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He's been smitten with Kim Junmyeon since the older boy had moved into the apartment next door nearly a year ago, and had only caught short glimpses of Junmyeon in the hallway, heard him humming along to girl groups through the paper thin walls, exchanged small pleasantries. They'd never had a conversation, though, beyond a simple "Hello, nice weather we're having, isn't it?" so he'd nearly dropped his bags of groceries when Junmyeon stopped him in the hallway and asked him if maybe, possibly, he'd want to go on a you know, date.

The restaurant is classy, but not so fancy that Jongin feels out of place when he guffaws loudly at Junmyeon's adorable, terrible jokes. Junmyeon is sitting across from him in a soft baby blue sweater with a gray plaid shirt beneath. They don't really match, but Jongin prefers it that way. Junmyeon's unfortunate sense of fashion is just one of the many things Jongin's observed about him over the past few months that made him want to get to know him.

They've done quite a bit of that tonight, getting to know each other. Jongin has learned that Junmyeon has a close relationship with his mother, meeting her for lunch twice every week and calling her after dinner every day. He's learned that Junmyeon's favorite girl group is Mamamoo and he's been to many Music Core tapings to see them. He's learned that Junmyeon's voice is soothing and makes Jongin feel as if he's been wrapped in a very warm and fluffy blanket, that his eyes disappear when he really laughs, that he's got a tiny little mole just above his mouth that Jongin very much would like to kiss. 

"You're staring again." Junmyeon says, and Jongin nearly jumps in his chair when he feels the toe of Junmyeon's shoe rubbing against his calf. He's not exactly smiling, more like smirking and Jongin thinks he sees a challenge in Junmyeon's eyes.

"Sorry." Jongin winces when his voice cracks. "I really like you, Jongin." Junmyeon leans forward in his chair, reaching across the table and closing his hand around Jongin's. His hands are soft and warm. Jongin's heart skips a beat.

"Me too." Junmyeon's thumb is rubbing circles over Jongin's palm and Jongin suddenly feels dizzy.

"I'm not ready for this night to end, how about you?" Jongin shakes his head. "No, definitely not."

Junmyeon flags down the waitress, insisting on footing the entire bill and suggesting a walk in the nearby park. He places his hand on the small of Jongin's back as they leave the restaurant and Jongin feels weightless. As they walk through the park, their hands brush and Jongin feels like a teenager again with the way it makes butterflies flutter in his stomach. He's trying to decide whether or not to just go for it when Junmyeon's palm slides over his own, linking their fingers together and squeezing. He looks up at Jongin and he's smiling so wide that Jongin can't help but grin himself. 

"I thought you were out of my league," Junmyeon confesses. "That's why it took me ten months to work up the courage to ask you out."

"Me?" Jongin finds it hard to believe that someone as handsome and wonderful as Junmyeon could think that of him. "Have you seen yourself?" Junmyeon laughs, bumping Jongin's arm with his shoulder. Jongin can feel his cheeks turning pink.

"While we're confessing," the butterflies in Jongin's stomach seem to be multiplying. "I've had the biggest crush on you since the day you moved in." "That makes two of us." Junmyeon says stopping in the middle of the gravel path and tugging Jongin toward him. They're standing nearly toe-to-toe and Junmyeon looks up at him, his eyes shining. He takes Jongin's other hand in his own. Jongin swallows thickly.

Jongin's heart is pounding when he leans down to press his lips to Junmyeon's, then skips a beat when Junmyeon presses forward, letting go of one of Jongin's hands to cup his cheek. When they pull apart a moment later, they smile at each other and Junmyeon honest-to-god giggles and Jongin is so happy with how this date has turned out.

"If you're not doing anything else tonight," Junmyeon says after giving Jongin another lingering kiss, "do you want to maybe come over and watch a movie with me tonight?"

The thought of spending more time with Junmyeon and the prospect of some innocent snuggles (or not so innocent, Jongin's not opposed) has Jongin grinning and nodding enthusiastically. "I'd love to."

"Good."

Jongin shifts his hips, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as Junmyeon circles a lubed finger around his rim. He lets his head fall back onto the plush pillows and lets out a soft sigh and Junmyeon’s lips press against his hip bone.

“You’re so hard already,” Junmyeon muses against the skin of his abdomen, peeking up at him with dark eyes. “I’ve barely even done anything yet.”

A harsh breath is all Jongin can manage as a reply because Junmyeon’s pushing a slick finger inside of him, dropping open-mouthed kisses across his stomach as he eases in to the second knuckle.

“More,” Jongin whines when Junmyeon stops, wiggling his hips and forcing a bit more of Junmyeon’s slender finger inside.

“I plan on taking it nice and slow,” Junmyeon grins up at Jongin before pressing a soft, single kiss to the underside of his cock. Jongin’s hips jerk and he lets out a frustrated whine. “Think of it as payback for the awful drinks you made me drink.”

Jongin manages a small huff of a laugh but then Junmyeon is wiggling his finger, twisting and crooking it as he pumps slowly and Jongin whimpers. His cock is hard, curving up toward his belly and he wants to reach down and close his fist around it, but he knows how much better it will be if he just lets Junmyeon go at his pace.

Junmyeon works magic with his fingers, pressing them against all the right places inside of him, until Jongin is moaning, fingers fisting in the sheets.

“Are you ready, Jongin?” Junmyeon asks, and Jongin is pleased to hear a slight tremor in his voice.

“Yeah,” Jongin breathlessly replies, whining when Junmyeon pulls his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty. He props himself up on his elbows, watching with anticipation as Junmyeon pulls a flesh-colored dildo from the briefcase next to the bed and rolls a condom over it. Safety first. It’s slightly longer than Junmyeon’s cock, and quite a bit thicker, and heat flares in Jongin’s belly at the thought of it filling him up.

Junmyeon squeezes a generous amount of lube over the head of the silicon dick, spreading it with his hand, and the sight pulls a whimper from Jongin’s throat. Junmyeon twists the base of the dildo and it begins to hum and Jongin bites his lip, anxious to know what it will feel like pressed against his prostate.

Junmyeon grins at him and presses the tip of the dildo against the base of Jongin’s cock and Jongin shouts, his abs tensing and back lifting off the bed at the sharp jolt of pleasure that runs up his dick. “Shit,” he gasps falling back against the pillows.

“I can’t believe you’ve never played with one of these before,” Junmyeon says, dragging the vibrator up the length of Jongin’s dick and back down. Jongin squeezes his eyes shut, his hands balling up at his sides and he lets out a low, long moan at the sensation. Junmyeon hovers over Jongin, mouthing at his neck and chest as he drags the dildo over Jongin’s dick and Jongin already feels ready to come undone. “Just imagine how good it’ll feel inside you,” Junmyeon whispers into his ear, and then he’s digging his teeth into Jongin’s neck, sliding the dildo between Jongin’s cheeks to press against his rim.

“Fuck,” Jongin breathes, pleasure buzzing through him. Junmyeon switches off the dildo and Jongin pouts at him for a moment, but then Junmyeon is pushing it in side of him and fuck that feels good.

It takes a few moments to ease all the way in, the size a bit larger than anything Jongin is used to, but once it bottoms out, Jongin can’t help but moan at how full he feels. “Do you like that?” Junmyeon’s breath is hot on his neck and Jongin nods, sighing when Junmyeon’s tongue presses against his pulse. “Tell me when I can move, Jongin.”

Jongin wiggles his hips experimentally and the head of the dildo presses against his prostate. “God,” he gasps, “it’s fucking huge.”

Junmyeon chuckles against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there. “It is.” Another kiss to his neck. “Is it too big?”

“Fuck no,” Jongin replies, gripping Junmyeon’s biceps and shifting his hips again, whimpering as the tip of the cock drags over his prostate.

“Ready?” Junmyeon asks.

Jongin nods.

Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure crashes through him, and he cries out, digging his nails into Junmyeon’s arms. The dildo is pressed firmly against his prostate, buzzing relentlessly and Jongin swears he’s never felt so good in his life. His thighs shake as he spreads them further and he lets out a choked sob, his dick twitching where it lies, hard against his stomach. He thinks he might come already and he tries to tell Junmyeon, but Junmyeon twists the base again and the buzzing intensifies. Jongin feels the urge to cry, or laugh, overwhelmed by the intensity, but instead he moans, uninhibited, his head digging into the pillows.

Then, just as suddenly, the buzzing stops. Jongin opens his eyes to see Junmyeon grinning devilishly at him. “I was so close, fuck.” Jongin whines and Junmyeon laughs.

“I know.”

“You’re an ass.”

“What’s that?” Junmyeon asks, licking up the shell of Jongin’s ear, slowly pulling the dildo out until it’s just the tip holding Jongin open. Jongin whimpers.

“Please,” Jongin begs and Junmyeon has mercy on him, thrusting the dildo back into him, fucking him open with it. Junmyeon shifts, settling between Jongin’s thighs, pressing kisses against his sensitive skin and Jongin shivers, sliding his fingers into Junmyeon’s hair.

Jongin’s breathing is ragged, his throat dry and voice hoarse. He can feel his orgasm building again, a dull pleasure simmering deep in his gut. “Harder,” he gasps, needing more friction, more pressure.

When Junmyeon switches the vibrator on again, Jongin’s hips lift off the bed, his back bowing, a loud moan ripped from his throat. Junmyeon presses it right against his prostate and Jongin squeezes around it, hips undulating in the air. He faintly registers Junmyeon whispering something, sliding his hand up Jongin’s torso to thumb at his nipple.

Just when Jongin thinks he can’t take any more, Junmyeon wraps his hand around Jongin’s cock and strokes. Jongin’s thighs shake and his stomach tightens. He thrusts weakly into Junmyeon’s fist, the movement dragging the dildo’s vibrating head against his prostate and he’s so close, so so close.

“That’s it, Jongin,” Junmyeon coaxes, and he sounds ragged, affected. “That’s it.” He repeats, tightening his grip on Jongin’s cock. “Come.”

The first spurt of white lands high on Jongin’s chest and he lets out a shuddering moan, his eyes squeezed shut and hands fisted in Junmyeon’s hair. Junmyeon keeps stroking him, upping the speed on the vibrator and Jongin sobs, shaking as he comes in thick ropes over Junmyeon’s hand. It’s not until Jongin is pushing at his hands, whimpering and shuddering from oversensitivity that Junmyeon relents, sliding the dildo out from between Jongin’s legs.

Jongin feels like jelly, unable to move, and he faintly registers Junmyeon wiping him clean with a warm damp cloth. He hums contentedly when Junmyeon climbs in bed next to him, nuzzling against his side. “How was it?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to Jongin’s neck. Jongin doesn’t think he can speak quite yet, so he just raises two thumbs in the air and Junmyeon laughs. “Just don’t go replacing me with one of those, my cock might not vibrate, but I have other ways to make up for it.”

“That you do.” Jongin says sleepily, his voice so hoarse he barely recognizes it. Junmyeon chuckles and snuggles closer and that’s when Jongin notices Junmyeon’s neglected cock pressed hard against his thigh. He turns to look at Junmyeon whose cheeks are stained a dark pink. “You didn’t get off.”

“It’s okay, Jongin,” he assures, but Jongin just pouts at him.

“Let me take care of you.” Jongin says, pushing Junmyeon onto his back and crawling over him.

“You make it hard to say no.” Junmyeon is grinning up at him and there’s a lightness, a softness in his eyes and it squeezes Jongin’s heart. Junmyeon reaches up to cup Jongin’s cheek and Jongin turns to press a kiss to his palm.

“Good morning,” Junmyeon says, brushing Jongin’s hair off his forehead, letting his fingertips trail over the younger boys cheek and down his neck. Jongin leans into the touch. 

 Morning,” Jongin rasps. “Boyfriend,” he adds after dropping a sticky kiss on Junmyeon’s neck. Junmyeon’s stomach swoops and his heart jumps at the use of the word and he hugs Jongin to his chest. 

“Boyfriend,” Junmyeon repeats, hardly able to believe it. He’s loved Jongin for what feels like a lifetime, never imagining that Jongin could have felt the same. He feels the urge to pinch himself. 

“I like the sound of that.” Jongin says against the skin of Junmyeon’s neck and his lips are so soft. Junmyeon shivers, then sighs as Jongin leaves a trail of kisses along his jawline. 

“I was terrified you know,” Junmyeon slides his hand up Jongin’s arm and under the sleeve of his t-shirt where his thumb rubs idly at Jongin’s smooth skin. “I was so scared that you’d reject me. And the way you just stood there after I told you…” He feels Jongin’s arm tighten around him. 

“I’m sorry. I was honestly shocked. I’ve liked you since the day I met you, Myeon. I’d always hoped you’d love me back but I never…” He rubs his nose behind Junmyeon’s ear and it feels so intimate that heat flares low in Junmyeon’s belly. “What took you so long?” He whispers, before closing his mouth around Junmyeon’s earlobe, pulling gently with his teeth. 

“I’m an idiot I guess,” Junmyeon answers, distracted by the wet heat of Jongin’s mouth on his skin. Jongin props himself up on one elbow and looks down at Junmyeon, running his hand down Junmyeon’s chest to rest on his waist. “You’re my idiot.” He smiles then, the kind that squeezes his eyes shut and scrunches his nose and Junmyeon is filled with the overwhelming need to kiss him. He does just that, and Jongin melts into him, so soft and warm and pliant. 

Slow, languid kisses become more urgent, Jongin’s fingers dipping under the hem of Junmyeon’s shirt and skating over his ribs; Junmyeon’s hands fisting in Jongin’s hair as their tongues curl together. Junmyeon breaks away reluctantly after a few minutes, panting. There’s nothing he would love more than spending the day wrapped up in Jongin, making up for lost time, but they have places to be, obligations to fulfill. 

Jongin pouts at him, going in for another kiss and Junmyeon indulges him for a moment, pulling away before things get too heated. “We have to get up,” Junmyeon says, patting Jongin’s cheek, but Jongin just hugs him tighter, nuzzling against his chest. 

“No,” Jongin whines. “I finally have you in my bed and I’m not letting you go.” Junmyeon chuckles and kisses the top of his boyfriend’s head. “We’re never leaving this bed.” 

“As wonderful as that sounds,” Junmyeon drags his hand down the length of Jongin’s back, “we really do have to get up. We have a busy day today.” 

“I know,” Jongin pouts, draping his leg over Junmyeon’s and kissing up the length of his neck. 

“It doesn’t look like you know,” Junmyeon laughs, prying himself away from the temptation of his boyfriend’s soft, plump lips. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and runs his hands over his face and through his hair. 

Jongin scoots closer and wraps his arms around Junmyeon’s waist, kissing his side, and Junmyeon sighs. “I’ll let you go in a minute, I promise.” 

Glancing at the clock, Junmyeon decides they can probably manage about 10 more minutes of cuddling before they’re officially running late. “10 minutes.” He says, doing his best to sound firm and then he’s climbing back into bed and wrapping his arms around Jongin, giving him a lingering kiss.