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Wonseo is having what you might call a little crisis.
Not really a crisis.
Maybe a tiny emergency. A small little issue.
It’s not a big deal!
It’s just…
Well.
He accidentally — accidentally — overheard Taehwan (jack off, jerk it, beat it, masturbate oh my god) a few nights ago and his life is ruined now.
It’s fine that Taehwan masturbates, of course! They all do it! Wonseo’s definitely been less than discreet a few urgent mornings in the shower. He’s heard Sungkook before, and is pretty sure Hyesung doesn’t need to take showers quite that long. It’s totally normal and they all do it. It’s bound to happen that people who live in this close proximity will … witness things.
What isn’t supposed to happen —
What shouldn’t happen —
It shouldn’t stay in his brain like this. He keeps staring at Taehwan’s fingers, now that he knows they touch Taehwan’s cock. If you’d asked him, before, if Taehwan jerked off, he’d have told you of course
(he’d probably have choked on his drink and made some kind of deflecting comment because why is anyone asking him about this? What makes them think he’d have an opinion about it???)
but there’s something about knowing — not just hypothetically, but in a very real, literal way — that Taehwan uses his roommate-sanctioned private time
(there’s a calendar that tells Hyesung and Taehwan when they get a few hours in the apartment alone because even if you don’t plan to engage in self care, they’re too old to live in each others’ pockets — Wonseo thinks it might be worth bringing to the other unit, but honestly can’t imagine negotiating private orgasm time with Youngjun)
to jerk off and touch himself and bring himself to what sure as hell sounded like a great orgasm. It makes Wonseo twitchy. Horny.
It’s not supposed to make him horny. It’s supposed to make him embarrassed, or grossed out, or laugh because Taehwan should be embarrassed, or at the very least it should make him feel nothing.
“You could just make sure you never go over there during his me-time,” Sungkook says, voice scratchy over the phone. “And also, you could not use up my precious phone time with your weird little Taehwan issues. At least bring me something new. This is boring.”
“I don’t have Taehwan issues,” Wonseo says, even though he knows Sungkook will—
Loud laughter blares through his phone speaker.
“I don’t!” Wonseo pulls the phone away from his ear to mute the harsh laughter. “I just haven’t hooked up with anyone in a while, so I’m just susceptible to, uh, inspiration or whatever. It’s not special. He’s not—” He cuts himself off, because that’s a lie too far even for him.
“Dumbass,” Sungkook says, but he sounds fond so it’s okay. “I guess I don’t actually see what the problem is. He jerked off, you got horny — jerk off and call it even or whatever.”
“I am not going to — what — jerk off somewhere he’s going to hear me?”
“That is not what I meant,” Sungkook says. Muffled voices shouting and laughing in the background paint a picture of chaotic phone-time in the barracks as guys try to have conversations with their loved ones without losing any manliness points. “But if you think it’ll help—”
“No!” Wonseo interrupts him before the idea can stick. He pauses, uncertain if he should confess the next bit.
“Okay, if that’s all—”
“No,” Wonseo says again, though this time it comes out like a whine instead of a command. “There’s more.”
“Mhmm,” Sungkook sounds distracted. Or bored.
“I did, you know, handle it. And it didn’t help. Now it’s just. Worse.”
“None of those words give me any information,” Sungkook says.
“I keep getting re-horny,” Wonseo admits. “Like — the day after, I kept staring at his hands. And so after, I—”
“I do not want details,” Sungkook says. “Please and thank you.”
“I ‘dealt with it’ again.”
“Eugh,” Sungkook groans into the phone, but it doesn’t deter Wonseo, who is now on a roll.
“And then a day after that, he was eating dinner and you would not believe the sounds he made.”
“Gross! Please stop talking!” Sungkook’s voice dips in volume, like he’s pulled the phone away to check the time. “Have you heard of Pavlov’s dog?”
“Obviously,” Wonseo says, because saying he hasn’t is a sure way to get another item on Sungkook’s list of ways that Wonseo has embarrassed himself.
“Look it up later. And send me snack money.”
“You aren’t at summer camp?”
“I wanna trade fancy ramen with the cool kids,” Sungkook says, like that explains it (it kind of does).
Wonseo hangs up (and deposits 20,000 won in Sungkook’s account with a 🖕emoji) and tries to pretend like the conversation was helpful.
It happened like this:
Youngjun had opened the cereal box from the wrong side when it was already open on the other side and spilled Mini Wheats and those things shatter so there’s just little bits of stringy sugary wheat all over the floor. So Wonseo needed a vacuum and whoever vacuumed last (Wonseo) forgot to charge it, so he needed to borrow Taehwan’s. He knocked on the door to the adjoining unit and no one answered, so he punched in the code and walked into their kitchen to steal the vacuum.
He heard a noise, got curious — as you would! it is a totally normal thing to hear a noise in your colleague’s room and go check it out! — and then realized what the noise was about 30 or maybe 60 or maybe 90 seconds later than he really should have.
A keening, broken whine coming from Taehwan’s door — from his lips — hitching breath coming from his lungs and a rhythmic squeaking coming from his shitty bed frame.
It made Wonseo’s teeth tingle and his cheeks burn.
So he scrambled for the vacuum, tripping over the stand and making noise much like a startled deer in a tool shed, and ran back into his unit where he vacuumed up Mini Wheats and ignored Youngjun and texted an embarrassed it was me! sorry — I’ll return the vacuum tomorrow into the groupchat after Taehwan asked if someone burgled them — and waited several hours before coincidentally getting off in the second shower he took that day.
They didn’t have to be related events (even though his orgasm had a soundtrack of Taehwan’s voice, raspy with need).
The next day was definitely related, though. Wonseo is self-aware enough to admit that.
The next morning happened this way:
When he saw Taehwan the next day, his heart stuttered and his mouth malfunctioned and he said something like ‘good coffee” instead of “good morning” but Taehwan said hi like normal (smacking Wonseo’s ass) so he said hi like normal back (offering his other butt cheek for a second smack).
Hyesung pretended to gag, like normal.
Everyone was normal.
Wonseo was the only one who was insane, because even as they were ushered into a waiting room at Music Bank, his eyes were glued to Taehwan’s fingers. It was obvious and noticeable (Hyesung literally said: what the fuck hyung) but he couldn’t stop himself because that’s the hand — well, one of them is. One of his hands is definitely the hand that he used to make himself come. It was probably the right one — Wonseo spent a few minutes trying to figure out if Taehwan was somehow left-handed, but after Wonseo watched him pick up a few objects and then — ah — sign a few album covers, he came to the conclusion that Taehwan is in fact right-handed, so it was probably the right hand! that was! wrapped around his cock!
He choked on his kimbap and accidentally made eye contact with Taehwan. He felt his face and ears heat up, so he probably turned red, which sucks. What also sucks is the way he watched Taehwan lick off the coffee that he somehow spilled on his own hand, so Wonseo had to also understand that his tongue was touching his hand that was the one that was touching his cock. An image of Wonseo’s tongue on his fingers and his cock was very difficult to dissipate (until it wasn’t: Youngjun planted himself in front of Wonseo and started talking about something they both (apparently) heard on the manager’s radio in the car that morning it was so boring it un-hornied Wonseo, if only temporarily).
He still went to bed horny, because Taehwan asked Wonseo to help him take some pictures in the stairwell and of course he did because, crisis aside, he’s a good friend, thank you very much. Except.
Except Taehwan was very sexy. Like. Excessively sexy. His eyes — he made eye contact with the camera (not Wonseo) and it looked like he was begging the person holding the camera to fuck him (except obviously he wasn’t! because Wonseo was holding the camera!). He posed on the stairs and it made his ass look insane and Wonseo almost died (literally: he forgot he’d gone up a few steps too, and took too-big a step down and his life flashed before his eyes and the thought well at least the last thing I see will be his butt floated across his brain).
That night, he had intensely vivid dreams of fucking and being fucked and lips on a sharp jaw and fingers pressing into firm muscle and a hot cock rubbing against his leg and stomach and over his lips and tongue and probably more hands than should be involved when two people are fucking, but dream-Wonseo gets to have a finger in his ass and on his tongue and rubbing at his nipples and squeezing his biceps and pulling on his hair all at once. Lucky guy.
Dream-Wonseo also doesn’t wake up humping his own pillow, seconds away from coming in his boxers and Dream-Wonseo also also doesn’t have to reckon with the knowledge that the fear-panic of waking up like this is also a turn-on nor does Dream-Wonseo have to do his own laundry. Asshole.
And then they ate dinner the next night. Wonseo cooked up some not-quite-instant noodles with some back-of-the-fridge vegetables (from the other unit, because Wonseo and Youngjun’s back-of-the-fridge vegetables were toxic) to bulk it out and give them some kind of vitamin that didn’t come out of a bottle, and Taehwan really enjoyed it. Like.
Really.
Enjoyed.
It.
It was awful (amazing). He made the same sounds as he did before (and this time, Wonseo got to see — got to witness what Taehwan’s face looks like, how his eyes close and his teeth scrape against his lip). Hyesung’s eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up into his bangs and he looked between Wonseo and Taehwan before pushing his bowl away from him and scraping his chair back from the table.
“I’m out — good luck with,” Hyesung gestured at them both, “all this.” He stepped away, leaving silence at the table, then came back to grab Youngjun by the collar and drag him out of the apartment.
“Ha ha what was that about,” Wonseo said, very convincingly.
“This is really delicious, Wonseo,” Taehwan said, like he wasn’t just moaning. “Thank you for making it.” He took another spoonful of broth and closed his eyes and pursed his lips around the spoon and Wonseo decided that he’d gone insane, because that was easier to believe than whatever was happening here.
“You’re welcome, hyung! Okay! Good night!”
“You’re not going to stay and watch me finish?” Taehwan said, eyes round and innocent
“Ha ha,” Wonseo said. “See you tomorrow.”
(He was in his own apartment and had to awkwardly pretend like he planned to go for a walk after dinner instead of admitting that Taehwan had him so flustered he forgot what unit they were in. He met Youngjun and Hyesung outside the convenience store a few blocks over and Hyesung asked if it was safe to go inside and Wonseo just nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Hyesung patted him on the shoulder and said good luck, hyung and Youngjun tilted his head and pursed his lips and said He barely knows what’s going on, doesn’t he? and Wonseo pretended to punch him instead of agreeing.)
By the time he got back, Taehwan was gone (thank god/oh no) so Wonseo slunk into his room, where there was a little sticky note on his pillow with what was obviously Taehwan’s handwriting.
Let hyung know how to return the favour
and a little <3 instead of his name
Wonseo didn’t even try to pretend like he wasn’t getting off thinking about Taehwan, this time. He pulled his cock out and got comfortable on his bed and replayed his memory of Taehwan moaning over dinner and over his own pleasure. The note crumpled in his fist as he pictured the flush on Taehwan’s cheeks pouring down his neck to his chest. He imagined the glint of mischief and power in Taehwan’s eyes as he might lower himself to his knees to wrap his lips around Wonseo’s cock, how he might wet his fingers with spit and press them into Wonseo so that the combined pleasure from his tongue and his fingers would bring Wonseo to the painful edge, and how he might pull away, eyes sparkling and teeth sharp, looking up at Wonseo from under his bobbing cock and looking more powerful than if their roles were reversed.
He called Sungkook the next night.
It’s the morning after that when he remembers what Sungkook said:
Pavlov’s dog.
He looks it up.
Then:
dance teacher: i do NOT salivate when hyung rings a bell
It takes Sungkook several hours to reply, because Wonseo forgot that he was still on limited phone time, but when 9pm rolls around, he’s in his comfiest pjs (a cute and fuzzy button-up set that feels soft on his skin) and he’s got his phone in his hand waiting for the notification from their chat.
sungkookie: lmao
sungkookie: took you long enough to look it up
sungkookie: try to think less literally, hyung
dance teacher: …
dance teacher: okay
dance teacher: i’ve been trained to find him attractive? is that what you’re saying?
sungkookie: jesus
sungkookie: i know you’re not really this dumb
dance teacher: …
dance teacher: let me live in denial a little bit longer, please
sungkookie: lol no
dance teacher: being sexy is him ringing the bell
dance teacher: and me being horny is a drooling dog
sungkookie: lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooo
dance teacher: you think he’s doing it on purpose?
sungkookie: YES
sungkookie: GOD
dance teacher: you can’t possible know this
dance teacher: you’re not even HERE
sungkookie: i could show you the no mom and dad allowed group chat
dance teacher: oh no i made myself sad
sungkookie: but that would be breaking the only rule
sungkookie: so trust me when i say that literally everyone has noticed this but you
dance teacher: :( :( :(
dance teacher: what am i supposed to DO
sungkookie: id say nut up
sungkookie: but lol
dance teacher: :(
dance teacher: be helpful please
sungkookie: idk!!!!!!!!
sungkookie: knock on his door and ask him to fuck you?
sungkookie: confess your undying love for each other??
sungkookie: tell him to stop
sungkookie: tell him NOT to stop
sungkookie: never mention it again and just get really good at jacking it?
sungkookie: pick one
sungkookie: not the last one
dance teacher: can I pick the last one
dance teacher: boo
sungkookie: you wasted another phone time
sungkookie: 40,000 won this time
dance teacher: fine
dance teacher: thank you
dance teacher: i love you
dance teacher: sleep tight
dance teacher: you’re not reading these texts anymore
dance teacher: we miss you!
dance teacher: I’ll keep you updated
Wonseo sighs as he closes the chat with Sungkook — his fingers hover over another chat
wonseo <3: ok so
wonseo <3: i have a confession to make
puppy hyung: oh?
puppy hyung: any chance I can get that confession in person?
wonseo <3: i'm not sure i’ll get through it live
wonseo <3: let me do the first part here at least
puppy hyung: cute
puppy hyung: ok :)
wonseo <3: i’m ignoring that
puppy hyung: (also cute)
wonseo <3: i overheard you getting off when I stole the vacuum
wonseo <3: i didn’t mean to listen!!!!!!
wonseo <3: but you were kinda loud
wonseo <3: uhm
wonseo <3: not that that’s bad or whatever
puppy hyung: is it good?
wonseo <3: I’m not like blaming you for it ofc
wonseo <3: ????
puppy hyung: if it’s not bad that I’m loud, is it good?
puppy hyung: I’m trying to figure out what you like
puppy hyung: and i think I have a pretty good idea of it now
puppy hyung: say yes if you like that I’m “kinda loud”
wonseo <3: ys
wonseo <3: yes
puppy hyung: I thought so
puppy hyung: you also like my mouth and my hands
puppy hyung: and my butt
puppy hyung: and my voice
wonseo <3: who doesn’t
puppy hyung: but you do
wonseo <3: if you know, then why are you asking
puppy hyung: it’s nice to hear it from you
wonseo <3: I like your butt
wonseo <3: and everything else
puppy hyung: thank you 🤭
puppy hyung: have you enjoyed my little treats, then?
puppy hyung: based on how annoyed sungkookie is
puppy hyung: i think yes
puppy hyung: say yes if you enjoyed them
wonseo <3: Yeh
wonseo <3: yes
puppy hyung: you should come over
wonseo <3: give me a few minutes
puppy hyung: nooo
puppy hyung: come now
wonseo <3: I can’t leave the room like this!!
puppy hyung: the kids are watching a movie in Youngjun’s room
puppy hyung: if you’re worried about them knowing
puppy hyung: first of all: they know
wonseo <3: why do they knoww
puppy hyung: but more importantly: you’re safer over here
puppy hyung: it was hyesung’s idea! sort of. he told me to stop torturing you
wonseo <3: to stop pavlov’s dogging me
puppy hyung: ????
wonseo <3: sungook said you’ve been pavlov’s dogging me
puppy hyung: I have nOT
wonseo <3: I looked it up and it seems pretty accurate
puppy hyung: you’re supposed to use a neutral stimulus for behavioural conditioning
puppy hyung: and I have been working very hard to avoid neutral stimuli
puppy hyung: do the stimuli feel neutral?
wonseo <3: yes
wonseo <3: I mean no
wonseo <3: god dammit you trained me to say yes
wonseo <3: stop saying stimuli
puppy hyung: just come over
wonseo <3: no I’m mad you trained me
puppy hyung: 😔
puppy hyung: I didn’t mean to!
puppy hyung: it was just fun to tease you
puppy hyung: I didn’t really expect you to react that way
puppy hyung: tbh I the opposite of expected you to react that way
puppy hyung: I kind of figured you’d never see me that way
puppy hyung: so making you blush felt like a little consolation prize
puppy hyung: and then I got carried away
puppy hyung: I’m sorry
puppy hyung: please just come over
puppy hyung: we’ll talk about it and sort it out
puppy hyung: we’ll be fine, right?
(Wonseo leaves as soon as Taehwan sends the 😔, so he doesn’t read the messages until tomorrow, when he grabs for his phone to stop the awful alarm and almost falls out of bed because he’s on the wrong side? somehow? but there’s a leg splayed over his hips keeping him still. He manages to extend his arm and fingers just enough to slide his phone close enough to grab, and he reads Taehwan’s messages as Taehwan snuffles hot little breaths against his neck. He curls his body into Taehwan’s after he reads the last messages and tucks his leg in between Taehwan’s legs, his arms around his waist, his nose into the space between his neck and his shoulder that smells like lavender and honey from his shampoo (honey) and body wash (lavender). When Taehwan wakes up, Wonseo will lock his arms to keep him still and squeeze him until he complains, but he’ll know that Wonseo is here, so it’s worth the consequences of annoying him.)
Wonseo lets himself into the other unit and walks — confidently! purposefully! not scared shitlessly! — to Taehwan’s room. He takes a breath.
What is he doing?
He pauses before his fist makes contact with the door and considers:
- They flirt all the time, but it’s for work.
- Everyone calls them a married couple, but it’s a joke that’s only funny because it could never come true.
- He’s never been attracted to Taehwan before.
He shouldn’t do this.
He takes another breath
- The first time they flirted, it wasn’t for work; it was when Wonseo was their teacher and learned that this hot trainee was a year older than him and their tentative, growing flirtations were some of the few things Wonseo looked forward to in those days.
- The joke hasn’t been funny to Wonseo for a while. It’s his job to make the joke, but it kind of sucks every time people laugh at it, like it would be so insane that Taehwan wanted to spend his life with Wonseo? Like Wonseo couldn’t be there for Taehwan in every way a husband should be? Like Wonseo wouldn’t give up everything to keep Taehwan happy?
- He’s never acted on his attraction to Taehwan before. They flirted but it never went anywhere when they were the teacher and the trainee and then suddenly they weren’t teacher and trainee, they were the leader and the new guy who hadn’t earned his spot the way the others had and then they were struggling and Wonseo forgot that there was a time when he looked at Taehwan and thought oh I want to kiss him. Or, maybe more accurately, he forgot that it was possible to look at Taehwan and not think oh, I want to kiss him because that’s just his base state.
He knocks on the door.
“Wonseo?” Taehwan’s voice is shaky.
“Yeah,” Wonseo says, hand on the doorknob. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
When the door opens, Taehwan is sitting up in bed, cross-legged over the blanket and posture too-straight. His phone is in both hands, in his lap, like he was staring at the message thread. His bottom lip is red like it gets when he bites it nervously. He’s wearing a ratty old shirt that looks like -- is definitely -- the shirt Wonseo has been looking for the last few weeks and ahjumma pants he half-bought on a joke but hasn't stopped wearing. He’s unbearably handsome.
“I’m here,” Wonseo says.
Taehwan nods. He looks scared.
“Tell me what to do,” Wonseo says, because — because — “I’ll do whatever you ask.”
Taehwan’s eyes widen. Wonseo surprised him, which panics Wonseo, because he thought he knew what they were doing but why is Taehwan surprised that he’s here and willing and waiting to be told what to do? “Be honest.”
Wonseo nods.
“Do you want me?” Taehwan puts his phone down, but doesn’t otherwise relax. He’s tense, holding himself still like he does when he’s being judged, when he’s terrified of being found wanting.
Wonseo nods. As terrified as he is about the consequences of telling the truth, the consequence of lying is making Taehwan believe that he’s unwanted.
“Say it.” Taehwan doesn’t look scared anymore.
The same thrill that sped its way through Wonseo’s body when Taehwan told him to say yes rushes through his core. He’d never complain about Taehwan telling him what to do, because Taehwan has always made the right calls, never asked Wonseo to do something that he wasn’t also willing to do (and probably already doing in those secret extra hours he must have outside of the normal 24-hour day) and Wonseo has always trusted Taehwan to ask him to do something that he both should do and would be good at doing.
He can’t see any difference now.
“I want you.”
“Then you should kiss me,” Taehwan says.
His voice is steadier, now. Unfair, because Wonseo’s voice is not. He barely got the words out, voice cracking on the syllables. Taehwan’s face is red, flushed, like it would be hot to the touch and like it might burn Wonseo to kiss him.
He manages not to trip on his way to the bed, but kneeling on it to reach Taehwan seated in the middle of the mattress unbalances him too much, so he half-stumbles into Taehwan instead of gracefully leaning into him. That tracks.
Taehwan laughs, muffled under Wonseo’s shoulder, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. He pushes himself up onto his arms to see Taehwan’s face beaming up at him.
“Clumsy,” Taehwan says. His smile is wide and Wonseo thinks he could probably count his teeth. He goes cross-eyed half-trying, but then Taehwan’s hands are in his hair pulling him down to kissing-level and Wonseo can’t think of any reason not to oblige. There’s an instinct to pull back, to make a face at the skinship, but that’s an instinct that he doesn’t need in this room where Taehwan’s throat produces a moan that Wonseo can feel on his tongue and no, that’s not a neutral stimulus.
Wonseo licks at Taehwan’s lips, pushing his tongue between them to press against Taehwan’s tongue, the back of his teeth, the roof of his mouth. He tastes Taehwan’s mouth and hears himself moan, feels his body push into Taehwan’s, where Taehwan’s thigh has made itself a lovely surface. Their legs are intertwined, so Wonseo pushes his cock against Taehwan’s thigh, which pushes his thigh against Taehwan’s cock and it makes Taehwan’s fingers clench in his hair. He tugs, directing Wonseo to the side, so he follows the instruction: he nips at Taehwan’s jaw and wets a path to his neck, where he breathes in the smell of Taehwan’s shampoo. One of Taehwan’s hands gets to Wonseo’s waist, then slides over his ass to squeeze and rub over his pants.
“I can’t believe you look hot like this,” Taehwan grumbles the words into Wonseo’s ear, where he’s nibbling at the lobe and scraping his teeth at the sensitive skin just underneath. His hands slide up Wonseo’s waist, pushing the shirt up and up until Wonseo gets the hint, “In these stupid pajamas.”
Wonseo unbuttons the shirt just enough to shimmy out of it and drop it on the floor.
“I’m sorry?” Wonseo immediately forgets what Taehwan said, because Taehwan’s fingers (the fingers he used to touch his cock and get himself off! Those ones are now touching Wonseo’s skin?!) are pushing under the increasingly loose elastic of his sleep pants (he’s not ready to get a new pair) where Wonseo is not wearing any underwear because he likes the feel of the soft fabric against all of his skin, thank you very much.
Taehwan doesn’t reply, because he’s too busy pushing down on Wonseo’s hips to press their bodies together.
Wonseo uses Taehwan’s distraction to kiss him again, pulling Taehwan's lower lip into his mouth and scraping his teeth over the flesh. As Taehwan presses their bodies together, he wants more. Wonseo tucks an arm under Taehwan’s shoulders and tilts them to the side. He shuffles on the bed until he’s on his back and can use his arms that are no longer holding up his own body to encourage Taehwan to lift up off the bed and onto Wonseo’s body. When Taehwan settles, he’s sitting on Wonseo’s hips, ass against Wonseo’s cock and Wonseo can see the way his chest is heaving for air.
Taehwan grinning above him feels right. Taehwan grinding into his cock also feels right.
He fumbles at the strings on Taehwan’s pants, but only manages to tighten the knot more. He whines and can’t even find the shame to be embarrassed about whining because he’s much more embarrassed by the fact that he cannot untie these pants. Taehwan knocks his hands away and struggles with the knot for a few seconds, then huffs impatiently.
“You locked me into my favourite pants,” Taehwan says. He looks behind him, then makes a pleased noise. He gets off of Wonseo’s lap, though, which isn’t something to be happy about, so Wonseo lets out a sad little whimper. He’s not ashamed to pout. It’s amazing how quickly he got used to having Taehwan’s body on his, how quickly his own body adjusted to the feeling of having Taehwan pressed against him, how quickly the feeling of not having that feels wrong.
Taehwan grabs a pair of scissors from a drawer in his desk and cuts the strings holding his pants up. As he walks back to the bed (scissors safely stowed, thank god) he lifts his -- Wonseo's -- shirt, exposing his stomach and chest until it's off. He pushes his pants down and steps out of them and Wonseo realizes that he’s never going to be able to watch Taehwan do anything ever again, because he does everything with this same exact look of intense determination and now instead of making Wonseo think about how hard Taehwan worked to get them here, it will simply make Wonseo think about how hard Taehwan is right now as he stalks back towards Wonseo and settles himself back on Wonseo’s lap, cock out and in his fist.
“You too,” he breathes, tilting his head back so that Wonseo looks at his body, his neck, his jaw. Wonseo lifts a hand to Taehwan’s face, needs his fingers on Taehwan’s jaw, his thumb on Taehwan’s chin, pulling his face back down so that Taehwan looks at him as he opens his mouth and waits for Wonseo to push his thumb past his lips. His teeth press against the knuckle as his tongue wets the pad. Wonseo uses his other hand to pull his cock out of his pants and he hopes that he never comes. If neither of them come, if instead they touch and kiss and hold each other, they can stay exactly like this. Except that Taehwan sucks on Wonseo’s thumb and it makes Wonseo’s cock twitch in his fist, makes his cock drool (and he does, in fact, salivate), because he imagined what it would feel like to have Taehwan’s mouth and thought that was perfect and even though he imagined it pretty damn accurately — the mischief in Taehwan’s eyes, the heat of his mouth, the teasing tongue and dangerous teeth — it was nothing like reality.
Taehwan closes his eyes, like he wants to focus on the feeling of Wonseo’s thumb in his mouth and his own hands — hands!! he uses both of them, oh god — around his cock. One hand squeezes at his base, plays with his balls, and the other teases the head and strokes the shaft and it’s so indulgent. It’s so very Taehwan. Why use one hand when you could use two?
Wonseo comes when Taehwan lets out a particularly reedy whine that makes the bones in Wonseo’s hand reverberate with the sound (or maybe it just feels that way because the whine is accompanied by a sharp increase in pressure of teeth on the knuckle of Wonseo’s thumb and it hurts but it’s perfect) but it kind of doesn’t matter that he comes, because he’s still riding the high of watching Taehwan get himself off. He feels his orgasm, feels his body fade into looseness, but it doesn’t feel like he’s done. He can feel the need, the urge, the demand from Taehwan’s body. He moves his hand to Taehwan’s thigh and squeezes, thumb slipping on the come that he’s accidentally spreading over Taehwan’s pale skin. A happy accident, but one he’ll try to repeat next time. He squeezes the muscle, pressing fingers into flesh and is rewarded with a muffled Fuck, Wonseo over and around his thumb, so he keeps pressing, massaging the muscle as Taehwan squeezes his eyes shut and opens his mouth, slack. Wonseo moves his thumb to Taehwan’s lip, swiping spit over the red skin as Taehwan pants his name and spatters come over his stomach.
He breathes loud and heavy like he does after an intense performance and that’s another thing that has now been ruined for Wonseo forever.
“How the hell am I going to go on stage with you, now?” Wonseo whispers, as it settles into his bones that he’s going to be hit by a wave of horny sense-memory every time they dance together.
Taehwan’s eyes shoot open and he freezes into the smile that makes Wonseo sad, because it means that Taehwan is panicking. It's confusing, but then Wonseo hears his words back.
“Oh my god I meant without getting fucking turned on. I didn’t mean—” Wonseo can’t even say it. “Fuck, oh my god.” He scrambles up so he can wrap his arms around Taehwan’s waist and press his face into his sternum.
“Holy shit,” Taehwan says. “I’m gonna pass out.”
“I’m sorry hyung,” Wonseo pouts into his chest.
“That’s literally one of my actual nightmares,” Taehwan says, but he’s petting Wonseo’s hair, so Wonseo figures he’s forgiven.
“Noo,” Wonseo squeezes Taehwan tighter. “Don’t say that.”
Taehwan laughs, pushing Wonseo away so he’s lying on the bed again. “Okay. Big baby.” He leans down to grab his (Wonseo's) shirt and uses that to clean them both off.
Wonseo pouts again. “I love that shirt,” he says.
“Well, it's mine now. And whenever you see me wear it, you’ll remember what it feels like to make me come,” Taehwan says with a vaguely distracted tone, like he’s reading out the menu options for lunch. His grin, poorly hidden, is proof that he thinks he’s very funny, however.
“Oh good,” Wonseo says, “because I definitely am in danger of forgetting any second of what happened in the last—,” he fumbles for his phone in his pocket, then realizes it fell out and onto the floor in the process of the last — “thirty minutes.” He stretches to place the phone on Taehwan’s side-table. When he looks back at Taehwan, he catches an intensely fond gaze, one that he’d have tried to ignore in the past, or deflect with an obviously cheesy wink to lean into the joke of their relationship. He’ll probably have to keep doing that outside, or people will get suspicious. But for now, he can return it. It makes Taehwan blush, which makes Wonseo feel more fond, more delighted, more happy.
“Hyung,” he says.
“Wonseo,” Taehwan says.
They stare at each other.
“I’m sleepy,” Wonseo chickens out.
“Okay,” Taehwan smiles, then yawns. “Me too.”
Wonseo pouts.
“Do you want to sleep here?”
Wonseo grins, then scrambles under the covers and lifts his arm so that Taehwan will rest his head on Wonseo’s chest, which he does. Wonseo wiggles with pleasure instead of laughing out loud.
Taehwan pinches his side. “Stay still.”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Stay?” Taehwan says, sliding his hand over Wonseo’s stomach and up his chest.
Wonseo lays his hand on top of Taehwan’s. He kisses the crown of his head and breathes in the honey scent. The only way he’ll ever want to leave is if Taehwan tells him to.
“Yes, hyung.”
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