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"Hey hyung, are you - oh."
Jackson's step hitches for a split second as he halts mid-barge (his preferred method of entry) into the shared bedroom and finds his boyfriend sitting rigidly on the bed, studying a black dildo.
Jackson's black dildo.
Knowing he has about two and a half seconds to decide how to play this, Jackson decides to go with light.
"Have you seen my hoodie?"
Barely breaking momentum, he strides across the room, casually snagging the toy from Jaebum's hands and tossing it into a drawer on the pretense of looking for a sweater to wear.
"Yugyeom probably stole it," he adds for Jaebum's benefit, and then winces, knowing full well that a thimble would fit Yugyeom approximately as well as any sweatshirt belonging to him.
"Anyways, Bambam brought dinner home, it's in the fridge if you're hungry." Back still to Jaebum, he continues to rummage with undue intensity. The hot waves of silence from his boyfriend have his nerves beginning to fray, so he does what he always does.
He babbles.
"I don't know why he suddenly decided he was going to buy ten meals worth of food, I'm pretty sure he feels guilty about something. Maybe he stole my sweater," he continues breathlessly, now tossing shirts over his shoulder at random. "I bet he did. He bought like five buckets of fried chicken because he jacked my hoodie. Well," he says, running out of both banal commentary and breath, "We'll see about that." He turns on his heel, naively hoping to march purposefully out of the room and never speak of this again.
He makes it about three and a half feet before a broad palm slaps across his wrist, jerking him to a halt. He manages to flail out his other hand to smack the door shut before being handily yanked around to face to bed.
Jackson looks down into Jaebum's face, thoughts scattering momentarily. He's so beautiful. It amazes him how that face, those eyes, could still punch the breath out of his lungs after all these years. He sucks in a deep breath and bravely attempts a casual smile.
"What's up, hyung?"
Jaebum doesn't answer. His gaze, burning, slashes to the drawer and back.
"Don't worry about it," Jackson jokes feebly. "I don't even like that sweater that much,"
"Jackson."
Jaebum's voice is low and rough, and Jackson can't help the reflexive shiver down his spine.
"Where did you get it?"
"Some underground fashion place in Japan. I ended up with more clothes that -" He snaps his mouth shut when the hand on his wrist squeezes sharply, silver rings digging into the bone.
"I ordered it online," he blurts.
"Why?"
"Just for... you know." Jackson shuffles his feet. "For when you're not there."
Jaebum imagines Jackson alone in some anonymous hotel room, chest heaving and spread-legged on an unfamilar bed. Lube dripping down his wrist as he fucks himself on the dildo, wanting something else. Wanting someone else. Jealousy and arousal explode into being in his gut. "You can't wait for me when you're away?"
"I..."
Jaebum, still gripping Jackson's wrist, drags him down to the floor so he's kneeling in front of the bed.
Jackson hits the floor willingly, laying his free on the elder's leg. He's not entirely sure where this conversation is going. What he is sure of is Jaebum's obvious hardness, pressing against his dark jeans, inches from his face.
He wants to lean forward, wants to feel it, wants to mouth along that hard line and watch the denim grow dark with saliva. His mouth waters, but Jaebum's hand is gripping his jaw, forcing him to look up. The eyes he meets are searing black and flashing with challenge.
"Hyung," he begins, startled, but Jaebum is tugging him closer, inch by inch.
"I'm not enough for you?" he whispers, breath fanning across Jackson's mouth, which drops open in sincere shock.
"Of course you are. I just-"
"The way I fuck you isn't good enough?" Jaebum angles his head, turning Jackson's to the side and speaking directly into the younger's ear, lips brushing across the diamond hanging from his lobe.
Jackson is fully hard now, aching and wet as his cock throbs in time with his wrist.
"Hyung," he begins again, and then Jaebum is fisting a hand in Jackson's hair crushing their mouths together.
They both moan, low and long, Jackson immediately letting Jaebum in, taking what he's given. Jaebum kisses him furiously, possessively, marking him with a searing lust. With the need to prove that nothing can give Jackson what he can.
Jaebum yanks Jackson's hair, making the younger groan, dragging him onto the bed and immediately flipping their positions. He straddles the younger's hips and wrenches his hands above his head.
"What do you want?" he demands, grinding his cock against the matching hardness in Jackson's jeans.
Jackson curses weakly, chasing the friction and struggling to work his hips in time with Jaebum's.
"You," says Jackson, voice cracked with desire. "Just you."
"You think you can get what you need from a piece of plastic?"
Jackson, arms pinned above his head, lips bitten red and raw from Jaebum's teeth and his own, whips his head from side to side in denial.
"You think anyone else can do to you what I can?"
Jackson shakes his head again, bucking, struggling to sit up, to kiss him, to touch him. Anything.
But Jaebum is pulling away, lifting his hips off Jackson's after one last, cruel grind.
"Go get it."
"But - " but Jaebum silences him with a warning slap to the thigh.
"Go get it," he repeats.
Jackson, legs weak with desire, crawls shakily to the edge of the bed to snatch the toy out of the nightstand drawer.
"Lube," says Jaebum sharply before Jackson can lean back.
As he rummages, the elder palms his ass through his jeans. He groans under his breath he as kneads the flesh, sliding his thumbs torturously under his cheeks, pressing his fingers along the inseam, watching the powerful thighs tremble with need.
Jackson leans back onto the bed, one hand loosely fisted around the toy, the other around a small tube of lube.
The elder man takes the toy. It makes him feel marginally better that it's not overtly realistic. A smooth black silicone cylinder with a slight curve and flare at the top, vaguely imitating the head of a cock. He trails a finger slowly up the underside of it where a vein would be, experimentally twists his hand around the base. He looks back up to find Jackson staring at him, sweat beading along his collarbones, lust thundering in his eyes.
Jaebum feels a dizzying heat - fury, arousal - gush through his veins.
His fists his hand in Jackson's t-shirt, yanking him closer. "Does this thing turn on you on that much?" He taps the toy lewdly against Jackson's cheek, trails it along his throat, down his chest. Brushes it over a nipple.
"No," whispers Jackson, eyes falling closed, muscles quivering. "You do."
Jaebum nips his ear, hard, and shoves him back.
"Strip."
Hooking his fingers hesitantly on the hem of his shirt, Jackson slowly raises it over his head. Jaebum watches him, palming his own aching erection through his jeans, eyes burning along every inch of skin bared as Jackson strips down to his simple black boxers. He reaches out and slides his hands up Jackson's bared thighs before seizing his wrists and pressing them together.
"Hyung," says Jackson desperately. "Please, I just want you. Just you."
Jaebum leans forward, breath hot against the younger's ear, and presses the tip of the toy to Jackson's lips.
"Prove it."