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Kihyun doesn’t bat an eye when he enters his own room, all flushed and sweaty from his workout, and sees a half-naked Changkyun on his bed, aiming for a good angle to take a selca.
“You know, I gave you the extra key card for emergencies ,” he says as he pulls off his shirt, literally peels it off his back and Changkyun takes a moment to appreciate the view.
Unlike on stage, in the privacy and safety of his room, Kihyun’s wonderfully unabashed about his state of undress.
“Mhm,” he lets his eyes travel the broad shoulders and defined chest before turning back his attention to the phone in hand. “Well, there was one.”
His hyung gives out an unattractive snort and if it were anyone else, Changkyun’s sure he’d be hit with the sweat-damp shirt in the face already. Definitely, if it were Jooheon.
For his luck it’s Kihyun and Kihyun just takes the shirt to the bathroom to hang it out neatly over the heater. He takes a while and when he comes out, he’s down to his boxers only. Changkyun gives him another appreciative look, and hums as Kihyun clambers onto the bed.
“And what was it? Your emergency.” He inquires when he lies down next to Changkyun, skin still warm enough for Chagkyun to feel it. He pulls up the Universe app on his phone and sees Kihyun do the same.
Monbebe love that, he grins to himself as rolls to his stomach, all those subtle-not-so-subtle implications that some of the members are spending time together. Their hips are pressed together now and Changkyun hooks one ankle around Kihyun’s.
“You were naked,” Changkyu says without hesitation, already writing messages and seeing a flurry of replies fill his screen almost immediately. He wonders if someone will pick up on the knock-knock he used. “And I was awake.”
Kihyun chuckles and makes himself more comfortable. He still needs a shower, skin slightly sweaty and warm from his workout. Changkyun literally can feel the way heat rolls off of him and seeps into his own skin. “I saw you couldn’t sleep again.”
“Yeah.”
He leaves an encouraging message for their Korean Monbebe, tells them to go to sleep, and catches glimpses of requests for a photo too.
“So demanding, our Monbebe,” he says fondly and Kihyun looks over for a second, stopping his own typing and chuckling as he sees the texts. “As if you weren’t an eyeful already.”
“I still fail to see where the emergency was.”
“I told you, hyung. You were naked.”
Kihyun clucks his tongue, “Not the first time you have seen me naked.”
“No,” Changkyun agrees easily and hits send on the photo he chose. He types two more messages, then a third for a goodbye and closes the app. He drops the phone and if it gets lost in Kihyun’s sheets, so be it. He stretches out a little, angling his body to accentuate his physique. Would be nice if Kihyun would unglue his eyes from the phone. “But it’s been a while since you were naked in a room almost no one can come into.”
Kihyun glances at him sideways; in a manner Changkyun knows was meant to be quick, assessing. Still, his eyes darken a little, his gaze lingers for a moment, tongue wetting his lips. When he looks at the screen - he types more in the private chat as if nothing has happened. But there’s a sly smile playing in the corner of his mouth and suddenly feeling intrigued, Changkyun stretches out more, looks over his shoulder, and-
“Hyung! Can’t believe you told them to go look at my bed selca!”
“Oh?” Kihyun raises one of his eyebrows in that manner that is unfairly attractive and Changkyun’s been seeing it for the past seven years, he should be immune to its effect, and yet,- “But you like it when others look at you when you’re naked.”
Feeling a slight shudder, Changkyun can’t really disagree with that statement. He may be reserved and withdrawn most of the time, but he likes being looked at, especially if it’s under his own conditions.
He especially likes it when Kihyun looks at him.
Kihyun laughs when there is no retort, his eyes fixated once again on the screen. He’s saying his goodbyes now, pressing the little hearts before he logs out.
“Can’t believe you just dropped the photo and left as if nothing happened.” Unlike Changkyun, he puts his phone carefully away on the nightstand, rolls to his side, and props his head in one hand. He watches Changkyun with a fond, warm expression as Changkyun makes himself more comfortable now, face half smushed into Kihyun’s pillow.
Kihyun’s so nice to look at, Changkyun muses, he’s so so nice when he’s so relaxed like this, a soft smile tugging at his mouth and warm light in his eyes.
He’s so nice when he’s Changkyun’s.
After a moment of languid, comfortable silence Kihyun reaches out and puts his other hand on Changkyun’s back. He trails little swirls and patterns down Changkyun’s spine and traces the outlines of his tattoos with his fingers, so gentle, so infinitely gentle, in a manner that has Changkyun’s insides turn warm and gooey. His eyes flutter and he thinks he could easily, all too easily fall asleep like this, in the warmth of Kihyun’s bed and under the warmth of his gaze and his hand.
“Hyung. You’ll put me to sleep like this,” he warns sluggishly and Kihyun laughs again, the sound syrupy sweet in Changkyun’s ears.
“Ah. And we don’t want that.” Despite how stretched thin their sleep schedules are, despite the jet lag, Kihyun knows that naps make Changkyun cranky, throwing him off more than too little sleep. And a cranky Changkyun can be a handful, he admits that with no shame, he doubts his hyung wants to deal with it on a day off. “Alright then.”
Before Changkyun manages to figure out what alright then even means, Kihyun has pushed himself up, already manhandling Changkyun onto his back and climbing all on top of him. There’s so much sudden skin-to-skin contact his mind seems to sizzle, with Kihyun’s knees bracketing him, holding him secure in one place as he sits comfortably in Changkyun’s lap. Changkyun blinks up in surprise and opens his mouth but any questions he may have had get lost because Kihyun wastes no time in leaning in and kissing him stupid. Changkyun’s hands fumble, grasp, catch on sweat-sticky skin of Kihyun’s thighs as Changkyun holds on. Kihyun’s a wonderful, grounding, heavy weight,- underneath which Changkyun shifts a little, adjusts to being pressed into sheets.
Alright then.
Four months into this risky relationship with Kihyun and kissing is definitely one of his favorite things to engage in - because like with everything he does, Kihyun kisses Changkyun like he’s been given a special mission. It’s no surprise, because Kihyun never does anything by halves, and always gives all of himself to the task at hand. Be it practicing till his legs shake, singing until his throat hurts, or kissing Changkyun until he’s a panting, flushed hot mess.
He's slow, thorough. He enjoys coaxing Changkyun to open up to his kisses slowly, and enjoys taking his time until he gets to swallow breathy moans, until he has Changkyun twitching under him. He enjoys drawing a mad blush to his cheeks and chest.
Changkyu finally wraps his arms around Kihyun’s shoulders; he can feel muscles there bunch up and ripple underneath warm skin as the kiss slowly turns less slow, and more sloppy, filthy, with much more tongue and teeth than before. Kihyun’s chin and cheeks aren’t stubbly to the point of it being very prominent but Changkyun can feel the skin around his chin tingle from where the coarse hair rub against it. His lips tingle too, licked and nibbled on over and over again. They’ve got plans for breakfast with Jooheon later and Changkyun’s going to attend with swollen lips and stubble burn. At the thought heat in his belly turns liquid and molten, spreading warmth all over him as he chases every kiss and tries to taste himself on Kihyun’s lips in return.
He’s pleasantly half-hard, barely enough of mind not to actually rut against his hyung’s ass like a hormone-driven teen, clinging to his shoulders when Kihyun suddenly breaks the kiss and pulls up.
Embarrassing or not, Changkyun moans in frustration, hands slipping back to Kihyun’s toned thighs.
He doesn’t even try to stop the pout from forming and slaps the warm skin lightly in a silent complaint.
Kihyun looks down at him, clearly taking in the sight of thoroughly kissed, pink-cheeked Changkyun with a glint in his eye that’s all but a dark sort of promise. Changkyun keeps his breath as steady as possible; even if he can feel how his skin breaks out in goosebumps when Kihyun reaches out with one hand and traces his kiss-swollen lips with one thumb. His fingers twitch against Kihyun’s skin; his mouth falls open a little and Kihyun’s eyes darken.
“You know, maybe I should take a photo of you like this and upload it to the private chat…?” Kihyun muses out loud in a voice that is low and sultry, pressing his finger gently over the middle of Changkyun’s bottom lip, and grazing the pad of it against Changkyun’s teeth. Changkyun shivers at the thought, flicks his tongue against the tip of the finger and Kihyun grins at him slowly. “Would you like that, Kyunnie? Aren’t you curious to see what our precious Monbebe would say if they saw you when you look like this?”
“Like what?” Changkyun rasps with a sweet, desperate kind of anticipation when Kihyun takes his hand away.
“Like…this. All splayed out beneath me, so cute and so needy.” His fingers trail down Changkyun’s neck, applying just the tiniest bit of pressure as Changkyun swallows thickly against them. Then lower, to dance along his collarbones before Kihyun drags his blunt nails against the rise and fall of Changkyun’s chest. They catch against one pebbled nipple and Changkyun sucks in his breath, feeling how a zing of pleasure immediately pools in his stomach and how he grows harder in his boxers, under the warm weight of Kihyun’s ass. His hips make an aborted twitch. “You’re always so responsive,” Kihyun hums, a soft sweet smile on his lips that belies his actions because he grounds his own hips down in the same moment when he takes the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes it gently.
“ Hyung!” Changkyun rasps out, hands scrambling for leverage; he wants Kihyun’s shoulders to grasp at, but Kihyun sits upright, perfectly poised as if Changkyun’s not about to start leaking like a teen as his dick grows harder with each passing second, as if his own briefs aren’t already tented. He has the fingers of his other hand at his own mouth, fingers picking at his lower lip deep in thought in the same lazy, seemingly careless manner he plucks at Changkyun’s nipple.
There is, however, nothing careless about his actions.
He’s a menace, with an iron will and inhuman control, and Changkyun loves every second of it when Kihyun becomes like this.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Kihyun sounds dazed in wonder as if Changkyun squirming under his touch is the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
Because yeah, Changkyun may like being watched and gets a stupid thrill out of it but it works ways - and Kihyun really likes to watch. They haven’t gotten past the point of a few rushed handjobs, lives too hectic, a relationship too fresh and schedules way too packed, but it’s one of the first observations Changkyun made. A blind man would get it with the way Kihyun would gaze down their bodies in absolute rapture, mouth half-open as he pants and mutters Changkyun’s name.
Kihyun gets off on watching Changkyun get off.
“Hyung,” Changkyun rasps and tries to grab at something, anything, but his nails only glide over the expanse of Kihyun’s sweat-slick things. “I,-“
“Hm?” Kihyun hums and pinches his nipple again, pressing his knees around Changkyun tighter when he bucks up with a soft whine. “Come on, Changkyunnie. Tell hyung what you need. You’ve always been so good with your words.”
Changkyun hisses, grabs at Kihyun’s hips and rolls his own up again; if he’s not gonna do anything, Changkyun’s not above getting himself off on his own.
The friction of his damp boxers and the warmth of Kihyun’s ass against his dick feels so good, so easy to lose himself in an urgent rhythm.
“This was your emergency?” Kihyun grins again after a while of just going with it, and shifts his weight, sliding down Changkyun’s thighs so that Changkyun’s unable to grind against him the way he wants and needs to. “Needed to get off so bad that you came to hyung’s bed?”
He could throw Kihyun off if he wanted to. He could have, and leave and use his own hand to jerk off, do it quick and harsh. It would be just too easy, he can feel how his legs have loosened; the only thing Kihyun’s holding him down with is his heated gaze and the barely-there tremble of his fingers as they slide down Changkyun’s chest, a little tip-toe down his quivering stomach.
They stop at the waistline of his boxers and Changkyun stills all movement, except his breathing. His hands fall to the sheets, grasping the generic, white cotton tightly.
“Would you do it if I took longer?” Kihyun muses with a fake pout, gently, oh so gently pressing the heel of his hand against Changkyun’s dick. It’s not what Changkyun wants, but it’s something. “Would I come in to see you all spent and breathless in my own bed?”
“Depends how long it would take you,” he grunts out and Kihyun makes a curious sound in the back of his throat, fingertips skirting along the damp fabric. He can feel his dick twitch and spurt precome under the gentle touch. “Maybe you’d walk in to see me with my dick in hand. Getting something done around here.”
Kihyun’s eyes all but glint and oh, damn, Changkyun swallows around a suddenly tight throat, that’s, well, that’s something to remember for another day.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d like that,” Kihyun coos almost sweetly as if his fingers aren’t playing along Changkyun’s length in the most maddening manner possible. As if he’s not teasing him with gentle fingers tapping against his tip, his cock twitching under each and every single one. Changkyun’s about to complain and demand something when Kihyun hums and grabs at the elastic band, pulling the boxers down enough to have enough room to wrap his fingers around Changkyun’s cock.
It’s a sure, firm grasp, Kihyun’s fingers a neat tight ring and the moan that tears itself out of Changkyun’s throat is shameless.
“Oh fuck, finally,” he gasps, twisting his fingers into Kihyun’s sheets more as he pumps him slowly.
“How would you do it?” Kihyun licks his lips, looking down at Changkyun with dark eyes, a little twist of his wrist on the upstroke, a rub over the head to gather precome and make it more slick, more easy. “What would you do in my bed to get yourself off, Kyunnie?”
A burning heat fills his cheeks, and stretches down his chest as Changkyun momentarily imagines himself alone on Kihyun’s bed; making a mess of himself, legs spread and bucking into his own fist. He imagines his own face buried into Kihyun’s pillow, inhaling the scent of his shampoo and body wash and sweat. He closes his eyes under the weight of the mental picture.
He tells Kihyun that and feels his grip tighten.
“I’d,- I’d probably have to be fast,” he pants as he tries to buck up without success, Kihyun’s weight pinning his hips down all too well, “Never enough time.”
“I have all the time now,” Kihyun coos at him again, shifts ever so and Changkyun pries his eyes open. He sees the tip of his own cock peeking out from Kihyun’s fist, angry and leaking as he’s just being held there for a second. He sees how hard Kihyun himself is, hard and neglected. He tries to raise himself a bit but then there’s Kihyun’s other hand, right in the middle of his chest, pressing him down back to the sheets, gently but in a manner that leaves no room for any doubts that’s where Kihyun wants him to be. “We don’t need to hurry now, right?”
Changkyun wants to respectfully disagree, there is all the need to hurry, to hurry and get him off and he pants it out.
It earns him a warm chuckle and he’s about to complain loudly when Kihyun shifts on top of him and leans forward, kissing him again, not once letting him go. Changkyun’s hands finally release the death grip he has had on the sheets and flit to Kihyun’s hips.
“How’d you be?” Kihyun licks the words into Changkyun’s mouth, rolling his hips down in time with his hand.
Changkyun’s too busy trying to push Kihyun’s underwear down, because he wants to feel him, wants there to be no barrier between them when he will come, to register the question for a while. He’s muttering curses under his nose and into Kihyun’s kisses, mumbles “ come on hyung, off, off” as he paws at his hips. Kihyun huffs in amusement and pulls away just long enough to get rid of his underwear and then he’s back on Changkyun, crowding between his legs and it’s all skin to skin, all heat and warmth and Changkyun groans as they kiss again.
“So?” Kihyun urges him on between kisses and between strokes, and right, there was a question asked.
“Wanna feel you,” Changkyun moans instead of answering, rocking his hips against Kihyun’s fist and feeling Kihyun nip at his jaw.
“Not what I asked,” he chides but shifts again, releases his grip and then he takes them both in his hand; Changkyun all but melts into the bedding, because yes finally . He probably moans that one out loud because Kihyun chuckles before kissing him again. “You’re so greedy, it’s adorable.”
“I’m still… still your maknae, after all” he grins and blinks the sweat away from his eyes and he can feel Kihyun’s hip stutter and his grip tighten momentarily. He hikes his legs up and wraps them around Kihyun’s hips. They have never done this like this, with teases and jokes and the unhurried glide of Kihyun’s wet fingers around them both. It makes something warm and painful flutter inside of Changyun’s chest.
Before he says anything stupid he tangles his fingers in Kihyun’s hair and loudly demands a kiss; he relishes in the way Kihyun obliges and kisses almost all coherence out of his mind, how he licks the remains of control and bites away the shreds of careful dignity. Kihyun swallows Changkyun’s curses and moans as they rock and buck against each other, Kihyun’s hand a slick hot mess between them as he makes best of the angle to bring them both off.
He’s so close, so so close he can feel it building up in the pit of his stomach.
“I think,” Kihyun rasps suddenly, in that lower register of his that would earn him millions if anyone heard him like that and Changkyun forces himself to listen. Kihyun’s hair is a wild mess by now even if Changkyun’s hands are currently raking red lines along his shoulders, “You’d look the best on your back.”
Oh god, what…?
Kihyun gives them both a particularly harsh tug, one that makes Changkyun’s legs tremble. “On that pretty back of yours, but in my bed.” Kihyun leans in closer, pants hotly against his ear, movements becoming hurried and less controlled. It’s too hot and too much and Changkyun wants to come and feel Kihyun come, wants them to be the hot kind of mess he knows they are. He holds on to Kihyun’s shoulders and trusts Kihyun to get them there. “You’d look so pretty. And loud, fuck, you’re always so loud. And you’d be spread out for me to watch, to learn how you want to be touched.”
Some part of his traitorous mind conjures the image again, like moments before but better, because this time Kihyun’s there with him, sitting and watching him with a heated gaze. Sits in the hotel chair, fingers of one hand at his lips in that maddening manner of his, the other at his crotch, pressing the heel down as he watches Changkyun get himself off, as he tells him to…
“Oh fuck,” Changkyun groans out, body going rigid when he comes between them, hips stuttering. He feels the damp warmth of come between them and what the fuck, what just has happened , but before he can even regain any resemblance of composure, Kihyun kisses him again. It’s sloppy as he chases his own release, spit and tongue, and pants against Changkyun’s open mouth.
The noises he makes are all low and raspy, and Changkyun’s starting to twitch against Kihyun’s, becoming too sensitive. He’s feeling sex stupid and careless, because what else you’re supposed to feel when your friend and group member gets you off with his hand and words alike, and slurs, “I want that. I want you to watch me, hyung. Want to show off, want you to tell me what to do.”
Kihyun’s quiet when he comes, just a soft gasp against Changkyun’s mouth and a rush of sticky warmth between their bodies. He’s mindful enough not to collapse onto Changkyun and make even a bigger mess, rolls to his side and onto his back instead.
It’s warm in the room but Changkyun shivers all the same.
As they catch their breaths, Changkyun’s brain reboots itself and what the fuck.
“So,” he clears his throat and for the first time in months, he feels a little unsure. He probably should go and shower but how’s he supposed to run down the corridor to his own room now, with come still cooling down on his stomach and underwear ruined and,-
“Why doesn’t it surprise me you’d be into that,” Kihyun sighs next to him but the sound is so fond if tired and Changkyun blinks at the white ceiling.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You almost lost it when I read that my baby kitty name out loud one time, you being told what to do in bed is merely a step up for that,” at the sheer memory Changkyun shudders, and oh yeah maybe he shouldn’t be as surprised as well. “Come here.”
When he turns his head, Kihyun’s got his eyes closed but he has his arm lifted. It’s not a smart thing to do when they got come all over themselves but if Kihyun doesn’t mind, Changkyun doesn’t mind even more. He tucks himself into his hyung’s side, head on his chest where he can hear the slowing down beat of his heart. Kihyun’s fingers slip into his hair.
“You ok?” Kihyun asks after a while, voice sweet and gentle and Changkyun nods, and rubs his cheek slightly against smooth skin.
He really is ok even if there’s a lot to think about but that’s on Changkyun and not Kihyun.
“More than,” he says after a while and presses a kiss to Kihyun’s warm skin. “Realized a new kink or two and I might need to process that, but otherwise I’m so good I’m considering skipping breakfast with Jooheon.”
“Fuck no,” Kihyun groans, “He’s already been sulky that Minhyuk and Hyungwon are ditching us for the whole day tomorrow, you’re not leaving me with his pouts alone.”
A chuckle bubbles out of him because he knows how much Kihyun loves Jooheon, but he also knows what kind of menace a sulky, pouty Jooheon can be.
“Fine,” he concedes after a while and he really should move by now, but Kihyun’s fingers are moving gently through his hair. He takes a deep breath and burrows himself closer, sticky mess be damned, “You’re good at this, hyung.”
“Hm? At what? Getting you off? I was born with a penis Changkyun, I’d like to think I know how to work one.”
Despite him being the one labeled as shameless and knowing better that Kihyun’s not the conservative, uptight Mr. Proper a lot of people assume he is, Changyun still feels himself flush a little.
“That too, I guess,” he mumbles, and Kihyun chuckles and pokes behind his ear a little. Changkyun listens as the laugh revibrates through his chest, a comforting rumble accompanying his heartbeat. He licks his lips, "And of course, you'd be into bossing people in bed."
That makes Kihyun laugh again, that dumb loud laugh of his Changkyun's so fond of. “We're a pair then. You’re good at this too, you know,” he says sweetly after a while, scratching along Changkyun’s scalp. It's quiet for a moment, warm and nice, Kihyun’s fingers never stopping and Changkyun thinks that he may in fact doze off, dirty or not, when Kihyun speaks up. “ My baby kitty. ”
Changkyun’s up as if someone poured cold water on him. He slaps Kihyun’s thigh on the way as he cusses and scrambles off both the vocalis and the bed, “ Oh fuck you, hyung, ” and Kihyun’s literally making dying noises as he tries to catch his breath, laughing so hard there are tears clinging to his lashes. He grabs a pair of Kihyun’s fresh underwear in retaliation and stomps away to the bathroom.
When several minutes later Kihyun slips behind him into the shower stall, Changkyun gives him a glare and a full-blown pout for good measure and demands that Kihyun washes his back for being an ass.
Doing absolutely nothing to conceal his giggles, Kihyun presses a kiss to one of Changkyun’s shoulders, hands resting at his waist and complies.