1 and 0nly (SVT one shots)

Mirror (JeongCheol)🔞

Jeonghan exhaled long and hard, leaning back so he could rest his back against the other man's chest, his head tilted to the side. His eyes slipped closed as he felt lips brush over the sensitive skin of his neck, light, and teasing. He most likely would have gotten tired of the foreplay by now, of the promises, had Seungcheol not finally indulged him a little right then and there—his hands trailing down his chest and then stomach until he could wrap a warm hand around Jeonghan's already leaking cock.

"Fuck," he said, voice nearly a whisper.

Seungcheol gave a low chuckle in response, pressing a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to the pale skin of Jeonghan's exposed neck. He began stroking his length as well, delighting in the way Jeonghan began to shake just the slightest in his arms now — clearly worked up from the way they'd been stuck in the same position, doing nothing but teasing, for a long while now.

"Are you looking?" he asked carefully, opening his eyes just enough to peek over at the mirror across from them. The sight of the two of them reflected back made his cock twitch inside of his lover and he had to stifle a groan at the feel of Jeonghan clenching tighter around him in response.

Seungcheol already knew the answer before Jeonghan had even spoken up, focused on the way his lover's eyes were squeezed shut.

"This is stupid," Jeonghan said, swallowing hard. "Just get in me already."

Seungcheol couldn't find it in himself to be offended that Jeonghan didn't seem so fond of the idea, mostly because he knew it stemmed from embarrassment rather than actual dislike. "You haven't even tried it," Seungcheol commented, continuing the slow stroking. "Are you scared?"

"S-shut up," Jeonghan gasped, his back arching a little. He had to bite his lip soon afterward as the movement jostled their position and the stillness he had been getting used to.

"If you want me to make love to you baby, maybe you should be a little kinder."

"Don't act like me being unbearable doesn't turn you on," Jeonghan grumbled, which resulted in an amused look from his lover. He didn't give Seungcheol a chance to respond before he was grinding down onto his length, moaning softly. "C'mon, p-please."

"Touch yourself for me."

They could have argued for days about the matter, Jeonghan could have spent hours going without giving in, but by this time around his erection was bordering on painful with such little stimulation after such a long time and he was more annoyed than worried about his pride.

Seungcheol didn't seem so surprised when he finally opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, a grin spread across his lips as if he had been expecting Jeonghan to give in right then.

"Don't look at me," Seungcheol whispered to Jeonghan. "Touch your face."

Jeonghan let out a long, drawn-out sigh but did as told, focusing on himself in the reflection. He felt rather unsure of doing so as he continued to stare, eyes drawn to his reddened cheeks and mussed up hair, some stray strands stuck to his forehead with sweat.

He bit his lip and regretted doing so when that made his image seem even more unlike him, releasing the pink flesh from between his teeth in favor of speaking once more.

"You gonna keep your promise now?"

Seungcheol seemed like he was stuck on considering it, just long enough that Jeonghan's annoyance became a little more apparent before he finally gave in and ground his hips up against Jeonghan's ass, burying his cock deeper.

When Jeonghan jolted in his arms, a moan crawling out of his throat, he set a hard yet steady pace. He teased the skin of his neck with his teeth, rolling it and pressing his tongue flat against it, continuing to watch the mirror — or more specifically Jeonghan in the mirror.

"Do you see it?"

Jeonghan's eyebrows furrowed deeply as he stared into the mirror, glancing at Seungcheol. "See what?"

Seungcheol hummed, busying himself with creating a few marks along Jeonghan's neck before he responded, speaking matter of fact. "How sexy you look," He wasn't expecting the sharp inhale as a result of his words, arousal apparent in the way Jeonghan started to grind more adamantly against him, but he did see the denial coming and decided to stop it before it could start. "You're gorgeous for me, love."

Jeonghan groaned at those words, his eyes fluttering closed only for a moment before they opened again, focused on his own image. They trailed down to whether the two of them were connected, the sight of Seungcheol's length thrusting inside of him terribly erotic.

"Cheol..."

"Gonna come?" he wondered, though he figured the answer was obvious with how Jeonghan was trembling even more in his arms and making even more noises. "Go on, then. Come for me, baby."

"Shit," Jeonghan whined.

"Don't close your eyes," Seungcheol reminded him. "Keep watching."

He did.

His face was flushed far more than earlier, his lip looking clearly abused by the times he'd bitten it, and his neck was so obviously marked up that Jeonghan knew hiding it would be a pain later.

He looked a little fucked out of his mind, though Jeonghan figured that was an understatement.

He could feel his orgasm building up the more Seungcheol continued his pace, though it stuttered occasionally as his lover approached his own climax and got increasingly more tired. He was still obviously enthusiastic, that made apparent by the harder bites Jeonghan could feel being made on the other side of his neck.

"You're so good for me, baby," Seungcheol breathed out. "So pretty."

Jeonghan let out a whimper, his cock twitching as come spurted from his tip. It made a mess across his own chest but Jeonghan couldn't stop staring at himself enough to care even once Seungcheol had finally come inside of him, resting his forehead on Jeonghan's shoulder as he stopped to catch his breath.

They both just sat there, breathing heavily, until Seungcheol slipped his softened length out of him, warm come starting to trickle out of Jeonghan and make him sigh.

He still couldn't stop staring.

"Good?" Seungcheol asked.

Jeonghan swallowed hard, focusing his eyes to look over to his lover's reflection in the mirror, where Seungcheol met his eyes. "Yeah," he said, sounding breathless. "Good."

Seungcheol grinned at him fondly.