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"I'm not gay."
Between groans and sighs, panting and swearing, Jisung bites out those three words. He digs his fingers into soft, pale skin of Hyunjin's waist, and—
—thrusts.
Deeper.
If Hyunjin had a retort or protest, it's pushed straight out of his brain with that thrust, and out of his mouth in the form of a strangled moan. He tosses his mess of black hair back, gasping for air. His dick grinds against the formerly clean bedsheets, no doubt making a mess of a stain on the black surface.
"Me neither," Hyunjin replies, and it's sour and mocking. He turns his head, as much as he can, to shoot Jisung with a side-eye. "Totally not gay."
Jisung lets out a sound that sounds halfway between a scoff and a grunt — no doubt due to the way Hyunjin tightens around him for emphasis. He helps himself to a handful of those sweaty black curls, and holds on tight as he keeps pounding, keeps thrusting. That tight heat is only half the horny; the other half are the obscene sounds coming from the man under his grasp, so disgustingly eager on his pretty lips that Jisung can't resist punching them out over and over.
"I'm not! I just— ah— this isn't like that—"
Jisung's eyebrows pinch into a pleading expression Hyunjin can't see. He won't beg, but it would be untrue to say he weren't a little desperate to make his futile point.
"Shut the fuck up," Hyunjin grits out. "You have problems, dude. If you're not gay, then pull out."
Jisung doesn't.
He can't.
Cognitive dissonance is a bitch — but luckily not a boner-killer. Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing hard, but he can't stop fucking Hyunjin — it feels so good. The way Hyunjin's back arches, the way his voice gets all raspy around the edges when Jisung hits his prostate, the way his eyes roll…
This is different.
This feels different.
Jisung doesn't want to think about it, he just wants to keep pushing his dick into that sweet spot and keep Hyunjin's ass pressed against his pelvis. Hyunjin bends underneath him so easily, so willingly — his tongue never loses its sharp edge, but the way Hyunjin pulls him in without questions, without complaints— Jisung presses his palm into soft flesh and picks up the pace.
Hyunjin always starts whimpering when he gets faster.
"Oh my god— please keep going—"
Jisung's eyelids flutter a little, and hot arousal pricks at his skin like a fever. He can feel the orgasm building, he can feel Hyunjin tightening in sync with the feeling.
Suddenly, Jisung is dying to see Hyunjin's pretty face.
"Wait, wait," he huffs.
"What?! Wait don't actually pull out now, I'm really close—"
Jisung flips Hyunjin like a hotdog so he's looking straight up at him. His dick comes into full view, no longer vandalizing the bedsheet.
Hyunjin's mouth parts in a little 'o'. "How exactly does this help with your not-gay crisis?"
"I-I don't know, please don't ask," Jisung pants. He fumbles a little to line himself back up, and pushes in to Hyunjin's immediate, responsive groan. "Just—"
One hand planted on the mattress, the other on Hyunjin's shoulder, Jisung starts thrusting again with renewed vigor. Something about the way Hyunjin's lips part when he moans, the halo of hair, the way his waist arches— and that eyeroll— Jisung loves the way his eyes roll. It's warm, so warm, and Jisung's brain is quickly churning into TV static.
Maybe the bounce of Hyunjin's dick should turn Jisung off, but somehow the way the precum drips off the tip is just. So. Delicious.
Hyunjin's eyes snap onto his in shock when Jisung wraps one hand around his dick. Hesitantly at first, then firmer when Hyunjin reacts— he strokes, and Hyunjin whines, high and needy in his throat, and his hands scrabble for purchase on the bedsheets. He thrusts, angled up, and those pretty eyes roll again—
"Ah Jisung— Jisung—!"
It's a bad idea, but Jisung leans forward.
He doesn't think, maybe on purpose, just lets his mouth smush against Hyunjin's in the world's messiest kiss ever. It doesn't feel great, but it's probably because he's practically entirely kissing Hyunjin's cupid's bow instead of his lips. But then Hyunjin reaches up, grabs his face by his chin and guides him into proper alignment, and Jisung just melts.
Soft, gentle, patient— it's not what Jisung expected, the way Hyunjin helps him through his first kiss with a boy. He expected a hook-up kiss, the rough ones, the ones that are fueled by the heat of the moment; instead, Hyunjin lets Jisung fumble a little bit, correcting him with an experienced tongue.
For a moment, both Jisung's hand and hips still, sucked into the intimacy.
In the space where they pull apart, Jisung sucks in a sharp breath.
"Please don't."
Okay, maybe Jisung does beg.
Hyunjin raises both eyebrows. His kiss might've been sweet, but he can't keep the smirk off his lips. "Baby… go."
Jisung starts thrusting again, sloppy this time, his hand awkwardly trying to keep pace with his dick. His mouth finds Hyunjin's again, suddenly craving that taste again, and Hyunjin gives it to him — nipping, licking — Jisung pumps harder, arousal curling in his stomach. He thumbs over the tip of Hyunjin's dick, pulling out incoherent noises out from the pretty boy under him.
Hyunjin cums first, without much warning other than the strangled fuck—! that Jisung tastes on Hyunjin's tongue right before hot, sticky spurts drip over his fist.
"Oh my god, Hyunjin, Hyunjinn…"
Jisung abandons the kisses, grabbing Hyunjin's waist, and fucks. He fucks fast and hard, because electricity is buzzing in his body and his legs are turning into jelly. Because Hyunjin underneath his hands is writhing at this point, riding out his high and creeping on overstimulation, and it just all feels so goddamn good.
Jisung thrusts deep and cums — he keeps thrusting, pushing into Hyunjin with every wave of his orgasm. He comes down, falling over on Hyunjin, body against body.
He finds Hyunjin's lips at the bottom.
Still gentle. Still patient.
In the wake of it all, Jisung finally pulls away. He looks at Hyunjin's face, sleepy and damp from sweat.
"I—"
He clears his throat and tries again.
"I… might possibly, maybe, have problems…"
Hyunjin smiles, giggles. He bursts into laughter, and Jisung buries his red face into Hyunjin's skin.
"That's okay. That's what therapists are for."