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Almost immediately after shutting off his live, Sungho hears a knock at the door of his hotel room. He stretches his arms out in front of him, stiff from sitting for so long, and walks over to the door. It’s probably Woonhak, he thinks, since he’d left not too long ago to hang out with Taesan while Sungho was live. He pulls it open, ready to scold his roommate for not bringing a key with him when he left, but is met with someone else.
“Jaehyun?”
“Family, huh?”
Jaehyun pushes through the door, clearly not very concerned about an invitation inside, and steps up right in front of Sungho with an amused look on his face. “Haven't heard that one before,”
With each of Jaehyun's steps closer, Sungho steps back, until he feels his leg hit the edge of the bed closest to the door. “What are you talking about?”
“You 'can’t date me' because we’re 'family', Sungho-yah?”
"Look," Sungho rolls his eyes, headache already starting to form at the back of his head. "I was just trying to clear the air."
Jaehyun scoffs, shaking his head, “I know you can lie better than that, Sungho. Come on now.”
Sungho swallows, placing a steady hand on the edge of the bed and gazing up at Jaehyun. He always forgets, but Jaehyun’s got the slightest bit of height over him, and he never fails to remind him in the worst ways possible.
“I didn’t think it’d bother you that much.”
Jaehyun smirks, lopsided and infuriating and stupidly attractive, enough to make Sungho have to avert his gaze.
“Tell me something,” Jaehyun starts, placing a disgustingly gentle hand on Sungho’s shoulder, pressing him down to sit on the bed. He can tell where this is headed, and he really can't stand how helpless he feels about it. He has free will, a conscience, and a body to execute his will, yet he's maddeningly still as Jaehyun hovers over him, swinging his legs around his hips to straddle his lap. He brings a hand up to Sungho’s face, experimentally pressing a couple fingers against his face, before slowly dragging them across his lower lip.
“Do families usually swap saliva with each other?”
Sungho doesn’t answer. He couldn't even if he wanted to, the weight of the other man in his lap, the words leaving his mouth– it's making his systems fail and his brain turn to mush.
He never should’ve read that comment.
“'Cause, if memory serves, just the other day, I remember a certain head of blonde hair with his tongue down my throat,” Jaehyun reminisces, lightly twirling a lock of Sungho's hair around his finger, the blonde in question shivering under the touch.
Sungho leans back on his hands, making a point not to touch Jaehyun, to not let him think he’s winning even if Sungho knows, deep down, that he won the second he stepped foot in here. “What’s your point, Jaehyun-ah?”
Jaehyun’s smirk grows as he tosses his arms around Sungho’s shoulders, leaning down until his face is mere inches away. “My point?”
He leans even closer, nosing at reddening skin until his lips ghost over Sungho’s as he speaks, “I just think you need a little reminder.”
It’s not their first kiss, that's a fact. Rather, it's one of many among this game of cat and dog that they've been playing for quite some time now. Provoking each other—moreso Jaehyun provoking Sungho, and pushing each other’s boundaries just to see just how much the other can take before they snap.
And that's how they got here, Jaehyun’s lips, hot against Sungho’s, slow and deliberate and exactly how he likes it. Sungho feels dizzy under the pressure, bringing his hands to rest on Jaehyun’s waist in an attempt to ground himself. He feels Jaehyun smile against his mouth with a swipe of his tongue against Sungho’s lower lip and a squeeze of his thighs around his hips and Sungho’s cruelly reminded of how much of a disadvantage he's at. The man in his lap knows him far too well, exactly how to rile him up, and exactly which buttons to push for the desired reaction. The playing field was never going to be even if Jaehyun's his opponent.
He starts to give in, slacking his jaw and tilting his head for a better angle, allowing their tongues to slide against each other. It’s wet and filthy and Sungho can hear every single sound, the spit on their lips, their mutual heavy breathing, and Jaehyun’s groan as Sungho instinctively pulls him closer.
Honestly, Sungho really can't stand Jaehyun's shamelessness. Whether its jealously, or, more likely, annoyance, it never fails to grind his gears no matter the scenario. Because, obviously his general irreverence translates outside of sex. He does whatever he pleases on a day to day basis, bothering whoever he wants, leaving destruction in his wake with rare bouts of remorse and even rarer consequences. He's messy and annoying and stupidly satisfied with himself every time he pisses someone off, and he gets away with it every damn time.
Like right now, how Sungho feels a light hand trail down his body, all the way to his clothed half hard dick, a palm grinding against it. He parts his lips, choking out a moan against Jaehyun’s lips, who giggles while applying more pressure, and if he wasn't so preoccupied, Sungho would be yelling at him right now.
It's so, so unfair, Sungho thinks. He feels himself falling apart, unable to kiss back properly under the busy hand between their bodies, the culprit settling on nibbling and sucking on Sungho's parted lips. He curses under his breath, gripping the other’s waist hard enough to bruise, tugging on loose skin for some semblance of control while his hips buck into the touch.
Before he processes what’s happening, he feels the heat of Jaehyun's mouth leave his lips, leaving small kisses on his jaw before sliding out of his lap and onto the floor. Deft hands undo the button and zipper on Sungho’s jeans as he kneels, releasing his cock with one swift pull of his pants and boxers. Jaehyun stares, wetting his lips with wide eyes, fingers grazing Sungho’s thighs, searing on his skin.
He opens his mouth, licking a long stripe up the underside of Sungho’s dick, gazing up with those round, glassy eyes that he always uses to get his way, making heat pool in Sungho's stomach. Jaehyun takes the tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, teasing and mean and Sungho wants to tell him to get on with it but places a hand in his mess of hair instead. He presses down slightly, and Jaehyun eagerly obeys, wrapping his fingers around the base and working his way down before taking Sungho fully into his mouth. It's warm and wet and disgusting and Sungho has to pull a fistful of Jaehyun’s hair to keep himself from thrusting into the heat. Jaehyun groans, looking helpless and pathetic and blissed out all at once, round cheeks looking even rounder with a mouth full of dick.
Sungho's too far gone now, really. He’s handed Jaehyun an opportunity to completely wreck him on a silver platter, all while stuffing his face like the cock addict he is. And he’s doing nothing to stop it. Sungho knows he's playing a losing game. No power, no upper hand, despite the fact that Jaehyun’s the one on his knees right now.
He's choking and drooling and whining around Sungho’s cock, the image of lidded, hazy eyes and red lips seared into his mind. He grinds up into Jaehyun’s mouth, feeling all too close to tipping over the edge. Jaehyun moves back, licking a long stripe to the tip before pushing back down to the base, eyes still locked on Sungho’s, searching, analyzing, and watching as Sungho gets closer, closer, closer, screwing his eyes shut before a sudden loss of warmth forces him to open them again.
Jaehyun’s sitting there, resting back on his heels, chest heaving as spit soaked lips curl into a grin that makes Sungho’s gut churn.
“What are you doing?” He pants out, sounding a lot less demanding than he intended.
Jaehyun looks like a mess. Completely disheveled, clearly hard in his sweats, face flushed red and tears prickling his eyes.
Yet, he’s got this smug look on his face as he rises to stand over Sungho.
“Family don’t get each other off, silly.”
He falls into a seat beside Sungho on the bed, propped up on one hand, with the other lazily palming his dick through his pants, and all Sungho can do is stare in disbelief. He watches as Jaehyun slips his hand past his waistband, pulling out his leaking cock to stroke it at a steady pace. He’s whining loudly, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle his moans, far too reactive, filthy and disgustingly erotic, like some setup out of shitty porno.
He's putting on a show, just to get in Sungho's head, to piss him off even more after the stunt he just pulled because, to nobody's surprise, he gets off on attention. Especially when he gets it from annoying Sungho.
Yet, to his dismay, Sungho can’t stop thinking about how unbelievably horny he is despite it all. As soon as he reaches to take his own length in his fist, Jaehyun grabs him with his free hand, face suddenly serious.
“No. Don’t.” He asserts, shifting to fully sit on the bed, turning to face Sungho to give him the full view, “Just watch me.”
Sungho wants to ignore him, to touch himself because Jaehyun refused to finish the job regardless of being the one that started this whole ordeal, but if he’d done anything he really wanted to do tonight, the situation would be a lot different.
So, he nods, figuring he should at least see it through because it’s not like he minds the view, and watches Jaehyun jerk himself off while extremely obviously raking his eyes up and down Sungho’s partially exposed body, until his strokes grow erratic and he spills in his own hand. Sungho's reeling, considering that he fell asleep after the live and this is some fucked up wet dream, when Jaehyun hops up without a word and steps into the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes out with a calm smile, his flushed cheeks giving him away, and walks towards the door.
“Well, I’m going to bed,” Jaehyun sighs, turning the door handle.
Sungho’s mouth falls open, “What?”
Jaehyun feigns confusion, tilting his head with a grin that he just can’t hide, “Do you need something from me?” He also doesn’t hide the way his eyes flit down to Sungho’s still hard dick.
“Oh, fuck you.”
“Maybe another day, Sungho-yah,” Jaehyun teases before slipping through the doorway, his, quite frankly, repulsive laughter echoing down the hallway.
The silence in the room is heavy, utter mortification washing over Sungho as he thinks, What the fuck just happened.