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Alas, Jisung's attempt of bribing Chenle failed.

'So much for calling Chenle "hyung" solving everything…' he thinks as he's being driven to Chenle's house. Ultimately, the company had gone through with the manager episode after seeing how popular the idea was with the fans. Chenle had already spoiled the schedule to the fans during one of his lives, even talking about how he wanted to "torment" Jisung.

Unfortunately, he was the one to be selected as the manager first, since Chenle had already planned out his whole day out whereas Jisung had basically nothing but a question mark on the top of his head. It's not like it was his fault, majority of his days were spent filming while the remaining were filled with resting at home.

Chenle's already at the pick up point when they pull up, holding his basketball by his side. He passes it to Jisung while getting in the car, immediately starting up on a tangent about what the plans were for the day. He gives Jisung another run down of what he has planned, even including some ideas from the fans' comments from when he went live.

They end up talking so much that they barely notice that they've arrived at the basketball court in no time. Jisung moves to sit on the benches, playing his role of being a water boy and cheering him on. Why Chenle wanted to play at this time was beyond him, but he sits patiently watching him play and encouraging him. He tries his best putting together whatever basketball knowledge Chenle had imparted him with, using all the basketball lingo he knows whenever he sees Chenle make a shot.

He takes out his phone to check his messages, the screen dimming itself and making it evident as to just how hot it was. The sun was shining down harshly on them, their shadows almost non-existent. It makes him decide to head to the nearest convenience store to buy a drink for both him and Chenle (and definitely not because he wants to secretly cool off in the air-conditioning).

The chill of the convenience store immediately brings him bliss, making him linger by the fridges while taking his time to pick a drink. It's not like Chenle will complain that he's taking so long, especially if he brings his favourite pocari sweat. He makes some conversation to the camera he's holding, mostly just descriptions of what he's doing and how he feels. But it doesn't matter because the more he stalls, the longer he gets to enjoy the comfort of the air-conditioning, and the editor will cut out any boring parts of the vlog anyway.

Well, that was until Chenle calls him, quickly asking for him to get back before Jisung could even ask what he was calling for. He grabs the drink and a chocolate bar, paying before making his way back to the court. The cashier seems to vaguely recognise him, but he brushes it off and leaves before Chenle scolds him for taking his time.

"Took you long enough, let's play 1v1," Chenle says as soon as Jisung is back in sight. The sweat made his bangs stick to his forehead, and Jisung can only wonder how he isn't overheating right now in this weather. He could already feel the stickiness of his skin when he wasn't even playing, let alone if he were to join in.

Jisung questions, "what?" A little confused to how he suddenly got roped into this.

"It's just for fun! Don't let your height and hands go to waste."

Jisung gives in but only on the condition that Chenle takes a short break first before they start, getting him to rest in the shade before he gets a sunburn from just how pale he is.

The game goes as expected, but Jisung does have a little edge with his height. Yet, it's no match for Chenle's skills, with him making two and three-pointer shots like it was a breeze. Jisung, on the other hand, stumbles through it, aiming to block Chenle rather than to actually score any points. He's long accepted his fate of losing the game, instead trying to minimise the damage in terms of his score. By the end of it, the score was 31-5. Surprisingly, Jisung managed to buck up and score some shots when Chenle missed, using his height to his advantage since his aim wasn't that good.

They sit on the bench, rapidly breathing and their chests heaving while they calmed down. Chenle's phone chimes when the manager texts them, informing him that their car was already there to pick them up to send them back home.

They both alight when they finally reach Chenle's apartment, but Chenle simply tells him to wait at the lobby of his apartment, saying, "okay wait for me downstairs, I'll text you and come down when I'm done."

Jisung's only thoughts are question marks, "what? You're really gonna make me wait downstairs?" He looks at Chenle like a kicked puppy, disappointment written all over his face. It almost makes Chenle change his original plans, but this was the time for him to get some rest and relax away from the camera. It was all a part of his scheduled plan, why should he change his mind now?

"Yea, I'll be back before you know it," he says, turning around to enter the elevator before Jisung could get another word in that'll make him waver in his stance.

He goes on to cook lunch, but the look Jisung gave him keeps distracting him. He's already messed up thrice, having to make quick amendments lest the food gets ruined. A glance at the clock tells him it's already been 30 minutes, causing him to wonder if Jisung was really still waiting for him downstairs. He tries to rationalise his actions, it's not like it was the first time he's asked Jisung to wait for him. But on the other hand, he is cooking for Jisung too, so maybe he should've just invited Jisung up to eat with him.

He continues his internal back and forth until the oil splatters from the pan after he sets the heat too high, too stuck in his thoughts to pay attention. It's the thing that pushes him to finally grab his phone, opening Jisung's chat to text him a "fine you can come up".

Before he knows it, the familiar tune of his door lock sounds, accompanied by the barks of Daegal. He turns his head, seeing the smile of the very person occupying his thoughts accompanied with the iconic blue bag of Chagee standing at the entrance of his kitchen, "got your favourite boya milk tea."

"Were you just waiting outside the whole time?" Chenle asks, confused at how Jisung managed to enter his house seconds after sending the text.

Jisung replies, "of course not, I knew it'd be a matter of time before you gave in so I headed to Chagee to buy it for you first. Good thing the queue was short." He walks off to place the bag down on the dining table, "you're more predictable than you let on, you know." There's a slight snicker that comes out of Jisung that Chenle barely catches, but it annoys him anyway and almost makes regret his actions. Jisung continues, "anyway, what are you cooking? Did you make me some?"

Of course he did, curse Chenle and his need to care for Jisung. He was going to pack it and bring it along with him, but that's no longer the case since Jisung was here now. No wonder the fans say he fell harder. But why they even thought that was beyond him, it's not like he likes (loves) Jisung that much. He swears that he's been keeping it under the wraps well, how could they notice? Maybe they should become detectives if they're this good at pointing out even these small, minute details. Oh well, that's a problem for later him, he has to worry about feeding Jisung now.

"I guess… I'm making stir fry"

The footsteps of Jisung walking back could be heard, a teasing tone coming out of him when he asks "ehh, stir fry? Were you thinking of me while making the dish too?" Chenle dares not face him, already knowing that Jisung definitely has a look on his face that matches his tone. He hadn't realised that he'd subconsciously cooked one of Jisung's favourite dishes without him even being there until Jisung had pointed it out.

Chenle tries to get rid of Jisung as quickly as possible before he says or does something he's not meant to, saying "as if, I like it too. Go and set the table I'm almost done."

"Okay chef!" He replies, moving to set the table and finally leaving Chenle alone, letting the kitchen fall back into the peacefulness from before Jisung had arrived.

"We can leave at maybe 4? I'll go shower first," Chenle says when he gets up from the sofa, bored of lazing around for any longer.

There's a strange look on Jisung's face when he looks at him, Chenle could already tell that the next thing that'll come out of his mouth wasn't going to be a good one.

"We can shower together to save time."

He's quickly proven right. However, he just shakes his head, not wanting to say anything before Jisung got any other weird ideas, muttering, "who wants to shower with you?" under his breath as he heads to the bathroom.

Despite there being no verbal response from Jisung, the footsteps made it evident that he was following him. In the time it took for him to reach the door, Jisung was already kissing him and pushing him into the bathroom. Well, it's not like Chenle had said no to Jisung.

The bathroom door wasn't even closed when Jisung placed him on the countertop by the sink, the chill of the marble sending a shiver up his spine. Jisung had taken off their clothes, throwing them onto the floor outside. His hands caressed Chenle's body, with Jisung about to lean in to kiss him again before he was quickly interrupted by Chenle.

"Jisung, I'm cold…" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around his neck, finally getting Jisung to close the door. He carried Chenle to the bathtub, turning on the shower. The small space was quickly filled with steam as the hot water ran down their bodies. Jisung reached for the soap bottle to shampoo Chenle's hair, his hands threading through the dark strands.

As Chenle was about to do the same for Jisung, he grabbed both of Chenle's hands. "Wait, let me finish showering you first," he said as he continued on, lathering soap around Chenle's body. The way his hands were moving on his body was almost too much for Chenle, especially with how ticklish was. He couldn't help but squirm a bit when Jisung's hands ran up and down his chest, with Jisung remarking, "Chenle, you're so soft, it's cute" with a smile.

He reached out to Jisung's stomach to hold it for leverage (and maybe for other reasons, but he'll never tell). Unlike his, it wasn't soft at all, covered in muscles that he's all too familiar with, a sight that he sees often. It's his favourite after all, well deserving of his rating of 3 Michelin stars.

"Don't start anything you can't finish, Chenle," Jisung warned. The wet floor made it hard for him to keep his balance, making Chenle use it as an excuse, insisting on holding onto Jisung to stabilise himself. Why wouldn't he? Isn't it his right to be able to feel up his own boyfriend? He continued smiling up at Jisung coyly, thumbing at his abs.

But the next second, Jisung immediately grabs him, flipping him over and pushing him against the tiles of the wall. The impact caused him to hiss a little. He pushed against the wall with his arm, turning back around to face Jisung and glare at him. "The fuck? Are you crazy?"

Yet, Jisung just grabbed his arm, guiding it behind Chenle's back and placing it on his dick. Chenle hadn't even realised that he was hard, 'oh... so this was what he meant'. The light touch was enough to make Jisung sigh in satisfaction. His damp bangs were sticking to his forehead, causing him to use his other hand to flip it back, revealing his aggrieved expression. "I couldn't take it anymore, Chenle-ya." He slowly starts to move Chenle's hand that was wrapped in his, enjoying the slick slide of it.

Chenle tried to pull away, but it was no match for Jisung's strength. It was as if he had heard Chenle saying he wasn't that strong on live, trying to prove him wrong.

There was still some soap left on Jisung's hands, looking a little too similar to cum. He used it as lube, with 2 fingers entering Chenle quickly. Immediately, Chenle arched his back, his body welcoming Jisung's actions. Jisung pushed Chenle's own arm against his back, holding it in place as he moved his other hand in his hole.

The coldness of the wall rubbing against Chenle's nipples was making them erect, but he couldn't help but continue rubbing against it to get more friction. While fucking his fingers into Chenle, Jisung buried his head into the crook of his neck, kissing the squishy spot with his lips and licking it with his tongue. Chenle felt the sudden hardness of teeth, quickly reminding Jisung, "no… no marks… we still have to film later…" and interrupting his actions.

Although it felt good, the pleasure wouldn't be worth it when he has to cover them up or when he gets scolded for the nth time just because Jisung couldn't help but mark him. Sometimes, it does feel like Jisung was a little similar to Daegal, trying to bite and leave marks all over him as if he were claiming him, just like how she still bites Chenle whenever she feels like it.

Jisung just let out a hum, moving down to his back instead, leaving hickeys that'll be covered by his clothes later. It's like his skin was a canvas for him, with him being the rightful artist despite his art skills saying otherwise. The marks were haphazardly placed, but it doesn't matter, it's not like anyone else was going to see it anyway.

He inserts a third finger, thrusting them in and out while asking, "do you like this?" The action causes Chenle's whimpers to turn into moans. When he turns his head, he could only catch glances of Jisung's face and upper body. Jisung wasn't even looking at him, his gaze fixated on Chenle's butt. Usually he'd enjoy the sight and reach out to fill him up, but this time it was just so annoying how Jisung was trying to get a reaction out of him.

But he didn't have time to think about it, a wave of pleasure spreading throughout him as he cums against the wall with a cry, his thighs trembling as he was about to give out. Trying to maintain his footing, he clung onto the ledge that held his soap bottles, panting away. Jisung continued holding onto his arm, preventing him from falling as he withdrew his hand.

He grabs Chenle's shoulders, turning him around to face him again and kissing him under the shower. The sounds of their kissing reverberating in that small place, mixing with the sound of the water falling. Jisung switched the shower off without looking, trying to stop the water from getting into their mouths. Chenle gets pushed up against the wall, with Jisung sucking against Chenle's tongue, evoking a whine that gets swallowed down. The space was so hot, the combined feelings making Chenle's senses hazy.

He hadn't even realised when they separated, the only signal being Jisung's hands coming up to brush his bangs back and kissing his forehead. Chenle thought it would've been the end of it, about to step out of the bathtub shakily. However, Jisung's grip on his arm didn't let him, causing Chenle to look at him with a raised brow. He asked, "what? You're not clean enough?"

His words was only met with Jisung replying, "stand in front of the mirror." He paused, giving Chenle a little more time to think about it before continuing, "I want you to see what you look like while I fuck you."

Before Chenle could get a word of refusal in, Jisung was already moving and pushing him against the sink countertop. The mirror was foggy from their shower, but Jisung just used his hands to wipe it off. The sight of his face almost shocked him, his whole body was flushed red and his hair was a mess as if he hadn't even showered in the first place. Jisung noticed his lack of response, saying, "if you really don't want to do this we can stop, I just wanted to show you how beautiful you look."

However, Chenle only wordlessly pushes back against him, trying to avoid Jisung's gaze in the mirror. Jisung just happily takes his ass in his hands, squeezing and kneading the roundness before getting even more soap to slick his cock up.

The mirror couldn't hide any of his reactions, especially when Jisung parted his legs, making Chenle brace against the cold counter with both hands. Jisung could only smile, "you like this too, don't you? It's why you always watch your own fan-cams right? Or maybe why you watch my fan-cams too, hm?" He slides in, slowly letting Chenle adjust.

Chenle blushes in response, trying to rebut, "as if you aren't smiling behind the scenes while watching me perform. I still remember how you zoomed in on me while I was filming challenges." This was why Chenle couldn't get why their fans thought he liked Jisung more when it was so obviously Jisung instead, maybe one day he should tell the fans that and get them on his side.

"I'm not the one that's always getting caught by the fans, especially since I'm not the one admitting that I watch the fan-cams of my boyfriend. Maybe you have to go take some lessons on hiding and secrecy, I'm sure the company offers them for the trainees," he says while starting to thrust into Chenle.

The fullness of his dick makes the pain slowly turn into pleasure, his head constantly facing down as he moaned Jisung's name. He didn't want to look up and face how he looked like, especially when it was like this, only feeling Jisung pounding back and forth into him relentlessly.

"Whatever, you're just mad I'm not the one always getting caught staring," he replies in a weak attempt at trying to win the argument.

Jisung just thrusts a little harder on the next one, making Chenle moan loudly again while digging his fingers into the countertop. "It doesn't matter what the fans think when I've got you like this under me, all slutted out doing anything I want," he says with a smirk.

He feels the roughness of Jisung's hair rub against his ear again, his head resting on his shoulder while looking into the mirror. His fingers grab Chenle's chin, forcing him up to look at his reflection in the mirror. It was almost like seeing another him, nearly unrecognisable. It barely mattered though, Chenle was practically seeing stars behind his eyes with how rough Jisung was moving.

"Don't you think you look pretty? Should we film this for the episode too? It was a part of your schedule, wasn't it? I even remember the fans commenting how I should wash your hair, they must be anticipating this shower segment too." He moves to kiss the tip of Chenle's reddening ear. He thinks that the fans have hit the mark with choosing his animal as a cat, if the way Chenle turns his head to bite his cheek in retaliation says anything. Even though he had no strength to leave any marks that would hurt, Jisung just played along and pretended to be hurt so Chenle would be appeased. "Oww, don't bite me kitty."

"It's hyung to you, manager Jisung. And isn't this breaking the rules then? Since when could company employees date their idols? Should I report you?" He was finally meeting Jisung's eyes, albeit only looking like an annoyed kitten.

Quickly catching on to Chenle's strange "game", he replies, "I guess we'll have to keep it a secret huh, hyung?" He continued thrusting into Chenle, the heat pooling in his stomach. His hand was brought up to comb Chenle's hair again, as if trying to groom him so he could properly see himself. He looked absolutely wrecked, his skin was still so flushed, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to catch his breath, and his body was littered with marks.

Jisung wasn't even looking at him anymore, instead looking down at where they're connected once more. He gripped onto Chenle's hips which Chenle just knows will definitely leave marks and that he'd have to wear an oversized shirt for lessons later. He cursed at Jisung internally, but couldn't bring himself to tell him to stop because it felt so good. His body kept swaying unsteadily, with him ducking to hide his head.

Again, his attempt at hiding was futile, with Jisung pulling his hair to face the mirror. It wasn't forceful nor did it hurt, but because he was so tired from standing, he couldn't resist. The sting of it sends tingles to his brain, like some form of neurological response to his pleasure.

Finally their eyes met in the mirror, the hungry look in Jisung's eyes almost making him look away. He didn't dare lower his head again, clenching around Jisung instead. Jisung took in the view, with Chenle wrapped so nicely around him. The next thing he knew, Jisung was spilling into him, with Chenle following suit right after at the feeling.

They stand there for a while, breathing heavily while Chenle's legs feel like jelly again. Jisung moves to pull out, with cum dripping from his hole onto the floor. He couldn't help but stare at it, it hadn't even been that long since they last had sex but it felt like there was more than usual.

"Stop staring and clean me up, Park Jisung!" Chenle's loud voice interrupted his thoughts. He sheepishly carried Chenle into the bathtub, cleaning him out before filling it up with water to properly give him a bath this time. The water was still warm, aiding Chenle in relaxing his muscles. Jisung cleaned up the bathroom of any stray cum first, before squatting by the tub to meet Chenle's eyes.

"Can I join you again…" he asked, although a little guilty and afraid at provoking Chenle any further.

Chenle just crosses his arms, looking away with a hmph. "I don't know, I wonder who's fault it is that we ended up like this, manager-nim." He felt a little wronged, wanting to curse at Jisung and kick him out, ending the episode at their lunch segment. It was all because of his little stunt that he was like this, with his legs aching more than when he was playing basketball.

"Sorry…" Jisung replies, trying to muster up a pout in an attempt to defuse the situation. It seems to work, if the way Chenle moves forward to make some space for Jisung behind him says anything. At least he's never wrong about Chenle having a soft spot for him.

He gets in swiftly before Chenle could change his mind, getting the soap to once again bathe Chenle. Their legs were entangled due to the size of the tub and their heights, awkwardly crossing each other. Jisung can't help but trace over his marks again, admiring his artwork. Too bad it would be covered up later, but maybe if he's lucky Chenle wouldn't notice the faint one on his neck from when he first tried to leave marks.

"What are you doing?" Chenle asks when there's only the feeling of a single finger instead of Jisung's hands.

He just replies with a smile, "admiring my canvas."

"You're so annoying, you're lucky I just bought a new concealer to hide these marks. You're worse than Daegal, at least she doesn't leave any when she bites me."

"But you left me a mark too…" he trails off when Chenle turns his head. Jisung's body was practically as bare as possible, not even a single blemish from Chenle at all.

"Where? You're such a liar."

Jisung just points at the barely there faint teeth mark on his cheek from where Chenle bit him. It was like he's trying to purposely rile him up, how could his minor bite mark compare to the number of marks on his back? The water splashes as he immediately gets up, not even wanting to reply to his attempt at annoying him. But before he could step out, Jisung already raised his hand to take Chenle's in his, "I'm joking, I'm joking, don't get mad Chenle hyung." He was using his hyung card again, knowing it'll fix almost every situation with Chenle quickly, evidently working if the way Chenle just sits back down proves anything.

Jisung doesn't bother trying to joke anymore in case Chenle gets angry at him again, just wordlessly rinsing the soap off the both of them. He gets out first, lifting Chenle onto the sink and blow-drying his hair since he knows how much Chenle hates doing it. He dresses Chenle with whatever oversized shirt he hadn't seen him wear in a while, while putting on his previous outfit once more.

"Do you wanna cancel the lesson or shall we still go?" Jisung asks when he looks at his phone, seeing that their manager had texted them asking if they were ready to go.

Chenle looks up from where he's playing with Daegal, holding a squeaky toy up high for her to bite, replying, "let's just go, we still have to film content for the fans." Despite his words, there's a small limp in his step when he goes to grab his tote bag, and Jisung can only hope that it'll be gone before they reach.

Jisung simply sits by the chairs of the cramped space of the practice room during Chenle's lesson, nothing he hasn't experienced. One could even say that he was accustomed to cramped spaces since he seemed to spend a lot of time in them, especially today.

He's always been a fan of Chenle's voice, enjoying listening to it no matter what. He's never met anyone as passionate as him after all, going for numerous vocal lessons just to improve even though in Jisung's eyes he's already the best.

His voice is basically like a lullaby for Jisung, and coupled with the physical activities he'd done prior, he started to nod off. Just as quickly as he'd fallen asleep, he was jolted awake by Chenle walking over and nudging him.

"I ordered food, can you go and pick it up please? I texted you the details already."

Wordlessly, Jisung gets up to head to the lobby to pick up the order, internally thinking about whether this is how their managers feel when they have to spend hours doing essentially nothing.

The plastic bag sat abandoned by the front desk, Jisung quickly checks the receipt to make sure it was right before taking it and walking back to the practice room. There's a slight thought to call Chenle and tell him that his delivery is on the way, but he didn't dare to disturb his peace especially with how focused he'd looked when Jisung left.

He takes his time walking back, knowing that Chenle wasn't in a rush anyway and would probably only eat when he's on his break. If he's lucky, he might even get to steal a bite or two without him noticing. Following that idea, he sneaks off to the pantry, speaking into the camera on his plan, acting as content for the vlog once more.

Unbeknownst to him, a figure sneaks up behind him, only using his nails to lightly scratch the back of his neck. The sensation immediately makes him jump up, the chair legs screeching against the floor. He's more surprised that he got caught so quickly than scared, quickly turning to face the perpetrator. The satisfaction of scaring Jisung was unmistakable, a barely suppressed smile showing on his face.

Before he can even get a word out, Chenle already starts talking, "seems like someone is stealing my food here."

There's nothing that Jisung could do to defend himself, especially since he was caught red-handed. His eyes dart around the room, trying to come up with something off the fly. "Um… I was just taste testing your food, quality checks to ensure the best for you."

Chenle looks at him unamusedly before replying, "sure… if you're hungry just eat it, there's enough for the both of us. I'm ending in 5 by the way, wait for me here then we can leave, okay?" He ruffles Jisung's hair before turning on his heels, leaving without waiting for his response.

By the time they finish Chenle's lesson and their filming, the sun had long set. The moonlight pouring in from Chenle's windows before he turns on the light as they enter his house. Even though their day was less packed than usual, it somehow felt more tiring. Jisung just trudges to Chenle's room, telling him he'll take a short nap before dinner.

Chenle hums in acknowledgement, deciding to do his own bubble live to spoil some content for the fans. It's what he always done anyway, you could even argue that it was his "thing". Not even their real manager stops him anymore, something he prides himself on.

He gives the fans hints on the next episode of chenji's this and that, a vague outline of Jisung's episode from whatever ideas Jisung had in mind. He of course spoils his own episode, talking about how much fun it was to tease Jisung. He goes off on his never-ending list of topics, jumping from his next schedules to behind the scenes TMIs.

When he switches the live off, he finally gets up, walking to his room to wake Jisung up and ask him what he wanted to eat. He was met with the sight of Jisung laying on his bed and playing a game on his phone. Usually, he wouldn't be surprised, Jisung had always acted as if he was a second occupant of his house. But this time he was still dressed up in his manager outfit, having not changed to one of his numerous clothes that he's kept in Chenle's closet.

At first, when Jisung picked him up with his plaid shirt that he can never seem to get rid of and his glasses that he had deemed a "fitting choice" for being a manager, Chenle had just thought that he looked silly, especially with the little grin on his face when he greeted him. But now, it felt different. Jisung had unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt, the dim lighting of his room emphasising the dip of his exposed collarbone. The veins of his arms were exposed from where his sleeves were rolled up. Chenle's dinner plan was long forgotten, instead his thoughts being replaced with how good Jisung looks.

Before Jisung knows it, Chenle is already moving to straddle him, leaving teasing touches on his collarbone. Jisung can only look at him confusedly, asking, "what are you doing…?"

"Do you even know how good you look…" he says, hands starting to unbutton Jisung's shirt. Jisung looks down as he watches Chenle's hands move, his glasses about to slip down the bridge of his nose. Chenle's actions are so smooth it's almost as if he's rehearsed this, not even stumbling on any of the buttons before finally reaching the last one, the sight of the expanse finally greeting him. Only then did he finally look back up at Jisung, silently asking him for permission.

It's almost a well known fact that Jisung can't say no to Chenle, and especially not in situations like these. He quickly moves to remove the rest of his clothes, with Chenle following suit too. Their clothes fall to the floor, laying in a messed up bunch. Jisung's about to remove his glasses before Chenle places a hand on his, stopping him from doing so, simply saying, "keep them on" and he knows better than to go against Chenle's words.

Jisung trails his hands on Chenle's body, feeling its softness. He moves to suck a mark on his neck, finally not being confined to only places that weren't visible. It practically traps Chenle, making it harder for him to move anywhere.

Chenle lightly pushes him away, stretching over to his nightstand to grab the lube that hasn't been kept away ever since he's started flying to and fro China because of a certain someone. There's barely any resistance thanks to their previous happenings in the afternoon, with three fingers easily making its way in his hole.

He quickly moves to spread the remaining lube onto Jisung's dick, positoning his waist above it. He isn't usually this proactive, but the sight of Jisung with glasses is just really, really bewitching. Jisung lets out a moan when Chenle finally sits himself fully on him, crying out, "Chenle hyung you feel so good."

"You know, I really like your voice," Chenle says out of nowhere, but Jisung isn't all that surprised. He'd seen his messages after all.

"Yeah, saw it on your bubble last time."

"Weirdo, why are you even subbed to my bubble."

Jisung rebuts, "you seem to forget that you were subbed to mine last time."

"Of course I remember, Jisung oppa," Chenle replies smugly. He knows how much these honorifics turns Jisung on, evident with how Jisung immediately thrusts into him.

Chenle's hands immediately find their way onto Jisung's abs, trying to halt his actions. "Stop, wait, don't do that yet. I'll do it myself."

Jisung listens, moving to kiss the marks he'd previously left instead. Chenle began to move his waist, placing his hands on Jisung's abs for leverage. He moved up and down quickly, causing sticky and lewd sounds when his butt would hit against Jisung's thighs. It makes Jisung's breath quicken, his cheeks flushed a red that could match Chenle's.

He was still mouthing away at Chenle's chest, making Chenle grab his face to look up at him. "You like this, huh."

"I like anything you do," he replied, his voice a little hoarse from his moans. There's a strange look in Jisung's eyes when he's staring back up at him, making Chenle shy away a little, trying to look elsewhere to avoid Jisung's attention. However, Jisung just grabs the back of Chenle's nape, pulling him down to meet his lips. His other hand moves to thumb at Chenle's nipples, making him whine during their kiss. It's a little messy, what more with Chenle continuing to move, but Jisung slides his hand down Chenle's body to his ass, helping him move faster.

He usually enjoys riding Jisung, getting to control how fast or intense he wants it to be, but what he doesn't enjoy is how tiring it is especially when it's already been a long day.

Chenle gives out before he even cums, laying his head on Jisung's shoulder from exhaustion, prompting Jisung to ask, "is it my turn?" His hand grips at Chenle's thigh, pinching the soft flesh on the inside before stroking along the smooth skin while waiting for Chenle's response

He only replies with a hum, leaving marks on Jisung's body. Jisung places his feet on the bed for better leverage, starting to thrust in and out. His hips move deep in him, the pleasure making Chenle dig his nails into Jisung's back. The dull pain from it simply encourages Jisung to move even faster. He grips at Chenle's waist, his big hands enveloping it and emphasising just how small it was in his hold. He moves Chenle to meet his thrusts, practically using him without a care in the world.

The intense pleasure shooting up his spine makes Chenle whimper right in his ear. Jisung reaches down to fist at Chenle's cock to help him, stroking him off in time with his thrusts. His stomach immediately flexes the moment he feels Jisung's touch. Despite the air-conditioning being turned on, his touch ignited a fire within Chenle. He's leaking pre-cum on Jisung's abs, but that was the least of his problems when he finally cums on it.

Jisung gives him a minute, waiting for Chenle to catch his breath and calm down. When Chenle finally sits back up properly to look at Jisung, his glasses are sitting askew. It makes him giggle at how silly he looks, taking his glasses and putting them on instead, asking, "how do I look?"

Nothing would've made him anticipate Jisung's next actions. Wordlessly, Jisung flips him over, pinning him beneath him. He starts to move, closely watching Chenle's expressions. It was almost like he was eating up with his eyes, with Chenle bringing an arm to cover his face in an attempt to avoid his gaze. It doesn't do anything to muffle his moans though, the sound reverberating across the room.

"You look really cute hyung, let me see you," he finally replies while grabbing Chenle's arm away. Although any position could be considered pleasurable, he still prefers it when he gets to face Chenle like this. He gets to see any expression he makes, how his face and neck burns red from shyness every time he compliments him. "What do you think? Should we film this again too?"

"Is this some kind of kink I don't know about? What's with you and wanting to film us?" He replies, a sour tone coming out. However, the redness of his ears gives him away, especially when he clenches around Jisung at the thought of it. He does love being on camera after all.

"I don't know… your body seems to be telling me something else," he reaches for his phone from where it was haphazardly thrown when they started, "what if I film it on my phone instead? Just for us."

The gears in Chenle's head seem to move as he thinks, before he gives a nod in response. But Jisung shakes his head, "words, I won't do anything you don't want to."

"Yes, I agree. Is that what you want? Should I go and write up a contract for you?" He says annoyedly at how he has to admit that he wants to do it too. Jisung just smiles at him, swiping to the camera app. He sets his phone at the foot of the bed, making sure the angle catches the both of them and quickly pressing the red start button afterwards.

It's their first time ever filming themselves, making Chenle a little shy at the thought of the camera watching him. Despite him being an idol and having multiple cameras watch him all the time and sometimes even when he's sleeping, it feels so different when it's filming him like this.

"Manager-nim could you please help me?" Chenle asks as he continues his little roleplaying game once more. Jisung starts moving again, his hand pressing into the bed beside Chenle's head. The warm orange glow spilled from the nightstand, casting a soft glow on their bodies and how they overlap, but it barely does Chenle any justice to just how good he looks whenever he's like this. Jisung can barely make out how he looks if it weren't for the fact that they were only centimetres away, with him moving right above Chenle.

Jisung musters up the closest voice to what he had put on while filming, trying to keep up with Chenle's act, "anything else you need, Chenle hyung?"

"Yea, move a little faster, won't you?" He tries to rile up Jisung in an attempt to get a reaction out of him, yet it seems to work out poorly for him. Jisung grabs at his leg, hooking it around his waist before quickly thrusting into Chenle. The speed and angle was making him brush against his sensitive spots, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.

"I told you to stop doing that," Jisung says almost immediately, taking his hand in his to intertwine their fingers and kissing the back of it. He leans down further to kiss his lips, continuing to move inside him. It's not going to take him much to be pushed over the edge, what more with the sight of Chenle laying like this under him.

Chenle seems to share the same thought, moving his hand all over to feel Jisung up, touching his abs, chest, and whatever other muscles he can get his hands on. The smile Chenle has at simply touching him is enough for Jisung to internally thank himself for his efforts of going to the gym.

He finally cums inside Chenle once again on a particularly tight clench by Chenle, burying his dick deep inside him with a moan. When he pulls out, he reaches out for his phone, bringing it directly to face Chenle. "Look at my smart little kitty," he teases. He moves the phone down, shamelessly spreading Chenle's ass and recording how it continued to leak his cum, dripping out onto the sheets.

Annoyedly, Chenle takes the phone and flips it to face Jisung instead. He tries to get back at him with a half-assed "now I finally have proof that you like me more, anything else you'd wanna say to the fans?"

It doesn't work on Jisung though, simply smiling at his attempt and saying, "yeah, I do love you more," before quickly ending off with a "Jisung bye, eung~" as if he were filming for a schedule. He takes his phone, placing it to the side before letting himself fall on Chenle, wrapping his arms around him in a hug.

Chenle just lets himself be enveloped by Jisung, although a little indignant that his attempt at teasing him didn't work out. He brings a hand up to ruffle his hair after a while, "let's go shower, we haven't even eaten dinner yet." Jisung slowly lifts his head, finally moving to sit up.

He picks his phone up again, fingers entering his passcode. "How about we just order delivery? We can shower while waiting for it." His thumb hovers above the blue logo of his baemin app, the brightness of the screen making it illuminate.

Although Chenle usually wouldn't agree, he was too spent to even think about saying no. He nods his head, with Jisung ordering their usual before throwing his phone on the bed. "We have an hour before it arrives," he says while standing, dragging Chenle along with him to the bathroom to clean him up.

When Jisung places him down in the bathtub, the first thing Chenle quickly says is "no funny business." Chenle still couldn't forgive him for whatever he had pulled in the afternoon, warning him before Jisung tried anything again. He could only smile sheepishly at Chenle before getting in and bathing him.

By the time they're done and dressed, the delivery man finally rings the doorbell. Jisung goes to pick it up from the doorstep, not wanting Chenle to exert himself anymore. They chatter off about this and that, even properly planning Jisung's version of the manager episode.

"So what I'm hearing is that you call me hyung the whole time?" Jisung asks.

Even though he wasn't looking at Jisung, he could hear the joy in his voice. Chenle replied, "don't let it get to your head."

When they finally head to bed, Jisung just snuggles closely to Chenle, wrapping the blanket tightly around the both of them. "So I guess you did do all the fans ideas in the end, too bad you didn't film it."

"You want me to record you doing aegyo for all the fans?"

"Well I'm sure they'll be interested in me washing your hair."

"Yeah and I'm sure they'd love to see you call me hyung even more."

Jisung only pouts, poking his finger into Chenle's cheek. It doesn't matter what the fans want to see as long as Jisung gets to have more shared moments like this with Chenle (even though he’ll banter endlessly with him). He rests his chin on the top of his head, leaving a kiss. "Goodnight, Chenle hyung."

"Goodnight, Jisungie."

When Chenle wakes up from his long and very much needed rest, it was already 12 pm. Jisung wasn't in bed anymore, the space on his bed making itself prominent when he looks over. It's a little disappointing, usually he'd at least wait till Chenle wakes up to kiss him goodbye before leaving. 'Maybe he had a schedule today?' he thinks as he tries to justify Jisung's actions.

Well that was until he heard a yip from Daegal outside his door, he trudges himself out of bed, ending his sulking. (Although, he does make a mental note to "scold" Jisung over text for not waiting for him or at least telling him that he's leaving.) As he reaches for the door handle, the door swings open before he even gets to it, with Jisung carrying Daegal making an entrance.

"Woah careful! We were in the living room but Daegal missed you too much, I didn't want to bother your sleep since I woke up earlier. You know how she is, I couldn't say no to her. I've already fed her breakfast? Or lunch? I don't really know what it's considered in dog terms, but just know she's fed so don't worry. I hope I didn't wake you… but she kept pawing at the door and I didn't know how to make her stop." Jisung rambles before Chenle even gets a word out. Nevertheless, his actions warm his heart. He's probably looking up at Jisung with some lovesick look right now, but he couldn't care less.

Wordlessly, he takes Daegal from Jisung's hands, placing her on the floor. She paws at his leg, like a toddler asking to be carried. However, instead of reaching for her, Chenle wraps his arms around Jisung's neck, quickly leaning in to kiss him. It catches him off guard, almost stumbling at the force, but he quickly wraps his arms around his waist and reciprocates the kiss.

It should be a little disgusting, with Chenle's morning breath and the lingering taste of whatever Jisung had eaten for breakfast, but neither of them care, continuing to make out. That is, until Daegal decides to make her presence known once more and barks loudly, putting a stop to their little show in front of her. They both look at Daegal who's now looking up with puppy dog eyes, laughing at her trying to act innocent.

"I think we forgot about something," Jisung says.

"Mmm yeah," Chenle replies as he traces one of Jisung's marks, eyes not leaving him at all. He finally bends down to face Daegal, asking her, "how about we go on a walk later?" and those were the only words she needed before running to the door, waiting for them to take her out.

Jisung is about to walk after her before Chenle grabs his wrist, pulling him back to the bed and kicking the door closed with his foot. He moves to straddle him, about to lean in to kiss him once more. However, Jisung places a hand on his chest to stop him before he can even do anything, "what about Daegal?"

Impatiently, Chenle moves to leave another mark on Jisung's neck while replying, "she can wait another five minutes, she owes me for all the other times she's made me carry her during all her walks."

Despite his highly flawed logic, Jisung just goes along with it, finally giving him the kiss that he wanted. Chenle sighs into the kiss, pushing him into the mattress. Jisung's hands rest at his waist, fingers circling the jut of his hip bones. Meanwhile, Chenle's hands are instead settling on his arms, making Jisung intentionally flex them to show off his gains from the gym.

It started as a close lipped kiss, but quickly changes when Chenle's tongue poked at his lip, asking for permission to enter. Jisung parts his lips, but pushes into Chenle's mouth instead, licking the inside of his mouth and sucking on his tongue.

Another bark sounds across the door, interrupting them again. Chenle tugs at Jisung's hair to stop the kiss, his lips almost following Chenle's when they part with a string of saliva connecting them. They both giggle at Daegal's urgency, like owner like dog, and finally get up to change.

Guess it was time for Chenle to walk both his puppies.