#top jongdae

He'd fully intended just to check whether or not Jongdae was awake, that was all, but now Jongdae sighed and stretched and rolled his hips sleepily up and against Minseok's hand and how was he supposed to just ignore that? It was unreasonable, expecting him to ignore the soft whining noise Jongdae breathed out as Minseok wrapped a hand around him, the way Jongdae's tongue flickered out to wet his lips as he arched just slightly off the bed. He couldn't, so he didn't. He dipped down to wake Jongdae up with a kiss instead.

It was an honest to god moan Minseok got out of him as Jongdae slowly rose past the surface of consciousness, sighed directly into his mouth so he could swallow it. Keep it. Bring it out on lonely nights to turn over and over in his hands, the memory of Jongdae's voice strangled and thick and gasping.

Outside there were ten inches of snow on the ground. Streets were closed. Thousands were out of power. Snow tires or chains were required on all roads. There were ten inches of snow outside, but inside Minseok was curled up warm against Jongdae's side, hanging over him, holding onto him. They couldn't get anywhere and even if they could there was nowhere to go, everything snowed over and everybody snowed in, so they slept in in the ethereal glow of a snow-covered world.

"Good morning," Jongdae sighed, voice creaking a little in his chest. "Time is it?"

"Dunno." Minseok kissed his jawline, his throat, nuzzling into the hollow where his neck met his shoulders and nipping at the cream bronzed skin. "We're not late for anything."

"That's - ah--" Jongdae rolled his hips, eyes fluttering closed. "Why are you being like this to me?"

"Because it snowed," Minseok said. "And we're naked. And I like you." He pushed up, swinging over to straddle Jongdae's hips, breath catching in his chest as he settled down against Jongdae's intoxicating heat. "I know we just had sex a couple hours ago--"

Jongdae's cock twitched between them. "So?" he asked, eyes going dark as he sat up slowly.

"So - so don't feel pressured--"

"I never feel pressured," Jongdae interrupted, twisting to dump Minseok on his back on the mattress and settle between his legs, hands bracketing Minseok's head. "Do you want me to fuck you? Cause I wanna fuck you."

"You're so greasy," Minseok said back, but his voice was shaking. "Y-yeah - yeah, I mean. I want to have sex."

It had only been a few hours since they'd woken up before sunrise when their alarms went off for work, only to find seven inches of snow outside. Minseok said he liked it and Jongdae had, of course, responded with: "want me to slip you seven inches of something else?"

("Hmm," Minseok had said in mock-thoughtful tones. "You know, I'd love that, but I'd be willing to settle for three." Jongdae had fucked him extra hard for that, and wouldn't let him come until he agreed that his dick was at least five inches.)

Jongdae had indeed slipped him [redacted] inches at that point, taking it slow, teasing, filling him up with lube and come, and when Jongdae slipped a hand between Minseok's thighs he swirled his fingers through the slick, still leaking slowly out of him even now.

He pushed in two fingers first and Minseok put up almost no resistance, groaning and sinking down onto his fingers. "You're still so wet, hyung." Jongdae's voice was soft, gentle. Like he wasn't about to fuck his boyfriend into the mattress. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were already prepped and lubed you. I could almost fuck you without even--"

"Do that," Minseok gasped, using his heels to pull Jongdae in as close as he could. "I'm - if it doesn't work the lube's right there, but--"

Jongdae pulled his fingers out, wiping them clean on Minseok's inner thigh before pushing his knees up (bringing his ass off the bed) and leaning down to kiss him. "I'll be careful," he murmured, and sank slowly down into Minseok's heat.

Minseok had seen bigger dicks than Jongdae's (not in person, unfortunately) but sometimes when he was being filled up so completely like this he couldn't even imagine how anything bigger would feel. He had to focus on his breathing and try not to put too much air into gasping and whining as Jongdae invaded him deep, forehead pressed to his clavicles as he fought for breath. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Minseok said. He was mostly okay. The slide was fine, but the stretch took a little getting used to. "Just - just gimme a minute--"

"Ten seconds," Jongdae groaned against him, teeth closing on Minseok's throat.

"Forty-five, Jongdae, come on--"

"Twenty seconds."

"Thirty, I can do thirty, o-oh, oh fuck--"

"It's been thirty seconds," Jongdae sighed, breath tight in his throat as he pulled almost all the way out and then slowly back in. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Yeah," Minseok said, and held on for dear life.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Minseok said, glaring at his throat in the mirror. "Just because we're snowed in today doesn't mean I can afford to go in to work tomorrow looked like I was savaged by an octopus."

"Temperatures are predicted to stay below freezing through Friday," Jongdae said, coming up behind him to wrap both arms in his rib cage and nuzzle behind his ear. "The snow's probably sticking around until Saturday at the earliest, and neither of us have chains or snow tires. We're stuck here." He kissed Minseok on the shoulder with a quick pop. "I'll go make some coffee."

"Wait--"

Jongdae skidded to a stop halfway out of the bathroom. "Yeah?"

"I'm topping later," Minseok said. "Mark my words."

Jongdae saluted. "You and I are on the same page, sir."