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The studio had been quiet for hours.
Soonyoung was sprawled out on the huge couch in the corner, phone forgotten beside him, long legs tangled in a blanket he didn’t remember pulling over. Jihoon sat at his desk, back turned to him, the familiar shape of his shoulders hunched in stubborn frustration.
The silence wasn’t awkward, it never was. They existed like this often, in the soft lull of shared space, speaking only when necessary, never needing to explain their presence.
Jihoon let out a sharp sigh and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling like it had answers he couldn’t find in his Pro Tools session.
“…When’s the last time you slept with someone?” he asked suddenly.
Soonyoung blinked. “…What?”
Jihoon didn’t even look at him. Just shrugged. “I don’t know. Trying to write this goddamn bridge and nothing’s coming. Thought maybe talking about it would help.”
There was a long pause.
Soonyoung scratched the back of his neck, sitting up slightly. “Uh… I guess… months ago? You?”
“Can’t even remember,” Jihoon said, a little laugh in his voice. “Can you tell me about it?”
“What?”
“What?” Jihoon echoed, glancing at him now, face unreadable.
Soonyoung frowned. “Why would you want to know about that?”
“I told you,” Jihoon said simply. “I need it for the song.”
Soonyoung looked at him like he’d lost his mind. But after a beat, he exhaled and leaned back against the cushions. “…Fine. It was some girl I met at a party. She was...nice. Cute. We talked a bit, drank more. It just happened.”
Jihoon hummed, turning slightly in his chair to face him more. “Were you satisfied?”
Soonyoung blinked. “Uh. I guess?”
“Did she make you feel good?”
“I mean… yeah?”
“Was she tight enough for you?”
Soonyoung made a choking noise. “What the fuck?”
Jihoon just tilted his head, expression still annoyingly calm. “I’m just asking.”
Soonyoung stared at him. “…This is a really weird way to get inspiration for a song.”
Jihoon shrugged again, almost lazily. “Have you ever fucked another man?”
“What?!” Soonyoung's voice cracked like he’d been slapped.
Jihoon didn’t blink. Just kept looking at him with that same neutral expression, like they were discussing lunch.
“…No,” Soonyoung said after a beat, eyebrows furrowed. “Why—have you?”
“No.”
“Then why the hell—”
“But,” Jihoon interrupted smoothly, “I’ve had my ass fucked before.”
Soonyoung’s brain short-circuited.
Jihoon leaned back in his chair, watching him like a cat watches a cornered bird. “They said it was tight. Like, really tight. One of them said it felt so good he thought his dick might fall off.”
Soonyoung’s mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
He could feel the heat creeping up his neck. “What the actual—”
Jihoon burst out laughing. “Holy shit, your face.”
Soonyoung’s eyes narrowed. “You’re joking.”
“Obviously,” Jihoon grinned. “God, you’re so easy.”
“What the fuck, Jihoon,” Soonyoung muttered, shifting on the couch —only to realize he was half-hard and growing. Shit
Jihoon was still chuckling to himself, spinning lazily in his chair. “Sorry. I was bored.”
Soonyoung glared at him. “You’re an asshole.”
“Mm,” Jihoon said without remorse. “But now you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
Soonyoung scoffed, dragging the blanket over his lap. “Fuck off.”
Jihoon didn’t respond. He was already back at the desk, fingers tapping at his keyboard like the past five minutes hadn’t just detonated something between them.
Silence settled again, but it wasn’t the same anymore.
Soonyoung shifted. His hard-on hadn’t gone down — if anything, Jihoon’s laugh, smug and light, had made it worse. He was trying to think about anything else — literally anything else — but his mind kept circling back to Jihoon saying “tight” and “dick might fall off” like it was casual conversation about the weather.
After a few minutes, Soonyoung cleared his throat.
“So… you haven’t been with a man? That was just… a bit?”
Jihoon didn’t turn around. “What?”
“You said you got fucked before. That was just a joke, right?”
Jihoon glanced back over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. “Why do you wanna know?”
Soonyoung huffed. “It’s only fair. You were asking me about my sex life.”
“I told you,” Jihoon said, turning back to the screen, “it was for the song. What’s your excuse?”
There was a beat of silence.
“…I don’t know,” Soonyoung muttered. “You put the thought in my head.”
At that, Jihoon smirked. Full-on, unbothered, devilish smirk.
“Oh my god,” he said, voice lilting, amused. “Are you imagining your best friend getting railed now? Seriously?”
Soonyoung’s entire body locked up.
“What the fuck is wrong with you today?” he snapped, flustered and red to the tips of his ears.
Jihoon laughed. Loud, unrepentant, the kind of laugh that meant he knew exactly what he was doing. "Sorry. I'm just messing with you."
Soonyoung looked away, jaw clenched, heart pounding. It wasn’t just the heat pooling between his legs anymore — it was something tighter, sharper, more electric buzzing under his skin.
Jihoon’s laugh finally faded into a smug little hum as he leaned forward, clicking something on his screen again.
“You’re such a little shit,” he muttered, under his breath.
“I’ve been called worse,” Jihoon replied smoothly, not looking back.
“You can’t just say shit like that and expect me to be normal.”
“You’ve never been normal.”
Silence stretched between them again. But Soonyoung couldn’t let it go, the question buzzed at the back of his mind, stubborn and insistent.
He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. “You really never… with another man?”
Jihoon finally turned around. Spun his chair slowly until he was facing Soonyoung again. Elbow propped on the armrest, chin in his hand, eyes sharp.
“No,” Jihoon said. “But I’ve thought about it.”
That landed hard. Soonyoung sat up straighter without meaning to, breath caught in his throat.
Jihoon’s voice dipped a little lower. “Haven’t you?”
Soonyoung didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His brain had short-circuited somewhere between thought about it and the way Jihoon was looking at him now, like he already knew the answer and just wanted to watch him squirm.
Jihoon stood slowly, chair creaking as he rose, the glow of the monitor casting shadows across his face. He walked toward the couch without a word, steps light, deliberate. The way he looked down at Soonyoung made his skin burn.
“Why does it matter to you?” Jihoon asked, his voice carried that same maddening lilt. “Do you even know what to do? You’ve never fucked a guy before, right?”
Soonyoung felt something hot coil low in his stomach. “No. I haven’t.”
Jihoon didn’t say anything right away. Just watched him, eyes scanning his face like he already knew what was coming next. And then, with a soft, mocking tilt of his head
“But you want to. Right?”
Soonyoung’s breath caught. “I—no. I didn’t say—”
Jihoon stepped in closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator circling.
“You sure?” he murmured.
Before Soonyoung could answer, Jihoon reached down and peeled the blanket off his lap in one smooth motion.
Soonyoung froze. His hard-on strained clearly against the fabric of his sweatpants, the shape of it obvious under Jihoon’s gaze.
Jihoon hummed. “Did thinking about fucking my tight hole make you this hard?”
Soonyoung swallowed, heart in his throat. “Jihoon…”
Jihoon smiled, wicked and slow. “What do you want? You have to tell me.”
Soonyoung’s hands twitched at his sides, knuckles white from tension. “Please…”
Jihoon’s smirk deepened. “Please what?”
He moved closer — then swung one leg over and straddled Soonyoung’s lap, settling his weight right on top of the hard length pressing up between them. Both of them were still fully clothed, but the heat between them surged instantly.
“You want this?” Jihoon asked, low, smug.
Soonyoung hissed through his teeth, hips twitching up involuntarily.
Jihoon shifted just slightly, grinding down once, slow and deliberate. “Damn,” he murmured, gaze flicking to Soonyoung’s face. “You’re big.”
Another subtle roll of his hips. “And so hard.”
Soonyoung's hands shot up to Jihoon’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie like he needed something to hold onto or he was going to lose it. His head dropped back against the couch cushion, eyes fluttering shut.
“Jihoon…”
Jihoon rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, grinding down just enough to make Soonyoung groan.
Then, he leaned in, his mouth barely an inch from Soonyoung’s ear. Voice soft, smoky.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured. “I won’t know until you clearly say it.”
Soonyoung’s hands trembled on Jihoon’s hips, his restraint crumbling fast. He swallowed, voice thick.
“Will you…” he hesitated, cheeks flushed deep red, “…please let me fuck you?”
That earned a smirk. Jihoon’s fingers slid through Soonyoung’s hair, curling in just a little.
“Good boy.”
Then he pulled back and stood up, gaze steady.
“Get naked.”
Soonyoung didn’t even hesitate, hoodie over his head, sweatpants kicked off in seconds, boxers gone and body on display. Jihoon took a step back and let his eyes roam, slow and unashamed.
He let out a low whistle.
Soonyoung’s cock was flushed, thick and leaking already, twitching helplessly against his stomach. His chest rose and fell in quick bursts, eyes fixed on Jihoon like he couldn’t believe any of this was real.
Jihoon grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer and tossed them lightly onto the couch.
“Sit. You're going to finger me first." he said, already pulling off his hoodie, slow, smooth, like there was nothing to rush for. His sweatpants followed in one easy motion, then his boxers, leaving him bare and confident in the low light.
Soonyoung stared, awestruck, as Jihoon climbed into his lap and straddled him fully, warm thighs bracketing his hips. His ass nestled back against Soonyoung’s lower stomach deliberately missing his cock, the skin contact enough to make him twitch, but not enough to relieve the tension building in him.
Soonyoung blinked. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
Jihoon smirked as he leaned in, lips brushing Soonyoung’s jaw. “Yeah,” he murmured. “But I told you, I’ve thought about it. So I’ve done my research.”
He poured a generous amount of lube into Soonyoung’s hand, then lifted himself just slightly to guide Soonyoung’s fingers down, slow and controlled. Jihoon’s own hands steadied his thighs as he pressed back and let Soonyoung’s slick finger find his rim.
“Go slow,” Jihoon whispered, voice a little shaky now. “Let me get used to it.”
Soonyoung obeyed, sliding in his middle finger, inch by careful inch. Jihoon rocked slightly, exhaling hard, already starting to move with quiet confidence.
“Add another,” Jihoon murmured after a moment, his voice low but steady.
Soonyoung did —gentle, reverent — and Jihoon took it with a soft moan, hips rolling down to meet the stretch. Soonyoung watched his face the whole time, felt the tight heat pulsing around his fingers, and bit back a groan of his own.
“You’re doing so well,” Jihoon whispered, moving with a practiced rhythm. “Just like that.”
He started to ride Soonyoung’s fingers in slow, controlled movements, every roll of his hips measured. His cock was flushed a deep red, hard and leaking steadily, bobbing slightly with every movement, the tip dripping onto Soonyoung’s stomach, painting warm streaks across his skin.
The lack of contact drove Soonyoung insane.
His cock was trapped between their bodies, untouched, aching. Jihoon wasn’t grinding on him — wasn’t even brushing him. Just heat and proximity and slick mess dripping down his own abdomen as Jihoon took his fingers deeper with every slow grind.
Soonyoung whimpered, hips twitching up without meaning to, but Jihoon had him pinned — thighs braced and firm, holding him down with maddening control.
“God,” Soonyoung breathed. “You’re—fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Jihoon laughed softly, eyes hazy with heat. He leaned in and kissed the corner of Soonyoung’s mouth, then moved to his ear, voice warm and wrecked.
“You’re making me feel so good,” he murmured. “Just keep going.”
Soonyoung’s fingers curled on instinct, and Jihoon gasped — body arching slightly, muscles trembling.
“There—” Jihoon whispered, breath catching. “Again—right there.”
Soonyoung did it again, and Jihoon moaned, loud and open, head falling forward, skin slick with sweat. A fresh drop of precum spilled from his cock and trailed down Soonyoung’s stomach in a hot line, but still — no contact. No friction. Nothing for Soonyoung except the unbearable pressure and the sight of Jihoon falling apart from his touch.
“I can’t Jihoon—,” Soonyoung choked, voice tight and pleading. “Please—”
“No,” Jihoon whispered, firm and sweet all at once. “Not yet.”
He rolled his hips again, slower now, letting the motion drag over Soonyoung’s knuckles, letting him feel every twitch, every clench, every pulse.
When Soonyoung hit his prostate again, Jihoon gasped and clenched down hard, his body jolting as his cock gave another desperate twitch — untouched, dripping, needy.
Soonyoung’s vision blurred. “Jihoon, please—fuck—please.”
Jihoon smiled —soft, satisfied, cruel in the most loving way.
“You’ve been so good,” he murmured, reaching to the side and grabbing the condom. He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down over Soonyoung’s cock, finally giving him contact, slow, deliberate, and way too gentle.
Then he reached for the lube, poured a bit into his palm, and wrapped his hand around Soonyoung again. Smooth strokes. Slick. Unhurried.
“Just a little longer,” he said, voice low and steady.
Soonyoung choked on a breath, hips jerking up against Jihoon’s fist. “Please…”
Jihoon leaned down then, pressing their mouths together — but this kiss wasn’t teasing. It was sinful, all tongue and heat, Jihoon swallowing Soonyoung’s desperate noises as his hand worked him in slow, slick pulls.
Soonyoung was shaking, moaning into Jihoon’s mouth, close to the edge already — but just when his hips started to stutter, Jihoon pulled back and tightened his grip.
“Don’t you dare,” he warned, voice like velvet-wrapped steel. “You can’t cum until you’re inside me.”
He leaned in again, breath hot against Soonyoung’s cheek. “I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”
Soonyoung nodded frantically, throat too tight to speak, eyes wide and glassy.
Jihoon smirked.
Then, in one fluid motion, he rose up on his knees, positioned himself over Soonyoung’s cock, and started to sink down.
Soonyoung’s breath left him in a shattered gasp, his head falling back as Jihoon slowly, so slowly, took him in.
“Fuck,” Soonyoung moaned, voice cracking. “You’re—oh my fuck—you’re so tight—”
Jihoon exhaled through his nose, adjusting his hips as he sank deeper. He settled fully onto Soonyoung’s lap, shivering slightly at the fullness, hands braced on Soonyoung’s chest.
Jihoon chuckled, smug and breathless. “You feel it?” he whispered, grinding down once, making Soonyoung writhe. “How deep you are?”
Soonyoung could only nod, nails digging into the couch.
Jihoon began to move — slow, deep rolls of his hips, every motion measured. Controlled. The drag of tight heat around Soonyoung’s cock made his vision blur.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Jihoon murmured, licking his lips as he moved. “So thick… fuck, you’re stretching me so good.”
Soonyoung whimpered, overwhelmed. “Jihoon—please—”
Jihoon didn’t speed up. Just kept riding him at that same torturous pace, head tilted back, soft moans slipping from his lips.
“You’re so deep inside me,” Jihoon whispered, voice wrecked. “You feel that?”
He grabbed Soonyoung’s hand and guided it down to his lower stomach, pressing it there, over tight muscle and trembling skin.
“That’s you,” he breathed. “That’s your cock. Filling me up.”
Soonyoung let out a guttural sound, fingers flexing against Jihoon’s stomach like he could feel the shape of it, the depth. His vision blurred.
“I’ve never felt this full,” Jihoon said, hips rocking up slowly. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
He leaned down, mouth brushing Soonyoung’s ear again. “But you still can’t cum,” he whispered, smiling as he clenched again just enough to make Soonyoung gasp. “Not until I say you can.”
Jihoon kept moving slow — agonizingly slow — hips rolling in deep, drawn-out circles, every drag of his body squeezing Soonyoung just right. Every time Soonyoung tried to thrust up, Jihoon planted his hands on his chest and held him down.
“No,” he murmured. “Stay still. You wanted this, right? So let me give it to you.”
Soonyoung whimpered beneath him, the tension in his body near unbearable, cock pulsing inside Jihoon’s heat. His whole body was trembling, the only thing keeping him from exploding was Jihoon’s firm control.
Jihoon’s sweat clung to his flushed skin, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, but he still moved like he was untouchable. In control. His cock bobbed with every motion, leaking onto Soonyoung’s stomach.
“You’re falling apart,” Jihoon said, grinding down hard enough to knock the breath out of him. “You’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you?”
Soonyoung moaned, completely gone. “Jihoon, please—”
Jihoon paused, riding out the last slow grind before lifting his head and looking Soonyoung straight in the eyes. His voice was low, firm and laced with smug heat.
“Alright,” he said, lips curling. “Since you’ve been such a good boy… you can fuck me now.”
He smiled, slow and dangerous. “Like you mean it.”
Soonyoung didn’t need to be told twice.
He surged up, flipping them over in one motion, making Jihoon gasp as his back hit the couch. Jihoon didn't have time to say anything before Soonyoung was grabbing his hips, holding him still, and thrusting in deep.
The sound they both made echoed through the studio — a matched moan, loud and raw, like something they’d never felt before.
Soonyoung slammed into him hard, fast, like he’d been waiting his whole life to do this. And Jihoon took it all, back arching, mouth falling open in a moan so wrecked it made Soonyoung want to ruin him more.
“F-fuck—yes—just like that,” Jihoon gasped, legs wrapping around Soonyoung’s waist. “Fuck me harder—don’t stop—”
Soonyoung growled, hips snapping forward again and again, the sound of skin slapping and ragged breathing filling the room.
“You’re so tight,” Soonyoung groaned, fingers digging into Jihoon’s hips. “You feel unreal—so fucking good—”
Jihoon moaned, head tossed back, hands scrambling to grip the cushions as Soonyoung fucked him deep and fast, finally giving in to everything they’d both been holding back.
And still Jihoon smirked through his moans, breathless but proud.
“God, you’re perfect when you’re desperate.”
Soonyoung couldn’t even speak anymore — just fuck him harder, driven by the way Jihoon tightened around him, the way he gasped and moaned and took every thrust.
It was messy, loud, overwhelming — and perfect.
Soonyoung’s rhythm faltered — just for a breath — when Jihoon tightened around him again, hard, deliberate.
Jihoon looked wrecked. Sweat slicking down his chest, hair sticking to his forehead, mouth open as he panted through every thrust, still smirking like he was the one in control. Maybe he was.
Soonyoung pressed in deep and paused, chest heaving. “Jihoon—” he gasped, voice cracking. “I’m—I’m gonna cum.”
Jihoon’s legs locked tighter around his waist. “Wait.”
Soonyoung whined. "Please—I can’t—”
Jihoon’s hand slid up his side, slow and grounding. “Just answer one thing.”
Soonyoung’s eyes fluttered open, dazed. “W-what—”
“Are you clean?” Jihoon asked, voice low and sure, even through the tremble in his thighs.
The question punched Soonyoung straight in the chest. His jaw slackened, heartbeat rattling in his ears.
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yeah. Tested last month. I swear.”
Jihoon nodded. “Good. Pull it out.”
Soonyoung froze. His breath hitched. “W-what?”
Jihoon looked up at him, flushed and wrecked, eyes glassy but steady. “Just listen to me,” he said, voice firm but desperate. “Pull it out.”
Soonyoung obeyed, hands trembling as he eased out, slow and reluctant, aching at the sudden absence of heat, still confused.
“Wanna feel you,” Jihoon said, voice low and sure. “Fuck me raw. And cum inside me.”
The words short-circuited Soonyoung’s brain.
“Holy shit—”
Before Soonyoung could spiral, Jihoon reached between them and slid the condom off with steady hands. He tossed it aside without hesitation then wrapped his arms around Soonyoung’s shoulders, pulling him back in with a breathy, “Please.”
That did it.
Soonyoung slammed back in with a broken groan, the bare heat of Jihoon around him making his vision white out. Jihoon cried out, back arching, head hitting the cushion as Soonyoung sank deep.
“Fuck, Jihoon—holy fuck—”
“Yes,” Jihoon gasped, digging his heels into the back of Soonyoung’s thighs. “Fuck me just like that—harder—deeper—”
Soonyoung gave him everything. The kind of thrusts that rattled the couch frame, made Jihoon moan so loud it echoed off the walls. Skin slapped against skin, sweat dripped between them, and Jihoon took it all — clawing at Soonyoung’s back, legs locked around his hips, flushed cock leaking between their stomachs.
“God, Jihoon,” Soonyoung moaned. “You’re perfect—you’re so tight—I’m not gonna last—”
Jihoon reached down, wrapped a slick hand around his own cock, stroking himself fast and messy between them.
“Cum with me,” he panted, staring up at Soonyoung with wide, desperate eyes.
That was it.
Soonyoung’s whole body locked up, hips driving in deep one last time as he came hard, gasping Jihoon’s name, cock buried to the hilt as he spilled inside him.
Jihoon shattered a second later, back arched off the cushions as he came across their stomachs with a strangled cry, Soonyoung still twitching inside him.
They stayed like that — bodies tangled, trembling, panting into each other’s skin.
They collapsed into each other — soaked in sweat, cum, and too much breath.
Soonyoung’s mind was static. His limbs were jelly. His entire body was buzzing.
And then, after a long, stunned pause, he exhaled.
“…Holy shit.”
Jihoon let out a soft breath through his nose — smug. Satisfied.
“Yeah,” he said, lips curved. “You’re welcome.”
Soonyoung groaned, still breathless, dropping his head onto Jihoon’s chest. “If this is what happens when you’re bored,” he mumbled, voice muffled and wrecked, “I hope you’re bored all the fucking time.”