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The warmth of the shower eases Donghyuck’s sore muscles, and washes away the grime and exhaustion from performing for a roaring crowd. He stands underneath the stream of water for an extended period of time, long enough that Taeyong knocks at the door of the bathroom and asks if he’s drowned, and Donghyuck only shakes himself out of his stupor when Taeyong actually pokes his head through the crack in the door. Oh, that’s right — he’s rooming with Taeyong tonight. Having checked out while staring down the drain, Donghyuck only manages a lopsided, sleepy smile towards his leader through the foggy glass of the shower.
Realizing that Taeyong can’t see him through the severe steam cloud that’s enveloped the entire bathroom, he verbalizes a response instead. “ ‘M okay, hyung. “ Donghyuck’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth, and his body feels almost like he’s been hydraulically pressed into a fine powder. Maybe that wouldn’t sound so bad, now that he’s actually given it some thought. Taeyong must take that at face value, because his presence is replaced with a soft hum of acknowledgement and then the click of the door shutting.
His senses feel heightened in every way, like every nerve is an active livewire waiting to spark. A shiver wracks through Donghyuck’s body despite the intense heat of the water pounding down against his skin, his hands sliding over the planes of his stomach and trying not to let a pathetic whimper slip past his lips.
The truth is, Donghyuck just gets like this sometimes. Where everything is both too much and not enough at the same time. It comes with working as much as he does, where he’s at the end of his rope and he’s just so pent up that the smallest things tip him off. Here he is standing in the shower of some hotel he can’t remember the name of, and all it’s taken is some light petting over his own chest to have him half-hard against his thigh.
Donghyuck’s blunt nails rake over the pert bud of his nipples, the sound getting caught in his throat as he tips his head back, before his hands travel lower down his abdomen, coming to stop at the line of his hips. He could touch himself, he could get off dirty and fast and spill all over the shower wall, and the idea seems so tempting right now — but then Donghyuck remembers there’s a warm body right here in his hotel room with him that is always eager to take care of him, and a new wave of need sweeps through the younger. No, now that he’s had the revelation, his own hands just won’t do. He needs Taeyong.
Donghyuck finishes his shower with a new goal in mind, thinks of Taeyong’s fingers as he works over his scalp, and a giddy feeling sitting heavy in his stomach. But he’s only human, and more than that he’s only a man , so he can’t help it when he gives in and grants himself a few lazy tugs on his cock and lets his fingers wander when he’s washing himself. It’s not enough, but it still makes him exhale a soft sigh into the air.
When he steps out of the bathroom a few minutes later, rubbing a towel into his hair to try and speed up the drying process, Donghyuck is only dressed in a pair of sweatpants that are hanging dangerously low on his hips — because he has some shame, but not a lot — and Taeyong is in a similar state of undress. He seems to have dragged one of the nice chairs underneath the open window, and he sits with his back to it with his phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other, scrolling mindlessly through whatever app he’s entertaining himself with. He thinks Taeyong looks so unbelievably handsome while he’s just sitting there, absentmindedly taking a pull off of his cigarette and readjusting himself in his seat. With all of his tattoos on display like this, Donghyuck wants to just sink his teeth into every single one.
Once he realizes Donghyuck has left the bathroom, his phone is quickly abandoned, and Donghyuck lets a smile pull at the corner of his lips as he moves towards Taeyong. He drops the towel in the hamper where roomservice can retrieve it later, and a playful whine sounds from his throat as he makes grabby hands for the older member. Taeyong leans back a bit, setting his phone on the table near his ashtray, and he smiles at Donghyuck like he’s the only boy in the entire world.
He likes how short Taeyong’s hair is now, a feeling akin to want curling in his gut as he thinks of how the strands would feel between his fingers if he were to tug on Taeyong’s hair. He’d let Donghyuck pull his head back, always happy to go with the tempo Donghyuck sets for them, but that’s not what he wants tonight. He wants Taeyong to decide for him. He wants Taeyong to take care of him completely.
Donghyuck clambers into his lap then, having just enough space in the chair for his knees to bracket Taeyong’s hips, tucked underneath his body. The hand that was previously holding Taeyong’s phone has come to rest on the soft jut of Donghyuck’s hip, his thumb rubbing circles into Donghyuck’s golden skin. Maybe they’ve known each other for too long, because his leader seems to understand what he needs without having to verbally ask for it. Donghyuck’s thankful for that, because his mouth and brain feel like it’s filling with cotton the more the seconds pass.
Taeyong’s grip lifts from his hip to rest on his nape, leading Donghyuck to relax his full weight into him, and Donghyuck doesn’t need to be told twice as he buries his face in the juncture of Taeyong’s neck and shoulder and goes completely lax. “ There we go. “ Taeyong’s voice is a gravelly hum, music to Hyuck’s ears as he melts into the leader’s body. “ Are you okay, Hyuckie? “
It takes a second for Donghyuck to process what’s being asked of him, nodding his head before turning to press a wet, open mouthed kiss into the tattoo on Taeyong’s shoulder. He’s still a little warm from the shower he took before Donghyuck, cooling off from sitting in front of the open window. He’s hyper aware of Taeyong taking a drag off of the cigarette, turning his head to blow the smoke out the window, and a soft whine pulls deep from Donghyuck’s throat as he lifts his head to look at the leader.
There’s a soft, pleading look in Donghyuck’s eyes that Taeyong must recognize in his younger member’s face, because he hides the beginnings of a smirk by dipping his head to watch as he taps off the excess ash into his ashtray. “ What is it, baby? “ And he watches with delight as Donghyuck’s eyes flicker between his face and the cigarette dangling between his fingers.
“ This? “ Taeyong’s brows raise up into his hairline, the teasing grin on his features making Donghyuck’s insides squirm. The leader lets out a soft purr, his free hand threading in Donghyuck’s hair to pull him into a sitting position, and Donghyuck can only let out a breathy whine at the delicious sting it leaves on his scalp. “ Can you open your pretty mouth for hyung, Hyuckie ? “ The best way to handle Donghyuck that Taeyong has found is just like this, to never outright tell him what to do, but to leave the ball in Donghyuck’s court — give him the ability to say no if he truly wants to, and still make him feel like he has a lick of control over the situation, when in reality he doesn’t. He trusts Taeyong to take care of him, and the fact is apparent as he obediently lets his mouth fall open, pink tongue pushing past his lips.
“ Always such a good boy for me, baby. You love making your hyung proud, don’t you ? “
A steady fire has started to build in Donghyuck’s stomach, and a blissful little look has replaced the maknae’s face as he eagerly nods his head. “ Always wanna make you proud of me, TY. I’ve looked up to you since I was a trainee. “
“ You’re too sweet on me, Hyuckie. You know that? Always treat me so well. “
He watches through a lidded gaze as Taeyong takes another drag off of his cigarette, but this time he doesn’t immediately turn his head to blow it out the window. Instead, he sets the cigarette down in the ashtray and cradles Donghyuck’s jaw in his hands, pulling the maknae in closer. The kiss is a little sloppy at first, catching Donghyuck off guard, but the moan that Taeyong swallows up comes from deep within his throat when the smoke is forcibly exhaled into his mouth.
He claws at Taeyong’s shoulders, presses his hips forward in Taeyong’s lap and chases after his lips. The leader is more than pleased with himself, watching how Donghyuck’s cheeks have turned a lovely shade of pink after they’ve pulled away from each other. When he pulls back, he lifts up the cigarette and offers it to Donghyuck, who takes it between shaking fingers.
This isn’t the first time he’s held a cigarette, not the second and not the third or the fourth, but Donghyuck’s head feels so fuzzy around the edges, he can’t really get a grip on the thing or hold it in a way that doesn’t feel awkward. He can feel himself slipping into that comfy state of mind where he can just turn his brain off, wetting his lips before fumbling to bring the cigarette up to his mouth.
It’s harsher, taking it straight from the source, not softened from Taeyong inhaling it firsthand and sharing it with him. The nicotine still itches that spot, it always does, but it’s not as enjoyable as it was when Taeyong’s lips were pressed into his. Donghyuck swiftly decides that’s the only way he ever wants to smoke anything ever again.
Donghyuck huffs, frustrated with himself as he exhales the smoke directly into Taeyong’s face, like he’s trying to voice his grievances through his petty actions. “ Hyung, “ he sounds a little pathetic to his own ears, pretty heart shaped lips pressed into a frown as Taeyong watches him closely. Taeyong knows what he wants, but he likes to rile Donghyuck up, like some sort of payback for all the times Donghyuck likes to be a thorn in his side. “ I can’t take it right now. “
Taeyong must take pity on him because he nods his head, plucks the cigarette from between Donghyuck’s fingers and takes the last hit before snuffing it out in the bottom of the ashtray. He doesn’t ask this time because Donghyuck’s lips are already parted and waiting, receiving the smoke and the immediate, smooth headrush that comes with it. Taeyong doesn’t pull away afterwards, continuing to lick into Donghyuck’s mouth and revel in the wanton noise Donghyuck makes.
He can feel the way Donghyuck starts to rock his hips in his lap, half-hard against his stomach and trying to find a rhythm that’s comfortable, but just comes off a little too eager. Not that Taeyong minds, because he likes to feel desired, and likes to know that Donghyuck wants him just as fiercely.
“ Need you, hyung. . . Was thinking about you when I was in the shower. “ Donghyuck’s voice is low and airy, rolling his hips in soft little figure eights as Taeyong’s interest is piqued. “ Thinking about your hyung in the shower? Naughty boy. “ Taeyong clicks his tongue in a tsk, feeling Donghyuck shiver against his body as he shakes his head. “ ‘S not like that. Needed you. . . Need you to take care of me. “
Taeyong wonders just how far gone Donghyuck is, listens to the slur in his words and looks at the unshed tears in his big, doe eyes, and comes to the conclusion that tonight is just not the night for teasing. Taeyong likes to take care of wounded little things, and Donghyuck chokes out a strangled noise against Taeyong’s shoulder that makes the leader’s stomach tighten into knots.
“ I’ll take care of you, darling. Whatever you want, hyung will give it to you. “ This seems to placate Donghyuck enough, draping his arms over Taeyong’s shoulders and nuzzling his cheek against his — it vaguely reminds Taeyong of the stray cats that used to lurk around their old dorm building, seeking out his warmth and affection.
Donghyuck pulls back only so he can kiss Taeyong again, like he’s not quite ready to stop anytime soon. That’s fine with Taeyong, who easily takes control over the kiss and slips his tongue into Donghyuck’s mouth. It’s all teeth and tongues, messy with the way that they’re swapping spit. Donghyuck is pacified completely, quiet and pliant in Taeyong’s lap — it’s astonishing to think of the intense stage presence that Donghyuck — Haechan — had had just a few hours ago, demanding everybody in the audience's attention, reduced down to this sweet, mewling, writhing mess. Taeyong likes him best like this. No witty remarks on his tongue, just this pretty, docile thing that wants to do whatever he can to make Taeyong happy.
Taeyong’s hands smooth down the expanse of Donghyuck’s bare sides, grasping at the meat of his hips that are squeezed out by the tight hemline of his sweatpants. His lips are a bright red from the way Taeyong’s been kissing and nipping at them, shiny with their spit and towel dried hair sticking up in every direction. Taeyong wants to just eat him whole.
Taeyong spares a glance between their bodies where they’re tightly pressed together, grins to himself at the bulge in Donghyuck’s sweatpants, and knows that Donghyuck can feel the one pressing against his ass. “ Can you get up for me, baby ? Go lay down on the bed and hyung will do the rest. I’ll take care of you just like I promised. “
For a moment, there’s a flash of panic in Donghyuck’s features, an unsteady sound pitching from his throat as he looks behind them at the set of beds. He turns back around and fixes Taeyong with a frown, who brings his hand up to smooth over the younger’s lips with his thumb. “ Just for a minute, I promise I’ll be right behind you. “
Though reluctant, Donghyuck pulls himself from Taeyong’s lap. After sitting on them for so long in Taeyong’s lap, his legs wobble beneath him, and Taeyong holds onto Donghyuck’s waist to steady him until he’s ready. And when he is, Donghyuck turns and makes immediate pace for Taeyong’s bed that he claimed when they first stepped into their room this morning to dump their luggage.
Donghyuck flops down onto the mattress on his tummy, crawling up the bed and grabbing for one of the pillows, pulling it into his chest. Taeyong tries not to dawdle for too long and leave Donghyuck feeling antsy, rummaging around in his suitcase until he finds the little travel bottle of lube tucked away in one of the side pockets.
Donghyuck’s cheek is squished into the sheets, watching Taeyong move around the room as he tries to lay perfectly still. It’s a hard task to manage when all he can think about is what Taeyong’s going to do with him, and realizing that he doesn’t care — he knows that whatever it is, it’ll feel good. Taeyong will take care of him because that’s his job, and he’s never steered Donghyuck wrong before.
He doesn’t have to wait much longer before Taeyong has returned to him, dumping the bottle of lube somewhere on the mattress and leaning down to kiss along the line of Donghyuck’s spine. It’s awfully intimate, a funny feeling settling down inside of Donghyuck’s stomach as he watches the leader through his peripheral.
“ Pretty thing, “ Whilst he’s busy kissing along every exposed inch of Donghyuck’s skin, Taeyong reaches for the pillow that Hyuck has cuddled into his chest, manhandling the younger member until he can wedge the pillow underneath Donghyuck's hips. While he’s got Donghyuck’s hips up, Taeyong gently drags his nails over the swell of Donghyuck’s ass as he slides his sweatpants down the long line of his legs. Taeyong can’t really say he’s surprised when he’s met with the revelation of Donghyuck going commando, who at least has the decency to look sheepish when Taeyong gives him that questioning look.
“ Hyung. . . “ There’s a teariness in Donghyuck’s voice when he calls for Taeyong, fisting at the sheets as Taeyong gropes one of his cheeks, spreading him open. “ Hyung’s right here, Hyuckie. ‘M gonna take care of you just like you want, okay? “ He hears Donghyuck sniffle wetly into the sheets, and his heart aches at just how needy his baby really is for him. Lifting Donghyuck’s hips a little higher, Taeyong slips one of his hands between the maknae’s legs to wrap his fingers around his cock.
Donghyuck keens almost immediately, a wounded sound coming from his throat as he tries to decide on bucking into Taeyong’s hand or pulling away from the touch altogether. He’s already wet underneath Taeyong's palm, dripping pre-cum that helps the leader ease the slide on his shaft as he jerks him off. He doesn’t wanna make Donghyuck cum, not yet at least, but wants to give him enough relief that takes the edge off.
As soon as his hand is there it’s gone again, slipping from between Donghyuck’s thighs and stopping to knead at the soft flesh. Donghyuck has truly lovely thighs, and absolutely anybody inside the group or out of it could tell you that — he’s the very personification of Taeyong’s wet dreams laid out before him, crying out at every little touch over his sensitive body. He’s already starting to sweat, and Taeyong’s barely done anything with him yet.
If Taeyong’s phone was closer, he’d stop and take a picture to show Donghyuck just what a gorgeous sight he is all spread out. Honeyed skin covered in a high flush, unblemished aside from all his little moles like a gift from the sun itself, and Taeyong thinks about how pretty Donghyuck might look with a tattoo. Maybe a small hip tattoo like him and Yuta, or maybe one like Taemin had that stretches beneath his waistline, or maybe one that follows down the line of his spine — before Taeyong ultimately decides he likes Donghyuck just how he is right now. Shy underneath Taeyong's intense gaze, squirming away from the way Taeyong is analyzing him.
He pushes Donghyuck’s hips down against the pillow, letting him relax before using the hand on his thighs to push his legs further apart. Taeyong has a beautiful view of his pert little ass, his hole that flutters around nothing and begs for Taeyong to fill it. Happily, he settles in the space between Donghyuck’s legs that’s been carved out just for him.
He distantly wonders with the way that Donghyuck jumps at every little touch on his flushed skin, if he could make Donghyuck cum just from playing with his hole, never actually pushing anything into him — but ultimately decides that’s just not what the younger one needs from him right now. Though maybe another time surely.
Taeyong is pretty well attuned to whatever it is that Donghyuck needs from him at any given time, and tonight is no different either. He’s well aware of the way Donghyuck shivers beneath every touch, of the glazed over look in his eyes as he watches Taeyong. It makes his stomach churn, afraid that he might let Donghyuck down at some point, or somehow betray the immense trust that he’s been saddled with.
He ghosts his thumb over Donghyuck’s rim, lips parting softly when Donghyuck pushes back against him, trying to suck him in. Taeyong smacks at his ass cheek with the same hand, kneading the flesh to ease the sting, and drinking in the choked out sob Donghyuck lets out. “ Just relax, like I said. I’ll do all of the work for you, baby. “ Donghyuck nods his head, or tries to at least, as he swallows past the lump in his throat.
Donghyuck lets his eyes flutter shut, a shuddering exhale rattling his chest when he hears the cap of the lube bottle being popped open. With his eyes closed, he’s left to Taeyong’s mercy, waiting for his touch that never comes. After a moment, he realizes it’s because Taeyong was trying to warm the lube on his fingers before touching Donghyuck in his most intimate places. It makes him crack a smile into the sheets as he circles his finger around Donghyuck’s rim.
The push in is easy, a little too easy , and Taeyong fights off a grin as Donghyuck sucks in his finger like he’s made for it. “ Were you playing with yourself in the shower? “ To which Donghyuck just offers a coy little smile in return, and a shrug of his shoulders that tells Taeyong everything he needs to know. Maybe he did more than just a couple of lazy tugs on his cock before leaving the shower, so what?
“ Wanted it t’ be easy for you. “ Donghyuck slurs against the meat of his arm that he’s began biting down on, turning more and more into a boneless pile as one finger is quickly replaced with two. Donghyuck takes that just as easily too, a cacophony of moans and cries punched out of him as Taeyong scissors his fingers and purposefully avoids his prostate.
It’s a little mean, he can admit that, but Donghyuck sounds so sweet when he’s frustrated every time Taeyong crooks his fingers just the right way to graze that bundle of nerves, but never actually pushing pressure into it. It’s when he pushes a third finger in that Donghyuck needs to adjust a little more, face contorting for only a moment before discomfort makes way for pleasure.
“ You’re doing so well, my angel. “ Taeyong praises him as he dips down to press a kiss to Donghyuck’s shoulder, granting him a genuine smile that makes Donghyuck’s stomach fill with butterflies. He’s always loved Taeyong’s smile, loves it even more whenever it’s directed at him specifically. “ You’re gonna take me so well, Hyuckie. Gonna be so good for your hyung. “
There’s a husky groan that rips itself from Donghyuck’s throat, pushing back on Taeyong’s fingers as he finally presses into his prostate. It has Donghyuck’s back bowing, jaw falling loose as he writhes underneath his leader. “ N-Need more, h-hyung, please. Need you inside. “
The maknae sounds near desperate, voice pitched higher as he nears begging territory. He’s not against it, and Taeyong knows this as fact, but sometimes if you push Donghyuck too far, nobody gets to enjoy themselves. Today seems like it might be one of those nights.
“ Just a little more, Hyuck-ah. Just want to make sure you’re ready. “ Taeyong brings his free hand up to card through Donghyuck’s hair, pushing his bangs out of his face so he can look at the boy’s intense flush. There are little pearls of sweat gathering at Donghyuck’s temples, eyes blown so wide Taeyong can barely see his brown irises. “ Such a sweet little bear. “ This invokes a guttural reaction out of Donghyuck, who’s cock twitches against the mattress and a wounded cry escaping past his lips.
Taeyong leans in to press a couple of kisses to the moles on Donghyuck’s cheek, curling his fingers deep inside and pressing them into that tight bundle of nerves, before letting his fingers slip from Donghyuck’s hole completely. There’s a flurry of tears that pour down Donghyuck’s cheeks, and he sobs at the loss of Taeyong’s fingers, that empty feeling settling inside of him tenfold. Taeyong wants to bury him down into the mattress and hide him from the world, never to be seen by anybody who could harm a hair on his pretty little head.
“ Taeyong hyung, please, please, please, please. “ Donghyuck’s mindless chants are expelled into the air with such a violent desperation, focused on the sole desire of getting Taeyong inside of him and nothing else. Like he needs it so he can feel whole again, so far gone that he doesn’t even realize that Taeyong has already slipped out of his sweatpants and is currently slicking up his dick.
It’s not until he feels the lubed head of Taeyong’s cock catching on his rim that Donghyuck falls silent, the leader hushing him softly and peppering kisses along the freckles on his shoulders.
“ There we go, baby bear. You’re okay. I’ve got you. “ Taeyong’s lips are pressed to the shell of Donghyuck’s ear, pushing his hips forward until the head of his cock breaches past Donghyuck’s rim. It’s taking every ounce of Taeyong’s willpower to not just slam his hips into Donghyuck’s warmth, eyes screwed shut as he finally gets a bit of pleasure past Donghyuck grinding in his lap.
Taeyong is always more than happy to focus on Donghyuck’s pleasure more than his own, but he can’t deny it feels incredible to finally be inside of him.
He lets Donghyuck go as slow as he needs him to, taking Taeyong inch by agonizing inch until he’s fully sheathed inside. With their rampant schedules and Donghyuck’s health hiatus, there hasn’t been much time for fooling around between the members. It’s easily been at least a couple of months since either of them have had anything more than sloppy blowjobs or quick jerk sessions. Hell, the last time he even saw Donghyuck’s cock was a grainy picture Donghyuck had sent him when he was back at the dorm getting better, and Taeyong couldn’t even do anything about himself.
Donghyuck pants into the sheets, drooling all over himself as Taeyong experimentally moves his hips a bit. Donghyuck lets out a beautiful sound, clenching up around Taeyong’s cock before he relaxes again. It makes the leader see stars, a stuttering breath being forced out of his lungs. “ Jesus Christ, “ He breathes the words out with a vigor, draping himself over Donghyuck’s back.
The position presses Donghyuck down into the mattress further, smothered underneath Taeyong's body in the best way possible. This is probably the closest thing he’ll get to being hydraulically pressed like he wanted, and Taeyong’s weight on top of him is a comfort in itself.
“ Hyung . . . Hyung, stay here for a second. “ The maknae tries to press his hips back against Taeyong’s, squirming beneath the weight that comforts him like a weighted blanket. Taeyong is slick against his back, the both of them working up a sweat with the close proximity. “ Whatever you need, baby bear. '' Donghyuck preens at the pet name, letting out a sigh straight from his soul as Taeyong peppers kisses along the lines of his jaw. Donghyuck tips his head back against Taeyong’s shoulder, exposing the length of his jaw, which the leader happily laps up.
He doesn’t leave any hickies, no matter how much Donghyuck begs and cries for them, but the full feeling is more than enough for him. Whole. He finally feels whole.
It doesn’t take long for Donghyuck to finally grow impatient, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he flutters around Taeyong’s cock. “ M-Move. You can move n-now, please. “ Taeyong loves how wrecked he sounds, absolutely adores how Donghyuck’s voice hitches and cracks for him.
Taeyong pulls back enough to give himself a little leverage, flattening his hand along Donghyuck’s spine so he melts into the mattress, contouring to Taeyong’s body pinning him down. “ ‘M gonna move now, Hyuckie. Just tell me what you need. “ He starts with shallow thrusts, pulling out a couple of inches only to push back into the boy writhing beneath him.
Taeyong pulls back enough so that only the tip of his cock resides, before swinging his hips back in to meet Donghyuck’s ass. It punches the most gorgeous sound out of the younger member’s throat, pushing him up the bed and leaving him scrambling to find something to grab onto.
Donghyuck lets out a beautiful staccato symphony of moans and cries as Taeyong drills him down into the mattress, drowning out the sound of Taeyong’s hips slapping against Donghyuck’s ass. The entire room sounds so lewd and obscene, like Donghyuck really has just walked out of some cheap porno with the way he cries Taeyong’s name over and over again. It fills him with a sense of pride, knowing that Donghyuck’s brain is void of anything else except for the pleasure that Taeyong is giving him.
Pushing himself up onto his knees, Taeyong manhandles Donghyuck to go with him with a grunt of exertion. Donghyuck’s back is flush against his chest, propped up on his knees and so exposed to the entire room, throwing his head back onto Taeyong’s shoulder. With his face out of the mattress, his noises are even louder and filthier. Taeyong steadies him with an arm around his waist, hand splayed over his ribs and feeling the way Donghyuck’s chest expands with each ragged breath. He hooks his chin over Donghyuck’s other shoulder, looking down at the flushed front of his body.
Donghyuck’s cock is an angry red against his stomach, leaking pre-cum that has smeared all over his tummy and the fine patch of dark hair at the base of his cock. “ So pretty, darling. Is this all for me? All for hyung to play with, hm? “ Donghyuck doesn’t answer, but Taeyong doesn’t expect him to — just nips at the soft skin of Donghyuck’s shoulder. Not enough to leave a mark, because the makeup noona’s would murder him.
The arm that’s wrapped around Donghyuck’s middle glides over his sweat-slicked skin, grinning to himself when Taeyong’s fingers brush over the bud of one of Donghyuck’s nipples. Donghyuck cries out again, and the sound is rapidly becoming one of Taeyong’s favourites. Maybe he’s just a pervert, but he thinks about how well he could hide Donghyuck’s pleasured moans and whines into a track, blended into the background music and a beautiful instrument all on its own. He’ll definitely have to fuck Donghyuck in his studio when they get back home.
“ More, more, harder, hyung, please. “ Donghyuck’s chest concaves like he’s trying to escape the way Taeyong is pinching at his nipples, though he doesn’t manage to get very far with the way he’s pinned against Taeyong’s front. Like prey caught in a trap, he’s merciless against whatever Taeyong wants to do with him.
But Taeyong is a benevolent partner, wet hot breath exhaling into the juncture of Donghyuck’s neck as Taeyong swears to give him everything he wants and more — a bruising pace against Donghyuck’s ass, hitting his prostate dead on with every single thrust, and the maknae’s tears are earnest as they flow freely down his cheeks. “ Such a good boy, Hyuckie. And so pretty too, you know that? You know how pretty you are, right? It’d be such a shame if you didn’t. “
Donghyuck turns his head to try and kiss Taeyong, but it’s messy and uncoordinated and more so just panting into each other’s open mouths. Taeyong loves it either way, swallowing up Donghyuck’s sounds straight from the source. The hand that had been toying with his nipples comes to rest on Donghyuck’s throat, a steady weight that keeps Donghyuck somewhat grounded.
But when Taeyong squeezes, albeit only slightly, Donghyuck feels his cock jump and more pearls of pre-cum sliding out of the slit, a downright pornographic moan ripping itself from Donghyuck’s throat. He’s so, so close, the white hot feeling curling in his gut like a spring ready to launch. He cries for Taeyong because he doesn’t know how to do anything else, mind completely void of anything that isn’t the man pistoning his hips into him and the need to cum.
“ C-Close. . . “ Donghyuck’s voice breaks off into a broken moan, hands flailing behind him to try and find purchase on something, anything. One hand settles on clawing at Taeyong’s shoulder, the other curling around the back of Taeyong’s neck and pulling him impossibly closer.
Taeyong noses at the side of his cheek, can feel his own orgasm bubbling up and ready to crash into him like a wave. “ You can cum whenever you want, baby bear. Whenever you want. “ Donghyuck flutters around him, stars dripping into Taeyong’s vision as he fucks him fervently. His fingers tighten around Donghyuck’s beautiful throat again, listening to the way Donghyuck gasps wetly and bucks his hips desperately into the air. “ Want you to. . . Hyung, want you to finish i-inside. “ He twists in Taeyong’s bruising grip on his body, a hiccuping sob spilling past his kiss-bitten lips.
Taeyong swears underneath his breath, nodding his head against Donghyuck’s cheek. He’d give Donghyuck the stars if that’s what he wanted. He’d give Donghyuck the entire world if he just asked.
He squeezes tighter around the column of Donghyuck’s throat, other hand coming to roughly pinch at one of Donghyuck’s abused nipples, and a particularly hard thrust into his bundle of nerves — and that’s all it takes for the younger, letting out a strangled cry as he shoots ropes of cum across the bed, flicking back onto the soft flesh of his tummy. He’s tight like a vice around Taeyong’s cock, milking him for everything he’s worth. One shallow thrust, two, and Taeyong is spilling into his ass with a guttural moan directed straight into Donghyuck’s ear.
The maknae has turned to putty in Taeyong’s arms, completely dead weight in Taeyong’s grasp, and the leader struggles to keep the both of them upright. He uses the last bit of his physical strength to lay Donghyuck gently back down on his stomach, careful not to cause too much friction on his oversensitive cock as he lays him over the pillow that was previously placed underneath his hips. Exhausted, Taeyong presses Donghyuck down into the mattress with his bodyweight like a flower pressed into a page, finally taking the strain off of his body.
Donghyuck pants wetly into the sheets, the side of his cheek smooshed against the mattress as he tries to find his way back into his body. He feels like he’s floating somewhere else, his body and mind completely disconnected from each other. His eyes are completely glassed over, looking at Taeyong but not truly seeing him. Taeyong gently cards his fingers through Donghyuck’s sweaty hair, brushing his hair back out of his face.
When Donghyuck finally returns to his body, eyes focusing on Taeyong a little more clearly, a dazed smile pulls at his lips. “ Was I good? “ His voice sounds wrecked, and Taeyong gives him the fondest smile known to mankind as he keeps combing through his hair.
“ You did so well, Donghyuckie. You were so, so good for hyung. Can I pull out now? “ Donghyuck gives him a shaky nod, breath catching in the middle of his throat as Taeyong lifts himself up onto his elbows enough to slowly draw back. A steady rush of cum flows out of him as soon as Taeyong pulls out, and Donghyuck whines softly and turns his face into the sheets as he opens his thighs a little wider at the feeling. “ I’ll be right back, baby bear. Gonna get something to clean you up with, okay? “ Donghyuck doesn’t verbally respond, but he sniffles into the sheets and nods his head in acknowledgement.
Taeyong’s body cries as he pushes himself off of the bed, joints groaning in protest before he paces towards the en suite. He cleans himself up as quickly as possible with a rag before tossing it into the sink, grabbing another cloth that he warms with water. Wringing it out so it doesn’t drip everywhere, Taeyong gently makes his way out of the bathroom to where Donghyuck is a boneless puddle right where Taeyong left him.
“ Sweet boy. “ Taeyong hums softly, dragging the warm cloth over Donghyuck’s flushed skin. The maknae lets out a stuttered breath at the touch, Taeyong cooing at him to hush his mewls. “ Just a little more and then we can go to sleep. “ He drags the cloth between Donghyuck’s cheeks, gentle over his abused hole as best as he can be. Really he should get Donghyuck in the shower again, but he knows it’ll be impossible to hold both him and the other man up, so he just tries to do the best he can.
His fingers slide over his rim, sinking into him with ease and Donghyuck expels a wounded noise at the oversensitivity his body is currently experiencing. Taeyong kisses his spine and coos encouragements towards him, long enough to clean the cum out of him and wipe him clean again.
With a hand on Donghyuck’s hip, he gently flips the boy over onto his back, who goes easily with Taeyong’s ministrations. He flips the rag over to the clean side and wipes down the front of Donghyuck’s body and his softening cock, eyes flickering up to watch the way Donghyuck is watching him through a heavy lidded gaze. When Donghyuck is deemed clean enough, Taeyong slips from the bed again to drop the washcloth into the hamper and to wash his hands.
Donghyuck is still watching him intently, subdued into silence and a pleading look in his eyes as his gaze follows Taeyong around. When Taeyong returns to the bed, Donghyuck reaches for him needily. “ Kiss me? “ The request is soft, almost shy, and Taeyong’s heart swells inside of his chest as he leans down to meet Donghyuck’s mouth in a sweet kiss.
“ Thank you, Tyongie. “ Taeyong’s fingers gently cradle Donghyuck’s face in his hands, Donghyuck turning his head to press a kiss into Taeyong’s palm. “ You don’t have to thank me, Hyuck-ah. ‘M always here to take care of you. That’s my job. “ He smiles softly before he can press a kiss to Donghyuck’s moles, the latter letting out a noise akin to a purr as he nuzzles closer. “ Take such good care of me though. I love you so much. “
This time it’s Taeyong’s turn to flush, smothering down a smile that threatens to split his face in half. “ C’mon, let's get into the other bed. I don’t think either of us want to sleep in your cum spot. “ Donghyuck titters a soft laugh, a sound that scratches Taeyong’s heart and fills him with warmth. He can’t help but to laugh with him.
Pushing himself out of the bed, Taeyong offers both of his hands to Donghyuck, who eyes them warily. Probably assessing just how much help he might actually need. His legs probably still feel like jelly. But he grabs Taeyong’s hands and lets the leader pull him up onto his feet, swaying in place before he can find his footing underneath of himself. Taeyong’s hand stays present on the small of his back, steadying him so that they can move into the other bed in the hotel room.
Donghyuck slips underneath the covers first, the silk sheets feeling like heaven against his heated skin. Taeyong slides in behind him, molding himself perfectly to Donghyuck’s back and wrapping him up in his arms. Donghyuck lets out a happy little noise, wiggling back into Taeyong’s warmth, enjoying the intimacy of their bare skin pressed against another. Taeyong presses a kiss to Donghyuck’s temple before settling down behind him, nose tucked into the soft hairs at Donghyuck’s nape. “ Love you too, baby bear. “
Donghyuck squeezes the arm around his waist in response, looking for Taeyong’s hand and threading their fingers together. With about a week to themselves before their next scheduled concert, the two of them let the exhaustion of the day crash into them, able to fall into a deep, peaceful slumber without having to worry about an alarm going off in the morning.