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Chan is reorganizing his skincare products on the bathroom counter when he hears the keypad to the front door beep, and the door click open.
“Channie-hyung!” Jeongin calls into the apartment.
Chan's core clenches with nerves, with anticipation, with excitement. He's been waiting with bated breath for Jeongin to return home after his birthday live stream celebration, flitting around their shared apartment cleaning things that were already spotless, reorganizing things that didn't need to be reorganized.
See, Chan had gotten this brilliant idea earlier today to pop in and pay a quick visit to Jeongin during his live. He got bold, stealing a kiss on the cheek. He knew it would make Jeongin flustered, but Chan has learned over the years of being with him that if his buttons are pushed just right, he’ll have all this pent up energy inside that needs an outlet. Needs a release.
Their work schedule had been crazy lately, and Chan could tell that Jeongin was in need of a little extra attention. And Chan loves to take care of all of his members needs, no matter what they are. That, and the way Jeongin’s smile lingered after he left? The soft pink that clung to his cheeks as he tried to carry on like normal? Chan loved it. It’s not his fault, really, that he is obsessed with the flustered mess Jeongin becomes when anyone shows affection towards him. Jeongin is just that cute, sue him.
He hears the door close, and the soft shuffle of Jeongin slipping off his shoes and jacket.
He takes a deep breath, shuts off the bathroom light, and steps around the corner of the bathroom door, lingering in the hallway as he slowly makes his way towards the younger man.
“Hi, Yenni,” Chan whispers, biting his bottom lip to hold back the cheeky smile threatening to break across his face. “Welcome home.” It takes everything in him to keep his voice even.
He lets his gaze drag slowly up and down Jeongin’s built frame as he steps deeper into the apartment. His ears and cheeks are burning, they must be bright red.
The younger cocks his head, almost like he was going to shake it no, and exhales sharply, stopping right in front of Chan, close enough that he can smell the soft scent of aftershave lingering from hours ago.
“Hy —"
“Have you eaten, aegi?” Chan asks sweetly, interrupting him. His heart is thundering in his chest. It takes every ounce of self control to keep his composure. This is all for him, all for his precious Jeongin, he can't let his little plan slip out. Not yet.
Jeongin's eyes flash. “Hyung.”
Chan's back hits the wall. He hadn't even realized he had taken a step backwards. He looks up at Jeongin through his lashes, eyes wide, the perfect picture of innocence.
“I could make something, if you wanted, we ha —”
Jeongin presses his thumb to Chan's lips, his long fingers caressing along the curve of his jaw, shushing him mid-sentence.
“Hyung.” Jeongin whispers, slow, quiet, with a controlled calm that sends a shiver down Chan’s spine.
Chan takes a stuttering breath in through his nose.
“What was that, Hyung?” Jeongin asks, pressing his thumb into Chan’s lips. He's talking about the kiss. Chan could play dumb, he considers it for a moment, but decides against it. Jeongin moves his thumb to the side of Chan's cheek to let him answer.
“Just wanted my aegi to know how loved he is on his birthday.” Chan breathes.
Jeongin’s eyes soften. He sighs. “I know you love me, Hyung, did you have to kiss me on live? I get so flustered, it’s embarrassing.”
“But you're so cute, aegi.” Chan coos.
Pink flush spreads across Jeongin’s face. He squeezes his eyes shut. He lets go of Chan’s jaw and tugs at his ear. “Hyunggggg,” he whines.
Hmm, not the reaction Chan was looking for. He considers for a moment, before trying a different angle.
“But, if it makes you too embarrassed, I guess I won't do it again.” Chan laments, sighing softly and faking a sniffle.
Jeongin’s eyes fly open and rapidly scan Chan's face, concern in his eyes.
Chan pouts. “It's just… Minho’s allowed to kiss your cheek in front of a huge audience, but I can't while you're on a live?” He sniffles again and looks down. “Guess I know who your favorite Hyung is.”
“Channie,” Jeongin murmurs, low and stern. “That's not —”
“No, it's okay, In-ah, I understand. I'm just the hyung you want to live with, not get kissed by.” He sighs, loud, sad, completely over the top.
Jeongin reaches down and takes Chan’s hand, squeezing lightly. “No, Channie —”
Chan cuts him off again. “No more kisses from Channie-hyung. I hear you, Yenni.” Chan pauses, considering how far to push. “In fact,” he continues. “Maybe I’ll just give all my kisses to the other members instead, so that way you don’t ever have to worry about a thing.”
Jeongin exhales sharply, and before Chan can even blink, the hand Jeongin was holding so gently just a moment ago is now pinned against the wall, over his head. “Chan.”
Chan gasps, but quickly recovers, resuming his dramatic facade. He gives his best sad puppy dog eyes and sticks his bottom lip out exaggeratedly. Jeongin dropped the affectionate nickname; it’s working. Just a little more and he’ll —
“Maybe…Maybe Lixie, maybe Hyunjinie, or Binnie, I know they'd appreciate my kisses. Maybe I should only kiss them from now on instea —”
Chan inhales sharply, cutting himself off as long fingers find his neck, squeezing slightly. Not enough to cut off his breath, and certainly not enough to hurt. Just enough that he feels airy, floaty, pliant beneath Jeongin. Just the way both of them love it.
A tiny whine escapes Chan's throat and his eyes flutter at the sensation.
“Don't you dare,” Jeongin rasps, shaking his head once before crashing their lips together, sucking Chan's pouty bottom lip into his mouth and biting down, not enough to break the delicate skin, but enough for the sting to mean something. Chan moans into the kiss and tries to rock forward, but Jeongin's firm grip keeps him pinned against the wall.
The kiss is brutal, intense, claiming. Jeongin licks into Chan's mouth with fevered urgency, his fingers gently squeezing Chan’s neck in slow, rhythmic pulses, tighter, then looser, then tighter once again. Chan eagerly gives him everything he wants to take, to lay claim to, incredibly pleased that his button-pushing seems to have worked just the way he wanted it to.
Jeongin pulls back just enough to look Chan in the eye. His eyes are hungry, pupils are blown wide. Heat rushes through Chan’s core. He bites his swollen bottom lip and whimpers at the sensitivity left behind by the younger man.
“Is this what you wanted, Hyung?” Jeongin whispers. “Pushing my buttons so I’ll fuck the attitude out of you?”
Chan’s cock throbs in his sweats at the thought. Yes, this is, in fact, exactly what he was hoping for. All for his aegi.
“Well?” Jeongin urges, a little louder this time. The grip on Chan’s neck tightens. Chan moans at the sensation, his head spinning. He reaches forward with his free hand, grabbing at Jeongin’s belt loop.
Jeongin pulls his hips back out of Chan’s reach, catching his other hand, and pinning it above his head as well. Jeongin crosses his wrists, and holds them snug with one hand. Jeongin’s other hand trails down and he grabs Chan’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger.
“Uh-uh.” Jeongin tsks. “Words.”
“Yes.” Chan whispers.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, please, Yenni, please fuck me.”
Jeongin releases Chan’s jaw and grabs his hip. He spins Chan around so his chest is pressed into the wall, and lowers his arms so they are pressed into his back.
With his free hand, Jeongin tugs Chan’s sweats down just below the curve of his ass. He squeezes the round muscle on the right tight enough to pull a whine out of Chan, and then he smacks it hard, once, twice. The crack is loud, echoing down the hall of their apartment.
“That,” Jeongin articulates. “Is for threatening to not kiss me again.”
Chan moans low in his throat. It hurt so good. The throb and sting on his ass go straight to his aching cock. He’s leaking so much that a damp patch is now visible at the front of his sweats.
“Don’t move.” Jeongin says as he releases his wrists. Chan wouldn’t dare; he’s gotten Jeongin exactly where he needs to be, he’d never do anything to jeopardize it now.
Chan hears sounds of a zipper, a small shuffle of fabric, and then something long, warm, hard, pressing in between his ass cheeks. Jeongin’s cock.
Jeongin grinds into Chan, groaning as he finds the plug nestled snugly inside him. He rocks forward a few times before reaching down and tugging the plug free, dropping it carelessly on the floor. The thud is solid and loud against the floor. Jeongin shoves two fingers inside Chan’s tight heat with little resistance. Chan gasps at the intrusion.
“Fuck.” Jeongin groans, pressing in rough, fast, deep. The lube Chan had worked in to himself earlier squelches loudly with every thrust of his fingers.
All too soon the fingers leave, and Chan hears the soft sounds of Jeongin collecting spit in his palm and stroking himself.
Chan takes a steadying breath as the head of Jeongin’s cock nudges against his rim, and a firm hand grips his left hip.
“And this,” Jeongin whispers against Chan’s ear. “Is for kissing me on live,” He slams his hips forward, burying his cock inside Chan, slamming him against the wall. “And then being a fucking brat about it.”
“Oh, god,” Chan cries. The stretch of Jeongin’s cock inside him burns, and tears well at the corner of his eyes.
Jeongin pulls back almost all the way, before slamming in again.
“Hah —” A sharp exhale punches out of Chan with the force of Jeongin’s thrusts.
Again, and again, Jeongin slams into him, deep and unrelenting, pressing him firmly against the wall. The hand on his hip is bruisingly tight. Secretly, Chan hopes there will be lingering evidence of the attention. They all have to be so careful not to leave obvious marks on one another, but that doesn't stop him from wanting it.
A loud crack sounds again as Jeongin smacks Chan’s ass in between thrusts. The sting grows sharper, more intense, with every hit.
“You’re mine, Channie, mine.” Jeongin growls in his ear, before softly massaging Chan's stinging ass in small circles. “Don't forget it.” Jeongin presses a soft kiss behind Chan's ear before grabbing his other hip.
The snap of Jeongin’s hips picks up speed, ripping loud guttural moans out of Chan's throat. He can feel Jeongin’s breath on the back of his neck, feel him panting from the exertion.
Before long, little high pitched moans fall from Jeongin’s lips as the slap of skin on skin envelops their senses, drowning them in their shared pleasure. Jeongin’s hands grab hastily up Chan’s torso as he pounds into him, as if his grip on Chan’s body is the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. Chan hums, panting, pleased that Jeongin is chasing what he needs.
“Fuck, Channie, fuck, hahh —” Jeongin moans, losing himself fully in the sensation. His left hand slips the rest of the way up Chan’s body and he presses two fingers into Chan’s mouth. Chan sucks on his fingers, teasing his tongue up and down the length of them, feeling his own pleasure build deep in his core.
Jeongin shifts behind him ever so slightly, and the new angle has him hitting Chan’s prostate perfectly.
Chan cries out sharply from around Jeongin’s fingers and he clenches down on his cock, a sweat breaking out across his brow as intense waves of pleasure build and build and build.
“Channie, oh my god, fuck I’m gonna cum Channie, please I —” Jeongin whimpers, his thrusts becoming rushed and sloppy.
Jeongin’s pleas in combination with the thrusts directly hitting his prostate are too much, and he slams one hand against the wall in front of him to keep himself from collapsing as he comes untouched in his sweats.
Behind him, Jeongin grabs his waist tighter, and then Chan feels his cock pulsing, spasming, and warmth spreading deep inside him.
Jeongin pulls his fingers out of Chan’s mouth and places his hand over Chan’s thundering heart. He leans down and leans his forehead against the back of Chan’s head, panting, exhaling in sharp bursts.
“Channie, I’m sorry, I —”
“It’s okay aegi, it’s okay,” Jeongin withdraws, and Chan spins around, pulling the younger into a tight hug.
Slowly, carefully, Chan lowers both of them to the floor, pulling Jeongin into his lap, peppering the top of his head with little kisses. His long arms envelop Jeongin, securing him in a tight grasp as they both catch their breath.
“Is my aegi okay?” Chan hums against his temple after a few moments of silence.
“Channie, I should be asking you that,” Jeongin whines.
“Nonsense, it’s your birthday, you’ve been stressed, let Hyung take care of you, hmm?”
Jeongin sighs.
“I love youuuuu~”
“I love you too, Hyung.”
“Happy birthday, aegi.”