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               It starts as a joke. Changbin is drunk, and the skit was only a couple of weeks ago. So no one really thinks it is strange when Changbin tries to drape himself around Jeongin and says:

               “Yeah, you should grow your hair longer, you would look cute as hell.”

               “Yeah! And ginger!” Chan adds quickly, as Jeongin serves him another cup.

               “I don’t kn-”

               “No!” Changbin interrupts. “Long, straight and black, like noona.”

               Everyone starts to laugh, Jeongin included.

               “A purple streak and everything,” Felix suggests, and everyone's laughter gets louder.

The second time it happens, Changbin can feel the others' laughter becoming awkward.

               “I just don’t feel like bleaching, I don’t want my hair more damaged,” Jeongin explains; Felix is ruffling his hair as he nods, quickly understanding the struggle. “But I really want to try a new color.”

               “Try a wig,” Changbin says, and everyone kind of agrees. Minho jokes about getting a cheap one, Seungmin suggests a clown one. “Like noona.”

               Everyone goes silent for a second, then Chan laughs; it’s awkward, it wasn’t funny, it was a weird slip; Changbin knows it, and still, he can’t stop.

               As months go by, on top of having to be careful not to call Jeongin ‘Yongbok’, like he too often does, another preoccupation grows evident: for some fucking reason he can’t stop thinking of Jeongin on that family skit.

               His long black hair, sharp eyes, dismissive words. It gets to a point when he has called Jeongin ‘noona’ more than once in everyday conversations, like Changbin can’t accept that that hot Gen Z girl doesn’t exist.

               He knows, he knows it’s a problem, he knows he has to stop. But he can’t, he just can’t.

               One day, he finds Hyunjin on the couch, watching a compilation and laughing. Changbin tries to look at the phone from behind the couch, and the image of noona Jeongin hits him like a truck.

               They have dance practice after, and Changbin can’t stop looking at Jeongin and the way he moves. The maknae gets a little upset at some point over a step he is just not landing and he throws his beanie to the floor, ruffling his hair and looking around the room with sad eyes.

               “Let me help, noona,” Changbin says without thinking. Everyone goes mute. “Innie,” he tries to correct, but no one believes him. Still, Jeongin nods, and Changbin comes closer to him.

               Minho looks at them with a raised eyebrow; Felix is laughing. Changbin knows he is not the most indicated to help Jeongin, Minho and Hyunjin are there; and Chan, next to Jeongin, had already been almost putting a hand on Jeongin’s hip to tell him how to move.

               But, like a fire, something had come all the way from Changbin’s stomach to his throat, making him say the words and stop everyone else’s movements.

               “I had the same problem yesterday; you have to free your hips and-” Changbin puts a hand to Jeongin’s hip, and Jeongin raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment on it. Everyone is looking at them like they would look at an exhibition in a zoo, “-let it drop. Yeah, like that. No, don’t try to control it, your body knows where it should-” Changbin keeps his hand firm, and makes Jeongin make soft circles and then move them up and down, and, as he keeps praising him and explaining how to connect it to the movement of the rest of his body, he realizes.

               He’s moving Jeongin’s hips, like he was setting a rhythm as he fucked him, slow circles that go slightly up and down; he feels his grip strengthen.

               He has to excuse himself to the toilet right after, his head knocking against the door. Not even splashing all the water in the world on his face would have made him slightly less horny.

               It gets worse.

               He’s alone in his room after (much after), the day had been physically intense for everyone, and Changbin only wanted to go to sleep soon, but as soon as he closes his eyes, he sees him.

               And her.

               His noona, dismissive stare as he tries to impress her. He would beg for her. Beg her to let him touch her hand at least, and at some point, she would give in. And then he would get greedy, because he was being greedy already, and ask for something more, ‘just a kiss on the cheek, noona’, ‘let me see your breasts, noona’, ‘please, noona, can I touch one?’, ‘noona, am I not good? Can I get a kiss? Please, Innie, noona’… ‘can I fuck you, noona?’

               He’s hard and rutting against the bed, his hands gripping the pillow punishingly, biting his lip, trying to get the pain to make him stop. Stop thinking about the woman that does not exist; stop thinking about his friend, about sweet Innie, in a wig and a skirt, stepping on him.

               “Hyung!” Hyunjin calls from the door. “Chan asked me if we wanted to go have dinner at his. I told him yes! Get ready.”

               Fucked. He’s fucked.

               Only twenty minutes later, they are at Chan and Jeongin’s front door. Hyunjin had been looking weird at him the whole ride there, like he knew. He only prays Jeongin wouldn’t know. He wishes for Jeongin to be dining out.

               “Hi, Hyunjin; hi, hyung.”

               “Why is he hyung and I’m Hyunjin?” Hyunjin asks and takes Jeongin back to the living room, giving Changbin a second to recompose himself after seeing him.

               He’s fucked. Only seeing him had made his heart stop, all blood travelling south. Jeongin is wearing a graphic t-shirt and some joggers, hair messy, even more so after Hyunjin gets his hands on him. It isn’t like he’s in one of his stunning outfits, like the ones they put him on for photoshoots, and still Changbin can’t take his eyes off him.

               Chan serves them dinner, and Jeongin sits in front of Changbin, squinting his eyes every time he catches Changbin looking at him.

               “Is there something wrong with me?” Jeongin asks, and Changbin, the fucking idiot he is, shakes his head, shily, like an- like an older, out of his league woman had caught him looking. “You’ve been staring all dinner, are you sure?” Jeongin insists.

               “It’s nothing, noona-” Changbin catches himself; it’s too late, Hyunjin’s spoon had already fallen into the soup and splashed everywhere. Thankfully for him, that makes Chan and Hyunjin move to get everything clean, distracting them from the way Changbin’s ears go completely red and Jeongin’s eyes open in shock.

               Jeongin doesn’t take his eyes off him for the rest of the dinner.

               Changbin can’t take his mind off him for the rest of the month.

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               He’s not hurting anyone. That’s what Changbin tells himself every night when he closes his eyes and sees her, him, again; because it’s her always at the start, his fantasy noona with long hair and sharp remarks, but those are Jeongin’s eyes, his eyebrows raising as he asks Changbin to get on his knees, to open his mouth wide and take what he gives him.

               It’s Jeongin pulling on his hair, bending his head back and spitting on his mouth, telling him to swallow.

               His long black hair cascading over Changbin’s chest as he finally pushes Changbin into the bed and kisses him, laughing after, ‘Are you hard already?’ mean and smiley, teeth on Changbin’s chest…

               Yeah, he may be jerking off to his teammate one or two times a day, but he isn’t hurting anyone. And, sometimes, he may go out and see a cute girl in a skirt and think how it would hug Jeongin’s ass; and he may keep messing up and calling him ‘noona’, to the point that it’s a new running joke in the group.

               But he isn’t- he isn’t hurting anyone!

               Then why, one day, out of thin air, does Jeongin ask:

               “What’s going on, hyung? Can’t get any woman to fuck you?”

               Everyone in the room turns to them. Changbin had said something, he doesn’t remember what, another stupid joke about a wig, another substitution of Jeongin’s name with ‘noona’, it doesn’t matter, they all have heard all of them by now.

               Chan’s quick to run to them, diffuse the situation, taking Jeongin away even when he resists a little, feet firm on the ground as he stares up and down Changbin’s body, scoffing when he sees his red ears and his lips trembling, like he’s about to cry.

               He can get a woman, of course; he can go out one night and fuck as many as he wants, but that’s not the problem; the problem is he wants her; he wants him.

               They try to talk to Changbin, Chan and Hyunjin, and Seungmin stays by his side like he’s evaluating him, claps his back and doesn’t tease him half as much that day. Jeongin comes back after a while. He doesn’t look directly at Changbin for the rest of the schedule, but Changbin catches the glances.

               He spends the rest of the day trying to come up with a solution, but the devil on his shoulder keeps winning, telling him that if he could get it just one time, it would be enough.

               His phone vibrates; it’s already ten p.m. Changbin had refused to masturbate that night on principle; instead, he’s running over thoughts of having gone too far and losing Jeongin’s friendship again and again.

               He looks at his phone.

               He would have never expected the picture Jeongin had sent.

               He’s sitting on his bed, photo taken from a low angle, wearing the wig, eyeliner, a crop top, one of those fake skirts they put on him, but without the pants underneath; his hard cock making the skirt bunch up behind it.

Jeongin: You should get me a proper skirt.

               It can’t be happening. That’s why Changbin zooms in, because it can’t be Jeongin. He… He had looked so repulsed that afternoon. It just doesn’t make sense.

               But it’s him in that photo; on his knees, teasing smile, not an ounce of shame. He put on makeup, the little outfit, touched himself and snapped the picture to send it to Changbin.

               Could it have been a mistake?

               Changbin doesn’t have the brainpower to care after seeing the photo, though. He launches himself to get the lube he’s been abusing all week and gets his pants off in a second, hand quick and expert on his dick as he starts to jerk himself off, he holds onto the phone with his other hand.

               And then the phone rings.

               Jeongin’s calling him. Fuck, he’s a terrible person. Jeongin must be calling to tell him he’s sorry, and doesn't know how he ended up sending him the picture instead of…

               “Hi,” Changbin answers, and he knows how his voice sounds, like a degenerate who’s still jerking himself off.

               “Are you touching yourself?” Jeongin asks; a silence takes over the line after, and Changbin thinks of laughing, lying.

               “Yes,” he says instead.

               “Good.”

               Jeongin hangs up and Changbin can’t move for a few seconds. But then he drops the phone and himself back into the bed, on his back, legs spread and both hands back on himself, teasing his balls and slit, thinking of Jeongin’s weight on top of himself, pressing hard on his chest, scratching him with painted nails and laughing at him each time Changbin asks him to let him come. 

               It’s game over.

               He comes all over himself like he had never done before, for longer than he thought he could, and the scariest part is that he feels like he can instantly go again… if Jeongin asks him.

               Another message, Changbin’s cock twitches.

Jeongin: Such a good boy. For you, from your noona.

               A photo of Jeongin’s hand covered in cum.

Jeongin: Let’s go shopping on our next off day, hyung

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               The day arrives a week later. Changbin has to tell Chan that he’s not going to the gym, and yes, he’ll make sure to make up for it; and he has to tell three other friends that he doesn’t really have time to hang out all day, yeah, a pity.

               Jeongin comes down to Changbin’s car wearing a cap and shades, baggy Bermudas, a plain t-shirt and a plaid shirt; he’s chewing gum.

               “Hi, hyung.”

               Why does it feel so awkward?

               Well, he knows why. It should feel awkward. At first, Changbin thought that Jeongin would never again talk about those couple of pictures and that brief call that almost made Changbin come instantly. He made an extra effort not to mention noona to Jeongin, or say that word even to his real noonas if Jeongin was close by.

               But then, after they received the new week's schedule with a very brilliant, shiny off-day on Wednesday, Jeongin slid right next to him and said:

               “Save that one day for me. We are going shopping.”

               And Changbin had only dumbly nodded, scrunching the schedule paper with a forceful grip, making Felix laugh and slap his arm, saying he was getting way too strong. Jeongin had gotten his ears red then, but didn’t comment on anything else.

               Last night, Changbin sent a message asking if he should pick him up, and Jeongin only answered with the hour he wanted him to show up. His answer was immediate, which drove Changbin’s hopes up, but he made sure to not think too much of it, even as he looked for high-end stores with both feminine and masculine clothes, discrete, that would make sure to give them a private room and not ask question, much less talk about it with anyone outside the store; just in case Jeongin really wanted to go shopping for, well, the skirt he had mentioned in that one message Changbin still stared at each night.

               He stares at a couple of other messages from Jeongin each night, like the one where he told him to come over because he was feeling lonely, but he tries not to think too much about what that means as Jeongin fastens his seatbelt, accompanying the clicking sound with popping his gum.

               Changbin looks down, like he is expecting the belt to be wrong in some way. Because something has to give, Jeongin should laugh and tell Changbin that Chan was coming too, that they are going to go get food somewhere and that’s it; he should call Changbin ‘pervert’, stop playing into his delusion and tell him they were going to get him a hook up.

               Instead, Jeongin looks at him too, his gaze soft, like he too is scared of being judged; he doesn’t blink, his ears solely getting red, and his lips slowly dropping the fake smile he had been wearing when he got into the car, pouting a little.

               And then Changbin, the idiot he is, feels his heart beating faster, and feels the need to reassure Jeongin, but instead of smiling warmly and slapping his shoulder a couple times and telling him they are going to go to the movies or something else; instead, he takes his hand in his, and looks up like a lost puppy, and says:

               “What’s wrong, noona?”

               Jeongin’s mouth opens slightly, then he closes it and swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Changbin needs to lick it. His hands feel so warm, and his neck is starting to get red, too.

               “Are you going to start the car and get me the skirt you promised or what?” Jeongin says. Changbin can feel his maknae’s heart pulsating against his own throat; Jeongin bites his lower lip, nervous for Changbin's reaction; he tightens his legs, pushes them close together, takes in a deep breath and waits.

               Changbin nods eagerly, he caresses Jeongin’s hand one last time, trying to tell him ‘It’s my first time too’, ‘I don’t know what I’m doing either’, ‘I don’t know what I’m feeling either’; he hopes some of it is conveyed to Jeongin before he lets go of his hand and turns to start the car.

               It takes them only to the first red light to relax. Changbin sees a cute dog and points it out to Jeongin, and Jeongin laughs and says it looks like Seungmin. It feels like a weight has been lifted, and the atmosphere becomes much more breathable.

               But the tension is back the moment they arrive at the store door.

               “I told them to… reserve us a room for the fitting,” Changbin says. “I-I also made sure that there weren’t any other customers."

               Jeongin nods; he’s trying to make himself smaller, standing in front of the car, head low. He walks the small walk to the front door, holding his cap front down.

               Once inside, he takes his glasses off, looks around and smiles.

               “Thanks, hyung,” he says. “I really… appreciate it.”

               “No problem. I… I want to do it too.”

               “Do what?” Jeongin asks, and he looks back at Changbin, sly smile in place, teasing, but he’s still looking so shy, cap still on, ears burning, he can’t make direct eye contact with his hyung.

               Changbin smiles back, awkward. He isn’t sure how it all is supposed to go, how far Jeongin is willing to go, if anything is ‘going’ anywhere at all. Maybe Jeongin will look at the skirts and nod, then get a jacket or pants and walk out of the store with a gift from Changbin; it wouldn’t be the end of the world, of course.

               Changbin wouldn’t be angry or disappointed. He would still feel the same as he does for Jeongin.

               Which is…

               “Spoil you,” Changbin says, and Jeongin almost laughs, but then Changbin drops his favorite word as of lately, “noona.” And Jeongin tenses, swallows; he takes a moment to think, making Changbin want to crawl out of his own skin.

               “Then get to it,” he answers. Changbin can’t help the smile, wide and true, as he nods at the slight venom in Jeongin’s words. He passes an arm behind Jeongin's waist and Jeongin tsks. “Don’t get too handsy, Binnie.”

               At that, Changbin pulls on Jeongin’s waist to make him come closer. Jeongin protests again, slapping around until he hits Changbin’s chest, but he’s laughing, and he stays there, close, even when the shopping assistant asks if he can help them in any way.

               “Well,” Changbin says, “we were looking for, like,-”

               “We are going to take a look at the skirts, sir.”

               “Of course, please, come with me. Are you looking for anything in particular? Color, style, length?”

               It overwhelms Changbin instantly. He doesn’t like shopping for clothes; he only does it once or twice a year. He would never do it if he could. But Jeongin likes fashion, loves it even. And, when he starts discussing with the shopping assistant, Changbin realizes that he must have been thinking about this before.

               Which makes sense. Jeongin likes clothes and skirts are just clothes; in fact, they do wear them sometimes, even if the company always makes them wear pants underneath; so it makes sense that Jeongin has thought about which skirts he would like to wear before. If Changbin thinks about it, the true surprise is that Jeongin doesn’t own any proper ones already.

               But he doesn’t have anything to add to the conversation, so he mostly tags behind them as Jeongin picks different skirts and tops to combine them with.

               And he finds himself smiling. Maybe nothing else will happen, will ever happen, but if he somehow got to the point of being important enough to be the first person buying skirts with Jeongin, well, that was more than enough.

               He would forget about everything else. It won’t be hard. Well, it will, but he would cut his dick off before ruining his friendship with Jeongin, so he can manage.

               And then Jeongin turns around, shows him a small, pleated, jean skirt, with a big belt incorporated, “Do you like this one?” he asks.

               Changbin is not sure if he’s going to manage the ‘save the friendship’ mission without actually cutting his dick, in the end.

               He nods, and Jeongin rolls his eyes; the shopping assistant snickers, he takes the skirt and adds it to the small pile in his hands.

               It takes a few more minutes, three more different skirts and corresponding tops are added, and then Jeongin asks for the dressing room.

               “I can go get us some coffee while you try them on,” Changbin offers, a smile he hopes covers the way he wants to crawl inside the walls of the dressing room to be able to catch a glance.

               “No,” Jeongin says. He looks at Changbin like he suggested something idiotic and wrong; it makes Changbin unsure if the words he said and his thoughts were mixed up without him noticing. “Stay and help me, Binnie,” Jeongin adds, like that was the most reasonable course of action. Changbin isn’t sure what else to do but nod and follow Jeongin and the shopping assistant to the dressing room.

               It’s a big one, with various places to hang the clothes, a small couch in the middle of it, three walls covered in mirrors, a luxurious lamp hanging off the ceiling and a soft rug on the floor.

               The shopping assistant puts the clothes in the rack and goes away with only a nod, closing the door.

               “Sit,” Jeongin says. And Changbin almost drops to the floor before remembering the couch.

               Jeongin goes to the hanged clothes first, parousses his hands around them till he finds a couple of skirts and tops, and comes back, throwing them to Changbin’s lap.

               Then he takes his cap off, throwing it to the couch next to Changbin, his jacket goes next and then his t-shirt, this one he lets fall to his side. Changbin licks his lips, tries to move on the couch in a way that would make him look less affected by what, by all means, is a striptease, even if Jeongin isn’t dancing to any music.

               Then, Jeongin unzips his pants and they fall to the floor. He’s wearing a high-end brand pair of boxers, nothing out of the ordinary. Changbin has seen him like this more times than he can count, even after getting a little obsessed with him, but it hits differently.

               Jeongin is moving differently, like he wants Changbin to look. He bites his own lower lip when he sees Changbin move a hand to his crotch, trying to relocate his hardening cock under the skirts and tops he’s still holding onto.

               Jeongin comes closer and gets one of the skirts, a plaid one, almost matching his jacket, red and black, punky, with a double black belt sewn into it and some studs. He gets it on and puts on the black crop top that accompanies it. He turns to the mirrors, inspecting himself, and mumbles a couple of things; then he tries to get it off.

               “Oh,” Jeongin says, moving back closer to the couch where Changbin has slowly but surely gone mad only by looking at Jeongin; “it’s stuck, help me,” he says, not as formal as he should be talking to his hyung, not as amicable.

               Changbin nods and before he can do anything but put the skirts and tops away, Jeongin gets a leg between Changbin’s knees and knocks his legs open wider, fitting himself in between them and turning around, showing Changbin the zipper.

               It, of course, isn’t really stuck. Changbin notices it the moment he puts a hand on Jeongin’s hip to stabilize him, the other in the little black zipper. Of course it isn’t, the skirt costs more than what any ordinary person could afford, it was made with care, it was way above getting stuck on a first try.

               It doesn’t matter; Changbin still plays the part, feeling his fingers tremble as he slides the zipper slowly downwards, his other hand almost kneading Jeongin’s hip. When the zipper is undone and Changbin lets go of Jeongin, the skirt falls to the floor around his feet and Jeongin steps out of it and from between Changbin’s legs, just to turn around and bend down to pick it up, his face way to close to Changbin’s throbbing dick.

               Jeongin hangs the skirt again and does the same with the top, and after both are back on the wall, in a different hanger, he comes back to take the next skirt from Changbin’s lap, it’s the jean one, it looks a lot shorter now that Jeongin is wearing it.

               Next, he puts on a sleeveless, high-neck, dark blue top, and he grunts. Changbin’s eyes quickly leave the image of Joengin in the mirror to look at Jeongin himself, who’s struggling yet again with another zipper.

“Help me,” Jeongin says. He’s still close to Changbin, and it only takes Changbin standing up for him to be almost plastered to Jeongin’s behind, but Jeongin still takes a step back like that’s necessary.

Changbin moves his hands slowly; one of them goes to Jeongin’s bare shoulder. It shouldn’t feel like too much, but it does, a tingly sensation going all over his skin as Jeongin bends his neck slightly forward to give better access to Changbin.

The zipper goes up easily, tightening the fabric to Jeongin’s figure, but Changbin’s hands don’t go. He takes in a deep breath as he moves them down Jeongin’s back, and Jeongin lets out a soft sigh that makes Changbin stop for a moment before he keeps moving down. He gets to Jeongin’s waist and squeezes a little, bringing himself closer to Jeongin and rutting against him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and does it again. Jeongin responds to it by letting his hips move slightly in contraposition to Changbin’s movements. It makes Changbin rest his lips against Jeongin’s bare shoulders, his hot breath making Jeongin’s nape hairs stand on end, and then Jeongin moves again, with more force, and Changbin bites his bare shoulder.

“Stop that, bad boy.”

               “Sorry, noona.”

               “Fuck,” Jeongin mumbles again. He feels his own legs trembling a little as Changbin’s hands move from his sides to his front, caressing his way down to the denim skirt, then his thighs. Changbin grips them and then moves them up and under the skirt, making it lift up over milky tights before letting go.

               Jeongin catches his hands before it’s too late, slapping them back against the skirt and rutting against Changbin again, throwing his head back.

               Changbin isn’t sure if he can kiss him, but he sure wants to; instead, too scared to cross a limit, he nudges his nose against Jeongin’s cheek, and moves to kiss at his shoulder, nibbling on it only slightly, so Jeongin won’t scold him again. And then, he lets Jeongin take his hands and move them up to his stomach, feeling the hard work Jeongin puts in the gym, and down to the skirt again. Changbin doesn’t need to be guided to grope Jeongin over the skirt, but he’s fascinated to feel how hard Jeongin is.

               “You’re so good to noona,” Jeongin says, and Changbin almost comes; he tries to nod, jerking his hips against Jeongin, trying to grope him better, to feel his hard dick and jerk him off over the unforgiving denim skirt, “only when you want something, though.”

               “I’m sorry, noona,” Changbin whispers against Jeongin’s neck. “I really want you.”

               “Yeah? How much?”

               “So much, noona,” Changbin answers easily, kisses his neck, sucks ever so slightly, sure not to leave any mark behind.

               “Drop to your knees.”

               The sound is all over the room. Jeongin feels dizzy from the sudden lack of warmth around his body that Changbin's dropping leaves behind. Jeongin turns in a swift motion and takes a step back. His brain is resonating. It feels like he’s drunk; he can’t think at all as he looks down to see Changbin on his knees, head turned up, plump lips so close to Jeongin’s crotch, hands to his sides, as if he’s waiting for his next command.

               He’s so hard, and Jeongin can’t help wanting to tease him. He presses his feet to Changbin’s crotch and Changbin moans, moves his hands to grip around Jeongin’s shin and calf, and keeps him there as he tries to move his hips slightly to get a little more friction.

               Jeongin’s head is spinning; he can’t move as Changbin’s hands trace up his leg slowly, as he leaves kisses all around his skin, still pressing his crotch against the sole of Jeongin’s foot.

               Changbin’s hands are already at his upper thigh, skirt bunching around Jeongin’s hips, when he says: “I should get you cute lingerie too, right? Something expensive,” he whispers, almost as if he’s talking to himself more than Jeongin.

               “Some cute lingerie, hm?” Jeongin whispers back; Changbin nods. “Expensive.”

               “Yeah, whatever you want, noona.”

               “Like you don’t want it too,” Jeongin says. He tries to laugh, but it’s difficult with the way the only thing he truly wants is to shove his cock down Changbin’s throat.

               “I want it too, noona. I want you to look beautiful. I’ll get you the best of the best and then take it all off.”

               Jeongin takes in a harsh breath, and he feels Changbin’s hands rounding him and squeezing his ass; he lets his foot drop back to the floor and Changbin inches upwards, hiding his head under the skirt.

               “I’ll let you,” Jeongin whispers, and he has to try and stabilize himself by putting both hands on Changbin’s skirt-covered head when he feels his hyung’s hot mouth on his crotch, over his underwear still.

               Changbin hums as an answer, the vibration making Jeongin curve over himself. Changbin's strong hands push him back again so he can keep mouthing at the curve of Jeongin’s dick.

               He’s long, and Changbin could imagine the way it would look under pretty lace. Hard like he was, his dick would be too long for it, the head peaking out of the lace. Changbin would like to use it as lipstick, get his lips shiny with Jeongin’s pre-cum.

               He hoped to have the opportunity. Jeongin had talked about it, right? He said he would let Changbin buy him lingerie.

               But he isn’t greedy, and right now, having the strong shape of his cock under his lips is enough, even if Jeongin never lets him pull the underwear down, it would be enough.

               He licks a strip up, moves his hands to grip firmly at the front of Jeongin’s legs, and then changes the position again, one to his butt, squeezing it and bringing Jeongin’s forwards, pressing him against his mouth, as the other parts his legs away enough to get his hand on his balls.

               “Stop teasing,” Jeongin mumbles, his legs shaking as Changbin tries to suck his head over the underwear, the precum and saliva making everything a hot mess. “Changbin,” he calls again when Changbin doesn’t react. Jeongin tsks, moves a step behind and brings his feet to Changbin’s crotch again. He presses and makes Changbin grunt, “Stop teasing noona, Changbin.”

               “Sorry, noona,” he says, once again. Jeongin’s brain feels like mush. He presses further down and Changbin moans again, hot wet breath against Jeongin. His strong, reliable hyung on his knees, letting him step on him, calling him noona, he felt like he could do whatever to him and he would just… take it.

               “Open up.”

               Changbin had dreamt about this, had thought so many times about it that he could remember the fake images in his head as vividly as the real ones.

               Changbin obeys, of course, throwing his head back and opening his mouth. Jeongin tugs on his hair with both hands and Changbin gasps. Then, he feels Jeongin’s doubt, and he nods.

               Changbin had never been spat on. He had never been stepped on either. He’s discovering a lot of things about himself in that dressing room. He sinks further into his knees, and Jeongin moves one of his hands to the front of his neck and pulls him up again.

               “Don’t swallow,” he says, and Changbin feels like he’s choking on Jeongin’s spit.

               But then Jeongin lets go of the hand still on Changbin’s hair and gets himself off his underwear. He takes his cock, red and full; if he were to stop holding it, Changbin thinks it would make the skirt bunch up. Jeongin guides himself to Changbin’s mouth as Changbin licks his lips. Jeongin follows the path of his tongue with his leaking cock, and Changbin licks around again.

               “Be careful with your teeth,” Jeongin teases.

               “Yes, noona.”

               “Or we aren’t doing this again.”

               “Yes, noona,” Changbin repeats, licking his lips again, teasing the tip of Jeongin’s cock with a kitten-like lick.

               It takes the breath out of Changbin's lungs way sooner than it should. The warmth of Jeongin’s cock on his mouth is almost too much; he feels feverish; Jeongin’s taste is everywhere. Changbin feels his throat contracting even when Jeongin is only past his lips.

               He needs a second, but Jeongin thrusts deeper, and Changbin feels himself greedy even when he can’t take it. He tries to suck Jeongin’s leaking cock, tries to get it deeper and feels himself choking-

               “Aish, Binnie…” Jeongin pulls back, hand tugging on Changbin’s hair. “This is why I like older men… is this your first time?”

               Changbin wants to wipe away his tears. He feels humiliated; he is an older man, it isn’t his first time, not really; still, he nods, keeps his hands down, tears running down his cheeks.

               “Try again… but only once more, okay? Noona doesn’t have time to teach you things.” Changbin nods again, and Jeongin tsks. “Use your words, I’m not a body language interpreter.”

               “Yes, noona. I’ll do better, I promise.”

               “Aw, really?”

               Jeongin's smile is bitter, but then, he takes Changbin’s chin and moves it upwards, softly caressing his jaw, and Changbin sees a trace of the lovely maknae and smiles back. Jeongin looks at both sides, as if suddenly he’s scared that someone is going to catch them. Changbin follows the movement with his eyes. He’s surprised when Jeongin bends down and kisses him.

               Jeongin is fast, a peck, and it makes him all blushed, like that’s more embarrassing than anything else going on. It makes Changbin smile. He wants to get up and tease Jeongin, kiss his cheeks till he gets redder and twitches to try and get Changbin off him.

               “Another try, then, Binnie?” Jeongin asks, still not capable of looking Changbin directly in the eyes.

               “Please, noona.”

               Jeongin brushes Changbin’s dry tears off with his thumb, and Changbin opens his mouth again, shuffles a little to get more comfortable, and this time Jeongin is even more careful, feeding Changbin his dick slowly, but making sure to smear his precum all over his mouth as Changbin fights to get his throat to open further and his teeth far away from his noona’s dick.

               Changbin gets used to the weight on his mouth, the fullness of it, and, less pressured to take more in, he stars to swirl his tongue around it, licking the underside and collecting the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue when drop after drop Jeongin leaks in his mouth, then, he wraps his lips around it and looks up, he hopes he looks devastatingly cute. Endearing enough for his noona to let him do it again.

               He sucks and Jeongin moans get louder, his hands on Changbin’s hair tremble and Changbin sucks again, takes a little more in and relishes in Jeongin’s next grunt, trying to hold himself back.

               “Noona,” Changbin mumbles around his cock, and Jeongin almost comes. He opens his eyes to see his pledging hyung, eyes full of tears again, but he isn’t choking; he’s just too deep into the hot hell of desire, his cock hurting from being so hard and uncared for, still trapped on his jeans, underwear a wet mess.

               “You need noona to help?” Jeongin asks, and Changbin lets go of his cock with a wet pop.

               “Please, touch me.”

               “You didn’t even make me come yet… and still you’re asking for favors…” Jeongin tsks and Changbin almost cries, but then he feels Jeongin’s foot against his crotch again; it’s enough, more than enough, he will never ask for more. “That’s all you’re getting.”

               “Yes, thank you, noona. That’s enough, that’s all I need.”

               Jeongin rolls his eyes, but he bends over himself when Changbin gets him in his mouth again, moaning when Changbin’s grunt after being stepped on harder vibrates around his cock.

               Changbin tries to relax his throat, but it’s his second time sucking dick. He isn’t under any illusions of getting all of Jeongin in, so he gets his other hand around Jeongin and starts to jerk him off as he bobs his head; only losing coordination when Jeongin moans and presses harder against his crotch. He feels himself leaking precum, so close to coming that-

               “Fuck, so good, Binnie,” Jeongin says, he tugs on his hair and thrusts further in, not caring for the way it makes Changbin choke for a moment, cutting off his airways and making him come hard on his pants, panting around Jeongin’s cock. That image, Changbin choking on his dick, coming in his pants, gets Jeongin there and he comes down his hyung’s throat. “Fuck- Fuck, Changbin, are you okay?” Jeongin says quickly after, still feeling a little unsteady after his orgasm. Changbin's eyes are closed and his mouth is still open, cum spilling over the corner of his mouth; he nods and closes his mouth. Swallows. “Fuck, hyung.”

               “I’m okay,” Changbin mumbles, his voice coarse, “okay, Innie.”

               “Hyung, I-” He falls to his knees, tries to get Changbin to open his eyes. Changbin puts a hand on his shoulder, slightly shakes him, before laughing. “Oh, god, you’re going mad.”

               “I need to brush my teeth. You should follow Chan’s example and drink more pineapple juice.”

               “Hyung!” Jeongin blushed.

               “I’m okay, I’m perfect. I need your help to get up, though. And I’m never taking you shopping again.”

               “Aw,” Jeongin whispers. He gets up and offers a hand to Changbin, “but I thought you were going to get me cute lingerie.”

               Changbin swallows, gets Jeongin’s hand and moves up.

—

               They don’t talk about it.

               Of course, because talking about it would be too much; destroy whatever their usual relationship is and end it all.

               So they don’t talk about it.

               And, luckily for Changbin, as he had predicted, one time is enough to control himself. He doesn’t call Jeongin ‘Noona’ again, not in public at least. He does so when he’s jerking off to Jeongin’s pictures.

               He doesn’t send a lot, and Changbin never gets a warning before he does. Once, in a very dangerous move, he sent it as Changbin was at the studio, a minute before he was showing Chan and Jisung a meme he had found online, the next one, Jeongin’s picture pops up.

               He had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

               He sends his own pictures back, hard cock in hand, writes a quick text about wanting to feel Jeongin around him, about splitting him in half, and Jeongin always answers, ‘Don’t get your hopes up.’ But he sends a picture after of his dick covered in his own cum, of him licking his fingers clean, of the mess he’s made of the bed, or… One time, when he was having dinner back home with some friends, he sent a picture of the stall toilet, the rim dirtied with cum.

               But they don’t talk about it, and no one else seems to catch on to what’s going on..

               “Ah, and I’m so glad that Changbin has dropped the weird ‘noona’ thing,” Seungmin teases, and he’s looking for Jeongin's approval, but Jeongin is too busy choking on his food to answer.

               “Yeah! That was weird, hyung!” Jisung chirps in instead.

               All of them are having dinner, celebrating the end of a busy week.

               “‘Noona… I like you so much’,” Hyunjin teases, laughing as he ruffles Jeongin’s hair like he always does, “‘My sweet noona’,” he adds.

               “It wasn’t that… weird,” Changbin tries to add in. Everyone laughs at it, everyone but Jeongin, who’s looking at Changbin with lowered eyelashes.

               “‘Noona, don’t you like me even a bit?’,” Chan adds to the teasing, “‘ Look at my arms, noona; touch, touch!’” Everyone laughs again and Changbin tries to add himself to it awkwardly.

               “If it had been me-” Felix says then, and everyone’s laugh gets louder.

               Changbin keeps looking at Jeongin, his ears burning red, like he was the one they were making fun of, and then, he excuses himself to the bathroom.

               “Hey, what’s up with- shit,” Chan says. “Did we- did we make fun of Innie somehow?”

               Always so observant. The table goes quiet, but Changbin is already up.

               “I’m going to check on him.”

               “Shit, Binnie, we didn’t mean-”

               “I know. I’m sure it’s not that. I’m sure it’s nothing, don’t worry, keep eating.”

               Everyone nods, but Changbin knows they are feeling horrible. He wishes he had stepped in when he realized something was wrong, so the joke would have ended sooner.

               “Innie?” Changbin asks when he gets to the toilets.

               “What do you need, hyung?”

               “Where are you hiding? Come out.”

               “No. I’m okay, just leave.”

               “Innie…” Changbin finds the stall Jeongin is inside of; no one else is in the toilets. “Come on, open the door.”

               “It’s ridiculous, hyung.”

               “To open the door? Well, we can talk like this.” Changbin can almost hear Jeongin rolling his eyes; it makes him smile. Jeongin opens the door, his eyes are wet, but not red yet; he hasn’t rubbed them, probably too scared to make them swollen and let the other know he’s been crying. “I’m sorry.”

               “What for?”

               “I… I started this whole thing. But you can tell them you don’t like the joke and-”

               “I really like the joke, hyung. I got hard.”

               “What?”

               “Yeah, that’s- fuck, I remembered that day and you calling me noona and it’s been so long and… I feel… fuck. It’s embarrassing.”

               “It’s not embarrassing, Innie.”

               “No, it is. But- yeah- what can I do? I… I really liked it. That time.”

               “Me too.”

               “So why haven’t you done anything about it?” Jeongin yelled. It almost made Changbin stumble back.

               “What? Me? What was I supposed to do?”

               “I don’t know, hyung! Show some interest! It’s always me sending those… pictures, and you didn’t even… ask me to go out again!”

               “I didn’t know-”

               “I feel like an idiot! Of course, you don’t need to fuck me but- shit you- it seemed like you wanted to!”

               “I want to- I still want to, of course, Innie. I- fuck, I thought you just wanted to leave it as it is.”

               “Well, I don’t,” Jeongin says, crossing his arms.

               Changbin laughs; he has to, and Jeongin pouts, tugging at Changbin’s heartstrings.

               “Come here,” Changbin whispers. He puts a hand to his chin and raises it, then makes Jeongin lower his head instead; Jeongin giggles, making Changbin’s smile grow harder.

               It’s soft, a little press of their lips. Changbin lets himself melt against Jeongin, and Jeongin tries to press for a little more, opening Changbin’s mouth and licking inside when Changbin lets him do so.

               “Innie,” Changbin whispers. He lets Jeongin tug his lower lip with his teeth.

               The door slaps open, and they pull apart like polar opposite magnets.

               “I don’t want to know,” Minho says, “you’re lucky I told Chan I’ll come look for you and to wait with the other kids.”

---

               Changbin thought having Minho know was going to be torture. And it was. Because Minho loved torturing him and he had also, a couple hundred times, threatened to emasculate him if he ever made Jeongin cry.

               But it was also a blessing.

               Such blessing came in the form of a text to a group Minho had created with Jeongin, Changbin, and himself. The group's name was: The KNOWERS. Which wasn’t very slick, but Changbin didn’t dare make Minho change the name or eliminate the group, which seemed like the best option.

Minho: I’m taking Chan away for the day next Wednesday.

Changbin: ???

Minho: On our day off

Changbin: ???

Minho: Don’t show all your gratitude so fully, Changbin. The little fox is going to get jealous.

Changbin: I still don’t get it

Jeongin: Hyung, please stop talking

Changbin: Me???

Minho: No emoji can convey how much I’m rolling my eyes. Anyway, Jeongin, I can’t believe you chose him, but yeah, have fun.

Jeongin: Hyung!

               Changbin was still confused as he went to Chan for their gym date. He was working on some squats when he realized and almost fell backwards.

               “Binnie?”

               It only got worse. Waiting for Wednesday to arrive feels like a rollercoaster of emotions, even steppier than waiting for the shopping ‘date’ had been. And then, before he can mentally prepare for it: there it is, bright and marked in red in his mental calendar, Wednesday.

               Changbin bites the inside of his cheeks as he waits at the door. He’s put on a compression t-shirt because he remembers Jeongin looking at him with those eyes when he wore it for a schedule. He thinks he looks hot; he knows it.

               But he feels silly. Even more so when Jeongin opens the door and Changbin shoves the bouquet he’s brought right into Jeongin’s chest.

               “What’s this, hyung?”

               “For noona,” Changbin whispers. Then he looks up. Jeongin is already blushing. He tries to conceal it, but he can’t hide the little smile as he takes the flowers and points for Changbin to come inside. “Chan isn’t home, right?”

               “Do you think I’d be dressed like this if he were?” Jeongin asks.

               He’s wearing the plaid skirt he had gotten, with a few more at the store the other day. But he's modified it a little somehow, or so it seems, because it’s showing the end of his ass, the perfect curve where it meets the rest of his long legs; he’s also wearing the accompanying crop-top, grey, sleeveless, with a distressed neckline that goes a little too deep.

               “I don’t know. You both are freaky.”

               “Ah, we both are?” Jeongin asks, letting the flowers down on the table. He raises an eyebrow, and he doesn’t need to say anything else. Changbin is next to him, trying to hug him close as Jeongin tsks and moves away.

               “I’m sorry, noona. You look beautiful.”

               “I know,” Jeongin answers, and lets Changbin press his nose against his neck, nudging against it. “You look okay.”

               “Thanks, noona.”

               “You even got me flowers, hm?” Jeongin mutters. Changbin doesn’t even hear him, already way too lost in the idea of finally having his noona under him, or even better, above him.

               He leaves a butterfly kiss on Jeongin’s neck and puts his hands around his waist and Jeongin trembles.

               “Is this okay?” Changbin asks, a whisper against Jeongin’s neck, and Jeongin nods.

               “I’ve been waiting,” Jeongin answers and he takes Changbin’s head and pushes it back as far as Changbin’s neck allows. “You’ll let me do anything to you, Binnie?”

               “Whatever you want, Innie,” Changbin answers, and for a moment, he sees fear in Jeongin’s eyes before he composes himself; he brings Changbin’s face back, closer to his instead of his neck.

               But then he stills; Changbin looks at him, worried. He squeezes his waist and Jeongin gulps down.

               “Are you okay, Innie?” Chanbin asks, and Jeongin nods. “We don’t have to-”

               “I want to.”

               “Is it your first time?” Jeongin nods again. “It doesn’t have to be like this.”

               “I want it, hyung.”

               “Then tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

               Jeongin nods again, a little more confident.

               “You can do the same,” he whispers, and Changbin smiles and nods too, squeezing Jeongin’s waist once again.

               And then Changbin is on his knees like at that shop, his hands still up on Jeongin’s waist, inching under the crop top before going down and grabbing Jeongin’s pale white thighs.

               “You look so good, noona,” he whispers, already inching closer to Jeongin.

               “I know,” Jeongin answers once again. “I got a date after.”

               Changbin shivers, so his noona is only entertaining him before her proper date? He’s lucky to have that at least.

               “You won’t be late, I promise.”

               “Of course I won’t, Binnie. How are you going to keep me busy for that long?” Jeongin snickers, a hand going to Changbin’s hair, he starts playing with it, rubbing Changbin’s head and pushing him closer.

               “I can keep you busy, noona,” he whines. He sounds pathetic; he hopes enough for her noona to pity him a little more.

               “Show me then.”

               Changbin looks up, mouth agape, and licks his lip, and he feels Jeongin’s legs trembling a little, so he moves his hands to grab them at the back and make him stay still as he rubs his head against his hand.

               Then Changbin lets go and bites the end of Jeongin’s skirt, making his eyebrows jump up. Changbin laughs and finally gets his hands under that skirt, but before he can touch Jeongin, Jeongin sighs.

               “One-trick pony…” he laments.

               “Noona…”

               “I thought you wanted to fuck me, are you going to make me cum down your throat and come in your pants again, Binnie?” he says. It’s too much. That’s Jeongin, sweet Jeongin, shy when you touch him Jeongin, talking about his hyung cum down his throat. Changbin feels his cock twitching, itching to get some attention, to be inside Jeongin again.

               “I’ll fuck you, noona.”

               Jeongin rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

               “All this begging for months and now you don’t even have the balls to do it.”

               “Noona!”

               “I bet you haven’t even fucked before, right?” Jeongin asks and raises his eyebrow in that dismissive way of his.

               “I-”

               “Will you come the moment you get it inside, Binnie?”

               “I-Noona-”

               “Will you make me go to my date dripping cum and unsatisfied?"

               Changbin gives up in trying to fight back; he sinks to his knees, his only answer a soft “Fuck,” as he tries to compose himself enough not to do as Jeongin has teased and come in his pants.

               Jeongin is unimpressed, and Changbin feels like he’s slipping through the cracks, all this work, all this begging and proving himself to noona and she’s just going to dismiss him and go to the other guy?

               He makes up his mind, he can show noona he’s a big guy.

               Changbin stands up and Jeongin frowns, confused and a little scared that he’s done too much, but then he’s being pulled up into the air and over Changbin’s shoulder and he’s laughing so hard he feels like he’s getting dizzy.

               “Hyung!” he cries as he hits Changbin back, but he’s still laughing and Changbin is trying not to, but he’s giggling alone, and as suddenly as he was picked up, he’s thrown down on his own bed, bouncing on impact. He sprawls out like a starfish as he tries to recover his breath, and Changbin takes the opportunity to crawl in between his legs and sit on his knees again, this time flexing his arms.

               “See, noona? I’m fun.”

               “You are,” Jeongin answers. Changbin's heart clutches. He feels that weird void in his stomach; he feels too warm. He hopes Jeongin feels a little bit like him at least.

               But he doesn’t think too much about it; instead, he bends to kiss Jeongin’s knee and makes him shake and whisper “tickles,” as Changbin keeps kissing up his leg.

               Slowly, the laughters disappear, and the only thing Changbin can hear is the sound of his kisses and Jeongin’s labored breath as he inched closer and closer to the hem of Jeongin’s skirt that rests so high it’s almost a sin.

               He flips it away when he arrives at the hem and gets his breath sucked out the moment he sees that Jeongin must have gone shopping on his own.

               “Do you like them, hyung?”

               “Very much, Innie,” Changbin answers, moves slowly to touch the pink lace of Jeongin’s panties over his thigh.

               “I wanted to surprise you,” he says, voice small.

               “You sure did,” Changbin answers as he traces the intricate forms with his thumb, pressing them into Jeongin’s skin. He wonders if they would leave a mark behind if he pressed harder. “I love them, baby.”

               Jeongin cock twitches and with so little in between them and the shape already unmistakable under the thin lace, it’s impossible for Changbin not to see, not to watch.

               “You’re so hard already,” Changbin whispers. He moves his hands to the interior of Jeongin’s thighs, teasing like he’s going to touch him but not doing it. Jeongin hums in disapproval, and Changbin chuckles.

               “I’ll pick up my things and go,” Jeongin whines, and Changbin laughs a last time before he moves himself forward and kisses Jeongin’s neck.

               “No, please, noona, I’ll behave,” he whispers against his skin before kissing again.

               “You better do,” Jeongin mutters. Changbin pulls back and that feeling takes over again. The need and want. The feeling that he could never get enough of Jeongin, that he needs to have him, always and forever.

               “Innie, can I kiss you?” he asks, and Jeongin swallows before nodding, a second after Changbin is all over him.

               His weight presses Jeongin against the bed; his hands are at his sides now, but Jeongin doesn’t mind because Changbin's plump lips are over his, moving sweetly and making Jeongin open his mouth and lick around them, hoping for Changbin to deepen the kiss.

               Changbin would do anything for Jeongin, deepening the kiss, moving his hand up to Jeongin’s cheek as his tongue chases Jeongin’s, as he maps his mouth and commits it to memory, as he swallows the soft sounds from him as he ruts his hips against his; that’s nothing compared to all he was willing to do for him.

               Jeongin moves to breathe and Changbin takes the opportunity to start kissing around Jeongin’s jawline, going down to his neck and getting his hands back on Jeongin’s body as he keeps moving his hips.

               “I brought lube,” he whispers against Jeongin Adam’s apple.

               “I have too,” Jeongin answers and reaches for the nightstand, making his cock align perfectly against Changbin’s and leaving both without breath for a second.

               Changbin takes it and moves back.

               “Can I take your t-shirt off, noona?” he asks, and Jeongin giggles, but it turns into a snark, and Changin feels his toes twitching with excitement.

                “You want to see my tits?” Jeongin teases, he takes the hem of the crop top and pulls on it, but it is not enough to reveal anything at all.

               Changbin nods and moves to take the t-shirt off too. Jeongin looks at him for a moment, as if he’s evaluating Changbin, but then he lets go of the crop top and lets Changbin pull it up and off.

               “Fuck, Innie,” Changbin whispers once the t-shirt is off. He moves to touch Jeongin’s chest and Jeongin slaps his hand away.

               “You said ‘look’, Binnie, not ‘touch’.”

               “Please, noona.”

               Jeongin hums, thinking, and he moves forward but slaps Changbin's hand away the moment he raises it again.

               “Make my nipples hard with your mouth, Binnie. Show noona that you can do it.”

               Changbin doesn’t need to be told twice. Having his noona’s tits in his mouth? It sounds way better than Heaven.

               Jeongin moves his arms back, pushing his chest forward and shyly looking off to one side. Changbin knows it is an act, but it doesn’t make it less hot. He holds Jeongin’s back and makes him arch his back further as he moves forward, eyes up and tongue out.

               Jeongin looks down at him the moment Changbin’s tongue touches his nipple. It’s almost too much. Changbin gives him a kitty-lick, Jeongin trembles in his arms, then Changbin does it again and again, and Jeongin almost can't hold his stance.

               “That- That’s all?” he pants, he wants to sound teasing, looking down on Changbin, but he knows it does not do the trick.

               Changbin closes his mouth around the already hard nipple and sucks, making Jeongin whine and grab his hair with way too much strength. Changbin looks up with begging eyes, as if he’s scared that Jeongin would actually pull him away.

               When he doesn’t, Changbin moves to the other nipple. He takes one of his hands from Jeongin’s back, sprawling the other on the middle of his back so he can still hold his weight as he tweaks the wet nipple in between his fingers.

               Jeongin is still holding onto his hair, trying to move Changbin away and closer at the same time, and throwing his own head back when the stimulation gets to be almost too much.

               “You taste so good, noona,” Changbin mumbles around Jeoning's nipple. “Can I eat you out?”

               Jeongin's eyes fly open, he looks down at Changbin, but Changbin isn’t looking up; his own eyes are closed, long lashes making him look softer than ever in that position.

               “Did you earn that?” Jeongin asks, but he’s dying to get out of the skirt and the fancy lingerie and have Changbin tongue inside him; so it comes a little too breathy, a little too desperate.

               Changbin ignores that, looks up at Jeongin with pitiful eyes and whines.

               “Please, noona. I’ll be good, I’ve been practicing.”

               Jeongin chuckles.

               “So you got someone to lie there to use for practice for your noona?”

               Changbin blushes, then he gets redder; he’s trying to say something, but the words don’t come out. Jeongin straightens a little and moves his hand from Changbin’s hair to his neck, rubbing his thumb on Changbin’s lip.

               “Binnie, noona asked a question.”

               “I practiced on my own, noona.”

               “On your own?”

               Changbin nods. “For you, noona.”

               “And who told you I’d ever let you eat me out, Binnie?” Jeongin asked. He lets go of Changbin’s face and turns around graciously, caging Changbin in between his legs and bending so his chest is against the bed. Changbin, in the middle of a heart attack, can’t almost hear him as he talks again. “I guess now that you put in the work, I should test you, Binnie.”

               Changbin wants to stay in character, answer a quick ‘yes, noona’, or ‘please, noona’, but instead he’s muttering, “Fuck, Jeongin.” At the sight of his friend on all fours, bending his back to present himself. The skirt is definitely way too short, and bended like that, Jeongin's ass is almost in full display, his black panties hug his ass and make it look rounder, and Changbin can’t stop staring because there’s a wet patch there, which has to mean: “You played with yourself before?”

               “I…” Jeongin hides his face in the pillow for a moment. “I did, yeah. It’s my first time, Minho helped me-”

               “Helped you?” Changbin stops his movements, hands mid-air to Jeongin’s ass. It’s not like they are exclusive or anything at all, but-

               “He told me about what I should do and how to do it, hyung. I didn’t let him- he didn’t want to- Hyung!” Jeongin protests, groaning at the end when Changbin doesn’t help him with his words. “I only want you here, hyung.”

               “Here, where, Innie?” Changbin asks, and his hands are finally on Jeongin’s ass, massaging both cheeks, squeezing, gripping them and playing with the lace, half-scared to break it, half-wanting to do so.

               “In my bed, hyung. Don’t be dense,” Jeongin answers, annoyed; it makes Changbin chuckle; he gives a stronger squeeze to Jeongin’s ass and Jeongin groans again. “Stop playing.”

               “Why? I like it. You don’t?” Changbin asks. He gives Jeongin’s ass a kiss that makes Jeongin groan in desperation again.

               “Hyung…”

               “Hm?” Changbin keeps playing with Jeongin’s ass, thumbing around the edge of the panties, pressing his fingers so they leave red lines behind for just a couple of seconds.

               Jeongin lets his ass fall down, then, making Changbin fall forward too and catch himself just in time before he hits Jeongin.

               “See,” he says, turning his head, and his ears are still red and his eyes still look lost in lust, but he’s also pulling his lip slightly up in a grimace. “This is why I don’t go out with kids.”

               Changbin stills. He prompts himself up, moves Jeongin so his ass is up again too.

               “No, noona. Don’t get angry. I’m sorry,” he answers quickly. “You are all ready for me, right?”

               “Not for you, but I’m ready.”

               “So you want me to fuck you already, right?” Changbin asks, but he’s toying with the fabric again, only teasing with taking it down and not actually doing it.

               “Yeah, Binnie, like, I have more important things to do.”

               “But noona,” he pleads, “I have never been inside anyone before,” he says, and he pulls on one side of the panties, leaving Jeongin’s wet rim in the air.

               “And that’s my problem?” Jeongin answers. He bites his lip to keep a moan inside the moment he feels Changbin looking down and gasping at just how prepared Jeongin is, rim stretched open already, wet all along his crack.

               “Noona… I’ve never played with anyone before,” he says. He licks his fingers as he keeps pulling on the panties sideways, “Please, let me,” he begs, already teasing alongside Jeongin’s stretched rim, circling it and making Jeongin moan even with his mouth closed tight.

               “Fuck, hyung,” Jeongin whispers. He hides his face again for a moment, moans into the pillow when Changbin teases by pressing his fingers again.

               “Please, please, noona,” Changbin chants.

               “I can’t believe you’re this entitled at your age, fuck, Binnie,” Jeongin answers. “I hope you don’t come fingering me, Binnie. Or I’ll tell.”

               “Who?”

               “Everyone,” Jeongin answers. And finally, he feels Changbin's fingers getting inside. Two of Changbin’s fingers are bulkier than two of his, but it’s okay, he still takes them easily, and it feels so good to have his hyung inside. “I’ll let everyone know you couldn’t even last enough to fuck me, Binnie.”

               “Noona,” Changbin whines as he presses further in.

               “Not my fault if it is true,” Jeongin keeps on teasing, pushing Changbin as Changbin pumps his fingers in and out of him.

               “Fuck, Innie, you’re really loose,” he whispers, lets his head fall forward, almost over Jeongin's back.

               “Is that okay?” Jeongin asks.

               “Yeah, of course it is,” Changbin answers and he tries to scissor his fingers slowly. He hits Jeongin's prostate and Jeongin trembles all over, so he does it again and again as he talks. “But I want to stretch you open next time, is that okay?”

               “It is hyung,” Jeongin answers, but it’s messy, his mouth feels too full of saliva, his air isn’t properly coming in, and his voice is all wrong.

               Still, Changbin understands, and as he yams Jeongin’s prostate one last time, he whispers back: “Thanks, noona.”

               Jeongin takes his cock in hand, squeezing the base to starve off his orgasm. He takes a few deep breaths as Changbin takes his fingers off and cleans them on Jeongin’s skirt, making it dirty. The image alone is enough to almost make him come too.

               “Did you like it, noona?” Changbin asks.

               Jeongin laughs. “What?”

               “Me fingering you, noona.”

               “Didn’t almost realize you were doing it, Binnie.”

               Changbin pouts, but Jeongin is still not looking at him, trying to recover.

               “So next time, noona can teach me to do better.”

               “Next time? You better have the best cock ever if you want another opportunity, Binnie.”

               Changbin gropes himself; he’s still in his pants and it all feels too tight, but his noona didn’t tell him he could take them off. So he hasn’t.

               Jeongin turns around, a leg flying over Changbin’s head and the image of Jeongin spreading his legs open for him, making Changbin dizzy. And then Jeongin lifts his ass and pulls off his panties, too fed up with waiting for Changbin to do it.

               “Fuck me.”

               “Ride me.”

               Jeongin takes a shaky breath at that, but still, he answers: “Brat.”

               “That’s not true, noona-”

               Jeongin tsks, interrupting him, but he gets on his knees and pushes Changbin away.

               “What-?” Changbin tries to ask.

               “You want me to ride you? Take off your ugly pants and lie there. God, you really can’t do anything,” Jeongin answers quickly. He looks down and then up to Changbin, reassured when Changbin nods quickly, getting off the bed to undress. He hesitates before taking off his t-shirt, but Jeongin is quick to nod, licking his lips when Changbin gets completely nude.

               Jeongin moves to let Changbin lie against the headboard. He takes a good look before he whispers a low “fuck,” and moves to lick his hand and stroke Changbin once, making his hyung close his eyes and bite his lips.

               “Innie,” Changbin whispers, and he isn’t too proud to confess, “I’ll come if you do that.”

               “Remember, I’ll tell.”

               “Everyone would understand,” Changbin answers, making Jeongin go redder than before. “You’re so pretty, noona.”

               “Shut up,” Jeongin whispers back.

               “I brought condoms, they are on my-”

               “Plural.”

               “In case one broke, Innie.”

               “Hm.”

               Changbin gulps down, “Or in case- In case noona wants round two.”

               Jeongin smiles. He bends down to kiss Changbin for a second time. He can feel Changbin’s cock twitching in his hand, the heaving of his chest, his lips are more swollen than for their first kiss that afternoon.

               Jeongin gets off the bed after the kiss, takes Changbin’s pants off the floor and looks for the condoms, almost laughing when he finds the gym card first. Then, he goes back onto the bed and bats Changbin's hand away when he tries to take the condom. He puts it on Changbin himself, rolling it down and stroking Changbin after for good measure.

               Then, he straddles Changbin, his pretty skirt bunches on his thighs and the base of his hard cock.

               “Are you sure, Innie?”

               “Are you, hyung?” Jeongin asks back.

               “Yeah. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a long time now.”

               “Could have fooled me,” Jeongin teases. Changbin caresses his cheek and pulls him down to kiss him again.

               “Sorry, Innie,” Changbin whispers. “I really hope I can be on your bed again.”

               Jeongin hums; he’s about to pull up but Changbin doesn’t let him.

               “And I mean yours, Innie.”

               “Yeah? I know.”

               “Not noona alone. Yours.”

               Jeongin laughs, “Alright, alright.”

               “And I want to take you shopping again,” Changbin keeps talking. “Skirts, and pants, and whatever you want, yeah?” Jeongin nods again, smiling. “And maybe we can go have dinner too.”

               “We already do that.”

               “Well, then, maybe after you can invite me over.”

               “And what do we do with Chan, if I invite you over, hm?”

               “Let’s hope Minho takes pity on us.”

               Jeongin laughs again and then he smiles and kisses Changbin, pressing him against the pillow.

               “Stop rambling and let me ride you, Binnie. I have other things to do,” Jeongin whispers in his ear.

               Changbin shivers as Jeongin starts to kiss down his neck and around his chest. He gets a little distracted, leaving little noble marks all over Changbin, playing with his nipples and pressing both tits together.

               “Do you want to fuck them, Innie?” Changbin asks, and Jeongin’s eyes snap up, a fierce look more than one of surprise. “You can. Come all over them, yeah?”

               “Next time,” Jeongin mutters, clearly holding himself back. “I want you inside, hyung.”

               “Then go for it, noona.”

               Jeongin smirks. He gets upright, positioning himself and taking in a deep breath before letting go. Changbin gets his hands on Jeongin’s hips, a soft support as Jeongin takes his dick and rubs it against his prepped hole.

               It’s a sweet, soft torture. Jeongin puts his hands on Changbin’s chest and starts to sink slowly, letting out soft breaths and scrunching his eyes closed.

               “You’re bigger than-”

               “Don’t say that, I’ll-”

               Jeongin's soft moan interrupts Changbin the same way he had interrupted him before. And both giggle and then take in a sharp breath. And so Jeongin keeps moving down and grunting.

               “Fuck,” Changbin whispers, squeezing Jeongin’s hips, the skirt bunching underneath the grip. “Fuck, Innie, you’re so tight.”

               Jeongin doesn’t answer, just hums in response as he bottoms out and lets out a hiccupy breath.

               “You look so good, you feel so good, noona.”

               “I know,” Jeongin whispers then. “Are you going to come if I move, Binnie?” he asks, still getting used to the stretch.

               “No, noona, I promise.”

               Jeongin grins, but he takes a couple more seconds before he starts moving, slowly lifting up and letting gravity drag him down. Then he picks up a rhythm and Changbin is coming undone under him. Moaning and grunting and practically sobbing as Jeongin moves, the soft skirt flipping up and down just a little slower than his heavy cock.

               Jeongin is squeezing Changbin’s chest, eyes still almost closed, but then he finds the way to move to hammer his prostate and his eyes fly open.

               “Fuck, Changbin,” he moans and moves the same way again and again.

               “You like it, noona?” Changbin asks, and he is so close already, feeling the way Jeongin is trembling, his ass squeezing him each time Jeongin feels like he’s about to come.

               Jeongin hums and keeps going, not giving Changbin the satisfaction of praise yet.

               “Noona, are you going to come on my cock?” he asks then, squeezing Jeongin’s hips harder, taking away a little bit of Jeongin’s movement to make him move himself, faster and deeper, making Jeongin bounce on his cock, mouth open and head falling to the side.

               “Binnie,” Jeongin answers, his hands flying to Changbin’s, squeezing them. He works to move faster, still aiming for his sweet spot.

               And then he comes moaning his hyung name, spilling all over the pretty skirt and Changbin's stomach, sinking deep into his cock as he does.

               “So good, Binnie, you’re so good. Fuck.”

               Changbin isn’t expecting his noona’s praise, so of course, he comes.

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               “I just find it weird,” Jisung says, leaning over the restaurant table and getting his arm a little sticky. Hyunjin rolls his eyes and tries to get him clean with a napkin. It doesn’t work.

               “What?” Changbin asks; he’s giving Jeongin a couple bits of meat.

               “Well! Last night I walked into you two at the gym and you were calling Jeongin ‘noona’, again.” Changbin rolls his eyes like Jisung is being incomprehensible. “And it’s not the first time.”

               “Jeongin doesn’t seem to mind, though,” Minho intervenes.

               “Don’t get me started on you and Chan, hyung,” Jisung quickly retorts.

               “You’re just jealous,” Changbin says then.

               “Jealous of what!”

               “Alright, everyone, stop fighting. If you’re jealous, we can call you noona too, Jisung,” Chan says, wishing to end the conversation or to make Jisung madder; it isn’t clear.

               The table laughs, and Jeongin’s hand on Changbin’s legs tightens. Changbin smiles back at him. They will be more careful, his noona and he.