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Jinyoung didn’t like how Shinwoo held back. It wasn’t like either of them were still young and they were just holding back because of some age consideration, and certainly they both knew what sex was, but every time Jinyoung tried to initiate something past making out, Shinwoo would draw away and find some reason to get out of the situation. True, on many occasions they had been interrupted, since living in a dorm with the rest of their group made real alone time difficult, especially with the additional staff that either chose to room in with them for the week, but Jinyoung would lose count of how many times he could have totally gotten Shinwoo off if only the man had let him. It was getting to a point where his abstinence formed a wedge in their relationship, pushing the two of them apart, though Jinyoung knew that for his part, he could have been a little more gentle and understanding. After all relationships weren’t all about the sex, but Jinyoung needed it. Maybe it was his hormones, maybe it was a mindset he had that it was time for them to take their relationship just that one huge step further… whatever it was, despite how much Shinwoo was quietly refusing his advances, Jinyoung wanted to make him cave. He knew to anyone else it sounded kind of ridiculous, that he sounded like one of those pushy-asshole types of boyfriends, but he knew from his heart and his mind (as in, he didn’t just know from hispenis) that Shinwoo was just… nervous, but he was ultimately ready. Who wouldn’t be, having sex for the first time? Yes, that was natural, and although Jinyoung was getting exhausted with having to initiate such things (first kiss, first time holding hands, first timefeeding each other), he liked Shinwoo too much to complain about it just yet. The fact that Shinwoo was so genuine and humble made it no better, but this time around it was really starting to get to Jinyoung. As naïve, assuming and selfish as he might’ve sounded to think so, he knew Shinwoo wanted it too: he could tell by the way Shinwoo gripped him when they kissed, by the way his hips moved forward to press against Jinyoung’s thigh, the hardness in his pants very difficult to ignore. The way he moved Jinyoung to the bed, hands pressing urgently into random spots on Jinyoung’s body: his hips, his sides, his thighs. It was just when Jinyoung started reaching for zippers or hems of shirts, slipping his hand past waistbands that made Shinwoo rigid – and not in that way, either.

Jinyoung just wanted to make him feel good. As if it wasn’t too much watching how Shinwoo moved on stage, watching him sweat from it was irritatingly attractive enough, not to mention the way people touched him. All the leader wanted was to stake his claim, and though nobody else was to know about it at least next time someone smoothed their hand down his back (unnecessarily, Jinyoung might add, though that may be his jealousy speaking) at least he knew that he’d slept with that and just feel the satisfaction of knowing so.

Now if Shinwoo would just stop avoiding heated situations, he might actually get somewhere.

The kiss had started off slow, though Jinyoung knew that they both knew at the back of their minds that they never just kissed. Jinyoung would always try something, or Shinwoo would at least do his fair share of fumbling, which was enough to get Jinyoung’s mind exploding with thoughts of possibilities. Yet tonight things were going particularly slow, and even when Jinyoung slipped a hand under Shinwoo’s shirt and scraped his nails gently at the soft skin at the small of his boyfriend’s back, the other didn’t respond, which was better than a negative retaliation, even if on its own it seemed rather disheartening. With a small groan into the kiss, Shinwoo shifted Jinyoung to sit better against him in his lap, the tent in his pants hard against Jinyoung’s own. Beneath his grey sweatpants, Jinyoung knew, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. It was obvious by the way his dick was sitting, and the thought brought a pleased smile to the younger’s face as he secured his arms around Shinwoo’s neck, running a hand through those famously soft locks, hoisting himself up a little to rub his ass against that crotch, feeling the other hesitate, but not stop. But he didn’t let that get his hopes up, because Shinwoo did this all the time. He seemed okay with it but in fact he wasn’t, and Jinyoung had learned that his co-operation in itself was not a sign that he was ready to go the whole way. But tonight Jinyoung had made sure to be particularly suggestive over dinner and he was hoping Shinwoo would finally get the message.

A small exhale escaped from Shinwoo’s lips as Jinyoung glided his hand over his boyfriend’s bulge, finding it difficult not to just grasp it and start pumping away. No, he wanted to draw this whole thing out for as long as possible so as to tease Shinwoo and make him comeforJinyoung rather than come after Jinyoung. The leader was sick of being the one to have to ask to get something when he just wanted that something to happen on its own. He wanted Shinwoo to want to know him, but not only because he’d asked him too, and as Jinyoung rocked his body forward, their crotches meeting in a single, firm rub, the way Shinwoo’s hands flew to his hips, fingers sliding over Jinyoung’s ass as if he didn’t quite know where to touch made Jinyoung smile just a little, allowing himself some satisfaction over the flustered state of the other male. Progress was progress, and when Jinyoung repeated the action, his mouth still against Shinwoo’s in a kiss that hadn’t lost any of the heat it had begun with, that pair of capable hands lifted him out of their owner’s lap and Jinyoung was pushed back against the bed, the disconnection of their lips allowing Shinwoo to take his shirt off, Jinyoung’s own joining his not moments later. While he had been restraining his thoughts before, now Jinyoung let them sail in every which direction as a small groan was made into the kiss, Shinwoo settling comfortably, almost urgently between Jinyoung’s parted legs, his previously neat hair a mess. Running his hands through them, Jinyoung couldn’t help but give a small chuckle at the way Shinwoo was now sweeping Jinyoung’s hair back, tugging his lower lip between his teeth, his breathing starting to grow shallow. It was dark in the room but the light that came in through the window was enough to illuminate the soft curve of Shinwoo’s biceps, the outline of his torso, making his hipbones look all the more tempting. A nudge, and Jinyoung tilted his head to the side to allow Shinwoo access as he started to nip his way down the side of his neck. He was doing it with an impatience that the leader had never felt from him before and the thought that came to his head, that maybe tonight was the night, was immediately confirmed when Shinwoo put a hand over Jinyoung’s, the one that had been stroking over the delicious bump of his hipbone, and lowered it into his pants, guiding those slender fingers to wrap around his cock, the contact making the muscle twitch right in Jinyoung’s hands.

“Fuck…,” Jinyoung had never heard Shinwoo swear before, and under the circumstances it made it sound all the more pleasant to Jinyoung’s ears, the noise going straight to his own groin. He began moving his hands at a pace he knew was achingly slow up and down his boyfriend’s member, passing his thumb over the slit before his hand travelled south again, opening his eyes for a moment to glance at the door he knew was closed and locked. Everyone else was asleep, nobody was aware that they were together like this, but that didn’t mean he could be as loud as he wanted, yet Shinwoo’s chest heaving against his own, hard breathing in his ear and ministrations at the base of his neck told Jinyoung it was an impossible task to stay quiet and he let out a small moan as Shinwoo’s mouth made its way along his collarbone. Fingers were played against Jinyoung’s nipples, and he found himself unable to hold back, his hand leaving the hot insides of the grey sweatpants and scrabbling to hold onto Shinwoo’s wrists as Shinwoo pressed and pinched at all the sweet spots along Jinyoung’s torso, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. And it seemed that he did because as if the fingers had not been enough, Shinwoo flicked his tongue once against the hardened bud of Jinyoung’s nipple, the sensation left behind from the previous pinching combined with the pucker of his lips around it as Shinwoo began sucking made Jinyoung wonder if all this time, Shinwoo had been the one teasing him, watching him become frustrated only to know at the back of his mind that he was going to give it to him good one day. The thought of that made Jinyoung feel weak, never mind the way Shinwoo was now freeing Jinyoung’s jeans and underwear from his hips – it was an odd habit Jinyoung had developed, wearing his skinny jeans to sleep – but Shinwoo made quick work of them as if they hadn’t been like a second skin, discarding them immediately, not hesitating much at the sight of his boyfriend’s slender frame completely exposed before him. The air was cold but the combination of their body heat made it bearable.

Shinwoo’s eyes traveled over his boyfriend’s skin, appreciating every bare inch of it, holding onto one of his hands as he lowered his mouth to the base of Jinyoung’s cock, mouthing against it, his tongue following the ridge of one of the veins. It was a move Jinyoung had been totally unprepared for and he jerked forward involuntarily, only to be flattened against the bed with Shinwoo’s other hand at his thigh. He led Jinyoung’s own hand to the back of his head, freeing up his own to hold Jinyoung completely still as he kissed his way up his shaft, engulfing half of his cock in one go with ease, and if Jinyoung had been able to pay enough attention to the way Shinwoo was letting his tip touch the inside of the older’s cheek, tongue pressed up against the underside of his shaft as he slipped Jinyoung further into his mouth, he would have realized that Shinwoo did, actually, know exactly what he was doing and he was doing it with an effortlessness that could not be afforded to anyone who had either not ever done this before or had been going over it for a long time in his mind.  But Jinyoung was too busy letting his moans filter out into the room, not knowing whether to be mad or happy, mad because Shinwoo was making a mess out of him already and they hadn’t even gotten to the sex, or happy because this was exactly what he wanted. Still in hindsight he was used to being the tease, and now that Shinwoo was the one rendering him helpless it made him feel like he hadn’t been able to keep up his game. The slight annoyance he felt at himself however quickly dissipated only to be replaced by overwhelming pleasure when he felt Shinwoo’s lips touch the base of his cock, the feeling of having such tight, wet heat wrapped around his length unlike anything Jinyoung had ever experienced, beyond the scope of all he had ever thought it would feel like and he thrust up, barely feeling Shinwoo force him back down, too busy groaning at the feeling of his boyfriend’s cheeks hollowed around his dick. A few bobs of his head and Shinwoo already had Jinyoung ready to be tipped over the edge, but of course the former didn’t let that happen and when Jinyoung let out what would be his last, strangled cry at the dart of Shinwoo’s tongue across the head of his cock, he pulled away with a loud inhale, with Jinyoung’s eyes flying open and whining at the loss, only to focus his mouth on kisses at the back of Jinyoung’s thighs. The occasional passing of his fingers over Jinyoung’s entrance made the younger shudder in anticipation, tensing up each time it happened, and Shinwoo, sensing his boyfriend’s apprehension, made his way back up to cup one of his cheeks with a hand, stroking his thumb at the edge of Jinyoung’s eyes as he looked into them with a characteristically tender and reassuring gaze.

“Don’t worry,” Shinwoo mumbled, his eyes never leaving Jinyoung’s. Jinyoung swore that at that moment he had already dipped his fingertip just inside his entrance, as if Shinwoo had really thought talking him through it would be enough to alleviate any of the discomfort and pain he would be feeling. “I’ll be gentle,” I’m always gentle. He finished his five word speech with a kiss that had Jinyoung’s heart racing off at a mile a second again, his tough façade crumbling instantly against his boyfriend’s unwavering sensitivity, nodding and finally letting his nervousness show through his words as he told Shinwoo that he was ready and to just take it slow.

How he had managed to lubricate his fingers, Jinyoung didn’t know, but the instant one of them slid into him, Jinyoung reached out with one of his hands to grasp the arm of his boyfriend, knowing he should’ve known that Shinwoo would have covered all the bases to make this experience as comfortable as possible for both of them.  As unnecessary as it was deemed to be between two guys, Jinyoung wouldn’t doubt it if someone told him Shinwoo even had a box of condoms, but they had talked about it before and Shinwoo had agreed that they wouldn’t need one. It was painful and made Jinyoung squirm, but he did his best to keep down about it and become accustomed to the feeling, and when another finger found its way in, Jinyoung found a way to move himself against them so that it didn’t feel so foreign, knowing this was nothing compared to how Shinwoo would feel inside him. And God, Shinwoo. It was impossible not to notice how big he was, especially when the damned stylists made him wear white pants, and when Shinwoo decided Jinyoung was ready, he positioned himself between his leader’s legs, a hand around his own cock to guide himself in, Jinyoung couldn’t help but curse his good luck.

It would hurt. But he knew that once he got used to it, he would only be thinking about how amazing it felt.

To muffle the strangled moan that would inevitably be torn from Jinyoung’s mouth, Shinwoo kissed him with a firmness that was nevertheless overshadowed by the sharp sensation Jinyoung felt as that cock breached his entrance, their groans mingling amidst the mess of tongue and uneven breaths they called a kiss. Shinwoo furrowed his brows at the sheer tightness – his judgement of just how tight it would be had been wrong, he realized – and he tried not to let his uneasiness over the situation manifest itself as he only guided himself further in, Jinyoung arching his hips into the movement, knowing that it was now or never and he didn’t want to ruin it by backing out because he was too afraid of how he was making Jinyoung feel. Pausing before he was fully in to allow Jinyoung some time to adjust, to get used to him, Shinwoo kept up his promise, stroking his fingers soothingly against that one slick of skin on Jinyoung’s arm that was the one spot the leader always liked to be touched to be calmed right down from a tantrum, whispering, though weakly, into his ear that he loved him. It wasn’t the first time he had ever said this but it made a tingle go right down Jinyoung’s spine and he nodded, unable to form a response, mustering up the last bit of pride he had about being the one in control of the relationship to wrap his legs around Shinwoo’s waist, pulling their bodies closer together and moaning as the action made Shinwoo’s cock slide deeper inside him.

It didn’t take long after that.

Shinwoo had supported himself up on his elbows, his kisses short and harsh between pants as he worked his hips against Jinyoung, the friction so hot Jinyoung could no longer remember whether or not Shinwoo had actually used lube this time round. Not that it mattered, with his walls becoming so raw, so sensitive that he swore he could feel every groove of Shinwoo’s cock as it slammed into him, neither of them bothering to let their awareness of where they were and who they were with inside the dorm restricting them to stifled sounds of pleasure – it was their first time, and they wanted to let it play out exactly the way it should have. Eventually Jinyoung found his bearings, twisting a hand in Shinwoo’s hair to tug him forward, their tongues clashing together, making plans to turn the situation over (literally) until, as if on cue, Shinwoo’s hand found itself around Jinyoung’s dick and he began jerking him off to the tempo of his thrusts, rendering Jinyoung helpless again, his hands scrabbling for purchase on another he could get his fingers around, the combination of it all, the mouth, the rock of Shinwoo’s hips against his, the expert grip around his member working him towards his orgasm. He came before Shinwoo did, almost when Shinwoo’s hand was beginning to hurt from all the stroking he was doing, and the older dropped his hand with an almost relieved grunt, lifting Jinyoung’s legs just a little more and squeezing his eyes shut when the small shift changed how everything felt, sweat dotting his brow as his pace reached its maximum, his arms growing weak as he continued to support himself on his elbows. His groans were punctuated with stunted bursts of incoherent sentences, Jinyoung unable to ignore the way Shinwoo’s stomach tightened, the way the veins on the side of his boyfriend’s neck popped out from all the strain, gave the other encouraging moans, knowing just how to lower his voice to make Shinwoo go crazy. Moving his hands to brush feverishly through Jinyoung’s hair, the older came within a few roughly placed thrusts that had Jinyoung arching his back off the mattress, barely containing the strained noise that was elicited from his mouth at how it felt to be filled.

When it was all over, when they had both caught their breath, and when Shinwoo slowly pulled out, their foreheads still pressed together as their pants mingled in the air between them, Jinyoung couldn’t help but shoot a pathetic glare at the other, coupling it with a push against Shinwoo’s chest.

“You liar,” he huffed. “You said you were too nervous to do any of this,”

“I wasn’t lying… I was just seeing how long you could take it before you gave in yourself,”

“Shin Dongwoo, I swear…,”