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It all started when Soonyoung begged him for months to start going to the gym with him. He had a friend, he said, who was a personal trainer and they could all meet up and work out together. Wonwoo wasn't sure why Soonyoung loved working out with all his friends, but he figured he could make him happy at least once and then he'd leave him alone. It wasn't like Wonwoo hated working out; he liked doing it by himself, listening to his music, and most importantly, alone.
However, the day he followed Soonyoung into the gym they both had a membership at was the last time Wonwoo had ever worked out alone, because he was bewitched by Soonyoung's friend.
His name was Jihoon. He was handsome, short, and had an insanely hot body. It made sense why he was a personal trainer: his arms and chest looked so huge Wonwoo was sure he could pick him up with ease. He had black hair that reached up to his chin, and sometimes he pulled half of it up and tied it back with a hair tie he pulled off his wrist with his teeth. On those days Wonwoo couldn't concentrate - the first time it happened he almost dropped the dumbbell he was holding on his foot.
He was obsessed with him. That first meeting found Wonwoo a distracted, blubbering mess, but Jihoon didn't seem to mind, or even notice. While Soonyoung giggled at Wonwoo's stuttering words, Jihoon just looked him in the eyes with a firm expression on his face, always waiting for him to finish speaking and always taking him seriously. He spent most workout sessions leaving with a half-hard dick, since Jihoon was allergic to working out with a shirt on. Most of his nights now involved a very detailed fantasy where he licked the sweat that dripped off his chest.
Those fantasies used to feel so far away, though, when he only really saw Jihoon at the gym or after when they all went to get a post-workout meal. However, slowly he started to be more present in his life. It was easy - Soonyoung loved him, and wanted to include him in everything. Eventually, even his roommate Junhui formed an unlikely friendship with him, and in no time he was a constant fixture in his daily life.
Which is how he found himself in his current predicament. After talking about games together, Wonwoo impulsively invited him to his place to play a new horror game he'd been too busy to try by himself. Usually he played with Seungcheol, but he was on a trip with Jeonghan and told him to play without him. When he learned that Jihoon also liked gaming, he invited him over without really thinking. Jihoon tilted his head, looking up at him through his eyelashes, and after a moment of silence agreed. Now, he was in Wonwoo's room, sitting in his expensive gaming chair, expertly using his keyboard to navigate a terrifying map.
Not that Wonwoo had any idea what the game was about. The moment Jihoon walked in, in a tight black shirt tucked into insane black shorts, hair tied back, Wonwoo's brain was offline. He managed to invite him in, and maybe offer something to drink, if the soda next to Jihoon on the desk was indication of that. Somehow he turned his computer on, and blushed when they had to wait for the game to update in silence, before letting him play first by saying something that sounded like words. Jihoon was pretty into it, though, quiet and focused. Wonwoo wasn't even looking at the screen. He was too distracted by Jihoon's hands: they looked soft, but large, and his palms were so red Wonwoo wanted to see if they were hot to the touch. He wanted to know how they would feel around him.
He could feel his crotch tightening, and he switched positions, trying to keep his hard-on at bay. He looks up to find the game paused and Jihoon staring at him.
"Why did you stop?" He asks dumbly, trying to act nonchalant. He tries to put his elbow on the desk and misses by an inch. Instead he just puts his hands on his thighs.
"You're not watching." He shrugs, "I think you're distracted."
"It's fine, you can keep going."
Jihoon stares at him in silence, to the point that Wonwoo starts getting antsy. He has a heavy gaze. dark eyes pinning him in place, his expression completely still. Wonwoo fights the urge to say something, to explain himself, and instead feels his body grow hot from the way Jihoon was looking at him.
"We should have sex."
This time, Wonwoo's hands slip from his legs and he almost hits his head on his desk. He manages to grab it, his chair dangerously swaying, and stops from making a fool of himself any further.
"Wh-What?" He says, smartly.
"I want to, and I can tell you want to. So, why not?" Jihoon turns in the chair, abandoning the game completely, the creepy music still running even while paused on the menu screen. Almost unthinkingly, he spreads open his legs, showing off the way his shorts run up over his thighs. Wonwoo swallows against his dry throat, wishing he had grabbed some water for himself.
"I've wanted to, for a while." He mutters, looking at Jihoon's lips, and the way he licks them, before looking up at his eyes. They're even darker now, if it was even possible.
Jihoon nods, he seems to be thinking something over, but only holds his hand out to call Wonwoo over. He doesn't even hesitate, jumping from his seat to grab Jihoon's hand and stumble onto him. There is a moment where he doesn't know what to do, and there is not a lot he can guess from Jihoon's face, but he feels a pull in his stomach, his hands trembling from how much he wants to taste him. So he decides to do that, straddling Jihoon, grabbing his face with both hands, and leaning in to kiss him.
Immediately Jihoon's hands come up to his waist, one of them going underneath his shirt and touching hot skin. He kisses back enthusiastically, lips firm against Wonwoo's, he makes him slow down into his own rhythm, dizzy just from a few kisses. Jihoon starts moving his hand, tracing slow patterns into Wonwoo's back and leaving behind goosebumps. He coaxes open his mouth, and Wonwoo does so willingly. Jihoon's skin against his hand is soft and warm, blush high in his cheeks, and he can almost feel it against his fingertips. He moves one towards his hair, pulling slightly and making Jihoon slip out a little moan that sends electricity down Wonwoo's entire body. He whines, grinding against him, needing more. Jihoon grunts, and forces him to slow down again, repositioning their faces so they’re more comfortable. Wonwoo’s glasses push against his face, but he doesn’t even feel them, so focused on the way Jihoon’s lips taste. He brings up his other hand to cup his jaw, and Wonwoo presses his face against his rough, hot fingers, leaving a few kisses on his palm before turning back hungrily to his lips. He can taste the lingering sweetness from his drink on Jihoon's lips, and he is determined to drink it all up. Jihoon's hand trails towards Wonwoo's ass, pushing him closer, and Wonwoo grinds his hips again, feeling desperate for some friction.
Jihoon slows them down, giving him two last firm kisses, before staring intently at him. Wonwoo is putty in his hands, and he needs so badly to make him come undone, that he blurts out. "Can I blow you?"
Jihoon's eyes widen, and he feels satisfied that he managed to catch him by surprise at least once. He's trying so hard not to grind more against Jihoon, against the hard length he feels beneath his short's fabric. Wonwoo feels like a frayed wire. The moment Jihoon nods, he slips down, holding Jihoon's thighs and getting on his knees.
Wonwoo rubs his thighs, feeling the strong muscle jump beneath him. His dick is so hard against his pants it's starting to hurt. He presses the heel of his hand against it quickly to relieve some of his need. He's trembling, trying to fight against the urge to rub against his own hand, under Jihoon's hot gaze. He licks his lips, and leans in close enough to feel the heat from Jihoon's dick, which is already tenting tantalizingly in his shorts. He dips his hands under the hem of the shorts, feeling soft, supple skin, and Jihoon lets out a sigh. Wonwoo feels desperate to taste him, so he pulls his shorts and boxers down in one pull, just enough to free his dick. His mouth waters at the sight of it, and he wastes no time in licking a hot stripe from the bottom to the head. Jihoon groans, leaning his head back into the headrest of Wonwoo's stupidly expensive gamer chair. The fact that he is sitting in it, with his dick out, just makes Wonwoo feel crazier. He squeezes his legs, his own dick throbbing painfully, and takes Jihoon's head into his mouth. He twirls his tongue, making sure to wet everything, and dips his tongue into the slit. Jihoon jumps, clenching into Wonwoo's hair, and he moans loudly. He hums in response, closing his mouth and taking him in deeper.
"Ah," Jihoon pants, "S'good"
Wonwoo smiles, bobbing his head and trying to keep a steady rhythm. He takes one of his hands and grabs the shaft, stroking in time with his head. He can feel Jihoon trying to hold himself back from fucking into his mouth, and he is grinding into the air, desperately trying to find something to fuck against. He feels heady, drool dripping down the sides, mixing with the tangy beads of pre-come from Jihoon's dick. He swallows around Jihoon, feeling him jolt and barely hearing him curse. His head feels fuzzy, lost completely on the sensation of having him inside his mouth, almost to his throat. His glasses are foggy now, but he can’t even be bothered to stop and take them off. Almost like he’s reading his mind, Jihoon pushes them up so they're on top of his head, and he has more freedom to move. The musky smell of Jihoon pulls him in, and he pops off to kiss down the length into his hair, breathing him in. He drags a hand down to play with Jihoon's balls, fondling and squeezing him until Jihoon moans. He can feel his swollen lips slick with saliva, and he pumps Jihoon's dick while he locks eyes with him. Jihoon is looking at him with eyes barely open, dark eyes pinning Wonwoo in place and making him want to whine. He takes him in again, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue. Jihoon's moans get turned up, and Wonwoo makes sure to follow the movement of his hips as he starts losing control. He feels a tense coil low on his abdomen, his body moving with Jihoon's, feeling dazed from the way he was reacting to what he was doing. He hears Jihoon swear, and tap him rapidly on the side of his head, trying to get him to pull off. He hums, and closes his eyes, taking him deeper and increasing his movements.
When Jihoon comes, his entire body tenses and he goes quiet, as his cum spurts hotly into Wonwoo's throat. He tries his best to open his throat and swallow all of it, but has to pull off and some of it dribbles down his chin. He keeps pumping Jihoon, easing him through his orgasm, while he twitches and groans, grabbing onto Wonwoo's hair tightly. He feels shaky - the feeling of Jihoon's cum in his face and the taste of him down his throat, having his tense body react to Wonwoo's hand, the lingering smell of sweat and sex - his body jerks with his own orgasm, making him gasp and nudge Jihoon's leg with his forehead, breathing in the smell of his skin.
As he tries to catch his breath Wonwoo feels his entire body pulsing, melting right into Jihoon's lap, the only thing he can hear is loud static. He feels boneless. Eventually, he starts getting some feeling back, as Jihoon strokes his hair behind his ear. He feels his entire body flush and he hooks his chin in Jihoon's leg in order to look up at him. He feels breathless, looking at the flush high on his cheeks and ears, and a dazed look on Jihoon's eyes.
He smiles, and mutters, "Come here," before dragging Wonwoo up gently by his chin.
He follows up foolishly, lying limply against him, and gets drunkenly kissed. Jihoon's kisses, though, are still steady: he takes care of Wonwoo, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips, slowly bringing him down to earth. His hand trails down to the wet spot on Wonwoo's crotch, and he makes an interested chirp when he feels it, pulling back slightly to look down. Wonwoo barely has a second to feel embarrassed before Jihoon grins at him, eyes curving behind his smile, and it becomes a giddy feeling in his chest. He giggles, and searches for Jihoon's lips again.
After a while, the kisses slow down, and Jihoon frowns when he feels a cold gust of air on his softening dick. Wonwoo lets him pull his shorts up, and then goes quickly to the bathroom to clean his face. In the mirror, he can see his lips swollen and wet, his jaw red and splotchy. He can feel the heat in his stomach come back, his dick twitching in interest. He splashes water into his face and takes a moment to calm down and believe the last hour of his life. He puts his glasses back on, cleaning them quickly with his shirt. The world comes back into focus sharply, and he takes a deep breath before leaving the bathroom.
When he comes back, Jihoon has resumed playing the game, silently slaying an enemy on his screen. He pauses it again when Wonwoo walks up to him, sitting on the other chair and scooting closer to him.
"Uh-" Wonwoo starts, before being interrupted by Jihoon.
"This game is pretty bad."
"Oh, really?" He answers, feeling disappointed. The reviews were so good!
Jihoon nods, seriously. "You could've chosen a better game if you wanted to seduce me."
Wonwoo sputters, "I wasn't-!"
"But I really like you. I think you do as well."
"Yeah. So much. It's kind of embarrassing."
"I'll forgive your terrible taste in games, then. If I can choose the next one."
Wonwoo's chest feels like it is about to burst open, and he laughs loudly, Jihoon's eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm looking forward to it."