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Jongseob wasn’t oblivious, even if Soul was hoping he might have been. He noticed the way a shiver crossed over his body when Jongseob’s physical contact was different than usual, the way he gulped awkwardly at flirtatious jokes, the way his bottom lip rolled between crooked teeth when the stylist put Jongseob in a crop-top or tight shirt, the way his beady eyes lingered where they shouldn’t have. He wasn’t oblivious, as much as Soul probably wished he was. He could sense the lingering intensity between the two of them, that intensity that’s been swallowing them whole since they debuted. So, as they sat in bed together, a movie blasting in front of them, he couldn’t help but ponder what it would take for Soul to finally snap.
It was late, somewhat past 2 am, but it was nothing deep— they always stayed up past midnight like this, taking in eachothers existence. They were busy as of lately, all kinds of shows and vlogs and content being milked out of them at all times. That’s why when they hung out like this, when it was just them and the moon, they weren’t really worried about talking or doing anything. This was enough for the both of them and that’s all that mattered. But these days, that strange, yet mutual, feeling was suffocating him more than usual. Maybe it was because they were getting closer from having to film so much together, or maybe it was because Jongseob was really tired of the lack of relief building up in his gut. It was only natural, he was still young, and he had been stuck with just him and a hand for years now. You could only satisfy yourself so many times before the hunger was finally uncontrollable.
Soul’s eyes were wide, hooked to the screen as he watched two people fight. Soul liked to watch action movies, Jongseob liked to watch whatever Soul liked. It didn’t really matter what was on the tv, eventually his eyes would make their way to the older boy beside him. Soul knew he was being watched, and Jongseob knew he was aware. It only made it more exciting. His eyes outlined his side profile, watching the way the light gleamed in his eyes. He reached a finger up and slid it down the straight of his nose, Soul turned to look at him, eyes raised with curiosity. "Your nose looks nice." Jongseob hummed, watching Soul’s throat immediately bob. That awkward gulp he only did when Jongseob flirted. He scrunched up his nose before turning to look back at the tv, but Jongseob could tell the compliment was still on his mind. Soul was fairly easy to read.
The constant tension was tiring, the quick glances and soft compliments. At the end of the day, they both knew what was conjuring up. Jongseob could recall one day after an interview, Soul was acting weirder than usual. It was probably because that tiny shirt they put him in— they always made it extra hard for him to function in a professional setting. But he noticed how they always made Soul’s eyes linger, and suddenly he considered asking the stylists to make it a frequent occurrence. That night he was walking to his room after getting a snack in the middle of the night and could hear the sound of Soul panting, mumbling incoherent japanese every now and then. What he really cared about was the only intelligible word between all the foreign language; his name falling in between the whimpers and curses.
He wanted this to end quickly. Maybe they could’ve just talked about it, they were close enough to without being awkward— but Jongseob was impatient. Everyone was asleep, it was late, they were both awake, and, to be honest, he wanted to get off. More than usual. He got out the bed and tread to the combined bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He was pretty, he knew he was. Everyone always told him, but he only cared about Soul gazing at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. He flipped the light off and made his way to Soul, silently hovering over him. Soul’s eyes darted up to look at him, eyes darting around his face. Like always, his adam apple bobbed as he looked up into the blonde’s eyes.
Neither spoke, the sound of the movie filling the silence as they looked at each other. Soul’s slender fingers dug into the covers, as if he was trying to keep them occupied, to keep them from kneading at something else. Jongseob grabbed his wrist, bringing the hand to rest on the soft skin of his waist. He chewed on his bottom lip, that familiar movement, as he gripped onto his skin. Jongseob couldn’t help but smile before slowly moving to straddle him, the heat of his body making him shiver. Soul sighed out roughly, wrapping his hands around Jongseob's waist, his breath already labored as he looked up at him. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening.
Soul hadn’t realized how much he had pent up until Jongseob settled on his lap, his body burning hot as he looked up at him. He gulped deeply, his hand sliding up the loose shirt, feeling as his stomach dipped at the contact. Leaning upwards, he pressed their lips together with hesitation. Jongseob quickly took control of the kiss. Soul wasn’t sure what to do. He did know to pull him in closer by the nape, to let his tongue swipe at his plush bottom lip for further access, licking into his mouth like he was starving. He was, kind of. He’d craved this for years, and now that he finally got it, he wasn’t sure how to stop.
Soul pulled away, his chest falling up and down as Jongseob smiled down at him. He pushed the shirt up, kissing up his torso before stopping at his nipples, glancing up at him before kissing one, relishing in the soft whine that escaped Jongseob’s throat. His head was quickly pulled away, all attention being brought back to the other’s lips as they kissed again. Soul could already feel himself start to ache in his boxers, his hips bucking up into Jongseob in a desperate attempt at friction. Jongseob whined at the feeling, grinding down in response, his mouth falling open for his quiet sounds to be heard. By now, they both had more than obvious bulges, rutting against eachother like horny teenagers.
"Seob.." Soul’s voice was nothing but a breath as he looked up at him, his eyes full of lust. Jongseob knew what that meant, lifting himself up and sliding the sweatpants down. Soul watched with amazement, barely blinking. He slipped his shirt off as he hummed for Soul to do the same, smirking as he immediately caught the hint and stripped. The two now sat in only thin underwear, rutting against eachother, their breaths mingled when they decided to kiss every now and then. Soul hooked his long fingers into the waistband of Jongseob’s light blue briefs. He felt like he wanted to tease him for it, but that was for another day. He pulled the article down and tossed them away, his breath catching in his throat at how pretty Jongseob was naked. It was unbelievable, he was pretty from his face to his dick.
Jongseob writhed in his lap, his cock tapping his stomach as he continued the ministrations. It was fairly pale, like the rest of him, but the tip was flushed red, pre-cum beading at the slit. Jongseob’s whole body was smooth, skin soft like roses as Soul ran a hand up his inner thigh. He knew Jongseob was someone who heavily cared about his physical presentation, but seeing his smooth pale skin like this was only turning him on more. "Your dick is pretty.." He mumbled, a finger smearing the pre-cum across the head. Jongseob whined, his head falling to rest on his shoulder. "Weirdo.." He tried to be stubborn, just a little, but the feeling of riding Soul’s clothed bulge was too distracting. "Take them off, Shota, please.." Jongseob was good at getting his way with Soul, and as he looked Soul in the eyes, vision hazy— he knew this night would be a lot of such.
Soul didn’t hesitate to finally remove the thin cloth, doing that shy swallow as Jongseob stared down at his throbbing cock. He sheepishly looked away as Jongseob’s soft hand grabbed him, gasping into the palm of his hand. It spurred Jongseob on, tilting his head to spit onto the head. Soul thought he would die as his head roughly fell back, helplessly thrusting up into the air, trying his best to chase any satisfaction. It wasn’t long before Jongseob’s spit-slicked hand was wrapped around his friend, softly pumping rhythmically. Soul’s fingers were digging into the pale thighs caging in his legs, trying with everything in him to be quiet. "Shota.. I wanna ride you." His eyes were blown wide as he waited for a response, and when he bit down on his lip like this, his snaggle tooth was actually visible. Soul didn’t know if he was gonna survive this.
Jongseob’s small body was arched as he sat on Soul’s lap, arms hooked around his shoulders. He was shivering— whether it was because he was cold, anxious, or excited, Soul wouldn’t know. One hand kneaded at an asscheek, the other a few fingers into Soul’s mouth as he tried his best to lubricate them. Barebacking their first time wasn’t smart, but none of this was really the most intelligent, so it didn’t matter to either of them. He finally pulled the fingers out after a while, spreading him apart and finding his already twitching hole. Jongseob’s head was still hidden in his neck, whining uncontrollably, chest heaving. It's like he was torturing him. He rubbed his wet fingertips around the rim, soaking in the moan in his ear. "Tell me if it hurts." His voice was a caring whisper, completely opposite from the finger sliding into the younger, punching a moan out his throat.
Jongseob thought he could cum just from his fingers fucking into him, whining into skin as he pushed himself down onto the finger. Soul started moving the finger after giving the other a moment to adjust, and it felt magical. Jongseob was tight, so tight he could probably snap off Soul’s finger if he clenched any further. Soul liked it, the engulfing heat— he doesn’t know how long he could last with his dick inside of him. The finger pumped diligently, not slow enough to be boring, but not fast enough to be overstimulating. He only did what Jongseob wanted, so when he gasped for another finger inbetween moans, Soul immediately obliged. The added stretch caused a loud cry, his nails digging into Soul’s shoulders as he ground down impatiently.
The room only had the sound of Jongseob’s whines and soft squelching now, the movie long over. Jongseob was vocal, every thrust there was a new sound. Soul liked it, it only made his neglected cock twitch. There was probably a chance Jongseob would get too loud and they’d have to get lectured by a hyung when the sun was up. That was supposed to be embarrassing, scary— but it only made Soul’s fingers move quicker. Jongseob’s fingers were dug into the pink hair beside him, whispering for another desperately. At this point, Soul could probably fist him and he’d want more. But he listened, a third finger in, curving around inside of him. He finally brushed up against a bundle of nerves inside of him, Jongseob’s entire body tensing as he loudly cried out, clenching down onto the digits. "Seob, you can’t be loud.." He kissed at his neck in a desperate attempt to soothe him, but his fingers were still trapped. "You.. You need to relax." It took a second before his fingers were finally freed, but he immediately began pushing against his prostate again, covering the younger's mouth as he cried out.
Jongseob’s hips were grinding desperately, riding the fingers like it was all he would get. Waiting all this time just for it to end by fingering wasn’t ideal, so Soul pulled out, softly laughing as Jongseob whined at the loss. He spat into his hand, kissing the blonde as he jerked himself off. Jongseob pulled away to help, softly panting as he twisted a fingertip over the sticky slit. Soul was getting impatient, grabbing the small waist above him and signaling for him to position himself over his cock. He rubbed his head against the throbbing rim, biting down on his bottom lip as pre-cum spilt. He gave Jongseob a look before pushing the tip in, head falling back at the warm embrace he was met with. Inch by inch he pulled Jongseob further down onto his cock, groaning at the tightness. He wouldn’t last a minute.
They sat there for a moment, both readjusting to the feeling as best as they could. Jongseob was more than ready, doing an experimental grind of the hips. He did it again, then again, gripping Soul’s shoulder as he impatiently rode him. His mouth hung wide, barely-there moans echoing in the room. Soul thrusted up to meet his movements, the sound of their pleasure mixing stirring them on further. Soul watched his body carefully, leaning to kiss at his collarbone. He wanted to bite him, just to try. He trailed his tongue down to one of his nipples, smirking as his body shivered. He suckled at the bud before he roughly bit down, closing his eyes and waiting to be flicked. Jongseob only moaned louder, grinding down extra hard, eyes squeezed shut. He enjoyed it.. a lot.
They only got gradually hornier, moans getting louder and thrusts getting deeper. Soul’s grip on Jongseob was bruising as he fucked up into him, mumbling quietly in Japanese. He could recognize some of it, especially his name repeatedly falling from his bite-bruised lips. He forced Soul to look up at him, holding eye contact as he moved his hips in circles. It was normal for Soul to speak in Japanese when the time called for it— When Keeho made him mad, when he was watching a horror movie and got scared, when practice wore him out and he could barely function. So it only made sense for him to manage a few words in his native language as Jongseob’s grinds quickened up, starting to softly bounce and add onto the pleasure. It was just unfortunate Jongseob definitely knew what he meant when he watched the way his face turned and mumbled ‘Kawaii,’ cause now Jongseob was pushing Soul’s face away, blushing and pouting.
Soul watched as Jongseob’s cock twitched, his movements fast and desperate as he moved. He was definitely close, and Soul ached to see how he’d look during an orgasm. He tapped Jongseob’s thigh, trying to get his attention despite the daze he was in. "Seob, let me." He whispered, directing Jongseob onto his back. He wasted no time, setting inbetween the pale legs and pushing back into him. The other position felt amazing, of course, but Jongseob had been doing all the work. Soul wanted to help him feel good, care-free. His thrusts started off fast, holding him by the waist as he punched into him. He only went harder, the sight of the blonde taking him like this was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
It was definitely obvious what was happening now, if any of the others were awake. Jongseob stopped trying to keep quiet, he couldn’t with the way Soul was fucking him. Tears welded up in his eyes, a trail of drool rushing down his cheek as he dug into the sheets. He was fucked senseless and it was the best thing he’d ever felt. One hand played with one of his nipples as the other jerked himself off, drowning in pleasure as Soul’s cock rubbed against the nerve inside of him. It wasn’t long before his body froze up, choking on Soul’s name as he came over his hand and stomach. His body went limp, gasping for air as he tried settling down. It was hard when Soul was still thrusting into him like that, gripping onto his ass like it was a lifeline. Eventually, Soul buried himself into Jongseob, painting his insides with thick bursts. The younger boy whined at the feeling, crying softly as Soul pulled out.
They both panted deeply, hair clung to foreheads via sweat, faces flushed and lips bruised. Soul didn’t mean to not pull out, but the sight of his release trickling from Jongseob’s used hole was worth it. He quickly grabbed tissues and wiped him clean, softly kissing his face to soothe him. Soul helped him back into his clothes, slipping his back on as well before lying them both down, smiling as he watched Jongseob pull him close. They’d definitely get lectured in the morning, and it would probably be a little awkward trying to figure out what was going on between them now, but right now all that mattered was the feeling of their limbs tangled.