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“Hyungwon if you make that fucking sound again, I will physically tear your head off of your shoulders.”
“Okay Miss Bitch, fucking try me.”
Waking up with a throbbing migraine the day of a performance and interview, in a foreign land, in a foreign hotel meant that Yoo Kihyun’s mood that morning was sour as all hell and extremely volatile, and a certain Chae Hyungwon sitting in a makeup chair beside him breathing extremely, unnecessarily loud was not helping his audio sensitivity in the least.
It wasn’t like there weren’t already a billion people bustling around them, loud and occasionally yelling at each other, touching his face and blowing hot, dry air at his head.
It wasn’t like there weren’t bright lights shining right in his face and making him squint and worsening his headache.
Bloody hell, he didn’t need even more of his senses brutally attacked.
Kihyun frowned into the mirror and spotted a gleeful Minhyuk recording them from his front row seat on the sofa, mouthing fight, fight at them. Well, at least Kihyun and Hyungwon agreed on one thing subconsciously, and it was to flip Minhyuk off at the same time.
At least the tablet that Hyunwoo had slipped to him after breakfast was actually having some effect on him. He’d never taken a whole gram of paracetamol in his life but clearly Hyunwoo was on to something, as the medicine was slowly draining away the sharp pain behind his eyes and tamping down his nausea.
After an agonizingly long period of unwanted hands roving all over his head, Kihyun was finally let off the chair. Shit, his ass was sore after sitting there for the past two hours. He made his way to the sofa and crashed (gently, he didn’t want to ruin all the hard work that the makeup and hair team had done just because his head felt like it was going to pop like a balloon) onto Changkyun’s lap.
He didn’t really look up at the noise of surprise that Changkyun let out, instead choosing to close his eyes and focus on the way those hands gently pet his head, the way that soothing voice washed over him in a kind, questioning tone.
“How are you feeling?”
“Dreadful, but I’m much better. I can still perform… or at least I hope.”
A little hum. “That’s good, but be careful out there, okay?”
“Okay.”
Changkyun was always so comforting to go to when Kihyun had headaches or just felt overwhelmed, the man’s quiet presence a grounding force to the chaos going on in Kihyun’s mind and surroundings. It was like clinging onto a solid rock in the riverbed as the currents of the world threatened to sweep him right away.
Kihyun always appreciated Changkyun being that sound presence for him, and his affections for the man had only grown since the time he had known him, even if they had morphed over time into… other kinds of affection. Affections that Kihyun didn’t dare to show.
Kihyun never let himself dwell on the implications of that comfort too long, especially not now, not wanting to get sucked into a torrent of thoughts that he didn’t want to address or even acknowledge, lest he go down a spiral of insecurity once again.
He felt himself drifting off a little bit into the cloudy lands of sleep and snapped himself out of it, remembering that there was only an hour more until everyone’s makeup was done and they had to get on the stage for their final checks.
He could see the stylist giving him disdainful looks when he sat up from his pillow aka Changkyun’s lap. He didn’t really blame her, to be honest, he’d probably be pissed as fuck too if he’d spent quite a while dressing someone up and they were potentially ruining their own outfit by lying down.
However, Kihyun wasn’t done using Changkyun as his personal body pillow, pressing up against his side and laying his head on his shoulder instead. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but at least he wouldn’t be ruining his clothes or hair. All he wanted was to shut off at least one sense so he wouldn’t feel so goddamn overwhelmed.
He had managed to do so somewhat successfully for a while, until the door to their changing room banged open, making him flinch and tense up.
The loud voice of their overseas manager came booming through, “Alright then, I hope you boys are all ready, we have about five minutes till you have to be on stage for a sound check, so let’s go, yeah?”
God, why were Americans so fucking loud?
Kihyun stood up and stretched as much as he could without feeling an overwhelming wave of dizziness wash over him. He followed the others on their way out of the dressing room, silently thankful for Jooheon hovering slightly behind him in case anything happened to him.
A long-winded corridor and a whole barrage of instructions from their managers later, they were finally climbing the small flight of steps to the stage in the auditorium that they were meant to be performing in, finally standing on a stage to conduct their mic checks and meet their interviewer beforehand.
So maybe coming on stage was a mistake after all. The lighting crew conducted their checks and lights flashed everywhere, some piercing straight into Kihyun’s eyes and temporarily blinding him.
Now, Yoo Kihyun was a professional. He was used to these flashing lights and speakers screeching audio feedback at them. He was used to people bustling around and fixing things to ensure everything looked the best it possibly could.
But today was too much.
Today was not any other day.
Today, Yoo Kihyun was ready to scream bloody murder at the next sound that shrieked out of the stage monitors while they were being tested. Sure, he’d risk the migraine coming back even worse, but maybe they’d all leave him alone. Maybe he wouldn’t have to do this performance and interview, however nice the interviewer seemed to be.
It was probably Jooheon who noticed how Kihyun was clutching at his head and flinching at every sudden light and sound, because the next thing Kihyun knew, he was being directed into a chair by Jooheon that he had faintly heard Hyunwoo ask the staff for. He thanked them both, sipping from a bottle of water that was passed to him.
The interviewer walked over to them, concern written all over his face.
“Is everything alright, Kihyun?”
Kihyun nodded, gulping down the water to smile at the interviewer. He looked entirely unconvinced, glancing at Hyunwoo and Jooheon with a frown on his face.
“I’ll try not to ask you too many things today, alright? It’s okay if you aren’t able to answer too much.”
Kihyun nodded again, huffing through his nose when the interviewer walked away, trying his best to get rid of the overwhelming sensations running like wild horses through his system.
Someone called out, “Five minutes to stage!”
Kihyun could only hope the next hour felt like five minutes too.
--
It did not feel like five minutes.
The whole performance and interview felt like it had dragged on for five full hours. Kihyun was exhausted, nauseous and overwhelmed. The paracetamol had almost entirely worn off by the time they had finished performing You Can’t Hold My Heart, the headache hitting Kihyun in throbbing waves every time he hit another high note on that godforsaken song.
The whole interview had flown by in a haze for Kihyun, the interviewer staying true to his word about not asking Kihyun too many questions. He’d kept on a smile for the entire interview, trying his hardest not to flinch any time his eyes started screaming and attempting to pop right out of his head, trying not to clench his teeth too hard and shatter them each time another rush of light-headedness surged through him.
By the time they reached their vans to head back to the hotel, Kihyun was being held up by Hyunwoo on one side while Minhyuk followed them on the other side to ensure he was able to help Hyunwoo just in case. Kihyun pretty much passed out in the van on the way back, his brain foggy and barely registering electrolyte solutions being tipped into his mouth regularly, his hair flicking over his forehead as someone else fanned him.
He finally regained some semblance of consciousness by the time they pulled up to their hotel, finding his footing as he got out of the car and waving Hyunwoo and the others away when they tried to hold him up. He was grateful for their help but Kihyun didn’t think he needed it anymore. Changkyun was rooming with him this time and he’d rely on him if something came up.
They all piled into the elevator, Kihyun standing against the mirror on the back wall, tilting his head back and absently wondering if he’d packed any ibuprofen in his set of medicines. He should definitely have some, he didn’t trust Hyungwon to not fall sick on these trips.
They reached their floor and he stayed close to Changkyun’s side all the way to their room, linking his arm with Changkyun’s when he felt himself start swaying and wandering a bit too far from the man.
He ignored the hitch in Changkyun’s breath when he pressed himself closer, almost leaning on Changkyun for support. Maybe it meant something, maybe it didn’t.
They finally reached their room and Kihyun stood behind Changkyun as he passed him the keycard, resting his forehead into Changkyun’s shoulder as he took deep breaths. Changkyun smelled good. He always did, but it was dizzying this time, even the subtle smell of the worn-off perfume sending a fresh wave of pain through Kihyun’s entire head. Any other day, Kihyun would’ve been about two seconds away from just wrapping his arms around Changkyun and burying his face into his shoulder to drive the headache away, but this time it was a bit much.
The door finally unlocked and Changkyun let Kihyun in first, hovering around the door until Kihyun had managed to toe his shoes off. Kihyun was so glad that his bed was closer to the hallway, immediately collapsing onto the soft pillows, groaning loud when the impact sent pins shooting through his temples. He didn’t even have the energy to take his clothes off at this point, he just needed rest, even if it was still bright out. He checked his phone briefly, trying not to cuss out the light coming from it. 2:30 pm.
He heard shuffling from the night stand and, remembering his medicine bag, reached out for it so he could have an ibuprofen and sleep peacefully. Instead, Kihyun felt a pill being pushed into his hand and heard water being poured into a glass. He mumbled his thanks to Changkyun when the glass was pushed into his hand, and Kihyun tried not to choke too bad when he swallowed a little bit of his water the wrong way.
The last thing he heard before he laid his head down and drifted off to sleep was Changkyun asking if he wanted to change out of his clothes, his last thought just the hope that when he woke up, all of this pain would be gone.
A sharp sting against the side of Kihyun’s head woke him up mere minutes later and he was right about ready to fist-fight the next person who spoke to him for it. For fuck’s sake, all he wanted was some good sleep, what was so difficult to— oh, it was dark out.
Kihyun propped himself on an elbow and reached for his phone, which had magically been hooked up to the wall charger in the time that he had been asleep. 7:30 pm.
With a loud groan of irritation, Kihyun laid back against the pillows once more. He had hoped that all of his migraine would’ve leached out through the sleep but apparently not, he still had some remnant hammers ramming into his head from all directions and frankly, he was just annoyed at this point. It had been hours and all he wanted was some fucking relief from all this.
“Hey,” a deep voice called out from the hallway.
Kihyun opened his eyes to see Changkyun peeking from around the wall at him, hair damp like he had washed his hair only a few hours back and let it dry on its own.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fucking peachy.”
Changkyun grinned at that, clearly not registering the sarcasm in Kihyun’s voice.
“Of course not, fuck, I still have pain and I don’t fucking know what to do anymore and it’s still annoying and noises are still irritating and I feel like there’s screws being driven into my brain with the loudest drill in the world and sure it’s better than this afternoon but everything still fucking sucks.” Kihyun wouldn’t admit it but it did break him a little to see Changkyun’s face fall the way that it did.
Changkyun had moved out of the hallway and was standing near the foot of Kihyun’s bed by the time Kihyun was done with his spiel. Kihyun vaguely noted how soft Changkyun looked in what he was wearing, the loose white t-shirt falling over his thighs and stopping just far enough to show a sliver of his barely-visible black shorts.
“Well, I suppose you could try some other solutions for it?”
Kihyun sneered. “I’ve had a whole gram of paracetamol and even an ibuprofen. What would you suggest is more effective than that?”
Changkyun sat down on Kihyun’s bed then, laying his hand on Kihyun’s shin. “Reflexology. And, ooh, some peppermint.”
Kihyun really tried to stop himself from letting out a groan, he really did. He failed though and asked, “Do you really believe that shit is going to cure my headache when two whole strong as hell medicines have barely worked?”
A shrug met his statement. “I mean, I’m not proposing it as a substitute, but who knows, it could just help alleviate it a little. It’s worth a shot, you know? And hey, the mint is just nice in general.”
Kihyun dropped his head back on the pillow, trying not to wince at the sharp sensations shooting through the base of his head at that, staring up at the ceiling and contemplating his choices.
Changkyun was right though, it was worth a shot. What’s the worst that could happen? His headache would still persist after Changkyun gave him a mint and fiddled with his foot or something for a while. At least his mouth would be fresh.
Kihyun murmured. “Fine.”
“Hm?”
“I said fine. It wouldn’t hurt to try, I suppose.”
Changkyun should not have looked as gleeful as he did at Kihyun’s words but Kihyun didn’t pay it too much mind, not wanting to think too much about why Changkyun was that happy to get his hands on Kihyun.
Kihyun kicked the blankets off of himself, which had also magically appeared on his body while he was asleep. He vaguely wondered if it was all Changkyun’s doing and smiled internally, trying to ignore the fluttery sensation in his chest at the thought of Changkyun giving him that sort of silent care, even if he gave it to everyone else too.
Changkyun glanced pointedly at Kihyun’s pants as he got a packet of mints from his bag and threw them in Kihyun’s direction. Kihyun took his pants off, trying not to dwell on how Changkyun didn’t look away at that, rather looked Kihyun straight in the eyes as he did so.
It was probably because they were all so comfortable wandering around semi-naked, or in Changkyun’s case, almost entirely naked, around the dorm. Yeah. Definitely that.
He popped one of the mints into his mouth and propped some pillows up against the headboard, so he could sit up a little and see what Changkyun was doing. He had to admit that he was at least slightly curious as to what random snippets of knowledge of reflexology this man had stored in his head.
Changkyun always seemed to have the most irrelevant factoids stored in that head of his that could actually come in handy sometimes. Kihyun still didn’t know what he was planning on doing with the information he had on bigfin squids, though, apart from providing it as nightmare fuel to the other members. Poor Jooheon had slept in Hyunwoo’s bed for two days after Changkyun had decided to drop that tiny bomb in his brain.
Fingers pressing against the base of his toes had Kihyun jolting out of his reverie. He was used to massages from other people, but he certainly wasn’t used to a member doing it for him, especially not one with fingers like Changkyun’s.
His hands were so pretty and slender, fingers pressing delicate pressure into the base of his toes and between them. Kihyun didn’t know why he was noticing how beautiful they were all of a sudden. It wasn’t helping his headache yet but Kihyun could feel some of the latent pressure in his feet draining out, and that felt pretty good too.
Five minutes later and the foot massage still wasn’t doing anything for Kihyun’s headache, and the mint hadn’t done anything either. He had noticed Changkyun’s fingers climbing higher onto his calves for a while, however, and finally decided to ask about it.
“What are you doing?”
“Hm? Just rubbing out all the other knots in your legs, you have a lot of tension.”
“How is that going to help my headache?”
“If I release pressure from other points of your body, it could reduce the amount of tension in your body overall and help your head calm down.”
Kihyun was nearly a hundred percent sure Changkyun was just bullshitting at this point, but he couldn’t honestly say he minded Changkyun’s hands drifting further up and pressing the knots out of his calves and around his knees. It wasn’t helping his headache directly, but it sure did take the stress away from his taut body. He hadn’t even realized he was holding all that tension in him.
Kihyun closed his eyes and tipped his head back, trying not to groan too loud so the rumbling of his throat wouldn’t reach his head, totally not because the massage was getting to him a little bit and he didn’t want to make this encounter feel any more sexual than it already was.
It was a few more minutes before Kihyun could feel nimble fingers pressing over his thighs and moving inwards. Kihyun’s eyes snapped open at the subtle press of hands separating his thighs.
He raised an eyebrow at Changkyun, who was now looking at him with innocent eyes, like he wasn’t perfectly aware of why Kihyun was looking at him in question.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Just massaging your thighs. I’m sure they’re tense too from all that moving and dancing.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes, why? Is there something… else?” Kihyun deliberately ignored the dip in Changkyun’s voice after the little pause between his words. Not that he even noticed it in the first place. Of course not.
Why would he?
“No, I suppose not.” It was Kihyun’s turn to be regarded with one of Changkyun’s raised eyebrows this time, Kihyun barely suppressing a gulp at the look in those dark eyes. Surely, he was imagining the smouldering look in there.
They didn’t break eye contact this time, Changkyun fixing his eyes on Kihyun as he separated his legs a little further, sitting up on his knees and using the force of his arms to knead the heel of his palm into the firm flesh of Kihyun’s thighs.
Kihyun tried, he tried so fucking hard, to not moan out loud but damn, Changkyun had good hands and the massage was really loosening up his thighs too. He broke eye contact with Changkyun and leaned his head back into the pillows, panting every time Changkyun’s deft fingers passed over another knotted up spot on their venture over his thighs.
It was the brush of knuckles against the front of his boxers that had Kihyun jerking his head off the pillows to look at Changkyun once again. Changkyun didn’t speak.
“What?”
Changkyun was silent for a beat longer, sitting back on his haunches and not looking at Kihyun. “Do my fingers really affect you that much?”
Kihyun scowled at him a little, wondering what in the world he was talking about when his gaze drifted down to where one of Changkyun’s hands rested against the inside of his thighs.
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
He was half-hard.
If the universe was playing some sort of cruel joke on him this entire day, it was about time for it to stop because how the fuck was he supposed to explain this away? How was he supposed to explain that it definitely wasn’t Changkyun’s agile hands pressing into his skin, warm and insistent, that had cause this to happen? That it wasn’t—
“I have an idea.” Changkyun’s soft whisper broke Kihyun’s entire train of thoughts.
Considering the look of mirth spreading across Changkyun’s face, Kihyun wasn’t sure he was going to like this idea.
“Have you ever heard of orgasms reducing your headaches?”
“Changkyun, no…”
“I’m serious, I’ve read about it. There’s a study that I think mentioned about 60% of people said that their headaches felt much better after they had an orgasm. It’s because it stimulates this part of your brain called the nucleus cuneiformis and that part is responsible for pain and orgasms and it—“
The words echoing through the room were brought to a grinding halt by Kihyun raising his palm to Changkyun.
He needed a minute to process all of this.
Was Changkyun really suggesting what Kihyun thought he was suggesting? Was he, in all seriousness, suggesting that Kihyun jack off to reduce his migraine?
Kihyun exhaled rough, rubbing at his temples as he tried to collect his thoughts before asking, “Are you really suggesting that I masturbate to relieve my headache?”
Changkyun cocked his head to the side, a little frown setting into his forehead.
“Not at all, that’s just too much work for you right now.”
Kihyun heaved a sigh of relief.
“I was suggesting that I guide you to jack yourself off so you don’t have to concentrate and the orgasm can take away some of the pain.”
Any air that was left in Kihyun’s lungs was punched out of him hard with that casual declaration. If Kihyun had water in his mouth, his reaction would’ve been one worthy of a comedy sketch on a Saturday night talk show. Water flying out, spit dribbling down his chin, the works.
Kihyun looked at Changkyun with wide eyes, mouth twisted in shock and eyebrows disappearing somewhere into his bangs.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
“I’m not.”
“Changkyun don’t fucking play with me, I swear—“
In the blink of an eye, Changkyun was suddenly closer to Kihyun than he was two seconds ago. His hands were back on Kihyun’s thighs, but his grip on them was anything but soothing; unrelenting, unforgiving.
Kihyun was forced to look at Changkyun and...
How had Changkyun’s entire demeanour changed in a matter of seconds?
He was so close to Kihyun. So close, with his plush lips parted ever so slightly, and his eyes lidded, darting all over Kihyun’s face. He looked… fuck, he looked like he wanted to get fucked raw and Kihyun didn’t know what to do, his head was fuzzy with all the thoughts racing through it.
Kihyun felt— no, he was trapped by a mere look. He was entranced just by the way Changkyun looked, like he was out of his mind with lust. Like he actually, truly, wanted Kihyun.
He didn’t want to let himself believe that. He couldn’t.
Those beautiful brown eyes flitted back to Kihyun’s own, and only heaven knew what Kihyun was supposed to do when that velvety voice purred out, “Please, Kihyun? Let me help you.”
Kihyun shivered, the side of his brain telling him that this is a terrible idea, come on we both know why it isn’t a good idea, don’t do this, it’ll ruin everything, just think about– being completely shut down and overridden by the part of his brain that wanted nothing more than Changkyun’s wet mouth pressed against his skin.
It took everything Kihyun had to not visibly shudder as he breathed out, “Okay.”
Changkyun grinned lazily, one side of his mouth lifting as he leaned away and half-sat, half-laid on Kihyun’s side.
Kihyun swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry and feeling like he was trying to swallow an entire cotton ball.
“Close your eyes, Kihyun.”
Kihyun exhaled harshly.
“Trust me?”
A sharper inhale. If there was one thing Kihyun had learned over the years he knew Changkyun, it was that he could trust him. Well… mostly.
Okay.
Kihyun closed his eyes, giving himself up to Changkyun’s instructions and allowing himself to get out of his head a little.
Before his thoughts could float back and force him to acknowledge just how much the pain in his head was clanging against his skull, Changkyun’s deep, rich voice drifted into his ears, warm breath puffing against the shell of his ear.
“Touch your lips.”
Well, that was strange. Kihyun’s brows furrowed a little, but he brought the fingers of one hand to his lips nevertheless. He let them roam, let his lips part a little, let his index finger tug his bottom lip downward.
He didn’t know what Changkyun was doing, but he guessed he was watching. He didn’t want to think about the implications of that too much either.
“Alright, now let your hands go lower, bring them to your neck, your collarbones, your chest. Be firm.”
Kihyun’s fingers followed wherever Changkyun’s voice led them, his other hand joining the first in tracing one by one over his neck and his Adam’s apple, across the dips in his collarbones, down his sternum.
“Touch your nipples.”
Kihyun froze. Surely Changkyun didn’t know, there was no way.
“Go on, Kihyun.”
His fingers couldn’t resist when Changkyun dragged his name that way, sultry and holding all the depths of the oceans. Kihyun’s fingers circled around the sensitive flesh of his nipples over his t-shirt before flicking against them just the slightest bit.
Kihyun was fucking sensitive and, shit, just that much was enough to get his back arching off the bed and his breath hissing through his teeth as his fingers flicked harder against his nipples, almost like they had a mind of their own and just wanted more, more, more.
His nipples were pebbling so nicely under the attention of his own fingers and Kihyun pinched them a little. He wouldn’t have been able to stop the shaky breath that escaped in a low moan from his throat even if he had wanted to.
A whispered fuck in his ear had his lips quirking a little, secretly glad that he wasn’t the only one affected by all of this.
He knew that Changkyun had no possible way of knowing how sensitive his nipples were, but he could swear that Changkyun was making him play with them much longer than anything else.
Fuck, his cock was already hard just from all of this playing, and there was no way Changkyun could have missed that dead giveaway if he was watching him as intently as Kihyun felt he was.
Because Kihyun could feel Changkyun’s heated gaze piercing straight through him even with closed eyes. A sharp jab of pain in his forehead, however, was enough to remind him of what they were really here for. He tried to ignore it in a bid to bring his attention back to his nipples.
“You’re doing so well, Kihyun. Go lower now.”
Kihyun was almost sorry about having to stop playing with his nipples, reluctantly letting go of them as he trailed his hand lower, finally cupping himself over his boxers as he let one hand drop to grip at the sheets by his side.
A ridiculously high whine resonated from within him as the move sent pain lancing through his skull once again. He tried to ignore both the pain and the noises escaping him as he palmed his hard, still-clothed cock.
“Beautiful. Now, I want you to slip your hand in and stroke yourself slowly.”
Kihyun tried not to dwell on Changkyun calling him beautiful so suddenly, rather he just sighed as his fingers trailed over his happy trail and into his boxers, skin finally touching burning skin.
“Fuck.” Kihyun hadn’t said anything all this while and the words rasping out of his throat sounded like they were dragged out of a pile of nails.
His head pressed back into the pillows as he gripped his cock tight, trying not to give in and stroke himself too fast. He moved his hand slowly and just relished the firm, warm contact. It was almost soothing, having teased himself for so long already that even this slow pace was enough to have him humming in contentment.
The touch of soft lips smoothing along the column of his neck had Kihyun suddenly jolting, his eyes snapping open as Changkyun’s breathy voice purred against his skin in a question, “Is this alright?”
Kihyun gulped, blinking rapidly to clear a little bit of his head as he whispered, “Yes,” and closed his eyes again, trying not to be obvious in the way he leaned into Changkyun’s kisses.
When Changkyun spoke next, Kihyun felt the words pressed into his skin more than he heard them. “So good for me, Kihyun, so good.”
Kihyun barely registered the cold, strange fingers pressing along his side until they slipped under his t-shirt, leaving icy trails along his heated skin as they roamed all over.
Lava swirled in his chest as his brain remotely registered that this was Changkyun doing all of this with him, Changkyun with his gorgeous voice, his lovely face, his lithe fingers, his plush lips.
Thick drops of the lava dripped into his stomach as he continued stroking himself, trying not to get too caught up in just how much he felt in the moment, lest his head— ah, yes there it was again, the striking pain ricocheting against his skull and making Kihyun groan out loud.
The pain distracted Kihyun from the feeling of cold fingers sliding into his boxers and wrapping around his own over his cock, fixing the slackened grip in their hold, and Kihyun yelped as his hand was moved by another.
“Changkyun—“ Kihyun started, not wanting Changkyun to be doing anything he didn’t want to just because he felt like he had to.
A soothing, open-mouthed kiss against his neck. "It’s okay, Ki. Let me help.”
Kihyun relented, letting his fingers slip out from under Changkyun’s hold and finding Changkyun’s thigh instead, clutching the flesh hard as Changkyun sped his pace up without any warning. A groan vibrated against the junction of his shoulder and neck and he shuddered.
Between Changkyun nipping at his clavicles and the tugging on his cock, Kihyun was arching off the bed, unable to stop himself from wanting Changkyun closer, deeper, harder against him.
The pressure on Kihyun’s cock was suddenly gone, replaced by a heavy weight settling right above it, not quite touching it but just ever so close.
Kihyun’s eyes flew open again, the dull pain returning to his head in full force as his pupils adjusted to the figure sat above him.
Changkyun’s face was so close to him, and Kihyun could see every blazing coal in his eyes spitting fire back at him. It was like Changkyun’s eyes didn’t know where to look, flying between Kihyun’s eyes and lips, before finally settling on the latter.
He leaned further into Kihyun’s space and Kihyun tilted his head and hell, how was Changkyun even prettier mere inches away from Kihyun’s face?
There was a pause of movement and Kihyun released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.
“Can I kiss you, Kihyun?” There was a playful glint in those intense eyes.
“For fuck’s sake—“
Kihyun grabbed Changkyun by the back of his neck, having had enough of the wait, and kissed him hard.
He could feel the very moment that Changkyun let go of any of the control he thought he had over Kihyun, melting into the kiss as soon as he recovered from his stiffened shock.
Changkyun’s lips felt even better on his own than they had roaming over his neck, pliable even as they pressed resolutely against Kihyun’s, little huffs escaping Kihyun’s own as he tried to reel himself in from the ramping intensity.
Kihyun finally had the chance and fuck, he wasn’t about to give it up. He’d dreamed of kissing Changkyun for far too long now and he felt even better than Kihyun could have ever imagined, his hands coming up to grip at Kihyun’s shoulders as Kihyun’s other hand found his hip and finally settled him on his cock.
Kihyun neither knew nor cared which of them let out the first loud moan that rang across the room as he nipped delicately at Changkyun’s bottom lip, gliding the tip of his tongue leisurely across the spot as he pulled away just the slightest bit.
Changkyun’s ass felt fucking amazing grinding against Kihyun’s cock and Kihyun dazedly thought about what it would feel like to be inside him as he sucked Changkyun’s lip into his mouth. Groans rumbled across Kihyun’s chest as Changkyun arched his back prettily to grind even better against Kihyun.
Kihyun could feel Changkyun’s cock grinding against him as well, hard and heavy, and he carelessly wondered if it was merely touching him that had made Changkyun that hard. Surely not.
“You feel so good, Kyun,” Kihyun sighed against Changkyun’s mouth as he let his hand roam to Changkyun’s back, feeling just how beautifully it dipped and curved.
A chaste kiss against his lips. “I can make it better.”
Suddenly the lips that were on Kihyun’s just a moment ago were kissing down his body, nipping and sucking where they could. Kihyun shuddered, the insinuations of Changkyun’s statement hitting him as he bit back moans at Changkyun kissing at sensitive spots, crying out a little as Changkyun bit at his nipples on his way down.
His breath hitched as warm breath fanned over his cock, his skin prickling as open-mouthed kisses pressed wet against the insides of his thighs. He was so, so dizzy and he couldn’t tell anymore if the excruciating pain in his head was from the migraine or from Changkyun’s relentless teasing.
Kihyun could only watch on as Changkyun looked up at him from hooded eyes and mouthed at his cock over the boxers, wet, so wet.
His cock was pulled out of his boxers and Kihyun swore he could feel his brain begin to shut down at the sight of Changkyun sticking his tongue out and licking a long stripe up Kihyun’s cock.
Kihyun definitely hadn’t imagined just what that tongue could do a thousand times before when he’d monitor stages, but God, watching Changkyun’s tongue dip into his slit was too much even for Kihyun’s imagination.
Changkyun stared at him dirty, heavy, needy, stared like Kihyun was something ridiculously delectable. It was hungry. It was powerful.
It was when Changkyun had wrapped his lips around the tip of Kihyun’s cock and began sucking lightly that Kihyun slipped his fingers into Changkyun’s hair, the slight impatience within him taking over as he dared to take control just the slightest bit.
“Open your mouth for me, Kyunnie.”
Changkyun’s brows knitted for a second, and Kihyun could tell he was confused at the turn of events, confused because he was the one who was supposed to help Kihyun, guide him.
“Go on, baby. Be good for me.”
Kihyun almost regretted the affectionate term slipping out of his mouth, but Changkyun’s hands slipping off Kihyun to settle on the sheets beside Kihyun’s thighs, eyes glazing over and his mouth dropping open, tongue lolling out was more than enough of a distraction for Kihyun to forget about why he probably shouldn’t trust himself to be using that term on Changkyun.
It was all wrong, and there was still that little part of his mind pounding against the front of his head, telling him it wasn’t a good idea to rub his cock against Changkyun’s lips, to slap his cock against Changkyun’s tongue.
But Kihyun ignored all of it, pushing his cock slowly into the warmth of Changkyun’s mouth as his other hand joined the first one in Changkyun’s hair.
Kihyun let Changkyun slide his lips over him for a while, let himself lose it in the heady feeling of Changkyun hollowing his cheeks around his cock, in the way he was sucking hard and making Kihyun see stars.
He watched as Changkyun bobbed his head up and down, eyes closed and lips turning redder by the moment. His length rubbed against the roof of Changkyun’s mouth on every pass and Kihyun was moaning low, mouth opening wider on a stutter as Changkyun relaxed his throat and gradually sank further onto Kihyun’s cock, taking him all the way in.
It felt so fucking good, and Kihyun's grip tightened on the strands between his fingers, his hips jerked sharply before he could even stop them.
Kihyun looked down, concerned and panicky until a moan rumbled over his cock, until he saw the utterly depraved way in which Changkyun gazed up at him, eyes glassy and silently begging. The lips rubbed raw, pressed against the base of his cock, knuckles white as long fingers grabbed the sheets, the Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow around Kihyun.
That was all it took for Kihyun to hold Changkyun’s head in place as he dragged his cock almost all the way out of Changkyun’s mouth before fucking back in hard. Another moan sounded around his cock and Kihyun lost any sense of holding himself back.
He gripped Changkyun’s head with both hands and fucked into the warm mouth, throwing his head back as he felt Changkyun’s throat constrict around him. It was so much, too much to take and Kihyun should’ve been embarrassed of all the sounds punching out of his own throat, but fuck, it was astounding.
“God, you’re incredible,” Kihyun gasped out, watching Changkyun’s eyes glisten with unshed tears. “Feel so fucking amazing, baby, so good.”
It was like Kihyun couldn’t stop himself anymore, the litany of praises and curses dripping from his mouth uncontrollably as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge, using Changkyun’s throat like it was nothing more than a fucktoy.
The throbbing and ringing in his head grew louder and louder the closer he got to coming, and Kihyun tried to warn Changkyun, tried pulling him away.
“Kyunnie— fuck, ah— baby I’m close, I—“
Instead of pulling away like Kihyun had expected him to, Changkyun doubled down and pushed further onto Kihyun, looking at him with resolute eyes as one hand left its death grip on the sheets to fondle Kihyun’s balls.
Fuck.
Fuck, he wanted him to— oh, god.
The sensation of those fingers playing with his balls and the thought that Im bloody Changkyun wanted him to come down his throat was too much and sent Kihyun hurtling off the precipice, coming down Changkyun’s throat. Just like he wanted.
He could feel the pain in his head burst almost like a concentrated flash of light at the front of his skull, turning into a dull thud as the pain dissipated into the rest of his head.
He felt Changkyun’s throat swallowing every single drop and he grunted, looking down just as Changkyun had pulled off with one last suck of his overly sensitive cock. He was giggling and Kihyun could swear that Changkyun’s voice was almost an octave lower. How that was possible, however, he didn’t know.
Kihyun looked on incredulously as Changkyun crawled back onto the bed and over Kihyun’s body, laying down next to Kihyun and licking his lips like he had just finished his favourite dessert. Kihyun struggled not to think about how that implied that he was the dessert.
Almost lost in his thoughts, Kihyun was shocked back to reality when he felt his chin being tilted to the side and into a soft kiss.
He could taste himself on Changkyun’s lips and shit, it felt utterly filthy. The kiss was so tender and yet, Kihyun’s mind could only think about how much more he wanted to wreck Changkyun.
Wait.
Kihyun broke away from the lazy make-out session that the kiss was starting to turn into and looked down Changkyun’s body, bringing a hand to Changkyun’s shorts.
“Oh, don’t bother,” Changkyun chimed, trying his best to get his lips back onto Kihyun. His voice was huskier and gravelly, like rocks crunching under shoes.
“But, I want to help too…”
“I already came, don’t worry about it.”
What?
“What?”
“Yeah, um…” Changkyun looked away, not meeting Kihyun’s eyes as a blush washed across his face for the first time tonight. “I came while blowing you.”
“You came… untouched?”
“Well, I mean I rubbed myself over the shorts and I should probably take them off, to be honest, but—“
Kihyun surged forward and kissed Changkyun. How was he this fucking hot, what the hell? He was so beautiful and amazing and kind and wonderful and—
Kihyun had to stop, he was sinking in too deep again. Changkyun looked a little confused, his lips chasing after Kihyun as he pulled away.
“Thank you for this, Changkyun, um…” Kihyun averted his gaze, turning on his back and looking up at the ceiling. He pressed the heels of both his palms into his eyes, ignoring the burning and stinging of tears he knew would start to flow as soon as Changkyun left his bed.
“What is it?” Changkyun sounded almost confused.
Kihyun sucked a deep breath in.
It was a small and whispered, “Are you going to kick me out, Kihyun?”
Kihyun whipped his head back at him, almost angry at the suggestion, almost yelling, “What makes you think— hell, no!”
“Then what is it?”
“I just— I don’t know, Kyunnie, I don’t know.”
Changkyun smoothed Kihyun's hair back gently, pushing the locks away from his forehead as he whispered, “It’s okay, you don’t have to know just yet, alright? If it helps, I don’t regret this one bit and I wanted every single minute of it.”
Kihyun frowned. “You did?”
Changkyun nodded in response.
“I just… I just don’t want to make it weird…” Kihyun was fumbling over his words now, the petting getting to him and making him sleepier.
“Why would it be weird?”
The post-orgasm haze and the soothing touch were slowly breaking down Kihyun’s filter, and what came next should probably have never come out to begin with.
“Don’t want to ruin things with feelings…” Kihyun trailed off, realizing what he was about to say, shutting up before he could admit to things that he didn’t want to.
“Oh… well, why don’t we talk about this later, hm? You look so sleepy and comfortable, so let’s not do this now, okay?”
Kihyun rubbed his hands over his eyes, conceding to his fate and definitely not looking forward to the next day. He knew Changkyun would reject him and he couldn’t bear to drag this out longer. He heard Changkyun shimmy out of his shorts and turned to face him again.
“Now come here and cuddle me. I want to nap too and I have every intention of waking Hyungwon up later so we can go for midnight hot dogs.”
Kihyun chuckled at that, trying to soothe his broken heart and convince it that it was at least getting one last cuddle with Changkyun before everything went to hell. He pressed his chest against Changkyun’s back, hugging Changkyun close to him and softly kissing the back of his neck, burrowing into it so he wouldn’t have to miss this too much when it was all over.
Changkyun hummed and mumbled, “For what it’s worth, I feel the same.”
Kihyun held on to him tighter, and he knew his smile was imprinted into Changkyun’s skin when Changkyun laughed lightly, and reached back to pat his head and ruffle his hair.
The last thing Kihyun realized before sleep overtook his senses was that Changkyun had been right.
His migraine was gone.
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“You guys fucked.” Chae Hyungwon, always straight to the point.
Changkyun shrugged as he spoke through a mouthful of cheese corndog, “In a way.”
Hyungwon glared at Kihyun a bit, before also shrugging and taking a bite of his hot dog.
It was Kihyun who had to pay the tab that night, but it was worth it for the feeling of Changkyun’s hand in his as they walked back to the hotel.