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Yunho comes to the kitchen in search of peace. It might seem ridiculous, but at this time of the day he is sure that it must be empty and he can spend an hour scrolling through the internet in complete silence. This is just what he needs at the moment, but his own room can’t provide him with it, since San decided to have a very loud videocall session with his parents and a huge bunch of relatives.
But peace is not an option tonight. Wooyoung is roaming around the kitchen like a bumblebee through a flower meadow, cooking something and humming a song in his cute child-like voice. Yunho chuckles and rolls his eyes at once. It’s Shawn Mendes again. But at least, Wooyoung is not as loud as San, so Yunho takes a seat at the table behind.
Wooyoung doesn’t see him and doesn’t hear him due to the hot oil fizzling loudly on the frying pan and clinking of a fork against the bowl where he’s mixing eggs.
“Aren’t you supposed to be training?”
Wooyoung jolts and turns around.
“Oh, hey,” he smiles. “I wanted to, but I decided to eat instead. Priorities, you know.”
“Sure,” Yunho says, looking into his phone. “What are you cooking?”
“Chicken in soy sauce and coconut milk,” Wooyoung says proudly. “And then I will add some veggies, and rice, and...”
He keeps on talking, but at some point Yunho doozes off and stops listening. He keeps an eye on Wooyoung though, curiously following the swift movements of his hands, and then shifting his gaze to the rest of Wooyoung’s body.
Wooyoung is wearing a thin and very fitting green top and a pair of black sport shorts, which have definitely been bought a few sizes too small and barely cover his buttocks. Yunho wonders if Wooyoung is actually aware of how lewd he looks in this ensemble and can’t hold back his concern.
“Do you train in this?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”’
“If you go to the gym like this. It looks...not very comfy.”
Yunho turns red for no reason, and suddenly feels like the least discreet idiot in this world. Wooyoung turns around, looks at him a bit puzzled and returns back to his pan.
“It’s very comfy. Don’t worry,” he snorts.
There’s an uneasy silence for a while before Yunho decides to break it. This conversation should return to something more normal and innocent. Even if the latter is hardly compatible with Wooyoung in general.
“So what do you work on in the gym?”
“My chest mainly. Otherwise I just stick to the usual routine.” Wooyoung throws in a generous portion of rice. “But today,” he adds more happily, “today I don’t.”
Yunho wants to say that maybe he should, but manages to keep his mouth shut. In his humble opinion, Wooyoung is not in the condition to skip training, and should perhaps cut the amount of carbs he treats himself with, if he doesn't want his ass to get any bigger. It is, in fact, huge, but it doesn’t seem to bother Wooyoung in the slightest. He shows it off in his skinny shorts like it’s nothing, like his ass isn’t a tad bigger than Seonghwas', who has no ass at all. Yunho finds it outrageous, how he rocks these ridiculous tiny shorts, and even more outrageous the way Wooyoung takes pride in his assets. There is nothing to be proud of, Wooyoung is not supposed to have that much of flesh there, given general stereotypes about the perfect figure of an idol and the pressure to correspond to them. But again - Wooyoung never cared about what the others thought or said. And if anything, this made him even more charismatic than he was.
Right now Yunho is happy that at least they have their own gym. There are not many people who can feast their eyes on this currently half-naked butt and threaten Wooyoung’s dignity.
Except for Yunho himself, of course. Because his entire inner rant is a lie to justify why he’s shamelessly staring at his bandmates’ ass on a frequent basis. Yunho had a chance to get a feel of it, given Wooyoung’s stupid habit to sit in their laps instead of free chairs. Lately he’s been choosing Yunho to sit on far more frequently than the others, so Yunho knows well his ass is composed of nothing but firm muscles, achieved by years of hard training. And still, it is soft in all the right places, extremely delectable, and sized perfectly to be groped by Yunho’s big hands. Not like Yunho ever tried, though.
Wooyoung is so casual and cute when he curls up in Yunho’s lap like it’s his most comfortable spot - he looks and feels so damn good in there that it drives Yunho insane. He isn’t hooked on Wooyoung, he tells himself. Not in the slightest. The only problem is - well - Wooyoung is hot. But there’s nothing more about it, and Yunho probably wouldn’t even look at him if it wasn’t for their permanent sex deprivation.
Wooyoung makes the sex deprivation unbearable. He is unbearable. He seems to be completely unaware of the effect that he has on the elder. He stays true to himself: always loud, funny and touchy. He also seems to despise normal clothing. Unluckily for Yunho, he wears his thinnest and shortest shorts whenever he decides to place himself into his hyung’s lap. His ass usually ends up right over the most sensitive part of Yunho’s body, so all Yunho’s left to do is endure the torture without being obvious. Wooyoung doesn’t notice the way he bites his lip every time, mentally begging his cock not to get hard from the delicious rubbing. But if Wooyoung does notice, he chooses to ignore it. Yunho doesn’t know which is worse.
Gradually but surely, this led him to where he was now, staring at Wooyoung’s ass as it moved side to side in those damn shorts that covered nothing. Wooyoung absently pulls them up from time to time, and the seams probably dig into his balls and cock whenever he does this, making their outlines visible.
God, could somebody tell him to stop? Because Yunho is clearly not the one to do that. He’d stare at those gorgeous buttocks all he could, because they look better than the ripest peaches from southern lands. He’d gladly dig his teeth into each, just to lick and kiss them afterwards, apologizing and healing the marks.
“Yunho?”
And then he’d dart his tongue right between them and take Wooyoung straight to heaven.
“Are you even listening?”
“Hm?”
“I asked if you wanted some food.”
“No, I… Thanks, I have to go.” Yunho jumps off his chair, clumsily shoves it aside and runs from the kitchen. He really needs to end his obsession, or else he won’t be able to look at Wooyoung even once without getting hard. But for now, his only option is to shamefully hide in the bathroom and deal with it the best he can.
He walks out so fast that he doesn’t see the little grin appearing on Wooyoung’s face.
***
Yunho hasn’t watched porn for six months. He hasn’t even visited his favourite NSFW twitter accounts, thinking he might as well just unfollow them all, because Wooyoung’s existence in itself was enough to provide his mind with sexual imagery of all sorts. Wooyoung lived there rent-free, bent over the table, chained to the bed or pushed against the wall, in his concert outfits torn to pieces, in lace stockings encircling his thighs or with a collar around his neck. Yunho lost count of the times he spilled his cum all over Wooyoung's ass, wishing that at least once this could happen for real.
The climax hits him hard, shooting pulses through his body for long minutes afterwards, but the cold shower does him good. It helps him sober up and clear his mind for the next few hours. When the cold becomes unbearable, Yunho spends a while under the warm water, proceeding to actual showering. He is tired, and he hopes to get a proper amount of sleep tonight, so he turns the water down in a couple of minutes and pulls the curtain.
"Fuck! You can’t just sneak up on people when they shower! You scared the shit out of me."
Yunho tries to calm down his thumping heart. He's probably ridiculous for making such a fuss out of it, but he has a reason, and just as usual, it’s Wooyoung.
Wooyoung, who's currently granting him an unimpressed look.
"I needed the bathroom. Lock the door if you want privacy, Yunho-yah." He squeezes some toothpaste on a toothbrush and giggles. "Sorry if I heard something I shouldn't have."
Yunho turns crimson. How could he be so stupid to leave the door unlocked? And now that Wooyoung heard his pathetic moans, he will probably tease him till the end of his days. At least, he wasn't moaning Wooyoung’s name this time.
"Just- Pass me the towel," Yunho asks, avoiding any eye contact with the object of his fantasies. Wooyoung follows the request, but before that, he shamelessly checks out the elder from head to toes, like he's never seen him naked.
Or maybe Yunho is so gone that he’s imagining things.
He wraps the towel around his waist, fixing it as sure and well as he can with his trembling hands and steps out of the shower, trying not to stumble over anything.
Wooyoung calmly brushes his teeth in front of the sink and doesn't move an inch when Yunho tries to get to the upper left shelf. He stands there, ignoring him, with his ass sticking out just slightly from under his long sleeping t-shirt. Yunho doesn't say anything, fearing his voice would give out his nerves, and still tries to get to the shelf, thinking he should rather skip his skincare routine. Getting to the creams would cause him to bump his crotch into Wooyoung and it's a dangerous scenario, especially when he’s covered by a towel that barely holds up.
But Yunho decides it's just the time to fight his obsession.
"Tsk...Could you move? Please?”
"Mhm. Just a second." Wooyoung spits out the toothpaste, flushes his mouth and doesn't seem to hurry, leaving Yunho standing awkwardly behind him. Too close. Too damn close.
Yunho nearly growls. "Wooyoung.”
The younger complies and moves to the side, delicately brushing against Yunho's crotch on the way. "Sorry, sorry. I'm done."
Yunho would bet everything that it was on purpose.
"Finally. You take up so much space," he spits, putting the cream onto the sink with a loud thud. "Flaunting your huge ass all the time."
He wants to punch himself in the face. That's it. He should leave the country and go die of shame somewhere else, because nothing can make up for what he's just blurted.
“Yee-ah,” Wooyoung drawls out. He wiggles his butt slowly from side to side, giving Yunho an insolent grin. “It’s so big, right? That’s okay. I know you like my ass.”
He rocks his hips back, so abruptly that Yunho gasps. “Oh, what’s that poking me?”
Yunho wants to say something, he needs to. But his mouth falls open, and nothing comes out. His feet are frozen into bathroom tiles. He is so done. And he is so, so damn hard right now.
“Come on,” Wooyoung sneers, leaning over the sink. “Hump it. I’ll pretend I don’t notice.”
Yunho is still too dumbfounded to move, but Wooyoung pushes back, presses tightly against him, and rubs more persistently. Yunho dares to put his hands on both sides of Wooyoung’s butt and faces Wooyoung’s delighted smile in the mirror. He licks his lips, and his eyes are burning in anticipation, veiled by a few strands of long hair. He looks like he’s ready for anything, like he’s been craving it just as much, and then he moans, “Fuck, you’re big" and ruins the last bits of Yunho’s self-control.
“Well,” he scoffs. “Be careful what you wish for.”
With that, Yunho snaps his hips harshly, prodding his cock between Wooyoung’s asscheeks, right against his crack that’s covered by the thin material of his shorts that have ridden up so much there’s nothing left for imagination. There's just bare skin underneath them, and they’re so tight that Yunho sees the outline of Wooyoung's hole. He grabs his cock through the towel and directs it just there before making another snap.
“You really hate underwear, don’t you?”
“No. I just love to make your life tough.”
His bitchy attitude dissapears fast, words fading to sharp inhales. Yunho doesn’t go easy, as if he was aiming to hump it out of him, shoving Wooyoung forward with each violent bump. Wooyoung grasps the sides of the sink to keep himself standing. Yunho pushes at him with all his weight, it’s hard to take - he’s nearly collapsing, but it’s rather due to his knees, trembling from how much he wants more. As if reading his mind, Yunho stops humping him and rubs the tip of his cock against the outline of Wooyoung’s hole. Wooyoung moans, following his movements, and wiggles his ass with growing fervor and despair, absently trying to get rid of that damn towel.
Yunho goes along with it. He lets it slide from his waist to his hips. He doesn't care that it's about to untie, too busy groping Wooyoung’s butt and digging his fingers in its delicious flesh. He knows he’s leaving bruises, but Wooyoung's moans are far from painful; his head drops down, his messy hair fallen in front of his face, and he mutters,
“Spank me. Fuck, please, spank me.”
Of course, Yunho thinks. Of course the brat is into it. He lands his palm on Wooyoung’s skin with a loud smack, the shorts doing nothing to lower the impact. Wooyoung jolts, groaning somewhere into his elbow. Yunho gives him another one, and then more, leaving his skin no time to recover from the burn. Wooyoung tightens up on instinct, but the flesh still jiggles at each spank. Yunho yanks his shorts up to fully uncover his asscheeks, and - oh, they feel even better when naked.
He kneads them harshly, digging fingers into the skin. It’s red, hot and blooming with fresh bruises - Wooyoung will bear the marks for long, and Yunho growls at the thought that he's the one who leaves them, tempted to mark every part of the gorgeous body, to claim it so everyone knows that it’s his. That Wooyoung is his.
He holds it back. It’s irrational, really.
The towel slides past Yunho’s thighs right on time, leaving him naked, with his hard aching cock pressing at Wooyoung’s tempting entrance. He slaps Wooyoung’s ass with his cock, leaving wet traces all over the shorts and rubs it against the crack, pressing his asscheeks together. It’s close to impossible, not to strip him and fuck him raw right now, but Yunho takes his time to play around, using Wooyoung’s ass to jerk off. He pushes the tip of his cock at Wooyoung’s hole just to tease, until he’s nearly fucking him through the fabric. Wooyoung starts pushing back, whining full of irritation and so clearly hinting at what he really wants.
“Can’t you just- Can you fuck me?”
“Nah. I’m okay with humping your ass. Just pretend you don’t notice,” Yunho mocks, taking pride at the little growl that escapes Wooyoung at his words.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Yunho stops moving right away.
“I mean, please?”
“Fine," Yunho sighs, smiling indulgently, and slips his cock between Wooyoung’s thighs. Wooyoung full-body shudders when he sees its tip peaking out on the front side.
“What are you doing,” he hisses. But Yunho spanks his ass again and it does wonders to make Wooyoung shut up.
“I am fucking you. So stop whining.”
His voice drops dangerously low, his tone shows that he’d stand no disobedience - it hits just right, and it makes Wooyoung want to cry. The thick shaft feels burning hot against the skin of his thighs, and every time Yunho slides it back and forth, he nudges Wooyoung’s balls with its tip, making it a damn torture. Wooyoung’s shorts are wet not only at the back by now, his own cock throbs and leaks, straining the fabric, and he tries to rut against the cupboard under the sink. He needs just a little relief, but Yunho yanks him back by the hips.
“Not yet.”
“Ph-please!”
“You’re so desperate. I didn’t even touch you.”
“Yunho!”
“Look up. Look what a slut you are.”
Wooyoung faces the mirror, humiliated. He sees Yunho hovering above him like a predator over its prey, his fingers ruthlessly clutching Wooyoung’s messed-up hair. He’s shoving Wooyoung back and forth with each ruthless thrust, until Wooyoung got no control of his moans, turned hoarse from the ragged breathing. His face flushed, mouth open in a wide O - he’s falling apart and he’s gotta admit.
“Yeah, ‘m a slut,” he cries, and his voice fades. “All for you.”
“Fuck."
Yunho yanks down Wooyoung’s shorts in one go, giving himself a few harsh strokes, and drenches Wooyoung’s asscheeks with long hot spurts of cum.
Yunho lets go of his hair, coming down from his high for a long and awkward while. Only then Wooyoung dares to lift his head and slowly turns around. Yunho looks him straight in the eyes, his gaze still full of passion and raw desire and something warm that Wooyoung can't decipher. But then Yunho cups cheeks and kisses him and Wooyoung can't really think anymore.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?”
Wooyoung smiles shyly. "I figured."
Yunho smiles back at him, and suddenly his feet are off the ground, with Yunho's arms wrapped steadily around his waist. He's carried to the washing machine and carefully placed onto the lid, and then Yunho pushes him lightly, making him lean against the wall.
“Spread your legs.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Make you come,” Yunho says, smirking, and descends on his knees as soon as Wooyoung opens up. He puts his lips on Wooyoung’s thigh that gleams with traces of his own precum and places a few sucking and biting kisses just next to the tattoo, tracing the other thigh with his palm. The smooth skin beneath his fingers smells like vanilla and roses, and like Wooyoung - it’s the sweetest smell of all, it's mind-melting and Yunho nearly faints at where he’s about to go next.
“Can I lick you there?”
He warns rather than asks, and Wooyoung shrinks, realizing what he means by there.
“I’m prepared,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to,” Yunho says, grabs Wooyoung by his thighs and goes down, eliminating any possible objection. He bites into Wooyoung’s asscheeks and spreads them wide, revealing his smooth little hole. He prods his tongue at it, trying it out, and moves deeper past the resistance of the clenched muscle. Wooyoung opens up to the caress, he lets Yunho explore his insides and move along the moist walls, where it’s so hot and soft. In a short moment of frenzy, Yunho seals his lips to Wooyoung’s hole and darts his tongue the deepest he can go and stays there like he’s just unable to draw back, caressing until Wooyoung starts squirming. When Yunho looks up, Wooyoung can’t even face him, with his head dropped helplessly against the wall, his eyes lidded and lashes fluttering.
“Y-Yunho...”
Yunho feels all the blood flow down to his groin again. He wraps his hand around Wooyoung’s cock and rubs his thumb over the slit, and that’s all it takes for Wooyoung to spill over his stomach with a broken cry, cumming hard, long, still shivering even when Yunho gets up. Wooyoung watches him wipe his lips, and shifts up his unfocused gaze to meet Yunho’s. His eyes are gleaming with a gentle lustre, and like by an invisible pull, Wooyoung leans closer and kisses him deeply.
Yunho expected anything: he expected the shame, the promise to forget this ever happened, but not the hands around his neck and the other’s lips on his own, turning braver with each passing second. Wooyoung is kissing roughly, urging him to keep up, nipping at his lip and licking over it. He hugs Yunho’s waist with his legs, pulls him close till they’re chest to chest, turning the kiss hot and smothering and dirty until they’re both out of breath.
“More.”
And Yunho kisses him again, he bites into Wooyoung’s lip just to receive a bite back - it’s like a race, a competition in greed and lust that none of them plans on losing. They’re licking each other’s mouths, entangling their tongues with despair and just a hint of gentleness, fearing to part again even if they’d suffocate. Yunho strokes the small of his back, hands roaming underneath his shirt way too softly, but Wooyoung is already moaning, wrapping Yunho’s waist in his thighs and grasping Yunho’s shoulders like he’s going to fall.
“Fuck, I want you,” he whispers. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Yunho feels like the ground is swept away from his feet. Wooyoung’s shirt lands on the tiles, forgotten, and Yunho traces his bare sides, blindly reaching for Wooyoung’s lips to get another addicting kiss. His hands move further up Wooyoung’s chest, relishing its firmness - Wooyoung lets him squeeze it and play with it, smiling into the kiss, and then Yunho’s thumb stumbles upon something that makes Wooyoung keen.
It feels cold. And it feels like metal.
“What- I didn’t know you had this.”
Yunho draws back, unable to avert his gaze from a glistening bead in Wooyoung’s right nipple. Wooyoung looks at him without a hint of shame.
“Nobody knows. Keep my little secret, or else I’ll get punished."
Yunho nods. “Did it hurt?” he asks, still staring at the piercing like he’s hypnotized.
“Yeah. It hurt a lot. But now, it feels so good when I touch it-”
Yunho doesn’t let him finish. He catches the bead with his fingers and pulls it, tearing a sensual sigh from Wooyoung's lips.
“Oh. Just that good? Bet you wear it just to play with it."
“Yeah," Wooyoung admits, hiding his eyes.
“Kinky. I wanna see.”
Wooyoung seems to hold his breath for a second, but then slowly puts both of his hands on his chest, looking at Yunho as if waiting for a command.
“Don’t be shy, Youngie. Play with your tits.”
“Don’t call them that.”
Wooyoung looks mortified, but starts rubbing his nipples, circling his thumb around the barbell. He’s pinching just where metal enters the skin, and his breath heavens, with quiet mewls flying off his parted lips. Yunho is only left to marvel at his reactions, now that he knows what drives Wooyoung to the verge of insanity.
“But that’s what they are,” he hums. “Cute little tits.”
“Stop.”
“They’re so pretty. Look how they perk. Are they hard yet?”
“Mhm,” Wooyoung whines, biting his lip.
“Ah. Good, keep touching. Pull at the jewel.”
Wooyoung does, and visibly shudders.
“Just like that. Now squeeze them harder.”
“Ngh~ Yunho...”
“So sensitive. Rubbed your tits for a minute and you're already soaking down there.”
Wooyoung looks down at his cock, standing upright and hard, with streams of precum flowing down its length like he hasn’t even cum a moment before.
“I wonder what happens if I suck them,” Yunho continues.
“A-ah, fuck!”
“Keep going. Ever got your tits sucked?”
“No, stop,” Wooyoung moans, but his hands keep on caressing like he has no control over them.
"Tell me."
"I haven't!"
“Oh, you'd love that. I’d tie you up and suck them for hours. Till they’re swollen and sore. Till you’re crying.”
"Yunho!"
Wooyoung lets out an unintelligible sound, back arched and chest pushed forward like he’s begging for it right now, but Yunho doesn’t touch him even once. He stands a mere breath away: too far to reach, and too close for Wooyoung to bear the taunting.
“I didn’t say you could stop.”
“But I’ll cum!”
“Go ahead,” Yunho says, finally stepping closer. He wraps his hand around Wooyoung’s cock, kisses his ear and whispers, “I’ll have you cumming all night long.”
“God- fuck, fuck!”
Wooyoung bites into Yunho’s neck as he cums, digging his teeth deep enough to hurt, like he’s taking revenge for his ravished state. He regrets it as soon as he draws back, dizzy and tired after another orgasm. He mumbles that he’s sorry, but Yunho just smiles, looking at him curiously.
“It’s fine. It was hot,” he says, and gives Wooyoung a gentle peck on the lips. “Let’s clean you up.”
“What? Why?”
“Look at this mess. You came all over yourself. Twice.”
“But aren’t you going to fuck me?”
Wooyoung is still laying against the wall with his legs spread wide, eyes flashing up and down in panic, from Yunho’s face to his cock that looks so hard it must hurt.
“I thought you might need a little break. As long as nobody tries to invade the bathroom, we have no rush,” Yunho smirks, sounding so calm like doesn’t care if he gets off at all. “Might as well take my time with you.”
“I don’t want a break, come back here! Take all the time you want, but I need this cock in me right now.”
“But for real, we haven’t got any condoms, so-”
“We do.” Wooyoung flicks his tongue when Yunho gives him that curious look again. “Give me my cosmetic bag.”
Yunho complies, chuckling at how adorable Wooyoung sounds, trying to be bossy in his current position.
“I told you I’m prepared,” Wooyoung opens a brand new package of condoms and takes out one. “See?”
“Oh, they’re XL. How thoughtful of you.”
“Oh, what, are they too small?”
Yunho laughs. “No. XL is just fine. Put it on then.”
“Yes, Sir,” Wooyoung grins, solving the task in a few smooth moves like he does it ten times a day.
“Let’s get you ready.”
“I’m ready, just-- aah, fuck!”
Yunho presses two fingers at Wooyoung’s hole and pushes them in when they meet no resistance. It’s still puffy, wet from being licked and just begging to be filled, but Yunho takes an extra precaution. He takes out his fingers and thoroughly drenches them in cum that’s covering Wooyoung’s stomach and his chest too.
“God, you cum so much. Look at this,” Yunho says, pushing his fingers back into Wooyoung. “So fucking filthy.” He curves them, nearly gripping Wooyoung from the inside and shoves them up until he has Wooyoung yelping and shivering. He clenches hard, rolls his hips forth, trying to impale himself with Yunho’s hand, tries to pull him closer, but nothing works. The fingers move inside him steadily, making squelching sounds that are too loud and wanton for the small bathroom.
“Came twice and still begging for it. Greedy little slut. You like it this much?”
Yunho’s voice echoes from the walls, straight into Wooyoung’s mind, and yes, yes he likes it, because it’s Yunho saying and doing all this filth - Wooyoung would take anything right now, and all he can do is moan dumbly as a confirmation, until Yunho hits some spot inside him that makes him hold his breath.
“No, not there! Fuck!”
“Oh. Here we go,” Yunho says smugly. “God, you’re all trembling. Will you cum again if I keep touching you there?”
Wooyoung grasps his shoulder and pants wetly, too ashamed to admit. He’s barely even able to breathe, with how their bodies are pressed together so tight and with how ruthlessly Yunho slams his fingers into him, but manages to utter a high-pitched whimper.
“Mhh-- yes, I- so close!”
“Holy shit,” Yunho murmurs. “You cum from the lightest touch. You’re so fucking precious.”
He’s aiming right at the same spot, relishing the jolts and sounds Wooyoung makes at each move of his hand. There’s sharp stinging in his shoulder from Wooyoung’s grasp, plump lips brushing against his own, bitten red by Yunho himself, and glistening eyes that look at him with a silent plea - Wooyoung is easy to love, and impossible not to when he looks so ruined. And Yunho wants to please him until the world stops turning.
“It’s you, you did this to me!” Wooyoung moans, nearly crying. He buries his hand in Yunho’s hair and clutches it harshly. “I need you inside, please, please fuck me stupid, use me like a whore-”
Yunho shuts him up with a kiss, fearing he’ll explode right there if he doesn't. He can’t prolong it anymore, can’t fight the storm of temptation that is Wooyoung; he stops torturing them both and finally aligns his cock with Wooyoung's throbbing entrance.
"I'll be gentle."
"I dare you, dare you!" Wooyoung screams. But with just the tip of Yunho's cock inside him, he's nearly crying, hissing from pain.
He tries not to let it show, he looks at Yunho from under the lashes with his notorious seductive gaze, asking for the worst, and mutters, like he’s delirious.
"Come on. Don't hold back, just ram it into me-"
It takes Yunho everything not to fall for it, and he brushes Wooyoung’s lip with his thumb.
"Shhh."
Wooyoung looks puzzled for a moment, but Yunho stays still, kissing his chin, cheek and temple, kissing wherever he can reach.
"Don't ask me to hurt you. I can't."
He lets his hands travel along Wooyoung’s body, stroking him gently to distract from pain. Yunho doesn't leave any sensitive spot unattended, carefully circles Wooyoung’s nipples and plays with the piercing. Wooyoung starts to relax, suddenly too shy to look him in the eye.
"That's it, baby. It's fine. It doesn’t have to be rough."
Wooyoung’s lips are parted like he wants to say something, but Yunho uses his fluster to devour his lips again, leaving nothing to talk about. He starts slowly rocking his hips back and forth, filling the room with lewd wet sounds, so unmistakable to anyone who could hear them. He patiently waits until Wooyoung is able to take all of it, and soon enough Yunho’s thighs slap against his - it’s all inside, the entire length, and Wooyoung moans at the realization and the sudden fullness. He wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck, carding fingers through his hair, no scratching or biting this time, and melts, more and more with each second, letting his overstimulated body drown in a new sensation.
“God, you’re so…” he mutters. “So good.”
Wooyoung bites his lip, glancing down, and sees the movements of Yunho’s cock in and out of him, soft and steady as if they’ve done it many times before. It doesn’t hurt anymore, and with the way Yunho hits all the right spots, Wooyoung feels like they actually have.
"You like it, don't you? Like it when I take care of you?"
“Yes...Please take care of me,” Wooyoung says shyly, reaching for his lips. Slow pace lets them kiss with no interruptions, except for short inhales of air. It’s burning hot, permeated with their lust - like nothing else exists around them, no before and after, and no world behind the bathroom door. Just dry lips pressed against each other and the harmony of bodies moving towards pleasure.
“Fuck, Youngie,” Yunho pants, whispering somewhere into Wooyoung’s temple. “I’d fuck you days and nights and never stop.”
“You’d better,” Wooyoung tells him with a challenging grin. “Who said you could stop?”
They’re too gone to talk any more, too gone to even kiss. Yunho’s lips brush messily against Wooyoung’s cheek, the scent of Wooyoung’s hair filling his lungs; he’s losing the rhythm, listening to the moans that are turning louder and sweeter, and when he looks into Wooyoung’s eyes, he thinks he’s losing himself.
“Cum in me. Pull it off and cum in me.”
“Woo-”
“Fill me up. Please, I- I want-”
Yunho leaves his body just for a moment, following the request, and slides his cock back in. It’s different, more intense - smooth walls feel like velvet, so hot and tight that Yunho fears he won’t last another damn second. Wooyoung starts clenching around him, wanting to give him more, to drive him to the edge - a thrust, another one, and Yunho can only take this much. He grabs Wooyoung under his thighs and lifts him up off the lid, taking a step back. Wooyoung grips his waist in his knees, left with no leverage but Yunho himself.
“Oh my God-”
And then Yunho thrusts, deep, so deep that Wooyoung gasps, lolling his head back. Yunho doesn’t stop, pushing Wooyoung up and slamming him down, holding him easily like he’s feather-light. Wooyoung feels how his shoulders tense, and the power in his arms - this alone turns him feral, he stares down at Yunho like he can’t get enough of the sight, and bounces up and down following the rhythm, just vaguely aware of the fingers digging into his asscheeks.
“Youngie, ‘m gonna-”
“Ahh~ me too!”
“Let’s do it... together.”
“Fuck- Yes, yes!”
Yunho’s cumming inside him, and while he does, he feels Wooyoung shuddering with every fibre of his body, sees him losing it just as much - they’re sharing each single emotion and sound that they make, harmonized just like when they’re dancing. And when it’s over, none of them can erase a happy smile off their faces. And none of them wants to let go.
“Holy shit,” Wooyoung says, still awkwardly hanging on Yunho’s shoulders. “You just did a whole arm workout.”
Yunho laughs timidly, with just a hint of pride visible.
“You can put me down, you know.”
“Nah, it’s okay. You are so tiny, I could just carry you around.”
A loud series of knocks on the door nearly makes Yunho drop Wooyoung straight to the floor.
“Wooyoung!! Is that you there?”
Oh. It’s San. And most probably, he heard a thing or two. They need to think fast, and after exchanging a few glances, Wooyoung responds.
“Yes. What do you want?”
“Where is Yunho?”
Wooyoung rolls his eyes, and Yunho can barely hold back the giggles.
“Guess what - not here!”
“Haven’t you seen him? He’s been gone for hours.”
“No, I haven’t. Sorry, San-ah, I am kind of busy here, if you don’t mind-”
“I heard moans. What are you doing there?”
With the way San speaks, they are sure he must be flashing his widest grin right now. Wooyoung resents in silence, mouth falling open and closing again at this kind of question, and he decides to answer accordingly.
“God, can’t I wank in peace in this household?!”
“Ew, gross! Don’t tell me such things...Fine, I’m gonna go, and in case you see Yunho-”
“San-ah.”
“Ok, ok. Sorry. ‘M gonna go.”
They listen carefully till the sound of San’s footsteps fades, and burst out laughing.
“Okay, but technically, I do have to put you down,” says Yunho. He does it carefully, and then allows himself to kiss Wooyoung again. His hands sneakily travel along Wooyoung’s waist, and then to the back and down to his buttcheeks, before he slips a finger between them. It stumbles upon a stream of cum that’s already leaking out of Wooyoung’s hole and flows down the insides of his thighs.
“Someone could use a shower,” Yunho hums.
“True.”
“Can I come with you? Rub your back and all this stuff.”
“Yeah,” Wooyoung entangles himself from Yunho’s embrace, and walks to the bath. “But only if you let me blow you,” he adds casually on the way.
Yunho smiles, and follows him. “You bet.”