Jaywon AO3 stories :)

⚠️Surrender; wono209

Jungwon simply smiles. "I have stuff to do. You know, leader duties and whatnot." He says, fixing his shirt and putting his socks back on.

"Jesus Christ." Jay moans, flopping down on the bed like a dead whale. His arousal recedes, slipping from his grasp like sand falling through fingers, and Jay has half a mind to try and convince Jungwon to stay. "Do you have to go? We were just getting started, Won-ah."

It doesn't help that Jungwon's candy-sweet smell still pervades the air, his arousal nearly as potent as Jay's. Jungwon laughs and bounds over to Jay, landing a quick peck on his cheek. He brushes against Jay's hard-on and Jay clutches his wrist, staring at him pleadingly. Jungwon smirks. "You can jerk off on your own, can't you?"

Jay groans. "I want your hand around my cock, though. My hand is sad and lame." He says, but he knows better than to expect Jungwon to listen to him. He was hard-headed and work-focused, and although Jay normally found that attractive, it was more of torture for him right when his orgasm was so close.

"Well you'll have to wait. Have a sad and lame jerk-off session or don't come at all." Jungwon says decidedly. "Think of it as payback."

Wet.

His first thought at nearly seven in the morning is wet. His second thought is the warmth permeating below the blanket, then the bobbing figure underneath the sheets.

Instinctively, his head whips to the side of the room—Jake was nowhere to be seen. Jay lifts the blanket and the wind is knocked out of his lungs at the sight before him. Jungwon with wide-blown eyes, ruby red lips around the girth of his cock, pale fist around the base of his cock.

Jungwon hums, pulling a groan out of the column of Jay's throat. Mornings made him much more adverse to growling, and when Jungwon hollows his cheeks and sinks lower, that's exactly what Jay does.

"Fuck," Jay grits, voice deep and gravelly, "Yeah, baby, just like that—God, your fucking mouth is something else."

For a vampire, Jungwon's throat was hot. It felt like a furnace around Jay, and watching him struggle to take his fat cock down his narrow throat was a heavenly experience.

"You want me to fuck your mouth? It looks like you're asking for it." Jay says. Jungwon shakes his head and splays both hands across Jay's thighs, one on each as if to anchor him down.

Jay plays with Jungwon's silk-soft hair. "No? You wanna suck me off like a good slut?" His words turn breathy, senses blurred with Jungwon and only Jungwon. Sometimes he suspects Jungwon is part-incubus. Vampires and incubi were generally in the same family tree, anyway, and Jungwon could catch him in a trance ridiculously easy.

Jungwon doesn't answer. He closes his eyes and bobs his head up and down, his lips obscenely shiny with the saliva. The sides of Jungwon's fangs scrape against Jay's cock and he shivers from its silent threat.

Every inch of him burns with need. Jungwon, Jungwon, Jungwon, his brain chants, his mouth, his eyes, his tongue, it continues, pretty, so pretty, so good.

The sigh Jay lets out is one of pure, utter bliss. Fucking perfection. Jungwon knew how to suck him off the way he wanted him to. He took Jay into his mouth like he was some sort of god, someone to worship and venerate, and if having a pretty boy sucking him off wasn't enough to set off the sparks of his ego, the way Jungwon works his mouth around his cock surely is.

"Get up, hyung. It's already seven in the morning, we have to be at the company by quarter to eight." He says, and in Jay's lust-hazed mind, the progression of events goes a little like this: there's no longer heat around his cock, Jungwon is using his mouth to speak and not to suck him off, then he puts two and two together.