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In a way, hooking up felt like a totally normal trajectory for their relationship.

They were horny young guys literally banned from hooking up with anybody else. The options for releasing sexual frustration were limited to four, and his best friend seemed like the safest choice. Not to mention Soobin was the only one Beomgyu had ever thought of like that, putting him far above the others on the list of people to potentially ask to fuck in order to platonically release sexual frustration.

He didn’t have the courage to bring it up until they got wasted in Beomgyu’s childhood bedroom, which should’ve been weird, but for some reason wasn’t at all. Now, two months later, the whole thing is a nonfactor in Beomgyu’s life. The transition from ‘best friends’ to ‘best friends who get each other off’ was so seamless he barely thinks about it anymore, even as it’s happening.

At least, he didn’t until today.

Normally, the most they do is kiss and rub against each other until they come in their boxers like teenagers. This very recently—as in the past-week recently—escalated into Soobin touching Beomgyu’s dick, which today somehow escalated into them fucking for real. Like, for real for real.

It feels like he blinked and then suddenly Soobin had his fingers up Beomgyu’s ass and Beomgyu was turning to jelly under him. He has no idea how Soobin roped him into doing this.

Okay, that’s a total lie. Beomgyu dreamed for years of having Soobin take him apart like this, so it didn’t take that much convincing. He’s more confused about what prompted Soobin to bring it up in the first place, why they moved on from kissing and grinding at all.

“Ow,” Beomgyu hisses, kicking Soobin in the side when Soobin accidentally presses in a bit too hard, a bit too fast. “That fucking hurts.”

“Of course it hurts,” Soobin snaps in response, his absurdly big cock balls-deep in Beomgyu. “I’m inside your asshole.”

Beomgyu groans, throwing his arms over his face.

“Can you not say it like that?” he requests, squirming around to find a comfortable position. It doesn’t do much to ease off the pain, though, and the sting sends a shock up his spine. He withholds a moan. “It’s—it’s not sexy when you say the word ‘asshole’.”

Soobin’s brows knit together. “But it’s the truth?”

“You’re the worst dirty talker in the world.”

“I’m not dirty talking!” Soobin shouts, hitting Beomgyu on the shoulder, presumably out of instinct. Beomgyu yelps—now that actually hurt, and not in the sexy way. Soobin never knows his own strength.

Beomgyu closes his eyes, squeezing his legs around the side of Soobin’s head. “You can start moving,” he says, neutrally. Not too eager and not too mean. He just wants to get it over with, honestly.

“Fine,” Soobin grumbles, and slides his cock out until the head tugs on Beomgyu’s rim, before slamming back in so hard the bed shakes.

Beomgyu’s toes curl, and he muffles all his noises with one hand while Soobin learns how to hold a rhythm. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated and Soobin’s cock keeps slipping out by accident, but fuck it’s good, heat building in the pit of his stomach and chest tightening alarmingly fast.

Not because Soobin is some sort of sex god or anything—he’s just blessed with a big dick and heightened focus, both of which he uses liberally on Beomgyu. And Beomgyu certainly isn’t complaining.

He sort of wished the whole experience would be terrible, so that they had something to laugh at, but it really isn’t. Beomgyu comes with a whimper not too long later, hips lifting into the air as he spills all over his own stomach.

Untouched. So, if anything, Soobin will laugh at him.

The only thing that is terrible is Soobin coming to a stop while deeply seated in Beomgyu, and then… nothing. Just Soobin’s fingers digging into his sides and the dull sensation of the condom bulking up from all the cum.

And Soobin comes a lot. A lot. He keeps going and going and going and Beomgyu lies there awkwardly, struggling not to pout. Soobin comes so much and yet none of it gets inside or on Beomgyu.

It irritates him, because he just generously gave Soobin his hole in the most unsexy way possible (because of Soobin, not him). The least Soobin can do is something hot at the end, like come on his face or inside him properly.

Soobin pulls out and they both sigh. Beomgyu feels strangely empty now, hole clenching around nothing, and he scowls when he sees Soobin tug the condom off, soft cock settling against his thigh.

There’s so much cum that it leaks out as Soobin attempts to tie the condom, getting all over his fingers and even the sheets.

“You came so much,” Beomgyu observes. “Next time, don’t wear a condom.”

“What? I have to wear one,” Soobin says, frowning. He doesn’t flinch at Beomgyu’s ‘next time’. “And I don’t come that much.”

“No, you don’t, and yes, you do.” Beomgyu forces himself to sit up properly, and he gingerly prods at his own entrance with his index finger. It’s all puffy.

Soobin squints at him. Once the condom is neatly wrapped up, he tosses it into the trash. Beomgyu almost swears it’s going to break from how full it is of Soobin’s cum. He’s genuinely shocked when it doesn’t.

What a waste of perfectly good cum. Like, Beomgyu doesn’t have a cum kink, but it can be sexy if used correctly. And while the sex itself was fine, they are sorely in need of increased sexiness.

Beomgyu tsks and decides, “Four out of ten.”

Soobin glares at him, sitting back down on the bed. He doesn’t even grab a towel or anything for them. “Are you rating me?”

“Three out of ten now,” Beomgyu says, and Soobin has the audacity to look annoyed. “Another mark gone because you didn’t clean us up.”

“Clean yourself up!” Soobin shouts, cheeks warming. He reaches over, probably to smack Beomgyu or something like that, but Beomgyu dodges with a grin.

“Hyung, you’re supposed to be taking care of me,” he whines. “I’m giving you my ass, shouldn’t you do what I want in return?”

“Not when what you want is for us to go raw and get cum everywhere and then I’m the one who has to clean it up,” Soobin grumbles.

“Embrace your inner cum fountain,” Beomgyu advises. Something promptly obscures his vision not even half a second later as Soobin slams a dirty pillow straight into his face, shutting him up.

“Shut up,” Soobin says, and Beomgyu bursts into laughter when he sees how rapidly Soobin’s cheeks are turning red. “I’m not a—I’m not even going to repeat it. You’re so mean to me.”

Beomgyu coos, obnoxiously shoving himself into Soobin’s space and hugging him, much to Soobin’s chagrin. He seems irritated by Beomgyu’s words, and Beomgyu files that reaction into his brain for later, smile growing. He’ll never pass up on ways to piss Soobin off.

If not only because it means he’s all Soobin thinks about for those few seconds he pretends to be annoyed.

Like most things they do, they pick up on how to have good sex pretty quickly after that.

Soobin stops calling it his asshole and moves onto marginally sexier terms such as the abridged hole, and Beomgyu learns how to do more than lie there and take it. Beomgyu is almost positive Soobin does research after that first time, because his foreplay-to-fucking ratio improves drastically, and that’s not even something Beomgyu complained about.

All in all, getting bent over Soobin’s desk becomes something Beomgyu genuinely looks forward to doing when time permits. It also helps that Soobin is really fucking hot, and Beomgyu really loves staring at him, especially when he’s completely focused on Beomgyu.

It’s practically as good as an arrangement like this will get, so Beomgyu can’t complain that much.

One thing that doesn’t change, however, is how insistent Soobin is on using a condom. That is the one thing Beomgyu will continue to complain about.

Beomgyu got it. Past tense. It made sense when they first started because they were new and practising safe sex, but they are no longer new and they’ve done a lot of other nasty stuff like have Soobin’s tongue in his ass. So he doesn’t see why Soobin is still so dead set on wearing it.

Statistically, if they do it once a week without a condom, that’s not that dangerous, right? Surely it’s worth the risk. The incredibly minor risk, because they’re not fucking other people or anything like that. And they get tested every two weeks for good measure.

Some time later, he finds himself it the not-unusual position of being lowered onto Soobin’s cock like a rag doll, because Soobin is a bitch who likes to misuse his natural strength during sex to fuck Beomgyu in ways that make his brain turn to static. Like this—Soobin gripping his waist, lifting him up and down with little to no effort from Beomgyu himself, Beomgyu’s own cock rubbing against their stomachs as he bounces.

“Hyung—” he manages to get out, and Soobin hums lowly, completely concentrated on driving himself as far as he can into Beomgyu. And holy shit is that far. He swears he can feel Soobin’s cock all the way in his fucking throat, it’s nestled so deep inside him. “Hyung—”

He rakes his nails down Soobin’s chest, and Soobin groans, suddenly shoving Beomgyu down so his back is on the mattress, one leg squished on the bed and the other falling onto Soobin’s shoulder for easy access. Beomgyu hates this position because it’s so exposing, but he can’t deny how fucking hot it is to have Soobin looming over him like this, and how big he feels when Beomgyu’s all spread out and ready to take him.

The edge of the condom rubs against his hole every time Soobin thrusts back in, and Beomgyu squeezes his eyes shut, hips squirming every time.

“Take it off,” he requests, though it comes out more like a beg, especially as his voice breaks on the last word. He swallows to fix it, but it’s becoming increasingly hard to both breathe and talk as his vision blurs from all the heat tingling in his body. “Take it off.”

“No,” Soobin answers, somehow sounding childish at the same time he sinks his cock into Beomgyu.

“You’re so—” Beomgyu’s back arches, and Soobin cuts him off with a slow roll of his hips, cock rubbing against Beomgyu’s warm insides, filling him up in ways Beomgyu didn’t even know was possible. Beomgyu only barely covers his mouth in time before letting out the most embarrassing noise he’s ever made.

“I’m so?” Soobin taunts. He’s grinning like he’s won, and Beomgyu knees him in the side of the face as hard as he can in this position. Which isn’t that hard.

“Fuck you!” he says instead, and Soobin laughs.

“We’re literally fucking right n—”

Beomgyu slaps his hand over the back of Soobin’s neck and pulls him down, swallowing the rest of his words into a kiss. If Soobin isn’t going to comply and fuck him properly—as in, without the condom—the least he can do is not make shitty jokes during sex.

Thankfully, the only noise made after that is them gasping into each other’s mouths and Soobin slamming into Beomgyu’s lower half, and the moment Soobin gets a hand around Beomgyu’s cock, he’s gone.

“Soobin—hyung,” Beomgyu cries out, the heel of his foot digging into Soobin’s back as his entire body tenses. Beomgyu comes all over Soobin’s hand, while Soobin squeezes him tight and curses loudly, emptying himself into the condom.

They stay there panting for a solid minute after. Beomgyu’s head spins, and his chest burns as he tries to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” Beomgyu says, blinking up at the ceiling.

Soobin lifts his head, still dazed, and so Beomgyu takes initiative and grabs Soobin’s hand, bringing it to mouth. His own cum sticks to the tips of Soobin’s fingers, and Beomgyu swirls his tongue around them, eyes closing as he tastes himself. Salty, but not too bad, and Beomgyu loves having Soobin’s fingers in his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Soobin breathes out.

Beomgyu licks them until they’re perfectly clean and dripping with his spit. Soobin’s fingers slip out, resting on Beomgyu’s plump bottom lip.

“Now, wouldn’t it be a lot sexier if that was your cum and not mine?” Beomgyu says, raspily. “If you would just pull out and take off the condom for once—”

“No,” Soobin says for the fiftieth time, and well. It was worth a shot. Especially because of how Soobin’s cock fattens up again slightly from watching Beomgyu lick his fingers. “I’ll get us a towel.”

He pulls out, leaving Beomgyu mournfully empty once more, and Beomgyu huffs.

The sex is practically as good as it can get. Practically, but not actually, and Beomgyu will figure out how to get Soobin to cave, because there’s no way it’s simply Soobin being a stickler for safe sex. No way. Beomgyu isn’t even asking for Soobin to fuck him raw anymore; all he’s asking for is Soobin to come on him. Normal people do that all the time. It’s not even remotely out of the ordinary.

There’s something deeper going on, and Beomgyu is going to get to the bottom of it. (The bottom being what Soobin is so concerned about, not Beomgyu.)

Beomgyu swears he doesn’t have a cum kink. He’s not dreaming of drinking Soobin’s cum by the gallon. He just doesn’t understand why Soobin is so resistant to getting his cum inside anything but the condom.

And just because he doesn’t have a kink for it doesn’t mean he can’t like certain aspects of it. For example: coming on somebody’s face. That’s hot, right? That’s something near-universally accepted as being sexy, and Soobin refuses to do it. He’ll let Beomgyu do it to him, but not the other way around, and Beomgyu highly doubts it’s because Soobin is concerned about bottom rights and Beomgyu internalising getting on his knees.

Plus, the whole idea of Soobin coming on him or in him is fucking hot. Not the cum itself, but the marking and possessiveness of it—Beomgyu isn’t immune to liking attention. In fact, he would say he’s pretty open about enjoying it, especially Soobin’s attention. He gets all fluttery inside when he thinks about Soobin rubbing his cum between Beomgyu’s lips and sticking his fingers in his mouth and saying how good he looks all for Soobin and—

Anyway.

Is he saving his cum for his real future partner? Because if so, that seems a bit backwards. They already took each other’s first times. First creampie doesn’t seem nearly as romantic in comparison.

“Hyung,” Beomgyu mumbles into Soobin’s mouth. Soobin hums, not breaking away, so Beomgyu gives his lower lip a small nip.

Soobin pulls back with a huff, sweaty hair matted to his temples and lips bright red from being played with.

He’s so fucking pretty Beomgyu forgets what he was going to ask, and Soobin frowns at his silence. “What?”

Beomgyu snaps himself out of his daze a few times by blinking down at Soobin’s lap instead of his face. His cock tents his boxers, a little wet spot at the front, and Beomgyu licks his lips.

“Can I?” he asks, reaching for Soobin’s hips.

“Can you…?” Soobin trails off.

“Help you with that?”

Soobin follows Beomgyu’s gaze to his own crotch. “Uh… well, I thought we were just going to… y’know…” He waves his hand.

Beomgyu pouts. “But I want to touch it,” he whines, and tries to tug down Soobin’s boxers. Soobin stops him, his hands slapping over Beomgyu’s. “Why are you so shy? I literally see your dick every other day now, hyung.”

“Because I like touching you more than I like you touching me,” Soobin answers.

Beomgyu scowls. Soobin is nice, but he’s not a saint. Not letting Beomgyu have his cum is one thing, but not letting Beomgyu touch him at all? That’s just bizarre.

“Hyung—”

Soobin muffles his words with a kiss, deeper and wetter than before. Beomgyu melts into it, thoroughly distracted for a few minutes, until Soobin’s lips begin to slow their movements.

“Will you at least come on my stomach or something,” Beomgyu pesters. Soobin’s cock is fully hard now, poking him in the thigh, and Beomgyu nuzzles his knee against it.

“No,” Soobin answers, and Beomgyu groans.

“I don’t understand why—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Soobin interrupts. He reaches around Beomgyu’s body for the bottle of lube sitting behind him, popping the cap open.

“Is it a cleanliness thing or—ah!”

Soobin cuts him off properly this time by prodding a finger against his hole, and Beomgyu curls up in his lap, silenced against his will.

“I’m serious, Gyu, don’t worry about it,” Soobin repeats. He kisses Beomgyu’s temple as he hooks his finger inside him, causing Beomgyu to groan.

How can Beomgyu not worry about it? This is about Soobin too! It can’t be comfortable to come inside a condom every single time. If this is truly for Beomgyu’s benefit somehow, it’s not working!

But Beomgyu’s determination quickly dissipates as Soobin digs his fingers in deeper and deeper, and then his cock. When Soobin catches his hand and entwines their fingers together, Beomgyu comes so hard he blacks out momentarily.

Stupid sexy Soobin, he thinks, half fondly and half bitterly, before passing out that night.

“… don’t understand why he can’t just suck it up and…”

“Hyung.”

“… take off the fucking condom at least at the end so it’ll…”

“Beomgyu hyung.”

“… get on my stomach or something and I can lick it off his fingers because that would be really hot and…”

“Beomgyu!”

Beomgyu’s mouth shuts abruptly as Taehyun worms his way into his line of sight, glaring at him so icily it feels like he’s been thrust into a snowstorm.

Oops. He might’ve rambled on for a bit too long there.

“When I said you could tell me anything, I did not mean the details of your and Soobin hyung’s sex life,” Taehyun grits out.

“But that defies the word anything,” Beomgyu retorts. Who else is he supposed to go to? Yeonjun? Fuck no, he’ll end up giving him step-by-step instructions on how to ‘make it better’, and Beomgyu doesn’t need that level of nitpicking in his life. Kai? He’s not sure Kai knows what sex is.

… Alright, that might be a slight (major) exaggeration, but Kai simply is not the person he thinks of when he thinks which one of my friends should I talk about Soobin’s dick to? So it’s a no for him too. By default, that leaves Taehyun. And Taehyun always says Beomgyu can go to him for anything.

And, honestly, it took a lot of effort for him to work up the courage to spill his feelings to Taehyun, okay? So he would appreciate it if Taehyun didn’t act so… like that. This is a legitimate problem for Beomgyu! His complaints about his sex life are valid.

When he tells this to Taehyun, it does not sway the younger boy in the slightest into wanting to listen.

“Why are you telling me all this? You know you can just talk to him about it, right?”

“I have!” Beomgyu bemoans. He aggressively shakes Taehyun’s shoulder. “So many times. But he always says ‘no’ without any explanation.”

“Maybe he hates cleaning up.” Taehyun shrugs. “If he secretly wants it, he’ll come around. You know him. He always takes forever to work through his ‘feelings’.” Taehyun uses air quotes.

“Ughhhh.” Beomgyu groans, knocking his head against Taehyun’s shoulder. “I hate him. He’s so annoying.”

“I can agree that he’s annoying sometimes, but we both know you don’t hate him,” Taehyun laughs.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Beomgyu glares.

“I think you know,” Taehyun says.

Beomgyu glares harder. Taehyun, completely unaffected, reaches over and ruffles Beomgyu’s hair like he’s some sort of overgrown pet. Which… he might very well be, in Taehyun’s mind.

He does know. But he didn’t know Taehyun did, and they certainly don’t need to talk about it.

“He has a soft spot for you,” Taehyun continues, “he’ll give in eventually. Be patient, hyung.”

Being patient is physically impossible for him, but Taehyun’s words give him an idea, so maybe this conversation wasn’t totally useless after all.

“Hyung, let’s—let’s make a deal,” Beomgyu says, mentally berating himself for losing his cool halfway. But to be fair to himself, it’s hard to remember how to speak when Soobin is mouthing at his neck, sucking light marks into his skin. “Hyung, listen to me.”

“What?” Soobin asks, not lifting his head from Beomgyu’s neck. He leaves a kiss under Beomgyu’s jaw, and Beomgyu’s heart does something funny.

He pushes it down and continues on his mission, “I’ll ride you and clean up afterwards, if—”

“Really?”

It’s hilarious how quickly Soobin perks up at that. His invisible tail wags furiously. Beomgyu wonders if it’s from him sitting on Soobin’s dick, or from him offering to clean up—god knows Soobin has complained about both enough times to make either believable.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Beomgyu says. “I’ll ride you and clean up afterwards if you pull out at the end and come on my face.”

The reaction is instantaneous. Soobin scowls, returning to nipping Beomgyu’s neck, this time ever-so-slightly harsher. “No,” he says.

Beomgyu sighs and squirms until Soobin’s nose is no longer nestled against him and he can look him in the eyes properly. “Can you at least tell me why? Like, do you have a fear of your own cum or something? Because I know it’s not about being safe and this seems like a really weird hill to die on. You know, so many people would pay to come on this face—” Not that Beomgyu would let them, but he knows they’re out there.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Soobin purses his lips, eyes flitting away from Beomgyu’s as he answers.

Beomgyu is going to slap him, and not in the sexy way.

“Fine,” he says, falling back onto the bed and bringing Soobin with him. “Deal’s off, then.”

“Gyuuuu,” Soobin whines. Poor thing. He must have really wanted Beomgyu to ride him and-or clean up instead. But sucks to be him, because Beomgyu made him an offer and he rejected. That’s not Beomgyu’s fault!

“No,” Beomgyu says, mocking Soobin’s tone. “I’m back to being a pillow princess. Hurry up now.”

He can feel Soobin glaring by how he bites Beomgyu’s collarbone—properly bites, teeth catching the delicate skin and pulling until the mark is left. Beomgyu moans loudly, dragging his nails down Soobin’s upper back.

But he doesn’t seem to mind Beomgyu’s tactic of lying there and taking it, because he still comes just as hard, muffling a cry of Beomgyu’s name into the crook of his neck.

He just doesn’t come where Beomgyu wants him to.

Sadly, they do have jobs, and sometimes those jobs make it so that they don’t have a lot of free time. Especially not free time where they can have sex, because that requires the entire evening off and the following morning so they can sleep in out of exhaustion.

Comeback preparations start up again and they go a whole three weeks without fucking. Beomgyu has no idea if that’s a long time for the average person or not, but it feels like a long time. Working so much exhausts them all, which in turn makes them all grumpy, and this is probably the time in which Beomgyu needs the sexual release the most.

He’s not surprised when, on their one day of the month off, Soobin crawls into bed with him at six in the morning and pulls down his boxers.

“‘M not even awake yet,” Beomgyu pretends to complain, even though he’s secretly glad Soobin was both brave and determined enough to walk all the way to his room (a solid five steps away) to fuck him. Getting an early start so they can fuck multiple times today—smart.

And morning sex isn’t something they do often. Beomgyu loves it, having Soobin rock into him while spooning him, the warm breath against his neck making him shiver with every thrust. Most of their sex is casual and laid-back. This is more intimate, and Beomgyu admits that he loves the feeling of being cherished this much.

He comes with a quiet gasp, and he doesn’t have enough energy to make a snarky comment on the condom. Soobin lies down next to him after wiping himself off, and Beomgyu moves in to kiss him without hesitation.

He’s so handsome when he first wakes up, which is unfair because Beomgyu always looks horrible and under-slept. It really speaks to how sexually frustrated Soobin is that he finds Beomgyu’s bedhead hot. But Beomgyu doesn’t mind being stared at if it means he can unabashedly stare at Soobin in return—at his swollen lips and glossy, tired eyes and how the morning sun lights up his face like an angel’s.

Beomgyu swallows, pulling back from their kiss as both his heart and brain go haywire. Soobin smiles at him, all sleepy and cute despite having his monster cock shoved up Beomgyu’s ass less than ten minutes ago, and Beomgyu feels his cheeks warm at the sight.

He rolls onto his other side, his back to Soobin’s chest, and mumbles, “I’m going back to sleep.”

Soobin chuckles against his nape. “Okay, Gyu. Goodnight.”

“Good morning,” Beomgyu slurs, and falls back asleep as the sun rises.

For the rest of the month, the only time they spend together in private is in locked dressing rooms and the company practice rooms during breaks between classes and meetings. Other than that, it’s work nonstop, and neither of them have the energy to fuck after a full day of dancing and singing, no matter how badly Beomgyu wishes they did.

It’s only after their comeback actually begins that Beomgyu begins getting antsy over the lack of sex. He’s fully aware of how that makes him sound like some sort of sex addict, but he can’t help it. It’s Soobin’s fault for fucking him in the first place. Beomgyu was just going along for the ride.

They’re doing another all-black concept, tight shirts and even tighter pants, and it takes all of Beomgyu’s human decency not to throw himself at Soobin when he sees his thighs in the leather pants they put him in today.

Soobin catches his gaze from across the room and grins at him. That motherfucker.

After the performance, they change back into their street clothes, and Beomgyu makes it a point to not glance in Soobin’s direction even once. Soobin in stage clothes is hot, but Soobin in his regular hoodie and sweatpants is equally attractive, just in a different way.

Soobin forces his way into the car beside Beomgyu and saddles up right next to him.

“What?” Beomgyu asks, without looking at him. He’s tired, and he doesn’t have the emotional energy to deal with Soobin’s teasing over how Beomgyu finds him hot. Like yeah, of course he does, he has eyes, can they move on now please?

But to his surprise, Soobin doesn’t talk. Instead, he wordlessly shoves his hand down Beomgyu’s pants, right underneath both his sweatpants and boxers.

“What the fuck!” Beomgyu hisses, cheeks flaming.

“It’s fine, these windows are super tinted,” Soobin whispers. “Just be quiet.”

It’s true that nobody can see inside, and there’s a separator dividing them and the front seat with the driver, but still. Soobin wraps his long, long fingers around Beomgyu’s cock and Beomgyu shoves his face against Soobin’s shoulder, biting his lower lip so hard it hurts.

Just be quiet. Yeah, right. Easy for Soobin to say—he’s not the one having his cock played with in the car by his unfairly hot best friend.

Soobin rubs his thumb over the slit of Beomgyu’s cock and Beomgyu’s vision flashes white. Fuck, it’s good. Fuck, he missed Soobin’s hands on him. His own aren’t the same, not even close.

He gasps without meaning to and Soobin kisses him, gently pumping Beomgyu’s cock. “Shhh,” he soothes, and Beomgyu whimpers, strangled and throaty as he tries to stay quiet.

Soobin slips his other hand under Beomgyu’s shirt, all the way up to his chest, and it only takes one light flick of his nipple and a harsh pump of his cock to have him spilling into Soobin’s hand.

Without a moment of hesitation, Soobin brings his fingers to his own lips and licks Beomgyu’s cum off them, lashes fluttering, tongue poking out and getting them all wet.

If they were at home, Beomgyu would a) be hard again already, and b) begging Soobin to put those fingers inside him, but they’re not. So all he can do is watch in stunned silence, pressing his thighs together to will his erection away. They aren’t doing this two times in the car, no matter how nice the sight of Soobin licking Beomgyu’s cum off his fingers is.

Once he’s finished, he rubs Beomgyu’s waist and waits until Beomgyu has caught his breath to ask, “Better?”

“Better what?” Beomgyu returns, still a bit lost from his orgasm. Normally when they fuck at home, he curls up in bed after and they hug or chat about random shit until they fall asleep, but all he can do right now is catch his breath and attempt to act normal. It’s disorienting.

“You seemed distracted today,” Soobin says, shrugging. “And tired. I figured you needed this.”

Beomgyu sucks on the inside of his cheek. He was distracted by Soobin, but Soobin is ever-so-slightly off the mark as to why Beomgyu was staring at him all day. Honestly, he barely thought about sex. Mostly, he thought about how ridiculous it is that somebody can be as handsome as Soobin is, and how he wanted to climb him like a tree. But like, not in a sexual way. Just in a way.

It’s sweet that Soobin was thinking about him, though. Even if Soobin touching him in the car gave him the shock of his life. Beomgyu knows it’s only about sex, but it’s sweet how Soobin wanted to help.

Or maybe Soobin just wanted to touch Beomgyu’s dick. That’s an option too. But Beomgyu would like to think Soobin considered Beomgyu’s happiness somewhere in the decision-making process that led up to him getting Beomgyu off.

“What about you?” he asks.

Soobin rests his cheek on the cushion of his seat. “What about me?”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “You know what.”

“... Well, we’ll be home in ten minutes.”

“Pretty presumptuous of you to assume that I don’t already have plans when we get back,” Beomgyu sniffles, lifting his head. He obviously doesn’t, but that’s beside the point.

“What plans could you possibly have? Playing video games? Sleeping?” Soobin’s brows raise like he’s seriously confused. Beomgyu smacks him for real for that one.

“Those are important plans, okay?” Beomgyu huffs. “Spending time with friends and sleeping are important endeavours, hyung, just because you don’t do them doesn’t mean—”

“Do you want to take a shower together when we get back or not?” Soobin interrupts.

Beomgyu cuts off abruptly. Well, he’s not going to say no to that, even if it’s not what he thought was going to happen tonight. He also didn’t think Soobin would touch his dick inside of the car, so. He’s already past the point of rationality.

“... Fine,” he says.

“Fine,” Soobin returns.

Thank god the drive back is fast, because Beomgyu’s willpower is not strong enough to overrule how hard he is still.

The cum issue (he really needs to find a better phrase for it, because that one is seriously misleading) falls to the back of his mind as they wind up their promos, mainly because they shift to fucking in the shower, where Soobin’s cum sadly washes down the drain whether or not he wears a condom.

They also, surprisingly, start having less sex the more free time they have, because Soobin wants to make a song and Beomgyu wants to help him. That ends up occupying most of their alone time together, going back and forth writing lyrics and melodies and brainstorming ideas; the most they do is kiss, and that always has the aftereffect of making Beomgyu pliant and sleepy.

The sex only returns when they finish the first draft of the song and it gets sent off to the company for revisions, leaving them with nothing particularly important to do. That brings them back to the same problems they had before they started all this—being bored, restricted, and restless.

Beomgyu is happy when Soobin drags him into his room and throws him on the bed, since it means he’s not the only one wondering if fucking is back on the table. Which it is, very much so, judging by how Soobin literally fucks him on his table.

Aside from his earlier grievances, the routine is good. Comfortable and easy and warm. That’s not a word he thought he’d ever say about having sex with his best friend, but it makes sense in a way. There’s nobody else who would treat him as well as Soobin does, in that they know him like the back of their hand.

He doesn’t even have the energy to complain about it anymore to Taehyun—or at least not until Taehyun brings it up again.

“Do you ever give him blowjobs?”

Beomgyu quite literally spits out the tea he was drinking, all over his shirt and bedsheets.

“Ew,” Taehyun comments, while Beomgyu coughs his lungs out.

“What the fuck?” he wheezes. They’ve been sitting here on their phones in silence for half an hour and the conversation topic Taehyun brings up is that one? He was the one who kept complaining about Beomgyu talking about it! Hypocrisy much?

“I said, do you ever—”

“Please don’t repeat it,” Beomgyu begs, his chest burning with the pain of having nearly choked. “Why are you…”

“I’m just curious.” Taehyun shrugs. He doesn’t even look up from his phone, like they’re having a conversation as casual as the weather.

Beomgyu curls his knees against his chest, resting his chin on them and hiding his red cheeks with his arms. He doesn’t really have a reason not to tell Taehyun. Maybe Taehyun has a good reason for asking. Maybe he wants to give somebody a blowjob and is going to ask for advice. Beomgyu wouldn’t be a good hyung if he lied or didn’t answer.

“No,” he answers. “But that’s not that weird, is it?”

“Um. That is pretty fucking weird, I think,” Taehyun says. Beomgyu coughs again, this time on purpose, but Taehyun continues despite Beomgyu’s attempts at interrupting him, “You guys go all the way but you don’t touch each other’s dicks? How does that make sense?”

“I mean…” Beomgyu critically reviews his and Soobin’s recent sexual encounters. “I never touch him, but he touches me a lot.” Okay, that sounds depressing when he says it out loud. He quickly corrects, “But that’s what he wants. I try and he says no. I think he’s just into giving.”

“I don’t know,” Taehyun says, tapping his finger against his chin. “I think it’s odd how he’s never let you touch him.”

“Well, I touch him sometimes,” Beomgyu protests, though ‘sometimes’ is equivalent to ‘once or twice in the entire four months they’ve been fucking’. But it’s not that odd when you consider the trajectory of their relationship—they escalated from kissing and heavy petting to fucking rather fast, with not much time in the in between stage. And now all they do is kiss or fuck.

Beomgyu has long accepted that Soobin never seems to want to get off unless they have sex for real. So what if Beomgyu hates the idea that Soobin doesn’t like Beomgyu touching him back? That’s Beomgyu’s problem. Beomgyu and his stupid, gross feelings that he gets when he thinks too hard about Soobin.

“I’m just saying, maybe it’s some food for thought,” Taehyun hums.

Beomgyu eyes him suspiciously. “What brought this up?”

“Nothing,” Taehyun says, even more suspiciously. “I was only thinking about it because…”

“Because?” Beomgyu prods.

“Because you two are so fucking loud it’s difficult not to think about, and it’s only ever you moaning,” Taehyun deadpans. “Seriously, you know other people live here, right?”

Beomgyu squawks, affronted, and rapidly shakes Taehyun until Taehyun throws him off and their conversation turns into a lighthearted squabble instead.

Beomgyu shouldn’t care about what Taehyun thinks. Or, well, he should, but not to the point where it impacts him for real. He listened to Taehyun’s opinion, mulled it over, and decided it was bullshit. Nobody knows Soobin better than him.

Supposedly. Beomgyu believes that, but what if there’s something obvious he’s missing here? What if Soobin is sending him nonverbal cues and he’s missing them? What if Beomgyu is being a horrible partner right now by not pushing the issue like Soobin wants?

Logically, Beomgyu knows he should trust Soobin. But… but maybe Taehyun has a slight point with how weird it is that Soobin a) won’t cum anywhere near him and b) won’t let Beomgyu touch him.

Is he embarrassed by his body? That seems unlikely, but it’s not totally out of the question. Soobin, despite his awkwardness, has just as much depth of feeling as everybody else does. (It’s shocking to Beomgyu too sometimes.) He’s only bad at showing it.

Beomgyu doesn’t want to figure this out of selfishness or because he has feelings for Soobin or anything like that—but as his friend. Beomgyu is worried about him.

So. New plan, which is the same as the last plan he formed after speaking to Taehyun, but with a lot more emphasis on how concerned he is for Soobin.

The opportunity comes later that evening, when Soobin returns from his solo schedule and Beomgyu wastes no time in dragging Soobin into his room.

“Uh,” Soobin says, as Beomgyu pushes him onto his back and climbs on top of him. “Hi?”

“Hi,” Beomgyu says back to him. He leans over and plants his arms on either side of Soobin’s head, kissing him square on the mouth.

“Did—did you miss me today?” Soobin asks, laughing. He wraps his arms around Beomgyu’s hips, keeping him tucked nice and close.

“No,” Beomgyu lies. In reality, he probably spent more time thinking about Soobin today than anything or anybody else—and that’s saying something, because he’s an idol and there’s always lots to think about.

“Oh, really?” Soobin teases with a smile. He pokes Beomgyu’s sides. “So that’s why you cornered me the moment I walked in? Because you weren’t thinking of me?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t thinking of you, I just said I didn’t miss you,” Beomgyu says shiftily, squirming on Soobin’s lap until Soobin kisses him to make him stop.

He feels like a stupid lovesick teenager when he wonders, did Soobin miss him, too? And moreover, does Soobin look forward to moments like this as much as he does?

Probably not, if he’s secretly uncomfortable. Beomgyu’s lips falter mid-kiss, and he pulls back slightly.

Soobin tilts his head at him, stroking his hip bone, over his sweatpants. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to try something,” Beomgyu says. He thinks he has a better chance of succeeding now than he did the first time he asked to do this, purely because they’re better at the sex thing than they were before.

“... Alright.” Soobin props himself up on his elbows, and Beomgyu sits up properly, so he can look him in the eyes while he speaks.

You have to be firm, Beomgyu, he tells himself.

“I want to touch you,” Beomgyu proclaims, and he feels Soobin instantly freeze underneath him. “Please?”

“I want to touch you,” Soobin counters. He sits up, jostling Beomgyu slightly, so he can bury his face against Beomgyu’s neck and lick up his throat. “I was thinking about you all day.”

The graze of his teeth along Beomgyu’s throat makes an excellent case as to why Beomgyu should give up on his plan, but Beomgyu manages to find it in himself to shove Soobin off him before he forgets about his goal.

“Stop trying to distract me,” Beomgyu huffs. The flicker of guilt on Soobin’s face says it all. Soobin is so emotionally constipated sometimes, it’s frustrating. “I don’t understand why you won’t let me.”

“I just like the way things are right now,” Soobin says, and something about that breaks Beomgyu’s heart a little. “Why is that so bad? You aren’t blue balling me or anything.”

“Because…” Beomgyu chews on the inside of his lip. How does he say this without sounding hopelessly obvious? “I want to give back to you as much as you give me.”

Soobin laughs. “You do,” he assures him, and Beomgyu only pouts harder. He doesn’t believe that in the slightest. As much as Beomgyu loves being a pillow princess, that’s not all he wants to be. Not for Soobin. “Maybe someday. But not today, okay? I’m too tired to try something new.”

“You promise?” Beomgyu holds out his pinky.

Soobin rolls his eyes, but wraps his own pinky finger around Beomgyu’s. “Promise.”

“Okay,” Beomgyu relents. “I’m holding you to that.”

“Fine,” Soobin says, seemingly unbothered. “Now let me pamper you, asshole.”

“Hyung, don’t call the person you’re about to fuck an asshole,” Beomgyu advises, lifting his chin.

“I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to your asshole,” Soobin says jokingly.

Beomgyu is so stunned by how terrible it is that he can only blink at Soobin in silence.

Thank god, Soobin doesn’t seem to be in the mood to continue making awkward word plays, and instead returns to peppering kisses on Beomgyu’s neck, soft and steady until Beomgyu is a puddle in his arms.

Beomgyu’s findings will have to continue another day. But he will find out. Soobin can’t run forever.

Another day? What a fucking lie that was.

Every single time Beomgyu brings it up after that night, Soobin makes up some excuse as to why Beomgyu can’t get him off. Or they go straight to fucking, and Soobin comes in the condom like normal, buried deep inside Beomgyu and so close yet so far.

It’s getting irritating, because there’s obviously something wrong here, but it seems like Soobin is going out of his way to stop Beomgyu from finding out. This seems way deeper than just ‘Soobin dislikes his own cum’.

And to be honest, Beomgyu thought they were way past intentional miscommunication like this, after all the catty fights they had as roommates.

Soobin must be able to tell Beomgyu is growing more annoyed at him, because he begins distracting Beomgyu with other things, too. Video games, movies, eating out together, random late-night conversations. They even go to an amusement park together.

He knows the issue has something to do with him touching Soobin, and Soobin’s obsession with condoms, and maybe Soobin being embarrassed, but Beomgyu has no idea what the connection between those things are.

Despite his better judgement, he even returns to Taehyun and elaborates on the issue, and Taehyun has nothing for him. That doesn’t exactly inspire Beomgyu with confidence.

And it’s sort of scary, to Beomgyu, not knowing what’s going on between them, what exactly lurks in Soobin’s mind when they’re together. Beomgyu was fine with this arrangement when he was positive he knew what Soobin thought of him, but now…

It’s not that he wants to stop. He just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

They’re alone in the living room, shoulder-to-shoulder, watching one of Soobin’s silly romance animes. Beomgyu obviously isn’t paying attention at all, only watching Soobin watch the TV.

Normally, staring at Soobin’s face is his favourite pastime. But right now, it feels more like he’s uncovering the final pieces of a puzzle than anything.

Maybe it’s not that deep. Maybe Beomgyu’s theory about Soobin wanting to save his cum for his future partner was right. Given his taste in media, Beomgyu wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe Beomgyu is overthinking everything.

But if he’s not, he would never forgive himself for overlooking it. Why is this so difficult? Why can’t Soobin just tell him? They gave each other their first times. How could whatever this is possibly be more embarrassing than that?

He sighs and leans his cheek on Soobin’s shoulder, slumping against his side. He cares about Soobin, a lot, and it’s unnerving to think he’s missing something here.

“You getting tired?” Soobin questions, throwing an arm over Beomgyu’s shoulder and squeezing.

“A bit,” Beomgyu admits. Physically tired? Not at all. Emotionally tired? Definitely.

Soobin reaches for his laptop and presses the spacebar, pausing the video.

“You can keep watching,” Beomgyu protests, but he knows there’s no point. Soobin is one of those people who loves to talk about shows after watching them; Beomgyu passing out halfway defeats the purpose of watching it together.

“Is something wrong?” Soobin nudges him. “You’ve been out of it all day.”

Has he been that obvious? He berates himself internally. Soobin is way too perceptive sometimes, at least when it comes to Beomgyu. He should’ve put more effort into being present.

“Just thinking,” Beomgyu admits, purposely vague. He clings to Soobin’s arm, pressing his nose to it and breathing Soobin’s cologne in. He recently switched bottles, and Beomgyu loves the new one. It’s more mellow, like the deep scent of burning wood, and it reminds him of being wrapped up around the campfire. The same cosy feeling he gets around Soobin himself.

Soobin rests his head on top of Beomgyu’s. “About something bad?”

“Not exactly,” Beomgyu says, though in his head he would classify it as very bad, yes, solely because he’s not used to not understanding Soobin. It’s discomforting.

Soobin slips his arms underneath Beomgyu’s and hoists him onto his lap. Beomgyu doesn’t even pretend to fight back, and instead nestles against him.

If Soobin is insecure, he hides it pretty well. Which leads Beomgyu to believe it’s exclusively sex-related—but also, Soobin is almost always the one who initiates.

Like now, as Soobin toys with the drawstring of his sweatpants and murmurs into his hair, “Can I?”

“We’re in the living room,” Beomgyu mumbles, playing the responsible one solely so Soobin can convince him to do otherwise.

“Nobody will come out,” Soobin says.

“Because they know we’re in here.”

“Does it matter why?” Soobin chuckles quietly. “I don’t want to move. I like it here.”

“Impatient,” Beomgyu huffs. He rests his hand on Soobin’s nape, bringing him closer, and they kiss until Soobin’s laptop flickers into sleep mode, blanketing them in darkness.

He’s completely unsurprised when Soobin pulls out a condom from his backpack, because of course he brought one. Beomgyu helps him roll it on, which is the most he ever gets to touch Soobin’s cock, and holds onto Soobin tightly as he fingers him open.

The sex is still good. That’s not the issue at all. Beomgyu just feels guilty about enjoying it so much, when Soobin is going through whatever it is he’s going through. They keep each other quiet by kissing, Soobin’s hands resting on Beomgyu’s lower back, Beomgyu’s hands fisting his hair.

They really, really shouldn’t be doing this in the living room when at least one of the others is likely still awake, but Beomgyu is—he’s not desperate, but he is needy. He needs to know that Soobin actually enjoys this, that he isn’t secretly only doing all of it for Beomgyu’s sake.

Soobin lets out a low whine while sucking on Beomgyu’s lip as he comes, unloading into the condom. A few seconds later, his hand wraps around Beomgyu’s cock, and Beomgyu follows suit.

“I’m sleepy now,” Soobin sighs, soft cock still inside Beomgyu.

“Your fault,” Beomgyu tells him, but he’s not complaining.

Soobin lifts his head and smiles at him. He does appear sleepy, but so heartachingly beautiful and fond at the same time, it’s impossible for Beomgyu to worry about Soobin not enjoying this. Nobody unhappy could be so peaceful after sex.

Beomgyu’s heart stutters in his chest, and he gives Soobin a peck on the lips without thinking. They head back to their rooms shortly after cleaning up, and Beomgyu lies in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling for a solid hour before he’s able to pass out.

Back to the drawing board, he supposes.

He’s in the middle of making his coffee the next morning when he’s pulled aside and forcibly dragged into Kai and Taehyun’s room.

“Um, is this some sort of intervention?” Beomgyu asks. Yeonjun taps his finger against his arm, scoffing; Kai scratches the back of his head and shrugs; and Taehyun only stares at him with those big, bottomless eyes of his.

The silence says everything.

“Beomgyu,” Taehyun says eventually. Beomgyu crosses his arms and raises a practised brow at him, as judgemental as possible.

“Taehyun,” he says back.

“I think you know why we’ve called you here.”

“This isn’t fair!” Beomgyu whines. “It was his idea!”

“You know he has no self-control when it comes to you,” Taehyun says, closing his eyes. “I thought you were the responsible one in this relationship.”

“We are not in a relationship,” Beomgyu sniffles. Kai groans and mutters something about them being stupid, which is completely unhelpful. “But fine. I won’t let him do it again.”

“That’s not the only thing,” Taehyun says. “Kai?” He gestures towards Kai.

“I am begging you guys to keep it down,” Kai says, jumping forward and holding onto Beomgyu’s sleeve and absolutely refusing to let go no matter how hard he struggles, like some sort of parasite. “Hyung. I’m serious. Begging.”

“We’re not that loud!” Beomgyu hisses, shaking his arm. “Put on some relaxing whale sounds or something to drown it out!”

“You kind of are that loud,” Yeonjun sighs. Beomgyu shoots him a look of betrayal. “I’m sorry! But it’s true. These walls are thin, okay? I can hear you guys from down the hall sometimes. Like, across the damn apartment.”

Beomgyu’s entire face goes red. “You waited six months to tell me this?”

“It’s been worse lately,” Yeonjun says, mournfully. “These past few weeks.”

“Normally I can just ignore it, but…” Kai covers his face with his hands. He finally lets go of Beomgyu, thank god. “Even I have limits, hyung. Even I have limits.”

Beomgyu’s brows furrow. Have they been louder the past few weeks? He doesn’t think so, but… then again, he’s been more focused on Soobin during sex than himself, so maybe he has. And if he has, then he is genuinely apologetic, because the absolute last thing he wants is for their friends to hear them.

“Okay,” Beomgyu says. “I’ll tell him.”

Yeonjun makes the loudest, most pained noise of relief known to mankind. “Thank fucking god. See, I told you he’d listen.”

“Of course I would,” Beomgyu pouts. He’s a superb listener, thank you very much. The best listener, if he’s allowed to quantify it. “I don’t want you guys hearing us as much as you don’t want to hear us.”

“Thank you, hyung!” Kai yells, hugging him tightly. “Now, is everything going alright? Is he treating you well?”

“Stop trying to be my hyung, Kai,” Beomgyu scolds gently, and Kai huffs cutely. “We’re fine, don’t worry.”

“Are you planning on confessing soon?” Kai asks.

Beomgyu chokes, and Yeonjun elbows Kai on the side, scowling. Yeah, Beomgyu isn’t even going to dignify that one with an answer.

“My coffee is probably done by now,” Beomgyu says. “I’ll tell him later.”

“But—mmmf,” Kai begins, only to be promptly shut up by Yeonjun’s hand over his mouth.

“Thanks, Beomie,” Yeonjun says. Beomgyu squints between them, then at Taehyun, who’s strangely quiet. “We appreciate it.”

“... No problem.” Beomgyu gives them a small, slightly concerned wave, then wanders back to the kitchen without looking back.

His mug of coffee is on the kitchen counter, the spot replaced with Soobin’s usual one. The owner of the mug has his head shoved into the fridge, and Beomgyu creeps up on him, slapping his hands against his back.

“Boo!”

“What the fuck—ow, shit,” Soobin yelps, hitting his head on the side of the fridge as he jumps back. “Beomgyu, what the fuck!”

Beomgyu’s eyes widen. “I didn’t think you’d get that scared.” He stands on his toes so he can reach the side of Soobin’s head, and presses a light kiss to the spot he accidentally hit. “There.”

Soobin rolls his eyes at him, but Beomgyu sees him fighting back a smile. Rubbing the spot, he stands up properly. “What were you talking to the others about?”

“You heard us?”

“I couldn’t hear what you guys were saying, just that you were talking.” Soobin holds onto Beomgyu’s arms, hands drawing over his shoulders. “Everything okay?”

Beomgyu instinctively steps closer to him, nodding. “Everything’s fine,” he assures.

“Do you feel better?”

It takes Beomgyu a second to realise Soobin is referring to last night. “Yeah,” he says. He still doesn’t have a plan, but he does feel slightly better. If anything, he’s positive that Soobin’s issue isn’t with them having sex. That was the worst-case scenario, so now anything else is more manageable in comparison.

“Good.” Soobin releases him and then reaches for his own mug of coffee. “We have, like, four hours before we leave. Do you want to finish that show?”

It’s eight o’clock in the morning, and Beomgyu would usually use this time to work on music or play games—but he’ll never pass up the opportunity to spend more time with Soobin. He’s not sure if Soobin is only asking him to hang out because he’s trying to distract him, but whatever.

“Sure,” Beomgyu says. He giggles when Soobin swoops down and kisses his temple. “Let me cut up an apple first.”

“Take your time.”

He’ll tell Soobin about the noise complaints later. For now, he just wants to sit on Soobin’s bed with him and with his silly harem anime while the birds chirp outside their window.

One thing Beomgyu will say about fucking his best friend is that it brought them closer together. Physically, but also emotionally—Soobin’s the only one who has ever taken him apart like that, and it takes a certain level of trust that he’s given nobody else. That’s special in itself.

Eventually, his frustration towards Soobin’s mysterious grudge towards cum diminishes into plain curiosity. Because no matter what way Beomgyu looks at Soobin and their relationship, Soobin isn’t unhappy, and that reassures most of his worries.

He considers dropping it entirely, but he really just wants a straightforward answer. It’s going to drive him insane if Soobin doesn’t tell him.

There’s a decent stretch of time in between then and when Beomgyu finally chances bothering him about it. The location, time, mood all matter when annoying Soobin. If he’s too annoyed, he’ll leave. He has to be in the right mindset for Beomgyu to badger him into caving. Soobin, despite his size and personality, is very delicate inside. Beomgyu knows this better than anybody.

They’re lying in Beomgyu’s bed together, the sun having just set and brought the moon’s glow through the window instead. The curtains flutter from a light autumn breeze, and Beomgyu plays a game on his phone, his back to Soobin’s chest, while Soobin absently flips through a book behind him.

It seems like a good time to bring it up. Soobin is in a good mood, as far as Beomgyu can tell, and Beomgyu himself isn’t nervous. He doubts there’ll be a better time to ask his best friend slash fuck buddy why he refuses to take off a condom.

“Hyung,” Beomgyu says. Soobin hums and flips a page in his book. “Can I ask you something? Something serious?”

Soobin shifts slightly, setting his book down, and nudges Beomgyu until he turns around so they can face each other.

“What’s wrong?” Soobin asks, immediately concerned, and Beomgyu holds back a laugh at how earnest he is.

“Nothing is wrong,” Beomgyu reassures him. He finds Soobin’s hand and holds it in his lap. “I just wanted to talk.”

Soobin raises a brow at him, dubious, but nods. “About…?”

“You can’t get mad at me, okay?” Beomgyu says.

“Is it something that’ll make me mad?”

“Well…” Beomgyu twists his mouth, pouting. “Maybe, but I’m not asking to make fun of you. I’m asking because I want to know.”

Soobin crosses his arms. He looks slightly more distrustful now. Beomgyu should’ve gone straight into the question with no preamble, but it’s too late for that now.

“Okay,” Soobin says. “Go ahead.”

Well, it’s now or never. “Why won’t you let me touch you?” Beomgyu blurts out. Soobin opens his mouth to speak, but Beomgyu continues before he can, “Why won’t you take off the condom? Why won’t you cum on me? Why do you get so embarrassed whenever I ask? Is it something to do with… do you like someone else? Do you have some weird view of sex where you think you fucking me isn’t real but me touching you back would be? Do you think that cum is some sort of romantic gesture and—”

“Beomgyu,” Soobin says. Beomgyu freezes. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to talk about it?”

“I know you don’t,” Beomgyu insists. He mirrors Soobin’s body language, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I think I have a right to know. You know it makes me feel awkward too? How would you feel if I never let you touch me? Or every single time I came, it was out of sight? It makes me feel like this is all about me.” Beomgyu picks at a loose thread on his sleeve. “And I don’t want it to be all about me.”

Soobin sighs deeply, arms falling back to his sides so he can hold on to Beomgyu’s hips. “I understand what you’re saying, but—”

“If you understood what I was saying, then you would tell me,” Beomgyu interrupts. “Are you embarrassed? Is that it? I didn’t think you were insecure, but…”

Soobin’s cheeks flare, and Beomgyu’s mouth falls open.

“You are embarrassed!” he accuses, and the way Soobin tries to shove him off only confirms his suspicions. But—what? Embarrassed over what? He puts his cock inside Beomgyu practically every week. What could be worse than that?

“Beomgyu, seriously, I’m not going to…” Soobin bats Beomgyu’s hands away when he tries to cup his face. “It’s not that deep, okay?”

“Stop lying to me,” Beomgyu snaps. He empathises with Soobin’s plight of being embarrassed over seemingly nothing, because Beomgyu too gets embarrassed by seemingly random things. But that doesn’t mean he’s going to stand by and allow Soobin to continue making excuses when Beomgyu is so close to figuring this out.

Especially if he’s embarrassed over something. Around Beomgyu! When Beomgyu is supposed to be the person he’s most comfortable around.

“Beomgyu—”

“I just don’t understand what you’re embarrassed of,” Beomgyu continues. “I’m the one asking to touch you. I want you to come on me or in me or whatever. I’m not going to make fun of you for something I’m asking for.”

“Holy shit,” Soobin whispers, rubbing the heel of his palms against his eyelids, “Beomgyu, I’m serious. Drop it.”

“No,” Beomgyu refuses, knowing full well how childish he sounds. “You saying my name over and over isn’t going to change my mind.”

“I’m saying your name because you aren’t listening to me—”

“Why do you think that I, as your best friend, am just going to continue letting you think whatever obviously false concept it is you’re thinking about—”

“Because I know what you’re going to say and—”

“How can you know what I’m going to say when I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Beomgyu shouts.

They stare each other down, Soobin’s eyes narrowed and Beomgyu’s lips pursed. Soobin is an idiot if he thinks Beomgyu will back down. This isn’t only about sex, it’s about Soobin keeping something from Beomgyu that’s affecting Beomgyu as well.

“You are so insufferable sometimes, you know that?”

The words register in Beomgyu’s brain only after Soobin sweeps him off of his spot in between Soobin’s legs and onto his back instead, his head hitting the pillow with a small ‘oof’.

“Do you really want it that bad?” Soobin questions, both hands slipping under Beomgyu’s shirt.

His brain short circuits as he feels Soobin’s cool palms tickle his stomach, and all he says in return is, “Huh?”

“I said, do you really want it that bad?”

Is this a trick question? “Yes,” he says. “Of course I do, I’ve been asking you for months to—”

Soobin shuts him up by shoving his face underneath Beomgyu’s shirt, fitting his lips around one nipple and grazing it with his teeth. Beomgyu gasps, bucking into his touch, and throws his arms around Soobin’s shoulders.

“Fuck, Soobin,” he curses. “You—you could’ve warned me.”

“You’re testing my patience,” Soobin says, tongue circling Beomgyu’s chest as he speaks. “I don’t have time to warn you.”

“So—” Beomgyu struggles to speak as Soobin moves to the other side of his chest, lapping at the little nub there as well, his hand tweaking the one left behind. “So you’ll let me?” he asks breathlessly.

“Let you what?”

“Touch you,” Beomgyu says, half-pleading. “Can I suck you off?”

Soobin pulls his head out from underneath Beomgyu’s shirt. His hair is all messy, face a splotchy red and lips slick from his own spit. Beomgyu watches him as quietly as possible, waiting for his answer.

It feels like forever before Soobin speaks, “If I let you, will you shut up about it?”

Beomgyu cracks a smile. “No promises,” he says, honestly.

Soobin scoffs, climbing up his body to lay a small kiss against his open mouth. “On your knees, then.”

A shiver runs down Beomgyu’s spine.

Holy shit. It’s really happening. Fuck. Fuck.

Beomgyu scoots down the bed and onto the carpeted floor, allowing Soobin to take his spot on the bed. He sinks onto his knees, placing himself in between Soobin’s thighs, and blinks up at him.

He can see the outline of Soobin’s cock from this angle, tenting his jeans, and the shallow rise and fall of Soobin’s chest as he watches him.

He still has no idea what was holding Soobin back this whole time, but he isn’t about to complain. Not when Soobin is finally giving him what he’s been literally begging for.

“How do you want to do this?” Soobin brushes his fingers through Beomgyu’s hair, and everything seems so much more from this position. Soobin’s height, the width of his hand. Beomgyu likes it a lot, like he knew he would.

“This is for you, hyung,” Beomgyu says, shutting his eyes. “You tell me.”

Soobin laughs wordlessly and lifts himself up slightly so he can pull down his pants, then his boxers, freeing his cock. It’s already hard, sitting against his thigh, and Beomgyu’s mouth literally waters.

It’s rare he ever gets to lay eyes on it for longer than a few seconds. Usually it goes straight inside him.

He shouldn’t be getting this excited over just seeing Soobin’s cock when he takes it once a week or more, but here he is.

He licks his lips and glances up at Soobin, who nods.

“Okay,” Beomgyu breathes out. He wraps his fingers around the shaft, dragging his index finger along the prominent vein on the side.

Soobin’s eyes stay fixed on him, unwavering, and it emboldens Beomgyu to press forward and lap at the slit. He’s waited so long for this, he doesn’t know where to begin. All he knows is that he loves having Soobin watch him, and he loves having Soobin’s cock near his face, and he wants to hear Soobin moan because of him.

In summary, he just wants to make Soobin happy. Preferably by sucking his cock and having him cum on Beomgyu’s face. Is that too much to ask?

“‘M gonna start,” Beomgyu announces. Soobin squeezes strands of Beomgyu’s hair between his fingers, urging him forward, and Beomgyu sinks down onto his cock.

No amount of shoving his own fingers into his mouth and pretending they were Soobin’s cock could have prepared him for this. He can’t keep his eyes open, as much as he wants to watch Soobin’s face, because of how blissful it is to have Soobin finally in his mouth. Only a few centimetres in and it already has Beomgyu’s vision blurring.

“Shit.” He hears Soobin whisper, a quiet whine, and Beomgyu hums around his cock. He circles his tongue around it, wetting as much as he can with his spit before pulling back and doing the same to the head.

He doesn’t care how messy he’s being, or how desperate. This is one thing he is desperate for. He’ll be as filthy as he can, if it’s to show Soobin that he’s serious about this.

Soobin gently thrusts forward, and Beomgyu gasps in surprise, delighted. He looks up and sees Soobin eyeing him wearily, as if to ask, is this okay?

Beomgyu answers by sucking harshly, hollowing his cheeks around Soobin’s cock and moaning lowly.

Two hands grip the back of his head, guiding him, and Beomgyu allows himself to be directed. Keeps his jaw slack, lips parted for Soobin to slide his cock in between, and it’s like heaven. His whole body tingles.

Something salty touches Beomgyu’s tongue, something slick that’s not his own spit, and he whimpers. Oh, god. He’s finally going to have Soobin’s cum. He’s already getting hard from sucking him off—he’s pretty sure he could come just from having Soobin come inside him.

The gentle back and forth of Soobin’s cock in his mouth in contrast to the sharp tug of Soobin’s fingers in his hair—it’s so much. Too much, but not enough. He works his tongue around Soobin’s cock, greedily taking in as much as he can, far past the point of what he should, for his first time. But he can’t hold back. He wouldn’t be able to, even if he tried.

He pulls back for air and Soobin smears pre-cum along his bottom lip before nudging the tip slightly forward again. Beomgyu opens his mouth diligently for him, allowing Soobin to rest his cock on his tongue.

“I like you more when you shut up like this,” Soobin murmurs, and Beomgyu laughs right against the head of his cock.

“That’s such a lie,” he slurs, voice slightly muffled by Soobin’s cock. The taste is so distinct, and the weight is so much heavier than he imagined it to be.

Maybe it’s because he’s used to taking Soobin in his ass and not his mouth, but he swears Soobin’s cock feels even bigger like this, his cheeks bulging slightly to accommodate his girth.

Soobin is alarmingly gentle as he fucks Beomgyu’s mouth, never sliding in too far. Beomgyu reaches for him with one hand, wetting his shaft with his spit and then pumping what he can’t get inside. Soobin groans, fisting Beomgyu’s hair and then petting it right after.

“Fuck, Beomgyu,” Soobin gasps, and Beomgyu preens hearing him fall apart. “You’re so…”

Beomgyu releases Soobin’s cock with a little pop, licking up the line of spit connecting his lips to the tip. “I’m so what?”

He rubs his thumbs into the head, lapping up more of the pre-cum that dribbles out, and Soobin shudders.

“You’re so pretty,” Soobin says, breathless, and Beomgyu immediately flushes. “So fucking pretty.”

“You’re supposed to say that I’m hot,” Beomgyu mumbles, to cover up his delight. The warmth in his chest expands exponentially hearing Soobin’s words, especially as Soobin strokes the top of his head, over his scalp and towards his forehead.

“You are hot, but.” Soobin sucks in a deep breath. “You’re beautiful, too.”

Beomgyu nearly comes right then and there. He gives Soobin’s cock one last hard suckle before resting his cheek against his thigh and asking, “Will you come in me?”

Soobin continues to brush Beomgyu’s hair as he admits, “I don’t know if I’ll last.”

“Right now, then,” Beomgyu says. He would love to stay on his knees and cradle Soobin’s cock within his mouth for hours, but not today. He’s been waiting for this for so, so long. For Soobin to fill him up and give him every last bit of himself—he’s dreamt of it. Literally.

“Come here.” Soobin helps him up. His legs are so shaky they nearly buckle under his weight. He would fall if it wasn’t for Soobin’s arm around his waist, pulling him back onto the bed. “Let me do it.”

“Don’t—don’t take your time,” Beomgyu says, stammering when Soobin tugs down his boxers. His own cock is so red and hard, leaking at the tip. “I won’t last long either.”

“Good to know,” Soobin chuckles, not unkindly, and smears lube all over his fingers.

He’s gentler than normal as he opens Beomgyu up; maybe because going too hard would have Beomgyu coming all over his stomach, but also maybe because it just feels right. They’re doing something new, and it requires a certain level of delicateness that they don’t normally have. Beomgyu clings to Soobin’s other arm as he spreads three fingers inside him, pressing against his walls, so wonderfully big.

And Soobin’s cock is way, way bigger. Beomgyu is so lucky. For a lot of reasons.

“You’re probably going to regret this,” Soobin says, pulling his fingers out.

Beomgyu laughs out loud. “You’re so stupid,” he says plainly, reaching for Soobin. Soobin obliges to his request, opening his mouth for Beomgyu to shove his tongue into. Beomgyu gives him a nip on the lip for his insolence, then murmurs, “I literally don’t know what you’re talking about, so hurry up and come in me already.”

“Alright, alright.” Soobin kisses the corner of his lips.

He grips the base of his cock and lifts one of Beomgyu’s legs over his shoulder. There’s no sticky latex as he rubs it against Beomgyu’s hole, only him, and Beomgyu tenses in anticipation.

“Loosen up, Gyu,” Soobin urges, and Beomgyu does his best to relax his muscles as Soobin thrusts past his rim, slow and precise, further and further until he’s fully seated inside him.

His eyes water as Soobin snaps his hips forward, plunging his cock inside him, the tip grazing his prostate, and him saying he’s not going to last was an understatement. He’s so full and Soobin is so warm and raw inside him, so fucking perfect, his whole body shakes with the amount of effort it takes not to come.

“Soobin,” Beomgyu whines. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck. Soobin—” He makes a mental note to apologise to the others, because he can’t stay quiet. He can’t.

Soobin quiets him with another kiss, and while his movements are slow, they’re deep every time. Beomgyu quivers, only held down by the weight of Soobin’s body and his hand on his hip. Beomgyu finds that hand and laces their fingers together, digging the pads of his fingers into Soobin’s palm.

“Is this what you wanted?” Soobin asks, as he bends Beomgyu in half, lifting his ass off the bed and oh god, Beomgyu has to bury his face into his pillow so he doesn’t scream. He’s stretched so wide, splayed out in the perfect position for Soobin to shove his entire cock in him.

“Yes,” he gasps out, tearing Soobin’s sheets off the corner of his beds as he tries to brace himself against Soobin’s steady pace. “Took you long enough,” he says, trying for cheeky, but it just sounds shaky and choked off. He’s right on the edge.

He feels Soobin shudder, in the strain of his thighs and his grip around Beomgyu’s hand. “You ready?”

“Are you—are you seriously asking that?” Beomgyu says, trying to laugh. He loops his free arm around Soobin’s shoulders, clenching around Soobin’s cock, relishing in the startled moan Soobin gives. “Hyung, I fucking dreamed of this, do you have any idea how—oh, fuck—”

He knew Soobin wouldn’t take long to come, judging by his words and from Beomgyu sucking him off, but it still takes him by surprise when he’s mid-sentence and Soobin’s cock is still driving into him. Wet, wet heat fills him up, and he’s seen Soobin’s cum nearly burst the condom before, but fuck it feels endless when it’s inside him, so much that it drips down his thighs and onto the sheets before Soobin is even finished.

“Holy—oh my god,” Beomgyu gasps, dragging his nails down Soobin’s spine, curling his fingers into his shirt as Soobin keeps going and going. The muscles in his stomach strain as the sensation of Soobin filling him up builds, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Soobin wraps his hand around Beomgyu’s cock and he’s a goner, crying out into Soobin’s chest as Soobin fucks him through the sharp wave of pleasure. The bed creaks from how hard Beomgyu trembles. He’s never come so hard in his life.

“Beomgyu, Beomgyu, Beomgyu,” Soobin whispers over and over, practically drooling as he slurs his words against Beomgyu’s neck. They’re a fucking mess by the time Soobin finally slows his movements to a full stop, leaving them both panting.

So full. So fucking full. Beomgyu feels bloated from all the cum and Soobin’s cock splitting him open, but in the best way possible, like he’s finally come to the end of a long journey.

Beomgyu wants to say something funny, but he literally can’t think of the words. His brain has turned to mush and the only thing in it is the feeling of Soobin’s cum trickling out of him. God, there’s so much of it. He might be in heaven.

After what feels like forever, Soobin pulls out. Beomgyu’s hole flutters around nothing and the rest of Soobin’s cum drips onto his thighs.

“Beomgyu…” Soobin inhales sharply, rubbing his cock against Beomgyu’s fluttering stomach. There’s still droplets of cum seeping out from the tip even as he softens, and Beomgyu goes cross-eyed, watching it roll down the shaft and onto his skin. “Fuck.”

“Eloquent,” Beomgyu quips, but he’s just as shaken up as Soobin. His body physically hurts from pleasure, which he didn’t even know was possible.

Soobin flops onto the bed beside him, trying to catch his breath. It takes forever for Beomgyu to bring himself back to the present and feel like a human being again, or a semblance of one. He’s not sure he’s the same Beomgyu he was an hour ago. He’s a changed person.

Carefully, he scoops up some of Soobin’s cum on his thighs and licks it off his finger. It’s bitter, and Soobin snorts at the face he makes.

“I told you it wouldn’t be that good,” Soobin says, voice hoarse.

“It’s only because it’s drying,” Beomgyu sniffles, petulant. “If you came in my mouth, I’d swallow it all.”

Soobin just laughs at him, sounding absolutely bone-tired, and closes his eyes.

Beomgyu isn’t sure how Soobin coming in his mouth would be, but he can say with absolute certainty that Soobin fucking him raw was worth the hype. If Soobin makes them go back exclusively to condoms after this, he’s going to go ballistic. They need to do fifty-fifty at least, though Beomgyu wouldn’t complain if they ultimately ditched them forever.

Once Beomgyu’s breathing has gone back to normal, he rolls onto his side, squishing himself against Soobin and tangling their legs together so the older boy can’t escape. Not that he could even if he tried; he seems like he’s about to pass out at any moment.

“Can you please tell me why you were so scared of that? Because it turned out pretty fucking good.”

“It’s not that…” Soobin groans, as he always does whenever Beomgyu nags him about this, but the fact he doesn’t instantly shut Beomgyu down tells him that he might get an answer once and for all. He sure hopes so, considering what they just did. “I wasn’t scared.”

“You seemed scared,” Beomgyu says, speaking truthfully. He wraps his arms around Soobin’s neck, settling his cheek onto Soobin’s chest. “I was seriously worried. Like, genuinely worried.”

“I just didn’t want to deal with—I didn’t know how you’d react,” Soobin explains, but that doesn’t explain anything at all.

“React to what?”

“All the… cum. Everywhere,” Soobin says.

Beomgyu lifts his head just enough to shoot Soobin the single most confused look he can muster.

“What?” Beomgyu says again.

“The first time we fucked, you made—some stupid comment about my cum,” Soobin snaps, cheeks warming, and Beomgyu has half a mind to still find him cute even as he mumbles his way through his explanation, “and I know it meant nothing to you, but it was embarrassing and I didn’t want to have to deal with it again.”

Beomgyu literally doesn’t know what to say.

“You thought I was… what, disgusted by how much you came? Are you for real?” If it were any other situation, Beomgyu would keep his tone mild and understanding, but come on. This deserves all the judgement in his voice and more, because it’s so utterly silly. Six months of dodging Beomgyu’s questions for this? “Do you think I’d have begged all these months for this solely to make fun of you for it?”

“Not solely,” Soobin grumbles. His ears go red, telling Beomgyu he’s fully aware of how ridiculous he sounds. Good! It offended Beomgyu that Soobin would even think of something so ridiculous at all. “But I—you know, I care about what you have to say, okay? Even when it’s just a joke like that… even when I know it’s a joke, it still… I don’t know.”

“Oh my god,” Beomgyu groans, cuddling closer, “hyung.” What is he going to do with Soobin? His stupid, sexy, adorable Soobin. “I promise, it was just a joke. But regardless, first of all, why didn’t you fucking tell me? You know I would have reassured you if you needed it. You can’t bottle it up forever. And, hyung, I find it hot. I only joked about it because I was mad at you because I find it hot.”

“Okay, but it’s still embarrassing. It’s so much.” Soobin glares at his own cock. “Like, can it calm down a little?”

Beomgyu hates him sometimes. Honestly. Almost as much as he loves him.

He squishes Soobin’s cheeks, ignoring his noise of complaint. “Well, personally, I love it,” he says, rubbing his thumbs all over Soobin’s blush. “Both your cum and your cock.”

Soobin laughs and whines at the same time, “I know that now.”

“You better,” Beomgyu says. “I’m serious, hyung, if you need me to regale you with how much I love it, then say the word and—”

“I definitely do not need that,” Soobin laughs, placing his hands over Beomgyu’s. “But I get it. Don’t worry. I guess I just needed to see it for myself.”

“Please feel free to show me as many times as you need.” Beomgyu shifts to lie fully on top of him, wrapping himself around Soobin like an octopus.

Soobin pats his head in return, and Beomgyu smiles into his chest. God, he’s so fucking relieved this whole ordeal is finally over. He feels like he’s been rewarded for his past few months of persistence with sticky, dry cum on his thighs and bedsheets and Soobin’s content little smile a few centimetres away from his own.

Really, Soobin finally letting Beomgyu touch him and Soobin being happy are the only two things Beomgyu wanted, so he won here.

They should clean up, but Beomgyu is too comfy and pleased with their position, even as the dried cum becomes increasingly more uncomfortable. It’s far overshadowed by the weight of Soobin’s arms around him and the fan of his breath over the crown of Beomgyu’s head.

Beomgyu is half-asleep when Soobin wakes him up by saying, “You know, being obsessed with my cum is pretty gay.”

“You’re pretty gay,” Beomgyu returns instantly. Not his best comeback, but it works. And is true. Beomgyu’s ass is sore enough to prove it.

“Aww, Gyu.” Soobin rolls onto his side, pulling Beomgyu in closer. “You think I’m pretty?” he says, sugar-sweet.

“Not as pretty as me,” Beomgyu sniffles, instead of saying yes, fucking obviously. Because, yes, fucking obviously. Is there anybody in the world prettier than Soobin? He hasn’t seen them yet, if they exist.

Soobin smiles broadly, and he speaks his next words more gently, “Yeah. You’re right. You are prettier.”

No punchline, no laughter. Just quiet agreement that Beomgyu is pretty. It’s not even said as a joke.

Beomgyu blushes like mad as the words sink in.

“… That’s pretty gay,” he says, throat suddenly dry. He knows what Soobin thinks of him, of course, he says it during sex all the time, but… saying it during pillow talk is a completely different story.

“Well, you just said so yourself.” Soobin throws an arm over Beomgyu’s chest, holding him like he would a teddy bear. “I’m pretty gay.”

Beomgyu puffs out one cheek, chancing looking Soobin right in the eyes. They’re so serene, like he’s finally at peace—which, for Soobin, is an incredibly rare occurrence. Beomgyu is still waiting for him to laugh or something, but he doesn’t.

“… Are you confessing because you got to creampie me?” Beomgyu asks, seriously.

“What?” Soobin guffaws. “No! What the fuck. I’m confessing to you because I like you.”

“So you are confessing to me!” Beomgyu jabs a finger against Soobin’s chest, his voice rising in mock offence to cover up the fact he suddenly feels like screaming and crying at the same time.

“I guess so,” Soobin says. He catches Beomgyu’s hand before he can move it away, using his own superior-sized hand to hold on to it. Curse his monstrously large limbs and unfairly naturally strong grip. “You have to say it back now.”

“Pretty arrogant of you, thinking I’ll say it back,” Beomgyu snaps, but the smile on his lips gives him away. Not to mention the years of longing stares. And the fact his heart rate just went through the roof, and he’s about to cry, and he’s been letting Soobin fuck him for months, and…

“Beomgyu,” Soobin protests. “Are you going to say it back or not?”

“Maybe,” Beomgyu says, shiftily, in the single most obvious way possible. “I do let you fuck me. That’s pretty gay.”

“Many times,” Soobin agrees.

“And I am a little obsessed with your cum,” Beomgyu admits.

“That’s established now.” Soobin drums his fingers along Beomgyu’s sides impatiently. “And?”

“And…” Beomgyu trails off. “Why do I have to say more?”

Soobin pouts. “Aren’t you supposed to be a romantic? How is any of that romantic?”

“How is it not romantic?” Beomgyu gripes. “We have sex and cuddle and laugh about it and we just had a cute little moment where you confessed your fears to me and I reassured you. Literally what part of that isn’t romantic?”

“... Well, when you put it like that…”

“Exactly,” Beomgyu says. “But if you really need to hear it,” Beomgyu pretends to roll his eyes as he plants a big, wet smooch on Soobin’s nose, “I like you too.”

“Good, because I don’t know what I’d do if we went through all that and you rejected me,” Soobin says, sounding legitimately relieved, and Beomgyu laughs. “Cry, probably.”

“Feel free to cry happy tears,” Beomgyu chirps. “Cry because my dick sucking game is so good. Boost my ego more.”

“I can’t lie—”

“Hyung!” This time, Beomgyu’s gasp isn’t fake. “Shut up. You loved it.” Soobin averts his gaze and Beomgyu pouts harder, “You did love it, right?”

Soobin squeezes him tighter and says, “Obviously. You know how long I waited for that?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s literally because of you that we had to wait so long, I was the one getting all worried for you, thinking you secretly hated having sex with me or you were intensely insecure inside or—”

Soobin shuts him up with his favourite method—capturing Beomgyu’s lips and sliding his tongue in between them. His mouth, greedy and just as sloppy as their sex, quickly drowns all of Beomgyu’s complaints out.

Beomgyu can’t think of a single actual complaint about his and Soobin’s relationship now, so he quiets down and indulges himself in a long, perfect kiss with his stupid, sexy, cute boyfriend.