#bottom!jay

"My strong knight, let me take care of you okay..."

You sat Jay on the couch as soon as you got home, moving to quickly take a gel pack from the freezer so you could ice the bruise forming on his cheek. You kneel between his knees as you press the cold compress to his face, pressing kisses to all of the unmarked skin you could find. Jay frowns while looking at you, still shaken up by the whole ordeal.

"You're okay right?"

You smile at him, assuring him that the men at the club did nothing but grab you a bit too harshly. The pout on his face deepens and you decide to clamber into lap, your weight instantly calming him as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"You were such a good boy baby, they wouldn't be able to do anything to me with how quickly you showed up hmm, my cutest saviour"

You place the gel pack on the coffee table behind you and start to trail kisses down his throat, mind set on rewarding him tonight for his actions. Besides, with the busy week, you didn't have time to test out his new bodily development, and it was time to put it to good use.

Jay lets out a soft whine as you suck a deep mark into his collarbone, hands flying to remove his shirt to you could go lower.

"Let's go to the room"

You get off his lap and pull him up, his body starting to jellify with how aroused he was. You push him down onto the bed and pull off his pants and boxers in one go, Jay's hand flying to cover himself up.

"Nothing to be ashamed of baby, it's just me yea"

You pull his hands away and drag a finger through his untouched folds. Jay's body jolts up as your fingers brushes his clit, sensations he's never felt before making him whimper.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet. So worked up just from me marking your neck hmm."

Jay nods his head as you push his thighs up, bringing his hands to help you hold himself open. You push down on his inner thighs and bring your face to his core, inhaling that sweet juicy scent.

"God baby, you smell delicious, time for a treat yea"

You stick your tongue out and lick a fat stripe up his folds, collecting all the juices that were slowly spilling out of him. Jay writhes and lets out a loud moan, thighs starting to shiver and close in on you. You tut at him and get up, moving to get the bar spreader to attach them to his ankles.

"Need to taste you baby, can't do that if you're gonna close on me."

Jay bites his lips as his chest heaves up and down, throwing his head back once he feels you breathing on his pussy again. You use your fingers to pull apart his folds, digging your tongue into him to coax the clear liquid out. Jay whines and whimpers, each sound getting louder than the last as you switch between digging your tongue into him and suckling on his clit.

"Gonna...hmmm...cum..."

You quicken your pace at his words, smacking his inner thigh occasionally to feel him clamp up on your tongue. His release comes quick, his whole body shaking as your name leaves his mouth. You give him a few more licks to collect his cum before sitting up, sending a tight smack right onto his pussy, watching him jolt up as his hands come to grip your arms. You smirk as you attach your mouth to his nipples, one of his most sensitive areas, suckling on them like a baby trying to get milk.

"No,no... too much!"

Jay tries to push you off but you retaliate by squeezing a finger into him, pumping it in and out while your other hand roams his sculpted body. He squirms from the overstimulation, not quite calmed yet from his previous orgasm before you started playing with him again. Your mouth releases his nub, a second finger slowly squeezing its way inside him.

"Come on baby, look at me making you feel good."

You coax him into opening his eyes, watching them shine at you while you continue to push your fingers into him, trying to find that spot that would make him see stars.

"Fuck, right there hmph..."

Jay's eyes close involuntarily again with his head thrown back, baring his neck to you. Your free hand immediately comes up, wrapping up his throat and squeezing the sides gently, just enough to slow down the blood flow to his head. Soon, you feel his walls spasming around your fingers, signalling that he was about to cum again. You maintain your pace, making sure to hit the spot with every thrust as you feel his walls tighten, cumming again with his mouth wide open.

You remove your fingers, bringing them to his mouth and forcing him to taste himself. You send another tight slap to his pussy, causing him to moan around your fingers. You climb off of him to walk back to your cupboard, grabbing the dildo Jay loved to use on you. But tonight, you were gonna return the favour. You grab a clip on vibrator along with it and settle yourself between his legs again. Slowly, you take the dildo and push it into him without warning, his eyes flying open and hand moving down to grab yours.

"No. no, already came twice please please, no more..."

Jay whines out as he arches up, the dildo driving in deeper than your fingers could reach, stretching him out deliciously.

"You're a good boy baby, you can take it hmm..."

You rub his thighs in an attempt to soothe him, pushing it in until only the flared base of the dildo could be left seen. You then attach the vibrator to his clit, switching it on to the lowest setting and hearing Jay let out a loud whine again.

"No, no no..."

He chants out hands flying to grip the sheets. You move your body over his, hands using the dildo to fuck him slowly while your lips attach to his, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth. He moans into you, hands coming up to grip your arms instead as you slowly pick up momentum, hearing his pussy squelch around the silicon dick you had in him. Slowly, you pick up the pace again while your mouth attaches to his neck to mark him up more. It doesn't take long before Jay starts to writhe again, his third orgasm coming in hot and strong. His fingers dig into your skin, nails leaving marks, as he arches off the bed again, your name leaving his mouth like a scared prayer. Your hands slowly come down to a halt, the vibrator on his clit still going, sending him into overstimulation.

"Stop, stop please no more, no more..."

He cries out and you take mercy on him, removing the vibrator and pulling the dildo out of him. He whines softly again, eye closed, chest heaving. You move to get off of him and go to the washroom when he pulls you back.

"But...you haven't came yet..."

He whispers softly and you coo at him, moving to get rid of your underwear so that you could sit on his face and let him eat you out.

"Fuck, yea, such a good boy hmm..."

Your movements are careful as he eats you out with fervour, not wanting to irritate the bruise or the light cuts on his face. His tongue darts in and out, flattening against your clit every few licks to send a jolt through your body.

"That's right baby, keep it going, gonna cum soon"

You reach the edge quickly with how long you had been holding up, letting Jay lap everything up while his hands remain clasped onto your thighs. He continues to devour you through your high, making sure to drink up all that you give him before finally letting go.

"Such a good boy...lets clean up okay..."

Jay nods, while you walk to the bathroom to set up a bath before coming back to slowly guide him after freeing him from the bar-spreader. With his legs still jelly-like, he limps slowly to the bathtub and settles down in front of you, letting you pamper him like the sweet, sweet boy that he was.

You whisper praises and sweet nothings into his ear, letting him relax into you while you clean his body thoroughly. Once you were done, you guided him up and back into bed, settling in beside him and pulling his head to your chest. Both of you slowly fall asleep - him to the sound of your beating heart and you to the warmth radiating from his body and sweet smell of his freshly washed hair.

Jay dwelled, even when he didn't want to, on the fact that he was still a virgin. It seemed as though having an attractive and flirty boyfriend did him no good, none at all. They've been dating for six months now, a long six months, and it was beginning to get tiresome. You just had to be the world's most considerate boyfriend. It didn't matter that you were younger than Jay, another thing he seemed to dwell on, you cared for him in a way he's never gotten before. Yes, he was thankful, but he worried that if you kept this up, there was no chance of either of you getting anywhere.

And sure, part of this was Jay's fault. Anytime you touched him in the slightest way that read intimate, he stopped you or grabbed your hands. He blamed it on a shivering sensation that played at the base of his stomach and up to his spine. And you were patient, obeying his request with no uncertainty. Your hands were off in seconds and instead, you settled on cuddles and backrubs, showing as much care and patience as possible.

Part of you understood and the other part of you was sometimes puzzled by his actions. But even Jay was somewhat stirred in his emotions, having but the toughest time possible navigating his feelings. He knew he had always been like this, ever since he was young. He had a problem with feeling anxious, so anxious to a point where he had to stop it all at once. He didn't want to be this way, but a life full of harsh adults that forced him to be the IT child -- grand conversations with other adults and rubbing elbows with the other rich kids -- didn't leave him much room to make decisions on his own. So when it did come time to do things for himself, like being intimate, he stopped, as if waiting for someone else to tell him what to do.

The only way he learned to get rid of his anxiety was by masking it with other forced traits from his parents, like charm and snobbiness. He let the latter go a long time ago, but it still crept up in daily routines and plans. Instead of being just an ordinary college student; having fun and letting loose, Jay was living as a cooped-up housewife, doing chores and working. And it takes time for Jay, for him to learn to adapt to an environment that he's not used to, just like it would take time for him to open up to a whole new environment, full of lust and pleasure and excitement.

You've admitted multiple times to him that you were willing to go further, and you watched as his face shared little to no change in emotion. Jay had no problem giving you whatever you needed; whether it was with his mouth or hands, but when it came to himself, it was like a bomb of humility went off in his head. Jay was too fearful to come to terms with the fact that he did really want you to see him -- and more so really wanted sex -- especially with you. He doesn't care that others were out sleeping with their umpteenth partner, and he had no problem being a virgin, but it was something about you that overwhelmed him, something about you that fueled every dirty desire he's ever had. He wanted to feel you, get used to your body and revel in its beauty. And as much as he was unnerving at admitting to sex, he was even more unwilling to admit to himself that he was nervous as hell. To let someone in, to see him so vulnerable and open. There were plenty of nights where it kept him up.

Days that you both spent together, laughing and talking, were the days that he wanted to explain it to you the most, but he knew his voice would be washed away by his nerves. He was too skittish to initiate the first move, and he knew that you were too fragile with him to continue on when he said wait or stop. And plenty of times has Jay done awkward suggestive gestures to persuade you into making a move but then deters them by not following as planned. A part of him wanted you to ignore his words and push through, but he knew it was next to zero for you to ever pressure him into continuing on with something he was not ready for.

Jay never goes to anyone with his problems, especially not his bratty childish friend, but when Jake asked what was wrong, it seemed to all come pouring out of Jay like a fountain. He explained it as his "friend's problem" but Jake wasn't that naive, catching on within seconds.

"So your problem is that your boyfriend's too nice and you're not open enough to tell him that you wanna fuck?"

Jay swats at the other's arm, looking around to make sure those close to them didn't hear. "I said it's my friend's problem, not mine."

"Oh, okay, and I'm an idol with millions of fans." He popped a fry in his mouth and laughed to himself at his fascinating friend. "Look, if you wanna fuck, just tell him that. Don't think into this too deeply or you'll go insane. Or better yet, why not just wait until you're ready and then get it on?"

"Would I have told you all of this if it was just as easy as telling him? And there's no way I can wait. I can't handle going through one more awkward encounter with him or I might actually explode."

"Oh, so the both of you have gotten hanky-panky before?" Jake wiggled his eyebrows and Jay tried hard not to blush. Things went smooth when Jay was the one doing the work. He's done plenty of oral on you, but it was never the other way around. Jay didn't even like to be naked around you; hell, even shirtless. His shyness was cute in the beginning, but now it was a burden, to both you and him.

Jay half-heartedly answers the younger's question, "But it's never gone further than that."

"Okay then, so then next time you're sucking his dick, you'll be in the moment, and it'll be easy to ask for more."

"Jake!" he whisper-yelled. "Do you have to speak so loudly? " He looked around again, paranoid that someone was listening in, "I'm telling you, dude, it's not that easy!"

Jake looked up from his tray to furrow his brows at the older one. "I don't get you."

"Don't get what?"

"This entire situation of yours! I thought relationships were about being open and honest and all that other bullshit, so why not just talk to him? Didn't you say he was like the best boyfriend ever, and he was caring and shit? So why do you think it would be a hellfire if you were to sit him down and explain you want to get freaky?" Again, Jay's hand went flying to the younger's arm with his bold choice of words in such a public area.

"Be quieter! And I can't talk to him about this because if I could I would've already done so. I need to save myself the embarrassment of having to discuss with someone younger than me my problems of being sexual."

"I'm younger than you!"

You roll your eyes, "You and him are not the same,"

This made Jake roll his eyes before continuing, "And anyway, him being younger than you is the least of your worries," he remarked. He might've been right, and if anything, Jay knew you never acted your age, but it still was a conversation he'd rather not have. His cheeks were already growing red at the thought of sitting you down and discussing his bodily urges.

They both don't say anything. Jake gives an annoyed stare as he chewed on his sandwich. Jay sharpened his jaw and gave the same look back.

"talk to him."

"No."

"Okay, then just make the first move."

"Were you even listening? I can't, I'll chicken out."

Jake slams his sandwich down in aggravation of Jay's no-changing demeanor. He rests his elbows on the table, contemplating in his head before speaking, "okay, then how about putting yourself in a predicament where no talking is involved."

Jay's the one to furrow his eyebrows now. "What?"

"How about doing something that will automatically let him know that your intentions are to shag? Plan something way left-field from what Jay would do so that it's clear what's going on and he'll see that and know exactly what to do."

And Jay does ponder on this for a while, watching his friend's knowing smirk slowly creep on his face.

"Sound great and all, but how exactly and I suppose to do that?"

Jake pauses, "I don't know, I haven't thought that far yet,"

He huffs in frustration. A plan that would initiate the actions for him, perfect. But Jay wasn't very big on plans and actually following them, the same way he wasn't strong on showing emotions and letting it happen. He knew he was a work in progress, and he was thankful that you were patient enough to notice, but now his patience was running out, and so was yours, even if you'd never show it.

He sits and ponders as his friend scarfs down the rest of his food. He goes to ask another question but feels the presence of others coming closer. He could tell it was Heeseung and Sunghoon from the way they talked and laughed with no inside voices.

Heesung pauses before sitting, "Why do I feel like I just walk into a war zone?"

"Yeah, what's with you guys? Why so serious Jay?" Sunghoon ruffles the older's hair which is his way of greeting.

"How come love is so complicated?" Jake acted solemnly, moving the focus from Jay to him.

"Ah, which girl broke you're heart this time? And why would you bother poor Jay with your problems?" Jake threw a fry at Heeseung's head for his teasing words. Jay tried his best to keep his cheeks from exposing his situation, especially to the two dudes that picked on him the most for being the only virgin in the group. Jake liked to poke often, but Jay was still convinced he was lying about his virginity status.

"Maybe because Jay is the only one in a committed relationship," Sunoo seemed to appear out of thin air as he spoke, sitting near Jake and peering down at his hyung's disappointing appetite.

The others don't bother to remark on the youngest's comment, partially because he was right and partially because it was never-ending when you started an argument with Sunoo.

Jay gave Jake a knowing look and gestured for him to continue on his lie.

"So, what if I met this girl that I like but she's overly shy? She gives great head and all, but after that, when we try to go further, she's so shy that it turns me off."

Jay would slap Jake again if it didn't cause curiosity among the group. Instead, he lowered his head, paying close attention and fiddling his bland salad around with a fork.

"Easy, find a new girl." Heeseung is bold with his statement, but Sunoo shuts him down immediately.

"No, don't do that. Why don't you talk to her, ask her what makes her so shy."

Jay can feel that Jake wants to turn around and shout "I told you so" in his face, but he holds his composure, "Okay, but I'm not good at talking, I'm too scared like some child. What do I do then?"

"If you're too scared to talk then maybe you shouldn't be in a relationship in the first place." Sunghoon didn't even look up from his phone, but his comment struck a bullet through the older.

"I won't lie, talking can be scary sometimes, like when trying to break up or tell her to move on. If she's too shy to talk then wait until she shows you a sign."

"A sign?" Jay thought it was the right time to chime in without being exposed.

"Yeah, like a sign that she wants you. Remember that girl with the dyed hair? She was a killer kisser, I mean made my mouth water, but anytime I touched her, she panicked. You wouldn't imagine the look on my face the next day when I went out to the gym and came back to her in my shirt, cooking me breakfast."

"You're too easy," Sunoo spoke towards Heesueng.

Heesueng flipped him the bird, "it wasn't just the shirt asshole, it was the fact that the shirt was the only thing she was wearing. Besides some cute little thongs underneath, she wore nothing else, was completely naked. She could've been shy all she pleased, but if she didn't want it, then why act so naughty?" Heseeung clapped for himself, smirking widely.

"And that, my boys, is your sign."

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Sign. It was the only thing Jay could think of for the rest of his lunch and until he got home. He wasn't sure if he wanted to exactly do the same as some cute petite girl when he was very opposite of that, so he pondered when he got back to his shared apartment what do to. He showered first then took away the time he wanted to procrastinate to actually think. He knew you'd be home soon, so he had to act fast. If he wanted to go his own route, he'd down a whole bottle of wine and hope for the best, but being drunk made his situation ten times harder when he knew you wouldn't act on his advances. If anything, you would send him to sleep and have a nice cup of water waiting on his nightstand when he wakes up.

Scratch that.

He pondered on if he could make it to the store quicker than you could get back home. Maybe he could shape a heart on the bed with roses leading from the front door, spelling out his exact needs in clear font. But Jay is a neat freak and he envisioned the rose ending up anywhere and everywhere he didn't want them.

Scratch that.

And now he was tired of thinking. There was no way he'd look like some sexy goddess in his boyfriend's shirt, but it was his last resource, and he was sure it would throw you off your game to see him in a shirt that's yours since you both rarely ever shared clothes.

He walked into your room and looked through your drawers and closet. He couldn't find a shirt that suited him or was even big enough to cover his butt, so he settled on a hoodie you bought online that was two sizes too big. It sat in your closet for the longest time, and it was thankfully big enough to cover the parts of Jay that were supposed to look mischievous. The sleeves were a little too long, and it was too hot in his small apartment to be wearing such a large layer of clothing even without pants, so really, he was starting to think this was a mistake.

He pushed through the mess in his own closet to find the bag of lube and condoms he had bought a day earlier. Surprisingly, he wasn't embarrassed, probably cause he was in a rush to meet up with you, so there was no time to be embarrassed. He pushed it all inside his nightstand drawer and walked to the kitchen for his next step.

If any part of this plan was going to work, it would be the only part that he was good at; cooking. He decided on your favorite meal which didn't take long to make. He gathered the ingredients and washed, cut, and mixed them. Next was to boil the noodles and scramble the eggs.

The next few minutes of cooking were silent, too silent because now he worried that this entire thing was a huge mistake. How could you ever take him seriously like this? What if you walked in and laughed at him? The last thing he could tolerate is being humiliated by his own boyfriend. He stood over the pot of noodles and watched them boil. He liked the feeling of the steam coming up and warming his face. For a split second, he could see his reflection in the water, and he thought at that moment that he could simply just crawl into a hole and never come back up again.

There went his anxiousness again, that feeling that he hated the most. You hadn't even got home yet, and there went that aching feeling in his chest, the one that caused him to shiver. He was tired of his own nerves getting in the way, he wanted this to be done, and soon.

But he knew this was ridiculous; absolutely pathetic. But by the time he tried to go back to his room and change, he heard the clanking of the door.

He froze in place. Anther clank came and in you walked.

He met your soft eyes and you smiled. You didn't realize anything out of the ordinary until you could see more than just his face.

You looked down at your boyfriend who was only a few inches shorter. His hair was like usual because he was always too stubborn to fix it any other way, the cross earrings you got him for his birthday dangled beneath his ears, and his jaw that was never not sharp was illuminated by the kitchen lights.

The usual.

But it was when your eyes traveled down that things started becoming different. For one, you noticed he wasn't wearing pants. You've never seen his skin much higher than above his knees. It was a milky color, different than the tan that started on his calves. His skin was smooth and glistening, he didn't like being hairy, so he always shaved, which only added to the beautiful shine of his muscular legs.

And then your eyes traveled up to his body which was covered in the hoodie you bought online that was way too big for you. You meant to throw it out but instead stuffed it in the back of your closet. Now your boyfriend was wearing it, and it seemed like it was the only thing he was wearing. The hem of the hoodie swayed loosely on the higher parts of his thighs. The sleeves were way too long, dangling at the end of his fingertips which you saw go red, including the rest of him, leading up to his face.

His eyes went wide and so did his mouth. You watched his hands tug on the ends of the hoodie in an act to get it to go further down.

"Jay?" You unloosen the key from the hole and walked in, shutting the door behind you, hopeful that no one was passing by.

"What is all this?" You could smell the aroma of your favorite food. If what was happening right now wasn't so bewildering, you might've just drooled at the mouth.

Jay didn't know how to feel about the way you looked at him. For one, he felt powerful in a way, showing off something he's never exposed, but in another instance, he felt shy, shyer than when you've even tried to make a move on him. He wanted to laugh out of nerves, but even that wouldn't come out. All he could do was stand in the opening of the kitchen and let his astounding mistake be reveled in by the one man he wanted to impress.

You stayed paralyzed by the door, not really sure where to move next.

"Oh, the food!" Jay rushed to the pan of scrambled eggs and sighed when he flipped them over to reveal their dark and crusted backs.

"Shit," he cursed. He turned the stove off and threw the no-good eggs in the trash. He felt the tickling coldness of the air travel along his upper thighs and go across his exposed bottom, the one that was facing you while he leaned over the trash.

And you tried not to look as he bent down, worried that he'd worry, but it ignited something in you, seeing his small but round cheeks covered by short blue briefs.

He quickly snapped back into place, his crimson face growing darker.

Jay couldn't handle that you were still rooted in your spot, your expressions changed ever so often from what he thought was confusion to maybe lust, but he couldn't tell. His mind wanted to tell him to run into his bedroom and never come out again until he was old and grey, but it was like he couldn't get himself to move.

One simple chunk of his mind thought about jumping on his boyfriend and letting the rest play out, except, he knew he couldn't, he'd never gain enough courage to do so. He wished you'd take the hint, and just push him against the counter and take whatever you wanted, but again, he knew it didn't work like that.

You could see that Jay was scared, excited but scared. You couldn't depict what his reasoning for all of this was, but you felt the need to get closer, in a manner to calm his breathing and the anxiousness that started to play on his face.

"Babe," You did one more once over before connecting your eyes back to his. Now you were close enough to reach for his hands and he took them on instinct. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

Jay didn't respond. Instead, he hid his face on your chest. There were plenty of things he wanted to say, starting from "please leave' to "fuck me" but he found it hard to say anything that would sound reasonable after his failed attempt at getting laid.

You removed your hands from his to hold them around his little waist. "Ah, hyung don't be shy." You whine.

"Shut up," he muffled from your chest.

He was more than shy at this point, he was down bad. He was so glad you had walked to him when you did, if not, he'd be knee-deep in his own tears. And while he felt dramatic at the thought of himself crying, he couldn't stop them from brewing to the surface. But he stopped them in time when you sat down at the dining table and asked him to sit on your lap.

You try not to react too much at the feeling of his skin touching yours, and instead get down to the bottom of what all of this was.

"Did you do all of this for me?" You gestured with your eyes at Jay's attire.

He folded his hands in his lap, a pout playing on his lips. Jay wasn't good at expressing his emotions. The only time he cried to you was when he failed a class and it overwhelmed him with distraught. Here and there he was mad or sad about something, but never did he let you in on it. But this time you were going to force your way in, whether he liked it or not.

"Jay," you shake his arm when he doesn't reply.

He hums a yes. There was no way you could contain your smile.

"Well this is very sweet of you but can I ask why?"

Jay glares up at you, his usual mechanism when he was embarrassed. "Can't I do nice things for my boyfriend?"

You squeeze your arms around the tiny one, "Of course you can, I'm just making sure I didn't miss an anniversary or something." You take a deep breath before continuing, "your intentions with this feel a little not you."

Jay tries to get up and you squeeze him even tighter. "Wait, Hyung. I love you and I love you like this, but I just want to make sure I'm not mixing my signals here. Cause it seems -- like you want something? Maybe something that I want too?"

Jay turns his head away. This was what he was trying to avoid, confrontation. He didn't want to have to spell it out to the younger that he was ready, that he needed him more than he was verbally able to explain. it was embarrassing, too embarrassing to say out loud. "I don't like talking, can't you just see that I missed you and wanted to do something special?"

You chuckle. "I just saw you this morning babe. I mean, not that I don't miss you and all, but, I've never seen you like this -- I never imagined this would be the first time I'd see you so exposed."

Jay clasps a hand over your mouth. "Don't say that!"

"It's the truth!" You manage to muffle.

He doesn't comment back, but his face scolds and pouts all in one.

It was time. Jay thought to himself. Be bold, say one thing and maybe the rest can speak for itself.

"I'm not even fully exposed yet," it comes out quieter than he wanted it to, but the look on your face is enough to let him know that you didn't miss a word.

You can't find the right words to say. Your boyfriend just explained he wants to be naked, he wants you to see him. A tingle in your stomach travels through your body and down to the core of your heat.

Jay felt the situation shifted to where he finally wanted it to be. The look in your eyes was intimidating, but exactly what Jay needed to feel confident about all the choices he's made in just a few hours.

"Come here," your voice drops low, and in seconds, you're able to manually swing one of Jay's legs over your lap so that he was now facing forward, straddling you.

Jay had straddled you plenty of times, some of those times he would rut against you. Sooner or later you both were releasing in your pants. This day, hopefully, it would be different.

Jay looked down at your soft pink lips. There was nothing more that he wanted to do than kiss you, especially when he watches you lick them slowly, teasingly. And he might've been a scardey-cat, but he wasn't scared of those, your beautiful lips.

And in moments, you lean your head up and drag Jay's down to connect lips.

Jay could feel you smirking and wanted to lean away in an attempt to tease, but your hand on the back of his neck doesn't let him.

This kiss was the same as the others exchanged between the two of you, and it still had the same effect on Jay: his heart beats fast, his palms get a little sweaty, he sometimes has to hold back moans from how pleasurable just your lips could feel; but it never made him anxious, no matter how heated it could get.

He wrapped his arms around your neck in a bid to be closer. Jay feels your hands travel along the parts of him that they always did, but he goes stiff when he feels them play at the end of his back. He didn't realize due to his straddling that the hoodie had hiked up to brush just against his buttocks, but he had no time to dwell on it. He licks along your lips requesting access and you have no problem allowing him in. He pushed his tongue in as deep as possible, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was so exposed. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped feeling his hot tongue and all the slickness it brought to your own. Your hands travel just enough underneath the hoodie to feel the older's bare skin. You listen to the sound he emits, something of a deep sigh and an angry huff.

"I want you, Jay," You wished it came out like a calm statement, but you could hear the shakiness in your voice and the slight pitch in tone. You don't give him time to respond back before you fit a hand under Jay to boost him as you stood.

He gasps in your mouth but automatically wraps his legs around your waist and clamps on tight.

Still kissing, you manage to get the door of your room open and as gently as ever, lay your boyfriend along the bed.

Breathe, Jay kept telling himself. He forced the thoughts of you seeing him naked and the plenty of other sexual ones out of his mind.

Breathe in, breathe out.

You step closer, and Jay can feel his breathing fall out of routine. You smile that stupidly sexy smile before leaning over and fragilely stroke a finger on his leg.

"Is this okay?"

Jay knew his nervousness was probably more than evident on his face but there was no way he'd let it get in the way for the umpteenth time. "Yes," it's small and brittle, but it was still an answer.

You climb beside him on the bed. You're still aware that -- whatever this was -- you had to be patient. So you graze your fingertips over his forehead and brush the hairs that had fallen in front of his eyes. You share a moment with him, looking longingly into his eyes, capturing the way they sparkled under the light. The best moment was watching his eyes calm and relax. There was no way you could stop yourself from kissing him next. It's gentle and dry, the perfect blend for cooling not only his racing heart but yours too. You both kissed like this for a while, and it was comfortable and homey. Jay plays around and sucks down on your lips, and you both giggle. You use your tongue to lick his, and a soft moan escapes from his throat.

Jay wondered why such a random memory ran through his brain, but he was puzzled about it for just a second. He remembered when you joked about wanting him to top you, and he remembered laughing out of nerves. He hadn't given much of that a thought, but if you really wanted him on top, then he knew he would. However, part of him wanted it to be the other way around. Not that you couldn't hold him while he was on top, but he knew he wanted to feel your arms grasp around and hold on tight. It was his only time talking about something like that, but he let it known that he had no problem being 'bottom'. He, again, opened up to Jake about it, and he was almost ashamed that his childish friend had to be the one to preach to him how sex positions didn't make him any less of a man.

His mind snaps back to reality as you slip a hand under his neck and press harder on his lips. There was a certain look in your eyes as you leaned in, accompanied by your plumped mouth that made Jay's mind scared-stiff, but he forced it in and kissed you back just as deeply.

But his brain and his body worked at different paces. His hand reached for your leg so that it was now lying comfortably between his own. His other hand gripped tightly to your tricep that kept you propped up.

Jay can't help but make small noises into the kiss, sounding somewhere between desperate and cheerful. You wondered if you should ask again if he was okay, but your body wouldn't let you. You melted in his sounds. You tried hard not to touch him more than he seemed comfortable with, but there was no stopping your hand from reaching under his hoodie and slowly hiking it up. It tingled as it memorize the feeling of his hot skin for the first time. You wanted so badly to open your eyes and soak yourself in his milky torso, but you were comfortable enough just to touch it.

And Jay enjoyed your hand. It was coarse, yet soft, and he never wanted it to go away. He couldn't believe how sensational just your hand felt, and he cursed himself for waiting so long for your touch.

You lift his hoodie as high as it would go without taking it off, and immediately attach yourself to his naked top. You kiss the hollow structure of his stomach and he moans just the slightest. That was enough for you to suck and lick until it was rosy and wet.

"Baby," Jay was too stubborn to call you nicknames, but you knew the only time he did was when he was feeling feverish. It was the prettiest word that ever escaped his lips. It was followed by another one of his delightful sounds and you wished you could collect it in a jar and keep it forever.

You kiss individually between the dips of his ribcage and over his sides. You count another win in your head when he squirms under you and pulls but the slightest on your hair.

Jay's head was scrambled with lust. Your mouth was so slick that it was impossible to keep the noises from escaping. His anxiousness had threatened to break its cover, but it bursts through its seams when he felt your wetness move over his nipple.

You hover over his pink bud cautiously and watch his reaction. He bites down on his lip harshly, and as you go into lick, he protests.

"Wait, wait," it's breathless coming out, but you do exactly as he asks and waits.

Jay knew at this point that he wasn't worried about you seeing his body, cause you've come this far and he felt okay. He wondered why his brain took over and paused his pleasure, it was like it wanted him to live on the edge forever. He wants to take it back, but you already raised your head in attentiveness.

He wasn't following through and from the looks of it, you weren't going to go further unless he wants it. You ask him if this is where he'd like to stop and he's quiet.

Jay is mad at himself, mad that he was so close to breaking the stupid barrier he had put up, and lost hope of ever being able to move on further than this. Maybe it was okay that he was at least willing enough to get so far as to let you see his body, not fully naked, but it was better than it was before.

You watched his eyes lose hope and regain it on a repeated cycle, all in the span of a few seconds. Jay wasn't the one to get emotional but you couldn't look past the moisture collecting in his eyes.

"Jay, stop and look at me." Your voice was bold and confident and Jay obeyed. "If you don't want to do this then tell me, you know I would never get mad at you. But please don't force yourself to be okay with this if you aren't."

Jay wanted to scream "fuck" if he could. he wanted to yell back in objection, but if he talks now, he knew he'd cry, and if he hadn't already screwed this entire thing up, then his tears would.

You would stop in a heartbeat if that was what Jay wanted, but you heard the sounds he made, the way his skin warmed with your touch, the beating of his heartbeat playing like background music. You wished he was better at explaining his feelings, but you couldn't stop your own. You were hot all over, and your body ached for something more than this, and you simply couldn't deal with another dreary day without him.

You glide your hand over his cheek and soothe it with your thumb. "Let's do this instead. If you want to actually stop at any given moment, just say 'karaoke' and we can stop and go do some singing in the living room. But if you're unable to vocalize then," You grab Jay's finger and place it on your nose. "then just boop my nose, got it?"

Jay can't believe you could make him laugh in a moment like this, but he was more than thankful that there was a way of communicating, if need be, that didn't need words. In seconds, he felt an overwhelming sensation spike through his nerves, and it struck right down to his pelvis, igniting his half-awakened member. He squeaks out a measling 'got it' and you grin down at him.

You're next few kisses on his skin are soft and warming. You travel along the spots that Jay made the best sounds to and make sure that this time it wasn't just red but bruised. And as if on cue, his sounds come out an octave louder.

His hands return to their positions on your arms and you take the time to start back up on his pink bud. You watch his reaction -- again he bites on his lips, but he arches his back off the bed and it's enough of a sign to continue further. You switch between the both of them, twirling your tongue and sucking with all your might until Jay cries out, "Fuck!" and the urge to suck further down his skin takes over.

You retrace his bruises with your lips and travel them along his cloth-covered thighs. You watched the bulge in his underwear grow larger and larger the more you kissed, and you could feel your own boner increasing due to the older one's.

His eyes were screwed shut -- as if he'd look down at the chaos you were ensuing and burst into pieces. His cheeks were hot -- he worried for a second if he had an actual fever, but the thought went loose from his mind when your hand finds its way down to his cock.

He clutches hard on the bedsheets.

"Is this too much pressure?" You ask when you take it in hand.

"I thought you've done this before, expert." You wanted to scold him for being so teasing in a situation like this, but it meant he was comfortable, and that outweighed the negative.

"My expertise range from a vast variety," you lob back.

He tried rebuking back but the slow movement of your hand trails him off his sentence and into a moan.

"There you go," You raise up and sit between his legs, continuing up and down Jay's hard shaft.

"Feel good for me."

If Jay could yell "shut up" he would, but words were fuzzy, and moaning was the only thing that managed to buzz from his throat. But he did try his best at a worthless groan in protest, and the younger one only laughs. Any precedence that Jay once had over you was gone the minute he allowed you to speak informally to him. He did better at just dealing with it than trying to reprimand you for it.

"Mmm, don't be difficult now, hyung. " You couldn't keep your eyes off the spot you created on his stomach and reach down to kiss it lightly. "You have no idea how bad I want to taste you right now."

You kiss more harshly on his skin and prep your hands to his hips where the band on his cute little brief's started.

He could feel your hot breath hitting his skin in rhythmic patterns, it was enough to distract him from the thought of you seeing him so exposed. So was the hand that you place on his waist to massage carefully and your mouth that was now attempting a hickey on his soft thighs. Gradually, Jay's cock comes uncovered by your hasty hand.

You take in the pool that forms at the head. It requires nothing more for you to swallow him down. Your first contact with his cock brings out a low whine, there was no holding back that perfect feeling of him in your mouth.

The sound from his own only makes you want to go down further, to hear the variety of his noises and collect them like fireflies. "Good boy," you tease.

Jay grabs at the pillow beneath him, probably to toss because of your nagging words, but you suck at his tip and he folds, hand's clutching to the pillow instead of throwing.

This wasn't your first rodeo at sucking dick, but it was the first with someone you genuinely cared about, so you perfected your moves with the utmost care, being extra cautious with your teeth and making sure to keep your mouth as moist as possible. But like everything else about Jay, it's perfect, and you had to make sure his first experience with this was just as perfect.

The further your mouth descended, the more antsy Jay's hips became. He was red to the face when he realized how close he was. the feeling of your mouth was like nothing he was expecting. He had to grip harder on your arms for support, otherwise, he'd be embarrassed to announce he was coming soon.

You spread his legs further, ripping down his boxer that were settled on his thighs and throw them to the floor. You wanted to tease about your expertise, but when you go down to take him in all the way, a gag stops you dead in the middle. So what you couldn't swallow, you just stroked with your hand.

He couldn't hold on anymore. The faster you move, the harder you tug, the deeper you went it drives him more and more insane.

And you can feel the whole spiel happening in your mouth. You weren't ready for it to end, worried that Jay would want to end things there, and if he let you keep going, then there was no chance you'd end it earlier than need be. So you stop, squeezing on the base of his cock as if asking for it to hold on.

Jay felt dizzy and overheated. It took him a minute to notice your hand dug into your own pants, frantically moving, your breathing matching in rhythmic tones.

"Turn around," You say. Jay's heart spikes in his chest. He knew from the roughness of your voice that there was no time for jokes. You were serious.

So he does as asked, turning around, lucking to be facing away from the younger's face so you wouldn't see how red he was getting. He so badly wanted to pull down on the hoodie he realized he still had on, and he felt it tumbling down his back, but you were quick to catch it, rolling it back to its original position.

"Your so perfect, baby," The words lift from your lips before you can even think of them. with his round ass facing towards you, you took in the expanse of skin and the way it sculpted his figure. The most addicting was watching his spine curve inward when he arches slightly.

Your hand sputtered on your cock. "I have to taste you," You hear him gasp at your words, but pay it no mind, telling him to lay comfortably on his stomach.

You observe his hesitance and want to comfort him, but your patience was running thin. "Unless you use our safe word or boop my nose this is okay right?"

Jay was still trying to grasp the fact of what you were about to do. He lost the mobility to even process anything else since then. So he nods aimlessly. "Okay, then let me eat you out," you push him the rest of the way down and maneuver for his legs to spread further apart, situating yourself between them. You could've come right there at the way his balls were visible from beneath him.

"A pillow might be more comfortable Hyung," Your eyes never leave his skin, even when he reaches for the pillow he tried to hit across your face, stuffing it under him.

Jay doesn't mean to grind against the soft fabric, but his aching cock that was seconds away from exploding begged for action. It didn't help any when he felt your hands stroke against his bottom, gripping and pulling.

A sharp smack cuts through the room and Jay lets out a garbled moan. He didn't like that the pain and stinging from your hand caused him so much pleasure, he thought by the end of this, he'd be more than just a non-virgin, he'd be a masochist. He could feel himself twitching underneath.

"Sorry, I had to," You rub a calming hand over the red mark shaped as your hand as if to cool it down.

"Again."

It's bearly above a whisper, but your taken aback by his request.

But you do it, again and again until his cheeks are redder than the ones on his face.

Impatience finally took its course and you spread his cheeks wide without asking.

His intuition made him clench down around the sudden exposure of his hole. He shivers at the way the cool air flushes against it, a new feeling that he wasn't at all familiar with.

You're quick to act. You take your thumb and rub gently against it, careful not to irritate the dry hole. You couldn't even believe that that same hole would be stretched large enough to fit all of you. You had to take a deep breath to calm your racing heart.

"I can't take my eyes off you,"

Jay whines, the rest of his body flushing to match his ass, "oh my god, don't say that right now,"

"But it's the truth, you know I can't." You swallowed to take away the extra spit that was brimming at your mouth. God, he was so perfect, more than perfect. You hadn't felt anything like this before, so thirsty, so ready.

"I have to fucking taste you," was the last thing you said before sliding on your own stomach and going to town on his opening.

There is nothing Jay could've done to prepare for the feeling of a tongue, much less your tongue, running along his asshole, and consequently, neither was the mewl that he lets out at the impact. His hips jolt aggressively, his body was in a predicament, not knowing if it wanted more or less of whatever was happening.

"I guess your extra sensitive here," you gush. You feel your cock straining at his noises.

Knowing his hips had a mind of their own, you slip your arms under his legs and wrap your hands around his cheeks, pushing them down so that there was no way he could buck around. You crouch your head down and are back tasting his skin, the way you've wanted to ever since you've met the older one.

You swirl your tongue around it, sharpening it to a point and running it up and down, left to right, anything that would get those precious sounds out of your boyfriend. Your spit has it glistening in seconds, and you love the way it reflects the light beaming through the window, groaning at how vulgar it looked. You imagined it was your seed after this hopeful outcome, and you watched as Jay tried desperately to rut against the pillow.

"Please, please," His words were breathy, heavy with pants. Jay knew the sheets of your bed were wet. He could feel himself dripping every second your tongue slid pasted him. He needed to come so bad, and he didn't want to without you, but he'd die if his release wasn't soon.

Your mischievous chuckle makes him shiver, he gasps when he feels your pool of spit land right in the center of his hole. You watch it travel down slowly and revel in its beauty. Jay can't take it anymore and pushes back into your face, forcing his needed friction.

"Yes, push back into me," You lap up the fallen spit and run it in and out of him. His whines grow louder and louder until you're sure he's reaching his end.

"Don't come yet," He feels the coldness replace your body and turns to watch as you remove your sweatshirt. You were both sweaty and the fact that you had stayed in your clothes for the whole of this heated encounter must have been hard. But he watches as you lose piece by piece, frantically pulling them off like they were on fire.

He felt stuck in his spot, because if he could, he'd leap up and help you with each article of clothing, But all he could do was gaze. He gawked at your torso and your slick skin. He watches you pull off your pants, and ogles at the thick stature of your legs. He's seen your cock before, but he wasn't prepared for it to sling out of your underwear so abrupt and so fast. he didn't care before because it only even went in his mouth, now he panicked thinking of the vast amount of you entering in, stretching him out, hitting hopefully every spot where it counts.

"Should I take mine off?" He's surprised he asked, but the air was getting too thick with silence.

You smirk, walking back over to your flushed boyfriend. "Keep it on, it's a reminder of everything you've done for me," his ears were burning. he couldn't help by be embarrassed as you took in the full sight of him.

"Jay," you climbed back on the bed and bend over to kiss his cheek, 'I'm so in love with you,"

That anxiousness rose again, and Jay marveled at the fact that he hadn't felt it until now, and he'd smack you for being so sentimental if he wasn't in such a dazed state.

"Me too," and he doesn't hesitate either. He couldn't look you in the eyes, but the hand that landed on his back could tell it was genuine by the way his heart pounded.

You lift his chin to meet his lips and it's only soft for a second, before returning to its intensity. Jay made those small little sounds, and it drove you to push your hand down on his lower back, grinding his hips into the pillow. And he moans louder.

"Keep grinding," And he obeys as you open the bottom drawer of your nightstand and unravel the pack of condoms and the squeeze bottle of lube.

"I knew this would come in handy one day," you comment.

He's unable to speak about his own pricey goods sitting in his nightstand and kept it for another conversation.

He watches you coat your fingers in lube, but he pays closer attention to the way your eyes furrow. It was the same furrow you did when you worried. He didn't even realize that you could be nervous too.

"Baby," he calls to your attention, "You're not going to hurt me."

With his comment, you poor on more lube. "I just want to make sure. I want this to be so good for you.

"And it will," you lay the lube on the side of the bed and scoot closer.

You kiss his back gently, "Tell me immediately if something doesn't feel good." and he nods in response.

Your finger slips in with no hesitation, but you still take Jay's mouth into a kiss to distract him, and so you could experience the way he moaned into your mouth.

Jay couldn't help the roll of his back when it starts to feel good. Your finger is slippery and part of its intrusion was uncomfortable, but when you curved it slightly to the right, he can't hold back his yelps. "There, there." And your repeat it over and over again, making sure to hit exactly where he wanted.

You watch him lose the part of him that was still holding back. He wails, pushing himself along your finger to gain more motion.

He winces a bit when you fit another finger. You give him time, making sure to be cautious of his facial expressions. He was tight, so tight that it felt like your fingers were merging together. You couldn't imagine how it would feel when you finally got in there. You held on to the crumb of patience you could endure, and watch him start back his riding when it feels good. Soon, a third finger slips in with ease, and Jay is practically fucking your hand.

"Now," Jay pants out and your mind works slower than usual.

"Now?" Out of fear, you grab more lube and squirt it against his hole, and rubbed it in, working your fingers to hit that spot again.

Jay whines in desperation, "Now, fuck me now." He couldn't believe his words. Any shyness he had flew out the second you hit his prostate. It was like no pleasure he's ever felt before. he needed more, Now.

"You loosen your fingers from his hole and lie back. "I want you on top,"

Jay's confused for a second, and you have to manually position him over your lap and hover above your dick. He gives a knowing look. He watches as you hurriedly slip on the condom and add on what had to be half the bottle of lube.

"I think it will hurt less if you're on top, so you can move how you want to make it feel good."

Jay gives you a half-smile and your heart pounds through your ears. "You let me know-"

"if it hurts, got it." And he waist no time positioning himself perfectly in row with your cock. You prop your legs up to reach underneath him and slide it in. He digs into your chest tightly, wailing out sporadically. You think you could come there just feeling an inch of his heat, but you hold your composure gripping onto his small waist.

"Fuck," He scrunches up his face and you try your best to soothe his skin around it.

It hurt entering, but Jay felt your fingers dancing to his sides, and it motivated him to go deeper.

"Take your time, don't go too fast." but he does slip down further. You both moan in unison.

Then his back arches up and he slips down easily, fastly. Your hands can't stop touching his skin. You put them anywhere they can be, but they fall perfectly with the slopes of his hips.

"Fuck you feel good." and then he slips the rest of the way down, and you have to grip onto him as if to hold your release that was waiting to burst.

Jay doesn't think about it. He doesn't think about the pain or the fact that he can feel you stretching him out, he just wanted all of you and more. He braces himself on you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He squeezes down and rocks gently. His tempo is unsteady, and so are your hips that meet halfway. It takes a while before you both match patterns, and when you do, that's when his pleasure sets in, times 10. You grip at his ass and help him grind down, slapping it every now and then, listening to his whimpers.

His breathing is off track, you feel the sweat from his forehead drip onto your shoulder, and it only turns you on more.

He whines your name, "I'm tired." He pants.

In one quick grab, you flip him over so that he's the one on the bottom and you hover over him with a smirk. "Turn around," and he wastes no time, again, obeying orders.

You move behind him, putting on more lube than necessary.

He gasps when he feels you grip his hips and drag them upward, his body now in the position of what he knew would be a different type of pleasure.

"Relax," he hadn't realized he went stiff at the feel of you against his hole, but he takes one deep breath and arch as much as possible, laying his head sideways on the bed, clenching onto a pillow like it was his enemy.

it was uncomfortable to the older one at first, especially when you started moving in, but when all of you was wrapped around his heat, his back did that incredible arch up and squeezed down.

"How does this feel?" you start moving in and out steadily, starting slow and picking up the pace. Jay could only nod. He was tired of making sounds, his throat was dry and croaking, but when your hips started slapping against his, it didn't matter how he felt, his voice was inevitable.

His body was on fire, and so was yours, he had a rapid second where he understood why people fucked, and fucked on multiple occasions. It was more pleasure than pain, the sting tolerable enough that at one point, he forget it exists.

You plow into him with as much force as you possibly can. You watch the way his ass comes in contact with your pelvis and bounces back. You watch this until you can't take anymore and need his lips.

A hand grips his stomach and pulls him up vertically. He gasps at the sudden change in position, but squirms in your hold. You take your other hand and twist his chin to the side so that your lips come together, sloppy and desperate.

The heat from his mouth and his bottom caused you to moan just as loud as he was. You kissed him to the best of your ability, but it was hard to focus on thrusting into him and kissing him.

This position was different like what Jay had thought, and it was rougher. He could really feel you now, all of you, and it was slightly more painful, yet, you hit that spot that drove him crazy. He tried opening his eyes, so badly wanting to watch your face, but his eyes filled with warm tears, so it was all just a blur.

Then your thrusts became jagged, with an aggressive jolt in and out. Jay grabbed at his own cock, becoming more desperate than ever to come.

"I'm gonna cum," you yell out, scared that both of your noises and the sound of slapping skin would overlaps your announcement.

Jay detaches his lips from yours and relaxes his head against your shoulder. You watch him jerk himself off, and it's enough for you to not be able to hold on any longer. You catch his member in your hand and jerk him fast. His fingers dig into the side of your thighs as you watched as much of him as you could squirt on himself before your own vision goes white. You could've sworn you were coming for ages. and Jay could've sworn too, the way he felt a continuous leak pouring out of him. He loses his balance and falls over onto the bed, your dick sliding out of him nicely. You're not to far behind him, plopping down on the side of him and taking in your first breath of air since you could remember.

Both of you take a few minutes to calm your pacing hearts. After, you both wash up in the bathroom and snuggle into his bed, the one that didn't need cleaning. But it hits him that part of his plan was not all the way fulfilled.

He jolts up immediately. "Oh my god, the food!" He runs to the kitchen and is thankful that most of the stove was turned off, but now the food he wasted money on was really no good use.

"Oh, I forgot you cooked for me," You chuckle, walking out of the room and position yourself behind him.

He turns to hit your shoulder for your lack of care.

The next few minutes are of both of you cleaning up the mess he made.

"Well," You coo, pulling up the dishwasher and pressing start. "The food part of your plan wasn't the most successful, but I still really enjoyed this little treat." You googley-eye down to Jay's body which was once wearing your oversized hoodie.

He throws a towel and it hits your side. "Yeah, whatever, punk." Jay pretended to have this cool-guy image, but when he turned around he couldn't help but blush.

No, things didn't turn out exactly the way Jay had planned it in his head, but instead, things were all the more better. Even looking back on the long day he's spent planning and executing and succeeding, he'd go through all the stress of trying to get you to take his virginity once more if it meant he could be in that perfect situation with you again,

Again. Jay thought.