his name is a prayer on his lips , probably nobody looks more thankful and overwhelmed than jiwoon does whenever jaekyung fucks him . and how he looks like , has been mentioned too many times over the past few days . not that he minded it whenever jaekyung complimented him , but he had to guess that eventually he was going to be fucked in front of a mirror . thighs spread and knees on the soft rug , reddened , jaekyung's fingers digging into his chin to make him face the mirror . jiwoon wasn't as confident as an idol should be most of the time , he's too quiet , too lost in his own world most of the time but watching himself cry for jaekyung to keep going ? it was a whole new experience of confidence for him . he tried to look away a few times , his tear caught under jaekyung's thumb when he grabbed his face and turned it back to his reflection . embarrassing , almost beautiful , how his body bounces with jaekyung's thrusts .
‘ jae please - ah i'm .. ‘ his words die in his throat , replaced with a desperate moan as he arches his back . being held against jaekyung's chest as he thrusts inside repeatedly , jiwoon stares at himself , and the way jaekyung's eyes meet his in the reflection . his heart beats so fast , in his ears , nimble fingers around his neck like a necklace . he's never felt so beautiful in his whole life , not with the most beautiful stage costumes , not with the best makeup artists doing their jobs ─ his eyes roll back , eyes close as jaekyung moves again , and jiwoon eventually falls on his palms . his spine arches downward , meeting the other's thrusts with soft whimpers . his chest presses on the rug , keeping his gaze on the mirror . blindly , he reaches behind himself and searches for jaekyung's arm , gripping it tightly as he moans . finally taking his eyes off the mirror , closing his eyes because it just feels too good . this position helps him feel his thrusts better , his own member brushing against the fluffy rug , dripping . but he knows jaekyung looks beautiful ; so he has to raise his head and look at him . the sight makes his mouth go dry , he doesn't even know what he's saying but some words leave his mouth . jaekyung's muscles glistening under the dim lights of his room , twisting and clenching as he fucks him . ‘ you're so handsome .. god so beautiful . ‘ he whispers breathlessly , more to himself than jaekyung . pale arms stretch toward the mirror , his moans getting louder with each thrust . the sounds of skin slapping against each other fill the room , his phone rings on the bed , but the ringtone drowns in the way jiwoon is moaning . his neighbors might also be aware of the fact that their neighbor is getting railed upstairs .