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whoever thought this was a good idea deserves eternal punishment. it’s unfathomable to seungcheol. what sane person would actually do this?
and yet, here he is, in front of the tv in the middle of the night, watching a horror movie. well, not really watching considering the blanket pulled over his head, but listening. he’d made it through the first thirty minutes of whatever movie one of the other guys had put on. it was fine, kind of funny even, until the first jumpscare happened.
he’d jumped about a foot into the air, then promptly buried into a blanket and huddled against the closest person to him, which just so happened to be vernon. vernon, who looked at him, smiling with his eyes, and then just turned back to the movie, laughing along with whatever happened next.
now here he is, inching closer and closer to vernon the longer the movie goes on, the blanket pulled so high up, only a few tufts of hair are visible. gunshots ring through the screen. someone chokes on their drink, followed by laughing from someone else. seungcheol whimpers, wiggling further along his path onto vernon’s lap.
vernon seems to notice his plan, huffing fondly. his hands sneak under the blanket, pulling seungcheol along until he’s on his lap, legs on either side. he pulls at the part of the blanket wrapped around seungcheol’s head, trying to look at him properly.
“hyung,” he whispers, peeling it away enough to catch sight of seungcheol’s ears pressed tightly against his head, “you okay?”
seungcheol scoffs. he squirms his way upwards until he can safely bury his head into vernon’s neck instead.
“right, stupid question.” hands scratch at his scalp, moving to carefully pet his ears. it works to calm him down slowly. he relaxes, practically melting into vernon’s hold. unconsciously, he starts purring. it’s a quiet sound, and if vernon weren’t listening so closely, it’d most certainly be drowned out by the television.
he relaxes so much that the second the next fight starts, he flinches violently, legs twitching and hitting vernon’s. he reaches down, hands grasping onto seungcheol's calf, halting the movement.
"ow," vernon mutters, rubbing his thumb in circles over the skin. every time something happens in the movie that scares seungcheol, his hands move further upwards, eventually landing on his thighs, where they stop abruptly.
"hyung," he hisses, nails digging into his skin, "are you wearing a skirt?"
oh. right. the skirt. seungcheol forgot about it. he was just going to show it to the guys, but when he'd come down the stairs, the intro to the movie was already running, announcing his upcoming doom.
still buried into vernon's neck, he hums, then squeaks when someone in the movie yells. the hands pick up their pace again, softly caressing his skin. they move further up until vernon’s fingers are resting by the crease of his thighs, just under the seam of his underwear. seungcheol shifts in place, trying in vain to move it away.
vernon grabs onto him tightly, molding seungcheol’s flesh beneath his fingertips. his other hand sits on seungcheol’s waist, lifting him to sit directly on vernon’s crotch. it makes seungcheol whimper, grabbing onto his shirt.
"c'mon hyung, it's not even that scary," he taunts, fingers inching higher and higher.
"sol," seungcheol says, "what are you–" he stops himself, choosing to bury his face in vernon’s neck to stifle his moan instead. his legs try to clamp shut around vernon's hand the second it lands where it definitely shouldn't, not while eleven other people are in the room with them. not at all, even.
predictably, it does nothing to deter the other. vernon uses his fingertip to trace the seam of seungcheol’s labia through his panties, all the while still watching the movie. he turns his head to rest on seungcheol’s, speaking into his hair.
"you have to be quiet, hyung. don't want the others seeing you like this, do you?"
seungcheol curses, grinding back into the touch. he can feel his cunt throbbing, and it feels so wrong. they're only barely hidden by the blanket, anyone who looks close enough will be able to tell what's going on.
"hansol, why–"
he's shushed again. vernon pulls his panties to the side, touching him without the barrier. seungcheol is drenched in his own slick, impossibly turned on by the situation. the rumble of vernon's laughter travels through his body, drawing a flush to his cheeks.
"i'm just trying to help you get through the movie, hyung. you're thinking about it too much," vernon whispers into his ear. the air upsets its white fur, making in twitch lightly. his finger is joined by another, both of them tracing along seungcheol's wetness.
they suddenly pinch at his clit, making seungcheol yelp and lift away. luckily, it seems to coincide with another fight in the movie, as the sound is drowned out by yelling and something exploding. vernon pets his ear apologetically, soothing him.
the finger shoving into him a second later kind of defeats the purpose, but it does distract seungcheol enough to shut him up. he worries at his lip, trying to stay quiet with all his might. his attempt fails as soon as the finger starts moving, scraping along his walls.
gradually, seungcheol relaxes, opening around the intrusion properly. it has him dripping, though, the wetness settling along his thighs, probably also creating a wet spot on the front of vernon’s pants. the thought makes him blush furiously, one of his hands lifting to hide his face from view.
vernon deems him prepared enough a short while later, apparently. his finger leaving seungcheol. he lifts him off his lap for a few seconds, then lowers him again. the realization hits seungcheol when he feels the head of vernon’s cock thrust between his lips, collecting some of his slick as a substitute for lube.
he lines himself up, pushing in without much regard for seungcheol, who now has his hand on his mouth, biting down on all the sounds attempting to leave him. seungcheol doesn't quite understand vernon's plan, but he's learned by now to never question him, and he's honestly not quite sure whether he even wants to know.
the younger man seems to have no qualms about sharing his thought process. "stay like this," he says, "okay hyung? no need to watch the movie when you can focus on keeping quiet instead." he grins down at seungcheol like he's just thought of the next best thing since sliced bread, but seungcheol is in fact too preoccupied to call him out on it.
it hurts his pride, but seungcheol chooses to stay quiet instead of indulging vernon. he settles down in a way that doesn't have vernon pressing against all the good spots inside of him and clings to him, breathing carefully.
they stay like that for the rest of the movie, with seungcheol leaking around vernon's cock, basically massaging it with his walls whenever he becomes impatient. every time, vernon reprimands him with a tug to his tail, drawing a yelp out of seungcheol and shushes from some of the others sitting around them. how no one questions their odd position is incomprehensible to seungcheol, but he's far too glad to risk questioning it.
at some point, when seungcheol has long decided to just pretend to be asleep, all the others decide on putting on another movie. it's even worse than the first one, sending him into an endless spiral of conflicting emotions. he flinches from any loud noise, consequently clenching tight around vernon's cock, sending shivers down his spine. meanwhile, vernon is steadily carding his hands through seungcheol's hair, which feels so nice that he wants to bask in it forever.
vernon seems unbothered by all of it, not even moving to readjust his position. basically being ignored somehow only turns seungcheol on further. he doesn't understand the sudden development, since he usually hates the feeling, always craving for attention from anyone around him.
he's roused from his not-sleep by vernon shifting him again, wrapping the blanket, that's now only just covering his ass, tightly around him. it makes him whine in confusion. vernon coos at him, standing up slowly. with seungcheol in his arms, he steps over some of the guys situated on the floor, bidding them a good night.
they end up in someone's room. vernon deposits him onto the bed, then crawls on top of him. he takes his time admiring seungcheol, the flush on his cheeks that reaches down to his heaving chest, his hooded eyes, the skirt that lays lopsided, revealing his still leaking cunt.
without pulling down his pants, he leans over seungcheol, lining his cock back up again. he pushes inside slowly, eyes focused on the hybrid's face.
"you okay, hyung?"
seungcheol nods, chewing on his bottom lip. "'m okay, sol. please fuck me," he says, wrapping his legs around vernon's waist and pulling himself upwards, ginding onto the cock inside of him.
vernon curses, but complies, starting off with a slow pace. eventually, seungcheol starts whining for more, so he speeds up, slamming into seungcheol as hard as he can, making sure to hit the right angle. he reaches down with one hand, stimulating his clit.
it has seungcheol clamping around him, slamming a hand over his mouth to stop himself from yelling. he's reduced to an endless stream of moans and begs, desperately trying to keep quiet.
"sol, please– i'm so close, please." he hugs vernon's shoulders, pulling him down to rest on top of him. it makes it harder to thrust quickly, so vernon settles with simply grinding into seungcheol, never pulling too far out.
apparently, he manages to hit the right angle. seungcheol sobs, shaking apart in his hold. his bunny ears twitch, followed by his legs and then his whole body. it's cute looking at the way he's trying to keep quiet, now with both hands covering his mouth, when he's failing spectacularly at it. small noises ring through the room, bouncing off the wall and probably also climbing down the hallway.
it's not like any of the others will care. those of them who are still awake now will most likely even enjoy the show, even if they can't see it. still, vernon takes pity on seungcheol, prying his hands away and kissing him instead, swallowing his noises.
they stay like that until vernon can move again, released from the clamp. he continues thrusting, chasing his own climax. it doesn’t last long, with seungcheol basically crying from overwhelming pleasure under him.
one last time, he pushes in as far as possible, burying his face in seungcheol's neck while he rides out his high.