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The snap-whirr of the camera shuttering and resetting for the next shot was loud in the empty space. They’d done a mock up set with an outfit similar to one of the ones he’d been told he’d wear for Dazed. It was Jongho’s first solo photo shoot and he was nervous. He’d come to his Hyung for help. At first Seonghwa had chuckled a little, saying it wasn’t really any different than all the other shoots they’d done, hell he might even get out faster because there weren't 7 other men before him.
Jongho had just sunk onto the couch next to him with a rare pout and gave him the best maknae eyes he could muster, fully using it to his advantage. “Hyung, I’ve never been the only one though.”
Seonghwa sat a little straighter, his own lips settling into a pout. “What do you want me to do?”
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Jongho slides into another position as easy as breathing and he swears he can see the camera shake in Seonghwa’s hands. Part of him can’t wait to see these photos, part of him is terrified to see the looks he’s throwing the eldest. “Like this, Hyung?”
“Spread a little more, bear. Let…” he falters slightly, aware of how it sounds. “Let them see more of your inner thigh. Atiny would go crazy.” Seonghwa’s voice doesn’t sound as steady as he’d like. The camera flashes and the snap-whirr continues as they work through the battery and every pose Jongho can think of.
“Maybe take off that tie, see how that feels? You said you wanted this to have a big impact right?” Seonghwa knows it’s depraved, using Jongho’s request to soothe his own imagination. His baby bear looks so soft and malleable right now and Seonghwa can’t think of a time where he’s been harder in his life. “Open your collar a little.”
Jongho does, obediently trusting his Hyung and baring his golden throat. Seonghwa has to bite his tongue until he tastes blood to muffle the sound that wants to leave him. It wasn’t a secret, the way the members loved each other, Seonghwa had tasted all of them over the last 8 years, all except the Maknae.
He’d never seemed interested or even truly aware of what went on around him. Then, Seonghwa had mistakenly caught him one day. He was sure the youngest had no idea he’d been caught at all, but he had been watching. His sweet little face was a mask of tortured arousal as he watched San and Wooyoung through a partially cracked door. From the sounds leaking into the hallway there was no doubt what Jongho was watching them do. Seonghwa watched as Jongho’s hand slid between his own legs, groping at himself and letting out a shuddering whine, too quiet for the couple to hear in the midst of their own pleasure but not for Seonghwa.
“Hyung?” Jongho says his title and Seonghwa snaps back into focus, wide eyed. He looks up from where he’d knelt between Jongho’s spread thighs, the camera tilting up toward his face. “I don’t think they’d take shots like that.”
“You have to be ready for anything.” He answers quickly, snapping one more shot before setting the camera aside. His fingers land on the Maknae’s knees, his flesh soft and warm. “Do you think you’re ready, my bear?”
The knee high socks were a crime, the shorts a worse offense, and the sliver of golden throat that Seonghwa could see absolutely made his mouth run dry. His fingers creep higher, dimpling the soft skin of his inner thigh, kneading the muscle. With his legs spread like this, the shorts were tight and Seonghwa could see just how ready their maknae was.
“I think I could use some more encouragement.” The words sounded strangled, like Jongho was holding back.
“Encouragement? Anything you want I’ll give, my bear. Just ask me.” He was working hard to temper his own expectations, to calm his breathing and keep his expression void of the need he currently felt.
Jongho’s hands creep over his own, dragging Seonghwa’s hands higher. “Anything?”
“Anything.” He agreed again, letting the hunger bleed into his expression now. Jongho’s hands boldly moved Seonghwa’s to the apex of his thighs where he was hard and straining.
“Really liked you taking my photos,” his hips roll into Seonghwa’s palm and his pretty eyes flutter shut. Those pillow soft lips part on a quiet sound, much like the one from the hallway. “Really like having all your attention.”
“Naughty bear, have you been watching all of us all this time?” His fingers flex, the heel of his palm grinding down with Jongho’s next roll to earn another quiet sound. “You could have had it whenever you wanted.”
“Like watching-“ he admits, eyes cracking open to look at Seonghwa. “But I’m ready to stop now, I… touch me like you touch the others, please Hyung?”
“Of course, baby.” Seonghwa is steady in his movements, crawling up the couch to kneel on the cushions between the maknae’s thighs. He’s still sitting on the back of the sofa, giving Seonghwa the space needed. His hand creeps higher, over his hip to his middle. The one over his throbbing center stays put, rhythmically palming him as he brushes his lips against Jongho’s for the first time. “Didn’t mean to leave you out, didn’t think you were interested.”
He doesn’t give room for protests before he’s kissing him properly, swallowing every little pleased sound the maknae lets out as his tongue delves between those lips. Jongho’s hands are limp, barely clinging to the elders arms and Seonghwa can’t have that. He wants an active participant. He doesn’t mind if Jongho wants to be a pillow princess like Mingi, but he wants enthusiasm. He breaks the kiss with a harsh breath, panting softly even as he’s pleased to see Jongho chase him. “Touch me, Jongho. It’s okay.”
No one was meant to come home for hours, it should just be them in this space. Jongho was free to explore, to touch, to do anything he liked. Seonghwa had no idea of his experience with other men, was sure he’d at least been with a woman once. It’s probably something he should have asked about but it was far in the recesses of his mind as Jongho finally sunk fingers into his Hyungs hair.
He’s braver than he feels as he guides Seonghwa’s lips to his own neck, moaning a little louder as that wicked mouth seals over his skin. Seonghwa crowds closer, fingers dancing over the button of his shorts until it’s undone. His hand plunges inside and Jongho’s entire body trembles in response, Seonghwa’s own moan muffled around the skin under his tongue. He’s so wet, his hand slips easily over him, stroking confidently.
Jongho grabs at his wrist in weak protest, hips jerking in place. “Hyung-“ he’s too sensitive, wound up for too long under Seonghwa’s attention.
“It’s okay baby, make a mess for Hyungie.” His hand doesn’t stop, his lips trailing up the golden skin until his teeth catch at Jongho’s earlobe. He makes a low, rumbling sound as he works the sensitive flesh against his tongue and Jongho shatters, shaking and spilling over Seonghwa’s hands and ruining the shorts. His hand tightens in Seonghwa’s hair, nails scratching across his scalp as he comes with desperate little whimpers. Seonghwa adores him, adores his shy little moans, the way he clings to him like he’s the only thing keeping him upright.
He releases his earlobe to pepper soothing kisses across his cheeks and lips, letting the younger idol ground himself before he pulls back. “So good for me, My bear. Hyung loves you-“ he means it, they all love him. None of them would ever dream of telling him no, not like this.
“Love you too.” He admits, obviously drained. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Seonghwa asks, but he’s sure he already knows. His hand pulls carefully free of Jongho’s shorts, mindful of the mess as the arm still around his waist helps guide the maknae to lay on the couch proper.
“Being my first guy.” His cheeks are dusted pink and he’s clearly shy but Seonghwa’s heart swells with the confirmation.
“Oh, baby bear, thank you for letting me.” He bends to kiss him again, Jongho reciprocating easily now, his hands brushing strands back from Seonghwa’s face with the devoted touch of a lover. He lingers for a few moments, sharing lazy kisses and basking in Jongho’s after glow. He’d deal with himself, his needs, later. He stays until the cooling mess on his hand becomes unbearable, quietly instructing Jongho to go change into pajamas and they can watch a movie and order dinner. Seonghwa is almost to the bathroom in the hall when Jongho speaks again.
“Next time can we try something else?” The words make the singer laugh, the maknae already so eager.
“Yes, Baby, anything you want.”
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It was weeks before they had a chance to melt into each other again, left home alone comfortably while the others went out.
“You said you wanted to try something else next time?” Seonghwa found himself questioning when they were finally alone. He’d been so shy afterwards, only showing affection when he was sure no one was looking. Jongho’s hands teased over Seonghwa’s lean torso, the pair tangled on the same couch with some drama playing quietly. He had no idea what the plot was, too consumed by the feeling of Jongho’s hands not so sneakily teasing under his tank. “Like what?”
The maknae shifts, looking up at his Hyung with rounded eyes. “There’s just something I want to try, and I’d prefer it to be with you.”
“What is it?” He’s laser focused now, already feeling his pulse between his legs. The anticipation thrummed under his skin like static electricity.
Jongho swallows, clearly nervous. His eyes set into a look of determination and he finally speaks. “I want to try riding you.”
Seonghwa was pretty sure his mind blue screened, he hadn’t expected that. He’d expected maybe, just maybe, for Jongho to ask to touch him, to be touched elsewhere, baby steps honestly. Not a running cannonball into the deep end of fucking around with them. “Are you sure? That skips a few steps of learning what you like.”
“I’ve been with girls, I know what a blow job and hands feel like, and I’ve… touched myself there. I know I like it.” His cheeks couldn’t be more red, but his eyes stayed locked on Seonghwa’s. “Please-“
“You’ve touched yourself?” His mind had once again locked onto something insignificant. “Did you do that today? Knowing you’d be seeing me?”
The darkening shade of blush was all the answer Seonghwa needed but Jongho stayed firm. “Yes,” his answer came out soft but confident. His hands still crept higher, taking Seonghwa’s tank with it. The elder allowed it, still processing the information he’d just been given as Jongho boldly shifted to press his lips to Seonghwa’s jaw. He’s so brave, kissing along his Hyungs jaw to his neck, tracing the golden skin to his collar bones and giving soft little nibbles against the hard surface. “Touched myself a lot while thinking about you.”
His breath catches as Jongho’s hands start working on the tie of his pajama pants. Finally he reacts, catching his hands. “Bear-“ There’s a petulant whine that leaves the maknae, fearful he’s about to be denied. His hands cling to the elder, lips hot against his neck as he rapidly peppers more kisses. “Jongho-“ he pulls away slightly, a little breathless from the frantic behavior of the maknae, like he felt he had to prove himself. “I’m not saying no, just not right here. Your first time shouldn’t be on a couch.”
He finally relaxes, wide eyed as he stares down at Seonghwa. He’d climbed into the elders lap, keeping him pinned to the couch under his weight as he’d kissed and teased his way into what he’d thought would be a hard earned yes. He hadn’t expected Seonghwa to cave so easily, and now he wasn’t sure why he’d thought it’d be hard.
Maybe because he had so many other options.
“You’ll let me?” He leans back, pushing up to give Seonghwa room to sit up with him.
“Let you? My bear I would be honored.” His hands come to rest on Jongho’s thighs, delicious skin bared and only now he realizes that Jongho intentionally wore shorts to catch Seonghwa’s eye like he had the first time. “Pretty baby, you dressed up for me too, didn’t you?”
Jongho frowns at him, but only for a moment, when he’s caught. “You liked it last time-“
“I liked you.” He answers, gaze soft. “If you’re serious, go get in my bed.”
Jongho’s brows arch but he nods, stumbling off his Hyungs lap. His hands drop, hiding that he’s so hard from anticipation that he’s tenting his shorts. He stares at Seonghwa for a second further like he was weighing options before he turned and scurried down the hall. Seonghwa takes a moment to tidy up, letting Jongho sit with his decision and his own excitement simmer down. He remembered his first time with a man, it was Yunho. He’d been so gentle, filling Seonghwa until he couldn’t breath. He’d tried to take that same care with San when his pretty kitty had come to him a year or two later.
Now with Jongho, he was going to lay there and let the maknae figure out what he liked, he was so different from the others. There was an undercurrent of confidence the others hadn’t had. His steps are silent as he moves through the home to his bedroom. The soft beside lamp is the only illumination. The door closes behind him quietly and he takes in the sight of Jongho on his bed. His pajamas were neatly folded on Seonghwa’s desk, covers pulled up to cover his chest like he’d gotten shy while waiting. He was simply precious. “My bear…”
Seonghwa tugs off his own tank, shoving down his pajamas until he’s only in his underwear. He leaves them where they lay, coming to sit on the bed with Jongho. “Are you going to let me in there with you?”
The maknae jolts, like he hadn’t even considered lifting the covers. He does, scooting aside slightly as Seonghwa climbs in with him. His hands are light as they seek out the warm flesh of the other, one long leg slipping between Jongho’s as he pulls the stiff maknae against himself. His lips find Jongho’s earlobe again, teasing the soft flesh the way he’d liked before. He breaks to speak, voice low and honeyed. “Relax, kiss me a little and let it happen naturally.”
Jongho obeys, lips finding Seonghwa’s and immediately melting underneath the elder. His lips and tongue were a deadly combination and it wasn’t long before Jongho was pinned beneath the elder and begging to be touched, mind foggy with his pleasure. His legs spread, welcoming Seonghwa’s narrow hips between them as they grind into each other. Seonghwa is panting, not from effort but from restraint. His precious bear so vulnerable beneath him made it so hard to behave, to take it slow.
“Hyung, please-“ Jongho’s begging again and this time Seonghwa doesn’t have it in him to ask for patience.
“Are you sure?” He asks again, lips centimeters from Jongho’s as he waits, ready to taste the confirmation on his tongue.
“Yes!” It’s enthusiastic and Jongho uses his strength to flip Seonghwa over this time, it earns a surprised sound out of the elder. He knew Jongho was strong, he just hadn’t expected it to be used against him. Like this, all of Jongho’s weight settled across his hips and the feeling was delicious. The elder arches, arm reaching for his night stand.
His fingers fish, digging out a condom and lube. He generously coats his fingers. “I have to make sure you’re ready for me, I won’t hurt you.” His tone is firm, no amount of enthusiasm can erase the pain from being unprepared.
The maknae leans over him, back arched and hips lifted as Seonghwa’s fingers quest between his thighs. His soft lips find the elders neck just as a slim digit pressed against him. He massages the ring of muscle, listening to the way Jongho moans softly, already shifting under the feeling of someone else touching him there. He is soft and pliant, one finger easily becomes two and Seonghwa groans as Jongho’s hips jerk back to take his fingers faster. His next words are shaky, desperate. “I’m ready, I promise.”
Seonghwa believes him, fingers slipping free so he can pull his own briefs down and get the condom on. Jongho is quick to take it from him, tearing the foil open and rolling it on the elder as soon as he’s exposed. The gentle stroking of the maknae’s large hand has Seonghwa's head thrown back into the pillows, a low moan leaving him. He was so tense, so hard and untouched that it was overwhelming at first. His hand catches Jongho’s wrist, squeezing to stop him even as his hips jerked up into it.
“Did I do it wrong?” Came the immediate, innocent reply and Seonghwa forces his eyes open.
“No, baby. You’re perfect. It just felt like a lot all at once.” He released jongho, uncapping the lube and letting a little trickle out on the condom. “You’re sure you want to start by riding?”
The lube is tossed aside and Jongho’s eyeing the elder, steadying himself before nodding again. “I’m sure.” He’s already getting into position as he says so, reaching back and holding Seonghwa in place as the elders hands smooth over his trembling thighs. Jongho’s breath catches as he starts to sink down, his dark eyes locked with Seonghwa’s as he gradually fills himself with the elder. His legs shake with the effort of taking it slow, shivering under Seonghwa’s warm touch. His hands are everywhere, soft coos and praise when Jongho finally sits flush on top of him.
Seonghwa lets out his own shaky exhale, one slim hand sinking into Jongho’s hair to pull him down for a kiss. Jongho’s hips roll and their moans tangle, a devoured gasp between them as pleasure arcs up Seonghwa’s spine in response. “Bear–” it almost comes out like a whine, soft and needy. He’d never considered this an option until a few weeks ago, and even then he’d been content to be allowed to kiss and hold his Maknae. This was so much more than he’d ever expected and here he was, slowly but eagerly grinding back onto him.
“Hyungie feels so good-“ Jongho admits. He’d known he liked this, had used toys and everything. It was the added element of another human’s touch that had always put him off trying it. Not with Seonghwa. His pretty, soft Hyung, willing to let Jongho use him like a toy to try it out. It doesn’t take long before the maknae is properly riding him, the sound of the bed frame squeaking softly tangled with their moans. Seonghwa’s hands and praise never stop, even when Jongho’s leg trembling becomes too much. He’s chasing pleasure, nearly bouncing in his Hyungs lap when his knee gives, forcing him to drop and stay down.
“More, please hyung need more.” It comes out like a desperate sob, frustrated by how close he’d gotten. Seonghwa soothes him, dragging him down for a deep kiss, uninterrupted by the maknaes desperate hip rolls from earlier.
“Roll over Bear, let me take care of you.” He doesn’t need to prod or say it twice. Jongho lifts on weak thighs, Seonghwa slipping free of his heat and immediately mourning it. He lays on his back, legs spread for his Hyung. It’s a lewd display, every bit of his baby bear exposed to him. He takes a beat to enjoy the sight. Jongho’s thighs are trembling from the strain, even now, his hair is a mess and his chest is flushed. His thighs spread further in invitation and Seonghwa fits there easily, narrow waist perfect for Jongho to rest his legs around.
It’s different now, like this with Seonghwa on top. It feels more intimate as his hands slide over Jongho’s skin, guiding one thigh higher up his frame, muscle shaking in response as Seonghwa slides home again. Jongho’s head falls back, lips parted on a breath as Seonghwa’s pace begins immediately. It’s so much more than Jongho’s expected, he can’t help but cling to the elder, manicured nails still sharp as they drag down Seonghwa’s back. His name falls from his lips, louder than he’d thought he’d ever be like this.
Seonghwa is single minded in his devotion, face buried in the younger’s neck and shoulder, every lean muscle on his body engaged as he works to bring Jongho’s closer and closer to his end. Every grab, every sigh, every soft whimpering of his name from Jongho’s tongue had him hurtling toward his own end. His hand slips between their bodies, long fingers wrapping around the younger’s leaking length. The effect is instant, his cries grow in pitch and his body tightens, thighs flexing around the elders trim middle.
“Come on baby, come for me, show me how good it feels-“ Seonghwa’s voice is strained but no less sweet as he pants out those wicked words. “Let me see you break.”
Jongho fights it as long as he can, locked in the depths of pleasure. He didn’t want it to end, he didn’t want to see who he was on the other side of this. Seonghwa’s lips find his in a brutal kiss, muffling his own moans against the younger’s lips as his pace starts to falter. His hand tightens around Jongho, stroking quicker around his slick head and finally Jongho breaks.
He shatters around Seonghwa, cum painting the elders fist and his own abdomen and chest. Seonghwa freezes above him after a few more thrusts, burying his own pleasured sounds into the sweat damp skin of Jongho’s neck. He’s whispering praise and words of love against Jongho’s skin even as Jongho’s nails are buried in his skin and it burns, fingers slipping over Seonghwa’s own sweaty skin. They’ll need to shower, to change sheets-
Jongho goes limp beneath him and Seonghwa takes his cue, gingerly pulling free and pulling off his condom. It’s easy to discard it, a few tissues from his night stand make cleaning Jongho’s mess easy as well. Only then does Seonghwa fall beside the limp Maknae, a sound of surprise leaving him when Jongho turns to bury his face in his neck.
“Bear? Are you okay?” He’s concerned immediately, had he hurt him? Did he not like it after all? Did he regret his choice by asking Seonghwa ?
“M’fine.” He admits, face still buried. “Just think I finally realized how much I love you.” His fingers are tight around Seonghwa’s ribcage, no doubt leaving little fingerprint bruises as he clings to his Hyung, embarrassed. He hadn’t expected sex to make him so soft, of course he’d told all of his members how much he loved them but he’d never felt like this before.
“Oh.” Seonghwa’s answer is dull, ineloquent. “My sweet baby, you don’t have to hide.” He shifts in Jongho’s embrace until he’s face to face with him, laying on their sides. In the dim lighting, the quiet rush of the city outside, and the quiet tick of Seonghwa’s decorative clock, he searches for the right words. “I love you too, I always have. We all do. It’s normal for you to feel more, you know? What we just did, that’s the most extreme intimacy you can have with someone.”
Jongho’s eyes are dark, pupils still blown wide with arousal and endorphins. “I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did, letting someone else touch me. I think it’s because it was you.” He licks his lips slowly. “What if I don’t want the other Hyungs to touch me like you do?”
Something warm and fluttery blooms in Seonghwa’s chest, but he keeps his face serene. It’s easy to do with the weight of a satisfying release settling deep in his bones. “Then you don’t have to.” He raises a tired hand, brushing Jongho’s hair back from his face with an affectionate touch. “We’ll only take what you offer bear, nothing, everything, something in between. Just because you wanted me this time, this way, doesn’t mean I’ll expect you to always say yes to me in the future.”
Jongho’s eyes flutter under the affectionate touch, visibly relaxing with the reassurance. “Can’t imagine I’ll ever say no to you Hyung.” Something flickers behind his eyes and Seonghwa can’t help but feel like it looks like momentary panic. “You can say no to me though, you know that right?”
“Of course bear, but I can’t imagine I’d ever have a reason to tell you no.” He smiles, lazy and crooked as Jongho flashes the most perfect, gummy grin.
“Then can we just go to sleep like this? I don’t want to get up. Tissues were good.” His smile only grows as Seonghwa’s face morphs into disgust.
“Okay, I lied. I can definitely tell you no.” He shoves at the maknae, playful. “Get out of my bed, let’s shower.”
His answer is met with the sound of Jongho’s bright laughter, soothing any lingering tension the elder held. They’d be just fine, as they were, this didn’t need to change anything.