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Coming out with Hao tonight wasn’t his best idea.
Gyuvin has never had the opportunity to hang out with Hao in this sort of setting. They’ve always had a distinct role in each other's lives. Hao, the gracious upperclassman who guided a lost Gyuvin around like a puppy his first two years of university, and Gyuvin who was willing to do whatever was told of him. Because let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to be seen with the hottest guy on campus?
Things have changed a bit since their first meeting. Gyuvin is now in his third year of college, and Hao has since graduated but returned for another degree in his musical focus.
Gyuvin has lost that air of innocence that seemed to follow him around like a cloud of sugar and spice and everything nice. Hao made sure that Gyuvin knew the distinct difference between high school and university during his second year, dragging him to every outing and making sure he knew the ins and outs of a successful social life.
That isn’t the only thing that has changed.
They now live together.
Granted, it was Gyuvin’s idea. One that took great courage and a serious approach. Hao isn’t just beautiful, he’s intelligent as well. Gyuvin couldn’t just approach him with a half-assed plan. It was a miracle Hao even said yes in the first place. Gyuvin had expected Hao to flat out reject the idea. Yet to his surprise, Hao had simply leaned back in his chair and lifted one shoulder with an easy—
“Sounds like fun.”
It’s been six months since then, and things aren’t exactly how Gyuvin pictured they would be.
To start, if Gyuvin thought his massive crush on Hao was bad before, living with him made things ten times worse. Gyuvin could see past Hao’s flaws. The nasty fruit he loved to indulge in. The way he was an absolute monster in the kitchen even with a recipe. These are things Gyuvin can put aside. Because how can he complain when he gets to stumble across a pantless Hao on the daily in just an oversized shirt, just barely covering his tight underwear, and that adorable look on his face.
Gyuvin knew it would start catching up to him. There were only so many nights that he could muffle his moans into his pillow with only his right hand to help take the Hao induced edge off.
It gets bad. Really bad.
Gyuvin’s breaking point hits one fateful morning. He had stayed up late working on an assignment, stumbling out of his bedroom in search of food. He didn’t even register Hao being in the kitchen. His eyes were burning from exhaustion so he made the trip with his eyes closed until he stumbled right into Hao.
The effects would have hit him so hard if he hadn’t been spending the past six months fantasizing about the man he all but begged to be his roommate. But stumbling into Hao who was, as always, half naked from the waist down, nearly gave Gyuvin a heart attack. Or it would have if all the blood rushed to his heart and not immediately lower down.
It was mortifying. Hao hadn’t even realized he was the cause of Gyuvin’s untimely boner. He simply giggled, turning around, commenting that Gyuvin might want to spend some time alone in his room. Hao had meant to sound reassuring, probably trying to avoid Gyuvin bursting into flames. But to Gyuvin’s sleep-idled brain it sounded like a siren drawing him to his death.
From then on Gyuvin’s life was miserable. He didn’t realize the tension thrumming through his body was noticeable until it was brought up by Hao himself.
“You want to go out tonight?”
The neurons firing in Gyuvin’s brain short-circuit. The topic is brought up so casually. Hao leans against their kitchen island, spooning yogurt into his mouth with those large, curious eyes, and Gyuvin swears he imagined it. There was no way Hao was asking him to go out.
“Gyuvin,” Hao says, licking the round part of his spoon before pushing it back into his cup. “You’re zoning out. I asked if you want to go out with me tonight. You look like you need…a break.” He says that last part with a clear indication that a break means something more. His brain focuses only on going out with Hao and nothing else.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s cool. Perfectly okay with me,” Gyuvin stumbles out.
Hao pushes off the counter, dropping his cup in the trash and carrying his spoon with him. “Perfect. Go get dressed, I'll get the hotel.”
Standing abandoned in the kitchen, Gyuvin wonders what they would possibly need a hotel for. He puts it all together like the world's greatest detective. Hotel means not coming back home. Not coming back home means doing things they wouldn’t usually do at home. In his mind, that meant Hao wanted to bend a few of their rules tonight. Maybe the break he was talking about was Hao himself.
Gyuvin gets dressed in a record of time. His outfit is picked out mostly for Hao’s benefit. The first time Gyuvin ever went out to a party with Hao, he had dressed him, and Hao couldn’t take his eyes off him all night. Sure, he might have just been watching out for the person he brought with him, but Gyuvin liked to think there was something attractive about what Hao had put on him that made his gaze linger. Since then, he’s created quite a closet for situations like these where he’s asked to hang out. Mostly with Hao.
He looks good. A proper college student, as Hao would say with that coy smile of his.
It’s nothing compared to what Hao is wearing when he steps out of his room. His all black outfit is meant to show off every possible asset. His broad shoulders leading down men to a tiny waist and the very ass they caused all of Gyuvin’s early college problems.
While getting dressed, Gyuvin had hoped selfishly that Hao would strike out tonight. Now that Gyuvin’s thought it over with a clear, less Hao focused, head, he understands Hao doesn’t mean go out tonight as in a date. He means going out to get laid. A kind solution to the problem that’s presented itself multiple times in the past few days.
And if Hao is going out to help Gyuvin, he must be going out to help himself too. Hence the hotel. Since they’ve been living together, Gyuvin has never seen Hao bring anyone back home. He used to think it was because Hao just didn’t distract himself with things like that. That Hao was dealing with his needs the same way Gyuvin has been since they started living together.
Now Gyuvin gets it. All those times Hao would say he was going out with his friends. He was going out with them for this reason.
“Ready to go?” Hao asks, stopping by the mirror in their hallway to check his hair and the light makeup he has on.
He manages a weak nod, unable to pry his eyes off of Hao as he leads them out the door and into the car he ordered.
“This is your first time going out with me. Are you excited?”
“I’ve gone out with you before,” Gyuvin reminds him.
They went to numerous parties when Gyuvin was just starting.
“Those don’t count. I was stone cold sober and worrying over you like a mother hen. I was holding back.”
If that was Hao holding back, Gyuvin has a feeling he’s in for a very long night. They’re dropped off at the hotel first, and it’s a good thing Gyuvin had the hindsight to pack a bag for this special occasion. They’re given two keys to the hotel room, and Gyuvin pauses.
“We’re sharing the same room?”
“There are two beds,” Hao tells him with an amused laugh. “Chances are I might not be coming back tonight, which means you’re free to have the entire room to yourself or whoever you might end up sharing it with. This is just in case neither of us have fun and want to leave early. Also, we live together. It's pointless getting two separate rooms.”
Gyuvin isn’t sure what stings more. The fact that Hao did this, keeping in mind that Gyuvin might come back with someone, or the fact that Hao didn’t even consider being the one Gyuvin brings back to the hotel.
Shaking it off, they head to the room to drop their things off before heading back to the lobby. Apparently, where they’re going is a place that Hao frequents with his friends.
When they arrive at the club, they don’t even have to stand in line. Hao just walks up to the front where he greets the bouncer. A tall, attractive man who stares Hao down with a devilish grin.
“Hao,” he says in a low growly voice. It’s clear, like many of the people watching them, that this man has a thing for him. He must be used to it because Hao deflects the advance, shutting the guy down without a second thought.
“Be nice. I brought a friend with me and I don’t need you scaring him off.”
They receive a stamp on the backs of their hands, and Hao leads them inside. The music is loud enough for Gyuvin to feel it rattling inside his ribcage, and the lights flash so fast he almost goes blind.
“I need a drink, and you need something to nurse,” Hao says, dragging him over to the bar. Hao orders some drink with a sweet-sounding name for himself and some fizzy soda that he makes the bartender pour right in front of him for Gyuvin.
Hao was right. He was holding back. Gyuvin can’t keep his eyes off him. He had never seen him dressed to seduce. As Hao leans against the bar counter chatting with the bartender who he’s apparently friends with, his eyes lower down Hao’s back over the swell of the tight pants he has on. He forces himself to look back up and at the packed floor.
When Hao finally turns around, he leans against the bar on his elbows and nudges Gyuvin with his shoulder.
“Okay,” Hao says, looking out at the crowd of people. “Since you’re the one who’s all pent up, we'll start with you first. What’s your type?”
He’s so busy looking out he doesn’t notice the way Gyuvin has turned his head to look at him. With Hao distracted, Gyuvin takes advantage of the opportunity, letting his eyes soak in every inch of him. Hao might be his standard.
“Pretty, confident, and unattainable.”
Gyuvin doesn’t look away fast enough. Hao catches his eye and does a double take when he realizes it’s him Gyuvin is staring at. But that’s the thing about Hao. Nothing ever phases him.
“Cute,” Hao says with a low chuckle, lips tugging into a sly smile, and Gyuvin isn’t sure if he’s talking about his description or the fact that he just caught him staring. “But so is he,” Hao adds, nodding his head towards the dance floor.
Letting his eyes follow Hao’s trail, Gyuvin spots what Hao is looking at. Already Gyuvin can tell this guy checks off two of his boxes. He’s with his friends swaying respectfully to whatever song the DJ is playing. The lights seem to land on him no matter where he is. He looks over in Gyuvin’s direction, not at him, but at someone who must be standing near him. There aren’t many people Gyuvin can say are on Hao’s level of beauty, but this guy might surpass it.
Like Hao, he’s dressed to impress. A black silk shirt that’s rolled up his arms is unbuttoned dangerously low, revealing a massive tattoo that stretches over half his chest. Gyuvin would have never expected ink like that on a body like his.
Gyuvin has the pleasure of watching some poor guy's first attempt at getting close to his future target. He slides up behind him, hands going directly to his waist to match the man’s easy sway that stops the moment he realizes what’s going on.
The tattooed man turns around, taking a step back with a dismissive look on his face. His earrings glisten under the light, almost blinding Gyuvin, but he’s determined to see how this plays out.
He doesn’t have to shoot the guy down more than once. It takes one stern no for the guy to run off, tail tucked between his legs.
“He knows what he wants,” Hao says with an airy laugh that echoes a bit from where his lips touch his glass. They watch as another guy tries and fails, and Gyuvin’s confidence wavers just a bit. He's strict. “Is that unattainable enough for you?”
Gyuvin has to admit this guy took his breath away. He found Hao attractive. Feelings amplified from the schoolboy crush he’s been harboring on him for three years now. But with this guy, Gyuvin can’t seem to look away.
“You want to know the easiest way to get a guy like that?” Hao offers. Gyuvin pries his eyes away long enough to look at Hao, who gives him a teasing look. “You let him lead. Guys like that, like me, don’t like it when they’re forced into something they don’t want. Go over there, ask him for a dance.”
“What if he says no?” Gyuvin says with a nervous look. He isn’t in the habit of making a fool out of himself.
“Then I’ll step in. You radiate positive puppy energy. If he says no to you the first time, he’s nervous. If he says no to you after I come in to assist, he’s not looking to leave with anyone tonight.”
“And we back off?”
Hao frowns. “How have you been getting laid without me? You ask for his number and then ask him on a date.”
“Isn’t that a bit much for a guy I was just planning on sleeping with?”
“You?” Hao says with raised eyebrows. “You get attached, Gyuvin. There’s nothing wrong with that, but chances are you’ll take that pretty boy back to the hotel tonight and by the end of it you’ll be asking for his number anyway. Now get in there before some other guy with a crafty roommate tries to make a move on him.”
Gyuvin’s nervous when he makes his way over. He hates the effects of alcohol, so liquid courage is out of the question. He has enough confidence to do this without it, but the guy he’s approaching looks far more captivating up close.
“Hey,” Gyuvin says loud enough for the guy to hear him. He turns, sharp eyes immediately assessing the new person who entered his protective bubble. “I’m Gyuvin.”
The slight fear his look gives Gyuvin says enough about this guy's aura. He radiates strong ‘look but don’t touch’ vibes, and for some reason it only makes Gyuvin want him more.
Gyuvin expects to be shot down immediately like the last poor soul that tried to hit on him, but instead he gets a cool appraising look.
“Oh? Is there something you wanted?”
“A dance with you,” Gyuvin says with what he hopes is a convincing smile. “But only if that’s alright.”
The guy looks over at his friends, who nod pleadingly. He’s not the first guy tonight to try and catch this one’s attention.
“Don’t be such a hardass, Ricky,” one of his friends says. He pushes the guy into Gyuvin’s arms, and the cool mask crumbles as he presses his hand against Gyuvin’s chest, a startled and shy expression now coloring his face. “He’s the first guy you’ve entertained with more than a no. You think he’s hot so just dance with him.”
“Taerae,” Ricky hisses in embarrassment. Then, to Gyuvin, he clears his throat. “I guess one dance won’t hurt.”
The song changes just in time to something familiar. Their bodies align, and they move in sync, easily finding the flow of the rhythm. Gyuvin doesn’t know where he’s allowed to touch. The last guy who put his hands on Ricky was given the coldest stare Gyuvin has ever seen.
Ricky turns his head to the side, hips swaying against Gyuvin’s front. “You ask me to dance, but you keep your hands to yourself?” Ricky says with an amused laugh. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of dancing together?”
“Tell me where to put them then,” Gyuvin says, not wanting to make the wrong move.
“Well, most people put them here,” Ricky replies, guiding Gyuvin’s hands to his waist. His fingers slide against the silky shirt, lowering to the belt loop of Ricky’s pants and pulling him back a bit. “I thought you were being shy.”
“I was just waiting for you to tell me to make my move.”
At that, Ricky turns around slowly. Gyuvin’s hands come around to hold his narrow waist. Everything about Ricky screams that Gyuvin is in over his head, and still he doesn’t want to leave.
“Make your move,” Ricky tells him, eyes lowering to Gyuvin’s lips.
Gyuvin doesn’t have to be told twice. He pulls Ricky impossibly close, inhaling the rich and intoxicating scent of his perfume as he kisses Ricky’s lips. Their dancing slows to a stop as their kiss turns into something a little more desperate.
Fingers twist carefully into Gyuvin’s shirt. He feels Ricky exhale shakily through his nose as it brushes over his skin. He must be doing something right because Ricky lets out the hottest noise he’s ever heard. Gyuvin has a feeling if they stand here any longer it’s going to become a problem for him. But when to move to the next step? He can’t get a good read on Ricky.
Ricky is the one who breaks their kiss. He pulls back, breathless, and gives Gyuvin a stare so seductive Gyuvin feels compelled to get him out of here right now.
“Maybe we should…” Ricky starts, glancing at the exit.
“Yeah, we should.” He remembers the hotel room and turns to find Hao. He spots him in a section, some guy with celestial tattoos marring the center of his chest has his arm around Hao’s waist, practically tugging him into his lap. He’ll just send Hao a text. “I know a place.”
The hotel is close enough to walk. It’s even closer with how quickly they make their way there. Gyuvin’s never felt so exhilarated in his life. He isn’t normally this kind of guy. The kind that makes out heavily with someone in an elevator, hands grabbing a handful of Ricky’s ass as they climb higher, committing every broken sound to memory.
“The key,” Ricky reminds him when Gyuvin gets him against the hotel door. He’s never wanted someone so badly in his life. He isn’t even sure where this is coming from. It could be the fact that Ricky smells delicious or the fact that Gyuvin hasn’t had more than his hand in a while, but his patience is very thin.
There’s no stumbling through the door. There’s no time for that when Gyuvin finally scans the key and walks Ricky back without disconnecting their lips. They kiss all the way to the bed, and the second Ricky falls back, looking up at him with that enticing expression, Gyuvin jumps into action, pulling his shirt off and reaching for the button on his pants.
“Oh, we’re doing this first,” Ricky says, sitting up on his hands. With one hand, his long fingers smooth over the front of his shirt. Only four buttons are remaining, and he undoes all of them one at a time, so slowly it feels like he’s unwrapping a present.
The tattoo reveals itself, and it’s much larger than before. There’s also another one sprawled along his waist, a headless angel that turned Gyuvin’s arousal up from fifty to one hundred and still climbing.
The shirt is shrugged off and left on the bed. Ricky’s eyes stare at his filled out cock strained behind his underwear.
“You might as well sit down,” Ricky says, wetting his lips as he assesses his size. “I don’t get on my knees for just anyone.”
Gyuvin sits on the bed almost immediately. He feels his heart ricocheting in his chest as Ricky takes his place standing up in front of him. He doesn’t know where to look. His eyes shift from the tattoos littering Ricky’s body to his face to the pants falling to the floor. His head lowers as Ricky gets on his knees. Ricky’s lips are slightly plumper than they were when they first met, Gyuvin’s doing.
“Take them off,” Ricky says, pointing to the underwear Gyuvin left on. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed; it was that Ricky’s intense stare made him feel things. Too many things. Sure enough, as he peels his underwear off, the tip of his dick is shiny with precome.
Ricky reaches for him immediately, kissing along the side of his cock and all the way up to his glistening head. He licks the little bit of precome that beads at the tip before sucking the head into his mouth.
Parting his legs wider, Gyuvin can only watch in amazement, thighs tensing when Ricky mouths at the head before his mouth covers a majority of his dick. Gyuvin isn’t small by any means, and Ricky’s pretty red mouth looks so small he almost fears Ricky won’t be able to handle it.
He’ll never doubt him again. Ricky sucks him off without trouble, moaning around him like he’s never had anything better.
Gyuvin’s fingers dig into his palm. His attempt at pretending this wasn’t the best head he’s ever had in his life flies out the window when Ricky inhales and goes back down even further than he had the first time.
“You’re full of surprises,” Gyuvin says, trembling with the effort not to lift his hips and start fucking Ricky’s mouth until he spills down his throat. It’s all he says for a while.
Ricky deep throat’s him like he wants Gyuvin to come. It’s wet and tight, and he squeezes the base of his cock with a touch like Gyuvin’s never experienced before.
“Fuck,” Gyuvin chokes out. He can’t seem to catch his breath. Every time he inhales, Ricky goes back down, and he’s forced to focus on anything but how good it would feel filling Ricky’s mouth.
But now he’s thinking about it.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Gyuvin warns, a hand flies to Ricky’s previously styled hair. He nearly folds in half, unable to sit still while Ricky ignores his warning up until the last second.
He pulls off with a crazy amount of spit dripping from his mouth and drizzling down his cock. Ricky looks up at him with watery eyes, licking along the bottom of his lip innocently like he wasn’t about to be the cause of the best orgasm Gyuvin will ever have.
“Fuck me before you do. As amusing as it would be for you to blow your load over a blowjob, you’re on borrowed time. I’ve got places to be after this.”
“Where?” Gyuvin asks before he can stop himself.
Ricky’s lips tug into a smirk. He slides his underwear off, and suddenly the answer doesn’t matter. Not when he’s climbing into Gyuvin’s lap, wet lips covering his own before deepening their kiss.
“It doesn’t matter,” Ricky mumbles against his lips. “If we don’t do this now it’ll be over before you get in me.”
“I’m not that close,” Gyuvin refutes. He pushes Ricky down on the bed and then leans over, ruffling through his bag. He brought condoms and lube, expecting to use them with someone else, but he isn’t complaining in the slightest when Ricky uses his leg on his hip to guide Gyuvin between his legs.
Ricky certainly isn’t new to this. Either that or he knows just how much sex appeal he’s dripping in because he’s a little right. At this rate, it wouldn’t take much for Gyuvin to come as long as it’s on him.
“You’ve got really big hands,” Ricky comments, staring at his long fingers, currently dripping in lube. “Are you sure you know how to use them?”
“Why do I feel like you’re doubting me?” Gyuvin questions instead.
Ricky shrugs. “You wouldn’t be the first ambitious guy to catch my attention and disappoint me. I just want to know what I’m getting into.”
A pang of something hits Gyuvin in his chest. It isn’t doubt. He knows this is going to be good for Ricky, and it isn’t just confidence. It’s competitive. He can’t let Ricky leave without proving him wrong.
Pushing his first finger in, Ricky breathes in sharply. Gyuvin kisses him to distract him, working his finger in and out until the tightness around his finger loosens a bit. He adds in a second, watching as Ricky fails to kiss him back for a few seconds. He regains his footing before he fails again, head tipping back with an offended huff.
“Oh fuck, Gyuvin,” Ricky moans, breathless and in awe.
He breathes a little faster, hips twitching occasionally as Gyuvin fingers him, exploring the heat inside of him until he hits what he’s been looking for and Ricky squeezes around him so tight Gyuvin fears he might just undo all his hard work.
“Still worried?” Gyuvin asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of Ricky’s lips. For once, Ricky has nothing to say back.
Shuddering underneath him, Ricky arches his back, gasping suddenly when Gyuvin shows him just how good he can be, massaging at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him.
Ricky’s cock leaks profusely. His precome trails down the side of his waist. He hasn’t stopped twisting his hips since Gyuvin really started, clutching at the pillow by his head and occasionally opening his eyes before they inevitably squeeze shut.
“Oh my god, Gyuvin,” Ricky moans shakily. He lets out a few heavy breaths before his hand shoots between them, grabbing Gyuvin’s wrist and halting his actions.
“Are you ready? If we don’t do this now, it’ll be over before I get in you.” He tosses Ricky’s words back at him, feeling a little victorious now that he’s rendered Ricky speechless.
Despite how dangerously close he is Ricky still manages to crack a smile that wavers when Gyuvin slides his fingers out. “Funny. I like that in a guy.”
“What else do you like?” Gyuvin asks. He tears open the condom, rolling it down while Ricky hums. He isn’t thinking of an answer, far too consumed with watching Gyuvin prepare himself for what’s going to happen next.
“I think I like whatever you like right now.”
“Are you finally trusting me?” Gyuvin asks. “That’s all it took?”
“No more questions. Come here.”
Gyuvin follows Ricky’s needy command.
His hips settle between Ricky’s thighs, and he sinks his aching cock past the still tight rim. “Relax,” Gyuvin says with a heavy breath. “I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.”
“You don’t seem to be complaining,” Ricky replies. He’s struggling just as much as Gyuvin is.
All attempts at relaxing seem to be failing the deeper Gyuvin slides in. Ricky must not have been expecting it to be like this. Even after having his mouth around him, Ricky curses his size. He must not mean it. He pulls Gyuvin closer, telling him to keep going. For all their teasing back and forth, they both seem to be very close to coming and they haven’t even started.
Finally buried to the hilt, Gyuvin waits patiently for Ricky to adjust. The slightly condescending tone in his voice is completely gone when he tells Gyuvin to move. The Ricky under him right now couldn’t possibly be the one from twenty minutes ago.
This Ricky seems almost shy.
Gyuvin pulls out a little before pushing forward with half his strength. It’s still strong enough for Ricky to shiver, a weak whimper slipping past his lips and a surprised curse following.
From there Gyuvin learns just how Ricky likes to be fucked. He isn’t as fragile as Gyuvin thought. He slips up a bit, accidentally slamming into him at full force, and Ricky moans so loud his voice nearly cuts out.
“Fuck, Gyuvin, like that,” he demands, wanting more of Gyuvin pounding into him. It isn’t the sweet, passionate lovemaking Gyuvin figured he’d be doing with Ricky when he dances with him at the club. As it turns out, Ricky is an absolute demon in bed.
He lies there and takes it for a while before Gyuvin feels a warm tongue drag along the sweat on his neck. In between hot moans feathering along his jaw, Ricky sucks hickeys into his skin, marking him up as his.
Ricky doesn’t stay still for long. He pushes back against him, hooking his leg along Gyuvin’s hip, forcing him deeper.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” Ricky whines loudly. Gone is the quiet pretty boy he convinced to come back to the hotel. Ricky is loud and shameless with how good it feels. Dull nails drag down the back of Gyuvin’s neck, and Gyuvin groans at the mixture of pain and pleasure that follows.
Everything about Ricky feels perfect. He doesn’t want to get ahead of himself. His track record of sex partners amounts to a grand total of two. But Gyuvin is almost positive Ricky is the best he’ll ever have. There’s just no way he’ll find someone with this much chemistry again.
“I need you deeper,” Ricky pants, spreading his legs wider. It doesn’t change the angle by much, but Gyuvin knows just how to give Ricky what he wants.
Pulling out, he helps Ricky to his hands and knees. It turns into just his knees, his plump ass arched perfectly. Gyuvin can’t look away. He palms at the heated skin, slipping his cock flat against Ricky’s rim and watching in amazement at the sight.
“Gyuvin.” Ricky calls for him in a sweet and impatient voice. Now that he’s indulged himself in the visual of his cock between Ricky’s cheeks, he gives in to the desire of being inside of him.
Holding Ricky’s waist with a tight grip, Gyuvin sinks inside of him. It feels like an endless trip, disappearing further and deeper just like Ricky wanted. He keeps going until Ricky’s soft ass hits the skin of his hip, pushing a little further to make sure he’s all the way in and Ricky moans through it, long and needy.
“This is even better,” Ricky whimpers when Gyuvin drags his dick out. He slams back in with a strong force, and Ricky grips at the hotel's sheets so hard Gyuvin fears they’ll rip.
From there Gyuvin forgoes holding back altogether. He fucks Ricky hard with a ruthless aim for the place that makes Ricky sob in delight. Ricky pushed back against him, crying out louder when Gyuvin nudged a little too deep.
“I’m gonna come,” Ricky warns with a choked out gasp. Gyuvin needs no warning. The way Ricky is squeezing him is a clear indicator he’s right on the edge.
Gyuvin slithers a hand up Ricky’s spine, getting a good hold on his shoulder before thrusting into him with the kind of power Ricky has come to love. Three hoarse moans later, Ricky trembles so hard Gyuvin stops his aggressive pursuit and holds him with one arm, grinding languidly and helping Ricky through his orgasm with the other.
After holding back for so long, it doesn’t take much for Gyuvin to spill. Ricky clenches around him as his body tries to calm down, and he’s enough for Gyuvin to suddenly spill inside the condom, moaning against Ricky’s shoulder.
“Are you still alive?” Gyuvin jokes. The truth is Gyuvin sure isn’t. He’s pretty sure whatever he did with Ricky just wrenched a good few weeks of orgasms out of him. He can’t even imagine doing anything remotely sexual without Ricky. The thought alone pales in comparison to the glowing boy whose face is still smooshed against one of the fluffy hotel pillows. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“I need a nap,” Ricky mumbles. His eyes are already threatening to close, and Gyuvin has an additional comment about his stamina that he keeps to himself. “Don’t pull out.”
“I’m not staying in you with a used condom that’s gross and unsanitary and something I’m not doing.”
Ricky exhales deeply through his nose as if Gyuvin was ruining his plans. “Put on a new one. I wanna feel full and you know just how to do it.”
“Who says I’m letting you sleep here?” Gyuvin asks just to hear Ricky’s response.
Ricky simply pushes Gyuvin back a bit until he slips out. He glances at Gyuvin’s spent cock before tearing his gaze away and reaching for the hotel sheets still tucked into the corners of the bed. Gyuvin’s surprised they remained tucked in with how hard Ricky was pulling at them.
“Gyuvin,” Ricky says in a slightly whining voice. He moves to untuck the sheets for Ricky and gets a sleepy but victorious look. “You just doing what I said is why I’m sleeping here. Join me?”
How can Gyuvin say no when Ricky looks so cuddly under the blankets? It takes him a minute to settle behind Ricky. After disposing of the old condom, turning off the light, and spooning Ricky, they lay in silence. Only Ricky moves, teasing Gyuvin by grinding his bare ass against Gyuvin’s dick. It doesn't take long until he’s ready to put a new one on. He lubed his cock up and slipped it back in with a shaky breath. Ricky still feels wet and loose from their first round. Gyuvin sinks in with little to no resistance, intertwining their legs and slinging a hand over Ricky’s waist.
This feels good. Having Ricky in his arms and around his dick, just enjoying the peace of the night and the darkness. It usually takes Gyuvin a few rounds to feel satisfied, but his meter is half full from their first go, and it feels as if he can pass out right then and there.
His eyes flutter shut, and Ricky’s breathing evens out before he tenses.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
Gyuvin sits up a little, trying to pick up on whatever Ricky was hearing. Sure enough, there’s a rough sound of something being slammed against the hotel door.
Ricky’s eyes shift to the other hotel bed and then back to Gyuvin. “Wait, who did you come to the club with?”
He gets his answer almost immediately. The sound of the door unlocking with a beep kick-starts them both into action. Gyuvin pulls out, yanking the blanket over both of them.
“You could have told me they were coming back.”
“They weren't supposed to,” Guyvin hissed back. They’re facing the other bed and are bound to be found out if Hao and his friend turn the corner and turn on the lights. Pulling the cover up to his face, Ricky pushes back against Guyvin, attempting to get as far away from the other bed as possible.
Hao is overly giggly. The identifiable sounds of kissing and clothes rustling send warning bells blaring through Gyuvin’s head. There’s no way Hao forgot he gave Gyuvin the room tonight. The deal was Hao would go wherever his one night stand lived, and Gyuvin could have the hotel room. Unless he was tipsy or drunk and not in his right mind.
If that were the case, how would he go about stopping this without Hao feeling some type of way about it?
“It’s fine,” Ricky whispers, helping Gyuvin out of his internal breakdown. “We can just pretend we’re asleep.”
It’s a bad idea but the only one they have at the moment, and so it’s what they decide on. Gyuvin hopes Hao and his partner stay by the door. It takes more than one hot night to make the crush he had for three years go away. And while he might not feel anything romantically for Hao after experiencing Ricky, he’s a man attracted to him. He isn’t going to remain unaffected for long.
“You promised me a lot of things at the club,” Hao tells his partner for the night. A low chuckle comes from the other man, who murmurs in a seductive voice.
“Did I? Looks like I’ll have to follow through.”
Hao hums and then they’re walking. It’s dark so they stumble a bit before eventually they sound much closer, landing on Hao’s hotel bed with a mix of breathless laughter and pleasured sighs.
“Wait, who’s that?”
They both freeze.
“Who? Oh fuck, Gyuvin’s back with the pretty boy from the club.” From then on, they start whispering. “I totally forgot I had brought him with me.”
“Should we move? I can get us another hotel room.”
There’s a long pause and then the sound of clothes rustling. “No, it’s okay we just have to be quiet.”
“You want me to do this with two other people in the room?”
“They’re asleep,” Hao tells him, though he doesn’t sound entirely sure of that. “I’ll be quiet.”
“You weren’t even quiet in the bathroom,” his partner reminds him. “The whole reason we ended up back here was because of those sinful moans you kept letting out when I dry humped you against the bathroom stall.”
Hao lets out one of those pretty moans right then because of the reminder. It’s followed by the sound of kissing, wet and long. “You were so hot for that. You’d be even hotter if you stopped talking and started acting on all the things you whispered in my ear earlier.”
His partner laughs quietly. “I feel like you only want me for my body.”
“Right now, yes, I do. Everything else can come after. You can pillow talk me until the sun rises for all I care just get to it.”
There’s a soft yet authoritative tone in his voice. His partner must feel the same way because the next sounds they hear are the quiet squelch of a mouth around a cock and Hao hissing out a curse.
“Ah, yes, Hanbin,” Hao whines out before going silent. Gyuvin cracks an eye open and sees his hand covering his mouth. Hao thrusts into Hanbin’s mouth in small increments, rolling his head along the bed as Hanbin slurps around him.
“You taste so good.”
“So I’ve been told.” Comes Hao’s cocky reply.
The echo of a weak slap and Hao giggling follows, and Gyuvin can’t believe this is the man he’s been crushing on for the past three years. Hao is a lot more playful in bed than Gyuvin thought he’d be. He always imagined Hao being serious. Making demands and telling Gyuvin what to do and how he wanted it. Hao doesn’t seem to be providing Hanbin any guidance, and it doesn’t sound like he needs any.
It seems to go on forever. Hanbin sucks Hao off with steady movement, one that has Hao whimpering into the palm of his hand. The sound of something landing low on Hao’s bed comes next.
“I’m literally sucking you off right now.”
“Multitask,” Hao huffs out. “The night doesn’t last forever, and I want to feel those fingers in me before it ends.”
“Are you always this…” Hanbin trails off and Hao hums.
“No, it’s just because it’s you.”
“Good to know,” Hanbin replied with a quiet laugh.
Despite his comment, Hanbin follows through with Hao's request. Hao moans are poorly, muffled by his lips. Eventually, he gives up, panting heavily as Hanbin sucks him off while fingering him.
If there was ever a time to reveal they’re awake, it would be now when they’re still in the early stages of their quick foreplay. Yet neither of them moves. Things are treading dangerously into invasive territory. Gyuvin is so hard he can’t help but grind a little into Ricky to take some of the edge off, which makes things difficult for Ricky, who squeezes back.
Gyuvin hopes this doesn’t take too long. From the sound of it, Hao is already bordering impatient, telling Hanbin he’s ready just minutes later.
The good news is they’re being relatively quiet. Hanbin gets Hao on his stomach, pushing his face into the plush hotel pillow.
Hao turns his head with an offended huff. “You’re so rough.”
“I don’t hear a complaint in there,” Hanbin comments as if he knows he won’t ever hear one. “And I did it for your sake. I don’t think you want your little roommate to wake up to you like this.”
“He isn’t little,” Hao scoffs.
Hanbin hums quietly. “I got that much from the clothes tossed on the floor. Now are we doing this, or are you going to keep fake complaining? You don’t have to piss me off for me to go hard.”
“I’m sure it would help,” Hao replies innocently. Hanbin doesn’t seem to agree. A startled moan echoes through the hotel room. It isn’t muffled, and thankfully Gyuvin closed his eyes just in time. He hears Hao’s head turn on his pillow.
“They’re still asleep. Keep that up and they won’t be.”
“That was your fault,” Hao says through gritted teeth. His next words have a little less bite to them. “If they wake up, it’s all your fault.”
They’re very awake. More than awake. Ricky keeps backing up against him, pushing his warm, soft ass against his hip, and Gyuvin’s brain can’t seem to care about the risk of being caught when Ricky doesn’t seem to want to stop.
He makes a decision. It isn’t a wise one but it’s one that’s beneficial to both of them.
Under the covers, Gyuvin slides his hand along Ricky’s waist carefully, stilling his twisting hips. If they’re going to move, it’s better if Gyuvin does it. The two currently fucking in the other bed can’t possibly pay attention to what they're doing and Ricky and Gyuvin.
Pulling back a bit, Gyuvin pushes all the way in. He's close enough to hear Ricky’s slow inhale, muffled by the sheets his face is buried into. From there Gyuvin starts slowly, rocking his hips as discreetly as possible. This is almost hotter than what they did before. There’s the thrill of being caught along with the arousal already coursing through them from their last round.
Gyuvin has to hand it to Hao. He can be very quiet when he wants to be. Other than the barely noticeable sound of the bed moving and the occasional slap of skin, they don’t hear much.
Just like Hao had said.
Hanbin either strongly disagrees or hates being wrong. His attempts at being careful start to lose their edge. He goes harder, muffled groans picking up before Hao’s trusty pillow suddenly doesn’t do anything to hide the noises.
Something was bound to happen.
It was already a lot.
The sound of Hao pushing off the pillow introduces a new slew of sounds. Hao moans desperately and the accidental and sinful moan of Hanbin’s name startles all of them.
Hanbin slams into Hao hard, Ricky shifts on the bed, his top leg slipping forward, Gyuvin slides in deeper with the new angle, and sure enough, with Gyuvin pressing down on his prostate, Ricky lets out a weak sound.
And everything goes still.
“That one moved,” Hanbin says, partially out of breath.
“Gyuvin?” Hao calls out tentatively. Gyuvin stills and Hao swears louder. “I know you’re awake. No one holds their breath when they’re asleep.”
Blinking his eyes open, Gyuvin props his arm up, resting his head on his hand. “In my defense, what kind of person fucks in a room with people sleeping anyways.”
“I’m the same kind that fucks their one-night stand in the same room while getting off to hearing us,” Hanbin shoots back.
Finally Ricky joins in, removing the sheet from his beautifully flushed face. “Technically we were here first.” That one is directed at Hao, who glances at Gyuvin in disbelief.
“Well what now?”
Hao cranes his neck to look at Hanbin with an incredulous look. “We aren’t stopping just because we got caught.”
“And we’re not stopping just because you caught us,” Ricky joins in. Gyuvin thought Ricky was shy and maybe he is but at the moment he couldn’t care less.
There’s a brief exchange of looks before Hao looks back at Hanbin.
“If they’re awake, I don’t have to be quiet.”
“That’s not what that means,” Hanbin says, squeezing at his waist. “But if they don’t mind…”
“We don’t. Ricky is probably going to be just as loud.”
He and Hanbin look at each other, and there’s an understanding.
“There’s no way he’s as loud as Hao.”
“You just met Hao. You don’t even know him.”
Hanbin crosses his arms. “I know enough.”
“Boys, this isn’t a competition,” Ricky says, cutting between them. Gyuvin’s attention snaps to Hao once the word is out, but the challenge is already in his eyes.
“It is now,” Hao says with a devilish smile.
“Don’t fake it to win,” Hanbin says, rolling his eyes. “I know you’re competitive. That I do know. I’ve never seen anyone do that many shots in my life and walk away.”
“Faking takes too much energy. I’ve been holding back for them,” Hao points out. “But now I can do what I want. Isn’t that exciting?” He says with a teasing lift to his voice.
Done with paying attention to what they have going on, Gyuvin pulls out, rolling Ricky on his back. “I don’t need you to be louder than Hao. He’s a notorious loudmouth.”
“Hey!”
“Am I wrong?” Gyuvin shoots back, still looking at Ricky, who gives him a blank stare.
“You’re so sweet.” That’s what Gyuvin was going for. “I really don’t need sweet right now. Maybe after?”
For a moment there, Gyuvin forgot that the Ricky under him wasn’t the closed-off pretty boy he met at the club. He isn’t quiet either.
“Right,” Gyuvin replies weakly. Ricky graces him with a pretty laugh that Gyuvin falls in love with before dragging him down for a kiss.
“And now they’re starting ahead of us,” Hao says in the distance.
Ricky kisses him harder before dragging his hands along Gyuvin’s arms. He pulls away with a haughty expression. “Catch up, it can’t be that hard.”
Great, he really does have a type. They’re scarily alike.
Pushing back inside of Ricky, Gyuvin is rewarded with a quiet moan. Their lips slide together as Gyuvin starts an easy rhythm, warming them back up to where they were before Hao and Hanbin had arrived. As his momentum builds, so does Ricky’s sounds. It’s a good thing Gyuvin’s done this with Ricky already. He can tell the growing volume of his moans are genuine. The kind he got earlier when he gave Ricky exactly what he asked for.
In the bed beside them, Hanbin and Hao have resumed too. Despite all his talk about being loud, it sounds like Hanbin is giving Hao a run for his money. His moans barely make it out as Hao simply tries to breathe, unable to process what it is Hanbin is doing to him.
The air in the room grows thicker. Gyuvin’s cock drags inside of Ricky perfectly, and he wails, clenching down hard and burying his face into Gyuvin’s shoulder.
“Oh,” Hanbin exclaims with an intrigued chuckle. “You probably didn’t know he had that in him. Maybe we should pay them back. Watch them like they watched us.”
“That’s a bit too far,” Hao says nervously, but when Gyuvin turns his head, Hao’s eyes are lowered, glued to the sheet covering his and Ricky’s lower half, watching intensely as Gyuvin moves inside of him. “Who would want to see that?”
“You do,” Hanbin whispers.
Gyuvin knows they can’t see much. The room is dark except for the slight glow coming from the moonlight. Yet when Ricky hooks his ankles behind his lower back, the white sheet slipping a bit lower, neither of them move to drag it back up as they have been. He feels it slope lower and lower before the cold air of the room hits their once covered bodies.
There’s too much attention on him. Ricky stares up at him through his eyelashes, his pretty lips parted around a continuous string of moans. He feels Hao’s eyes on them. He knows when Hao whispered out “oh wow,” it’s for them. He knows Hanbin’s glancing at them, also getting off on seeing how well Gyuvin is doing.
“Don’t get shy now,” Hao tells him when Gyuvin’s hips falter a bit.
Ricky bites back a portly concealed smile. “Looks like I know something your friend doesn’t.”
Gyuvin’s wavering thrusts aren’t because of all the attention. The truth is Gyuvin is close, something only Ricky knows because he’s experienced it.
Shifting on his forearms, Gyuvin adjusts his weight. It's nearly impossible for him to keep up his current pace with how weak he feels. His cock throbs painfully with the urge to come. He still holds out, watching as Ricky’s pretty long fingers wrap around himself. His wrist twists between them, lowers down even more, directing his force so that Ricky feels it head on.
“Gyuvin, I’m—” a hiccuped moan spills from Ricky as his cock spouts between them. His come smears on their stomachs and with a few final pushes, Gyuvin clutches the pillow by Ricky’s head, rocking into him with slow but hard thrusts that send tingles through his cock. He grows closer with every thrust until eventually he pushes down hard against Ricky’s body and comes with a breathless and choked out moan. His body shakes as the orgasm he’s been working towards continues to pull from out of him. Lifting his weight off of Ricky, Gyuvin peers down at the disheveled man.
“Next time we do this, I want you in me without that,” Ricky says, pointing to the box of condoms by Gyuvin’s leg.
Hao sits up with a lazy smile. “Really? Just once and you’re ready to lock him down.”
“I never said all that. But yeah, I want to see you again,” Ricky admits. “Maybe before then you two can get rid of whatever weird energy I’ve been getting all night.”
“There’s no weird energy between us,” Hao says, waving him off. “Gyuvin had a little crush, that's all. And I figured if you’re anything like me, you’ll try to one-and-done him.”
Hanbin makes a confused noise. “Wait, is that what you’re doing to me?”
“No, you’re too valuable for me to leave alone. I’ve struck gold with you.”
Hanbin doesn’t sound so reassured. “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel better. Do I need to prove myself again?”
“You don’t need to. But I can’t go to sleep without taking a shower, so I guess you can come along.”
They’re off the bed and out of sight in seconds.
“They’d make a really interesting couple,” Gyuvin says quietly. He’s a little jealous that Hao found someone who fits him so perfectly.
“So would we,” Ricky says, sitting up a little. “But I don’t date guys I don’t know.”
Gyuvin chuckles. “Afraid of being disappointed?” Ricky had mentioned it before.
“I won’t have to worry about that with you. It’s a good thing you asked me to dance.”
“That was all Hao.”
“I bet. He’s really pretty. I see why you like him.”
Gyuvin squints his eyes. “You think he’s pretty?”
Ricky shrugs. “I think I might have just found a way to make all your dreams come true.”
“How?”
“They aren’t exclusive yet. We’re not exclusive yet.”
“Yet?” Gyuvin zones in on that word. Does that mean Ricky wants more with him? “And what are you getting at?”
Ricky sits up fully, stretching his arms a little.
“It just sounds like they wouldn’t mind joining us and clearly we’re attracted to them. I’m not against seeing where that goes just once.”
“Only once?” Gyuvin asks in suspicion.
Ricky slides a hand along Gyuvin’s shoulder. It’s gentle, but there’s a possessive edge to the way his grip tightens.
“I don’t like sharing.”
Gyuvin figures that much the moment Ricky caught on to his crush on Hao.
“Just once then,” Gyuvin agrees. “But what makes you think they’ll say yes?”
Ricky leans over, turning on the light. With the new beignets takes in the pretty glow of the thin layer of sweat on Ricky’s skin and his pretty lashes wet and clumped together from his tears. Even after he’s just as stunning.
“Because you’re going to ask Hao and he’s already got Hanbin wrapped around his finger.”
He has to admit hearing Ricky's proposal makes him wonder too.
“But we can work out the fine details later. For now we have until they finish showering to be alone, and I like how you move without an audience.”
They fall back in place like the perfect puzzle, thankful the loud spray of the shower drowns out the noises of the other couple.
Soon they’ll make their move.