Star ⭐️

Chan

Drive: top!chan + bottom!felix

Pretty Girl: top!chan + bottom!jisung

Minho

Peppermint Kisses: top!minho + bottom!jisung

Changbin

To Be Written

Hyunjin

All Gray: top!hyunjin + bottom!jisung

Jisung

All Gray: bottom!jisung + top!hyunjin

Peppermint Kisses: bottom!jisung + top!minho

Pretty Girl: bottom!jisung + top!chan

Felix

Drive: bottom!felix + top!chan

Seungmin

To Be Written

Jeongin

Jisung had never been one to follow social norms. He didn’t particularly like to follow what everyone else was doing, especially when he didn’t like whatever that thing was.

He did have one guilty pleasure though, one that he kept from everyone. He had kept the secret for years at this point, only indulging in it when he was alone.

When Jisung glanced up into his floor length mirror, he let himself smile. A nice real and genuine smile. He didn’t exactly know why he liked looking this way, just that he did.

“Hey, Ji? Have you seen-“ Chan burst into Jisung’s room, without knocking. This was very unlike him, as usually both idols were very keen on keeping their privacy. Clearly Chan wasn’t thinking though.

When Chan glanced up from his phone he was holding, his jaw went slack in surprise. The surprise lasted a good moment before he closed his mouth, opened it to say something, and closed it again. When he finally was able to form words, all he could say was…

“…my keys.” He spoke quietly, trying to not let his eyes dart towards Jisung’s outfit. Jisung, frozen and not knowing what to do, looked down at his outfit.

When he decided he felt like dressing up, he shimmied into a pink plaid skirt that came up to just above his mid-thigh. He also threw on a white blouse that had a scarf that he tied in the front. He thought he had looked pretty cute with his thighs on display and his chest peaking out.

He didn’t feel so cute now with Chan looking him up and down and clearly trying to wrap his head around what he is looking at. Jisung drew in a breath and swallowed hard.

“I don’t know where your keys are.” Jisung tried to speak evenly, tried to not sound embarrassed, but it was clear to Chan that he could do neither of these things in this moment.

“That’s okay…” Chan said in a gentle voice, trying to make Jisung feel better about the whole situation. He really hadn’t meant to walk in on him, he would’ve knocked but he had been in search of his keys for almost fifteen minutes. He was kind of desperate.

Before Chan was able to walk away and pretend this whole thing hadn’t happened, Jisung spoke up. “Just say what you’re thinking, you might as well.”

Jisung sounded upset, not necessarily angry, but definitely embarrassed and annoyed that he had been walked in on.

“Ji…” Chan tried to begin, before his brain stopped him. He took a few breaths, trying to will himself to calm down. He was struggling to look at Jisung, not because he didn’t like what he was seeing, quite the opposite actually.

He was so turned on, and because he wasn’t expecting it, it was getting increasingly harder to will his desperate thoughts away.

“I.. uhm..” Chan could’ve jumped off a cliff in this moment, so annoyed with himself not being able to explain. Jisung almost interjected before Chan could finish, but Chan was able to continue before Jisung could get a word out. “No, stop, let me… talk.” Chan breathed in again. “You’re very pretty, Ji,” He was finally able to say.

Jisung… did not expect that. Especially not with the way Chan was looking at him. He thought that Chan was weirded out or even disgusted by it, but it seems like Jisung misread the situation. “You… what??”

“You look really nice…” Chan reassured, wanting to express his thoughts but still a bit frazzled. He finally stepped forward and closed the door that was still ajar. He set his phone down onto the dresser so that his hands were free. “Come here?” Chan asked tentatively, hoping Jisung wasn’t embarrassed enough to reject him.

Jisung brought his hand to rub at his arm, his lip ending up between his teeth. It took him a second, mostly to process everything, but eventually he did step forward. Chan smiled so lovingly at him and gently placed his hands on Jisung’s waist. “So… you like it?” Jisung cringed slightly at his own words, aware that he sounded like he was seeking validation. Maybe he was, but he didn’t feel like thinking about that.

Jisung felt soft squeezes to his sides as Chan let his eyes wander down. “I do.. I didn’t expect it. You’re so pretty.” It didn’t sound like Chan was trying to reassure him anymore… he sounded… Jisung’s mouth dropped suddenly at the realization.

“You’re turned on.” Jisung said as a statement rather than a question. Chan’s eyes flicked back up to Jisung’s immediately, his cheeks growing red. “Really?” Jisung whispered, eyes blinking.

“I-“ Chan gently pulled Jisung closer, their hips touching now. He wrapped his arms around Jisung and Jisung wrapped his arms around Chan’s neck. “Okay, well, maybe?” This made Jisung grin. Chan was still beet red, but he was feeling better now that Jisung didn’t seem so upset anymore. “How long have you been dressing up…? Or is it like… a gender thing?” Chan asked, wanting to fully understand his partner before switching into horny mode and fucking him.

Jisung’s grin faded ever so slightly and he shifted a bit in Chan’s hold. “Not a gender thing,” Jisung expressed first, wanting to make that very clear. “And uhm… a couple of years?” Jisung wasn’t exactly sure when it started, so he was giving his best guess. It probably truly started when he was a teenager, but he was too busy doing other things to explore at that age.

“Years?” Chan questioned, surprise filling his voice. “You didn’t tell me?” He asked, a small frown forming on his lips.

“It didn’t have anything to do with you, I just like it. I’m sorry..” Jisung began frowning more than he had been, not expecting Chan to be sad he wasn’t in the loop. But in Jisung’s defense, nobody else was either.

Chan decided to shake his head. “Don’t be sorry.. I’m sorry, it’s your thing, you didn’t have to tell me.” Chan gently rested his forehead against Jisung’s. “But I am glad I know now.” Chan whispered.

Jisung let himself give Chan the smallest kiss before pulling away to explain more. “If it makes you feel better, nobody else knows either… just me.” Chan smiled at Jisung’s words. It did make him feel a little better.

“It does actually, I can’t believe you kept a secret from me specifically for so long.” Chan said, clearly amused. Jisung shrugged, his expression going more neutral.

“I don’t know, it’s embarrassing, hyung.” JIsung said, his voice ending up slightly shaky again. Chan kissed his forehead and then leaned down to his ear.

“Only if you make it out to be, who cares? You’re pretty however you dress.” He whispered. Jisung squirmed slightly in Chan’s grasp. “Here, pretty, I’ll show you.” Chan whispered into his ear again.

Chan helped Jisung turn around in his hold, making Jisung face the mirror he was looking at before Chan entered the room. Jisung stared at himself, his eyes flicking over his own body. When he eyes landed on Chan’s hands, wrapped around his waist, helping hold him up, he gently moved to bite at his lip.

“See?” Chan murmured, looking into the mirror alongside Jisung. “See what I see?” Jisung nodded, a bit reluctant. Chan, noticing the small resistance, held Jisung a bit tighter. “C’mon Ji, say you’re pretty, hm?” It sounded like Chan was teasing, but he more so wanted Jisung to actually believe he was.

Jisung was silent, but that didn’t bother Chan any. He would just have to convince him.

Chan let his head droop slightly, kissing at Jisung’s neck, biting gently to leave deep bruises. Jisung squirmed, titling his head so that Chan could have better access.

Chan let one hand slide down Jisung’s tummy and to the front of him, his other hand firmly around Jisung so he would stay steady.

When his hand reached the edge of Jisung’s skirt, he pulled up on the fabric gently, Jisung’s cock poking out underneath. When Chan stopped his kissing to look up in the mirror at Jisung, he noticed this immediately. “No boxers..?” He asked, confused, but turned on. Jisung shook his head slightly, his cheeks growing red and his hands squeezing at Chan’s in slight embarrassment. “Why?” Chan gently kissed at his ear.

“My boxers are longer than the skirt,” Jisung explained between tiny pants. This made Chan let out a small chuckle.

“You were ready for me and you didn’t even know it, so beautiful, Ji.” All of the compliments Chan was handing over to Jisung made his knees weaker than they already were.

Chan, usually the embodiment of patience, was not today. The skirt was really doing something to the part of his brain that made him horny. He grabbed at the edge of Jisung’s skirt again, pulling it up more, so that Jisung’s entire dick was on display.

Jisung blinked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t realize how flushed he would be. His embarrassment was slowly turning into arousal. When Jisung looked up to gauge Chan’s reaction, he had to hold back a small moan.

Chan was mesmerized, and not in the usual way. He was just simply staring, his fingers fidgeting with the bottom of Jisung’s skirt. “Hyung?” Jisung whispered, his voice shaking and filled with heat. Chan glanced to Jisung in the mirror, their eyes meeting through the reflection. Chan didn’t answer, instead moving to lift up the blouse Jisung had also put on.

Jisung let it happen, watching Chan’s precise movements in the mirror. Jisung was shifting in Chan’s arms, having to stare at himself in the mirror in such a provocative way bringing small amounts of embarrassment back. Chan didn’t seem to notice though.

“Fucking hell, Ji.” Chan whispered, glancing back up in the mirror to look at Jisung’s tummy. Jisung whined slightly, Chan’s fidgeting of his skirt causing the smallest amount of friction on his dick. Chan let his lips form a slight smirk, his hand sliding up under Jisung’s skirt so he could encircle Jisung’s cock.

Jisung let out a whimper. He was always so loud during sex, so whiny and willing. Chan loved it, and Jisung loved being tossed around even more. Chan pumped him, once, twice, and on the third, Jisung squirmed back, letting his ass wiggle against Chan’s trapped cock.

A small grunt fell from Chan’s lips at the friction Jisung was causing, making Jisung continue. Chan, slightly distracted, let his movements on Jisung’s dick slow slightly. He kissed at his ear once more and then gently moved both of his hands away from Jisung, but not before Jisung was aware he had to stand in his own.

“I’m going to show you just how pretty you are, Jisung.” Chan said, an idea clearly having popped into his head. He made his way around Jisung so that he was facing him. He brought his hand up, swiping Jisung’s fringe away from his eyes. “Fuck, you’ve gotta stop looking at me like that, baby.”

Jisung fluttered his eyelashes, not even purposely. He was already out of it, which wasn’t uncommon for Jisung. “Like what?” Jisung asked, his hands coming up to wander up Chan’s arms and chest.

Chan let Jisung feel him up for a minute or two before he lost it, pushing Jisung back and towards the bed. Jisung fell backwards, his body plopping against the bed. Jisung looked up to Chan, excitement gleaming in his big boba eyes.

This excitement fell away after a second when Chan turned away from him. Jisung watched with curious eyes as Chan grabbed for Jisung’s mirror and drug it closer towards the bed. Jisung, confused, sat up on his elbows, watching with his eyebrows slanted.

Chan maneuvered the mirror how he wanted it, then turned around and walked around to the other side of the bed. He looked at himself in the mirror and then let his eyes fall down to Jisung, who was still on his elbows but his head was tilted backwards to look at Chan.

“What are you doing?” Jisung asked, wearily.

“Showing you how pretty you are, I already said that.” Chan responded, a smile forming on his face as he stepped closer to Jisung and let his knees sink into the mattress. He grabbed onto either side of Jisung’s face and gave him an upside (spiderman) kiss. Jisung accepted it, still confused.

When Chan pulled away he leaned back on his knees, gently tapping at Jisung’s back so he would sit up instead of leaning against his elbows. Jisung got the hint, straightening his back. He turned slightly, just enough so that he could look at Chan. “Let me help you with your shirt, pretty.” Chan told Jisung, who nodded, accepting his fate.

Chan grabbed for the buttons on Jisung’s blouse, undoing them quietly and effectively. All Jisung could do in response was watch Chan’s hands move as they brushed up against his chest every so often. When Chan finished unbuttoning, Jisung lifted his arms so that Chan could slide the blouse from his shoulders. He threw it to the side somewhere, Jisung too focused on Chan to have seen where it ended up.

Chan gently pushed on Jisung’s shoulder, turning him back the other way so he was facing the mirror fully again. Jisung watched himself in the mirror for a second, admiring his flushed chest. He let his gaze end up on Chan, who was now moving to kiss at his shoulders. He was gentle, going back over the hickeys he had left earlier, pecking and licking them. Jisung blinked, letting himself lean back against Chan.

He whimpered as Chan continued up his neck and jaw. “I’m trying to be patient, but you’re making this hard.” Jisung whined, his hands tightening against the bed sheets. Chan chuckled in response, pulling away as he did.

“Alright, alright..” Chan gave Jisung’s shoulder one last kiss before resting his chin against it. He let his hands fall and move against Jisung’s thighs, spreading them apart. Jisung couldn’t tell if he was even more turned on by the mirror or if he wanted to shut his eyes and just feel. He settled on looking in the mirror but focusing on Chan rather than himself.

As Chan began jerking off Jisung again, Jisung’s eyes darted to the movement in the mirror. He had never seen sex from this angle before. He was beginning to think he really enjoyed being able to watch Chan please him. He let out gentle moans, causing Chan to leave more kisses against Jisung’s jaw.

Jisung started shaking gently, not quite on the edge, but getting close. Chan, an expert at understanding exactly what Jisung was feeling most of the time, realized this after a few seconds, and gently slowed his hand. Jisung whined again, not unusual for him, but he didn’t have to wait long before Chan was positioning him differently.

Chan delicately pulled Jisung back and helped him to lay on his stomach. Jisung’s mind was blaring with intense thoughts of mostly just wanting to be filled, but also the fact he was going to be able to see Chan fuck him from behind.

Jisung, with his chest firmly against the mattress and his hips in the air, watched Chan undress through the mirror. He was giddy now, as he watched, wanting Chan to hurry up. Chan took off his shirt first, lifting it up and over his head and throwing it in assumingely the same direction as Jisung’s blouse. He unbuttoned his jeans next, shoving them down with his boxers together.

When he finally stepped forward, he cupped Jisung’s ass, leaning down to kiss at his lower back. “By the looks of it, I’m assuming I don’t need to ask if you’re ready?” Chan asked with a grin. Jisung looked at him through the mirror, rolling his eyes.

“I’m good,” Jisung responded, sassily, which earned him a small pop to his ass, which made him grin to himself. Chan digged inside of Jisung’s bedside table for a moment, looking for the lube. Once it was found, he gently threw it against the bed so that he could focus on Jisung for just a little bit longer.

“Have you been watching the mirror, pretty girl?” Chan said, the ‘girl’ addition sliding off his tongue so naturally. Jisung nodded quickly.

“Yes, you’re so sexy, hyung… make me feel so good.” Jisung said between hot breaths. This one sentence earned him another smack to his ass. Jisung huffed, watching Chan in the mirror, slightly confused as to why Chan decided he deserved that.

“You’re supposed to be looking at yourself, not me.” Chan rolled his eyes, making the scene a bit more intense and real. Jisung nodded, his hair rubbing against the sheets, making it messy and frizzy.

Chan went back to his casual worshipping a moment later, kissing along Jisung’s spine, leaving a few hickeys here and there. He kissed along the skirt that Jisung was still wearing, although it was scrunched up so his ass was on full display.

Eventually, Chan grabbed for the lube and popped the cap open. He squirted some against his hands, coating his fingers with it. He also poured some against Jisung, making his skin appear shiny. He took his forefinger and swirled it against Jisung’s hole. Chan could tell it was going to be one of those times where Jisung was so turned on, he wouldn’t need much prepping. Chan would still continue though, patient and caring.

Jisung was very much avoiding looking at himself in the mirror, too aware of how lethargic he already was, just from the simple feeling of Chan’s finger. He moaned quietly through his teeth, biting at his lip to keep on the quieter side. Chan didn’t mind this, he knew that Jisung wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for very long. He was honestly already doing a bad job at it, even if he wasn’t consciously trying.

Chan added a bit more lube to his fingers and then pushed another finger into Jisung. He watched it slowly, his dick straightening out more than it already was. Jisung was trying to watch Chan in the mirror so that he could focus on something other than how completely out of it he looked. However, at this angle, all he could really see was himself in the mirror. He glanced over his features, gently pressing his lips together, far too attentive of how he looked.

Chan grinned, just able to see enough of Jisung’s face from the mirror and from where he was sitting, to realize that Jisung was finally looking at himself. Chan pushed in a third finger as a reward, gently curling them into his walls. Jisung’s eyes shut for a moment, his brain too focused on the feeling of Chan’s fingers. After Chan had decided Jisung had kept his eyes closed for too long, he removed his fingers, tapping at his ass this time.

Jisung’s eyes flickered open, immediately focusing on himself as that is what was in front of him. Chan smiled, pressing four fingers into Jisung. Jisung’s mouth dropped slightly, a louder moan coming from his throat. He realizes at this point, that if he wanted Chan to continue, he needed to look at himself.

Chan, once again with his skills of being able to read Jisung so easily, knew that Jisung had realized what was going on. He removed his fingers from Jisung and gently bit at his ass, leaving teeth marks. Jisung groaned, his eyes blinking. He continued to stare at himself as Chan took a moment to grab lube and rub some against his cock.

Jisung was sweating now. His eyebrows were furrowed together and he quickly relaxed them as he glared at his facial features. He looked at the bruises that Chan had left when they were standing up earlier. They had grown darker and more prominent in the last while. His hair was still messy, tousled and all over his forehead. He brought a hand up to brush it out of the way, causing him to notice just how hot and red he had become.

As Jisung continued to stare at himself, Chan lubed up his cock and grabbed for Jisung’s ass, spreading him open. “Okay, pretty girl,” Chan murmured. Chan lifted himself so he was on his knees. He lined himself up with Jisung’s hole, and carefully pushed the head of his dick in.

Jisung’s eyes fell closed again, and it took Chan pulling out for Jisung to realize that he wasn’t allowed to do that. “Look at yourself, Ji.” Is all Chan said before slowly pushing back into him, letting more of his cock slide past Jisung’s hole. Jisung obeyed, opening his eyes, and forcing them to focus back in on himself. He was starting to think that maybe he did get what Chan saw in him, even if he was still a little uncomfortable with the fact he was staring at himself getting ruined.

When he could, Jisung snuck glances at Chan, watching his hips slowly push forward. At some point, without Jisung really realizing, he had pushed all the way in, his hips flush against Jisung’s cheeks. He quickly averted his eyes back to himself in the mirror, knowing that Chan was going to check on him now.

Chan gazed at Jisung in the mirror, watching him watch himself. It was really turning him on, to the point where he almost started rocking his hips right then and there, but he pushed through it. “You okay, baby?” Chan asked, his thumbs gently rubbing against Jisung’s hips.

“Mhmm, good, you feel good,” Jisung responded after he took a long minute to process Chan’s words.

“Perfect,” was the only warning that Jisung got before Chan pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into his. The movement made Jisung shriek gently with a strangled moan. Chan did it again, the same whiny yell falling from Jisung’s lips. Chan was making soft grunting noises of his own, but Jisung was not able to hear them over himself.

Jisung watched the mirror, not wanting Chan to stop, not wanting him to slow down in the slightest. He gripped at the bed sheets and he pressed his knees harder into the mattress trying to resist against the intense movements.

At this point, Jisung had entered his floating space where all he could do was feel. He managed to keep his eyes trained in the mirror but he wasn’t exactly looking at himself anymore, more looking through himself. Chan knew this of course, but he also knew that Jisung was never going to be able to focus on himself for the entire time, so he continued.

Jisung whined more, taking one of his hands and reaching under himself so that he could grab at his cock. Chan watched, Jisung’s whiny nature and desperation turning him on. He continued ramming into him, his movements now sporadic and not at all timed evenly. Neither of them cared now, though.

Jisung pulled at his own cock, aching for release. Chan grabbed at Jisung’s ass, small and quiet praises falling from his lips. “It’s okay, pretty girl, I’ve got you..” and “Come, baby, you’re so gorgeous.”

Jisung was met with ecstasy in the next moment, unleashing himself. His come shot forward, messing up the bed sheets and getting his hand wet. Chan could feel Jisung finishing, his body was writhing gently, his legs shaking and threatening to collapse. Chan grabbed at Jisung’s hips, keeping him steady. He kept his movements up, using Jisung completely and earnestly.

Chan came not long after, his fluid filling Jisung. Both men panted, Jisung’s heavier and more tired sounding. Chan let go of Jisung’s hips after he had stayed still to catch his breath for a moment. Jisung slumped down, his legs apart and shaking. Chan pulled away completely, trying to be gentle and not make Jisung too uncomfortable.

Chan laid down next to Jisung, spent. Jisung was able to turn onto his side, facing Chan. He looked at Chan for a second with droopy eyes before lifting his jaw to look into the mirror. He, too, was drained, tired and exhausted. He looked it too. Chan glanced at the mirror too, seeing himself and Jisung staring back. “You’re so pretty.” Chan said, once again, repeating the same compliment over and over, hoping that Jisung would eventually agree.

To Chan’s surprise, Jisung responded with, “Yeah, I think I get it.” He let his head fall back down and his knees curl up against his chest. Chan grinned and chuckled.

“That was such a good idea, you were so hot, baby,” Chan scooted forward, leaving a lingering kiss against Jisung’s forehead. “Did you like it?”

Jisung hummed, thinking about his answer for a long moment while Chan gently rubbed his fingernails against Jisung’s arm. “Yeah, I think so… it was overwhelming at first. I, uh, like when you call me pretty girl.” Jisung admitted, a softer blush appearing against his cheeks.

“Okay, pretty girl, that’s good to know,” Chan replied, pulling Jisung closer to him so that they could cuddle.

“Guess I should’ve told you about my secret sooner,” Jisung mused, looking at Chan with a small goofy smile.

“Here you go, baby.” Minho spoke gently towards Jisung as he set fresh hot chocolate on the coffee table.

Jisung observed Minho with a gentle smile. Minho was in red checkered pajama pants and a gray t-shirt. It was the most Christmas-y he would dress up, really, but Jisung didn’t mind. Jisung was in a pair of thin pajama pants with reindeer plastered all over it and a matching long-sleeved shirt with one big reindeer across the chest. Minho had bought them for Jisung and made him open them the night before, Christmas Eve.

“Thank you.” Jisung said, excitedly. He grabbed at the mug and immediately pulled back, the heat radiating off of the mug onto his hands. Minho laughed.

“It’s hot. Here.” Minho sat down next to Jisung and held out a candy cane. “Eat this while you wait.”

“Thanks, hyung.” Jisung grabbed for the candy cane and unwrapped it quickly. Minho pulled at Jisung so he was leaning against Minho’s chest. “Can we watch The Grinch?” Jisung looked up so that he was viewing Minho upside down. Minho chuckled and rubbed at Jisung’s sides.

“Whatever you want.” Minho grabbed for the remote and switched through different channels to find the movie. “Did you have a good Christmas, darling?” Minho asked as his eyes flickered toward Jisung.

Jisung nodded against Minho’s shoulder. “It was awesome!” Minho kissed Jisung’s cheek, causing Jisung to smile and squirm gently. “Hyung, watch the movie.” Jisung said with a giggle.

Minho obliged, turning his head away from Jisung and towards the T.V screen. Jisung watch the movie happily, his eyes flickering between the movie and the fire underneath it. They never really used the fireplace too much unless it was a special occasion and Jisung loved watching the flames when they actually did decide to use it.

Jisung happily worked at eating his candy cane, trying to focus on the movie. He could feel Minho’s eyes on him and he wasn’t exactly sure why he was staring so much. He ignored it for a while.

Eventually he couldn’t take it and he turned towards Minho. “Babe, why are you staring?” Minho didn’t answer. Instead, he blinked slowly at Jisung. Jisung smiled slightly, the saliva from around the candy cane making his lips wet and shiny. Minho watched for a second before tugging on Jisung’s side. “Minho?”

“Turn around? Please?” Minho whispered, his eyebrows narrowing slightly in thought. Jisung moved around like Minho asked, situating himself on his lap. Jisung was straddling him, his knees pressing into the cushion of the couch.

This was the moment that Jisung realized sort of what was going on. He shifted gently to get comfortable and he could feel Minho’s cock through his pajama pants. Minho squeezed at Jisung’s sides, his hands wandering slightly to Jisung’s ass. Jisung let it happen, a small grin appearing on his lips as the awareness of the situation became apparent. Minho’s eyes flew to different parts of Jisung’s body. He looked at his chest, arms, thighs, and finally his dick.

When Minho’s eyes flickered back up to Jisung’s, he spoke softly. “You’re so pretty, baby.” Jisung removed the candy cane from his mouth to speak better.

“Thank you.”

“No, no.” Minho reached for Jisung’s wrist, guiding him, so that the candy cane was back in his mouth. Jisung continued sucking on the candy cane for a moment, confused as to why Minho made him put it back in his mouth. Minho’s hands wandered more as Jisung let his thoughts drift. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s ass and squeezed firmly, making Jisung lose his train of thought.

Minho then reached for the hem of Jisung’s shirt and lifted it slightly so that Jisung’s abs were exposed, the warmness from the fireplace reaching his skin in an instant. Jisung took the hand that wasn’t holding the candy cane and gently placed it on Minho’s wrist to stop him from lifting his shirt more. Minho glanced back up.

“No?” Minho asked gently.

“Yes, but wait.” Jisung clarified. “Why did you lead the candy cane back to my mouth? Do you want me to be quiet?” Jisung shifted gently, still a bit confused. Minho shook his head and smirked gently, not elaborating. He let Jisung sit for a minute, pulling his shirt back down while Jisung put the puzzle pieces together in his head. “Oh my god.” And that’s when it clicked for Jisung. “You’re turned on by me eating it?”

Minho nodded and reached back for Jisung’s shirt, looking up before lifting it. Jisung sighed. “What about me eating this-“ Jisung gestured toward the candy cane, taking it out of his mouth again, “turns you on?” Minho laughed gently.

“Just eat it.” Minho commanded softly, guiding Jisung’s wrist again. “Can I please take this off now?” He tugged gently on the edge of the shirt.

“I suppose.” Jisung said with full sarcastic brattiness coating his voice.

“Oh, hush.” Minho scolded and finally lifted up Jisung’s shirt again. Jisung let the candy cane dangle from his lips as he shimmied out of his shirt fully, tossing it onto the floor. Minho’s eyes went from Jisung’s abs to his mouth and back to his abs. He was clearly struggling to figure out where to look.

Jisung breathed out a small laugh and gently tapped under Minho’s chin, so that Minho would focus on his eyes. It didn’t really work, as now Minho was just looking between Jisung’s eyes and mouth, but you know, close enough. Jisung realized that he could have some fun with this. He purposely began sucking on the candy cane more suggestively to get a reaction out of Minho. It was working and he knew it was because he could feel Minho more and more through their clothes.

He took the candy cane away from his mouth for a second, letting his spit linger on his lips. He licked all around while staring straight into Minho’s soul.

“Someone’s having fun.” Minho huffed gently.

“Yeah, you are apparently, considering you’re turned on by this.” Jisung grinned widely and continued to suck on the sweet candy.

“Just put it in your mouth and leave it there.” Minho commanded not so gently, making Jisung blush and listen, leaving the candy cane where it was. “Stand up and strip, sweetheart.” Jisung didn’t move for a second, instead, becoming even more bratty in an instant.

Instead of listening to Minho, Jisung instead, rolled his hips, causing their clothed cocks to rub against each other. Minho took a deep breath and squeezed at Jisung’s sides roughly, probably leaving small bruises on Jisung’s skin. Not that either of them cared.

“Jisung.” Minho said, his voice rough. “If you don’t listen, I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming, and I’ll go until you’re right on the edge and then stop.” Jisung’s eyes went slightly wide, his mouth opening ever so slightly, and the soft grip he had on the candy cane getting more firm.

“That is not very nice.” Jisung mumbled, pulling the candy cane out from his mouth with a frown Minho was able to tell was fake almost instantly.

“When am I ever nice?” Minho asked.

“Uhm…” Jisung rested his hands against Minho’s chest, being careful to not get the sticky candy on his shirt. “Right now…? When I ask to ride you and you say yes?” Jisung smiled his most innocent puppy dog smile, pretending to convince Minho to say yes, as if Minho would ever say no to him, especially on Christmas.

Minho hummed in amusement. “You gotta ask then, baby.” Jisung face fell back into a frown and he almost rolled his eyes, but stopped himself before he really was stopped from coming later.

“Minho, my favorite person ever, my beloved boyfriend who I love so much, can I ride you?” Jisung said, holding back another eye roll.

“Yes, you may.” Minho said with an overly happy smile. “Now do what I asked you in the first place and get up, take your pants off, and sit back down so I can prep you.”

Jisung did. He stood up, putting his candy cane back in his mouth so he had both his hands, and untied his pajama pants. He let them fall to the floor and shoved his boxers down with them. He kicked them away and turned around, Minho getting basically a full face of Jisung’s ass.

“Hyung? Do we even have lube down here?” Minho reached behind him to a small end table that sat next to the couch. He opened the drawer and grabbed out a small case of what Minho liked to call ‘emergency lube’ for when they ran out and didn’t realize. Said emergency lube was placed here as they rarely had sex in the living room because they preferred to be upstairs in bed or in the shower.

Minho held up the lube, giving Jisung a small butt tap so he would turn around. “Here, Jisung.” Jisung smiled and sat back down on Minho.

“Can you take your shirt off, hyung?” Jisung asked, sucking on the candy cane to be more convincing. Minho laughed and shook his head but gave in, pulling his t-shirt up and over his head, and throwing it gently onto Jisung’s discarded clothes.

Jisung moved happily, resting one of his hands on Minho’s chest. Minho gently brought his hand up to Jisung’s wrist and pulled the candy cane from his mouth. The sight made his dick twitch slightly, but he ignored it for now. Jisung watched Minho’s movements gently, but didn’t stop Minho from doing them.

Minho pulled Jisung in for the sweetest, peppermint kiss. Jisung hummed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. Surprisingly, Minho started off a lot gentler than he normally would. Must be the Christmas spirit in him.

Their lips moved against each other and eventually, Minho’s tongue became intertwined with Jisung’s. Minho’s hands wandered, gently grabbing onto Jisung’s ass. One hand of Jisung’s was kept in place, holding his candy cane, and the other was resting against the crook between Minho’s neck and shoulder.

Jisung pushed forward slightly, asking Minho to deepen the kiss more, which Minho did. They both pressed more against each other, the kiss becoming slightly more hungry and rough. Minho pulled away a bit to give them both a second to breathe, nibbling on Jisung’s lip. Jisung’s tummy rose and fell rapidly and he pulled away from the biting.

“Okay?” Minho asked gently, moving his hands to rest on Jisung’s lower back. Jisung nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good. Prep me?” Jisung asked with a small head tilt. Minho grabbed for the lube which he had discarded next to him at some point during the kiss. Jisung sat up slightly onto his knees so that he was hovering above Minho now.

“This is going to be messy.” Minho pointed out, flipping the tube cap open.

“Isn’t it always?”

“Well yes, but at least it’s easy to change bed sheets or clean the shower.” Minho squirted some of the lube onto his fingers, moving it around to warm it up a bit.

“I don’t care, do you?” Jisung shrugged.

“Not enough to stop.” Minho didn’t give much more warning than that before spreading Jisung with his non-lubed hand, and gently sticking one of his fingers into Jisung.

Jisung sighed gently, already loving the feeling of Minho moving in and out of him. Jisung went back to eating his candy cane, causing Minho to lose focus and turn his attention to Jisung’s mouth. “So pretty.” Minho praised, causing a hum to fall from Jisung’s lips.

Minho moved his finger in and out for a while, eventually adding another. Jisung’s moans were muffled by the candy cane that hung from his mouth. Minho was struggling to go slow and looked up to Jisung’s eyes with a small pleading look. “What..?” Jisung breathed out in between small gasps.

“Feel okay? I want you to ride me now.” Minho confessed, adding a third finger into Jisung, causing a bigger gasp to escape him.

“I’m good.. let’s… let’s do it.” Minho removed his fingers and then used both of his hands to shove down his pajama pants and boxers. Jisung was still hovering over him so he didn’t bother shoving them all the way off. Minho quickly lubed up his own dick, to make everything go a bit smoother. Minho grabbed Jisung’s ass again and helped guide him.

Jisung grabbed Minho’s cock, positioning himself above it. The two worked together for a second or two to make sure everything was lined up before Jisung, giving absolutely no warning, sunk down onto Minho. This caused Minho to suck in a big breath. “Fuck, Ji.” Minho grunted, causing Jisung’s dick to twitch.

Jisung leaned forward, enveloping Minho in another, more intense, kiss. Minho came back with the same energy, biting against Jisung’s mouth. Jisung lifted his hips and then dropped back down, making him whine into Minho’s mouth.

Minho pulled away from the kiss and used his hand to tilt Jisung’s head, allowing Minho to begin leaving small bruises along Jisung’s neck. Jisung continued his pace and Minho helped by lifting Jisung up and down as he moved.

Minho moved down Jisung, leaving bruises in his path. “You taste so good… feel so good, too.” Minho praised.

Jisung couldn’t really respond, but he appreciated the compliments anyways. Jisung was becoming worn out, so Minho was helping him more and more, lifting Jisung up, and slamming him back down. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s throat gently, pulling him forward and kissing him again. Jisung tried to kiss back, but it was sloppy.

“Change positions?” Minho asked, voice rough. Minho wanted to pound into Jisung, which was getting more difficult to do in their current position. All Jisung could do was nod.

Minho lifted Jisung off of him and pushed him back so that he was leaning on the opposite side of the couch. Minho was able to take off his pants and boxers fully now. After this, Minho crawled between Jisung’s legs, bending down and giving him a few quick kisses. Minho grabbed the candy cane that Jisung was still somehow holding onto, despite the sex, and set it down next to the forgotten hot chocolate. Minho grabbed Jisung’s leg and moved it so that it was resting against the back rest of the couch. Minho lined up again and pushed back into Jisung’s hole.

Jisung shook slightly. He was able to feel the pleasure not only in his ass, but in his cock, legs, and stomach. Minho grabbed at Jisung’s hips and lifted them up enough so that he was angled just right. Minho began a rigorous pace, and at this angle, he was hitting against Jisung’s prostate every time he shoved back into him.

“Min.. Minho-“ Jisung wailed in bliss. “Almost there.” Jisung managed to get out.

Minho didn’t slow down and he continued to ram into Jisung, Minho’s own ecstasy catching up to him. “Okay, baby.” Minho said, leaning down to smother Jisung in more kisses.

It wasn’t another minute before Jisung was crying out, small tears lining his eyes, and come leaking out from his cock. Eventually those tears spilled out of his eyes and began falling down his cheeks as Minho continued.

Minho was finally able to let go just a few minutes after Jisung, hot liquid rushing into Jisung. Jisung was able to catch his breath as Minho had slowed his movements. The two breathed heavy for a few seconds before Minho pulled out, sitting on his knees. He helped Jisung get back into a more comfortable position, moving his leg off of the backboard of the couch.

“Fuck, that was good, Jisung.” Minho huffed out, giving Jisung more kisses.

“All that because you gave me a candy cane.” Jisung groaned gently, pushing himself up a bit.

“It was good though?” Minho asked seriously.

“Chan… this is a bad idea, I’m kind of scared.” Felix spoke quietly as he leaned against a light pole on the street. When he had originally agreed to ride with Chan on his motorcycle, he didn’t think about, you know, actually doing it. The consequences were clear now, however. He was 100% afraid of falling off.

“You’ll be fine, Lix. I’m not going to let you get hurt. This is supposed to be fun, not traumatizing.” Chan tried to reassure. He would never actually make Felix do anything he didn’t want to, but it was always good to push Felix out of his comfort zone when necessary. Felix bit his lip, his eyes moving between Chan and the bike. “Here, at least put the helmet on? Maybe it’ll make you feel safer?” Chan waved Felix towards him.

As Felix stepped closer, his breath picked up slightly. Chan picked up the helmet, which was resting on the seat of the bike. He brought it up and gently shoved it onto Felix’s head. The helmet covered his entire face except for his eyes. Chan looked into Felix’s brown eyes, a small smile forming on his face. He watched as Felix moved the helmet to sit comfortably on his head. “Look up, love.” Felix did. Chan grabbed the strap and fastened it tightly so that it wouldn’t fall off. “Does it feel okay?”

Felix nodded gently. “It’s okay, I think… What if it falls off?” Chan laughed gently shaking his head.

“It’s not going to fall off, Lix.” Chan gently shook Felix’s head back and forth, his hands on either side of the helmet, proving that it would be very unlikely for it to fall off. “I promise you’ll be fine, baby.” Felix nodded, reluctant.

Felix gently stepped back so that Chan had space to put on his own helmet. Once it was on, he smiled toward Felix. Felix wasn’t able to see his smile, but he could see the way that Chan’s eyes wrinkled gently, and the way his cheeks moved up.

Felix always thought that Chan was handsome, even before they really got to know each other. He remembered back to when they first met. How beautiful Chan was then, and how beautiful he still was. When they had first locked eyes with one another, Felix knew that he was the one, as cringy and cliche as that sounds.

Felix blinked out of his memory, continuing to look towards Chan. “Okay… I guess I’m ready.” Felix mumbled, bringing his hand up to rub at his arm. Chan noticed the small act of nervousness and stepped forward to take both of Felix’s hands in his.

“I promise you’ll be fine and that this will be fun.” Chan reassured again, gently bumping his helmet covered forehead against Felix’s. “If you hate it, we can stop and walk back to the apartment.”

“Yeah.. okay, okay… I’m good.. I’m perfectly fine.” Felix said to himself, very obviously working up the courage to ride the bike. “Chan, I feel like I need like, knee pads and elbow pads. You know, like when you’re riding a normal bike?” Felix rambled a bit.

“Love..” Chan laughed. “You will be fine, come here.” Chan hiked his leg over the motorcycle, sitting comfortably.

“How do I get on?” Felix asked, staring at Chan. Chan laughed at him again.

“Just swing your leg over, baby.” Chan held out his hand, pulling Felix closer. “You’ll be fine.” Chan reassured once again. Felix finally got onto the bike, sitting behind Chan.

“Okay…” Felix whispered to himself.

“So, you can hold me around the waist.” Chan grabbed Felix’s hands and helped him loop them around his hips. Felix rested his hands on Chan’s stomach. “Good.” Chan held Felix’s hands for a moment longer, just to feel the warmth from them and to comfort Felix more. “We’ll start slow.” Chan repeats. Felix didn’t respond. “Lix.” Chan felt Felix rest his helmet covered head against his shoulder, squeezing tighter.

“I’m okay… just nervous.” Chan smiled to himself under his helmet.

“Ready then?” Chan asked, moving his hands from Felix’s to the handlebars.

“Not really.” Felix said, very unenthusiastically. Chan laughed and finally turned the bike on, the soft sound of the engine coming to life. Chan moved his hands back on the handlebars causing the engine to rev. He could feel Felix’s hands tightening in preparation for the bike to actually move.

Chan did start slow, just like he promised. He drove forward slowly, letting Felix get a feel for how it moved. “Okay?” Chan asked as he drove down the road. It was getting dark out at this point, the sun setting to their West. Chan was hoping to be able to see the stars soon.

“Uhm.. fine, I’m okay.” Felix shouted slightly so that Chan could hear over the noise of the bike. “We can go faster I think.” Felix held onto Chan tighter in preparation.

Chan drove a bit quicker. “Okay love, we’re going to go around this corner, lean with the bike.” Chan commanded.

The turn went smoothly, both of them leaning as the bike leaned. Chan continued to drive and Felix seemed to get more and more relaxed the farther they drove. Chan didn’t really have a destination in mind, he just continued to drive aimlessly through the city streets. There weren’t many people out since it was so late. A few people here and there, but not like it was during the day. Chan was sure to find a spot that he knew wouldn’t have many people, knowing that Felix would be able to face his fears better without strangers watching him.

Felix began to relax even more, his death grip on Chan’s waist becoming soft and gentle. “Feeling better?” Chan asked as gently as he could, shouting over the wind since they had picked up speed. Chan could feel Felix nod his head behind him. Chan brought his hand down to squeeze at Felix’s quickly before bringing it back up to the handlebars.

“Babe? Can we go to our spot?” Felix asked.

“‘Course, love.” Chan responded, taking a right.

Felix and Chan’s spot was a secluded area of a public park. There was a spot in this park along a dirt trail, where the two liked to hang out when they needed to get out of the house but didn’t really feel like seeing any people. Felix often went alone when he had anxiety and just needed to be alone. Chan hoped that he wasn’t feeling too anxious right now.

Chan drove down the reddish dirt road, the edges where the bike hit coming up as dust. He pulled over, completely turning off the bike. Felix slid off the seat quickly and stood idly waiting for Chan. Chan followed in suite and unfastened his helmet taking it off. He set it on one of the handlebars, hoping it didn’t fall off. (subtle foreshadowing :3) Felix took off his own helmet, handing it over to Chan who rested it on the seat of the bike.

“You okay, Lix?” Chan asked, stepping forward and grabbing his hands. Felix nodded.

“Yeah, I was okay after a few minutes. I just wanted to look at the stars with you.” Felix blushed, looking down and realizing how cringe he probably sounded. Chan didn’t care though, Felix would always be perfect regardless of his cliche wants. Chan grabbed at Felix’s chin gently, pulling Felix’s eyes to look at his.

“I’d love to look at the stars with you.” Chan murmured, moving wisps of hair away from Felix’s face. “I look at them everyday when I look at you, though.” Chan said, matching Felix’s cringe (but cute) energy. Felix’s blush grew deeper, his freckles becoming more prominent as his face grew to a darker pink. His ears turned a similar shade.

“You know, I used to hate my freckles before I met you.” Felix admitted, gently frowning at the memory of his childhood. “You make me like them, I think.” Chan smiled to himself and moved his thumb to gently swipe across Felix’s lips.

“You’re not allowed to frown.” Chan said, gently pushing up on the right hand corner of Felix’s mouth. “Smile.” Chan gently persuaded. Felix did smile, a soft sort of grin. He stuck his tongue out and licked at Chan’s fingers just to mess with him. Chan laughed. “You little-“ Felix pulled away giggling.

“C’mon, star gazing time?” Felix asked, giving Chan his sweetest puppy dog eyes. Felix walked around Chan to lay in the grass. Chan laughed to himself and followed behind Felix, sitting down next to him.

The stars in the sky were visible now, Chan’s hope from earlier coming true. The two looked up together. They watched for a long while, not making any sound. Eventually, Felix broke the silence. “Thank you for convincing me to ride with you.” Felix turned to face Chan. “It wasn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be.” Chan’s cheeks lifted in a grin.

“I’m happy to hear that, love. I told you it was going to be fun.” Chan teased gently which resulted in Felix giving him a gentle push.

“Hey, you don’t have to be a dick about it.” Felix said with pretend annoyance. Felix pushed at Chan again making him laugh.

“I thought my dick was your favorite part about me?”

“Okay, fuck you.” Felix rolled his eyes lying back onto the grass. Chan continued sitting.

“I’m down.” Those two words from Chan made Felix blush about as much as he had when Chan complimented his freckles.

“We’re in a public park.” Felix pointed out.

“And it’s almost ten and there’s nobody here.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” At Chan’s words, Felix sat up, analyzing Chan’s face. He was trying to figure out if Chan was actually joking or not and by the looks of it, he definitely wasn’t. Felix was going to be ruined.

“Okay, well, we don’t even have lube, so how is that supposed to work?”

“There’s some in the saddle bag.”

“Christopher.”

“Yes?” Chan’s lips formed into a smirk at the use of his English name. Felix covered his face with his hands.

“Why the fuck do you have lube in your motorcycle?” Felix slid his hands down his face, looking up towards Chan.

“For emergencies…?” Felix laughed, wholeheartedly. “So is that a yes to being fucked?”

“I actually take everything I’ve ever said about you back. I hate you.” Felix said, fully prepared for Chan to get his way.

“So a yes?” Chan asked again.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You better not say I never do anything nice for-“ Felix’s sentence got caught in his throat as Chan practically divided for him, enveloping him in a rough kiss. Felix kissed back easily, waves a pleasure already coursing through his body. Chan was already becoming hard at the thought of Felix taking him in a public space. Risky… Kinky…

Felix pulled away to breathe, his stomach rising and falling quickly. “You couldn’t have at least let me finish my sentence?” Felix didn’t get a response and instead was met with Chan getting up and grabbing his hands to pull Felix up with him. “You have no patience.” Felix scoffed.

Chan didn’t really care at this point and dragged Felix back over to the bike. He haphazardly shoved Felix’s helmet off of the seat of the motorcycle and pulled Felix close to him. “Hi, love.” Chan wrapped his hands around Felix’s waist.

“Hi.” Felix spoke gently, his fake annoyance gone and replaced with lust. Chan pulled him in for another kiss and didn’t pull away as he grabbed under Felix’s thighs and helped him to sit on the bike. Felix moaned into the kiss, sending gentle vibrations through Chan. When the two finally pulled away from each other, both of them were panting and trying to catch their breaths.

Chan moved to kiss at Felix’s neck. He didn’t leave bruises, as Felix never liked them where they were annoying to cover up. He moved down, kissing along Felix’s clothed chest. Chan thought it would be risky to completely take off Felix’s clothes, they were still in public after all.

Chan eventually fell to his knees, looking up at Felix with eyes full of desire. “You’re so pretty, baby.” Chan spoke, causing Felix to squirm slightly. Chan grabbed for the button on Felix’s jeans. “This okay?” Felix originally just nodded, his breath still taken away, but Chan waited.

“Yes.. yes, so okay.” Felix huffed out in between shaky breaths. Chan unbuttoned Felix’s pants, not wasting any time at all before pulling down his boxers and grabbing for Felix’s dick. He grasped it gently, pumping it a few times and staring up towards Felix. Felix stared back, his eyes glossing over with serotonin.

Chan smiled to himself before opening his mouth and licking at the head of Felix’s cock. Felix shook ever so slightly, clearly trying to remain still. He was still panting gently. Felix moved to rest his hand in Chan’s hair. Chan continued his current movements for a few moments longer before moving his head farther down and bobbing gently. Felix moaned, precome falling into Chan’s mouth. He grasped onto Chan’s hair with slightly more force without realizing. Chan didn’t mind. In fact, he liked it.

Chan popped off for a second to breathe, pumping him while he took a short break. “You taste so good, Lix.” Chan praised gently, causing Felix to squirm again.

“You feel good.” Felix said through small pants.

“Yeah?” Chan asked. Chan continued to suck Felix off, not letting him respond to Chan’s question. Chan was met with more moans from Felix which were now mixed with slight whimpers. Chan knew he’d have to stop in a second before Felix came too early, but he continued until Felix was on the verge.

“Babe, fuck… I’m gonna come.” Felix puffed. At that, Chan slid away again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to get the precome off his lips. Felix whined loudly at the loss of contact. “Chan…”

“Sorry, baby, you can’t come yet.” Chan stood up, dusting off his jeans. He grabbed into Felix and gently helped him to stand up. Felix was definitely wobbly. “Lean over the bike, love.” Felix didn’t move for a second, his brain jumbled a bit too much. Eventually though, with Chan’s help, he turned around and leaned over the bike, his stomach resting on the comfortable seat.

Chan tugged Felix’s jeans and boxers the rest of the way down. “You okay, baby?” Chan asked. Felix nodded.

“Yeah.. yeah, good. I’m good.” Chan laughed at Felix’s response, clearly amused by Felix’s ruined state. They hadn’t even gotten to the actual fucking yet and Felix was already losing his mind.

Chan finally dug through the saddlebag finding the small bottle of lube that he had placed in there that morning. (He was kind of hoping they’d fuck on the bike at some point, but he didn’t think it would be the first time Felix rode. Not that he was complaining or anything.) He opened the tube and squirted some of it onto his fingers, moving it around to warm it up slightly.

Chan leaned down and left soft kisses on Felix’s shoulders through his shirt. “Gonna prep you now.” He warned and then inserted his first finger into Felix. Soft mumbles fell from Felix’s lips. Chan couldn’t exactly decipher what he was saying, but it was clear enough that Felix was definitely feeling good. “Love the sounds you make, Felix. So pretty.”

Chan continued prepping him, adding another finger, and watched as Felix wriggled with pleasure. Chan looked down at Felix’s face, the soft wind blowing his bleached hair back. Felix’s face was scrunched up in satisfaction, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Chan inserted a third finger, noticing how Felix’s eyelids twitched gently. As much as Chan loved the feeling of fucking Felix, he loved watching his reactions to his movements even more. Felix reacted to every tiny little maneuver and gesture whether he realized it or not. Chan would never bring it up out of fear that Felix would try to stop doing those little reactions.

“Chan, please…” Oh, Felix was at the point of begging, Chan didn’t realize. “I’m… I’m ready, Chan… Chan.” He murmured more pleas that Chan couldn’t understand. Chan finally removed his fingers.

“I’m going, love.” Chan reassured. He quickly unbuttoned his own pants, letting his cock spring free. He took the lube that he had discarded to the ground at some point and lubed his dick up. It took him all of thirty seconds before he was lining up to fulfill Felix’s request.

Chan began slow, like he always did, so conscious of Felix’s wellbeing. He slid in gently, continuing to look at Felix’s reactions. God, they turned him on so much, it was insane. Felix’s eyes were rolled back, and his eyelids were still scrunched. He had let go of his lip at some point, his mouth hung open. Loud whines escaped him, causing Chan to pick up the pace slightly.

Chan slid out and slid back in, in one quick motion, causing the bike and Felix to shake. Chan didn’t think about the bikes stability when he put lube into the saddlebag. He hoped that it wouldn’t fall over. He also was definitely not stopping at this point though. The bike seemed fine.

Chan slammed into Felix again, grunts leaving his mouth. They weren’t as loud as Felix’s moans and whines, but they were still there nonetheless. These small noises from Chan were making it very hard for Felix to hold back. He wanted to express that he was already close again, but he couldn’t really form words.

Felix mumbled in between pants, incoherent little noises that Chan couldn’t understand. “Felix, baby, I don’t know what you’re saying… fuck.” Chan slowed his movements, hoping to be able to hear Felix.

“No-“ Felix whimpered. “Don’t stop… gonna come.” Felix tried to explain, hoping that Chan would get the hint.

He did.

Chan picked up the pace, slamming into Felix over and over and over again. The bike was shaking and Chan’s helmet fell to the soft ground with a small thud. Neither man realized this though, too focused on the feelings flowing through their bodies.

Chan grabbed at Felix’s ass, just to feel it to be honest. Felix’s body was almost completely limp at this point, relying on the bike for full support. Chan kept going until eventually Felix was coming.

Felix whined loudly, his body freezing up as he was worked through his orgasm. Chan slowed, just a bit, but continued to fuck into Felix, chasing his own pleasure. Felix completely relaxed and continued to feel Chan in him.

It didn’t take very long before Chan was moaning and filling Felix up. He moved in and out of Felix as he completely worked through his orgasm too.

Afterwards, neither of them were able to really think straight. Chan pulled out, putting his cock back into his pants with a cringe. He, unfortunately, did not think about packing wipes or anything to clean up with. Good thing it was a short ride back to the apartment.

Chan breathed a couple deep breaths before he was finally able to talk. Felix was still leaned over the bike, resting quietly. “Love? You okay? That was so good.” Felix nodded slightly, finally moving to wipe his hair from his eyes.

“Mhmmm…” Felix hummed gently. “Help?” Felix breathed out. Chan chuckled slightly and pulled Felix up to sit on the bike normally. Chan kept his hands wrapped around his waist.

“You got come all over my bike.” Chan said, with a grin. Felix stared up, daggers in his eyes.

“This was your idea not mine.” Felix said, his faux annoyance back. “Now help me with my pants.”

Chan giggled and pulled Felix up onto shaky legs. He helped Felix pull his boxers and jeans back up, buttoned them for him. “You put lube in the saddlebag but not wipes?”

“Okay well, in my defense, I didn’t think the first time you rode would be the first time we fucked on my bike.”

“You were planning this???” Felix sat back down on the bike. “Are you fucking serious.” Chan shrugged.

“You can’t be that angry.” Chan kissed Felix’s nose. “I know you liked that.”

“Fuck you.”

Hyunjin loved dancing. He was always able to do it whenever he was frustrated, whenever he felt like he had no control. Moving his body helped him focus on something other than his mind, and the thoughts that plagued it. He, unfortunately, danced a lot.

One evening, late into it, he came home back to his shared dorm with Jisung. He just simply wanted to lay down and stop thinking. He had tried dancing it off at the studio, trying to learn a dance for the next comeback, but dancing didn’t work like it normally did. He felt like shit, frankly.

When he opened the dorm front door, he was immediately met with Jisung, who was lying down on the couch. He, honestly, didn’t feel like having a conversation right now, as he was tired and annoyed, but he knew it was inevitable. To combat this, he tried to take longer than he usually would taking his shoes and jacket off. He untied his shoes slowly, trying to loosen the laces so that it would take zero effort to slide them off. He didn’t dare take a glance at Jisung as he did this.

After he slipped one shoe off, he started on the other. Taking painstakingly longer than the first, just to delay the inevitable. Once he had both shoes off, he took a moment to place them down and then pretended to tidy up all the other shoes, changing their orders and making sure they were all lined up. When he thought about it, he probably looked insane, but he really didn’t want to have to try to explain to Jisung how he was feeling. That was his worse nightmare actually, even if he was aware of the fact that Jisung would be the nicest person ever about it.

Once the nonexistent tidying of the shoes was done, he stood up and shrugged his jacket off. He couldn’t come up with a way to delay this portion of getting unready, so he didn’t even bother trying. When he finally looked up, after being home for over ten minutes, he saw Jisung staring at him. Hyunjin’s eyes immediately dropped to the floor.

“Hyunjin.” Jisung spoke matter of factly. Hyunjin didn’t answer, but his eyes did flicker back up to Jisung, who was still staring into his fucking soul. God, why is he like this, Hyunjin thought. “Hyunjin, what’s wrong?”

Hyunjin internally groaned. “Nothing…” His eyes once again flickered back to the floor.

“Okay.” Jisung agreed. What…? He agreed? That was it? Hyunjin looked back up to find Jisung looking back at the T.V screen. He was playing some video game. A first person shooter of sorts, Hyunjin didn’t really know.

“That’s it?” Hyunjin asked. Jisung looked back towards him. “Normally you keep asking.”

“It sounds like you want me to keep asking?” Jisung sounded confused. Hyunjin, who at this point, was still standing by the front door, took a couple of steps towards him. “I stopped asking because I’m tired and honestly don’t feel like dealing with you right now.” Hyunjin looked at him, completely dumbfounded. Jisung doesn’t speak like this unless something is really bothering him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hyunjin asked.

“Just told you, I’m tired.” Jisung retorted.

“No, but like, there’s more than that.”

“You just spent ten minutes at the front door and you’re worried about me?” Jisung’s eyes flicked across Hyunjin’s face. Hyunjin frowned slightly.

“I just had a shit day.” Hyunjin said quietly, as he fully walked closer, being able to see Jisung fully from this angle. This, Hyunjin realized quickly, was the worst thing he could’ve done in this situation.

When he glanced down at how Jisung was lying on the couch, he kind of stopped thinking. Not on purpose, definitely not on purpose. He wanted to help Jisung feel better by figuring out what was wrong, not by… fucking him. But when he stared down at him, all he could think about was taking every piece of clothing off his body.

Hyunjin’s eyes scattered as he looked across Jisung’s body. Jisung was wearing all gray. His hoodie was a gray cropped top, that exposed his stomach. Hyunjin could see the curves of Jisung’s tiny waist and his toned stomach. He could see the way, that at this angle, Jisung’s ribs poked out slightly. He could see the gray sweatpants he wore and how they gently hugged his hips. The strings hidden. He could see the Xbox controller that Jisung had absentmindedly placed right on his dick when him and Hyunjin had began speaking. He watched as Jisung brought his hands down to gently fidget with the controller.

When Hyunjin’s eyes finally blinked back up to Jisung’s face, Jisung was staring back, small spots of blush forming across his cute, round, cheeks, as well as parts of his neck. “Hyunjin.” Jisung spoke his name again. Hyunjin tried to blink away his thoughts.

“Yeah…?”

“You’re staring.” Hyunjin’s eyes flickered down, trying to avoid eye contact, but they accidentally flickered back down to Jisung’s body. He choked slightly on nothing but air and made the quick decision to turn around and lean against the arm of the couch, his back turned to Jisung. “Hyunjin.” Jisung spoke again.

“Stop saying my name like that.” Hyunjin whined.

“Like what?”

“Like that” Hyunjin whined again. Jisung laughed. “Stop laughing at me.”

“We were have such a serious conversation.”

“It’s not my fault you’re wearing that.” Hyunjin gently brought his hands up to his eyes, covering them. He turned around. “I can’t have a serious conversation with you about how you and I are feeling, if you’re wearing that.” Hyunjin couldn’t see, but he could hear Jisung move slightly.

“Hyunjin.” Jisung said again, causing Hyunjin to twitch in his sweats.

“Stoppp.” He whined, uncovering his eyes. Another mistake.

Jisung was sitting up a bit more now, leaning against the other end of the couch. He looked up with faux innocence at Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s eyes wandered down back to where the controller sat. Jisung mumbled something to him. Hyunjin was much too in his own mind to hear a word of what was said. He looked back up to Jisung’s eyes.

“Hyunjin.” Hyunjin decided he was going to kill Jisung. “Hyunjin…?”

“Stop.” Hyunjin groaned. Jisung laughed. “I had a shit day at the studio.”

“I think I can see why.” Jisung teased. Hyunjin groaned, frustrated, and rolled his eyes.

“Please stop talking.”

“Shut me up.”

“Jisung.” Hyunjin said with gritted teeth. Jisung smirked at him and gently held out his hands, extending them to Hyunjin. Hyunjin stared.

“C’mere, you know it will make both of us feel better.” Jisung said. Hyunjin thought for a moment. It probably would make him feel better, since dancing didn’t help. He wanted to make Jisung feel good too. He took a step around the couch, hovering directly over Jisung.

“You sure?” Hyunjin spoke quietly, unsure himself.

“Yeah, baby.” With that, Hyunjin removed the controller from Jisung’s crotch, setting it down onto the coffee table. At the sight of Jisung’s semi-erection, Hyunjin began blushing himself. He climbed onto Jisung’s lap, straddling his thighs. Hyunjin already felt better just from the small touch. “Sorry for being a dick.” Jisung spoke.

“It’s okay, sorry for trying to avoid you.” Hyunjin brought his hands up to rest on Jisung’s shoulders.

“Why did you do that anyway…?” Jisung asked, staring up to Hyunjin.

“Didn’t want to talk.”

“Wanted to fuck?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Not originally, no. You and your outfit had other plans apparently.” Hyunjin looked down a bit, blushing more.

“Sorry for turning you on?” Jisung joked. Hyunjin shook his head, laughing.

“You’re the worst.” Hyunjin didn’t give Jisung time to shoot back an insult before leaning forward, resting his head against Jisung’s. He tilted his head, kissing Jisung’s plush lips.

Jisung’s lips felt like walking on clouds. Kissing him, Hyunjin realized, is what he truly needed to make himself feel better. He hoped Jisung felt the same.

Hyunjin moved his lips easily against Jisung’s. Their lips slid against each like puzzle pieces. Perfect in Hyunjin’s eyes. Hyunjin breathed out a sigh of relief when Jisung pressed forward, trying to kiss him deeper. Hyunjin felt small hands push up against his sides, squeezing gently. Hyunjin, realizing that he too had hands, moved them down Jisung’s shoulders.

Breaking apart the kiss, Hyunjin leaned back a bit. When he looked down to Jisung, he was staring back up at Hyunjin. His lips were red and swollen, even though they hadn’t been kissing for very long. Jisung was always sensitive, to whatever it was they were doing. It made Hyunjin’s job of pleasuring him extremely easy.

Once, when Hyunjin had asked him why it was so easy for him to finish, Jisung had answered that Hyunjin was simply too pretty to help it. Hyunjin thought about those words of Jisung’s often, and he was thinking about them now.

Hyunjin moved his hands down to the hem of Jisung’s cropped top and pushed it up. Jisung got the hint and raised him arms so that Hyunjin could slide it all the way off. Hyunjin took his pointer finger and traced gentle lines all along his chest and stomach. “You’re insane.” Hyunjin mumbled.

“If you keep talking like that I’m going to come before you even get my pants off.” Jisung said, only half-joking. Hyunjin shook his head disapprovingly.

“Not yet…” Hyunjin murmured. Jisung cursed under his breath. “Gotta last.” Hyunjin tore is own shirt off of himself, discarding it on top of Jisung’s. This act left a Jisung speechless. Hyunjin didn’t give him time to stare for too long before pulling him in to another kiss.

He would never tire of Jisung’s lips, Hyunjin thought as he gently pushed his tongue past Jisung’s lips. He licked inside Jisung’s mouth, almost hungrily. Yeah, this is definitely what he needed. He pushed on Jisung’s shoulders to guide him backwards so that he was fully leaning against the arm of the couch. Hyunjin finally broke the kiss, admiring Jisung’s reddened lips again.

“Hyunjin…” Hyunjin’s eyes wandered up to Jisung’s. “There isn’t any lube out here.” Jisung said. Hyunjin sighed.

“Guess we’ll just have to do without.” Hyunjin smirked at Jisung. This made Jisung’s eyes widen. Hyunjin tilted his head back, laughing gently. “I’m kidding, baby.” Hyunjin slid off of Jisung’s lap, accidentally stepping atop their shirts. “Bedroom?”

Jisung nodded quickly and frantically got up to follow as Hyunjin walked away towards their room. Jisung was practically running after Hyunjin, clearly excited at the thought of being fucked.

When Hyunjin reached the bedroom door, he opened it quickly, walking inside. He waited for Jisung to run in behind him and raked his eyes over Jisung’s body again. The things that Jisung did to him without even trying… Hyunjin bit at his lip gently.

“You’re staring again.” Jisung laughed.

“And? What are you going to do about it?” Hyunjin asked. This made Jisung blush and shake his head.

“Nothing.” He said quietly. Hyunjin reached out a hand, grabbing Jisung’s and pulling him closer to him. He kissed him again. Jisung went slightly limp in Hyunjin’s hold. Hyunjin smiled into the kiss and turned them around so that the back of Jisung’s knees hit the bed. Hyunjin broke the kiss and pushed him backwards. Jisung made a small “oof” noise and giggled up towards Hyunjin.

When Hyunjin climbed back atop Jisung, hovering over him, Jisung took his hands up to touch Hyunjin’s chest, stomach, arms and neck. Hyunjin let Jisung’s hands roam and pulled him into another small kiss. This kiss was short lived and Hyunjin broke it so that he could move down to kiss Jisung’s neck. This was one of Hyunjin’s favorite parts about sex with Jisung. Leaving bruises all along his neck and chest. It made him hard just thinking about it.

Jisung let out very quiet moans that made Hyunjin smile against Jisung’s skin. When Hyunjin had left a few hickeys all along Jisung, he moved to sit up, straddling Jisung.

“Is this making you feel better?” Jisung asked, serious. Hyunjin nodded and rolled his hips gently, directly on Jisung’s crotch, making Jisung moan. “If you wanted me to shut up, you could’ve just said that.” Jisung whined.

“You told me to shut you up earlier, this is what you deserve.” Jisung rolled his eyes. “Watch it, sweetheart.” Hyunjin warned. Jisung shut up, going back to being quiet.

This was Hyunjin’s cue to slide down, (he purposely slid harder over Jisung’s dick, just to hear him gasp) so that he could remove Jisung’s sweats. When he was far enough down to look at Jisung’s crotch, he realized just how hard Jisung already was. It made him internally laugh. It really was easy to turn Jisung on. The sweats were also not doing Jisung justice, as they left very little to the imagination. The outline of Jisung’s dick was extremely visible. He gently reached to untie the strings on his sweats. He slid Jisung’s pants down, Jisung helping him by lifting his hips slightly.

Once Jisung’s sweats hit the floor, Hyunjin teased him slightly by palming his dick through Jisung’s underwear. Jisung gasped and then whined.

“You always do this.” Jisung muttered under his breath.

Although Hyunjin heard every word of Jisung’s he still teased him. “What was that, baby?” Jisung didn’t respond. “C’mon, babe, use your words like I know you can.”

“I said, ‘you always do this.’” Jisung spoke.

“Always do what, honey…?”

“Always tease me.” Hyunjin laughed. “Will you just hurry up and fuck me, please?” Hyunjin shook his head letting out a small chuckle.

“So impatient, but you asked nicely so I suppose.” This made Jisung giddy, and Hyunjin was able to tell just by looking at him. Hyunjin slid off of the bed, standing up so that he could undo his jeans. “Take your boxers off, Jisung.” Jisung did not have to be told twice and Hyunjin watched as Jisung practically ripped his boxers down his legs. Jisung stayed sitting up to watch Hyunjin as his jeans dropped to the floor and he kicked them off. When Hyunjin looked up to see Jisung staring, he gave him a tiny smirk and pulled his boxers down as well, both of them now completely bare of clothing. Hyunjin glanced over Jisung quickly before speaking.

“Lay back down, baby.” Hyunjin gently commanded so that he could climb back on top of him. “So perfect.” Hyunjin praised. Hyunjin spent a few minutes admiring Jisung again. Mostly looking at his tummy and the bruises he had left along his neck and shoulders minutes prior. He really was beautiful, Hyunjin thought to himself. Hyunjin was always reminded just how lucky he was that Jisung was his.

Hyunjin eventually reached over and grabbed a small tube of lube from inside the bedside table drawer. Jisung watched not so patiently as Hyunjin worked to open the bottle and coat his fingers.

Hyunjin moved down between Jisung’s legs to begin prepping him. Jisung let out a small hiss at the feeling of the lube touching his skin. It was cold, Hyunjin assumed. “You okay?” Hyunjin asked. Jisung nodded and looked up as Hyunjin rubbed lube between his fingers to try and warm it up a bit.

“Yeah, keep going.” Hyunjin did, finally inserting his pointer finger into Jisung. The gasps that Jisung let out at the feeling of finally getting touched, sent waves right to Hyunjin’s dick. Jisung continued making soft noises as Hyunjin moved his finger in and out, stretching him as much as possible.

After working his way up to three fingers, continuously checking on Jisung the whole time, he asked if Jisung was ready. “Jisung, baby? You okay, ready for me?” Jisung was already a mess at this point, struggling to form words. It was clear that he just wanted Hyunjin to be in him, but he knew that he would have to vocalize that want for Hyunjin to go any farther.

“Yes, Hyunjin, please, oh my god.” Jisung managed to say between shaking breaths and small moans, since Hyunjin’s fingers hadn’t stopped moving. Hyunjin smirked at how out of breath Jisung sounded, once again grateful that Jisung was so easy to please. “I need you..” Jisung mumbled out trying to sound coherent but not really doing a very good job at it.

“Okay, sweetheart..” Hyunjin reassured, gently spreading Jisung in a way that would make it easier to enter him. Hyunjin grabbed ahold of Jisung’s waist with one hand and used the other to guide his dick towards Jisung’s hole. He teased him for a second, Jisung eliciting small moans, before slowly pushing into him. Jisung turned his head to the side, his eyes rolling back into his head. Hyunjin smirked to himself. “Fuck, Jisung. You feel so good…” Jisung tried to mumble a response, but it was entirely incoherent. “You okay?” Hyunjin teased.

“Fuck you…” Jisung whined.

“I think it’s the other way around, honey.” Hyunjin laughed and teased Jisung again by grabbing his dick and pumping it a couple of times. Jisung whined, taken over originally by the pleasure of simply being filled, and then overwhelmed by the few pumps from Hyunjin’s hand. He was going to lose it when Hyunjin began actually moving, which he did a second later.

Hyunjin pulled his hips away and pushed back into him, moving his other hand to hold onto Jisung’s hip, both hands on either side of Jisung now. Jisung screamed not so quietly, a mix of a moan and a whine. Hyunjin squeezed Jisung’s hips, leaving small fingerprints as he pulled away and smashed back into him again. At this point, Hyunjin was also started losing his mind a bit, but he was definitely more in his head than Jisung currently was. Jisung looked… rough.

His cheeks were pink and his eyes were watery, tears threatening to spill over any second. If Hyunjin didn’t know Jisung so well, he’d be concerned at the fact that Jisung was on the verge of tears, but he did know Jisung. Jisung often cried during sex. It wasn’t caused by anything bad, it’s actually quite the opposite. Jisung is very easily overwhelmed, and when he is, he cries. “It’s not a bad thing,” Hyunjin remembers Jisung explaining to him one night. “You just make me feel so good, I don’t know how to handle it.” Hyunjin remembers being slightly uncomfortable when he first learned about Jisung’s crying situation and it took a lot of reassurance from Jisung to convince Hyunjin that he liked crying during sex and that it meant Hyunjin was good at his job.

As Hyunjin continued pounding into Jisung, his pace quickening, he continued to look down at Jisung. “You’re so fucking hot, Jisung. So hot…” Hyunjin was pretty positive that Jisung was not listening, but he liked to praise him anyways. And in Hyunjin’s defense, Jisung was fucking hot. Jisung’s eyes finally let out the tears they had been holding and Hyunjin had to try very hard to not finish right then and there. Hyunjin moaned gently at the sight, remembering back to all the reassurance from Jisung about how good he was. It honestly made Hyunjin’s ego too high, but what can you do.

“Hyunjin…” Jisung moaned, so out of his mind that he couldn’t even finish his sentence. Hyunjin let out a small hum. “Fuck… I’m already close..” Jisung wiped at the tears along his cheeks, his arms visibly shaking not just from Hyunjin’s hips moving into his, but also from the pleasure Jisung was feeling throughout his whole body. He was definitely close and Hyunjin could tell.

“Just come… it’s okay.” Hyunjin moaned out, knowing that he was close too. Hyunjin would have liked to spend longer in Jisung, but the want of coming was too much. It was also just hard for Jisung to last in general with the whole “Hyunjin was simply too pretty to help it.” thing. This normally lead to multiple rounds of sex in short spans of time, but neither party in this situation would probably want a round two after this.

“Fuck.. I’m gonna…..” Jisung moaned, more tears spilling out of his eyes as Hyunjin all of the sudden picked up his pace more. He was hitting right up against his prostate and it was making Jisung go fucking insane. Hot breath left both Jisung and Hyunjin’s mouths, heat radiating from both of their bodies. Jisung wasn’t going to last, but neither was Hyunjin to be honest.

After just a couple more thrusts, Jisung was coming, his hot liquid spilling over his dick and stomach. Jisung was… just so fucking ethereal in Hyunjin’s eyes. Come dropped along Jisung’s dick and Hyunjin looked as it moved along his stomach. Watching Jisung come made Hyunjin shake with his own pleasure, filling Jisung up. Hyunjin continued moving into Jisung until his orgasm was fully over with. “Fuck, babe…”

“That felt so good, Hyunjin.” Jisung breathed out. Hyunjin fell silent, trying to catch his breath. (He couldn’t catch it.) Hyunjin gently moved to pull out and laid down next to Jisung, fully out of breath his second of waiting doing nothing. “Did that make you feel better?” Jisung asked sincerely.

“Yeah, fuck…” Hyunjin breathed out, his stomach rising and falling quickly with the feeling of ecstasy running through his body and mind. Hyunjin leaned over, resting his head against Jisung’s shoulder. “Way better than dancing.” Hyunjin murmured, leaving small kisses along Jisung’s shoulder. Jisung laughed gently and turned to face Hyunjin in the bed.

“I’m glad.” Jisung swiped Hyunjin’s hair from his face. “That was perfect.” Jisung kissed Hyunjin gently and pulled him towards him so that their chests were flush against each other. “You’re perfect, my prince.”

“Thank you.” Hyunjin mumbled, closing his eyes. “Love you.”