water conservation (woohyun/dongwoo)
water conservation.
2woo. r. who knows. ~2,700 words.
I thought I said I wasn't supposed to write infinite again?
Climbing into the van after a long schedule is always one of Dongwoo's favourite moments. Sitting inside a cool vehicle with a cold bottle of water between his legs as he fastens his seatbelt is only one of the brief stints of time he treasures. In a few moments, the rest of the group will filter in, chattering or texting or leaning against a window or a bandmate to nap. It's right now he appreciates with eyes closed and a hand on the top of his water bottle, slowly twisting off the cap.
Before he goes for a drink, he leans forward, his sunglasses falling off the top of his head to rest on the bridge of his nose, the sound of the van door opening and the soft voice of Woohyun filling his ears. "This seat taken," Woohyun asks and Dongwoo doesn't even need to look over at him to know the younger's grinning. "By you, I hope," is Dongwoo's only reply and he pats the seat next to him, finally tilting his head toward Woohyun, his gaze lifting.
This is how it starts.
Dongwoo goes for his first drink of water and despite how he is looking forward, there's a familiar feeling of being watched. It's still only the two of them in the van, as, according to Woohyun, Sungjong found something in one of the shops which prompted Myungsoo to stay behind and eventually it caused the rest of them too. The details didn't matter as all it meant was "more time with his hyung." It's when he goes for his second drink that he rests the bottle against his lips, not having lifted it up enough to actually get any water. "Did you want some," Dongwoo asks, his eyes only shifting to catch Woohyun looking away as soon as they made contact. What surprises him is the lack of verbal response, but instead, a loose grip around his own wrist and Woohyun helps him tilt the bottle back enough for a long, refreshing drink. Dongwoo can't help to make a small pleasured sound, a sigh of mixed relief and contentedness, but the moment is short-lived.
Woohyun's other hand curls around the bottle and Dongwoo is far too quick to relinquish his grasp, his eyes trained on the younger as he goes to take a drink of his own. Woohyun has a towel around his shoulders, collarbones exposed by the black tank top he's wearing and Dongwoo catches the faint reminder of the sweat left there by how his skin shines. Dongwoo lets out another soft sound, this time of embarrassment, catching Woohyun's smirk, alerting him to the fact Woohyun caught him staring. He doesn't try to cover it up, ducking his head as his gaze drops to Woohyun's knees, one of his hands lifting to brush his bangs away repeatedly. When he hears the first gulp, Dongwoo thinks it's safe to look again, eyes stopping to watch the bob of Woohyun's adam's apple, but he's caught once more as Woohyun hadn't stopped watching him in the first place.
Dongwoo doesn't realise his hand holding the bottle cap is in an awkward place until Woohyun reaches for it once he's finished, fingers gliding across Dongwoo's thigh to in between his legs, gently prying open Dongwoo's fist to grab the cap. He stammers, incomplete sentences forming and escaping past his lips and he wonders if Woohyun knows how easily he affects him. "Dongwoo hyung," the younger starts, dropping the bottle on the floor as soon as the cap is tightened. "It's just me." And before Dongwoo can reply, one of Woohyun's hands moves to the side of his neck and Dongwoo can only register how cool his fingers feel against his own warm skin, craving more of it as his entire body felt hot from practice. The older shivers, eyes shutting as Woohyun's hand moved to the nape of his neck, fingertips making contact with his hair. His lips part unintentionally, even more so when he hears Woohyun repeat the quiet, "it's just me," sensing him lean in and feeling warm breath against the shell of his ear. "I know," Dongwoo answers, turning his head, his eyes staying closed as the small distance closes between them.
He hears Howon's laughter, his eyes snapping open and he sits back in his seat, hands smoothing down his pants to pull out the invisible wrinkles as the rest of Infinite piles into the van. There are several shared glances between himself and Woohyun as they continue to share the bottle of water back to the hotel room, Dongwoo wishing he was a telepath so he would know just what Woohyun was thinking.
In all honesty, he should have expected it with how Woohyun stayed close to him, through the lobby, in the elevator, and how he trotted behind Dongwoo asking if he could stay in his hotel room for the night. At first, Dongwoo thinks nothing of it, agreeing with a bright grin as he opens his room the moment it unlocks and the light turns from red to green. He barely makes it three steps into the room before Woohyun grabs his attention, the sound of the latch securing the door and Woohyun's familiar grip around his wrist once again. "What's wro-" Dongwoo tries to ask before their lips crash together in a messy kiss, Woohyun's hands wandering with no rhyme or reason. "You smell like sweat," Woohyun chides as his lips glide down Dongwoo's neck, causing the older to shiver once again and Dongwoo isn't sure if it's from what he's doing or how he sounds. There's mysteriousness to his words and Dongwoo wonders if he's being bated for a trap. Regardless, he laughs, airy and staggered as he helps Woohyun help him out of his own shirt.
"I was going to shower," Dongwoo offers and when he catches Woohyun lift his head away, his thumb moving across Dongwoo's lips, he knows that this is exactly what Woohyun wanted to hear.
"You know what they say, hyung. Save water, shower together." Dongwoo's jaw drops, his eyes squint together, and he exhales out a sound that could have been a word but it's more akin to a strangled whine. He wants to hate how Woohyun easily steps back into the bathroom, one hand with a finger hooked in the belt loop of Dongwoo's pants and his other lazily lifting to turn on the light. He almost trips over the threshold, staring down at his feet before Woohyun guides his head, tilting it upward so they are eye to eye. "I got you," Woohyun reassures, licking his lips before leaning in. Dongwoo quietly pushes aside how weird all this is, how odd he actually enjoys Woohyun's lips against his own and becomes distracted, until he feels Woohyun's hand slip, careful and surprisingly knowing fingers wrapping around his length with only the thin fabric of his boxers between them. Instead of protesting, Dongwoo nods dumbly, his stance widening to help Woohyun with the removal of his jeans.
The moment is stunted by Woohyun's chuckling, Dongwoo exhaling a soft, "what is it?" The older watches helplessly as Woohyun steps back, his shirt easily tugged up and over his head, hands hastily dropping, pushing down both his own jeans and boxers in one go. It isn't anything he hasn't seen before, but Dongwoo can't help to notice Woohyun's erection, no longer strained by layers of fabric. The sight of it makes Dongwoo swallow thickly, his gaze struggling to look back up at Woohyun's face. "You're blushing," Woohyun points out and Dongwoo snorts indignantly, shaking his head with a curt 'no.' "Get out of your pants, hyung," Woohyun demands with another soft chuckle and a smirk, turning around to turn on the shower and Dongwoo takes note of both the size of the hotel shower and Woohyun's backside. They're both nice sights, he thinks as he's slipping out of his jeans and boxers, stalling by picking up both pieces of clothing, shaking out his jeans before folding them.
"What are you doing," Woohyun asks him and Dongwoo wonders when his vocal chords will relax for him enough to respond fully. His own lips part and he swallows again, eyes widening as his mouth closes. "What are we doing," Dongwoo replies, desperation mixed with fear lacing his question. There had been no discussion and while Dongwoo can operate on impulse, he hopes how he sounds and the look in his eyes is enough to translate his need for reassurance.
"Overthinking's going to get you wrinkles. You trust me, don't you?" Dongwoo wants to reply with an honest 'no,' but Woohyun isn't finished speaking. "What do you think we're going to do? We need to get clean. I'm going to get us clean."
This is how it continues.
The water is a little too warm, steam flooding the bathroom, fogging the mirror even with the opened door. Woohyun leans against the wall of the shower, occupying himself with the little bottle of shampoo as Dongwoo watches quietly, the hot water streaming down his back. The younger's hands lift, working the shampoo into a lather and he calls Dongwoo over with a murmured, "c'mere." Dongwoo wonders how he'll ever be able to get any of these images out of his head as he steps closer, Woohyun's hands easily working their way into Dongwoo's hair, massaging his scalp. It's all erotic, from how Woohyun pulls their bodies flush together, how Woohyun's hips roll slightly in rhythm with Dongwoo's, how Woohyun's lips seek purchase of Dongwoo's neck and shoulder as Dongwoo rests his forehead against the cool wall of the shower.
A hand presses against the shower wall as Dongwoo's other drops to their sides, fingertips grazing along the dip of Woohyun's hipbone. The soft hitch of breath that floods Dongwoo's ears is enough of a push for him to continue and his hand moves in between their bodies, Woohyun's length in his hand. "Is this payment for the hair washing," Woohyun asks and it sounds potentially mocking, but the breathlessness in his voice only makes Dongwoo confirm his suspicions of possibly unraveling Woohyun during all this. Dongwoo hums a reply as his hand continues, finding it easier than expected to do this to someone else as Woohyun tries to rinse the shampoo from Dongwoo's hair. Woohyun responds with staccato breaths and quiet moans, sounds Dongwoo finds he wants to hear again if he has it his way. Neither of them speak, Dongwoo doesn't count Woohyun's hushed groans of his name along with strained pleas for him to continue and not to stop. "If I wash your body too, will you blow me?" The silence broken by such bluntness causes laughter to bubble up and out of the both of them, Dongwoo's free hand lifting away from the wall to have the heel of his hand dig into Woohyun's shoulder with a playful shove. Their gazes meet and Dongwoo tries to look offended, but it fails as Woohyun continues with a, "is that a no, or?"
Dongwoo guides Woohyun back against the far wall, his hand gripping Woohyun's shoulder as he pushes him. It's still gentle, still quietly allowing Woohyun dominance, but he doesn't want to rush. He can't. "It's a-"
"Too soon," Woohyun interrupts, and Dongwoo catches the twinge of hope in Woohyun's voice and he nods, noticing how they then both breathe a sigh of relief. A comfortable silence makes its way between them, Dongwoo finding the moment too intimate to continue keeping his hand wrapped around Woohyun's length. He exhales audibly through his mouth as his eyes flutter shut, leaning in to properly kiss the younger. Dongwoo swallows the surprised sound that escapes Woohyun's mouth as their lips slide together. His hands squeeze Woohyun's hips, one of Woohyun's grabbing a firm hold of Dongwoo's hair, tugging gently to break the kiss, his lips travelling down the older's jaw line to his throat. "You stopped touching me," Woohyun growls quietly and right on cue, Dongwoo continues, relishing in how Woohyun's body tenses before relaxing once again. When he swallows, gasping at the roll of Woohyun's hips, he can feel Woohyun grin, nipping at his Adam's apple when it moves upward before pressing a far too soft kiss to the bite marks left in its wake.
Woohyun's nails dig harshly into the small of Dongwoo's back, causing the older to step closer, trapping their lengths together as Woohyun cums. The younger's head drops, teeth sinking into Dongwoo's shoulder, the sounds of his moans muffled against Dongwoo's skin. For some reason, Dongwoo thinks of Woohyun singing a solo on stage and how his voice caused Dongwoo to feel cool and warm all at once, goose bumps covering his arms as he watched from the side of the stage. It's bittersweet, Dongwoo knowing even this Woohyun isn't just for him, but he forces himself to stop thinking negatively, appreciating the moment for what it is. With how adamant Woohyun seemed for a blowjob for himself, Dongwoo wonders if it was only to gauge his own reaction to the thought of it happening as after Woohyun came off the high of his orgasm, he slid down to his knees. Unsteady balance and a quasi-firm grip in Woohyun's hair are all Dongwoo has as he watches Woohyun hollow out his cheeks, throat relaxed, a hand curled around the base of his cock with Woohyun's tongue pressing against the tip.
"Who the hell showed you this," Dongwoo asks breathlessly, a low moan escaping when Woohyun's free hand digs into his upper thigh. Woohyun's nails rake down the expanse of skin and Dongwoo's hips involuntarily jerk forward and for a moment, Dongwoo is worried he made a mistake. The younger doesn't miss a beat, his chuckling only making Dongwoo closer to the edge. He catches Woohyun looking up at him, his hand lifting off Dongwoo's thigh to have his index finger move from side to side. It's a silent way of having Dongwoo to not ask and it only makes Dongwoo that much curious as to who it could have been. In all honesty, he was expecting Woohyun to tell him all the porn he watched on Sungyeol's computer.
The topic is dropped as Woohyun picks up the pace, suddenly obviously more eager and determined to get Dongwoo to find his own release. When he does, Dongwoo isn't able to give the younger enough warning, coating the back of Woohyun's throat with cum. Woohyun swallows it all, running his briefly dirtied hand under the cooler stream of water after he stood, wiping away the edge of his lips. His laughter causes Dongwoo to look up at him from his spot on the floor of the shower, the older having slid to the floor when he couldn't afford to hold up his weight on his own. They sit on the floor of the shower, taking turns cleaning their bodies before climbing out of the shower, Dongwoo helplessly watching as Woohyun doesn't bother using his towel for his body, other than a brief drying and to wrap up his hair. Clothes are also audibly banned as Woohyun pulls back the blankets and sheet, flashing Dongwoo a sly grin when Dongwoo sighs out of embarrassment and minor agitation. He can't do anything but happily oblige and Dongwoo honestly is happy for it with how Woohyun quickly curls against Dongwoo's frame, draping a possessive arm across Dongwoo's middle. "How much longer do we have until dinner," Woohyun asks, pressing small kisses to Dongwoo's shoulder blades. "Three hours," Dongwoo replies and while he waits for some sort of verbal reply, he only gets Woohyun's grip on him grow tighter and the eventually soft sounds of Woohyun snoring when he finally falls asleep.
( "So much for saving water. I shower so much faster than that on my own. Can you hand me that shirt?"
"This one? Catch~! We're out of the dorm, hyung. And we paid for the hotel room."
"I guess… Hey, Woohyun?"
"Mm?"
"Who showed you that anyway? ...Hey! Stop laughing at me."
"Sungyeol's porn stash. Let's go to dinner."
This is how it ends, but only for the night. )
2woo. r. who knows. ~2,700 words.
I thought I said I wasn't supposed to write infinite again?
Climbing into the van after a long schedule is always one of Dongwoo's favourite moments. Sitting inside a cool vehicle with a cold bottle of water between his legs as he fastens his seatbelt is only one of the brief stints of time he treasures. In a few moments, the rest of the group will filter in, chattering or texting or leaning against a window or a bandmate to nap. It's right now he appreciates with eyes closed and a hand on the top of his water bottle, slowly twisting off the cap.
Before he goes for a drink, he leans forward, his sunglasses falling off the top of his head to rest on the bridge of his nose, the sound of the van door opening and the soft voice of Woohyun filling his ears. "This seat taken," Woohyun asks and Dongwoo doesn't even need to look over at him to know the younger's grinning. "By you, I hope," is Dongwoo's only reply and he pats the seat next to him, finally tilting his head toward Woohyun, his gaze lifting.
This is how it starts.
Dongwoo goes for his first drink of water and despite how he is looking forward, there's a familiar feeling of being watched. It's still only the two of them in the van, as, according to Woohyun, Sungjong found something in one of the shops which prompted Myungsoo to stay behind and eventually it caused the rest of them too. The details didn't matter as all it meant was "more time with his hyung." It's when he goes for his second drink that he rests the bottle against his lips, not having lifted it up enough to actually get any water. "Did you want some," Dongwoo asks, his eyes only shifting to catch Woohyun looking away as soon as they made contact. What surprises him is the lack of verbal response, but instead, a loose grip around his own wrist and Woohyun helps him tilt the bottle back enough for a long, refreshing drink. Dongwoo can't help to make a small pleasured sound, a sigh of mixed relief and contentedness, but the moment is short-lived.
Woohyun's other hand curls around the bottle and Dongwoo is far too quick to relinquish his grasp, his eyes trained on the younger as he goes to take a drink of his own. Woohyun has a towel around his shoulders, collarbones exposed by the black tank top he's wearing and Dongwoo catches the faint reminder of the sweat left there by how his skin shines. Dongwoo lets out another soft sound, this time of embarrassment, catching Woohyun's smirk, alerting him to the fact Woohyun caught him staring. He doesn't try to cover it up, ducking his head as his gaze drops to Woohyun's knees, one of his hands lifting to brush his bangs away repeatedly. When he hears the first gulp, Dongwoo thinks it's safe to look again, eyes stopping to watch the bob of Woohyun's adam's apple, but he's caught once more as Woohyun hadn't stopped watching him in the first place.
Dongwoo doesn't realise his hand holding the bottle cap is in an awkward place until Woohyun reaches for it once he's finished, fingers gliding across Dongwoo's thigh to in between his legs, gently prying open Dongwoo's fist to grab the cap. He stammers, incomplete sentences forming and escaping past his lips and he wonders if Woohyun knows how easily he affects him. "Dongwoo hyung," the younger starts, dropping the bottle on the floor as soon as the cap is tightened. "It's just me." And before Dongwoo can reply, one of Woohyun's hands moves to the side of his neck and Dongwoo can only register how cool his fingers feel against his own warm skin, craving more of it as his entire body felt hot from practice. The older shivers, eyes shutting as Woohyun's hand moved to the nape of his neck, fingertips making contact with his hair. His lips part unintentionally, even more so when he hears Woohyun repeat the quiet, "it's just me," sensing him lean in and feeling warm breath against the shell of his ear. "I know," Dongwoo answers, turning his head, his eyes staying closed as the small distance closes between them.
He hears Howon's laughter, his eyes snapping open and he sits back in his seat, hands smoothing down his pants to pull out the invisible wrinkles as the rest of Infinite piles into the van. There are several shared glances between himself and Woohyun as they continue to share the bottle of water back to the hotel room, Dongwoo wishing he was a telepath so he would know just what Woohyun was thinking.
In all honesty, he should have expected it with how Woohyun stayed close to him, through the lobby, in the elevator, and how he trotted behind Dongwoo asking if he could stay in his hotel room for the night. At first, Dongwoo thinks nothing of it, agreeing with a bright grin as he opens his room the moment it unlocks and the light turns from red to green. He barely makes it three steps into the room before Woohyun grabs his attention, the sound of the latch securing the door and Woohyun's familiar grip around his wrist once again. "What's wro-" Dongwoo tries to ask before their lips crash together in a messy kiss, Woohyun's hands wandering with no rhyme or reason. "You smell like sweat," Woohyun chides as his lips glide down Dongwoo's neck, causing the older to shiver once again and Dongwoo isn't sure if it's from what he's doing or how he sounds. There's mysteriousness to his words and Dongwoo wonders if he's being bated for a trap. Regardless, he laughs, airy and staggered as he helps Woohyun help him out of his own shirt.
"I was going to shower," Dongwoo offers and when he catches Woohyun lift his head away, his thumb moving across Dongwoo's lips, he knows that this is exactly what Woohyun wanted to hear.
"You know what they say, hyung. Save water, shower together." Dongwoo's jaw drops, his eyes squint together, and he exhales out a sound that could have been a word but it's more akin to a strangled whine. He wants to hate how Woohyun easily steps back into the bathroom, one hand with a finger hooked in the belt loop of Dongwoo's pants and his other lazily lifting to turn on the light. He almost trips over the threshold, staring down at his feet before Woohyun guides his head, tilting it upward so they are eye to eye. "I got you," Woohyun reassures, licking his lips before leaning in. Dongwoo quietly pushes aside how weird all this is, how odd he actually enjoys Woohyun's lips against his own and becomes distracted, until he feels Woohyun's hand slip, careful and surprisingly knowing fingers wrapping around his length with only the thin fabric of his boxers between them. Instead of protesting, Dongwoo nods dumbly, his stance widening to help Woohyun with the removal of his jeans.
The moment is stunted by Woohyun's chuckling, Dongwoo exhaling a soft, "what is it?" The older watches helplessly as Woohyun steps back, his shirt easily tugged up and over his head, hands hastily dropping, pushing down both his own jeans and boxers in one go. It isn't anything he hasn't seen before, but Dongwoo can't help to notice Woohyun's erection, no longer strained by layers of fabric. The sight of it makes Dongwoo swallow thickly, his gaze struggling to look back up at Woohyun's face. "You're blushing," Woohyun points out and Dongwoo snorts indignantly, shaking his head with a curt 'no.' "Get out of your pants, hyung," Woohyun demands with another soft chuckle and a smirk, turning around to turn on the shower and Dongwoo takes note of both the size of the hotel shower and Woohyun's backside. They're both nice sights, he thinks as he's slipping out of his jeans and boxers, stalling by picking up both pieces of clothing, shaking out his jeans before folding them.
"What are you doing," Woohyun asks him and Dongwoo wonders when his vocal chords will relax for him enough to respond fully. His own lips part and he swallows again, eyes widening as his mouth closes. "What are we doing," Dongwoo replies, desperation mixed with fear lacing his question. There had been no discussion and while Dongwoo can operate on impulse, he hopes how he sounds and the look in his eyes is enough to translate his need for reassurance.
"Overthinking's going to get you wrinkles. You trust me, don't you?" Dongwoo wants to reply with an honest 'no,' but Woohyun isn't finished speaking. "What do you think we're going to do? We need to get clean. I'm going to get us clean."
This is how it continues.
The water is a little too warm, steam flooding the bathroom, fogging the mirror even with the opened door. Woohyun leans against the wall of the shower, occupying himself with the little bottle of shampoo as Dongwoo watches quietly, the hot water streaming down his back. The younger's hands lift, working the shampoo into a lather and he calls Dongwoo over with a murmured, "c'mere." Dongwoo wonders how he'll ever be able to get any of these images out of his head as he steps closer, Woohyun's hands easily working their way into Dongwoo's hair, massaging his scalp. It's all erotic, from how Woohyun pulls their bodies flush together, how Woohyun's hips roll slightly in rhythm with Dongwoo's, how Woohyun's lips seek purchase of Dongwoo's neck and shoulder as Dongwoo rests his forehead against the cool wall of the shower.
A hand presses against the shower wall as Dongwoo's other drops to their sides, fingertips grazing along the dip of Woohyun's hipbone. The soft hitch of breath that floods Dongwoo's ears is enough of a push for him to continue and his hand moves in between their bodies, Woohyun's length in his hand. "Is this payment for the hair washing," Woohyun asks and it sounds potentially mocking, but the breathlessness in his voice only makes Dongwoo confirm his suspicions of possibly unraveling Woohyun during all this. Dongwoo hums a reply as his hand continues, finding it easier than expected to do this to someone else as Woohyun tries to rinse the shampoo from Dongwoo's hair. Woohyun responds with staccato breaths and quiet moans, sounds Dongwoo finds he wants to hear again if he has it his way. Neither of them speak, Dongwoo doesn't count Woohyun's hushed groans of his name along with strained pleas for him to continue and not to stop. "If I wash your body too, will you blow me?" The silence broken by such bluntness causes laughter to bubble up and out of the both of them, Dongwoo's free hand lifting away from the wall to have the heel of his hand dig into Woohyun's shoulder with a playful shove. Their gazes meet and Dongwoo tries to look offended, but it fails as Woohyun continues with a, "is that a no, or?"
Dongwoo guides Woohyun back against the far wall, his hand gripping Woohyun's shoulder as he pushes him. It's still gentle, still quietly allowing Woohyun dominance, but he doesn't want to rush. He can't. "It's a-"
"Too soon," Woohyun interrupts, and Dongwoo catches the twinge of hope in Woohyun's voice and he nods, noticing how they then both breathe a sigh of relief. A comfortable silence makes its way between them, Dongwoo finding the moment too intimate to continue keeping his hand wrapped around Woohyun's length. He exhales audibly through his mouth as his eyes flutter shut, leaning in to properly kiss the younger. Dongwoo swallows the surprised sound that escapes Woohyun's mouth as their lips slide together. His hands squeeze Woohyun's hips, one of Woohyun's grabbing a firm hold of Dongwoo's hair, tugging gently to break the kiss, his lips travelling down the older's jaw line to his throat. "You stopped touching me," Woohyun growls quietly and right on cue, Dongwoo continues, relishing in how Woohyun's body tenses before relaxing once again. When he swallows, gasping at the roll of Woohyun's hips, he can feel Woohyun grin, nipping at his Adam's apple when it moves upward before pressing a far too soft kiss to the bite marks left in its wake.
Woohyun's nails dig harshly into the small of Dongwoo's back, causing the older to step closer, trapping their lengths together as Woohyun cums. The younger's head drops, teeth sinking into Dongwoo's shoulder, the sounds of his moans muffled against Dongwoo's skin. For some reason, Dongwoo thinks of Woohyun singing a solo on stage and how his voice caused Dongwoo to feel cool and warm all at once, goose bumps covering his arms as he watched from the side of the stage. It's bittersweet, Dongwoo knowing even this Woohyun isn't just for him, but he forces himself to stop thinking negatively, appreciating the moment for what it is. With how adamant Woohyun seemed for a blowjob for himself, Dongwoo wonders if it was only to gauge his own reaction to the thought of it happening as after Woohyun came off the high of his orgasm, he slid down to his knees. Unsteady balance and a quasi-firm grip in Woohyun's hair are all Dongwoo has as he watches Woohyun hollow out his cheeks, throat relaxed, a hand curled around the base of his cock with Woohyun's tongue pressing against the tip.
"Who the hell showed you this," Dongwoo asks breathlessly, a low moan escaping when Woohyun's free hand digs into his upper thigh. Woohyun's nails rake down the expanse of skin and Dongwoo's hips involuntarily jerk forward and for a moment, Dongwoo is worried he made a mistake. The younger doesn't miss a beat, his chuckling only making Dongwoo closer to the edge. He catches Woohyun looking up at him, his hand lifting off Dongwoo's thigh to have his index finger move from side to side. It's a silent way of having Dongwoo to not ask and it only makes Dongwoo that much curious as to who it could have been. In all honesty, he was expecting Woohyun to tell him all the porn he watched on Sungyeol's computer.
The topic is dropped as Woohyun picks up the pace, suddenly obviously more eager and determined to get Dongwoo to find his own release. When he does, Dongwoo isn't able to give the younger enough warning, coating the back of Woohyun's throat with cum. Woohyun swallows it all, running his briefly dirtied hand under the cooler stream of water after he stood, wiping away the edge of his lips. His laughter causes Dongwoo to look up at him from his spot on the floor of the shower, the older having slid to the floor when he couldn't afford to hold up his weight on his own. They sit on the floor of the shower, taking turns cleaning their bodies before climbing out of the shower, Dongwoo helplessly watching as Woohyun doesn't bother using his towel for his body, other than a brief drying and to wrap up his hair. Clothes are also audibly banned as Woohyun pulls back the blankets and sheet, flashing Dongwoo a sly grin when Dongwoo sighs out of embarrassment and minor agitation. He can't do anything but happily oblige and Dongwoo honestly is happy for it with how Woohyun quickly curls against Dongwoo's frame, draping a possessive arm across Dongwoo's middle. "How much longer do we have until dinner," Woohyun asks, pressing small kisses to Dongwoo's shoulder blades. "Three hours," Dongwoo replies and while he waits for some sort of verbal reply, he only gets Woohyun's grip on him grow tighter and the eventually soft sounds of Woohyun snoring when he finally falls asleep.
( "So much for saving water. I shower so much faster than that on my own. Can you hand me that shirt?"
"This one? Catch~! We're out of the dorm, hyung. And we paid for the hotel room."
"I guess… Hey, Woohyun?"
"Mm?"
"Who showed you that anyway? ...Hey! Stop laughing at me."
"Sungyeol's porn stash. Let's go to dinner."
This is how it ends, but only for the night. )