[M] Caught With Your Pants Do (1/1)

Imagine Person A of your OTP thinking Person B is the conservative, shy type. One day, Person A goes out to do some errands and when they return, hears moaning. Scared that something might have had happened to Person B, they run up and is surprised to see Person B masturbating then orgasming while calling out Person A’s name. Person B then notices Person A. Person A smiles and climbs into bed with Person B.Daehyun watched in much annoyance, and slight amusement, as his best friend, Youngjae, declined another request for a date with a blushing face and a quiet ‘no.’ Jaebum, the annoying pest, dejectedly turned around and walked away after hearing the rejection. But of course he will be back, this certainly isn’t the first time he’s asked Jae out (and been rejected), and it most likely won’t be the last.Daehyun sighed, “He really doesn’t learn to give up, does he?”“I guess not,” Youngjae said, his blush still slightly noticeable.“I’m glad you keep turning him down, Jae. He’s a player, he just wants to get into your pants and then leave you, like he does everyone else,” Daehyun stated. He didn’t actually believe what he said, though. Yes, Jaebum was a player. Was. But now, he seems to only have eyes for Youngjae. And that bothers Daehyun. Greatly.Youngjae’s blush darkened even further. “Well if that’s the case, then I’m definitely not gonna go on a date with him! I’m saving myself-““For marriage?” Daehyun asks teasingly.“For the person I love,” Youngjae corrected with a glare.“Aw, little JaeJae is in love~!” the elder sings, hiding disguising his hurt and disappointment with a teasing grin.“S-Shut up! And so what if I am? At least I don’t sleep with everyone!” Youngjae huffed.Not everyone, Daehyun thought. “It’s not my fault all the girls, and guys, want me. Who am I to deny them? It’s also not my fault God has blessed me with amazing sexual abilities and a big d-““Stop!” Youngjae practically screeched, gaining the attention of several customers in the coffee shop they were currently in. “I don’t need to know what ‘God blessed you’ with, okay?”Daehyun smirked and leaned closer to the younger boy across from him, “Hey, maybe once you finally loosen up a bit you’ll be able to experience my ‘blessings’ first-hand.”Youngjae sputtered before glancing at his non-existent watch on his wrist. “Wow! Look at the time, I’m gonna be late for my next class if I don’t leave right now! See you back at the home!” he said before dashing out of the shop leaving Daehyun chuckling to his self. Youngjae’s next class isn’t for another hour, and it’s only a fifteen minute, at the most, walk back to the university they both attend.He’s so cute, Daehyun thought, when he’s not being a smartass, of course. Really, who would have thought the usual snarky, sarcastic, playful Yoo Youngjae could be so bashful over something like sex and relationships.The brunet chuckled once again while shaking his head to himself before getting up, paying for both himself and his dongsaeng’s snacks and drinks, and leaving the shop to get back to uni.Maybe he could catch up with his chubby-cheeked friend and tease him a bit more before their next period.~Daehyun walked around the grocery store, quietly humming to himself as he shopped. He just had to pick up a couple of things. The necessities. Milk, eggs, several cases of cheesecake (hey, it’s a necessity to him), things of the sort. After picking up everything he needed, bringing it to the register, getting checked, he made his way back to the apartment he shared with Youngjae.Once he walked the short distance from the store to the apartment, standing in the hallway in front his door, he set the bagged groceries on the floor so he could fish out his keys without any trouble. Once he found them, he unlocked the door before stuffing his keys back in his pocket and picking up the groceries as he walked into the small-yet-big-enough-for-two-people apartment.Shutting the door behind him, Daehyun opened his mouth to signal to his housemate that he was home when Youngjae’s voice cuts through the silence of the house. It wasn’t his voice in general that shocked Daehyun, it was the sounds the younger boy released.It sounded like...moaning.The first thing that popped into the brunet’s head was Oh shit, Youngjae’s hurt. With that thought, he dropped the groceries on the floor before quickly made his way to his dongsaeng’s room.“Youngjae?” Daehyun called out quietly as he got closer to Youngjae’s closed door. He didn’t know why he felt the need to whisper, but he did. All he got in response were more moans. He couldn’t deny the moans were making him a bit…excited but this wasn’t the time for that, his friend was possibly hurt!Once he stood directly in front of Youngjae’s door, he almost knocked, but decided against it; instead choosing to just turn the knob of the door and slowly, soundlessly open it.His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him as he quickly shut the door back. He leaned against the wall next to the door as he replayed the scene in his head over and over.Youngjae, kneeling on the bed, naked - save for the white T-shirt he still had on – eyes shut, with a tight grip around his hard, red, leaking cock, his hand moving up and down at a frantic pace, endless moans spilling out from his plump lips.Well, he certainly wasn’t hurt.Youngjae was masturbating. Right then and there.Daehyun could fit his own pants tightening. He released quick, short pants, trying to calm down his quick heart rate.The whole situation seemed somewhat surreal to the brunet. Youngjae, Yoo Youngjae, Jung Daehyun’s best friend since they were little kids, did not masturbate. He just didn’t. He’s so pure, innocent when it comes to things like that. However, there he is, on the other side of the very wall Daehyun is leaning on, jerking off like a pro.Just that thought made Daehyun release a quiet groan of his own. Before he could stop himself, Daehyun had reached for the knob again, opening the door just enough to enable him to see his friend go to work.He watched as Youngjae bit his lip, trying, and failing, to keep in the pleasured sounds he made as his hand movements quickened, hips starting to thrust up into his hand.“Oh f-fuck,” the blonde muttered, bringing the hand he wasn’t using to jerk of with up and under his shirt. Even though he couldn’t see, Daehyun could picture that hand pinching those brown, perky nubs.Daehyun let his own hand wander down to the front of his pants, palming the bulge inside of his now extremely tight jeans. He didn’t let his eyes off the delicious sight in front of him, instead, burning the image inside of his head forever.Youngjae suddenly fell back, now laying on his back with his hand still wrapped around his dick and his feet planted firmly onto the sheets, giving him leverage to fuck his hand more easily. The onlooker groaned quietly at the new position; he could now see the other’s small, pink, most definitely tight hole. He licked his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to march into the room and take the younger, right then and there. However, he wasn’t ready to die, so he stayed where he was.Youngjae’s pleasured moans grew louder and more frequent, his hand flying up and down his member. Daehyun licked his dry lips once again, waiting somewhat impatiently for the most likely beautiful sight of his friend reaching his release.“O-oh s-shit, fuck, Dae-Daehyun. Daehyun!” Youngjae screamed as he came, ribbons of his white fluids squirting across his hand, stomach, and bed sheets.Wait.What?Did Yoo motherfucking Youngjae just scream his name? His name? Jung Daehyun’s name? Assuming Youngjae didn’t know any other Daehyuns, he did.What in the holy ever living fu-“Oh s-shit.” Daehyun was brought out of his highly confused and surprised thoughts as heard Youngjae curse. However, it didn’t sound like it was pleasured, more like surprised and very frightened. Daehyun focused back on his friend and saw that said friend was looking right at him.Oh shit, indeed.Youngjae shrieked, hastily pulling down his shirt, trying to hide as much as he could. “D-Daehyun! Oh my fucking g- ah! Um, w-what are you doing h-here?” he stuttered, his face the same shade as a cherry tomato.Daehyun didn’t say anything, he just opened the door wider and stepped into the room, shutting it behind him.“D-Dae, were you standing there all that t-time? I-I swear it wasn’t what it looked, or sounded, like. Really!” Youngjae defended, casting his gaze down to his lap.Still, Daehyun said nothing. Instead, he made his way to the bed where the blonde boy lay and grabbed his chin, tilting it up so the other could meet his eyes before he dove in for a passionate kiss.~About an hour and a half later, two boys lay in bed next to each other, naked and satisfied, panting harshly as they tried to catch their breath.“Wow,” they both breathed out before looking at each other and bursting into laughter.Daehyun threw his arm around Youngjae’s waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, planting a kiss at a newly-found sensitive spot.“I love you, too,” Daehyun spoke.“W-what?” Youngjae asked, looking up at the ceiling. “I never said I loved you.”“You kinda did,” Daehyun retorted, “Before, you said you were saving yourself for the person you loved. I know you very well, Youngjae, so I know that if you didn’t love me, you would have killed me before I could have even stepped into the room.” He chuckled, “Plus, you moaned my name when you were masturbating. So, I love you, too, Yoo Youngjae.”“…S-shut up, idiot,” Youngjae muttered, lightly smacking Daehyun’s arm before trying to get up, wincing at the pain that shot up his back. “Ah shit!”Daehyun laughed, “I told you I was blessed, didn’t I?”“I said shut up!”