Archive of Our Own

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Hoseok’s totally not been avoiding Hyunwoo for the past couple of days. He’s just been incredibly busy, he tells himself and Hyunwoo over text whenever the other asks if he can come over to the hospital to see him, or drop by at his apartment later, if Hoseok isn’t too tired.

He feels terrible about it, but he still isn’t ready to face Hyunwoo and his own conflicting feelings for that matter.

After his conversation with Hyungwon - which was more like a scolding, really -, he had gone home and hidden in his apartment for the rest of the day; though still making sure to ask for updates on Jooheon’s health. Both Hyungwon and Kihyun kept him on loop with everything, and it was with relief that, the next morning, Hoseok arrived for his shift and saw that Jooheon had already been sent home to recuperate there.

Luckily, Hyunwoo and Minhyuk had picked him up an hour before Hoseok got to the hospital so he had avoided bumping into them.

Hoseok knows he can’t keep this up for much longer though. He’s not only acting childish, but he really misses Hyunwoo. And in all honest, he knows that’s pretty much the answer to his doubts, if there’s any left, that he wants to be with the other man.

He’s waiting in line in the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, when someone comes up behind him, resting a chin on his cheek. Hoseok’s caught by surprise, body tensing, but quickly relaxes once he sees it’s only Changkyun, Kihyun’s boyfriend, and his habit of clinging to anyone and anything that moves.

“Hey, Kyunie. What are you doing here in the middle of the afternoon?” Hoseok asks, ruffling the younger man’s fluffy brown hair.

“I came to see Kihyun, but he’s in surgery right now,” Changkyun pouts cutely, hooking his arm with Hoseok’s, and grinning, “What are you doing?”

“Getting some coffee so I can survive the next 5 hours at the emergency room.”

“Why is everyone so busy all the time? No one has time for me, not even my boyfriend. It’s hard dating a nurse.” Changkyun sighs, leaning more against Hoseok, practically nuzzling him.

“Did you try Hyungwon? I think his shift is almost over.” Hoseok suggests, and Changkyun instantly brightens up, jumping a little in place while still attached to Hoseok.

“You’re the best, hyung!” Changkyun plants a wet kiss on Hoseok’s cheek before walking away and disappearing through the cafeteria doors.

Hoseok shakes his head amusedly, then proceeds to order his coffee. While waiting, his eyes wander around the busy room, full of interns and nurses and other hospital personal, all chattering and eating and drinking, but his heart actually jumps as his eyes catch a familiar pair of eyes looking back at him.

Hyunwoo is standing by the door, hands in his pockets, staring at Hoseok like he is the only person in the room.

“Your coffee, sir,” the lady behind the counter says, and Hoseok barely hears, until she impatiently calls for him again.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, sending her an apologetic look then takes the cup of coffee. He takes a few steps towards Hyunwoo, who’s still just standing there waiting for him, but before he can come close enough, he stops.

Do I really wanna do this?Hoseok asks himself, but the question sounds wrong, even in his head.

Am I ready to do this? seems like the question he should be asking himself, because there’s no doubt he wants Hyunwoo in his life, Hoseok’s just a little scared of how much he wants that.

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok starts walking again until he’s standing in front of Hyunwoo. Then he notices the bruise on his left cheek, and his hand automatically flies to the other man’s face, his fingers stopping just short of touching it.

“What happened?” Hoseok asks, concerned, as he examines the bruise. It doesn’t look very recent, maybe a day or two old, he realizes with a pang of guilt. He should’ve been there to take care of Hyunwoo like he took care of him when Hoseok was sick, but he had been too busy dealing with his own bullshit.

“It was nothing. I deserved it,” Hyunwoo answers.

“I doubt that,” Hoseok frowns then lets his hand fall by his side, since he can’t bring himself to touch Hyunwoo right now.

“I missed you,” Hyunwoo says, taking Hoseok’s hand. His hand is only slightly larger than Hoseok’s but when Hyunwoo intertwines their fingers, it feels like they’re a perfect fit.
Hoseok suddenly feels like crying, but he reins it in, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his co-workers.

“Missed you too,” he says, quietly, without looking at Hyunwoo.

“Can we talk?”

Hyunwoo squeezes his hand lightly.

“Not right now. I have to go back to work, but I get out at eight.”

“I’ll be here.”

Another squeeze. Hoseok fights the urge to throw his arms around Hyunwoo; ask him not to leave.

“Alright,” Hoseok says, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He risks a quick look at Hyunwoo’s face and what he sees there can’t be mistaken for anything but insecurity. It’s the first time he sees Hyunwoo look that vulnerable and uncertain.

“See you later, then,” Hyunwoo says, letting go of Hoseok’s hand.

Once he’s out of the cafeteria, Hoseok goes through the set of double doors as well, heading to the emergency room. He barely notices his shaking hands, until he brings the paper cup to his lips for a sip. The coffee tastes terrible, but it serves to calm him down a bit.

The next five hours pass quickly, with Hoseok having to keep an eye on patients and admitting new ones. They’re short on staff today, since a few people have called in sick which is pretty normal this time of the year, so Hoseok is doing the work of three and that helps him keep his anxiety at bay.

When it’s finally time for him to go, he makes sure he wrote everything down for the next nurse who’ll pick up his shift before he goes change. He’s been so busy he almost forgets that Hyunwoo would be waiting for him, but as soon as his focus isn’t on keeping people alive, his thoughts race back to the other man.

He is in the middle of changing when his phone vibrates inside his bag. He only notices it because he’s getting it out of the locker to find his clean pair of socks. It’s Hyunwoo telling him he’s outside.

Hoseok finishes changing quickly, pulling on a thick, cream-colored sweater his mother gave him for his birthday, grabbing his bag, coat and scarf and heads out. He pulls on his coat and wraps the scarf around his neck, because it’s actually freezing outside and not even him can compete with such low temperatures.

Hyunwoo is waiting for him just outside the hospital’s entrance, but he isn’t alone. Changkyun and Hyungwon are with him and they seem to be chatting animatedly. Hoseok approaches them with slow steps, observing how familiar the scene looks even if it’s the very first time he’s seen his friends around Hyunwoo. They look at ease, like they’re catching up with a close friend. Hoseok smiles to himself, covering his lips behind a fold of his scarf, both to hide his grin and to protect him from the chilly air blowing outside.

“Hi, guys,” Hoseok comes up behind Hyungwon just to scare him, but he doesn’t succeed. Hyungwon merely sends him a bored look, then with a hand on his arm, drags him forward to stand between him and Hyunwoo.

“Why are you all wrapped up like a Christmas present?” Hyungwon asks, giving Hoseok’s scarf a little tug.

“I’m cold,” Hoseok answers, distancing himself from Hyungwon and ending up bumping into Hyunwoo’s arm.

“You? Cold? Mr. I-am-fine-with-just-a-tshirt-unlike-you-whiny-sensitive-babies is cold?” Hyungwon scoffs.

“I never said that!” Hoseok protests, his voice coming a few octaves higher than he meant to.

“Stop teasing him,” Changkyun tells Hyungwon, poking the taller’s ribs.

“I’m allowed to tease him,” Hyungwon deadpans, before turning to Hyunwoo, “So you were saying about Jooheon?”

“Oh, right,” Hyunwoo clears his throat, before answering Hyungwon, “He is doing fine, really. Minhyuk is with him practically all the time, so he’s well taken care of.”

“That’s great! Honestly, all he needs is a lot of rest.” Hyungwon says, nodding.

“He’s getting plenty of it, specially with Minhyuk around. I would be surprised if he lifts a finger at all. Minhyuk probably feeds him by hand.”

They all laugh at that, because honestly, it’s probably true.

“Anyways, we gotta go. We’re gonna cook a surprise dinner for Kihyun, and he gets off in about two hours so we gotta hurry up,” Hyungwon says, and Changkyun agrees, nodding enthusiastically.

“Are you sure that is a good idea? I mean, neither of you can cook,” Hoseok points out.

“I’ve been taking online cooking classes!” Changkyun announces proudly.

“And I never screwed up when making ramen so that’s gotta be good enough, right?” Hyungwon says, with a shrug.

“Right…” Hoseok narrows his eyes in disbelief, but decides not to contradict the both of them.

“Well, we are leaving now. Bye, have a nice date,” Hyungwon says, before walking in the direction of the parking lot with Changkyun following right behind him.

Hoseok feels himself blush at the word date but, thankfully, Hyunwoo isn’t looking at him and he can always blame it on the cold.

“Kihyun is lucky his apartment is ensured and it has fire alarms,” Hoseok says a bit awkwardly just so they don’t have to stand there next to each other in total silence.

Hyunwoo chuckles, then asks, “Do you wanna go somewhere with me?”

“Yes,” Hoseok answers, without hesitating.

It doesn’t even crosses his mind to question where the other is taking him.

During the ride, Hoseok can’t help but revel in the closeness of their bodies and the familiarity of it. He doesn’t mind the cold wind nearly as much as he should, even if it’s pretty fucking cold and even the three layers of clothes he’s wearing don’t do much when they’re racing through the streets, going faster than Hoseok ever remembers they have before.

The cars, street lights and signs are only a blur to Hoseok and at some point he gives up on trying to really see anything, or to figure out where it’s their destination, and closes his eyes.

His arms around Hyunwoo’s waist tighten, and Hoseok remembers Hyunwoo’s previous warning, that first night they went out, not to not fall asleep. But the cold and the speed they’re going at are enough to keep him alert.

A while later, Hoseok hears the the familiar sound of the engine dying down, and feels Hyunwoo’s body shift against his. They’ve stopped and Hoseok’s pretty sure he dozed off for a few minutes there.

“Are we here?” Hoseok asks, taking his helmet off and rubbing his eyes.

“Did you fall asleep?” Hyunwoo’s standing next to him, staring at Hoseok with an amused face.

“No!” Hoseok exclaims in a way that incriminates him further, but he realizes it too late.

Trying to diverge, he turns his attention to the building in front of them. It’s a run-down, two-storey building with exposed brick walls and floor to ceiling windows.

“What’s this place?” he asks, watching as Hyunwoo walks up to a metal door and proceeds to work on its various locks.

Hoseok takes a few steps towards where the other stands as well, still taking a look around at the surroundings. The street it a narrow one, with just a couple of flickering light posts at both ends, but the spot where they’re standing is quite dark. Hoseok can barely see if they’re at a residential area or not, but judging from the lack of lights coming from windows and no passerbys he would say they’re one at the developing parts of town.

“It’s my place,” Hyunwoo says, once he’s done opening the door. He steps in and motions for Hoseok to do the same.

It’s dark inside, but he hears the sound of the door clicking shut, and a few seconds later, a single light bulb flickers to life, allowing Hoseok to see they’re standing directly by the foot of a metal spiral staircase.

“Do you live here?” Hoseok glances up trying to see something beyond the staircase, but it’s too dark.

“I’m still fixing it up, but yes,” Hyunwoo answers, walking past Hoseok and starting up the stairs. Hoseok follows him, even though he’s slightly creeped out by the place, and even more by the fact that Hyunwoo lives here.

“Is there a particular reason you’re living in an abandoned factory building in the outskirts of town?”

“Rather than financial reasons? Yes. I like it,” Hyunwoo states and Hoseok can’t help but smile at his candid answer.

There’s another door at the top of the stairs, but this time is a regular wooden door painted white. This one has only one lock, that Hyunwoo opens easily and then he’s inviting Hoseok to come in, holding the door open for him.

As soon as he steps through the door, a whole set of lights turns on and Hoseok finds himself in a huge loft. The place looks both modern and cozy. Like the outside of the building, the walls are also bare, but the bricks look brand-new.

The furniture is minimal, the colors all varying between black, white or grey. And as Hoseok makes his way in, taking his coat and scarf off, he drapes them on a black, leather chair. Hyunwoo seems to really like leather, and he wonders if it’s a biker thing.

There’s another spiral stairway that leads to the upper floor, Hoseok guesses and a small kitchen on the opposite wall facing the windows.

The place has a lot of personality, and Hoseok can’t help but walk around, inspecting it in slight awe. He’s been living in his tiny apartment for years now, and never even thought about moving, since he spent most of his days at work. But now, seeing how nice Hyunwoo’s place is, he finds himself entertaining the idea of getting a bigger apartment, decorating it the way to his taste and calling it really his.

“S, how do you like it?”

Hoseok turns to Hyunwoo, who’s still standing by the door with folded arms, apparently watching him.

“It’s amazing!” Hoseok answers, sincerely, coming to stand by the impressive windows that reach the ceiling. He can barely see outside, due to the reflection of the lights and how dark it is outside in contrast, but he can only imagine how amazing it must look in the first light of the day.

“You can’t find this kind of space in town. A lot of people are doing the same thing as me, these days.” Hyunwoo says, leaving his shoes by the door next to Hoseok’s and walking towards him.

“I can see why,” Hoseok nods in understanding, then adds, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Hyunwoo shrugs, shaking his head briefly, “It was long overdue. I wanted to bring you here on our first date, but I thought it might scare you away.”

“Mmm, yes, it was probably a good idea. I would’ve thought you had brought me to an abandoned building to kill me and steal my organs,” Hoseok says, jokingly.

Hyunwoo huffs out a laugh that slowly turns into a smile, before he replies, “I meant that you’d think we were going too fast. But I didn’t miss the look on your face when I turned that light on and you saw the staircase.”

“Hey, I’ve seen my fair share of horror movies to know 9 out of 10 times, walking into a place like this one means certain death to the attractive male lead.”

“I’m assuming you’re referring to yourself.” Hyunwoo snickers, looking amused by Hoseok’s rambling.

“Huh… Yeah!? Who else would I be referring to? In this scenario you’re the bad guy, luring me in with promises of romance, only to rip my chest open, take my heart and keep it as a souvenir.”

Hoseok glances at Hyunwoo and notices the other is staring at him confusedly. “Are you trying to tell me something? Is this a metaphor?” the other asks.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe?” Confusion takes ahold of him, once he realizes yes, that had been his weird way of telling Hyunwoo about how he’s feeling. It hadn’t been a conscious thing, and now Hoseok feels a little embarrassed by it.

“Did I do something wrong? Is that why you’ve been ignoring me for the past few days?” Hyunwoo asks, eyes landing somewhere on the floor, like he’s avoiding looking at Hoseok and seeing something that’ll confirm his suspicions.

Hoseok takes a deep breath, walking towards the couch and taking a seat. Hyunwoo follows him probably sensing Hoseok’s apprehensive state. Yes, Hoseok is buying time, but he is also trying to figure out how to start this conversation.

Thankfully, Hyunwoo, - after sitting next to him at a considerable distance as to not intrude o Hoseok’s personal space - doesn’t press further. Instead, he waits patiently until Hoseok is ready.

“I wasn’t avoiding you because of something you did. I needed time to think about some things. Put my thoughts in order, you know?” Hoseok starts, running a hand through his hair, then adjusting his bangs to fall messily over his eyes.

He desperately needs a haircut.

The thought flashes through his mind, reminding him of how Hyunwoo had pushed back his bangs in the gentlest way once. Strangely, it seems like it has been a long time ago, but it had been only last week.

Suddenly hating the distance between them, Hoseok scoots closer to Hyunwoo, until their thighs are touching.

“I hated being away from you, avoiding you, but I needed time. I realized i was projecting all these expectations of mine on you, and then something snapped the day Jooheon was sent to the hospital. I realized I had been scared of how fast things were happening between us, and I had been trying to justify it by painting this picture of you being this perfect being without any flaws. When I finally understood, I panicked and ran.”

All this is said in one breath, like once Hoseok got one word out he couldn’t stop the stream of words that followed. And somehow, it makes him feel something akin to relief, even if whatever Hyunwoo’s gonna say next is a complete mystery to him.

“I’m sorry I scared you the other day. I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m usually very protective of the people close to me, and in this particular situation… Well, it’s complicated.” Hyunwoo lets out a heavy sigh, and Hoseok notices he is fumbling with the hem of his white button down, like he is nervous, “I hope you’ll forgive me for the way I acted.”

“Believe me, I understand why you got upset. I would probably freak out if one of my friends got hurt and was rushed to the hospital as well. I was freaked out when you told us what happened, even if I don’t know Jooheon for long, but when you grabbed that knife, I…” Hoseok shudders, incapable of continuing talking about that morning. He’d gone back to it again and again the past couple of days and each time he kept imagining what would have happened if he hadn't been able to stop Hyunwoo. Each possible outcome his mind came up with was worse than the other, more terrifying.

Suddenly, Hoseok feels an arm being draped around his shoulder, and he notices he’s shaking slightly. He wills himself to calm down, taking a few deep breaths, and after a few minutes it seems to work.

It’s always been hard for Hoseok to talk about the way he feels, at least in literal, comprehensive terms, but he tells himself he’s doing fine. He also can’t help but be thankful for Hyunwoo’s patience right now. The other man has been nothing but kind to him and he’d acted really stupidly by ignoring him; not even giving him an explanation for so long.

After what seems like a long while, Hyunwoo speaks again, his voice quiet but clear, “I kept wondering if it had something to do with my behavior. You avoiding me, I mean. That’s why I didn’t keep calling and texting you after those first few times. I figured you needed some time. Even if I really just felt like bursting into your apartment and making you talk to me and apologizing.”

Hoseok turns his head slightly to look at Hyunwoo, his eyes considerably wide in surprise, “You… Really? Ugh, You’re so frustratingly perfect, I hate you,” he groans, hiding his face in his hands in frustration. Then he mumbles into his hand, “I can’t even be mad at you for too long, Son Hyunwoo!”

An amused chuckle follows Hoseok’s words as Hyunwoo’s ruffles his hair.

“I’m not perfect, Hoseok,” Hyunwoo says, fingers still entangled in Hoseok’s hair. “But I’m glad you’re not mad at me anymore. I’m truly sorry I acted like that.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just… Start over again. I’m aware now that I need to keep my stupid misconceptions and expectations in check and I want us to… you know, try.” Why are words so difficult to work with? He is no longer hiding behind his hands but he can’t really look Hyunwoo in the eye either.

Hyunwoo hums as if he’s pondering what to say next, then he asks, “Want us to try what?”

Hoseok huffs in annoyance. Typical of Hyunwoo to make him say what he is thinking of even he clearly knows what Hoseok means.

“Try… being in a relationship,” Hoseok answers, begrudgingly. He positively wants to die right now.

“I was convinced we were being quite successful at it, but I guess I was wrong,” Hyunwoo says, his tone obviously playful even if he stops playing with Hoseok’s hair in favor of crossing his arms over his chest and trying to pout.

“Stop it!” Hoseok laughs, reaching with his hand to cover Hyunwoo’s mouth. “That does not look cute on you!”

He sees Hyunwoo’s eyes narrow before something wet - Hyunwoo’s tongue -, gives the palm of his hand a slick, long lick.

“Oh my god! What the fuck? Gross!” Hoseok squeaks, retreating his hand, wiping it on his jeans frantically.

“You asked for it,” Hyunwoo says, while laughing at Hoseok’s disgusted face.

“I just needed you to stop pouting. It’ll give me nightmares!”

“You could have tried a more effective way.”

Hoseok shoots him a confused look, but Hyunwoo suddenly smirks, leaning forward while a hand comes to rest on Hoseok’s nape to bring their faces closer. Close enough for their noses to almost touch; lips only a breath apart.

“You could’ve done this,” Hyunwoo says, voice barely above a whisper.

Hoseok’s gaze lands on the other’s lips just for a split second before Hyunwoo’s lips are descending upon his.

The fact that this isn’t the first, nor the second time they’ve done this does nothing to stop Hoseok’s pulse from quickening when he fees Hyunwoo’s hand move down his back to trace along his spine.

The kiss is slow; nothing like the feverish make-out in Hoseok’s apartment.

Hyunwoo takes his time on Hoseok’s lips, nibbling and sucking playfully; sometimes breaking the kiss altogether to give Hoseok’s lips little kittenish licks that cause Hoseok’s grip on the other’s shoulders to tighten enough to probably live marks. He can feel Hyunwoo’s muscles through the fabric of his shirt, and he wants nothing more than get rid of it.

“S-stop teasing me,” Hoseok mumbles against Hyunwoo’s lips.

The latter pulls back, and Hoseok can see the smirk on his face. He immediately grabs the other man by his shirt and clashes their lips together again, this time grazing his teeth quite forcefully against Hyunwoo’s bottom lip.

Then he bites on it. Hard.

There’s a low sound, almost like a growl, that escapes Hyunwoo’s throat, and suddenly, Hoseok finds himself maneuvered onto the other man’s lap; fingers digging into Hoseok’s hips to keep him in place.

“This is giving me flashbacks,” says Hyunwoo, one corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk.

Hoseok can’t stop staring at Hyunwoo’s swollen lips. Specially the lower lip he’s just bit down on. They look so red and inviting, Hoseok wonders why they stopped kissing in the first place.

“I don’t have a fever this time,” Hoseok says, voice coming out a little huskier than he expected.

“You sure?” Hyunwoo teases, placing a hand on Hoseok’s forehead, drawing his brows together and faking a concerned look. “You don’t feel hot, although you look pretty hot.”

Hoseok snorts at the corny comment, slapping Hyunwoo’s arm playfully, and drawing a laugh out of the latter.

This silly side of Hyunwoo is new to him, but he’s gotta admit he loves it. It adds another layer to the otherwise ever-so-cool and confident man, and it pleases Hoseok to realize they’re both showing each other’s different sides of themselves.

Yes, it’s kind of a weird moment to have this type of realization when he’s sitting on the other’s laps after fiercely making out, but Hoseok’s brain never has good timing, anyway.

Clearing his throat, Hoseok slides off Hyunwoo’s lap to the couch, not as gracefully as he means to but effectively enough to hide the bulge in his pants while he does so. Then he quickly grabs the nearest cushion and places it on his lap. He can’t believe he got mildly aroused from only kissing. What is he? A 15-year-old high schooler?

“Do you mind if I go take a quick shower? I kinda spent all day at the shop and didn’t have time to come home before I went to pick you up,” Hyunwoo says, standing up.

“Sure, go! You do smell funky,” Hoseok replies, pinching his nose for effect.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Hyunwoo shakes his head, chuckling, giving Hoseok’s thigh a light slap before walking away and up the staircase.

“Funnier than you,” Hoseok sing-songs, loud enough for Hyunwoo to hear from the upper floor.

“There’s wine in the fridge, if you want,” Hyunwoo shouts back at him, just before Hoseok hears what he assumes is the bathroom door clicking shut.

Sighing, he gets up and walks to the kitchen. He figures one glass of wine won’t kill him, even if it’s a work night. It’s still barely past nine, and he’ll hardly get wasted from drinking some wine.

So Hoseok helps himself to a glass of impressively good white wine, he actually hasn’t had in ages, also filling a glass for Hyunwoo. He takes another sip of the delicious drink, smacking his lips in satisfaction, before he makes his way upstairs to Hyunwoo’s bedroom.

He knows he wasn’t exactly invited up there, but he figures it’d be okay. The floor isn’t much more than a large, open space, with a king-size bed, and a small bedside table with a funny-looking lamp shaped like what Hoseok assumes it’s supposed to be a motorcycle but he is not sure it isn’t a horse with horns or maybe a deer…

Hoseok walks up to the bed, placing the coaster he got from the kitchen next to the lamp and the glass of wine intended for Hyunwoo on top of it.

Then he sits on the bed, facing the door to the closet which is slightly ajar. Hoseok resists the urge to go pick through it just to see if Hyunwoo had anything that wasn’t tight jeans, white shirts and jackets in it.

The sound of the shower running is faint, since the door is closed, but enough to fill Hoseok’s mind with very not-safe-for-work fantasies, all rushing through his mind faster than they come, because Hoseok can’t concentrate on only one. Every single one of them would be incredibly welcome right now, because even though he managed to get rid of his boner from earlier, he’s been wanting to jump Hyunwoo’s bones for quite some time.

They always seem to get interrupted by one thing or another though, and it’s getting frustrating. He doesn’t even know why he didn’t just grind down the other man’s lap earlier, instead of getting embarrassed that maybe he’d come down on him too hard again.

He usually got over excited, yes. Hyunwoo’s a lot more slow, and controlled. Hoseok feels like a horny puppy whenever he’s around the other man.

Hoseok takes another sip of the wine, and pulls his phone out to check if he’s gotten any important texts, ignoring Hyungwon’s Have you gotten laid yet?.

He’s distracted scrolling down Instagram, when the bathroom door opens and he looks up, drawn by the noise, only to find himself face to face with a semi-naked Hyunwoo: he has a towel wrapped around his hips, but his entire upper torso is gloriously bare for Hoseok’s viewing pleasure.

Swallowing thickly, gaze raking over Hyunwoo’s body, Hoseok barely registers Hyunwoo’s words, so he mumbles a confused, ‘what?’, his eyes tracing the path of a water droplet down a firm-looking pec. Is he drooling, right now? He must be.

Clenching his jaw, Hoseok forces his gaze up to Hyunwoo’s face. The other is staring at him, looking extremely oblivious to the effect he’s having on him right now.

“I asked if you like the wine,” Hyunwoo says, hands traveling to the his towel, to adjust it on his hips.

“Y-yeah, it’s really good,” Hoseok replies, bringing the glass to his lips hurriedly, and taking a large gulp of it. He’s very thirsty all of a sudden.

“Is that glass for me?” Hyunwoo points at the glass on the bedside table, stepping closer - dangerously close -, to where Hoseok’s sitting.

“Uhum, yep.” handing him the glass, Hoseok tries to ignore the sudden scent of cologne filling his nostrils. It’s the typical cinnamon scent Hyunwoo always radiates, but this time there’s a fresh underlayer added to it instead of the usual scent of cigarette mixed to it, probably from the soap or the shampoo he uses.

Hoseok likes it. A lot.

Hyunwoo tastes the wine, then places the glass back where it was. But before he can fully turn his back and head to the closet to change, Hoseok catches him by the wrist.

“Come here,” Hoseok says, pulling Hyunwoo to him. He stands up, placing his wine glass next to Hyunwoo’s, and then they’re facing each other.

Hoseok doesn’t hesitate to slide a hand down Hyunwoo’s naked torso, feeling the smooth skin and the defined ridges of Hyunwon’s abdomen. Hoseok hums in approval, his hand catching on the wet towel hanging from Hyunwoo’s hips, and stopping.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hyunwoo asks, voice husky and eyes downcast, as he watches Hoseok’s finger trace a horizontal line against his skin, along the expanse of his lower abdomen.

“Very much. You’re so hot,” Hoseok mutters, leaning forward to nibble on Hyunwoo’s earlobe, causing the latter to let out a low hiss.

He’s really thrown caution to the wind; instincts clearly getting the best of him, after seeing such a tempting image in front of him. Hoseok really can’t deny he would probably have done this even if Hyunwoo had been fully dressed, but the lack of fabric getting in the way definitely contributed to his sudden burst of courage. That, and the little bit of alcohol in his system of course.

“So are you.” Hyunwoo’s hands are finally on him: one of them resting on his hip, and the other on the collar of his sweater. He pulls on it, then says, “Wanna get rid of this?”

Hoseok finds it a very good idea. It’s only fair that he gets as naked as Hyunwoo is, isn’t it?

The sweater is pulled over his head quickly, and along with it, his undershirt, leaving him naked from the waist up just like Hyunwoo. Hoseok caresses his own chest, absentmindedly, watching Hyunwoo watch him.

Hyunwoo’s eyes scan his body up and down, lips slightly parted. Hoseok’s never been subconscious about his body, but being stared wantonly at this way makes him feel just a little bit embarrassed.

“Are you only gonna look, or are you going to touch?” Hoseok brings himself to ask even as he feels the tip of his ears burn.

“You’re so damn sexy. I love your body,” Hyunwoo says, and then, yes, he’s back at touching Hoseok, but this time there’s nothing on the waw. Hyunwoo pulls Hoseok towards him with a hand on the small of his back and Hoseok gasps, hands flying to Hyunwoo’s burly shoulders.

Hyunwoo kisses him again, and he feels nails dragging slowly down his back, not enough to leave marks but enough to make Hoseok shiver under the touch. Hyunwoo’s lips trap his between them, sucking on it, then letting it go with wet, lewd sound, before he leans forward to mouth at Hoseok’s jaw.

Fingers dig in his skin, at the same time as his own dig in Hyunwoo’s shoulder, and there’s teeth grazing his skin, creating a path down his neck. Once Hyunwoo’s lips settle there, he sucks on Hoseok’s skin, and yes, that definitely will leave a mark.

Hoseok can’t remember the last time he’s sported a hickey, but he doesn’t mind it in the slightly. It feels like Hyunwoo is claiming him, branding him somehow, and that only serves to turn him on further. His dick is obviously growing in his jeans, and his underwear which was already naturally tight, is getting uncomfortably tighter with every second that passes.

Hyunwoo sucks a few more hickeys on Hoseok’s neck before he pulls away just enough to go back to Hoseok’s lips. Hyunwoo seems to really love kissing him, not only because he does it often, but Hoseok is certain he can feel Hyunwoo’s dick poke his thigh where their hips are still connected. Hyunwoo’s been holding him in place with a hand on his lower back this whole time, and once in a while he adds some pressure to the touch and it makes their thighs squish together.

“Are you already hard?” Hoseok asks, in between kisses, the words coming out breathy.

“Hm.. yeah. Are you?” Hyunwoo replies, but he doesn’t wait for Hoseok’s answer, instead sliding his thigh in between Hoseok’s, adding delicious but excruciating pressure against Hoseok’s crotch.

Hoseok’s breath hitches, and he involuntarily rolls his hips, trying to get more pressure and a little bit of friction. Humping Hyunwoo’s thigh isn’t the ideal way to get off, but his cock is throbbing painfully inside his jeans and underwear and he is not thinking rationally right now.

“Let’s get these off too,” says the taller man, both hands reaching for Hoseok’s fly and opening it swiftly. They work on the button just as easily, and then Hoseok’s jeans are being pulled down his legs.

He helps get rid of it, wiggling out of them one leg at a time, until the piece of clothing is discarded on the floor.

Hyunwoo licks his lip, staring down at Hoseok’s prominent bulge. He then starts rubbing the heel of his hand alongside the outline of Hoseok’s cock, visible through the thin, white fabric which is already stretched. Then he wraps a hand on the base of Hoseok’s cock, squeezing it through the fabric. Hoseok lets a low moan escape, as he feels heat creep up his neck.

“H-Hyunwoo, slow down…” Hoseok pleads, not being in the mood to come in his pants like a virgin teenage boy.

“Sorry,” Hyunwoo says with a chuckle, not sounding even a little bit apologetic.

Hoseok barely has time to register the new pet name, because Hyunwoo is guiding him to the bed, hands back on his hips. Hoseok walks blindly backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and then he flops down on it, dragging Hyunwoo with and on top of him.

Lying on his back, he spreads his legs to fit Hyunwoo in between them. Hyunwoo uses one elbow to keep himself from resting his weight completely on top of Hoseok, using his other hand to caress along Hoseok’s side.

Hoseok leans forward to rap Hyunwoo’s lower lip between his teeth, pulling then letting it go only for Hyunwoo to reciprocate by cupping Hoseok’s bulge and squeezing harder this time. Hoseok’s moan is swallowed by an open mouthed kiss from Hyunwoo, as he bucks his hips involuntarily.

Hyunwoo wastes no time, then, working on Hoseok’s waistband, pulling it down, so Hoseok’s erection finally springs free. It’s such a relief not to have anything restricting it anymore, that Hoseok exhales in relief.

But Hyunwoo suddenly stops touching him, much to Hoseok’s disappointment. He’s about to protest when Hyunwoo pulls away slightly, hand reaching for the towel still wrapped around him, swiftly taking it off and throwing it aside.

Now that the towel is gone, Hoseok can feel Hyunwoo’s hard cock press against his inner thigh when the other shifts over him, to settle back into their previous position and he can’t think of anything else than how much he would like to have it in his mouth.

“I wanna suck you off,” Hoseok tells Hyunwoo, cupping his face, so Hyunwoo doesn’t shut him up again with one of his breathtaking kisses.

“Okay, baby,” says Hyunwoo, leaving a quick peck on Hoseok’s lips, then he’s rolling off Hoseok to lay on his back.

Hoseok sits up, taking time to admire Hyunwoo’s body in all his naked glory, tanned skin contrasting with the creamy white sheets. The other’s hair is still considerably wet from the shower, and sticking in all kinds of directions in a cute, messy way.

Gaze traveling down Hyunwoo’s body to his cock, he zeroes in on Hyunwoo’s long, thick cock. He isn’t much bigger than Hoseok, but definitely longer. Hoseok wastes no time wrapping his hand around the base, feeling it twitch in his hand as soon as he gives it an experimental stroke.

“It doesn’t bite, you know?” Hyunwoo chuckles, spreading his legs a bit further invitingly.

“Shut up,” Hoseok says, rolling his eyes.

“Told you there are better ways to shut me up,” Hyunwoo replies teasingly, and Hoseok glances at him, a single eyebrow arched defiantly.

Then he is leaning forward, and licking a stripe up Hyunwoo’s length, from base to crown. There’s no pungent scent or strong taste, given Hyunwoo just came out of the shower, but when Hoseok circles his tongue around it once, then sucks the velvety head into his mouth, he feels the salty taste of precum against his tongue.

He sinks down further, taking more of Hyunwoo in, his lips creating a protective barrier between the sensitive shaft and his teeth. When he gets halfway down, he comes back up, swirling his tongue around it, until it’s just the bulbous head inside his mouth, and then he lets his teeth graze the tip just enough for him to hear Hyunwoo’s breath hitch, a low curse leaving his lips.

Then he slides his lips down again, hollowing his cheeks as he starts bobbing his head up and down, making sure to add a little bit of suction just to drive Hyunwoo a bit crazy.

Hoseok is glad to realize he isn’t so out of practice even though he hasn’t given head in at least months. Hyunwoo seems pretty worked up when Hoseok manages to watch him through his eyelashes, a considerable flush visible on his neck and cheeks.

Deciding to take things up a notch, Hoseok places his free hand on Hyunwoo’s hip, to both keep the other from accidentally thrusting up before time, and to support himself.

He isn’t even sure if he can do this, but he’s gonna attempt it anyways.

Hoseok pops off, seeing how Hyunwoo’s fully hard now, which is just a little intimidating. His cock is an angry red right now, the foreskin completely pulled back to reveal the veins running down the length and Hoseok’s jaw just falls open. It’s not like he never seen a cock in his life, but Hyunwoo’s is just a really pretty cock. And Hoseok doesn’t thinks this lightly, because he never even thought of them as anything but weird and a little creepy looking. Even his own.

“Are you done?” Hyunwoo asks, wiggling a little and causing his erection to sway side to side right in front of Hoseok’s face.

“You’re pretty talkative during sex, aren’t you? Less talking, more moaning, ok?” Hoseok sends the other man a pointed look, and then he is pushing Hyunwoo’s dick back into his mouth again, making sure he gives the other just a little bit of teeth grazing as sweet revenge.

“Ouch, careful there,” Hyunwoo yelps, and Hoseok manages a giggle even with his mouth full of dick.

He has half of Hyunwoo’s dick back into his mouth again, and it fills his mouth so good, the firm, smooth, veiny expanse of it against his tongue. Then he slides further, slowly, sucking Hyunwoo’s dick further into his mouth, until his nose is short of being buried in Hyunwoo’s coarse pubic hair.

Hoseok feels his gag reflex wanting to sabotage him, but he relaxes his throat, sinking the rest of the way further until the head hits the back of his throat.

“F-fuck, Hoseok, what the fuck,” Hyunwoo gasps out, and Hoseok’s grateful to himself for having anticipated Hyunwoo’s thrust, because he manages to halt it with his hand on the other’s hip.

Satisfied with just having proven to himself and to Hyunwoo that he is no amateur at this, Hoseok pulls of unhurriedly, still enjoying the slide of Hyunwoo’s thickness through his lips. With a few last laps of his tongue over the tip, he lets go of Hyunwoo’s dick completely, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and raising his head to look at Hyunwoo.

“You didn’t exactly shut up, but I think that was good enough,” Hoseok says, voice coming out raspier. His throat feels just a bit sore, but nothing he can’t handle.

“Now it’s your time to shut up and come here so I can kiss you,” Hyunwoo says, sounding a bit out of a breath and Hoseok can’t help the smug smile that spreads on his face, knowing that he caused that.

He crawls up Hyunwoo’s body, settling half on top of him, as Hyunwoo presses their lips together in a searing, heated kiss. Hoseok doesn’t last long in that position, though, and soon he’s straddling Hyunwoo’s hips, rocking his still clothed ass back against Hyunwoo’s erection.

“Hhhngg.. Ahhh, God...” Hoseok half-whines, half moans as drags his cleft across the whole length of the firm shaft.

Hyunwoo’s hands fly to cup his ass cheeks, and spread them apart, but Hoseok’s underwear is too fucking tight.

“T-take it off, Hyunwoo, please,” Hoseok pleads, sucking on Hyunwoo’s lower lip.

Hoseok lifts his ass up so Hyunwoo can slide his underwear off more easily, and then he kicks it off. It feels good to finally be completely naked and when Hyunwoo’s hands are back in his eyes, fingers digging into the soft flesh, Hoseok whimpers.

“I want you to fuck me,” Hoseok says, pushing back against Hyunwoo’s hands, and also causing his their erections to brush against each other.

Hyunwoo’s breath is uneven; he’s clearly even more worked up than Hoseok, since he’s had much more stimulation than the latter, but then he switches their positions, so Hoseok lies flat on his back and Hyunwoo is on top now.

“I’ll get condoms and lube. Wait for me, baby,” Hyunwoo tells him, pinching his side playfully, and getting up from the bed to disappear through the bathroom door.

Hoseok drags himself further up the bed to rest comfortably against the pillows, lazily stroking his cock, while he waits for Hyunwoo. A minute or so later, the other man is back, with a small bottle of lube and some condoms.

Hyunwoo settles back on the bed, sitting back on his heels in front of Hoseok, and watching as the latter continues to work on his dick, teasing the slit a bit with his thumb, and arching his back a little from the pleasurable sensation.

“Want some help with that?” Hyunwoo says, uncapping the bottle of lube, and tilting it to drizzle a bit of it on Hoseok’s dick.

“Ouch, it’s cold!” Hoseok protests, squirming a little.

Hyunwoo ignores him, with a low chuckle, then orders, “Spread our legs and bend your knees for me.”

Hoseok does he is told, drawing his knees up and spreading himself for Hyunwoo. It’s a very vulnerable position to be in, but it also makes him feel hot. He knows Hyunwoo can’t see much more than his balls and his perineum, though, so he lifts his hips from the mattress, grabs two pillows and places them under his hips to keep them raised and at a good angle for Hyunwoo to have a nice, clean view of his asshole.

“Good boy,” Hyunwoo praises, caressing Hoseok’s inner thigh affectionately.

“Hmm, I like being praised. Do it again,” Hoseok purrs, giving his dick a few more pumps.

“You have an incredible ass, baby,” Hyunwoo tells him, cupping one of his ass cheeks; a handful of it, and squeezing it.

“I want your cock in it,” Hoseok replies. He is feeling kind of slutty right now, and he doesn’t even care which is even better.

He was a bit shy earlier, but now he’s grown confident and as he gets hornier he gets needier, therefore, more prone to saying really dirty things. Thankfully, Hyunwoo is playing along with it.

“You’re a good but impatient boy.”

The hand on Hoseok’s ass stay there, massaging the soft, round globe, so Hyunwoo uses his other hand to spread Hoseok’s knee just a little bit further apart. Then Hyunwoo is bending forward, mouth dangerous close to Hoseok’s crotch, and for a momento he thinks the other man is going to suck him off, so retreats his hand, stomach clenching in anticipation.

But Hyunwoo dips his head down further, blowing hot air against that sensitive spot just above Hoseok’s entrance. Hoseok throws his head back, because fuck that was barely anything at all, but it already feels this good.

He can’t believe Hyunwoo is really about to do what he’s about to do, until he feels something warm and wet lick his hole though. Hoseok lets out the loudest moan he’s all night, doing his best not to writhe too much, but goddamn, it’s hard not to.

Hyunwoo doesn’t waste another minute, after gauging Hoseok’s reaction, and then he is spreading Hoseok’s cheeks further apart, and giving the puckered entrance a few more kittenish licks.

Hoseok feels his asshole twitches and he has the decency to blush a little, thinking that Hyunwoo can see it; that he’s on full display to the other man, like that.

“You already look so ready for me, baby.” Hyunwoo drags his tongue down Hoseok’s crack and then back up, causing the latter to whimper, and grip the sheets tight.

“I-I’m not… I…,” Hoseok mumbles, trying to sound coherent but words be damned, he cannot form a proper phrase with Hyunwoo teasing him like this.

“I would tongue fuck you until you came, but I really wanna be inside you,” Hyunwoo says, and then he straightens up, until he is on knees, resting back on his heels.

Hoseok doesn’t even try to reply, instead watching as Hyunwoo reaches for the bottle of lube, uncapping it again and pours it over his asshole. He hisses at the cool substance against his skin, but soon, Hyunwoo is teasing his hole again, with one finger, circling the rim.

It’s another kind of sensation from Hyunwoo’s tongue, but way more familiar and Hoseok doesn’t even flinch once Hyunwoo pushes the finger inside, easily going past the first knuckle, before sliding it almost all the way out and back in again.

“Y-yes, that feels good,” Hoseok purrs, biting down on his lower lip, then asks, “Another, please.”

Hyunwoo complies almost immediately, adding another finger and finally Hoseok feels something akin to a stretch. He usually gets two fingers in him when he masturbates so this feels okay, even if Hyunwoo’s fingers are a little thicker than his.

“M-more. Just one more.”

“Greedy,” Hyunwoo says, but is quick to add a third finger, and now Hoseok really feels the stretch.

A sting follows as Hyunwoo starts to pump the three fingers in and out of him, but Hoseok bears with it. The squelching sounds of the lubed up fingers going in and out of him are incredibly obscene but so are Hoseok’s little whimpers and mewls.

Hoseok starts to feel that familiar itch as the motion continues, but once Hyunwoo crooks his fingers in just the right way, going a little bit deeper and grazing that one particular spot, Hoseok feels a sudden hot wave of pleasure run through his body to settle in the pit of his belly.

“A-ahh, Hyunwoo… I’m ready,” he stutters out, still overwhelmed by the previous rush of bliss, and Hyunwoo still thrusts his fingers into him a few more times, before sliding them out.

The emptiness that follows makes Hoseok want to reach down and finger himself as his asshole clenching around nothing, but he waits not-so-patiently, like a good boy, he thinks, holding back a giggle.

Hyunwoo doesn’t take slipping the condom on. He gives his dick a few pumps, before he kneels in front of Hoseok again, the head of his cock grazing against Hoseok’s asshole, making him push forward to try to get more contact.

“Hurry up,” Hoseok demands, through gritted teeth, trying not to sound too desperate but failing.

“Only if you ask nicely,” Hyunwoo says teasingly, and Hoseok glares at him, and specially at that annoying nickname, but he’s too far gone to care. He just needs some good dicking right the fuck now.

“Please, fuck me, Hyunwoo. I need you.” Hoseok rolls his hips enticingly, and allows himself a smirk, when he catches Hyunwoo’s expression; dilated pupils,cheeks flushed as he stares down at Hoseok’s hips, and a hungry, almost primal sound scapes his mouth.

Hyunwoo uses a hand to align his cock with Hoseok’s entrance then pushes into him, slowly; just the head as he looks at Hoseok, making sure he’s okay.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” Hyunwoo says, sliding forward a couple of inches more, then stopping and allowing Hoseok to get used to the stretch.

Hyunwoo has a hand on his hip, and he starts to rub circles on Hoseok’s skin, soothingly. It helps a little. Because his ass stings. A whole lot. But after a moment, Hoseok motions for Hyunwoo to keep going.

“You sure?”

Hoseok nods in affirmation.

Hyunwoo pushes the rest of the way in, until he is fully sheathed inside Hoseok, filling him up so good, that Hoseok almost moves too soon, but he needs to wait a while longer because he hasn’t had a dick in him in too long, so his bod gotta get used to it.

“You okay, baby?” Hyunwoo asks, leaning over until they’re face to face. The movement makes Hyunwoo’s cock shift inside him slightly, and Hoseok lets out an ‘oohhh’, his eyes snapping shut, head thrown back.

“Oh, shit, sorry. I’m sorry, Hoseok,” Hyunwoo says, his voice full of concern. With The hand not supporting his weight, he pushes Hoseok’s bangs away from his forehead, running fingers through his hair.

“It’s fine, it felt good. It didn’t hurt. I think… you can move now,” Hoseok manages to say, after he catches his breath.

“I’ll be gentle, all right?”

“No,” Hoseok’s eyes snap open, “You better fuck me hard. I’ve waited too long.”

Hyunwoo lets out a hoarse laugh, shaking his head in amusement, “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe. Now move.” Hoseok wraps his legs around Hyunwoo’s hips, heels digging into Hyunwoo’s lower back, as he draws Hyunwoo forward, prompting him to start moving.

So Hyunwoo does. Pulling halfway out, then thrusting in again, and as he does so, he groans, and the low sound travels straight to Hoseok’s dick, making it twitch. He really enjoys when his lovers get vocal, especially when they’re topping, and he’s glad Hyunwoo doesn’t hold it back too much, like most of the guy’s been with.

The thrusts are shallow at first, until Hyunwoo picks up a steady pace and starts pounding deeper into him; still not quite bottoming out, still not quite at an angle, but it still feels good to be filled up like this, and Hoseok clenches around Hyunwoo’s cock as a kind of reward to the other for making him feel great.

“F-fuck, Hoseok, d-dont,” Hyunwoo says, his hips stuttering, as he pauses for a moment, then picks the rhythm back up again.

“This feels good, b-but.. I need you to go deeper, and harder,” Hoseok instructs, moving his hips in an attempt to get Hyunwoo to slide into him all the way in, but instead Hyunwoo pulls out completely, unwrapping Hoseok’s legs from around him, Hyunwoo pushes them forward, until his bent knees are to Hoseok’s chest.

When Hyunwoo slams into him again, it’s just what Hoseok needs. The head barely grazes Hoseok’s prostate, sending a pleasure spike through him, enough to cause a litany of incoherent words to leave his mouth.

Hoseok is getting his ass pounded so expertly right now, it’s hard to focus on anything else, but he manages to, somehow, search for Hyunwoo’s hand which is on his hip, take it and intertwine their fingers. He brings the hand to his chest, since Hyunwoo’s other hand is being used to keep him upright as he continuously pistons in, not always hitting Hoseok’s spot but doing it enough times to send the latter closer and closer to the edge.

“God, you feel amazing,” Hoseok tells him, over the sound of skin slapping against skin, the of the faint creaking of the bed.

Hyunwoo doesn’t know how much longer he can take; his dick neglected dick bouncing about in time with the thrusting, now leaking pre-cum. He doubts Hyunwoo can last much longer either. Hoseok clenches his ass around Hyunwoo, mid-thrusts, and he watches as the other faces contorts, as he groans.

The canting turns more erratic as Hyunwoo nears orgasm, and Hoseok feels that familiar heat pooling in his lower stomach, so he grabs his own cock, squeezing it hard. He gathers the pre-cum on the head with his thumb, smearing it over the length, and starts pumping it as fast-paced as Hyunwoo’s thrusts.

“I’m so close,” Hoseok croaks, tugging on his dick a little harder, as Hyunwoo lifts his hips just enough to get him at a perfect angle to aim at his sweet spot.

And he not only aims, but he hits the target again and again and soon Hoseok can’t take it anymore, and he’s shooting cum all over his stomach in thick ropes. “Ahhh, fuck,” Hoseok keeps moaning and his hips buck, riding out his high, as Hyunwoo continues to fuck him relentless, seeking his own release.

Hoseok’s insides are starting to feel over sensitive to every slide of Hyunwoo’s dick, but it’s still not incredibly bad, that he can’t help the other to completion.

“Come on, come for me, baby,” Hoseok says, his voice coming out a little ragged from the panting.

“H-hoseok,” is what Hyunwoo breathes out, as he slams into Hoseok one last time, before he climaxes, burying his face in Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok wraps his arms around him, as Hyunwoo’s whole body clenches from the force of the orgasm, hips still moving, pulling in and out of Hoseok shallowly; unrhythmically, as Hyunwoo comes down from his high, until the thrusting stops completely.

“Beautiful. You made me feel so fucking good,” Hoseok murmurs, fingers combing through Hyunwoo’s damp hair with one hand, as the others caresses the other’s back, feeling the tension of the muscles disappear gradually, until Hyunwoo relaxes almost completely on top of him.

Then he is planting soft kisses on Hoseok’s chest, his softening dick still inside Hoseok. “Thank you,” Hyunwoo mumbles against his skin, before lifting his head and seeking Hoseok’s lips to press a kiss there. Then he is slipping out of Hoseok and pulling back, so the other can stretch his legs on the bed.

Hoseok feels totally spent, limbs feeling like jelly; muscles slightly sore from the uncomfortable position. Sprawled on the bed, he wills his body to relax.
Hyunwoo slips the condom out, tying it with a knot, and throwing it on the floor. Hoseok opens his mouth to say something, but he’s too exhausted to care about being tidy and clean, right now, even with sticky, drying cum all over his stomach.

“I’m gonna have to shower again,” Hyunwoo says, as he lays next to Hoseok, an arm wrapping around him. Hoseok snuggles closer, turning slightly so he can stare at Hoseok’s face.

“Can I join you?” he asks, throwing an arm around Hyunwoo’s waist, pulling their bodies flushed against each other. He doesn’t wanna move for a while, and he doesn’t want Hyunwoo to go anywhere, either.

“Probably a good idea, since you’re covered in cum,” Hyunwoo says, gaze traveling down to Hoseok’s stained torso.

“Ew, I know. Gross.” Hoseok scrunches up his nose in a sign of disgust, and Hyunwoo laughs at him, pinching Hoseok’s nose in return.

They fall silent for a while, cuddled up to each other; Hyunwoo sometimes nuzzling Hoseok’s hair, and Hoseok caressing Hyunwoo’s side lazily. Being in Hyunwoo’s arms is absolutely Hoseok’s favorite thing in the whole world right now. Probably ranking even higher than eating a large bowl of his favorite brand of ramen.

After their conversation earlier, Hoseok feels a lot more at ease, even though he’s still not a hundred percent sure he’s not gonna fuck this up by being his insecure, sometimes borderline paranoid self and by overthinking everything. Still, he feels incredible right now and he’s not gonna let anything spoil it, and specially not his own self-doubts.

“Hey, you,” he calls Hyunwoo, who’s clearly dozed off, eyes closed and chin resting on top of Hoseok’s head. Hoseok pokes Hyunwoo’s side and earns a light slap to the hand, and a hum, signaling that the other man is listening. “You still haven’t told me why who punched you and why.”

“Oh, right,” Hyunwoo’s eyes shoot open and he props himself up on an elbow, resting his hand on his palm. “It’s a bit of a long story, but to summarize it, I ended up confronting Gunhee and well, things didn’t go according to plan. We had a really bad breakup and he was still mad about it. But I think after punching me he might be ready to move on.”

“Still, it doesn’t justify what he did. Jooheon doesn’t seem like the type to make anyone mad enough for that kind of violence and he doesn’t have anything to do with whatever went down between you to,” Hoseok replies, his hand automatically reaching for Hyunwoo’s bruised cheek. He traces the greenish edges with his thumb, but stops when Hyunwoo makes a pained face.

“Sorry,” Hoseok murmurs, withdrawing his hand.

“It doesn’t hurt, but it’s still sore to the touch. He punches like a girl,” Hyunwoo says with a smirk and Hoseok rolls his eyes at the comment.

“Have you ever been punched by a girl? It really hurts, I can assure you,” Hoseok replies, cocking his head to the side when Hyunwoo makes a surprised face.

“Why did a girl punch you and when and do you have pictures?”

“You’re a sadist. Why do you want to see my beautiful face sporting a black eye?” Hoseok grumbles, doing his best to sound offended.

“I don’t! That would break my heart,” Hyunwoo replies, with a snort and catches Hoseok’s lips in a quick kiss, before he continues, “But, anyways, yeah… He won’t be trying anything else, I think. I told him to stay away and that whatever it was, it’s settled and we won’t have to see each other or talk to each other anymore.”

“Oh, Minhyuk was right when he told me you had terrible taste in men.” Hoseok is a bit shocked by the information, but he’s taking it in stride.

“I did have terrible taste in men,” Hyunwoo agrees, but then his gaze softens as it meets Hoseok’s, “Until I met you.”

Hoseok melts instantly on the inside, but he won’t give Hyunwoo the satisfaction of knowing how fast his heart is beating right now and how much he wants to just bury his face in the other’s neck and stay there for the rest of the night because, fuck, he’s too into Hyunwoo for him to be okay when the other says cute stuff like that without any warning.

“I can see your cheeks turning red, you can’t hide them from me,” Hyunwoo snickers, and brings Hoseok into a tight hug, squishing him until Hoseok is squealing and trying to disentangle himself.

“You’re so fucking cheesy. I hate it! You tricked me into thinking you’re cool!” Hoseok’s protests come out in the form of high pitched squeals because Hyunwoo is kissing his neck now in a very ticklish manner and he’s being sandwiched between the man’s broad chest and the mattress with a far from soft dick poking against his lower back.

“You keep writhing like this, it’ll only make things worse,” Hyunwoo says next to Hoseok’s ear., voice low and husky.

Hoseok immediately stops squirming, looking over his shoulder at Hyunwoo, just to see the other smirking at him. Hyunwoo’s arms are tight around him, keeping him pinned in place with absolutely no chance of escape. And Hoseok isn’t exactly skinny and frail. He works out whenever he can, and has a good build, but Hyunwoo doesn’t have only physical strength going on for him.

He also has those almond brown eyes, and those plushy lips and that endearing 4d personality, and Hoseok’s fucking whipped. So he stops pretending he’s trying to wrestle out of Hyunwoo’s hold, and wiggles his ass, pushing back against Hyunwoo’s crotch. The low groan escaping the man’s lips is indication enough that he wouldn’t begrudge Hoseok a second round.

“And you call me a tease,” Hyunwoo says, rolling onto his back and bringing Hoseok with him, so he’s sprawled half on top of Hyunwoo and half on the mattress.

“Do you wanna fuck me again?” Hoseok asks, taking Hyunwoo’s hand and sucking one finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He rolls his hips again, this time grinding down against Hyunwoo’s hardening cock.

“Hnng, fuck… Yeah,” Hyunwoo answers, rubbing his length up against Hoseok’s butt crack in return.

Hoseok wiggles a little, nestling Hyunwoo’s cock between his buttcheeks, all the while still sucking on Hyunwoo’s finger, this time taking it entirely into his mouth, moaning as it slides in and out of it. He hears Hyunwoo starts to breathe heavily, as he pushes forward, sliding his cock up Hoseok’s crack - still slick from the lube -, and then down again, once, twice, up and down and up and down.

Hoseok’s adjusts his own movements to the pace Hyunwoo creates, still sucking on Hyunwoo’s finger, his moans growing louder and filthier as the friction against his entrance starts to feel like torture.

Hoseok takes Hyunwoo’s finger from his mouth with a popping sound, then says,“Hyunwoo, let me go.”

Hyunwoo’s movements slow down, but don’t stop completely, once he catches Hoseok’s words, but he retreats the arm that was still holding Hoseok in place. That allows Hoseok to roll on his stomach, causing Hyunwoo’s dick to pull out and he hears the other’s low curse, but then he’s busy looking for the bottle of lube among the messy bundle of sheets.

“Found it,” he announces, once his hand makes contact with the tiny, plastic bottle, and he pulls it from under the folds, uncapping it.

Hyunwoo is watching him, so he blows him a kiss, ordering him to roll on his back, which Hyunwoo promptly does, probably figuring that whatever Hoseok is about to do, if it requires more lube, it must be good.

Hoseok straddles Hyunwoo again, sitting on his stomach, as he pours some of the lube onto his hand, then reaches behind to grab Hyunwoo’s cock, coating it with the translucent liquid, from head to base.

“I wanna do it without a condom, is that ok?” Hoseok asks as he works on stroking Hyunwoo to full hardness.

“Uhum, yeah,” Hyunwoo nods, hips bucking into Hoseok’s touch, causing the latter to smirk. Now who’s the impatient one, huh?

“Don’t move until I say so,” Hoseok tells Hyunwoo, then he plants his feet firmly on the mattress, hauling himself up; one hand on the base of Hyunwoo’s shaft and the other on Hyunwoo’s chest for leverage.

Hyunwoo places a hand on top of Hoseok’s encouragingly and the latter smiles sweetly at him. At the same time, he presses down until the head of Hyunwoo’s cock gets past his ring, breath hitching as he feels the initial stretch.

“Hoseok…” Hyunwoo calls, but Hoseok eyes him pointedly, do not move. He needs to adjust gradually as he pushes down, but soon, he’s filled to the brim with Hyunwoo’s thick cock.

Placing both hands on Hyunwoo’s chest now, Hoseok leans forward until Hyunwoo’s dick is halfway out, and slams back down in one smooth, quick motion. Hyunwoo groans and Hoseok whimpers. Then Hoseok grinds down again, this time rolling his hips as he does so.

And the next time he drops down, Hyunwoo’s hips buck to meet him halfway.

They pick up a good pace, not so fast that Hoseok’s thighs will tire soon, but also not so slow as to drive Hyunwoo mad.

Hoseok rides Hyunwoo’s cock like he’s never rode anyone before, because he’s never felt this good, this filled up and well-stretched before. The fact that there’s nothing but skin against skin just adds to it, and Hoseok can feel each slide of Hyunwoo’s cock as he bounces up and down, purposefully clenching around Hyunwoo to draw out raspy, low ‘fucks’ from him.

“A-ahhh, yes, right there, right there…,” Hoseok chants, as he manages to twist his hips in just the right angle so Hyunwoo can press against his prostate.

And it happens again, and again, and Hoseok is starting to fucking see stars behind his closed eyelids, and his thighs are starting to burn from the exertion but he can’t stop fucking himself on Hyunwoo’s cock, because it feels so damn amazing.

“I’m gonna come.. Ah, soon…” Hyunwoo’s hands fly to his hips, assisting Hoseok, and keeping him from falling forward.

“I’m close too, so close…” Hoseok replies, nails digging on Hyunwoo’s flash, causing the other to hiss.

Hoseok’s neglected cock is bobbing up and down with each chant of his hips, and he remembers to touch himself, so he tries to reach with one hand for his cock, but Hyunwoo seems to have had the same idea as him, and soon there’s a hand wrapped around his dick, squeezing it in a delicious way.

Hyunwoo keeps pumping his dick fast enough for Hoseok to start moaning incoherently. Not being able keep up anymore, he stops the bouncing altogether and just starts grinding down to meet Hyunwoo’s upwards thrusts as best as he can.

Hoseok can feel tears welling up in his eyes, blurring his vision, as he senses the upcoming orgasm. It’s so close, so close that he starts begging Hyunwoo to masturbate him faster, and pound him harder and fucking make him come, already.

Suddenly, all at once Hyunwoo thumbs on the slit of his dick, pressing down just slightly and at the same time as his cock reaches deep inside Hoseok and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge. Hoseok’s cock twitches as it spurts come all over Hyunwoo’s hand and stomach, and then he slumps forward, sated and exhausted, feeling the aftershocks of orgasm still running through his body, making him shiver; his cheek squished against Hyunwoo’s chest.

But Hyunwoo hasn’t come yet, and as he pulls out of Hoseok, the latter whines, “No, no… I haven’t made you come yet.” Hoseok starts to get up, but Hyunwoo shushes him, placing a hand on his back to keep him in place, and then he’s laying Hosek in bed, on his stomach.

“Just relax,” Hyunwoo says, and Hoseok manages to watch from the corner of his eye as Hyunwoo knees behind him, one knee at each side of him, and starts jerking himself off rapidly.

“Hyunwoo,” Hoseok purrs, mouth agape, as his gaze keeps switching from Hyunwoo’s face to the first working expertly on that angry-red cock.

“I’m gonna cum all over your pretty ass, baby,” Hyunwoo says, grabbing a handful of Hoseok’s ass for emphasis, and squeezing it.

Hoseok jolts, arching his back and letting out a whimper, eyes closing shut.

He doesn’t get to watch the exact moment Hyunwoo cums, but he hears it, the breathy, hoarse fuck, followed by warm strings of what can only be cum, landing on his asscheeks and back.

“You look so beautiful like this. With my cum all over you,” Hyunwoo says, hands rubbing circles all over Hoseok’s ass. And that should totally make Hoseok feel grossed out, but instead he is sticking his ass out, demanding more of Hyunwoo’s touch.

“Let’s get you under the shower and get fresh sheets, ok?” Hoseok just hums in response to that, faintly registering Hyunwoo’s words, mind too tired to focus on anything.

Knowing very well he would have slept just like that, sweaty and sticky on filthy sheets, Hoseok is actually grateful that Hyunwoo doesn’t let him do that. They actually make it to the bathroom, somehow, Hoseok on considerably wobbly legs, clinging to the taller one for support.

They clean themselves up (more like Hyunwoo cleans they both up as Hoseok just clings to Hyunwoo to keep himself upright the entire time), and Hyunwoo changes the sheets so they can sleep on fresh ones. They don’t even bother to put clothes on, just getting under the covers after Hyunwoo raises the heater’s temperature.

“Goodnight, baby,” Hyunwoo whispers from behind him, since Hoseok is the little spoon again.

Sighing contentedly, happy with how they fit well into each other’s lives, Hoseok drifts off into sleep with Hyunwoo wrapped around him and his mind at ease.

Christmas Eve sees a very excited but very exhausted Hoseok. He can’t believe he’s getting two days off work, though. Right at the end of the year too. He can count on one hand how many times this has happened before. He is so cheery and into the Christmas spirit that he volunteers to work a whole week on the pediatric wing once he gets back from his break.

Hoseok is actually really good with kids, even if he doesn’t want any of his own, so all the other nurses who usually work on pediatrics are very excited to have him there. He has a reputation for coming up with all kinds of fun games that the children really enjoy, and Hoseok can’t say he isn’t kinda proud of that.

He woke up early this morning to do some grocery shopping and is now in Hyungwon’s rented car driving to Hyunwoo’s apartment where they’re gonna hold a Christmas dinner for all their friends.

“So what present did you get Hyunwoo?” Hyungwon asks, eyes on the road.

“I got him the prettiest bedside lamp so he can replace the atrocity he has in his bedroom. It really is so ugly. I hate looking at it.” He’s been trying to find ways to tell Hyunwoo, gently, that he should throw the thing in the trash, and now he’s finally found a good enough excuse to get rid of it.

“You gotta show it to me once we get there,” Hyungwon laughs and Hoseok assures him he will, and then he’s gonna dump it in the trash can.

Hyunwoo isn’t there when they arrive, since he’s gone to the shop with Minhyuk, so Hoseok and Hyungwon get started on the preparations.

Both Hyungwon and Kihyun really wanted to try a traditional western menu, but Kihyun is the only one with decent cooking skills and he won’t be there until mid-afternoon, so they’d decided to go with a mixed dinner, both with korean dishes and western dishes. Of course Hoseok and Hyungwon are in charge of organizing stuff and decorating because they can’t cook for shit.

But Hoseok’s actually planned to make a dish. A western one, called gingerbread cookies, which seemed easy enough when he read the recipe online, but now that he’s actually mixing ingredients, trying to achieve the perfect, smooth texture for the cookie dough, he’s starting to realize it’s anything but.

“I don’t understand why this isn’t thickening. Did I put too much water?” Balancing a bowl in one hand while he mixes it, Hoseok scrolls down the recipe page on his phone to check if he’s gotten the correct measures.

Hyungwon is by the window, setting up the brand-new Christmas tree they just unboxed, and just grunts in return. Very helpful.

“Can’t Kihyun hurry up and get his ass in here?” Hoseok whines, going back to mixing and praying that he can get the dough right.

It turns out, it only needed a little more mixing and another spoonful of flour. Recipes suck! Hoseok makes sure he gives it only two stars before he closes the tab on his phone, and then it’s time for the fun part: shaping and decorating. That’s finally when Hyungwon decides to grace him with his presence as Hoseok spreads the dough with a rolling pin.

They spend a lot of time cutting the shapes and decorating, so time flies, and soon Kihyun and Changkyun arrive to get started on the real cooking.

Hoseok’s actually impressed by Changkyun’s skills. When the other had said he was taking online cooking classes he’d been convinced it was a joke, but apparently not.

Later, when Hyunwoo gets home they have almost all the food prepared, the apartment smells amazing and Hoseok is totally exhausted. He’s actually sprawled on the couch, staring at the ceiling while Kihyun prepares them some hot chocolate, when Hyunwoo presses a kiss on his forehead, then sits down on the edge of the couch next to him

“How was your day?” he asks, placing a hand on Hoseok’s thigh, giving it an affectionate squeeze.

“Exhausting. But i made cookies,” Hoseok answers, tilting his head to the side and smiling affectionately at Hyunwoo.

“Everything looks really good. I didn’t know Kihyun could cook.”

“He is the only one in our little gang who can. I don’t know what would be of us without him. Surviving on cafeteria lunch day after day. He invites us for dinner and lunch at his house whenever he can.”

“I’m glad he takes good care of you guys,” Hyunwoo says, before reaching to push Hoseok’s bangs back. He’s actually gotten that haircut, so they’re not super long anymore, but it’s a habit of Hyunwoo now to do that.

“Yeah, because I can’t take care of myself even if I’m a nurse?” Hoseok stares at his boyfriend through narrowed eyes.

“No, because I can’t cook either, so at least he’s feeding you well.”

Hoseok snorts at that, then pushes himself up on his elbows to kiss Hyunwoo on the lips.

“You know what? I’m gonna need some alcohol in my system if I’m gonna have to watch these two make out because, seriously!? Gross.” They hear Hyungwon yell from the kitchen, but instead of ending the kiss, Hoseok drags a hand up Hyunwoo’s nape to kiss him deeply.

“Hey, hey, keep it PG guys, please,” Kihyun says and throws a kitchen towel in their direction. It lands by Hoseok’s feet and he kicks it to the floor, still sucking on Hyunwoo’s tongue.

“It’s actually kind of hot,” Changkyun chimes in and Hoseok smiles into the kiss at the same time as Hyunwoo chuckles before their break apart.

“Y’all are idiots!” Hoseok shouts back, looking over Hyunwoo’s shoulder and flipping his friends off.

“Hoseok,” Hyunwoo calls him, voice quiet so only them can hear it.

Hoseok turns his attention back to him, with a smile, “Yeah, baby?”

“I love you,” Hyunwoo says, holding Hoseok’s gaze.

Hoseok’s smile widens, bringing their foreheads together and whispering, “Love you too.”

“Merry Christmas, nurse Shin,” Hyunwoo lets out a low chuckle.

“Forget about what I said, I actually hate y-” Before Hoseok can finish his sentence, Hyunwoo tilts his chin up to silence with another kiss.