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Soft giggles come from Chan's right side as he scrolls through hundreds of comments left by fans on a Tuesday night. A smile stretches across his face; an automatic reflex to Jeongin's happiness.
"Hm?" Chan hums, glancing over. Jeongin only shakes his head and continues to giggle in response.
Chan's phone buzzes in his hand.
Hi Christopher
Chan lets out his own soft giggle now, looking back up at Jeongin. "What are you doing?"
Jeongin ignores him again.
Shaking his head fondly, Chan types out a response under the same post.
Hi I.N
More giggles. Jeongin's upper half shakes from the laughter, jostling Chan, who's pressed right up next to him.
God, Chan loves him so much.
He and Jeongin keep scrolling, leaning further into each other to find the same comments to reply to. Each response they send has them roaring with laughter, unable to keep the joy from bubbling up in their chests. They get a few in before Chan watches Jeongin click on a comment and reply without letting Chan catch up.
Are you two together?
You caught us ㅋ
Chan's laughter softens into a small grin, and he can't resist leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to Jeongin's cheek. His cheeks grow pink, and Chan knows it's not only from the small show of affection. This development is still new to both of them. He looks back down at his phone.
I.N is here too?
So its maknae and leader now?
Interesting
Jeongin's response:
Maknae on TOP
"Yah," Chan says, causing more giggles to slip from the younger's mouth. Chan tsks, but continues to respond to fans.
Bang Chan, did you know there's even hierarchy when it comes to water?!
Doesn't water usually exist below? Chan writes.
His phone buzzes a moment later.
That's why I'm on top.
"Yang Jeongin."
"Yes, hyung?" Jeongin responds, a smile evident in his voice. Chan leans toward him again and bites the same cheek he had just kissed.
"Hyung! Ouch!" Jeongin pouts, rubbing at the skin.
"You're being a menace," Chan says. "You know exactly what conclusions they are going to draw from that."
Jeongin's smile is sly. He tosses his phone onto the white duvet and extends his arms above his head, letting out a contented sigh at the stretch. The movement causes the sheets to slide down his exposed skin, revealing the patch of hair traveling from his navel down to his groin. Chan lets himself admire it, because he's allowed to. Because he and Jeongin are together now.
Jeongin's arms fall back down to his sides, and he turns his body to cuddle against Chan's side and rest his head on Chan's bare shoulder. "Keep replying to the fans, hyung. I'm sure they've missed you."
Chan nuzzles his face into Jeongin's hair, soft and smelling like the baby powder-scented shampoo his boyfriend likes to use. He presses a kiss to it, then does as Jeongin says. As he does, Jeongin runs a gentle hand up and down Chan's torso.
He sees a comment that makes him pause and decides to click on it.
Bang Chan can you give me your best pick up line?!
Jeongin's body stills against him. Chan holds back the delighted smile that's desperately trying to rise. He hits the box to begin typing and is met with Jeongin's nails digging into his skin. The smile slips through a little. He responds.
Hi
Jeongin's body relaxes against him, and his claws retract. He resumes his movements along Chan's skin.
His possessive boy.
Just a few nights ago, Jeongin had replied to a fan and told them to only look at him. Chan had tucked that into the back of his head, where he stores all other similar instances. He can't keep a chuckle from escaping.
"Shut up," Jeongin mutters. It only fills Chan with more glee.
Jeongin reaches his thumb toward the button on the right side of Chan's phone, and the screen clicks off.
"That's enough of that, I think," he grumbles. Chan lets the laughter escape him fully, making Jeongin huff and cross his arms, turning his body fully away from Chan.
"Noooo," Chan bemoans. "Come back! I didn't even do anything!"
He plasters himself against Jeongin's back, pressing their naked bodies together as closely as he can. He shoves his face in between Jeongin's neck and shoulder, pressing kiss after kiss into his skin.
"Innie," he whines. No response. More kisses.
"Baby," he tries. Still no luck. A pause, then;
"My love," he murmurs, trailing kisses up Jeongin's neck, ending with his lips pressed to the shell of his ear. Jeongin lets out a soft sigh.
"You're mine," he says petulantly. It makes Chan smile so wide it almost hurts.
"I'm yours," he soothes. He means it. He is so completely and fully Jeongin's. "I'm all yours, sweetheart."
Jeongin turns his body around in Chan's grasp. His eyebrows are furrowed, but he is clearly trying to keep a smile off his face. He huffs again, the puff of breath landing on Chan's lips.
"Then act like it," he snaps.
Chan's eyebrows shoot up, heat pooling in his stomach. He's seen Jeongin's bratty side before, but he could count the times it's been directed at him on one hand.
"Oh?" Chan responds.
One of his hands trails down Jeongin's back, stopping for a moment to rest on a plush cheek. He gives it a nice squeeze before sliding it further inward, and hears Jeongin's sharp inhale as his fingers reach his target.
"But I think I do act like it? Is it not my cum that's dripping out of you right now?" He questions, tracing a fingertip around Jeongin's hole.
He gathers some of his earlier release to wet his finger just enough to dip it in just past the rim, turning Jeongin's breaths uneven. He studies Jeongin's face as he slides it in and out, going deeper each time. Jeongin's lips part, and his breaths become louder, little noises slipping from the back of his throat every so often. Chan adds another finger.
"Hyung," Jeongin chokes out. His legs spread automatically, always so willing to take what Chan gives him.
"Isn't it? I would say I acted like I was yours when I came inside you, baby. Don't you think?" He asks, pressing his fingers to a spot that makes Jeongin cry out, hands flying up to grasp at Chan's chest. He's always extra sensitive the second time. Chan slips his fingers out of him.
"Why—" Jeongin starts, but is cut off as Chan grabs him and lifts, adjusting their position so Jeongin is straddling Chan. He lets out a startled sound, and his eyes glaze over. Chan holds back a smug smile for the second time that night.
"If you don't think I act like I'm yours, then how about you make me yours," Chan says blithely. Jeongin blinks down at him.
"Wh— … Huh?" His sweet boy asks. Chan runs his hands up and down Jeongin's flank before settling on his waist, gripping it firmly.
"You said earlier that you're on top, right?" Chan grins, razor-sharp. "Maknae's on top?"
Jeongin's cheeks flush. He chooses to look anywhere other than Chan's gaze. Chan jerks his hips upward, jostling the body on top of him. Jeongin's eyes snap back up to Chan's.
"Get to it, Jeongin-ah. You said you were on top; you said I was yours. Act like it," Chan repeats Jeongin's own words back to him.
Jeongin's eyes flicker back and forth between Chan's, and then a determined look settles on his face.
"Fine," he huffs. "I will."
He leans to the left and snatches the lube off the bedside table, and pours a dollop into his hand. He then reaches behind himself and wraps his hand around Chan's hard length, stroking it to spread the lube. Chan forces his hips to stay still. Especially with Jeongin's eyes on him, challenging him to lose control.
Jeongin rises up on his knees. His upper body twists as he looks over his shoulder to make sure he lines them up correctly, and Chan admires the view before him.
He feels the tip of his cock meet Jeongin's rim, and his fingers clench around Jeongin's waist. Tight heat begins to envelop him, and he grits his teeth to keep from thrusting up into the feeling. This is the first time they've tried this position, and it is doing insane things to Chan's brain.
Jeongin turns his body forward again now that he doesn't need to see where to put Chan's cock. He clenches around the head, and Chan's hands constrict around his waist in response. It makes Jeongin smirk. Brat.
Jeongin continues to sink down, resting a hand on Chan's abdomen as he goes. Once Chan is bottomed out inside of him, Jeongin's eyes slip closed, and he lets out a mix between a whine and a sigh. Chan takes a deep breath and swallows hard. He moves his hands from Jeongin's waist down to his thighs, rubbing back and forth as he waits for the younger to get used to the feeling.
His hole is spasming a bit around Chan, clearly sensitive from already being fucked.
Jeongin feels fucking heavenly inside. Chan almost wants to abandon his plan and flip the boy over so he can pound into him as hard as he wants.
Almost.
Jeongin's eyes flutter open, meeting Chan's. He brings his hands down to meet Chan's, and Chan goes to tangle their fingers together, assuming that's what Jeongin wants.
Instead, Jeongin flings Chan's hands away and off of him.
"Excu-"
"No touching," Jeongin says, snippy about it. A mix of emotions swirls in Chan's chest. Part of him feels outraged at the blatant disrespect the youngest so rarely shows him, and part of him feels a rising heat and excitement at this new behavior.
Chan steadies himself and lets his arms relax beside him into the sheets. Jeongin nods, as if expressing approval. Chan bites back a smile.
Jeongin swivels his hips, attempting to navigate the situation. Where Chan would usually guide him, he stays silent instead. It isn't easy, but the thought of taming this newfound brattiness takes precedence.
Chan lets out a low groan when Jeongin raises his hips and then lowers himself back down onto his cock. He makes a whimpery little sound when their hips meet. Chan's fingers twitch upward involuntarily at the noise, as if they are trying to defy his brain and reach for their rightful place on Jeongin's waist anyway.
Jeongin leans back and places his hands on Chan's thighs, trying to gain better leverage for his movements.
"God, baby. You're so gorgeous," Chan awes. Jeongin's hips stutter, and his face flames red. Chan wants to kiss him so badly.
"No— no talking," Jeongin stammers, beginning to bounce his body up and down on Chan's cock. Chan grips the sheets. The veins in his forearms become more apparent with how tight he's holding on.
"Aww, c'mon honey," Chan says, a bit breathless. "You don't want me to be quiet, do you? Thought you said you like hearing me."
"I said no talking," Jeongin grumbles, "not no sounds."
He lifts back up and slams down onto Chan's cock, causing Chan to let out a loud moan. His hips twitch a little, desperately wanting to jerk forward.
Jeongin smiles smugly. "Yeah, hyung. Exactly like that," he says.
Chan gets the sudden urge to spank him. He pushes the thought away.
For now.
He's doing so well, his Jeongin. His thighs are straining with the effort of continuously lifting up and down, but his pace is fairly steady, and his hole feels so fucking tight around Chan's cock. Chan knows it won't last much longer. Jeongin has been skipping leg day, and while Chan would normally be disgruntled about Jeongin missing some of their gym dates, he feels thankful right now. Thankful and excited for what's about to come.
Sure enough, Jeongin's thighs start trembling after a few minutes, and the smug look on his face shifts into one of frustration. Chan stays silent, and he allows his hands to relax, freeing the sheets from his grasp.
The next time Jeongin's hips drop down, they don't lift back up. He lets out a frustrated sound, and instead grinds back and forth in small motions.
Chan moans softly, but does nothing to aid the movement.
Jeongin is panting now, and a drop of sweat slides from his hairline down his temple. He's swiveling his hips, but Chan can tell he is growing more frustrated by the second.
His movements come to a complete stop, and he takes his hands away from Chan's thighs and places them on his abdomen instead. He's silent for a second, biting his lip and calculating how to go about this situation.
Chan waits.
Jeongin lets out an annoyed sigh and slowly drags his gaze up to meet Chan's.
"Hyung."
Chan raises an eyebrow. Jeongin squirms.
"Hyung," he repeats. Takes a breath. Sighs. "Can you… Can you move?"
Chan remains silent.
Jeongin's face scrunches up into a scowl.
"You can talk," he snaps, nails digging into Chan's stomach.
Chan's jaw clicks, and he runs his tongue along his teeth, annoyed by the tone. Jeongin catches this, and a blush rises to his cheeks. He squirms again on Chan's cock.
Hm. Interesting.
"Oh, can I?" Chan retorts. Jeongin's eyes shift away, glancing around a bit before returning to Chan's, cheeks still bright pink.
"Mhm," is all he responds with.
"What else?" Chan asks, the words sounding more like a demand than a question. Jeongin squirms some more. Chan's jaw clenches at the feeling.
"Um. You can. You can touch now, too," he stutters out.
A wave of calm passes over Chan. He knows it's visible with the way Jeongin shudders in anticipation, his fingers beginning to wind together anxiously against Chan's skin.
Chan brings his hands up to smooth over Jeongin's body. He's gentle with it, and Jeongin's shoulders relax as the tension seeps out. He melts into Chan's touch, his face relaxing. His body slumps slightly forward when Chan reaches the back of his head, eyes turning half-lidded when Chan gives him a few scratches.
Chan watches him let his guard down completely before he tightens his hold in Jeongin's hair, tugging him down harshly so that their faces are inches apart. Jeongin yelps, eyes snapping open and hands flying out to brace himself on Chan's chest.
"Where are your manners?" Chan grits out.
Jeongin swallows audibly, pawing at Chan's chest.
"H-Hyung," he says.
"I know that I didn't teach you to talk that way, Jeongin-ah. Ask me nicely," Chan demands.
He feels Jeongin's cock jerk between their bodies.
Jeongin swallows and says, "Please, hyung."
Chan slides a hand down and swipes a thumb over the tip before taking it into his hand and pumping it slowly.
"Guuuuuh," Jeongin says eloquently. His head tries to drop down, but Chan's hold on his hair won't let him. It causes him to shudder, and he yelps when Chan pinches the head of his cock.
"Ah, ah! Hyung!" Jeongin whines.
"You can do better than that, I think," Chan says. He presses his thumb to the frenulum, causing Jeongin to gasp, before he lets go completely. "Ask hyung nicely for what you want."
"Want— Channie hyung. Want you to touch me, please. Please touch me," he babbles.
Chan waits.
Jeongin's eyes dart around Chan's face, looking for any sort of reaction. When he doesn't get one, he continues.
"Need you to help me, hyung. Please. I want to ride you." He pauses again, waiting to see if that was enough.
Chan stays silent.
Jeongin's lower lip wobbles. "Can't do it on my own, hyung. I need hyung's help. Please."
What a good boy. Chan brings his hand back to Jeongin's cock, stroking him firmly. Jeongin lets out a shuddering breath that turns into a moan at the end.
"That's it, baby," Chan praises. "There's my polite boy."
He pulls his hand away from Jeongin's cock, and cuts off the resulting whine with a short but firm kiss.
"Sit up," he says after he pulls away, stern. Jeongin's swallow is audible as he follows the instruction.
"Pretty baby," Chan murmurs. "Tried so hard, didn't you? Needed to show me I was yours?"
Jeongin nods. "Yes, yes, hyung. Mine," he agrees, voice uneven.
"That's right, sweetheart. I'm yours," he says. "But you're forgetting something, baby."
Jeongin makes a confused sound.
Chan's hands find their way to Jeongin's waist, where they've been longing to be all night. He brings his knees up and plants his feet on the bed, jostling Jeongin in the process.
"Hyung, wha—"
"I'm yours, but you're forgetting that you are mine."
Chan slams his hips up into Jeongin.
Jeongin's eyes widen, and a cry is ripped from his throat. His hands shoot to Chan's wrists, holding on tightly as his body is jolted by the thrusts.
"Hyung— hyung!" He yells, and Chan really should tell him to quiet down. He doesn't.
"Ngh, ngh, ngh," are the noises that fall out of Jeongin's mouth with each snap of Chan's hips. He throws his head back, giving Chan a perfect view of his throat.
"Look at you," Chan coos. "My perfect boy. Tell me you're mine."
Jeongin tilts his head back down, giving Chan a perfect view of the tears welling up in his eyes. Chan's thrusts lose their rhythm for a moment at the sight. It feels so wrong to find it so hot, but any guilt he might have felt before was soothed by Jeongin months ago, when he said he liked it, too. Sometimes he wonders if Jeongin was put on this planet just for him.
A tear falls. Chan lets out a low groan and rubs his thumbs against Jeongin's waist.
"I-I'm yours, hyung," Jeongin sniffles. "I'm yours."
"That's right, sweetheart. You're all mine. Touch yourself for me, honey." Chan says.
Jeongin releases one of Chan's wrists and brings a trembling hand to his own cock. He wraps it loosely around himself, and his hole clenches around Chan at the contact.
"Good boy," Chan praises. Jeongin lets out a whimper.
Chan really wasn't going to last much longer. The sight before him was too much to handle. Jeongin's watery eyes, his tear-streaked cheeks, and his pretty pink lips parted and wet with spit. He looked like every single one of Chan's most sinful dreams.
"Hyung, I'm— I think— I'm gonna cum," Jeongin mewls. His voice is wobbly from the tears, and it makes the next snap of Chan's hips even harsher.
"You can cum, baby. My sweet boy. Cum for me," Chan breathes out.
Jeongin's lower lip quivers and he tosses his head back once more as his grip tightens around his cock. He strokes himself furiously, little whimpery sounds falling from his lips. His stomach clenches, abs becoming more defined. Cum shoots up to cover them as his thighs lock around Chan's body.
Chan swears as Jeongin clenches tight around his cock. "Good boy," he says. "You're so fucking good for me, honey. The best boy, all mine."
Jeongin lets out a little overwhelmed sound before saying, "Hyung, can you-" he pauses, and his face flushes. "Will you cum on me? On my tummy?"
Chan thinks he actually blacks out for a second. What the fuck. What the fucking fuck.
"Yeah, baby," he chokes out. "I'll- I'll cum on your tummy, sweetheart."
He lifts Jeongin, who makes a sad little sound at the loss of Chan's cock in his body. Chan decides not to process it, because if he does, Jeongin won't get what he wants. It's already taking everything in him to hold back. He sits up and gathers his last bit of energy to flip their positions. He scoots in close between Jeongin's thighs, and before he can wrap his hand around himself, Jeongin takes him in his own. Chan moans, too loud for their hotel room.
Embarrassingly, it only takes two strokes from Jeongin to have Chan spurting cum onto Jeongin's stomach, mixing with his own. Chan's hips jerk into the touch as Jeongin strokes him through his orgasm. His hand keeps moving, even after, and Chan hisses as he reaches down to rip Jeongin's hand away. He looks up to see Jeongin smiling mischievously.
"Naughty," Chan tsks.
Jeongin giggles, but his laughter fades when he brings his hand to his tummy, trailing through their cum. "Now I really look like I'm yours, hyung," he says.
Chan closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and counts to ten. He opens them again to see Jeongin looking at his tummy, dazed. Chan pulls Jeongin's hand away from the mess and brings it to Jeongin's mouth, whose eyes darken when his fingers slip past his lips, laving his tongue around them.
"Good, baby," Chan breathes. He pulls Jeongin's fingers back out, and cum smears against his pink lips.
Jeongin juts out his bottom lip into a pout. "Kiss?"
He is truly going to be the death of Chan.
Chan leans down and brings a hand to caress Jeongin's cheek. He swipes his tongue along Jeongin's bottom lip before pressing their mouths together, sharing the taste with Jeongin. He hums against him and pulls back to glance at his face. He finds Jeongin looking completely relaxed, almost blissful. He leans forward again to press more soft, gentle kisses to his lips. Over and over again.
"Hyung," Jeongin murmurs.
"Hmm?" Chan responds, against his lips.
"Sticky."
A smile grows on Chan's face, and he laughs softly.
"I know, honey. Wanna go shower?" He offers.
Jeongin tilts his head from side to side like he's contemplating. "Mmm. Yeah. Only if you carry me," he decides.
Chan feels so fond of him that he fears for a second it's going to crack open his chest and spill out onto the sheets beneath them.
"Of course, sweetheart. I'll carry you."