Another dream that had Jiyong waking up with beads of sweat painting his forehead, breathing coming out heavily, and painfully hard. He pushed his palm down on his crotch, kicking his legs off the side of his bed with a sigh, careful not to wake his cat in the corner of the room. His feet padded against the cold wooden floor as he made his way to the bathroom, a place he'd found himself living in soon if he kept waking up at five in the morning because of a certain Choi Seunghyun.

 

He pressed forward against the sink counter, easing the pressure from his before giving in and shoving his hand down the front of his boxers. Seunghyun's hands ghosting over his skin haunted him, almost to the point where he could feel his hyung cowering behind him, gripping at his hips and kissing his neck. He needed Seunghyun again and it had only been three weeks since the award show incident. He felt it would only get worse.

 

With a shake of his head, he his to full , no doubt thinking of Seunghyun's hand him to it. The shower was no better as Jiyong pushed three fingers into himself with eyes shut and lips whimpering the name of the older man. It was unbearable, in all honesty, and they hadn't talked about the whole ordeal because they thought it was best not to. 

 

He fell back asleep with a sort of uneasiness.

 

—

 

Knocking, that sounded off more like pounding, jolted Jiyong from his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and waited for the sound to happen again before finally standing from his bed and striding sleepily to his front door. And yes, of course, the man that had been running laps through his head for the last three weeks was at the door, smiling with plastic bags in his hands.

 

"What's this?" Jiyong asked, gesturing to the bags occupying Seunghyun's hands. Yet, he still opened the door wider, silently inviting Seunghyun in. He followed the hyung into the kitchen, watching him—mostly his hands—intently and waiting for some type of explanation.

 

"Your groceries." Seunghyun shrugged, beginning to empty out the contents of the bags and placing the items in their rightful spots around the kitchen. Jiyong nodded for a second then tilted his head in confusion.

 

"My groceries?" Jiyong questioned.

 

"Taeyang said he was over here last week and mentioned to me that you had zero food. So, knowing you, I knew you wouldn't be going out anytime soon and took matters into my own hands." Seunghyun's voice was low and smooth and soft as he spoke, physically making Jiyong shiver and grip the counter next to the bags. And the hands again, popping open one of the beers he'd bought and tilting it towards Jiyong in cheers, "Help me." He laughed, placing the bottle down and snapping Jiyong out of the trance of Seunghyun he was in.

 

They lounged in the living room afterwards. Seunghyun staring up at the ceiling and Jiyong watching as his adams apple bobbed every so often. And Jiyong couldn't help but let his mind wander, wander to the thought of how Seunghyun's hands would feel on him again. How Seunghyun would take him in the space they were in then. On the floor? Against the clear screen door? On the porch for everyone to see? Maybe just on the couch, pushing Jiyong down against it and ing him senseless—hopefully to the point where he couldn't form sentences or even words for that matter.

 

"Jiyong?" Seunghyun called and he was back, back to the harsh reality that Seunghyun wasn't touching him or ing him or even kissing him. He deeply wanted to kiss Seunghyun, to feel his lips move against his. Jiyong just hummed at him, too afraid of attempting to make words that might've not come out correctly.

 

"It's been three weeks." Seunghyun said.

 

Jiyong's eyes shut momentarily, the dreaded conversation that had finally caught up with him was something he didn't want to deal with, "You said you didn't want to talk about it and I don't think we—"

 

"Stop talking." Seunghyun chuckled, cutting him off. The command made Jiyong shiver but letting his guard down so easily made him feel weak and not in control. Though the sight of Seunghyun sitting up straighter in the chair and staring at Jiyong as if he were the last meal on earth and he hadn't eaten in years made tingles run up Jiyong's spine.

 

"I don't like being told what to do." Jiyong replied, crossing a leg over the other as if to hide the warmth spreading through his thighs.

 

Seunghyun gave him a tilted smile, one that knew all too much about what to say and how to push Jiyong's buttons, "I think you do." He said and it was such a Seunghyun thing to say, such a way to make Jiyong's stir and his heart pound out of his chest because Seunghyun had that much power over him.

 

Jiyong's mouth opened then shut, he had nothing to say to that.

 

"Jiyong." Seunghyun's voice rang out again, he leaned back in the chair and smiled at the man with a tilted head, "Get in my lap." And Jiyong complied almost too immediately, standing from the couch on jelly legs and crawling into Seunghyun's lap, bracketing the mans hips with his knees.

 

And the moment Seunghyun placed his hands on Jiyong's hips, he was gone, attempting to lean forward to catch Seunghyun's lips in a kiss but he'd pulled away from Jiyong, smirking at him, "Miss me?" He taunted and Jiyong just wanted to scream, yes, every single inch of you.

 

"Let me kiss you." Jiyong whined, moving in just close enough for their noses to brush together. Jiyong finds this too soft and too loving and he doesn't want to get himself attached but the feeling had already swept over him when he settled in Seunghyun's lap and it felt too good to get rid of. He let Seunghyun decide when to close the distance, which happened to be just after he spoke.

 

The feeling was everything Jiyong had been yearning for and needing and wanting and he believed he could possibly get off just by Seunghyun's arms wrapped around his waist and his lips moving against his own. But, it was all a bit too much, all of Jiyong's senses clashing together to take in everything that was Seunghyun had him pulling away and pressing their foreheads together, all while Jiyong began rocking his hips down against Seunghyun's crotch.

 

"God, you're so pretty." Seunghyun mumbled, hands traveling down to Jiyong's and gripping tightly, making him move slower and teasingly trailing his lips across Jiyong's jawline. It was something Seunghyun knew would make Jiyong squirm, by the amount of times he'd touch his own jaw lightly when he believed he wasn't being watched and during the last three weeks, Seunghyun noticed that Jiyong had touched his own neck multiple times with eyes shut. It was the solum effect Jiyong had on Seunghyun that made them both terrified.

 

"What're you thinking?" Jiyong asked.

 

"I kinda want to you again." Seunghyun mumbled nonchalantly.

 

"Kinda?" Jiyong asked as he pulled away with a pout.

 

"I could say what I'm actually thinking but, that seems a bit too rated R for you, Jiyongie." Seunghyun teased.

 

"Try me." Jiyong challenged.

 

"For the last three weeks I've jerked off to the thought of you about a million times. Different scenarios each time, of you on your knees for me, or you on your back, or on your hands and knees, or in lace. Christ, the thought of you in lace had me coming in record time." Seunghyun's grip on Jiyong had gotten tighter then, connecting their lips again in a harsh and dirty kiss, one that meant, I really can't wait any longer, I have to have you now.

 

"Ah, Hyung is a lace loving type of guy. I'll keep that noted for next time." Jiyong mumbled against his lips, the rocking of his hips getting rougher, "But, right now, I can get on my knees for you." He suggested, maneuvering himself from off of Seunghyun's lap and settling on the floor, looking up at his Hyung with a wicked smile.

 

His dainty hands made work of Seunghyun's jeans, popping the buttons open and pulling the zipper down, he sat up on his knees to get closer to Seunghyun's face while pushing his hand down the front of his tight jeans, pulling his throbbing from them. He kissed Seunghyun then, the mans and feeling him shiver against the light touches. And somehow, Jiyong had him wrapped tightly around his finger—he knew it the second Seunghyun's hand ghosted over his wrist.

 

But then, Seunghyun gripped Jiyong hair, pushing him down to his . Yet, Jiyong didn't think twice, opening his mouth and the tip with ease then engulfing as much as he could in one go, the bit he hadn't reached with his mouth. And it was so dirty, watching Jiyong—leader of BIGBANG, his bandmate, his best friend, and his possible lover— his as if he'd been doing it for years. He knew the spots that made the grip Seunghyun had on his hair get tighter.

 

"I really need to you." Seunghyun said out of pure bliss at the sound of Jiyong's mouth slipping off his . He smiled towards the ceiling lazily as Jiyong thumbed at the waistband of his own pajama bottoms, waiting for Seunghyun to say something—or really to tell him what to do—Seunghyun stood and the way he towered over Jiyong gave him the sense of some of the control he'd felt he lost.

 

Seunghyun's hand took hold of Jiyong's neck and he squeezed the inked wings tightly that occupied the sides of his neck—that Seunghyun laid his fingertips on—as he pulled Jiyong close, breathing him in, "I can't decide how I want you first." He mumbled, his eyes scanned Jiyong's face and his hand squeezed the warm neck, making both their stir.

 

"Well, hurry up and decide because I need you to me." Jiyong mumbled, no matter the situation, he always spoke his mind—attempting to take control.

 

 “Can you handle it?” Seunghyun asked, making Jiyong scoff and his fingers circled the wrist of the hand that held his throat.

 

 “Of course I can.” Jiyong said.

 

And Seunghyun was close again, eyes shut and forehead pressed against Jiyong's, breathing deeply, "And if I can’t stop? Because, when I start, I might not even want to stop." He truly was pent up with ual frustration because of Jiyong and that made Jiyong feel proud of himself for causing such a feeling to Seunghyun. But, of course, Jiyong came first—Jiyong always came first to him, no matter what.

 

"Then don’t." Jiyong whispered, “I won't want you to.” And then there was the manhandling after his words, Seunghyun moving his hand from its position on Jiyong's neck to the back of it and forcibly turning him around. They made the short distance to the larger couch, and Seunghyun pushed Jiyong down onto it, his face against the cushions and Seunghyun settled behind him.

 

Seunghyun's hands scrambled to push Jiyong's bottoms down and he pushed his between the willing cheeks, shuddering at the familiar feeling and smiling to himself. He then pushed two fingers into the wet hole, feeling Jiyong shiver under his touch as his fingers gained speed to prep him. His fingers slipped deliciously into Jiyong, the feeling sweet and savory and Jiyong was squirming in no time.

 

"Hyung, please. Just me." Jiyong said, pushing back against Seunghyun's fingers roughly.

 

Who was Seunghyun to refuse a needy Jiyong?

 

He pushed the head of his into Jiyong's tight heat, making them both groan. Jiyong really didn't need anytime to adjust because soon he was pushing back onto Seunghyun's , settling flush against his skin.

 

"You feel even better than I remember." Seunghyun said, beginning his s up to a harsh beat. He ed Jiyong deep, farther into the couch with each , making Jiyong gasp loudly—high pitched and broken and just the sound Seunghyun missed hearing. Seunghyun took Jiyong's wrists, brought them together on his back, and held them there with one hand.

 

"Harder, baby, come on. Give it to me." Jiyong whined with his signature pout. The nickname made Seunghyun moan, he'd always had a knack from being called that. His speed picked up and he pounded into Jiyong, chasing his nonstop then stopping abruptly and bending over to whisper into Jiyong's ear.

 

"Ride me." He said, pulling out of Jiyong and taking all his warmth with him. Jiyong was quick to mount him again after he sat upright. He faced Seunghyun and connected their eyes as he settled back onto his hyungs . His hips moved slowly until Seunghyun had a hand on his neck again, squeezing and encouraging him to hop on his faster.

 

Jiyong began to let out soft and cutoff whimpers each time his connected down with Seunghyun's hips, the olders burying deep in him. Then, Seunghyun's free hand traveled to Jiyong's , it in time with each . And the feeling was so sweet, Jiyong was struggling to breath at one point—and not because of Seunghyun's grip on his neck, that just made him reach his faster. His thighs began to tremble and clench and Seunghyun pushed him down onto his slower and with more ease.

 

He brought Jiyong down to level with him, practically bringing him down from cloud nine and possibly passing out, "Need a break?" He asked, still moving up into Jiyong. He smiled hazily as he shook his head, picking up the speed they'd almost lost. And the stars started coming back, along with the hazy vision, and Jiyong was going to come. Hard and unlike any he'd ever had—and he'd had many to begin with.

 

"Please, I'm gonna come." He mumbled in a small voice, his hands balling fists in Seunghyun's shirt, and his hips jerking erratically as he painted white streaks onto Seunghyun's clothing. A broken cry erupted from his pinched throat and his hips attempted to stop from the overstimulation that had taken over almost immediately.

 

But, Seunghyun had a tight hold on his hips and kept them moving for his own .

 

"Seunghyun." Jiyong attempted through broken words and Seunghyun changed their position, pushing Jiyong onto his back on the couch and settling between his legs. He ed fast into Jiyong, his hands away from the younger ones throat and grasping the back of his thighs and pushing them up towards his chest, spreading them wider. The angle was raw, putting butterflies in Jiyong stomach.

 

As Seunghyun came, he settled himself deep in Jiyong, making quick small s without thinking. They both stayed still for long seconds, breathing heavily until Seunghyun pulled out, making them both groan in unison. Jiyong was the first to chuckle, arms curling around his stomach as he shut his legs. The amount of energy it took to just sit up was too much.

 

"What?" Seunghyun questioned, watching as Jiyong shuffled his bottoms on.

 

"Who knew you'd like being called 'baby' so much." Jiyong smiled at him and this is how they wanted it to be. A nice with a normal conversation afterwards. Seunghyun just punched his shoulder before standing, tucking himself into his jeans. He bent down, bracing his arms on the couch each side of Jiyong and barricading him against it.

 

"We can talk about how high your moans get after I cook you dinner." Seunghyun retorted, grinning down at Jiyong, and he couldn't help but stoop down lower and taking his lips. The kiss was small and meaningful and thank god for that. Seunghyun pushed himself from the couch and strode away, leaving the freshly ed Jiyong to wallow in his own thoughts.

 

And yes, he did love being called 'baby'.