Naturally, this means you're taking care of it yourself more often than not, and you're not exactly quiet and careful about it either. The thing is that apartment walls are thin, and your toys are really loud, so pairing that with you having to share the flat with Jake… there's only so much you can do about it.

That's what you tell him over lunch the first, second and third time it happens. You're not really sorry about it, but you do apologize because it's nice to have good manners, especially with the one person you share a space with. By the sixth time, Jake starts to catch up.

"Really stressful week," you offer, coming out of the bathroom with your hands still wet from washing them, and a glow seeping through your skin a simple shit couldn't be the cause of.

Jake's hands twitch on the Switch controller, looking ridiculously bigger in comparison to the red plastic piece. His jaw clenches and his teeth grind, and for a moment he might even look annoyed, but the obvious tent in his gray sweats tells you otherwise. A very eye catching tent. "Figured as much."

"Getting sassy!" You skirt around the dining table on the side of the room, picking up a green apple from the fruit basket, then throw your entire body weight on the small couch, right next to poor horny Jakey.

"And you're getting louder." He glances at you from the corner of his eye, trying his best to keep his gaze steady on your face and not let it wander down to the outline of your nipples peeking through the thin shirt you're wearing—which is his, by the way. Where did you even get that?—or even worse, the skin of your thighs, bare because of the distracting lack of fabric on your panties. "I'd say you're faking it, but you get even louder when Hoon is over, so maybe you're just easy to please like that." He says it with a hint of bitterness in his voice, and the three empty beers on the wooded parquet tell you all there is to know.

Jake gets easy to annoy a few drinks down, add that to the list.

You stop mid apple bite for a second, then resume loudly chewing. Your gaze is fixed on him with that 'everything is amusing' aura around you he dreads and envies both.

"Wash your fruits first." Jake says, a grimace on his face, and you've lost count of how many times you've heard this from him in the six months you've lived together.

"Prove it." It's muffled by your chewing, but Jake hears you loud and clear.

Still, he looks at you like you've grown horns. "Huh?"

"I'm easy to please? Prove it. Do it for me. Let's see where you fall on scale from can't-give-head-Huening Kai to Sunghoon. My toys sit comfortably at a 7."

It's tempting him, you see it in the sparkle of his eyes and the nervous bobble of his throat. He's a starving lion and you're dangling fresh meat right in his face, but then he shakes his head and goes back to his senses, so maybe he's more like a dumb fish that can't see the bait in the first place.

"I'm good," Jake manages, and it comes out so strained, it sounds like it hurts.

Too bad, but life goes on.

You give a shoulder shake then get up from the couch, and as if Jake's life is not hard enough, his shirt just so happens to perfectly rest on your lower back, half of your ass hanging out for him to ogle at as you sway your hips on your way back to your room. "Hoon's on his way, wear headphones or something."

Of course.

You round the corner and disappear into the hallway, leaving Jake and his raging boner alone. He groans, deep and guttural, head thrown back onto the couch and a headache building between his eyebrows, one of his hands carelessly falling to squeeze his cock through the sweatpants. It's been six months of uninterrupted torture, with nothing to do about it without embarassing himself. He doesn't even know where he'd start with finally putting his hands on you. Honestly, he'd probably cum in his pants the second you flashed him a titty.

Then you peek your head again, knowing smirk and teasing tone, and Jake knows he's done for. "Or you can join us, and fight it out with him. He hates when I wear your clothes when he's over. I'm not gonna be on my period until next week, so do something about it because I know you want to."