#junjoo

Smut warnings: somno (technically?), blow jobs, rimming, face-sitting, frottage

For whatever reason, even after their little meeting, Hyeongjun had only accounted for sex with the change in their dynamics. He hadn't considered the barrage of emotion that would come along with everyday intimacy. Especially not witnessing it from the others when he wasn't supposed to be around.

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He wasn't sure what woke him up, but not hearing slow breathing from above and light spilling through the cracked-open door was enough to tell Hyeongjun that Jooyeon had left the room. Strange for the four in the morning showing on his phone screen. Hyeongjun could only assume he hadn't been able to sleep in the first place, probably from the stress of their hectic schedule, so maybe it would pay to check up on him.

Squinting from the difference in lighting when he stepped out, Hyeongjun recognised the rumbling of their kettle. Jooyeon getting up to make a warm drink made sense. The issue was that Gunil used the living room as a bedroom, and no matter how exhausted he'd been, there was no way he would sleep through the water boiling so loudly in the next room over. Even if Hyeongjun couldn't pick them out specifically under the noise, that explained the two voices coming from the kitchen.

Hyeongjun froze when he was close enough to see them. Whether it was the early hour or something deeper, Hyeongjun wasn't sure, but his brain just couldn't process the position they were in.

Jooyeon was perched on a cleared part of the bench with Gunil standing between his knees, hunched over with his arms thrown over his shoulders, eyes shut and nodding sleepily in response to whatever Gunil was saying. Hyeongjun didn't think he'd ever seen their faces so close. His blood ran cold when Gunil leaned in.

It was no more than a soft peck, something sweet to make Jooyeon smile, but the familiarity behind the kiss was too much for Hyeongjun to handle. It was clearly normal for them. Somehow, he'd just never seen it.

The kettle clicking off snapped Hyeongjun out of the beginning of his spiral, hoping his steps were quiet enough to go unnoticed as he headed back to his room, leaving the door as Jooyeon had in case he didn't stay with Gunil for the rest of the night. Mind racing, Hyeongjun knew he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep.

Their group was touchy. Anyone could see that. Even Hyeongjun himself had always had his moments. That was the thing, though—a lot of groups were. Sometimes it was just for marketability, but most of the time, it was as close friends. Touchy didn't necessarily mean romantically intimate.

That split was the thing Hyeongjun found himself stuck on. It was all still new—only a few busy weeks since the discussion—but they'd said they wouldn't be cautious anymore. So why hadn't Hyeongjun seen it?

Why did it bother him so much?

He immediately decided he didn't like that question. It shouldn't bother him. There was no reason for it to. They could do whatever they wanted, whether it was around him or not. It wasn't like he was being left out.

But maybe he was.

Nobody was avoiding him. Hyeongjun knew that much. They were more touchy with him than ever, Jiseok was still being borderline insufferable and Hyeongjun himself had started leaning into it all. Slowly. Which was fine. It was what he'd wanted.

But was it really? Touchy didn't mean intimate. He'd experienced it with Jungsu and Jiseok. He'd kissed Jooyeon. Was it selfish to want more?

Hyeongjun had no idea.

None of it should have been at the forefront of his mind. He'd just dyed his hair black. They'd successfully performed at a major event. There were their own concerts coming up that he needed to be focusing on. Awful timing.

The door swung open. Hyeongjun had to make a snap decision. He could pretend to be asleep. Or—

"Jooyeon-ah?"

"Fuck, you scared me," Jooyeon jumped, holding his hand to his chest for a second before closing the door. "Sorry. Did I wake you?"

"No," Hyeongjun half-lied, taking in a steadying breath as Jooyeon reached for the ladder. "Can you… do you want to sleep with me?"

Even in the darkness, he knew Jooyeon was looking at him like he'd finally lost it. Just as Hyeongjun was going to take it back, do his best to laugh it off, Jooyeon let go of the ladder to kneel on the bottom bunk. Hyeongjun wiggled back towards the wall to give him space as he got under the covers, but when they were laying face-to-face, he wasn't sure what to do. They'd slept in the same bed before, but this was different.

"Turn around," Jooyeon gently prompted, laughing through his nose at the confused sound he got back. "You know I need to hug something to sleep."

Oh. Jooyeon wanted him to be the little spoon. Better than awkward staring in the slightly cramped space, Hyeongjun supposed. That was okay.

He hadn't considered that Jooyeon's arm would be over his waist, holding him tightly against his body as if he was afraid Hyeongjun would run, leading him to believe that maybe, maybe, the excuse of just cuddling something to sleep was more flimsy than it sounded. Lips pressed into his hair when Hyeongjun tentatively placed his hand over Jooyeon's, slipping his fingers between the gaps of his own, and that was enough to know he was right.

It was the closeness that Hyeongjun had wanted. He wasn't interested in sex that night and didn't feel like Jooyeon expected it. Definitely not when his breathing evened out a couple minutes later, chest rising and falling against Hyeongjun's spine in a slow rhythm. Something about it made him want to cry. Just a little bit.

Finally relaxing, Hyeongjun managed to fall back asleep.

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Waking up hard wasn't unusual. It was easy to ignore. Feeling someone else hard against his lower back was neither of those things.

It took a moment of sleepy blinking to fully understand what was happening. Hyeongjun gasped when Jooyeon shifted his hips slightly, still held in his arms, but he was very sure Jooyeon wasn't conscious. Even worse, and as much as it felt wrong, Hyeongjun realised he was getting hard from it. He just didn't know what he was supposed to do. Letting Jooyeon stay grinding against him in his sleep definitely wasn't it.

"Jooyeon-ah?" he whispered, clearing his throat when it came out too raspy. "Come on. You need to wake up."

It took a few taps on his arm to get him to stir, grumbling and nuzzling into Hyeongjun's messy hair, but Jooyeon eventually opened his eyes. The relief didn't last long.

"Shit!" he flew backwards, almost falling to the floor in his haste to put distance between them. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to. I was asleep! I—"

"I know. It's okay," Hyeongjun turned over to prop himself up on one elbow, trying not to panic over Jooyeon's horrified expression. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes I did," Jooyeon sat up and hid his face in his hands, voice small as if he was about to cry. "Doing something you don't want is wrong."

"Never said I don't want it."

If Hyeongjun took himself by surprise, it hit Jooyeon even harder. The cautious way he spread his fingers to peek down at Hyeongjun sent a crack through his heart. Only just waking up probably had something to do with it, but Hyeongjun hadn't seen him act that way in a long time. Jooyeon had become so confident that it was easy to forget how fragile he could be.

"Do you really? Not just saying it to make me feel better?" Jooyeon dropped his hands and chewed the skin on his bottom lip when Hyeongjun nodded, still not looking entirely convinced. "Well… can I try something I'm good at? Wanna make it up to you."

Not seeing the point in arguing that there really wasn't anything to make up for, Hyeongjun laid on his back for Jooyeon to kneel between his legs, nodding again when he hesitated to lean down. The kiss was far sweeter than the first time—slow with Hyeongjun's arms wound around Jooyeon's neck to keep him close. Neither of them were hard anymore, but it wasn't long before Jooyeon dropped down fully to bring their hips together, making Hyeongjun gasp at the feeling of him filling out in his pants again through their clothes.

"You trust me, yeah?" Jooyeon pulled back enough to ask, relaxing a little further when Hyeongjun said that of course he did. "Okay. Okay, good. Then, um, take this off?"

Hyeongjun couldn't help giggling at how nervous Jooyeon was, so different from the way he'd acted the first time, but it also made him wonder what it was that he needed to explicitly say he trusted him for. He didn't get the chance to ask with Jooyeon diving back down after quickly removing their shirts, nipping at the side of Hyeongjun's sensitive neck and running his fingertips down his ribs to his waist, moaning softly when Hyeongjun instinctively tangled his fingers in his hair.

It was such a pretty sound that Hyeongjun had to hear more—tugging the long strands harder to get what he wanted. Jooyeon's whimper made Hyeongjun's hips kick up, dick dragging against his underwear without any needed pressure from him being too far away, needing whatever Jooyeon was planning to do more desperately than he was used to.

Jooyeon understood without needing to say anything, hooking his fingers beneath Hyeongjun's waistband to take off the rest of his clothes without teasing. He paused after throwing his own somewhere to the floor, not seeming to care at all that Hyeongjun's eyes were roaming his body as he got up to grab his pillow from the top bunk, dropping it beside them with a grin that put Hyeongjun on edge. What could they need a pillow for if he already had one under his head?

As if he knew what Hyeongjun was about to ask, Jooyeon shut him up by slotting their lips together, muffling the moan from loosely wrapping his hand around Hyeongjun's dick. Hyeongjun dug his nails into Jooyeon's shoulders, already shivering under his touch, sinking his teeth into his own bottom lip when Jooyeon moved to kiss along his jaw.

Jooyeon's hair had gotten long enough to get in his face and uncomfortably tickled Hyeongjun's skin as he made his way down, the band Hyeongjun had started wearing around his wrist helpful to tie it up, not caring that it was messy if it meant they were both more comfortable. Hyeongjun just couldn't have guessed how useful it would be to keep it out of the way.

It wasn't like he'd never gotten a blowjob before, but Hyeongjun hadn't liked it at all, so even it had probably been bad mostly just from inexperience, he braced himself for it to feel weird after figuring out that was what Jooyeon was aiming for. He was half right.

Warm palms kept his thighs spread when Jooyeon licked up the length of his cock, gauging Hyeongjun's reactions as he took the head in his mouth to sink down. As much as his eyes wanted to scrunch closed, Hyeongjun forced himself to watch Jooyeon's lips stretch around him, the bedcovers twisted in his fists without knowing what to do with his hands. It was weird to feel the spit gathering in Jooyeon's mouth—to be fully surrounded by wet heat when Jooyeon made it to the coarse hair at the base shockingly easily—but Hyeongjun couldn't say it was bad.

Even with their bodies being more apart, it brought back that feeling of connection—intimacy in technically being inside Jooyeon—and with the way his eyes were slightly crinkled in the corners as he slowly bobbed his head, Hyeongjun was sure Jooyeon was thinking something along a similar line. That made it all the more confusing for him to pull off again.

"Up," he tapped Hyeongjun's side after dragging him further down to be flat on the mattress, sliding both of their pillows underneath when he raised his hips, suddenly looking much more nervous. "Okay. Now hold under your knees."

"What?" Hyeongjun's eyes widened, already feeling too exposed from being tipped back by the pillows and still having no idea where Jooyeon was going with it. "That would almost bend me in half!"

"Yeah, exactly," Jooyeon ran his hands up the underside of Hyeongjun's legs to gently start pushing them up, giving Hyeongjun an out if he really didn't want to. "You said you trust me."

He was right. Hyeongjun did trust him. What he didn't trust was Jooyeon swallowing hard when he gave in, realisation setting in after getting into the position he wanted, Hyeongjun's heart racing as he watched Jooyeon lower himself to his stomach. No way.

"Wait, I—"

The first slow lick over his hole made Hyeongjun's head fall to the mattress, fingers digging into his own flesh and feeling his ears burn hot with embarrassment. It was weird and wrong and should have just felt gross, so Hyeongjun couldn't understand why it felt good when Jooyeon did it again with more confidence, comfortable as if it was something he did all the time. Hyeongjun's breath stuttered with the thought that he probably did.

Jooyeon pointed his tongue to just barely dip inside, pulling away again when Hyeongjun whined and shifted his hips like he was trying to chase it, his knowing smile making Hyeongjun groan. He didn't have to say he wanted more—Jooyeon diving back in to quickly flick his tongue now that he was sure Hyeongjun liked it. It left Hyeongjun panting, his thighs trembling, only made worse when Jooyeon started properly pushing inside.

He hadn't been lying. It was still strange and wet and sounded nasty, but Jooyeon really was good at it. Almost too good.

It was the opposite of the blowjob, if Hyeongjun stopped to think about it. Jooyeon always had his tongue out anyway, so it wasn't like he didn't know how long and dexterous it would be used that way, but he couldn't have imagined how it would actually feel inside despite exclusively bottoming before being with Jiseok. It was close in a totally different way. Hyeongjun's lack of flexibility was the issue.

Support from the pillows didn't mean Hyeongjun could stay that way for long, the muscles in his thighs stretched more than he was used to, and Jooyeon thankfully noticed the struggle. Hyeongjun didn't expect him to move back on his knees, pretty even with spit smeared on his chin that he wiped away with the back of his hand, but he was happy to be let down to lay flat again. Not so much with the next words to come out of Jooyeon's mouth.

"I want you to sit on my face."

"Excuse me?" Hyeongjun asked through a shocked laugh as he sat up. "I thought that was just a porn thing?"

"No, it's not just a porn thing," Jooyeon rolled his eyes, but his smile was too fond to really be annoyed. "Jiseokie likes it, if that helps at all."

Hyeongjun was beginning to wonder if there was anything Jiseok didn't like. It was probably better not to ask, especially with Jooyeon already shuffling forward to lay down with an expectant look, clearly assuming Hyeongjun would just do it without any other questions. He didn't have any, but it still would've been nice to ask.

Even if being guided to swing a leg over Jooyeon's head was more embarrassing than how they'd been before, all thoughts left his mind when Jooyeon grabbed his hips to pull him down. Hyeongjun was hunched down to not hit his head on the top bunk, forcing his knees to slide further apart to be over Jooyeon's mouth the way he wanted, and even if it wasn't just a porn thing, it would definitely look like it.

That mental image made Hyeongjun realise how much he'd been neglecting Jooyeon without meaning to. Trying to not keep all his focus on the tongue lapping over his hole, Hyeongjun properly took in how much Jooyeon's dick was twitching, his hips rolling up against nothing, making him wonder if he'd been grinding against the mattress without him noticing. He had to touch.

Jooyeon whimpered when he leaned further forward to wrap his fingers around his cock, keeping Hyeongjun down with arms around his waist, properly pushing his tongue inside when Hyeongjun swept his thumb over the precome leaking from the tip. It was distracting, but also made Hyeongjun curious. He'd never been interested in having a dick in his mouth. If they'd already gotten that far, maybe he should try.

Using what he knew and what Jooyeon had done, Hyeongjun ran his tongue up the length to the head, tucking his hair behind his ears and taking in a deep breath before opening his mouth.

The taste, his jaw having to be almost painfully wide to avoid using teeth and figuring out how to suck properly without choking was all very, very weird. Worth it to have Jooyeon's head dropping with a breathy little sigh, clearly trying to hold himself back from bucking up into Hyeongjun's throat, so he guessed he was doing something right. The problem was that he wanted to see. If Jooyeon wasn't going to keep going there wasn't any point in staying there.

It was more comfortable to wriggle free from Jooyeon's arms to crawl between his legs, even with his pitiful puppy-ish whine making him feel slightly bad. Hyeongjun had been fine with being held, and Jooyeon really was making him feel good, but being able to watch was the best part. He was much more interested in making Jooyeon feel good, and the chances that Jooyeon would take anything he was given were fairly high, anyway.

Jooyeon suddenly reaching out to gather his hair up out of the way when he took him back in his mouth made Hyeongjun flinch, turning his eyes up to where he was breathing heavily with his lips between his teeth as if he was trying to not make any noise. That wouldn't do. He'd sounded so lovely before that Hyeongjun needed to hear it again.

"Why are you being quiet?" he asked after pulling off, eyebrows raising when Jooyeon flushed red. "What's wrong?"

"I, um," Jooyeon stuttered, refusing to look directly at Hyeongjun. "I don't want to, like, scare you away being too loud, or something. If I don't hold back, everyone could hear and you'll get embarrassed and—"

Hyeongjun cut off his rambling by biting his inner thigh. Where Jooyeon had gotten that from, he had no idea. Even after thinking about it for just a second, Hyeongjun decided he didn't care. It hadn't been brought up, but the others had probably heard when he was with Jiseok, so why would he have a problem with it now? It was totally unnecessary for Jooyeon to think. There had to be more to it than that.

"Don't lie to me, Jooyeon-ah. Why are you really doing it?"

"Fine," Jooyeon sighed at Hyeongjun's smirk for guessing correctly. "If someone hears, they might try to come in. Don't wanna share. Mine today."

Genuinely taken aback, Hyeongjun sat up on his knees, thumbing over the teeth indents he'd left as Jooyeon groaned in embarrassment behind his hands. Was everyone going to be so possessive?

Playing into it went against everything Hyeongjun usually stood for, but he had to make the decision. He didn't want to stop.

"Hey," Hyeongjun grabbed Jooyeon's boney wrists to pull his hands away from his burning face. "Then they should hear, shouldn't they? How else will they know I'm yours today?"

"That's… true," Jooyeon answered after a moment, voice so small and uncertain that it made Hyeongjun's chest ache. "Could we do something else, though?"

Hyeongjun wasn't sure what Jooyeon had in mind, but he nodded without thinking much of it, letting Jooyeon guide him down so they were facing each other on one pillow, similar to the night before. The difference was being pulled in close, too lost in the dizzyingly gentle kiss to put together why his leg was being lifted over Jooyeon's waist until he felt his dick drag against his own.

He couldn't hold back his moan if he tried, especially with Jooyeon's hand travelling further around to his ass, the fingertip brushing over his hole making Hyeongjun's hips kick forward. Even without it actually being pushed inside, it was impossible to focus on kissing Jooyeon back, but Hyeongjun didn't mind breaking it if it meant hearing him properly.

The band had fallen out of Jooyeon's hair, making it easy for Hyeongjun to tangle his fingers in it, rewarded with a pretty sound when he tugged near his scalp. Of course Jooyeon had a beautiful singing voice, but Hyeongjun thought it had nothing on the moans tumbling from his lips, growing in volume with every desperate movement. That was what he'd wanted.

"Don't stop. Please," Hyeongjun gasped when Jooyeon moved his hand to rake his nails down his spine. "Fuck, close. So close, Jooyeon, please."

Pressing their sweaty foreheads together, Jooyeon grinded against him faster, panting harshly as they both hurtled towards the edge. Hyeongjun hadn't thought he could come that way, and it probably had more to do with Jooyeon using him to get off than what he was physically feeling, but he followed almost immediately after Jooyeon spilled onto his stomach.

It was borderline too intense—trembling as Jooyeon carefully moved his leg back down and gathered him in his arms to hold tight, neither of them caring about the mess on his skin when they needed the closeness. Hyeongjun didn't know why he'd been stripped so bare, left so vulnerable, but it was clear Jooyeon felt the same way. Maybe it was just a him thing. Jooyeon's heart had always been too big. That didn't stop him from being himself, though.

"Question," Jooyeon prodded Hyeongjun's ribs to get his attention after they properly caught their breaths. "I know it was, like, in the moment or whatever, but… you're still all mine for today, right?"

"Sure," Hyeongjun decided it would be easiest to indulge him, corners of his mouth lifting when Jooyeon wiggled happily. "Within reason. Don't make it weird. We still have work to do."

"Oh, no. I'm taking this as permission to bite Jiseokie if he comes within a metre of you," he grinned, rolling on top of Hyeongjun to keep him pinned. "And I get unlimited kisses and you can't shove me away from hugs and—"