Make You Feel My Love

Quaking Reality

Chan POV

I don't think I had cum that much in my entire life.

Not in one night, anyway.

I sat in the company's studio with Jisung working out the finer points of few potential songs to present as candidates to the rest of the group. Ji had been extra productive since his short visit to Los Angeles with Seungmin and Minho to visit Jackson. I caught him smiling at his phone more than normal, his fingers flying as he typed back responses to his long distance boyfriend.

He was constantly fidgeting with his necklace, which was threaded through a little silver hoop. I had my suspicions about that new addition to his wardrobe, but hadn't brought it up yet.

Changbin was under the weather, holed up with Hyunjin who had also succumbed to the mysterious cold. I almost wondered if was an excuse to stay in bed and fuck all day, but a phone call to Bin had confirmed they were sick as hell. I'd sent a group text to warn everyone from going near them. We could all afford to be under the weather. 

Ji continued to hum out a tune as he flirted with Jackson and I shook my head, an affectionate older brother type gesture, even if I was taking in the way his hands worked as he held his phone...the curve of his jaw when he smirk or the shadowy hint of his beard growing in. He was like that- if we didn't have appearance, Ji didn't always shave and when I asked him about it, he'd sheepishly  mumbled. 

"My men like it. Minnie says it tickles."  I rubbed my own face, always smooth after enduring several sessions of laser hair removal and wondered, fleetingly, if maybe Jeongin would like the way it tickled as well.

I tapped my pencil, trying to focus on the job at hand, unweaving the multitude of lyrics Bin and I had jotted on the paper days before. But my mind was wandering, floating back to my night with Jeongin, the way his hands had felt against my skin... his voice in my ear. 

"Until your legs shake, princess."

Jeongin had taken his role of aggressive top very seriously a couple night before when he'd come back from his shopping trip with the boys. I was... still reeling.  I had expected him to fuck me again- his words when we'd parted earlier in the day along with waiting for him in bed, naked and laid out like a buffet had made my intentions clear.

That said, I hadn't been expecting him to dive on the bed, yanking my hips toward him abruptly, his hot mouth sinking over my cock hungrily before I even got to kiss him hello. Big daddy Busan was, apparently, back and I had reaped the benefits of his renewed libido.

I felt the heat crawl over my neck as I reminisced...

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His long, agile fingers had sunk into me, curling against my prostate and I had spilt embarrassingly fast in his mouth. Those sharp eyes of his had been watching me the entire time, keenly aware of the effect he had on me. 

I had equated him to catnip once, and I stood by the example- his very presence in the room could have me squirming... itching to pin him against the wall and fuck him...

Or vice versa.

"Fuck, Jeongin- slow down, I'm not going anywhere..." I scolded.

"Damn right you're not." He moaned, smiling- his mouth stained white with my release. He opened his mouth, showing me the way it coated his tongue, like he was proud of his work. "Should I swallow it now, Oppa?" He mumbled- his words mangled as he fought around a full mouth.