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“hello stranger, it"s been a minute since we last kicked it. by the way, just got in town and i won"t let cumulus clouds all in the sky ruin my vibe. and usually i don"t do this often, but since we"re coolin is it an option?”
— come through and chill, miguel.
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Chan"s two drinks in, nursing his third, laughing at whatever Seungkwan said, he"s sure it was funny even if he didn"t actually hear it. All nine of them are in the same place for the first time in over a month, meeting up for someone"s something or another. It had started with pregaming disguised as dinner, shouted congratulations and catching up on each others lives, they over stayed their welcome at the restaurant and now here they are. They"ve only been at this club for maybe twenty minutes, long enough to get drinks and find an area they could all hide in. He"s in middle of debating himself on whether he should drag Soonyoung out to the dance floor with him or if he should go alone, find someone to go home with, when his phone lights up on the table.
He stares at it for far too long before picking it up, the rest of the world quiets into background noise as he stares at the text message.
JWW [00:32] : Just got in town. Are you busy?
He doesn"t give himself much time to think about it before he hits send.
Chan [00:34] : No, meet at mine in 30?
He stares at his phone, impatiently waiting for the response to come through, its hours before he gets a response. Well, it"s only four minutes, but, it"s the longest four minutes of his life.
JWW [00:38] : 👍
“Gotta go.” He says and abruptly stands, knees slamming into the table knocking one or two drinks over in his haste, he fights with his wallet to pull out enough money to cover more than his portion of the tab and the drinks he spilled before slapping it down on the table with uncharacteristic graceless movements.
“See ya.” He"s calling over his shoulder maybe 15 seconds later, ignoring all of his hyungs shouts of protests. He"s sure he can hear someone asking where he"s going, maybe it"s Junnie. It sounds like Soonyoung who says the night just started, and he"s pretty sure it"s Jeonghan-hyung who asks when he"s going to introduce whoever it is that he always runs off for, but he didn"t bother responding, all their words fall on deaf ears, Chan has somewhere much more important to be.
–
He had first met Wonwoo years ago, back before half the world knew his face. Chan had been on a trip to LA with Shua-hyung for his birthday.
And there Chan was 22 and newly out and ready to explore his sexuality in a way that he never had before, of course he had slept with the first man he"d met that was also fluent in korean. Wonwoo had fucked him so throughly yet so gently in a shady hotel room that Chan could forget about the likelihood of finding bed bugs on his close later because he was halfway in love.
He was gone without a trace by the time Chan had gotten out of the shower, no number, no nothing, he had absolutely no way of contacting him.
It wasn"t until a month later when Hoshi showed him a new group he was obsessed with that he found out that the man was an idol.
Jeon Wonwoo, one of the four members of the group TRAUMA. He had only been in LA on tour, a happy little moment of fate that they happened to be in the same town at the same time.
And of course, by a stroke of luck, or maybe even fate, they run into each other again, this time in Japan. Wonwoo on a schedule, Chan again on a trip with friends. Once again he finds himself back in a hotel bed with Wonwoo over him and irrevocably changing the course of his life.
That time he leaves with Wonwoo"s number in his phone, his kakaotalk id and promises of seeing him again. And he does. They"re not actually together, but if he"s in town the first place Wonwoo goes is Chan"s apartment.
It"s past 1am and yet here Wonwoo is knocking on Chan"s front door.
“Purple?” Is the first thing he says to his face in over three months, because there he stands tall and beautiful, his hair is shorter than when he last seen him, dyed purple. He"s not wearing his usual pair of glasses, a much more delicate frame that looks unbelievably sexy, a chain hanging around his neck that Chan wants to tangle his fingers in. His fingers itch with the need to reach out and touch but he won"t be the first one to make a move, Wonwoo always is.
He speaks quietly, head tilted to the side, sharp eyes intense as he takes in all of Chan"s changes the same way he was taking in him, “Like it?”
“Mhm.” He hums in confirmation, stepping out of the way to let Wonwoo in through the door, “"S nice.”
That was all the invitation he needed, he barely pauses to drop his things on the floor and shut the door behind him before he"s on Chan, pulling him in close.
Their lips crash messily in a desperate kiss, an attempt to catch back up on all they"d missed out on in those last few months. Chan"s arms wrap around his neck pulling him impossibly closer, Wonwoo"s grip bruisingly tight on Chan"s hips, blindly directing him down the hall towards his bedroom, it"s purely habitual, an easy journey they"ve made countless times before.
Chan"s back slams against his bedroom door with a hard smack, a sharp tingle of pain shooting down his spine, “Fuck.”
“Ow.” Surprisingly they both pull away with a groan, he had accidentally bitten Wonwoo"s tongue in his shock. He sticks his tongue out, “Am I bleeding?”
He can"t help the full-bodied laughter that slips out, at the vision of the man in front of him, looming over him with a pout, such a contradiction to the heated kisses they were sharing just seconds before, “No, you"re not. Come on, let"s get in bed before you get hurt again.”
–
“Fuck, I missed you.” Wonwoo"s words are lost in a sea of kisses and bites pressed into his thighs, Chan"s legs hooked over his shoulder and Wonwoo"s made himself comfortable between them.
“Me too,” Chan sighs out in response, anticipation building in his core as Wonwoo places a gentle kiss against his clit.
His hands habitually find purchase in Wonwoo"s hair, purple strands wrapped in pale fingers, his face buried deep against his heat, he sucks lightly with each flick of his tongue against his core. It doesn"t take long for his lips to be accompanied by the gentle prodding of his fingers, going straight in with two, giving Chan a pleasant ache, Wonwoo"s fingers longer than his own, hitting spots in him that only he ever seemed to.
It"s so filthy, Chan moans, it"s sticky and wet, but Wonwoo doesn"t stop, devouring his pussy like a man starved, like this was the last meal he"d ever eat.
“Hyung—“ He gasps out, legs shaking around Wonwoo"s neck. He tightens his hand in his hair, forcing him to move along with the movement of his hips. Choked moans leave Chan"s mouth as he rocks his hips against his fingers. Wonwoo rubs punishingly against his g-spot, his lips suctioned around his clit, and before he knows it, he"s cumming, a whine of Wonwoo"s name on his lips.
He rides out his high with slow stuttered rolls of his hips, Wonwoo pulls his mouth away, leaving apologetic kisses along his thighs, his fingers still moving slowly in and out of him before finally coming to a stop. Extracting himself from him.
Chan gets approximately 60 seconds to catch his breath, before Wonwoo"s cock is rubbing against his slick folds, He drags his cock back and forth lazily, the head occasionally bumping against his overly sensitive clit forcing gasps from his lips with each brush. He does it over and over, slow with his actions until his cock is catching on his opening and then there"s nothing slow about the way he buries himself in him with barely any warning. Stretching him out in a way that has his body trembling.
Wonwoo holds himself still buried inside Chan just for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of being home, before pulling completely out. He then pushes his cock back in impossibly faster and then just as quickly back out again, “Fuck, Missed you.” He says again with a moan into Chan"s ear, Chan"s legs habitually wrap around his waist, his arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer urging him to go faster and harder, body jolting each time his hips smack against his spread thighs.
“You feel so good baby.” He doesn"t miss the way he calls him baby, it only comes out when he"s tired or horny, and always without fail when he"s already buried in him.“Always take me so well, like you were made for me. Gonna keep you all for myself.”
Wonwoo buries his face in Chan"s neck to muffle his moans as he fucks him in earnest, quick deep strokes that has Chan throwing his head back and moaning.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Chan huffs back, hips grinding against his in time with the of thrusts his cock, his stomach already tightening with the hopes of release.
He pulls back just enough to stare down at him, he"s gonna say something it"s on the tip of his tongue, his pussy clenches around him, Chan forcibly stopping him.
“Fuck,” Chan whines out when he takes a hold of his thigh and hikes it over his shoulder, Wonwoo always a bit too obsessed with how flexible he is.
Wonwoo"s fucking into him deeper than before; he stays in place for a few breaths like he needs to physically pull himself back together before pounding into him again faster and harder. One of his hands reaching down to rub tight circles on his clit.
“You feel, fuck, so good” He hisses out, his necklace swinging in Chan"s face.
His back arches off the bed and he can feel himself clenching down on him as he moans. He"s right, it does feel good. Too good, actually.
He feels so good it"s almost overwhelming, like his skin is too tight, the room too stifling, he"s too close. He can feel the familiar sensation building in him, he"s practically on the edge now.
“Fuck, baby,” Wonwoo groans, before capturing Chan"s lips in a kiss.
Chan moan into his mouth, rolling his hips against his chasing his high. He"s so close, so close.
It"s no longer a kiss but just a shared space between the two of them, breathing in each other, eyes locked and it"s far too intimate, but he can"t bring himself to care.
Wonwoo keeps pounding into him, swinging his hips in deep thrusts. Chan"s eyes roll back at the rushing feeling of his orgasm flooding through his veins.
Wonwoo doesn"t stop, continuing to fuck him through it, “That"s it baby, cum for me,” Chan"s practically keening, legs shaking as he continues to rub his clit until it"s all too much.
He moans loudly, pussy spasming around him as Wonwoo slams in to him, shoving into him as deeply as he possibly can before cumming inside of him. A sensation that always has his eyes rolling back. An ache throbs deep inside of him, the head of Wonwoo"s cock had forced itself up as far as possible against his cervix. Chan"s body"s still shaking through the waves of his orgasm. His mouth dropped open, once again trying to catch his breath.
Wonwoo continues, rolling his hips in a slow circle, grinding deeply inside of him, not stopping until Chan"s whining, wordlessly begging for him to stop. After a moment of waiting, he pulls out and rolls off him panting.
He traps Chan against him, drapes his leg over him, and they"re suddenly a mix of blankets and limbs. They"re sweaty and gross, but yet Wonwoo places gentle kisses to Chan’s hair, and Chan responds with half-aware content noises and they"re both slowly lulled into sleep.
–
He"s not surprised in the slightest when he wakes up and Wonwoo"s gone. He"s left aching in more ways than one. However, he is a little surprised to see an unread text from him on his phone though.
JWW: [07:23] Had a schedule. See you later?