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Dohyeon wonders why his skin is on fire despite the four degree weather in Iceland.
Wonders is a nice word. Makes it seem like he's clueless about the raging blush on his face that hasn't died down the moment they've arrived for the photoshoot. Lets him have the grace of pretending that he hasn't caught on Peanut's stares ever since.
He's not immensely familiar with Peanut, but he's not stupid. Han Wangho is a force to be reckoned with—that much he knows, a fact that everyone knows, to be exact. His performance in the LCK has been insane, a formidable jungler and captain that transformed Nongshim Redforce into a top team. Peanut left China last year, but the whispers and stories about him remain, even when Dohyeon arrives a couple of months later. Dohyeon is no stranger to what Peanut has achieved on this land in such a short amount of time, and what he's been achieving in their homeland miles away.
He vaguely remembers interacting with him before, back in Griffin. He would ask to play with him like a starry-eyed junior, eager to be interacting with such a hotshot veteran. Dohyeon had no shame back then, but still, Peanut would gratify his selfish requests almost every time like they're friends. Maybe they were. Or maybe Peanut is just a nice person. Dohyeon doesn't know. He'd like to forget the times he would send crying emotes to Peanut whenever his wishes weren't granted like he's some kind of abandoned pet. He wonders what Peanut thought of him then. He remembers Peanut acknowledging his skills back in Longzhu when he debuted, but that's about it. Dohyeon has that interview burned in his memory so he could never forget.
That was the last of it though. Peanut left for China the next year and Dohyeon went on to have the worst year of his life in HLE. Neither did they ever meet again, nor did Dohyeon continue to bother Peanut's messages to keep playing with him.
Maybe it was for the best, because Dohyeon is barely holding it together now that Peanut is a few feet away, ogling at him like he's a museum artifact to be stared at. He doesn't know if he's just imagining things, because no one is pointing it out to tease him. Knowing his teammates, especially Tianye, he would've already jabbed his waist and asked if he's been keeping a boyfriend in Korea from them. Instead, his five brothers remain seated on the couch provided and dozed off, bundled in heavy winter coats and heat packs. Except for Junjia who's munching on some chips.
Maybe it's really just him. Why would Peanut look his way anyway? Dohyeon wears his face mask back after stealing some of Junjia's chips to hide the irrational redness on his face that he can only blame to the cold. It's probably just my imagination.
“Hey, Lijie, you're needed.” Xuanjun hurriedly says, tapping on Lijie's arm rather aggressively to wake the jungler up.
“Huh?”
“They need to film you! Peanut and Junjia's been standing there for a while, you know. I'm getting embarrassed for you.”
Lijie immediately throws the pillow from his face and stands up, awkwardly patting down his already styled hair as if he's afraid he accidentally ruined it. Yechan snorts before laughing to himself.
“Seriously, this guy. He needs to be thankful that Peanut is nice.” Tianye nags, stealing the shared chips from Yechan's hands, which the midlaner immediately groans to. “If it was any other jungler, he'd get flamed.”
Dohyeon blinks, slowly having the courage to finally look at Peanut again. Thankfully, the junglers aren't facing any of them, instead listening to the staff on what he wants them to do for the clip. He's really short, Dohyeon unconsciously thinks. And while anyone who stands next to Lijie would look small, Peanut barely even reaches his shoulder.
Despite his rather cute appearance, he carries himself with the poise of someone who's in charge. There is a sense of command that surrounds Peanut, and Dohyeon hears it with the way he talks to his teammates, sees it with the way he crosses his arms when he's focused, and feels it with the way he stares Dohyeon down when they greeted each other earlier.
Dohyeon removes his winter coat from how much he starts sweating.
“Why are you hot?” Yechan asks, throwing a small piece of corn chip at him just because he can. Xuanjun immediately scolds him for being messy. Dohyeon picks the corn chip from the floor and throws it back to Yechan just to be annoying, and it doesn't take a while until Tianye is nagging the both of them to cut it out.
He's thankful that he didn't need to take some pictures with Peanut, because of course, he's not a jungler. Deokdam is pretty respectful and kept the conversations to a minimum when it was his turn, but he oddly keeps on glancing behind Dohyeon and trying not to laugh whenever the camera isn't flashing. They take pretty generic photos, one where they're standing back to back, one where they're staring each other down, and one where they're both looking at the Worlds trophy. It creates the narrative itself, two ADCs of the same age that also debuted around the same time, fighting for their first Worlds trophy.
When it's done, he bows respectfully to Deokdam, mutters a Thank you for your hard work in Korean, and turns back around.
Peanut is there, watching with a faint smirk. Watching Deokdam, he assumes, but it sends all the blood from his body up to his face for no reason. He awkwardly shifts his feet and goes the other way, but stops again and decides to hurriedly bow to Peanut before jogging back to his teammates.
Why the fuck did I do that?
“Why are you so tense?” Tianye laughs, patting his shoulder so roughly that Dohyeon almost stumbles. “Was Deokdam too intimidating?”
He hears Xuanjun giggle. “Well, he is pretty handsome, you know?”
Dohyeon raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“Deokdam.” Xuanjun whispers, looking around as if any of the Nongshim players are nearby. “Isn't he kind of handsome?”
Dohyeon scratches the top of his head. “I guess.”
“Wrong Nongshim player.” Yechan says with a snark, earning a late loud laugh from Tianye as if he's figured something out. Oh no.
“What? What, tell me, what is it!” Xuanjun bothers Tianye by tapping his back repeatedly, who's still laughing loudly. Much to Dohyeon's dismay, it catches Lijie's attention, who asks Junjia what's going on.
“Hey—”
It doesn't take a while until Xuanjun is laughing as well, hurriedly whispering something to Lijie and Junjia. Dohyeon's face fumes under his face mask.
“How did I not notice? Oh god, Daoxian, it's really obvious now that I think about it—” Tianye snorts, then very obviously looks back to where Peanut is standing. Dohyeon groans and throws a pillow at him.
“Can your voice get any louder?”
“So what, we're speaking Chinese!”
“Wasn't he in the LPL last year?” Junjia says in between his giggles, and Dohyeon buries his face to his own palms while his ears flame.
He leaves them in their own ruckus, preferring to not speak a word in fear of making it worse. He, however, makes the mistake of looking up to Peanut again, who's already looking back at him. Peanut holds his gaze like he's not even a little bit bothered that he's caught staring, his lips lifting up slightly to show a sly smile. All the hairs on the back of Dohyeon's neck stand up, unable to look away from the jungler like he's hypnotized.
“Boys, come on, the bus is here!” Their manager suddenly exclaims, making Dohyeon jump from his seat and tear his gaze away from the Peanut. His teammates continue to tease him on the way out, only stopping when the sudden cold wind almost knocks them all to the floor, dramatically clinging to each other like children.
“Why me?”
“What do you mean why you?” Lijie snorts, throwing the jersey from his hands at Dohyeon to urge him to get up from his bed. “They're making Deokdam swap jerseys, do we have another ADC that I don't know of?”
Dohyeon groans, burying his face deeper into his pillow. Just his luck, Nongshim is sending their jungler and ADC to swap jerseys, which means Dohyeon will be forced to meet and talk with Peanut again. It doesn't help that Lijie has that annoying knowing look on his face that tells him he's not about to behave in front of the Nongshim players.
“I'm not going to translate anything for you.”
Lijie laughs again, tugging on Dohyeon's leg to force him away from his bed. “Come on! I promise I won't say anything bad.”
“Already unbelievable.”
There's a knock on his door and it immediately makes Dohyeon's head throb. It's probably their manager, ready to scold them for taking so long. Without much of a choice, he forces himself to stand up and fix his hair in front of the small mirror, ignoring Lijie's comments on how he suddenly wants to look presentable for no reason.
The coldness of the hotel hallways seep under Dohyeon's jacket as they walk, clutching on the provided EDG Viper jersey he's holding given to him by their manager. He doesn't know why he's so nervous. Or to be more specific, he doesn't know why Peanut makes him nervous. It's not like they've exchanged more than ten words to each other the moment they've met here. In fact, Peanut looks polite. Harmless, even. If he didn't know any better, he would've mistaken him as a young rookie. He's not scary, and quite far from it.
But Dohyeon's stomach churns, palms sweating in nervousness the longer he keeps treading down this long hallway.
Maybe he just ate something bad. He tries to recollect in his mind what he ate for the past days staying in this hotel. It's full of Chinese food, familiar and comfortable. It can't be the food, then. Is it jet lag? Is it possible to feel jet lag a week after the flight? Perhaps he's homesick. Yeah. Maybe he just misses home.
He doesn't even realize he's standing in front of the Nongshim players already until both of them bow. Dohyeon immediately blinks and staggers on his feet, bowing awkwardly and accidentally saying good evening in Chinese. Lijie snorts loudly, making Dohyeon's face flame before correcting himself immediately.
“I mean—”
“It's okay, we understood.” Peanut smiles at him, and Dohyeon can't help but feel like his eyes are staring right into his soul, making his body freeze.
“Please stand in a line showing the jerseys.” The cameraman spoke, both in Korean and Chinese. Lijie looks at him and signals him to stand beside Peanut, and it takes everything in Dohyeon not to say fuck off out loud, but is immediately defeated when Peanut himself stands next to him. He faintly hears Lijie giggling beside him, but he clears his throat loudly to try and collect himself.
He's really small. Dohyeon scolds himself in his head because that's not the right way to think of someone you barely know. It's also not appropriate to think so much about how cute Peanut looks when he's looking up at him, pink cheeks and heart-shaped lips and all. What? Dohyeon's grip on his jersey tightens. He silently prays he doesn't look constipated in the pictures they just took.
“I'm a huge fan, Viper.” Deokdam suddenly says after the cameras stop flashing, handing his NS Deokdam jersey to him while his free hand hangs in the air for a handshake. Dohyeon immediately takes the jersey and gives his own, firmly shaking Deokdam's hand politely while uttering softly.
“Oh, thank you so much. I've also watched some LCK matches this year. You're really good.”
“Oh really? Don't come back yet though, you're a tough opponent.” Deokdam jokes, making Dohyeon laugh at the jab.
“I'm honored that you think so, but I can say the same for you.”
Deokdam puts his hand to his chest like he's touched. “You're too humble!”
Peanut suddenly joins the conversation smoothly, making Dohyeon freeze to his spot.
“That's why he's called laogong, don't you know that, Daegil?”
Deokdam looks at Peanut with confused eyes, but the sweat at the back of Dohyeon's neck intensifies the way Peanut keeps his gaze on Dohyeon alone, lips tugged in a polite smile yet the knowing glint in his eyes shine behind his glasses. “Laogong. It means husband. They call him that in China.”
Lijie seems to understand the conversation despite not knowing Korean because of the word laogong, immediately turning around to laugh. The redness on Dohyeon's face goes down to his neck, and his eyes remain focused on Peanut's gaze despite the obvious embarrassment on his face.
“I— uh.. well—”
“I'm not really surprised,” Deokdam replies, a small chuckle escaping his mouth. “You do look like you have a lot of fangirls.”
“I-It's not that—”
“You're kinda like Wangho hyung here. Total celebrity.”
Peanut doesn't get fazed at the jab, like he's heard it countless times before. Instead, he eyes Dohyeon, taunting and alluring.
“I'm definitely not on hubby's level, though.”
Dohyeon coughs, immediately turning his neck away to do so. He can feel the heat on his face, and he desperately wants to hide. He doesn't know if Lijie patting his back aggressively is an attempt to comfort him or to tease him even more, considering he can still hear the faint giggles from the other.
“Please pose with the swapped jerseys and form a line again.”
He's desperately gripping on the Nongshim jersey like it's his lifeline, jaw clenched and teeth grinding each other as Peanut makes himself comfortable again next to him, bumping his shoulder against his arm. There's a thick wall of tension between them that suffocates Dohyeon, and he doesn't know if it's just him.
“Thank you very much.” All four of them bow at each other, and Dohyeon would've already ran off just to save face if Deokdam didn't start speaking again.
“It's really nice talking to you, Viper. You can come back to Korea anytime soon, I was just kidding.” Deokdam politely smiles, earning a small chuckle from him. “I'm sure you miss home.”
“I do.” Dohyeon nods, looking down at the Nongshim jersey in his hands. “I miss the food. Even something as simple as Nongshim noodles. It's been a while.”
Deokdam laughs. “Just the logo on our jersey made you hungry, huh?”
“I have a lot of extra packs left.” Peanut suddenly says behind him, alerting Dohyeon again. “I can't eat all of them.”
“Hyung, you should've given some to me!” Deokdam huffs, but Peanut gives him a look that makes the ADC immediately shut up. “Nevermind. Viper, you can go get it.”
“Huh?”
“Wangho hyung is offering you his food from his room. He doesn't do that to just anyone.”
“I would appreciate it if my dearest Daegil would stop lying.”
Deokdam busts out laughing. “Fine, fine. Wangho hyung is very generous, actually. So you should take advantage of it— I'm kidding!”
Lijie gives him a look, as if to ask what's going on. He makes a show of pursing his lips, to which Lijie dramatically pouts.
“Only if you want to though, Viper.” Peanut says softly, looking up at him again, making his insides churn. He realizes that he really likes the way Peanut says his name. “My room number is 5003. Just along this hallway. Feel free to come by so we can eat ramen together.”
The invitation is there. Feel free to visit me in my room. Dohyeon coughs into his fist awkwardly at the thought. He's sure it's just a polite gesture and it's just his stupid brain making it more than what it actually is, but Peanut's stare lingers, making Dohyeon nod unconsciously to him like he's being controlled.
“Okay. I will.”
He walks back to his room stiffly, and the poor Nongshim jersey crumples in his hands from how tight he was gripping onto it. Lijie elbows him, desperate and curious.
“Hey, hey, you didn't translate shit!”
“That's what I said earlier, didn't I?”
Lijie whines dramatically, shaking Dohyeon's shoulders like a kid. “Come on, Daoxian! I won't tell the others.”
“You and I both know that's not true.”
“Okay, maybe just Tianye.”
“The worst one you could've picked.”
Lijie laughs, slapping Peanut's jersey to his back gently. “Fine whatever. I'll tell everyone you looked constipated meeting Peanut instead.”
Dohyeon opens the door of his hotel room once they reach it, giving Lijie a playful glare. “Do what you want.”
He throws himself to his bed, his face buried on the mattress. The invitation lingers in his head, turning his neck to look at his door again. Why is he even thinking about it? Just minutes ago, he was barely keeping himself together just walking towards the older jungler. There's no way he would be able to act normally in the confinements of the other's hotel room, with just the two of them. What would they even talk about? Would he just grab the Nongshim noodles and bolt out? That would be rude. He should at least try to make conversation. A simple how's LCK recently? Or a lighthearted one, maybe. How much do I owe you? No, that sounds creepy. I really missed these noodles. That sounds pathetic. Why would he say that? Peanut doesn't care if he misses eating instant noodles, for fuck's sake. He should just go there and say thank you after getting the noodles and leave like a normal person.
With a groan, he forces himself to stand up again, walking briskly to his door like he's on a mission. 5003. He unconsciously clenches his fists like he's gripping on an imaginary stress ball the more he looks for the number plastered against the doors. Once he's in front of Peanut's room, Dohyeon takes a deep breath before gently knocking on it.
It takes a while before he hears some rustling inside. Maybe this is a bad idea. Was Peanut just being polite? Maybe the invitation wasn't serious. He's already contemplating whether to turn the other way when Peanut opens the door, face not even a little bit surprised like he's been waiting.
“H-Hi.” Fuck, why do I keep stuttering? “Uhm…”
“Come in.”
Dohyeon awkwardly stands by the door once Peanut locks it, refusing to walk further in like he's not welcome. The jungler notices it, looking back at him with a chuckle.
“Why are you just standing there?”
“Well, because I don't want to intrude.”
Peanut suddenly stays still, looking back at him with a neutral expression. Dohyeon can't help but feel small under his gaze, like he doesn't stand taller than the other, forcing his eyes to stare at the floor like he's being scolded.
“I invited you here, Dohyeon-ssi. You're not intruding.”
Dohyeon opens his mouth, his cheeks reddening immediately. “O-Oh, okay.”
“I hope you don't mind me calling you by your name.”
“No! Not at all.” Dohyeon awkwardly laughs, slowly dragging his feet to walk further in the room just because Peanut told him so. The jungler is crouched on the floor, shifting through his bottom drawers full of food.
“You can call me hyung too.”
Dohyeon doesn't know why that makes him flush, almost choking on his own breath like he's taken aback. It's such a normal sentence. He needs to get it together before he starts embarrassing himself further in front of him.
“Okay… uh.. Wangho hyung..”
Wangho looks up at him from the floor, eyeing him like he's thinking something. Dohyeon feels small again, like he isn't the one looking down. There's something about the way Wangho looks at him that makes him feel unveiled, like he's being stripped down under his scrutiny. The weird thing is he doesn't feel uncomfortable, just… a bit exposed. The jungler suddenly smiles at him, innocent and friendly.
“You’re really tense.”
Dohyeon takes a sharp inhale. Turns out the stares aren't for show. Wangho does read him like a book, and his mouth doesn't hold back from commenting either. If it was any other person, Dohyeon would find it rude, but instead he just feels nervous. “I don't know why I am. I think I'm just tired.”
“Are you?” Wangho says, hands still rummaging through his drawer. “You did a great job with today's match though.”
Dohyeon gulps, suddenly feeling shy. “You were watching?”
“Of course I was.” Wangho huffs. “Why wouldn't I?”
Dohyeon suddenly realizes it was a stupid question. “R-Right. Uh.. thanks?” He mentally curses himself for the even stupider reply. “That makes me happy.” He mentally shouts at himself for doubling down. He should really just keep his mouth closed. He shuts his eyes tightly in embarrassment, refusing to look at Wangho in fear that he's going to make fun of him. But the laugh never comes, yet when he opens his eyes, he's welcomed by Wangho standing closely in front of him, staring at him in amusement.
“Hyung—”
“Are you alright?” Wangho smiles, and Dohyeon knows better by now than to assume that it's innocent. It's more of a smirk, now that he looks at it closely, and he didn't just imagine the glint in those eyes before. It's glaring at him now, like Wangho's pleased with the way Dohyeon's squirming under it. He almost forgets to breathe.
“I— You—” Dohyeon tries his best to collect himself. Just what on Earth is Wangho doing to him? “You just make me nervous, hyung.”
He expects Wangho to be taken aback, or even a little bit surprised, but the jungler just tilts his head with a growing smirk on his lips like he's expected it, and it immediately sends chills down Dohyeon's spine.
“Do I?”
Dohyeon has never felt what it's like to be trapped before, but if he takes a guess what it would feel like, it would be like this. He suddenly feels like he can't do anything, let alone letting out an exhale, in fear of saying or doing the wrong thing. But there is no wrong thing. He's pretty sure there isn't one. He just can't help but feel like he has the need to say the right thing to Wangho. Like he needs to please him. To satisfy him.
Dohyeon has never felt this way before.
“You do.”
There's a sense of satisfaction in his chest with the way Wangho's face beams, like that was the right thing to say. He wants to do that again. He wants to see Wangho pleased. It's like he's slowly getting hypnotized with whatever this is.
“Why is that, Dohyeonnie?”
His breath hitches with the way Wangho whispers his name, and it takes him a while to realize that the other moved closer to him, his warmth radiating its way around Dohyeon. He can't help but shift his eyes to the other's lips, immediately bringing them back up again like he's afraid he's going to get caught.
“I-I don't know.” Dohyeon mutters honestly, feeling a little bit dizzy with the proximity between them. “I just am.”
“Do you hate it?” Wangho asks, eyes still boring onto him like he's got him all figured out. “Does it make you uncomfortable?”
Dohyeon gulps, already shaking his head, immovable even if Wangho is slowly shifting closer.
“Because if you are, I'll give you the chance to leave now.”
A beat, and two. Dohyeon stays where he is.
Wangho pulls him down by his shirt and crashes their lips together, and Dohyeon's knees almost give out on himself if the older’s hands weren't on him. He pathetically whines in Wangho's mouth immediately, fists clenching as if he's waiting for permission to even touch Wangho while keeping them to himself. It makes Wangho chuckle in his mouth, forcing Dohyeon's hands to rest around the jungler's waist himself by pulling them. He immediately grips on Wangho's waist like he's trying to keep himself afloat, and it's getting harder to do so with the way the jungler kisses him like a man starved. He feels like his sanity is slowly fading away the deeper Wangho kisses him, tongue forcing its way inside Dohyeon's mouth while the other's hand combs its way through his hair. He can't help the moans that leave his mouth, loud and unfiltered, along with the filthy noises their lips make that echoes across the room.
He almost falls to the floor the moment they pull away if it weren't for Wangho holding him up, lips connected by a thin streak of saliva. Dohyeon unconsciously chases for Wangho's lips again, but the older man pulls away with a huff, licking his own lips clean. He can't help the whine that bubbles its way up his throat, making Wangho chuckle.
“Easy there.”
Dohyeon's face flames, immediately getting embarrassed. “I'm sorry.”
Wangho tilts his head, clearly amused. “Sorry?”
Dohyeon blinks, eyes clearly out of it. He forces a gulp in his dry throat. He simply nods, not knowing what to say next. Wangho gradually smiles, a dark gaze lingering on him like he's thought of something.
Wangho suddenly makes his way to his bed, sitting on the edge of it. Dohyeon uselessly staggers on his feet, unsure if he's supposed to sit next to him or if he should just stand there. The jungler looks up at him with a sneer.
“Kneel down.”
There's not a single second wasted before Dohyeon is already on his knees, resting his cheek on Wangho's thighs. Wangho chuckles, his hand making its way on Dohyeon's cheek, caressing it gently.
“You're really obedient, are you?”
The blush on Dohyeon's face deepens, humiliation seepings its way in his chest. He feels ashamed. He likes it. Why do I like it? He looks up at Wangho curiously, and the jungler is looking down at him with a smile so sinister that he turns cold. He likes it. Fuck, why do I like it?
Wangho is suddenly fixing the skewed glasses on Dohyeon's face, making the younger blink, before his hand goes back to gripping his chin up gently. “Are you not going to answer?”
“I-I am.” He mutters almost immediately, like he's chasing his own breath. “I am, hyung.”
He should be embarrassed admitting it out loud, even just a little. He should be humiliated with the way he's kneeling down. But all of his shame dissipates the moment Wangho smiles, and suddenly he wants to admit it again, again, and again.
“You're so cute,” Wangho hums, his thumb ghosting against Dohyeon's lips as he grips his chin up. “Like a puppy.”
Dohyeon suddenly groans the moment he feels Wangho's foot pressing down his boner gently. He slowly moves it around, making Dohyeon keel over and bury his face on Wangho's thighs for a bit, but the older immediately holds his face back up again to make him look at him.
“Has anyone ever called you that?” Wangho whispers, his foot continuously pressing against Dohyeon's clothed dick. “A puppy?”
Dohyeon nods pathetically, biting his lip in an effort to stop himself from groaning again. Wangho just gives him a sly smile, thumb caressing Dohyeon's cheek gently. “Oh really? I'm not surprised. You have a lot of nicknames, huh? Laogong?”
He whines, right hand flying to his boner to palm it down and try to relieve himself, to which Wangho immediately responds.
“Hands off.”
Dohyeon groans softly, his hands gripping on the bed instead, beside Wangho's legs. “Hyung, please—”
“Did I tell you to do that?”
Dohyeon shakes his head, lowering it in shame. His ears turn red in embarrassment. Wangho's foot also stops pressing down on his bulge, and he can't help but think he's done the wrong thing.
“I'm sorry.”
Wangho doesn't say anything for a while. Dohyeon pathetically squirms under him, trying to ignore the raging boner beneath his sweatpants that it's starting to hurt.
“Hyung…”
Wangho looks down on him with his face devoid of any emotion, eyes cold behind his own glasses. Dohyeon bites on his tongue, swallowing down any of his pride in desperation.
“Hyung, please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again.”
That seems to do the trick the way Wangho tilts his head. Dohyeon repeats himself. “I-I promise, I'll be—”
Wangho raises his eyebrow quizzically. Dohyeon gulps, lips stuttering.
“I'll be good.”
Wangho's eyes glint darkly, lips gradually forming a smirk.
“Good boy.”
Dohyeon could come in his pants, just like that. He could embarrass himself more by doing so, but he desperately controls himself, only letting out an uncontrollable whimper from his mouth. Wangho looks pleased all the same.
The older taps Dohyeon’s chin up, a silent order for him to look up. He immediately jerks his neck up obediently, hands still gripping on the sheets like he’s afraid of what might happen if he lets go. Wangho’s free thumb slips its way under the younger’s glasses and wipes the corner of Dohyeon’s eyes affectionately when he doesn’t even realize that they started getting misty in the first place. It should rattle him a little—getting so close to crying over getting edged from his release, but the thought of humiliation doesn’t even form itself when Wangho is looking down at him proudly. There’s a thump in his chest that makes its way up to his throat. I want him to look at me like that more.
“Come here.”
The sentence barely registers itself in Dohyeon’s fuzzy head, only letting out a small noise of confusion. “Huh?”
Wangho only pats the space beside him on the bed with his hand.
Dohyeon practically crawls to it, groaning out loud once his back hits the mattress. He doesn’t get the time to register what’s happening when Wangho is already straddling himself on Dohyeon’s lap like it’s his personal throne, earning a surprised gasp from the younger.
“Hyung—”
“Are you always this tense?” Wangho huffs, voice airy like he’s entertained. He makes a show of slowly unzipping his jacket while Dohyeon only gets to watch with his fists curled beside him in restraint. “I was under the impression that you’re laidback whenever I watch you.”
Dohyeon doesn’t know what to say. If he’s being honest, he feels like he’s lost the ability to speak overall like his tongue has failed him, let alone think of a coherent thought that doesn’t involve pathetically humping upwards like a dog in heat. Wangho slowly throws his jacket on the floor while staring into his eyes, eyebrow raising at him like he’s taunting him. It takes a while for Dohyeon to realize that he’s yet to give any answer.
“Um…” He whispers, eyes scurrying around like he’s going to find the answer somewhere here. He hears Wangho huff in amusement, his strong thighs gripping Dohyeon’s lap like he’s locking him down.
“It seems like I broke you.”
Dohyeon whines, face flushing a deep shade of red. “I’m sor—”
Wangho cuts his apology off by leaning down to kiss him deeply, earning a deep groan from the younger from the sudden contact. Dohyeon’s hands make their way to his waist, but stops himself before he could even touch him, uselessly hanging in the air instead like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
“You can touch me, you know?” Wangho suddenly whispers in his mouth, hand caressing Dohyeon’s cheek tenderly. “Why are you holding back?”
Dohyeon gulps, desperately holding himself back from chasing Wangho’s mouth again.
“You didn’t give me permission.”
Wangho stills, eyes blinking in surprise. This is probably the only time Dohyeon would come close in cracking the older, but it’s not long until Wangho is chuckling on his ear and pressing soft kisses on his jaw.
“How cute.”
The jungler forces Dohyeon’s hands himself to hold onto his waist, and the younger grips on it roughly as a response, hips moving upwards unconsciously towards Wangho’s groin. He moans out of pleasure—deep yet painfully strained, but when he has half the mind to do it again, Dohyeon realizes that he’s practically dry humping Wangho unprovoked. There’s already an apology at the tip of his tongue, but Wangho speaks again.
“It’s okay, puppy,” Wangho smiles, cunning and taunting. “Relieve yourself.”
Dohyeon whines, hips staggering up again in response that he doesn’t even think he’s controlling it himself. It feels so good, the friction of his still clothed cock against Wangho’s ass, making him delirious enough to forget any shame. But it doesn’t advance any further than that, and the pleasure is soon replaced by desperation and discomfort. It’s not enough. It’s not making Dohyeon reach his climax no matter how fast he goes. He’s panting and sweating beneath Wangho pathetically over nothing, who looks down at him with a grin like he’s not even bothered that he’s being used to chase his high. Like he’s entertained by all of this; Dohyeon dry humping him and failing miserably. Oh.
“Hyung, I can’t—”
“Can’t what?” Wangho sneers, and it sounds so belittling yet it almost sends Dohyeon to the climax he’s desperately trying to reach. “Puppy can’t cum without my help?”
Fuck. Whatever it is that Dohyeon said about Wangho being harmless earlier, he takes it back. The jungler is mean, incredibly so. He provokes Dohyeon like he enjoys playing with his food first before he eats it, not even caring if he even wants to take a bite at all. Maybe this is all just a ploy to humiliate Dohyeon for no reason. He thinks it’s vile, but god does it makes his cock twitch and send his brain into a haywire. Perhaps Wangho’s not even the filthiest one in this room after all.
He plops his arms back to the mattress uselessly, shaking his head adamantly like he’s surrendering. “I can’t, please hyung, just—”
“Please what?” Wangho whispers, cruel hands making their way to Dohyeon’s chest and feeling it slowly. The younger lets out a desperate exhale, brain so muddy he might as well pass out.
“Use me, touch me, I don’t know,” The desperation in Dohyeon’s plea echoes through the room, voice turning whiny and distressed. “Please… anything, hyung. It hurts, please..”
Wangho coos, and Dohyeon was almost under the impression that the older actually feels bad until he grinds down right against the other’s already leaking hard-on, agonizingly slow. It makes Dohyeon see stars, gripping on the sheets as he groans. Wangho does it again, and the younger actually starts fearing that he’s going to miserably cum in his pants, and it’s going to be the most dissatisfying and humiliating release of his life.
He chokes on his own breath the third time that Wangho does it. Dohyeon feels like he’s not even here anymore, mind so out of it that he’s just begging out loud in vain. Wangho is suddenly removing Dohyeon’s glasses and kissing his cheeks, and it makes him realize that he actually starts tearing up again from his grave desire. The older makes him sit up and rest his back against the headboard, big misty eyes looking up at Wangho, another plea already at the tip of his tongue.
“Sshhh.” Wangho hushes him before he can even speak, still pressing wet kisses on his face. “Let hyung take care of it.”
Wangho is suddenly pressing his own fingers against Dohyeon’s lips, and it shouldn’t have been so easy, but the younger opens his mouth without even wasting a second. He sucks on Wangho’s fingers slowly, trying not to choke over it when Wangho adds a third finger.
The jungler swiftly takes his own pants off, throwing it across the room carelessly. He slowly unzips Dohyeon’s pants as well, letting his aching cock finally spring out from his underwear. He inserts his own lubricated fingers in his hole, and Dohyeon’s breath hitches when he realizes it’s the same one he just put in his mouth. He restrains himself from jerking his hips up again, gulping uselessly at the sight of how both of their cocks twitch in front of him.
“Ah..” Wangho moans as he helps himself, and Dohyeon drinks every sound like it’s quenching his dry throat. He looks incredibly beautiful, cheeks flushed and lips wet as he whines. His permed hair looks even messier now, while his own thin glasses are skewed imperfectly on top of his nose. Dohyeon thinks he still looks majestic like this, even when he’s ruined and helplessly fucking himself with his own hand. He desperately wants to be the one doing it. To be the one making Wangho squirm and whine.
He touches Wangho’s hand, hesitant and careful. When the jungler doesn’t protest, Dohyeon slowly replaces Wangho’s fingers with his own inside him, immediately inserting them in his tight hole and fucks him with them. Wangho keels over and rests his forehead against Dohyeon’s neck, moaning so loudly that he’s almost sure someone walking past the room could hear. He doesn’t care. Dohyeon ruthlessly scissors his hole wide open, his back arching deliciously in pleasure.
“Stop.” Wangho barely exhales out, still panting against Dohyeon’s neck. The other immediately pulls his fingers away, and for some reason, he brings them back to his mouth, sucking on his own fingers and tasting Wangho enticingly. It brings the older into halt, staring at Dohyeon lick himself clean like it’s the tastiest thing he’s ever had.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Wangho huffs, taking the other’s hand from his own mouth and bringing it down to Dohyeon’s cock, helping him jerk himself off and coat it with his own saliva. “Do your teammates know how filthy you are, Viper? Do your fans in China know how nasty their laogong is?”
Dohyeon hisses, eyes shut tightly as he moans. “N-No—”
“What would they think, hm?” Wangho whispers in his ear, still helping Dohyeon jerk himself off with his hand. “You’re out here knocking on other teams to make you cum. You switched regions yet you’re still coming back to me.”
“Fuck—” Dohyeon whines, unconsciously jerking his hips up. “Hyung…”
Wangho practically throws Dohyeon’s hand away like he’s had enough, quickly positioning his hole against the tip of Dohyeon’s cock and teasing him. “Do you remember? How you’d whine to me if I couldn't play with you, all those years ago?” It makes all the hairs on Dohyeon’s body rise, from humiliation or desire, he doesn’t know.
“Hyung, please—”
“You haven’t changed one bit, Park Dohyeon.” Wangho laughs, and it sounds so damn mean that it makes his cock leak, even before the jungler inserts it inside his hole. “Still so damn clingy.”
Wangho lets himself go down, Dohyeon’s cock twitching inside his warm hole. He moans louder than the older, blush creeping its way to his neck up to his head. Wangho doesn’t give him the time to collect himself the way he quickly moves again, bouncing on his cock as he grasps Dohyeon’s shoulders. The younger lets himself hold Wangho’s waist, and the sight of it all could easily just send him to his release. Wangho is undeniably the most beautiful man he’s ever laid his eyes on. There’s a lot more he can say about Han Wangho, and none of it would help his case. Even the cruel parts that others may find unpleasant, Dohyeon wants it. Dohyeon wants all of it, so much that it makes him dizzy. Perhaps the jungler’s right, after all. He would still come back to him, hook line and sinker.
“You’re so beautiful,” Dohyeon groans, just because he’s already miles away from the shame trying to catch up. “You’re so damn beautiful, Wangho hyung.”
Wangho moans louder as he rides him, face blooming into a gorgeous shade of red. Dohyeon wants to take the other’s glasses off and kiss him, but he decides against it and just goes for it, even if the metal frame hurts his face as he does. Dohyeon whimpers against Wangho’s mouth when the thrusts turn sloppy, the younger helping him up by his waist and thrusting his hips upwards. It sends Wangho into a whimpering mess, his hands gripping Dohyeon’s shoulders so roughly that he can practically feel them already bruising.
“Dohyeon…” Wangho sighs out of pleasure, eyes rolling at the back of his head as he grins. Fuck. “Feels so good…”
Dohyeon suddenly feels like chasing his high, uncontrollably thrusting his hips up quickly and meeting Wangho halfway. It looks more like Dohyeon’s fucking him upwards more than Wangho’s riding him, but it sends all the blood to his cock all the same. He chants Wangho’s name like a mantra, begging and whining for release. “Hyung, I want to… I want to— please…”
Wangho nods profusely like he’s also incredibly out of it, mewling against Dohyeon’s ear as the younger releases his load inside. He doesn’t stop thrusting inside while he does, shooting consecutive strings of cum and whimpering Wangho’s name while doing so.
He barely realizes that Wangho himself came on his own stomach, messily ruining his own shirt with his cum. Dohyeon huffs, letting his lips place a tender kiss on Wangho’s temple, who’s panting with his eyes closed and head resting against the other’s chest. The younger gently lets Wangho rest on the bed, looking around for something he can use to wipe his stomach clean.
“You can leave.”
Dohyeon freezes, looking back down to Wangho, who’s looking up at him with a smile. It’s different. It’s devoid of any cruelty and cunningness. It’s polite and sincere, but for some reason, Dohyeon hates it. “I can clean myself.”
“No,” The younger says almost immediately. “I can help, hyung.”
Wangho huffs, but it sounds tired more than anything. “It’s okay, Dohyeon, really.”
“No, really, I don’t mind.” Dohyeon mutters, still incredibly stubborn. He takes the box of tissue on the desk, wiping Wangho’s mess clean on his stomach. The jungler suddenly chuckles, shaking his head in amusement.
“Well, okay. Suit yourself.” Wangho takes his glasses off, wiping the sweat off his eyelids with his fingers. “But I wouldn’t have held it against you. I never do.”
Dohyeon’s forehead creases. What?
“I don’t get you, hyung.”
Wangho suddenly laughs, placing his glasses back on his face. He has the grace to give Dohyeon’s own glasses back that were just sitting on the bed the whole time. “I’m just saying. Whenever I do this, I clean myself up. So you would’ve been fine either way.”
Oh. That’s what he meant. Dohyeon just helplessly nods at him like an idiot. He doesn’t acknowledge the empty feeling in his chest.
“Uh… well, I wanted to do this.” He whispers, like it’s going to help anything. “It’s the least I can do.”
He throws the tissues at the bin, still clueless on what he should do next. Wangho is looking at him with a smile. It’s a different one again. A fond one, perhaps. He looks like the Peanut that everyone adores, Dohyeon included.
“You really are cute.” He huffs, slowly blinking his exhausted eyes. “If you’re tired, you can sleep here.”
Dohyeon widens his eyes. Wangho smiles, and the pink on his cheeks is even prettier.
“I insist.”
“You should have seen Daoxian yesterday, I swear.” Lijie laughs, pointing at Dohyeon teasingly. Tianye looks like he’s having too much fun with the new information that Lijie is saying. “He looked like he was going to shit himself.”
Xuanjun laughs loudly, patting Dohyeon’s back aggressively. The ADC just forces out a strained huff. “Why don’t you talk to him then? I’m sure you two can hit it up.”
“No way,” Yechan snorts, shaking his head. “Maybe in his dreams.”
Dohyeon’s eyes stare at Wangho from afar, talking with his team animatedly. The jungler suddenly catches his gaze, and Dohyeon’s pretty sure that the smile on his face isn’t something that he imagined.
“Yeah. Maybe in my dreams.”