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When your first Catholic meal is a Zinger Burger with special hot sauce dripping down it’s side, you know that your experience is either going to be overly substantial or worth nothing at all. The holiness of soggy lettuce and sweet mayonnaise was something Sunghoon was struggling to find.
See, it started when Sunghoon’s mother sent him off on a Catholic church camp ad: “Learn your fight from your light and remember Jesus is hip,” out of a decade late guilt for not having raised him right, and Sunghoon had been rather scandalised when she’d brought it up. In all honesty, Sunghoon considered himself a good Christian boy. He would pray to God when he was having a rough patch and would remember to be grateful to Him for the fag up his sleeve when a cute girl asked him for a cigarette.
Unfortunately his mother highly disagreed with his Christianity and decided that boot camp for the soul would be just the thing, despite all the articles Sunghoon pulled up for her about how boys usually came out of them gay. Further insistence in the form of actually trying to hide his nightly smoke and taking out his earrings, however, only made his mother more sure that he needed this.
And so here he was, in bloody KFC at seven pm on a weeknight in a tiny town two hours from home. The pastor in charge of this four week camp, along with his wife and son, had brought Sunghoon along for a welcome dinner, as they apparently did every time a new person joined the camp. Sunghoon would liked to have thought that they came to this specific place in an attempt to please his “non Christian” tastebuds, but from the way the pastor's wife was picking chicken expertly off a bone, a napkin spread on her floral dress, Sunghoon came to the conclusion that this family came here disturbingly often. The pastor himself had nicked his sleeves up methodically with his pinkies and had assumed devouring an entire bucket of fried chicken, his throat bobbing uncomfortably against his dogs collar.
His son however, Jongseong as he’d been introduced, was sipping on a sprite and talking to his mother about some political strategy they needed to deploy if they actually wanted to save the church from its inevitable exodus (his words.) He was terribly pretty, more so than any of the girls Sunghoon found himself passing time with, all honey skin and passionate innuendos that his mother just let bounce off herself; too much to say for such a slender frame and such rosy lips.
And so when Sunghoon sat down, he couldn’t help but feel like he was somewhat intruding on a happy family dinner.
But the Parks did nothing to make him feel out of place, like trying to make him feel welcome. They just continued their dinner and gossip and made no extra effort to ignore him or revolve the conversation around him. If there was a relevant question then they would ask, and Jongseong’s mother didn’t exercise any restraint in posing whatever she wanted to say. Through that, Sunghoon managed to settle down calmly enough and only choke on fries twice. When he did, the pastor gave him a half hearted, sympathetic pat on the back before returning to his own food.
So all in all, when Sunghoon arrived at his “accommodation,” he’d figured that this family were either impostors or bikers, and wasn’t shocked at all to find that he was the only member of this camp and in fact there was no camp, the family just needed someone to rent out the room downstairs so that they could get the heating in the church fixed. The pastor had been slightly embarrassed when telling Sunghoon this, while his wife just smiled and told him that if he was worried about losing out on a Christian experience he was free to join them tomorrow for Sunday service. Jongseong just rolled his eyes at that and gave Sunghoon two towels and a toothpaste tube and assured him that they had hot water.
To be honest, Sunghoon wasn’t all that bothered, though when was he ever. He was just glad that he wouldn’t be spending his days picking up trash and sorting library shelves. On top of that, the house was very nice, and his room was much cosier than at home. The whole place was quaint and dated, with a wooden floor and panelling, and there was one large central room with a kitchen on the right and lounge of sorts on the left. To the back there was a staircase, one set leading down to Sunghoon’s room and the other up to where he assumed the family lived. So he got privacy on top of it all. Bliss.
Like a true hooligan, the moment Sunghoon got downstairs he flung himself on the bed, hands behind his head and shoes on the sheets. He would have to thank his mother for these few weeks off when he got back, really and truly.
•••
“Oh hey Sunghoon,” said Jongseong, looking up from the packet of ramen he was tearing open. Sunghoon had emerged from his room a few half hours later after sufficiently making himself at home (by dumping the damp underwear he hadn’t let dry this morning on the window sill) to find Jay having his midnight snack at ten.
“Hey,” nodded Sunghoon, sliding onto the stool at the kitchen island and putting his elbows on the wood. His arm brushed the cutlery holder, making the metal clatter, and Jongseong almost winced, but manners subdued his reaction. Sunghoon suppressed a laugh.
Adorable.
“Want some?” he offered instead.
“Yeah sure,” replied Sunghoon.
Silence. Of course, what else would it be between strangers, but Sunghoon always found it easier to just embrace moments like this. From what he’d gathered at dinner, apart from being gorgeous Jongseong was also a classic nitpicker: opinionated and blunt but terribly enduring. Sunghoon’s poorly aimed kick of a half empty Coke can on his shin earlier had gone forgiven quite easily, despite the sticky stain left on his slacks.
Jongseong had changed now though, some white button up cotton pyjamas which let his skin tone seep through. Easier to take off than a belt, Sunghoon thought. He’d look better with them off. For sure.
A steaming bowl was pushed in front of him, pulling him out of his thoughts, and Sunghoon looked up with a smile.
“Thanks Jongseong,” he said, pulling a fork out of the holder as noisily as he could just so he could watch the boy wince.
“No problem,” muttered Jongseong after contemplating telling Sunghoon that was rude, assuming a similar position in front of him. “And call me Jay,” he tacked on after a pause.
“Jay?” repeated Sunghoon. He’d liked Jongseong. It had this polite ring to it, the kind that made it all the more fun to ruin whatever boy it belonged to.
“Yeah,” replied Jongseong, and he stirred around his bowl almost abashedly.
“Why?” asked Sunghoon.
“It’s just less formal,” he shrugged, taking a bite. “Jongseong is too wordy, I don’t like it.”
“Jay…” mused Sunghoon, looking at the blonde boy intently as he chewed, lips assuming a natural pout. He was like a kid rebelling against whatever sentimental ancestors' name his parents had given him. “That’s so cute.” Jay coughed around his mouthful and Sunghoon grinned.
“It’s just a name,” he muttered after taking a sip of water, but his eyes wouldn’t meet Sunghoon’s. He was blushing slightly.
Still cute.
•••
A week ago when Sunghoon’s mother had inflicted him with the news of his summer plans, Sunghoon had been expecting a WiFi free, noncommittal soul rendering experience, definitely not including the large stack of gardening and Playboy magazines Jay had slapped down on the counter.
Last night after their “midnight” meal, Sunghoon had discovered that he’d run out of cigarettes, and when Jay got back from church the next morning, he insisted he accompany his guest to the corner shop, apparently needing to grab some stuff too.
But when Jay had said grab some stuff, Sunghoon had been expecting it to include bread, milk, maybe some soap and butter. Normal shopping for the son of a pastor. Not the 90s version of pornography and a senior citizens leafy pastime.
“What the fuck,” Sunghoon said, looking down at the massive stack the cashier was scanning as he pocketed his lighter. “Don’t you like, watch porn to get off? Like a normal person you know.”
“Don’t be mad,” said Jay coolly, passing some money to the cashier. “The gardening ones are mine. The rest are for the men at the care home, there’s no other way they can sneak it past their wives.”
Sunghoon blinked, not sure how to respond or whether to believe what seemed like a very far fetched lie.
“So you garden?” he settled with.
“No, I make paper airplanes out of the pages. Yes I garden.”
“Oh damn. That’s... kinky?”
“I was thinking practical but kinky works,” said Jay, grabbing his change and hoisting up the stack. “Let’s go?”
“Yeah,” replied Sunghoon, and they exited the shop with the tinkle of the bell, heading homewards. Sunghoon would have offered Jay a hand with the stack but he was more preoccupied with getting himself a light and honestly, Jay’s arms looked delightfully lovely and frail straining against the weight.
He couldn’t help himself.
“Do you like boys?” he asked, and watched Jay almost lose his grip on the stack with a twinge of satisfaction. Jay regained his grip before replying, a little confused and a little shy.
“No…” he said hesitantly, before sending Sunghoon a glance. “Why?”
“Good, it wouldn’t have been very Christian of you if you did,” replied Sunghoon, ignoring Jay’s question and nudging him with an elbow. Jay rolled his eyes and made a show of moving out of the direction of Sunghoon’s smoke.
“Do you like boys?” he asked back.
“Sometimes,” shrugged Sunghoon. “It depends on my mood.”
“What’s your mood right now? Feeling gay for Jesus?” said Jay, referring to the way Sunghoon had skipped church this morning. Sunghoon grinned.
“You got me,” he said, and Jay laughed. Sunghoon took another drag, letting the heat beating off the apsalt envelop them for a moment before speaking again.
“You want to know what I’m really in the mood for right now?” he asked. Jay blinked at him but nodded.
“Sure.”
“I’m in the mood for good Christian boys with cute little lips and button up shirts and a thing for gardening.”
Jay really did drop a magazine then. Sunghoon bent down to pick it up and offered it to him with a cheeky smile. Jay snatched it back with red cheeks and mumbled something incoherent, picking up the pace and not speaking another word till they got home.
Perfect perfect perfect, in every way.
•••
Jay did garden, much to Sunghoon’s delight. He gardened like those proper little boys that his grandmother used to read to him about in fairy tales, slathered in sunblock and wearing wellingtons and a broad brimmed hat.
Sunghoon had settled himself on the couch a few afternoons later in the bliss of the ac to watch Jay sweat and glow under the sun. He wasn’t being inconspicuous in his position, actively staring at the boy through the window as he dug out potatoes and shallots and picked green beans and occasionally exchanged remarks with the middle aged lady on the other side of the wall.
Clearly, Jay knew Sunghoon was watching him. Halfway through a shovel he’d accidentally make eye contact with him, looking away as fast as he could as Sunghoon beamed and sent him winks and even a wolf whistle when the light hit his golden skin just right.
It was so much fun teasing Jay, entirely because he was just so easy to fluster, and had the cutest little fits of grumpy grumbles every time Sunghoon told him through the cracked open window how manly he looked with a shovel.
So when Jay came in he was thoroughly ruddy cheeked, hot and bothered and a little muddy.
“Your cheeks are so red,” said Sunghoon as Jay walked over to the fridge.
“Yeah, because I’ve been in the sun all afternoon making use of the earth and you’ve been…” He looked disdainfully at the empty junk food packets on the table. “You’ve been… inside.” He was so definitely affected, but still not quite crude enough to say exactly what he wanted. Sunghoon wanted to go pinch the red off his cheeks, but he settled with watching Jay gulp down a bottle of water instead.
“Can you get me some too please?” he asked, and Jay huffed, but grabbed another bottle and walked over to the couch. He dropped it crudely on Sunghoon’s stomach, making the boy let out a surprised exhale.
“Do you like… ever make yourself useful?” he asked as Sunghoon picked up the water and sat up, wiping the condensation on his shirt.
“No not really,” he replied nonchalantly, opening the cap.
“I get why your mother wanted you out of the house.”
“I think she just got sick of the cigarette smell.”
“She let you smoke inside?” said Jay, surprised.
“Not exactly.” Jay blinked.
“I swear if I go downstairs and it smells just the tiniest bit,” he said, clearly attempting to be threatening. Sunghoon laughed.
“I’m not that terrible,” he said. “You’ll only find a mess, no smell.”
“I don’t trust you,” said Jay, and he retreated downstairs to go prove Sunghoon wrong. He re-emerged a moment later, blushing even harder. Apparently unkempt bedsheets and piles of sweaty t-shirts and cum stained underwear strewn across the floor were not a sight he liked to see.
“You're so annoying,” he huffed. Sunghoon lifted the bottle in mock cheers and drank. Jay rolled his eyes, brushing Sunghoon’s wink off and walking upstairs.
•••
Sunghoon was no early riser, much to his teachers’ disappointment, best known for stumbling in late every day second only to the way he spent half his classes asleep. But these days he found himself awoken by the scuffle of polished shoes on wood and low voices every few mornings at eight as the Parks went to do rounds for charity funds in the scope of the towns dying Christianity.
Normally he was very good at tuning out anything disturbing his forty winks but something always lulled him out of bed on those mornings and into the kitchen so that he could sit on the stool with a glass of water and bed hair and observe.
That something was obviously Jongseong, or more specifically his knee length grey shorts and the way he tucked whatever blouse he was wearing that day in. He did it as if he was going to be reprimanded for doing it otherwise. His parents didn’t care really, but Sunghoon had heard Jay mutter “Clothes are a first impression,” enough times to them as he tied up his laces to get it.
Jay usually ignored Sunghoon at that time, more focused on rehearsing whatever pleading line his mother had made him memorise the night before, and Sunghoon liked that because it gave him more time to decide which items he’d want Jay to keep on when he was fucking him.
The shoes and socks usually won, Jay’s legs looked so pretty decorated in the schoolboy-esque white cotton and black lace ups reminiscent of puddles and knee scrapes. Sunghoon decided he would slowly unbutton the shirt as he kissed over Jay’s neck, leaving as many garrish marks as he could, and he’d undo the belt and unzip the shorts, but when Jay reached down to tug his shoes off, Sunghoon would stop him. He’d tell him how lovely he looked with just them on and then he’d lay a blushing Jay down to take for himself.
But today the thick, wired glasses were winning by a solid margin, perched on Jay’s nose instead of contacts because they were running late. They made Jay’s features look even daintier in their size, heavy and tempted to slide off. Sunghoon would have Jay on his back when he was wearing them, so he could see the boy's eyes glitter with tears of pleasure properly.
Sunghoon let the thoughts linger as the three left the house, taking them with him up to Jay’s bedroom. He hadn’t been here before, because as tempted as he had been, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. But he reasoned with himself; Jay had never outright told him he couldn’t. And so up he went, peeking in at all the doors to find the right place.
Jay’s room was nothing special when he found it, but it was very clearly his. Beige sheets and wooden furniture and spotless save the trail of his hurried morning. His contacts case lay abandoned on the dresser and and on his bedside there was a dog eared book spread open on top of a bible. A stack of magazines lay in the corner, truthful in their telling because there really only were gardening editions in there. Next to the bed there was a waste paper basket filled with pencil shavings and crumpled tissues, poorly hiding their shameful usage under clean sheets of writing paper.
There was something so personal about the most impersonal little details in there that Sunghoon almost felt like he was invading a very private diary as he sat down on the bed. He scooted back till he was leaning against the wall, and reached into his pants, closing his eyes and letting the image of Jay lying right here on this bed in nothing but those glasses wash over him.
Sunghoon started stroking his length. He imagined it was Jay’s knobbly fingers wrapped around him, eyes blown out and wide as he took in each of Sunghoon’s movements. Jay loved acting all perfect and sure of himself, and Sunghoon wanted to see him just let go a little, fuck up a bit and let himself be swept up by all the same lusts that he was being enveloped by.
He kept it up, his breath growing heavy as he increased his pace, thinking about fucking Jay into this very mattress. Of Jay fucking him. All bumbling from nerves and anticipation as he tried to maneuver around Sunghoon’s body. He kept it up till the burning pleasure in his stomach climaxed. He lunged out for the tissues, pulling a clumsy fistful out and catching his release just in time.
Sunghoon leaned his head back on the wall, catching his breath. God, it had been so long since he’d wanted someone this bad. His pretty face usually lured in anyone he wanted and it took just a night to work it out of his system, but with Jay it wasn’t that easy and that was annoying.
He wiped himself clean and got up, throwing the tissues in the direction of the bin. They missed, landing on the floor, but Sunghoon didn’t bother to pick them up. It didn’t matter if Jay noticed the sticky semen inside or the way his sheets were crumpled, Sunghoon didn’t care. He wanted him to see.
•••
Despite the non participating animosity Sunghoon was during his classes, his social skills weren’t all that terrible. Or at least not when he was flirting around, because flirting around was his speciality.
Last Sunday he’d decided to go to church purely for the sake of bugging Jongseong and having something on his resume for when he reported back to his mother, and had found the moments he wasn’t whispering uselessly into Jay’s ear filled with making furious eye contact with a pretty black haired girl in the pew to his left.
He’d broken Jay down about half way but he wasn’t adverse to mucking around with someone else in the meantime, so as everyone piled out, Sunghoon jogged up to the girl and caught her in a slick conversation about how bored he was and how she looked like just the perfect person to introduce him to this new town.
She caught on pretty fast and since then Sunghoon had spent most of his evenings snuck into her bedroom and hiding from her parents under the bed with a half done erection. In fact, it was after he’d made a particularly noisy and rampant entrance through his window one of those days at circa one in the morning that Jay decided to make his entrance.
Sunghoon had been on the verge of falling asleep, too tired to take off anything more than his shoes, when he heard his door creak open. Blearily, he opened his eyes to see Jay’s figure in the dimness of the night lamp.
“I got your gift,” said Jay, closing the door behind him. Sunghoon blinked a few times, trying to focus his eyes.
“What gift?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.
“You trashing my room.” Sunghoon felt his mind wake up.
“That? That’s a few days late coming isn’t it Jay?” he said, craning his neck to see Jay standing next to his bed, poised in a hesitant way. Like he’d needed some sort of excuse to wake Sunghoon up in the middle of the night only to realise that crumpled bedsheets weren’t good enough.
“It’s been a few days since you were here on time…” he muttered, almost like he was speaking to himself, but Sunghoon heard, and maybe his heart melted a little. He felt himself wake up fully, enough to observe the blush on Jay’s cheeks. He was wearing those perfect preppy white pyjamas again and his glasses were perched on his nose, the embodiment of Sunghoon’s dream.
“Oh Jay,” he realised. “You’re jealous aren’t you?” Jay froze up, and Sunghoon heard the cogs in his mind go into overdrive. He hadn’t expected Sunghoon to catch on so fast. Then he reached for the door handle, as if deciding that this wasn’t worth the embarrassment, and stepped away. Sunghoon reached out with a sigh and grabbed his wrist, pulling him so that he landed on the bed with an oof.
“Don’t go,” he said, and he hated the way he sounded a little desperate. That girl was fun and all but she wasn’t Jay, seated with his hands splayed on the sheets for balance and mouth parted in surprise. She wasn’t what he was craving, all skinny limbs and hard lined morals and exasperated sighs.
“I-”
“Please Jongseong-ah,” lulled Sunghoon, not giving him any time to rethink this. He put his hand on Jay’s inner thigh, barely an inch from his crotch. “Let me.”
He heard Jay swallow and felt his body tense, but he didn’t pull away. As much as he wished he didn’t, as much as he wished he could keep playing good boy, Jay wanted this as much as Sunghoon did. Why else would he be here at the dead of night full of empty threats and knotted with nerves?
Jay didn’t speak. Sunghoon sat up, moving his fingers to ghost over the boy’s crotch, indulging himself more than testing the waters. Jay let out a heavy breath but didn’t push him away so Sunghoon moved closer, dangling his legs off the bed either side of Jay’s so that his abdomen was flush against his back. He slipped his hands under Jay’s shirt, rubbing them over his hips and relishing in the human warmth.
Jay was as perfect as he’d imagined him to be, all soft skin and a slight pudgy belly. Sunghoon let his hands wander, simply enjoying their nearness before moving up to brush over his chest. He let his fingers hover teasingly over Jay’s nipple before pinching it, and he heard a slight squeak of surprise, but felt Jay’s body relax back into him.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered.
“But you are,” Sunghoon replied and he inched his fingers under Jay’s waistband and boxers, emphasising the reason as to why Jay was here. Jay sighed as Sunghoon brushed past his pubes and wrapped his fingers around his half hard length, and tilted his head back. Sunghoon used this to press soft kisses down the side of his neck. Jay nuzzled into Sunghoon as the latter started toying around his tip with a bead of precum.
“You smell of sex,” said Jay, gripping Sunghoon’s thighs as he brought him to full hardness.
“Mm, and tell me you hate it,” said Sunghoon, licking the warm skin before working a bruise onto it. “You’re still here.” Jay didn’t reply, only pushing further into Sunghoon’s touch.
Sunghoon pulled his hand out and spat on his palm unceremoniously, slipping back under and beginning to jerk Jay off properly. Jay’s breath grew heavy as he moved, louder and more choked until his head was practically lolling on Sunghoon’s shoulder.
Sunghoon’s animal instincts loved it; having a small boy slotted between his legs at his mercy, and he was feeling almost as much pleasure as Jay was. He could feel and hear everything the boy did, every squirm and every gasp, and he felt his own dick reach fullness when Jay came, semen soiling his pyjama bottoms.
Sunghoon pulled out and wiped the stickiness on Jay’s thigh, using his clean hand to tilt the boy’s head and draw him into a lopsided kiss. Jay seemed a little out of it, like he’d forgotten he’d been halfway through deciding how wrong this was, letting Sunghoon do what he wanted. And so Sunghoon chose to savour the soft, pliant lips and the drying saliva in the corners of his mouth, buzzing with satisfaction. Jay kissed him back lazily, inexperience evident but confident under his post orgasm haze. It only made Sunghoon want him more, and he broke away.
“They’re dirty now, you should take them off,” he said, pulling on the bottoms. Jay lifted his hips without question, letting Sunghoon slide the elastic past his knees until he could kick the garments off. He really did look better with them off.
Then Jay turned around and pushed Sunghoon onto the pillows with an unsure amount of strength. Sunghoon humoured him and fell back, pulling on Jay till he was straddling him. His dick was peeking out under his shirt and those breakable legs were splayed but it wasn’t enough, so Sunghoon reached up and undid the buttons of his shirt to reveal the red marks he’d pinched on, and Jay’s slightly angry looking nipple.
Jay looked a little self conscious at having his body exposed so much, but he didn’t try to hide. Instead he whined and tugged on Sunghoon’s own t-shirt.
“You take it off too,” he said, and Sunghoon chuckled at his pout, but still yanked it off and threw it somewhere on the floor to meet another pile of mess.
Jay’s eyebrows furrowed behind his glasses at the sight of bite marks and hickeys littering Sunghoon’s pale skin, fresh and old, and it only highlighted his jealousy; it reminded him of the reason he was here. Sunghoon found it incredibly endearing, more so when Jay leaned down and started working his own on, right next to the others. He even bit down on the old ones, making Sunghoon wince, and Sunghoon didn’t miss that satisfied smile on Jay’s face whenever he did.
Jay seemed content like this for now, having cum once already and still not entirely grounded, but the pressure of his bare bottom on Sunghoon’s clothed dick and the possessive, slightly annoyed way he kissed him was only making Sunghoon more desperate.
“Jongseong please,” he said, after another assault of lips. “Let me fuck you now, please.” Jay sat up, blinking. He opened his mouth and then closed it, hesitating as if the angel on his shoulder was prodding and poking him and reminding him that he really shouldn’t be doing this. That he’d fucked up enough by kissing a boy, but kissing a boy wasn’t as bad as having sex with one and that he should leave now.
“Don’t think about it too much,” Sunghoon whispered.
It was a simple line, but apparently it was enough. It was like Jay needed something to tell that angel, to placate his conscience so that it would come bother him at a more convenient time, not now when he was drowning himself in sin and enjoying it.
He nodded, and Sunghoon wasted no time, reaching under the bed and groping around for the bottle of lotion he’d discarded there a week ago. He set it down on the bed when he found it, and maneuvered Jay onto his back so that he was on top.
There’s nothing like a dream come true, there really isn’t, in that surreal way where you can’t believe it’s real; Jay’s hair splayed on the pillow like a halo and his shirt had slipped off his shoulders, imitating some form of sinful wings. Sunghoon liked to believe this was hard earned, restraint wasn’t exactly one of his attributes, nor was piety, but it would be blasphemous to deny the angelity in front of him
He reached out for the bottle, pouring some of the makeshift lube on his fingers.
“God, you’re so pretty,” he said, kissing Jay’s chest as he tucked the boy’s legs up and smeared the substance over his exposed hole. Jay froze at the words. Clearly that was too much. Too much of a reminder about what he was committing himself to.
“You shouldn’t say His name in vain,” he muttered. Sunghoon looked up at him, raising his eyebrows incredulously.
“Jesus, you’re so pretty,” he repeated, and he pushed two fingers in. Jay’s breath caught in his throat.
“Don’t,” he whined. “Don’t say that.” And as much as Sunghoon wanted to keep talking, he relented. He didn’t want to scare Jay off.
Instead he focused on stretching his virgin hole out, thrusting a bit before scissoring. Jay’s mouth had been in a nervous nibble before, but it fell open when Sunghoon brushed over his sweet spot, features easing into pleasure.
“Feels good right?” Jay nodded. “Well it’s only gonna get better,” Sunghoon murmured into his ear, beginning to thrust. Jay was made for this, his dick was flushed and hard again and it leaked precum whenever Sunghoon pressed in. Sunghoon felt himself throb each time, finding it so hard not to cave and take Jay as he was.
Like he’d said on a few occasions however, he wasn’t that terrible, and so he slid in fingers three and four, watching the way Jay’s pink hole stretched to accommodate them.
“Oh- shit,” winced Jay, and he clutched at the sheets as Sunghoon pushed in as far as he could and thrusted a few times. He curled his fingers and scissored them against the resistance, making Jay squirm.
“You okay?” asked Sunghoon, and he pressed into Jay’s prostate again to alleviate any discomfort.
“Yeah- shit- yeah,” Jay replied, and Sunghoon thrusted a few moments more, drawing away when he felt that Jay was less tense.
“You’re gonna feel so good around me,” he said, straightening up and taking a condom out of his pocket before pulling his pants off too. He tore it open and tugged it on, and he could feel Jay’s awed gaze hot on his length as he did so. He looked down, smirking at him as he positioned himself. Jay looked away when he felt Sunghoon’s dick brush against his entrance, breath hitching.
“May I? Jongseong-ah,” said Sunghoon, teasing the way Jay found his birth name too formal. Jay slapped his arm weakly, but was too caught up in anticipation to do much else. He nodded, and Sunghoon pushed in.
Sunghoon couldn’t help the heavy exhale that slipped past his lips as his head popped through the ring of muscle. Jay was hot and tight, the sensations directly translating into relief and pleasure, and it seemed to be the same for Jay because his jaw had fallen slack and his eyes were closed. It was taking every shred of Sunghoon’s self control to not ravage the boy right now.
He waited a few moments until Jay’s breathing calmed, and then he pulled out to the tip.
“So,” he said, and he thrusted in as deep as he could, watching how well Jay swallowed him up. “Do you like boys now?” Jay’s lids fluttered open, and his eyes were glassy from pain and wet with pleasure, glimmering behind his frame just as Sunghoon had wanted them to.
“N-no,” he said, the words tapering into a moan as Sunghoon brushed against his sweet spot again. Sunghoon rolled his eyes.
”You sure about that?” he said, and he slammed in again to remind him exactly what he was doing right now; exactly what he was filled to the brim and moaning with pleasure from.
”Ah- shit. Yes I’m sure… only you.”
That response made Sunghoon far more happy than it should have. He picked up the pace, and Jay cried out, not expecting it.
“That’s right. You wish you were immune to it but you aren’t,” he teased, and Jay could only whine in response. “But it’s okay,” he continued. “Since you’re so pretty I’m sure God will forgive you.
“No,” said Jay, speaking with an effort. “Don’t say that.”
“Why,” asked Sunghoon. “Don’t want to be forgiven?”
“Not- not that. It just feels- oh fuck.” Sunghoon had wrapped his hand around Jay’s length and started stroking him.
“Feels good?” offered Sunghoon with a smirk.
“Yes… so good. But it also- also feels unfair, this is so wrong.” Sunghoon could only look down at him with an amused smile. He ‘sinned’ so prettily.
“You’re so precious Jay,” he said, and he leaned in to press their lips together, splaying his free palm on Jay’s chest. Jay tangled his hands in Sunghoon’s hair, pulling him even closer, and eventually the moans in his throat faded into occasional whines.
It was all wet lips and hot breath after that, as the two boys slipped into a space occupied only by each other. Each and every part of Jay was so alluring, from his rosebud lips to the way his legs were tangled between Sunghoon’s own, all crying out his loveliness. Out of all the times Sunghoon had watched him huff off from nerves and embarrassment, there was no better moment than this; watching him cave to lust.
And soon enough Sunghoon felt himself crumble too, because between those bruising kisses and harsh tugs he felt a coiling in his stomach. Sooner than he’d wanted but also not soon enough because everything was addling with his mind and he wasn’t sure if he’d have been able to keep this pace up any longer. He broke away.
“I’m gonna come, Jongseong- ah fuck,” he said, groaning as Jay tightened around him.
“Me- me too,” said Jay, and he grappled at Sunghoon’s arms. Sunghoon started stroking the boy’s dick again and Jay was torn between thrusting up and sinking down, desperation plastered on his features until he finally came with a whine, release landing on his stomach. Sunghoon came barely a moment later, biting into Jay’s shoulder as he spilled into the condom.
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies flush and heaving, until Sunghoon had the sense to pull out. He peeled the condom off, knotting it and dropping it in the bin before groping around for something to clean Jay off with. He found his dirty boxers, and used them to wipe the drying semen off Jay’s stomach.
“You were so good,” he mused, moving lower to clean between Jay’s legs and admiring the rawness of his stretched hole. It looked so obscene on someone like Jay, and Sunghoon slipped two cheeky fingers in again.
“Hngh- and you’re disgusting,” he said, but he was too tired to push Sunghoon away. Sunghoon just grinned, dropping the boxers on the floor and leaning back in to kiss Jay.
“On a scale of one to ten, how terrible was that?” asked Sunghoon against Jay’s lips, pulling his fingers out.
“My conscience will let you know when it comes back in the morning,” Jay replied, and Sunghoon grinned before breaking away and leaning over to turn the lamp off, settling down to sleep.
Perfect.