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It’s nearing 1 AM by the time the dorm is settling down for the night, all of them fed and showered and ready for bed.
Jaehyun had gone to the company building early to help Dongmin with a demo, and then the rest had joined them and they’d spent the entire afternoon and evening filming variety content. Usually, after a day like this, he’d be exhausted—and he is. He’s drained himself dry keeping up the idol persona for so long. But where normally he’d collapse into bed and fall asleep in seconds, tonight it just isn’t happening. He feels weirdly restless still, and a little off, a little lonely.
But there’s a solution to this problem just a few steps away, and Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to seek it out. Or, rather, seek him out.
Donghyun still has one light on when Jaehyun nudges open his bedroom door; a table lamp that washes the little room in a warm, cozy glow. Donghyun himself is still awake too. He’s laying on his stomach on the bed, his chest propped on one of his pillows while he plays some game on his Nintendo Switch. He’s facing away from the door, but he turns his head to peer over his shoulder when Jaehyun knocks lightly on the doorframe.
“Hyung,” he greets warmly. His smile is bright, and so, so precious. It makes Jaehyun want to crush him a little bit, to squish him into a little ball so he can keep him safe in his pocket all the time. (He told Donghyun that once, and he hadn’t even thought it was weird. “You’re sweet, hyung,” he’d said, and let Jaehyun pull him into another crushing hug.)
“Hi, Leehannie,” Jaehyun replies, nudging the door shut again and shuffling closer to the bed. It only registers now what Donghyun is wearing: a big gray hoodie, from the sleeves of which his fingers just barely poke out, and a little pair of shorts that put his long, smooth legs on full display. He’s the loveliest boy in the world… But Jaehyun is here for his calming energy, not his striking looks.
Donghyun seems to understand what Jaehyun needs before he finds the words for it. “C’mere,” he says, and Jaehyun gladly joins him on the bed, settling between Donghyun’s legs and draping himself over his back. Jaehyun can feel the heat radiating from him even through both their pajamas, and he sighs in utter contentment at the contact. There’s just something about touching Donghyun that sets Jaehyun at ease, mind, body and soul. It’s like he’s absorbing Donghyun’s innate peacefulness through his skin.
As he’s nuzzling into Donghyun’s soft, feathery hair, Jaehyun hears him add, “I’m gonna keep playing for a while.” Jaehyun nods, and so Donghyun returns to his game.
Jaehyun half-watches him play—it’s one of the Zelda games, and the music is quite soothing—though admittedly he’s much more invested in rubbing his face into the collar of Donghyun’s sweater. It smells just like him, like soap and skin and the faintest traces of his warm, woody perfume. It does wonders for getting Jaehyun to relax. When he focuses on the scent, his mind is quiet, free from the worries of his everyday life. Cuddling with Donghyun like this, he knows he can just… be.
But at the same time, Jaehyun is a little greedy when it comes to Donghyun. He’s so receptive to any and all touch, and now that Jaehyun has figured that out, he can never seem to get his fill of touching Donghyun. Sort of like the thought he had about crushing him in his arms—he wants them to be as close as physically possible, and then even closer still. The thought makes him restless again in a very different way.
Donghyun seems to realize this too, not that Jaehyun is being particularly subtle about burrowing into his neck. “Hyung,” he says again, this time without looking up from his game. “What’s up?”
“It’s not enough,” Jaehyun mumbles. He feels Donghyun shiver faintly when his breath ghosts over his neck. “I want to be inside your skin.”
“You can,” Donghyun reminds him, hooking an ankle around Jaehyun’s and rubbing at his calf with his foot. It shouldn’t be as soothing as it is. “You don’t have to ask; you know I don’t mind.”
It’s true. Donghyun has opened himself up (no pun intended) to receive the physical needs of their members whenever they need it. There are a few rules, obviously—only ever at the dorms, nothing too rough the night before a performance, etcetera. But it’s a startlingly symbiotic relationship. They all get some much-needed relief without the risk of dating scandals, and Donghyun in particular gets to enjoy their affection regularly.
He’s just as much of a fiend for physical touch as Jaehyun is, which means Jaehyun is the one who makes the most use of Donghyun’s generous offering of his body. Which also means he has no hang-ups about tugging Donghyun’s shorts and underwear down just enough to expose the soft curve of his ass.
Donghyun doesn’t so much as flinch. He exhales softly through his nose, amused, when Jaehyun kneads appreciatively at the soft flesh, but he still doesn’t look up from his console.
“You aren’t too tired?” Jaehyun asks softly even as he spreads Donghyun’s asscheeks, thumb gently grazing his rim.
Donghyun gives a little half-shrug. “Kind of. But you can just keep going if I fall asleep.” Fuck, why is that kind of hot? Jaehyun gives him one final squeeze, then gets up to grab Donghyun’s lube so he doesn’t think about it too hard.
He drapes himself over Donghyun’s back again when he returns, for the sole purpose of burying his face back in Donghyun’s neck. He leaves a noisy kiss there, smiling to himself when it earns him a little giggle. “Love you, Donghyun-ah,” Jaehyun says, then moves back down to resume his task.
“Love you, Jaehyunnie,” Donghyun hums.
If he were Sanghyuk, Jaehyun might have called Donghyun a cheeky brat for being so informal, but as it is, he just pops the bottle of lube open and coats his fingers. Donghyun sighs happily the moment Jaehyun slips one inside. He’s pretty loose, offering minimal resistance when Jaehyun presses a second finger inside. He squirms a little at the third, but it looks more like he’s trying to get it deeper than get away.
“Did you know I’d come bother you tonight?” Jaehyun teases, drawing his fingers out partway to add a bit more lube. It’s not really necessary, but he knows they both like the quiet, dirty squelch when he thrusts his fingers back in.
“I did have a feeling,” Donghyun admits. His voice is a little breathy now, and it catches when Jaehyun grazes a sensitive spot inside him. “That was Woonhakkie, though. He had a lot of leftover energy to work out; he interrupted my shower.” It’s no wonder Woonhak seemed to be sleeping so soundly—Jaehyun could faintly hear him snoring when he passed Woonhak’s door on the way to Donghyun’s room.
He takes his time fingering Donghyun open even though he doesn’t need it; the rhythmic motion is almost meditative in a way, and he’s quite fascinated watching his fingers disappear into Donghyun’s hole despite it being a sight he’s seen dozens of times now. Jaehyun is only jolted out of his vaguely hypnotized state by a frustrated little noise from Donghyun—a glance at his screen shows that he’s reloading his game after dying. Jaehyun is more than happy to placate him.
He pushes his own pajama pants and boxers down to his knees, then reaches for the lube again to slick himself up. For Jaehyun right now, this is much more about the closeness and the intimacy than it is about the actual sex, but he still has to bite back a moan at this first taste of friction. Then he has to bury his face in the back of Donghyun’s shoulder to muffle a much louder noise when he starts to push inside. Donghyun was loose around his fingers, but he’s still tight around Jaehyun’s cock, and the pressure is exactly what he needs.
Donghyun muffles his own noise in the pillow beneath him, a long, low moan as Jaehyun steadily presses in deeper. He stays burrowed in Donghyun’s nape when he bottoms out, utterly satisfied now that they’re finally as close as they possibly can be. Donghyun reaches back to pet his hair when Jaehyun lets out a contented sigh.
“Feel better now, hyung?” Donghyun prompts softly.
Jaehyun shifts around a little to get comfortable, then relaxes against him again. “Yeah,” he says with a pleased hum. “Thanks, Donghyunnie.” Just because he likes it to be known, he adds again, “Love you.”
“Love you,” Donghyun echoes. After a minute, Jaehyun hears him return to his game, the faint sounds of clicking buttons and Link’s little grunts and shouts serving as surprisingly comforting white noise. Or maybe it’s just the position he’s in—when he’s buried inside Donghyun and pressed flush against him like this, Jaehyun would probably find just about anything soothing.
Either way, between the sound effects of the game and Donghyun’s own steady breathing, it’s not long before Jaehyun’s eyelids begin to droop. He doesn’t feel the need to chase his pleasure. The proximity and the quiet certainty of Donghyun’s affection are more than enough right now. And so he nuzzles into Donghyun’s hoodie, breathes him in, and falls asleep before he even realizes it.
*
Jaehyun’s dreams are vague but sensual: warm skin under his hands, soft lips on his neck, the scent of sandalwood, and friction, friction, friction. He startles awake, restless and horny, and his hips jolt instinctively as he emerges from sleep.
Then he whimpers when the motion earns him that same delicious friction around his cock. It’s dark and Jaehyun is disoriented, but he realizes after a long, confusingly arousing minute that he’s still inside Donghyun. They’re in the same position, in fact, with Donghyun laying on his stomach and Jaehyun draped over his back. Donghyun must be asleep, though. As Jaehyun’s eyes adjust, he can see that Donghyun’s Switch is face down on the corner of the bed, and Donghyun himself has his head pillowed on his arms. His breathing is soft and even; Jaehyun can feel against his chest as Donghyun’s ribs steadily expand and contract.
Jaehyun’s first thought is to pull out, hope that doesn’t wake Donghyun, and then deal with his painfully hard cock himself. But his second thought is that he knows Donghyun never minds being woken up like this. Maybe he’ll pout for a bit, but he’s always happy as long as he gets a good orgasm and plenty of cuddles afterwards.
And Jaehyun, even half asleep, is confident in his ability to provide both.
He slips his hands up Donghyun’s hoodie to grip his bare waist, using the hold to pull Donghyun back against his first shallow thrust. Donghyun’s only reaction is a soft exhale. Jaehyun repeats the motion, and Donghyun clenches around him, pulling a faint whine from Jaehyun’s own throat. He rolls his hips in a subtle grind until Donghyun relaxes again.
When he does, Jaehyun pets his side fondly. Even if Donghyun isn’t conscious to feel it, it feels right to express his affection, and it actually gets a content little noise out of him. It’s all the encouragement Jaehyun needs to draw his hips back for another thrust, still gentle but deeper than before. That earns him a proper sigh. It seems Donghyun is on the verge of waking up, and so Jaehyun keeps up the steady pace, thrusting slowly into the heat of him until he finds his sweet spot.
He knows when he hits it, because Donghyun lets out a soft moan into the pillow, low and raspy from sleep. He’s awake now, Jaehyun realizes, and happily nuzzles into the hair at Donghyun’s nape.
“Hyuuung,” Donghyun whines, squirming against him.
Jaehyun peppers the back of his neck with placating kisses. “I’m here, baby,” he soothes, though his breath catches on the words when Donghyun grinds back on his cock.
“Feels good,” Donghyun says. Jaehyun can practically hear his pout—probably over the fact that Jaehyun’s hips have stilled.
That’s all the encouragement he needs to start up his steady pace again, slow, deep thrusts that let them feel every centimeter of where they’re connected. Beneath him, Donghyun goes pliant, perfectly relaxed under Jaehyun’s hands, letting himself be manhandled back to the perfect angle. Donghyun moans again, higher-pitched this time, almost closer to a whimper. The sound makes Jaehyun’s hips stutter and he slows even further, trying to drag this out for as long as possible.
“I could do this all night,” Jaehyun sighs blissfully. He can feel the pleasure mounting little by little, but he almost doesn’t want to reach the peak, if only because that means he’ll have to separate himself from Donghyun.
“As long as you make me come first,” Donghyun mumbles.
A wave of overwhelming fondness swells in Jaehyun’s chest. “Don’t worry, baby, I will,” he says, soothing. He wasn’t being literal when he said all night, but it’s heady to know that Donghyun would let him. He trusts Jaehyun so completely with himself, knowing he’d never do anything to hurt him, and although Jaehyun doesn’t quite feel worthy, it makes him that much more eager to take care of Donghyun.
Maybe one night he will; he’ll pleasure Donghyun until they’re both too spent to keep their eyes open. But they have places to be in the morning. So for tonight, he adjusts his grip on Donghyun’s waist, dragging him back against him as he rolls his hips down in a deep thrust.
He keeps up the steady motion until he’s sweating and Donghyun is mewling beneath him. He’d forgotten that Donghyun is more sensitive when he’s just woken up, but it’s obvious now from the way he’s failing at muffling his whines in the pillow, pushing back into every thrust and gasping Jaehyun’s name each time he angles his hips just right. Jaehyun is quite pleased with himself—it feels like something of a feat, reducing Donghyun to such an incoherent state without even the slightest bit of roughness.
When Donghyun manages words beyond just Jaehyun’s name, it’s to ask breathily, “Are you close, hyung?” Jaehyun is flooded with affection for him all over again. How sweet is he to think of Jaehyun’s release even when he’s overwhelmed with pleasure himself?
“Almost, not yet,” he admits, but he rubs soothingly at Donghyun’s sides.
Donghyun nods, burrowing further into the pillow. “’M gonna come,” he mumbles. His low voice pitches up on the last word as Jaehyun slips a hand underneath him to brush over a nipple.
Jaehyun’s response is to pick up the pace. He’s still making sure to be gentle, but the added friction quickly sends his sensitive, sleepy Donghyun over the edge. He clenches down on him and Jaehyun moans louder than he should, hips stuttering as Donghyun’s walls pulse around him.
Between his gasping, whimpery noises, Donghyun manages to say, “Keep going, hyung.” He sounds almost pleading. “Want you to feel good.”
The fussy, coddling part of Jaehyun wants to pull out before Donghyun gets overstimulated—but both the logical and the horny parts of him know Donghyun will be more upset if he does. “Thank you, Donghyunnie,” he murmurs instead, gripping Donghyun’s hips tighter as he begins to thrust more urgently. Donghyun whines a little at the roughness, but he still pushes back to meet Jaehyun’s cock on every stroke.
Donghyun realizes just before Jaehyun does that he’s close. “Inside me,” he instructs, no room for argument—not that Jaehyun has any protests, anyway. He grinds into Donghyun that little bit deeper, muffles an obscene noise in the collar of his hoodie, and obediently spills his load into Donghyun’s tight heat.
Jaehyun thrusts a few more times, working through the aftershocks, then lets his weight land on Donghyun’s back once more. As they catch their breath, Donghyun’s hands find Jaehyun’s and he wordlessly twines their fingers together. Jaehyun’s heart squeezes.
Once they’ve both stopped panting, Jaehyun carefully pulls out. The action draws whimpers from them both. It feels a bit weird now after being connected for what must have been hours, but when he flops down beside Donghyun and sees his sweet, sleepy smile, he knows they’re still connected in every other way outside the physical.
And Donghyun reaches for him again almost immediately, pressing their lips together in a lazy kiss. Jaehyun is the one to deepen it, and Donghyun only barely keeps up, his tongue clumsy where it meets Jaehyun’s between their mouths.
They kiss languidly until Donghyun pulls away to yawn, pressing his face into his pillow to stifle it. Jaehyun watches him with undisguised fondness. When Donghyun looks back, Jaehyun can see the same emotion mirrored in his half-lidded eyes.
But after a second, Donghyun’s soft expression shifts to one of vague discomfort. “Hyung, it’s dripping…” he whines softly, and Jaehyun’s lethargic body startles into motion.
“Sorry, Donghyun-ah,” he whispers hurriedly as he slips off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Jaehyun stumbles twice on the way to the bathroom and once on the way back. He almost expects Donghyun to have fallen asleep in the time it took him to return, but he finds him clearly fighting to stay conscious. It’s touching to see that Donghyun wants to be awake for this time with Jaehyun. He repays him by being extra gentle as he cleans him up, pressing tender kisses into his skin everywhere he can reach.
Donghyun is pliant for him, his body languid but cooperative, and he makes these appreciative little noises while Jaehyun works. When he helps him change into a clean pair of shorts, Donghyun mimics the action of kissing whatever part of Jaehyun is nearest to him—his cheek, his shoulder, the side of his wrist when he brushes aside a stray strand of hair for Donghyun.
The moment Jaehyun is finished, Donghyun twines their fingers together again. “Jaehyunnie, sleep here tonight,” he mumbles, his words starting to slur as he steadily drifts towards sleep.
Jaehyun feels a rush of relief. It’s not that he expected Donghyun to kick him out after, but it soothes something in him to be explicitly asked to stay. He settles back on the bed with Donghyun, pressed right against his chest, and draws the covers up over both of them. Donghyun pulls him in impossibly closer, with surprising strength for someone on the verge of unconsciousness.
“You’re always so good to me,” Donghyun sighs. Once he has Jaehyun where he wants him, he all but melts.
Jaehyun feels his own body do the same, once again somehow absorbing Donghyun’s relaxed state into himself just by proximity. “So are you,” he murmurs. He nestles further into Donghyun’s arms, nuzzling against the underside of his jaw so that every inhale is filled with Donghyun’s comforting scent.
He feels the brush of soft lips against his hairline. Donghyun is quiet for a long moment, and Jaehyun starts to assume the gesture was unintentional. But after another few seconds, Donghyun speaks once again, his breath ghosting against Jaehyun’s forehead. “Love you, Jaehyun-hyung.”
It’s barely above a whisper, but Jaehyun’s heart still soars. It’s different when Donghyun says it first.
He tightens his arms around Donghyun. “I love you, too, Donghyun-ah,” Jaehyun murmurs back.
Donghyun says nothing more in response, and soon enough, his breathing slows. Jaehyun subconsciously matches it, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing second.
It turns out all he needed to sleep peacefully was this: to be completely enveloped in love.