⚠️ This oneshot contains smut, if you a minor or uncomfortable with that genre please skip! ⚠️

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"Ah! San!!"

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Oh my god.

Again?

Yeosang eyes shot open after being woken up by Wooyoung's moaning coming from just beyond the wall by his head. He was already covering his ears with one of his many pillows in order to drown out the noises coming from Wooyoung's room.

Don't get him wrong, Yeosang was very much happy for Wooyoung to find someone that makes him as happy as San does, but my god were they active, the amount of times he'd get woken up to screams or bangs against the wall was insane.

"Yeah? You like that you filthy slut? You like the way I abuse your little hole like this huh?"

Okay. He was not going to sit there listening to this. Yeosang stood from his bed, tossing on his pajama pants that were left abandoned on the floor just hours earlier, trudging his way into the living room.

Unfortunately with the small apartment he and Wooyoung shares often when one makes noise in one of their rooms it echoes through their whole apartment.

Really, Yeosang was surprised they haven't received a noise complain just yet.

He past by the doorway to the kitchen as he was grabbing his shoes, to which he stopped mid-step and stared into it, staring at the counter where the knife holder was, displaying all of their kitchen knives. He had half a mind to grab one of them, and cut Wooyoung's vocal chords. Maybe he'd finally get a full sleep for once that week.

Shaking the thought out of his mind, Yeosang was grabbing his slippers.

Maybe he should change, but he was too tired to really give a damn. Plus, it was just the gas station, who was he impressing?

Well, maybe the cute cashier he always sees working the nightshift.

No. He's only going there for what he always does when he's unable to sleep: eat ramen. Like always. Slipping on his jacket, Yeosang was out the door, down the elevator and outside into the chilly Seoul air.

City life never did get boring. Yes, it was past two in the morning as he was making his way down the street to his favorite conscience store, but the streets were all but dead. Actually they seemed to be more lively than how it is in the daytime.

It probably doesn't help that it was nearing the weekend as well, people were letting loose of the week's stress with fried street foods from different stands, or going to bars and drinking until they can't even remember their own name.

Yeosang was envious of them. Sometimes. But unfortunately he works all the time to even consider sitting down and let himself relax with a beer or two. He stepped into the store, the signature ring of the bell to signal the entry of another customer, and that familiar mop of brown hair pokes itself through the back aisles.

"Oh, hey Yeosang. Back again?"

Yeosang gave a smile to the younger and a wave, even a nod. Yeah, he comes by a lot (all thanks to Wooyoung), so he's on a first name basis with him.

"Yeah, stupid Wooyoung can never keep hos mouth shut." He tells Jongho as the younger seemed to finish up stocking up on some of the snacks, and hurrying back to his spot behind the counter, meanwhile Yeosang was making a beeline straight to the little ramen aisle.

It's astonishing just the amount of instant ramens there were available, and although he could try a new flavor or brand, he stuck to his usual and once grabbing the cup, he heads for the back where the drinks were to grab himself a melon soda.

He might as well binge a bit, he suppose. His version of letting loose. Going to the counter when satisfied, as Jongho was ringing him up he was reaching for his wallet.

Oh.

"Fuck."

Jongho's brow raises as Yeosang was putting his pockets. Dammit.

"I left my wallet back in my room. I was in too big of a hurry to think and grab it, I'll go ahead and put these back-"

"It's okay." Jongjo stopped him in the middle of his mini rant, reaching behind to grab his own wallet.

"Consider it my treat, you are my favorite customer after all."

Not sure if it was a friendly compliment or a flirty gesture, Yeosang was blushing anyway. "You're too good to me sometimes."

Jongho just grins and hands Yeosang his bag, along with his receipt. He'd fill the instant ramen with hot water, and went to sit on one of the stools by the window, wooden chopsticks on top of the lid to keep it closed as the noodles cooked.

Though his eyes, which were once looking out the window turned when seeing Jongho sitting next to the other stool next to him, causing the blond to raise a brow.

"You know, your manager would be pissed if he catches you not at your post where you're supposed to be."

He would know, he witnessed him yelling at one of his female employees for something similar. Jongho only shrugs. "A few minutes won't hurt."

"Suppose you're right." Yeosang would move his chopsticks, and opened the lid, taking it off completely so he could stir in the seasoning.

"So, Wooyoung huh? Guess San's over again?"

The look Yeosang gave to Jongho said everything, causing Jongho to laugh and showing his gummy smile Yeosang grew to love quite a bit.

"Oh yep. I swear he's lucky I didn't decide to murder him when I was leaving the apartment. Maybe I should look for a new roommate."

Pure bluff. As annoying as Wooyoung was, Yeosang would never want a different roommate. Picking up some noodles once the seasoning had been thoroughly mixed in, Yeosang would take his first bite.

Hot, of course, both in temperature and spice. He could eat a thousand of these and probably never get tired of it. Left in a semi silence with Jongho, he'd crack open his soda to sip on before turning his attention back to the younger when he'd speak again.

"Have you ever thought on getting revenge on Wooyoung for always waking you up?"

Yeosang thought on that, even tapping his chin.

"Well, besides attempted murder, no. What would I even do? Bring a guy home to sleep with?"

He was clearly joking while speaking, and went to take another bite of his noodles.

"Well, why don't you?"

Yeosang choked.

Chopsticks falling to the ground, he felt a large hand patting his back, which he could assume had to be Jongho's hand helping him settle. He was not expecting that kind of answer!

"I'm sorry! Holy shit, I was joking I swear!" With Jongho spewing apologies, Yeosang was working at evening out his breathing.

"God, you have to warn me before you make that kind of joke!"

Somehow, he had a feeling that he wasn't actually joking.

After a new pair of chopsticks, Yeosang would finish his meal, and bid a still embarrassed Jongho goodnight to return to his apartments, thankful by then it was quiet.

Finally.

Morning came, and as Yeosang got up for work, he casted a glare in Wooyoung's direction, who in return gave a grin.

It only took the weekend to pass by for it to happen again. And Yeosang was at his wits end. He shot up from his bed, his eye even twitching and was rushing out of his bed.

Maybe he'll take Jongho's advice. He'll go to the local club, find a cute guy, and take him home. He can be loud too! Just wait, Jung Wooyoung!

Well, here's where his problem lies: Yeosang was bad at flirting. He threw on some last minute makeup to at least hide the bags under his eyes, pulled out his sluttiest fit, which was a v neck black leather tank top crop top, which was fitted just for him, barely able to cover his nipples, added with some high waisted shorts, underneath were a favorite of his, a pair of fishnets, and a pair of black combat boots.

Getting inside of the club, Yeosang adjusted his shirt, before heading to the bar and sat.

Again, he was never the greatest at flirting, bur maybe with a little liquid courage would spice things up. By his fifth shot of whiskey was when the alcohol really started kicking his ass. Spinning in the stool, his eyes gazed in the small crowd of people (maybe he should have considered calling off work and doing his whole revenge plan during the weekend, oops), until his eyes landed on a slightly older fellow.

Their gazes locked, and from the smirk Yeosang was given, he knew he caught a live one.

The stranger maneuvered his way through the crowd, getting to Yeosang. "This seat taken?" He shook his head.

The male sat. They made idle chat as Yeosang was requesting his most likely final shot for the night. "Let me pay for your drinks, sweetheart."

Yeosang took the offer, taking his drink when handed to him and lifted it up to take a sip.

"Mm, what should I do for you in return?"

He even scooted a little towards the stranger's direction, making him smile sweetly at Yeosang.

"Why don't you find out what you can do and take me back to your place?"

Bingo.

"Deal."

After his shot was drank, Yeosang was hopping off the stool. He could feel an arm being wrapped around his shoulders, making him giggle and leaning into the male. "You wouldn't mind if we stop by the store first, right? We can get more liquor to drink~"

He was walking out the club, honestly wishing he had at least brought a jacket with him. He nodded, feeling himself getting tugged, he was drunkenly walking down the sidewalk, and wrapped an arm around the man's waist to keep himself upright.

He realized the path they were taking turned into a quite familiar one, but said nothing as he got pulled into the convenience store.

Jongho was working, of course. And when they made eye contact, he could see the worry wash him over as Yeosang was left by the glass entrance while his date went to look for booze.

Speaking of him, what was his name? Oh. Yeosang will just ask later.

"Yeosang?" He fell against the wall, and gave Jongho a drunken grin.

"That's me~" Pushing himself off of the wall, Yeosang stumbled to Jongho, who had been quick to wrap his arms around Yeosang. Thank god for Jongho's strength, because he had put his whole weight against the younger. Head lolling to its side, Yeosang lifted his hand, and squished his cheeks.

"I took your advice."

He saw the confusion on Jongho's face, so he continued.

"That man I'm with? I'm gonna have sex with him, so Wooyoung can finally shut the fuck up and let me sleep."

If they could, Jongho's eyes would have shot eight out of his skull from the shock.

"Yeosang.. I told you I was only joking." He would move to get Yeosang to sit at his favorite spot. "I don't think you should do this, you're drunk, and you'll regret it."

Yeosang's unfocused gaze went from Jongho, then over towards the back of the little store. Just barely, he could see the man he came with's head poking up.

He let his head fall against the table.

"'m sleepy." His voice grew softly, but he unfortunately was pulled back up before he could let himself be taken by slumber.

"Let me take you into the break room, okay? We have to be quick."

Yeosang nodded, he started to hop off the stool, and with Jongho's assistance, he was laid on the couch of the little break room.

Mm. This was nice and cozy. He could totally fall asleep on this.

He would get himself comfortable, curling into a little ball. Though he could hear the voices from just beyond the door, one he definitely recognized as Jongho.

"Hey, you know where the guy I was with went?"

"Oh, him? Yeah sorry, I watched him leave just after you left him."

"Really? Damn."

Yeosang didn't hear anymore, because he had passed out, all the alcohol in his system finally getting to him.

When Yeosang wakes, he realizes he's most definitely not in his bedroom, making him sit upright suddenly, just to cause him to groan at the wave of a hangover migraine.

Rubbing his temple, he'd move to lay back down on the mattress. The light shone through the dark curtains and it only made it worse for him. Maybe if he crawled under the covers he could pretend he wasn't at all real, maybe this was just a stupid dream he was having-

"Oh, you're awake."

He opened his eyes again, finding Jongho standing at the doorway.

...

Oh fuck.

This is Jongho's apartment?!

Yeosang sat back up again, ignoring the protest of his migraine and nodded. "Guess I got a little much. Sorry."

He pushed the blanket off of him to swing his legs over the edge of the bed so he could get up.

"A little. It's okay. After you fell asleep I finished my shift up, then brought you back here. I slept on the couch." Yeosang felt warmth in his chest, but also guilty for stealing his bed. Clearing his throat, Yeosang stood.

"I- Uh. Well. Thank you, for stopping me." There's that stupid smile again Yeosang always adored, making his heart flutter.

"Please, next time don't take what I say seriously, okay?" Yeosang nodded. Jongho stepped back, and he started to leave but putting a foot out the bedroom door, he stopped, and turned to Jongho.

"Let me repay you."

"You really don't have to, I was just looking out for you is all-" Jongho looked down, as did Yeosang, because he had reached and taken Jongho'a hand into his own and given ir a light squeeze. He didn't fail to notice Jongho's cheeks lighting up, but doesn't comment on that.

"As your elder, just let me repay you. Please?" For added effect, Yeosang even gives an adorable little pout he knows that Jongjo most likely can't resist. And he was successful yet again, Jongho's shoulders slumped just a little, and he nodded.

"Okay."

Yeosang went home after that, completely ignoring the yelling coming from Wooyoung as he went straight back into his bedroom and locked the door so he could go back to sleep for another few hours.

Days pass before Jongho's next day off, and they decided to have a little dinner together at Yeosang's apartment, his treat of course and an hour before Jongho was supposed to arrive, Yeosang was pushing Wooyoung out of the apartment.

"Where am I gonna go? Am I just gonna have to just wait outside like a stray dog while you're getting railed?!"

"Don't know," Yeosang opened the front door, and pushed Wooyoung into the hallway. "Don't care. Go to San's tonight!"

As he was closing the door, he could very much hear Wooyoung yelling about safe sex and to make sure he wraps it. If the neighbors didn't question them before, they did now.

Besides, it wasn't going to end that way!

Right?

Right. Just two friends having dinner, maybe a movie as well. Nothing to it! Finally having the apartment to himself for once was like a breath of fresh air. He decided to order food in at that moment, so Jongho didn't have to wait long to eat.

And thank god he did. The food had been delivered just before Jongho arrived, he was able to set up the coffee table just when he heard a knock.

Rushing to the door, Yeosang straightened his shirt, before opening it. Letting Jongho in, he shut the door behind him.

"Thanks for inviting me, I really didn't feel like having dinner alone tonight." Jongho turned to Yeosang, then his setup he had made in front of the couch.

"Mm, fried chicken? That's your favorite isn't it?"

Yeosang blinked. He only ever mentioned his favorite food to him once, a while ago. "Oh, yeah. Hope you don't mind."

Yeosang sat on the couch, legs tucking underneath him while Jongho sat next next to him. "Not at all."

Yeosang starts up the movie he had in mind of watching, and opens the small tub of chicken so that they could get started. Silence filled the air in between them, but it wasn't awkward. Actually it felt quite nice.

Jongho was someone he could easily sit in silence with for hours on end, and not feel an ounce of awkwardness from it. As he picked up a leg piece and dipping it into the sauce he had gotten for himself, he felt a warmth against his side, and when turning he'd see Jongho up against him, a hand resting on his shoulder.

"Sorry, hope you don't mind. You're very warm and it's a little chilly in your apartment."

He shook his head, and turned back to the movie. He'd toss the bone into the bucket once he was finished, failing to realize a bit of the sauce he had was now on his chin.

Well, that was until Jongho had turned Yeosang's attention to him. His eyes flickered from Yeosang's, to his chin. Jongho lifted his hand up, and used his thumb to gently wipe him off.

And whatever Jongho planned. It worked. Rather than a napkin Jongho would place his thumb into his mouth to clean it off and he swore he saw his eyes land on his lips and wow Jongho was surely getting closer.

Was it getting hot in here or what it Jongho?

His body was on autopilot by that point. He didn't notice what he was doing until it had been done. He kissed Jongho, leaving the brunette's eyes wide. Well. There goes their friendship.

"I-"

Yeosang quickly pulled away.

"I'm so sorry- I- I really have no idea what came over me. You were just so attractive looking and my body just went in completely autopilot. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you can leave if you want I won't take any offense to it-"

He felt his lips on Jongho's again. But this time it was Jongho that had initiated the kiss for him and now it was Yeosang's turn to be stunned as he pulled back.

"I waited so long to kiss you." Said Jongho.

"I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. But god your lips are so soft I could kiss them all night."

Yeosang was surely malfunctioning at that moment, Jongho waiting patiently for Yeosang to respond. He cleared his throat, pretty sure his cheeks and ears were all sorts of red.

"Then do it."

That's all Jongho really needed to hear he supposed. Hands on his hips, Yeosang yelped as he was pulled over to sit on Jongho's lap. His expression had changed, more confident as his lips ghosted over Yeosang's.

"With pleasure."

Connecting their lips again, his embarrassment from before was just melting away, kissing Jongho back with as much passion that was given. It made it no surprise just how heated things were getting between them. My, Jongho's fingers were slipping into Yeosang's shirt, the tips of them brushing over his now exposed sides that had him letting out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Wait."

Yeosang pulled away and just that one word had Jongho stopping any sort of movement, afraid of overstepping anything after that. "Let's go to my room." Said Yeosang, his thumb gently caressing Jongho's jawline as he watched his shoulders relax when he was assured Yeosang wasn't having second thoughts.

Yeosang started to get off of him so that he could lead him into his room, but rhat wasn't necessary because Jongho stood up, fingers digging into Yeosang's hips as he held him up with him. Gasping, instinctively his legs wrapped around Jongho's waist tightly so that he was sure Jongho wouldn't drop him.

Sure, Jongho carried him before but he was drunk and unconscious the last time. Following the instructions given by him. Jongho let go with one hand when they reached Yeosang's bedroom, and carried him over to his bed and was gently let down on the familiarity of his mattress.

"You kno, I dreamt of this for a while." Jongho admitted while he was gently pushing Yeosang onto his back. Not giving much of a fight, he had to fight back his smile.

"Is that so? That's kind of cute actually. Well.. I'm not gonna stop you." Giggling, he felt Jongho nip at his neck with tiny little bites, each one growing more and more. One particular hard bite had a little whimper come from Yeosang.

And that little noise drove Jongho insane. Fingertips digging into Yeosang's hips, his shirt was pushed up to expose most of his torso. Jongho pulled from his neck, eyeing Yeosang that had him squirming from just how intense he was looking down at him.

Who knew Jongho, someone with a gummy smile and a gentle, soft personality could stare down at him like a predator staring at a prey?

"Gorgeous." Muttering to himself, Yeosang felt his thumb ghost across his nipple, making him bite his lip.

"Mm, sensitive?" Yeosang nodded and let out a breath when Jongho did it again, and again, and whined when he went as far as pinching it.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you like you deserve." The assurance he'd be taken care of was nice, hands reaching up to find Jongho's hair when he leaned down, tongue out to tease his right nipple like he had been doing. Yeah Yeosang wasn't a virgin whatsoever, but most of the guys usually liked getting right to it. Stretching him, and pound away.

Getting treated like this was new. And he was loving it. Tugging Jongho hair when he celt teeth grazing the hardening bud, he whined. He was already hard and boy was it uncomfortable. "Mm, words baby. What is it?"

With little pants, he looked down to Jongho, who was staring back up at him waiting for Yeosang to say something. Swallowing the limp forming in his throat, with a shaky voice he did.

"H-Hurts."

"Aw, where baby?"

Motioning between them, Jonfho pulled back just to observe what Yeosang was talking about. The deep chuckle that came from Jongho sent shivers up and down his spine.

"Aw. I've barely touched you and you're this turned on already? I wanted to have fun with you. Didn't you say you wanted to get revenge on Wooyoung?"

"Y-Yeah, while he was ho- oh!"

A hand was pressed to his hard on, Jongho's palm rubbing it in all the right ways that had him squirming. "I'll get to this in a second, I promise. You can hang on until then."

Part of him wanted to pout his way into getting what he wanted. But he had a feeling in this situation that wasn't going to work. Jongho pulled from him completely, and gently pulling Yeosang up and around, resting him onto his hands and knees.

"May I?" Yeosang felt Jongho's hands on the waistband of his pants and he had to fight his smile. Even if the obvious was shown he wanted this Jongho still wanted to make sure he was okay with it. With a nod, he was helped out of his pants and even his briefs, leaving his ass out for display.

He could hear the breath Jongho took in from the sight, ao he decided to have a little fun with him and wiggle his lips. What he thought would happen clearly didn't. Instead he felt a large sting on his left cheek that left him howling.

"Stay still." Oh my god. Jongho smacked him

And.. did his voice go deeper? Holy shit.

He stilled his movement instantly, groaning from the stinging ache. He was sure a red handprint was on his ass but he didn't care because he wanted Jongho to do absolutely anything he wished on him if it meant he'd get rewarded.

And that he did alright. A hand was gently caressing the same cheek that had been spanked, a breath leaving Yeosang as he let Jongho take his time. He expected to be asked where his lube was so he could get properly stretched out.

But no.

With his eyes closed, Yeosang didn't see the way Jongho was lowering his head down, tongue out. Feeling the muscle press against his hole made him gasp, eyes flying open and had turned so he could get a look at Jongho.

He was staring back at him. And his eyes. Oh fuck. They had to be staring straight into his soul while he was eating Yeosang's ass out. Fingers gripping into the bedsheet below him, his head fell back onto his arms. The suckling and slurping coming from behind him sounded straight out of those pornos.

But what really set him off was feeling something wrap around him, stroking Yeosang.

"Fuck-"

He let out the faintest moan, allowing Jongho to continue touching him as he was, it only grew more intense when he felt his tongue slowly relax the muscles around his hole to slowly push it inside to slowly fuck him with his tongue.

"God, Jongho-"

Just calling his name drove him insane, Yeosang felt his tongue massaging all over inside of him, as nice as it was, it wasn't enough, he wanted more.

"P-Please." He panted, causing Jongho to pull away completely, leaving him empty and groaning.

"Mm? What is it? Tell me baby."

He was slowly moved to lay back on his back. Jongho stood in between him, a habd in each of his knees, thumbs caressing them.

"Want you." Being so exposed to Jongho should have felt embarrassing, but honestly he was too horny to really care. He saw the smile on Jongho's face.

"Well. Because you asked so nicely okay. Do you have any sort if lubricant? I still need to stretch you more." He was alreadh nodding before Jongho could even finish his question. Slowly moving to sit up, he scooted a little towards his bedside table, and opened the little drawer.

Mostly was filled with junk, but on top was his little stash of lube he had. Grabbing the bottle, he got back into his previous position after giving Jongho the bottle.

His arm covered his eyes, listening as the soft click sound was heard, and Jongho was coating his fingers in a generous amount, wanting to make sure Yeosang was comfortable. He even tubbed his fingers together to get it nicely warmed up, which in the long run Yeosang will thank.

Breath caught in his throat, Jongho's index finger was pressing against his rim, massaging the muscle like he had done with his tongue to make it relax and slowly push in his finger. And Yeosang swore Jongho had the fingers of a god, though still quite uncomfortable as he pushed in until he was knuckle deep, the slowness of it all was helping him adjust quickly.

Jongho pulled his finger out, only to push back in. He groaned in response, the feeling only intensifying when Jongho decided to add in another finger. He felt quite full already, but he wasn't going to stop Jongho, squirming as he was starting to get scissored.

"Does that feel good?" Yeosang without any hesitation nodded.

"Yes- fuck yes. Holy shit." The feeling of Jongho curling his fingers inside of him had him arching his back.

"Hod, your fingers are heavenly." Panting, his head fell to the side, where his full body mirror hebwas and could see his reflection staring back at him. From the looks of it he already seemed fucked out.

Though seemed even Jongho was growing impatient, the groan coming from him had Yeosang moving his gaze from himself, down to Jongho, or more specifically the hard on in between his pants. He could tell he was holding back for his sake, and although it was endearing, Yeosang wanted him now.

"Jongho just fuck me already." Suddenly proclaiming that, he bit his lip, a bit shocked of himself from his own boldness, and even Jongho seemed a bit surprised. But he laughed, pulling his hand away and leaving him empty yet again.

"Okay. But if it hurts let me know okay?" He watched Jongho reach to his own pants, undoing his belt and zipper, pushing them down to his knees. He cupped a hand over his own bulge, Yeosang could tell just from that he was quite large, and his mouth started to salivate.

Maybe the next time he could get a taste of him. But he wanted Jongho inside him now.

Finally, Jongho took off his briefs and quite literally left Yeosang breathless. What the fuck, he was fucking huge. Watching his cock fall out of his underwear, left hanging, the idea of it inside of him made his own cock twitch in anticipation while Jongho took the bottle of lube again, dripping down on himself to get it nicely coated before shuffling in between Yeosang's legs.

One hand was on his knee, the other at the base of himself. He could feel his tip push against him, and with slow movements pushed himself in. Being so stretched out on Jongho was completely enticing, the lewd noises that were coming from Yeosang had grew tenfold, almost squealing at that point.

His hands were fumbling around, to grab onto something to keep himself grounded, that ended up being Jongho's forearms, which were resting on each side of him now.

"Fuck- oh fuck-"

He was in a daze as Jongho slowly bottomed out, remaining still for a couple of seconds before pulling his hips back, before suddenly slamming them forward. Yeosang's body actually slid up the bed a few centimeters because of the sudden movement. But Jongho had reached to grab Yeosang's hips, and with a fluid motion pulled him back down, their hips pressing into one another again.

Yeosang pretty much allowed Jongho to take complete control over him, letting Jongho move his body for him as he was fucking into him, body at that point just a ragdoll. Though when Jongho had stopped, only a moment to lift Yeosang's hips a bit, and fucked down into him, feeling the tip of Jongho's cock brish over his prostate got him nearly screaming by that point.

The reaction given made Jongho hit at that angle over and over. Yeosang was already a sweaty, precum coated mess and it only got better when Jongho again stopped, and without pulling out of him moved Yeosang's position back onto his hands and knees. Once situated, Jongho continued his thrusts in the same pace had been doing before.

His head was spinning, and the head of his bed was banging against the wall multiple times. But he didn't care. All that was in his mind was Jongho, Jongho, Jongho.

"Fuck. I'm-" his head fell over, bangs covering his eyes as he squeezed them shut.

"G-Gonna cum-" He could barely get the words out, his strength had left him completely, it was hard to keep himself upright. Seemed Jongho noticed, because he had let go of his hips, reaching to Yeosang's wrists and held him by his arms, leaving Yeosang to just take all what Jongho was giving.

"Cum baby, you're doing so well." He heard Jongho's voice near his ear, and the demand was all Yeosang needed. His muscles tightened up, white ribbons decorating his sheets and even his stomach. Jongho came shortly after him, the feeling of being filled up with Jongho's cum, although kind if gross feeling at first, it was surely something he enjoyed.

Now spent, when Jongho had let go of his arms, causing his upper body to fall against the mess he made in his bed, but he didn't seem to care all that much. He'd shower and change the sheets later.

Half expecting Jongho to clean up and leave, he felt himself getting shifted around, and a weight behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. He could still feel Jongho inside of him, and from the looks of it he had plans on staying.

Jongho kissed his shoulder blade, mumbling how well Yeosang did for him, which had a sleepy smile on his face, getting himself comfortable in Jongho's arms to sleep.

Needless to say, the following day they had finally gotten that noise complaint that was long overdue.