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It’s possible Chanwoo’s had a little too much to drink. Just a little though, he could definitely keep going. The world moves in fractals around him, the bass and flashing lights thumping through his core.
Donghyuk’s pretty face swims in front of him and Chanwoo’s fairly certain he’s said something because Donghyuk’s giving him that amused smirk. But all Chanwoo can think is how much he wants to kiss him.
“Okay, yeah that answers my question,” Donghyuk says, and Chanwoo can’t tell how much time has passed.
“What?” he asks stupidly.
Donghyuk laughs and takes the glass out of Chanwoo’s hand, setting it on a table.
“I said, I think it’s time to take you home,” Donghyuk repeats himself.
Chanwoo’s already focused on his face again. “Are you coming with me?” He means it to sound seductive but the quirk of Donghyuk’s lips tells him it failed.
“Let’s see how you feel when we actually get you there,” Donghyuk answers, patting his cheek, and steering him by the arm to the door of the club. Chanwoo leans against the wall, eyes closed as Donghyuk calls a taxi, and then bundles him inside.
Chanwoo can’t keep his hands from wandering as the taxi drives. His mind is numb and Donghyuk is so soft. He nuzzles his face against Donghyuk’s neck, and a soft laugh rumbles from him.
“You’re so pretty, hyung,” he says, sinking his teeth lightly into the tender flesh of Donghyuk’s shoulder.
Donghyuk gasps. “Chanwoo, you’re drunk,” he chides.
“Not that drunk that I can’t tell you I’m horny and want you to deal with it,” Chanwoo answers, sucking a mark into the flesh.
Donghyuk pulls his hair and Chanwoo groans.
“Jesus,” Donghyuk says. “Behave until we get home, okay?”
Chanwoo pouts up at him, and Donghyuk just leans in, pressing a kiss against his mouth. Chanwoo tries to deepen it, but Donghyuk pushes him back. “Behave,” he warns, glancing at the driver who isn’t paying much attention to them.
Getting Chanwoo to the apartment is a feat in and of itself. Not only is he completely uncoordinated, he also can’t keep his hands to himself.
“Jesus Christ, Chanwoo,” he groans as he’s pressed bodily against the door of the apartment, Chanwoo’s lips on every part of him they can reach. “Can we at least get inside?” He’s trying to sound irritated but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t affected.
“Is that for me?” Chanwoo grins, cupping Donghyuk’s hardening dick through his pants. Donghyuk pushes Chanwoo, who stumbles.
“Get in the apartment,” Donghyuk says, finally opening the door. Chanwoo doesn’t argue, just follows Donghyuk in and to the bedroom.
He nearly knocks himself over trying to pull his shirt off, but Donghyuk’s there laughing at him while helping him get it off.
He unbuttons Chanwoo’s pants shoving them down and letting the other kick them off before he pushes him back onto the bed. Chanwoo lands a bit ungracefully but he grins up at Donghyuk anyway.
“Really thought we were going to get home and you’d just fall asleep,” Donghyuk laughs, ridding himself of his own clothes quickly.
“Please, I’m not that drunk,” Chanwoo laughs.
“I can see that now,” Donghyuk says as Chanwoo slides to the middle of the bed. Donghyuk climbs on top of him, slotting his leg in between Chanwoo’s
Chanwoo groans at the pressure, head falling back. Donghyuk takes the opportunity to attack his neck, sucking and biting at it.
“Fuck, fuck,” Chanwoo whines, hips making little jerking movement and fingers tangling in Donghyuk’s hair.
Donghyuk doesn’t ease up until Chanwoo is practically riding his thigh.
“Are you really this worked up over me necking you?” Donghyuk laughs against his skin. “You’re acting like a virgin,” he teases, flicking Chanwoo’s nipple.
Chanwoo makes a choked noise.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You know I’m more sensitive when I’m drunk,” he protests.
Donghyuk snickers, before reaching up and under the pillow for the small bottle of lube they keep stashed there. He rolls them on their sides, adjusting their positions so Chanwoo’s leg is slung over hip.
He pours the lube over his fingers and doesn’t waste any time in slipping two inside Chanwoo.
“Hnnng, fuck,” Chanwoo moans, brow furrowing. “Hurry up, you just fucked me this morning,” he complains. Donghyuk scissors his fingers in response, drawing more moans out of Chanwoo.
He’s right though, and Donghyuk only takes a few more moments before slicking himself up and pushing inside slowly. He groans as he goes deeper, Chanwoo tight around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he says, breath hot against Chanwoo’s ear.
Chanwoo just whines, already losing himself in the pleasure. He clings weakly to Donghyuk as he picks up speed, fucking into Chanwoo.
“Fuck, fuck,” he moans, face pressed into Donghyuk’s neck. Donghyuk’s grip on him is bruising but it feels so fucking good.
His nerves feel like they’re on fire and his mind feels numb, lost in a haze of alcohol and getting fucked. All he can do is hang on for the ride, trying his best to move back against Donghyuk.
Donghyuk’s cock inside him feels like bliss and his nails dig marks where they dig into Donghyuk’s skin. He can’t tell what noises are coming from who. He feels like he’s losing his mind.
“Fuck, hyung,” he groans. And then Donghyuk is rolling them over and snapping his hips faster and Chanwoo practically sobs with how good it feels.
There’s a string of “fucks” coming from one or maybe both of them. He isn’t really sure and doesn’t really care. He’s moving his hips in time with Donghyuk’s, chasing his orgasm.
It hits him with an earth shattering intensity, and he comes with a cry, spilling between their bodies. Donghyuk keeps fucking him, following him over the edge shortly after before collapsing on top of him.
Chanwoo can’t stop squirming though, fire still burning through his veins.
“Christ, are you still hard?” Donghyuk says astounded as he pushes himself back up.
“Yeah,” Chanwoo just groans.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Donghyuk says, but he’s laughing.
He slides down the bed and wastes no time, sucking Chanwoo’s dick into his mouth. He sinks down, even before Chanwoo buries his fingers into his hair.
The way he’s pulling hurts a bit and in revenge Donghyuk slips two fingers inside Chanwoo, finger fucking him as he blows him.
He has just enough foresight to sling his other arm across Chanwoo’s hips to hold him down. It leaves him in an awkward position but he works with it, blowing Chanwoo fast and sloppy.
He doesn’t last long in the end, quickly coming down Donghyuk’s throat. He was already sensitive after his first orgasm and now it’s borderline too much.
Donghyuk pulls away, wiping his hand on the bed sheets, before crawling up to collapse next to Chanwoo.
“I feel like I’m floating,” Chanwoo informs him. Donghyuk snorts and leans in to kiss his cheek.
“Go to sleep, you’re drunk,” he responds.
“Yeah,” Chanwoo agrees, but he rolls on top of Donghyuk before promptly passing out.
Donghyuk rolls his eyes with a fond smile and pulls the covers over them as best as he can.