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"Ah, hyung," a soft whimper echoes through the room. "Right there, mmhm yes-" The whimper turns into a moan, long and breathy, muffled by the thickness of the pillow.
"Beomgyu-ya," Yeonjun calls softly. "Relax a little, you're stiff like a board."
"But it hurts," the boy in question complains amidst his groans.
"Endure it for a little while, hm? I'm almost done," Yeonjun reassures him. With a firm touch, he runs his hands all over Beomgyu's back, then kneads his shoulders again. They're completely stiff. And his back as well. Beomgyu's body has been asking for a proper massage for a long time, and who else could have done it better if not his kind, favorite hyung?
The truth that everyone wants to know how it is between them is that they've been closer to each other more in private than in public. The image they've created for fans, full of brotherly love, is enough. In private, the brotherly love has another version, even more tender and full of not only loving stares.
"Thanks, hyung," Beomgyu mutters, lying like a starfish on his stomach.
"And what will I get in return?" Yeonjun asks with a teasing poke on his boyfriend's side. Beomgyu doesn't bother giving any kind of response, his head remains buried in the pillow, having no intention of turning at all.
Grinning, Yeonjun runs his fingers over the boy's slim hips. Beomgyu makes a small sound in the back of his throat then fidgets because it tickles, but otherwise remains stubborn.
"Beomgyu-ya," Yeonjun whispers close to his ear as he takes him by the shoulders. "Baby."
At this rate and especially in this annoying way, Beomgyu surely won't resist and turns around. But before he can solve his dilemma of whether to do so or not, Yeonjun lets go of his shoulders with a huff and sits on the edge of the bed, searching for something on the nightstand.
"Want some strawberries?" Yeonjun suddenly changes the subject of the conversation into something else. Beomgyu knows what his cunning boyfriend is up to, and he certainly doesn't mind taking part in his game. The mischievous look on Yeonjun's face indicates that he has some ulterior motives. But so does Beomgyu.
Slowly, Beomgyu shifts to lie on his back and puts his hands provocatively behind his head. The sun peeking through the window leans against every curve of his body; it's summer, stuffy and hot, so both boys are wearing only shorts.
Yeonjun stops momentarily to fully appreciate the beauty that is Choi Beomgyu. How can he not when the boy looks like a descendant of Aphrodite; with his soft facial features and curvy body that certainly knows how to move and drive everyone crazy until they're reduced to their knees, begging for a crumb of his attention- Those fans that ogle his beautiful boy perform on shows are irrelevant to Yeonjun. Because at the end of the day, it's him who gets all the love and affection from TbyT's visual sweetheart, not some delusional stranger screaming his name at the top of their lungs. Of course, because Choi Beomgyu only belongs to Choi Yeonjun. See, even their clans are the same. So they're practically married, as Yeonjun likes to think more than healthily normal. Being able to call himself Beomgyu's boyfriend feels like a privilege Yeonjun would proudly show off if given the chance.
Noticing the heated gaze, Beomgyu sets his face even more towards the sun and smiles mischievously. His lips glisten as a cheeky tongue comes out to moisten the tender flesh. Then, like a lazy cat, he stretches his limbs, moaning softly as if in an invitation to a great feast. Beomgyu loves being the center of attention, especially his boyfriend's. Since they can't be too much affectionate in public, afraid of tarnishing their image, they can only show their love for each other in subtle ways. But that only makes them cherish their moments of togetherness even more; behind the locked doors, in the privacy of their shared room in the dorm, where no one can disturb them.
"'m not hungry," Beomgyu mutters after a moment of silence, letting the warm sun rays hit his bare skin, and Yeonjun ogle his beautiful form, for free.
"Mhm, 'kay, then. More for me, I guess." Clearing his throat, Yeonjun tears his eyes off the pretty sight and puts the clear bowl with the fruit aside. His long arm then reaches out for the nightstand again and takes the spray bottle with the whipped cream. Beomgyu turns around just as Yeonjun leans forward. A funny thought flashes through his mind and he has to puff out his cheeks like an inflated balloon to keep himself from laughing. Before Yeonjun turns back, Beomgyu closes his eyes again and waits.
Meanwhile, Yeonjun gets an idea.
"Hey, Beoms? You know that this move," he shakes the bottled whipped cream up and down, "has a terribly erotic undertone?" He looks down at his little lover, wiggling his eyebrows. Beomgyu only stares wide-eyed at Yeonjun's right hand. He has no idea what's going on in Yeonjun's head until it finally clicks and he starts laughing.
"Is that so," Beomgyu shakes in a fit of laughter.
Feigning annoyance, Yeonjun pulls a long face and stops shaking his hand. He removes the cap and with one long press, creates a sweet, puffy white trail on Beomgyu's tummy.
Surprised by the coolness, Beomgyu jolts up in shock, trying to sit up except a big hand on his shoulder pushes him back into the sheets. Brows knitted together and lips formed in a pout, Beomgyu opts for leaning on his elbows to see what his boyfriend is up to. Yeonjun takes a bowl of strawberries and starts to plant them on the trail of whipped cream. When he finishes, he glances down once more, at the amused Beomgyu, and then without much thought, bends down, licking a little of the sweet cream off.
Beomgyu's chest rises up and down as he starts laughing again, amused by the tickling sensation caused by Yeonjun's actions. He tries to push his lover away in a spasm, but to no avail. Yeonjun kisses his way from Beomgyu's navel up to the center of his small chest where he stops, and just as he got there, he returns back, swallowing the red fruit one by one along the way down. He runs his tongue all over Beomgyu's lower abdomen, then dips into his belly button, teeth grazing over the soft skin, and before Beomgyu can even recover from the tingly sensation, Yeonjun slots himself in between his legs. He grabs the spray, and shakes it a few times, examining Beomgyu from his head down to his waist. He takes interest in the place between his neck and shoulder. Tilting Beomgyu's head to the side, Yeonjun puts some whipped cream on the heated skin. As he shifts closer, their lower parts come in contact and Yeonjun grins to himself, feeling through the thin fabric of their shorts the petite arousal twitch against his.
"Beomgyu-ya... You're hard," Yeonjun can't help but point out before leaning down to lick the expanse of the slim neck. Beomgyu doesn't answer, just blushes slightly in embarrassment, and closes his eyes. His legs tremble as his most sensitive place gets attacked by a wild fox.
"Hyung, don't leave any marks, please," Beomgyu begs in a small voice, hoping Yeonjun understands. Covering the hickies is always such a pain to do and Beomgyu has gotten quite an earful from their stylists because of that before. Just this time, he wishes his boyfriend can hold back the primitive urge to mark him.
But of course, Yeonjun doesn't listen to him, sinking his teeth into the exposed flesh a little deeper and then some more until the spot is bright red and throbbing. Satisfied with his masterpiece, he leans back and licks his lips, savoring the taste of blood and cream on his tongue.
Beomgyu lets out a groan. With the way he's wiggling under Yeonjun, their arousals rub against each other, creating delicious friction. Yeonjun backs away a little, admiring the view below. A naughty hand pulls Beomgyu's shorts down just enough to form another snake of white foam across his lower abdomen. It takes a moment to get the whipped cream all the way down. As the sweet snow melts on his heated skin, Beomgyu bites his lip to muffle his moans. Reaching out blindly, his nimble fingers card through Yeonjun's silky mane, then grab a handful of hair into his fists and tug as he writhes under him.
Suddenly Yeonjun pulls away from him and takes off those tiny shorts completely. His warm hand grips Beomgyu's slim thigh, holding him still. Beomgyu throws his head back, gnawing on his bottom lip. Yeonjun takes advantage of that brief moment where his baby lowers his guard and does something that makes Beomgyu gasp.
Shocked, Beomgyu sits up, looking down. Yeonjun doesn't wait for his next reaction and leans in. He rests his head on Beomgyu's slender shoulder, staring down at his awakened arousal, completely covered in whipped cream. He runs his index finger along the length, all the way from the base to the tip.
Shuddering against him, Beomgyu drawls out a loud moan.
"J-Junnie... ahh~"
Yeonjun looks up to see Beomgyu practically melting under his delightful touches. Smiling ever so slightly, he plants soft kisses on Beomgyu's neck, then lower to his collarbone, down his heaving, small chest, leaving a trail of kisses on the heated skin until he stops just below his belly button and slowly puts his mouth to work, getting rid of the white, sweet snow. First on Beomgyu's flat tummy, then on that one spot on his thigh where it dropped on accident. Yeonjun looks at Beomgyu's arousal and ponders for a moment. Beomgyu notices immediately, despite the pathetic state he's been reduced into, his pretty eyes glazed over, pleading.
"Hyungie, please-"
Oh, he's begging now.
Yeonjun can't get enough of the wonderful sight; his boyfriend's full cheeks turning from pale to rosy pink, soft breaths leaving those pretty, red lips, and his eyes- gosh, those beautiful dark orbs trying to pull Yeonjun in, succumb to his lust, quietly begging for more, much more. It's really impossible to say no to those beautiful, pleading eyes.
So in the end, Yeonjun complies, shifting his focus entirely to the throbbing arousal. After taking Beomgyu in his mouth, the younger boy arches his back and unknowingly pushes against him, desperately chasing release. It's not the first time they've done this, so Yeonjun knows exactly where to lick, where to touch, and bring his boy the much-sought pleasure. His body has always been a little sensitive so it doesn't take long before Beomgyu comes with a muffled cry of Yeonjun's sweet nickname on his swollen lips, while Yeonjun swallows everything he can, enjoying the exquisite taste flooding his oral cavity while his little baby tries to catch a breath.
Beomgyu lies on his back, covering his face with his little hands as he breathes heavily. His face takes on a color of a ripe tomato as Yeonjun, with a smug expression, thanks him for the meal. That man has no shame, for real, Beomgyu thinks. Embarrassed, he wiggles his legs, resisting the urge to turn on his side and curl up into a ball. He's struck by a fleeting touch of Yeonjun's warm hand on his calf, followed by another one on his side that runs across his ribs to his collarbone.
Greedy, Yeonjun leans in for a kiss, one that Beomgyu doesn't deny him. It's gentle but even so, a few tears are caught on his lashes as he keeps his eyes closed. As they part, with a thin patch of saliva connecting their lips, Beomgyu dares to peek at his hyung with teary eyes. Yeonjun's are completely dark, clouded by lust. He looks so sexy looming over him, eating him with that hungry gaze. Now Beomgyu curses himself for shedding tears in such an exciting moment, but he's one of those people who get sensitive and cry easily from any stimulus inflicted on their body. While Beomgyu acknowledges that weakness, it still makes him feel embarrassed, being reduced so easily to a hot mess just from a blowjob. Despite the confident and flirty persona he shows on camera, his character behind the scenes is actually shy as a kitten. Unbelievable, right? But that's just how it is.
"Baby," the sweet call makes Beomgyu look up, face heating up as Yeonjun's hand gently strokes his tear-stained cheek. His eyes soften a little upon seeing the disheveled state of his cute boyfriend. "I'm gonna have you now." He doesn't ask. He knows he doesn't need to. Yet he still waits for the sign of approval from the younger boy.
"Mhm, yeah," a small whisper leaves the plushy lips. Beomgyu lifts his arms to wrap them around Yeonjun's neck, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. "Fuck me, Junnie."
Given the green light, Yeonjun decides not to prolong it, they both want it, and he can't wait anymore. He's sure Beomgyu can't, either.
He's about to reach for the bottle of lube they always keep in the top drawer when Beomgyu seizes his wrist in a tight grip, stopping his movement. He looks down, with a raised brow.
"I don't need any prep," Beomgyu confesses suddenly as he spreads his legs with ease. He guides Yeonjun's hand where he's spread out, smiling at the lust blowing in the older boy's eyes the moment his fingers graze over the pinkish ring of muscles, finding it already dilated and moist.
"Beoms, you-" Yeonjun is struck with the revelation, his body vibrating in excitement. He should've expected this level of brazen from the Choi Beomgyu but he still managed to catch him off guard.
"Please, I need you in me, right now. Or I'll go crazy," Beomgyu moans prettily, arching his back to match his words.
It's truly such a beautiful sight, and it takes Yeonjun a second to wipe the awestruck expression from his face and finally get to work.
"Okay okay, whatever my princess desires," Yeonjun chuckles at the way Beomgyu's cheeks flare up, his skin shining bright red.
Without any preparation, he starts sinking into him slowly, very slowly. It's pretty easy to slide in; all thanks to Beomgyu who got horny at work earlier and ended up railing his fingers into his ass while listening to Yeonjun's vocals in the new song they've been working on. Beomgyu is now completely relaxed, so at first, he feels only slight pressure, then a slight burning pain, and, last but not least, immense bliss.
The pace Yeonjun sets up is slow at first, tormenting for his hard cock that needs release so badly, but good for Beomgyu whose body still has to adjust to the size breaching his velvety walls. Despite the prep, he's still so tight, Yeonjun feels like suffocating in there.
"Oh! Owh, hyung!" Beomgyu whines as Yeonjun finds a new angle and moves slightly forward, the tip of his cock managing to nudge his prostate at some point. Yeonjun notices Beomgyu's reaction almost immediately, so he repeats it a few times, back and forth. No big movements, just enough to irritate that one particular point in his body. The flow of breathy moans slipping past Beomgyu's reddened, swollen lips only prompts Yeonjun to push harder, forcing his cock deeper into the small body confined under him until he's buried inside to the hilt, the walls squeezing him tight. Arching against him, Beomgyu shouts out loud, the name of his boyfriend rolling on his tongue in a plea.
"Fuck," Yeonjun curses under his breath as he slips out and then slams back in, listening to the sweet sounds coming from beneath him, resisting the urge to take possession of that slim waist in a painful grip and ravage the beautiful figure until he leaves him incapable of walking for weeks. Only Beomgyu makes his primitive side come to the surface, turning him into a caveman unable to control himself. It's one of the boy's many charms, he supposes.
Soon, the loud noise of the two lovers panting and moaning in pleasure fills the room, along with the occasional creaking of their poor bed, and the sound of things inadvertently dropping on the floor.
Yeonjun pounds into Beomgyu like an animal, enjoying the tight warmth of his interior. He ignores the pain Beomgyu keeps inflicting on his back. His blunt nails form long, bloody claws that will leave marks for at least a few days, the balls of his feet digging into Yeonjun's Apollo dimples, pulling him closer so his cock can reach even deeper.
As he strengthens his thrusts and his pace fastens, Yeonjun can't help but laugh internally at how Beomgyu's voice has reached at least four octaves. He has to admit, his screams sound pretty girly. And Yeonjun comes to like the sound of it. Eliciting something so unexpected from his little boyfriend who possesses such a deep voice must mean he's doing something good. More than good.
Ah, Yeonjun's ego may have gotten bigger.
"You're- so cute... do you- mmh, fuck, do you know that?" The words come out of Yeonjun's mouth as a stutter due to the power of his thrusts.
Normally, Beomgyu would have strangled him after those words, but caught in a situation like this, confined under the strong body of his hot boyfriend, he can only dig his fingernails deep into Yeonjun's broad shoulders and moan like a bitch in heat, asking for more. The pain mingles with immense pleasure as Yeonjun abuses his prostate so bestially, thrusting his cock as deep as possible.
"S-shut up and... and hurry up... I'm... aah c-close..." Beomgyu manages to cry out in a broken voice, legs wrapped tight around Yeonjun's defined waist.
The demanding tone in Beomgyu's voice makes Yeonjun upset. He throws a scolding look at his lover.
"That's not how you talk to your hyung. Tsk, disobedient brat." He pokes his tongue inside his cheek, clearly annoyed. His pace gradually slows down. Beomgyu blinks in confusion when Yeonjun stops pushing into him completely and just hovers over him, still submerged deep inside him. An unpleasant aura surrounds him. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Beomgyu soon realizes the mistake he's made.
"Ung, I'm s-sorry, hyung... Hyung?" Beomgyu looks up at Yeonjun, putting on his best puppy eyes. There's always a high chance of this working when he's standing on thin ice. No one can resist the cuteness Beomgyu dispones- it can be deadly when he decides to use it as a weapon. But today is not his lucky day, it seems. Yeonjun's reaction that comes a second later leaves him flabbergasted.
"Too late."
Beomgyu whimpers from the loss of contact as Yeonjun, not so gently, pulls out of him.
"You should know being rude to your hyung gets you punished. Or did you forget the rules already, darling?" His voice quickly drops low to an intimidating level. It would scare the younger boy had he not known Yeonjun better. He's been through this before.
From the stern expression on Yeonjun's face, it's useless to defend himself in any way when he gets like this. Beomgyu suspects... No. Beomgyu knows the punishment that awaits him. He knows his hyung well, and when it comes to sex, he needs to be in complete control. Among other things. He's also aware any form of protest would add up to Yeonjun's displeasure and thus result in worse treatment.
Slowly, Beomgyu nods understandingly. "Y-yes, I was rude and I deserve to be punished," he repeats in a muffled voice.
A thin smile appears on Yeonjun's lips, while Beomgyu can only wait for his punishment.
"That's right," Yeonjun nods, taking Beomgyu by the wrist, and carefully lifts him up into a sitting position. He leans over to him, blowing warm air into his ear as he whispers seductively, "And now on all fours."
Yeonjun's voice gives a firm command, and Beomgyu obediently starts to turn, his back to him. He tries to shift into the position of a cat, but it's difficult. His knees are a little wobbly from the previous activity, but he grits his teeth and leans on his elbows, his ass swaying provocatively in the air. Just how Yeonjun likes it. Beomgyu knows what right buttons to push. They've done this a few times before. He's been taught well.
"Good boy," Yeonjun praises him, gently slapping Beomgyu's ass. There's a faint whine beneath him that puts a satisfied smile on his face. "You know what to do, right, Beomgyu-ya?" He asks, right before slamming into him fully.
Tears well up in Beomgyu's eyes, his grip on the sheets tight until his knuckles turn white. Lowering his head until his forehead rests on the soft pillow, he gives a curt nod.
"Y-yes, oppa," he whispers barely audibly and starts pushing his hips back to meet Yeonjun's thrusts.
Oppa... What a disgraceful call. It makes Beomgyu feel like a girl, but he got used to it over time. It's not the weirdest thing he's done, anyway.
He bends his back in a deep arch, he can say for sure his spine is not going to appreciate it, but he ignores the slight pain, and so does Yeonjun. Clutching the sheets convulsively in his hands, Beomgyu's hips dance with those of his lover in a sensual rhythm. Shamelessly, he keeps on shouting loudly the learned sentences from before.
"O-oppa... Yeonjun oppa, f-feels so good~ Ahh, more... give me more, please... hah-"
Yeonjun grits his teeth as he slowly approaches his climax. Beomgyu is stubbornly clenching around him, planning to feed his body with as much of his milk as possible. He moans, screams for him to go harder, fill him up, writhing provocatively and uttering words he should never say as a man. Not when having sex with his own bandmate.
"Fuck, Beoms," Yeonjun growls, gripping his hips tighter. He keeps spewing one curse after another when he feels he's very close to reaching his climax. Almost there, he just needs to hold on for a little longer- Yeonjun swears out loud upon noticing Beomgyu's hand reaching between his trembling legs and wrapping his fingers around his weeping length. It's the most perfect picture Yeonjun has ever seen. His little boy moving with him, his fingers dancing in harmony with his own thrusts, and when he sees Beomgyu turn over his shoulder, eyes searching for his, Yeonjun fails to make contact because he can't take his eyes off his beautiful, perfect face. He always knew that what they were doing is wrong. But he never saw it as a mistake. Never regretted his decision.
"Junnie..." Beomgyu sighs, his face twisted in sheer pleasure as he tightens his fingers around himself. Yeonjun almost comes like a teenager at the sight. "Oppa, please, I- ahh-" Beomgyu sobs, his mouth slightly ajar. He licks the saliva dripping from his parted lips, then bites into the tender flesh as a result of Yeonjun's hard thrusts behind him.
Yeonjun's response is a low moan of Beomgyu's name. He only needs a few... just a few right-angled thrusts before he's finally done. Beomgyu tightens his grip on his arousal and tugs, hard and fast, in tune with the movements behind him.
"Yeonjun oppa! I'm gonna- nngh, gonna come-!" Beomgyu's high-pitched whines echo through the room, gradually increasing in volume. He sounds like a little girl being pulled by her hair.
"Y-yeah, baby, me too," Yeonjun pants as he holds the slim hips in a bruising grip, cock sliding in and out of the warm cave.
With quick, sloppy strokes, Beomgyu is the first one to come, his fingers coated in his own juice, body trembling violently.
Exhausted, Beomgyu's hand drops limply to his side, rather damp and sticky. Likewise, behind him, Yeonjun only needs to make a few quick, hard thrusts until he's filling Beomgyu's insides with his seed, reveling in the feeling of the walls contracting around him. Beomgyu never misses the opportunity to milk his man dry, like an insatiable greedy whore.
You see, with Choi Beomgyu, looks can be deceiving. Despite his innocent, almost baby face, he can turn into a cunning bitch if he wants to.
Beomgyu grunts in discomfort as Yeonjun, panting like a dog, drops his weight on Beomgyu's bent back. His blond hair tickles Beomgyu's neck, and with the remaining strength he can muster, Beomgyu wiggles his body, throwing his heavy boyfriend off of him on the other half of the bed, right next to him.
Yeonjun flops down onto his back, catching his breath for a moment before reaching for the nightstand to grab the set of wet tissues. He turns on his side, shifting closer to Beomgyu, and wipes the mess he made. He knows his baby is not exactly fond of sleeping all sticky and gross. But he can't help but stare a little longer at the white paint running down the inner sides of Beomgyu's slim thighs, so obscenely spread right in front of his eyes. It's truly a sight to behold, he must admit. He's almost tempted to ask for another round if he didn't remember they have rehearsal in a few hours. Yeonjun might be a jerk at times but he's not a sadist. He lets his boy get his deserved rest. After all, he's been such a good boy for him.
But even despite all his attempts at withstanding the urge to touch, Yeonjun can't resist and brings his hand right in between his little darling's open legs, forcing his fingers inside the swollen entrance. Oversensitive, Beomgyu cries out pathetically as Yeonjun's long digits play in there, dilating his abused hole to ease the cum out until it flows in thick stripes down his thighs and ends up making a sticky mess on the sheets. It's not enough to get Beomgyu hard; Yeonjun, being the cheeky bastard, knows when to stop at the right time just to have Beomgyu panting with flushed cheeks and trembling limbs.
It's a jerk move on his side but he doesn't care, since the sight is absolutely breathtaking.
"You're so fucking beautiful." The praise just slips out but it's not like he's lying. Beomgyu really is beautiful. Even when he's not doing anything, Yeonjun can't take his eyes off him. Because he's foolishly in love with the prettiest boy in the whole world.
"Ung, h-hyung," Beomgyu whines, turning his head to face Yeonjun whose hand keeps on lingering between his boyfriend's thighs, moving dangerously close to his petite cock, testing the waters. Beomgyu could stop him at any time but- he doesn't. He lets those naughty fingers wrap around him in a gentle hold, partly because he doesn't have enough strength to actually push Yeonjun off him.
The lack of resistance only makes Yeonjun bolder. His grip grows tighter and that elicits a squeak from Beomgyu's lips.
"Hm? What is it, baby?" A sensual whisper into his ear provokes another whiny sound from those tiny lips. Yeonjun wants to scoop them up and bite into them. But he resists, focusing on the warm flesh in his grasp.
Beomgyu grips Yeonjun's bicep, fingers digging into his flesh and leaving red marks behind. "S-sensitive." Tears don't stop flowing, staining Beomgyu's reddened cheeks as his cock, enveloped by the warmth of Yeonjun's palm, spurts a pathetic, thin streak of cum onto his tummy. His whole body trembles and he cries out in that cute, high-pitched voice, pressing his thighs together. He's totally spent for the day.
In the end, Yeonjun has to take out a couple more wet tissues and clean the mess his naughty hand caused, again.
After that, he lies back down, next to Beomgyu who's still trying to catch his breath. Yeonjun feels less tired than his lovely boyfriend who just had his second orgasm and is still pretty much oversensitive. Poor boy had to suffer because Yeonjun couldn't keep his hands off of him. But Beomgyu looked so pretty flushed with tears in his eyes and screaming his name in that adorable, girly voice...
Gosh, maybe he is a sadist.
Ah, now he feels bad.
"Beoms," Yeonjun calls softly after a moment of silence. As soon as those beautiful, big round eyes look up at him, Yeonjun continues, gnawing on his bottom lip. "I-"
The dramatic pause makes Beomgyu freeze. Yeonjun's serious expression is worrying. Hopefully, he's not about to get scolded. Except for the thing with punishment, he didn't misbehave, right? He was a good boy for him.
"Y-yes?"
"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?"
Oh, so that was actually the thing Yeonjun was worried about.
Sighing in relief, Beomgyu shakes his head. "Not really." Honestly, this was quite a normal play session compared to some from other times. So Beomgyu doesn't really understand what got Yeonjun thinking his actions might've hurt him. "Why?" He asks, curious.
There's a pause. It drags on for a little longer until Beomgyu, now getting slightly annoyed, opens his mouth to ask again but gets interrupted by Yeonjun's words.
"Because you kept squealing like a girl."
The snarky remark coming from Yeonjun's lips is not what Beomgyu expected at all. Of course, Yeonjun can't help but tease his pretty boyfriend whenever he gets a chance. His reactions are always the best.
Like now.
Beomgyu's face turns red with rage, his lips pursed.
"Hey?!" He yells, smacking his boyfriend on the arm. It doesn't hurt because Beomgyu's strength is drained due to exhaustion. And thank god for that, or Yeonjun would sport a nasty red print of his little darling's palm on his skin otherwise.
"You were so cute though," Yeonjun grins despite the sting in his bicep and ruffles his hair.
Beomgyu shakes his head angrily, trying to avoid the affectionate touches. With the little pout on his lips, he only makes Yeonjun coo at him more.
"What? No! I wasn't!" He folds his arms across his chest, red behind the ears from embarrassment.
"And then how you were screaming 'oppa, oppa!' like someone was pulling your hair, that was honestly so adorable!" Yeonjun laughs like a little child. "But don't worry, I won't tell the boys," he teases with a laugh. "Maybe-" But that's when Beomgyu already silences him, grabbing the whipped cream and spraying some of the sweet snow over Yeonjun's mouth.
"Oh, shut up," he says with a smile, finding the new look on his boyfriend very amusing.
Instead of a verbal response, Yeonjun leans in and catches Beomgyu's unprepared lips in a kiss, sharing the sweet taste of whipped cream on their tongues.
"Ew, hyung, no! You're gross!" Beomgyu whines, face contorted into a grimace as he feels the cream making his skin sticky. Yuck.
"But you love this gross man," Yeonjun grins against Beomgyu's lips, smearing the snowy foam all over their chins.
Beomgyu giggles cutely and licks the sweet substance off his boyfriend's mouth. "Mhm. That's right. I do."