six OTPs pr0n...the second instalment
you dude still have blood supply, right? *wiggle eyebrows*
“technically, i’m not fucking you tonight, minseok-ah, it’s just my t-”
minseok refuses to hear that word, slapping a palm against lu han’s mouth.
“contain yourself until tomorrow night!” he shakes his head in disbelief. “i can’t dance if we’re doing it, lu han-ah!”
lu han licks his palm, takes his wrists and pins them to the bed, smiling at him like an angel.
“what part of ‘rimming’ that you don’t understand, baozi-yah?” lu han then licks minseok’s lips playfully. “your dance will be as flawless as always, so please. please please please please pleaaaseeeee?”
“it’s-” minseok blushes. “it’s too embarrassing, okay?”
lu han pouts.
“y-you can finger me?” minseok offers sheepishly, too whipped by his boyfriend’s absolute charm.
“aw! but i want to try something new!” lu han bites on the underside of minseok’s jawline, smiling, careful enough not to leave any mark, or else stylist-noona will get berserk tomorrow.
“lu han-ah...”
lu han sobs in frustration, punching the headboard.
“okay okay i’m calm...” he gets off of minseok’s body and jumps to his twin bed, lying on his side, facing their hotel room’s windows. “goodnight baozi-yah, i love you!” he shouts loudly, a sign that he’s having an inner battle with himself.
minseok is still flushing, his poor heart is still pounding by the idea of having lu han’s tongue down there. like, it’s tongue, it’s used to taste edible things and not him! and how the hell it’s equally satisfying for both of them if it’s only minseok who is pleasured, not forgetting the fact that he won’t allow lu han to enter him at all and lu han himself is the absolute seme in their relationship?!
“lu han-ah,” minseok whispers, “lu han-ah, h-how will you get off?”
“looking at you, of course,” lu han is no longer throwing a tantrum, his breathing is composed. he adds after a moment of awkward silence, “i’m so sorry, minseok-ah, i didn’t mean to force you.”
minseok is swooned, more or less.
“it’s fine, don’t get too worked-”
“it’s not fine!” lu han tugs at his hair harshly, sitting up again. “i almost took you unwillingly! sometimes i really hate my cock for always wanting to be buried deep inside of you! and i get this sadistic satisfaction watching you fall apart just with my fingertips! yesterday i watched a porn, the actor is rimming his partner and i thought i wanted to try it with you! i’m such a bad boyfriend.”
lu han is getting hysterical. not good. minseok gathers his courage.
“w-well if you promise you’ll get off too, then let’s do it, i guess.”
lu han’s eyes are wild.
“you’re letting me to rim you, minseok-ah?!” he squeals, bouncing on the bed like a five year old. “for real?!” he takes off his t-shirt.
minseok doesn’t trust himself to response so he just nods and takes the hem of his own t-shirt, but lu han says to leave it on.
“i like to see sweat painting your clothes, baozi-yah~” he kisses minseok’s lips with a loud smooch. “and i promise i will get off...god, i can’t wait to see you begging, the best porno in the whole world is my kim minseok moaning my name. fuck yes.”
“you’re such a pervert,” minseok lifts his hips up as lu han tugs on his basketball shorts. “i won’t beg this time,” he leans to his elbows, challenging lu han who is tying his thick fringe into an apple bun and looking absolutely ecstatic.
“if you win, i’ll try not to call you baozi in an interview for a month,” lu han grins, “but if i win, you’re going to put on a bunny costume and be my personal stripper for a week.”
“deal,” minseok holds out his pinky, but lu han just sucks it briefly before he gradually lowering his head.
“by the way, new rule; no touching. i won’t touch myself and you won’t either. let’s see who will last longer he he that rhymes!”
minseok rolls his eyes, lifts his hips up again as lu han props a pillow under his waist, and waits.
lu han licks his index finger and presses it inside up to the first knuckle. minseok bites his bottom lip, spreading his legs wider. he’s taken five fingers before, but it’s the anticipation of having a tongue that makes him throw his head to the ceiling, clenching down as a cue for lu han to accelerate to the main event.
he cries out when the tip of lu han’s flattened tongue is teasing his entrance.
lu han grabs the back of minseok’s knees, strongly holding him still as he breathes, opens his mouth wider, and pushes. his tongue is wiggling inside, before it’s pulled out only to thrust back in wetter than before. lu han hums warningly as minseok’s legs start to tremble uncontrollably in the air, licks his way up to minseok’s balls and suddenly there are three fingers fucking him and lu han’s mouth is kissing minseok’s cock.
“sooooo how is it?” lu han asks, full with excitement, jabbing his middle finger right to that spot and minseok gasps.
“i can’t hear you, baozi-yah...” lu han takes out his fingers. he grins like a maniac as minseok’s face scrunching up at the loss.
“what is it?”
“ajasfdkjsakj!”
“more? okay! you taste so delicious!” lu han expertly flips minseok to his stomach, causing minseok’s erection to be squished against the pillow. minseok ruts, sighing in relief, but then at the first spurt of precome warming the cotton, he remembers he has to hold his orgasm as long as he can just in case he’s losing at their silly bet (this feels too good and if lu han finds out surely lu han will torture him even more barbaric than the usual, and then he will beg and end up in a too cute bunny costume!)
minseok has to protect his dignity.
but his whole body jerks in surprise anyway as lu han fucks his hole using that skilful tongue, grabbing his ass cheeks to set a tempo, his teeth grazing the ass crack’s column are sending pleasant tingle to minseok’s nipples and cock. the plea is threatening to be verbalised any minute now, and lu han can read minseok’s mind, so he inserts a finger to accompany his tongue to search for minseok’s prostrate.
minseok is smart though, the countless times of having lu han in between his legs are teaching him one lesson; lu han is weak at his breathless,
“ah! lu-lu han! lu hannnghhh...”
lu han halts.
“not fair!” he sobs, smacking minseok’s ass.
“lu han,” minseok can’t beg, right?
“ugh,” lu han licks his lips, pulling out his finger. “stop it,” he can taste minseok’s muskiness on his throat.
“lu han lu han lu han lu han-” lu han growls, lifting minseok’s hips higher and his tongue is back fucking minseok’s hole, stretching and jabbing, his saliva is spreading inside, minseok can feel it squelching as he clenches.
by this point, minseok is breathing through his mouth, his own saliva pooling on the pillow and his knuckles are getting cramped from gripping the edges for so long. lu han doesn’t seem to be able to breathe normally himself, he’s panting, clutching minseok’s hips tighter as the time passes by like he’s holding back with all of his willpower. minseok moans when lu han licks the crack of his ass but then lu han stops, cursing loudly.
lu han is panting for awhile, moving up to rub his softening erection to the tight space between minseok’s closed thighs. so he came first, minseok smiles at his victory, pushing back against lu han’s cock.
“nnn i win, right?” he chuckles, maybe just a little bit smugly. “no baozi baozi for a month.”
“shit,” lu han roughly flips minseok back to face him, and he’s pouting as his eyes land on minseok’s proud (but purpling) cock. “no baozi and i can’t see you in a bunny costume. just let me die!” he trails his fingers to minseok’s balls.
“if you die-” minseok whines as lu han squeezes his cock. “if you die i’ll be sad.”
“you’re right. no play buddy for lu han junior,” minseok gasps because of course, lu han is sporting another hard on. “baozi-yah~ ottoke?” lu han stares at him with his big brown eyes moistening mesmerisingly, and minseok is too tired to make a fuss as lu han sneakily pushing in the tip of his cock to his throbbing hole.
“lu han-”
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kyungsoo smiles fondly at his leader-sshi sprawling on the bed, sleeping soundly still clad on his sweaty clothes from their previous rehearsal session a couple of hours ago. joonmyun had gone back to their shared hotel room first, saying that he wasn’t really hungry.
kyungsoo glances at his iphone; it’s a quarter past eleven, and he doesn’t want the takeout dinner he bought for joonmyun to go stale so he shakes joonmyun’s arm.
“hyung, wake up,” he whispers, “please have your dinner first.”
joonmyun frowns, opens his eyes, blinks, and smiles sleepily at kyungsoo.
“hey,” he yawns, stretching. “thanks.”
kyungsoo nods, immediately preparing the fork and opening the styrofoam lid; it’s just a simple salad with pasta, they’re all on a diet for this comeback.
“no cucumber?” joonmyun thanks kyungsoo once again.
“no cucumber.” kyungsoo sits across joonmyun, propping his chin with his knuckles, watching joonmyun munching the food slowly watching the pale adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows and watching joonmyun smiling at him.
he giggles, caught.
“umma wants some?”
“no thanks, appa, umma is full.”
and then joonmyun smiles for the billionth time today, and kyungsoo is glad to see it shines just as bright as always, eventhough it’s been a long and tiring day for them.
he’s glad he’s the only one to confirm it.
“how was the kids? sehun ate his salad, right?” joonmyun gets up to get a water bottle but kyungsoo is faster. “thank you, kyungsoo-yah,” he gulps down half of its content.
“yes, hyung, i had to personally feed him or else he’s just going to pig out on snickers,” kyungsoo answers, “chanyeol doesn’t listen to me. he has a secret stash for sehun and himself. just wait until i tell kris-gege.”
joonmyun chuckles, “please do that.” he finishes his dinner but this time he doesn’t let kyungsoo to get rid of the trash.
kyungsoo is not disappointed. nope. he’s fine. it’s just his annoying motherly habit and joonmyun-hyung is just being his kind self.
“are you going to bed now?” he asks in a hurry, standing up with a jitter on his legs. “do you want to shower first? i’ve set the shower’s temp-”
“kyungsoo-yah,” joonmyun smiles, cupping his face with warm palms, “exo-k’s umma, my wife, calm down.”
kyungsoo’s eyes widen, he holds his breath, and pounces on joonmyun to hug him tight.
“oh my god-” he chokes, heartbeats hyperventilating without a solid reasoning. “oh my god, joonmyun-hyung, i-i-i was so scared.”
“what were you thinking? you know i need you the most,” joonmyun strokes his back. “but sometimes i’ll be just fine on my own, alright? what is it, kyungsoo-yah?”
“i-” kyungsoo wills himself not to cry. they’re okay. “i-ever since we-you never say anything at all! what was it to you, hyung? just a casual fling between friends?”
“then what do you want me to say?” joonmyun rests his hands on kyungsoo’s waist.
kyungsoo blushes.
“hyung,” he asks joonmyun’s chest, “do you even desire me?”
“it’s more than that, kyungsoo-yah,” joonmyun nudges his nose against kyungsoo’s, and he’s closing his eyes. “i don’t know. but everytime i look at you doting on other members, i feel so happy like, i can’t seem to stop smiling, adoring your special trait and wondering if you’ve had anyone before, to treat you like that? and when i took you to my bed that one time, i felt like i could conquer the world, but i’ve been scared. what if i’m just using you?”
“i don’t mind,” kyungsoo gasps at his own revelation. “i-i-”
joonmyun kisses him briefly but enough to shut him up.
“i’m not there yet, kyungsoo-yah, but are you willing to wait for me?” joonmyun is sounding apologetic and it hurts, but kyungsoo holds his chin high and smiles at his ‘husband’.
“i love you, joonmyun-hyung,” he says, “i really do.”
“i know,” joonmyun smiles. “would you like to join me in the shower?”
they kiss under the stream of hot water, but do nothing more, and kyungsoo vaguely wants to believe that this is just joonmyun’s way to convince himself that he’s not freaked out getting naked with another guy, for the second time. kyungsoo is thisclose to remind joonmyun that he wasn’t gay in the first place, until the sparks ignited his heart when he first witnessed joonmyun’s quality as the most reliable human on the planet.
they get into joonmyun’s bed, hair still damp and wearing thin t-shirts and pajamas bottoms. joonmyun kisses him, licks his way into kyungsoo’s mouth, and hesitantly asks for another permission to christen his body.
“it’s not,” kyungsoo lets joonmyun peeling off his pajamas, “it’s not out of pity, right?”
instead of answering, joonmyun presses his hard on against kyungsoo’s bare ass.
they both moan.
kyungsoo grips the edge of his pillow as joonmyun inserts two saliva coated fingers in him, instantly pushing back because it’s different than when he does it on his own; he’s too impatient while joonmyun is the exact opposite. joonmyun moves him to lie on his side, murmuring that he wants to try this angle.
“will you let me?” he kisses kyungsoo’s nape, thrusting his fingers in and out while squeezing kyungsoo’s erection.
“please, hyung,” kyungsoo’s toes curl as joonmyun hits the spot. he swallows thickly, “do what you want.”
“thank you,” joonmyun lets go of the dual stimulations on kyungsoo’s body to brace his cock at the rim, slipping his right hand to hold onto kyungsoo’s belly as a leverage to push forward.
kyungsoo is tensing up, his chest is suffocating him; the sensation of being filled is too much, considering his vulnerable state just now. at one point he’s more than flying to the sky because finally he’s become one with joonmyun again, but somehow, deep down, he is still too scared that joonmyun will stop in the middle, never meeting him anywhere.
tears fall as joonmyun begins to thrust his hips, his pulsing cock is spurting precome and easing its way to kyungsoo’s relatively dry walls. joonmyun does it slowly, holding him like he’s made of the finest china, kissing him and panting inappropriate thoughts he has whenever you dance or sing or when you wear your pink apron from your fans even when you suck on a straw, kyungsoo-yah-he smiles in between his confession, and then he says,
“i’m so pathetically infatuated with you,” and kyungsoo sobs, or laughs, doesn’t matter, before he asks joonmyun to pull out.
“what why?” joonmyun is sweating, they might have to take another shower later.
kyungsoo wipes the tears off of his face, climbs to straddle joonmyun, licks his palm to stroke joonmyun’s cock a couple of times before he sinks down slowly; the voice that mewling is not his, jesus christ. he sounds like a slut.
joonmyun is grimacing under him, his knuckles are turning white against the bedsheet, and kyungsoo bends his waist while rolling his ass to take joonmyun’s hands and place them on his hips; right where they belong.
“i’m going to make you even more infatuated,” he uses his knees to lift his body up, then down, “hyung, you can mark me. i want the fans to see.”
joonmyun’s eyes are glistening. he grabs kyungsoo’s ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them, and thrusting up to meet kyungsoo’s eagerness halfway. they’re quiet as kyungsoo bounces sloppily and joonmyun has this permanent hint of smile on kyungsoo’s blurred vision.
joonmyun comes first, silently sighing his name and digging his nails onto kyungsoo’s skin.
kyungsoo lifts himself up for the last time, mewling wantonly as joonmyun’s cum dripping out of his hole down to his inner thighs and he orgasms without a warning; biting joonmyun’s clothed abs in the process.
“come here,” joonmyun pulls him to face each other and kisses him softly. he traces his fingers on kyungsoo’s waist, apologising.
“they’re not even that visible,” kyungsoo mumbles. “don’t hold back, hyung. i’m yours.”
“okay,” joonmyun kisses him again, “thank you so much.”
kaihun | yichen | baektao | krisyeol
let's say, i'm saving the best for the last.
“technically, i’m not fucking you tonight, minseok-ah, it’s just my t-”
minseok refuses to hear that word, slapping a palm against lu han’s mouth.
“contain yourself until tomorrow night!” he shakes his head in disbelief. “i can’t dance if we’re doing it, lu han-ah!”
lu han licks his palm, takes his wrists and pins them to the bed, smiling at him like an angel.
“what part of ‘rimming’ that you don’t understand, baozi-yah?” lu han then licks minseok’s lips playfully. “your dance will be as flawless as always, so please. please please please please pleaaaseeeee?”
“it’s-” minseok blushes. “it’s too embarrassing, okay?”
lu han pouts.
“y-you can finger me?” minseok offers sheepishly, too whipped by his boyfriend’s absolute charm.
“aw! but i want to try something new!” lu han bites on the underside of minseok’s jawline, smiling, careful enough not to leave any mark, or else stylist-noona will get berserk tomorrow.
“lu han-ah...”
lu han sobs in frustration, punching the headboard.
“okay okay i’m calm...” he gets off of minseok’s body and jumps to his twin bed, lying on his side, facing their hotel room’s windows. “goodnight baozi-yah, i love you!” he shouts loudly, a sign that he’s having an inner battle with himself.
minseok is still flushing, his poor heart is still pounding by the idea of having lu han’s tongue down there. like, it’s tongue, it’s used to taste edible things and not him! and how the hell it’s equally satisfying for both of them if it’s only minseok who is pleasured, not forgetting the fact that he won’t allow lu han to enter him at all and lu han himself is the absolute seme in their relationship?!
“lu han-ah,” minseok whispers, “lu han-ah, h-how will you get off?”
“looking at you, of course,” lu han is no longer throwing a tantrum, his breathing is composed. he adds after a moment of awkward silence, “i’m so sorry, minseok-ah, i didn’t mean to force you.”
minseok is swooned, more or less.
“it’s fine, don’t get too worked-”
“it’s not fine!” lu han tugs at his hair harshly, sitting up again. “i almost took you unwillingly! sometimes i really hate my cock for always wanting to be buried deep inside of you! and i get this sadistic satisfaction watching you fall apart just with my fingertips! yesterday i watched a porn, the actor is rimming his partner and i thought i wanted to try it with you! i’m such a bad boyfriend.”
lu han is getting hysterical. not good. minseok gathers his courage.
“w-well if you promise you’ll get off too, then let’s do it, i guess.”
lu han’s eyes are wild.
“you’re letting me to rim you, minseok-ah?!” he squeals, bouncing on the bed like a five year old. “for real?!” he takes off his t-shirt.
minseok doesn’t trust himself to response so he just nods and takes the hem of his own t-shirt, but lu han says to leave it on.
“i like to see sweat painting your clothes, baozi-yah~” he kisses minseok’s lips with a loud smooch. “and i promise i will get off...god, i can’t wait to see you begging, the best porno in the whole world is my kim minseok moaning my name. fuck yes.”
“you’re such a pervert,” minseok lifts his hips up as lu han tugs on his basketball shorts. “i won’t beg this time,” he leans to his elbows, challenging lu han who is tying his thick fringe into an apple bun and looking absolutely ecstatic.
“if you win, i’ll try not to call you baozi in an interview for a month,” lu han grins, “but if i win, you’re going to put on a bunny costume and be my personal stripper for a week.”
“deal,” minseok holds out his pinky, but lu han just sucks it briefly before he gradually lowering his head.
“by the way, new rule; no touching. i won’t touch myself and you won’t either. let’s see who will last longer he he that rhymes!”
minseok rolls his eyes, lifts his hips up again as lu han props a pillow under his waist, and waits.
lu han licks his index finger and presses it inside up to the first knuckle. minseok bites his bottom lip, spreading his legs wider. he’s taken five fingers before, but it’s the anticipation of having a tongue that makes him throw his head to the ceiling, clenching down as a cue for lu han to accelerate to the main event.
he cries out when the tip of lu han’s flattened tongue is teasing his entrance.
lu han grabs the back of minseok’s knees, strongly holding him still as he breathes, opens his mouth wider, and pushes. his tongue is wiggling inside, before it’s pulled out only to thrust back in wetter than before. lu han hums warningly as minseok’s legs start to tremble uncontrollably in the air, licks his way up to minseok’s balls and suddenly there are three fingers fucking him and lu han’s mouth is kissing minseok’s cock.
“sooooo how is it?” lu han asks, full with excitement, jabbing his middle finger right to that spot and minseok gasps.
“i can’t hear you, baozi-yah...” lu han takes out his fingers. he grins like a maniac as minseok’s face scrunching up at the loss.
“what is it?”
“ajasfdkjsakj!”
“more? okay! you taste so delicious!” lu han expertly flips minseok to his stomach, causing minseok’s erection to be squished against the pillow. minseok ruts, sighing in relief, but then at the first spurt of precome warming the cotton, he remembers he has to hold his orgasm as long as he can just in case he’s losing at their silly bet (this feels too good and if lu han finds out surely lu han will torture him even more barbaric than the usual, and then he will beg and end up in a too cute bunny costume!)
minseok has to protect his dignity.
but his whole body jerks in surprise anyway as lu han fucks his hole using that skilful tongue, grabbing his ass cheeks to set a tempo, his teeth grazing the ass crack’s column are sending pleasant tingle to minseok’s nipples and cock. the plea is threatening to be verbalised any minute now, and lu han can read minseok’s mind, so he inserts a finger to accompany his tongue to search for minseok’s prostrate.
minseok is smart though, the countless times of having lu han in between his legs are teaching him one lesson; lu han is weak at his breathless,
“ah! lu-lu han! lu hannnghhh...”
lu han halts.
“not fair!” he sobs, smacking minseok’s ass.
“lu han,” minseok can’t beg, right?
“ugh,” lu han licks his lips, pulling out his finger. “stop it,” he can taste minseok’s muskiness on his throat.
“lu han lu han lu han lu han-” lu han growls, lifting minseok’s hips higher and his tongue is back fucking minseok’s hole, stretching and jabbing, his saliva is spreading inside, minseok can feel it squelching as he clenches.
by this point, minseok is breathing through his mouth, his own saliva pooling on the pillow and his knuckles are getting cramped from gripping the edges for so long. lu han doesn’t seem to be able to breathe normally himself, he’s panting, clutching minseok’s hips tighter as the time passes by like he’s holding back with all of his willpower. minseok moans when lu han licks the crack of his ass but then lu han stops, cursing loudly.
lu han is panting for awhile, moving up to rub his softening erection to the tight space between minseok’s closed thighs. so he came first, minseok smiles at his victory, pushing back against lu han’s cock.
“nnn i win, right?” he chuckles, maybe just a little bit smugly. “no baozi baozi for a month.”
“shit,” lu han roughly flips minseok back to face him, and he’s pouting as his eyes land on minseok’s proud (but purpling) cock. “no baozi and i can’t see you in a bunny costume. just let me die!” he trails his fingers to minseok’s balls.
“if you die-” minseok whines as lu han squeezes his cock. “if you die i’ll be sad.”
“you’re right. no play buddy for lu han junior,” minseok gasps because of course, lu han is sporting another hard on. “baozi-yah~ ottoke?” lu han stares at him with his big brown eyes moistening mesmerisingly, and minseok is too tired to make a fuss as lu han sneakily pushing in the tip of his cock to his throbbing hole.
“lu han-”
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kyungsoo smiles fondly at his leader-sshi sprawling on the bed, sleeping soundly still clad on his sweaty clothes from their previous rehearsal session a couple of hours ago. joonmyun had gone back to their shared hotel room first, saying that he wasn’t really hungry.
kyungsoo glances at his iphone; it’s a quarter past eleven, and he doesn’t want the takeout dinner he bought for joonmyun to go stale so he shakes joonmyun’s arm.
“hyung, wake up,” he whispers, “please have your dinner first.”
joonmyun frowns, opens his eyes, blinks, and smiles sleepily at kyungsoo.
“hey,” he yawns, stretching. “thanks.”
kyungsoo nods, immediately preparing the fork and opening the styrofoam lid; it’s just a simple salad with pasta, they’re all on a diet for this comeback.
“no cucumber?” joonmyun thanks kyungsoo once again.
“no cucumber.” kyungsoo sits across joonmyun, propping his chin with his knuckles, watching joonmyun munching the food slowly watching the pale adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows and watching joonmyun smiling at him.
he giggles, caught.
“umma wants some?”
“no thanks, appa, umma is full.”
and then joonmyun smiles for the billionth time today, and kyungsoo is glad to see it shines just as bright as always, eventhough it’s been a long and tiring day for them.
he’s glad he’s the only one to confirm it.
“how was the kids? sehun ate his salad, right?” joonmyun gets up to get a water bottle but kyungsoo is faster. “thank you, kyungsoo-yah,” he gulps down half of its content.
“yes, hyung, i had to personally feed him or else he’s just going to pig out on snickers,” kyungsoo answers, “chanyeol doesn’t listen to me. he has a secret stash for sehun and himself. just wait until i tell kris-gege.”
joonmyun chuckles, “please do that.” he finishes his dinner but this time he doesn’t let kyungsoo to get rid of the trash.
kyungsoo is not disappointed. nope. he’s fine. it’s just his annoying motherly habit and joonmyun-hyung is just being his kind self.
“are you going to bed now?” he asks in a hurry, standing up with a jitter on his legs. “do you want to shower first? i’ve set the shower’s temp-”
“kyungsoo-yah,” joonmyun smiles, cupping his face with warm palms, “exo-k’s umma, my wife, calm down.”
kyungsoo’s eyes widen, he holds his breath, and pounces on joonmyun to hug him tight.
“oh my god-” he chokes, heartbeats hyperventilating without a solid reasoning. “oh my god, joonmyun-hyung, i-i-i was so scared.”
“what were you thinking? you know i need you the most,” joonmyun strokes his back. “but sometimes i’ll be just fine on my own, alright? what is it, kyungsoo-yah?”
“i-” kyungsoo wills himself not to cry. they’re okay. “i-ever since we-you never say anything at all! what was it to you, hyung? just a casual fling between friends?”
“then what do you want me to say?” joonmyun rests his hands on kyungsoo’s waist.
kyungsoo blushes.
“hyung,” he asks joonmyun’s chest, “do you even desire me?”
“it’s more than that, kyungsoo-yah,” joonmyun nudges his nose against kyungsoo’s, and he’s closing his eyes. “i don’t know. but everytime i look at you doting on other members, i feel so happy like, i can’t seem to stop smiling, adoring your special trait and wondering if you’ve had anyone before, to treat you like that? and when i took you to my bed that one time, i felt like i could conquer the world, but i’ve been scared. what if i’m just using you?”
“i don’t mind,” kyungsoo gasps at his own revelation. “i-i-”
joonmyun kisses him briefly but enough to shut him up.
“i’m not there yet, kyungsoo-yah, but are you willing to wait for me?” joonmyun is sounding apologetic and it hurts, but kyungsoo holds his chin high and smiles at his ‘husband’.
“i love you, joonmyun-hyung,” he says, “i really do.”
“i know,” joonmyun smiles. “would you like to join me in the shower?”
they kiss under the stream of hot water, but do nothing more, and kyungsoo vaguely wants to believe that this is just joonmyun’s way to convince himself that he’s not freaked out getting naked with another guy, for the second time. kyungsoo is thisclose to remind joonmyun that he wasn’t gay in the first place, until the sparks ignited his heart when he first witnessed joonmyun’s quality as the most reliable human on the planet.
they get into joonmyun’s bed, hair still damp and wearing thin t-shirts and pajamas bottoms. joonmyun kisses him, licks his way into kyungsoo’s mouth, and hesitantly asks for another permission to christen his body.
“it’s not,” kyungsoo lets joonmyun peeling off his pajamas, “it’s not out of pity, right?”
instead of answering, joonmyun presses his hard on against kyungsoo’s bare ass.
they both moan.
kyungsoo grips the edge of his pillow as joonmyun inserts two saliva coated fingers in him, instantly pushing back because it’s different than when he does it on his own; he’s too impatient while joonmyun is the exact opposite. joonmyun moves him to lie on his side, murmuring that he wants to try this angle.
“will you let me?” he kisses kyungsoo’s nape, thrusting his fingers in and out while squeezing kyungsoo’s erection.
“please, hyung,” kyungsoo’s toes curl as joonmyun hits the spot. he swallows thickly, “do what you want.”
“thank you,” joonmyun lets go of the dual stimulations on kyungsoo’s body to brace his cock at the rim, slipping his right hand to hold onto kyungsoo’s belly as a leverage to push forward.
kyungsoo is tensing up, his chest is suffocating him; the sensation of being filled is too much, considering his vulnerable state just now. at one point he’s more than flying to the sky because finally he’s become one with joonmyun again, but somehow, deep down, he is still too scared that joonmyun will stop in the middle, never meeting him anywhere.
tears fall as joonmyun begins to thrust his hips, his pulsing cock is spurting precome and easing its way to kyungsoo’s relatively dry walls. joonmyun does it slowly, holding him like he’s made of the finest china, kissing him and panting inappropriate thoughts he has whenever you dance or sing or when you wear your pink apron from your fans even when you suck on a straw, kyungsoo-yah-he smiles in between his confession, and then he says,
“i’m so pathetically infatuated with you,” and kyungsoo sobs, or laughs, doesn’t matter, before he asks joonmyun to pull out.
“what why?” joonmyun is sweating, they might have to take another shower later.
kyungsoo wipes the tears off of his face, climbs to straddle joonmyun, licks his palm to stroke joonmyun’s cock a couple of times before he sinks down slowly; the voice that mewling is not his, jesus christ. he sounds like a slut.
joonmyun is grimacing under him, his knuckles are turning white against the bedsheet, and kyungsoo bends his waist while rolling his ass to take joonmyun’s hands and place them on his hips; right where they belong.
“i’m going to make you even more infatuated,” he uses his knees to lift his body up, then down, “hyung, you can mark me. i want the fans to see.”
joonmyun’s eyes are glistening. he grabs kyungsoo’s ass cheeks, kneading and spreading them, and thrusting up to meet kyungsoo’s eagerness halfway. they’re quiet as kyungsoo bounces sloppily and joonmyun has this permanent hint of smile on kyungsoo’s blurred vision.
joonmyun comes first, silently sighing his name and digging his nails onto kyungsoo’s skin.
kyungsoo lifts himself up for the last time, mewling wantonly as joonmyun’s cum dripping out of his hole down to his inner thighs and he orgasms without a warning; biting joonmyun’s clothed abs in the process.
“come here,” joonmyun pulls him to face each other and kisses him softly. he traces his fingers on kyungsoo’s waist, apologising.
“they’re not even that visible,” kyungsoo mumbles. “don’t hold back, hyung. i’m yours.”
“okay,” joonmyun kisses him again, “thank you so much.”
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