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Being an introvert with an extremely extroverted roommate was not for the weak. Gyuvin, Hao's roommate, the poor guy, was someone who constantly craved the company of others. And though Hao didn’t mind a little parallel play session here and there or Gyuvin loitering in his room, it was quite exhausting to have someone latched onto him what felt like twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
To combat this, he had told Gyuvin fairly early into living together that he could invite friends over whenever he’d liked — anything to afford himself some peace and quiet. That was, until he realized that an apartment full of extroverts was even worse than the single one it usually housed, and one day, in a fit of rage during a particularly loud gaming session, had stormed out into the living room and told off every soul that sat there. Not his proudest moment.
Since then, Gyuvin stopped inviting people over unless it was with Hao’s explicit blessing.
Though he felt slightly bad about it, this new arrangement worked out well for them. It wasn’t quite fifty-fifty, but nothing ever was with Hao — Gyuvin knew this before agreeing to be his roommate.
So when Gyuvin had come up to Hao while he sat on the couch, already in his pajamas and washed up (the fact that it was only six in the evening did not stop him), and asked if a few friends could come over, he almost said no. But then, he thought about it.
It had been a while since they hosted anything, and Hao knew that Gyuvin wasn’t asking because he’d been working overtime for his job for the past few weeks and coming home absolutely drained. So instead of shooting out no like he so badly wanted to, he responded with a reluctant yes.
Gyuvin wasted no time barreling onto the couch, piling his gangly limbs atop him as he squeezed him into an awkwardly angled hug. Hao scowled, but it didn’t last long as he returned the hug with a grin tugging at his lips.
Usually, Hao would stay in his room while Gyuvin’s friends were over.
It wasn’t like he didn’t like them — in fact, he did like them, and on occasion he would stand around and watch as they played whatever game they were into or joined a conversation for a few minutes before retreating back into his abode. But they were…overwhelming, to say the least, and all it took was a good half an hour with them (and that in itself was pushing it) for his social battery to deplete.
Today, however, Gyuvin had explained to him that the hangout would be chill. No games, just drinking and chilling, a chance to catch up after not seeing each other for a while. And Hao…Hao needed a drink.
When the episode of his drama came to an end, he assisted Gyuvin in tidying up, and headed back into his room to fit himself into some slightly more appropriate clothing — a tee and jeans, nothing too fancy, but enough to make himself look presentable.
Not too long later, Gyuvin’s friends were arriving, bottles of soju and beer in hand along with some bags of takeout. They’d even brought enough for Hao, he was overjoyed to hear.
The group consisted of the usual friends: Hanbin, Gyuvin’s coworker, Taerae, some gaming friend of his, and Gunwook, a childhood friend. It was quaint, and, since Hao had yelled at them that one time, they were always very cautious around him, though none of them seemed to actually mind his presence. In fact, they seemed rather to enjoy it, patting him on the back and shoving beers and shots of soju in front of him while he dipped his head in bashful ‘thank you’s.
Which is probably how he got so drunk, so fast.
He didn’t mean to get this drunk, but there he was, laying across Gyuvin’s lap, cheeks flushed and lips downturned, as he vented about one of his students.
“He’s not bad, not at all, but if he just applied himself,” Hao slurred, leaning into Gyuvin’s hand as he brushed his hair between lithe fingers. "It's so frustrating. Teaching is my passion, I'm sure of that, but it's hard when half of your class is trying and the other half is indifferent or just doesn't care."
“That sounds difficult, hyung,” Gunwook sipped his beer, eyebrows pulled together in empathy. “I’m sure he’ll come around. You seem like a good teacher.”
“Thanks, Gunwook-ah.” Hao shot him a half-smile.
“Teaching is a hard gig,” Gyuvin said from above him. “I get it.”
Hao lifted himself up onto his elbow, turning his head to glare in Gyuvin’s direction. “You teach kindergarten, Gyub. I hardly think that compares.”
“Hey! You try instructing a five-year-old who insists on crying for hours on end for their parents and can hardly use the toilet by themselves.” Gyuvin shot back in defense.
“It’s true,” Hanbin chimed in from beside them. “They’re cute half of the time, the other half is…a job for sure. At least high school kids can communicate properly.”
“Communicate,” Hao drawled, “sure.”
“The grass is always greener,” Taerae spoke up.
“Touche´,” Hao nodded.
They engaged in some more back and forth, with Hao intently listening and then going off on his own tangents, before one of the guys spoke up.
“Shit,” it was Gunwook who said this, “it’s getting pretty late, I should probably get going.” He stood up and stretched, gathering his trash and tidying up his area.
“Holy,” Hanbin stood up as well, glancing at the clock, “I didn’t even realize what time it was. I should also head out.”
“No problem, thanks for coming,” Gyuvin started to stand up, much to Hao’s dismay. “It was nice seeing you guys.”
For once, Hao didn’t want the party to stop.
He was just the right amount of fucked up — the sweet spot when your filter is barely there and you’re unconcerned with anything but having a good time. But not even his famous pout was enough to have the guys staying, and soon enough Hao was standing side by side with Gyuvin, seeing the two out, probably looking like a kicked puppy.
He turned around once they were gone and jumped, a yelp escaping his lips as a figure came into view mere meters away. He’d completely forgotten about the man, too focused on lamenting the loss of Hanbin and Gunwook.
“Well, I’m off tomorrow so…” Taerae trailed off, giving Gyuvin a suggestive look. “Val?”
Their eyes both shot towards Hao, knowing he was the deciding factor on whether or not this would actually go down. Smugness surged within him, coursing through his veins alongside the copious amounts of alcohol —he loved the feeling of holding power over others.
He pretended to contemplate, though already knew he would agree. He was desperate for companionship, and dreaded the idea of being alone right now. With a final hum, he nodded, and watched as the two rejoiced, immediately running towards the couch with childlike giggles trailing them.
Hao fetched himself another beer, settling himself onto a chair beside them and cracking it open, letting the heavy weight of the liquid fill him up as the startup music began to swarm the apartment. The tune was usually quite annoying to him, with its bassy repetitiveness, but now it was strangely lulling.
Even the normally raucous noise of gunshots and obnoxious character sound effects weren’t bothering him. Rather, he was quite enjoying himself.
And more than that, he was enjoying watching Taerae.
He’d never entirely gotten a good read on Taerae before, with his usually placid demeanor and composed personality. They’d never even had a one-on-one conversation, like the ones he would sometimes find himself in with Gunwook or Hanbin or one of Gyuvin’s other rarely appearing friends.
So sitting there observing him was quite fascinating.
Taerae seemed to be wholly himself while he was gaming — which Hao had probably never noticed because at this point in the hangout he’d usually be in his room, headphones on, buried in some form of media. He laughed loudly, expressed himself vividly, and when he got angry, well, it was a sight to behold.
Hao found himself realizing that had never noticed just how… hot Taerae was.
Perhaps it was just his beer (and soju) lenses, but watching him sit in Hao’s spot on the couch — legs spread wide, gripping the remote and swearing at their TV — was doing things to him.
“Aish,” Taerae grumbled, pressing his tongue into his cheek and placing the remote on their coffee table to run a hand through his hair in frustration. He took a swig of his beer, exhaling with a loud ah that sent chills down Hao’s spine, and then crushed the can in his tight grip. “Maybe we’re too drunk, we’re never this bad.”
Gyuvin laughed from beside him and issued a loud clap to his back, startling Hao out of his thoughts. He must have just been studying Taerae the entire match, completely unaware of anything that was actually happening in the game. He hadn’t even realized they’d lost.
“One more round?” Gyuvin raised an eyebrow. “Unless we lose, of course.”
Taerae didn’t respond, instead choosing to stand up and head to the kitchen, grabbing another beer while Gyuvin queued up a match.
“Hao-hyung,” Taerae's deep voice announced from behind Hao. “I think this is the longest we’ve been in the same room together. You don’t usually hang around this long.”
He rounded the counter, lifting up the metal tab on the beer, and before Hao could come up with some witty, snarky response, a wave of foam flooded the lid, spilling all over his fingers and dripping onto the floor. Taerae rushed to slurp the foam while Gyuvin poked up from the couch, darting past Hao to grab some paper towels to clean up the spill.
“Shit,” Taerae swore, “it’s all over my hand.”
Hao just stood there, useless and slightly mortified by how turned on he was by the sight of Taerae’s tongue flitting in between his fingers, licking up the residue of beer.
“Here,” Gyuvin handed him a towel and fell to his knees to wipe up the mess.
Hao’s head was swirling, heat rushing to his cheeks as he stared unabashedly. All it took was Taerae’s eyes locking with his for a brief moment for him to turn away, dropping to his knees as an afterthought to assist Gyuvin in the cleanup.
What was wrong with him?
After a half-assed clean (they were all a bit too drunk to care about the consequences of sticky vinyl), Hao was greeted with a hand in front of him. He looked up, feeling so incredibly small beneath the man he usually towered over. Something about his presence was physically daunting. Maybe it was the way he was holding his liquor so well while Hao was swimming in his own drunkenness or the way he stared at him with that strangely intense gaze.
Either way, Hao knew something needed to be done about this. He felt powerless, weak – and he didn't like that feeling. Not at all.
The opportunity arose in the wake of the whole beer-spilling-fiasco, after three losing rounds and a successful fourth, when Taerae stretched his arms, yawning into the couch — revealing the barest hint of skin, driving Hao mildly insane.
“I hate to ask,” he mumbled to Gyuvin, who looked half-asleep beside him, “but could I crash here tonight?”
“Yeah man, it’s fine with me.” Gyuvin shifted in an attempt to seem more awake than he was, and turned to Hao. “Are you cool with that?”
Hao, who had sobered up (enough) to get it together, nodded casually, as if it was no big deal. A raise of his eyebrows and a lax shrug of his shoulders. Sure, why not — no problem. But inside, he was feeling giddy. The pieces were already falling into place without him having to lift a finger. The hardest part of the equation was solved, now came the easy stuff.
“Cool. Thanks, hyung,” Taerae said this pointedly towards Hao, and he wasn’t sure if he was imagining this, but the look he gave him read as a bit more than just friendly. His eyes lingered for longer than necessary before turning back towards Gyuvin. “Another round?”
“I’m gonna be honest, I’m pretty tired,” Gyuvin sighed out. “Is it okay if I…?”
“Yeah, yeah of course. We got our win.” Taerae shot him a dimpled-smile, clapping him on the back with one hand and patting the couch with the other. “I’ll crash here.”
Gyuvin nodded and stood up, arms swaying limply at his sides, feet dragging along the vinyl as he gathered some extra sheets for Taerae. Then, with a sleep-laced voice, mumbled goodnight before heading over to his room, shutting the door softly, finally leaving the two of them alone.
“Do you need anything?” Hao’s voice rang out deep, sultry, purposefully enunciating each syllable as if to lure Taerae in like a siren.
“Clothes, maybe?” Taerae chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. Was that a flirting gesture, or just a habit of his? Whatever it was, it was pulling at the last strings of sanity that were holding Hao together.
“I’ll get you some.” Hao turned away, maneuvering his hips in a cat-like fashion as he strutted towards his room. He picked out a tee of his and some shorts — something modest, he wasn’t trying to give himself away too easily —and headed back to the living room, checking his appearance in a mirror on the way out.
“Here,” he handed the clothes to Taerae. He’d arranged himself a nice little cot, with sheets tucked into the crevices of the couch and a pillow resting nicely on the arm. It was a shame that, if Hao ended up getting his way, it would turn out to be a greatly useless endeavour. “I’m heading to bed now. Goodnight, Taerae-yah.”
“Thanks,” his hand brushed against Hao’s as he grasped the clothes. Hao wasn’t the only one feeling all of this — he couldn’t be — not with the way Taerae’s cheeks flushed a dusty pink at the contact, the first tell-tale sign that he was exactly where Hao wanted him. “Goodnight, hyung.”
But of course, he wasn’t at all heading to bed. As soon as the bathroom door was shut, Hao made his way over to his own room, slipping out of his clothes and into sleepwear, carefully choosing each article. He ended up in his shortest pair of shorts and a large tee, making sure that the hemline reached just above that of his shorts — he still wanted them to be visible, for Taerae to know just how short they were, but didn’t want himself to appear too easy. Though he was, he realized.
He waited for a few minutes after hearing the bathroom door open and shut; long enough for Taerae to get settled, but not long enough for him to actually fall asleep. No, Hao needed this to all go according to plan.
After he decided he’d waited long enough, he glanced in the mirror, ruffling his hair a bit to spark the illusion that he at least attempted to lay down, and then began his journey to the kitchen.
The apartment was dark, lit only by the dim warm light radiating from above their stove, and eerily quiet. For a moment, he began to grow concerned that Taerae had actually fallen asleep. So if he made a little extra noise opening the cabinet, borderline slamming a glass onto the counter, and loudly poured himself a cup of water, he would say it was all for a greater purpose.
As if on cue, he watched the top of Taerae’s head peaked up from behind the couch.
“Hao-hyung?” Taerae called out quietly.
“Oh, Taerae-yah,” Hao feigned surprise. “Sorry, I was just grabbing some water. Did I wake you?”
“I wasn’t asleep.”
“Oh,” the surprise was genuine this time, he hadn’t been expecting that response. He thought Taerae might continue feeding into their little game of cat-and-mouse. Regardless, he regained composure and spoke again. “Having trouble sleeping?”
He took a sip of his water, watching Taerae over the rim of the glass as his figure slowly started to morph from a shadowy blob into an actual recognizable human: wild strands of hair poking up, the bridge of his nose, two dark eyes, staring back at Hao.
“I haven’t had the chance to try,” he replied with a deep chuckle, shifting so that now he was fully sitting up.
Hao was still in the kitchen. From where he was positioned, Taerae couldn’t possibly see anything happening below the waist, and he was tired of waiting, so he finished his glass, setting it back onto the counter with an exasperated sigh. The game was over, Taerae just wasn’t playing his part.
He exited the kitchen, rounding the corner to approach the couch, then settled on the arm of it. Instantly, Taerae’s eyes were scanning him, not even trying to be subtle. That was more like it. Hao disliked having to chase, but for Taerae, he was willing to budge.
“Look,” Hao started, positioning his legs so Taerae could take in the full sight of them, pale and bright in the darkness of the living room, stretched out along the length of the couch, “I hope I’m not reading into this the wrong way, but…”
He paused, humming. “...I’m intrigued by you.” Hao was willing to budge, not fold completely. If Taerae truly wanted him back, he was going to have to give something of his own.
“Oh?” Taerae’s spine stiffened, the action pushing him just a hint closer to Hao. “How so?”
Hao rolled his eyes, lips curling into a playful smile. “C’mon Taerae, you’re making me work harder than I really should. Do you need me to spell it out for you? Because if that’s the case, just know I won’t.”
He began to stand up, but felt a hand wrap around his wrist, stopping him. “Wait.”
“You’re really hot,” Taerae continued, his grip tightening around Hao’s wrist as he spoke, “I’m just— I’m not really sure what you want from me. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Sort of.” Something in Hao stirred. If there was one thing he loved, it was a challenge. He turned his head, just enough for Taerae to get a glimpse of his side profile and said, in the most innocuous tone he could manage, “Come to bed with me?”
In less than a second, Taerae was on his feet. Sometimes, it was all too easy to get what he wanted.
He dragged Taerae in the direction of his bedroom, slamming him against the door the second it was shut. Hao eyed him up and down, taking in all of his features in the dimly lit room, settling over the swell of his lips. But he didn’t kiss him — no, he wanted Taerae to really want it. To show him he wanted it. Didn’t he deserve that, after working so hard?
He leaned forward, watching as Taerae’s eyes fluttered shut, hands ghosting along the curve of Hao’s waist. Nosing at Taerae’s neck, he drank in the scent of him: mildly musky and contrastingly sweet, mixed with the remnants of pungent beer lingering on him from earlier. He nipped gently at the skin below his jugular, hearing a low whine escape from Taerae’s lips as he squeezed at Hao’s hipbones.
“Fuck,” the expletive bellowed in Hao’s ear, deep and wanton. “Hyung.”
The term made Hao’s cock twitch, and in a moment he was pressing Taerae further into the wooden door, lips eagerly crashing into his. He tasted almost exactly how he smelled. They wasted no time exploring each other's mouths, with Taerae pushing against him with just as much gusto, hands now readily spanning across Hao’s frame.
Clumsily, they made their way to Hao’s bed, stumbling along the route. Hao’s knees hit the mattress, and with a force unbeknownst to him, he was shoved onto it, Taerae straddling his thighs in a moment's notice.
The outline of his length rested on Hao’s thigh, just a smidge over from his own, so he shifted his hips in a desperate attempt at gaining friction. He wasn’t typically this needy, but he was still fairly tipsy and craving the feeling of relief.
Taerae gasped into his mouth as their cocks lined up, and rutted down harshly onto him in response.
“God,” Hao moaned quietly, trying to keep his voice down. He was sure that Gyuvin was fast asleep by now, but their walls were thin, and he didn’t want to risk waking the man. “I want you.”
“Yeah?” Taerae groaned, hot breath cascading onto Hao’s ear. “Like, you want me want me?”
“Yes,” Hao moaned out, much louder this time, and then quieted himself down. “Yes…please.”
“Okay,” Taerae breathed out, lifting himself up and running a hand through his hair. It must be a habit, Hao noted. A habit that made him want to pull him back down into another sweltering kiss. But he was more desperate to have Taerae inside him, so he reached over to his nightstand, barely reaching with the weight on top of him, and pulled out his bottle of lube alongside a condom, passing them both to the man.
“Oh?” Hao could vaguely see the raise of Taerae’s eyebrows and the bits of teeth that poked out from in between his lips as they tugged up into a smug grin. “You want it like this?”
Hao was slightly confused by the question, but nodded regardless, sitting up to remove his shirt and then Taerae’s, their lips finding each other's in between. Taerae finally removed himself from Hao’s lap so they could both shed their lower clothes, and Hao almost began to salivate at the sight of the younger’s cock.
He laid down again, raising a brow when Taerae went to straddle him.
“What are you doing?” Hao asked, running a hand along Taerae’s bare thigh.
“What do you mean?” Taerae lifted the bottle of lube from the bed and uncapped it, squirting some of the substance onto his fingers before reaching behind himself.
Hao put two and two together.
“Wait, wait,” Hao chuckled, sitting up. “Do you think I’m going to top you?”
“...Is that not what’s happening?”
Hao sat up fully now, gently nudging Taerae off of his lap and onto the bed. “I thought you were going to top me.”
“I’m a strict bottom.” Taerae replied, which sent a hysterical laugh tumbling out of Hao and echoing throughout the room. Taerae’s eyebrows furrowed as he reached over to whatever of article lay closest to wipe off his slick hand. “What? Why is that funny?”
“It’s funny, because this isn’t going to work.” Hao shook his head. “I’m also a bottom…”
“No way.” Taerae gasped out. “Not even like…verse?”
“Look at me, Taerae, do I look like I’m topping anyone?” Hao gestured to his frame.
“Considering the fact that I thought you were going to top me, yes.”
Silence filled the room while both of them contemplated their options.
“Do you have, like, a double-ended dildo or something?” Taerae supplied.
“Oh, yes!” Hao shot back cheerily. “Let me just go get it.” He reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and then gave Taerae a look. “Of course I don’t have one. Why would I need that?”
“Well, it’d be pretty useful right about now wouldn’t it?”
Hao should have realized from the start that he was dealing with another bottom based off of their back and forth from earlier, but he was blinded by Taerae’s deep voice and confusingly top-like energy. He could top Taerae, technically speaking, it wasn’t like he hadn’t topped before, but his preference lay in the opposite direction, and right now, that was exactly what he wanted.
The idea of having to exert even an ounce of energy already exhausted him.
“We could still get off separately?” Hao suggested, disappointment written in his voice.
“I guess,” Taerae’s tone reflected his own. “Bummer.”
Though the situation was a let down, he was still half-hard, and very attracted to Taerae. You win some, you lose some — and right now, Hao didn’t particularly consider this a major loss.
He gripped his cock and gave it a few tugs, watching as Taerae hesitantly grabbed his own. It was interesting, to see the way he got himself off, focusing his attention at the tip, thumbing along his slit, a shudder racking through his body as he did so. Hao found himself absentmindedly mimicking his actions, his pace, and soon they were perfect mirrors of each other.
Taerae began to lose himself in it, as if Hao wasn't even in the room: eyes shut, lower lip caught between his teeth, muffling his moans. At one point, he even lifted a hand up and began toying with one of the brown buds on his chest, fucking up into his fist in a way that had Hao gasping out.
His desire to touch was strong.
He lifted himself onto his knees and pressed his lips against the younger’s, feeling an immediate response. Hao sighed against Taerae’s lips, but it wasn't enough, at least not for Hao. If he couldn't have Taerae the way he wanted, he could at least have something else instead. A compromise, of sorts.
Hao shifted closer, unhanding his cock to pull Taerae in, until his thigh was firmly placed in between his, just barely brushing against Hao’s length. Then he scooted further in, pressing his chest flat against Taerae’s, feeling his cock come into direct contact with the flesh of his thigh and vice versa. They moaned in tandem, grinding against each other carelessly.
“Is this —fuck— is this good for you?” What was meant to be a snarky remark came out clipped, more needy than intended, as the tip of his length caught in the crevice of Taerae’s thigh.
“I-it works,” Taerae moaned out. He was still being defiant, and Hao didn’t like that. So he pushed him backwards until Taerae was lying flush on his back, and grabbed his arms, pinning them against the bed as he forced their cocks together in a swift motion. The friction was maddening, and Hao had to take a deep breath to stop himself from coming all over Taerae.
Looking down, he could see the angry red tip of Taerae’s length in between them, a spurt of pearlescent fluid spilling out during one particularly harsh thrust. He’d either forgotten about Gyuvin’s presence, or outright didn’t care, because the sounds coming out of him were filthy, loud moans escaping from his wide mouth as he let Hao have his way.
He looked so attractive like this, Hao almost considered fucking him, abandoning his own desires and shoving his cock inside the younger. But that would be exactly what Taerae wanted, and Hao wasn’t one to give up so easily. Instead, he let go of Taerae’s wrists and reached for the bottle of lube, haphazardly squirting some onto their joined lengths.
It was messy, the substance leaking onto Taerae’s abdomen, some spilling onto his sheets, but the relief was worth it. The slide was slick now, and Hao took this opportunity to grip their cocks in his hand, thrusting up to meet Taerae’s erratic pace.
“Fucking brat,” Hao spit out harshly, squeezing them together even tighter. “You know what? Maybe next time I will fuck you — put you in your place. Seems like it doesn’t happen often enough if you’re acting this way.”
God, what was Taerae doing to him?
“Fuck me now,” Taerae slurred. “Please—please hyung.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His hips stuttered. He was so close, but he needed Taerae to come before him. “Well too bad, it’s not happening.”
He focused his attention at their tips, an action that had Taerae moaning out loudly.
“Shut up,” Hao hissed, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Fucking come already.”
The last bit came out broken, his last ounce of sanity shredded. Was Taerae really holding back that much, or was he just truly difficult to make come? In a last ditch effort, he released his own cock from his grip, solely focusing on Taerae’s as he jerked him off with effort. He thrashed against the sheets, gripping onto them with white knuckles, and despite Hao's active efforts to quiet him down, his moans were still peeking through with vigor.
Hao found himself putting in more effort than he thought appropriate, given the whole reason he hadn't wanted to top in the first place was to avoid all of this. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple, his muscle beginning to ache with exertion. He could tell Taerae was close, his body tensing as he thrusted up into Hao's fist erratically, and shortly after, Taerae was coming with a muffled moan, hands gripping Hao’s forearm, eyes squeezed shut.
Hao joined their cocks together once again, stroking himself using Taerae’s own release, and all it took was a few more tugs at his cock to get himself to completion, whining quietly into the open air.
Taerae pushed at his hand, and it took him a second to realize he’d been putting all his weight directly onto his face. When he removed his hand, a print of red remained.
“Ugh,” Hao made a face, gazing at his soiled hand, and reached over to grab a t-shirt to wipe it clean. Then, as an afterthought, wiped the slick off of Taerae’s abdomen.
The sheets...those were going to have to be tomorrow's project.
He glanced down at Taerae, who wore a sated smile, panting with hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Somehow, even with all of this, he still wanted Taerae inside him. Man, he really was a bottom.
“Maybe I should invest in a double-ended dildo.” Hao sat back onto his knees as a deep laugh rumbled from Taerae’s core.
“This wasn’t too bad,” Taerae breathed out.
“Wasn’t too bad,” Hao grumbled. “You know, you really have the kind of personality that makes someone want to put you in your place.”
“I know.” Taerae smiled, two rows of teeth and dimples appearing. He leaned up onto his elbows. “Should I still sleep on the couch tonight?”
Hao hummed.
“It would be weird if Gyuvin woke up and you weren’t there, and you did make yourself a nice little bed out there,” Hao supplied. “But my bed is also right here so…”
“Aw hyung,” Taerae’s hand brushed against his thigh, causing his cock to jolt slightly, “if you want me to sleep here, you should just say so.”
Hao shook his head. This could go on forever, he knew this. So for the first time possibly in his life, he decided to concede, pulling Taerae up with weak arms and guiding him into the throws of his bed.
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to argue back,” Hao frowned once they were settled. “Let me guess, little spoon?”
Taerae nodded wordlessly.
“Of course.” He turned so that he was facing away from Taerae and felt him do the same. Feeling the heat of his back radiating onto Hao’s he issued gently, “Goodnight, Taerae-yah.”
“Hm,” Taerae mumbled sleepily and then yawned, burrowing himself deeper into Hao. “Goodnight, hyung.”