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Quiet nights were Joonghyuk's favorite. The kind of nights where everything was clean and ready for the next day, where there was nothing to do or anywhere to go, where he and Dokja could sit down and just exist with each other in the same space.
"Wanna go to bed?" Dokja murmurs above him, eyes on a novel and hand running through Joonghyuk's hair.
Joonghyuk opens an eye, the other pressed closed against the knit of Dokja's sweater, and shakes his head. Instead, he buries his face further into Dokja's stomach, wrapping his arms around his hips and sighs, ready to just shut his eyes and breathe in Dokja's scent for the next hour.
"Are you sure? You're basically asleep down there," Dokja teases, putting his phone away and smoothing both hands into Joonghyuk's hair. "Plus, you're making my legs go numb, I won't be able to help you to bed."
"I'll carry you," Joonghyuk mumbles, too comfortable to move his head off of Dokja's lap. "Won't fall asleep."
"And what about my poor legs?"
Joonghyuk grunts and tries to bite at Dokja's stomach as an answer. Dokja lets out a quiet little shriek above him, chest curling around his head and digging his fingers into his scalp as he tries to escape the clamp of Joonghyuk's teeth. Joonghyuk can't help but snort and try to bite Dokja again.
"Yah! Are you a child?" Dokja scolds, wriggling and squirming to get Joonghyuk off of his numb legs. "Don't bite people as a way to communicate!"
"Shut up." Joonghyuk says, the heavy weight of his head and arms keeping Dokja in place.
"Ungrateful little shit and right when I had a surprise for you too!" Dokja complains, trying to unravel Joonghyuk's arms around his back. "Last time I do something nice for you, you chompy bastard."
This gets Joonghyuk's attention quick and he perks up, picking his head up to lean his chin against Dokja's chest and look at him with expectant eyes.
"A surprise?"
Dokja rolls his eyes and flops boneless back onto the couch and giving up on freeing himself from the octopus hold of his boyfriend's arms.
"You're like a big dog; biting people, getting excited over a single word." he scoffs, tucking Joonghyuk's messy hair behind both ears. "Do we have to do obedience training soon?"
"I could bite you again," Joonghyuk muses, baring his teeth. "Show you a real dog."
"Down boy," Dokja replies, wary and covering his middle with his hands, and Joonghyuk has to ignore the pointed pang of desire that goes through him at that. "Put your teeth away, you maniac."
Joonghyuk huffs, unwraps his arms to force Dokja's hands back into his hair and makes himself comfortable once again. He ignores the little shiver of heat crawling up his neck and tries to relax again.
"Ugh, awful," Dokja says, after settling down. "Let's go to bed already. And stop being cute, it makes it harder to stay mad at you."
"Stop being easy."
"Oh, so you really don't want your surprise."
Joonghyuk gives a considering look as Dokja waggles his eyebrows, a smarmy smile on his face that doesn't do much for Joonghyuk's waning confidence in him. To be fair, his hesitance is justified - Dokja's last surprise had Joonghyuk help babysit Gilyoung (who hated him) and Yoosung (who conditionally tolerated him) during their winter break.
Joonghyuk had planned several lazy days where they were going to do nothing and stay home but that was scrapped in favor of following around kids who wanted to constantly pelt him in the head with snowballs and/or bury him alive in an igloo. As if Dokja could see him reminiscing about his less than successful surprise, he waves his hands in front of Joonghyuk's face to get his attention.
"No, this one you'll actually like," he says with confidence before biting his lip. "At least, I think? I checked in with Sooyoung and she didn't say it was overstepping."
"Oh God," Joonghyuk groans. "I'm going to hate it."
"Okay! Geez, fine - I'll save it for another day."
Joonghyuk looks up to see Dokja with a pout on his face he wants to bite down on and he steels himself for some kind of disappointment or bewilderment. He's teased his boyfriend enough, he can give Dokja this one thing.
"Tell me." Joonghyuk prods, literally, pressing his thumbs down around Dokja's waist.
"No," Dokja replies, picking his phone back up. "I just took the time to think about it for the first time and I found out that I can, in fact, feel embarrassment."
"Oh?"
Joonghyuk can see his own inquisitive face reflected in Dokja's widened eyes as he suddenly and quickly hauls himself up to straddle Dokja, knees on either side of his legs. Joonghyuk has the higher ground and holds Dokja's phone above them and out of reach. He can see a slow flush crawl up the base of Dokja's neck and watches, fascinated as it travels to settle in his cheeks.
"You're a fucking bully." Dokja whines, trying to swipe his phone back. "You weren't even interested before, you only want to know because it's potentially embarrassing for me!"
Joonghyuk doesn't reply and just holds Dokja's phone ever higher, a worthy hostage in his now fervent cause to possibly blackmail his boyfriend.
"I'm calling my moms, I'll sleep at one of their places tonight." Dokja threatens, using Joonghyuk's shoulder to reach up for his phone. "Better there than our bedroom."
Joonghyuk just gets off of his knees and the couch and stands up to his full height.
"And how are you going to call them?"
Dokja just gapes before pulling a throw pillow over his face and falling into the couch. There's a few muffled whines and insults but Joonghyuk is unrepentant. He knows he just said he'd stop the teasing but he's the exact kind of bastard that lies to himself on the regular. Not his fault Dokja stuck around despite knowing that.
"Fucking asshole... Dickwad... Bully, see how he likes it..." Dokja rages under his breath. "Gonna tell everyone... My mom will break his stupid back in half..."
"Hm? Sorry, couldn't hear you." Joonghyuk says, bland. "You want me to drop your phone out the window?"
"Fine! I was going to let you know that I prepped myself just in case you wanted to sleep together tonight but! Offer rescinded, I'm closed for business. No longer accepting customers at this hour. Good night!"
Joonghyuk drops the phone, immediately following after Dokja and cuts him off before he could lock him out of their room.
"Woah, okay now," Joonghyuk says, practically skidding to a stop in front of Dokja. "You know I wasn't serious, right? Baby? Babe?"
Joonghyuk had known before dating Dokja that he was asexual. It was something that took some time to learn about and conceptualize because while Joonghyuk wasn't exceedingly horny, he still enjoyed sex. Dokja had been patient and forthcoming about himself and didn't mind some of the more intrusive questions that Joonghyuk blurted out without using his brain.
He was fascinated to learn that Dokja was mostly ambivalent about sex, he never really craved it, needed it, or prioritized it like so many people tended to and that Dokja had had sex before and found it "mostly sweaty but interesting". Dokja's only concern was that Joonghyuk knew what he was getting into if he decided he wanted to pursue something long term.
In the end, Joonghyuk didn't really care about the frequency of the sex they'd have or if they'd have sex at all because he unfortunately learned he really couldn't live without Dokja. The guy was like a particularly aggressive, lovable kind of fungus, Joonghyuk couldn't get rid of him even if he tried.
And so their lives continued, living together, bickering and fighting at all hours, cuddling up at all hours and all locations, and occasionally Joonghyuk would ask if they could have sex if the urge came up. This though? Dokja taking the time to initiate something ahead of Joonghyuk asking? That was new and had Joonghyuk feeling a little dizzy.
"Dokja?" Joonghyuk follows his boyfriend into their room, feeling a little like the dog Dokja accused him of being. "Babe?"
Joonghyuk's brain finally caught up with him after becoming temporary mush just as Dokja turned on the lamp lights.
"If you changed your mind, no worries. Let's just get ready for bed instead."
He could just bang a quick one out in the shower; the thought that Dokja would do something that considerate and sexy had him a little woozy but he could recover.
"Moron," Dokja says, turning around to wind his arms around Joonghyuk's neck. "I haven't changed my mind, I've been trying to get you in the bedroom the entire time but you weren't taking the hint."
Maybe he was stupid.
Dokja laughs and holds on tight as Joonghyuk picks him up under his thighs. He kisses along the line of Dokja's throat who just laughs again and tucks his chin into his chest to get away from the ticklish feeling. Dokja takes his face in between two hands and kisses him slow and languid, licking into his mouth with a pleased hum.
Joonghyuk sets him gently in the middle of their bed and crawls into his space without breaking contact. Dokja moves away first and looks at him with fond eyes as Joonghyuk pulls his shirt off and throws it into the corner of the room. Dokja's hands immediately run through his exposed skin, warm palms leaving trails of heat in their wake.
"Beautiful bastard," Dokja scoffs, playful. "You don't have to be jacked too you know, you can just be hot and let the rest of us cope."
"You like it, stop complaining."
Dokja squints at him as he fumbles with his belt buckle next and Joonghyuk tamps down the automatic feeling of foolishness as he shimmies out of the fabric. Dokja drags him back down for another kiss once his pants are off and flips their positions with a quick toss of his leg. Joonghyuk lets out a quiet noise and watches his boyfriend straddle him with a delighted sort of shock.
"I do," Dokja says above him, running a finger down his chest to the waistband of his boxers to rest on his clothed cock. "I just like to keep you humble."
Joonghyuk is half hard already and bucks up to chase his touch but Dokja just laughs, splaying a hand against his stomach to keep him still. Dokja settles on the top of Joonghyuk's thighs, a soft warm weight against his naked skin.
"Clothes?" Joonghyuk rasps, mouth dry. "Do you want to take them off or keep them on?"
"I don't know," Dokja muses, running his hands up and down Joonghyuk's torso in an agonizing appreciation. "I kind of like seeing you vulnerable like this. Is that okay?"
"Oh, fuck yeah," Joonghyuk blurts out before his mouth could try and say something cooler or suaver. "That works for me."
"Good, just relax. You've been working too much, let me take care of you."
Dokja pulls his boxers down with two hands until the head of dick peeks out and lays a gentle kiss right at the head. Joonghyuk hisses and tries not to move, not wanting to disrupt the image of Dokja, soft and sweet in a too big sweater and ruffled hair, treating him so gently. It's a heavenly torture as Dokja presses his tongue against the tip, laving hot and wet across the sensitive skin there.
His underwear is pulled down further and rests around his thighs like a loose vice but Joonghyuk can't afford to pay attention as Dokja's thin, clever fingers wrap around the girth of his dick and starts to pump. It's a little dry and he can't help but grunt as the friction brings more blood to thicken and fill his cock. Dokja, admittedly very prepared, takes out a small bottle of lube from his pocket and clicks it open. Joonghyuk laughs despite himself and Dokja pinches his thigh with a roll of his eyes.
"So prepared," Joonghyuk teases, stretching his arms and letting them rest behind his head, propping himself up to watch Dokja pour too much lube over him like he's decorating a stack of pancakes. "Hey! You're going to make a mess."
"God, it's non stop with you," Dokja complains, eyes bright and full of mischief as he warms excess lube in his hands. "I could just stop if you really want to complain."
"My lips are shut, sorry sir."
"That's better." Dokja purrs, finally putting his hands back onto Joonghyuk who can't help but let his eyes slip shut.
Dokja's hands take their time with him and both hands pumping with slow, luxurious strokes. Joonghyuk is big enough that it's a doublefisted job and he can't help but force his eyes open to stare as Dokja nuzzles against the length with a content look on his face.
"So handsome, my Joonghyukie," he coos, pressing a kiss against the side of his shaft. "You look gorgeous when you're under me like this."
Joonghyuk would be more embarrassed at how his dick twitched and drooled in between pretty hands, a little trail of precome leaving a shiny mark against Dokja's cheek, if Dokja didn't just smile and encourage more to come out. Dokja puts the head of his cock back into his mouth and sucks, hot pressure and soft wet flesh, practically taking up all of Joonghyuk's brain function with it.
"Been waiting all day, you're always so good to me Joonghyuk-ah," Dokja continues like he isn't stroking Joonghyuk's dick and ego in one fell swoop. "Wanted to do the same for you."
"Shit," Joonghyuk groans and he has to force himself to stay in position until Dokja tells him he can reach out and touch. "Dokja, can I please? Please."
"Not yet," Dokja says, reaching up to run his thumb soothingly over Joonghyuk's nipple. "Be patient for me okay?"
"Yes, yes, okay, yes."
Joonghyuk isn't babbling and he certainly is not being methodically taken apart with elegant hands and a beautifully frustrating mouth.
Dokja ducks his head back down to suck one of Joonghyuk's balls into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue while petting at his perineum with firm even pressure. Joonghyuk's eyes roll into the back of his head and he has to dig his nails into his hands to stop from moving and reaching out to touch, overwhelmed with sensation. Every touch is suddenly cut off and just as he thinks he's finally been given mercy, Dokja slips his hands under his hips and splays his legs apart to suck at his hole.
"Fuck!"
Joonghyuk bites down on his lip until he tastes blood, spreading his legs wider until there's an ache in his hips and tries to bear down against Dokja's tongue. His mouth is hotter and wetter, soft lips practically kissing his hole as he licks and sucks at his rim to soften him up. Dokja hums, sending electricity up his spine and nudges his stiffened tongue inside of him with a coo. Joonghyuk wants to grab his face and press him there until he's breathless but he knows the rules, he knows Dokja's limits and doesn't want to lose this feeling.
Joonghyuk's whole body is taught, his knees bent and locked, feet pressing against the bed to push against Dokja's mouth, and he feels like he's going to break the longer this goes on. Dokja, merciless, just hums again and lets Joonghyuk hold himself up. He uses one hand to press Joonghyuk's asscheek aside and open to shove his tongue deeper and the other to slip a thin finger inside, fucking him with too slow pushes.
"Please, please, please," Joonghyuk begs, chasing a peak that's too far. "Dokja, please."
"My Joonghyuk-ah, you can handle a little more," Dokja soothes, guiding Joonghyuk's hips down and legs to lie back flat onto the bed. "I know you're a good boy, just a little more."
And Joonghyuk can't argue with that and unclenches his hands from behind his head to instead clutch at the bedspread under him, breathing hard and trying to be good for Dokja. He watches with wild eyes as Dokja slips out of his pants, looking like something out of a dream, elegant and easy. His sweater slips over the top of his thighs, blocking Joonghyuk's view and he groans, straining his neck to try and get a peek.
Dokja, ever generous and tolerant even when Joonghyuk doesn't deserve it, snickers and turns around to bend over, a slow sensuous slide that has Joonghyuk biting on the inside of his cheek. Dokja pulls the sweater up and over the curve of his ass and displays a twinkling little jewel between his asscheeks and smirks over his shoulder.
"Surprise."
"Jesus Christ," Joonghyuk groans, digging his hands so hard into the bed he swears there's chunks of memory foam in between his fingers. "Are you trying to kill me?"
"No," Dokja laughs, letting his sweater fall back, the hem catching briefly on the half hard swell of his cock, an obscenely sweet sight that Joonghyuk misses instantly when it's gone. "This is a gift!"
"Thank you, thank you so much," Joonghyuk replies seriously, squirming in anticipation. "I really appreciate it."
"Sweet talker."
Dokja climbs back onto his thighs and turns so Joonghyuk has an eyeful of his ass as he slowly pulls the plug out of himself. His hole is an angry, shiny pink and Joonghyuk raises one hand to swipe over his mouth before Dokja can catch him drooling. Dokja turns back to face him, a content little smile on his face, before he can see anything and guides Joonghyuk's aching cock to his waiting hole.
It's easy and smooth and he lets out a soft little 'oh' as he glides down and bottoms out in a single push down. Dokja feels like hot silk wrapped around his weeping cock and Joonghyuk wants so badly to dig deep into Dokja until he's permanently made a space inside his body.
"Thank you for waiting, Joonghyuk-ah," Dokja says sweetly, batting the fan of his eyelashes. "Go ahead, you can touch now."
And he takes Joonghyuk's hands to settle around his waist, his thumbs touching right above Dokja's belly button. Joonghyuk sends a quick thanks up to any god that was getting a free show and finally lets himself lose it, fucking up and into Dokja like a piston. Rough groans are spilling out of his mouth, unbidden, as he lifts and pulls Dokja by his middle, just taking and taking while Dokja sings praises that go straight to his head and cock.
"Such a pretty sight and only for me, my perfect Joonghyuk-ah," Dokja whispers, leaning down to press kisses against his chest. "You're doing so beautifully, go ahead - keep going."
Joonghyuk is mindless, fucking harder at those words. And just as he's on the brink of falling off the edge, Dokja bats his hands away and gets off of him completely. His dick slides out with a wet pop that's almost too much and Joonghyuk is on the verge of tears.
"Wait! No, please!"
He's not above pleading at this point, hard enough to carve into stone and waiting, wanting, desperate.
"Shhh, it's okay. You can do it, just a little more."
Dokja, a vision in pure torturous white, holds off the base of his dick with his fingers as he pumps again. Joonghyuk's heart is thudding in his temples and he grits his teeth as Dokja jacks him strong but slow, pushing him right until the sweetest edge before tightening his grip at the base. He's going mad, he's about to lose it, he might actually start crying.
Sweat is dripping down his entire body as Dokja edges him with a soft smile on his face, like he wasn't actively tormenting the man he loved. Joonghyuk can't even speak to beg, the pressure climbing up his chest until it's in his throat.
"Too much?" Dokja asks, sly.
And Joonghyuk shakes his head, stubborn.
"Okay then, a little more then?"
He should have just shut the fuck up because Dokja nudges his fingers back into Joonghyuk's hole and with a terrifying pinpoint accuracy, targets the soft spot of his prostate, pressing hard and long before letting up. Joonghyuk arches off the bed with a choked off cry and his hand automatically goes up to his hair, pulling until it's painful to try and offset the feeling of his prostate getting battered.
Dokja isn't kind though and he keeps pushing until the precipice before stopping and it's only when Joonghyuk starts begging, babbling and borderline screaming that he grants his mercy. He straddles Joonghyuk around the waist, reaching back to guide his dick back inside of his loose hole and bouncing all the while slipping his fingers back into Joonghyuk's gaping hole to finger fuck him into completion.
Joonghyuk comes with a bitten off cry that echoes in the room, feeling like his orgasm was literally pulled out of him. He's still coming long and hard as Dokja fingers him and his hole pulsing around his aching dick, milking every last bit. His only regret is that he couldn't look at Dokja's face as he came, having been riding backwards to finger him properly. Joonghyuk feels like he's been flattened with a rolling pin as he comes down from his high and helps Dokja ease off of him with trembling arms.
Dokja flops onto him with little to no care of how he almost killed his boyfriend and snuggles into the crook of his neck with a happy sigh. He looks far too cute to have just tortured Joonghyuk and it doesn't help that he can feel the press of Dokja's hard dick against his thigh. Joonghyuk throws an arm around him and pulls him up to rest on his heaving chest.
"Holy shit," Joonghyuk can only say, raspy and well used. "Holy fucking shit."
Dokja giggles (giggles!) and traces a circle around Joonghyuk's belly button, tucking his head under his chin.
"Did you have fun?"
Joonghyuk looks at the top of his head with hazy, thoroughly fucked eyes until Dokja tilts his head back up to look at him and scoffs.
"Any more fun and I'd die of a heart attack," he replies tiredly, pressing a kiss to Dokja's forehead. "More importantly, do you want help?"
Joonghyuk gestures down and Dokja follows his gaze to his still hard dick and makes a considering, thoughtful noise.
"Hmm, nah, I'll just hop in the shower and it'll go away."
And like he didn't just rock the entire apartment complex, Dokja hops off the bed with a bounce, only stumbling once as he gets his balance back under him. Joonghyuk didn't know if Dokja was just draining his life force and stamina out with every shared kiss or if Dokja was some kind of demon in disguise, but it didn't make sense how he still had so much energy.
"Oh!" Dokja says, sounding intrigued, lifting his sweater and pressing his legs together. "Woops, forgot about the condom."
Joonghyuk has to avert his eyes from the sight of his come slipping down Dokja's thighs before he starts doing something unreasonable (barking and snarling and begging like an animal) and coughs to get Dokja's attention. He props himself up with his elbows and looks away as he mumbles.
"What?" Dokja shuffles closer to bed to listen closer, still pressing his legs closed to keep Joonghyuk's come from dripping everywhere. "What was that?"
"If you want to and only if you want to," Joonghyuk starts, feeling oddly shy in front of the man who just fucked his brains out. "Can you sit on my face so I can clean you out?"
"Oh, sure! Let's take a bath after, I don't think I'll be able to stand after."
Joonghyuk makes sure to take his time and resolves to be way nicer for the next two weeks.