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The music is loud, booming and uncomfortable, but the alcohol helped with tolerating the unfamiliar environment. Hanbin's body feels uncomfortably hot in this tailored suit, tempted to pull his tie off, but that will probably ruin what was supposed to be a semi-formal dinner. He had met some new people, gotten some numbers here and there, but it wasn't really a 'networking' party when his agency would control who he associates with anyway.
By the later hours of the night, when everyone is buzzed and at least a little tipsy, Hanbin makes his way to the further end of the room, sipping from the champagne glass between his fingers. Everything feels oddly unrealistic — like this event wasn't really happening. He isn't as high profile as everyone else — he is nothing compared to the producers, high end models and CEOs that littered the room, even if he is more famous than he'd like to be. Everyone else feels more worthy to be at this party than he does.
"Sung Hanbin, I assume."
Hanbin's head flicks to the side at the sound of his name coming from someone's lips, seeing an unfamiliar yet familiar face beside him. It's a man — slender figure, pretty eyes, plump lips... he's gorgeous. Well, everyone in this room was gorgeous, but this man was on another level. Hanbin straightens himself as he nods. "That would be me, yes."
The man holds his hand out rather daintily, a soft smile forming on his lips as Hanbin gently returns his unorthodox handshake as greeting. "Zhang Hao, Balenciaga."
"Sung Hanbin, Calvin Klein," Hanbin replies with a smile. "Nice to meet you. First time?"
"Yes, and I'm unfortunately very uncomfortable," Hao says with a small laugh as he steps to the side to stand closer to Hanbin. "I'm not sure as to why I agreed to attend tonight... I don't know anyone, haha."
"Me too," Hanbin instantly relates with a passionate nod. "But I feel like that was the point, huh? To get to know people in your profession?"
"Other models make me insecure... I mean, you're an underwear model, and I wish I looked half as good as you in anything..."
"Ay~! What are you talking about?! Everyone here — including you — is so damn attractive."
Hao smiles slightly at Hanbin's passionate resolute, begrudgingly agreeing because such a disagreement was rather odd. "You think I'm attractive...?"
Hambin pauses in place, not sure how he could comfortably admit that, yes, this man before him was absolutely gorgeous. With a nervous gulp and a silence that persisted for a second too long, Hanbin just quietly nods. He clears his throat, feeling like his voice would crack if he tried to speak. "Y-yeah — I mean, you're a model for a reason, no?"
Hao smiles slightly as he looks down. "I suppose."
Hanbin feels the air grow cold for a second, and he immediately knows that it's because it's awkward. Before it can get worse, he quickly throws out, "So how did you get into Balenciaga?"
The conversation goes well, and about fifteen minutes pass before Hanbin notices that Hao was practically on top of him, giggling and laughing as they pleasantly converse. Hanbin is quite invested in their conversation as they easily bounce between topics, but it was almost a little too comfortable. The familiarity of Hao's presence was so warming, so revitalising, that Hanbin almost forgot that they had never met before this party.
It's also at this point that Hao was beyond a little tipsy and actually quite drunk.
It's nearly 11pm, and half the guests had vanished, and Hanbin figured that it was time for him to head home as well. He had stopped drinking when Hao had come over, knowing that he had to drive himself home for the evening, so he had tried to sober up for an hour or so. It had worked, especially after getting a glass of water. "Uhm, Hao hyung, do you... how are you getting home?"
"Chauffeur," Hao responds softly. "But if you want to take me home, I'm okay with it."
Hanbin's breathing nearly stops at those simple words. Hao takes his phone out of his pocket, occupying himself for a minute while Hanbin contemplates a moral dilemma. He knows Hao's intentions — they've been obvious all evening. Hanbin was willing, but Hao was practically a stranger — but if it was a one-night stand...
"I'll take you home," Hanbin nods.
No more than a few minutes later, after Hao had dismissed his chauffeur for the evening, the two made their way downstairs, arms hooked together as Hao had his head rested on Hanbin's shoulder. "You're so handsome, Hanbinnie..."
"And you're so pretty," Hanbin smiles, raising a hand to push Hao's hair behind his ear. "Was it your intention all along to sweet-talk me, hm? It worked, don't get me wrong but..."
"Oh, it worked? Hmm, I'm glad it did...~" Hao smiles softly, pressing his nose into Hanbin's shoulder. "What scent do you use?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I want to remember it forever after today..."
"It's DIPTYQUE," Hanbin answers with a laugh. "Is it that good? Like, my whole apartment smells like it. I think you'd like it, then."
Hao hums as they reach the outside, heading down further to the underground parking. Hanbin's hands grew a little sweatier as it finally kicks in that he has a Balenciaga model clinging to him — the damn prettiest man he had ever seen in his entire life. Hao stops their walking as they reach Hanbin's car, turning to the other as he swings his arms around his neck. "You're... really hot..."
"O-oh, thank you—"
"I... I kinda need to have sex with you."
"W-what...?!"
"Like, right now."
"Now?! Hyung—"
Hao simply delivers a pout to the other, leaning against Hanbin as he drunkenly pulls him closer. "Just tonight, please...? I know you want to, too... please..."
Hanbin's heart was hammering in his chest — there was absolutely no way that Hao was asking him to have sex, right? There's just no way. No feasible reason. But here he was, eyes hazy with desire and greed, practically begging for Hanbin to do something to him. "Hyung, I—"
"Please, Hanbin." Silence passes. "Please."
Hanbin's heart nearly stops, immediately convinced by his soft plea. His hands move to Hao's waist as he backs up against his car, breath heavy with the faint scent of light alcohol as Hao tilts his head, their lips meeting in the gentlest of pecks before Hanbin opens his mouth to begin the first bout of passion shared between them. Hanbin's hands are shaking as they kiss warmly but hotly, nipping at his bottom lip as his hands move to take off Hao's blazer.
Hanbin hurriedly reaches into his slacks pocket, pressing the car's keycard against the handle to unlock the car. He takes off his blazer, taking Hao's and throwing both onto the backseat. He sits on the driver's seat, panicking as he watches Hao take his pants off. "Woah! Wait, not in the open—!"
"Hanbin, I'm getting hot — I need to get undressed—"
"Jesus, you're drunk. Okay, quick—"
Before Hanbin can even respond, Hao pushes him to the driver's seat. "Get done already. My body is so warm, please."
Hanbin's rather confused by his whiny instruction, but before Hao can get caught with his pants off, he pushes his seat back and pulls Hao by his wrist to pull him into the car. "You're so reckless, jeez...!"
Hao giggles, straddling Hanbin's hips as the younger visibly panics about having been caught. "Relax, big boy. God, you're so hot..." Hao mumbles, leaning down against Hanbin's shoulder as he whispers incoherent, undecipherable words — it didn't take long for Hanbin to realise that he was speaking Chinese. "Hanbin..."
"... yes, hyung...?"
"God, please... I need you to fuck me..."
Hanbin's breath hitches in his throat as Hao places his hands on Hanbin's cheeks, connecting their lips in a hot, messy kiss fueled by the tenacity provided by the alcohol Hao had consumed so frivolously. Hanbin's hands rested on his hips, holding him in place as Hao gently moved himself against Hanbin's growing bulge. "Ah, f-fuck... hyung..."
Hao pulls from the messy kiss, smiling against Hanbin's lips as he moves his hands to unbutton his shirt. "I like it when you call me 'hyung'... saying it so pretty for me..."
Hanbin exhales a nervous breath against the older's shoulder as he pulls Hao closer by his bare waist. "Hyung..."
Hao visibly shudders, whimpering softly as his back arches against Hanbin. "Hanbin, you're gonna fuck me, right? You have to... please... I'm begging you, please..."
All sense of clarity is already gone as Hanbin greedily peppers kisses down Hao's chest running his hand lower until he grips his hip, pressing his fingers past the hem of his underwear. "Take these off if you can..."
The next few movements are messy as Hao gets off Hanbin's lap, turning around so that his back is pressed against Hanbin's chest so that he can tug off his underwear, leaving him in the whispy white shirt he wore. He's practically naked as he turns around and straddles Hanbin again, the white shirt slipping off his shoulder sensually as he leans forward to kiss him messily.
"Will you touch hyung?" Hao asks softly, smiling as Hanbin hazily nods. "God, you're too cute... I should've proposed this sooner..."
"Would you have had the courage if you weren't drunk?"
"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean I'm any less interested in you," the Chinese male mumbles against his lips. "Make love to me, Hanbin... please..."
"You don't need to beg," Hanbin murmurs, gently nipping Hao's bottom lip with his teeth. "You're already so pretty, hyung... so gorgeous..."
Hao's hands travel to Hanbin's belt buckle, tugging it loose effortlessly as he swiftly unbuttons the pants as well. He reaches into Hanbin's underwear, freeing his shaft after tugging the fabric a little lower. "Hands or mouth?"
"Hands — I want to kiss you," Hanbin mumbles, immediately met with the pleasure of Hao's lips on his own as the older slowly moves his hand along his shaft. Hao whimpers softly as Hanbin holds his slender waist gently, running his thumbs along his skin softly and sweetly while Hao focuses on riling him up with his hand. The kiss is hot, uncoordinated and messy, but that seems to be what they like. Hanbin moans softly as he pulls from the kiss, glancing down at his hardening cock. "Hyung..."
"Fuck," Hao breathes, squeezing his eyes shut as Hanbin lowers his hands to his backside. "Why do you moan so prettily, fuck..."
Hanbin threw his head back against the seat as Hao's hand movements slow down, feeling his heart hammer in his chest. "Hyung, do... do you need prep...?"
Hao nods weakly as he peppers messy kisses to Hanbin's lips. "Just a bit... just finger me a little..."
"I don't have lube, by the way," Hanbin mutters, widening his eyes when Hao takes his right hand, bending all his fingers except the middle and ring fingers before taking the remaining two digits in his mouth, sliding his tongue all around to coat it in his saliva.
Hao pulls off from the fingers with a satisfied hum. "Now finger me."
Hanbin doesn't think for another second, lower his hand between them as he sneaks it to Hao's backside, circling the rim with one finger before pushing it in, eliciting a sweet moan from the older. He greedily pushes the second finger in as well, wiggling his fingers around. Hanbin lets out a pathetic whimper as Hao uses his hand again, running his hand up and down his cock. "H-hyung... hyung..."
"Hanbin," Hao whines softly, straightening his back so that Hanbin can finger him easier. "Fuck... s-stop..."
Hanbin immediately halts his movements. "Did I hurt you...?"
"N-no, it's just..." Hao gulps down a nervous breath before leaning closer to Hanbin's lips. "I'm really fucking horny and I want you to fuck me, please..."
Hanbin nods, mostly because he himself is getting impatient and he wants to skip straight to the action. He looks down — his cock is hard against his stomach, the tip pink in anticipation. Hao lifts himself slightly up from Hanbin's lap, moving closer as Hanbin aligns himself with his backside. "Hyung, just... just tell me if it hurts or if it's uncomfortable, okay?"
Hao nods, unable to speak coherently as Hanbin teasingly pokes his cock against his backside. "Yeah, yeah, okay... please, just...— m-mhm..."
Hanbin slowly presses the tip of his cock past Hao's rim, throwing his head back as warmth surrounds him immediately. Oh God. Hao holds his breath as he lowers himself, shaking his head as he stops. Hanbin holds his waist generously, running encouraging circles against his skin as he urges the older to lower himself. "It's okay, it's okay... it's longer than it's thicker, don't worry..."
"God, I love big dick," Hao mumbles as he slowly moves himself up and down to greet more of Hanbin's cock inside him. It's almost effortless, but only with a few more strained movements could Hao fit most of Hanbin's size inside him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...!"
Hanbin can't help the strained moan passing his lips as the older rolls his hips slowly. "Oh my G-God..."
Hanbin takes Hao's hips in his hand, helping him move his body up and down. The car grows hot with moans, whines and whimpers as Hanbin shamelessly thrusts upwards in time with Hao pushing his body down against him. He's more rolling his hips, causing the wildest of sensations to run through Hanbin's body. Every feeling, every movement, was like heaven on earth.
Hao straightens his body for a moment, taking that slow moment in time to look Hanbin in the eye before taking his cheeks in his hand and leaning forward to plant a messy kiss to his lips. "Hanbin-ah... oh my God, Hanbin..."
Hanbin savours the taste of his mouth, his tongue swirling about as his hand drift up to Hao's waist instead of his hips. He's too dazed to respond, a soft 'mhm' breaking past all the moans and whimpers. "Hyung," he manages to say, his voice pliant and needy against the older's lips.
"Hanbin..." Hao repeats his name almost like a mantra, as if to ground himself — his body was quivering with desire, his body moving on instinct as he slides on top of Hanbin with expert effort.
Hanbin contemplates testing something as he continues to meet Hao's movements, tilting his head as he pulls Hao closer by his neck to ghost their lips together. "What a good boy..."
This causes a drunken whine to pass Hao's lips, moving his hands to the headrest of the car seat as he tightens around the other. He's in no way into pet names, but he's so drunk and so horny that anything seems to work. Their ghosting lips eventually greet each other in soft, pliant kisses, filled with the same lust and heat dancing about around them and filling the car.
It's all overwhelming — so hot, so good to Hao. He straightens his body, sitting down all the way on the base of Hanbin's leaking cock inside him. "F-fuck, you're... so fucking deep, oh my... G-God..."
Hanbin throws his head back, his iron grip on Hao's hip creating red imprints of his fingers as the older rides him like a professional. His second hand presses a thumb gently to Hao's neck, but he doesn't engage with his very slight choking kink without consent, of course. Instead, he brings Hao forward so that he can bite and suck on his shoulder, creating imprints of his teeth as he soothes the bites with his tongue.
"Fuck, Hanbin, I'm... oh my God," Hao whines and whimpers, his body bouncing in a less concise and controlled manner. "I'm gonna cum... fuck, I'm gonna cum..."
"Just a little longer," Hanbin mutters, the slight growl in his voice doing an extremely bad job and making Hao resist his orgasm. "You're so good, hyung... so good..."
"Hanbin, I n-need to... cum... oh my God...!"
Hao's movements slow down significantly as he reaches his peak, opaque liquid spurting from his cock onto Hanbin's dress shirt as he chants Hanbin's name. The younger keeps thrusting harshly, squeezing his eyes shut as Hao tightens around him to protest his continuation.
"H-Hanbin, wait...! A-ah...!"
Hanbin finally stops, reaching his orgasm in the deepest pits of Hao's core, filling his stomach with warmth as his cum spurts out in loads. Hanbin tries to calm his body as quickly as he can, but Hao is still quivering and shaking above him. "Sorry, hyung..."
"... my God..."
Hanbin lets out a breathy laugh, running a hand along Hao's hips as he holds him close. They both choose silence, nothing but heavy breaths filling the tight confines of Hanbin's car. Hanbin knows that if he pulls out, he's gonna make a mess in his car, so he remains still for now.
Hao sighs softly as he attempts to sit up. "That was... wow. I have no words. I'm... I'm pretty drunk right now..."
Hanbin can't help but chuckle lightly, moving his hands to lift Hao's shirt back onto his shoulders. "You're a mess. Come — let's tidy up."
"But Hanbinnie!" Hao immediately whines in protest. "I'm tired. Clean me up for me."
"Hyung, you're a grown man."
"Don't care."
Hanbin laughs, gently lifting Hao's body up from him and regretfully watches as his cum drips to the seat and floor. Hao merely giggles, poking Hanbin's cock as if it was some sort of alien object. "Hanbinnie's dick!"
"Okay, you really are drunk..."
Hao smiles, leaning against the car rest. "Be my boyfriend, Hanbinnie. We'll be so cool together... two hot dudes... imagine the headlines..."
"I'm not that famous..."
"Yeah, but you're hot! I like that you're hot," Hao hums, running his hand through Hanbin's hair gently, as if to coax him into the idea. "I want to be yours... we can get to know each other along the way... but please be my boyfriend..."
"... what if sober Hao hyung doesn't want to be my boyfriend...?"
"Sober Hao wants you! That's why drunk Hao is asking it so shamelessly," Hao giggles, lifting his head. "C'mon — just agree. Take me to your apartment and... make me yours all over again. Treat me right. Spoil me. Care for me. Kiss me. Love me."
Hanbin's cheeks flare up slightly, meeting Hao's eyes and flushed cheeks with his own shaking gaze. He's nervous, being observed so closely, but Hao is gorgeous. He's beautiful. "I..."
"Fine, take me on a date first. You're so cute..."
Hanbin looks away. "Let me take you home."
"I won't tell you where I live. Take me to your apartment. We can go on a date tomorrow."
Hanbin has to admire the tenacity. He chuckles lightly, raising his head to peck Hao's lips softly. "Fine, a date works for me. Now get to the backseat and sleep a bit. Put your underwear back on."
Hao giggles lightly, pulling Hanbin closer by his cheeks. "I knew you liked me."
"Yeah, yeah... whatever."