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Jihoon gets it, he always does; whenever Soonyoung is on the stage, no matter how many people he dances with and no matter how good the other dancers are, he always stands up. The infamous Kwon Hoshi, moves and eyes as graceful as a tiger.
Seungcheol hands him another serving of a single malt–apparently, you can take Jihoon out of the household built by old money, but you can never take the old money out of him.
“Has he never really thought of going back?” Seungcheol asks, taking a sip of the alcohol in his own hand.
Jihoon’s eyes never left his boyfriend dancing on the stage; still enchanted as the other attendees are. “We’ve talked about it. He is adamant of his decision.” The younger one looks at him and smirks. “You, of all people, should be well aware of that.”
Seungcheol chuckles and shakes his head. “To be honest, I never thought I'd find someone scarier than you, Ji.”
A smile creeps on the younger's face, this time taking more than a sip of the single malt he knows Joshua convinced his childhood friend to buy; all the while, thinking of how the mighty Kwon Hoshi becomes nothing more than a puddle of goo with a single touch Jihoon willingly gives him.
Jihoon knows that the man on the stage has a lot of faces; different personas for different stages–performances as his boyfriend called it once. Each and every him is carefully curated to the likings of his audience. But, if there's a stage a stage where Kwon Hoshi strips to his very being–vulnerable and open to the element, that's when he's merely Kwon Soonyoung; on his knees, following Jihoon's movement like the sunflower to the sun, patiently waiting for the younger to give whatever applaud he could.
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Soonyoung places an arm around Jihoon and rests his palm on the small of the younger's back as the executive continues to converse with one of the endless list of middle age men who thinks their money could still warrant slavery.
“Let's go home?” Jihoon asks the older one once they're out of earshot from the other guests.
Soonyoung looks at him as he always does; Chan, Jihoon's younger brother poetically described it as if Jihoon is Dionysus and Soonyoung is his loyal devotee willing to burn each and every high horse for just a fickle of his affection. The dancer tucks the executive's long hair behind his ears before holding him right on the junction of his jaw and neck where his thumbs caress his skin.
As simple as this action is, it didn't fail to send shivers down Jihoon's spine; as all Soonyoung's simple, albeit meaningful actions.
“Only if you want to, estrella .” Soonyoung tells him softly. It's been known to everyone the performer's penchant for nicknames may it be for fun or fondness–one thing they don't know though is the plethora of endearments the older man has for his boyfriend.
One thing is for sure though, nothing would compare to the way Soonyoung always speaks Jihoon's own name. From his deep and scratchy voice in the morning upon waking up to the guttural unhinged mantra of it when they're being intimate–the feeling inside Jihoon is all the same; it's always as if fire could burn him from the inside out and he would let Soounyoung pour gasoline down his throat.
Jihoon nods and Soonyoung takes his hand and leads them out to the elevators to the parking lot where his Ducati is waiting.
Once inside their apartment, Jihoon makes a beeline for his candles and lights them around the apartment. Soonyoung likes them really, the relaxing aroma of lavender and chamomile with just a hint of vanilla and lemon–it brings him peace.
“Soonyoungie, let's take a shower together?” Jihoon invites him, his head popping from their bedroom door.
“The day I say no is the day you finally call the asylum, understand?” Soonyoung answers, chuckling as Jihoon giggles at his statement.
Once each and every piece of their clothes are off, the young executive wastes no time backing them into the shower stall and takes the younger's lips on his, making sure they're skin to skin as much as possible. Soonyoung smiles into the kiss and lets the younger man lead; making Jihoon a little more giddy definitely.
Soonyoung lets out a wanton moan once Jihoon starts invading his mouth with tongue, the muscle making sure to massage and taste his own. Once he's had enough, the dancer sucks on them, making the young executive retreat in favor of sucking and biting Soonyoung's lower lip.
The younger man turns the shower on and relishes the feeling of the warm water cascading down their bodies; his hands wandering all across Soonyoung's torso down to the dancer’s hips, making sure to brush ever so lightly near his hardening cock.
Soonyoung makes a noise that makes Jihoon smirk and when he sees the older man, the heat of the shower became nothing compared to how Soonyoung is right now–head tilted back making his Adam's apple more prominent, his hands on his hair having his biceps flexed. Jihoon gulps and licks his already wet lips from the water still cascading on their front bodies.
Jihoon finally takes Soonyoung in his hand and slowly jerks him, successfully fogging the older's mind more than it already is.
“Fucking hell, Jihoon!” Soonyoung all but groans when Jihoon's thumb brushes on the tip of his cock before his hand movement fastens a bit. He looks down to see the other focused on his task–Jihoon’s pink tongue peeking out and licking his own lips from time to time despite the water successfully soaking them from head to toe, he just couldn't help but to reach out to take Jihoon by the neck as he dives in for another kiss; doesn't really matter who's in-charge for the night, Soonyoung will never pass a chance to have Jihoon’s lips on his, to hear the younger’s sweet voice moan on the back of his throat, feel him all over. Soonyoung basks in the glory of the effect he has with Jihoon; no matter how many times he has kissed the younger, he still always ends up like jelly in his hand.
Jihoon’s hand is stuttering as he continuously moves up and down Soonyoung’s dick–attention all on Soonyoung and no one else.
The older man could feel his boyfriend’s hips starting to move, meeting his strokes as it stuttered with Soonyoung’s teasing tongue inviting his own to dance with it. Jihoon could feel him nearing his climax and one, two, tree more moves Jihoon stops all together, putting his hand on Soonyoung’s chest he steps back, his sadistic smirk painting his face so unashamed it pulls another groan of frustration from the dancer following the sound of protest upon him stopping.
“Not yet, my love.” Although Jihoon’s voice is dripping golden and sweet like the purest of honey in the forest, Soonyoung knows the promise that comes with those words. Not yet. Two simple words with thousands of possibilities and promises.
Shower is not done as fast as Soonyoung would like it to be; instead, Jihoon took his time with the both of them–scrubbing him clean as he does to the younger before making sure to lather them up with the shower gel Jihoon likes to use whenever he’s had a long day. It’s simple really, Jihoon using all his products despite Soonyoung’s own just next to his, but it makes the dancer’s heart swell–the simplicity of the branding as if telling him Jihoon and him would and should be as one in more than one way tonight.
Soonyoung takes the towel from Jihoon’s hands, making sure to dry the young executive’s mane of hair with it as much as possible. Soonyoung smiles as sees Jihoon’s soft smile with the gesture; the softness of the moment breaking with Jihoon’s hands starting to wander on his body once again–this time, finding his chest and nipples fascinating enough to starts playing with them that Soonyoung could only, once again, moan out his boyfriend’s name like a prayer of a starving man; and that’s what he is–famished for whatever Jihoon is about to serve him.
Once again, when he had his fill of teasing the dancer, Jihoon leads them back to their bedroom and Soonyoung takes note the hint of ocean smell near their bed where Jihoon asks him to lay down and sees the candles on their bedside table making Soonyoung smile as he knows this is a note Jihoon always craves for–a subtle reminder of his childhood home near the ocean.
Soonyoung folds his arms to pillow his head as he waits for Jihoon to return from the walk-in closet connected to their bedroom, willing his own cock not to harden again with the mental image of his boyfriend taking and enjoying his time going through their seemingly endless stash of supplies to play with. Don’t get him wrong, no interaction is never less than exciting for Soonyoung, but there will always be something so endearing and unbearably hot of the idea of Jihoon deciding what they should use and do.
It should be an easy task to be honest, but not when his mind is completely fogged by the different images of Jihoon and what they have shared–from when they were rowdy, hormonal, and exploring teenagers to now when they are both well-established into adulthood, not to mention with more access to different ideas.
The way they started wasn’t the fairytale everyone deems it to be, no. The way they started was full of doubt and secrets; hence, Soonyoung will surely never falter to give all the assurance and adoration Jihoon needs and wants; whether it’s warranted or not.
As the memory starts playing in his mind, he lets the palm of his right hand rubbing on his still tingling torso; memories of Jihoon’s earlier ministrations still embedded in his muscles. He bites his lips, hand deliberately not going anywhere near his awakening sex and starts remembering how Jihoon–on his own eighteenth birthday party thrown by his parents, singled out Soonyoung to go to his room and asked for a kiss.
“Why do you want me to kiss you, Jihoon-ah?” Soonyoung, clearly confused at the request.
“I just–” Jihoon sighs and looks down. Soonyoung could now clearly see the heat on the birthday celebrant’s cheeks and neck. Jihoon has always been so fair and soft looking that he had earned the nickname fairy from the people in their year. As beautiful and as cruel as a fairy as Wonwoo once said. “I just want to know what that feels like to kiss you.” Jihoon finally says, he looks up meekly at Soonyoung.
Remembering the exact moment makes Soonyoung finally brush his cock ever so lightly. The way Jihoon’s eyes shone with pure innocence for just a simple request that led to a much lesser innocent moment.
Soonyoung’s mind wanders off to the first time Jihoon had asked him if they could take things further than kissing and feeling each other’s body as his own hand starts wandering back up to play with his own nipples; slowly and lightly circling his fingers on one before moving to the other side, keeping his eyes shut feeling everything in his core and all the while low whines escapes his slowly drying mouth. Oh, Soonyoung remembers well.
The company he established with one of their older friends, Seungcheol, has just finished their biggest event in their one year of being in the industry; it earned them a total profit of half a million dollar each that made the young executive feel like everything was still a dream. By this time, they were both twenty three and Jihoon was still navigating life away from the shadows of his parents and both of them are trying to make it to the world of adulthood.
Jihoon was on top of him, sitting on his lap as they continued to make out with each other after eating the food Soonyoung prepared and downing the wine they bought the first time they got their first paychecks.
“Fuck” Soounyoung curses lowly as he plays with his nipples a little harder this time. If there’s another thing he intimately shares with Jihoon, it’s the sensitivity in this particular area.
The young at the time grinds his hips subconsciously as both their hands wander around each other's body.
“Maybe I’m not needed after all?” Soonyoung opens his eyes, hand still doing what it has been in the last five minutes.
“Always need you, my estrella .” The dancer smiles at him. Soonyoung pinches one of his hardened nubs once again, biting his lips as a moan still makes it out but never his eyes left the younger who is now walking to him; the crimson silk robe that is haphazardly tied doing little to no use and stands by the bed on Soounyoung’s right.
“What has gotten you so worked up when I wasn’t around, Youngie?” Jihoon’s eyes rake his lying form from head to toe before brushing the pads of his fingers brushes from his ankle which made the leg jerk lightly at the coldness of Jihoon’s skin, the younger’s touch moves up to Soonyoung’s toned thighs where Jihoon decides to rest his palm, squeezing it before rubbing it around, teasingly brushing the older’s balls.
“You, Jihoonie.” Soonyoung groans in answer to Jihoon’s smile as he starts rubbing his boyfriend’s cock and balls more this time. “Always you.”
“I know.” Jihoon’s eyes have never been this beautiful. Never in this moment when the younger is acknowledging just how much control he has over Soonyoung–mind, heart, and body. Everything is by the will of one and only Lee Jihoon. “No one could ever dethrone me in your life, Soonyoungie.” Jihoon moves to sit between Soonyoung’s spread legs on the bed; this time, both hands rubbing his thighs lightly. “Many have tried.”
“But no one could ever come close.” Soonyoung returns the same smile Jihoon is giving him. He watches the younger bends down before he speaks, lips hovering the dancer’s hard on.
“Because you are mine as I am yours.” Jihoon smirks at him before his tongue flatly licks Soonyoung’s cock from the base to the tip where Jihoon alternates from nipping at and giving it kitten licks.
Soonyoung’s legs buck lightly feeling Jihoon playing with his hard on with nothing but his mouth, if it weren’t for the younger’s hands on his thighs, he may have clasped his thighs with his boyfriend’s head in between. Jihoon continuously nips on the older’s dick and occasionally gives attention to his balls as his ears are filled with Soonyoung’s moans and groans, especially when he sucks on the head of his dick particularly hard having one of his hands fly to Jihoon’s still wet hair.
Jihoon chuckles at the momentary loss of control when the dancer clenches his fist around a handful of Jihoon’s hair and thrust up his mouth making both of them moan having feeling Soonyoung jab at his throat. The vibration from Jihoon elicited a series of curses from the older as he held the younger’s head still. Soonyoung makes what he is unsure if a mistake or the best decision of looking down at Jihoon–the younger’s eyes glistening and cheeks wet with tears with lines of drool down his chin as his own cock sits in his boyfriend’s mouth. No matter how many times they have become intimate, become one with him in different ways, and have seen the younger one naked as the day he was born, absolutely nothing will change.
Jihoon moans again and starts bobbing his head up and down Soonyoung’s cock, eyes never leaving each other’s gaze.
Yes, Soonyoung thinks as he groans out his boyfriend’s name–deep and full of lust laced with his pure adoration for Jihoon, nothing could and would ever change the wonder he feels every time Jihoon as much as breath.
The young executive’s head moves a little faster and partners his movements with one of his hands constantly fondling Soonyoung’s ball bringing absolute chaos to Soonyoung’s very core. The older knows what Jihoon wants for tonight, as he always does, but if the younger continues doing what he’s doing in the next few minutes, his orgasm will hit and with all the time he had been edged tonight already, it would hit them both hard.
“Jihoonie~” Soonyoung whines when the younger is not showing any sign of stopping anytime soon despite his thrusts meeting his movements. “Stop, baby.” Followed by another groan which almost sounds guttural and it makes Jihoon sucks him hard, moaning as he does, sending another electrified vibration from his cock up to his spine. “Baby, I’ll cum if you don’t stop.” A warning Jihoon takes into account before releasing his boyfriend’s cock with a pop–smiling at Soonyoung as he wipes his wet chin with the back of his right hand.
“I missed that.” Jihoon pouts. The man who has just sucked his dick like he hasn’t been fed for a month, lips still glistening with spit, and eyes still a bit teary just pouts at him. “I missed your cum in my mouth, Youngie.” He moves to crawl up to him; the fabric of his robe rubbing on his still spit covered and sensitive member. Jihoon peppers his body with kisses, feeling the heat that has been emanating off of his boyfriend below him. “Miss tasting you.” He gives another kitten lick on both his nipples which are still hard from the attention the dancer gave them earlier. Jihoon starts nibbling on his exposed skin, biting once he reaches the dancer’s collar then up to his neck. “Miss feeling the way you take me as I fuck you.” He whispers directly at Soonyoung’s ear, grinding down, having both of their cock brush against each other.
“Go on then, baby.” Soonyoung bites his lip to stop himself from smiling as he delivers a resounding slap on both Jihoon’s ass cheeks, making the younger buckle forward and moan shamelessly. “Fuck me and fill me up like the good boy that you are, hm?” And never Jihoon will ever think of not giving into Soonyoung’s orders.
Once again, Soonyoung holds Jihoon as if he keeps the other grounded; afraid that if he doesn’t hold him strong enough, he’ll float away. The younger man leans down to kiss him once more before he reaches for the blue candle on the bedside table and immediately ceases the fire before taking it with him and sitting back down on his heels between Soonyoung’s thighs.
Jihoon smiles once more and when Soonyoung gives him a nod, he tips the candle jar having the blue wax drip on Soonyoung’s chest; the dancer arches his back with the first contact of the melted wax on his skin. Having been exposed to the cold air of the air conditioned room and the internal heat from his body, the coldness that washes him everytime Jihoon edges him, and now the heat relaxing heat from the soy wax on his skin with Jihoon’s hand playing with it on his skin as it hardens–Soonyoung might go into overdrive.
Jihoon continues to pour down the melted wax on him, down to his abs where Jihoon lets out a moan feeling the sculpted abdominal muscle; although they both enjoy their time in the gym, Soonyoung’s job as a dancer make helps out to make his muscles more defined as much as it is flexible.
“I’ve always liked you in blue, Youngie~” Jihoon says, looking up at his panting boyfriend; seeing the hardening wax on his boyfriend’s body makes him giggle in delight. “Like the ocean that you are.” This time Jihoon takes Soonyoung’s cock in his hand once again, rough with some of the wax he had been playing earlier, he moves his hand up and down slowly and drips more melted on Soonyoung’s body, this time on the older man’s abdomen just above where his well-trimmed pubes rest. “Calm and beautiful; however, deadly once agitated and as you dive deeper.” Melted wax continuously poured down on him.
“And people say I’m the nice one.” Soonyoung chuckles; his boyfriend joins not long after.
Jihoon puts the jar of candle on the bedside table in favor of taking the lube back with him. “On your stomach, please.” Jihoon tells the older man which makes his boyfriend smile with pride.
“My pet is still so polite, aren’t you?” Soonyoung sits up and reaches for his face, caressing Jihoon’s blushing cheek with his thumb and Jihoon could only nod. “Always such a good boy.” Soonyoung plants a chaste kiss on his lips that got Jihoon following, but the dancer is quick to position himself as requested.
Jihoon makes sure to prepare Soonyoung well as he always does to him every time the older fucks him. Three fingers in and he has Soonyoung mewling already, knowing the feeling of having his prostate gets the minimal attention, Jihoon smiles at the feeling of Soonyoung’s hole quivering every time his fingers brush on it. Few more torturous minutes of Jihoon fingering him, Soonyoung feels his boyfriends removing his fingers from his hole. Jihoon kisses him on his lower back before requesting the older to be on his back again.
“Wanna see you.” Jihoon whines when Soonyoung teases that he’s feeling quite comfortable in his current position. Nonetheless, the older man moves to lay on his back once again.
The young executive rakes his perfectly manicured nails on the remaining candle wax on his boyfriend’s torso down to his thighs and folds it; one of his hands positioning his cock on Soonyoung’s hole and without missing a beat, sheats himself inside the dancer, making sure Soonyoung’s eyes are on his.
If heaven and hell ever do collide, this is what Soounyoung imagines it. The pure ecstasy of having Jihoon in him, with sweet torture brought upon by their shared sadistic tendencies that dances between the fine line of pleasure and pain.
Jihoon starts moving, absolutely driving the older one into sensory overdrive; the way Jihoon whips his head back as he sits still inside Soonyoung, the way his voice sounds calling out to him, and the way his hands clutch on Soonyoung’s thighs. Everything is not enough and too much at the same time.
The moment Jihoon starts moving his hips, feeling the younger man’s dick in and out of him is when Soonyoung is sure that his sanity is slowly drifting away from him. Jihoon is moving slowly, making him feel each and every crevice of his dick as Soonyoung lays there holding onto Jihoon’s arms, rubbing them up and down before Jihoon thrusts a particular angle that has has Soonyoung moaning out loud and arching his back.
“Right there, pet! Ugh.” Soonyoung encourages and the younger nods before making sure to hit that very same spot as he fastens his movement. The dancer watches his boyfriend fucks him hard and fast with the same vigor he always does when he’s the one fucking Soonyoung; it fills him with pride knowing whoever’s dick enter who, he’s still able to give the younger the pleasure that has him rolling his eyes.
The dancer once again can’t help letting out a lurid moan with a mantra of the younger’s name as Jihoon starts jerking him in rhythm of his thrusts. Soonyoung sees Jihoon glowing with the dim light of their bedroom with the help of the still lit candles and can’t help but reach out to squeeze Jihoon’s muscled chest. Soonyoung can’t even count the times he internally has to fight himself from doing just that; right now he has no argument to himself. So, Soonyoung, continues to gather his remaining wits with his looming orgasm, feeling Jihoon’s movements stutter with his own getting closer.
“That’s it, baby.” Soonyoung pinches both of Jihoon’s nipples hard that it made the younger thrust particularly hard jabbing at his boyfriend’s prostate that has Soonyoung shaking with the intensity of his orgasm with the younger following as the older’s hold on his chest tightens as well as where they’re connected. Jihoon loudly calls out his boyfriend’s name bordering on actual shouting as he continuously finishes inside Soonyoung, his hand seemingly moving by itself as he jerks the older, his cum joining the remaining wax on his stomach and some on his chest.
Jihoon stays seated on the bed for a while before Soonyoung moves him to lay down beside him and proceeds to wipe the cum off him before proceeding to clean Jihoon up also.
“Hi.” Jihoon smiles at him as Soonyoung lays beside him on his side, propping an arm to lay on his palm.
“There’s my good boy.” Soounyoung returns the smile; his other hand reaching to brush some of the younger’s hair out of his face. “How are you?” He asks.
Jihoon rolls to lay on Soonyoung in response, caging the older’s hips between his thighs and lays his head on the dancer’s chest.
“Oh, you’re slipping under, huh?” Soonyoung’s fond smile never faltered upon realizing Jihoon’s current state. He pets the younger’s head with his right hand on the rhythm of the lullaby he is currently humming; Soonyoung doesn’t know exactly where they got it, he knows it’s a French song, but it always does a good job relaxing Jihoon and keeping him afloat at a space space whenever he slips under. His other hand’s fingers start dancing on the younger’s back-feeling the smooth and white expanse of Jihoon’s back, his humming continues, once in a while singing the lyrics, the actual French words he remembers from all those times they both listen to it.
Soonyoung peppers his boyfriend’s face with kisses seeing how blown his eyes still are; being under really does make Jihoon look more like those European he had seen on antique shops in Prague once. Soonyoung’s wandering hand reaches Jihoon’s bottom, playfully reaching for the younger’s hole, he lets out a chuckle of both surprise and delight feeling the surprise his boyfriend has for him.
“That explains why it took you a while, huh?” He pecks Jihoon’s lips and only gets a smile in response. “My smart pet has really prepared everything.” Soonyoung then taps and moves the plug in Jihoon, making the younger mewl.
Soonyoung chuckles and grabs a handful of Jihoon’s hair before devouring his lips once again. The night is still young after all.