“Oh my god,” Seungri says about five minutes later when his higher brain is functioning again. Jiyong has pulled off of him without Seungri noticing and is sprawled on top of him, somehow taking up the entire bed with the spread of his limbs. His fingers are lazily carding through Seungri’s hair as he nuzzles Seungri’s neck. “That was hot,” Jiyong murmurs. “That is completely not how I meant for that to go.” “Sure it wasn’t,” Jiyong teases, lightly running a fingertip over Seungri’s collarbone. “It wasn’t!” Seungri says, petulant. He’d been thinking more along the lines of mutual handjobs until Jiyong tearfully admitted that yes, Seungri did deserve to be treated like an adult; giving Jiyong a good, thorough fucking but still somehow not being in control was not the plan.
(in which Seungri decides to drop the maknae image by fucking everybody, but this is not what Daesung wanted at all.)
