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“Thirty more minutes, baby,” he hears whispered into his ear, warm breath tickling the shell as he fights back the shiver threatening to run up his spine.
Kihyun feels disoriented. Dizzy. Simultaneously too hot and too cold. The choker fastened around his neck feels impossibly tight. He takes a sip of his water but it doesn’t help, and he frowns. How had he let Hyunwoo talk him into this, attending a fansign with a plug up his ass and a cock ring on his throbbing dick?
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It had been a perfect morning. Hyunwoo had woken him up with a mind-blowing rimjob, licking and sucking hungrily at his hole, pushing Kihyun oh so close to the edge before pulling off, slapping his ass and telling him to get in the shower. Kihyun pouted, made a show of whining and grinding his pretty cock against the sheets, eager for Hyunwoo to continue. And the older man just grinned down at him, giving his ass another hard smack and jerking his thumb in the direction of their shared bathroom.
Begrudgingly, Kihyun rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, Hyunwoo following behind him with towels. They stepped in together, Kihyun sighing in content as the hot water fell over him, eager to freshen up. Hyunwoo washed his hair, rinsed it out, then grabbed the bar of soap and lathered, beginning to run his sudsy hands all over Kihyun’s body. He was thorough in his movements, groping at Kihyun’s chest and scraping his nails over the dusty nipples there before moving further down, scrubbing his legs slowly. He then pushed at Kihyun’s thighs, silently asking for him to spread his legs.
Kihyun had complied, spreading himself easily and exhaling heavily as he felt Hyunwoo’s knuckle run over his furl. He moved his ass back against the finger, wanting Hyunwoo to slip inside, but the older man just dragged his hand lower, fondling Kihyun’s sac. Kihyun moaned at the gentle touch and his eyes fluttered shut, wishing Hyunwoo would stop with the teasing. Hyunwoo pressed a few kisses to the back of his neck as he toyed with Kihyun’s soft little cock, the length of it turning a lovely shade of pink as it began to harden, bobbing against his tummy with a few wet smacks when Hyunwoo let go of him.
The younger man whined at the loss of contact, trying to push his ass back against Hyunwoo, searching for that delicious friction again, but he was held in place by strong hands. He looked over his shoulder and threw a glare at Hyunwoo - who simply chuckled at how unthreatening he looked with a cute pout and wet blonde hair matted against his forehead - before reaching out of the shower to grab something from the counter. Kihyun’s eyes followed his arm questioningly as he brought it back in, curious as to what his boyfriend was doing. He flushed as the items came into view - a black plug, not too long but definitely having a bit of girth to it, with a bulbous head and subtle ribbing along the sides; and a silicone ring, also black in color, no bigger in diameter than a golf ball. Hyunwoo set the toys down on the edge of the shower next to a bottle of lotion and Kihyun threw him a confused look, brow furrowed cutely. He chewed at his bottom lip as he started to turn around to face Hyunwoo.
“Stay where you are.” Hyunwoo instructed, a strict tone seeping into his voice. “Hands against the wall. And stick your ass out.”
Kihyun felt a shiver run up his spine as he stopped himself and faced the wall again, bringing his arms up and pressing his hands flat against the cool tile as hot water continued to fall on him. He arched his back, pushing his ass towards Hyunwoo, and was met with strong hands groping his ass, kneading the soft flesh. Kihuyn whined as he felt his cheeks being spread, his hole exposed, and he tried to push his ass back against Hyunwoo, craving more. The older man chuckled and gave his ass a particularly rough squeeze before moving away.
Kihyun was about to complain when he felt two fingers against his rim, covered in lotion, moving in slow circles before suddenly plunging in. The younger man squeaked at the sudden intrusion and Hyunwoo gave him a minute, adjusting to the sudden stretch of Hyunwoo’s thick digits. When Kihyun began to move his hips, trying to fuck himself on his boyfriend’s fingers, Hyunwoo smirked and gave his ass a hard slap, the wet smack echoing loudly in the small shower.
“I didn’t say you could move.” Hyunwoo had said plainly before moving his free hand from Kihyun’s ass to his waist, gripping hard, keeping him in place as he began to thrust his fingers roughly into Kihyun’s hole. Kihyun moaned at the sensation, crying out when Hyunwoo began to scissor his fingers, stretching him open. He purposely avoided that bundle of nerves deep inside him and Kihyun would voice his frustrations if the stretch and burn wasn’t absolutely wonderful.
Hyunwoo removed his fingers from Kihyun’s wet hole and grabbed the toy, letting go of the younger man’s waist to pump more lotion into his hand, lathering it onto the plug. He rubbed the head of the toy over Kihyun’s fluttering hole, teasing, before pushing the thick head past the ring of muscle. Kihyun groaned at the stretch. It wasn’t much larger than the two fingers Hyunwoo had prepped him with, nor Hyunwoo himself for that matter, but the girth was considerable. Hyunwoo kept pushing until it was nestled snugly in his ass and Kihyun exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, feeling hot all over.
But when Hyunwoo began to move the toy in his ass, giving a few deep, experimental thrusts, Kihyun came on a broken cry, thighs quivering as he steadied himself against the tile in front of him. Hyunwoo gripped his shoulders and turned him around, eyes traveling down to Kihyun’s tiny cock. It was leaking remnants of cum, flushed a dark pink and bouncing against his tight stomach.
“We need to make sure that doesn’t happen again, baby,” Hyunwoo scolded him, clicking his tongue. He reached over to the edge of the tub and picked up the silicone ring, pumping more lotion into his hand to lather on it. He took Kihyun’s softening cock into his free hand and stroked it, more precum squirting from the tip as it hardened again. Hyunwoo slipped the ring onto Kihyun’s small length and down over his balls.
“Now,” Hyunwoo started, admiring the view in front of him. Kihyun was quivering, body flushed, tips of his ears visibly red. His fingers curled desperately against the shower wall as the hot water continued to beat down against his back. Hyunwoo smiled devilishly. “Let’s see how long you can last.”
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Kihyun does his best to get ready as quickly as he can, struggling to put on the impossibly tight pants that had been picked out for him. He’s thankful that the oversized, black sweater the stylists had chosen will cover his crotch. He makes his way downstairs to the living room, noticing that it’s empty - the rest of the members must have already made their way out to the parking garage. He grabs a protein bar from the cabinet and a bottle of water, though he doesn’t feel particularly hungry. Kihyun makes his way to the front door, slipping on his shoes as best as he can without having to sit down.
Some of the members laugh as he’s the last one to the van shuffling awkwardly, others pulling faces in mock disgust. Hoseok punches Hyunwoo in the shoulder and shoots their leader a knowing smirk while Minhyuk claps Kihyun on the back as he climbs into the front row of seats, wolf whistling in approval. Kihyun’s relieved - albeit incredibly embarrassed - that they seem to have taken his slow waddle of shame to the van as an indicator of something else, and not the current situation that he’s actually found himself in.
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He glances up at the woman in front of him, who had just seated herself. She gives him a charming smile, glossy lips curled up and warm eyes crinkling at the corners, the soft curls of her blonde hair framing her round face. Kihyun sets down his water bottle and does his best to return it, but it feels incredibly insincere.
“Kihyun-ssi, thank you for all of your hard work this comeback! Your dance break is so mesmerizing to watch,” she tells him excitedly, reaching out for his hands. Kihyun complies, gently taking her small hands in his. There’s a pause in her speech as their hands come in contact but she quickly continues talking, Kihyun paying attention as best as he can, nodding and smiling when appropriate. His tummy tightens just then as the plug presses a bit deeper into him and he grimaces, cursing Hyunwoo internally, but quickly replaces it with a grin, hoping she hadn’t noticed.
“Kihyun-ah, are you not feeling well today?”
He panics a bit at the question, hearing Hyunwoo chuckling under his breath next to him.
“I’m fine...just a bit tired is all,” he answers as smoothly as he can, relieved when she gives him a worried look, reassuring her with a wink and a gentle squeeze of her hands in his. When he shifts a bit in his seat, however, trying to get more comfortable, a soft moan escapes his lips as the toy inside him presses right up against his prostate. He immediately freezes, nervously looking at the woman in front of him, all too aware of the burning in his cheeks, sweat prickling the back of his neck. She’s quiet, looking at him with wide eyes, a sudden blush spreading across her face.
She knows.
Kihyun grits his teeth and looks at her with pleading eyes, brows furrowed, biting his bottom lip anxiously. He gives her hands a tight, apologetic squeeze and she seems to return to her senses at that, shooting him an awkward smile as she gets up, saying her goodbyes as she moves over into the next seat in front of Jooheon, who greets her excitedly.
He gets through the rest of the fansign without any other serious bumps in the road, being able to easily brush off prying questions and confused looks with a sweet smile and reassurance that he’s just tired, that he stayed up late practicing last night. Occasionally, he feels Hyunwoo’s hand on his thigh under the table. It’s large and hot, grounding but at the same time incredibly lewd with the way he’s moving his palm, rubbing dangerously close to his crotch at times. Kihyun does his best to hold back the tiny mewls and whines that he so badly wants to let out, willing himself to not give in and curl into the man next to him.
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When the signing is finally, finally finished, Kihyun feels like an absolute wreck. He probably looks like one too. Strands of his recently bleached hair are sticking to his forehead. His legs feel like jelly, and he’s almost certain there’s a noticeable quiver in his voice when it’s his turn to say his goodbyes and thank you’s.
As the members wave to their fans, shuffling off the stage and into the back hallway where the dressing rooms and rear entrances are, Kihyun’s knees grow weak. When they’re completely out of sight, he nearly collapses, falling back heavily against Hyunwoo who smiles down at him fondly, supporting him with ease. The rest of the members spare the two of them a glance before continuing down the hall without them. Kihyun hears Minhyuk trying to hold back his giggles, Hoseok guffawing loudly next to him while Jooheon turns an amusing shade of red. Hyungwon makes a face, and Changkyun chooses to ignore them entirely.
“Just make sure you’re not back too late,” Hyungwon says before turning on his heel, leaving Kihyun and Hyunwoo alone in the middle of the hallway. At least they won’t get up to anything in the van again.
Kihyun feels shame and embarrassment flood him with the knowledge that his bandmates have finally realized exactly what’s going on and he whines in frustration. Hyunwoo laughs at his expense, a deep rumble in his chest that Kihyun can feel from where he’s practically smothered in Hyunwoo’s arms. He turns around in Hyunwoo’s hold and looks up at the older man with watery eyes, lips pulled down into a pout as he tries to ignore the coil that’s been building in his stomach for the past few hours.
“Use your words, baby. What do you want?” Hyunwoo asks, amusement ever present in his voice. He loves how desperate Kihyun gets, loves to tease until he’s an absolute mess in Hyunwoo’s arms. Kihyun licks his lips, choosing his next words carefully.
“Want y-your cock,” he starts shyly, stuttering as he clenches around the plug, wishing so badly that it was Hyunwoo inside of him. “Feel you filling me up...want to cum with your cock inside me, hyung.”
Hyunwoo looks down at him, amused at his words, before delivering a hard smack to Kihyun’s ass. The younger man keens, the strength of it pushing him further into Hyunwoo’s chest.
“That girl watching you…how wet do you think her pussy got while looking at you? Probably soaked her panties when she saw you all hot and bothered, so obviously trying to keep yourself together like some dumb bitch in heat. You want everyone to know what a slut you are? That you get off on having a toy up your ass and a ring around your pathetic little cock while you’re in public, in front of dozens of cameras no less?”
Kihyun feels his dick throb inside the tight pants and he squirms in Hyunwoo’s hold, feeling tears begin to spill over at the corners of his eyes.
“H-hyung…” he hiccups out, sensitive all over as he begins to beg. “Please fuck me...need you to cum inside me, need to be stretched out by you, want you so bad.”
Hyunwoo smiles at the needy confession and wipes at a few of the tears on Kihyun’s cheeks before pulling him in for a searing kiss. Kihyun immediately melts into it, eagerly parting his lips for Hyunwoo’s tongue to slip inside, dancing around his. Hyunwoo quickly slips his hands down Kihyun’s back to grab at his ass, kneading the soft flesh in his large hands, pushing Kihyun flush against his larger body. The younger whines at the hands on his ass and the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against Hyunwoo’s, assaulted by sensation on both sides.
The approaching sound of footsteps has Hyunwoo reluctantly pulling away, eyeing how absolutely dazed his boyfriend looks in front of him, before pulling him into a nearby waiting room. When they’re inside, Hyunwoo makes sure the door is locked before shucking his jacket off and pulling Kihyun over to the couch on the far end of the room. He sits down and looks up at Kihyun expectantly, who’s toying with the hem of his sweater, eyes flitting around nervously.
“Strip for me,” Hyunwoo says plainly, enjoying the deep blush that crawls up from Kihyun’s neck and to his cheeks, staining them a vibrant crimson. With shaky hands, Kihyun reaches for the button of his pants, popping them open and unzipping them, slowly pushing them down past his hips and his legs. He peels them off the rest of the way and tosses them to the side before crossing his arms in front of him and grabbing the bottom of the sweater, pulling it up over his head before throwing it in the same direction as his pants.
“Underwear too, Kihyunnie,” the older man tells him, a smile tugging at his lips. Kihyun bites his lip, fingers toying with the waistband before pushing them down over the curve of his ass and letting them slip down his legs to the floor. He whines softly as his swollen cock bobs against his stomach, finally free from the confines of his tight clothes and soaked in precum. Hyunwoo reaches out and takes Kihyun’s hands in his much larger ones and tugs him forward, Kihyun letting himself be pulled into Hyunwoo’s lap, straddling muscular thighs. He can’t deny that the contrast of his nudity to Hyunwoo’s fully clothed state arouses him further.
Hyunwoo is totally enamored with the sight before him. The usually hot-headed, quick tempered Kihyun reduced to a submissive, whining mess in his lap is certainly something. Despite his need for control and order, he knows that Kihyun loves to be stripped bare and broken down, loves to let someone else take control for once. Sex is often the only time he can let go of expectations and allow himself to be taken apart and put back together again by Hyunwoo’s capable hands, completely submitting himself to the older man.
“You did so well today, baby,” Hyunwoo starts, letting go of Kihyun’s hands to settle them on his waist, gently rubbing his sides. Kihyun shivers at the sensation and moves his hands to the front of Hyunwoo’s shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric. “Let hyung take care of you now.”
At those words, Kihyun sinks deeper into his submissive state, nodding shyly. Soft moans escape his lips as Hyunwoo’s large hands move down to his ass, gently kneading the warm flesh, spreading his cheeks apart lewdly. The older man maneuvers his hands lower, feeling for the base of the toy. Hyunwoo finds it and holds the base, beginning to pull it out, giving a few shallow, teasing thrusts as he goes. Kihyun whines at the feeling, his grip on Hyunwoo’s shirt tightening. Hyunwoo smiles to himself and pulls the toy out completely, reveling in the cry of disappointment that Kihyun makes. He sets the plug next to him on the couch, and uses his free hand to undo his pants and push them down to his thighs as best as he can with Kihyun a moaning mess in his lap.
He pulls his cock from his dark boxers, heavy in his hands and quickly hardening. Kihyun looks down in awe at their size difference, aroused by the image of his small chub next to Hyunwoo’s thick length. He tries to swallow down a whimper but Hyunwoo hears it and laughs, fishing a packet of lube from his pants pocket. He tears it open with his teeth and moves his other hand from its place on Kihyun’s ass, squeezing the lube into his palm. He takes both of them in hand and Kihyun cries out at the sensation of finally being touched, at the feeling of his pretty little cock pressed up against Hyunwoo’s impressive length. He tries rolling his hips, desperate for some sort of friction, but Hyunwoo holds him in place with his strong grip. Hyunwoo strokes them together, slow drags of his hand up and down that drives Kihyun crazy, has him babbling incoherently, wet hole clenching around nothing.
“H-Hyunwoo…” he hiccups out, fingers twisting in the fabric of the older man’s shirt. “Don’t tease…” Kihyun says softly, panting as Hyunwoo angles his wrist and picks up the pace of his strokes before slowing down again, watching Kihyun carefully.
“How do you want it, baby?”
“Want you - oh - to bend me over the couch, mess me up, need you to fuck me until I can’t think straight,” Kihyun whines, trying to buck up into Hyunwoo’s hand again but the older man keeps him still.
“Such a dirty mouth on you,” Hyunwoo chides, pulling Kihyun closer to him and beginning to quicken his strokes again. Kihyun gasps at the feeling and Hyunwoo takes the chance to kiss him, lick into his mouth, tightening his grip on Kihyun like he’s afraid to let go. Kihyun whimpers as Hyunwoo presses his tongue against the roof of Kihyun’s mouth, the friction on his cock pushing him to the point of tears. The pleasure rolls over him in waves, sucking on Hyunwoo’s tongue as the older man twists his wrist, rubbing the heads of their cocks.
When Hyunwoo bites on his lower lip, pressure firm as he continues to stroke them, Kihyun twitches, feels a familiar warmth coiling in his belly. He whimpers against Hyunwoo’s mouth, hands moving up quickly to tangle in Hyunwoo’s hair as he humps into the older man’s hand, the slide perfect. It only takes a few more weak, desperate rolls of his hips before he’s shuddering, dry orgasm leaving him wrecked as he cries out in frustration. He slumps forward against Hyunwoo, breathing heavily as his forehead rests on Hyunwoo’s shoulder. Hyunwoo moves his hand to Kihyun’s thigh and gives it a rough squeeze, turning his head to press a kiss against Kihyun’s hair.
“So fucking pretty,” Kihyun hears whispered against his ear and it makes him shudder all over, warm breath against his skin. “Gonna fuck you so good, make you squirt all over my cock.”
And Kihyun whines obscenely, warmth spreading all over his body as his cock stirs in interest at Hyunwoo’s words. Gently, carefully, Hyunwoo moves his hand back towards Kihyun’s crotch, reaching down to roll the cock ring off of his length, kissing up and down the younger man’s neck. Kihyun gasps at the feeling, Hyunwoo’s hand ghosting over him but never fully touching, and there’s already precum leaking from the tip as Hyunwoo tugs the ring the rest of the way off.
“Look at you, kitten...such a mess,” Hyunwoo says against his skin, low and sensual in the back of his throat. Kihyun can only shudder at Hyunwoo’s words, the older man moving his hand away to set the ring next to the plug before turning his attention back to Kihyun once more. He looks Kihyun over, lust obvious in the depths of his warm brown eyes, watching every twitch of Kihyun’s body, every shaky exhale as the younger tries to keep himself together.
Hyunwoo moves one of his hands to Kihyun’s thigh, taps it twice. Kihyun understands immediately, straightens up before moving off of Hyunwoo’s lap slowly. Hyunwoo stands up next, follows his movements and watches as the younger man walks over to the side of the couch. Kihyun carefully positions himself over the arm of the couch, his toes barely touching the floor. His arms are folded in front of him, keeping his face from being pressed against the cushions, and Hyunwoo is mesmerized by the sight of Kihyun’s ass on display just for him, hole wet and loose, waiting for his cock.
Kihyun can’t see him at all, so when he feels Hyunwoo’s large hands spreading his cheeks and his tongue circling his rim, he startles forward. But Hyunwoo just holds onto him securely, burying his face between the globes of Kihyun’s ass as he licks and sucks at the ring of muscle. Kihyun’s shaking all over, biting the side of his hand to muffle his moans as his cock is pressed against the arm of the couch, the position limiting his movements.
When Hyunwoo pushes his tongue inside, Kihyun screws his eyes shut, whining obscenely as Hyunwoo begins to shallowly fuck into him with his thick tongue. He alternates between pressing his tongue deeply inside, and circling it around the rim almost lazily, and it drives Kihyun up the wall. It feels incredible, that familiar coil tightening in his groin, but it’s simultaneously too much and not enough and he presses his ass back against Hyunwoo’s face, desperate for more. He swears he feels Hyunwoo smirk against his rim before he pulls away and Kihyun wails pathetically.
He whines at being denied a proper orgasm for the second time, feels dizzy as the tight heat simmers back down to a gentle warmth in his tummy. But he’s barely given a moment to catch his breath before he feels Hyunwoo’s cock rubbing against his hole, catching on the rim with each upward roll of his hips, never fully entering him. The pressure on his rim feels so good, and it makes Kihyun want to cry. He pushes his hips back, trying to get Hyunwoo’s cock to slip inside, desperate and aching for more.
Hyunwoo watches Kihyun grinding his hips backwards and smirks. He decides to have mercy on him and enters the younger man slowly, easily, pleased at the loud whines and curses that leave Kihyun’s mouth. Kihyun sobs into his arms; despite the toy being in him for the last couple of hours, it’s still a tight fit. The stretch burns wonderfully, heat licking up his spine as Hyunwoo seats himself fully inside of Kihyun, giving him a moment to adjust. Kihyun knows his knees would buckle if he wasn’t bent over the arm of the couch, laid bare for Hyunwoo to use as he pleased.
“You like that, kitten? Like having hyung’s cock in you?” Hyunwoo asks, rolls his hips slowly the way he knows Kihyun likes. He watches as Kihyun shakes below him, frantically nods his head. His face is buried in his arms but Hyunwoo can see the way the tips of his ears burn a lovely shade of red. He smirks, pulls out a bit before pushing in roughly, revelling in the way Kihyun squeaks at the sudden movement.
“What would your fans think if they saw you like this, hm?” Hyunwoo says, teasing, fucking into Kihyun at a faster pace this time. “Their handsome, talented Kihyunnie spreading himself open and begging for his hyung’s cock.”
He watches his cock disappear into Kihyun repeatedly, hips pistoning as Kihyun tightens around him. And all Kihyun can do is whine, Hyunwoo’s words leaving him breathless as the older man pushes into him over and over again, stretching him out in all the right ways. Hyunwoo’s hands are hot and firm on his waist as he begins to guide Kihyun back onto his cock with each fluid roll of his hips, leaning forward to kiss along Kihyun’s shoulders.
The new position drives Hyunwoo deeper than before, head of his cock pressing right up against Kihyun’s prostate suddenly, causing stars to dance across Kihyun’s vision as he moans. He knows Hyunwoo is proud of himself when the older man bites down on his shoulder suddenly and begins focusing his thrusts on that spot. Hyunwoo pounds into him repeatedly with renewed vigor and all Kihyun can do is take it. He looks over his shoulder at one point, mesmerized by the image of Hyunwoo’s head hung low, expression determined as he’s thrusting into Kihyun and fuck if the sight doesn’t make Kihyun’s stomach flip.
Hyunwoo glances up just then, notices Kihyun watching him, a smirk tugging at his full lips. It makes Kihyun feel like his heart has leapt into his throat, that expression of confidence that comes with knowing he’s the only one that gets to have Kihyun like this. And Kihyun absolutely melts under his gaze, lets his impending orgasm wash over him in that moment, heat licking up his spine and making him quiver all over. Before he can realize what’s happening, give Hyunwoo some sort of warning, he’s cumming all over his stomach and the side of the couch, eyes screwed shut as he cries out Hyunwoo’s name.
A shiver runs through Hyunwoo at the visual, Kihyun cumming untouched on his cock, face flushed and his features twisted in ecstasy, brows furrowed, mouth hanging open. It only takes a few more rough, desperate thrusts before Hyunwoo is cumming inside of Kihyun, buried to the hilt as he empties inside of his boyfriend. Kihyun moans obscenely at the feeling of Hyunwoo’s cum inside of him, the older man riding out his orgasms with weak thrusts before pulling out. He stands up straight, admires the way his cum spills from Kihyun’s abused hole, thighs twitching, Kihyun’s back rising and falling as he catches his breath.
Gently, he helps Kihyun up, supports the younger man’s weight against his own as he lays Kihyun down on the couch, wipes him off with a clean towel from a nearby closet.
“You alright?” Hyunwoo asks, looking at Kihyun’s dazed expression. The younger glances at him, nods a bit, hums contentedly as Hyunwoo finishes wiping him down with broad, careful motions.
“Can I help you get dressed?” Hyunwoo continues with a fond smile, before pressing soft kisses to Kihyun’s cheek, feeling the way Kihyun’s face is tugging into a smile as well, underneath his lips.
“In a few minutes,” Kihyun mumbles, turning his head to look at Hyunwoo with so much love and affection before meeting his lips with his own.