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The headache is already present before Sunwoo even opens his eyes. It throbs behind his brows, like it has been doing nonstop recently, from sleeping way less than the recommended amount weeks in a row. They’re preparing for their comeback, practicing every single day before dragging themselves back to the dorms, too exhausted to do anything but wash up and collapse in bed.
He knows he hasn’t even bothered to pass out in the right bed last night, though, because there’s a body buried in the covers next to him, one arm heavy on his waist. Sunwoo leans into the warmth in a stretch, limbs extending as far as he can manage. He feels tension leave his body as he settles back into the embrace with a long exhale, hugging Chanhee closer to his chest.
“—Sunwoo-yah?”
Sunwoo grunts noncommittally, Chanhee’s voice muffled through his stuffy head. He turns his face into the pillow, eyes remaining stubbornly closed. He’s aware that they have some kind of early morning schedule today, stretching far into the evening like they tend to do. Honestly, it’s the last thing he wants to do today.
And still, Chanhee is nudging him gently, placing a soft kiss on his neck. Sunwoo tightens his arms around his slight frame. He feels vibrations against his chest as if Chanhee’s laughing at him.
“Yah, Sunwoo.”
“Mh?” Sunwoo manages, lips barely parting around the sound. “‘Time’s it?”
Chanhee doesn’t offer an answer. Instead, Sunwoo feels a thigh wiggle between his legs, and it might’ve been an accident, except Chanhee presses it up until it’s flush against Sunwoo’s crotch. And despite his valiant attempt to fall back asleep, Sunwoo feels himself twitch in his underwear, unaware that he’d most definitely been pressing his morning wood up against Chanhee while they’d been sleeping.
“Sunwoo,” Chanhee murmurs, “Can I suck you off?”
God . Sunwoo groans, eyes remaining stubbornly shut. His hips jerk forward into the pressure of Chanhee’s thigh. Blunt nails trail down the overheated skin of his back, Chanhee’s warm palm smoothing over the burn on the upstroke. Sunwoo sighs; there’s no way he’s gonna fall back asleep, not with the way Chanhee has begun placing open-mouthed kisses along the skin of his throat, and the way his own hips have adopted a mind of their own against the pressure of Chanhee’s thigh.
“Sunwoo.”
“Mh? Oh, yeah,” he mumbles, slowly, slowly unsticking himself from Chanhee and falling to his back as Chanhee ducks under the covers.
Holy fuck, he needs to wake up. He covers his face with both palms, dragging them down and digging his fingertips into his eye sockets, stretching his cheeks downward in an attempt to rouse himself from sleep. Chanhee nudges his legs apart under the covers and kisses his lower tummy, slick tongue peeking out between his lips. Sunwoo feels his cock growing stiff in his underwear.
He lets his hands fall away from his face, blinking his eyes onto the ceiling instead as Chanhee’s nimble fingers work their way under the waistband of his underwear, tugging until Sunwoo lifts his butt off the mattress. He leaves them tangled around one of his ankles, forgotten as he feels Chanhee’s hand around the base of his cock and his lithe tongue on the sensitive skin of the head. And fucking hell , Sunwoo scrambles to reach down and push the covers away clumsily, sleep-weak legs kicking the offending fabric away.
Chanhee looks up at him through his eyelashes, skin flushed from sleep and the warm air underneath the covers, eyes and lips still swollen and puffy.
He’s a fucking sight first thing in the morning, Sunwoo decides, so pretty like he always is. And they really don’t get to do this often; between schedules and practice and maneuvering around the rest of the members, it’s fucking hard to find time, let alone enough of it to really appreciate the sight of Chanhee between his legs. Those lips, so delicate and pink, wrapped around the swell of his cock, Chanhee’s expressive eyes rolling back into his head when Sunwoo will grab his hair and force him down deeper. His throat, working to swallow around the head of his cock, so good, and yet—
“What’re you thinking about?” Chanhee asks, careful hand sliding from base to tip on Sunwoo’s cock, foreskin moving to cover his sensitive tip on the upstroke.
“You,” Sunwo rasps, voice low.
“Yeah?”
Sunwoo pillows the back of his head on his forearm, reaching his free hand down to swipe Chanhee’s hair away from his face. “Yeah,” he whispers, “So pretty, hyung.”
Chanhee scoffs. “Are you saying that so I’ll suck your dick?”
“Mh, yes,” Sunwoo agrees, eyes trailing down to watch the slow movement of Chanhee’s hand on him. “Suck my dick, hyung.”
“Say please.”
Sunwoo resists the urge to roll his eyes into the back of his head. “We have a schedule.”
“Hurry then.” Chanhee tightens his hand around the base of Sunwoo’s cock, staying there. “Say ‘please hyungie’.”
Normally, Sunwoo would probably refuse and say something about his obvious humiliation-kink just to push Chanhee’s buttons, because he likes when Chanhee teases and gets a little mean with frustration, but he’s honestly afraid Chanhee will leave him to go get ready for the day, hard and alone and in the top bunk of his bed. So, naturally, he mutters out a please hyungie for Chanhee, eyes fluttering shut when it immediately has Chanhee propped on his elbow next to Sunwoo’s hip, sucking the head of his cock into his mouth.
“Fuck, hyung,” Sunwoo groans, thighs twitching further apart, toes curling against the mattress. He tangles his hand in Chanhee’s sleep-mussed hair.
Chanhee’s lazy about it, lips barely meeting his hand on the base of Sunwoo’s cock like he normally would work up to if they didn’t have any particularly vocal-heavy schedules. Instead, he gently tongues Sunwoo’s foreskin down and angles his cock into the silky pocket of his cheek. He lays his head on Sunwoo’s thigh, eyes gazing up, lips stretched around the girth of him and Sunwoo loses his fucking breath at the sight. Gently, he pets a hand down the side of his face, thumbing at the stretched corner of his lips and watching as Chanhee’s eyes flutter shut.
Sunwoo thinks Chanhee truly looks the best in this part of the morning that’s still dark and eerily quiet, when he’s all ruffled and soft from sleep, pliant enough to allow Sunwoo to get him a little messy.
Sunwoo reaches up to grab a hold of his hair again, hissing when Chanhee pulls off to cup the length of his cock, tongue pressing flat against the exposed head. He laves wetly against the bumps on the veiny underside, the tip of his tongue pressing into the spot underneath the head that has Sunwoo’s abs tightening and hips kicking up.
“Hyung,” he groans, fingernails digging into his own scalp at the back of his head.
Chanhee hums against him, sounding pleased with Sunwoo’s reaction, before feeding his cock back into his own mouth. He tongues over Sunwoo’s slit, and Sunwoo hisses, using his hold on Chanhee’s hair to tug him back off his cock. In normal circumstances, Chanhee would definitely complain about Sunwoo taking control, but now, he allows himself to be pulled off with a slick sound resonating in the quiet room, Sunwoo’s spit-slick cock falling to his stomach.
Chanhee looks fucking debauched already, smiling breathlessly up at Sunwoo before ducking back down despite Sunwoo’s grip on his hair, bopping his head properly, closing his eyes as he tightens the suction of his cheeks. Sunwoo’s eyes fall shut, lips falling open, his hand in Chanhee’s hair relaxing into the rhythm of his head.
“Fuck, just like that, hyung,” he whispers, legs spreading further on the narrow bed, feet digging into the mattress and thighs flexing as he cants his hips up into Chanhee’s mouth. “Feels good.”
Chanhee moans around his cock, the sound low and guttural, and Sunwoo digs the top of his head into the pillow, back arching into it. His hips twitch, and there’s already a pull in his balls, the familiar feeling of an orgasm simmering beneath the surface. He presses his lips together and tries to keep his groans down as Chanhee keeps up a steady pace on him, his cock throbbing with the need to release against Chanhee’s wet tongue.
And then there’s a muffled bump from the outside of the dark room, followed by hushed voices talking.
It’s like the sound of a fucking whiplash to Sunwoo’s sensitive head, an ice-cold bucket of water in his face suddenly remembering where they are, and the fact that they, oh fuck yeah, live with nine other people in a cramped dorm with no locks on the door and paper-thin walls.
He jolts upright, forcing Chanhee’s mouth off his cock. “Dude!” he hisses, “Eric?”
“He just went to go shower,” Chanhee breathes, frowning up at him, “Kim Sunwoo I am not an exhibitionist.”
Sunwoo falls back on the mattress with a sigh of relief. Jesus fuck — he lets out a small laugh, which pathetically turns into a choked off moan when Chanhee tongues over the swollen tip of his cock.
“You might be though,” Chanhee muses.
Sunwoo glares down at him. “Definitely not.”
Chanhee slides his hand up his wet cock, which is, admittedly, still very hard despite the small heart-attack Sunwoo just endured. “Why are you so close then? Does the thought of Eric catching us do it for you?”
Sunwoo squeezes his eyes shut, groaning. “My erection just went away.”
“Definitely did not.”
Sunwoo looks down at him. “Just get to it or he might actually catch us,” he says, reaching down to take a hold of Chanhee’s slick chin.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Chanhee mutters, but he sucks him back in without another word.
Sunwoo sighs, willing the thought of Eric away as his gut twists with pleasure. He watches as Chanhee picks the rhythm back up, so good for him, his mouth impossibly hot and such a fucking sight.
“Mh, God, hyung,” he mutters, suppressing his desire to groan at the sensation of Chanhee’s tongue digging into his slit because someone is definitely outside the door, perhaps in the kitchen eating breakfast or waiting for the bathroom to be free. And, okay, maybe, the thought has Sunwoo’s hips jerking upwards a little, head rolling back.
Sunwoo picks his head back up, unwilling to go even a second without watching Chanhee between his splayed thighs, the way a slight frown appears between his neat eyebrows as he picks up speed a little, eyes closed and lips slick with spit and pre-come. Sunwoo feels himself hitting the back of Chanhee’s throat, swallowing back a groan and biting his lip as Chanhee makes a wet noise around him.
“Fuck, baby,” Sunwoo murmurs, tilting Chanhee’s head up until their eyes meet. “You’re so good to me.”
Chanhee’s cheeks turn slightly rosier, and Sunwoo bites his lip, taking in the sight of Chanhee’s glassy eyes and mouth full of cock — so fucking pretty. He feels heat curling up his spine, holding Chanhee’s head still as he rocks his hips up, carefully, just to see if Chanhee will allow him. He grins when Chanhee closes his eyes and breathes harshly out through his nose, hand falling away from the base of his cock to settle on his thigh; a silent go ahead.
He grabs Chanhee’s hair tight and thrusts his hips up, breath stuttering as he feels Chanhee relaxing into it, sucking him in effortlessly. He allows Sunwoo to set a leisure pace, to fuck up into his mouth and to pull him down by his hair when his glutes start protesting.
Sunwoo lets a groan slip out from between his lips, warmth surging up the back of his neck and hands shaking as he buries them in Chanhee’s hair, pushing him further down on his cock. And Chanhee just takes it, obscene sounds falling from his throat and driving Sunwoo so close to the edge. It’s unfairly hot, Chanhee just letting him, offering no resistance as he works his lips over Sunwoo’s hard cock. The pleasure burns up his spine, white, hot, unbearable.
“F-fuck, baby,” he manages through uneven breaths, craning his neck to watch Chanhee, “You’re taking me so well. Such a good cocksucker.”
Chanhee whimpers, blinking wet eyes open and peering up at Sunwoo, eyebrows knitted together as he takes it, letting himself get fucked, and God, it’s a fucking power trip. Sunwoo doesn’t stand a chance.
“Shit, gonna come,” he warns, voice strained, allowing Chanhee to pull off his cock with a gasp. His eyes roll up when Chanhee immediately wraps a hand back around him, mouth hanging open as he works his palm over the slick skin at a relentless pace.
“Come on, Sunwoo-yah,” he whispers, peering up at him, and he’s filthy, chin wet with spit and cheeks so fucking flushed from sucking Sunwoo’s cock. “Come for hyung.”
“Shit,” Sunwoo gasps, thighs trembling, pleasure turning into something hot and sticky as he stares into Chanhee’s eyes.
And then Sunwoo is seeing fucking stars, legs drawing up and hips stuttering as he feels the orgasm crash over him, mouth falling open and eyelids spasming against the onslaught of pleasure. He feels his stomach tense, muscles locking up before he remembers to breathe, letting the waves of pleasure wash over him as he shoots come all over his own belly and Chanhee’s hand. He stutters out a groan, reaching down to fit his hand over Chanhee’s. His head falls back on the pillow with a thump, chest heaving. Holy fuck.
“Fuck,” he breathes, heart pounding in his chest.
He feels Chanhee crawl up his body, laying down pressed to his side. He wipes his hand on Sunwoo's abdomen, slow and deliberate, and Sunwoo doesn't even fucking mind.
“You came a lot,” he remarks.
“Shut up, please.”
Chanhee giggles, hand skating gently up his chest. “You’re cute.”
Sunwoo hums, swallowing thickly as he tilts his head down to catch Chanhee’s eyes. He looks disheveled, wrecked, mouth swollen, his hair a mess from Sunwoo’s hands in it and splotches of red decorating the flushed skin of his neck and continuing down under his flimsy sleep-shirt. Sunwoo cranes his neck down to kiss him. Chanhee opens his mouth against it instantly, a swipe of tongue that has Sunwoo tasting his own musk. It's a lazy and slow glide, quiet enough that the sounds of their members waking up and getting ready for the day flits through the closed door. Sunwoo smoothes his hand softly down Chanhee's tee shirt-clad back, continuing down the soft line of his thigh and hooking underneath his knee to pull his body closer to his own. Chanhee sighs against his mouth, allowing himself to be maneuvered until his hips are flush against Sunwoo's hipbone.
"Sucking me off get you this hard?" Sunwoo mumbles into the kiss.
The comment isn't meant to be teasing as much as pointing out the obvious, but Chanhee's hand tightens around Sunwoo's jaw, thumb and index enclosing his chin into the soft skin between the two fingers. "I’ll kill you."
"Mh." Sunwoo pulls back to look him in the eyes. "C’mon, hyung, it's hot."
Chanhee doesn't respond, and Sunwoo sighs, huffing as he struggles to turn onto his side while refusing to let go of the thigh swung over his waist. He presses their bodies flush before sneaking his free hand down to palm over the stretched material of Chanhee's briefs. Chanhee doesn't react save for the telling flutter of his eyelids. He tilts Sunwoo's face down by his jaw, eyes wide in the dark of the room.
"I like that you enjoy sucking me off so much," Sunwoo murmurs. "It's hot."
Chanhee hums. "Stop talking."
Sunwoo tightens his hand around Chanhee's cock, a small sense of victory flooding his senses when Chanhee lets out a shaky exhale into the space between them. "You're so stubborn, hyung," he says, "Let me take care of you, okay?"
Chanhee rolls his eyes but stays quiet. Sunwoo knows that's as close to acceptance as he'll get, so he moves in to seal their lips again, sneaking his hand underneath the fabric of Chanhee's underwear and starts jerking him off at a pace he knows will have Chanhee on the edge soon. He caresses his thigh with his free hand, rubbing his hand up and down the smooth skin, venturing down to cub Chanhee's asscheek through his underwear, pulling him in closer by the supple swell of muscle.
Chanhee whimpers against his lips, faint and throaty and like the sound had forced itself out of him, made it through his defenses. And while there's definitely something to be said about Chanhee pleasuring him, Sunwoo adores this; Chanhee falling apart against the hues of pleasure while Sunwoo remains level-headed to witness it, the way Chanhee stands his ground until he can't, letting himself give in to the orgasm.
Sunwoo presses two fingers carefully to Chanhee’s hole through his briefs, putting light pressure.
Chanhee breaks the kiss, breath uneven. "Sunwoo."
"Mh," Sunwoo murmurs, "Fuck, baby. I wish I could fuck you right now."
Chanhee moans, lips pressed together but failing to muffle the sound. His hand slides up to rest against Sunwoo's nape, insistent. His leg tightens around Sunwoo's body, and they're pressed so close together that Sunwoo’s arm is unable to move and Chanhee is forced to thrust into the tight, wet ring of his hand if he wants to keep up the stimulation. Sunwoo's eyes search Chanhee's hooded ones, feeling surrounded and suffocated by Chanhee's limbs around him, and he fucking loves it.
"Are you gonna come, hyung?" he whispers against Chanhee's slack lips, coercing his hips to move faster by his grip on Chanhee's ass.
Chanhee makes a small, choked-off sound, hand tightening painfully on Sunwoo's nape, and then his eyes are rolling into his skull, stuttering through a quiet orgasm. His voice tends to get caught in his throat as it washes over him, Sunwoo knows, patiently waiting for the moment his body jerks almost violently and he releases his breath into a lengthy moan.
He watches as it runs its course, chuckling when Chanhee hides his head in the space between the mattress and Sunwoo’s neck. Sunwoo lets out a deep sigh, slipping his hand free from Chanhee’s underwear before pulling him even closer, relaxing into the embrace. He smiles privately when he feels Chanhee do the same.
Silence falls over Chanhee’s bedroom once again, and Sunwoo almost slips back into sleep, except he’s burning up and his skin is sticking to Chanhee’s with sweat and come. He doesn’t protest when Chanhee finally lets out a groan and pushes him away, taking the opportunity to stretch out on his back, one arm hanging off the edge of Chanhee’s bed. “Fuck, it’s hot in here,” he complains.
Chanhee hums, getting up on his elbow. He turns to look at Sunwoo. “We need to air out before Eric can come in here,” he murmurs, and then adds, like an afterthought, pointing one slim finger at him, "Also, if you ever call me a cocksucker again, I swear to god, Kim Sunwoo."
Sunwoo tries playing innocent, blinking up at Chanhee like he has no idea what he’s talking about. He laughs through a huff of air when Chanhee punches his chest and then grabs his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut as his cheeks warm, grinning as goofily as he can manage so Chanhee won't actually try to block his airflow.
Chanhee rolls his eyes, falling back on the pillow beside him with his lower lip tucked between his teeth. The corner of his lips curve upwards, and Sunwoo moves to lay on his side again so he can thumb Chanhee’s lip free, watching the sweet smile bloom on his face.
And really, he thinks having to tug loose shorts over his sensitive junk and quietly leave the room just to make immediate eye contact with Eric impatiently waiting outside is kind of worth it, seeing Chanhee smile at him like that. Fucking fool, he is, clearly.