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It’s hard to understand how exactly Yonghoon’s thought process works. After nearly ten years together, Hyungu has come to know this very well. He jumps from one extreme to another at the drop of a hat. He’s unpredictable and strange and a constant explosion of energy. He’s the person Hyungu has the most fun talking to.
So, when they’re in Hyungu’s studio after a schedule and Hyungu spills cream on his shoe because somebody won’t settle down, he’s quick to turn on his hyung. “ Ah…” He sighs as Yonghoon apologizes through very unapologetic laughter. Exhaustedly, Hyungu gestures to his shoe. “These are new, y’know? I don’t want to clean them myself.” Yonghoon hums and nods sarcastically. “Oh, right, right, my apologies, Your Highness. If you want to make your hyung kneel on the floor and shine your shoes for you, who am I to complain?”
Yonghoon climbs off the sofa and gets to his knees on the ground. He winces the whole time and Hyungu almost wants to tease him, say something about his age, but he knows he’d be no different. Yonghoon grabs a tissue off the desk and gathers as much of the cream as he can in one go. He folds the tissue in half and goes to wipe again, but pauses. He stares for a moment, blinks a few times, and then drags his finger through the remaining mess and brings it to his mouth.
Hyungu immediately lurches forward and grabs Yonghoon by the shoulder. “Hyung!” He shouts, but Yonghoon just grins up at him, fingertip resting on his teeth. Exasperated, Hyungu glances around. He can’t believe he just did that. “That’s dirty !” He exclaims as if Yonghoon doesn’t know that already. Yonghoon pops his finger out of his mouth and shrugs. “It’s not that dirty.” Hyungu has to laugh. He will never understand him, ever.
“You might as well have licked straight off my shoe.” Yonghoon ducks his head and laughs. “No, that’s different,” he protests, but Hyungu disagrees with a huff. Yonghoon raises his eyebrows as he lifts his gaze to Hyungu. “What? I’ll do it right now and prove it to you.” Hyungu wants to curse as Yonghoon kneels down further and, much to his dismay, licks along the top of his shoe.
All things considered, it could be worse. These could be his sneakers or an old pair of slides, but they’re relatively clean and hardly-worn loafers, meant to be a little nicer than the shoes he’d typically wear. They’re definitely not clean now, though, as Yonghoon drags his tongue along them without batting an eye. Hyungu is beyond bewildered now– what had gotten into him? He knows Yonghoon will sometimes take a joke a little too far, but this… this is far , even for him. Hyungu’s fingers dig into his shoulder as he watches him, his mouth parted in awe.
Once he’s done, he cranes his head to look up at Hyungu and licks his lips. “...It’s not actually that different,” he admits, and Hyungu wants to hit him over the head.
“You’re crazy,” Hyungu breathes. Yonghoon smiles a little. “Is this not doing anything for you? You don’t feel like royalty or something?” Hyungu scoffs and bats him on the shoulder. “I don’t know if royalty had people eating cream off their fucking shoes.” Yonghoon laughs and wraps his fingers delicately around Hyungu’s ankle. His fingers are bony and calloused and Hyungu can feel their warmth ghost across his skin. “Really?” He asks in a way that doesn’t invite an answer. “Let me at least clean you off, then.” Hyungu nearly loses his mind when Yonghoon dips down again, his tongue working over the black leather of his shoes. It makes something dark stir in his chest, something very pleased to see someone four years his elder and technically his superior kneel at his feet. Something that makes him realize he might be a bit uncomfortable with this.
However, when Yonghoon pulls away again, he can’t stop himself. “You missed a spot.” It’s a miracle he’s able to get words out without faltering. He kept his voice level and quiet and he thinks that's why Yonghoon’s head shoots up as he looks at him in surprise. “W-Where?” He asks and Hyungu moves his foot. “There, on the toe.” Yonghoon glances down at the tiny speck of cream left on his shoe. He looks back up at Hyungu, as if to ask, “ Really?” before lifting his leg by his ankle and bringing his foot to his lowered head. He takes his time, although the dirty spot was small. He makes sure he’s covered every inch of Hyungu’s shoe, confirming there’s no more mess. And yet, when he’s done, he doesn’t move. He meets Hyungu’s gaze with his own, half-lidded and unfocused, before closing his eyes and pressing a little kiss to the toe of his shoe.
Hyungu shivers. It’s weird, this whole thing is weird, and he isn’t sure why he isn’t pushing his hyung away and laughing it off. He seems strangely earnest as he leaves more open-mouthed kisses along Hyungu’s loafer. Maybe this is his way of showing his appreciation or love or… something. Something that makes sense, at least more than “cleaning his shoe with his mouth”. And he wishes he would open his eyes instead of blindly pressing his lips to Hyungu’s foot. It feels… intimate. He hates to admit it and hates that word, but it does. Though he supposes if it were anyone doing this to him, he’d want it to be Yonghoon.
The vice grip Hyungu had on Yonghoon’s shoulder softens as he continues. His fingers slide over Yonghoon’s back and Yonghoon responds well, dipping further down and kissing his shoe once again with tongue. Hyungu can feel his entire body vibrating with the force of his thundering heart. He’s not– this isn’t his thing , y’know? He would never ask somebody to do this, but now that it’s happening, it’s leaving him breathless and confused. His fingers eventually find Yonghoon’s hair and he exhales heavily through his nose. His hold on Hyungu’s ankle tightens as Hyungu strokes his hair. He doesn’t know why he is or why he wants to, but he knows one thing for sure: Yonghoon likes it. He likes being down there and licking over Hyungu’s foot and having his hair pet, he has to. There's no other explanation for this.
Maybe he’s been waiting for this. Maybe he hasn’t found anyone he could treat like this. Maybe Hyungu just so happened to be the perfect victim– if his intention was to rope him in, it’s working. He does look a bit blissed out as he shifts his attention from Hyungu’s shoe to his exposed ankle. He kisses it, softly, and Hyungu can’t help the shaky breath that leaves him. Yonghoon glances up at him through his lashes and Hyungu pries his eyes away. That’s dangerous, that look. So content and warm, like this is everything he was meant to be doing. Like he exists to kneel at Hyungu’s feet and do whatever he wishes. It’s sick .
Yonghoon parts his lips and before Hyungu can let his tongue touch his bare skin, he grabs a handful of Yonghoon’s hair and yanks him up. “I-I think you’re done,” he breathes. Yonghoon winces and his eyes scrunch closed, but his mouth widens. He holds onto Hyungu’s ankle for dear life and when he finally opens his eyes, Hyungu could die. He looks almost pitiful, his eyes only half open and dark, and Hyungu can see him begging with just his gaze. He squeezes Hyungu and thumbs over his protruding joint. Hyungu swallows hard.
It’s embarrassing, how much his chest is heaving. It’s taking a lot for him to keep his composure. There’s something unusual going on here and he doesn’t want to disrupt it. This might be something special for Yonghoon; he doesn’t want to be the one to deny him. Still, he isn’t sure how much more he can take. When he releases Yonghoon, he can hardly keep himself from grabbing him again. Yonghoon rests one hand on Hyungu’s knee and the other comes to grab his untouched ankle. He starts at the bend of his leg, slowly working his little kisses down until he can press his lips to Hyungu’s other shoe. The moment his mouth makes contact, Hyungu sighs and sinks down in the sofa. All things considered, there is something kinda nice about it all. He feels taken care of, in a weird way, and he lets his hyung know by tousling his hair. Yonghoon makes a quiet noise of appreciation and continues working his tongue over Hyungu’s shoe.
This is bizarre. Even more bizarre is Hyungu’s silent acceptance, and even going so far as to encourage Yonghoon by guiding his head to new spots. It’s odd, but not wrong, surely? If Yonghoon wants to indulge in something as harmless as this, the least Hyungu can do is let him. The way he feels– he really doesn’t want to delve into that right now– is the last thing he’s worried about. When Yonghoon presses his teeth into the soft leather of his shoe and puts pressure on his toe, he makes a little panicked-pleased hum, and that’s all that matters in the end.
When Yonghoon gazes up at him, an innocent bliss on his face, Hyungu’s breath catches in his throat. He flounders for something to say and eventually settles on, “Hyung, is this good for you?” Yonghoon’s eyes widen a bit and he turns bright red within seconds. Hyungu realizes how embarrassing this must be for him and scratches reassuringly at his scalp. Yonghoon nods and looks to the side. He rubs little circles into the skin around Hyungu’s ankle, and whether it’s to self-soothe or be sweet, Hyungu likes it either way. Yonghoon lets out a defeated, shameful sigh and rests his head against Hyungu’s knee. Hyungu tilts his head to the side and pets his hyung.
Yonghoon uses his new position to kiss the side of Hyungu’s knee and it makes him shudder. His feet were a different thing, but this is so close , less like an extension of his body and more like the real thing. When there isn’t a negative reaction, Yonghoon keeps going, holding Hyungu’s leg to his face and kissing him through the fabric of his slacks. It’s not nearly as wet because Yonghoon knows better than to drool all over Hyungu’s pants, but it’s just as intimate. He’s slow and focused and everytime Hyungu trembles, he repeats his action over and over again until he decides it’s time to move on. Hyungu feels worshiped , in a way, and the attention makes him a bit shy. He can’t say he dislikes it, but eye contact is a little harder now. Everytime Yonghoon looks up at him, he closes his eyes or looks away.
As Yonghoon makes his way further and further up, Hyungu can’t take it anymore. He gets two nuzzles into his inner thigh before Hyungu has to pull him up by his hair. They’re both beet-red now, panting and not in their right mind. Yonghoon abruptly gets to his feet and straddles Hyungu’s lap; Hyungu pulls him in without a second thought, like he’s always meant to be there. It’s a bit awkward, a six-foot tall man fitting into the lap of someone at least three inches shorter than him and generally smaller, but they make it work. Hyungu holds his waist as Yonghoon plants his hands on the back of the sofa.
“Kiss me,” he breathes. Hyungu comes out of his trance and blinks in surprise. “What? No.”
“Why not?” Yonghoon counters and Hyungu thinks it’s quite obvious. “You just put your mouth all over my shoes.” Yonghoon frowns and leans closer anyway. “That’s not a good enough reason,” he pouts. Hyungu scoffs and quickly retorts. “I think that’s a great reason, actually–”
Yonghoon boldly places an open-mouthed kiss into the space beneath Hyungu’s ear and he shudders so hard he feels ashamed. He can feel Yonghoon smile against his skin and he wonders just why he’s enjoying this so much.
The door clicks open and Hyungu pushes Yonghoon away so hard he nearly goes flying to the floor. Giuk stands there, his body taking up the entire opening. “W-We were just talking.” Hyungu exclaims, unprompted, as he looks frantically around the room. Yonghoon nods and begins climbing off of Hyungu’s lap. Giuk just watches them, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. After a tense moment of silence, he gestures behind him. “... I’ll come back.” The door closes.