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"I’m just saying, I know you’re not a blushing virgin or anything, but this is still your first time–"
Jooyeon gasps. "I didn’t realize you were planning on stealing my purity, Jiseokie…"
Jiseok sighs and closes his eyes even though he's just staring at the ceiling, resisting the urge to turn to look at Jooyeon's face. He's trying to be serious about this.
That’s incredibly out of place for them, which is probably obvious. He doesn't even know how to begin given the way they got here. They’ve been officially dating for nearly a month now since finally properly confessing after far too much pining and unnecessary drama, but it feels like nothing’s changed.
They’re still best friends, just like they’ve always been. They’re still in love, just like they’ve always been. They still know way too much about each other to be afraid of sharing anything. But there’s been a new layer of tentative shyness added to the equation as they navigate being allowed to touch and look at each other in a way that felt like a far-fetched possibility for years.
They've kissed, a lot, in way too many public places, but Jiseok has always stopped things before things got any farther. Their first time together would be special regardless, but he wanted it to be a little more deliberate after stumbling their way into a relationship.
Today was finally the day. It started off with the slightly awkward process of undressing, giggles at the pomp and deliberation they usually didn't bother with turning into quiet appreciation as they finally just took the time to take in the other stripped bare.
It was electrifying, just looking turning into the ghosts of touching and increasingly less innocent kisses, all overlaid with the heavy tension of anticipation. Just as they had been getting somewhere, Jiseok had stopped them yet again, flushed and panting and the entire speech he prepared nearly forgotten.
So here they are, laying side by side so that he can't see Jooyeon's... everything and get distracted again, though even that isn't working, apparently. Still, he tries to wrangle them back on track.
"Anyway, considering I kinda have a lot of experience as well–," Now it's Jooyeon's turn to sigh and Jiseok can't help but steal a glance, lips quirking up at the exaggerated pout on his face. "Wait, are you actually jealous?"
Jooyeon raises his eyebrows, and they probably look a bit dumb just laying here naked with no covers over them but whatever, it's just them. "Uh, yeah? I always have been? I really tried to be happy for you, but why do you think I would get pissy when someone would bring up one of your hookups?"
Jiseok smiles nervously. "To be honest, I really just thought you were straight and didn't want to hear about it..."
That just makes Jooyeon stare at him even more incredulously, giving up the pretense and fully shifting to face him. "How? I've literally been telling you I was in love with you since we were ten?"
Jiseok winces. "Platonically?"
"And that time you slept over and I tried to kiss you?"
"I thought it was all a big inside joke we had. I mean, you were always trying to kiss me..."
Jooyeon stares at him, completely unamused, and Jiseok throws up his hands. "Okay, okay, I know, I was an oblivious idiot. But we're here now, aren't we? And like I was saying, I don't want you to feel pressure or anything. I don't have any expectations, it'll be good even if you feel like you don't know what to do, okay?"
"So you think I'm going to be terrible and last five seconds, huh?"
"No, I just think that practice makes perfect and there's always a possibility it won't be perfect."
Jooyeon pushes himself up on his elbow and looks over at Jiseok. "Well, I think I'm gonna be the best you've ever had.”
Jiseok grins to himself, thankful his absolutely sappy expression isn't visible like this. Because, yeah, it will be, no matter how bad it might be, because he's embarrassingly in love with this wonderful idiot.
"Okay, okay, baby, I'm sure you will be," he says, wrangling his smile back under control. "So... I'm ready, whenever you want to stick it in..."
"Stick it in?" Jooyeon cries, incredibly affronted. "Jiseokie, we really need to work on your sense of romance."
He rolls over on top of him, his long hair falling over the both of them like a curtain, taking up all of his vision so Jiseok has nowhere to avoid the eyes boring into him, roving over his features like he hasn't seen them a million times before in every possible situation.
"No, I'm gonna make love to you," he croons, and Jiseok slaps his hands over his face, trying not to let the words send shivers through his whole body. Jooyeon tugs at his fingers but Jiseok stubbornly tries to keep them over his eyes.
Jooyeon barely holds back a cackle as he finally pulls Jiseok's hands away from his reddening face. "Are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed of me?"
"Just... stop looking at me like that!" he whines.
Infuriatingly, Jooyeon is openly laughing at him now. "What, you want me to look at you like this?"
Jiseok stares up at his boyfriend contorting his face into the absolutely worst configurations known to man and somehow still looking beautiful and sighs wistfully. "Sure, Jooyeonie. Just kill my boner indefinitely, why don't you?"
"Aw, I'm sure it won't take much to bring it back," Jooyeon says, capturing his eyes with a smirk before he leans in slowly and deliberately and kisses him.
Jiseok relaxes into it immediately, clutching him close around his bare shoulders and sighing into his mouth as he melts into the comforting warmth of him. Jooyeon's weight pressing down on him is a stark reminder of how naked they are, skin all pressed up against each other in a warm line of sensation.
Though he had done it before, it was still a bit scary how fast Jooyeon learned how to kiss him just the way he wanted, a little bit wetter than what was comfortable, hazy eyes looking up at him as he pulled back and licked into his mouth again.
Jiseok’s experience wasn't something he was necessarily ashamed of, but there were times he wondered if he would go back and do it again after knowing just how unsatisfying it would be. Maybe it's because his heart and head weren't really into it, but no one came even close to satisfying him. They were all too selfish, too pushy, too unwilling to learn what he liked. And yet it only took a few minutes of kissing Lee Jooyeon to get him hard and needy.
His dick is trapped between their stomachs where it's chubbing up already, Jooyeon's a warm firm line against the crease of his thigh and hip, their bodies instinctually rubbing against whatever friction they can find. Jiseok shifts slightly until they properly line up and are whimpering into each other’s mouth, missing the mark on every other grind but the contact still enough to desperately chase.
Jiseok realizes he's kind of shot himself in the foot with his little speech because now he's painfully aware of how long ago it feels that he got himself ready in the shower, how long he’s been waiting, how close he is to finally getting fucked by his best friend.
He forces himself to break the kiss first and stills, consciously letting his knees fall open underneath him. "Come on," he says, voice coming out low and hoarse.
For a second it seems like Jooyeon is going to make him wait but it seems like they're both too eager for this now. Instead he just blinks himself out of the trance of staring at Jiseok's flushed lips and stares down the length of his body, taking his sweet time cataloging the way he looks again even though he already spent agonizingly long categorizing every inch of it earlier.
He ghosts his fingertips over Jiseok’s dick and watches it twitch, wrapping around it and looking up to watch Jiseok's expression as he strokes him a few times, just enough to tease and make him gasp but not fast enough to be satisfying, finishing with his exploration way too quickly to continue lower between his legs. He curses when he presses his fingertips up against Jiseok's hole, looking up at him in awe. "You're so fucking wet, holy shit."
Jiseok flushes, tossing an arm over his face an trying to keep from being overwhelmed at the barest sensation. He used so much lube it was a little uncomfortable, but it was definitely worth it for the way Jooyeon is reverently rubbing around it, just feeling out the easy give of the muscle and listening attentively to the way Jiseok's breath hitches.
He's just about to complain about how long he's taking when Jooyeon lets his fingers slide in all slow and easy, his body sucking them in like he needs them. The slight stretch is so satisfying but just not enough. Jiseok can't help from rocking back on it right away, inhales turning raggedly as he digs his teeth in his bottom lip and tries to get some needed stimulation, since Jooyeon isn't moving them or doing anything really, just staring at where his fingers disappear into Jiseok's ass like he can't believe it's real. "Woah, dude, this is crazy."
Jiseok groans. "Don't call me dude with your fingers in my ass, Joo, now who's unromantic?"
Jooyeon huffs and tears himself away from the sight to peck him on the nose, then on the lips just as he tentatively drags his fingers out and then slides them slowly but forcefully back in. "Oh, I'm so sorry, my sweet darling baby," he says, attention captured now by the minute expressions passing over Jiseok's face as he experimentally moves his fingers in and out at different angles and paces just to watch the different ways his body reacts.
Jiseok scrabbles at his arm to stop him, glaring in a probably extremely unthreatening way up at him. "I didn't do all this for you to just finger me, Jooyeon, come on."
"Shit, okay, okay," Jooyeon says, and it does boost his ego admittedly to see him look so starstruck just by the opportunity.He leans forward over him again, gaze darting from down to where he's guiding himself up to Jiseok's hole and back to his face, his nervousness finally showing. "Just... just tell me what you want me to do, alright?"
Jiseok can't resist teasing one more time. "I thought you were gonna be a natural and blow my mind– fuck," Jooyeon nudges forward and succeeds in stopping him in his tracks even though he's attentively watching his face for any pain or discomfort the whole time. Jiseok is already gone, digging his teeth into his bottom lip and squeezing his eyes shut. Shit. He knew his boyfriend was thick but he didn't expect it to feel quite so overwhelming, just the head stretching him open in such a good ache.
"Okay?" Jooyeon murmurs and Jiseok nods.
"It's good, more is good.” He might be biting off more than he can chew too soon, but Jooyeon obediently obeys, moaning sweet and liquid as he sheathes more of himself into Jiseok's tight hole.
"Fuck, Jiseokie," he whines, and Jiseok cna't listen to him make those beautiful sounds right now or else he's going to be the one not lasting.
Jiseok squirms as Jooyeon finally slides all the way in, gasping and clenching his teeth shut so he doesn't cry out embarrassingly loud. The feeling is inescapable, his knees squeezing together around Jooyeon's thighs but no matter how he writhes he can't get away.
Jooyeon’s hair tickles against his chest as he collects himself. Jiseok runs his hands through it and calms himself down. Ok, this is fine. He already feels good, at least, which is better than he can say for some of his past experiences. He's ready for Jooyeon to start moving, because no matter how long he lasts this is already everything he could ever wish for, the overwhelming feeling of being completely connected, as close to melding into one that they'll ever get.
"You can move, Jooyeonie, you're doing so well," he breathes, and Jooyeon inhales, gently pulling back and rolling his hips forward again. It's rough, the movement sloppy and undirected, obviously just chasing what feels good.
Jiseok swallows and gently runs his hands down his back to pull him forward again, hissing softly as he tries to guide him into a rhythm. Jooyeon takes to it easily, punching forward in a smooth movement that makes Jiseok whine high and long. It’s not long before he doesn’t need the guidance anymore, burying his face in Jiseok’s neck and missing the expression on his face when he slides against his prostate for the first time.
Jooyeon doesn't even seem to be aware of what he's doing, any deliberate intention he had gone in exchange for pure messy desperation as he drools and whines all over Jiseok's neck. Except somehow he's managed to find the fucking perfect angel and force to absolutely melt Jiseok's brain, so much he can't even move or make any noise for a long moment, mouth hanging open and eyes wide as the breath is punched out of him on every thrust, every slide of Jooyeon's thick dick filling him up and hitting his sweet spot wring his body tighter and tighter.
Jooyeon finally looks up from his reverie, eyes widening and pace stuttering as he gently wipes away the tears that have begun sliding down his cheeks. "What's wrong?"
Jiseok clutches his hips and tugs him back into him insistently, trying to convey his desperation. "So fucking good, Jooyeonie, don't you dare stop."
Jooyeon blinks and stares at him as he lets himself be guided into falling into his rhythm again, confusion turning into awe as he sees the way Jiseok's face helplessly scrunches up and fresh tears dribble down his cheeks as he somehow actually fucks him better than anyone Jiseok's ever had.
"It's good? I'm doing good?" he says, already ridiculously pleased with himself as he relaxes and really lets himself go, speeding up just the right amount as he chases the pleasure of Jiseok's tight insides yielding for him.
"Yes!" Jiseok practically wails. No one's gotten him to cum untouched before but he already feels like he's almost there just with the delicious pressure over his prostate and the slight friction where his cock is trapped between their stomachs.
He rocks against the movement as much as he can, yanking Jooyeon forward into him with his nails digging into the soft skin of his hips like they just can't get enough of each other. Jooyeon comes up to kiss him again, but it’s more like their mouths and tongues are just messily sliding against each other as they press their noises into each other.
Jiseok should have expected something like this to happen, because there really might be something to the way the others joke about them being soulmates. He can't confidently tell but he thinks he might have cum slightly earlier, entire body squeezing down as it feels like all the pleasure is wrung out of his body.
Jooyeon's desperate thrusts keep working him through it, stopping just before they push him into oversensitivity as he shoves his face back in his neck and his hips stutter to a stop, moaning as he buries himself deep and dumps his load into Jiseok's hole.
Jooyeon melts against him when it's worked its way through him, both of them uncharacteristically silent for a long while as they just breathe together. Jiseok blinks blearily at the ceiling, feeling a bit like he just got put through a blender in the nicest way. Shit, he really shouldn't have underestimated Jooyeon. He somehow managed to be either incredibly good or terrible at things on the first try, and the former was more common. It’s still impressive every time, though, and he stares down at him in awe.
Jooyeon catches him doing it, lifting his ruffled head. Jiseok pats his hair to try and rearrange the sweaty strands just to distract himself as Jooyeon narrows his eyes slightly and a lazy grin spreads across his face. "So..."
"It was fine!" Jiseok says before Jooyeon can even do anything, but he's not fooling anyone.
Jooyeon laughs high and unrestrained and pokes him in the stomach, the little gremlin.
"Shut up," Jiseok whines, even though Jooyeon didn't say anything, batting his pointy finger away and then intertwining their hands to keep him trapped there.