Something He Can Grab or, A$$+1

When Jiyong decides it’s finally time to unleash the power of his new butt on his hyung, he doesn’t go subtle. He just lies down naked across Seunghyun’s bed, ass up, and waits.

Seunghyun finds him a few minutes later.”What’s this?” he asks.

Jiyong’s eyes are closed but he can hear the smirk in Seunghyun’s voice. That’s fine; he won’t be smirking for long. “Go away, I’m trying to take a nap,” he says.

“In the nude?”

“It’s more comfortable,” says Jiyong. He readjusts his arms, folded under his cheek, at the same time as he wiggles his hips so it looks like he’s just getting cozy when he is, of course, shaking his ass for Seunghyun’s benefit.

Silence from his hyung. Jiyong knows he’s got him hooked. “Do you really want me to go away?” Seunghyun finally asks.

Jiyong cracks his eyes and gets a look at Seunghyun looming over him. “Well, I’m not going to make you leave your own bedroom if you really don’t want to,” he allows.

“Good,” says Seunghyun, sitting down on the bed beside him. “I’m enjoying the view.” Jiyong presses his lips tightly together to keep from smiling. “Maybe I could even help you relax a little?”

“Oh? How would you do that?” Jiyong asks, voice light as a feather.

“How about a massage?”

The corner of Jiyong’s mouth that’s pressed against his arm twists into half a grin. Years and years and years ago, back when they were trainees and Jiyong wasn’t even completely sure he was gay, he’d complained of sore shoulders and Seunghyun had rubbed them. He’d been thrilled by his touch, but then in a fit of daring said, “I only accept massages of a sexual nature,” and Seunghyun stopped. Only, his hands had lingered on Jiyong’s shoulders a little too long, and for one electric moment Jiyong thought Seunghyun had accepted his terms and was going to keep going. Even though he hadn’t, Jiyong had treasured the encounter, certain it meant Seunghyun-hyung wasn’t entirely uninterested.

Seunghyun remembers that too, because not long after they finally did get together, he’d started rubbing Jiyong’s back one night and murmured, “Don’t worry; this time it is sexual.”

He doesn’t say that now, but there’s no confusion between them anymore. Anyway, the bottle of ‘massage oil’ he pulls from his bedside table is clearly lube. It’s cool when it hits Jiyong between the shoulder blades, but the shiver that follows is mostly from pleasure.

Seunghyun takes his time working his way from Jiyong’s shoulders down his spine. Jiyong likes that. He’s come to see going slow as a luxury; it’s not something they can always do. When Seunghyun reaches Jiyong’s tailbone, he pays special attention to the muscles in his lower back, touching every bit of skin until his fingertips are right at the top of Jiyong’s ass. Jiyong arches his back so his ass is raised just slightly, knowing it won’t go unnoticed.

Seunghyun removes his hands and Jiyong hears him uncap the lube, but when Seunghyun touches him again it’s on his thighs. The audacity of this man. Jiyong smiles to himself anyway because he knows he’s still going to get exactly what he wants. And Seunghyun’s hands on his thighs feel so good he’d almost be okay with just this; his muscles have been protesting all the new dance practices they’re doing.

Jiyong lets out a contented sigh. “That feels amazing,” he says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop. My legs have been aching for days.” He does another one of his not-so-subtle hip adjustments that’s really an ass wiggle.

Seunghyun gently pulls Jiyong’s legs apart, exposing his balls and the head of his cock to the cool air. Jiyong doesn’t say a word; just relishes in his hyung’s large, strong hands kneading the flesh of his thighs. He does one leg, then switches to the other, moving it a bit farther apart, and repeats the process until Jiyong is spread eagle – at least from the waist down. His arms are still folded under his head as a pillow. It isn’t until Seunghyun finally, finally glides a palm over Jiyong’s ass that he opens his eyes and lifts his head.

He arranged himself so that he’s directly opposite the open closet door, on the back of which is a full-length mirror. He watches as Seunghyun drizzles more lube across his ass and begins making slow, even circles, the same expression on his face as when he’s listening to a song for the first time. Jiyong knows his new ass is a smash hit because Seunghyun didn’t even rub down his calves and feet, which is usually his favorite part. Jiyong watches for a little while, but puts his head down before Seunghyun catches him looking. He wants it to go down in the history books that he seduced Choi Seunghyun with his ass alone.

Seunghyun starts spreading Jiyong’s cheeks as he massages, and Jiyong tilts his hips slightly to facilitate in a way just subtle enough that it might be unconscious. (In actual fact, no movement in the history of hips has ever been more conscious.) Jiyong is not going to be the one to give up the pretense that this is a relaxing massage; Seunghyun will have to cross that line himself.

And finally he does. He slowly runs a slick finger from behind Jiyong’s balls, over his hole, and up his crack to his tailbone. Jiyong looks up. “That’s not really helping me sleep,” he says.

Their eyes meet in the mirror. “Maybe I don’t want you to go to sleep,” Seunghyun says with a cheeky grin.

“‘Maybe’ isn’t good enough,” Jiyong replies, putting his head back down. “I’m not giving up my nap for ‘maybe’.” He keeps his face blank – it’s difficult, but he manages it – and counts in his head.

He hasn’t even gotten to three when Seunghyun seizes Jiyong’s hips and pulls him back against his crotch so he can feel the shape of his growing erection. “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk,” Seunghyun says, voice all darkness and gravel.

Seunghyun is holding him pretty tight, but Jiyong has just enough room to grind his ass back a little further. He holds the pressure only briefly, and when he pulls away Seunghyun growls and digs his fingers into his skin. “Okay,” says Jiyong, “I’m awake.”

Seunghyun grabs their pillows from the top of the bed and shoves them under Jiyong’s hips. In a flash he’s between Jiyong’s legs, licking and sucking at his thighs, his ass, his balls, his cock; as hungrily as a starving man at a feast. Jiyong props his chin on his hand and gives himself a congratulatory smile in the mirror. He wants someone to come paint a picture of what he’s seeing now: his ass in the air and Seunghyun’s head bobbing over it, eating him out. He’d hang it over his mantelpiece and donate it to a museum when he died.

But then Seunghyun starts tonguing his hole in earnest, no more broad teasing licks, and Jiyong’s eyes flutter closed involuntarily. Seunghyun presses at his entrance, his breath hot, and Jiyong pushes back to meet him. Even as he moans, he notes that his ass cheeks seem to be covering a lot more of Seunghyun’s face than they normally do.

He loses track of his mission to seduce right around the moment the tip of Seunghyun’s tongue enters him. His thighs and ass clench, lifting him higher in the air, but Seunghyun’s right there with him, insistent tongue working its way inside. He pulls out just long enough for Jiyong to miss him and then he’s back, licking him sloppily and pushing in again.

This is the one mistake Jiyong always makes when planning seductions: He forgets being successful means not just getting a rim job but actually experiencing it. He wants to stick to his whole sexy-and-aloof vibe, he really does, but instead he finds himself moaning so loudly they probably hear him in Japan. Helpless, he pushes his ass back hard against Seunghyun’s face, desperate for more. Seunghyun flicks somewhere near his prostate; tantalizingly close but not nearly enough. But his hyung knows his body so well that just when Jiyong thinks he’s going to cry from frustration, Seunghyun’s hand is on his cock, tugging him to full hardness. And then his mouth is on his cock too and a finger has replaced his tongue inside Jiyong, and he goes for it; hits him right there and Jiyong cries out in pleasure and relief.

Jiyong gets lost in it: the world narrows to Seunghyun’s hands and mouth and fingers and tongue inside of him, all over him. Seunghyun plays him like a violin until a note of pure pleasure hums from his throat and he comes hard all over the pillows. He collapses down onto the bed again, all the tension gone out of his muscles, but keeps his head up enough to be treated to the impossibly lewd sight of Seunghyun wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

In his haze, aftershocks still running through him, Jiyong’s vaguely aware that Seunghyun is undressing; is in fact performing something of a strip-tease for him in the mirror. Jiyong just grins and watches with stars in his eyes, waiting for his breathing to go back to normal. By the time it does, it occurs to him that Seunghyun undressing means they’re not done yet. He can see why – or rather, can feel it: Seunghyun lays over him, his hardened cock pressed against the flesh of Jiyong’s ass. His mouth is right next to Jiyong’s ear as he murmurs, “I hope you know that was just a warm-up.”

Jiyong arches against him. “Well, I think I can still walk, so…” A deep moan rumbles from Seunghyun’s chest in response. Jiyong luxuriates in the feeling of his hyung’s weight on him, in the heat of his skin, in his heady scent. He grinds his ass back. “You gonna do something about that, or are you just gonna lie here all day?”

A little hum of amusement sounds in the back of Seunghyun’s throat and he buries his grinning face in the crook of Jiyong’s neck. He plants a sweet little kiss there before pulling up off Jiyong.

Jiyong gets up on his hands and knees and pushes the pillows out of the way. He plans on being a more active participant in this stage of the seduction – and it is still a seduction, even though Jiyong has already won pretty spectacularly. This is Seduction Part Two, and he’s going to make Seunghyun slap his ass without being asked.

Seunghyun inserts two fingers into Jiyong; a little rougher than usual, but Jiyong doesn’t mind. He’s already pretty loose from Seunghyun’s earlier ministrations and anyway, he loves when Seunghyun gets like this, like Jiyong’s so hot he can’t contain himself.

Jiyong doesn’t need to tell him when he’s ready – Seunghyun knows. And the moment he is, Seunghyun pulls his fingers out, swipes his lube-covered hand over his cock, and plunges in. He sighs with pleasure, which Jiyong likes, but he goes still, which Jiyong doesn’t. He wiggles forward so Seunghyun comes out of him a bit and then pushes back hard until Seunghyun is buried in him again. He keeps at it, making sure to shake his ass as much as possible in the process, his hips moving at such a pace that he thinks he might have a future as a hula dancer.

“Oh, fuck. Jiyongie,” Seunghyun moans. Encouraged, Jiyong starts undulating more forcefully against Seunghyun. He sneaks a peek at the mirror. Seunghyun is working his lower lip between his teeth and staring down at where Jiyong’s ass is meeting his hips.

Seunghyun’s hands, still greasy, fall with a wet smack onto Jiyong’s ass and he curls his fingers around Jiyong’s hips, taking over the rhythm. “Shit,” Jiyong mumbles, already forgetting his objective. Seunghyun pounds into him relentlessly and Jiyong can hardly catch his breath.

Jiyong lifts his eyes to the mirror and the look of bliss on Seunghyun’s face helps Jiyong tear himself away from his own pleasure. He is on a mission, damn it. Jiyong reaches one hand back and splays his fingers across his cheek, spreading himself a little further. It’s so intoxicating to feel his ass jiggling in time to Seunghyun’s little grunts that Jiyong almost forgets himself again.

But his move pays off: In the mirror, Jiyong sees Seunghyun look down, sees how his gaze catches on Jiyong’s hand, and he slides it away just in time for Seunghyun to grab a handful for himself. He spreads his other hand over the small of Jiyong’s back, keeping him in line as he squeezes at Jiyong’s ass.

Jiyong feels his determination to remain in control slipping away, so he plays his trump card, like the doomed hero in a movie blowing the bomb that he knows will destroy him too. “Oppa,” Jiyong moans. “Harder.”

Seunghyun loses it. He snaps his hips back and slams into Jiyong even more aggressively than before, fucking him at a frantic pace. His hand lifts and then – Yes, is all Jiyong can think in the split-second before it happens – he smacks Jiyong’s ass.

Around that point Jiyong forgets how to form words altogether and he just listens to his own moans joining the music of Seunghyun’s hand and thighs slapping wetly against his ass. He’s glad he has enough sense to keep his eyes on the mirror, because this is what he loves best: turning the obscenely handsome Choi Seunghyun into a red-faced, sweaty, panting mess.

Seunghyun comes hard, his twitching cock buried all the way inside Jiyong. Jiyong clenches around him, milking Seunghyun for every last drop. He smiles when Seunghyun falls like a log onto the mattress, still halfway inside Jiyong.

Jiyong didn’t actually come a second time, though he was close. It’s the first time in a long time that they’ve had sex without Seunghyun making sure Jiyong was very well taken care of, but Jiyong doesn’t mind; he had his turn, and anyway there’s actually something immensely satisfying about driving Seunghyun so wild that he forgets his sense of fairness.

With his most gentle touch, Jiyong pulls Seunghyun out of him and then rolls onto his side so he’s facing his hyung. “Well, what do you think?” Jiyong asks.

Seunghyun’s eyes are still a bit glazed, but after a moment he focuses on Jiyong. “What do I think?” he repeats slowly, considering. Finally understanding lights his eyes and he lifts a hand and pats Jiyong’s ass. “You were right. It’s definitely bigger.”

Jiyong grins. He doesn’t really consider their sex life a competition, but he also definitely, inarguably won this one. He sits up and lets Seunghyun recover while he finds wet wipes.

“Here,” he says, holding one out to Seunghyun after he’s warmed it between his hands. “Clean me up.”

Seunghyun sits up, still a little out of breath, and takes the cloth. Jiyong straddles him and Seunghyun begins wiping away the cum that has run down his thighs and the lube that’s all over his ass and back. Jiyong supposes it’s a sign of Hyung’s age that he doesn’t immediately get hard again from touching him, as he once would have. And a sign of Jiyong’s own age that he doesn’t mind. When they were apart, Jiyong found that he missed Seunghyun’s dopey pillow talk more than his stamina.

When Seunghyun decides he’s done enough, he throws the wet wipe onto the floor, pulls Jiyong into his lap, wraps his arms around his waist, and presses their foreheads together. His breath is hot on Jiyong’s face.

“I bet now you’d write home about my ass, huh?” Jiyong teases.

Seunghyun laughs. “What? Who am I writing to?”

“No, you know,” Jiyong says, clasping his hands over the notch at the base of Seunghyun’s neck. “That joke you made. Remember? How my face is beautiful but my ass is nothing to write home about?”

“When did I say that?”

“You know, after that breakfast when Little Seunghyun wouldn’t shut up about us being together and the way we have sex.”

“You’re describing a lot of breakfasts. When was this? What hotel were we in?”

“We weren’t in a hotel; it was when we were all living in the dorm.”

“What?” Seunghyun pulls back a little to get a look at Jiyong’s face. “The dorm?”

“Yeah,” says Jiyong. “Remember? It was right when we first got together, so it was still kind of weird with the others, and Little Seunghyun thought men couldn’t have sex face-to-face, and we decided to just not correct him, and then we were joking around about it afterwards. Don’t you remember that?”

“Kind of? Jiyongie, that was years and years ago.”

“I know,” says Jiyong, not really sure what Seunghyun’s point is.

“Did it really…did that really bother you that much? That I said that? Because I’m sure I was just trying to make you laugh.”

“No, no, it didn’t bother me. I knew you were joking. But I thought you might like it if my ass was a little bigger. And I was right.”

“I liked your ass before, though.”

“More than now?”

“No...the same. I like your ass no matter what.”

“Hyung,” Jiyong sighs. “You must have a preference. Come on. Do you like big asses or small ones?”

“I like your ass,” Seunghyun says, letting his hands fall down to feel it.

“Hyung, listen to me,” Jiyong says firmly. He takes Seunghyun’s face in his hands and looks him straight in the eye. “It’s okay to have preferences. I know you still love me despite my butt, all right? Just tell me. Which do you like better?”

Seunghyun shrugs, avoiding Jiyong’s gaze, but finally sighs and says, “I guess I like bigger a little more. Okay?”

“Thank you! So you like my ass better now! Was that really so hard to admit?”

“But Jiyongie, it doesn’t work like that. I love you no matter what. I’ll always think every part of you look good, no matter what size your ass is.”

“Oh, come on. That’s sweet of you to say, but –”

“It’s true!”

“How could that be true?! How can you say you liked my scrawny butt when you just said –?”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Seunghyun interrupts again. “Are you saying you don’t always think I look good?”

“That’s completely different,” Jiyong snaps, getting a little frustrated.

“How?”

“Because you always actually, objectively look good! You’re attractive at, like, superhuman levels. I think I look good most of the time, and you think I look good most of the time, but everyone thinks you look good all the time.”

“What about when I was fat? Did you think I looked good then?”

“Yeah, but so did a lot of people; you just didn’t see it.”

“You thought I looked good when I was fat. Really.” Seunghyun raises an eyebrow.

“You were still really cute! With those dimples and that great smile…” Jiyong remembers how relieved he’d been when he met up with Seunghyun again and saw how big he was, because he’d known there was some potential there and figured for sure he’d never have a dumb, hopeless crush on a guy who was fat. Only then he did anyway. Seunghyun stares at him, waiting, eyebrow still lifted in disbelief. “But you look better now,” Jiyong says. “I’m willing to admit it.”

“But if I got fat again, would you not be attracted to me anymore?”

Jiyong tries to imagine: this Seunghyun, who he’s been through so much with, his Seunghyun, his hyung, with a potbelly and chubby cheeks and a double chin. On some level he knows he wouldn’t look as good with his muscles and jaw and beautiful cheekbones hidden away, but…he’d still want to sleep with him. For sure, one-hundred-percent. Jiyong sighs. “Okay, you made your point. But my butt’s nice now, right? Even if it was nice before?”

“It’s very nice,” says Seunghyun, giving it a squeeze. He plants a peck on Jiyong’s cheek and gathers him against his chest in a tight embrace. Jiyong’s enjoying it until Seunghyun suddenly groans.

“What?” Jiyong asks, pulling away.

“Look what we did to the sheets.” Jiyong looks: They’re covered in greasy stains from all the lube Seunghyun used on Jiyong’s back, ass, and thighs. “And the pillows,” Seunghyun adds. “Fuck, why did I use our pillows? How are we gonna sleep tonight?”

Jiyong can’t help but laugh, inordinately please that none of these things occurred to Seunghyun in the heat of the moment. “It’s all right, Hyung. There’s a clean set of sheets in the hall closet. I made sure.”

Seunghyun appraises Jiyong for a moment. “You had this all planned out, didn’t you?”

“What, you thought I was really trying to nap? You know I don’t sleep on my stomach.”

“Well, no, but I didn’t think… The mirror was on purpose, wasn’t it? You arranged it that way?” Jiyong smiles coyly, watching Seunghyun piece it together. “You seduced me!” he says. “With your ass!”

Jiyong nods. “I didn’t think it would be so easy, to be honest. I had lots of backup plans if this method didn’t work out.”

“Backup plans?”

“Mmmhmm.” He leans in, positioning his mouth over Seunghyun’s ear. “I bought a new skirt,” he whispers.

Seunghyun lurches beneath him, clutching at Jiyong and pushing him back down on the bed. “A new skirt? Really?”

Giggling, Jiyong nods. “That’s right. But I guess I don’t need it now. I’ll throw it out when I get home…”

Seunghyun nuzzles Jiyong’s neck, the stubble on his jaw scraping Jiyong’s chest. “Don’t you dare.”

Notes