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Summers in South-Korea are no joke. They’re hot, they’re humid, causing clothes to uncomfortably stick to your body the second you step out of the door. It’s already hard to run errands like a normal human being would, such as getting groceries and cleaning, but recording, dancing and practicing in the scorching heat like idols have to do? Absolutely killing.
Their dorms and practice rooms are filled to the brim with fans and aircons, and yet, the sizzling, suffocating warmth seems to penetrate the thick, sturdy bricks of the buildings and spread from the floor to the walls to the ceilings, covering everything in a blanket of unbearable stifling heat.
Today, Wooyoung is beyond grateful for two things ‒ being able to fully enjoy a day off, no schedules, no practicing for the tour, no nothing , and for Hongjoong’s utterly brilliant idea to convince the managers to rent a rather luxurious pool close by their dorms for just the eight of them and nobody else.
The members have spent the day both relaxing and having fun, messing around for a while ‒ play fighting in the water, Jongho sitting on Yeosang’s shoulders as Hongjoong sat on Yunho’s, trying to push each other over with loud, uncaring laughs. Chasing each other around, attempting to dunk someone under water when they least expected it. Going down the slides in the weirdest positions to see which one would be the fastest, with Wooyoung squealing as San yanked him onto his lap and Seonghwa slotted behind the duo and pushed them, the three of them plummeting in the deep at the end, San’s feet ending somewhere halfway up Wooyoung’s nose and Seonghwa’s elbow between San’s ribs, heaving for air and giggling like children as they eventually emerged from the water.
The other half of the afternoon was spent lounging around, some of them lost in a game on their phone or reading a magazine, slumped down in the comfortable chairs, others swimming leisurely laps or cooling off under one of the giant water jets, their soaked hair covering their faces as the water rained down on their tensed shoulders and backs, relaxing their tight muscles.
For the first time in days, Wooyoung feels at ease. The temperature of the pool is perfect, not too hot and not too cold, the exhaustion in his body flowing away and disappearing into the noisy pool filter. He is aimlessly swimming around, lazy and slow, floating on his back while he stares at the ceiling, kicking his feet now and then to change directions.
At least three members have left the pool already ‒ Jongho’s, Hongjoong’s and Yeosang’s towels are missing. San is stepping out of the water as well, tossing his hair in various directions like a wet dog would, causing Yeosang to squeak and chase him down to the dressing rooms, sliding and stumbling dangerously over sopping wet tiles with Seonghwa screaming at them to be careful.
The oldest greets them as he too gathers his belongings and makes a beeline to the exit to dry himself off and get dressed again, and Wooyoung lazily lifts an arm to wave at him.
And with Seonghwa gone as well, Wooyoung and Yunho are the only ones left in the pool.
Wooyoung spots the older boy from the corners of his eyes, a sly smile curling around his lips as the cogs in his brains turn and click, cooking up a plan to scare the living daylights out of the other.
Wooyoung is one hundred percent sure Yunho doesn’t expect him at all.
He is quick, silent, agile, sliding through the water like a siren. Only the top half of his face is visible ‒ the freshly dyed blond strands sticking to his forehead, his sharp cat eyes locked onto his prey. The rest of his body is hidden under the surface and moves quietly as he stalks closer to an unexpected Yunho.
The older is nodding off against the wall of the pool, his head resting heavily on his folded forearms. With his height, he can easily hold himself up and doesn't have to stand on his tippy toes to keep his head above the water like Wooyoung would.
From this angle, Wooyoung can easily see the way Yunho's cheek is squished adorably against his arms as he lies there with his eyes closed in serenity, the tranquil picture he paints enough to make Wooyoung's heart soar. Yunho's long eyelashes fan on the high expanses of his cheekbones and there's the slightest hint of a dopey smile on his lips, the pleasant temperature of the pool fully relaxing his body and mind.
Wooyoung can almost count the droplets of water that stick enticingly against the pale skin of Yunho's broad shoulders as he swims closer and closer, and he swallows the gathered saliva in his mouth down before holding his breath.
Then…
“Ah!”
The startled shriek that tears from Yunho's throat as Wooyoung suddenly wraps his arms around the older boy, limbs working at the speed of light, is almost deafening. It bounces off the walls of the weirdly peaceful liminal space, echoing and reverberating until eventually dying down.
It doesn't take long until Yunho realizes he's not in grave danger ‒ he recognizes the tattoo on the arm of the perpetrator, partly obscured by the chemically blue water. Yet Wooyoung can feel his frantic heartbeat fluttering right under his fingertips as he slides his hands up to Yunho's sternum.
“Hi puppy,” Wooyoung whispers in a greeting, using the gravity of the water to breathe the words right in Yunho's ear, making Yunho shiver slightly in his embrace as he tightens his hold.
“Young‒ah,” Yunho breathes back on a shuddering exhale.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
A grin tugs at Wooyoung's lips at the tremor in the older's voice, and he nuzzles the damp skin of Yunho's back with his nose as a much needed apology for spooking him like that.
Still a bit shaky, Yunho turns in Wooyoung's embrace, coming face to face with the younger, and Wooyoung is pretty sure his heart skips two, three beats as Yunho's handsome features come into view.
His eyes are drowsy, hooded, a bit red from the harsh chlorine, and a soft pout decorates his plush lips ‒ both from getting scared and being sleepy. Part of his black hair is slicked back by the water, with some rebellious strands framing the older's face prettily, enhancing his boyish appearance even more.
Wooyoung keeps his eyes trained on the older's face, doesn't allow himself to let them wander over Yunho's very tempting naked upper body just yet, not wanting to get distracted so soon.
“You were so gone,” he smirks, all teeth and canines, snorting as the comment turns the tips of Yunho's ears a cute pink, the darker hue still easily visible in the low lighting of the pool.
“Was very tired,” Yunho mutters as an apology, slurring the words in his exhaustion, averting his eyes like he got caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.
“The water’s so nice and warm, ‘n we finally have some time to relax…”
“Hmhm,” Wooyoung hums noncommittally, sneaking his arms around Yunho's shoulders and pulling him closer, pressing a barely there kiss on the other's nose.
“Please don't fall asleep in the pool, though. Don't wanna go all Bay Watch on you and save your drowning ass.”
That earns him a harsh shove of a pointy, bony elbow between his ribs.
“It wasn't that bad,” Yunho counters, that adorable pout ever growing. “Besides, wasn't Bay Watch about saving drowning people at sea? Not in a pool where I can easily stand up straight, unlike someone else ?”
“Whatever,” Wooyoung bites back, rolls his eyes, but there's no lethal venom lacing his words.
“I’d still look hot in a pair of skimpy red swimming trunks.”
The sound of Yunho's laugh is warm, familiar, carefree, and the kiss he planted on Yunho’s nose earlier gets reciprocated ‒ plush lips on the sharp tip of his own nose, lingering there a little longer than necessary.
“I’m sure you would.”
Their faces are now mere centimeters apart, so close that Wooyoung can see the droplets of chlorine clinging to Yunho's lashes. Yunho's arms slither around his waist, the water splashing over the edge of the pool as the older boy pulls him in even closer until they're chest to chest.
With the distance between them closing with every second that passes, Yunho's eyes dart between Wooyoung's own eyes and his lips, back and forth, up and down ‒ slower and then quicker, studying Wooyoung’s bleached brows, his nose, his philtrum, his chin as if he’s trying to memorize every single pore.
Wooyoung can sense the other's hesitation in the way those long fingers dig into his bare hips, in the way Yunho worries his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, a nervous habit that Wooyoung doesn’t necessarily hate because it only makes the already plush flesh look even more appealing, all rosy red and full and oh so kissable.
As always, he reads Yunho like a book.
“Thinking of ways to keep yourself awake?” Wooyoung teases, his fingers playing with the wet hairs at the nape of Yunho's neck.
Like clockwork, Yunho smiles bashfully, falters for a moment before nodding shyly.
“Maybe, yeah,” he admits, voice soft and timid, yet laced with the slightest hint of eagerness and building enthusiasm as his hands find the small of Wooyoung’s back and rest there, those long fingers tracing the dips right above Wooyoung’s waistband.
“Allow me to help you out, then,” Wooyoung offers, pressing their wet foreheads together tenderly, strands of silvery blond hair mixing with ebony, as contrasting as their personalities, black and white, Yin and Yang.
The first kiss is sweet, just the soft press of lips together, tender and sweet. There are no fireworks, but there is warmth, comfort, familiarity, a feeling of safety like a cozy, fluffy blanket. Yunho smiles against his mouth and presses two, three cute little pecks on his lips, the fondness seeping through and sinking into Wooyoung’s skin.
But Wooyoung is greedy, impatient. Doesn't want, doesn't need sweet right now, and knows deep down Yunho doesn't either, with the way the older is clearly holding himself back from tilting his head and licking at the seams of Wooyoung’s lips to gain access.
So, he takes the reins and rubs his nose against Yunho's, brushing back and forth gently, urging him to open his eyes. As soon as they reestablish eye contact, Wooyoung takes Yunho's bottom lip between his teeth and tugs, biting harder to make sure his canines sink into the plump red flesh, dragging Yunho with him as he stares deep into those pretty puppy eyes that instantly glaze over.
He soothes the harsh bite with a gentle nibble and smirks into the kiss when Yunho shudders against him, the long fingers on his hips flexing as the other breathes out the softest moan, barely audible over the gurgling noises of the pool filter.
Just a bit of biting and Yunho fully relaxes in his hold, all meek and willing and pliant. He’s so easy it’s adorable.
“Woo,” Yunho whispers breathily, the younger's name getting distorted and rudely interrupted by Wooyoung's eager and invasive tongue curling around his. Wooyoung simply answers him with a low, pleased purr and a slow, sensual drag of his tongue along his soft palette, causing Yunho's hips to buck involuntarily, hissing as his hardening cock brushes against the smooth planes of Wooyoung's tummy.
It's not hard to miss the way Yunho's eyelashes flutter shut at the sensation, the friction on his neglected dick more than welcome after the intense days of seemingly unending schedules, especially with how Wooyoung immediately reciprocates the movement with a eager rut of his own hips.
Wooyoung isn't faring much better ‒ his blood rushes south and slowly but surely chub up his own cock as Yunho sucks on his tongue with a pleased whine and licks along his lips as if to map them out, to memorize every millimeter, turning the kiss into something deliciously filthy.
With their eyes half lidded in both relaxation and pleasure, their breaths intermingle as they lick and lap at each other’s mouths, not really truly kissing but purely tasting, the eye contact intense and deep and intimate in all the best ways. The water surrounding them ripples against their skin as their bodies slide together, chest against chest, stomach against stomach.
Wooyoung’s fingers creep up and twist themselves into Yunho’s hair, tugging on the black strands just briefly, but for Yunho, it’s enough ‒ he stutters on a heartfelt groan and his body automatically follows the movement, leaning into the stinging sensation and hissing through his teeth.
They share a knowing look, a mismatched set of feline eyes and big, curious puppy eyes both turning into little crescents as they grin at the other before diving back in to claim each other’s mouths.
Their tongues intertwine and they moan in unison ‒ Yunho’s low and deep, Wooyoung’s higher and airy, licking deep into each other’s mouth as if to suck the pure taste, the pure essence off of the other’s tongue. Yunho traces the back of Wooyoung’s teeth as Wooyoung laps at the sensitive underside of the older boy’s tongue, seamlessly moving together and using all the tricks up their sleeves to pull the sweetest sounds from the other.
This time, it’s Yunho who bites down. He gnaws on Wooyoung’s upper lip, sinking in his front teeth and tugging before moving to the younger’s bottom lip to give it the same treatment, albeit harsher, rougher, sucking on the plumpness and gratefully swallowing Wooyoung’s gasps.
Daring and encouraged by Yunho’s sudden intensity, Wooyoung tiptoes forward, pressing Yunho against the tiled wall of the pool, caging him in, making the older boy’s breath hitch in his throat as the ridge of the pool roughly digs into his shoulders. His response is immediate ‒ one of those big hands slides down to grab a handful of Wooyoung’s ass, hauling him in even closer, their clothed dicks colliding deep, deep under the water.
Wooyoung is fully hard now, and he is shameless with how he hungrily ruts against Yunho, his heartbeat picking up drastically with every slide of his own cock over Yunho’s, with every sopping wet drag of their red bitten lips.
It’s teeth clashing, noses bumping, wet tongues and puffy lips sliding together as they kiss, like they’ve spent ages apart and have just reunited again, both of their hands itching to feel more of the other.
And Wooyoung does just that.
As Yunho gropes at his ass, Wooyoung dips one hand under water to caress the smooth planes of Yunho's tummy, drawing asymmetrical patterns on the skin that covers his abs. Deliberate and calculated, he travels his hand further down to cup Yunho’s cock, relishing in the sensation of searing hot hardness against his palm with a breathy moan, tracing the sizable length with his fingertip, running his nails along the veiny underside.
“Wooyoung,” Yunho gasps wetly, his tongue unmoving and clumsy in Wooyoung’s mouth as he momentarily loses himself in the pleasure, his hips stuttering forwards to seek more of that delicious pressure.
Wooyoung gladly licks the moan right out of Yunho’s mouth, his hand dropping even lower, momentarily sliding over Yunho’s balls before creeping even further to ghost over Yunho’s most intimate place between his legs, brushing over his hole through the black swimming trunks.
Violently, Yunho jerks in his embrace, their lips disconnecting for one, two seconds as his head tips back, but Wooyoung is quick to lash out and bite at the older’s lips to tug him back, slurping their mixed saliva that runs down Yunho’s chin up with a disgustingly lewd noise that has the tips of his own ears burning hotly.
His fingers teasingly skim over Yunho's clothed hole, back and forth, rubbing small circles over the fabric while licking over the older’s jaw, his teeth aching to sink into the bobbing Adam’s apple.
Wooyoung’s mind is racing, his brain feeding him all kinds of nasty fantasies and possibilities, but ultimately, he opts for one of them.
“Wanna eat you out,” he confesses abruptly in between kisses, unashamed and bold.
He refuses to admit that he downright whines when Yunho withdraws again, immediately missing the older's wet lips on his, and with some difficulty, he creaks open his eyes.
Yunho is staring at him, dumb, wide-eyed and gasping for air like a fish on dry land. Wooyoung certainly doesn't miss the way the other boy’s body betrays him ‒ Yunho's nails sink into the flesh of his waist and ass and his knees buckle where he's standing in the water, causing the older to momentarily lose his balance.
Wooyoung is quick to catch him even though the low gravity of the pool deems that completely unnecessary, muscle memory kicking in and pushing Yunho back against the punishing ridge of the pool with two strong hands on the other’s shoulders.
“W-wait, here?”
“Yes, here,” Wooyoung simply answers him with a cheeky lick to his lips, amused by Yunho's sudden shock and embarrassment.
“In the pool?” Yunho asks, his voice cracking at the end of the sentence, full of disbelief.
Under the water, Wooyoung can clearly feel Yunho's treacherous cock giving an interested little twitch, and he smiles, dangerous, feral, full of teeth.
“C’mon,” Wooyoung urges with yet another roll of his eyes. “It's not like we haven't done worse things. Like that one time Seonghwa caught us fucking in his b‒”
Maybe it's for the better that the older doesn't let him finish that sentence. Yunho's mouth is back on his, kissing the unspoken words away from him with hungry lips and a thirsty tongue, warm and wet, so wet.
Despite his exhaustion from the previous hectic days, Wooyoung’s declaration must have awakened something in Yunho ‒ he kisses like he's wide awake and starving, his body seemingly not particularly opposed to the idea of the younger licking him open. His feverish eagerness spurs Wooyoung into action, the desire to be even closer to the other molten hot in his veins, and he wraps his legs around Yunho’s waist, tight and constricting.
Yunho chokes on a moan as their angle changes, with the weight of Wooyoung’s ass now directly on his cock. His hands fly to Wooyoung’s waist, holding him steady and guiding him back and forth, plunging his tongue so deep into Wooyoung’s mouth that the latter can taste him all the way in the back of his throat.
Clever, dexterous hands wander from Yunho's broad shoulders down to those ridiculously attractive collarbones where they pause to lightly scratch at the protruding bones, making goosebumps litter Yunho's paler skin at the action.
Sneakily, Wooyoung opens one eye to stare down at where his hands are busy, swallowing hard as he ghosts his fingertips over the dip between the clavicles where some of the pool water has gathered. He salviates ‒ both from the borderline erotic sight and from Yunho tonguing his spit into his mouth, all messy and sloppy, saliva coating both their chins, a soft pat pat pat noise as it drips into the water.
Then, Wooyoung's hands resume their journey, and Yunho moans against his lips as the younger circles his fingers around Yunho's nipples, the water easing the glide and hardening them instantly into stiff nubs. He takes the light brown peaks between his thumbs and index fingers and tugs, ever so slightly and with no malicious intent yet, and Yunho's cock slides against his deliciously as the older boy arches his back, leaning into the maddening touch.
He knows how weak Yunho is for him playing with his chest, and plans to take full advantage of that everytime he manages to get his greedy paws on the beautiful man.
“Okay, yeah, okay,” Yunho eventually agrees, fully convinced by Wooyoung's cunning hands and the delightful ministrations on his upper body.
He is already out of breath from a little messy kissing and groping, something that never fails to make Wooyoung's heart rattle against his ribcage. His eyes that were so tired merely minutes ago are big and awake and alert, the pupils blown out, and Wooyoung's pulse quickens as he realises how red they actually are because of the chlorine ‒ the veins in the white irritated, the rims near scarlet, making Yunho appear like he's been crying.
And fuck, if that doesn't make Wooyoung's cock throb within his swimshorts.
Deciding to ignore that particular depraved part of his brain for now ‒ and with the promise of definitely aiming to make Yunho's cry even prettier later under his hands, fingers and especially under his tongue ‒ Wooyoung almost mournfully tears his mouth off of Yunho’s.
His lips tingling pleasantly with the sheer intensity of their kisses, and he snorts at the displeased puppy-ish whine Yunho utters as he withdraws to study Yunho’s already disheveled appearance.
The cute little sound quickly morphs into a broken groan when Wooyoung leans back in to lick a long stripe up from Yunho’s damp neck all the way to his earlobe, breathing hotly in the older boy’s ear and tonguing the ultra sensitive spot right behind the cartilage.
He tastes like chlorine, sweat, slight remains of perfume and body wash. It makes Wooyoung’s blood boil scorching hot in his veins, need and want surging through his body at the speed of light.
“Turn around for me, puppy,” he encourages, softly tugging at the wet hair on Yunho’s neck.
He senses Yunho’s confusion as the other cocks his head, puzzled and disoriented, still dazed from their making out.
“Don’t I need to‒” Yunho starts, his nostrils flaring in an attempt to calm himself down as Wooyoung sweetly kisses his way back to his face, wet lips trailing over his cheeks before hovering just above his philtrum.
“You mean, like, out of the pool, right? On the tiles?”
The older’s eyebrows are furrowed adorably, and he looks over his shoulder to eye the space they’ll supposedly be working with. “So we’ll have to get out of the water?”
Wooyoung can’t help but giggle, endeared at the jumbling of words, all messy and incoherent and kissed stupid.
He shakes his head, the grin on his lips almost splitting his face in two as Yunho’s confusion only grows. He truly resembles a little puppy now ‒ his head tilted to the side, eyes all big and questioning, blinking at Wooyoung slow and dazed. If Wooyoung squints, he’s sure he’s actually able to see a set of floppy black ears perched atop of Yunho’s dark hair.
“No, you silly mutt,” he snickers, and Yunho’s dick positively throbs against his ass at that particular nickname.
“I wanna see how long I can hold my breath as I eat you out underwater.”
The sound Yunho utters at his explanation is a wonderfully strange mix between a startled laugh, a confused ‘huh’ and a shocked moan, and it’s pure music to Wooyoung’s ears.
“Fuck, Wooyoung,” curses Yunho, all baffled and surprised and bewildered, automatically mimicking Wooyoung’s face splitting smirk from earlier and pulling the younger boy in even closer.
“Why is that so stupidly hot?”
“I know right?” Wooyoung grins back. To punctuate his wish, he hooks his index finger under the waistbands of the offending swimming shorts, pulling it taut before letting the elastic snap back against Yunho’s sensitive lower tummy and relishing at the soft hiss Yunho produces.
He bites his lip in that one way he knows drives Yunho up the fucking wall and peeks at him through his eyelashes, his eyes hooded, sensual yet feral.
“That okay with you?”
Yunho nods his head so fast, so eager, that Wooyoung is almost scared the older boy might pull a muscle.
“Yeah,” Yunho agrees, those big hands groping at Wooyoung’s ass, squeezing the flesh. “Fuck, yeah, please‒”
“Take them off,” Wooyoung interrupts with a purr, nudging his chin at Yunho’s swimming trunks. He untangles his legs from where they’re constricted around Yunho’s waist, but not before making sure to roll his hips down, pulling yet another deliciously wrecked noise from the older boy as Yunho’s crown catches onto his rim right through the two soaked layers of swim shorts.
Yunho is quick to obey, as he always is, the sweet little thing always so happy to please ‒ the tips of his ears turning from a cute pink into a strawberry red as he (albeit a bit hesitant) lets go of Wooyoung’s ass and curls those long fingers around the waistband, shimmying them down gracelessly. Wooyoung watches his every move like a hawk, briefly curses the chemically blue water for partly obscuring the view of Yunho’s mouthwatering V-shape and that cute little tummy, his sharp eyes zoning in on the small yet delicious patch of curly black hairs as Yunho pulls the fabric lower and lower.
Water splashes over the ridge as Yunho shuffles his feet to turn around like Wooyoung asked him to, but within a split second, Wooyoung changes his mind and stops him with an authoritative hand to the older's chest.
“Wait before you turn around,” he instructs, pausing briefly to let the command hang in the air, his own cheeks burning hot at how Yunho immediately stops dead in his tracks and gives Wooyoung that adorable expectant look, confused but ready to obey the younger's every word.
“Wanna see that pretty cock first.”
The gritting of Yunho’s teeth at that compliment is almost inaudible, but Wooyoung catches it nonetheless, unable to stop the smug smirk from tugging at his lips.
Subconsciously, he licks his lips, his own dick kicking helplessly for some much needed attention as more and more of Yunho’s lower body gets revealed, and he stifles a rather desperate whine with a sharp bite to his inner cheek when Yunho’s cock eventually jumps free, the water slowing the erotic movement in a way that’s both infuriatingly frustrating and incredibly arousing.
He isn't wrong, maybe a bit biased ‒ Yunho's dick is pretty, long and curved, and his mouth waters at the sight of it. Part of him wants to dive underwater and swallow Yunho’s length down all the way to the hilt in one go, but ultimately, he decides against it, shelving the idea for another time.
The swim shorts are now hanging halfway Yunho’s thighs. Balancing on one leg, he toes them off with his feet, the motion endearingly awkward and clumsy, and if Wooyoung wasn’t so incredibly turned on, he would snicker at the way the swimming trunks eventually float up and drift to the side almost comically.
“Hmm,” he hums appreciatively, “that’s what I like to see.”
Even through the clouded surface of the water, Wooyoung easily spots how Yunho’s cock throbs at his compliment.
“Good pup,” Wooyoung praises, breathless, brazen and impudent with how he lets his smoldering gaze travel all over Yunho’s body, taking the older in from up and down and back up again.
The click of Yunho’s throat as he swallows the lump in his throat at the praise is obvious, and he almost seems to shrink under Wooyoung’s famished stare, his body frozen like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck.
“Now turn around for me.”
Bashfully, Yunho averts his eyes and obeys.
The sizzling little flame in the depths of Wooyoung’s lower stomach flickers brighter as Yunho’s slightly arched back comes into view ‒ lithe and slender, just like the man himself, but still well defined, narrowing down to small hips the main attraction: his cute ass that Wooyoung can’t wait to get his hands on and bury his tongue in.
Wooyoung steps in, hears the unmistakable hitch of breath as he crowds into Yunho’s personal space like he owns the place, breathes hot, moist air down the older’s neck just to tease, to pester, giggling as Yunho responds with a soft huff and a tempting little shake of his ass as if to say get on with it already .
While trailing wet, open mouthed kisses down Yunho’s neck, lapping and nipping at the skin every now and then, Wooyoung takes three, four deep and calming breaths in and out, willing his heartbeat to slow down and forcing his lung capacity to be at its fullest.
Yunho shivers under his lips as he resumes the position Wooyoung found him in earlier ‒ resting his forearms on the ridge of the pool and leaning his cheek against them, cushioning his face comfortably. The tiny, almost invisible hairs on the back of his neck and back are standing up straight, the muscles in those broad shoulders trembling in anticipation as Wooyoung licks down the valley of Yunho’s shoulder blades.|
For good measure, he sneaks his hands under Yunho’s armpits to cup Yunho’s pecs, appreciating the newly formed muscle mass thanks to Yunho’s new workout regime with a soft hum before scratching his blunt nails over the older boy’s stiff nipples, the touch teasing and light, yet enough to make Yunho’s knees buckle again.
“Ready?” he asks just to be sure, voice low and barely above a whisper, and Yunho answers him with a shaky nod of his head and a last longing look over his shoulder, his expression watchful, anticipatory, eager.
With a long, deep intake of breath, Wooyoung dips under the water.
It takes him three, four seconds to let his eyes get used to the distorted vision underwater, and he almost has to break through the surface to catch his breath again at the pretty picture Yunho paints ‒ the other’s back is arched enticingly, the curvature more pronounced than before, long lean muscles all proudly on display beneath that paler skin, his cute ass sticking out like a present begging to be opened on Christmas Day.
Wooyoung doesn’t waste any time with the limited amount of oxygen he has, his hands wandering to Yunho’s ass like a compass pointing to magnetic north. Holding Yunho open with his hands, careful yet determined, he all but dives in.
The first torturously slow lick from Yunho's balls all the way up to his tailbone has the older boy wobbling on his feet, and Wooyoung has to sink in his fingertips in the globes of Yunho's ass to keep him steady.
Despite his own ravenous appetite and willingness, Wooyoung wouldn't be Wooyoung if he didn't opt for a bit of teasing first. With a pointy tongue, he traces Yunho's rim with slow, gentle circles around the pucker, as if testing the waters. He nuzzles his nose in the soft, barely there black hairs hidden in the cleft of Yunho's ass, the gesture tender and loving, a stark contrast to how he's groping the meaty flesh with greedy hands like a content cat kneading its comforting blanket, relishing in the way the pale skin temptingly spills between his fingers.
Just like his neck, Yunho tastes like chlorine first and foremost down there, but there is that crystal clear distinct taste hidden underneath that's salty and musky and unmistakably Yunho, invading Wooyoung's mouth and seeping into his taste buds as he pries the other open with clever fingers and flattens his tongue for broader, more satisfactory licks.
Unfortunately, with untrained lungs, he quickly has to come up for air again. He presses an apologetic kiss on the sensitive skin where Yunho's thigh meets his ass before he swims back up.
Tossing his soaked bleached hair out of his face and scrunching his nose at the sensation of his ears popping open, he gently caresses Yunho's waist to check in with the older boy who is already positively shivering where he's leaning against the tiled wall.
“You alright pup?” He questions, voice low but barely concealed lust lacing his tone, kissing the water droplets off goosebump littered skin.
All he receives as an answer is a breathy, muffled “please”, and his lips curl back into the near predatory grin that was plastered on his face earlier.
“Thought so,” Wooyoung purrs, and with another deep inhale of air, he is back underwater.
This time, he doesn't tease, doesn't play around, aims right for the prize as he pries Yunho open with voracious hands, fingernails sinking into the flesh. The painful bumping of his nose bumps against Yunho's tailbone in his enthusiasm doesn't faze him in the slightest, not with how the muscles in Yunho's legs tremble as Wooyoung kittenlicks along the fluttering opening, back and forth.
Keeping his tongue heavenly soft in a way he knows drives Yunho up the wall, he swipes unhurried broad strokes over Yunho’s hole, tasting him, savouring him, licking deeper with each lap of his tongue, losing himself in the sensation as the water pressure wraps around him.
Even though most of his spit immediately evaporates in the blue pool water, Wooyoung runs on complete autopilot ‒ he sucks and slurps, messy like always, following his invisible trail of saliva down to Yunho’s balls and licking it back up.
The groans that rumbles from deep within Wooyoung and rolls over his lips sounds foreign, alien, unfamiliar to him, the hungry sound eerily contorted and warped by the water pressure, barely reaching his auditory canal with how rapidly his ears fill with water.
His eyelashes flutter close at the strange but weirdly appealing noise, soiling the chemically clean water with a spurt of precum that pathetically leaks from his own dick.
Briefly, he wishes that under the water, he would be able to hear Yunho’s pretty sounds as well ‒ the sharp intakes of breath, the stuttering exhales at a particularly nice wriggle of Wooyoung’s devious, cunning tongue, the soft moans that eventually evolve into the cutest breathy whines and whimpers.
Wooyoung’s lungs scream at him to swim up again and to fill them, but if anything, he loves a challenge. He is slowly but surely getting lightheaded at the quickly depleting oxygen in his body, his vision starting to blacken and spot at the edges as he pushes his tongue past the first tight ring of muscles, air bubbles escaping from his nose and floating upwards as he groans at Yunho's rim clenching down on the wet muscle.
Cotton fills his brain and he fucking floats in both the literal and figurative meaning of the word, his cock throbbing desperately in his own uncomfortable, too tight swim shorts as flashbacks of Yunho squeezing his throat shut with those big, big hands and long fingers pressing down on his jungular flood his memories.
With a last, open mouthed kiss to Yunho’s clenching hole, Wooyoung uses his feet to quickly kick himself off the bottom of the pool, gasping for air as soon as he breaks through the surface.
For a moment, his eyes won’t focus, and a too sharp inhale of breath makes him splutter and cough violently, causing Yunho to turn around on shaky legs and face him, concern flitting across his disheveled appearance. There's water in both his mouth and his nose, mixing with snot and spit, and he wobbles on his feet as he heaves for air.
Yunho’s arms slide off the ridge of the pool and those big hands come to cup Wooyoung’s flushed cheeks, brushing his soaked bleached hair away from his forehead.
“Are you alright?” Yunho asks, parroting Wooyoung’s own question back at him. He holds Wooyoung steady for a while, his trembling, cold hands grounding and calming.
Wooyoung blinks up at him, and as soon as the last black spots have faded from the corners of his eyes, he grins, feral and wild, his teeth shimmering in the low lights of the pool.
“Yeah,” he answers, breathing out an airy laugh, wincing at the burning sensation in his lungs but absolutely flying on Cloud fucking Nine. His dick twitches within the confines of the tight swimming trunks, desperate for some much needed pressure and attention, but Wooyoung wills it down and focuses on the man in front of him.
“Fuck, yeah, I’m okay. More than okay.”
The older seems to hesitate, as well at Wooyoung’s positive answer and at the action he takes next, but after three, four seconds, he leans in to capture Wooyoung’s lips in a searing kiss, stealing the fresh oxygen straight out of Wooyoung’s lungs again.
This is new, Wooyoung thinks.
Yunho doesn’t often kiss him after Wooyoung has eaten him out, and that doesn’t really surprise him. While the younger would gratefully lick his own taste out of Yunho’s mouth, ass and cock alike, the other is a bit more reserved (albeit just as freaky as Wooyoung in every other area), so him smashing their mouth together and lapping at Wooyoung’s puffy, chlorine soaked lips stuns and bewilders him completely.
Never one to turn down a nice kiss, especially one from Yunho, Wooyoung curls his arms around the taller boy’s necks and opens his mouth, his breath hitching in his throat as their tongues intertwine yet again.
It’s dirty and sloppy from the moment their lips touch, with Yunho curling his tongue around Wooyoung’s and straight up sucking on the wet muscle, as if suddenly a flip switched in him. He’s so much more pent up than he usually is, lapping at Wooyoung’s spit wet lips with a hungry tongue like an overly eager puppy, soaking the bottom halves of their faces with more than just pool water. His hands are pawing at Wooyoung’s body, so feverish that water sloshes over the pool ridge with his frantic movements, whining into the younger’s mouth as he ruts his bare cock against Wooyoung’s abs.
Wooyoung can’t fight down the predatory grin that tugs at the corners of his mouth, teasingly retreating his tongue to make Yunho work for it, to make the older boy chase him. Then, he completely withdraws, his eyes full of fire and smirking deviously when Yunho chases his lips for another kiss, the adorable huff the other lets out causing his heart to skip a beat.
But Wooyoung has different plans in store for him.
“One more time,” he promises with a last lap to Yunho’s kiss swollen lips, and he sneakily reaches around to pat Yunho’s ass, making the older squeak. Yunho moans as Wooyoung squeezes the flesh harshly, cruelly, hoping to leave marks in the distinct shape of his fingertips.
“Then…” he continues, lowering his voice to a dangerously low purr, dragging Yunho in impossibly closer and pressing against him, dragging his own dick against Yunho’s and making them both hiss, before proceeding:
“..You’re gonna get your cute ass out of this pool and I’m gonna eat you out until you fucking cry.”
And Yunho fucking whimpers at that, those pretty big brown eyes rolling back at Wooyoung’s filthy promise, biting his lip to stifle a heartfelt groan. He turns back around again, all pliant and meek, and something sickeningly possessive and sadistic curls in Wooyoung’s tummy at the display of timid but complete obedience.
A soft gnaw soothed by a tender kiss is all Yunho gets as a warning before Wooyoung takes his last deep breath and dips underwater.
Yunho has spread his legs wider now, Wooyoung immediately notices: a wanton display of both parts eagerness and impatience, quickening Wooyoung’s pulse impossibly so. He swims right to his goal and licks an obscenely hungry stripe up the older boy’s exposed hole before plunging his tongue straight in, pushing through the rings of tight muscles, licking deep and filthy and wet into Yunho. Straight up tonguefucking him to the best of his abilities under the immense pressure of water, his hands curl around Yunho’s shaking thighs, sinking in his nails even deeper this time, making sure to leave marks.
He tastes fucking divine, even under that obnoxious chemical veil of pool water, and Wooyoung simply can’t get enough. If his hands weren’t so occupied with holding Yunho nice and open, he would slither a sneaky hand down his dick and stimulate himself while pleasuring the other, always getting so caught up in his partner’s sweet reactions and tastes that he just has to touch himself.
His eyes flutter close as he yanks Yunho’s ass closer to his face and from up above, Yunho seems to sense what he wants ‒ one hand leaves the ridge of the pool, long bony fingers tangling themselves in Wooyoung’s hair, the hips of the older boy moving just the slightest bit, tentative and hesitant.
A frustrated groan tumbles off of Wooyoung’s lips, vibrating straight up Yunho’s already shivering body, and he pushes his face even deeper into the molten hot cleft of Yunho’s ass, sucking and kissing and lapping at his hole like he’s actually starving.
From under the water, he can’t run his bratty mouth and demand that Yunho all but shoves his ass in his face to just use him, but luckily, Yunho gets the hint. The trembling fingers in Wooyoung’s silvery locks tighten and Wooyoung gets dragged even closer until his entire face is buried where Yunho is so beautifully open and warm and wanting. He is absolutely unashamed with how he drags his chin, nose and lips up and down Yunho’s hole, the slide eased by the water, forcing Yunho to feel all the different textures and sensations, getting dizzy and drunk on the heat that radiates from Yunho’s lithe body.
Instinctive panic claws at his throat and his lungs feel tighter with every second that passes, and Wooyoung has to remind himself not to waste any more precious oxygen on obscene moans and thankful whimpers as he curls his tongue extra deep for good measure. Bitterly, he withdraws from Yunho’s opening and bites down in one of the globes, hard, before sucking on the pale skin and leaving a possessive scarlet toned hickey that will hopefully blossom purple in the upcoming days as a sweet, sweet reminder.
Yunho uses his grip on his hair to drag him back up, the stinging sensation on Wooyoung’s scalp causing him to break through the water’s surface with a whine, his cock pulsating so hard that for a brief moment he’s scared he’ll actually come untouched.
“Fuck,” he wheezes, gasping welcome air into his lungs, staring at the younger with wide, wild eyes and a wicked, almost crazed grin.
“Yeah, fuck,” Yunho echoes back, breathy, stunned and unbelieving, and oh so fucking turned on.
A fresh wave of arousal washes over Wooyoung at the sight of the older’s already fucked out face hooked over his shoulder ‒ his black hair is a unkempt mess, stray strands of hair sticking out in various directions, and fire licks at Wooyoung’s tummy when he realises that Yunho might have been ruffling his hands through his own hair in order to stay somewhat sane under Wooyoung’s onslaught.
His lips are a deep cherry red from biting down on the plump flesh, and his ears have turned bright red. It’s impossible to miss how his knees buckle through the aftershocks of the pleasure, even from where they’re hidden in the chemically blue water.
Yunho’s eyes are big, wide, the pupils blown out, still red‒rimmed, seemingly even more so than before ‒ but he isn’t crying yet.
A pity, Wooyoung thinks. But that can be changed, like he promised.
“C’mon,” Wooyoung encourages, still breathless, nudging his chin in the direction of the tilted wall Yunho is still plastered against on unsteady feet.
“Get up, puppy.”
Wooyoung is bold with how he ogles the taller boy pushing himself up on the ridge, those lean, strong muscles in Yunho’s back and arms on display a true feast for the younger’s smoldering eyes. Time seems to slow as Yunho pulls himself out of the pool, droplets of water sliding down the tempting valley between those pretty shoulder blades, trickling over the curve of his spine to gather in the dips in the small of his back before they ultimately disappear into the cleft of that cute ass.
He is both breathtakingly gorgeous and absolutely pathetic, standing at the edge of the pool on wobbly legs, expectantly looking over his shoulder with his bottom lip worried between his teeth in that cute, nervous habit of his. Shivering as the cool air hits his wet skin, he waits for Wooyoung ‒ anxious, eager, on pins and needles.
The younger follows not long after, but not before he gives himself a firm squeeze underwater to take the edge off, making him suck in a sharp breath between his teeth ‒ he’s so hard it actually hurts, his mouth parched and his tongue aching from how badly he wants to push the wet muscle back into Yunho’s ass again like it belongs there.
Yunho’s eyes widen in eagerness and lust when Wooyoung gets out of the water as well. Wooyoung takes his time, takes it slow, makes an extra show of using the muscles in his arms so that the veins protrude in their effort. Keeps his body in a certain angle where water gathers in the deep dips of his clavicles, all while keeping his heated gaze on Yunho. With feline grace, he lifts himself out of the pool, shakes his soaked hair dry before running a hand through it, molten hot need running through his veins as Yunho swallows audibly.
Yunho stares at him, takes him in, from all the way to Wooyoung’s dripping wet hair to his toes and back again, pausing momentarily on the younger’s cock that twitches under those big, watchful eyes. Wooyoung preens under the attention, pride blooming in his chest, grinning wolfishly.
From the corner of his eyes, he spots Yunho’s towels, one for his hair and one for his body. Wooyoung may be a nuisance sometimes, a complete and utter brat, but he does want his partner to be somewhat comfortable, especially when said partner has to lie down on hard, soggy wet tiles that litter the floor of the swimming pool.
Yunho watches his every move, still biting his lip as Wooyoung haphazardly creates a makeshift bed, cushioning the unforgiving tiles with two of the big, fluffy towels. His dick is hard and leaking between his legs as he waits, the head partly hidden by his foreskin temptingly moist, the deep red flush starting at the tips of his ears traveling all the way down to his pelvis.
Countless of droplets of water stick to his goosebump littered skin and slide down one by one, dripping from the ends of his jet black hair to collect in those ridiculously attractive collarbones before trickling further south over dusky pebbled nipples to vanish in the soft, black curls at the base of his cock.
Wooyoung wants to absolutely devour him.
With a mischievous smile, he pats the towels invitingly and beckons Yunho over with a seductive, slow curl of two fingers.
“C’mere,” he coaxes with a rumbling purr, “on your back, legs spread.”
Without protesting, the taller boy obeys, makes his way over to Wooyoung with those mile long unsteady legs. Sits down on the towel before cocking his head to the right just the tiniest bit, confusion clear on his handsome features.
“Not on my hands and knees..?” He asks, voice airy and shaky.
The feral grin on Wooyoung’s face grows as he shakes his head, crawling closer to Yunho until their noses are almost touching, mere centimeters apart, before whispering:
“Need to see your pretty face as I make you cry.”
A breathy moan rolls off Yunho’s parted lips at the simple yet crude explanation, so unexpected that the flush on his moist face deepens even more. He quickly looks away, causing Wooyoung to snicker, and slowly but surely, he sluggishly moves his body to get on his back like the younger asked, his nostrils flaring as he takes a grounding breath.
“Good boy,” Wooyoung coos, ruffling a teasing yet gentle hand through the older’s black hair, deciding not to tease Yunho with the way he presses his lips together not to let another wanton sound escape his mouth. He pecks Yunho’s nose, just a brief ghosting of lips, and slithers between the other’s legs, further pushing his trembling thighs open with greedy hands, his eyes instantly dropping down to where Yunho is hard and desperate and dripping.
Despite his tight grimace, Yunho can’t help but yelp as Wooyoung grabs the backs of his thighs and maneuvers him around until his knees are close to touching his pink ears, folding his pliant, willing body easily like a pretzel and diminishing their everyday size difference to nothing.
“Hold yourself open for me, pup,” Wooyoung drawls, digging his nails into the meaty backs of Yunho’s thighs and scratching down ever so slightly, leaving red welts in its wake.
On autopilot, Yunho’s hands immediately come up to hug the backs of his knees, his chest moving up and down in irregular, anticipatory breaths when Wooyoung gets comfortable between his spread legs, staring down at him like a cunning fox that finally managed to get its paws on the skittish rabbit.
“Always so eager to please, hm?” The younger coos, mean fingernails turning into soft massaging pressure of fingertips, and he can almost hear how Yunho’s heartbeat quickens at the praise. “Sweet little thing.”
Now that they’re out of the water, the sharp intake of air Wooyoung hears as soon as his hot, moist breath ghosts over Yunho’s exposed hole is pure music to his ears. Sure, eating out the older boy under water was fun for the pure thrill of it ‒ the lack of oxygen, the challenge to keep himself under with a limited amount of breath, the effort of not floating back to the surface, but if Wooyoung has to be completely honest, he truly prefers the desperate little sounds Yunho makes over the deafening rush and pressure of water.
He lowers himself, slow and sensual, never taking his eyes off of Yunho, and licks a long stripe up all the way from Yunho’s tailbone to his balls. Then, he gathers saliva in his mouth and spits, right on Yunho’s hole.
“Wooyoung, oh fuck‒”
Yeah, there it is. This is definitely better than not being able to let the pretty noises Yunho makes filter through his ears.
Yunho sounds and looks like a walking wet dream, shaking and shivering on his back as he pries himself open with those long fingers for Wooyoung’s eyes and tongue to feast on, his cute little hole wet with the remnants of Wooyoung’s sloppy spit and clenching desperately around nothing.
With how pent up they’re both are after the adventures under water, even though Wooyoung knows how to hide it way better than the older boy does, he decides to go against his own nature and not tease, not drag this out any longer, but fully committing to rendering the sweet little puppy that is Yunho to a puddle of whines, tears and cum.
He dives back in, pressing his fingertips into the plush meat of Yunho’s thighs to get a better grip. Slurps his spit back up with the filthiest sound that echoes off the tiled wall of the dimly lit pool, so obscene and loud that it has Yunho reeling on the towels. Tongues it back into Yunho’s ass, messy and vulgar, alternating between plunging his tongue in the older boy and sweet little kittenlicks that make Yunho whimper high in his throat.
The bitter, metallic taste of the chemically clean pool water fades into the background now that Yunho is on the surface. He tastes like sweat, like musk, like desperation, like pure fucking Yunho , and it's driving Wooyoung absolutely insane the deeper he laps and licks.
“Oh my God,” Yunho whimpers from above him, muffled and miserable.
With some difficulty, Wooyoung creaks open his eyes that were closed in bliss and lets his hungry gaze travel all the way up from the older boy’s cute ass, over his pretty leaking dick, up up up to where Yunho has one of his arms slung over his face, whining pitifully into the damp crook of his elbow.
But that just won’t do.
Wooyoung sinks his teeth in the flesh where Yunho’s thigh meets the inside of his knee, mean and vicious and cruel, causing Yunho to sharply arch his back and snap his head up at the harsh sting.
“Don’t you hide from me,” Wooyoung lisps with a good portion of Yunho’s skin held between sharp canines, staring daggers at the older boy pouting down at him. “Let me hear every pretty sound you make and let me see how good I make you feel.”
When Yunho doesn’t lower his arm, the younger retaliates with an open palmed slap on the inside Yunho’s other thigh, biting his lip at the lewd sight of Yunho’s cock jumping and throbbing at the pain.
“Fuck, okay, sorry,” Yunho mutters, his words jumbled and messed up and slurred, bringing his arm down to fist his sweaty hands in the towels under him. “‘s just so fucking good , please don’t stop‒”
“I won’t,” soothes Wooyoung, pressing an apologetic kiss over the fresh bite mark. “As long as you let me hear and see you, puppy.”
With that, he’s back on his mission. Wooyoung is relentless with it, plays all the cards up his sleeve, pulls every move he knows that makes Yunho dance dangerously close to the edge. He traces the puffy rim with the tip of his tongue, relaxing the wet muscle and keeping it broad and soft after, licking back and forth over Yunho’s pretty hole before burying himself all the way to the hilt, curling his tongue against the other’s velvety soft walls, plunging deep, deeper, deepest.
“Taste so good,” he slurs between messy laps, sucking on the contracting hole and slobbering messy, open mouthed kisses with tongue and teeth all over it like it’s a five course meal. He is running his mouth like he always does, getting lost in it, raining filth and praise alike on the tall handsome boy under him as he savours and devours him.
“Fuck, your pretty hole tastes so good, Yun… Love having you like this, all spread open for me, can’t get enough of that sweet little ass…”
He punctuates his words with another cruel slap on the underside of Yunho’s thigh, digging his greedy paws in, white-hot fire pooling low in his tummy at the sight of Yunho’s cock drooling an obscene amount of precum onto his belly. The translucent, tacky liquid drips into his belly button, either disappearing into the curls at the base or trickling down the sides of Yunho’s small waist to crash onto the fluffy towels, soiling them.
Above him, Yunho is rendered unable to decide whether he wants to crane his neck down to stare at Wooyoung absolutely demolishing his ass with his tongue or to let his eyelashes flutter shut and tip his head back against the tiles, those big, red‒rimmed eyes glazed over and unfocused and crossing every now and then in pure pleasure.
Barely audible over the foul slurping sounds, Yunho is panting, uneven and shallow, like he’s still in the pool and close to drowning, gasping for air. The cacophony of wet noises and Yunho’s pitiful whimpers reverberate off the walls of the pool, echoing over the water and vibrating deep within the duo’s bones.
“Young-ah,” Yunho pleads, voice brittle and broken, his hands clutching the soft fabric of the towels like it’s a lifeline. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop‒”
He raises his head, whimpering at the sight of Wooyoung eating him out and licking him open like a starved man, his gaze focused on Wooyoung’s wet, wet mouth. In the angle Wooyoung is currently folding him into like a pretzel, he can see absolutely everything. Sees his own wet red hole desperately flutter against the younger’s ravenous tongue, sees spit frothing on his pucker and running down his tight balls, sees his cock pulsating on his stomach between wide spread legs.
It’s hypnotizing.
As soon as the older boy’s eyes find his, albeit dazed and unfocused, Wooyoung licks his lips, slow and sensual, shivering as the intoxicating taste of Yunho clings to the puffy flesh, and dips back in to deviously swipe his sharp nose through the cleft of the other’s ass.
The reaction is instant ‒ Yunho fucking sobs , the borderline pornographic picture Wooyoung paints too much to handle, and it’s that exact moment that those pretty puppy eyes slowly but surely fill with tears, the salty liquid brimming at the surface, threatening to spill over.
“W-Wooyoung, Woo‒,” he stutters the younger’s name like a prayer, “Just like that, holy shit‒”
Ever watchful, Wooyoung easily spots the tremor in Yunho’s hands that are still clutching the towels, gripping the soft material so hard that his knuckles turn white and crack, and he knows the older is trying his hardest not to give in and let them wander to his angry scarlet coloured cock to touch himself, his mind set on coming undone on Wooyoung’s tongue and Wooyoung’s tongue only.
That gesture of poorly contained self control and pure obedience, combined with the breathtaking visual of Yunho being this close to actually crying, rips a near animalistic growl out of Wooyoung’s throat, the vibrations causing a full body shiver to wreck through the older above him.
All the tell-tale signs that Yunho’s restraint and willpower are scattering and tearing along the frayed edges are there, clear as day ‒ the pink flush that covers the older from the tips of his ears all the way to his heaving chest has turned to a bright red hue, his soft, breathy moans start to increase in volume and evolve into pitiful whimpers and whines, the muscles in his stomach tense with every lap and lick and kiss and suck, and his thighs shake, both from pleasure and with the effort it takes Yunho to hold them up.
Wooyoung knows Yunho is getting close, and it only spurs him on even more.
“C’mon, baby,” encourages Wooyoung with a nasty swirl of his tongue, never taking his smoldering gaze off of Yunho. “That’s it, Yun, doing so well for me…”
The sound that bubbles up from Wooyoung’s throat as one of those big hands finally comes up to knot in his silver hair again is utterly desperate, almost as if he’s on the receiving end. His hips buck involuntarily, and he groans wetly against Yunho’s open hole when his clothed dick drags against the cushioned tiles, the sudden pressure too much and not enough at the same time.
Wooyoung has to grit his teeth not to blow his load right at that moment, the coil in stomach tightening dangerously. He’s so wound up, so turned on beyond belief, his five senses completely taken over by Yunho that he almost misses the single stray tear that finally overflows and drips down to Yunho’s sweaty temples, disappearing into his hairline.
Almost.
His heart thunders in his ears and almost jumps right out of his chest as he realises that Yunho is actually crying now.
Fat tears cling to long, fluttering lashes and crash down on the high expanse of his cheekbones, sliding down in various directions, all while humping Wooyoung’s face like a dog in heat. There’s no finesse, no precision, no slow sensual circles of his hips like Yunho usually does when he’s riding Wooyoung, just pure mindless pleasure, functioning on bestial instinct.
“Fuck , fuckin’‒ Woo, fuck‒” curses Yunho, stumbling over his words with a pathetic keen as if he can’t speak, can’t think , all but grinding his ass over Wooyoung’s face, and Wooyoung just takes it, adores it, loves it, lets his little pup use him however he pleases after what feels like hours of riling him up and teasing him.
“‘m getting close, Young-ah, ‘s so good, I’m‒”
More and more tears spill from those big pretty eyes, all wide and unbelieving and stunned, like he can’t believe how good Wooyoung is making him feel. They wet his handsome blushing face, and Wooyoung stutters on a pitiful moan himself because of how insanely fucking hot and heartstopping the taller boy looks.
“Wooyoung, I’m c-close, ah, f-fuck, ‘m so close‒”
The hand in Wooyoung’s hair tightens, the grip on his silver locks relentless, sending prickles of pain through his scalp, all the way down to Wooyoung’s cock. Yunho uses his iron hold as leverage as his toes curl towards the ceiling, riding Wooyoung’s face with faltering thrusts while babbling words and sentences that don’t make any sense, mixed in with pleas and prayers of the younger’s name.
“Young-ah, Wooyoung,” he calls again, openly sobbing and sniveling now. “‘m gonna‒”
“Yeah, thats it, Yun, fuck‒” Wooyoung interrupts him with a muffled groan, increasing the pressure of his tongue, swirling dirty circles around the clenching, scorching hot opening, plunging his tongue in and out.
“Come for me, puppy, cum on my tongue.”
Another vile swipe of his wet nose over Yunho’s fluttering hole and a vulgar, dripping wet lick all the way from Yunho’s balls to the oozing head of his cock is enough to shove Yunho over the edge.
A strangled cry tumbles off his lips and reverberates through the entire liminal space, bouncing off the walls and the chemically blue water and echoing all around them, the noise wretched and broken as Yunho’s back arches in a perfect bow and he comes, comes, comes .
Wooyoung moans, gravelly and rough as Yunho’s teary eyes roll back into his skull, licks him through his peak with nothing but devotion and unadulterated lust, his own arms littering with goosebumps at the sight of watching the other come undone so beautifully.
Yunho’s soaking wet hole flutters and clenches around Wooyoung’s tongue as the older boy spurts all over his taut tummy and sternum, some of his spend even reaching his stiff nipples and chin with how intensely he is riding the waves of delirium, completely lost in it. He whines and whimpers, the sound akin to a sad puppy pulling at Wooyoung’s heartstrings and making his own dick leak pathetically within the too tight confines of his swimming shorts.
It seems to never end ‒ Yunho is quivering and shaking and writhing on the crumpled mess of sweat-soaked towels under him, his long fingers tightening and releasing in Wooyoung’s hair, heaving for air as he trembles through it.
Eternities seem to pass before the devastating waves of pleasure finally decrease, with Wooyoung watching every tremor, every tear, every drop of cum, taking it all in with amazement and pride.
“Holy fuck,” Yunho wheezes, every muscle in his body twitching involuntarily, squirming away and wincing when Wooyoung softly kittenlicks over his overly sensitive puffy red rim, his spent cock milking out a one last dribble of cum at the heavenly sensation.
His lead-like legs come down and he lies there, exhausted and boneless, with tears still rolling down his flushed cheeks, his eyes closed in serenity and bliss, droplets of water and sweat mixing with seed all over his upper body.
“Wooyoung, holy fuck.”
Wooyoung smirks at that ‒ proud and still floating on Cloud Nine, his chest warm and his heart rattling against his ribcage. He maneuvers himself free from between Yunho’s thighs and tenderly kisses Yunho’s spent cock, giggling as the older twists away from him with a defeated little whine.
“Told you I’d make you cry on my tongue.”
He wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, spit soaking his fingers before he wipes them down unceremoniously on the towels beneath them, the taste of Yunho lingering on his tingling lips.
His own dick is still uncomfortably hard as steel, the fabric of the swimming trunks doing absolutely nothing to conceal the clear outline of his length. It begs for attention, for pressure, for anything. But with the way Yunho is staring at the ceiling with glossy eyes, fucked-out and disoriented and obviously drained, he wouldn’t really mind shoving a hand down and jerking himself off at the erotic sight of Yunho basking in the afterglow, a mess of water and cum and sweat, like how Wooyoung loves him best.
So, consider him surprised when Yunho suddenly scrambles up on his bony knees, crawling closer to Wooyoung. He is still shaking through the aftershocks as he presses wet, messy open-mouthed kisses all over the younger’s cheek, nuzzling the skin while panting hard, his breath hot and moist and oh so alluring on Wooyoung’s damp cheeks.
“Let me suck you off,” he breathes, voice still shaky and husky, blinking away the last remains of tears before giving Wooyoung the most perfect pleading puppy eyes.
“Please, Woo, wanna suck you off so bad, wanna make you come‒”
“God,” Wooyoung grits out from between clenched teeth at Yunho's begging, his hand flying down to squeeze himself tightly at the base of his throbbing dick. He's close already, always gets incredibly turned on by pleasing his partner and pulling all sorts of wonderful reactions and sounds out of them, especially when said partner is as sensitive as Yunho, reacting so beautifully to his every touch.
With a sweet kiss on Yunho's cum striked tummy, he removes himself from between the older's quivering legs and gets up on his feet.
“C’mere then, baby,” he purrs, intending to make it sound like a sultry demand, but there's not much authority in his tone with how raspy and weak his voice sounds.
Yunho instantly follows, shuffles closer on his knees, protected from the unforgiving tiles with the towels cushioning him, and brings his hands up to curl around the waistband of Wooyoung's swimming shorts that are soaked with more than just pool water.
Long, dexterous thumbs hook under the elastic, and they both hold their breath as Yunho slides the fabric down, down, down.
The wet smack of Wooyoung's weeping cock against his moist stomach is so loud that it startles him, and he moans low in his throat at the sensation of his hypersensitive wet crown slapping on his tummy, completely oblivious to the fact that his swimming trunks are pooling rather inelegantly around his ankles.
Looking down, Yunho doesn’t seem to mind either ‒ Wooyoung finds the other thirstily staring at his cock with his jaw already dropped slack in muscle memory, his pink tongue lolling out invitingly. He rubs his cheek against the inside of Wooyoung’s hand, where it’s cradled sweetly in the younger’s palm, the gesture tender and intimate.
He blinks up at Wooyoung through his long lashes that are clumped together from both the pool water and the tears, one shaking hand coming up to wrap itself around Wooyoung’s dick, biting his lip at the weight and hotness of the pulsating length.
Yunho leans in, exhales with a shudder, and then ‒
The second Yunho’s red bitten lips press the softest kiss on his dripping cockhead, chaste and tender like the kisses mere seconds ago on his cheeks, Wooyoung’s brain turns to mush and leaks out from his ears.
Fuck, he isn’t gonna last long.
Yunho laps at his crown, gratefully licking away any musky fluid that oozes from the slit, the salty moisture gathering in the dip of his tongue, never breaking eye contact with Wooyoung.
“Yun,” mewls Wooyoung, not even bothering to hide how wrecked he sounds already as he watches how Yunho guides his tip all over his moist lips, torturously slow and sensual, leaving a sticky trail of precum in its wake, before smiling deceivingly sweet and swallowing Wooyoung all the way to the hilt.
“Yunho, oh fuck‒”
Wooyoung nearly doubles over at the overwhelming sensation, and the hand that’s resting on Yunho’s warm cheek makes its way to the older boy’s hair where trembling fingers twist themselves into the damp, jet black hair for purchase, for a lifeline. He tugs at the strands desperately, his knees buckling as Yunho’s pleased moan vibrates through every cell in his body, torn between wanting to yank the older boy closer to him or pulling him off his cock completely, the feeling too overpowering, too much.
His cock hits the back of Yunho's tight throat and Wooyoung wants to die on the spot as his balls tighten even more.
But Yunho stays put, just looks Wooyoung straight in the eyes while nuzzling the tip of his nose in the wiry curls at the base of Wooyoung’s dick, a gurgling, disgusting sound seeping from between his spit soaked lips as his tongue laps at the younger’s balls.
“Oh my God,” Wooyoung gasps, because even the most down to earth atheist like him could turn into a God loving man with Jeong fucking Yunho between his legs, sucking cock like he was born to do so and looking like an angel send down straight from Heaven.
He should know better, and yet his eyes travel down, arousal hitting him like both a slap in the face and a punch to the gut as he gawks at how two, three more tears escape from the corners of Yunho’s red‒rimmed eyes, sliding down his obscenely stretched cheeks. His flushed face is all blotchy red and pink from both his orgasm and from crying, and if Wooyoung could put the world on pause and take tens, if not hundreds of pictures of this exact moment, he would.
Flames licks at the base of Wooyoung’s spine and zaps of electricity have him wobbling on his feet, his legs already starting to feel like jelly. His tummy contracts ‒ a warning of his impending orgasm creeping unto him way too fast, way too soon.
Spit trickles down the corners of Yunho's stretched mouth, messy and vile and disgusting in all the best ways, the frothy liquid decorating the column of his long neck before dripping down onto the towels, soiling them with more than just sweat and chlorine water.
Thankfully, both for Wooyoung’s sanity and for his ego, the latter getting crushed to smithereens if he came in Yunho’s mouth the moment those plush lips wrapped around him, Yunho pulls off.
He sputters and coughs wetly, more tears cascading down his cheeks, but the cunning smile around his lips doesn’t fade.
“You absolute fucking menace,” hisses Wooyoung, yet there is no malicious intent behind his words, not with how his tone is needy and croaky. He punctuates the last words with a tug on Yunho’s hair, mean and harsh, but his hands are trembling so badly that it doesn’t even come close to a warning.
Yunho just smirks at him, and the glistening of his sharp teeth should absolutely not excite Wooyoung as much as they do. He wants, no, needs to feel them graze ever so slightly over his length, the tips barely digging into his crown, the mere thought making him groan defeatedly.
As always, Yunho seems to read him like a book as well.
Holding Wooyoung’s dick with one of those big hands, Yunho licks a sopping wet stripe up, all the way from Wooyoung’s tightening balls to his scarlet cockhead, tracing the blue and purple veins slowly, leisurely. He repeats the motion, but this time, he curls his lips back just enough to show his canines, and ghosts them over the entire length before softly, so softly letting them sink in Wooyoung’s tip.
A new layer of goosebumps litter Wooyoung’s arms, and now it’s his turn to tremble through a full body shiver, his mouth falling open in a long, drawn out moan.
“S-shit, puppy, yeah fuck, l-like that‒”
With a hum, Yunho lightly scrapes his teeth over Wooyoung’s crown, gently nibbling, just enough pressure for the sensation to dance on that treacherous line between pain and pleasure.
Ecstasy builds and builds. Blood buzzes in Wooyoung’s ears, the disruptive noises of the pool filter fading into the background until it’s just his own harsh panting and the sopping wet noises from between his legs.
When Yunho’s heavenly mouth is back on his cock and he starts to bob his head, nice and slow, it’s like a match getting thrown to the gasoline bubbling deep, deep within Wooyoung’s lower stomach. A steady, warm hand that tightens just right holds the base of his cock as Yunho sets a pace, creating delicious warm wet softness that encloses around Wooyoung’s dick with every movement back and forth.
“You’re always so good to me,” Wooyoung moans, and even through the cotton in his brain and his mind taken over by lust, he speaks nothing but the truth ‒ Yunho knows exactly what makes him tick, what gets him hot and bothered, what shoves him closer and closer to the edge.
He plants his unsteady feet into the ground, toes curling around the soft fabric of the towel to keep himself from bucking his hips and thrusting into Yunho’s willing mouth, knowing fully well in the back of his head that the older wouldn’t protest, would just sit pretty and take it, and that’s exactly the problem.
Yunho always manages to make him cum embarrassingly fast, and Wooyoung is grasping at the last remains of his willpower not to give in, but to drag this out as long as possible.
“Fuck, baby, ‘s so good,” he whines again, his eyes crossing when Yunho tongues at his ultrasensitive glance. “So fucking good, pup, don’t stop, God your fucking mouth‒”
Yunho accepts the blabber of compliments and praises with a thankful whimper of his own, his tongue swirling around Wooyoung’s cockhead at a particular delightful and experienced twist of his wrist, causing the man above him to choke on a pitiful sob.
His pretty puppy eyes are still transfixed on Wooyoung’s hooded gaze, big and wet and pleading as he sucks the younger off, dipping the tip of his tongue into the oozing slit, appreciating every spurt of precum that floods his mouth.
Lightheaded and dizzy from all the blood that rapidly rushes south, Wooyoung balls his free hand into a tight fist, but it's no use, not with how Yunho moans around his cock like he's the one getting his soul sucked out through his dick.
It’s all becoming too much for Wooyoung ‒ the everlasting taste of Yunho on his lips, Yunho looking up at him, that warm, wet mouth and that clever tongue on where he’s hot and hard and dripping.
“Close,” he grits out, desperate and gritty like boots in gravel. “Fuck, ‘m close, Yun‒”
His mewls, whines, his fingers tightening in Yunho’s inky black locks as Yunho hums, the vibrations combined with his soft tongue so intense that Wooyoung feels as if he’s burning alive, every nerve in his body on fire.
With a disgustingly obscene wet ‘pop’, the man on his knees slides off Wooyoung’s cock, but doesn’t retreat, doesn’t withdraw, keeps sweetly kissing the tip and twisting his hand up and down.
“Come on my face,” Yunho begs, and Wooyoung is pretty sure his brain short circuits as the older sticks out his tongue ‒ an invitation, an offer he can’t resist even if he wanted to.
“Fuck , s-shit,” Wooyoung moans, stunned and dumbstruck. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Yunho‒”
He takes over, his vision starting to blur at the edges just like it did earlier, gripping his throbbing cock in a tight fist and building a delicious rhythm that accelerates with every passing second, causing his head to tip back momentarily.
He is so hard and hot and needy that he can feel his thundering heartbeat pulsating through the veins in his dick, and his pulse only increases when he forces himself to look at Yunho sitting all pretty between his legs with big, expectant teary eyes and his mouth open.
His hand flies over his cock, the tempo rapid and relentless, the slide eased by Yunho’s sopping spit still coating his entire length, another way of leaving his taste on Wooyoung’s body. Both his balls and the coil in his stomach tighten impossibly so, and then…
Faster, way faster than Wooyoung expected, his orgasm hits him like a freight train, white-hot fire exploding in his veins.
Before he can open his mouth to warn Yunho, it slams into him like a meteor, so intense and overpowering that he has to grip the other’s shoulder with his free hand to keep from toppling over.
A guttural moan that seems to come from the deepest depths within Wooyoung’s body crawls its way out of his throat, and with the last sliver of sanity left, he aims his cock at Yunho’s face just in time before the first spurt all but bursts out of him.
It lands diagonally across Yunho’s forehead, nose and chin, and Wooyoung is too far gone to bite his lip to keep his pathetic whines from escaping his lips at the borderline pornographic sight. Yunho just sighs and fucking giggles, delighted, blissful, his eyelashes fluttering shut at the sensation of hot cum befouling his handsome features.
From above him, Wooyoung mewls and wails as he marks Yunho’s face, his noises almost deafening in the echo-like chamber of the pool, fighting to keep his eyes open, to not miss a single moment of Yunho willingly taking everything Wooyoung gives him.
Yunho gladly accepts it, grins dopily and moans thankfully as more streaks of white cover his cheeks and red bitten lips, hungrily chasing the spurts that threaten to miss his face, squeezing one eye shut to prevent Wooyoung’s cum from dripping into it.
However cliché it may be, he looks like a fucking artwork, his handsome face literally painted by the other and glowing through the aftermath of his own orgasm. Wooyoung shakes and trembles and shivers through both his peak and the realisation, his jaw slack, groaning and moaning brokenly.
Wooyoung’s noises ultimately decrease into soft whimpers as the last pathetic spurts eventually land on Yunho’s tongue, who immediately swallows it down. The younger can only stare down dumbly when Yunho scoops up his spend with two of those long fingers and smears it onto his tongue, smirking impishly as he sucks his digits squeaky clean.
“Holy fuck,” he mimics Yunho from earlier, “holy fuck, Yunho.”
He can’t bear to stand any longer. His legs are wobbly and unsteady, and thankfully, Yunho sneaks his strong arms around Wooyoung’s waist and guides him down until he’s sitting on the messy crumpled up towels, gulping and heaving for air as the intense aftershocks shoot through his entire body.
It's like his brain has actually leaked through his dick when he was orgasming, because he can only stare dumbly at Yunho. Yunho, who should absolutely not look so goddamn attractive with a face that is blotchy from crying, pinks and reds in various hues mixed with the pearly white streaks of drying cum that cling enticingly to his soft, warm skin.
Admiring the older, Wooyoung just allows himself to take him all in with glassy eyes and breathes:
“You're so hot, what the fuck.”
Yunho chuckles and blushes at that and lets him sag against him, allowing the younger to catch his breath as he wraps a sweaty arm around him, pulling him close and pressing a kiss on Wooyoung’s scalp, smiling against his silver hair. He maneuvers both their bodies and scoots forwards on the towels so that they can sling their legs into the water, the temperature doing absolute wonders for their drained bodies.
It takes Wooyoung a while to regain his sanity, longer than he would like to admit. He brushes his sweat soaked bleached hair back from his face and takes a few deep breaths in and out to calm himself, all while slumped against Yunho like a ragdoll, boneless and worn out.
The older boy just holds him close, the pads of his fingers tracing calming patterns on his arm.
Wooyoung breathes him in. Chlorine still sticks to his paler skin, thick and impermeable, but through that, Yunho smells like himself, like sweat, like sex, like Wooyoung. Like summer.
When he cranes his neck to look at the taller boy, both his heart skips two beats and his treacherous spent dick twitches in interest when he sees that there are almost no traces of his cum left on Yunho's flushed face. Judging the way the older boy’s throat clicks audibly as he swallows with a wicked expression and opens his mouth to show Wooyoung that it's all neat and nice and clean, his fingers wiping the last tacky remains on the stained towels beneath them, that can only mean one thing.
“Hot and fucking filthy,” Wooyoung spits, his tone anything but accusatory or viscous or mean, and Yunho just shrugs with a smirk, intertwining their legs under the water.
For a brief moment, there is nothing else but the sounds of water sloshing over the sides and the sensation of two bodies snuggly against each other in the dimly lit, weirdly comfortable liminal space of the pool.
“Let’s get dressed,” Wooyoung breaks the silence after a while. “The others are probably wondering why we’re not back yet.”
“And what will you tell them?” asks Yunho, the corners of his mouth curling into a shiteating grin, playfully biting down Wooyoung’s shoulder, his eyes shimmering with mirth.
“‘Sorry, I was set on eating my bandmate out in a public pool and I got so lost in it that I totally forgot about the time, and then he sucked me off so good that I was coming on his face in under five minutes’?”
Wooyoung doesn’t answer Yunho’s bratty comment, at least not with words.
He fishes Yunho’s forgotten, soaked swimming trunks out of the pool with the help of his toes, his own grin widening as Yunho yelps and scrambles to his feet. Their loud laughs bounce off the walls as Wooyoung chases him with the threatening sopping wet garment in his hand, both naked as the day they were born, sliding dangerously over the sopping tiles and giggling like idiots.
Maybe summers in South-Korea aren’t that bad after all.