Work Text:
Seungcheol has heard a lot about Kihyun. He's a big fan of Monsta X, and he's kinda-sorta gym buddies with Shownu - meaning he watches the man squat from afar sometimes. Still, he's heard a lot about Kihyun. Mostly about his vocals and his good looks, and Seungcheol isn't deaf or blind. Kihyun gives Jeonghan a run for his money, but Seungcheol had only ever seen Kihyun on backstage TV screens and far off stages. Styled, dyed hair with smoky eyeliner and a fierce gaze, beauty that's plain to see and flaunted by his company and his members alike.
Seungcheol had only ever seen Kihyun behind the lights, camera, actions screen of performance - before tonight. He doesn't know how much time it took for Kihyun's dancing to turn into grinding back against him, pawing at his arm muscles and whispering in his ear. He doesn't know how his legs managed to take them back here to the bar supply closet when Kihyun turned them to jelly with a well placed hand on Seungcheol's shamefully thickening cock on the dance floor and a "I heard you've been asking about me, Cheol-ah."
Seungcheol has heard a lot about Kihyun, and he'll never forget what they say about his mouth and hips when he's caught you. He can't believe he's about to find out if the rumors are true.
--------------------
He is obedient to Kihyun's every move, following his lead without hesitation. Kihyun pulls his chin down only slightly, taking his lips in a deep kiss that has Seungcheol gasping in moments.
"Am I as good as Hannie?" Kihyun asks, his voice dark and seductive. Seungcheol shakes his head, trying to clear the cloud of need from it to think straight. "No?"
"Y-yes... yes..."
"Am I better?"
"I don't know... show me" Seungcheol tries to take another kiss but Kihyun stops him, grinning at the challenge.
He takes Seungcheol in another deep kiss, letting him get his guard down when he suddenly shoves high thick thigh between the other's, pressing hard against his cock and making the younger gasp in surprise. He uses his strong thighs to tease Seungcheol for a minute before the other is begging for more. Kihyun just chuckles, knowing what's about to come.
--------------------
With a grin, Kihyun just shakes his head. "What, is this not enough for you Cheol-ah? You're so greedy, we only just met." He emphasizes greedy with a hard press of his thigh into Seungcheol's dick.
Seungcheol lets out a clipped moan at the action, letting his head fall onto Kihyun's shoulder, gripping his biceps. "What..." He stops to wet his tongue, mouth suddenly as dry as the desert at Kihyun's ministrations. "What do you want to do then?"
Kihyun leans back slightly, just enough to lift Seungcheol's chin up to meet his gaze. "I want you to ride my thigh, pretty baby. Wanna hear your sweet moans as you try to get yourself off on me."
Grabbing onto Cheol's hips, he abruptly pulls them forward, setting a brutal pace of sweaty grinding in a closet. It reminds Seungcheol of his predebut days, when him and Jeonghan would sneak off into corners to quickly get each other off. Amused, he thinks Jeonghan and Kihyun would get along beautifully.
A pinch to his hip brings him back to the present, to the pressure building in his core, molten lava pouring over his body. "Get out of that pretty little head of yours, Cheol-ah."
Another rough tug of Seungcheol's hips against the thick, warm thigh has him throwing his head back. "I'm close, hyung. God, fuck, it feels so good Kihyunnie." He whimpers, and he's sure he sounds pathetic.
Kihyun tuts, smiling fondly at Seungcheol. "As much I'd love to keep going, I'm gonna need you to come for me sweet boy. And be loud, I want this whole club to hear you're just a pathetic little slut for me."
And that's all it took for Seungcheol to come in his pants like a teenager, a broken moan escaping his hoarse throat. He felt complete and happy, though he knows he'll wake up with sore thighs and hips. It was totally worth it when he sees the matching