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The studio was dark except for the warm glow of the console lights and the low amber wash from a lamp in the corner. Vinyl records lined the shelves, posters of artists Jay had worked with plastered along the walls, proof of how far he’d come. He was “Producer Park” to the world now, but to Jungwon—standing in the doorway with arms crossed—he was still just Jay, the man who never remembered to put his socks in the laundry basket.

“Finally decided to come home?” Jungwon’s voice was sharp, but his smile betrayed him.

Jay swiveled in his chair, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “I was… finishing something. You know how it is.”

Jungwon arched a brow. “Three weeks of late nights, and you didn’t think maybe I’d notice?”

The bite in his words was real, but Jay caught the softness underneath—the way Jungwon’s arms stayed folded, hugging himself like if he didn’t, he might run across the room and melt into him immediately.

“I missed you,” Jay admitted quietly, voice dipping low as he leaned back in his chair.

That was all it took. Jungwon’s composure cracked, and he stepped further in, letting the door click shut behind him. He glanced at the empty wine glasses abandoned on the console shelf. “So. You poured drinks and didn’t invite me?”

“I was waiting for you,” Jay murmured, standing now, tall frame casting shadows in the lamplight. He reached past Jungwon, brushing close, and plucked the unopened bottle from the table. “You want me to pour?”

Jungwon rolled his eyes, but he tilted his chin up stubbornly, lips twitching. “What I want is you to make it up to me. You’ve been treating everyone like royalty these past few weeks—artists, labels, strangers online asking for tracks. What about me, hm?” He poked Jay’s chest with one slim finger, voice dipping playful. “When do I get the princess treatment?”

Jay chuckled, low and rough, catching Jungwon’s hand before it could retreat. He laced their fingers together, his thumb brushing over Jungwon’s knuckles. “You already do. Every second. But if you want me to prove it…” He leaned down, lips brushing against Jungwon’s ear, voice nothing more than a warm whisper. “Let me.”

Jungwon shivered, the air between them shifting—thickening, sweetening, charged like static. His bravado wavered as Jay’s hand slid from his fingers to the curve of his jaw, tilting his face up.

“Jay,” he breathed, trying to sound exasperated but failing when it came out soft, almost pleading.

Jay kissed him then—slow at first, like testing if Jungwon would push back. But Jungwon didn’t. He grabbed the front of Jay’s shirt and pulled him closer, deepening it, making it messy, desperate. Weeks of missed touches, late-night phone calls, and half-hearted “goodnights” poured into that kiss until Jungwon broke it with a gasp, forehead pressed against Jay’s chest.

“You don’t get it,” Jungwon murmured against him, voice muffled. “I hate how much I miss you. I hate how you make me wait.”

Jay’s arms circled him tight, one hand splayed across the small of his back, pressing him flush. His other hand tangled in Jungwon’s hair, tilting his head back just enough to meet his gaze again. “Then stop waiting.”

Jungwon’s laugh stuttered, half-nervous, half-thrilled, as Jay’s lips ghosted down to his throat. “You think you’re smooth, don’t you?” he whispered, though his hands fisted tighter in Jay’s shirt.

“I know I am,” Jay murmured against his skin, voice dark with a grin that Jungwon could feel more than see.

The studio air grew warmer, heavier, their bodies flush as the wine sat forgotten on the table. Jay lifted Jungwon effortlessly onto the edge of the console, Jungwon’s knees parting instinctively to pull him closer. The soft glow from the equipment flickered across their faces, painting the moment in gold and shadows.

Jungwon kissed him again, harder this time, and when he pulled back, breathless, he whispered against Jay’s lips: “Then prove it.”

Jay’s hand slid up Jungwon’s thigh, steady, reverent, as his lips found his again in a kiss that promised to answer every ache, every tease, every longing silence from the past weeks.

The hum of the console filled the silence, faint and steady, but it was nothing compared to the sound of Jungwon’s uneven breathing as Jay pressed him back against the desk. His shirt tugged askew, buttons already half undone from Jay’s impatient fingers, leaving pale skin exposed to the studio’s dim glow.

Jay’s mouth traced down his throat, open and hot, dragging a sound out of Jungwon he couldn’t swallow fast enough.

“Jay,” he breathed, the word breaking, fragile, like it cost him everything to say. His hand fisted in Jay’s shirt, dragging him closer, as if proximity might calm the storm his body betrayed.

Jay lifted his head, lips swollen, gaze burning. “Say it again.”

Jungwon’s lashes fluttered, his teeth catching his lower lip before it slipped free. “Jay.” This time it cracked, raw, need threaded through it.

That was all it took. Jay kissed him hard, hungrily, one hand cupping his jaw while the other slid beneath his shirt, spanning the warm planes of his chest. His thumb brushed a sensitive spot, and Jungwon jolted, gasping into his mouth.

Jay groaned, low and rough, deepening the kiss until it turned messy—tongues sliding, teeth clashing, every drag of lips leaving them both dizzy. Jungwon clung to him, legs parting just enough for Jay to wedge closer, hips brushing, sparking heat that stole both their breaths.

“Princess treatment,” Jay murmured against his lips, voice wrecked, “means I worship every inch.” His hand skimmed lower, slow, teasing, until Jungwon’s back arched into the touch before he could stop himself.

“Shut up,” Jungwon rasped, but his fingers were already tugging Jay’s shirt over his head, nails scratching lightly across bare skin once it was gone. His palms pressed flat to Jay’s chest, sliding down, lingering at his sides, and Jay shivered despite the heat sparking between them.

“You drive me insane,” Jungwon whispered, eyes dark, mouth swollen, voice trembling with something that was no longer annoyance but need.

“Good,” Jay answered, and captured his mouth again, slower this time, deliberate, savoring.

Clothes tugged loose, careless—Jungwon’s shirt hanging off one shoulder, Jay’s belt undone with impatient fingers. Each layer that fell away left more skin, more heat, more shuddering breaths shared between them.

Jay pressed kisses along Jungwon’s collarbone, down the newly bared skin of his chest, tongue teasing, teeth grazing, drawing a sharp inhale that made him smirk against his skin. Jungwon’s hand shot up to his hair, gripping tight, not pushing him away but holding him closer, as if afraid he’d pull back.

“Jay—” His voice cracked again, breaking into something dangerously close to a plea.

Jay stilled, lifting his head. The sight nearly undid him—Jungwon flushed, chest rising and falling fast, hair mussed, shirt falling open, lips swollen and wet. Vulnerable, and beautiful, and his.

“Breathe, baby,” Jay whispered, pressing his forehead to his. “I’ve got you.”

Jungwon closed his eyes, exhaling shakily, and leaned up to kiss him again—slower, deeper, surrender hidden in the way his body melted into Jay’s touch.

Jay’s hand slid lower, gripping his waist firmly, drawing him flush against him. Their hips brushed again, harder this time, and Jungwon gasped into the kiss, his nails biting into Jay’s shoulders. The sound it pulled from Jay was low, guttural, swallowed between their mouths.

The studio filled with heat—the rustle of clothes, the scrape of skin, the soft broken sounds neither could suppress. Jay’s lips returned to Jungwon’s neck, his chest, leaving marks in places only he would see. Jungwon’s fingers dragged along his back, desperate, restless, as if anchoring himself against the swell of sensation.

When Jay finally pulled back, both of them panting, his voice was rough, dark with hunger. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Jungwon’s eyes opened, glassy, defiant even now. “Don’t you dare.”

Jay laughed, breathless, and kissed him again, pouring everything into it—every unsaid word, every unspent hour of longing.

The music stayed silent. The city blurred away. And in that studio, with shirts discarded and skin pressed close, they unraveled each other in slow, burning devotion—until the rest of the night disappeared into nothing but heat, gasps, and their names whispered like promises.

The console was solid under him—cool metal, a jarring contrast to the heat pooling low in his belly, igniting with every press of lips, every touch that skimmed too close to where he wanted it.

Jay’s hands were everywhere—grasping his hips to drag them flush, tracing the lines of his ribs, ghosting across his sides. Jungwon squirmed, half from the ticklish sensation, half from the frustration of wanting those hands _lower_, pressing closer, taking what they both knew he was offering.

“You’re teasing me,” Jungwon accused breathlessly, his nails scraping down Jay’s bare back. “And I’m about to murder you if you don’t stop.”

Jay laughed against his mouth, soft and warm, the sound vibrating between them. “You love it.”

“I do,” Jungwon admitted, but his hands tugged at Jay’s belt again, impatient, demanding attention. “But I’ll love it more if you—” His breath hitched as Jay bit down softly on his neck, distracting him. “If you—”

Jay pulled back, eyes dark with desire but a playful glint still there. “If I what?”

Jungwon’s glare was halfhearted, his lips still parted, breathing shallow. “If you stop acting like you don’t want this as much as I do.”

Jay’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing Jungwon’s lower lip, following the curve. “I always want you. Never doubt that.”

Jungwon shuddered, the touch sending electricity through him. He bit down gently on Jay’s thumb before pulling it into his mouth, tongue swirling, watching as Jay’s eyes darkened further, his breath catching.

“Then show me,” Jungwon murmured around his thumb, voice husky, a dare and a promise all at once.

Jay’s other hand gripped his hip harder, fingers pressing into the bone, grounding. “Keep looking at me like that,” he rasped, “and you won’t be walking straight tomorrow.”

Jungwon’s laugh was a breathless, broken thing. “Is that a promise?”

“Always.” The word was a vow, rough and thick, before Jay’s mouth met his again.

The kiss was deeper, hungrier, a battle of tongues, of breaths stolen and reclaimed. Jungwon’s hands scrambled down Jay’s chest, nails dragging, not to mark but to feel—muscles shifting under skin, the shudder that ripped through Jay when he found just the right spot.

“Off,” Jungwon demanded against his lips, tugging at the waistband of Jay’s slacks, already unbuckled but still annoyingly in place.

“Pushy,” Jay mumbled, but lifted himself up enough to shove the slacks down, leaving him in just his boxers, which were equally demanding attention, straining against the fabric.

Jungwon’s gaze flicked down, then back up, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“I’m lucky I’m hard,” Jay corrected, nipping at his jawline, and Jungwon’s laugh turned into a gasp as Jay rolled his hips forward, pressing against him where he lay half-undressed on the console.

The console. In the studio. Where anyone could walk in.

The thrill of it hit Jungwon like a punch to the gut, sharp and dizzying. His hands gripped Jay’s shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper, as if that might anchor him against the rush of sensations.

“You going to tell me to stop again?” Jay whispered, his lips moving along his jaw, down to his ear, teeth tugging the lobe before he added, “Or are you going to beg me not to?”

Jungwon arched, his shirt still partially on, now bunched above his nipples, exposing them to the cool air. Jay’s thumb brushed over one, and Jungwon bit back a moan that still escaped, embarrassingly high.

“Fuck,” he breathed, fingers twisting in Jay’s hair. “Just—don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”

“Good.” Jay’s voice was a low rumble against his skin. “Because I don’t intend to.”

His mouth found Jungwon’s chest, lips closing around a nipple, tongue hot and teasing. Jungwon jerked, his head falling back as his hands clutched at Jay, holding him there, needing more of that wet heat, that perfect pressure.

“Jay,” he gasped, and the sound of his name seemed to spur Jay on, his other hand sliding up Jungwon’s thigh to where his trousers were already uncomfortably tight, his cock straining against the zipper.

“Let me,” Jay murmured against his wet skin, pulling back just enough to look at him, to ask permission without words.

The air felt too thick to breathe, or maybe that was just his lungs forgetting how to work. Jungwon managed a nod, a sharp jerk of his chin, and Jay’s smile was everything—soft, reassuring, hungry.

“Good boy,” Jay breathed, and the words alone made Jungwon whine, a sound he’d be embarrassed about later but couldn’t care about now.

Jay’s fingers worked deftly, opening his trousers, sliding the zipper down with agonizing slowness. Jungwon lifted his hips impatiently, and Jay obliged, tugging both trousers and boxers down to his knees, leaving him exposed.

“Sensitive?” Jay asked, his hand trailing light, teasing patterns on Jungwon’s inner thigh.

“Yes,” Jungwon hissed, trying to pull him closer, but Jay resisted, keeping that maddening distance.

“Tell me what you need.”

“You. Just you.”

The confession tumbled out, raw and unguarded, and Jungwon would have blushed if he hadn’t already been flushed from desire. Jay’s gaze met his, and there was something so open there, so honest, that Jungwon felt stripped bare in more ways than one.

“I’ve got you,” Jay whispered, and then his hand was on him, wrapping around his cock, squeezing just enough to draw a broken moan from Jungwon.

The stroke was slow at first, almost lazy, a teasing exploration that had Jungwon panting, hips bucking up into the touch.

“Jay,” Jungwon breathed, head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut. “Please, I need—”

“I know,” Jay murmured against him. “I know what you need.”

The strokes grew firmer, more deliberate, Jay’s thumb brushing over the head on every upward glide, spreading precum, heightening the sensation until Jungwon was writhing on the console, one hand fisting in Jay’s hair while the other gripped the edge so tight his knuckles turned white.

“Look at you,” Jay’s voice was low, reverent. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

Jungwon’s breath hitched, a sound dangerously close to a sob catching in his throat. No one had ever looked at him the way Jay did—like he was precious, like every gasp, every shiver was a gift.

The rhythm picked up, Jay’s hand moving faster now, tighter, and Jungwon couldn’t stay quiet even if he tried. The studio echoed with his breathy moans, with the slick sound of Jay’s hand, with the low, encouraging noises Jay made against his skin as he kissed and nibbled along his collarbone.

“Close?” Jay asked, though the answer was obvious in the way Jungwon’s legs shook, in the tightness of his grip, in the sounds spilling unchecked from his lips.

“Y-yes,” Jungwon stuttered, eyes squeezing shut.

Jungwon came with a cry that echoed through the studio. Jay’s name spilled from his lips in a broken, breathless chant, his body arching up off the console as pleasure washed over him, drowning out everything but sensation.

He was dimly aware of Jay gentling his touch, hand slowing as Jungwon rode out the last waves of his orgasm. The cool air of the studio felt like a shock against his overheated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of Jay’s body pressed against him.

Jungwon collapsed back, chest heaving, and turned his head to bury his face in the crook of Jay’s neck. “Fuck,” he mumbled, the word muffled and indistinct.

Jay laughed softly, pressing a kiss to Jungwon’s temple. “Good?”

“That was—” Jungwon broke off, shivering as a particularly strong aftershock trembled through him. “That was… fuck.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Jay’s voice was warm with amusement, his hand stroking gently up and down Jungwon’s side.

Jungwon managed a weak swat at his arm. “Shut up. You know you’re good.”

“The ego grows,” Jay teased, but there was a touch of something softer in his tone, a quiet satisfaction that Jungwon could hear even in his dazed state.

With a groan, Jungwon pushed himself up on his elbows, peering blearily at Jay. “Your turn.”

“My turn?”

Jungwon nodded towards the obvious tent in Jay’s boxers. “You. Me. Now.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “Demanding.”

“Princess treatment, remember?” Jungwon shot back, but his voice lacked any real bite, too sated and floaty to manage much beyond a half-hearted pout.

“Of course.” Jay’s smirk softened into something warmer, gentler. He brushed a strand of hair back from Jungwon’s forehead. “What does his highness desire?”

Jungwon pretended to consider, tapping a finger against his lips in an exaggerated pose. “Hmm… I want…” He grabbed Jay’s wrist and guided his hand back to his cock, which twitched at the touch. “This. In my mouth.”

Jay’s breath hitched audibly, his pupils dilating. “Jesus, Jungwon.”

“You’re the one who called me ‘princess’,” Jungwon reminded him, already tugging at Jay’s boxers. “Now get these off.”

With a low laugh, Jay obliged, sliding his boxers down and off while Jungwon watched with undisguised hunger.

“Like what you see?” Jay asked, a touch of uncertainty creeping into his confidence.

Jungwon didn’t answer with words. Instead, he shifted his position, getting off the console and kneeling before Jay, reaching for him, pulling him closer by his hips. Jay’s cock brushed against his cheek, hot and heavy, and Jungwon turned his head just enough to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip.

“Fuck,” Jay breathed, his hands going to cradle Jungwon’s face gently. “Look at me, okay?”

Jungwon met his gaze, holding it as he parted his lips and took Jay into his mouth. The taste of him, the weight on his tongue, the way Jay’s eyes fluttered shut before reopening, half-lidded and burning—Jungwon savored it all.

His own body responded to the show, to the power of having Jay like this—breathing hard, hips twitching with the need to thrust deeper. Jungwon’s cock, only minutes ago fully spent, twitched in interest.

“You’re killing me,” Jay murmured, his thumbs stroking along Jungwon’s cheekbones. “And you’re getting hard again, aren’t you?”

Jungwon hummed in affirmation, the sound vibrating around Jay’s cock. Jay cursed under his breath, hips jerking forward before he regained control.

Reluctantly, Jungwon pulled back, a line of saliva connecting his lips to Jay’s cock before breaking. He licked his lips, tasting them both. “Finish in my mouth,” he said, voice rough. “I want to taste you.”

Jay’s control snapped. With a low groan, he slid both hands into Jungwon’s hair, fingers tangling in the strands. “Jungwon…” It was half warning, half desperate plea.

Jungwon took him deeper in response, bobbing his head in slow, deliberate movements. His tongue pressed against the underside of Jay’s cock, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head.

“Shit,” Jay hissed, his hips moving in small, aborted thrusts that told Jungwon just how close he was.

Encouraged, Jungwon picked up the pace, one hand steadying Jay’s hip while the other fondled his balls gently. He could taste the precum leaking onto his tongue, salty and bitter, and he found he didn’t mind it at all—loved it, even, because it was Jay.

Jay’s breathing turned ragged, his grip in Jungwon’s hair tightening just to the edge of pain. “Jungwon, I’m—”

Jungwon sucked harder, taking him as deep as he could, and Jay came with a guttural cry, spilling down Jungwon’s throat. Jungwon swallowed around him, pulling every last drop from him until Jay gently pushed him away, oversensitive.

For a long moment, neither spoke. Jungwon licked his lips again, catching any remnants, and Jay watched him with an expression that was somewhere between awe and reverence.

“You…” Jay started, then seemed to lose his words.

Jungwon smiled up at him, soft and sated. “Yeah.”

Jay leaned down, kissing him deeply, not seeming to care about the taste on Jungwon’s tongue. The kiss was slow, lazy, a celebration of what they’d just shared rather than a prelude to more.

When they finally parted, Jay brushed a thumb over Jungwon’s swollen lips. “I love you.”

Jungwon’s heart swelled, pushing back the words before they could reach his lips. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Jay’s neck and pulled him into another kiss—deeper, hungrier, all the things he couldn’t say aloud.

Jay’s arms slid under Jungwon, lifting him effortlessly. Jungwon made a noise of surprise, his legs wrapping around Jay’s waist on instinct as he was carried across the studio.

“To the couch,” Jungwon mumbled against Jay’s shoulder, too blissed out to form more complex instructions.

“Bossy,” Jay muttered, but he was smiling, his fingers splayed possessively across the small of Jungwon’s back as he walked them to the worn leather couch in the corner of the studio—an afterthought, there for when he's exhausted—or clearly for moments like this.

Those couch cushions had borne witness to Jay’s stress-induced meltdowns, to late-night pizza parties celebrating a track finally coming together, to band members crashed out after giving their all to a recording. But now, as Jay laid Jungwon down across its length, it became something more intimate—a stage for just the two of them, a space where the world beyond the soundproof walls ceased to exist.

Jungwon propped himself up on his elbows to watch Jay, who stood at the end of the couch, eyes raking over him hungrily.   The studio lights cast shadows across Jay’s bare chest, highlighting the contours of muscles still tensed from their earlier activities.

“Enjoying the view?” Jungwon teased, his own gaze appreciative as it traveled from Jay’s toned abs to the sharp cut of his hip bones.

“Always,” Jay replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through Jungwon.

Jungwon shifted, feeling the cool leather against his back, a stark contrast to the heat building low in his belly again. He reached for Jay, grabbing his wrist and tugging him closer. Jay came willingly, straddling Jungwon’s thighs as he leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss.

The angle was new, different from their usual, and it sparked something primal in Jungwon—a need to dominate, to claim. He slid his hands up Jay’s sides, nails lightly scratching before flattening his palms to feel the breadth of him.

Jay broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his eyes darkening. “You keep that up and I won’t last long.”

“Who says I want you to?” Jungwon challenged, his fingers ghosting over the trail of hair leading downwards. “Maybe I want to ride you until you’re begging.”

A visible shudder ran through Jay, his breath catching. “Fuck, Jungwon.”

“Yeah?” Jungwon’s smirk was pure wickedness as he rocked his hips up, feeling Jay’s hardness pressing against him. “That’s what I thought.”

In one smooth motion, Jungwon flipped them, reversing their positions so that Jay lay beneath him, the leather creaking softly under their weight. Jay looked up at him with a mix of amusement and desire, his hands coming to rest on Jungwon’s hips.

“Someone’s feeling ambitious,” Jay murmured, thumbs tracing small circles on the bare skin of Jungwon’s hipbones.

“You have no idea,” Jungwon replied, sitting back so he was straddling Jay’s thighs.

Naked now, they moved against each other with a newfound freedom, each touch more deliberate, more intimate. Jungwon’s hands explored the expanse of Jay’s chest, fingers tracing old scars and new freckles alike, committing every inch to memory. Jay, in turn, let his hands roam over Jungwon—up his thighs, along the curve of his ass, teasing touches that promised more.

The air around them grew heavier, charged with unspoken words and unmet needs. Jungwon could feel Jay’s cock pressing against him, hard and insistent, and his own arousal responded in kind, aching with the desire to be filled, to be taken apart and put back together by these hands, this mouth, this man.

“Do you—” Jungwon started, then hesitated. “In your desk… lube?”

Jay’s laugh was a quick burst of air. “Top drawer. Left side.”

Jungwon stretched to reach the desk beside the couch, opening the drawer with one hand while the other steadied himself on Jay’s chest. He rummaged blindly, fingers closing around the familiar tube after a moment of fumbling.

When he turned back, tube in hand, Jay was watching him with open adoration. Jungwon felt a blush warm his cheeks, uncharacteristically shy under that gaze. He opened the tube with a soft click, the scent of clean linen and something indefinably Jay filling the air between them.

“Let me,” Jay said, his hand closing over Jungwon’s, stilling his motion. Their eyes met, and Jungwon saw his own nervous excitement mirrored in Jay’s gaze—a reflection of all the times they’d been here before, and all the ways this time was new.

Jungwon nodded, wordless, and Jay squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. The cool liquid was a shock against Jungwon’s heated skin, and he bit his lip as Jay’s touch ventured lower, teasing along his entrance before pressing inside.

“Relax,” Jay murmured, leaning up to press a kiss to Jungwon’s shoulder. “We’ve got all night.”

The first finger felt strange, a pressure Jungwon wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to. But as Jay worked it deeper, crooking just so, a jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he gasped.

“There?” Jay asked, repeating the motion with devastating precision.

“Y-yeah,” Jungwon managed, his head falling forward to rest against Jay’s. “More.”

Jay obliged, adding a second finger with a gentle stretch that had Jungwon hissing. He breathed through it, focusing on the sensation of Jay’s free hand stroking soothing patterns up and down his back.

“You okay?” Jay’s voice was soft, concerned.

Jungwon nodded against his shoulder. “Just… full. Good full. Keep going.”

Emboldened, Jay began to move his fingers in a slow, scissoring motion. Each glide brought new sparks of pleasure, and Jungwon found himself rocking back against the touch, chasing more.

“Another,” Jungwon panted, and Jay didn’t hesitate, adding a third finger with a careful stretch that bordered on pain before dissolving into pure sensation.

“Jay,” Jungwon moaned, losing himself in the rhythm Jay set—fingers curling, pressing, opening him up in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

“Perfect,” Jay breathed against his ear, teeth nipping lightly at the lobe. “So perfect for me.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through Jungwon, his cock twitching hard against his stomach. He reached down, wrapping a shaking hand around himself, stroking in time with Jay’s thrusts.

“Wait,” Jay’s voice held a touch of desperation. “Not yet. Want you to come on my cock.”

Jungwon’s hand stilled, a whimper escaping him. “Please, Jay. Need you.”

With a low groan, Jay withdrew his fingers, causing Jungwon to shudder at the loss. But then Jay was pushing him up, urging him to move backward, to straddle his hips.

The tube of lube made a soft squelching sound as Jay coated himself with quick, efficient strokes. Jungwon watched, transfixed, licking his lips at the sight.

“Ready?” Jay asked, hands guiding Jungwon’s hips.

In answer, Jungwon reached behind himself, holding himself open as he sank down onto Jay’s cock. The stretch burned, a sweet ache that melted into overwhelming pleasure as he took Jay inch by inch.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Jay gritted out, fingers digging into Jungwon’s hips hard enough to bruise.

Jungwon paused, breathing through the burn, but the fullness was exquisite, better than he’d imagined. When he finally bottomed out, seated fully on Jay’s lap, he let out a shuddering breath.

“Move,” Jay urged, rolling his hips in tiny, frustrated motions. “Please, Jungwon.”

Bracing himself with both hands on Jay’s chest, Jungwon lifted himself up before sinking back down. The friction was electric, sparks shooting up his spine at the drag of Jay’s cock against his walls.

“That’s it,” Jay encouraged, meeting Jungwon’s next downward motion with a thrust of his own. “Just like that.”

They found a rhythm, a push-pull dance as old as time but utterly new to them. Jungwon rode Jay with abandon, losing himself in the clasp of tight heat, the slap of skin on skin, the breathy moans that filled the studio.

Jay’s hands were everywhere—in his hair, on his hips, teasing his nipples—each touch sending Jungwon higher. When one hand wrapped around his cock, Jungwon nearly came undone.

“So good, fuck, I love you.” Jay panted, his eyes never leaving Jungwon’s face. “So beautiful riding my cock.”

Jungwon whimpered, unable to form words, his entire being focused on the point where their bodies joined. His body felt like it was on fire. His muscles burned, his cock ached, and still he moved, driven by a need he couldn’t name.

Jay’s hand on his cock matched the pace of their thrusts, thumb swirling over the head on each upstroke. Jungwon was a mess of sensation, caught between the overwhelming pleasure of being filled and the building pressure in his balls.

“I’m close,” he gasped out, fingers clawing at Jay’s chest.

Jay met his gaze, eyes intense. “Together,” he promised, his own breathing ragged. “Wait for me.”

Jungwon nodded jerkily, his rhythm faltering as he fought back his impending orgasm. Jay took over, thrusting up into him with powerful snaps of his hips, hand working Jungwon’s cock mercilessly.

The sound of their pleasure filled the studio—moans, grunts, the wet slap of skin against skin. It was animalistic, raw, a claiming as much as a joining.

When Jungwon came, it was with a shout, his body arching as he spilled between them. Jay wasn’t far behind, burying himself deep with a groan that sounded like it was torn from his very soul.

In the aftermath, they stayed joined, bodies trembling with the force of their release. Jungwon slumped forward, resting his weight on Jay’s chest, too spent to move.

After long minutes, Jay stirred beneath him, a hand coming up to stroke through Jungwon’s damp hair. “You alive up there?”

Jungwon responded with a grunt, too boneless to form proper words.

Jay chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into Jungwon. “Stay here, I’ll grab something to clean us up.”

Jungwon made a noise of protest as Jay lifted him off, their connection breaking with a wet squelch. But Jay was true to his word, returning moments later with some tissues to gently clean them both.

They both gathered their clothes from the floor and got dressed, the quiet of the studio wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Jungwon considered heading back to the apartment, but something held him in place, seated next to Jay on the couch, their thighs brushing, bodies still cooling from the heat of their shared moments.

The silence between them wasn’t empty—it was companionable, a rare, easy kind of quiet that only comes after sharing something profound.

Eventually, Jay spoke, his voice low and soft, breaking the stillness. “I meant what I said, you know. I do love you. And I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise.”

Jungwon turned, meeting his gaze. The sincerity in Jay’s eyes made his chest tighten, and the words he’d been holding back bubbled up effortlessly.

“I love you too,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “And I know. I just… I need you to remember sometimes, okay? That it’s me and you in this, always.”

Jay smiled, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss to Jungwon’s lips. “Always,” he whispered in reply.

Jungwon broke away slightly, voice softening with curiosity. “So… how much do you have left?” He rose and walked over to the desk, eyes scanning the screen as if it held the answer.

“Just four more tracks and this album will be done. The boys are coming in tomorrow to hear them. I think they’ll like what I’ve added to their ad-libs,” Jay said, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.

Jungwon paused near the couch, a small, teasing grin tugging at his lips. “You know… I could just stay the night. Sleep on the couch while you finish the tracks. Keep you company.”

Jay laughed, a little surprised, and cupped Jungwon’s face in his hands, squeezing his cheeks gently. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, voice warm and soft, eyes sparkling with affection.

Jungwon chuckled, leaning into his hands. “You’ll never know how much you do.”

Jay shook his head, still smiling. “No, it’s okay. I can finish them tomorrow. Let’s head home.” He pulled Jungwon into a tight hug, holding him close for a moment longer than necessary, letting the comfort of each other’s presence settle around them.

As they finally stepped out of the studio, hands intertwined, Jungwon rested his head lightly against Jay’s shoulder, a soft, contented sigh escaping him. Jay glanced down, brushing a kiss against the top of his hair, and murmured, “Home’s better with you anyway.”

Jungwon smiled, squeezing Jay’s hand. “Always,” he whispered, and together they walked into the night, the city lights flickering around them like a promise that no matter the work or the chaos, they had this—each other.