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“I’m just a bit bummed that we only have one song left until our concert ends.”
Seungkwan didn’t hear Vernon the first time, so he’d had to repeat himself, moving closer and enunciating it in his ear in his slow, deep voice. Vernon also can’t keep his hands off of him, touching his lower back, and his arm, and his waist, over and over again, until DK physically pries him away.
He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off Seungkwan the whole concert either. They’re in the middle of their Ode to You tour and they have performed this exact set dozens of times. Vernon doesn’t know what’s different about tonight. Each time they’re in the same v-necked, silky, black and white shirts. Each time Seungkwan is wearing a long chain around his neck. Each time he’s wearing that sash that accentuates his insane proportions, his tiny waist and lucious ass. Each time he’s glistening with sweat that’s shining off of his skin. But something is different. There’s a charge in the air, a spark of electricity. Everyone around them can feel it too.
Vernon is looking at Seungkwan as if he wants to eat him alive. Maybe he does. But the truth is, he isn’t bummed that the concert is ending soon. He loves performing for Carats, but right now the only thought in his mind is Seungkwan.
The thing is, in their concerts when they say it’s ending soon, it’s not really true until, like, at least an hour more. They still have to change into their encore clothes, which they do next. It’s a mad rush backstage whenever they have an outfit change, not only having to change in a relatively short amount of time, but also trying to wipe away the sweat that soaks through their clothes each set, so they look somewhat refreshed in their next outfits.
Each member has a rack with every outfit they need for their concerts set out in order. The racks are in age order, because that’s just how staff does things so as to not lose track of anything. This means that Vernon’s clothing rack is next to Seungkwan’s. Which means that Vernon’s eyes are still boring into Seungkwan. While he’s changing. Vernon is slow by nature, having basically only one speed—steady. Now he stands frozen, hardly moving a muscle.
In the bustle backstage, no one is paying much attention to them, each member concerned with his own outfit change and then makeup and hair touch ups. So when Seungkwan looks over his shoulder to Vernon to make sure he’s watching his little strip-tease and Vernon nearly chokes on his tongue, no one else seems to notice.
First he unfastens his sash and slowly drops it to the floor, eyes tracking Vernon the entire time to make sure he’s watching closely. Next he undoes his shirt, opening it to reveal his chest while smirking and taking his time sliding it down his arms. Last but not least, his trousers. He shimmies them down his body carefully, since they’re on the tighter side, and over his round ass. At this point Vernon is quietly panting like a dog and hasn’t made any moves to change out of his own clothes yet, Seungkwan smirking at his unresponsiveness, knowing how ravenous he is inside, despite his lack of response. Seungkwan changes into his encore clothes, but not before picking up a towel provided with his clothing rack and dabbing the sweat off, head thrown back and moaning in satisfaction. He puts on his white t-shirt, jeans, and glasses, and heads over to get his hair and makeup retouched, tapping once with one finger under Vernon’s chin giving him one last look over his shoulder that seems to say he’s ready and willing.
Seungkwan’s undressing is playing on a loop in Vernon’s mind as the encore stage begins. At one point, Vernon grabs a bottle of water because he realizes his mouth is as dry as a desert. As he’s swallowing, Seungkwan appears by his side watching his throat bob, and Vernon feels as if his skin has caught fire. Seungkwan takes the bottle from him when he’s finished and drinks some himself, Vernon watching him dumbstruck, having to control himself carefully because they’re still very much on stage, Vernon nearly grabbing his hand as he takes the bottle back.
The rest of the concert is a blur. After the tenth Aju Nice it usually is, exhaustion creeping in, internally begging each one to be the last. But this one is a blur for a different reason. The tension between them is palpable, feeling like a rubber band about to snap at any moment. Vernon’s mind has only one focus at this point: fucking Seungkwan the moment they cross the threshold of the hotel room.
When the last encore finally plays, and it actually is the last, they finally make their way backstage for the typical after concert photo. The teasing, amused expression hasn’t left Seungkwan’s face since his little changing room show, but Vernon knows from experience that Seungkwan also feels every bit of anticipation that he does. Their unending want for each other is entirely mutual. Seungkwan just tends to be better at masking it, always a professional.
It’s not uncommon for them to fool around after a concert, but they do often have to work around various circumstances. Vernon typically rooms with Woozi, but by some stroke of luck, his roommate for this city is Seungkwan—something about Woozi needing to discuss some things privately with Mingyu, whatever that means. For them this means that once they enter the hotel and head to their room without delay, Vernon can practically feel his heart pounding through his chest with desire.
As had been on his mind for what feels like a few hours now, the second the door closes behind them he has Seungkwan pressed into it, kissing him hungrily. Seungkwan is smiling against his lips and throws his arms around his neck, matching his hunger and kissing him with the expertise of someone who knows just how to undo Vernon from the inside out. With the first pause to catch their breaths, Vernon slowly slides off the cardigan Seungkwan had put on for the ride back, neither one breaking eye contact until the air hitting Seungkwan’s bare arms makes him shiver. Vernon kisses him again, slower, deeper, and with more intention, hands under his shirt touching him, drawing him back off the door and leading him to the bed.
“Can I eat you out?” Vernon asks, always staring like he wants to devour him whole. Seungkwan gasps softly, then nods fervently, “ Please .” He strips himself of his jeans and Vernon peels off his t-shirt and underwear, pulling him in close and nipping and licking at his neck and jawline. Seungkwan gets a hold of himself long enough to say, “H-hey, yours too.” Vernon crosses his arms and pulls at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, pulls off his pants and underwear in one fluid motion, and brings their bare bodies back flush together, scraping his teeth up his shoulder and sucking on his neck enough to leave a mark. Seungkwan tsks, always having to be the one with the foresight to make sure they don’t leave any visible marks, and pulls Vernon’s mouth off and back in for another filthy kiss, their tongues roughly rolling together.
Vernon finally breaks the kiss to turn Seungkwan around and playfully slaps his ass to get him to climb up onto the bed. Seungkwan throws him a joking pout over his shoulder at the rough treatment, but obliges, climbing on the bed and getting on all fours to slick his ass in the air, like a dinner table set for a feast.
Vernon takes a moment to savor the sight, but wastes no time to get his hands on him to spread him open. Seungkwan lets out a long, shaky sigh as he feels his hands on him kneading his ass, ready to feel his tongue on him and in him. Vernon leaves open-mouthed kisses down his body, leaving a trail that ends at his lower back. At the first teasing lick at his hole, Seungkwan gasps and Vernon moans against him, sending vibrations up his spine and making his whole body shiver.
Vernon takes his time eating him out, Seungkwan’s hands in tight fists gripping the sheets, partially muffling himself with the pillow. When Vernon can’t feel his tongue anymore, he pauses, lifting his head to kiss Seungkwan's lower back.
Suddenly Seungkwan starts swatting his hand behind his back towards Vernon. “Sollie, Sollie, please, ” he says panting.
“What is it, baby?” Vernon asks him, thinking that he already knows the answer.
Seungkwan looks over his shoulder and gives him a side-eye look that seems to say “don’t make me say it.” But he does, saying “I want your dick.”
Vernon holds back a smile and gets off the bed to grab the lube he has stored in his bag, uncapping it as he hops back on. “Your wish is my command,” he says in monotone, making Seungkwan roll his eyes.
Vernon slicks up a finger and watches Seungkwan’s reaction for how it feels. It goes in pretty easily, having already fucked him with his tongue. Seungkwan just gives a big sigh, both in satisfaction and in impatience, waiting for Vernon to add another finger. He adds more lube and starts to press it in, this one with just a little resistance, but still not taking long to adjust.
“What are you waiting for?” Seungkwan huffs impatiently, signaling in his way that he’s ready for another finger and that he’s unhappy with the pace.
“Eager,” he has the wherewithal to tease, while simultaneously about to lose his mind if his dick isn’t inside Seungkwan in the next minute. “Ok baby, last one,” then he’s using three fingers and Seungkwan groans in satisfaction. Vernon scissors his fingers in, stretching him and rubbing at his prostate.
“Ok, ok, ok, I’m ready, now fuck me,” he says, sounding a bit desperate.
Vernon isn’t too proud to admit he loves when Seungkwan bosses him around, especially when they’re having sex. He’s pretty sure he would even enjoy only being allowed to do whatever Seungkwan orders him to do. Hm, we should try that sometime.
Putting a pin in that thought, he nudges Seungkwan’s side to signal that he wants him to turn over. As much as he loves fucking Seungkwan with his ass front and center, he loves to see his face and every micro expression even more. Seungkwan in all his professionalism, can control his face everywhere but in the bedroom, so Vernon is intimately aware of each moment he comes undone, being the only one privy to it.
Seungkwan turns over with another impatient huff and yet the moment he does, Vernon sees right through him. He sees his eyes that hold all the love and trust of years together. Vernon caresses his cheek and just looks at him for a moment before kissing him tenderly. He slicks his cock and lines up, lifting Seungkwan’s legs to his chest and giving him one last kiss before pressing in.
Even stretched three fingers wide, it stings so good, Seungkwan hissing as Vernon bottoms out. Once he has adjusted, he signals to Vernon to move. Vernon finds a grueling pace, all moments of tenderness from moments before forgotten, both of them chasing their own release.
When Vernon gets the angle just right, Seungkwan practically mewls, not able to hold back at all. As much as Vernon loves to hear him, the last time they were too loud they got complaints and Seungcheol had scolded them, Seungkwan so embarrassed they didn’t have sex for a few weeks. Anxious for that to never happen again, he presses two fingers to Seungkwan’s lips, Seungkwan quickly opening his mouth after he realizes how loud he’s being and takes Vernon’s fingers in his mouth.
Vernon groans and his pace falters briefly, as he’s caught up with thinking how tight and wet Seungkwan is all over. It doesn’t take much longer after that thought for him to come, filling Seungkwan in more ways than one. Seungkwan moans around his fingers as he follows soon after, hot ropey shoots of cum painting his stomach.
Vernon slowly pulls his fingers out of Seungkwan’s mouth, his breath stuttering at the wet glide of his fingers dragging against his rough tongue and the trail of spit that connects to his plush lips as he lowers his hand. Vernon pulls out his softening cock and lowers himself next to Seungkwan, the both of them rendered breathless and speechless, trying to take deep breaths.
Seungkwan reaches his hand to gently stroke Vernon’s cheek, then Vernon grabs his hand and places a kiss into his open palm, then holds it to his chest. After giving themselves another moment to regain their breath, they both get up to clean themselves of their cum and sweat from the concert.
They’re usually quiet after. Seungkwan used to feel like he had to fill every moment of silence, but now revels in the lingering sensations and in the reassurance of what he and Vernon have, regardless of if they say it out loud.
Once they snuggle into the other clean bed, Vernon wraps his arms around him and Seungkwan finally starts to drift off, warm and held in the comfort of knowing that tomorrow they’ll do it all again.