Fics like guilty pleasure

Jisung’s body is soft and warm as Chan peels back his duvet. The hot sting of need festers inside of Chan’s throat, coming out as a soft curse as he looks at Jisung’s slack mouth, cheek mashed against the back of his hand as he breathes deeply in his sleep. It takes almost nothing for Chan’s cock to stir in his sweats, eager at the thought of finding a warm, wet hole to fuck, desperate to seek out the give of Jisung’s body, to force a space for himself somewhere slick and hot and tight. Jisung only stirs when Chan is tugging his cock out from his sweats. He twitches and then groans softly. His body turns, like he’s going to roll over, but Chan reaches to hold him steady by the hip. “Stay put,” he says, quiet but firm. “Hyung wants to use you.” Coming home to Jisung will always be exactly what Chan needs, even when Jisung doesn't know just how much.

Fics like guilty pleasure

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