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''Hyung,'' Jisung breathed, big eyes reflecting the light from the monitor even as his lids started drooping, flush high on his cheeks.
''Keep watching, Sungie. Eyes open, baby,'' the older hummed against his ear, lips brushing over the shell of it and making Jisung's body shudder violently. There were fingers curling into the strands of his hair and tugging, only intensifying the feeling and making his eyes snap open.
Everything started with an innocent notification from YouTube informing them that a new video has been posted on their channel.
The original plan had been for all of them to gather and watch it – just like all the other unit videos. Everyone had especially shown great enthusiasm for the Red Lights music video and Changbin had made them all swear that they wouldn’t even peak at it until they were all together.
Chan made that promise, too.
But there Jisung was, curled up in the corner of the couch in their studio, interrupted mid rapid lyric typing on his phone by that same notification. It was easy, catching the shift on his face. His lashes fluttered against his flushed cheeks as he kept blinking at his phone, shifting in his seat before his eyes finally flickered over to Chan, mouth parting when he caught the older staring at him already, gaze dark, heavy where he was draped in his chair.
Chan had especially been interested in Jisung's reaction to the video. The snippet of the song had been enough to make him flustered, sputtering and fidgeting in his seat, hands tucked between his clenched thighs. It was amusing, back then. It was even more amusing now.
It was hard, holding back. So, Chan decided not to.
He reached his hand out, patting his thigh and luring Jisung in.
This'll be their dirty little secret.
Jisung was facing the screen of Chan's monitor, warm and solid in the older's lap, legs hanging on each side of him as his chest rose and fell rapidly. The video had already been played once. The sensual instrumental had bounced off the walls of the quiet studio, image after image flashing before their eyes but—Jisung wasn't really watching. His hands kept blocking his vision, allowing him only a few peaks here and there, whenever his fingers would part and allow him to catch a glimpse of the screen.
Chan had let him do it the first time, huffing out small laughs whenever the boy would whine and shift slightly in his lap. It was overwhelming, especially for someone as easily flustered as Jisung. Chan's chin was hooked over his shoulder, hands patting over his stomach soothingly, kisses pressed to the exposed skin where the collar Jisung's shirt had shifted. ''You barely saw anything, Jisungie,'' he murmured against the boy's neck, pressing slow, taunting kisses over the rapid pulse.
''S'embarrassing.''
''Is it?'' Another kiss, this time pressed against the skin under Jisung's ear. ''Which part?''
A whine, a pathetic type of protest, slipped out as Jisung's hands found Chan's that were still rubbing over his fluttering stomach, holding onto them in hopes to ground himself. ''You don't know, do you? Can't tell me because you didn't watch,'' Chan tuts. ''Hyunjinnie and I worked so hard on this.'' And there it is, his subtle tactic. Jisung could feel guilt stir in his lower tummy, fingers giving Chan's hand a squeeze. ''He looked so pretty, baby,'' Chan continued, one hand slowly inching towards the younger's hip, settling over the curve of it, fingers digging lightly into it. "Don't you want to see him?''
Jisung did. He wanted it so bad.
Chan reached around him, leaning further into Jisung's back in order to replay the video, the younger's body warming up immediately where the heat of Chan's touch seeped trough his shirt.
And now, they weren't even halfway through the video and Jisung couldn't tear his eyes away—he couldn't, even if he wanted to.
''Is it still embarrassing?'' Chan's breath, warm and raising goosebumps on his skin, does nothing but make it worse, the grip on his hair loosening just a bit, enough so Jisung could nod his head.
''Yeah?'' The older hums, other hand kneading the flesh of Jisung's hip. ''What's embarrassing about it, hm?''
All Jisung could do was huff a breath out, hyper-focused on every point where Chan's body pressed against his own. The fingers in his hair that would occasionally scratch lightly against his scalp and down to his nape, making something rumble inside Jisung's chest as if he was purring. The hand on his hip that kept petting him, fingers slipping under the hem of Jisung's shirt, teasingly brushing the tips over his overheated skin. The solid muscle underneath him—arguably Jisung's favorite seat.
''Tell hyung, baby,'' Chan's voice pulled him out of his thoughts as the older teasingly moved his head side to side slightly by the grip on his hair. ''Which part is embarrassing?'' There was strictness hidden underneath the teasing tone and Jisung blinked a few times, teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip as he focused his full attention to the screen. It was hard, answering Chan's question. How was Jisung supposed to pick out one single part when the entire music video left him breathless and shaking?
''The. Um, the chains,'' he breathed, the room too warm, too stuffy.
Not to Chan, apparently, because the older only hummed, encouraging Jisung to keep talking. ''You like how Hyunjin looks wrapped up in chains, is that it?'' he offered, hand now creeping over Jisung's bare stomach, feeling the muscle tremble beneath his palm.
''Yes.''
''Yeah?''
''And,'' Jisung swallowed, ''I like... you, too. Like how it looks like you're, um. Controlling him.''
Chan grinned. ''He liked it, too.''
A gasp slipped past Jisung's lips as he was suddenly hoisted further up the older's lap, back flush to Chan's chest and fingers leaving his hair in order to roam over his chest. ''Tell me more. What else is embarrassing?'' A few tender kisses were placed against Jisung's nape, encouraging when the younger squirmed once again, swallowing audibly. Then, Chan's eyes flickered to the screen, just as the scene changed and his smile only widened. He reached over, finding the right minute and pausing once he was satisfied with the frame.
''This?'' Jisung's mouth parted as he looked at the screen, the scene in front of him unmoving this time, Chan giving him no other option but to look, to take in every detail.
It was a little blurry but Jisung didn't need to see it any more clearer in order for his cock to twitch. ''Hyung, that’s—''
''Something you like, right?'' Chan finished for him, smile pressed against Jisung's shoulder as his thumb followed the protruded line of the younger's collarbone before his hand slowly started creeping upwards. His fingers lightly rested around Jisung's throat, not pressing, just a presence. The same way they had been in the video, a mere accessory around Hyunjin's neck. And like—like wasn't enough to describe the way Jisung felt about it. Just the slightest pressure was enough to have Jisung's whole body thrumming, heart pounding against his ribcage wildly, loud in his ears. It was enough to have him putty in Chan's arms, tilting his head back just a tad bit but enough to prompt the older's hand to settle right underneath his jaw.
''And Hyunjinnie?'' Jisung breathed, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. ''Did he? Did he, hyung?''
Jisung knew the answer already—has seen the answer one too many times. But he needed to hear it from Chan. Wanted the older to keep talking.
Chan played along, dark gaze on the screen, ''Did he like it? Of course he did. Should've seen him off camera,'' he hummed, fingers gently stroking over Jisung's pulse, tapping over it playfully. ''His eyes got all glassy, baby. He could barely focus for the rest of the shooting,'' he continued, hand that was on Jisung's hip sliding down until it was resting on his upper thigh, kneading the flesh. ''But that’s to be expected, isn't it, Sungie? Both of you tend to go dumb from the slightest touch.''
Ironically enough, it's those words rather than any form of touch that turn Jisung's brain into a void mush. The fingers on his throat tighten just a bit, just enough to remind him of their presence and Jisung whimpers, body almost melting back against Chan. ''Shh, you still haven't seen even the half of the video, angel,'' Chan coos, nuzzling against Jisung's cheek sweetly as he reaches over to press play again.
Then there was a scene, a mere few seconds where Jisung could catch the look Chan was talking about on Hyunjin's face. He looked—beautiful. Gone. Completely fucked out. It made Jisung's core shake.
Suddenly—too suddenly, it changes into intense gazes. Hyunjin with his sharp eyes that are now dark and clearer than ever, piercing through Jisung. Chan whose makeup only accentuates the line he's singing, his tone low and vibrating through Jisung's body as the fingers tighten their grip on his throat. Even as his head starts spinning, Jisung can't stop watching the Chan on the screen—how he's draped back in his chair, casual but his presence so loud and strong and demanding full attention. And Jisung can feel him, the real Chan, the one holding him so close, hard underneath him but still keeping it together like he wasn't making Jisung fall apart bit by bit on his lap.
''Hyung.'' Chan only hums in response, fingers dancing down the younger's stomach, past the waistband of his sweats and underwear, fingers smearing over the precum pooled over the skin of his pubic bone, almost like he was rubbing it into the softness of it as if it was some type of a luxurious moisturizer. The action was so filthy, had Jisung's whole body heating up as his hips jerked needily.
''See the ropes, baby?''
Jisung did. The messy red scattered everywhere, wrapped around Hyunjin and standing out against his white suit, accentuating his body so prettily. The ropes, although not as neatly tied as they were whenever Minho would choose one of them to wrap up, tying knot after knot carefully and making them look like art, still conveyed a message and made Hyunjin look breathtaking. ''I thought about you wrapped up in them.'' Jisung's breath catches, the older's hand sliding back up, rubbing over his stomach before his fingers closed around his waist. ''All I could think about was your small waist,'' the hold Chan had on his waist tightened, fingers sinking into the flesh, gripping, ''Your pretty, tiny waist decorated with rope.'' The images are there before Jisung could stop his brain from presenting them—red rope digging into his skin just like Chan's fingers were, rough and immobilizing, leaving pretty marks behind, something for Chan's lips to trail over, pressing kiss after kiss along indents left behind.
He found it hard to focus after that, the video playing in front of his eyes but Chan's hand creeping back over his thigh and to his crotch, cupping him trough the material of his sweats and making his hips jerk, eager for more. ''The song got you needy the first time you heard it, didn't it?'' Chan breathed into his ear suddenly as if he didn't know the answer already, fingers around his neck letting go, only stroking over his throat teasingly, thumb rubbing over his Adam's apple gently. It was supposed to be soothing but it only had Jisung slipping further, putty in the older's arms. ''You tried so hard to hide it but we all knew,'' he continued, digging the heel of his hand right against the head of Jisung’s cock, leaving him a mewling mess, his eyes almost crossing.
From the corner of his eye Chan was able to catch a dribble of spit glistening as it slid from the corner of Jisung's parted mouth, cooing at the younger as his hand left the boys neck in order to wipe it away, smearing the wetness over his bottom lip instead. ''Pretty baby. It's so easy to turn you into a drooling mess,'' he comments, voice almost giddy and the easiness of it all, the fact that this was something Chan was so used to—it doesn't help. It makes Jisung feel too easy, too messy, too dirty. It makes his cock throb where he was rolling his hips clumsily, nudging his weeping cock against the older's palm.
‘’Shh, easy.’’
The hand that was pressed over his cock suddenly cups him, dragging him further up Chan's lap like he weights nothing and Jisung's thighs tremble, pathetically trying to squeeze together as one of his hands shoots out to grip at Chan's forearm. He's dragged directly over Chan's cock and it takes him only a few short seconds to gather enough strength before he's dragging his ass over it, whimpering when he felt the hard shaft nudge between his cheeks. Chan laughs, fingers wrapping around Jisung's throat again. ''You're so worked up, Sungie. Imagine if the others saw you like this.'' The hand on his cock is more persistent now, basically helping Jisung drag his hips against Chan's lap. ''They'd tear you apart.''
A gurgled sort of sound is punched out of Jisung's lungs as he shakes, pupils blown and unfocused. Chan does nothing but make it worse, starting to bounce the younger right over his cock, as if he was guiding him on it. But Jisung was empty and hyper-aware of it in that moment, whining and messily trying to move on his own, knowing it would make Chan proud.
''That's it. Keep doing that, fuck, keep bouncing on my lap.''
Jisung's pulled back, head now thrown against Chan's shoulder, corners of his eyes prickling with tears as the grip on his throat tightens, finally properly cutting off his airflow. Every muscle in his body locked up for a fleeting moment before his body went lax, eyelashes fluttering. Chan knows him too well, know how to handle him when he goes completely nonverbal, when his brain shuts off and he turns into a crying, whimpering mess. He knows how much the younger loves being reduced to this.
A press of Chan’s fingers right above the head of Jisung’s cock proves it, precum seeping through the material of his underwear and tainting the light gray of his sweats moments later. A humiliating dark circle. ''So cute,'' the older comments, pressing a kiss against Jisung's shoulder, fingers easing around his throat. ''Cute little baby.''
Jisung can only sputter, chest heaving, swallowing the spit that had pooled underneath his tongue. His cock keep twitching, keeps drooling against his stomach. ‘’Channie hyung,’’ he slurred, shuddering, trying his hardest to keep bouncing his hips. ''Hyung.''
He gets so lost, so dumb and needy— Chan adores him.
''You're doing good, baby. Gonna sit you on my cock for real once we get back home,'' he smiles, reassuring, cupping Jisung's balls as his thumb swipes over the length of his cock, caressing him almost. It's maddening, how easily Chan could keep his composure, could smile at Jisung as if he wasn't making him fall apart without even directly touching him. It's maddening how he can guide him with the same hand that's on his cock when Jisung gets too shaky, forgetting how to control his movement. ''Unless someone else beats me to it, of course. You know how the boys get when it comes to you. You drive us all crazy, have us wrapped around your finger.''
Hot tears rolled down Jisung's flushed cheeks and Chan kissed them away immediately, lips brushing over the boy's temple as he kept talking, ''My favorite crybaby, you're so fucking pretty.''
The video that started it all had ended long ago but the images kept playing over and over again behind Jisung's eyelids, the lyrics ringing in his ears, his hyungs' seductive voices thrumming through him, right underneath his skin. He's close. He's been on edge for so long but it's only now become unbearable—he felt like a ticking bomb and every touch, every word breathed against his ear could lead to explosion. Chan knew it, of course he did. He knows Jisung's body like the back of his hand. He knows every point that makes him weep, knows how to build him up and break him down in the best way possible.
Fingers sneak around his neck again, closing just underneath his jaw, tightening immediately. Chan's free hand is spreading Jisung's thighs forcefully where his body was trying to close in on itself, too overwhelmed and he's sitting up properly now. It was only then that Jisung was able to catch him slip, to hear the rough breaths, feel his cock pulse underneath him.
''Yeah?'' he mocked as Jisung's mouth falls open, tongue almost lolling out, hips stuttering where he was dragging them desperately over Chan's lap. ''Needy. You're so fucking desperate. Can't believe how gone you are,'' he continues, voice gaining that sharp edge, that mean, condescending one. Jisung can barely process any of his words. ''That’s right, baby. Keep crying for me, keep shaking.''
It’s the moment Chan's hand retreats, then comes back down against his cock—not exactly hitting but still sharp, surprising, along with the grip on his neck loosening that sends Jisung over the edge. He blacks out. His thighs won't stop trembling, abdominal muscles pulled tightly and whole body rigid as he coats his own stomach, Chan's hands are suddenly gone. Jisung hiccups, tears flowing as he frantically tries to bounce himself against Chan, barely able to lift himself, resorting to falling back against Chan's chest, eyes rolled back as his hands come up to grip his own hair. He couldn't stop.
''Baby,'' Chan's voice was far away, his hands wrapping around Jisung's wrists, carefully easing them away from the boy's hair and bringing one up to his lips, pressing loving kisses to his knuckles. Jisung was still gasping for hair, head spinning and tummy trembling. A few tears trickled down, caught by Chan's gentle fingers as he hugged the boy closer to him. ''Baby, baby. My pretty baby,'' he praised, pressing kisses over the red skin of Jisung's neck. ''My perfect boy.'' Jisung's heart was beating violently against his chest, loud in his ears but Chan's hands were holding him and caressing him so gently, with so much love and care put behind every little touch. He was safe and loved and good.
''Let me see you,'' Chan murmured, carefully maneuvering Jisung's shaky legs until the younger boy was curled up against his chest, arm behind his back supporting him, drawing mindless circles against it. His free hand pushed Jisung's messy hair out of his eyes, smoothing it out the best he could before wiping away the tears from his blotchy cheeks, cooing softly. ''Are you with me, precious?'' he murmured, pressing a loving kiss between the younger's brows that finally prompted Jisung to let his lids flutter open.
His eyes were still blurry, glazed over and sparkly but not so far away. He cracked a small smile and his heart soared when Chan rewarded him with the brightest one of his own. ''There you are. My little love,'' the words were pressed against his lips in the sweetest kiss. Jisung sniffled, hand coming up to take a hold of Chan's, giving it a squeeze. ''Love you,'' he whispered, knowing his voice would crack if he were to say it any louder. Chan only held him closer, feeding him with sips of water, a mini chocolate bar he had lying on his table and endless praise.
''You were so good, baby,'' Chan breathed, smiling softly as Jisung nuzzled against his chest, hugged his hand closer to his body, now the one pressing kiss after kiss against Chan's knuckles.
''I love you so much, you were so, so good for me. Are you feeling okay?'' And this was like Chan. The fussing over them, the doting, the endless care and love he poured into them. Jisung doubted there would ever be a place he feels more okay in then he does when he's in Chan's arms.
''I'm okay, hyung,'' he nodded, peering up at the older, a shy smile curled on his lips when he's met with Chan's soft gaze. ''I feel so, so good. You always treat me good.''
''You deserve nothing else, Sung,'' Chan muttered, pressing another kiss to the boy's head.
A beat of silence, just them basking in each other's warmth. ''What about you, though?'' Jisung asked then, small pout on his lips as he wiggled his hips slightly, feeling the semi hard cock underneath. He giggled when Chan's breath hitched.
''Later, when we go home,'' Chan said once he recovered, now his turn to grin at the younger in his arms. Jisung swallowed.
''We still have to watch the video with the rest of the boys.''