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Private Requests - Chapter 4
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Confident, calm, collected.
All words that could describe Jinyoung.
He always holds himself with an air of security that draws people to him; he’s the one to ask for help, to walk you to your car at night if you’re wary of being alone.
Enter Jaebeom, who turns his brain to mush with one knowing smile.
The home is eerily quiet, every tv, radio, phone, they’re all turned off, just leaving Jinyoung sitting in his desk chair, and Jaebeom, who’s standing in between his legs.
“Do you think you can do that for me tonight, hm? Can you keep your hands to yourself?” Jaebeom asks in a sweet yet firm voice, leaving no room for argument but enough room to stop if needed.
Jinyoung’s eyes have been wide for a few minutes now, staring up at Jaebeom like a wounded deer. He nods rapidly, and Jaebeom can see the urge to please, to submit in those eyes, and it sends waves of confidence surging through him.
“Words, baby.” He reminds him, resting his hands on Jinyoung’s thighs and slowly moving to kneel between his legs. “Use your words or I’ll stop at any time during this.” The threat looms over them, and Jinyoung is already worked up enough for his breath to hitch in dread.
“Yes- I can be good for you, I can do it.” Jinyoung rambles out, his hands reaching for Jaebeom’s on his thighs, but they’re quickly slapped away.
“I told you not to touch.” Jaebeom warns, his voice getting an edge to it. “You touch me, we stop. You don’t answer me, we stop. Understood?”
A whine is drawn from Jinyoung’s throat at the denial, but he listens well and brings his hands to the chair’s arms, gripping it tightly. “Yes.” He whispers, eyes stuck to where Jaebeom licks over his lips, tasting the lipstick that he’d carefully put on earlier.
If he’d known Jinyoung would have a makeup kink, he’d have indulged him much sooner.
He already has lipstick marks all down his neck from earlier, and he’d behaved himself perfectly then, letting Jaebeom climb into his lap and only keeping his hands in one spot on his hips as Jaebeom wrecked him.
Jaebeom scans over his face one last time, making sure he doesn’t see him hesitate or any sign of discomfort before his hands go up to hook his fingers on the waistband of Jinyoung’s boxers. They fall down easily and Jaebeom tosses them across the room without a thought.
His hands slide up Jinyoung’s thighs to his hips, gently squeezing them and earning an audible hiccup in Jinyoung’s breathing before coming back down. The second his hands rest on the inside of his knees, keeping them where they are, Jinyoung’s thighs shake.
“You’re doing good.” Jaebeom praises, knowing how easy it is to get Jinyoung out of his own head and into the moment. He leans in to his thigh, letting his breath ghost over the skin for a moment before pressing a kiss near the dip between his thigh and groin.
Immediately, Jinyoung jolts like he’s been electrocuted and Jaebeom wanders his eyes up to check in on him. He gives him an easy smile as their eyes lock, resting his cheek lightly against the other’s thigh.
“The lipstick is too much- I don’t- I can’t think-” Jinyoung’s already losing his brain to mouth filter, and that makes Jaebeom’s grin turn into one resembling a shark closing in on a meal. “I’m already too worked up-”
“I think you can handle it.” Jaebeom says dismissively, licking his lips and drawing out the motion before he speaks again. “All you have to do is relax and enjoy it.”
Jaebeom knows from their time together Jinyoung isn’t going to just relax, so when he opens his mouth to probably tell Jaebeom ‘it isn’t that easy’, Jaebeom beats him to it, cutting him off before he’s even begun.
“Don’t you want to see me messy like you said? Don’t you want me to gag myself on your cock until I’m crying? Don’t you want to see the lipstick smeared around the base of your cock while you **** my face?” Jaebeom knows he’s got him with the shaky breath he lets out and the way his eyes get hazy.
Jaebeom turns his head a bit more, leaning his cheek against the lipstick mark and smearing it. Jinyoung’s **** jumps from just the sight of Jaebeom with lipstick smudged across his cheekbone, drawing a soft chuckle from Jaebeom. For as much of a top as Jinyoung is, he’s even more of a submissive.
His lips press against Jinyoung’s inner thighs once, twice, and then Jaebeom bites.
It isn’t a hard bite, not nearly breaking skin but firm enough to leave impressions of his teeth. And Jinyoung yells.
Jaebeom’s grip on his thighs tightens as a warning, narrowing his eyes at Jinyoung. “Quiet.” He hisses out, moving a hand to run his thumb over the bite. “Or do you want the neighbors to know how much of a slut you are? Or how quickly you’ll beg to **** me?” He taunts, raising an eyebrow and watching Jinyoung’s eyes widen in panic.
“No! Please, no.” He whines out, squirming in Jaebeom’s hold. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
Jaebeom lets him simmer for a few seconds before humming in acknowledgement, sliding both his hands up to grab around Jinyoung’s hips and move him further towards the edge of the chair. Before Jinyoung can react, Jaebeom presses Jinyoung’s hips firmly against the chair and licks a slow stripe up the cock in front of him. As he’d expected, Jinyoung lets out a noise similar to a sob and his hips move on their own, trying to get more friction because this is the first time Jaebeom has touched him at all tonight.
“Oh, my god- Jae- ****-” The words fall out of Jinyoung’s mouth messily, tense in anticipation for Jaebeom to take him into his mouth.
Jaebeom keeps his eyes on Jinyoung’s face even as he throws his head back as soon as Jaebeom’s lips close around the head of his cock. It’s intoxicating seeing someone like Jinyoung who’s so well put together fall apart under him. He takes his time kissing along the length of his cock, licking along the veins, all while watching pleasure bloom across Jinyoung’s features. Jaebeom takes him into his mouth again, wrapping his lips around him but this time he doesn’t stop at the tip, instead he drags it out inch by inch as he takes him entirely into his mouth. That simple, drawn out action rips desperate moans out of Jinyoung, who is surprisingly still following the rules he’d laid out.
Jaebeom gets all the way down to the base of his cock, letting his red lips brush against the skin there, and Jinyoung chokes out a whine, his thighs trembling just slightly, but enough for Jaebeom to notice.
Jaebeom stays there for a few moments, taking in how good it feels to have his mouth full like this before he’s moving again. As soon as he builds a pace, Jinyoung is shifting in the chair, not sure whether to move away from the pleasure or closer. It’d be almost amusing if Jaebeom wasn’t so turned on, because he still keeps his hips still as Jaebeom moves. The sounds that this is making are filthy, but Jaebeom doesn’t mind if the neighbors somehow overhear them because he knows Jinyoung likes it like this. He likes the sounds and the way Jaebeom’s spit will drip down his chin after a while. Who’s Jaebeom to deny him that?
Jinyoung was already worked up from earlier, so it doesn’t take any time at all until he’s rambling incomplete thoughts, the filter completely removed and his guard completely down.
When Jaebeom pulls off of him and lets his cock fall from his lips, it earns another loud noise of protest, but this time he doesn’t have it in him to correct him right now because fuck these sweats need to come off.
“You’re doing so well, you haven’t touched at all, have you?” Jinyoung shakes his head rapidly, and Jaebeom can see the way he’s holding himself back from how he wants to cling to Jaebeom.
His tongue darts out and he drags his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down as he makes a show of checking Jinyoung out and taking in the sight of him smeared with red kisses and hickeys.
A hand leaves Jinyoung’s thighs, reaching over and taking one of Jinyoung’s in his own and guiding it to rest in his hair. The way Jinyoung’s eyes widen is endearing, hesitantly moving to tangle in his hair. He isn’t moving Jaebeom, just letting his hand rest there.
“Your hand can stay there as long as you don’t pull my hair.” Jaebeom instructs, giving him a confident grin before going back down on him.
Jinyoung doesn’t get the chance to form words, a loud cry escaping him as Jaebeom takes him into his throat. He loves how responsive Jinyoung can be in these situations, it’s like he’s feeling everything at once and walking the line to oversensitivity.
Both of Jaebeom’s hands return to his thighs, not giving him the chance to close his legs as he takes him back as far as he can. Jinyoung cock twitches and Jaebeom can feel a drop of precum dripping out.
Then, Jaebeom pushes his limits and swallows around him, ignoring the urge to cough because damn it’s worth it to hear Jinyoung nearly sob out a moan. He pulls back to get a fresh breath of air, blinking his eyes open. He isn’t sure when they fell shut, but it makes it easier to push back the tears trying to appear. The hand in his hair is still resting there, and if his throat wasn’t burning from just doing that, he’d have praised him. He’s doing amazing tonight by giving all the control over to Jaebeom after all.
Jaebeom’s eyes trail up to meet Jinyoung’s and fuck, how messy he looks for just having Jaebeom’s mouth on him makes his **** twitch in his sweatpants.
“How close are you?” Jaebeom questions with a rough voice, licking up his cock without even having to think about it. He faintly hears ‘really close’ in a small, needy voice.
That’s enough to get Jaebeom’s lips back around him, but this time he doesn’t close his eyes. He keeps the same eye contact with Jinyoung as he moves down his length again, gripping his thighs tighter. The ache in his jaw is moved to the back of his mind as he watches Jinyoung’s jaw drop, eyes trained on the way Jaebeom’s red, spit slick lips wrap around his cock perfectly.
“Fuck **** ****-” Jinyoung hisses out as Jaebeom’s nearly makes it to the base of his cock again, visibly trying to control the urge to buck his hips up further into the wet heat. “Please- please let me ***? I can’t- I won’t last much longer.” Jinyoung’s words are rushed out, past the point of caring if the neighbors hear him, and that’s exactly the point Jaebeom wanted to push him to.
Jaebeom hums around his cock before pulling off again, his jaw beginning to ache now. “Fuck my mouth.” It isn’t a question or even a suggestion, he’s outright telling him to as an order and he can see a shudder run through Jinyoung’s spine. “Let’s see if you’re good enough to make me gag.” It’s a taunt, both of them know that, but fire still flickers into Jinyoung’s eyes at the outright challenge.
Both of Jinyoung’s hands are on him in the following seconds, one cradling his jaw and the other curling into his hair and pushing his head closer to Jinyoung’s cock again. Jaebeom doesn’t look away as his lips part and tongue peeks out, a clear dare for him to do his worst in his eyes.
And fuck, Jinyoung doesn’t hesitate any longer and guides Jaebeom’s head down, the grip on his hair firm enough to stop him from escaping, as if he actually would want to right now.
For a few seconds Jinyoung hesitantly guides Jaebeom’s mouth, curses steadily falling from his lips. Jaebeom hits Jinyoung’s hip, not a hard impact, but firm enough for Jinyoung to jolt and choke out a groan. Thankfully, he gets what Jaebeom meant by that and raises his hips up from the chair, actually beginning to **** his face now.
What he didn’t expect, though, is the sharp snap of his hips a few thrusts later. Jaebeom draws in a breath on instinct, nearly choking himself because Jinyoung doesn’t let up, he’s actually rising to Jaebeom’s challenge. That’s what finally gets Jaebeom to break his eyes away, not prepared for this sweet, loveable man to **** his throat like he means it.
He must look like a mess, his hair is tangled in Jinyoung’s hand and lipstick has to be smeared across his face at this point. Not to mention the spit he can feel dripping down his chin and jaw. Maybe this was the breaking point Jinyoung needed to actually give in to urges without Jaebeom dragging it out of him.
The sounds Jinyoung’s making right now are sinful, and pairing that with how wet and messy Jaebeom’s lips sound each time Jinyoung slides back into his mouth, it might be the hottest thing he’s heard in his entire life.
With each ****** he’s pulled forward an inch to meet it, making his grip tighten on Jinyoung’s thighs to ground himself. Jinyoung is close, the shaky hands give it away easily, and his cock keeps going deeper and deeper into his mouth with each ****** until he can feel it reaching the back of his tongue with each move.
Jinyoung’s hands tighten their grip on him and before he can realize what’s happening, Jinyoung is pulling him forward enough to hit the back of his throat.
“Please, please please can I ***?” Jinyoung whines out, his hips never stopping their relentless pace and Jaebeom just barely manages to drum his fingers across Jinyoung’s hip once in agreement, giving him the green light to completely lose himself in the pleasure.
And he does.
Jaebeom has never seen him this desperate outside of the one time Jaebeom edged him, and god is it hot.
“I’m- I- Ah-” Jinyoung babbles out the words with no control over them, his cock going deep into Jaebeom’s throat once, twice, and then Jaebeom is being held down in place.
He can feel Jinyoung’s cock kick before he’s cumming with a yell, his load coating the inside of his throat, and Jaebeom can’t do anything other than take it right now.
His body works on pure instinct right now, his mind completely gone as he swallows around the cock in his throat, getting a hiccup of breath before he has to swallow again, making Jinyoung toss his head back at the sensation.
After a few seconds, Jinyoung calms down enough to release his grip on Jaebeom, letting his cock slide from his lips. Jaebeom coughs when he pulls in a breath of fresh air, his grip not loosening on Jinyoung’s thighs just yet.
“Holy shit.” He breathes out, wincing when both his voice and jaw protest against speaking right now.
When he looks back up after a few moments of gathering his brain back into working order, Jinyoung catches his eyes and it looks like he’s just now getting hit with the reality of what just happened.
“Oh, my god- Oh no- I’m so sorry!” He squeaks out, reaching for Jaebeom, and after checking that his legs haven’t fallen asleep, Jaebeom lets Jinyoung pull him up and into his lap. “Did I hurt you? You’re crying!”
Jaebeom pauses at that for a moment, reaching up to touch his cheek and realizing lately that yeah, his face is wet and his eyes are still watery. He guesses a good **** will do that to you. “I’m fine, it’s alright.” He reassures him, a small smile pulling at his lips. It really is fine, Jaebeom didn’t hate what happened, but Jinyoung still looks panicked at the sight of how much of a mess he looks right now.
“I’m sorry.” Jinyoung quickly apologies again, leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to Jaebeom’s lips. “I lost myself there for a minute, I shouldn’t have-”
“Baby,” Jaebeom breathes out, and it makes Jinyoung’s mouth close with a quiet click. “You didn’t hurt me, I didn’t stop you, did I?” Jinyoung shakes his head just slightly. “You nearly made me *** in my pants, I liked it.” He reassures, bringing a tired arm up to brush Jinyoung’s hair back soothingly.
Jinyoung relaxes into the touch, slowly calming down before his eyes widen again as Jaebeom’s words process in his mind. “You didn’t get to ***? Can I..?” The implication is clear as day, and Jaebeom lets out an amused huff.
“Go ahead, princess.” With that green light, Jinyoung’s hand is diving into Jaebeom’s sweats in record time, nearly making him choke on an inhale as he wraps his hand around Jaebeom’s cock.
Jaebeom is nearly completely distracted by finally getting some relief that he doesn’t register Jinyoung’s other hand coming up to tilt his head up so he can kiss Jaebeom. The kiss is wet and sloppy and Jaebeom’s hips are rolling forward, already near the edge from what just happened and god does Jinyoung’s hand feel heavenly. The second Jinyoung’s tongue licks into his mouth Jaebeom loses it, the thought that Jinyoung can most likely taste his *** still on Jaebeom’s tongue sending him over the edge.
Jinyoung guides him through the ******, keeping his hand moving until Jaebeom whines low in oversensitivity and has to grab his hand and bring it out of his pants.
Jaebeom is panting by the time Jinyoung lets go of the kiss, his hands clutching Jinyoung’s bare shoulders like a lifeline. His forehead drops to Jinyoung’s shoulder while he tries his best to catch his breath.
Out of his peripherals he sees Jinyoung’s hand that has his *** all over it raised up to his mouth and Jaebeom has to shut his eyes with a groan to block it out, not sure his body could handle a second round right now and if he sees him licking his hand clean, there’s going to be one.
Jinyoung chuckles at Jaebeom’s reaction, the sound muffled against his hand, and Jaebeom waits until the hand falls back down to his hip to raise his head again.
“So, makeup is a yes.” Jaebeom comments with a smile, earning a laugh from Jinyoung.
“Yeah, it’s a yes.” Jinyoung confirms as if it isn’t glaringly obvious, mirroring Jaebeom’s smile on his own lips.
Sure, it’s messy and Jinyoung’s desk chair may or may not have red stains, but it’s a price he’s willing to pay.
After all, who else can completely break down Ceo Park with just a red smile.
the end
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