Bath Time
Did a one shot for my soulmate. Cause everything I do is for her, obviously. You'll like it, I know it. It's not my best work, nor my most descriptive, though..
“Night hyungie!” Junhong said with a bright grin despite just how tired he was as he slid into his own hotel room that was being shared with Jongup. The members were divided by their ages which meant that Yongguk was bunking with Himchan that night-which was perfectly fine as long as it wasn’t Daehyun as that kid snored more than anyone else, or at least that’s what Youngjae complains of all the time. It’s believable given how exhausted Youngjae looks half the time due to Daehyun’s snoring. No one thinks anything of it.
“Night, maknae.” Yongguk waved back as he slid the card into the hotel door, stepping in and kicking off his shoes. That wasn’t the only thing to go. His jacket followed and soon his shirt. Himchan wasn’t going to be turning up that night as Yongguk had seen his best friend lock his eyes on some woman, which was all fine and dandy but Yongguk really couldn’t care less if the other man got laid or not. His priority at that moment was to take advantage of this alone time.
He wasn’t the type to go out and find some one night stand. He actually had morals-not that Himchan didn’t, but sometimes the man could do some questionable things-and so Yongguk was more content to take care of himself than take advantage of some woman he probably wouldn’t remember the name of. Besides, the way Yongguk looked at it, it was harder to find a man who would have sex with him in this homophobic country and going anywhere that might up his chances would be risking exposure. This was the safer of the two options. Not that he’d ever let anyone know what he did any chance that Himchan was out for the night; that’d be a bit embarrassing given the fact that Himchan sometimes spent three or four nights out of their shared room.
“Man, Himchan gets laid a lot…” Yongguk mused to himself as he kicks his pants from his legs, walking in his boxers to the bathroom so he could clean up and enjoy that bath that he had spotted earlier that day when they had been herded into their rooms to drop their things for all of ten minutes.
Rubbing his eyes, Yongguk started the bath and went to the mirror. Glancing at his reflection, he noticed that that night he looked especially pale and his eyes looked a bit sunken in. His lips were downturned into a frown that he couldn’t help. After a quick inspection of his body, it seemed that he had lost some muscle definition despite working out, though that could be attributed to the fact that he doesn’t eat much because of his rigorous routine as an idol. He had so much work to do at any given time of the day. “I look so tired…man, I feel so tired.” He said to no one before leaning down to splash some water on his face.
Sinking into the warm water as it was filling the tub caused him to let out a soft hiss. The water somewhat scalded his skin, but it was so very pleasant. Things always disappeared when Yongguk found time to take a relaxing bath. And hotels always had the nicest baths. All the stress temporarily melted away as his eyes fell shut, his body sinking below the water and leaving only his head above it. With his foot, he kicked off the nozzle and lay in the water contently.
Silence filled the hotel room and it was so nice. The water shifted with Yongguk’s occasional movements, but the sound that the rippling water made was just as peaceful as the silence. Being in a room with five other men didn’t often mean that he had this type of silence to just think, but this time he was not thinking. There was nothing of importance right at that moment when he felt the frustration having built under his skin for days now. He had wanted to act on it, but could not find time to be alone to do so. Showers didn’t cut it, either. Especially not when there are only two bathrooms, no locks on the door and five other men who all need to get ready at the same time and get out in a rush.
Yongguk took a deep breath and sat up a bit, just so his shoulders were over the water. He glanced down at his body and gently pressed a hand to his toned abdomen that may have lost some muscle, but still had the defined abs that he had worked hard for. His touch drifted across the muscles, running along the outline and even such a simple touch was enough to cause a twitch of arousal in his groin. It had been so long since he had last had any intimate touch, any real pleasure besides his own hand-which was even far too long since the last time he had that as well-that his body reacted to the lightest and most innocent of touches when he allowed himself to let go like he was doing at that moment.
It was sinful, what he was about to do, and he just hoped that no one bothered to come check on him-which was doubtful given the fact that everyone was exhausted and Himchan wouldn’t be returning to the late hours that morning. He was eager and excited either way. This had a thrill of being caught and that only urged his erection further.
His breath was starting to pick up and his lips parted to ease it to his lungs. Tipping his head back on the rim of the tub, his eyes fell shut and he allowed his hand to drift down lower. It didn’t go straight to his erection that was nearly throbbing already with the need that he felt. He liked to tease himself first. Never did he have the time to do so because he was always afraid that he would be caught and this wasn’t something that he wanted to be caught doing, though he doubted that anyone did, but he liked to draw it out for as long as possible before he simply…let go.
First, his hand brushed down his inner thigh that he spread and it made him moan softly. The sound echoed in the bathroom and he felt embarrassed for a moment before remembering that the hotel room was completely empty. Just that single touch was enough to make him feel all sorts of eager. This was something that was most definitely going to be amazing and he couldn’t wait. Maybe he wouldn’t tease himself…
“Ah, fuck it.” He said moments before he grabbed his erection and the cry he let out was deep and hoarse, an attempt to muffle it failed. His breath picked up and grew heavier because it was something he never expected to feel so damn good. Maybe he was just extra sensitive to self-stimulation, who knew. It wasn’t like he was going to talk to Himchan about it and ask if it was normal. He didn’t care if it was normal.
As with each time before, Yongguk didn’t think of anyone when he was doing this. He felt wrong thinking of someone while he got off because he felt as though it were disrespectful and he wasn’t that sort of guy. Instead, what he thought about was the pleasure itself. He thought about how nice it felt to have his hand touching such sensitive skin, stroking along the long base of his cock, rough fingers smoothing over it with the aid of the warm water that he soaked in. The pleasure was a soft warmth, like a fire that needed to be stoked. It was gentle as it spread throughout his body, encouraged by the strokes of his hand that slid up and down along the length in sure and experienced motions, twisting along the base with the perfect amount of pleasure that it was incredible each and every time.
He let out soft pants, very breathy moans that were deep and husky. His spine arched every now and then but he otherwise tried to keep himself relaxed. It was always better when he was relaxed up until the moment of his climax. He definitely preferred it this way.
The noises that were echoing in the bathroom slowly increased in volume and it was an embarrassing length of three minutes later that Yongguk found himself squirming underneath his own touch. It was always interesting that he always intended to think of no one but the pleasure he was giving to himself and then he was always assaulted with images of a person. He couldn’t help himself and he couldn’t stop, not when he was this close to release.
Long legs. Pale skin. Shapely ass. Lengthy neck. Soft cries of his name that he had never heard before and so are mute in his mind, but the form of their lips as they toss their head back, soft blond hair matted to their forehead from the sweat and exertion of energy that they both give. Their dull fingernails clawing along Yongguk’s back as he pumps his hips in such a sure way-his hand was now gripping himself tighter and the water was sloshing along the sides as he sped up.
“Oh…oh, oh.” He cried out, grinding his teeth together as he’s sure that he would make a much louder noise if he had not tried to muffle himself.
The spasms that rocked his body were pleasant and satisfying and absolutely everything that he needed. It was a warm heat that spread to the tip of his fingers and the soles of his feet, taking his breath away and creating a bliss that Yongguk could savor for a good while before the frustration began to eat away at him again.
A blissful smile drifted over his lips as he stroked himself through the orgasm but otherwise let his arm fall to his side in the water, letting the warmth soothe him for a while longer before he would have to get up. Just a little while longer…
***
“Hey, hyung, you’re still awake?” Himchan asked pointlessly as he walked into the room. Lipstick was smeared over his jawbone and his clothes were disheveled, but he otherwise looked happy.
Yongguk was reclining on his bed, going over the set lists and the plans and schedules that they had for the group. It was just after one am and Yongguk hadn’t felt ready to go to bed just yet. Lounging in his sweats had been a better idea by far.
“Yeah, just going over a couple things before our concert.” He said softly in response, gathering all the papers as he assumed Himchan would want to go to bed soon and so would need the lights off to do that.
“You work too much. You should have come out with me tonight.” Himchan stated as he began to strip for bed, walking into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, though the door was kept open. “Maybe next time? We could find you a chick to lay.”
The offer was always there, he had always been invited and while he appreciated it, it just wasn’t something that he’d be capable of doing. He didn’t want to do anything that he wouldn’t feel comfortable with. Besides, he had something equally as satisfying and wouldn’t leave him feeling guilty the next day. He smiled softly and shook his head. Laying down, he shut off his bedside lamp. “No thanks, man. I’m satisfied just fine.”
“Night hyungie!” Junhong said with a bright grin despite just how tired he was as he slid into his own hotel room that was being shared with Jongup. The members were divided by their ages which meant that Yongguk was bunking with Himchan that night-which was perfectly fine as long as it wasn’t Daehyun as that kid snored more than anyone else, or at least that’s what Youngjae complains of all the time. It’s believable given how exhausted Youngjae looks half the time due to Daehyun’s snoring. No one thinks anything of it.
“Night, maknae.” Yongguk waved back as he slid the card into the hotel door, stepping in and kicking off his shoes. That wasn’t the only thing to go. His jacket followed and soon his shirt. Himchan wasn’t going to be turning up that night as Yongguk had seen his best friend lock his eyes on some woman, which was all fine and dandy but Yongguk really couldn’t care less if the other man got laid or not. His priority at that moment was to take advantage of this alone time.
He wasn’t the type to go out and find some one night stand. He actually had morals-not that Himchan didn’t, but sometimes the man could do some questionable things-and so Yongguk was more content to take care of himself than take advantage of some woman he probably wouldn’t remember the name of. Besides, the way Yongguk looked at it, it was harder to find a man who would have sex with him in this homophobic country and going anywhere that might up his chances would be risking exposure. This was the safer of the two options. Not that he’d ever let anyone know what he did any chance that Himchan was out for the night; that’d be a bit embarrassing given the fact that Himchan sometimes spent three or four nights out of their shared room.
“Man, Himchan gets laid a lot…” Yongguk mused to himself as he kicks his pants from his legs, walking in his boxers to the bathroom so he could clean up and enjoy that bath that he had spotted earlier that day when they had been herded into their rooms to drop their things for all of ten minutes.
Rubbing his eyes, Yongguk started the bath and went to the mirror. Glancing at his reflection, he noticed that that night he looked especially pale and his eyes looked a bit sunken in. His lips were downturned into a frown that he couldn’t help. After a quick inspection of his body, it seemed that he had lost some muscle definition despite working out, though that could be attributed to the fact that he doesn’t eat much because of his rigorous routine as an idol. He had so much work to do at any given time of the day. “I look so tired…man, I feel so tired.” He said to no one before leaning down to splash some water on his face.
Sinking into the warm water as it was filling the tub caused him to let out a soft hiss. The water somewhat scalded his skin, but it was so very pleasant. Things always disappeared when Yongguk found time to take a relaxing bath. And hotels always had the nicest baths. All the stress temporarily melted away as his eyes fell shut, his body sinking below the water and leaving only his head above it. With his foot, he kicked off the nozzle and lay in the water contently.
Silence filled the hotel room and it was so nice. The water shifted with Yongguk’s occasional movements, but the sound that the rippling water made was just as peaceful as the silence. Being in a room with five other men didn’t often mean that he had this type of silence to just think, but this time he was not thinking. There was nothing of importance right at that moment when he felt the frustration having built under his skin for days now. He had wanted to act on it, but could not find time to be alone to do so. Showers didn’t cut it, either. Especially not when there are only two bathrooms, no locks on the door and five other men who all need to get ready at the same time and get out in a rush.
Yongguk took a deep breath and sat up a bit, just so his shoulders were over the water. He glanced down at his body and gently pressed a hand to his toned abdomen that may have lost some muscle, but still had the defined abs that he had worked hard for. His touch drifted across the muscles, running along the outline and even such a simple touch was enough to cause a twitch of arousal in his groin. It had been so long since he had last had any intimate touch, any real pleasure besides his own hand-which was even far too long since the last time he had that as well-that his body reacted to the lightest and most innocent of touches when he allowed himself to let go like he was doing at that moment.
It was sinful, what he was about to do, and he just hoped that no one bothered to come check on him-which was doubtful given the fact that everyone was exhausted and Himchan wouldn’t be returning to the late hours that morning. He was eager and excited either way. This had a thrill of being caught and that only urged his erection further.
His breath was starting to pick up and his lips parted to ease it to his lungs. Tipping his head back on the rim of the tub, his eyes fell shut and he allowed his hand to drift down lower. It didn’t go straight to his erection that was nearly throbbing already with the need that he felt. He liked to tease himself first. Never did he have the time to do so because he was always afraid that he would be caught and this wasn’t something that he wanted to be caught doing, though he doubted that anyone did, but he liked to draw it out for as long as possible before he simply…let go.
First, his hand brushed down his inner thigh that he spread and it made him moan softly. The sound echoed in the bathroom and he felt embarrassed for a moment before remembering that the hotel room was completely empty. Just that single touch was enough to make him feel all sorts of eager. This was something that was most definitely going to be amazing and he couldn’t wait. Maybe he wouldn’t tease himself…
“Ah, fuck it.” He said moments before he grabbed his erection and the cry he let out was deep and hoarse, an attempt to muffle it failed. His breath picked up and grew heavier because it was something he never expected to feel so damn good. Maybe he was just extra sensitive to self-stimulation, who knew. It wasn’t like he was going to talk to Himchan about it and ask if it was normal. He didn’t care if it was normal.
As with each time before, Yongguk didn’t think of anyone when he was doing this. He felt wrong thinking of someone while he got off because he felt as though it were disrespectful and he wasn’t that sort of guy. Instead, what he thought about was the pleasure itself. He thought about how nice it felt to have his hand touching such sensitive skin, stroking along the long base of his cock, rough fingers smoothing over it with the aid of the warm water that he soaked in. The pleasure was a soft warmth, like a fire that needed to be stoked. It was gentle as it spread throughout his body, encouraged by the strokes of his hand that slid up and down along the length in sure and experienced motions, twisting along the base with the perfect amount of pleasure that it was incredible each and every time.
He let out soft pants, very breathy moans that were deep and husky. His spine arched every now and then but he otherwise tried to keep himself relaxed. It was always better when he was relaxed up until the moment of his climax. He definitely preferred it this way.
The noises that were echoing in the bathroom slowly increased in volume and it was an embarrassing length of three minutes later that Yongguk found himself squirming underneath his own touch. It was always interesting that he always intended to think of no one but the pleasure he was giving to himself and then he was always assaulted with images of a person. He couldn’t help himself and he couldn’t stop, not when he was this close to release.
Long legs. Pale skin. Shapely ass. Lengthy neck. Soft cries of his name that he had never heard before and so are mute in his mind, but the form of their lips as they toss their head back, soft blond hair matted to their forehead from the sweat and exertion of energy that they both give. Their dull fingernails clawing along Yongguk’s back as he pumps his hips in such a sure way-his hand was now gripping himself tighter and the water was sloshing along the sides as he sped up.
“Oh…oh, oh.” He cried out, grinding his teeth together as he’s sure that he would make a much louder noise if he had not tried to muffle himself.
The spasms that rocked his body were pleasant and satisfying and absolutely everything that he needed. It was a warm heat that spread to the tip of his fingers and the soles of his feet, taking his breath away and creating a bliss that Yongguk could savor for a good while before the frustration began to eat away at him again.
A blissful smile drifted over his lips as he stroked himself through the orgasm but otherwise let his arm fall to his side in the water, letting the warmth soothe him for a while longer before he would have to get up. Just a little while longer…
***
“Hey, hyung, you’re still awake?” Himchan asked pointlessly as he walked into the room. Lipstick was smeared over his jawbone and his clothes were disheveled, but he otherwise looked happy.
Yongguk was reclining on his bed, going over the set lists and the plans and schedules that they had for the group. It was just after one am and Yongguk hadn’t felt ready to go to bed just yet. Lounging in his sweats had been a better idea by far.
“Yeah, just going over a couple things before our concert.” He said softly in response, gathering all the papers as he assumed Himchan would want to go to bed soon and so would need the lights off to do that.
“You work too much. You should have come out with me tonight.” Himchan stated as he began to strip for bed, walking into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, though the door was kept open. “Maybe next time? We could find you a chick to lay.”
The offer was always there, he had always been invited and while he appreciated it, it just wasn’t something that he’d be capable of doing. He didn’t want to do anything that he wouldn’t feel comfortable with. Besides, he had something equally as satisfying and wouldn’t leave him feeling guilty the next day. He smiled softly and shook his head. Laying down, he shut off his bedside lamp. “No thanks, man. I’m satisfied just fine.”