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Ricky’s leather jacket presses a tiny bit harder against the muscles on his back, caused by Jiwoong nuzzling his helmet-covered cheek against it. He smiles to himself, small, but nonetheless meaningful. Ricky has no doubt Jiwoong is yawning, the sun is setting and they’ve both had a busy evening, so Ricky has little lack of certainty that Jiwoong is tired. After all, he was the one that convinced his butterfly to go for a ride after a packed schedule, knowing they had some free days ahead of them.
It’s a quiet night, something of a contrast to the rest of their day. Jiwoong is sitting behind Ricky on his bike, wearing a helmet where Ricky is not. (He always tells Jiwoong to wear a helmet. Always.“Listen to me, angel, you have to wear a helmet like a good boy” he says, knows Jiwoong wants nothing more, “A princess should always be protected,”) The wind whips past them, and Ricky berates himself for not giving his jacket to Jiwoong to keep him warm. And isn’t that a thought, Ricky backtracks, Jiwoong wearing his jacket, all nice and comfy, maybe that’s the only thing he’s wearing-
“Tired, doll?” Ricky asks as he pulls up to a stoplight, interrupting his spiraling thoughts, voice not much louder than the engine as it quiets. Jiwoong makes a noise against his back, something sounding like an mhm but it’s small and unfocused. Ricky chuckles to himself, starts driving when the light turns green, and continues, “Alright baby, you just hold on tight and close your eyes,” and as soon as he speaks it, Jiwoong is pulling his arms tighter around Ricky’s waist. Ricky can guess Jiwoong’s eyes are closed as well. He takes a pause, and then Ricky asks, gentle as possible over the roar of the engine, “Are you feeling soft, bǎo bèi?”
It’s not unlikely, Ricky thinks. It’s been a lively day, a lively week too. They’ve been running around, completing tasks and filming content. Spending a day with Ricky, using all his energy, always gets Jiwoong a little disconnected—not all the way, that requires some dedication from Ricky—but it gets Jiwoong vulnerable in all the right ways. They had a long talk before, which was a new experience for Jiwoong. Ricky had kept an arm wrapped around Jiwoong all day; however, when they went for dinner, Ricky watched Jiwoong sit next to him, as he let his hand reach up to rest on Jiwoong’s neck, and that’s when Ricky saw it: the little sigh, the soft eyes. Now, Jiwoong is always sweet, always Ricky’s sweet boy, but Jiwoong in this headspace?, it only brings more of a spotlight to that sweetness. When Ricky saw that, it didn’t take him long to decide to head home early.
The members didn’t let him off easy. They always tease Ricky about how he’s actually a softie, all soft edges for Jiwoong, and Jiwoong always laughs along with them. They both know it’s true. Ricky can wear his dark and brooding façade but Jiwoong, who wears his heart on his sleeve, will be bright and sweet. Ricky can intimidate anyone away, until he gets his eyes on one Jiwoong, and he transforms into an entirely different person. He’s utterly devoted to the beauty on his back, they said, and he's perfectly happy with it. Ricky can shut up Matthew and Gyuvin’s taunts with a glare, because they can joke, Ricky thinks, but they’re all bark. They’re a big family, and that’s a small price to pay when you’re in love.
Jiwoong takes a bit of a pause to answer, either contemplating his response or just not aware enough to understand the question at first, but he answers with that same mhm noise that makes Ricky smile.
“Okay bǎo bèi, that’s good. You just hold on tight okay? We’re almost home, almost, and then I’m gonna take care of you,” and Jiwoong makes a happy sigh as he rests his head back in between the shoulder blades of Ricky’s back.
Ricky speeds through the dashing streets of Seoul, and maybe drives well over the speed limit, but nobody’s looking.
When Ricky finally gets the door to the dorm open, he tosses his keys on the counter and toes of his shoes before turning to Jiwoong. And oh ,
What a sight he is.
His hair is mussed from the helmet, fluffy and unkept. Shirt sliding down one shoulder with half lidded eyes that look up to him. Jiwoong’s lips are nice and red; he has a habit of biting at them. He looks - fuck, he looks good. He looks real good. His babygirl is a stunner, his unique butterfly, his .
He steps closer and grabs the hand Jiwoong reaches out to him, gently pulls Jiwoong toward him. His hands move to the older boy’s hips, using that bit of momentum to bring Jiwoong’s waist to meet his. And Jiwoong just - he just melts right into that touch. He lets Ricky hold him close, real close, and goes soft. God, Ricky loves soft Jiwoong. It takes all that innocence and sweetness that Jiwoong’s filled to the brim with, and multiplies it, so Jiwoong is just fucking spilling over with it. Ricky doesn’t know what he did to deserve a love like this but he’s holding on for as long as he can.
And Ricky doesn’t deserve his boy, he doesn’t. Some days are harder than others, filled with thoughts of not being enough for him. Sometimes it gets to him. Late nights after they fuck, throughout long days and the early mornings where Ricky always seems to wake up hours before him, filled with memories of their first interactions, not being able to get close to him, always on the sidelines. It gets to him, how much he doesn’t deserve Jiwoong, and it gets him cold and closed off again. He can’t believe the universe finally is letting him share his life with him-
Jiwoong’s hand comes to Ricky’s cheek.
Ricky looks down at mim, makes eye contact and he knows, he fucking knows. You’re good, Jiwoong’s eyes implore, you’re good.
Jiwoong’s always there when it gets to him.
And even if Ricky doesn’t think it to be true, he’ll take anything Jiwoong gives him.
He kisses him, can’t bear to do anything else. He kisses him, almost as sweet a kiss as Jiwoong is a person but that’s an impossible standard to meet. Jiwoong whimpers into it, letting Ricky’s hands roam and yeah, Ricky decides with finality, he’ll devote himself to be the person Jiwoong deserves.
He pulls back, letting his hand drop to Jiwoong's pants. He presses his palm on it, rubs it up and down before he looks back to Jiwoong and Jiwoong is panting a bit, all gaspy and shallow breaths.
“Ricky ,” he whimpers.
Ricky feels his dick twitch in his pants.
Fuck, they’ve gotta get to the bedroom before Ricky just fucks him on the hallway floor.
Ricky kisses him, brings his hand to the back of his neck—Jiwoong shivers with it—and uses his hand to guide them forward. He places kisses continuously, has to make sure Jiwoong stays present for now. They walk through the threshold to their shared bedroom, chest to chest, Jiwoong following Ricky with wide eyes. His hands move to Jiwoong’s torso, grab the material of his shirt and pull it over Jiwoong's head. Jiwoong moves his hands straight up, lets Ricky pull the shirt off, before his hands fall to rest by his side. “Pants, baby, off,” he instructs, pushes the pants down for Jiwoong and has him kick them off.
“On the bed, go on doll,” Ricky commands as gently as he can, “on your stomach.” Jiwoong stumbles, something clumsy, to the bed. It seems like he’s always overwhelmed with the need to obey, when he’s like this and when he’s not, and Ricky wants to indulge Jiwoong as much as he can.
Ricky strips his clothes as he watches Jiwoong climb onto the bed, stomach down like he said. It’s graceful and soft but Ricky can see how much Jiwoong needs attention, needs to be fucked. “Spread your legs a little more, there you go bǎo bèi, good boy,” Jiwoong preens under the praise, all smiles and blushing and so fucking cute. Ricky grabs the lube, coats his fingers, rubbing at Jiwoong's exposed rim and Jiwoong is singing. A choked off noise of shock and then a moan of satisfaction.
Now, Ricky has to be careful when he fingers Jiwoong open. He has to take it slow when Jiwoong is like this, has to take his time; be his greatest spectator and spend some minutes with one finger, and then another, and then another. A well placed nip at his nipples with a finger rubbing against that sweet spot can send him reeling. It’s so fucking beautiful, though, seeing his princess lose himself to the pleasure, see any lasting tension leave him as he goes a little limp. But Ricky has to save it, has to make it good and make it last.
He’ll take some time, make it feel good but not too good. “Angel, hey,” Ricky brings his hand up a little closer to Jiwoong's face, taps gently a few times to get Jiwoong’s attention. His beauty lets out a noise of discomfort, but Ricky knows Jiwoong will listen to him. It’s hard for Jiwoong to stay grounded sometimes, so Ricky knows to help him be good. Ricky wants to help him be good.
“Ricky-ah ,” Jiwoong moans. Ricky pushes in one finger up to his knuckle, rubs nice and slow around Jiwoong’s rim. He brings the lube to pour some on, a tad bit more.
Jiwoong squirms in front of him, whimpers into the sheets as he writhes. Ricky loves it when Jiwoong is feeling good. “Butterfly, grab my hand, there you go, can’t go yet baby,” he squeezes Jiwoong's hand as he holds it in his left, gotta keep him grounded. “I know, I know, getting all soft just from some fingers,” Jiwoong moans while Ricky talks. His boyfriend rubs his second finger and it feels so good.
Another squeeze to Jiwoong’s hand and he’s whining, but he has no desire or intention to resist Ricky. He blinks a few times, tries to refocus himself and help.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by Ricky, he sees his doll trying to focus—so proud of him—and he rewards him with another finger. He brings a finger alongside the other two, slow, pushes it in while Jiwoong’s moans are muffled by the sheets. “Almost done baby,” another squeeze to his hand. Ricky moves his fingers around, stretching him. He brings his thumb to rub at that feel-good spot behind Jiwoong’s balls, next to where his fingers fuck his boy, but it’s only a reward for Jiwoong trying so hard to stay settled.
“Look at you, doing so good. Almost done, almost got you all stretched,” he coos at Jiwoong, watches as his cute brunette grabs at the bed sheets.
Ricky’s fingers fuck Jiwoong, deeper rather than fast. His intention is to stretch Jiwoong, and while he wants Jiwoong to feel good while he does, he can’t go feeling too good. Ricky brings his fingers a little bit out, stretches two of them and Jiwoong moans with the motion. His little hole is tight, always has been, but it stretches so readily for Ricky. He does it for a few more minutes, rubs his fingers into Jiwoong and lets Jiwoong rock back into it a bit. Kisses placed on the back of his thighs, a few bites at Jiwoong’s ass. When Ricky can feel Jiwoong is open enough, he brings his fingers away with one last rub at Jiwoong’s rim, red and waiting to be fucked.
“Gonna fuck you now, princess,” Ricky purrs, “Make you cum, get you all soft,” he promises as he places kisses up the curve of Jiwoong’s spine. Jiwoong makes a strangled noise, something full of desperation and want spurred by Ricky’s words. Ricky’s been hard for awhile now, and the idea of fucking Jiwoong makes his cock throb. He climbs his way up, resting a bit on Jiwoong, letting his dick rest in the crease of his ass. He kisses Jiwoong’s shoulders while his hand reaches for the lube bottle, “Are you going to let me fuck the cum out of you, sweetheart?” He sits up on his knees and watches as he squirts some lube on his dick, cock snug in the cheeks of Jiwoong’s little butt, and then he’s holding the base of his cock and rubbing the head against the rim of Jiwoong’s hole, and-
“Fuck, angel,” he groans, his hard cock pushing past that ring of muscle that’s still a little tight even after spending so much time with prep, “Fuck” And Jiwoong is absolutely gone, feeling all good and moaning “RickyRickyRicky,” in time with each of Ricky’s thrusts. Ricky’s body cages Jiwoong’s, hands resting next to his head, legs layered on top of legs. Each push and pull of Ricky’s hips makes Jiwoong bounce with it, completely limp and moveable to Ricky’s liking. He folds down and bites at Jiwoong’s shoulder, his love making a whine of pleasure. He stretches back out, looks down to where his dick fucks into Jiwoong’s hole—stretched wide around his cock, nice and red and soft—before he’s looking to Jiwoong’s face where it’s resting on its side on the bed and yeah, his doe-eyes are half lidded and unfocused and so blown and god it makes Ricky so fucking-
“Ricky-ah, Ricky, mmh,Ricky, ”
Feral .
Jiwoong makes Ricky fucking feral.
He growls, ruts hard into his boyfriend and then he’s pushing harder and making Jiwoong bounce a bit because he knows the bed rubbing against his babygirl’s cock must be doing wonders for him.
“Butterfly, you gotta cum, you gotta cum,” because Ricky is about to blow his load because Jiwoong is clenching down hard on his cock but that also means that Jiwoong’s close. And Jiwoong is probably too far gone to understand what Ricky’s saying but Jiwoong definitely understands what a hand grabbing the back of his neck means, what a deep grind of his boyfriend’s cock and then hard thrusts mean, and then his cockhead rubs hard against the bed and it takes less than 0.2 seconds of the slow building orgasm to take a hold of him and he’s crying a choked out “Ri-cky,” and holy shit Jiwoong clenches down so fucking hard-
“Fuck, baby, fuck-” and Ricky groans, pushes in deep and then he’s coming, grinding into Jiwoong’s ass. It takes the breath out of him, gasping and panting while Jiwoong is just crying out with the stimulation of Ricky moving around still inside him. “God,” Ricky exhales. Takes a few deep breaths. His arms lower himself on top of Jiwoong, blanketing his body with his own. A happy little sigh comes from Jiwoong, content to stay down for now.
Ricky doesn’t pull out, knows Jiwoong needs him to stay close when he’s like this. Needs his cock inside him for a bit, needs it there when he’s coming back down or else it’ll end in tears. Ricky is more than happy to provide that for Jiwoong. He’s going to provide anything and everything for Jiwoong.
He breathes into his butterfly’s neck, and places a kiss there. And when Jiwoong’s hand reaches for Ricky’s, Ricky grabs it and smiles.