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Assistant: Title: babydoll
        Author: cathedralhearts cathedralhearts 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Dunk doesn’t drink much, has had half a glass of wine and a few sips of beer up until now, and nobody’s pressuring him into it, but he’s watching Joong sip at a beer, the way his throat stretches and gulps at the liquid, how loose his limbs have gone and how uninhibited he’s become, and he thinks maybe--
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              Dunk doesn’t drink much, has had half a glass of wine and a few sips of beer up until now, and nobody’s pressuring him into it, but he’s watching Joong sip at a beer, the way his throat stretches and gulps at the liquid, how loose his limbs have gone and how uninhibited he’s become, and he thinks maybe--
            
        

        
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      JoongDunk give such visuals and I love drunk s@x, so. Fair warning for that.
    




  





    
        
          --They’re at a house party at Pond’s condo.The place is dark with dim overhead lighting in areas, the lounge room converted into a dance floor, with a few lights under his TV cabinet casting just enough visibility on the space, the music loud enough to feel through the floor.It’s not Dunk’s usual scene, but it’s Pond’s birthday and none of them want to deal with going out clubbing and having fans spot them, so his house it is. The fridge is stocked with ten different types of alcohol, bottles of spirits and mixers littering the kitchen counters, with pizzas and platters of all kinds of food in between.Dunk doesn’t drink much, has had half a glass of wine and a few sips of beer up until now, and nobody’s pressuring him into it, but he’s watching Joong sip at a beer, the way his throat stretches and gulps at the liquid, how loose his limbs have gone and how uninhibited he’s become, and he thinks maybe-- So, Dunk asks P’Tay to make him a drink, something not too strong, phi, and P’Tay kisses the top of his head (stretching on his toes a little). P’New appears and slings an arm around P’Tay, inspecting as he pours a dash of vodka into a red cup and reaches for some juice.“What are you making?” Dunk asks, and P’Tay just winks and clicks his tongue when P’New whines about something, elbowing him off.“I’ll take care of you, nong,” is all P’Tay says, pouring orange juice into the cup and then grabbing a bottle of some pink thing to splash on top. “There. Vodka sunrise. I put hardly any vodka, I know you don’t drink much.” P’Tay brandishes the drink at him with a smile, and Dunk thanks him and takes a sip. It’s sweet, and tangy from the orange, with a slight hint of something metallic, that Dunk thinks is probably the vodka.“Go slow. Make sure you eat. You don’t want to get too drunk too fast,” P’Tay says, and then P’New is dragging him off somewhere, leaving Dunk in the kitchen sipping gently at his drink.“Dunk!” he hears behind him, and turns to see Phuwin, red cheeked and laughing. He drapes himself on Dunk and sighs, his breath hot against the side of his neck, and he giggles, all arms.“Have you been drinking?” Dunk asks, and Phuwin grins. It’s warm, despite Pond’s air conditioning, all these bodies stacked in a space not meant for this many people. Dunk can feel the sweat roll down the back of his neck. He’d be bothered normally, but he’s enjoying himself here, loving being surrounded by friends and not having to worry about cameras or being alert. He can breathe.“I snuck a few when Naravit wasn’t looking,” Phuwin sighs, nodding away at nothing in particular. Dunk knows Pond’s going to be annoyed that Phuwin’s drunk, especially under his watch, but he’s just as wasted last time Dunk saw him, trying to do TikTok dances with Louis and P’Mix.“He’s gonna be mad,” Dunk says, echoing his mental sentiment, and Phuwin shrugs.“Maybe he’ll finally let me--” Phuwin is interrupted with Pond’s arrival, spinning into the kitchen and almost crashing into one of the cupboards. He takes one look at Phuwin and Dunk, eyes narrowing.“What are you doing?” Pond demands, walking over and grabbing Phuwin’s arm, pulling him off Dunk. He goes colliding into Pond, and Pond squeezes him tight.“Aw, phi, too tight--” Phuwin groans, but Pond wriggles his eyebrows at Dunk and drags Phuwin out. Dunk shakes his head and laughs, picking up a piece of pizza and nibbling at it while he sips his drink, scrolling through his phone.He’s surprised Mae hasn’t texted. She’s never happy with him being out late, even though he’s in his 20’s and making good money, with the career he has. The older he gets, the more he realises nobody else’s parents are this overprotective. Most of the guys have moved out and have condos, experiencing life away from watchful eyes. Maybe when he graduates, maybe then he’ll be given a bit more freedom.On the other hand, there’s Joong, who has had freedom since he was sixteen and so desperately craved what Dunk had. Who clung onto Dunk so tightly it’d be suffocating to most people, but to Dunk it just feels like a warm bath, or more stability-- someone being at his back when he needed them. Dunk knows he’s spoiled, knows he’s got more than so many have, and appreciates it with every fibre of his being.But tonight… tonight his eyes have been heavy on Joong, watching him move around the room, dancing and singing, having the time of his life. Tonight Dunk wonders if he can bear his mother’s wrath to get what he wants… what he’s been wanting for a while now. Maybe their inhibitions will be low enough for the embers that smoulder to alight into a forest fire.Dunk drains his cup and decides he likes whatever P’Tay made and makes another, glad he paid enough attention to know the measurements, adding more vodka this time. He sinks half the cup and then wanders into the lounge again, unnatural warmth spreading to his limbs, his head getting a little heavier.“Where’s Joong?” he asks P’Tay, who is playing foosball with a few others.“Hm? Oh, I saw him with Pond before,” P’Tay says, jerking his shoulder to slot a goal.Dunk continues to walk around, ducking between bodies of people he vaguely recognised from university, and people he worked with, searching for Pond.He found him coming out the toilet, doing his fly up, lighting up when he saw Dunk.“Dunk-- Joong was looking for you, he headed to the spare room for a lie down,” Pond says, chivvying him towards the hallway. Dunk frowns and drains his cup, putting it down on a bookcase already littered with cups and wrappers, and steadies himself against the wall, fingers pressing against it, needing something immovable. The drink’s gone to his head, and he feels tingly and happy, his thoughts swirling around his head.The need for Joong grows.He finds Pond’s room first, Phuwin facedown and snoring on his bed, shirtless with a bucket and towel nearby. Dunk shakes his head and shuts the door and continues on, opening another door. Sure enough, he spies Joong on the bed, tapping away on his phone. He looks up, and the smile that spreads across his face makes Dunk’s heart race.“DunkDunk,” Joong says, and Dunk steps inside. He shuts the door behind him, leaning up against it.He’d chosen to wear a loose white silk shirt tonight, the buttons undone enough to show off his collarbones, and dark blue shorts, cut high enough the swell of the muscles in his thighs are visible. He’s forgone all jewellery bar his earrings, his hair swept back but relatively unstyled. He knows it’s all of Joong’s favourite things on show to him.“JoongJoong,” Dunk plays back, and Joong giggles, making grabby hands for him. Dunk pushes away from the door and heads over, getting to the bed and putting a knee down on it. “Are you drunk?” he asks.Joong shrugs and yawns, rubbing at his eye, putting his phone down, sticking the charger in.“I’m alright, a little buzzed but okay. How about you? P’Tay said he made you a drink,” Joong scoots a little closer, getting up on his knees and moving closer still. They’re almost the same height, and Dunk wonders.“Handling it okay,” he says, and it’s the truth. He still feels in control, but all the worries he has about the feelings that’ve been growing inside for months are just… gone. He feels clear in his intentions, feels clear about his decision.“Mm? I think Pond’s having a good time,” Joong says, his eyes tracking as he watches Dunk bring his hand up to his neck, trailing his fingers along his collarbone. The smile on Joong’s face fades slightly as his jaw gets slack, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.“What about you, Archen? Are you going to have a good time?” Dunk asks.It’s bold, probably the boldest Dunk will ever be, as he pops another button, revealing more chest. He’s been hitting the gym like crazy to bulk up and tone up, he wants Joong to want him like he wants Joong. He’s got no game, can’t flirt to save his life usually, but somehow with Joong it all comes so easily. He knows what to say and when to say it, they way they were naturally blending with service until it’s one big soup, that they dole out however they see fit. But Dunk doesn’t want this to be misconstrued service, or being flirty as a friend. He needs this to be more. He needs Joong to be his, wholly and completely.“Dunk, what…” Joong trails off as Dunk pops another button, and another. “Are you trying to tease me?” he asks, finally ripping his eyes from Dunk’s slow seduction to look at his face.“No. I’m trying to end the teasing. Let’s give each other what we want,” Dunk says, undoing the last button. “Come kiss me, Archen.”It’s like he’s been uncaged as soon as Dunk says that, given permission to give into the feelings plaguing them both for months.Joong’s moving the second the last syllable leaves Dunk’s lips and is into his arms, one hand holding Dunk’s face and the other around his waist, yanking him in against Joong in one swoop, almost knocking all the air completely out of Dunk in the process.Joong’s lips are warm and wet, and he dominates Dunk just as he’d been hoping, kissing him to within an inch of his life. The embers between them explode, the heat burning him from the inside out, and Dunk moans as Joong moves from his mouth to his neck, sucking what will undoubtedly show as a mark tomorrow.“Dunk, I’ve wanted this for so long, why now--” he gasps, moving to kiss Dunk again, unable to stop. Dunk wraps his arms around Joong and holds on tight, his hands  squeezing at Joong’s arms, before moving to his back, tracing along the muscles as they ripple with Joong’s movement. His back is probably Dunk’s favourite part of Joong, so strong and solid, and it feels so f@ck@ng good, he needs to touch it, needs to feel the bare skin.Joong’s hands shrug off Dunk’s shirt and tweak a nipple, making Dunk squeak and Joong laugh, but Dunk gets his shirt off in between one blink and the other, and shoves Joong backwards. He crawls over him, straddling him, sitting right down on his hips, relishing how Joong thrusts up a little at the contact.Dunk’s hard as hell in his shorts, and he can feel Joong as well.Finally, Dunk sighs to himself as Joong kisses him, shoving his hands down the back of Dunk’s shorts and squeezing.Making quick work of it on both sides they get their shorts and pants off, and they’re just in their briefs, grinding on each other. Joong’s mouthing Dunk’s neck, moving lower so he can bite and lick to his heart’s content without repercussions, and Dunk’s nails are dragging down Joong’s back. It feels so hot, so completely, after so long wanting and pining and wishing, to get his dreams fulfilled in such a manner. He can feel Joong’s length rubbing against his, and it makes his brain go into overdrive wondering what will happen next. He’s never dared to make it this far in his fantasies, skipping to the end, always coming way too fast.“Underwear off,” Dunk begs, and Joong pulls back, looking beyond dazed.“Are you sure? If we do that… there’s no going back, Dunk,” Joong says slowly.Maybe they weren’t on the same page, then. “I don’t want to go back. I want to be yours, Joong. I want you to be mine.”Joong blinks, processing for a moment, as if he can’t believe what he’s heard Dunk say, before he finally nods, moving to kiss Dunk again, sucking on his bottom lip.Then they’re both naked and Joong has Dunk on his back and is between his legs, taking them in hand and stroking. Dunk arches, the feel of someone else’s hand on his c@ck almost too much, his legs wrapping around Joong’s waist and squeezing.“I-I don’t know if Pond has lube,” Joong’s voice catches, and he opens the bedside table drawer and laughs. He pulls out a single use packet of lube and a condom. “He’s a good host.”Dunk hums and takes the condom, considering. The idea of Joong coming inside of him is all he can think about, but he doesn’t know how to ask-- or if he even should. But Joong’s watching him and takes the condom, and puts it back in the drawer. “Maybe we don’t need it, considering we’re both virgins…” he says, and Dunk smiles.“We definitely don’t,” he says, and Joong moves to kiss him again and again, opening the lube and squirting some on a finger, bracing over Dunk with his other hand and distracting Dunk as he opens him up, torturously slow. Dunk’s c@ck is leaking by the third finger, and Joong’s moved to suck marks on his chest now.“Joong, please, get inside me,” Dunk begs, his leg over Joong’s hip and squeezing down again, groaning as Joong does as he’s told, moving to settle between Dunk’s legs.He looks down, his head spinning, to see his abs flexing and tensing as he breathes, his d@ck lying up near his belly button, red and flushed, precome smeared across his skin. It’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and as he watches Joong hold his own and line it up somewhere below, and feels Joong begin to press in, Dunk throws his head back, unable to take it. He feels like he’s burning alive from the inside out, his fingers clutching at the sheets and trying not to tense as Joong pushes in, swearing at the heat and the slide.“F@ck-- I can’t--” Joong gasps, ducking his head, so all Dunk can see is the muscles in his back flexing, as he sinks in, tortuous centimeter by centimeter.“Joong,” Dunk begs, pushing a hand on his shoulder. “Let me turn around.”Joong nods and pulls out, emptying what was left of the packet on his c@ck, and Dunk turns around and gets on all fours, bowing his back. Joong swears again, a hand on Dunk’s hip, and he pushes in. This time, the extra lube and the angle change are apparently all it takes, because it’s one smooth slide and he’s in, buried to the hilt.“Dunk, Dunk, oh god, Dunk--” Joong pleads, and Dunk presses his forehead against the mattresses, everything spinning, and Joong starts to f@ck him, slow and steady, before he builds in rhythm. It sounds so erotic, the smacksmacksmack of Joong’s hips hitting his ass, the feel of him swinging wildly between his legs as the force of Joong’s thrusts stutter his knees across the bed, the sweaty glide of his cheek against the sheets, as he takes them in through the mirror, oddly placed in the corner but angled just enough that Dunk can see the corner of them.“Joong, so good,” Dunk moans, and Joong cages him in, kissing and sucking at the back of his neck.“Dunk, baby, you feel so good, you have no idea, I can’t, I don’t--” Joong chokes off, his thrusts angling just right to reach that deep place inside Dunk, the one he’d been glancing off before now, the tingles building deep in his spine now lighting up his whole body. He clenches his fingers so tightly in the sheets he’d swear they’re ripping, widening his legs more, needing Joong in deeper, needing him to f@ck him harder. “Harder,” Dunk demands, and Joong does as he’s told, the thrusts speeding up and Joong’s whimpers and moans a litany in Dunk’s ear.“Can I-- inside you? Can I come inside you?” Joong asks, as Dunk begins to lose track of time, lost in the sea of intense pleasure, amazed that this is even happening, that he even gets this.He would’ve thought it obvious he wanted Joong to come inside him, and barely gets the words out before he’s orgasming himself, the sheer thought of Joong filling him up too much to bear. He comes so hard he whites out for a few seconds, screaming Joong’s name into the mattress, his b@lls aching from the force behind it, and when he comes to, Joong’s draped over him, chest heaving, having spilled inside him. It doesn’t feel like anything has changed, but somehow everything has.Joong manages to pull out and flops onto the bed next to him, and Dunk looks at him. He’s beyond gorgeous, coated in sweat, his skin so smooth, the muscles ripping under his skin as he scrapes a hand through his hair, his armpit and side on show. Dunk wants to smell it, lick it, as f@ck@ng weird as it is, and he gives in to temptation, rolling into Joong’s side and doing just that. He sucks a mark between his ribs and Joong moans a little as he noses his way up, sucking another mark at the front of his shoulder. Ownership.Joong pulls him in close, his hand resting in his favourite spot, the curve of Dunk’s hip, and Dunk brings up a hand to turn Joong’s head, giving him unfettered access to kiss.“Boyfriend,” Joong says against his lips and Dunk pulls back, and nods.“Boyfriend.” *Phuwin wakes up sometime in the night, completely disoriented and feeling like he’s been hit by a truck. Pond’s snoring like a freight train, his face smashed against Phuwin’s side, his legs thrown akimbo, only in the tiniest pair of briefs Phuwin’s seen in his freaking life, the air conditioner whirring overhead.He takes stock for a moment, mouth dry, smacking his lips and noticing the water bottle Pond had left on the beside, with a foil packet of painkillers, and he sends up a silent prayer of thanks for his phi as he pops two and swallows as much water as he can stand.The house seems silent and he frowns-- maybe he was just dehydrated and that was enough to wake. Pond groans as he moves enough to jostle him, and he rolls over harder into Phuwin’s side, arms and legs wrapping around him, almost putting Phuwin in a bind.“Phi, let me lie down first, God--” Phuwin hisses at him, pushing at Pond until he can turn and then sighs and gives in, letting Pond settle in all around him. He rubs his head, pounding, and stares up at the ceiling until he hears noise.“What is that…” he whispers, straining to hear.It isn’t until he hears a rhythm start up, like a knocking against a door, and then voices, that become clearer the louder they get.“Joong-- Joong-- please, again--”“Dunk, I can’t, you feel--- oh…”Phuwin goes scarlet, and Pond rubs his nose against Phuwin’s neck. “They’re f@ck@ng. Again. Go back to sleep. You don’t wanna hear it,” Pond mumbles.“How can you be so calm about this, they’re doing that in your bed!?”“Spare bed,” Pond determines, dropping a kiss and nuzzling in closer.Phuwin’s exhausted, and still way too drunk for this. Sleep seems like the better option. He does as he’s told.'
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