i'll show you unsexy
i'll show you unsexy
woobin/jongsuk, nc-17, porn
gratuitous pwp, idek what fandom this is lmao. as always bc of potaoto.
The afterparty for School 2013 is over, Woobin is very slightly tipsy and Jongsuk is horny, because Woobin is in a suit, so the minute the door clicks close Jongsuk wastes no time in leaning in and catching Woobin’s lips in a kiss. Woobin laughs against Jongsuk's mouth as Jongsuk snorts a little, hooking his index fingers through Jongsuk’s belt loops and pulling him in. Woobin gives him a short kiss, chaste and slow, then pulls back to look at Jongsuk. Jongsuk gives him his best derp face, the one that the he makes when the director tells Namsoon to sass Teacher Kang. Except he probably shouldn’t be thinking of school and teachers, now that Woobin’s attractive, slacks-clothed, but nonetheless obvious boner is full against his. Woobin laughs.
“That’s really attractive,” Woobin says, backing Jongsuk up against the wall and slipping the buttons of his shirt through. Jongsuk rounds his hands round Woobin’s butt and squeezes a little, smirking at him, because Woobin has the best butt Jongsuk’s ever touched. Well, not that he’s touched many, but he’s sure Woobin wins first prize for butts.
“Right?” Jongsuk says, leaning in to kiss Woobin once whimsically. “You’re lucky.”
Woobin snorts and slips a hand round the base of his head to kiss Jongsuk again, pressing their foreheads together as he looks Jongsuk in the eye. “You are such an airhead.”
“I think you mean big-headed,” Jongsuk mumbles through the kiss, Woobin melting all of his words on his tongue. “But I’m not big-headed, anyway.”
“Pretty sure I mean airhead,” Woobin smiles, and undoes Jongsuk’s belt and pants so they fall pooled at his feet, and traces the bulge of Jongsuk’s erection in his underwear with his fingers. It tickles, but Jongsuk is more than happy at the contact, and lets Woobin kiss him till they’re both breathless and Jongsuk is pressing his crotch into Woobin’s inattentive hands and Woobin’s breath is unfurling against his.
“Hey,” Jongsuk says, panting and laughing, admiring the glint of Woobin’s canines in their living room light. “You should suck my dick.”
Woobin snorts a bit of snot on his nose, but even then Jongsuk doesn’t want to move away. Woobin pulls away, though, and regards Jongsuk with an amused expression, like Jongsuk’s just said the most ridiculous thing ever.
“What?” Jongsuk gives him an innocent look, because he hasn’t said anything wrong - Woobin should suck his dick. “You should.”
Woobin laughs and looks away for a bit before gripping Jongsuk’s shoulders from a distance. “Nah, I think I’ll pass,” Woobin says, and Jongsuk is mildly outraged and affronted, because what was so wrong about sucking his dick? But before he can voice this Woobin is tugging him towards their bedroom and okay, nobody saw Jongsuk trip a little over his pants pooled at his ankles.
Jongsuk jumps onto the bed when they reach the bedroom and stares in what he hopes is an inviting manner at Woobin, who just laughs and kneels over Jongsuk’s thighs, angling Jongsuk’s head up so he can kiss him slowly, gently taking Jongsuk’s lip between his, sucking a little with every kiss. It’s breathtaking, really, and Jongsuk has trouble propping himself up straight so Woobin, a little above him, can continue, till he pulls back to catch his laboured breath.
“You are so bad at physical activity,” Woobin tells him, pushing him downwards so he’s flat on his back, and climbs off to slide Jongsuk’s underwear off. Jongsuk’s lower half is stark naked now, and he is so hard. He gives Woobin a cross between his miffed, pouty expression and the one he uses on cameras during photoshoots, which just makes Woobin burst into laughter, softening and brightening his entire face. Sometimes Jongsuk just wants to watch Woobin laugh and laugh along because Woobin looks so perfect when he laughs, but this is not the time. He wants Woobin to fuck him. So he frowns at Woobin.
Woobin laughs for a while more and crawls back on top of Jongsuk, still laughing, and leans down so their foreheads are touching, staring at Jongsuk. He’s not doing anything else, just staring at him with a beautiful smile, but Jongsuk is also really hard and Woobin clearly is, too, though he’s fully clothed. Damn this guy and his control.
“STOP SMILING AT ME,” Jongsuk says indignantly after the smile starts to look less beautiful and more like Woobin is laughing at him. He wants to punch him.
Woobin laughs again, propping himself up on his elbows next to Jongsuk’s head, “Sometimes you are just really unsexy,” he informs Jongsuk, which makes him rather affronted indeed. He makes a stank face at Woobin.
“See what I mean,” Woobin laughs, his entire body shaking with his mirth. Jongsuk would knee him in the groin if Woobin wasn’t totally on top of him and restricting his movement.
“FINE,” Jongsuk tells him, and tries pushing Woobin off him, “GO AWAY, I’ll jerk myself off, and you’ll have no one to fuck.”
Woobin laughs as Jongsuk struggles to move under him - ugh, why is Jongsuk getting punished for all that late night pizza Woobin’s been eating?
“You are s-” so fat is what he’d wanted to say, but Woobin leans close and Jongsuk shuts up, because Woobin is slipping that hot warm tongue into his mouth and it usually means business. He really, really can’t help the little whine, or growl, really, that escapes his throat when Woobin pulls away.
“Take your shirt off,” Woobin says as he gets off Jongsuk to pull his pants off. Jongsuk complies as he enjoys the sight: Woobin still has his sweater over his dress shirt on, just the way Jongsuk likes it sometimes, his dick flush and naked, and Jongsuk grins and waits for Woobin to climb over him again, the contact of their cocks warm. He slips a hand down to smear the precome on his dick, rubbing their dicks together slowly.
“Mmmm,” Woobin says between kisses. “Rough.”
Jongsuk rolls his eyes and flings a hand out to scrabble in the bedside table for lube and reaches his right arm over Woobin to coat his hand with the gel. Woobin takes to kissing Jongsuk’s neck, nipping at it and Jongsuk swears under his breath. Taking their cocks in his hand again is much smoother and more comfortable now, so he keeps at that, savouring Woobin’s teeth and tongue on his skin.
When it’s clear, though, that Woobin has a mind to take this real slow, Jongsuk gets impatient, as he is wont to do whenever things get hot and heavy, and struggles to move his legs out from underneath Woobin to hook them round Woobin’s knees. Woobin pulls away and gives him a judging face (stupid asshole), and Jongsuk takes the opportunity to roll them over so he’s sitting on Woobin’s thighs, now.
He gives Woobin a superior smirk. “You can’t get at me now,” he says while spreading more lube on his hand, though Woobin just raises an eyebrow and holds his waist to pull him nearer, within kissing distance.
“Yeah?” Woobin says, and kisses him so searingly Jongsuk is reeling and it takes a bit before he realises Woobin’s hands are on his hands and he’s got his thumb smoothing over his entrance, pressing against it, sending electricity through Jongsuk’s nerves. Jongsuk almost chokes into the kiss and pulls away enough to splutter, “fuck you,” at Woobin.
“Sounds good,” Woobin grins, and reaches for the lube, coating his fingers with it. Jongsuk watches him, decides that he could get finger-fucked by Woobin today, he supposes, and reluctantly fits their mouths together again when Woobin chucks the lube back on the bed and turns back to him. The kiss is a lot of warm tongue and teeth as Woobin slowly presses his finger into Jongsuk, kissing the choke of initial discomfort away. Woobin waits with his finger in Jongsuk, gently kissing him, so slow and soft Jongsuk feels a chill run down his spine, till Jongsuk mumbles an okay into Woobin’s mouth, hauling himself up a little to look Woobin in the eye. Sometimes Jongsuk likes it when he’s on top, looking down at Woobin like this - Woobin’s fond smile is almost crushingly handsome, and even more so because it’s for Jongsuk, because of Jongsuk. Woobin reaches up to card his fingers through Jongsuk’s hair, his eyes lazy.
“Okay?” Woobin asks, easing his finger out of Jongsuk. Jongsuk nods and smiles, kissing the tip of Woobin’s nose.
Woobin’s hand on Jongsuk gently pressures him close enough to kiss, the ghosting of Woobin’s lips on his sending blood right to Jongsuk’s cock, and he just wants Woobin to hurry. It’s probably testament to how well Woobin knows him; how long they’ve been doing this, that Woobin eases two fingers inside him right then, rubbing soothingly near the edge of his entrance so it hurts less, and Jongsuk breathes heavily into Woobin’s ear, relishing the way Woobin shies away a teeny bit because it tickles. Woobin’s fingers are moving incredibly slowly in and out of him, eased by the lube that Woobin takes care to continuously apply on his fingers around Jongsuk, and it feels good, being fucked by Woobin like that, a full, warm weight coiling in his stomach. Woobin slips his other hand between them to hold their cocks together, stroking Jongsuk’s dick with his thumb slowly.
It’s stimulating, having Woobin inside and around him at the same time, but Jongsuk’s knees and thighs are getting stiff kneeling over Woobin like that, so when Woobin slides his fingers out of Jongsuk he takes the chance to fall onto Woobin’s shoulder sideways, his cheek flush against Woobin’s shoulder. Woobin laughs and looks over at him, to which Jongsuk just hits him in the stomach.
“You haven’t been hitting the gym either,” Jongsuk points out, and squeezes Woobin’s dick just because, taking great delight in the way Woobin’s eyes harden as he does so, then narrow into a you’re-going-to-get-it kind of way Jongsuk is familiar with.
“You haven’t been hitting the gym ever,” Woobin tells him, and turns to bring a leg up between Jongsuk’s knees and kiss him fiercely. Jongsuk grins so Woobin kisses his teeth instead, but it turns into a bit of a gasp when Woobin takes his cock in his palm again, thumbing the slit as he takes Jongsuk’s tongue between his lips. Woobin is slow but measured and he knows exactly how Jongsuk likes it, so Jongsuk gives up and lets him have at him, rolling a little onto his back as Woobin moves to kiss down his neck, swipe his tongue over his collarbones. The coil in his stomach tightens as Woobin makes a ring with his index and thumb finger to slide, with just the right amount of pressure, up and down Jongsuk’s cock, and looks up to grin at Jongsuk when he moans, bucking his hip upwards shamelessly into Woobin’s hand.
“You are the worst,” Jongsuk tells him, trying not to clamp his teeth down on his lip when Woobin caresses his balls.
“Yet your favourite thing in the world is fucking me,” Woobin says, and twists his hand wrapped around Jongsuk’s dick downwards. Jongsuk sees stars, barely managing to choke out, “no it’s - not -”
“You said this yesterday, I believe,” Woobin says, grinning that stupid smile at him. Jongsuk wants to growl at him and protest because no way in hell would he ever say such a thing, but Woobin trailing his finger down the underside of his cock and when he wraps his fingers around Jongsuk’s cock and does that twisting motion again, sucking so hard on Jongsuk’s throat that he’s sure it’ll bruise tomorrow, Jongsuk’s tipping over the edge and he sees white over black when he comes, eyes closed and panting, stutteringly into Woobin’s hand. Woobin grins and smears the come on Jongsuk’s own tummy, probably because he loves teasing Jongsuk about being a teeny bit of a cleanliness freak, but Jongsuk is too busy riding the end of his orgasm to care. Woobin rolls back onto his side, propping his head up on his arm, watching Jongsuk with an amused smile.
When Jongsuk finally catches his breath and glances at Woobin, he’s rather pleased to note the fond smile on Woobin’s face, and tips his head back to reach Woobin’s lips in a kiss, short and playful. Woobin’s preoccupancy in chasing his mouth gets Jongsuk a chance to hook his leg round Woobin’s waist and roll them over so he’s half sprawled over Woobin, lips on his cheek. Woobin looks up at him, apparently deadpan, but Jongsuk knows better.
“Say you want me to suck you off,” Jongsuk says, grinning at him. Woobin frowns and gives him a strange look.
“I want you to suck me off.” Woobin says, but there’s no bite in it. It’s more monotonous than when Jongsuk makes him read scripts with him. Jongsuk scrunches the corner of his mouth up.
“Please,” Jongsuk prompts.
“Please.” The effect isn’t there at all, but Woobin rarely ever says please to Jongsuk, so he’ll take what he can get. Giving Woobin his favourite stank face again, he moves to settle in between Woobin’s legs, smoothing a thumb along his length. Woobin gives him a tight-lipped smile, which is thirstier this time, so Jongsuk grins and takes Woobin into his mouth. Woobin’s pretty hard by now, and as Jongsuk wiggles his tongue against the bottom of Woobin’s cock playfully Woobin makes a moan and threads his fingers through Jongsuk’s hair, egging Jongsuk on. Jongsuk laughs through a mouthful of Woobin and forms an ‘O’ with his mouth to blow bubbles along the length of Woobin’s cock, sucking and applying pressure with his lips then releasing them with light ‘pop’s. Woobin clenches so he tugs on Jongsuk’s hair, but it’s not too bad. Jongsuk sucks as hard as he can on the tip of Woobin’s cock, then releases it and looks up at Woobin. He’s already fisting the sheets.
“Do that again,” Woobin mumbles, head thrown back against their pillows. Jongsuk kind of wants to lick the bead of sweat running down his neck, just beside his Adam’s apple.
“No,” he tells Woobin just for spite, but holds Woobin’s cock a little higher so he can bury his head between Woobin’s legs to lick his balls, sucking on them gently before licking a stripe up the underside of Woobin’s cock. Woobin is pretty close, he can tell, which makes Jongsuk rather smug. Woobin just whines a little at the back of his throat, a deep, hungry sound that sends electricity through Jongsuk’s spine.
He takes Woobin in his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks out like he knows how Woobin likes it, and hums a little, feeling the tip of Woobin’s cock tickle the start of his throat. He reaches a hand up to fondle Woobin’s balls as he sucks hard, blowing a little, and when he flicks the tip of his cock with his tongue as he presses hard enough on Woobin’s thigh to bruise, Woobin comes undone over his lips and chin cursing Jongsuk under his breath. Jongsuk peeks his tongue out to taste Woobin - pretty good.
When he flops onto the bed next to Woobin, stretching himself out so he takes up most of the space, heaving his calf over Woobin’s legs, Woobin grunts and pushes at Jongsuk, but he doesn’t make too much of an effort to move away. Jongsuk absently registers that Woobin’s sweater and dress shirt, pushed up to half his torso, are kind of completely ruined. Oops.
“Your sweater is a goner,” he says, as Woobin rolls onto his side so Jongsuk’s leg slides off and he can pillow his leg on Jongsuk’s instead.
“I know,” Woobin says into the pillow, “you owe me one.”
“Mmmm,” Jongsuk hums happily, still basking in that floaty post-sex feeling.
“You are also in charge of cleaning up,” Woobin informs him, but Jongsuk ignores him. He’s not going to fall for his tricks again this time - the last time, or yesterday, really, Jongsuk had put Woobin in charge of cleaning up, but Woobin had just laid in bed muttering that he’d do it later for so long that Jongsuk had gotten fed up of the stickiness and stomped off to grab the wet tissues. He’s going to stick it out.
“No.” Jongsuk says with more firmness than he feels.
Woobin laughs and moves his head to glance at Jongsuk. “How about we compromise and go for a shower later?”
Jongsuk has to admit that that sounds pretty good, so he agrees with a great air of being accommodating and leans over to kiss Woobin’s laugh.
woobin/jongsuk, nc-17, porn
gratuitous pwp, idek what fandom this is lmao. as always bc of potaoto.
The afterparty for School 2013 is over, Woobin is very slightly tipsy and Jongsuk is horny, because Woobin is in a suit, so the minute the door clicks close Jongsuk wastes no time in leaning in and catching Woobin’s lips in a kiss. Woobin laughs against Jongsuk's mouth as Jongsuk snorts a little, hooking his index fingers through Jongsuk’s belt loops and pulling him in. Woobin gives him a short kiss, chaste and slow, then pulls back to look at Jongsuk. Jongsuk gives him his best derp face, the one that the he makes when the director tells Namsoon to sass Teacher Kang. Except he probably shouldn’t be thinking of school and teachers, now that Woobin’s attractive, slacks-clothed, but nonetheless obvious boner is full against his. Woobin laughs.
“That’s really attractive,” Woobin says, backing Jongsuk up against the wall and slipping the buttons of his shirt through. Jongsuk rounds his hands round Woobin’s butt and squeezes a little, smirking at him, because Woobin has the best butt Jongsuk’s ever touched. Well, not that he’s touched many, but he’s sure Woobin wins first prize for butts.
“Right?” Jongsuk says, leaning in to kiss Woobin once whimsically. “You’re lucky.”
Woobin snorts and slips a hand round the base of his head to kiss Jongsuk again, pressing their foreheads together as he looks Jongsuk in the eye. “You are such an airhead.”
“I think you mean big-headed,” Jongsuk mumbles through the kiss, Woobin melting all of his words on his tongue. “But I’m not big-headed, anyway.”
“Pretty sure I mean airhead,” Woobin smiles, and undoes Jongsuk’s belt and pants so they fall pooled at his feet, and traces the bulge of Jongsuk’s erection in his underwear with his fingers. It tickles, but Jongsuk is more than happy at the contact, and lets Woobin kiss him till they’re both breathless and Jongsuk is pressing his crotch into Woobin’s inattentive hands and Woobin’s breath is unfurling against his.
“Hey,” Jongsuk says, panting and laughing, admiring the glint of Woobin’s canines in their living room light. “You should suck my dick.”
Woobin snorts a bit of snot on his nose, but even then Jongsuk doesn’t want to move away. Woobin pulls away, though, and regards Jongsuk with an amused expression, like Jongsuk’s just said the most ridiculous thing ever.
“What?” Jongsuk gives him an innocent look, because he hasn’t said anything wrong - Woobin should suck his dick. “You should.”
Woobin laughs and looks away for a bit before gripping Jongsuk’s shoulders from a distance. “Nah, I think I’ll pass,” Woobin says, and Jongsuk is mildly outraged and affronted, because what was so wrong about sucking his dick? But before he can voice this Woobin is tugging him towards their bedroom and okay, nobody saw Jongsuk trip a little over his pants pooled at his ankles.
Jongsuk jumps onto the bed when they reach the bedroom and stares in what he hopes is an inviting manner at Woobin, who just laughs and kneels over Jongsuk’s thighs, angling Jongsuk’s head up so he can kiss him slowly, gently taking Jongsuk’s lip between his, sucking a little with every kiss. It’s breathtaking, really, and Jongsuk has trouble propping himself up straight so Woobin, a little above him, can continue, till he pulls back to catch his laboured breath.
“You are so bad at physical activity,” Woobin tells him, pushing him downwards so he’s flat on his back, and climbs off to slide Jongsuk’s underwear off. Jongsuk’s lower half is stark naked now, and he is so hard. He gives Woobin a cross between his miffed, pouty expression and the one he uses on cameras during photoshoots, which just makes Woobin burst into laughter, softening and brightening his entire face. Sometimes Jongsuk just wants to watch Woobin laugh and laugh along because Woobin looks so perfect when he laughs, but this is not the time. He wants Woobin to fuck him. So he frowns at Woobin.
Woobin laughs for a while more and crawls back on top of Jongsuk, still laughing, and leans down so their foreheads are touching, staring at Jongsuk. He’s not doing anything else, just staring at him with a beautiful smile, but Jongsuk is also really hard and Woobin clearly is, too, though he’s fully clothed. Damn this guy and his control.
“STOP SMILING AT ME,” Jongsuk says indignantly after the smile starts to look less beautiful and more like Woobin is laughing at him. He wants to punch him.
Woobin laughs again, propping himself up on his elbows next to Jongsuk’s head, “Sometimes you are just really unsexy,” he informs Jongsuk, which makes him rather affronted indeed. He makes a stank face at Woobin.
“See what I mean,” Woobin laughs, his entire body shaking with his mirth. Jongsuk would knee him in the groin if Woobin wasn’t totally on top of him and restricting his movement.
“FINE,” Jongsuk tells him, and tries pushing Woobin off him, “GO AWAY, I’ll jerk myself off, and you’ll have no one to fuck.”
Woobin laughs as Jongsuk struggles to move under him - ugh, why is Jongsuk getting punished for all that late night pizza Woobin’s been eating?
“You are s-” so fat is what he’d wanted to say, but Woobin leans close and Jongsuk shuts up, because Woobin is slipping that hot warm tongue into his mouth and it usually means business. He really, really can’t help the little whine, or growl, really, that escapes his throat when Woobin pulls away.
“Take your shirt off,” Woobin says as he gets off Jongsuk to pull his pants off. Jongsuk complies as he enjoys the sight: Woobin still has his sweater over his dress shirt on, just the way Jongsuk likes it sometimes, his dick flush and naked, and Jongsuk grins and waits for Woobin to climb over him again, the contact of their cocks warm. He slips a hand down to smear the precome on his dick, rubbing their dicks together slowly.
“Mmmm,” Woobin says between kisses. “Rough.”
Jongsuk rolls his eyes and flings a hand out to scrabble in the bedside table for lube and reaches his right arm over Woobin to coat his hand with the gel. Woobin takes to kissing Jongsuk’s neck, nipping at it and Jongsuk swears under his breath. Taking their cocks in his hand again is much smoother and more comfortable now, so he keeps at that, savouring Woobin’s teeth and tongue on his skin.
When it’s clear, though, that Woobin has a mind to take this real slow, Jongsuk gets impatient, as he is wont to do whenever things get hot and heavy, and struggles to move his legs out from underneath Woobin to hook them round Woobin’s knees. Woobin pulls away and gives him a judging face (stupid asshole), and Jongsuk takes the opportunity to roll them over so he’s sitting on Woobin’s thighs, now.
He gives Woobin a superior smirk. “You can’t get at me now,” he says while spreading more lube on his hand, though Woobin just raises an eyebrow and holds his waist to pull him nearer, within kissing distance.
“Yeah?” Woobin says, and kisses him so searingly Jongsuk is reeling and it takes a bit before he realises Woobin’s hands are on his hands and he’s got his thumb smoothing over his entrance, pressing against it, sending electricity through Jongsuk’s nerves. Jongsuk almost chokes into the kiss and pulls away enough to splutter, “fuck you,” at Woobin.
“Sounds good,” Woobin grins, and reaches for the lube, coating his fingers with it. Jongsuk watches him, decides that he could get finger-fucked by Woobin today, he supposes, and reluctantly fits their mouths together again when Woobin chucks the lube back on the bed and turns back to him. The kiss is a lot of warm tongue and teeth as Woobin slowly presses his finger into Jongsuk, kissing the choke of initial discomfort away. Woobin waits with his finger in Jongsuk, gently kissing him, so slow and soft Jongsuk feels a chill run down his spine, till Jongsuk mumbles an okay into Woobin’s mouth, hauling himself up a little to look Woobin in the eye. Sometimes Jongsuk likes it when he’s on top, looking down at Woobin like this - Woobin’s fond smile is almost crushingly handsome, and even more so because it’s for Jongsuk, because of Jongsuk. Woobin reaches up to card his fingers through Jongsuk’s hair, his eyes lazy.
“Okay?” Woobin asks, easing his finger out of Jongsuk. Jongsuk nods and smiles, kissing the tip of Woobin’s nose.
Woobin’s hand on Jongsuk gently pressures him close enough to kiss, the ghosting of Woobin’s lips on his sending blood right to Jongsuk’s cock, and he just wants Woobin to hurry. It’s probably testament to how well Woobin knows him; how long they’ve been doing this, that Woobin eases two fingers inside him right then, rubbing soothingly near the edge of his entrance so it hurts less, and Jongsuk breathes heavily into Woobin’s ear, relishing the way Woobin shies away a teeny bit because it tickles. Woobin’s fingers are moving incredibly slowly in and out of him, eased by the lube that Woobin takes care to continuously apply on his fingers around Jongsuk, and it feels good, being fucked by Woobin like that, a full, warm weight coiling in his stomach. Woobin slips his other hand between them to hold their cocks together, stroking Jongsuk’s dick with his thumb slowly.
It’s stimulating, having Woobin inside and around him at the same time, but Jongsuk’s knees and thighs are getting stiff kneeling over Woobin like that, so when Woobin slides his fingers out of Jongsuk he takes the chance to fall onto Woobin’s shoulder sideways, his cheek flush against Woobin’s shoulder. Woobin laughs and looks over at him, to which Jongsuk just hits him in the stomach.
“You haven’t been hitting the gym either,” Jongsuk points out, and squeezes Woobin’s dick just because, taking great delight in the way Woobin’s eyes harden as he does so, then narrow into a you’re-going-to-get-it kind of way Jongsuk is familiar with.
“You haven’t been hitting the gym ever,” Woobin tells him, and turns to bring a leg up between Jongsuk’s knees and kiss him fiercely. Jongsuk grins so Woobin kisses his teeth instead, but it turns into a bit of a gasp when Woobin takes his cock in his palm again, thumbing the slit as he takes Jongsuk’s tongue between his lips. Woobin is slow but measured and he knows exactly how Jongsuk likes it, so Jongsuk gives up and lets him have at him, rolling a little onto his back as Woobin moves to kiss down his neck, swipe his tongue over his collarbones. The coil in his stomach tightens as Woobin makes a ring with his index and thumb finger to slide, with just the right amount of pressure, up and down Jongsuk’s cock, and looks up to grin at Jongsuk when he moans, bucking his hip upwards shamelessly into Woobin’s hand.
“You are the worst,” Jongsuk tells him, trying not to clamp his teeth down on his lip when Woobin caresses his balls.
“Yet your favourite thing in the world is fucking me,” Woobin says, and twists his hand wrapped around Jongsuk’s dick downwards. Jongsuk sees stars, barely managing to choke out, “no it’s - not -”
“You said this yesterday, I believe,” Woobin says, grinning that stupid smile at him. Jongsuk wants to growl at him and protest because no way in hell would he ever say such a thing, but Woobin trailing his finger down the underside of his cock and when he wraps his fingers around Jongsuk’s cock and does that twisting motion again, sucking so hard on Jongsuk’s throat that he’s sure it’ll bruise tomorrow, Jongsuk’s tipping over the edge and he sees white over black when he comes, eyes closed and panting, stutteringly into Woobin’s hand. Woobin grins and smears the come on Jongsuk’s own tummy, probably because he loves teasing Jongsuk about being a teeny bit of a cleanliness freak, but Jongsuk is too busy riding the end of his orgasm to care. Woobin rolls back onto his side, propping his head up on his arm, watching Jongsuk with an amused smile.
When Jongsuk finally catches his breath and glances at Woobin, he’s rather pleased to note the fond smile on Woobin’s face, and tips his head back to reach Woobin’s lips in a kiss, short and playful. Woobin’s preoccupancy in chasing his mouth gets Jongsuk a chance to hook his leg round Woobin’s waist and roll them over so he’s half sprawled over Woobin, lips on his cheek. Woobin looks up at him, apparently deadpan, but Jongsuk knows better.
“Say you want me to suck you off,” Jongsuk says, grinning at him. Woobin frowns and gives him a strange look.
“I want you to suck me off.” Woobin says, but there’s no bite in it. It’s more monotonous than when Jongsuk makes him read scripts with him. Jongsuk scrunches the corner of his mouth up.
“Please,” Jongsuk prompts.
“Please.” The effect isn’t there at all, but Woobin rarely ever says please to Jongsuk, so he’ll take what he can get. Giving Woobin his favourite stank face again, he moves to settle in between Woobin’s legs, smoothing a thumb along his length. Woobin gives him a tight-lipped smile, which is thirstier this time, so Jongsuk grins and takes Woobin into his mouth. Woobin’s pretty hard by now, and as Jongsuk wiggles his tongue against the bottom of Woobin’s cock playfully Woobin makes a moan and threads his fingers through Jongsuk’s hair, egging Jongsuk on. Jongsuk laughs through a mouthful of Woobin and forms an ‘O’ with his mouth to blow bubbles along the length of Woobin’s cock, sucking and applying pressure with his lips then releasing them with light ‘pop’s. Woobin clenches so he tugs on Jongsuk’s hair, but it’s not too bad. Jongsuk sucks as hard as he can on the tip of Woobin’s cock, then releases it and looks up at Woobin. He’s already fisting the sheets.
“Do that again,” Woobin mumbles, head thrown back against their pillows. Jongsuk kind of wants to lick the bead of sweat running down his neck, just beside his Adam’s apple.
“No,” he tells Woobin just for spite, but holds Woobin’s cock a little higher so he can bury his head between Woobin’s legs to lick his balls, sucking on them gently before licking a stripe up the underside of Woobin’s cock. Woobin is pretty close, he can tell, which makes Jongsuk rather smug. Woobin just whines a little at the back of his throat, a deep, hungry sound that sends electricity through Jongsuk’s spine.
He takes Woobin in his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks out like he knows how Woobin likes it, and hums a little, feeling the tip of Woobin’s cock tickle the start of his throat. He reaches a hand up to fondle Woobin’s balls as he sucks hard, blowing a little, and when he flicks the tip of his cock with his tongue as he presses hard enough on Woobin’s thigh to bruise, Woobin comes undone over his lips and chin cursing Jongsuk under his breath. Jongsuk peeks his tongue out to taste Woobin - pretty good.
When he flops onto the bed next to Woobin, stretching himself out so he takes up most of the space, heaving his calf over Woobin’s legs, Woobin grunts and pushes at Jongsuk, but he doesn’t make too much of an effort to move away. Jongsuk absently registers that Woobin’s sweater and dress shirt, pushed up to half his torso, are kind of completely ruined. Oops.
“Your sweater is a goner,” he says, as Woobin rolls onto his side so Jongsuk’s leg slides off and he can pillow his leg on Jongsuk’s instead.
“I know,” Woobin says into the pillow, “you owe me one.”
“Mmmm,” Jongsuk hums happily, still basking in that floaty post-sex feeling.
“You are also in charge of cleaning up,” Woobin informs him, but Jongsuk ignores him. He’s not going to fall for his tricks again this time - the last time, or yesterday, really, Jongsuk had put Woobin in charge of cleaning up, but Woobin had just laid in bed muttering that he’d do it later for so long that Jongsuk had gotten fed up of the stickiness and stomped off to grab the wet tissues. He’s going to stick it out.
“No.” Jongsuk says with more firmness than he feels.
Woobin laughs and moves his head to glance at Jongsuk. “How about we compromise and go for a shower later?”
Jongsuk has to admit that that sounds pretty good, so he agrees with a great air of being accommodating and leans over to kiss Woobin’s laugh.