talk me up, talk me down → bobby/jinhwan
talk me up, talk me down ikon ; bobby/jinhwan → nc-17 → 1.2k pwp ; Bobby doesn’t think those words suit him, not really, but Jinhwan likes it—likes hearing them slip from his lips—and that’s all that matters. warnings! praise kink, just straight up porn
second out of three fics for hoseokz. written for ikonet secret santa~ an addition to the list of things i’ve regretted doing in my life.
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Jinhwan had always liked receiving compliments.
You can see his world lighting up when he’s been told that he’s getting better at singing, at performing, that he looks more natural on stage. You can see it in the glimmer in his eyes as he smiles, in the upward scrunch of his face as he bows and says thank you.
He always liked being good for the other members, always guided them when they struggled during practice. Jinhwan had always cheered them up when Hanbin scolds them for not doing part of the dance right, tells them it’s fine don’t worry and you’ll get it soon there’s no need to stress yourself.
Bobby thinks it’s cute. He thinks it’s really cute when Jinhwan clings to the collar of his shirt when his hand comes up to cup his chin and draws him into a kiss. Jinhwan whines against his mouth a bit, licking inside, gasping, trying not to be too loud that the other members would hear. Bobby grinds down against him, grinning against his lips.
“Jinhwanie hyung is such a good boy.”
Something catches in Jinhwan’s throat as the two words reach his ears and he tenses, arousal building up in the pit of his stomach. It makes his toes curl and he shifts uncomfortably around on the bed, but Bobby has him mounted and he really can’t move much.
Jinhwan covers his face with an arm and keens when Bobby runs his fingers against his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. He can feel laughter in the curve of his neck, breath hot against his skin.
“My baby is so cute,” Bobby is smiling at him, blindingly almost, and Jinhwan trembles at the petname.
“Don’t say things like that,” Jinhwan huffs sporadically between breaths.
“But don’t you like it when I call you that?” Bobby tilts his head in question, teasing him. There’s a hand creeping up his sides under his shirt, the other down his underwear to knead at his ass. It works its way to the front, proceeding to stroke him up and down slowly.
Jinhwan lets out a whine as he flushes a shade of red, avoiding eye contact, stuttering, “I-I do but-”
“Then I’ll keep doing it,” Bobby leans down to kiss at Jinhwan’s forehead and motions for Jinhwan to sit up on the bed. He shimmies Jinhwan out of his shirt and pants, drops them messily on the floor, and slips out of his clothes as well.
“Get on top,” Bobby orders, and Jinhwan follows obediently, switching places and straddling his hips. “Good boy.”
It’s almost unsettling how uncharacteristic Bobby always sounds, comical even. Jinhwan always liked doing what he was told, and Bobby always liked babying him even though he was younger. It came out of nowhere at first, Bobby had said it on a whim. But now, sometimes whispers it in Jinhwan’s ear when he least expects it, and it always has Jinhwan in so much fucking heat that he never had it in himself to stop.
Bobby reaches into the nightstand and hands Jinhwan a small bottle of lube, “Prep yourself.”
Jinhwan blushes even deeper, and he wants to be praised, he really does, wants to be good for Bobby, but god this is so embarrassing he could die. He feels Bobby’s eyes all over him as his hands tremble when they pop the cap and slicks a finger up. He steadies himself on his knees and positions the digit at his entrance, swirls it around in a circle, and forces it in.
Jinhwan starts slowly at first, eyes clenched shut tight as he starts sliding his finger in and out. He adds another when he creates a steady rhythm, trying to hit the spot that his fingers aren’t long enough to reach. Bobby still finds it amazing how responsive Jinhwan can be.
Jinhwan builds enough grit to stare Bobby in the eyes, and he’s gazing at him from below, watching attentively as Jinhwan fucks himself open, “God you look so good like this.” And that has Jinhwan picking up the pace, head hanging low because shit this isn’t enough.
“Bobby-ah, Bobby, Jiwon.” Jinhwan says his name as if it were honey on his tongue and he quivers, legs wavering as he grows impatient, and Bobby nods as Jinhwan slips his fingers out. He’s hard, so insufferably hard that he’s dripping precome onto Bobby’s stomach.
Bobby slips on a condom slicks himself up with lube as Jinhwan shifts and raises himself onto Bobby’s cock, taking a deep breath. He winces as he sinks down, tears pooling at his eyes as he tries to adapt to the stretch. Bobby grabs him by the hips and thrusts up, and Jinhwan cries out sharply when he hits the spot at the right angle.
He wants to cry almost, they don’t do this too often, and he’s never really gotten used to the feeling. Jinhwan braces himself against Bobby’s thighs, pupils so blown that his irises are almost indiscernible, heaving in staccato rhythm.
He rides Bobby’s cock at a steady pace, gasps when Bobby begins to jerk him off along to the thrusts. Jinhwan’s head tips back in pleasure, moaning out a scramble of words that he can’t really make out himself. The slide is so wet and hot that it’s almost staggering, and it’s borderline obscene how Jinhwan whimpers into Bobby’s mouth when he begs him harder.
Jinhwan’s being watched, admired, and his chest swells in an odd sense of pride, and he’s content. He tries his best although his knees are growing weak and it’s exhausting to manage a stroke on his own.
Bobby had grown impatient, slamming Jinhwan down onto him in quick and shallow thrusts. Bobby hits his prostate repetitively and Jinhwan tries to bite back the sob that threatens to spill, trying to balance himself. His lips are swollen pink, biting down nearly to the point of drawing blood. Sweaty locks stick to his forehead and fire ignites on Jinhwan’s skin in little pinpricks. He’s close, he’s really close, vision starting to blur.
“Jinhwan, god, if only you could see yourself like this,” Bobby’s voice is low and oddly steady when he leans to whisper in Jinhwan’s ear. “Do you like it? Does my cock feel good? You’re so good for me Jinhwan, such a good boy.”
“Ah, Bobby, I’m- I’m gonna-” and hits him so fast that he sees stars behind his eyelids. Jinhwan shudders and clenches tight around Bobby as he comes, spilling all over his stomach and chest (it almost catches in his hair even), and it has Bobby following right after.
Jinhwan collapses on top of Bobby, and he thinks it’s absolutely adorable how Jinhwan struggles to catch his breath. Bobby cards his fingers through his hair, locks sliding through them in waves, and pecks Jinhwan’s forehead when he falls asleep.
Bobby smiles as he shifts from under Jinhwan and stands up to go wash himself up. He glances back down at him for a moment, scans his eyes over lithe limbs and soft, supple skin, and he thinks that Jinhwan would look really good in lace.
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