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jungwon isn’t blind. he knows his hyung has a crush on him. more than anything, jay's body language betrays him.

when he wears short shorts around the dorm, jay looks like he’s about to pass out. he’s painfully awkward too—neither of them were strangers to physical contact, and even if jungwon silently rejoiced every time jay put his hand on hs bare thigh, jay would yank his hand back away like he was burned.

touching jungwon is practically muscle memory to him. jay’s hand moves on his own and he tries to play it off, adorably so, but it amused jungwon to no end.

sometimes he wears jay’s clothes just to get a reaction, and the older boy never disappoints. he’ll even wear the expensive ones just to test the waters, and jay will almost always grab a pillow to cover his crotch or cross his legs and smile tensely.

and it pisses him off because it's so obvious that jay himself likes jungwon. that he can't stop his eyes from following him, that he always has to have his hands on the younger, that he blatantly shows his favoritism without a care in the world. 

"i don't have a seat." jungwon whines, "riki-yah, move your bag."

"noooo, i need it here, it can't stay on the flooooor." riki groans, his long body flopping over to the side to hold onto his beloved bag. it's louis vuitton, an early (but definitely not the last) birthday gift from the hyungs, and he's been treating it like it's his baby since they gave it to him.

the ends of the seven sofas are taken up by piles of undone laundry and workout equipment, with an extra one taken up by riki's bag, so sunoo, riki, jake, and jay sit on the remaining seats, with sunghoon and heeseung sitting on pillows below them. "i don't wanna sit on the floor."

jay makes a sound and motions to sit beside him, scooting to the side to make space for jungwon. "thanks." jungwon whispers, careful not to talk over heeseung and sunghoon squabbling over which movie to watch for tonight.

he's not even settled in and jay's already slinging a hand over the backrest where jungwon will be leaning against. jungwon gulps and tries to steady his quickly-beating heart. jay looks so fucking good today.

eventually they settle on the pilot episode of squid game after sunoo mentioned the reviews were nothing short of glorifying. it's cold in the room and he regrets not wearing a shirt under his hoodie, or pajama pants. 

every time his hoodie brushes against his chest a little moan threatens to escape him, especially when his side is pressed against jay's side. he's so warm and nice, it must feel amazing to cuddle with jay under a blanket.

jungwon swallows and scoots a bit closer. jay's hand instantly goes to his hair, playing with its soft strands as he not-so-subtly tips jungwon's head so it lands on his shoulder.

jay smells good. the scent of his expensive perfume was faint, now mixing in with his regular smell and the scent of fabric softener. despite the rising tension in the show, he can already feel his eyes start to droop.

he's only shaken awake when rough hands grab his thighs and lay them diagonally across jay's. something at the pit of jungwon's stomach squirms when he sees how pale his thighs look, pressed together perfectly as jay fits a tanned hand in between them.

it frustrates jungwon because jay shows all the goddamn signs but won't admit it, won't say it, won't confess. he rubs circles onto jungwon's thighs, enjoying the softness, but once they talk about things like relationships and dating, jay backs out.

"you good, jungwon-ah?"

"yeah." jungwon says, trying not to sound too pissed. "just peachy."

"okay, well, tell me if you need anything." jay says, then plants a kiss on top of jungwon's head. he does shit like this but changes the subject when jungwon asks him about his type. (it's obvious it's jungwon.) he rubs jungwon's waist but denies it whenever the members tease him about liking jungwon, about him and jungwon being a couple, and honestly, it's a dick move.

jungwon seethes about the whole thing while the episode runs. he was mad at jay for being such a cowardly hypocrite. he'd touch him all over but then chicken out whenever jungwon would try to confront him about it.

he's playing with jungwon's thighs, and jungwon can't help but think of how it's so unfair that jay gets to touch him anywhere he wants. he gets to be sexual in the most non-sexual way while being alright with leaving jungwon in the dark about how he truly felt about him. 

(the rest of the members have a fun time though. jake literally screams when gong yoo appears on screen, sunoo and jay yell expletives for the whole duration of the first game, and heeseung and riki are already mapping out the next episodes of the series with crazy ideas.)

jay couldn't do that to jungwon. jungwon wouldn't let him. he was so selfish. so sly, too, putting jungwon into his lap whenever he pleased and kissing his head when he felt like it, feeling him up without a care in the world, indulging in his greedy, prurient side.

if jay liked him so much he should fucking say it, not act like if he didn't touch jungwon he'd die. he touches and touches and touches but when it comes to feelings, he avoids them like the plague. jay's fucking stupid if he thinks jungwon doesn't know about his little crush. he should make a move and be bold with it.

so when the credits start to roll and when they're taking a vote for whether to start the new episode or not, jungwon stands up, grabs jay by the wrist, and drags him all the way to the bedroom. 

jay looked scary. he was intimidating, no doubt about it—sharp eyes, sharp jaw, sharp nose, sharp gaze. everything about him was lethal-looking. he came off strong and intimidating. people would very much rather approach jake or sunoo because they looked approachable and warm, heeseung looked good-hearted because of his round eyes, while jay—well. he looked anything but all those cuddly descriptions.

jungwon, on the other hand, was about as soft as someone could get. sparkly cat eyes and round cheeks, soft jaw and milk white skin. he looked so innocent and it made jay feel much worse about his attraction to him than he already felt.

he knows he shouldn't be thinking it, that he's a shitty hyung and a shitty person in general for even entertaining his dirty imagination. so he's fucking terrible for returning to those thoughts practically every night.

he just wants to push jungwon onto a bed and fuck him until he lost the ability to speak properly. he wants to bend him over and keep a tight grip on his lithe waist as jay fucked him so hard everyone could hear. 

and he imagined their first time to be a little more of jay coaxing jungwon into doing it, easing his apprehensions and getting him in the mood before jay took jungwon slowly. he'd be gentle for their first time, of course. he imagined rocking his hips against jungwon's slowly and imagined watching jungwon's face as he fell apart. and if jungwon let him, he'd be increasingly rougher with every time they got the chance to fool around. 

jungwon's lips would fall apart slowly and his long lashes would flutter as he closed his eyes. he'd take jungwon's first time, be the first to enter jungwon and the first to make jungwon feel that good. 

suffice to say, jay's dumbfounded when jungwon suddenly drags him into the bedroom and locks the door, pushing him onto the bed. it all happened to fast jay didn't have any time to blink or comprehend what was happening.

not until jungwon perched himself on jay's lap, the light weight a pleasant pressure on jay's thighs. fuck, do not get a boner right now, park jongseong. jungwon looked irritated, like he was about to scold a child for taking a cookie from the jar.

"you just love to touch me, don't you, hyung?" jungwon glares down at jay. 

he can only gape in confusion, unease kicking in. they were just having a nice conversation with everyone in the living room and suddenly jay's under an annoyed jungwon. he laughs, but jungwon doesn't look amused. "what?"

"your hand on my thighs, on my neck, on my head, holding my hand, playing with my sweater, it's just too obvious." jungwon mutters as he grabs jay's wrists, then from thin air, jungwon brandishes jay's necktie. he makes quick work of it; jay's wrists are tied together within seconds. 

"won-ah, what the hell?" jay laughs, and when he tries to tug his wrists apart, jungwon lets his hand keep them in place. jungwon is seething, staring him down, and jay lets a nervous little laugh escape him. "okay, i get it, no touching. i didn't know you were uncomfortable."

jungwon only narrows his eyes and glances down at their hands. jay follows, and his brows raise in surprise. his hands were upturned, and although jungwon was holding his wrists together, jay's thumb was rubbing circles onto jungwon's thin forearm. he didn't even notice.

jay laughs and meets jungwon's eyes. the younger boy didn't look very amused. "shit, sorry, i didn't.." he says, letting go and smiling sheepishly at jungwon in hopes of lightening the mood. it doesn't. if anything it seems like jungwon only got even angrier, because his whole expression darkens. there's the no-nonsense leader that jay only really sees during practices and schedules. 

jay honest to god doesn't know what he did wrong, but he doesn't think being tied up is a necessary measure. he tries so hard to try and dissolve any incoming thoughts of how sexual the whole situation is.

jungwon's eyes are sharp and dark. he lets the silence grow as he stares jay down, and all jay can do is smile dopily, hoping it'd get him off the hook.

it doesn't.

jungwon's clear voice cuts through the thick tension in the air. "do you think i'm cute, hyung?"

jay gulps while jungwon searches his eyes, his tiny smile only growing the longer jay stays quiet. jay picks his next few words out carefully. "we all do, you know that. everyone thinks you're cute, like a little kitten, and—"

jungwon cuts off his nervous rambling by holding a hand up, "fine. let's change the question." his eyes narrow, looking like a cat who's about to pounce. his face leans in closer, hands on the spaces beside jay's hips, "do you think i'm pretty?"

jay must have killed an orphan and burned down an animal shelter in his past life, because there was no way this wasn't punishment for something he's done. he wracks his brain for something, anything, before settling on, "y-you're not an idol for nothing. all idols are attractive."

jungwon rolls his eyes and scoffs. "attractive," he says under his breath. and this time he doesn't move his lower body, but instead extends his upper body, stretching it and showing off his lean figure in a clean arch. jay struggles not to look down and appreciate the dips of his waist or the curve of his back.

the older boy leans back to keep a distance and jungwon clearly notices how his gaze falters.

"am i fuckable, hyung?" jungwon says, each word perfectly enunciated so jay doesn't misinterpret a thing—simply put, that's what he asked and that's what jay's going to answer. "do you think i'd look attractive sucking a cock?"

and that shocks jay. he can't believe it's jungwon talking, it was like he was a whole other person. play it cool. "jungwon, where's this coming from?" jay laughs, less from humor and more out of nervous tension. he tries to shift his body and to move jungwon off his lap by moving his thighs, but jungwon plants his whole weight on jay now. he couldn't possibly know, could he? jay was careful. jay never told a soul.

jungwon pouts. "nowhere. i just wanna know." but there's something beneath the surface. there's something there, but jay doesn't know what. he doesn't know what jungwon's intentions are, how jay should answer, how jungwon would react. 

deny it. just keep denying. he won't suspect a thing. "as your hyung? no. and even as a stranger, no."

"no?" jungwon can barely suppress the laugh that attempts to bubble out of him, disbelief tangible in the way jungwon smiles indulgently. "you don't?"

"i.. i don't—maybe for other people?" jay says. his throat is too dry and his voice has gone too small, "i don't think of you that way."

jungwon purses his lips and watches jay for a little longer. a cat deciding what it wants to do with the mouse it's just caught—that's what jungwon reminds jay of. when he speaks again, jay feels like he's been shot and sent to hell. "you're saying you don't jack off thinking about me?"

jay's jaw drops, eyes widening as jungwon stares at jay. "what?" jay says, and in a second he realizes he sounds like he's been caught, so he tries to salvage the situation. he gives a disbelieving laugh, "what? no! jungwon, i would never, i-i mean," change the subject change the subject for god's sake change the subject, "where are you even getting this? did someone say something?" 

"if they did, then it's not true. whatever they're saying. i don't even know how you thought of— i-i mean that's absurd, i—" jay gets cut off when jungwon lifts his hips from where they were on his lap, planting himself down so he's now sitting right on top of jay's dick. jungwon smiles, pretty and sharp, looking too much like one of those big, wild cats rather than the kitten he normally was, "it's absurd? you mean you've never once thought of me under you?"

"i wouldn't do that." jay says, resolve breaking slowly.

jungwon makes a tiny sound that's comparable to a growl, "liar. you're lying." jungwon hisses, pressing his hips down and waiting for a reaction. 

he rolls his hips, keeping his eyes on jay. the older boy is staunchly firm on not giving a reaction, but he catches the tiniest ones anyway: the way jay's eyebrows threaten to furrow, how his chest rises and falls quickly, how jay's lower body moves to get jungwon's ass away.

it won't be long until jay breaks. "i'm not lying jungwon, believe me. i don't know where you got the idea from. was it from sns?"

the younger boy smiles bitterly. just a little more. jay doesn't shut up, though, eager to fill the silence, and intent on distracting his mind so it doesn't wander and prove jungwon's point. jungwon knows jay so well. "jungwon, get off, let's just join the others,"

"no." jungwon says languidly, "i think i like it here."

jay shakes his head, keeping his mind from the millions of fantasies crashing into his brain and setting it on fire. "the fans? they," jay stops, breath hitching when jungwon hikes himself up closer to him, "they said something? you can't believe the f—"

jungwon slaps a hand over jay's mouth. "you talk way too much. too much and too dishonestly." jay's hands twitch uselessly between them, and when jungwon lets his arm hook around the back of jay's neck, he feels it. 

jay's eyes widen and jungwon giggles. "bingo."

jungwon's eyes flash wickedly as a victorious smile grows on his face. everything about him screamed i knew it, and jay wants to run the fuck away. "you're just a big pervert, aren't you, hyung? what kind of sick guy gets off to the thought of his dongsaeng?" jungwon says, words venomous and tone mocking.

"wait, fuck, wonnie, i'm sorry for—shit, i don't think of you that way," jay laughs, panicked, shifting under jungwon, "it's just a-a natural reaction, just get off and we can—"

"hyung." jungwon says blankly. he rolls his eyes. "just give up already."

jay swallows and his head hang, ashamed. it's his fault, anyway, he shouldn't have been having those thoughts about jungwon and he shouldn't have been returning to them every night. he dug his own grave and he has to lay in it.

even though the admission may just ruin their bond and keep jungwon away from him completely, jungwon deserves the honesty. he mutters, "i'm so fucking sorry."

and instead of jungwon getting angry and calling him a fucking creep, jungwon only hums. "no you're not. i hear you moaning my name at night, you know."

jay's stomach drops. he could've sworn he was the only one awake during those times he'd run off to the bathroom in the middle of the night to jerk off. jungwon comes in closer. "i'm two years younger than you, hyung. are you ashamed because you got caught or do you actually feel sorry?" he hisses, catlike eyes narrowed in contempt and disgust. the way he speaks makes jay feel fucking embarrassed. he's been caught in the act by the boy he's been fantasizing about.

"i-i do, i really do, jungwon-ah," jay breathes out, gritting his jaw as he struggles not to release any noises. jungwon would undoubtedly jump on them and use them as leverage, and jay can't suffer any more humiliation. jungwon's probably testing his self-control, and if he tries to do anything, jungwon would probably cut his dick off. "i'm so fucking sorry, i know i shouldn't have done it, wh-what can i do to—"

jungwon cuts him off, uncaring of jay's turmoil, "what’s that bullshit you keep saying? i’m your lifeline, right? is that just something to get me to bend over for you?"

"no! no, god no, i was serious when i said that about you." jay says, but it's hard to keep his voice steady, because jungwon's still grinding down on him with the slightest of pressure. "you helped me out a lot."

"so what is it? am i your lifeline or am i the boy you imagine fucking every night?"

jay shakes his head. "please, jungwon. i'm sorry."

"maybe i'll forgive you if you tell me what you think of. what you imagine when you're stroking your cock."

he didn't even know jungwon was capable of being this sexual. he doesn't know what kind of punishment this is supposed to be, but jungwon's fucking terrible for doing it. jay's voice cracks. "i can't."

"yes you can, hyung, you're just too fucking embarrassed to say it to my face." jungwon hisses. his stare burns into jay's, demanding his answer. he tips jay's head up and flutters his lashes when jay meets his eyes, "but i'm here, aren't i? why not flip me over and fuck me already?"

jay looks distraught, and momentarily, jungwon feels a little bad for being so mean. he'd stop if he didn't think jay was so cute like this—jay was normally so tough and confident, and although jay's a sweetheart, the rush of power is too wonderful to pass up.

he looks like he's about to cry or about to beg for forgiveness. so cute.

jungwon runs his hand down jay's bicep, then his tricep, then snorts. "your arms are bigger than mine and you can't even hold me down." he murmurs like a side thought.

jungwon smiles. he's so pretty. so pretty and cute and innocent-looking jay didn't know what to do with himself. they both know he could just as easily get out of the makeshift rope and flip jungwon over, he could push his head into the sheets as he fucked the life out of him, but he doesn't. that's the best part about it. jay stays still. he's good. 

"tell me."

"just, i.. i don't know, you on your knees or you under me." jay answers quietly. heat pools in jungwon's stomach, a giddy little feeling resting deep at the admission. 

jungwon smiles. "how often?"

"only sometimes, but god, jungwon, i'm so sorry, i swear i always feel bad about it, and—"

jungwon laughs out loud at that. he takes the opportunity to grind his wrist against jay's hard on, watching gleefully when jay bites his lips so hard they nearly split open and bleed. his hyung's breaths turn heavy and labored. "no," he says dismissively, "you like it. you love it. how long have you been fucking your fist wishing it was me, hyung?"

"not long, i promise, it was only this month or so." jay says. he feels so much shame, like jungwon's picking him apart, reaching into his secrets and pulling them out to lay in front of them both, forcing jay to face his own lecherous thoughts.

jungwon makes a sound of disbelief. "this month? do you think i'm stupid, hyung? when was it really?"

jay can't. he can't. he can't bring himself to tell jungwon exactly when the attraction started and when the lewd thoughts started invading his nightly visions. he'd rather die than say it out loud, so he says, "two months ago."

"wrong. you and i both know that's wrong," jungwon clicks his tongue. he pouts and shakes his head, casting his eyes to the side in thought. then his pretty face lights up in realization, eyes crinkling and lips revealing a terribly brilliant smile, "oh, i know! was it I-LAND?"

jungwon's face and tone are bright, giddy to a deceiving degree, but the disdain and the intended mockery are crystal clear. "you saw me when i was sixteen and decided i'd be the perfect jerk-off material, right?" he giggles, letting his free hand come up to play with jay's hair. jay doesn't know what to do, if he should push jungwon off of him, if he should continue to sit under jungwon and have this humiliating, disorienting experience. 

"fuck," jay says, but it comes out as something like a strangled whimper. his tear ducts burn and jay suspects it won't be long until he breaks. jungwon keeps his hand on jay's prominent bulge, applying the pressure and grinding it ever so subtly.

jungwon smiles down at him, dangerous and predatory. "what did you like about me, hm? you must've felt so powerful, right, thinking about fucking the innocence out of me?" he asks, and both of them know he's hit the nail right on the head.

he squeezes and jay lets out a strangled moan, eyes clamping shut and teeth gritted as jungwon feels his hard-on. "you feel so big. d'you think i'll be able to take you all?" jungwon whispers, eyes sparkling with mischief. his eyes seek jay's but the older is intent on avoiding eye contact, on keeping his eyes trained somewhere else, on closing and shutting jungwon out. anything to circumvent jungwon's gaze. "or would you split me in two?"

"f-fuck, please, jungwon." jay moans shakily, not even noticing as he starts moving his hips and pushing up into jungwon's hands. jungwon applies more pressure and jay shivers, praying to god that he doesn't cum in his pants.

jungwon pouts. "please what? what do you want?"

"want you t-to touch me." jay pants, "please."

"do you think you deserve my touch?" jungwon leans in, "after all, you're a fucking sicko. getting off to the thought of me."

jay avoids the question. he knows he doesn't deserve to even breathe near jungwon right now, but his lust overpowers all rationality, "i can make you feel good."

jungwon stares at jay, dwelling and contemplative, before he hooks a finger through the waistband of jay's sweats and tugs at it softly. jay instantly gets it—he's so good, so compliant—and lifts his hips so jungwon can pull them off.

jungwon's eyes widen once he sees jay's cock. it's fucking big. bigger than his fingers will ever be, thicker than any of his tiny toys. he's going to have so much fun with jay.

his cock is already an angry red, wet at the tip with veins running down its sides. jungwon feels his own cock twitch in his pants. his own dick was nothing compared to jay's, and yet, here his hyung was, waiting obediently and trying his best to please jungwon.

jungwon grabs jay's hair and tilts his head up, "don't you think it's a shame to have such a big cock? to have something like this," jungwon grabs jay's cock, big and long in his hand. it's heavy and jungwon feels his mouth water when he tries to imagine it forcing its way inside of him.

jungwon would be bending down to take it into his mouth and let jay fuck his throat if it weren't for him being dead-set on humiliating his favorite hyung. "and not know how to use it?"

it spurts precum all around jungwon's fist and jay desperately wants to fuck into it, wants to see jungwon take it into his mouth and get his mouth fucked, wants to shove his cock down jungwon's throat, but he can't. 

"you must've dreamt about my hand around you." jungwon says. his eyes are half-lidded and his gaze is heavy as he stares jay down, letting his fist pump jay's cock, "you wanna fuck me, hyung? wanna feel me around your big cock?"

"y-yes, yes, fuck, please jungwon-ah,"

while his thighs are straddled by jungwon, he can already see the difference between the two of them. his body was hard and lightly muscled, tanned and toned to perfection, while jungwon was soft and slim and pale. jungwon's thighs are so slim compared to his own; jungwon's wrists are skinnier and look like they could break under the slightest bit of force. jay should be fucking jungwon, he should be making him cry and cum all over himself, but jay is here. 

and he just knows that if it had been any other member, he wouldn't have been as complacent. he would've commanded them to let go of his wrists and he'd take charge in instant, but when it comes to jungwon, he's powerless.

jay tugs his wrists apart a little more, loosening the tie. he wants to smooth his hands over jungwon's smooth skin and touch him all over, memorize the feeling of jungwon under the pads of his fingers, let jungwon feel the callousness of his palms. but as soon as his hand lands on jungwon's knee, jungwon hisses and jolts like he's been burned.

"don't touch me, hyung, or i'm gonna make you sit back and watch heeseung hyung fuck me." jungwon glares. his tone is tight and cold and if he could he probably would've bitten jay's hands off. jungwon mutters, "i'm sure he knows how to use his cock."

jungwon likes to lead, he likes to control and he'd much rather prefer when he has the reigns, and it shows. he leads everything and speaks over jay on purpose, to make sure the blows aren't softened and that the words aren't sugarcoated. he's ruthless like that.

he doesn't know what jungwon's doing to him because the thought of someone else laying their hands on jungwon distresses him. "no, no, please, just stay here won-ah—" distraught, jay wants to reach out and touch jungwon again in the desperation to keep him here. he feels his hands twitching and his fingers moving, but he can't. 

"gosh, you're so clingy. it's a little sad to see." jungwon lifts himself up, his knees now on either of jay's thighs as he reaches behind himself to pull something out. he tosses it carelessly to the side—a plug. jungwon had a plug in him. it tells him so many things: it tells him that jungwon's much more sexual than he realized, that he isn't the guileless little virgin he expected, and that he was planning this.

"jungwon." he breathes out. his hands twitch, wanting to hold jungwon's thighs or offer his finger or anything. he just wants to touch him.

"shut up, hyung." jungwon snaps, slipping in two finger to open himself up. his eyes close and his lashes are so long they almost touch his cheeks. he can only watch the motion of jungwon's arm helplessly. his cock fucking hurts, too.

jungwon is trembling. jay's cock is so big it's hard to take in one go, so jungwon has to constantly breathe in and breathe out to sink down on it. jungwon lets out pained whimpers as he slowly takes it in, "hah, you see? your cock could wreck my little hole. y-you could be forcing your cock inside of me right, hnngh, right now,"

jungwon sinks onto his cock. the younger boy releases high-pitched, utterly pleased keens of pleasure; his head drops onto the crook between jay's shoulder and neck as he hides his face. like this, jay can hear every tiny inflection in jungwon's whiny voice.

"fuck. you feel so good, jay hyung, y-you stretch me so wide 'n reach so deep," jungwon says. his voice is breathy like he got the wind knocked out of him, back arching as he leans into jay's body.

jungwon sounds so pretty but this isn't what he wanted. he wants to see jungwon, not just hear and feel him, he wants to see his pretty face shaded in the pinks of pleasure. "you have such a big cock, hyung, it's so—" jungwon's breath hitches, "—so good. i dunno if i'll ever take a cock as big as yours."

his hips buck involuntarily, pressing into jungwon's prostate. the younger boy jolts and shivers, but digs his nails into jay's skin in a show of dismay. jay swallows. "w-wonnie, please, let me see you." in this position he only has the view of the room behind him, not of jungwon or his thighs or his body. 

"not enough to have me on your dick, hyung?" jungwon laughs, a hand coming up to brush against jay's sharp jaw. he nips at jay's neck and the older boy barely gets to suppress a groan before jungwon's rolling his hips.

"no, j-jungwon-ah, i wanna see you." jay's voice trembles, and it's a testament to his desperation to not have his pride block the words from escaping his throat. he'd do anything at this point.

jungwon laughs and it sends shivers down jay's spine. he takes his sweet time, riding slow and steady, rolling his torso, then swiveling his hips. where the hell did jungwon learn to do this?

and when jungwon finally lifts himself up off of jay, finally lets jay see him clearly, jay feels like he's seeing an angel. jungwon has a different glow when he's speared open on his cock, smile arrogant and eyes scrutinizing.

his hair is slightly damp and there's that barely-there, nearly imperceptible blush that often appeared on jungwon's cheeks. his eyes are as pretty as ever, so unique and beautiful. he looked like an absolute angel on his cock, but the younger boy was closer to the devil himself.

"oh, hyung," jungwon giggles. he's elated. he rolls his hips torturously slow, tightening his walls with every rotation as he watches jay's face intently. "you're so cute."

"you feel really good, won-ah," jay says, panting heavily and gritting his teeth. he wasn't allowed to move, not even allowed to fucking touch.

"yeah? you like the feeling of your big cock splitting me in two? of it stretching me open and filling me up good?" jungwon asks, tilting his head, looking like the epitome of innocence. it fucks with jay's head. jay watches as jungwon's fingers brush his thighs lightly, running up pale thighs until they reach the hem of his big hoodie.

jungwon swirls his hips, rolling and gyrating and doing everything to make sure jay feels him. "i think i can feel you in my tummy, y'know," jungwon says, eyes dazed and drunk on the feeling of jay hitting so deep.

jay's head knocks back in a feeling he can't quite describe, just a feeling one would get when he's trapped right between heaven and hell. that odd twisty threshold between too much and too little.

"i can feel you pushing against my walls," he whispers, then he drags his hoodie up slowly, exposing his smooth white skin and his pink cock, then he shifts forward perfectly. jay can see the bulge his cock makes, the imprint it has on jungwon's flat tummy, and jay wants to fucking cry.

it reminds him of how small and tight jungwon's body is, how small his waist is and how slim his hips are. it reminds him of how he's bigger and how he's capable of fucking the living daylights out of jungwon's tiny body, and it reminds him of how he doesn't.

how he doesn't use his strength or his age to make jungwon fuck off and submit to him instead. he just sits there and lets jungwon have his fun even at his expense. jungwon bounces up and down slightly, his pace consistent.

then jungwon rolls his hips and jay's hypnotized—his navel was so slim and pretty, white and flat as he continued to show just how deep jay was inside of him. "do you like it? is this better than your pathetic fantasies?"

"yes, fuck, definitely," jay says in a rush. jungwon's hips roll slowly but with purpose, and jay is so close to the verge of coming that this doesn't help. not at all. he's been sensitive for what feels like forever.

jungwon whines, "fuck, this'd be so much easier if you weren't such a pussy."

"i can make you feel so good, if-if you let me," jay pleads, hips shifting upwards to thrust his cock in deeper. jungwon shudders but tries to play it off, grabbing jay's thighs and pushing them down on the bed. jay knew jungwon was strong but the younger boy never liked showing it. he had a thing for being babied, and he turned mellow and pliant in jay's hold under normal circumstances. this was not one of them.

jungwon glares at jay. "that doesn't mean i'm going to let you try. you've been bad and this is your punishment." jungwon says, then he lifts his hoodie off of himself so he's shirtless. he's so white and so pretty, smooth skin exposed for jay, and like this, he can see the contours of jungwon's beautiful body. he doesn't know how jungwon's so fucking perfect, evil and goodness and beauty and sex wrapped up into one boy, and jay can't believe that this is actually happening.

his waist looks cinched and it looks like he could be so easy to bend over. so easy to dominate, so easy to break, and yet jay doesn't do any of that. he can't do any of that. jay's voice shakes when he speaks now. "'m sorry, won-ah, i-i'm really sorry—"

"shut up, hyung, i'm trying to get off." jungwon snaps, like jay was a child who just couldn't shut the fuck up. every time jungwon calls jay hyung, it makes jay burn a little more. he was jungwon's hyung. he's older, more independent, more mature.

it humiliates him so much more because fuck he's the hyung and he shouldn't be laying there and letting his dongsaeng outright disrespect him like that. he shouldn't be letting a kid boss him around. why wasn't he fighting back? 

"ngh, jay hyung," jungwon whimpers. it snaps jay out of his cottoned mind. then he yelps, a jolt of pleasure running up his spine. "fuck!"

jungwon's been growing his hair out, too, slightly longer now, and it's such a goddamn shame jay can't lay him down on his back and watch his pretty black hair splay out under him. his eyes don't stop roaming jungwon's body, eager to memorize every inch and to sear it into his mind.

"i knew your cock was big, but i didn't realize, hah," jungwon whimpers. his hole tightens around jay's cock. it was bigger than his fingers and the brush he filched from their makeup artists. it was so thick too. jungwon can feel the stretch every time he moves. "d-didn't realize it'd be this big."

"jungwon—" jay attempts, but jungwon cuts him off like he wasn't even speaking in the first place. he didn't know the younger boy could be so mean. 

he rolls his hips back and forth, jay's eyes catching on the way the bulge appears and disappears. the only thing that's missing from the view are his hands around jungwon's waist. "and it was so obvious you wanted to fuck me too, but when push comes to shove, you can't be a man and do it, huh?" jungwon laughs, impossibly happy at how pathetic is hyung looks right now. 

jay's moans rise in volume, pants quickening as he starts to garble out unintelligible words and a scramble of jungwon's name. he stops, grabbing the base of jay's cock, and the older boy nearly sobs. "no, won, please.."

"look at me." jungwon hisses. jay dopily looks up at him, and jungwon's strucken by just how stunning jay looks now that he's completely submissive. "don't even think about coming, hyung, or else you're really gonna get it. 'kay, hyungie?"

"yes, jungwon-ah."

he nudges at jay's bound wrists which lay helplessly in between them, unable to touch the absolute vision before him.

"you're older than me and you're bigger than me, but you're here, incapable of fucking me how i want you to. isn't that pathetic?" jungwon giggles, eyelashes fluttering prettily, "don't you think you're pathetic, hyungie?"

but with jay's unresponsiveness, jungwon's dulcet tone turns sour and sharp. "say it."

"jungwon, i—"

"i wanna hear you say it, hyung." he grits out. 

tears sting at his eyes but jay quickly blinks them away, "i'm pathetic." jay doesn't know how the fuck he's going to salvage his dignity after this, doesn't know how he's going to look jungwon in the eye once the lust is flushed out of their systems.

jungwon coos, pinching jay's cheek condescendingly. "good boy, jay hyung," he smiles, "and anyway, even if i give you permission, i bet i could fuck myself on your cock better than if you were in charge."

and with that, he ignores jay, only continuing to fuck himself on jay's big cock. jungwon lets out little mewls every time he sinks back down. both of them can feel how jay spears his little hole open, how jungwon's walls have to make way for something as big as his cock, how well jungwon takes it.

"you must've thought i'd roll over and let you fuck me like a bitch." and yes, yes, that's exactly what jay thought and imagined and conjured up in his mind. it's what makes this much more humiliating. how he fully expected jungwon to cry at one finger in and how he'd have to be extremely slow when fucking him. how he's fucking wrong and how he's never been more wrong in his life.

jay meets jungwon's eyes. they're already on him, glinting with pleasure as he tracks jay's facial expressions and how he grits his teeth and bites his lip. "you never would've thought you'd be at my mercy."

jungwon keens afterwards, bouncing on jay's lap, looking like an angel. jay would gladly stay like this forever. he's so tight and wet around his cock, and the accompanying heat makes it the best goddamn feeling in the world. 

jungwon quickens the pace, head thrown back as he moans high in his throat. he doesn't bother looking at jay, using his cock like it was the best sex toy and ignoring the older boy's presence like a ghost.

and jay desperately wants to call jungwon's name just to have his attention back on him—suffering the humiliation was better as long as he had jungwon's eyes on him, as long as jungwon's mind was full of jay. like a prayer's been answered, jungwon stops fucking himself on his cock and looks at jay.

he leans in closer, pouting at the older boy. "i'm sorry for giving you such hell earlier, hyung." jungwon sighs, bringing a hand up to cup jay's cheek. his eyes are more gentle, but not necessarily soft.

jay shakes his head, swallowing harshly as a moan rises in his throat. "it's alright, won-ah."

"the truth is, i think of you too." jungwon says, eyes half-lidded as he stares at jay. he smiles when jay's eyes widen—he blushes, too, the tips of his ears reddening and the base of his neck heating up. he had such an effect on jay it was a little sad.

he leans in, and sotto voce, he says, "you make me so needy. i spray your perfume on my sweaters and fuck myself while imagining my fingers are yours." jungwon's voice is smooth and clear like water and jay knows that'll be repeating in his mind every night. jungwon fucking his little hole while thinking of jay, probably moaning into sweater paws as he shook from oversensitivity, and—

"i just wanted you to be rough with me, y'know?" jungwon smiles absently, tucking jay's hair behind his ears. he sounds breathless and fucked out, oozing sensuality, clearly meant to tease jay now. it works. "wanted you to fuck me like a toy."

"fuck." jay grits out.

"it's okay though. i quite like having you as my toy. you fuck me so deep, wish i could keep you in me forever," jungwon says, patting his navel and pushing down, and jesus christ, jay can feel it. they're the perfect fit together: jay, whose cock is a little too big, and jungwon, whose body is a little too small. 

jungwon starts up again and jay can already tell he's close. all the pent-up tension and the teasing must've taken a toll on them both because they're both dangerously close to their releases. jungwon makes tiny whimpers with every thrust now, like he can't help but let his sounds escape because of how good it feels.

he bounces a little faster on jay's cock even if his thighs are starting to hurt. jay's size makes it almost unbearable to tolerate because it's just too much—there's still a throbbing ache around his ass from stretching to accommodate jay's length and girth.

jungwon whimpers. "fuck, hyung!" heat pooled in his gut and it was liquid, molten, burning. jay looked so fucking hot beneath him, biting his lip and staring up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. they never once leave jungwon, like he's trying to capture this moment forever, like he's still trying to comprehend that this is real.

"been wanting this for so long, hyungie," jungwon breathes out. he smirks down at jay, "although i did think you'd be a little less.. submissive."

"good, feels g-good, jungwon-ah." jay moans out. he sounds winded and out of it, head fluffed up and in a haze from the pleasure. he's rambling now, words that jungwon can't understand mixed up with 'good' and 'thank you.'

jay starts to thrust upwards as well, mindless and chasing the pleasure that jungwon's been denying him for so long. surprisingly, jungwon doesn't protest. he keens and arches his back, nearly trembling as jay hits his prostate head-on.

jay seems to only grow more confident when jungwon's sounds of pleasure are more needier, when his expressions are less feisty and more desperate. "cute kitty." he says breathlessly, like he's been snapped out of his reverie but still making an effort to tease. smirking, cocky, confident. that's the jay he knows. it's like he pulled him out of his daze by pointing out that he was submitting to him, and he should've known regular jay wouldn't have let that pass.

"sh-shut up, hyung." jungwon hisses, gritting his teeth when a full body shiver wracks his system and nearly tips him over the edge. jungwon has to steady himself and misplace his mind momentarily, just to get his thoughts off the onslaught of pleasure that jay's cock gives him. it rushes through his mind—so big so big so big so full so big so full so big and full—in an endless string, only serving to push him closer to the edge.

"gonna cum?" jay asks, voice deep and smooth and intrusive.

"q-quiet!" jungwon says, slapping his hands over jay's mouth. his walls are so fucking tight around jay's cock, like he was just made for him. they fit so perfectly together. "i swear, hyung, one more word and i'm not letting you cum."

but jay's hands reach up and grab jungwon's wrists, and jungwon's heart stops. no, no, no, he thinks, and when he tries to wriggle them out of jay's grip, they don't budge. even with his hands tied jay's stronger than jungwon. jungwon tries again and jay grips hard enough to bruise his thin wrists.

"but you love my fat cock, don't you? it hits your sweet spot just right." jay smiles up at jungwon lazily, like he's been in charge all along. jungwon's eyes widen, pretty lashes fluttering in surprise. jungwon gulps. "i—"

jay lands a hard thrust and it makes jungwon scream, throwing his head back and thighs clamping together, but jay resumes his pace. jungwon arches his back and wriggles around. jay's cock is so deep he can feel it in his goddamn throat. 

his little cock bounces in between them. jungwon's small body looks perfect perched on top of his, shaking from the thrusts and shivering from the sensations.

"you take it so well, won-ah,"

"k-keep quiet, hyung," jungwon whines exasperatedly, head dropping down, chin to chest. he continues grinding on jay's cock and it doesn't get any easier to resist his orgasm. "you're not supposed to b-be talking."

"you wanna shut me up, darling?" jay smirks.

jungwon glares down at jay and grabs his face, aggressive, but it has jay smiling into the kiss. jay licks into his mouth and nibbles on his lips. jungwon tries his hardest not to moan into the kiss.

jay breaks the kiss. "fuck, i'm coming." 

"ha." jungwon laughs weakly, not seeming to notice how tired he sounds, "lame."

jay huffs. "brat."

jungwon giggles. "oh, you want me to be a brat, huh?" jungwon asks in challenge, and jay barely has time to protest, "fine, i can be a brat." jungwon says, then he stills his hips, essentially cutting off all sensations except for jungwon's perfect wet heat.

"oh, fuck."

"mhm. i'm a brat."

"jungwon, move. please." jay groans. he was already so close. his cock throbs in sensitivity, he was nearly there, but jungwon absolutely refuses to give him the push he needs. out of 7 billion people in the world, he had to like this shit-eating brat.

jungwon smiles down at him, sitting pretty and perfect on his cock. "you can come like this, can't you, hyung?" he flutters his lashes and jay's momentarily distracted by how fucking pretty jungwon is. he's always pretty but this jungwon, this debauched and fucked out and pleasure-crazy jungwon, is like finding an evil twin that he can't get enough of. "can't, please, fucking—shit. move, 'm begging you, wonnie,"

"you can't?"

"no i can't, jungwon, that's why—fuck, please, that's why i need you to move." jay can barely speak properly with how much he needs to come. he just has to, and the worst part is, no amount of persuasion will convince jungwon to give in. his mind is stuck on the need for release, not bothering to let his sentences make sense anymore.

jungwon laughs and waves him away. "you can do it, hyung. come on, i want your cum too."

momentarily, jay's astounded at just how dirty jungwon's mouth is. he's been spouting filth since earlier but the way jungwon is so unfazed is what really shakes him up. he stares directly at jay, not shying away at all as he says the most sinful things. he has half a fucking mind to suspect that his jungwon was tied up somewhere and that this was someone else.

"i always think of you, i think of how badly i want you to bend me over 'n fill me with your cum." jungwon says, running a finger over jay's lips. he tightens his hole and giggles when jay sounds like he's been punched in the gut. he rolls his hips softly before stopping, then starting up again. jay's pleasure is as inconsistent as waves rolling onto the shore. they go as quickly as they came.

"fill me up, hyung," jungwon breathes out, reaching down to play with jay's balls. jay whimpers and jungwon chuckles breathlessly, cheeks tinged red, "want you to cum so deep inside me, it can't leak out."

jungwon's already going crazy at the thought of jay's warm cum spilling inside, making its mark, making jungwon his. he knows jay is already extremely sensitive so this shouldn't be a problem.

"why aren't you cumming?" jungwon pouts. he uses his big, big eyes to dig into jay's soul, intensifying his teasing, "do i not feel good? do you not like me sitting on your cock?"

"no no no no god no, jungwon ah, you feel so good, i just need—" jungwon's cock twitches. jay sounds like he's about to cry. it's adorable just how distressed jay is from not getting enough friction. 

"you need what? aren't i enough?"

"jungwon, jungwon—god, fuck, please!"

the tight grip jungwon makes around his cock is intoxicating. "fine. you seem to need a little help. what's the magic word, hyungie?"

"god, jungwon, please!" jay cries out. the frustration brings out the roughness of jay's voice. jay's hips involuntarily jolt upwards, and jungon yelps. fucking hell. he glares down at jay and slaps him right across the face. "don't do that. you can't do that, you got it?"

jay curses under his breath. jungwon was fucking insufferable, relentless and cruel. the patronization in jungwon's tone is clear and hard to miss and his cheek stings from the slap. he should be fucking livid, he should be screaming at jungwon and threatening to hit him too, but instead, he says, "i'm sorry, won-ah, i won't do it again."

"good. we do it on my terms." he's warm and slick around jay's big cock, taking it like he was born to do it. "i'll do it quick for you. because i'm nice." jungwon smiles sardonically when he says it, and jay would've laughed if he weren't in this situation.

jungwon flashes a sharp smile at jay, who in turn only releases a shuddery breath and braces himself for what's to come.

soon, jungwon is bouncing up and down his cock wildly, hips moving in perfect circles before fucking himself on jay's big cock. he alternates expertly and the spark of pleasure that was about to ignite earlier rapidly builds up again.

jungwon's moans are high-pitched and whiny, coming out with every thrust like jay's punching them out of him.

his hips start rocking faster, back and forth rapidly, and he watches jay's facial expressions. he looks so fucking hot under him and he can't believe he's got this much power over jay to have him like this. to have him wrapped around his finger, submitting to his every whim.

"fuck! fuck, shit, jungwon—you feel so good, mmh," and jay's in a car without brakes, rapidly racing towards the end. jungwon is so tight and hot and wet, the sounds he's making are simply pornographic.

"w-want you to fill me up with your cum, hyung." the pace is inhumane at this point, jay driving into jungwon like he wants to make it hurt, and jungwon fucking himself on jay's cock like it's a blessing. 

jay wants jungwon on all fours, he wants a clear view of how his cock drives into jungwon's tiny hole, but jungwon is such a vision on top of him, with everything bared and unabashed moans trickling out of him. jay growls, "i will—hah, shit, jungwon, you're so fucking tight—"

jungwon's reedy moans mix with jay's throaty grunts, both tones weaving into one fabric. jay glances  up at jungwon, whose eyes are unfocused and tearful despite how much he bossed jay around. their breaths are laborious and quick, chasing their orgasms.

"take my cock so well," jay groans, "so tight 'n wet, fuck, wish i could fuck you everyday,"

"hyung." jungwon gasps out. he mewls, hips bucking. he arches and keens and runs his hands over anything he can touch: jay's biceps, his forearms, his neck, his shoulders.

"i'm gonna—"

"shit, i—"

jungwon keens, careful not to be too loud as his back arches and his thighs squeeze together. his little cock spurts cum onto jay's torso. jay moans and soon jungwon feels himself get filled up with cum, and he nearly orgasms a second time when he imagines his walls painted with jay's cum. they both pant like they just ran a marathon and jay belatedly realizes that he's sweating. jungwon, too, hair slightly damp.

jungwon collapses onto the bed, chest heaving as he tries to collect his breath. everything is still so sensitive, like every nerve is on a live wire, and he can still feel its aftershocks. he can feel his body tingling every time he moves.

his body absolutely melts into the mattress, rolling over and hooking a leg around jay's waist. jay pulls a blanket over them wordlessly.

"that was good."

"mhm. sorry i had to do that. you were being such a coward."

jay snorts and plays with jungwon's hair, with the younger boy pressing into his touch. "'s alright. i get it."

jungwon shifts on the bed, looking up at jay with bright, sparkly eyes. jay smirks. "yes?"

"i really like you, hyung." whispers jungwon.

jay breaks into a wide smile as he leans in to kiss jungwon, this time gentle and unrushed. when they break, jay grasps his chin softly. "i really like you too, jungwon-ah. but maybe you should sleep." jay says, watching how jungwon's eyes struggle to stay open, unfocusing and focusing every few seconds.

that sounds good. just a quick nap should do before they have to leave the room and explain to the members why the hell they were gone so long. jungwon burrows himself into jay's slide, nuzzling into his chest as he breathes out, "wake me up in 20."

the younger's eyelids are as heavy as sandbags, and he's about to slip into unconsciousness before jay dips in and whispers, "and when you wake up, i'll show you just how much i like you. i'll be sure to fuck you the way you want. like a toy, was it?"

jungwon doesn't get much sleep that night.