Wednesdays were Haruto's favorite days. Because on Wednesdays, Asahi had producer team meeting and Jaehyuk had to go to university and Junghwan had dance department activities. On Wednesdays, Jeongwoo came straight after school and they'd make out and fuck and cook together and talk freely in the dorm.

Today he'd barely let Jeongwoo get in the dorm before he was kissing him. It was perfect.

Well. Mostly.

He didn't thought Jeongwoo would notice it.

"Haruto, why are you slouching more than usual?"

"... I'm not?"

Jeongwoo stepped away from him, frowning. "Did you hurt your back?" Haruto shook his head, but he knew that the blush on his face would give him away. "Haruto, if something's wrong, you need to tell me."

Haruto sighed and ran his hands down the lapel of Jeongwoo's uniform and got distracted for a moment. Since Jeongwoo started his last year of high school, he had to admit, he'd developed a slight kink for seeing Jeongwoo in his school clothed. Like a school bad boy fantasy come to life.

"It's not important, I promise. Why don't we just go to my room, and..." he could feel his blush deepen. "Practice some songs?"

"How about," Jeongwoo countered, flipping them around so that Haruto was pressed against the door, "you tell me what's going on?" The door banged against the frame and Haruto spared a moment to be grateful that no one else was home.

"It's not a big deal. Just some of the boys in my japanese chat group teasing me about us... Well, you know."

"No," Jeongwoo said slowly, leaning forward to press a closed-mouthed kiss on the corner of Haruto's lips. "I don't know. That's why you have to talk to me."

"How can I talk to you if you keep accosting me in doorways?" As soon as Haruto said that, Jeongwoo stepped back and leaned against the opposite wall. Haruto fidgeted with his shirt for a minute before sighing. "They were just asking stupid questions. About... Us." He looked up at Jeongwoo, but had to look away again. He felt awkward right now. It was rare for him to feel like this, he actually hadn't felt this uncomfortable since Jihoon had tried to buy him a box of condoms and he'd almost replied 'I don't need them, Jeongwoo and I bareback' to the guy.

"What kinds of questions? They weren't bullying you, were they? Because you should talk to Yoshi if they were--"

"No! It's nothing like that."

"Then what, Haruto?"

Haruto could feel himself blushing. He probably looked like a tomato and he felt even more stupid.

"They were joking about how they thought I'd, you know, be the one on top. In a relationship. But that, since I'm with you, they weren't sure who was topping who. But because of my rapper style, I had to be topping." He forced out an awkward laugh and tried to melt into the wall. "Only Riki were saying that, though! Shota had thought they were talking about bunkbeds and Yuta had said that I probably just bottomed from the top..." And Haruto had to google that one to figure out what he'd meant.

"Haruto," Jeongwoo murmured with a smile, stepping closer to him. "I don't care that I'm shorter than you. And I like that you're taller than me."

"You- you actually do?"

"Of course I do," Jeongwoo laughed. "You're gorgeous. You've got legs for days, you walk like nobody's business, you look hot in everything you try on, plus," he said with a smirk, "You're at the perfect height for me to kiss your neck." He licked the spot underneath Haruto's jaw that always made him moan.

"Wait! You- you really don't care about what they were saying?" Haruto asked while Jeongwoo's teeth dug into Haruto's skin through the thin barrier of his t-shirt.

"I'm not going to be offended by their stupid thoughts about our relationship," Jeongwoo explained, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his bedroom. "We are both guys, not a het couple that the bottom is a danty woman." He snorted as he pushed Haruto into his bedroom. "Also, it's like as if there aren't any het couples where the man is shorter than the woman. Like there aren't any men who like to be pushed around." Haruto blushed, since he was currently standing exactly where Jeongwoo had directed him, watching Jeongwoo take off his yellow mustard jacket and toss it on the bed like Haruto's room became his whenever he was there.

"I'm sorry I listened to them," Haruto said. "I should have realized sooner how silly the whole thing is."

Jeongwoo's eyes narrowed. "You should have realized sooner? How long have you been thinking about this?"

Haruto bit his lip and stupidly tried to think of a way to hide his feet. He'd been wearing the same pair of thin-soled shoes to the last couple of dates he'd had with Jeongwoo.

"How long?" Jeongwoo asked, stalking towards him. He sounded dangerous. Instinctively, Haruto shivered, pressing himself back against the door. "I'm not mad, Haruto. It just... You've been through so much. It makes me disappointed those guys are making you self-concious."

"I'm not self-concious," he protested.

"You were slouching even more than what you usually already do. You had the best posture of anyone I know." Jeongwoo stilled. "Are you...are you really that ashamed of me? Of us?"

"No!" Haruto surged towards him, but Jeongwoo pressed him back against the wall and kept him at arm's length. "I swear, Jeongwoo, that has nothing to do with it..."

When Jeongwoo looked up at him his face was set in harsh lines. Haruto shivered again; a different kind of fear thrilled through his body. Jeongwoo reached forward, tangled a hand tight in Haruto's hair, and pulled him downwards. "You're not taller than me when you're on your knees," Jeongwoo whispered.

Haruto moaned, his cock hardening. The uncarpeted floor was hard under his knees and Jeongwoo's hand in his hair was bringing tears to his eyes and for the first time since the conversation had started Haruto wasn't nervous. Because Jeongwoo wasn't pissed off, wasn't insulted, wasn't hurt. Jeongwoo was hard.

He panted, his mouth pressed against Jeongwoo's cock, lips chafing from the rough weave of Jeongwoo's slacks. Jeongwoo put one hand on the back of Haruto's head and rubbed Haruto's face against his dick, jerking himself off with Haruto's mouth through his pants. Jeongwoo had never done this to him before. Used him like a toy. He didn't let Haruto set the pace, didn't let Haruto decide where to put his mouth. Haruto just whimpered and swayed with the motion of Jeongwoo's hips, worshipping the heat of Jeongwoo's cock and obeying the pull of his hand. Surreptitiously he rubbed himself through his jeans, moaning against Jeongwoo's dick, licking stripes up the shaft and sucking on the head, Jeongwoo's zipper rubbing his lips raw.

He didn't even realize how close he was to coming himself until Jeongwoo shoved him backwards and he came. Slumped on the floor, thighs pressed together, jeans pulled tight over his crotch, he came for Jeongwoo. He shuddered, curling into a ball, wishing that he dared touch himself again without Jeongwoo's permission, because he wanted to come harder, needed just a bit more pressure--

Jeongwoo flipped him over on his back and knelt between his spread legs. Only--only not exactly between because Jeongwoo's knee was pressed right against his cock, his weight was resting there, and it was--it was like Haruto's entire body was frozen with shock. Pleasure and fear rippled outwards from his groin, from the pressure Jeongwoo was inflicting on him, the intensity with which Jeongwoo was staring at him.

"You're not taller than me now," Jeongwoo murmured as he leaned forward to crush Haruto's balls between their bodies.

"Don't care," Haruto gasped. "Doesn't matter, it doesn't--"

"That's not how you felt before," Jeongwoo said carefully, rocking back in forth in subtle shifts that made Haruto claw at his back for mercy. He was coming down from his orgasm and it hurt.

"I love you," Haruto said helplessly. Because even if it did matter, even if Jeongwoo was a foot shorter or one-hundred pounds heavier or had his hair dyed as blond as Asahi's, he'd still be Jeongwoo. The kiss he pressed to Haruto's lips as he pulled him off the ground would still be as sweet. The hand he worked into the front of Haruto's pants to see how much of a mess he'd made would still be as gentle and thorough and clever.

Jeongwoo's hand was covered in Haruto's come when he pulled it back out of Haruto's jeans.

"Strip."

Haruto hurried to obey. Tugged his jeans over his hips, hissing at the uncomfortable friction. Yanked his shirts over his head and tossed them on the ground, sneaking a glance at Jeongwoo to catch the approval in his eye when Haruto didn't stop to fold them. Then he just stood. Naked, flithy, cock still half-hard and not getting any softer.

Slowly, Jeongwoo undid the button of his trousers. Inch by inch he slid down the zipper. As if he had all the time in the world, he eased the fabric down his thighs and slowly started stroking his cock.

"Slick yourself up for me," Jeongwoo whispered. Haruto looked around the room for lube for only a second before Jeongwoo grabbed his hand and trailed Haruto's fingers through the come around his cock. "Use this."

Haruto's fingers were shaking. Jeongwoo was close enough that Haruto could feel the heat of his body, but Jeongwoo wasn't touching any part of him. He just let go of Haruto's wrist and watched as he worked two come-covered fingers inside of himself.

"Still open from last night?" Haruto nodded slowly, riding through the familiar burn, breathing into the stretch. "Slut," Jeongwoo breathed, and when Haruto flinched, his fingers brushed against his prostate.

He was a slut. Jeongwoo had explained it to him one night, after he'd made Haruto come for the third time with nothing but his tongue. He was a slut because he liked sex, and he wanted it, and wasn't afraid to admit it. And that is so sexy, Jeongwoo had murmured into the ticklish place behind Haruto's knee, before he bent his body in half to fuck him through the mattress. I love that you're such a slut for me.

For you, Haruto had agreed.

The word still felt mean. Filthy. Shameful. But Haruto kept his eyes locked on Jeongwoo's and looked for the pride that was always there, the eagerness and the care. Jeongwoo loved him and his body, he felt sexy to be admired by those wolf eyes.

The heavy atmosphere was broken when Haruto had barely worked in the tip of his third finger before Jeongwoo pulled his arm away.

"Around my neck," Jeongwoo ordered, and Haruto immediately wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's wide shoulders. His head fell back against the wall when Jeongwoo guided one of Haruto's legs up and around his waist. A choked whimper fell out of his mouth when his fully-clothed boyfriend spread his legs apart and fucked his come-slick hole up against the wall with his hard, thick cock.

Haruto couldn't move. He just held on as Jeongwoo eased into his body one slow slide at a time, all the way in and all the way out, until Haruto thought he'd die from the contrast; the aching absence and the overwhelming friction. He couldn't move, so he let Jeongwoo move him. He hitched his legs up around Jeongwoo's waist when Jeongwoo palmed his ass and rolled his hips when Jeongwoo's hands tightened on his thighs.

He caught himself biting his lip to keep himself quiet, and then remembered: there's no one else home.

There was a look of intense concentration on Jeongwoo's face. The muscles in his neck and shoulders were standing out, his breath caught every time he lifted Haruto up and then dropped him back down (so, so deep, so, so hard). It was like Jeongwoo was trying to fuck every doubt and insecurity out of him one thrust at a time.

And Haruto felt holy in his sexual frenzy, on the way his body moved by Jeongwoo's thrusts. He felt like he should give something in return.

Jeongwoo liked it when Haruto made noise.

Haruto felt the rest of his body clench when he opened his mouth. It made Jeongwoo's cock feel even bigger inside of him, made the strangled cry tripping past his lips even longer and louder.

"Again," he gasped, and Jeongwoo's speed nearly doubled. "Just--just--fuck, oh, Jeongwoo," and he was sobbing because Jeongwoo liked being shorter than him and he liked how long Haruto's legs were and how he could just lean forward to bite at his neck and so this was perfect; he felt beautiful and Jeongwoo felt strong and for every bruise Jeongwoo was leaving on his body Haruto would just steal a kiss in the morning.

When Jeongwoo finally started to wear out he turned away from the wall - hitching Haruto up higher in his arms, jolting his prostate at a painful new angle - and literally threw Haruto on the bed.

"Hands and knees," Jeongwoo said quickly, and Haruto moaned as he heaved himself onto his stomach.

Jeongwoo dripped more lube into his sore hole before he started again. It was cold, but he only had a second to feel it before Jeongwoo slammed into him. Fucking him harder than he'd ever been fucked before.

His cock was dripping. Precum in sticky strings pulsed out of his slit every time the headboard slammed against the wall, every time Jeongwoo slapped his ass, every time Jeongwoo resettled his hands on Haruto's hips to pull him in even faster.

"I love you," Haruto pleaded, because if Jeongwoo would touch his cock for even a second he'd be able to come. "Love you," he reminded Jeongwoo, because even though he felt hot and wanted and beautiful he was starting to feel like maybe he was being punished. On his hands and knees, naked, fingernails digging into the sheets, untouched cock slapping his stomach with every thrust.

Jeongwoo wasn't saying anything. Wasn't calling him beautiful or baby or his.

"I"m sorry," Haruto said finally, closing his eyes as he felt tears prickle his eyes.

Jeongwoo froze. Buried completely inside Haruto's body, bent over him, the buttons of his shirt digging into the knobs of Haruto's spine. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry," Haruto sobbed, rocking backwards, trying to get Jeongwoo to move again. "I don't care, I don't care about any of it, none of it matters, just..."

"Just what?" Jeongwoo asked. He sounded dangerous again.

Haruto felt broken open. Defenseless. He didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to ask for. Because he wanted Jeongwoo to keep going, wanted Jeongwoo to kiss him, wanted Jeongwoo to touch him so that he could fucking come. He also wanted Jeongwoo to stop fucking him and just hold him for about a month.

Jeongwoo pulled out too quickly and flipped Haruto onto his back. Haruto kept his legs spread and somehow managed to keep himself from stroking his own cock. Jeongwoo just stared at him for what felt like hours.

"Are you sure that you don't mind?" Jeongwoo whispered, his strong feature twisting into an uncomfortable mask. And Haruto remembered that Jeongwoo was never as confident as he pretended to be. His uniform was still on, and Haruto wondered if maybe he wasn't the only one who used clothes as a shield.

And then he closed his eyes because an hour ago, the answer would have been no. The answer would have been I don't wear thick-soled shoes when we go out and I slouch when I'm next to you and when you kiss me and I don't say anything when my friends tease me.

Haruto had cared.

He opened his eyes and looked at his strong, beautiful, sexy boyfriend. "We're perfect together," he said honestly.

And he kissed Jeongwoo back when he leaned forward and wrapped his long legs around Jeongwoo's waist to pull him closer and stretched his torso out in a long curve to get Jeongwoo to bite his nipples. He was taller than his boyfriend, he was taller than his top, and it made the sex even better.

Jeongwoo fucked him like a desperate man: curled over his body, rough and fast, his only goal to get them both off. His hands were on Haruto's thighs, keeping him open, keeping his hips tilted at the exact angle that would ensure that he nailed Haruto's prostate full-on every time.

At first Haruto didn't realize what was happening. His hips had started to twitch and his ass had tightened around Jeongwoo's cock and his lungs locked up for long, tense seconds before he realized that there was semen spilling out of his cock. More and more with every thrust of Jeongwoo's hips. When he finally regained enough control of his body to pull in some oxygen, he screamed. His nails dug crescents into Jeongwoo's shoulders and his toes curled until they cramped and his cock just kept coming, a long steady stream.

For the first time in his life, he came without being touched.

He came, but Jeongwoo didn't. And for five torturous minutes after Haruto came, Jeongwoo kept fucking him. Whispering so hot, just like that, tighten up, baby, scream for me again. When Jeongwoo finally came, spilling wet and deep inside Haruto's body, thrusting quickly to drive his come as far in as he could, Haruto came a second time. His body overwhelmed with painful cramps, his cock dripping a pitiful amount of semen onto his stomach.

"Well," he said, when he finally caught his breath. "That certainly was a productive discussion." Jeongwoo just groaned and pulled out slowly, come spilling out after him.

"We should shower," Jeongwoo murmured, kissing Haruto's shoulder and fingering his come-slick hole almost absentmindedly.

"Food first? I'm starving."

Jeongwoo deliberated for a moment. "Let's compromise. How about we shower first - together - and then I take you out for dinner?" Haruto had been planning on making lasagna together, but that could wait. He opened his mouth to agree, but before he could say anything, Jeongwoo interrupted him. "If you wear those new dior boots you bought last month, I'll even treat you to dessert."

He smiled.

"Sounds perfect."