Jake’s eyes fluttered open and he suddenly became aware of exactly where he was. His boyfriends hands had him maybe two seconds away from falling asleep just a minute ago, but now they were back at his sides under the water.
“Can you do it?” Jake asked, and Heeseung only offered a smile because he loved the way Jake easily depended on him for the smallest of things.
“Of course, baby.”
The water is cold by the time Heeseung finishes washing Jake’s hair and the favor gets returned. Still, they find themselves sitting there in the bath, (a lot closer than when they had started) even with Jake’s occasional shudder.
Heeseung’s fingertips were trailing the inside of Jake’s thigh, and each time it went lower, he thought that his boyfriend would at least try to brush up against his dick. He didn’t. Jake, who’d swore to himself he wouldn’t give in to any advances, was not only extremely frustrated because Heeseung wasn’t trying anything, but also because he himself was two seconds away from pouncing on the blonde himself.
So, it’s sudden when he moves impossibly closer, pushing himself up and pressing his knees onto the bottom of the porcelain bath, and captures Heeseung’s lips in a not-so-gentle but very yearning kiss. Although, it’s more than welcomed by his boyfriend who almost immediately responds by pulling Jake into his lap and slotting his arms around his waist.
Jake pulls away with a heaving chest.
“Why’re you so worked up, sweetheart?”
It nearly annoys Jake that Heeseung has the audacity to even ask such a thing, as if he didn’t practically set himself up for failure here. “Can you just shut up and do something?” he snaps, adjusting himself in Heeseung’s lap.
“Mm—“ Heeseung’s grip gets tighter and then he lets go of his boyfriend altogether, pushing him out of his lap and back onto the bath’s hard surface. “Not with that attitude, no.”
Jake’s jaw almost scrapes the floor as he watches Heeseung get out of the bath and wrap a towel around his waist, because who does he think he is?
That’s exactly the sentence he starts with when he makes it out of the bathroom himself, only wearing one of Heeseung’s oversized shirts while he scolds his boyfriend.
Heeseung shrugs . “I don’t know why you think you’re in the position to demand anything from me. I go, what, not even a week without fucking you and you forget your manners?”
A gasp dies in Jake’s throat. Fingers beckon him closer but he stays where he is, almost in a trance-like state between disbelief and shock.
“Come here , Jaeyun-ah. I’m not gonna say it again.”
His feet drag him to wear Heeseung sits on their bed. He’d be lying if he tried to say he wasn’t pathetically aroused now. “You’re so pretty, baby. What am I gonna do with you?”
Heeseung tsked, his hands running up and down Jake’s sides. “It’s your choice. Should I finger you or play with your cock? Maybe you think you deserve both, hm?”
As nonverbal as Jake was feeling at the moment, he opened his mouth to object. “I want you inside of me, please —“
A laugh erupts from his boyfriend. A cruel, heartless, breathy laugh that he’s sure will haunt him in his dreams. “Oh, you don’t deserve that. With the mouth you’ve got on you now, I don’t even know if you’re good enough for my dick.”
Jake blinked a frustrated tear through his eyelashes.
“What? You don’t like that idea?” Heeseung asked, pinching at Jake’s hips. “Me finding someone else to fuck?”
The bare thought of it made Jake want to throw up in his mouth. He shook his head no and hoped Heeseung wouldn’t utter another word about the subject, no matter how hard the words of degradation made him.
“Me neither. So behave , alright?”
To say that Jake was absolutely ruined by the time 2AM hit would be a horrible understatement.