Work Text:
Luck is a funny thing.
During the last three months, Soobin had felt extremely lucky himself…at least, as much as he could.
Not only had he finally confessed the feelings he’d been harboring for his one and only hyung, but Yeonjun actually felt the same way.
Soobin had tried to hide his feelings for the longest time, weighed down by the responsibility of being the group’s leader. He had convinced himself that keeping them buried was the best for everyone.
But the longer he stayed quiet, the heavier it weighed on his heart. His feelings only grew, far beyond what he could handle, until one day they spilled out in front of the person he tried the hardest to hide them from.
Now, looking back, the way Yeonjun reacted to his unexpected confession made Soobin realize he never had anything to worry about. Yeonjun’s soft gaze and loving smile; his warm embrace and healing voice, all directed to Soobin, just proved that there was nothing to be scared of to begin with. And Soobin was as much of a comfort presence for Yeonjun as the older one was for him.
That only made him regret that he hadn’t been able to make that moment more special for both of them.
Still, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
Even with the crazy schedules that kept pulling them apart, he felt lucky because the gorgeous man admired by everyone was the same one who had been waking him up with a kiss and a smile every morning since they officially started dating.
Of course, he couldn’t be greedy. He couldn’t complain too much about the things that made him feel a little less lucky.
Like the fact that they’d only been able to enjoy their relationship being a secret for less than twelve hours before one of their managers caught on, and eventually, everyone on their management team knew.
After a huge discussion with management, they really didn’t have other options. They had to keep everything as low-key as possible. The only times they could be affectionate could be only in ways they could cover as fanservice, and if it didn’t meet that criteria, they shouldn’t interact at all.
Blame it on Yeonjun’s inability to hide his smile every time he looked at Soobin, or Soobin’s lack of common sense when Yeonjun just looked so cute that he couldn’t help himself but touch. It was a wonder how they managed to restrain themselves for all this time.
It wasn’t easy being at home either.
Between their busy schedules, both individual and group ones, there were times when they were both so exhausted by the time they got back home, that they just showered and went to sleep. Some other times, their timing would be so bad, that by the time Yeonjun came back from work, Soobin would already be asleep or the other way around.
It was a good thing that they had told the other members beforehand, at least. Not that it mattered, though. The three of them had him and Yeonjun all figured out even before they knew it themselves. And it wasn’t like they left them alone anyway.
That’s another thing. They were never alone. Never.
Tomorrow X Together success was undeniable, yet somehow, all five members still lived together in the same apartment.
It had never been a problem in all the years they’ve been together. They considered each other family, had grown accustomed to one another.
So, it was to be expected that, after years of silent, mutual pining, tension around the house started to grow a little bit awkward. No one really knew how to act around them anymore, and, maybe it was them being too used to being in each other’s presence at all times, maybe it was the habits they’ve already grown accustomed to, but no one in the apartment had managed to get used to them dating. . Finally, actually dating. They were trying through.
But even with that, it was hard.
Soobin was grateful to have understanding, loving friends that supported their relationship, but at the same time he was so, so unlucky to share the same spaces as them.
Every. Single. Day.
If Soobin decided he wanted to flex his ‘husband skills’ to his boyfriend by making him some breakfast on a morning he wasn’t busy, there was also Kai asking “Oh, smells nice, can you make one for me too?” And how could he say no to Kai? So his romantic breakfast would become a family meal in a matter of minutes.
Or if Yeonjun and Soobin had a stay at home watching a movie date and Yeonjun decided that the movie wasn’t that interesting and wanted to kiss all over his boyfriend’s face, it would take seconds before they heard Beomgyu faking throw up noises followed by a “Keep it in your pants, you freaks. It’s also my day off, I don’t want to see that.” in the background.
And even if Taehyun was apparently the happiest one about the news, he wouldn’t leave them be either. When they had a window of time during a schedule and wanted to stay as glued as possible, Taehyun would barge into the break room, singing or doing vocal exercises. If he noticed them in the middle of a cuddle session on the couch, he’d sit on the other one and say “Oh, don’t mind me, you can continue what you were doing.” And somehow, that made them more self-conscious than Beomgyu’s barfing sounds did.
There were even times they would simply exist one next to the other, when any of the younger members would come in randomly to grab something, look at them and scoff with a “Get a room.”
Honestly? They would if they could. But between their crazy schedule and their managers nagging them about how risky it was for them to go to a hotel in Seoul while they were busy, they had discarded the idea before they could even plan it.
Still, Soobin thought he was lucky. Because he had been dating the one and only Choi Yeonjun for the past three months, and it was great.
Even if they hadn’t even gotten closer to being intimate with each other, let alone have sex yet.
Okay, it wasn’t like they hadn’t tried.
The first time that Soobin thought the universe and stars had aligned was during the first month of their relationship.
Yeonjun and Soobin decided to stay behind in the dance practice room for a little more to polish a few parts of their latest performance. Once they had enough, they went back home together.
Soobin always loved to share a car with Yeonjun. They could talk about whatever and he’d never feel tired. It didn’t matter if they were silent either. The comfort that his hyung brought to him simply with his presence was something that Soobin couldn’t quite explain.
It wasn’t late yet, so the orange tones of the sunset still pressed softly on their skin through the car’s windows. It was one of those days when they would keep the conversation light and enjoy each other's company for a few minutes before getting back home.
The car reached the underground parking area. They got out of the vehicle and started their way to the elevator.
Soobin didn’t think twice and grabbed Yeonjun’s hand, who just giggled and got closer to him, swinging their hands.
When they reached their home and crossed the door, three pairs of slippers welcomed them instead of the messy outside shoes in the entrance that they expected.
“I guess the kids are not back yet.” Yeonjun said while he took his own shoes off and made his way to the kitchen.
“It seems like it.” Soobin followed him while pulling his phone out of his pocket. 7 unread messages on their groupchat were waiting for him.
TXT Taehyun
We’re stuck at the studio
TXT Taehyun
There was a problem with the cameras and that pushed everything back
TXT Taehyun
It seems like the three of us will be recording here for a bit longer than expected
TXT Kai
Don’t worry about us if we’re not there when you get back home!!
TXT Beomgyu
we’ll be back later anyways
TXT Beomgyu
dont go too crazy
TXT Beomgyu
Please.
Soobin left his phone on the kitchen counter and focused on Yeonjun’s back while he opened the fridge looking for something to eat.
“The kids are still recording” Soobin said, making his way to his boyfriend, sliding his arms around his waist, hugging him from the back.
“I thought so.” Yeonjun turned around and let his hands slide behind Soobin’s nape. “It’s awfully quiet here.”
It was quiet. Soobin wanted that stillness to last longer. He looked at Yeonjun, who was gazing back with such a loving expression that Soobin was sure his own eyes were giving away just the same.
Without thinking too much about it, he leaned in, closing the small distance between them and pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss.
They had kissed before—but, god, the way every kiss with Yeonjun made him feel like it was their first one all over again had to be thoroughly studied. The same butterflies fluttering in his stomach, the same tingling warmth spreading through his chest as he felt the older man melt under his touch.
Yeah, it was a sensation he’d grown addicted to far too quickly.
“Why was that for?” Yeonjun asked softly once their lips parted.
“It was too quiet” Soobin shrugged, stealing another quick peck, because why not?
One kiss turned into a second one, then another, unable to resist the way Yeonjun’s cheeks flushed deeper each time.
He kept chasing after more, brushing his lips over Yeonjun’s skin, pressing soft kisses wherever he could reach, his cheeks, jaw, the corner of his mouth—like he couldn’t get enough of him, like stopping wasn’t an option.
The silence was quickly replaced by Yeonjun’s giggles, a sound that Soobin preferred over everything.
Slowly, they both realized. It was still too quiet.
When would it ever be this quiet again?
Soobin let his kisses trail down to Yeonjun’s neck, slower now, but far more desperate.
Yeonjun’s giggles faded into small whimpers, his breath catching when Soobin’s mouth lingered at a sensitive spot just below his ear.
“Soobin…” he murmured, curling his fingers into the fabric of his boyfriend’s shirt, not to push him away, but to ground himself. Soobin hummed softly against his skin, the sound vibrating where his lips rested. Yeonjun leaned into him without even realizing it, already anticipating the next small sound his boyfriend would make. “They’ll be back soon.”
Soobin pulled back just a little, enough to look at him. His hands still rested on Yeonjun’s waist, fingers fidgeting absently with the hem of his shirt. “They’re not back yet.”
“Bin,” he breathed again, this time less like a warning and more like a plea. “Please.”
That was all the permission Soobin needed.
He didn’t give himself time to think. His hands slid firmly over Yeonjun’s hips and, in one smooth motion, he lifted him up, sitting him down on the kitchen counter.
Yeonjun let out a surprised laugh that quickly dissolved into a sharp inhale as Soobin stepped in closer, caging him in.
“Yah! you little—“ Yeonjun started, but whatever he was about to say got lost when Soobin shut him down with a kiss, slower this time, deeper, like he wanted Yeonjun to feel every second of it.
Yeonjun melted into it with a soft sound he didn’t even realize he’d made. His hands found Soobin’s shoulders, then his neck, fingers threading into his hair, trying to ground himself as Soobin traced teasing lines along his sides, mapping him out all over again.
“God,” Soobin mumbled between kisses, forehead dropping against Yeonjun’s. “You're so beautiful.” His voice dropped to a whisper as his lips trailed down Yeonjun’s jaw, brushing softly over his skin.
His eyes drifted to the soft rise and fall of Yeonjun’s chest, he noticed the faint pink of his ears that made Soobin’s stomach clench. Each little detail burned into his mind, trying to engrave him in his brain forever, memorizing him in every kiss.
Soobin nudged Yeonjun’s knees apart just enough to slip between them, hands roaming over his thighs, teasing. Every slight touch tingling against his skin, making him crave for more.
Yeonjun shivered, letting out a tiny whimper as he shifted closer, desperate for the pressure of Soobin against him.
“We don’t have much time.” Yeonjun murmured, even as his hands glided over Soobin’s body, from his nape down to his belt, fingers working at the buckle with unsteady determination.
“I don’t need much time.” Soobin answered quickly, way too eagerly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned in, pressing a kiss that brushed against Yeonjun’s, tasting the edge of his breath, the faint warmth of his skin, teasingly claiming him again.
Yeonjun finished unbuckling Soobin’s pants, letting his hands linger on Soobin’s hips for a second before pushing them down just enough. He deliberately let his hand brush lightly against Soobin’s cock, just to discover Soobin clearly hadn’t been lying about not needing much time. His already half hard dick twitched slightly at the brush, sending a rush to Yeonjun’s too.
Their hips brushed together soft, hungry friction that made both of them grow hard under the layers of fabric that were still in the way.
Soobin knew they didn’t have much time, but the time he had spent waiting for an opportunity like this to appear was bigger in comparison to how much he cared.
Yeonjun’s hands braced against the counter, lifting himself just enough to help Soobin peel off the sweatpants he was wearing. The cool surface of the counter pressed to Yeonjun’s skin was a sharp contrast to the heat flooding his body, but he didn’t seem to care.
Despite how much he wanted to fuck him right there, Soobin still wanted to take his time. The sight of Yeonjun looking like this, flushed, lips parted, eyes dark with want… God, he was so lucky.
He needed to see more of that side of Yeonjun, the side that he was discovering now, a Yeonjun that whimpered under his touch. He had to feel him even more, discovering every spot that made his beloved hyung fall apart.
He needed to wreck Yeonjun.
His life depended on that.
Yeonjun wrapped his legs around Soobin’s waist, rocking against him, still clothed, but unmistakably needy. The heat between them was unbearable. Every brush of his cock against Soobin kept making them shiver, each gasp and hitch of breath running through Soobin’s veins burning him like fire. He wanted to memorize every whimper, every pleading sigh.
And he was so ready, so prepared and…
The sound of familiar voices echoing in the hallway made them freeze on the spot.
The beeping of the door code started far too quickly for their liking. Soobin ducked down, grabbing Yeonjun’s sweatpants from the floor and thrusting them into his hands while struggling to pull his own pants back on at the same time.
The door swung open, voices growing clearer. Three sets of footsteps approached.
Yeonjun scrambled off the counter, cheeks still pink, chest heaving. Soobin raked a hand through his own hair, wanting to chase after him, to take his hand and take him to his room so they could finish what they started, but Yeonjun cleared his throat a little too loudly, bringing him back to reality.
It didn’t help that their apartment had an open concept.
The three younger members stopped dead in the entryway and stared at the two older ones, definitely judging.
Two beats of silence before the sound of the door locking behind them broke it.
Then, silence again.
“Great! Awesome!” Beomgyu finally said. “Guess I’m never using the kitchen counter again!”
“It’s not—“ Soobin’s voice didn’t come out like he wanted, so he cleared his throat before he could continue. “—it’s not what it looks like.”
The three sets of judging eyes looked at him as if they could read his mind, even if that wasn’t necessary, because their uneven breaths, messy hairs, swollen lips and dishevelled clothes didn’t fool anyone to begin with.
“Do you think we’re dumb, hyung?” Kai was the second to break the silence that threatened to settle again.
Soobin wanted to complain, but it took him one look at Yeonjun, his dazed expression and his flushed face to realize that there was no way out. He didn’t need a mirror to know he was probably worse.
He sighed. “Believe what you want, I don’t care.”
Taehyun grimaced, his big eyes flicking downward. “Your fly’s open, I’m just saying.”
Of course, for the next couple weeks, they didn’t let them forget it.
Beomgyu would forget sometimes, and Kai would remind him “Yeonjun’s butt was where you’re making your sandwich, by the way.”
Then, Beomgyu would let out a horrified shriek while Taehyun laughed. By the time they forgot about the embarrassment, they laughed about it too.
And they learned their lesson.
˖ ݁☘︎.ꕥ.☘︎ ݁˖
Or so they thought.
The second time they were almost there definitely proved them wrong.
By then, they’d been dating for two months.
Yeonjun thought that he couldn’t be happier.
He was definitely living a dream.
Not only had his dream of becoming an idol fulfilled every day of his life, but he was also getting ready for yet another world tour because there were fans waiting for them, far beyond Korea.
He got to travel the world, doing what he always wanted to do, alongside his best friends.
And of course, his best friend and the one he was convinced was the love of his life.
Preparations for the tour were crazy, but Yeonjun always liked to keep his mind busy, and even when he was completely exhausted, he loved his job more than anything.
He’d always been a perfectionist. Staying behind in the practice room long after the others had left wasn’t unusual for him, and it was easy to forget that sleeping was something he actually needed.
That’s why Yeonjun was so happy to have Soobin in his life.
The leader not only took his position seriously, but his boyfriend title too.
He made sure Yeonjun ate properly and listened to lyric ideas whenever he was working on something. He’d also stay up waiting for him most nights, so they could catch up and talk about their days, even if they’d end up falling asleep shortly after.
Once tour preparations were completed, before the tour officially started, they were given two days off, which the members decided to celebrate having some drinks together.
Even with the day off the next day, Yeonjun knew Soobin still had to attend some meetings the next morning, so he decided to try his best to keep them both from going overboard.
The plan was simple, just a few shots, chat a bit and games, get something good to eat and then go to bed.
But the excitement of the tour was too great, even if it wasn’t their first one, so the plan had failed for everyone else except for them.
Yeonjun kept refilling Soobin’s glass with water and stopped him when he knew he was reaching his limit. He didn’t want his boyfriend dealing with a hangover while sitting through manager briefings the next morning. Still, they ended up a little drunk in the atmosphere, while the other three got drunk for real.
By the time Yeonjun could barely hear his thoughts over Kai’s loud laughter, Yeonjun glanced at the clock. It was late. He gave Soobin a look to let him know it was time to get the kids to bed.
After Yeonjun dragged a complaining Beomgyu to his room, Soobin walked an apparently offended Kai down the hallway and both fought a Taehyun in full defense mode. Once everyone was half asleep in their respective beds, Yeonjun turned back to Soobin and smiled at him softly.
“Are you tired, baby?” he cooed, lifting his hands to cradle the younger’s face.
Soobin melted at his touch. He closed his eyes and hummed, as if he was thinking his answer.
“I think you’re more tired than I am, hyung.”
“Well,” Yeonjun let his thumb brush over Soobin’s cheek. “At least we’re not as tired as these guys.” he finished with a small head movement, pointing at the closed doors where their friends were hopefully sleeping.
Soobin let out a quiet breath of laughter and pushed his head out of Yeonjun’s soft embrace to lean over his shoulder.
“Are you drunk? Do you want to sleep?” Yeonjun asked in a whisper while his fingers were naturally brushing Soobin’s hair.
“I'm not sleepy yet.” Soobin nuzzled against the crook of his neck, hugging him tightly. “And you made sure I didn’t drink too much, I don’t think I'm even tipsy.”
Yeonjun hummed in question and dropped his hands from Soobin’s hair to his butt, patting him softly, swinging them both in a slow rhythm.
“Try to get some sleep anyways.” Yeonjun murmured.
Soobin huffed, tightening his arms around Yeonjun instead of pulling away.
“So bossy~” he murmured, brushing his lips against Yeonjun’s jaw.
Yeonjun pouted, adjusting his grip, hands firm on Soobin’s hips. “You’re the one who has to wake up early tomorrow, babe.”
Soobin backed up slightly, just enough to see Yeonjun’s little frown and pouty lips before leaving a small kiss on them. They melted into each other's embrace, letting themselves relax into the silence of the night.
“Are you tired, hyung?” Soobin asked, letting his forehead rest against Yeonjun’s.
He shook his head lightly and chased Soobin’s lips again as an answer. They wobbled a little, trying to be as quiet as they could, without forgetting they were still in the middle of the hallway.
Yeonjun tapped the sides of Soobin’s hips twice, the younger took it as a sign to lift one of his legs, which Yeonjun caught instinctively, going for the other one immediately, carrying him. Soobin let out a small yelp, clutching at Yeonjun’s whole body.
“Hyung!” Soobin’s surprised expression made Yeonjun feel grateful for all the time he’d been spending at the gym lately.
“Shh” Yeonjun grinned, starting to make his way to Soobin’s room. “I’ve got you.”
Yeonjun tightened his grip just a little as he nudged open the bedroom door, making sure to lock it once they were already in the room.
He carried Soobin for the last few steps before his knees touched the mattress and he let go of the grip on his boyfriend’s legs, hovering on top of him once Soobin’s back was on the bed.
Soobin refused to let go of him; his legs and arms still wrapped around Yeonjun. “You didn’t have to do that.” He whispered, hiding his face in the crook of Yeonjun’s neck once again.
“But I wanted to.” Yeonjun answered just as quietly, leaving a soft peck against Soobin’s cheek as he was slowly letting go.
Yeonjun helped him out of his hoodie, fingers brushing warm skin at his waist, lingering like he’d forgotten what he was doing halfway through.
“I like it when you take care of me,” Soobin said, almost shy.
Yeonjun froze for half a second before leaning in again, pressing another soft kiss against his forehead. “I like taking care of you. And you take care of me too.”
“I do?”
“Of course you do! You thought I didn’t notice?” Yeonjun acted as if he was offended, but smiled almost immediately right after. “You’re always taking care of me, let me take care of you this time.”
Yeonjun’s voice softened at the end. He stayed close, close enough that Soobin could feel his breath brushing against his lips, but he didn’t kiss him right away.
The pause made Soobin squirm.
“Hyung,” he whispered, fingers tightening in Yeonjun’s shirt without thinking. “Please…”
That was when Yeonjun finally leaned in, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss, teeth and lips grazing, like he had all the time in the world. His hand slid to Soobin’s side, tracing the curve of his hip, thumb pressing into the soft skin over his ribs, grounding him, keeping him exactly where Yeonjun wanted him.
Soobin melted into the mattress with a shaky breath, every kiss coaxing every needy whimper from him, pulling something soft and exposed out of him before he could stop it.
Yeonjun pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark, searching. “Tell me if you’re too tired,” he murmured.
Soobin shook his head immediately, breath uneven. “I’m not.”
The smile Yeonjun gave him then was small and dangerous. He leaned back in, kissing him again, slower this time, hands steady and confident, trying to send a sense of security to Soobin with the touch.
He lifted Soobin’s shirt carefully, thumbs tracing along his stomach, up to his chest, allowing himself to feel Soobin’s warm skin, memorizing it all over again.
Soobin gasped into the kiss, tiny whines escaping, his hips lifting of their own accord, pressing against Yeonjun’s clothed dick, that had started to harden a few kisses ago.
“You’re so sensitive,” Yeonjun murmured, barely louder than a breath. “Have you always been like this, or is this just for me?”
Soobin’s answer came out broken, more whimpers than words. His fingers clenched in the sheets, hips rocking instinctively once again.
Yeonjun’s gaze drifted lower, and the answer revealed itself fully: Soobin’s cock, pressed tight against the fabric covering it, noticeably hard, twitching at the smallest graze of Yeonjun’s hand.
“Hyung. Yeonjunnie hyung.” Soobin’s pleads matched his glassy eyes. Looking at Soobin and his reddish skin, his parted lips, his agitated breath and the hard length straining against his pants, made Yeonjun want to take his sweet time.
“Oh?” Yeonjun’s tone was mischievous and yet sweet as he dragged his hand from Soobin’s chest to rest right on his clothed hardness, letting Soobin shiver under the touch. “Does my Soobinie want his hyung to take care of this too?”
Soobin nodded eagerly, without breaking his eye contact. A needy whine left his lips as Yeonjun pressed a bit harder, feeling the heat through the fabric, feeling Soobin’s body shiver against him.
“You have a beautiful voice, baby, use it.”
“Please, hyung.” Soobin’s shaky voice came out more like a whisper. “I want you.” He said, lifting his hips to press his leaking cock even more against Yeonjun’s hand, fingers shaky as he urged his hyung to just do something.
Every nerve in him was screaming for contact, unable to hide how desperate he was, how badly he wanted him.
Yeonjun bit his lips upon feeling Soobin in his palm, or better said, his size. Feeling the slick heat through Soobin’s clothes, the way he twitched under his hand.
He could’ve dragged it out, let Soobin simmer in his own need a little longer.
But the ache in his own cock made him groan softly.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Yeonjun murmured, pressing one more kiss to Soobin’s lips. “Lie still.” He ordered softly as Soobin stopped himself from chasing his lips again.
Soobin obeyed immediately, sinking back into the mattress, watching Yeonjun hover over him with wide, expecting eyes. His chest rising and falling unevenly. Soobin obviously wanted to move, to take control somehow.
The sight alone made Yeonjun’s chest tighten. He knew how used Soobin was to being the one making sure everyone was fine in every aspect of their lives.
For once, Yeonjun wanted to let Soobin be the one to receive. To be the one taken care of.
He kissed his way down, slower this time. The subtle tilt of Soobin’s hips, the little noises he was making, the way his fingers clenched the sheets were all the reassurance Yeonjun needed to know he was doing something right.
Yeonjun took his time before finally freeing Soobin’s huge, pretty dick from his pants and underwear, which had started to feel uncontrollably tight. He took a moment to admire it.
He had seen Soobin’s dick before, even before they started dating, but now he was finally allowed to look as much as he wanted. To see up close, from the first row how big he actually was.
He wondered how much more Soobin would shiver if he took him into his mouth. What new noises he would make if he felt Yeonjun’s lips around his cock. He licked his lips, wondering if he could take him all.
As if Soobin could read Yeonjun’s thoughts, seeing his intentions, Soobin jerked his hips up again, seeking desperately for Yeonjun’s touch.
Of course Yeonjun wanted to touch him, to take a taste of Soobin, lick the twitching, leaking dick that was in front of him. And he would, but on Yeonjun’s terms.
“Didn’t we agree that hyung was going to take care of you?” Yeonjun’s voice was soft, almost teasing, as he trailed a kiss down Soobin’s inner thigh, letting the tension build before touching him directly.
Soobin nodded immediately, breath shaky, fingers gripping the sheets like he was bracing himself for something he wanted desperately. “Yes… but hyung—”
“Is this too much?” Yeonjun interrupted gently, looking up, letting Soobin squirm under the promise of what was coming. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Soobin’s answer was instant, desperate and entirely telling. His cock twitched once more and Yeonjun couldn’t help the quiet, satisfied smile that followed.
He took one of Soobin’s hands, guiding it into his hair, then looked up to meet his eyes.
“Tell me if you can’t handle it.”
Yeonjun wrapped one of his hands around Soobin’s length, giving him a slow, gentle stroke before licking the tip softly.
“Fuck,“ Soobin hissed, a broken sound caught between a breath and a moan. His hips went up without thinking, trying to find friction, but Yeonjun held him in place with steady, yet gentle pressure.
“HYUNG!” a voice that clearly belonged to Kai ringed faintly in the background.
The shout from outside the room, barely registered.
Yeonjun didn’t care. He couldn’t. Every nerve in his body was screaming for Soobin, for the pretty, needy sounds Soobin had been making for the last few minutes. He was so desperate, the idea of stopping didn’t even cross his mind.
Yeonjun needed this, and Soobin’s trembling body told him he needed this too.
“Let’s ignore him,” Yeonjun murmured, stubbornly unwilling to let the moment slip away again. His voice vibrating against Soobin’s skin at the same time he gave him another stroke, dragging his tongue up Soobin’s sensitive dick slowly, torturously slow. Soobin held back another hiss.
“Ignore who?” Soobin breathed, far too pleased and far too gone to notice the faint sound of footsteps apparently heading toward his door.
Yeonjun hesitated just for a second before wrapping his lips around the tip, and planting his tongue flat on Soobin’s cock. He finally let himself go down a little further, trying to get used to the sensation inside his mouth, letting Soobin feel the wet warmth, even though he wasn’t taking him fully yet.
Soobin whimpered, pressed closer.
Yeonjun didn’t stop, he wanted to take him all in, to feel Soobin hot and tight against his mouth. Soobin’s desperate moans were music to his ears and he wanted to listen more. Yeonjun let his tongue flick and swirl against Soobin’s cock inside his mouth, pulling more of those tiny cries Yeonjun started to adore more every second.
Soobin tightened his grip on Yeonjun’s hair unintentionally, resisting the urge to push his hips forward and feel even more of the warmth in Yeonjun’s mouth in his cock. His breath was desperate, he wanted more, needed more, but he had to be obedient, take only what Yeonjun was allowing him.
“Y-Yeonjun hyung…” Soobin moaned, teeth catching on his bottom lip, hands tangling in Yeonjun’s hair even more. The sound, oh god, the sound of Soobin’s voice made Yeonjun's stomach tighten, his own cock aching in need.
He really wanted it all, wanted Soobin now, and wanted to ruin him slowly, in many different ways. Starting with his mouth.
The footsteps and shouted names outside barely registered, a faint background hum comparing to the pulsing need between them.
Yeonjun was really enjoying the invasion in his mouth. He didn’t want to get off Soobin just to attend whatever was going on and then jerk himself alone in the bathroom like he did last time.
“Soobin hyung!!” Kai’s loud voice was now in front of the door, turning on the knob in an attempt to open it. Yeonjun felt so smart for locking the door beforehand.
Soobin tried to sit up, tried to catch a breath, but Yeonjun’s hands held him down, thumbs brushing over his hips, fingertips grazing the bare skin. Every tiny brush made Soobin shiver, made him gasp, desperate to shove him closer.
“Go to sleep, Kai-ah!” Soobin answered, his voice came out shaky, and his hand was still on Yeonjun’s head, hesitant about pushing him back or pressing him more against himself like he actually wanted
Yeonjun’s head dipped further, the tip of Soobin’s dick reaching the back of his throat. He started to bop his head, slowly, dragging his tongue desperately to taste every bit of Soobin’s leaking cock.
He didn’t care about interruptions, not this time. He absolutely adored Kai, but at that moment, he didn’t care about whatever he had to say. All that mattered was the throbbing dick his mouth and the pretty boy it belonged to, who was looking at him with such needy, pleading eyes.
Soobin choked on a ragged whine, trying to be as quiet as he could, but it came out loud enough to make Yeonjun ache. He pulled out Soobin's dick, giving him more desperate strokes, trying to keep Soobin’s attention on him.
“But hyung! It’s an emergency!” Kai was obviously still half asleep and half tipsy. “And why is your door locked? You never lock your door!” he continued as he tried to open the door again.
Soobin looked up to the door for less than a second before settling back down to Yeonjun holding his dick, his swollen lips, glossy with his spit and Soobin’s precum. Yeonjun could sense Soobin’s inner conflict. He finally felt like he had to get out of the trance he was in, even if he didn’t want to stop either.
It took everything in him to let go of Soonin, a pout formed on Yeonjun’s lips as the distance settled between them, and he didn’t even try to hide it.
Soobin’s face dropped in defeat. “I’m gonna kill him. I swear I’m going to kill him” Soobin muttered as his hands flew up to cover his face in frustrated helplessness.
“Hyung! It’s an emergency—!“
“Yes, I hear you, I’m going!” The youngest’s insistent voice was interrupted by Soobin’s tired tone.
Soobin put on his clothes quickly, wincing uncomfortably when the fabric grazed his still sensitive cock. Yeonjun stayed where he was, watching Soobin as he grabbed his pants back from the floor.
“Soobin,” he said quietly, one last attempt to keep going.
Soobin paused for half a second, seriously considering ignoring Kai again. Let him think they were asleep, whatever, if he could just—
“Hyung! We’re all gonna die if you don’t come out!” Kai was rarely that insistent. Both Yeonjun and Soobin knew that.
Soobin held Yeonjun’s hand, helping him stand up. Just like that, he had entered his leader mode.
Hoping that the interruption was a short one this time, they made their way to open the door. Kai nearly fell inside.
“Oh, Yeonjun hyung is here too!” Kai pointed at the obvious with a genuinely surprised expression. “Good! We need as much help as possible.”
Yeonjun reminded himself to wake up his sweet Kai the next morning slamming a metal spatula against a pan.
“What happened? Did someone die?” As frustrated as he was, Soobin couldn’t help but be a little worried.
“No… at least not yet.” Kai rubbed his face with both hands, clearly trying to wake himself up. “But Taehyun is threatening murder, and Beomgyu is being Beomgyu.”
Yeonjun and Soobin exchanged one look of resignation before heading to the hall.
The bickering got louder with every step.
“Do it! I dare you! It’ll take me just one click and Moa will never look at you the same.” Beomgyu taunted. “And don’t get close to me or I’ll post it, you muscled freak!”
“Go on, post it. Moa thinks I’m handsome anyway.” Taehyun seemed and sounded seemingly calm but for anyone who actually knew him he was obviously hesitant, “See what happens to your tablet if you do, though…”
They walked in to find Taehyun holding said tablet halfway out the open window, while Beomgyu stood frozen across the room, finger hovering over the ‘post’ button on Weverse, a photo of a very unflattering, drunk and very asleep Taehyun on the screen.
The situation was so ridiculous, Yeonjun couldn’t believe that was the urgent emergency that interrupted him from his very important cock-sucking session.
Yeonjun pinched the bridge of his nose as he glared at Kai, who had simply made his way back to his bed, falling asleep comfortably after successfully transferring the responsibility to them.
Soobin let out yet another sigh.
Yeah… they were not finishing what they started that night.
˖ ݁☘︎.ꕥ.☘︎ ݁˖
Third time’s a charm
They had been dating for three months now.
And there was still no sex.
Honestly? Their relationship had been great. They didn’t need sex to know they loved each other. Anyone with eyes could see that
Still, they were young, attractive, and in love.
Soobin’s boyfriend was the sexiest man alive, and Yeonjun couldn’t think of anyone hotter than his Soobie.
So maybe they didn’t need it.
But, at this point, they absolutely wanted something to happen.
The tour had them way too busy to let them think too much about it. The adrenaline and excitement after full domes screaming their names, huge stadiums around the world, performing their hearts out.
But their management team kept giving them separate rooms, and between interviews and other recordings, they were too exhausted to sneak in and risk getting nagged.
Until one stop where they surprisingly ended their schedule earlier.
“Are you sure we can have the rest of our time here off?” Soobin asked their manager on his ride back to the hotel.
“For the fourth time, yes, Soobin. From this moment until tomorrow at 11am when we go back to Korea, you’re all free. If you want to go do some touring with the others, let me know so I can tell the bodyguards…”
Soobin filtered Jisoo-nim’s voice out slowly as he thought of the possibilities.
“Can I ask you a favor, Jisoo-hyung?” Soobin leaned forward on his seat, resting his hands on his knees trying to calm the bouncing of his legs. The tired manager could already imagine the request that he was about to ask.
“If you and Yeonjun want to go out on a date, I’m sorry, but you know that—“
“No, actually, quite the opposite…” Soobin interrupted. Jisoo glanced at him through the rearview mirror. “Could you arrange something so Junnie-hyung and I can… share a room this time?”
There was a beat of silence.
“Oh my god.” Beomgyu’s dramatic groan filled the car from the backseat, startling Soobin. He had forgotten that they were sharing a car. “Why am I always hearing about your sex life?”
“Lower your voice!” Soobin hissed, mortified.
“You’re the one asking to share a room on our day off! What do you want us to think? That you’re gonna do each other’s manicure and talk about music?”
“Beomgyu.” Jisoo warned with a sharp tone.
“I’m just saying!” Beomgyu muttered, “Some of us are trying to preserve our innocence.”
The manager rubbed his temple. “I don’t think you had to ask permission for that, Soobin-ah” he said flatly. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll see what I can do.”
Soobin exhaled in relief. “Thank you.”
“Can you also arrange something so I’m the furthest away from them, hyung?” Beomgyu said, leaning forward.
Soobin didn’t even look back. “Take the others with you too. We won’t be available, so you’re the hyung in charge.”
Beomgyu gagged. “I’m suing you.”
A few minutes later, the cars were parked safely at the hotel. The other three members came out of the car in front and reunited with Beomgyu and Soobin to walk into the lobby together.
“Did they tell you?” Yeonjun stood by Soobin’s side while they waited for their room cards, shoving his shoulder lightly.
“Tell me what?” Soobin bumped his hip softly against Yeonjun’s
“We don’t have anything to do for today~” Yeonjun’s excited tone made Soobin’s heart flutter, endeared. “So I was thinking maybe we could do something…”
“Something like what?” Soobin feigned innocence.
“Yeonjun-ah, Soobin-ah” Jisoo was walking towards them holding a small black plastic bag. “Your bags are already in your room, here’s the key. And please, guys, take it easy.” The manager gave Soobin the plastic card along with the bag. “And be safe.”
“Wait, where's my key?” Yeonjun asked.
“You can share with Soobin.”
Yeonjun turned to look at his boyfriend with wide eyes. Soobin let his eyes wander and started walking over to the elevator.
“You sneaky bunny, you already knew.” Yeonjun said once they were at the elevator.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Soobin shrugged, not even trying to contain his smile.
“Sure, let’s say you’re saying the truth.” Yeonjun crossed his arms and pouted slightly. “What’s in the bag, by the way?”
“I don’t know…” Soobin untied the weak knot that was closing it, revealing a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube inside.
Yeonjun couldn’t help but laugh, hiding his face behind his hands. Soobin closed the bag quickly, feeling how his blood rushed all the way to his face.
When did he even have the time to get all these?
The ding of the elevator announced that they had reached their floor.
They walked towards the door with the number marked on their card and went in without thinking much.
Then it hit them. This was it.
They were finally alone.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The room was quiet. There were no members around to distract them; no managers rasping their throats to remind them to keep a distance. There were no cameras, no judging eyes. Just silence.
They both put their slippers on and dropped their bags wherever. The room was big, but they were glued to each other.
“So,” Yeonjun said softly, breaking the silence first. His voice was lighter than he expected. “Here we are.”
Soobin turned around to face him and smiled. “Yeah.” He reached for Yeonjun’s hand. “You know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,”
“What about the things I do want?” Yeonjun stepped a little closer, kneading their fingers together.
“And what would that be?” Soobin voice was getting lower every second.
“I think we both want the same thing right now, don’t you think?”
Soobin’s free hand slid up to cup Yeonjun’s cheek, tentatively at first. Fingertips brushing his skin softly. Yeonjun leaned into the touch, letting himself capture the moment.
Up close, Yeonjun looked impossibly soft. The artificial lights caught on his lashes, his lips already parted like he was bracing for something.
“Have I told you before how beautiful you are?” Soobin whispered even if he didn’t have to.
Yeonjun smiled, melting against his boyfriend’s touch. “Yes, you say that all the time.”
“Well, it remains true.” Soobin’s thumb traced along his jaw, slow and reverent.
Soobin leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Yeonjun’s temple. Then his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth. Each one intentional and unhurried, like he was savoring every second they’d waited for.
Yeonjun huffed out a small laugh, hands finding Soobin’s waist, “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Maybe” Soobin admitted, brushing his nose against Yeonjun’s. “We’ve waited for a long time for this, I don’t want to rush it”
Yeonjun left a small kiss on Soobin’s nose. “We have time.”
They finally pressed their lips together. The kiss was almost shy, like their first one. Soobin melted into it immediately, smiling against Yeonjun. The tension in his shoulders easing as he leaned closer.
The second kiss lingered longer, but the third one was less patient.
Somewhere between a pause for breath, they stumbled toward the bed. Soobin sat on it, tugged down by Yeonjun’s hands. Yeonjun straddled his lap with no hesitation, pushing him by his chest to lay on his elbows.. Looking up at Yeonjun from down there, his eyes were anything but innocent. And he knew how much that would affect his hyung.
His breath hitched, hands finally sliding down Yeonjun’s hips on instinct.
A little bit more desperate now, Yeonjun searched for his lips again, kissing him harder, restless; rocking his hips forward just enough for Soobin to make those little noises Yeonjun adored. He could feel Soobin smiling against his mouth before the kiss broke, both of them breathing heavier than before.
“Hyung,” Soobin whispered in a shaky breath. “Yeonjun hyung.”
Yeonjun let his forehead rest against Soobin’s. “I’m here.”
They stayed like that for a moment, with their foreheads touching and breaths syncing, before Soobin reached down and tugged Yeonjun’s white shirt, fiddling with the buttons one by one. “Is this one mine?”
“Is that important right now?” Yeonjun laughed tenderly, sliding the shirt off his body as soon as the last button was freed.
Soobin stilled as he took Yeonjun’s bare chest in. Even if he had seen it countless times before, his eyes were dark with something that made Yeonjun’s stomach flip. “No, it’s not.”
Soobin leaned forward to kiss along Yeonjun’s collarbone. Slowly, a quiet brush of lips.. He lingered over every freckle, every mole, every familiar mark the world had already watched, but were only his to map. To touch.
Yeonjun gasped softly and tipped his head back, fingers threading into Soobin’s hair, pulling it slightly without thinking.
Soobin couldn’t restrain a moan that came out his mouth as he melted into the pull.
“Junnie,” he breathed, his voice already wrecked.
“Fuck,” Yeonjun pulled Soobin’s tshirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room.
Soobin didn’t waste another second and kissed him again, deeper.
He unbuttoned Yeonjun’s jeans way faster than he did the shirt, and they were long forgotten just as quickly.
Soobin shifted their positions, letting Yeonjun’s back press into the mattress, Soobin hovering over him while he took his own clothes off.
Yeonjun clung to him, kissing him again, legs tightening instinctively. The movement made them feel both of their cocks press against each other, sending a quick wave of pleasure.
Soobin only needed one hand to grab both of them together, giving them one clumsy stroke, too lost in the blissful sensation. Yeonjun choked on a moan, his hips jerking up against Soobin’s big hand seeking for more friction, which Soobin didn’t take long to fulfill.
His hand started to move, still awkward, but a little faster. At least it seemed to do something for both of them. Every needy stroke from Soobin had them both panting. They had been craving for this. Yeonjun waited so long to hear the groans and whines that Soobin was making, so desperate, so perfect.
Yeonjun tightened his embrace around Soobin’s shoulders, letting his hands go to the back of his head, desperate to grab at something. His fingers threaded between Soobin’s hair, pulling the black locks a little harder than he thought.
Soobin gasped and Yeonjun eased his grip on his hair, but Soobin leaned more into his hand, tightening his own grip on their cocks just a little, pressing them together even more. There was no way Yeonjun could’ve missed how Soobin’s dick twitched at the pull.
Yeonjun picked up an interest in the reaction, storing the new knowledge.
Soobin’s strokes became even more pitiful and soon they weren’t enough. They needed more.
Yeonjun was needy as well, overwhelmed by all the emotions and sensations that he was feeling and yet, he craved for more. Even if he didn’t know exactly what.
Soobin searched desperately for his lips, thinking exactly the same.
“Binnie—fuck…” Yeonjun gasped in the middle of the kiss. Soobin’s hand stopped and Yeonjun missed the friction for a second before the leader’s thumb started circling his tip, both of their slick long mixed all over Soobin’s hand, easing the movement, making it hard for Yeonjun to think clearly.
“What? Want me to stop? This no good?” Soobin said rather fast. His head directed between Yeonjun’s neck and shoulders, leaving a thread of wet kisses there. Small bites that would fade in a few minutes.
“It’s not— it’s not that.” Yeonjun lifted his head higher to give Soobin easier access to his skin. “I like this… but who’s gonna…?” Yeonjun tugged Soobin’s hair harshly when he felt the younger’s teeth sinking harder than before against his skin. Soobin hissed and backed up to meet Yeonjun’s eyes again.
“Who’s gonna…?” Soobin slowly realized.
Who's fucking who?
“What do you want, hyung?” Soobin’s hand let go of their cocks. Yeonjun reached for his hand, making him press back.
“I’m okay with whatever, just—fuck, don’t stop like that.”
Soobin definitely didn’t want to finish just with his hand. He needed to feel Yeonjun. One way or the other.
He leaned in to kiss Yeonjun briefly one more time.
“I’m also good with both.” He said, barely holding his breath. “But what do you want?”
“You.” Yeonjun chased after his lips again, shifting himself to be even closer to Soobin. “I want you, Soobin. I want to fuck you, I want you to fuck me. I don’t care, I just want you.”
Yeonjun was a whimpering mess and that was making a short circuit in Soobin’s brain, who was definitely no better.
Soobin didn’t even stop to think. He lifted his free hand between their chests in a fist and looked Yeonjun in the eye, drop serious.
“Best out of three gets to top?”
Yeonjun looked at him dead in the eye. Then looked at his fist and back at his face.
“What?” Yeonjun asked in a breath. Is he fucking serious?
Soobin let his busy hand drag slowly down and back up their cocks, making Yeonjun shut his eyes closed and hiss again. Soobin shook his fist trying to indicate the start of a rock, paper, scissors game.
Yeonjun was incredulous. How can someone say something so stupid while looking this sexy? And why was he still so hard and needy?
Yeonjun dragged one of his hands off Soobin’s shoulder and placed it in front of the ridiculously hot man.
Two games later the winner was clear.
Yeonjun couldn’t help the small giggle that left his body as Soobin made him lay on his back.
The situation was so dumb and yet, Yeonjun was so bewitched by him that he didn’t mind at all.
All he wanted was Soobin, Soobin, Soobin.
His Soobin.
Soobin, who reached for the plastic bag that Jisoo-nim had given them earlier, pulling out one of the packages and the small bottle before settling himself between Yeonjun’s legs.
He poured some of the liquid in the bottle onto his already slicked fingers.
He hovered for a moment, thumb brushing softly along Yeonjun’s inner thigh, almost hesitant.
Yeonjun reached for his shoulders once again, pulling himself up, enough to kiss him.
Soobin approached Yeonjun’s entrance carefully, slowly and tentatively, easing one finger in. Yeonjun breathed in deep, forcing himself to relax, holding onto Soobin a little tighter.
After a few movements, Soobin added another finger, exploring gently, learning the reactions that made Yeonjun’s breath break, his whimpers growing just a little louder.
“Binnie… Soobin,” the way Yeonjun said his name was hypnotizing. Soobin could get used to hearing it fall from Yeonjun’s lips like a plea. “I need you now.”
Yeonjun didn’t have to say more. Soobin pulled his fingers away, making Yeonjun let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, the sudden emptiness almost dizzying.
Soobin positioned himself, tip teasing Yeonjun’s waiting hole.
He pulled in slowly, letting Yeonjun get used to the sensation once again. Every centimeter made him feel fuller; each small movement forced his eyes shut, his voice breaking as he whimpered Soobin’s name over and over again.
Soobin was surprised by his strength of mind. Yeonjun felt so good around him, he couldn’t believe he had lasted this long. He didn’t trust himself enough to last much longer.
Once he was fully in, he waited a little to make sure Yeonjun got used to him, but it only took a few seconds before Yeonjun started squirming, seeking more friction with urgency.
He began to move, slow at first, waiting for a rhythm that felt right. He lifted one of Yeonjun’s legs and rested it over his shoulder, hoping it would let him go even further. Yeonjun’s breath broke, his grip on the bedsheets tightening, his whole body arching closer.
Soobin’s thrusts grew less careful, more instinctive. The rhythm slipped the moment he lost himself in how Yeonjun reacted to him.
He could feel it in the way Yeonjun clung to him, the way his words turned into broken sounds and half formed pleas; how his body kept pulling him closer, like it wasn’t enough.
Soobin’s mind was filled with Yeonjun, his name was the only word he was able to pronounce. He let Yeonjun’s leg fall back onto the mattress and, without pulling out, shifted their positions.
Yeonjun was now sitting on Soobin’s lap, facing him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He focused all his attention on the man he held in his arms. On the bite marks all over his shoulders, his glossy eyes and swollen lips.
He pulled him in a full embrace, sinking his head in Yeonjun’s neck. “Hyung, you’re the most beautiful human being.” He let his hands wander all over his body, making Yeonjun shiver at the contact. “But this has to be the prettiest side of you. And only I get to see.”
Soobin’s hands stopped at Yeonjun’s hips, holding them with a strong grip, enough to lift Yeonjun’s body and bury him back into his cock. Yeonjun held onto Soobin’s shoulders, nails digging against the skin there. His head faced up, all his senses completely overwhelmed.
Yeonjun slid his hands up to Soobin’s face, cupping his cheeks, making him look him in the eyes.
“Soob—‘m close.” Yeonjun said in between whimpers.
Soobin chased his lips, a messy kiss to make them feel even closer. He pressed Yeonjun against him, letting go of everything. Yeonjun followed right after, his dick spilling all over both their stomachs.
Soobin let them fall into the mattress while they were still hugging, finally pulling out, Yeonjun groaning softly the friction, their bodies still overstimulated.
They stayed tangled together for a while. Their chests rising and falling in uneven sync.
Soobin traced lazy patterns over Yeonjun’s torso, fingers brushing against the sensitive spots he had just learned about, not even trying to contain his smile when Yeonjun shivered involuntarily.
“Are you tired, hyung?” Soobin tested, voice low and breathy.
“Are you?” Yeonjun played with Soobin’s hair, brushing gently, but his tone was slightly teasing.
“Our day off is not over yet.”
“So?” Yeonjun's nonchalance mask was quickly shattered when Soobin poked at one of the bite marks he had left between his pec and shoulder.
“So I think we’re not done yet either.” Soobin shifted closer to his boyfriend, “The night is young, Yeonjun hyung.”
“Oh?” Yeonjun’s eyes darkened slightly, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And what do you have in mind?”
“To be honest…” Soobin hesitated for a few seconds, thinking carefully what he was about to answer, “I actually wanted you to win.” His voice was more quiet, like mumbling. “Earlier…”
“What?” Yeonjun genuinely thought he had misheard. Wasn’t Soobin the one who suggested that dumb method of decision making?
“No, forget it. Go to sleep. You’re old and tired, I was too hard on you, right hyung? I’ll be gentler next time, babe! I forgot my boyfriend is an old man.” Soobin started speaking too fast. Yeonjun knew it. He was hiding something.
“Yah! Who are you calling an old man? I’m only one year older than you!” Yeonjun pulled Soobin’s hair slightly and Soobin left out a clear moan.
Yeonjun stopped and looked at his boyfriend. The tips of his ears were turning that pretty shade of red he adored, the shade of his shyness.
That sounded like fun.
Yeonjun pushed himself even closer to Soobin, tangling their bare legs together.
“W-what? Does being called an old man turns you on?” Soobin’s attempt to drive the attention off him was adorable.
“No, but you—“ Yeonjun pulled Soobin’s hair just slightly, yet, it was enough for Soobin’s breath to hitch. “—you like it when I pull your hair, don’t you, Binnie?”
Soobin looked at him with expectation, without denying nor confirming the claim, even though it was obvious that his hyung had him all figured out already.
“If you wanted hyung to take care of you since the beginning, why didn’t you just say so?” Yeonjun’s voice went from teasing to caring in a matter of seconds and that was driving Soobin insane. “Do you want hyung to take care of you now, baby?”
Soobin nodded slowly, eyes focused on every move Yeonjun was making.
“You have a pretty voice, Soobin. Use it.”
“Yes hyung, I want you too.”
Yeonjun smiled. He let his thumbs brush along Soobin’s ribs, pinching lightly at sensitive spots he already knew and double checking when he found a new one. Soobin whimpered, making Yeonjun stop in a halt. “Look at you, weren’t you running your mouth so confidently earlier?”
Soobin made one last attempt at pretending to be cool, to try and be the one in control. “You were the one whimpering my name as if it was the only word you knew, hyung.”
“Are you sure?” Yeonjun chuckled, dragging a finger down Soobin’s chest to graze his nipples, flicking them gently. Soobin hissed, trying to keep himself from moaning at the contact. “Okay! let’s say you’re right. Now it’s your turn to say my name as a prayer, Soobin-ah.”
He let his slim fingers tease Soobin sides, reaching his legs. Yeonjun kneeled on top of the bed between Soobin’s opened legs. Soobin’s dick was already waking up again, twitching with interest everytime Yeonjun’s touch got too close. Soobin tried to contain the little whines leaving him.
“Mm… Soobin-ah,” he murmured, voice low and somehow commanding. “Why won’t you let me hear you?”
Soobin shivered, breath catching, trying to keep a hint of arrogance in his tone. “Y-Yeonjun… hyung.” The words came out shaky, breathy, betraying how much he was already undone.
“That’s better.” Yeonjun smiled softly, leaning down to give him a brief kiss on his lips. Soobin tried to kiss him again, but Yeonjun pulled back, not letting him do so. “Look at you, do you want me so badly?”
Soobin’s hands went to Yeonjun’s shoulders, gripping just enough to ground himself, but his hips shifted instinctively against his hyung.
“Yes. And I like to think that I want you the same way you want me—“ his sentence broke as Yeonjun caressed his hair lightly again, sending a fresh wave of heat through him.
Yeonjun let his hands wander lower, resting briefly on Soobin’s hips before pressing a firm but gentle hold, tilting his body closer. “Should we get you ready, then?”
Soobin saw how Yeonjun reached for the before abandoned bottle, watching with wide eyes, expecting. The moment he felt the other’s fingers brushing his inner thighs, Soobin gasped at the cold contact, hips twitching toward him.
“Look at you, all needy already.” Yeonjun was purposely ignoring Soobin’s hard and twitching cock. As much as Yeonjun liked it, it had received too much attention already.
Instead, his fingers traced teasing patterns over the sensitive spots he’d already mapped, brushing just above Soobin’s entrance. Soobin hissed softly, pressing his thighs tighter against him before trying to move away slightly, the small struggle only making Yeonjun chuckle. “I’ll go slow, love. You said it yourself. The night’s young.”
“Hyung, please,,” Soobin whimpered, his idea of looking cool far forgotten.
Yeonjun leaned closer, letting his lips brush Soobin’s temple in a featherlight kiss, teasing the sensitive skin there. His fingers traced circles lower now, teasing Soobin’s entrance without pressing too far, just enough to make the younger squirm and whimper.
“So soft… so ready for me.” Yeonjun murmured with honey-like warmth, tilting his head to watch every reaction.
He finally decided he had teased Soobin enough, and let one finger in, then two, easing Soobin open with careful strokes, coaxing him to relax.
Hearing Soobin whimpering, mumbling Yeonjun’s name just like he was for Soobin earlier. Woah shit, no wonder Soobin had dragged it too, Yeonjun could feel how his blood rushed down fast, just with the sound of his boyfriend’s voice.
“Hyung, Yeonjun, please”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me, Yeonjun hyung.”
Yeonjun let out a low chuckle, brushing his thumb along Soobin’s hipbone, feeling the way the younger trembled under his touch.
He leaned down, pressing his chest against Soobin’s, letting his length align with Soobin’s entrance, teasing just the tip before slowly pushing in. Soobin gasped sharply, fingers digging into Yeonjun’s shoulders as he adjusted, moaning his name in a broken plea.
“Shh… relax, Binnie,” Yeonjun murmured, sliding his dick fully inside, letting them both feel the fullness. He paused for a second, letting Soobin breathe and soak in the feeling of being together, his hands roaming over Soobin’s sides, hips, and thighs, holding him close.
“So good… you feel so good,” Soobin cried as Yeonjun was starting a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust deliberate. Soobin’s legs wrapped instinctively around Yeonjun’s waist, pressing him closer, rocking in time with the slow pace.
Soobin refused to fall behind, he nipped at Yeonjun’s jaw, biting over the marks from their previous round, hoping this time they would last longer, forgetting for a moment about the whole conversation they’ll surely have with their makeup and styling team, but that was a problem for future Soobin to deal with. Now, all his focus was on holding onto Yeonjun, feeling how he filled him with every movement of his hips. Yeonjun’s hands tangled once again in his hair, tugging in short bursts, each pull earning more gasps and moans from him.
Yeonjun let one hand move lower to press against Soobin’s ass, lifting slightly with each thrust, deepening the angle. Soobin nodded frantically, breath catching in short, broken gasps.
“I—Hyung… harder… please—“ Soobin moaned, letting go of all pretense, his voice was rough and desperate.
Yeonjun let out a deep groan at Soobin’s plea, the sound vibrating through both of them.
He gripped Soobin’s hips tighter, driving in heavier strokes, letting the friction build until they were both trembling, breathless, and utterly lost in each other.
Soobin’s nails dug into Yeonjun’s back, head thrown back, lips parted in panting gasps, and every moan he let out spurred Yeonjun on even more.
“Binnie… you feel so perfect” Yeonjun groaned, tilting his head to kiss along Soobin’s jaw, his thrusts kept a steady, relentless rhythm. Soobin’s hands were everywhere, roaming Yeonjun’s shoulders, neck, and back, clutching at anything he could find to keep grounded.
Each time Soobin’s hips jerked involuntarily, pressing back against Yeonjun, it drove him wild, pushing him closer to the edge.
They were both on the brink, the sensations building higher and higher, a taut string ready to snap. Soobin cried out, holding onto Yeonjun’s shoulders, voice breaking, moaning his name.
Soobin couldn’t even mutter a warning, he just hugged Yeonjun, kissing him wherever as his body trembled, spilling everywhere, even more than what he did inside of the condom before. He wrapped his legs tighter around Yeonjun in a final, desperate cling.
Yeonjun watched him break for him. His judgement completely blinded. In matter of seconds, his hips stuttered as he let himself go too.
The room fell silent, except for the ragged breaths and heart’s pounding.
Yeonjun collapsed partially on top of Soobin, forehead resting against his shoulder, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Soobin buried his face into Yeonjun’s neck, arms draping around his back, holding on like he could never get enough.
“Who’s the tired old man now?” Yeonjun whispered, voice low and shaky, still holding Soobin, but way more gently now.
Soobin couldn’t help but laugh, even if he was practically breathless. “That would still be you, Junnie hyung.”
Yeonjun lifted his head just enough to face Soobin, his lips forming a pout that the younger couldn’t resist but to peck. The pout was immediately replaced by a totally enamored smile.
He got off Soobin, laying next to him instead. Soobin reached for Yeonjun’s hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing his knuckles.
“I can’t believe it took us this long to finally do it.” Yeonjun broke the silence.
“Yeah… and now I can’t wait to do it again.” Soobin said, squeezing Yeonjun’s hand.
Yeonjun huffed and turned to hug him, Soobin took him in his arms without even thinking about it.
They knew they should probably get up and shower. They should order dinner and meet up with the other members, probably record a live… but they felt no rush. Time had paused for them at that right moment.
“Soobin?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
It was not the first time they said it, but every time they did, those words held more meaning than the last time.
Soobin kissed the top of Yeonjun’s head.
“You know I love you too.”