😲 hyunsung
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Hyungjoon had quietly slipped out of the bed, leaving a sleeping Jisung to curl around the nearest pillow with a muffled whine. It was the middle of the night, probably around three or four in the morning, and the teen had woken from a very provocative dream where the younger was the main actor. His hair was matted to his forehead and there was a rather prominent tent in his pajama pants and the med student decided against waking his sleeping angel (this was the first time in a while Jisung had actually slept through most of the night, he needed to sleep). Hyungjoon quietly made his way down the hall and into the bathroom, running the water in the sink to splash some cold water on his face with a sigh. He glanced into the mirror, staring at his sleep deprived self as he contemplated whether or not to give himself relief.
Fuck it I’ll be quick, he thought to himself, not wanting to leave Jisung alone for too long but also not wanting to go to sleep hard and uncomfortable. Tugging his pajama pants down a bit, Hyungjoon took a seat on the edge of the toilet seat as he freed his erection from his clothes. Giving his cock a few slow strokes, he let his head fall back as he bit his lip to keep himself quiet. He began to pick up the pace, quiet breathy moans of his boyfriends name soon spilling past his lips as he thought back to the dream that had started this whole situation. God, he was already so close, the head of his cock leaking precum. Just a few more strokes and-
“Hyungjoon, why are you-” Was all that fell past Jisung’s lips as he entered the bathroom, tired eyes widening almost immediately at the sight. The student froze like a dear in headlights, hand still wrapped around his aching length as his boyfriend just stared, very obviously flustered. Yet, there was a spark of curiosity in the teens eyes that had Hyungjoon’s heart racing.
“I- uhm... do you...want to watch?” Hyungjoon asked, cheeks flushing a soft rosy shade as his boyfriends eyes finally locked with his own. He was about to speak up, about to tell Jisung he didn’t have to, only if he’d wanted too when the younger spoke up first.
“C....Can I?” Jisung asked, barely above a whisper. Hyungjoon nodded, beckoning his lover into the small room.
“Y-Yeah,” He breathed, nerves and excitement coursing through his veins. “Yeah, if you want too.”