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if anyone asked, jungwon would say sunghoon is meticulous.
he’s meticulous in his practice, running over moves over and over again until they’re nothing short of perfection. he’s meticulous in the way he carries himself, from his fashion to his skincare, to fixing every strand of hair in his face with gel.
sunghoon is meticulous- but he’s not perfect.
he’s quiet and awkward around anyone who isn’t his members or wonyoung (and even they had a rough start). he overworks himself trying to get down even the most unnoticeable parts of choreos, he gets stuck in his head more often than not, zoning out at less than ideal times.
and, unfortunately, like most of the members of enhypen, he has a terrible habit of bottling things up. on a scale of heeseung to sunoo, he definitely leans more towards heeseung.
thankfully as they grew as a group and as people overall, they all found outlets. jake collected and built legos, often enlisting the help of other members. ni-ki and heeseung played video games, sunoo dabbled in retail therapy, jay collect all sorts of things (namely whiskey and guitars jungwon didn’t even want to know the prices of) but that left sunghoon.
during their debut days it used to be the ice rink, skating and the ice itself always had a way of calming him down, but as their popularity grew and their schedules became more and more packed it was impossible to find time to themselves, let alone to find an ice rink.
as they were flying more and more places and more and more members started breaking- coming to him in the dead of night to talk about their exhaustion he worried about sunghoon.
even heeseung, notorious for locking everything up, came to him about how he wasn’t feeling like himself anymore. it happened to be one of the very few times he’s cried in front of jungwon.
his worries only heighten when sunghoon breaks down on stage.
he’s doing his ment. like normal when suddenly he starts tearing up and jungwon goes into overdrive. the rest of them follow suite and sunghoon cries, close to sobs as he kneels down to hide his face.
he says they’re happy tears but jungwon doesn’t quite believe him.
—
jungwon yawns as he gets out of the shower, patting his hair dry with a towel. he’s just about to throw on a movie and call it a night when a knock on his door interrupts him.
he’s used to these late night visits by now, shuffling to the door and peeping through the eyehole just in case, only to see sunghoon standing there.
he swallows down his shock, and opens the door slowly.
“hi hyung,” he mumbles, continuing to dry his hair.
“can i come in?” sunghoon sighs, not quite sounding like himself, his voice shaky and rough around the edges.
jungwon nods, opening the door more and allowing the elder to enter. he putters over to his bed, sitting on the sheets and urging sunghoon to follow, which he does.
they sit in silence for a few moments, sunghoon fiddling with his lacquered nails and jungwon trying to figure out what to say.
“what’s wrong?” he settles on, simple and straight to the point, because sunghoon wouldn’t come to him in the dead of the night if everything was in order.
he watches as the elder continues picking at his nails, the clear nail polish chipping off and falling to the floor- finally he takes a deep breath and turns to look at jungwon.
his eyes are hazy, like he’s not quite there. it’s a look he’s familiar with, but sunghoon never speaks in this state, too disconnected from the world to do anything but stare.
“this is gonna sound weird, and you don’t have to if you don’t want to…but can you jerk me off? please?” sunghoon says under his breath, his hands turning into fists from where they rest on his thighs.
and jungwon blanks. he must look stupid, eyes wide in shock, but out of all the things he expected sunghoon to ask for, a handjob was not one of them. advice? sure. a shoulder to cry on? absolutely. this? no.
it made sense though, in a way. although they had their own spaces in the dorms and when they traveled they usually got a room for themselves to do whatever they wanted- including some less than savory acts, it still got lonely.
a fist doesn’t really compare to a person he supposes. maybe this was sunghoon’s only outlet (however unhealthy it may be) and it just wasn’t doing the trick anymore.
as the leader it’s his job to make sure everyone is tended to and cared for. he has no qualms about helping one of his teammates out, even if this is a little out of his realm of expertise.
he must’ve been thinking for too long though because a hurried, “sorry, that was weird. forget i said anything,” leaves sunghoon as the tips of his ears turn pink.
“no, no it’s fine. i’ll do it,” jungwon blurts out, grabbing the sleeve of sunghoon’s sweater as he tries to get up.
“really?” he questions, eyebrows raising before his expression steels, “i’m not joking jungwon-ah.”
and jungwon swallows every inhibition he has before he says, “neither am i.”
[❦︎]
jungwon guides sunghoon to lay on the bed, supported by the plethora of pillows, with shaky hands. it would be a lie to say he’s never touched another member’s dick, but it’s his first time touching sunghoon’s dick and that makes him nervous.
he’s staring at him with an expression jungwon’s never truly seen, eyes wide and glossy, lips twinged into a pout. his cheeks, down to the low hanging neckline of his sleep shirt, are doused in pink. expectant.
he has to take a deep breath before he continues.
“you’ll tell me if you want to stop?”
sunghoon nods, his voice nothing but a whisper when he says, “of course ‘won.”
he shuffles closer to the elder man, stopping right in front of his shut legs. he contemplates prying them open but sunghoon does it all on his own, parting his legs and making way for jungwon. he swallows hard, both at the action and the fact that sunghoon already has a bulge tenting in his pants.
he slots himself between his legs, gripping the waistbands of both his pants and boxers and sunghoon nods, tugging his bottom lip into his mouth.
he can’t help but gasp as he pulls away the garments and sunghoon’s cock comes into view. he’s a little more than half-hard already, the tip flushed just as pink as the rest of him and pearling pre-cum at the slit. he’s more long than he is wide and it’s unfair than his cock is just as gorgeous as the rest of him.
as jungwon continues to pull more of the elder’s skin comes into view. his milky white thighs, dotted with moles, just like the rest of him. sunghoon presses his face into his hands, no words leaving him.
“spit hyung,” sunghoon hears over the blood rushing in his ears, uncovering his face only to be met with jungwon’s hand right in front of his lips. he feels his cock jump.
“unless you want me to do it,” he starts and sunghoon doesn’t know what comes over him, but he grabs jungwon’s wrist.
“i’ll do it,” he says, gathering whatever spit he can muster, considering how dry his mouth feels all of a sudden, and letting it fall into jungwon’s waiting palm, his face burning from the interaction.
jungwon thinks it’s unfair. this shouldn’t be sexy, it should gross and yucky and he should be grimacing but sunghoon’s looking at him with his pretty eyes and pink cheeks.
sunghoon tries to mentally prepare, but nothing really readies him for the feeling of jungwon’s hand on his cock. it’s hot, it burns- a soft sigh leaving him.
jungwon watches as sunghoon’s shoulders drop almost instantly, relaxing into the sheets, his eyes fluttering shut. that was…surprisingly easy? but he can do better though.
he leans down, hooking one of sunghoon’s legs over his shoulder and slowly stroking his cock. he presses a gentle kiss to the elder’s inner thigh, right on a mole and sunghoon shifts under him, not away however.
“you’re so pretty hyung,” he mumbles into the skin. it’s nothing sunghoon hasn’t heard before, but it’s the truth, jungwon thinks to himself as he presses the pad of his thumb to the elder’s slit.
sunghoon shifts again, his cock pulsing in jungwon’s hand, a thin string of precum coating his thumb. jungwon kisses another mole, then another, following the constellation of dots on the elder’s thighs as he gives lazy tugs until he reaches a little too high.
the elder’s hole comes into view, pink and…wet? he can’t stop himself from leaning back, sunghoon’s leg still hiked up on his shoulder, and yep. wet with what jungwon could only assume was lube.
“did you want me to do more than give you handjob?” he questions, tilting his head as he rubs over both his hole and his cock at the same time and sunghoon finally breaks- a soft whine leaving him.
“no… no. that has nothing to do with this. i just-” he gasps, slightly out of breath as jungwon rubs a finger over his entrance, just barely not enough pressure.
jungwon feels his head spin at the thought. his sunghoon hyung pressed up against the wall of his shower or nestled in bed, working his long, perfect fingers in and out of himself- and somehow it’s still not enough because he comes to jungwon.
he has an idea though.
he dives back down, holding sunghoon’s dick in one hand and staring up at him with the most enticing eyes he can manage, “can i try something hyung? you can tell me if you want me to stop.”
sunghoon is nothing but weak when it comes to pretty boys, and jungwon just so happens to be high on his list.
“m’kay…” he mutters, using his hands to hide the embarrassing expression he must have on his face.
he expects fingers, or maybe a blowjob, but instead jungwon dives between his legs, pressing his tongue flat against his hole and sunghoon can do nothing more than melt, gasping at the sensation.
jungwon’s tongue is just as warm as wherever he touches him. it’s just that this is entirely new, not just from jungwon. the younger laps at his hole with languid strokes before just barely pressing the tip of his tongue in.
jungwon smiles as sunghoon whines, jolting as he comes to rest a hand in his hair. he’s loose, as expected and the artificial strawberry taste has him reeling. sunghoon owns strawberry-flavored lube.
the elder can’t help the noises that escape him as jungwon begins tracing circles, shapes, and eventually words he can’t bring himself to understand, against his rim, all while stroking his cock. it’s pleasure from both ends and his eyes flutter shut at the sensations.
jungwon watches it all, happy to hear his hyung’s tiny moans and whimpers. he’s pressing back against his tongue now, chasing his own pleasure and jungwon is happy with that.
it also makes him terribly worked up, his cock tenting below him as he takes a break to bite sunghoon’s thigh. he lets out a keen, the flesh soft around his teeth and paired with the hand tightening in his hair, jungwon’s eyes roll. he dives right back in, feeling his hyung shake.
“won-ah, please,” sunghoon whines, unsure of what he’s begging for as he wraps his thighs around jungwon’s head, his toes curling. it’s good, is all he really registers. he wants more.
he gasps as jungwon slips his tongue into his hole again, no more than half an inch, but it’s enough for him. the hand around his cock takes on a tighter grip and a trickle of precum coats jungwon’s knuckles.
jungwon grabs the elders hip with his free hand, pulling him closer and sunghoon’s back arches, a jolt of pleasure surging through him at the sudden roughness.
he knows jungwon is strong, more so than before since he’s been going to the gym with riki, but experiencing that strength directly is something else entirely. he doesn’t think jungwon is stronger than him, but he’s definitely catching up and that’s what really gets him.
“please what hyung? use your words for me,” jungwon groans into the bone of sunghoon’s hip. his cock pressing into the sheets is making it harder to focus than he’d like to admit.
use your words for me. sunghoon’s head reels, it feels like his brain is being stuffed with cotton balls, unable to form proper thoughts due to jungwon’s actions.
he wants so many things. he wants jungwon to continue fucking him with his tongue. he wants jungwon to split him open on his cock (he knows the younger isn’t small, he’s seen him parading about the dorms with a half hard). he wants to split jungwon open, he would be so pretty. he wants this and that and it all spills out in a needy whine, pressing jungwon further against his hole.
the younger tsks, letting go of sunghoon’s cock and prying his legs away from his head with ease. he rises to his knees, uncaring if sunghoon can see how hard he is.
sunghoon makes a desperate noise from the back of his throat at the loss of stimulation, looking at jungwon with pleading eyes.
“words hyung,” he demands, his tone unlike anything sunghoon’s ever heard. it’s deep and little raw, like his throat is dry from working his hole for so long. it drives him up the wall.
“want you in me,” he whines, and it’s a little pathetic honestly- tears threatening to spill just from this, his entire body flushed pink. he’s begging for smaller, younger, jungwon, to fuck him.
jungwon has to bite his tongue to not ask why? he isn’t as tall or strong as the other members. he isn’t as loud or flirty as them either. even as leader he isn’t very domineering or commanding- he just does what he thinks is best for the team. there’s no logical reason for sunghoon to want this.
but he’s not sunghoon, he’s jungwon and jungwon isn’t always going to understand what goes on inside his member’s heads. also he definitely isn’t opposed to the idea. his hyung is gorgeous and here he is begging for him of all people.
he clears his throat before asking, “really?”
“yes,” sunghoon whimpers, clearly getting a little desperate.
[❦︎]
sunghoon ends up on his front with a pillow slid under his hips. his poor cock is stuck between his body and the bed, dripping onto the satin pillows. distantly, he feels bad for whichever housekeeper is going to have to change these sheets but it’s quickly replaced by want as jungwon gently grips his hips.
the younger kneads the skin there as he shuffles closer to sunghoon once more, making himself at home between his parted thighs. sunghoon sighs at the contact, his head lulling against the pillows. he feels like he’s in a dream, everything is fuzzy and warm and jungwon holds him like he’s precious.
he gasps when two spit-slicked fingers slip into his hole, prodding around before another slides in and sunghoon’s back arches, burying his face into the sheets as jungwon works him open. it’s not hard considering he was already loose and jungwon’s fingers cut through him like butter.
“won…i’m already-” he says, muffled by pillows, cut off by his own groan as the younger tugs his fingers out of him.
“i know hyung, i was just checking,” jungwon hums, his voice a little less raw and more soothing as he rubs his hand over sunghoon’s side.
he bites back a whine as he feels jungwon’s cock press between his cheeks, slick with spit. he takes a deep breath in to try and calm himself down, but it doesn’t really work when jungwon is running his nails across the backs of his thighs.
“i’m putting it in now,” he says and sunghoon gasps as the first couple of inches enter him. the stretch still burns even with how sloppy his hole feels and it’s almost enough to send him over the edge, grappling at the sheets and shoving them into his mouth.
jungwon groans, his hyung’s insides are hot and still impossibly tight around his cock and it takes every ounce of willpower he has to not ram into him. he watches light-headed as sunghoon drools into the sheets when he’s not even halfway in yet. he has to close his eyes to not cum then and there.
the sight of sunghoon drooling, the muscles in his back tensing and flexing as he writhes on every inch that jungwon rocks into him. the pinkness of his skin and the thin layer of sweat that made it seem like he was glowing- jungwon wouldn’t last.
against both their better judgment, however, jungwon manages to get fully seated in the elder. his hips pressing against his lower back, without either one of them cumming.
there’s nothing in the air but pants. slight shifts, and twists and soft groans but no words are spoken for a long time. even as jungwon fully drapes himself over sunghoon’s back and his cock pushes even deeper. even when sunghoon whimpers into the sheets, eyes brimming with tears.
“you’re so tight hyung. you feel so good,” jungwon whines, his voice still a little hoarse as he grips the elder’s hips.
“move…i can’t take it anymore,” sunghoon whines right back and jungwon doesn’t need to be told twice.
his swivels his hips a few times before pulling out about halfway and slamming right back in, sunghoon cries out.
“was that alright hyung?” he questions, and the elder mewls. a high pitched sound be would’ve never guessed sunghoon was capable of making.
“more, harder, please,” he cries and he sounds so close to sobs that jungwon can’t help but tug his bottom lip into his mouth, dig his fingers into sunghoon’s hips, and ram into him.
his thrusts are hurried and mean, holding the elder down and going as hard and deep as he can. if he were asked he would say it was for sunghoon but in reality he can’t control himself when he is so tight and warm and pliant. god was he pliant.
“oh…ah! fuck! jung-” sunghoon moans from underneath him, cut off by his own desperate whine. the younger is hitting his prostate nearly dead on with every thrust and it feels too good, squirming and trying to shut his legs because he can feel the pressure building in his stomach but he doesn’t want this to end just yet.
jungwon has none of it though, shoving his legs in between sunghoon’s and forcing them apart. and he’s too weak, muscles like jelly, to stop him. he succumbs to his fate, whimpering into the sheets and his cock gets slid between the satin pillowcase and his body, slick with his sweat and pre-cum.
with his hips widened, he swears he can feel jungwon in his belly with every thrust. it’s hot, everything burns red and sunghoon swears he’s going to melt. the younger jabs against his prostate and he feels him in his throat.
his yelp is muffled by a pillow but jungwon can feel the way he clenches down, the way he shakes- and he knows he’s done something right, something that makes his hyung feel good. so he rams into the same spot again and sunghoon shivers, more barely concealed noises escaping him.
sunghoon can’t think when jungwon keeps nailing his prostate with scary precision, hot white coursing through his veins. his thoughts are nothing but a buzz and even though he’s sure he’ll break, he can’t stop himself from saying, “please don’t stop.”
and jungwon doesn’t stop, he presses his lips to sunghoon’s shoulder and babbles- so slurred that it’s impossible to make out what he’s saying. his muscles burn with overexertion, the sound of skin on skin becoming louder and louder- but he doesn’t stop.
“hyung i’m so close. can i?” jungwon whines and sunghoon hears it loud and clear, mixed in with the younger’s fuck’s and so good’s.
“can you what?” he questions, looking back and jungwon looks just as wrecked as he feels. his hair is plastered over his forehead with sweat, red tinting his cheeks, and his lips bitten raw.
“finish in you, please hyung.”
his eyes are sparkling, like he needs this, and sunghoon is a feeble, feeble man.
“fuck- go ahead won,” he groans, pressing his face back against the pillows- he doesn’t see the wolfish grin spread across jungwon’s face.
the rest of his thrusts are hurried and uncoordinated, desperate and rough and so fucking deep. sunghoon feels his cock throb, rutting against the pillow underneath him.
it doesn’t take much longer for him to spill into sunghoon, a drawn out groan leaving him as he buries his face in the elder’s shoulder, riding out his high.
sunghoon cries when he reaches around to jerk him off, his soft hand wrapping around his wet cock and he hears jungwon gasp but he can’t find himself to care.
it only takes around two strokes for him to cum into jungwon’s palm, aided by the fact that he’s buried himself against sunghoon’s prostate. his body convulses and white is all he can see for what feels like an eternity.
jungwon smiles at the noise he lets out, high-pitched and a little embarrassing. when sunghoon starts crying from overstimulation he pulls his hand away and reluctantly pulls out, his cum leaking out of his hole and he shudders.
“i’m gonna get something to clean you up hyung,” jungwon winces once he gains some clarity and realizes the state sunghoon is in. there are bruises dug into his hips and thighs from where he gripped too hard. tears are streaking down his face, cum sticking to his hole and thighs- he went too far and guilt washes over him.
sunghoon just nods, way too spent to do much else and jungwon hobbles to the bathroom on shaky legs.
[❦︎]
“i’m sorry,” he mutters once he’s done cleaning between the elder’s legs. he’s on his back now and he looks at jungwon like he said something heinous.
“what for? that was good won-ah, was it not good for you?”
jungwon gnaws on his lip for a long time, his fingers gently grazing the bruises left by him. he feels awful.
“it was good. too good. i couldn’t control myself. you just asked for a handjob and i went way further than that and i hurt you,” he sighs, voice strained
sunghoon tugs his boxers back on and sits up next to the younger- he does wince a little and jungwon’s grip did hurt but he had no problem with that.
“hey, i asked for it. you did hurt me but i liked it. the bruises will fade by morning and i’ll be walking right in a couple days,” he smiles , his eyes crinkling and fangs on display so jungwon knows he means it.
he nods, still a little guilt-ridden, “if you’re sure…”
“i am, don’t worry about it.”
jungwon watches sunghoon tug his shirt back over his head, pull his pants over his legs- and it isn’t until he’s halfway to the door does he let out a, “huh?”
sunghoon looks back at jungwon, disheveled and small in the vastness of the white sheets and heaps of pillows, “hmm?”
his eyebrows furrow and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before looking sunghoon right in his eyes.
“you don’t have to go.”
“oh.”
sunghoon kicks the slides off his feet and lays next to jungwon.
it’s quiet, the curtains are flowing in the wind and they lay side by side. their ankles are touching, sunghoon’s shirt is inside out and jungwon is cold.
“thanks, won-ah.”
“any time hyung.”