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“Jay-ah, you really suck at this wow,” Heeseung snickered, watching Jay dejectedly slump back against the couch, eyes closed in resignation, “Why are you so bad at scissors, paper, stone?”
“Fine, fine, you win, I’ll clean the room,” the younger sighed, sitting back up with a sigh and making to stand up.
But Heeseung wanted to tease him just a little bit more, cause Jongseong was just so cute. “Hahaha, loser,” he laughed harder, sticking his tongue out at Jay and awaiting his reaction.
If you were to ask Jay what made him do what he did next, what sort of thought process went through his head leading him to do it, he honestly has no idea.
One moment Heeseung was gleefully giggling, sticking his tongue out at Jay and the next, Jay’s hand was shooting out and grabbing the older’s tongue with his fingers making both boys freeze.
The only sound in the room was of the clock ticking, seconds passing by with neither of them moving a single muscle, staring at each other, before Jay finally broke out of his trance.
Ripping his hand back like he’d been burnt, he coughed awkwardly, staring at a spot on the couch beside Heeseung, before mumbling a quiet “I’ll go clean then,” and speed walking out of the room.
Jay could leave the room but what happened wouldn’t leave their minds.
Jay absolutely could not stop thinking about his fingers holding Heeseung's tongue, trying his best to shake off the surfacing thoughts of his fingers in Heeseung's mouth and everything that entails it.
On other side, Heeseung couldn't stop feeling phantom fingers on his tongue, thinking about Jay's fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and letting Jay play with his tongue.
Consequently, over the next 24 hours, they didn't know how to act around each other, choosing to pretend nothing happened, staying awkwardly quiet around each other and avoiding being in the same place as much as possible. But they couldn’t help the way it lingers in their minds, or the way Heeseung stared at Jay's hands and Jay stared at Heeseung’s lips while zoning out.
By the time the next night rolled around, poor Heeseung was losing his mind. He was curled up in bed with his own fingers in his mouth, whining, almost at the point of tears because it was just not the same.
And that’s when Jay came in, opening the door without a warning, on his way to ask Heeseung if he could borrow his charger cause Jay left his own at the company.
"Hyung, can I borrow-"
Heeseung startled, pulling his fingers out but it was too late, Jay had already seen him, fingers in his mouth and all. And now the younger stood rooted to the ground in the doorway, hand still clutching the knob, eyes trained on the string of saliva connecting Heeseung's index finger to his bottom lip.
They just stared at each other for a long moment, not knowing what to do, while Heeseung steadily turned redder and redder, before Jay swallowed harshly, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Do you-” Jay paused, clearing his throat before continuing, “do you like having fingers in your mouth hyung?"
Heeseung blinked, hesitating, lips parted and still watching Jay. Uncertainty and anxiety danced in his eyes, but he eventually nodded, and Jay watched how Heeseung's Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped, licking his dry lips before saying, "Y-yeah? I guess? I’m sorry I know ur probably weirded out or grossed out right now-"
"No hyung, I’m not actually. why would I be?" Jay lifted a brow, padding towards the bed, "I’m only concerned because you look like you've been crying hyung, everything alright?"
"Y-yeah, I’m fine," Heeseung weakly murmured, sniffling, "just- just a little upset- but nothing to worry about."
Jay’s brows pulled together in a concerned frown, "What upset you, hyung?"
"Uhm," how was Heeseung supposed to explain it was cause he needed Jay's fingers in his mouth so badly, "it's nothing, just needed something, that's all."
"What do you need hyung? I'll get it for you," and when Jay looked at him so earnestly, Heeseung had to avert his eyes away from the younger's face in an attempt to calm his fluttering heart.
"It's nothing Jongseong-ah, hyung will be fine, don’t worry-"
"Hyung it's not nothing if it made you upset enough to cry."
"Really, it’s fi-"
"Hyung."
Jay stared at him firmly, making the older more and more nervous, his heartbeat speeding up until it was thumping almost painfully behind his ribs.
"I just- after yesterday, you know w-when you grabbed my tongue, I needed someone's fingers, your fingers," Heeseung blurted out, under Jay's intimidating stare and immediately gasped, covering his mouth and flushing a deep red, "NO, I didn't mean to say that out loud, fuck."
Jay gaped for a second, before saying, "You know hyung, you could've just asked."
"H-huh?" the older looked up at Jay with wide eyes.
Jay bit his lower lip for a second, staring at the floor and rubbing his nape. "I wouldn't have minded hyung. I, uhm, actually haven't stopped thinking about that, I want to, you know. Yeah."
"Oh," Heeseung softly whispered, watching Jay carefully walk closer and climb under the covers to settle beside him.
"Do you still-"
Heeseung was nodding his head before Jay could even complete his question, "Yes, please."
"Alright," Jay chuckled softly at the older's eagerness.
Rolling over to lay on his side, Jay gently cupped Heeseung's round cheek, taking a moment to rub his thumb along his lower lip, before slipping it into his pliant mouth.
Heeseung made a content little sound, eyes fluttering shut when Jay pressed his thumb firmly down against his tongue, sliding his thumb against it from side to side.
"Stick your tongue out baby," Jay whispered, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the older’s tongue, watching how drool pooled at Heeseung's lips. The older obediently abided by his words, opening his mouth and letting his tongue peek out.
Fingers pinched down on it almost immediately, just like they had the previous day, except they lingered this time, firmly tugging at his tongue and squeezing it.
Heeseung whimpered, eyes going unfocused, dazed and glassy from where they gazed at the younger, drool sliding out his mouth and onto the pillow by now.
Jay pinched and squeezed, until he was satisfied, and finally let go, smiling when the taller attempted to follow his fingers, "Cute."
"Jongseong-ah," Heeseung pouted at him, and Jay only laughed lightly.
"Patience hyung, give me a minute, hm? You're so needy, it's so adorable."
The older blushed harder at the praise and made a small whiny sound at being teased but waited patiently like he'd been told to do.
Jay took his time, slipping his other arm under Heeseung to wrap around the older's waist and pulled him closer, comfortable against himself. After making sure the blanket was properly tucked over the both of them, he turned his attention back to the eagerly waiting Heeseung.
"Good boy," he cooed endeared, and watched more pink bloom in the older's cheeks, "open your mouth for me, baby."
Heeseung did, doe eyes shining with need, and Jay obliged all too happily, sliding both his ring and middle finger into the pretty, pink open mouth.
Heeseung gasped quietly, closing his mouth around the younger's fingers and suckling lightly. A quiet sound in the back of his throat let Jay know the older was feeling content and happy, while he watched Heeseung's dazed eyes getting droopy and half-lidded.
"So cute," he murmured quietly, pressing a kiss to Heeseung's forehead, "you like this hyung?"
"Mhmm," the older nodded, and Jay grinned endeared, slipping his index finger into Heeseung's soft mouth as well. The older took them all happily, running his tongue against them and letting Jay push his fingers in deeper, pressing down, stroking his tongue and rubbing it between his fingers. Heeseung only made small little content noises, and opened his mouth wider to pull Jay's fingers in, sucking on them eagerly.
Jay couldn't help the downright feral feeling rising inside of him at the sight of Heeseung so pliant and obedient, and his mind wandered to thoughts of Heeseung crying around the fingers in his mouth while Jay fucks him roughly, harsh slams of his hips that have the older jostling against the bed with each one.
But when Heeseung sleepily blinks at him, Jay suppresses those thoughts, locking them away for another day.
"Sleepy hyung? Sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
True to his words, when Heeseung woke up a while later, Jay was asleep beside him, the younger's arm still wrapped firmly around his waist and his fingers still in Heeseung's warm mouth.
(Oh, and yes Jay finds out Heeseung does in fact like having Jay's fingers in his mouth while he gets fucked by the younger.)