#bottom!hyunjin

“It’s fine,” he said after a second, reaching up to cup Chan’s cheek. “Really. You know that’s not the only thing we can do. You could always use that talented tongue of yours,” he said with a giggle, watching with delight as Chan’s face went red. Hyunjin was convinced that Chan could win a Nobel prize for his pussy eating skills alone. 

“Actually well…” Chan started, looking off to the side. He scratched the back of his neck. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try and I dunno, I feel like this is a pretty good opportunity. I can still eat you out but–can I fuck your thighs first?”

The arousal that stirred in Hyunjin’s stomach followed by a throbbing between his legs was almost instant. He squeezed his thighs together and judging by the way Chan’s mouth twisted into a smirk, he noticed the reaction. “You like the sound of that?” Hyunjin scrunched up his face and shoved at Chan’s chest. 

“And? You’re the one that brought it up. Get off me so I can get in position.” Chan cackled as he scooted down the bed and Hyunjin turned over. He knew his face had to be bright red from how it was burning. He got onto his hands and knees and squeezed his thighs together. From this position Chan would be able to see just how wet Hyunjin was from the foreplay they had done earlier and the sudden influx of arousal from just the idea of Chan fucking his thighs. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this sight. Can’t wait to taste you after this,” he said. He slipped a finger between Hyunjin’s folds and Hyunjin inhaled sharply at the contact. “You’re so wet for me, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin huffed to mask a moan. Chan’s dirty talk always frustrated him because he wanted him to just get to it but he also simultaneously loved it too much. “You’re no better,” Hyunjin said back. “I could feel you dripping against my leg.” 

“And? You’re so sexy and gorgeous, how could I not be dripping for you, baby?” 

Hyunjin wanted to cringe but Chan knew exactly how much words of praise affected him. “Can you–Chan, please,” he said, the pulsing in his cunt already becoming too much. Chan slid his fingers over Hyunjin’s clit and he hissed. Fuck, why did Chan have to be such a tease. “Hyung.” 

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Chan said amusedly. “Let me grab the lube.” He got off the bed to go search for their lube that they kept mostly for the times Chan wanted Hyunjin to fuck him with his strap. 

He returned quickly and climbed back onto the bed behind Hyunjin, much to his relief. The click! of Chan uncapping the bottle of lube echoed through the room and Hyunjin shivered. He spread a decent amount over his cock and his breath hitched and even though it was such a slight sound it went straight to Hyunjin’s cunt. His walls clenched around nothing and he wished Chan could actually fill him tonight and fuck him properly. But any touch from Chan would be good. 

“Your thighs are so fucking pretty. I’ve always loved them so much,” Chan muttered, reaching out to squeeze the supple flesh beneath Hyunjin’s ass. His skin burned under Chan’s touch and he held back a whimper. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, yeah?” 

Hyunjin did as he was told and scooted his knees closer together so that his inner thighs pushed together. “Yeah, that’s it,” Chan said. Hyunjin could almost hear the pleased smile in his voice. 

He practically held his breath as he waited for Chan to touch him. As Chan’s hands made their way around his waist–a place he used to be so insecure about because of his stupid dysphoria before Chan showed him how much he loved it–a shiver went up his spine and goosebumps rose across his skin. The tip of Chan’s cock tapped against the little crevice between Hyunjin’s thighs and he felt the wetness of precum and lube smear around his skin. 

Chan’s cock finally slipped between Hyunjin’s clenched thighs and his breath hitched. “Shit, your thighs are so soft. Fucking perfect,” he groaned. He squeezed Hyunjin’s hips and his core ached. And the aching only increased when Chan began moving his hips, thrusting between Hyunjin’s thighs with as much enthusiasm as he did when fucking Hyunjin regularly. Knowing he was pleasuring Chan made warmth spread from his head to his toes in tingly waves. 

His legs began to tremble as Chan snapped his hips forward, the wet squelch of his lubed cock sliding between his thighs the only sound apart from Chan’s heavy breathing and low moans. His shaft rubbed over Hyunjin’s clit with every thrust and even the slight pressure had him moaning. His thighs were so sensitive too, and were usually the first place Chan went during foreplay. Just a few kisses had Hyunjin so riled up that he was dripping, soaking through his boxers. Having Chan fucking his dick between them seemed to be no different. Hyunjin could feel himself getting wetter and knew he was probably glistening. 

“Fuck this is–shittt,” Chan swore, his words getting cut off when Hyunjin clenched his thighs. “Knew this–this would be good. ‘M gonna come soon. Then I promise–promise I’ll make you feel so good, Jinnie. Gonna make you come on my fingers and mouth. You’d like that, yeah?” 

“Ahhh, hyung,” Hyunjin whimpered. He bit his bottom lip and his stomach flipped. He loved when Chan got talkative during sex. Half the time he would shut him up with a kiss but that was only because it got him so horny he could barely take it. “C-could probably come from just this,” he said. He’d always been sensitive, but ever since getting on testosterone his libido had gone up substantially and he’d gotten even more sensitive. And the way the tip of Chan’s cock hit his swollen clit with every snap of his hips was bringing him close embarrassingly fast. 

“Yeah?” Chan asked rhetorically. His voice came out strained, breathless. Hyunjin could tell he was close. 

“C-come on, hyung,” Hyunjin stuttered. “Pain my thighs with your cum. M-mark me.” 

Chan’s hips stuttered and he moaned. The grip he had on Hyunjin’s waist made his head spin. “Fuck,” he exclaimed. 

Hyunjin’s cunt clenched and he flexed his thighs so Chan would have a tighter hole. “Co-come on me Channie, please.” 

“Shit.” Hyunjin’s insides turned molten as Chan moaned and slipped his cock out from between his thighs so he could spill his cum all over the back of Hyunjin’s thighs and ass. Hyunjin whimpered at the feeling of his release coating his skin, and then Chan was flipping him over onto his back. “H-hyung, the bed,” he gasped. Heat twisted in his stomach at the act of strength. Fuck, he loved when Chan mandhandled him.

“We can wash the sheets. I wanna see your face when I look up at you,” he said. He grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs and spread them apart and then dropped his head down. Hyunjin choked on a moan when Chan flattened his tongue over his folds and dragged it over his hole to his clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and Hyunjin’s legs jerked. 

“Nghhh, oh my gosh,” Hyunjin gasped. He tossed his head back into the sheets and writhed against the bed as Chan sucked on his clit and licked into his hole with vigor. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” Chan groaned, his words vibrating against Hyunjin’s sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue over his clit and his back arched off the bed. 

“O-ohh fu-uckk, Chan, Chan,” Hyunjin chanted. “I’m gonna–fuck–’m coming s-soon.” 

“Yeahh, come for me, wanna taste you.” Chan resumed his ministrations as soon as he was done talking, alternating between thrusting his tongue into Hyunjin’s hole and licking over his clit. Hyunjin’s abdomen tensed and he clenched desperately around Chan’s tongue whenever he licked into him. Pleasure zipped up his spine and he clenched his fists. 

“I-I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpered. His body went taut and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. He came so hard that clear liquid spilled out of him, coating Chan’s tongue. “Oh shit,” Hyunjin mumbled. Fuck, did he just squirt? 

Chan drank it up greedily, licking any of it off of him until Hyunjin grabbed his hair to stop him, too overstimulated to let him continue. When Chan sat up he immediately grabbed Hyunjin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hyunjin didn’t even care that he could taste himself. 

“Holy shit,” Chan mumbled as he pulled away. “Can’t believe that got you to squirt. You hardly ever do that.” 

“I know,” Hyunjin breathed with a shaky laugh. “My thighs are just fucking sensitive. And I don’t know, it was hot…you’re hot. And your mouth is godly.” 

Chan laughed, leaning up to peck his lips. “And your thighs are godly.” He squeezed Hyunjin’s thigh and Hyunjin scrunched his nose. 

“Stop that,” he scolded. Chan chuckled again. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s take a bath now, yeah? Unless you wanna sit in both of our cum.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll take a bath now.” He made grabby hands and smiled sweetly. “Carry me?”