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𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴?
𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲
The second Soobin grabs at his wrist, grip tight and unforgiving, Yeonjun is a goner.
"Where's your courage, hyung?" He taunts, eyes dark and heavy. Boring holes into Yeonjun's trembling mouth. Lips that shake with want and need and the barest hint of fear, such a sweet thing that Soobin seems to breathe in like air.
It's a heady feeling, having Soobin's attention on him. No cameras, no directors, no angles being shouted behind screens like dolls playing dess-up. Just them, Soobin and Yeonjun, standing in the middle of a deserted hotel hallway.
As it always has been, as it always will be. As it was meant to be, for a long time coming now.
Yeonjun takes in a shaky breath of air, oxygen rattling in his lungs tersely. The longer they stand here, the longer Soobin stares at him with overblown pupils, the more antsy Yeonjun feels. Like a reaction he can't control, just being close to Soobin drives him crazy.
Soobin licks his lips, and Yeonjun stares, unable to help it. His eyes are drawn to Soobin's pretty mouth, the shape of it, the way Yeonjun wants it pressed up against his. Owning him, controlling him, leading him—
"I've seen you," Soobin says lowly. "Looking when you think no one is watching. Craving for something you were ashamed of." His lips quirk up into a smirk. Yeonjun is still staring. "I pity you hyung, really. I pity you, so I'll help you out a bit."
Now that draws Yeonjun's attention.
He feels a flush work up his neck, bleeding into his cheeks, softening his face, his gaze. His eyes rise to meet Soobin's head on. And he feels dazed, out of control, when he asks a simple, dismayed, "W-what?"
Soobin smiles, soft, deceiving. "I said," he leans in closer, an inch away, pretty and dangerous. "I'm offering to help you."
His hold on Yeonjun's wrist tightens, his eyes so much more captivating. A pause, and then—
"Aren't I so kind?" He asks, and Yeonjun can do nothing but nod, feverishly, and hope there is a forgiving god out there willing to pardon all of his most shameful desires.
Yeonjun did not have the good sense to check for time. He knows it's close to midnight, that they have maybe half an hour left before everyone is expected in their beds, resting for tomorrow's performance. Yeonjun thinks about it while he stumbles to Soobin's room, head feeling like he's stuffed cotton in it.
It is not altogether an unpleasant feeling.
Soobin's hands are on him the moment Yeonjun shuts the door behind his back. On his neck, on his waist, thumbs on the hollow of his throat as his mouth follows suit. Almost vicious in the way he pulls Yeonjun closer and breathes in heavily.
Eyes half lidded, lips pulled up into a playful smile that will haunt Yeonjun for days. Something so dark in the depth of his gaze, something something something that makes Yeonjun shiver, goosebumps rising at the merest sign of attention from Soobin.
"Hyung," Soobin whispers against his lips, tongue hot and wet against Yeonjun's. "Hyung," he says, sounding so hungry that Yeonjun aches for him. Yeonjun's cock twitches in his pants, and his mouth waters. He wants— he doesn't know, but he wants so so badly. He craves and desires and is desperate for it.
Soobin's hands tangle in his hair, pulling hard, and Yeonjun keens. A sound that would make him want to crawl away in any other situation. Instead, here, he owns up to it and looks straight at Soobin. Daring him to keep going, to use Yeonjun like he's always wanted to.
To own him, utterly and completely.
"Please," Yeonjun says, breathless, and he doesn't know what he's asking for. "Please Soobin," in the softest, most vulnerable voice he's ever heard himself use. It is weak of him, to be reduced to nothing more than a needy boy in front of Soobin. He should care.
He doesn't.
Soobin's fingers are quick, rough as they pull at Yeonjun's pants, and then, at Yeonjun's stained underwear. Just more proof of how much Yeonjun wants him.
He's—
"Jesus," Soobin breathes out, quick and airy. "I want to just, god I want to just eat you up Yeonjun hyung."
Yeonjun lets out a whimper, something that tears at his throat and threatens to become a full blown out moan when Soobin's hand wraps around his leaking cock, touching Yeonjun in a way that feels too good to be true.
His nails are clawing at the old T-shirt Soobin is wearing, digging deep until Soobin grins against Yeonjun's neck and bites down hard. Yeonjun nearly wails.
It's— it's too much. Too quick, too loaded. Yeonjun has no idea what the fuck they are doing, but he enjoys it so much and oh, it will have consequences but he can't bring himself to care.
Soobin's fingers are still pumping his cock, insistent and rough and Yeonjun's mouth waters at the thought of letting Soobin do whatever he pleases. Maybe he'll grab Yeonjun, press his front against the wall, and fuck him so hard he'll see stars.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
There are so many possibilities, so many chances, and Soobin seems to know exactly what Yeonjun is thinking.
Just when Yeonjun's eyes prickle with tears, pleasure making his body do a full shudder, Soobin stops. He presses his lips against the crown of Yeonjun's head and laughs, breathless.
"You want it so bad." Soobin says, a statement more than anything. "You're desperate."
Yeonjun hiccups, a sob building. That is his answer.
Soobin takes it as such, pulling at Yeonjun's hips until they're falling into the bed, sheets strewn everywhere as Soobin attacks his mouth viciously, biting down on Yeonjun's lower lip and licking into his mouth like a starved man.
Yeonjun lays there, dazed, his mind full of fog as Soobin's fingertips dance down his body. Pulling at every piece of clothing until it's all off off off.
Soobin's eyes sparkle with mischief when he tweaks at Yeonjun's nipples, and Yeonjun's back arches in response. His lips twitch in a smile, amused and soft. "Beautiful," he whispers, and that single word is enough to make Yeonjun tremble.
Hands settle on his thighs, pressing him down onto the bed as Yeonjun's chest heaves with inhales and exhales. It's hard to breathe when Soobin seems to suck all the air out of the room with a single glance.
Yeonjun's jaw ticks when Soobin skims the inside of his thighs with a feather light touch, pressing his thumbs into them to see the skin turn white, and then releasing to see the blood rush back in a stream of red.
The feeling of impatience grows as Soobin hooks his hands around Yeonjun's calf, spreading his legs in an obscene manner and glancing at the blush coloring Yeonjun's face. A deep pink that stains his cheeks and spreads into his neck.
Lips parted, eyelashes fluttering, feelings clear as day on his face. Yeonjun has always worn his heart on his sleeve.
There's some cursing on Soobin's part, some light muttering, and then Yeonjun feels the touch of Soobin's thumb against the most intimate part of his body.
At first, he recoils, unused to the feeling of something else besides his own hand and his own toys trying to open him up. But slowly, carefully, he reminds himself that is Soobin.
Soobin, unique, special, one of a kind, Soobin.
And Yeonjun's fists hold the sheets in a death grip, eyes closed and throat bobbing with the repressed urge to tell Soobin to hurry up, to fuck him hard and fast and Jesus—
This is what Yeonjun has been reduced to, a moaning, desperate boy who begs for another's cock.
The thought makes him flush even more, and a small, aborted noise makes its way out his mouth when Soobin fucks into him with two fingers, gingerly dragging them into Yeonjun and curling them inside him.
A gasp, soft and pretty, leaves his lips and Soobin smiles in satisfaction.
"You're so sensitive," Soobin tells him, sounding nonchalant as he scissors the digits into Yeonjun, holding him down with a firm palm on top of his stomach. "No. Learn patience."
The words make Yeonjun shudder again, breathing out softly as Soobin adds a third finger, the stretch too much but so familiar.
Because Yeonjun likes too early, too rushed, too much. He tries to push back against Soobin's hand, but Soobin makes a warning sound with the click of his tongue.
"Stop," he says lowly, heated. "Stop or I'll turn you over right now and fuck you like this."
Yeonjun whimpers, wanting for the life of him for that to happen. He's aware it would hurt, but god he wants it so bad it feels like an ache or an itch he can't get rid of. The choked plea dies in his throat as Soobin's fingertips brush his prostate.
Oh, Yeonjun downright wails.
The sound echoes in his head, and the feeling of pleasure rings down his spine until it's all he can think of. Soobin wants it that way, maybe, for Yeonjun to think of nothing but him and the way he can make Yeonjun feel like heaven on earth.
The stretch makes him feel loose, not full, but ready for something to fill him up and leave its imprint for days. He knows what he wants.
But Soobin merely pauses, and then makes a prompt decision. A fourth digit presses into Yeonjun, and Yeonjun turns his head away for fear that the tears building might make their way down his face.
Soobin ignores it, fucking Yeonjun with his fingers with as much force as he can manage, reaching places Yeonjun didn't think possible. But it feels amazing, clouding his head and making thoughts impossible to form.
And Yeonjun—
"Stop, stop, stop." He chokes out, and Soobin instantly stops, worried.
"I might." Yeonjun gasps. "I might—"
Soobin laughs. His eyes crinkle into little crescents and Yeonjun melts into the sheets, just a little.
He nods. "Alright."
Yeonjun swallows down his next words, eager and anticipating as Soobin rolls on a condom, stroking himself right in front of Yeonjun and he wants it in his mouth, wants the heavy weight of it, of Soobin of him.
And then Yeonjun can't think at all, because Soobin is pushing into him fully in a single thrust, feeling bigger than anything else that Yeonjun has tried. The words are stolen from his mouth, a single fuck that Soobin mutters as soon as he's bottomed out.
The feeling is incredible, and Yeonjun can't breathe, chest tight as his eyes roll back into his head, a whine high and reedy sounding in the back of his throat.
Back arching slightly, he feels Soobin's palm settle on his stomach once again, wondrous and disbelieving. Yeonjun knows exactly what he's feeling, because Soobin is just so big, in every way.
He gives an experimental thrust, and Yeonjun gasps, like the very breath has been punched out of him. His fingers claw at the sheets, and desperation leaks off of him in buckets.
Please, and Yeonjun doesn't know if Soobin can read minds or not because he holds Yeonjun down and starts fucking him properly.
His pace is brutal, punishing almost, something harsh in the way his cock slams into Yeonjun deep, deep, deep. Yeonjun hears himself cry out everytime Soobin's cock hits his most sensitive spot dead on, filling him to the very brim.
Already, he feels the pressure in his head drop, the feeling of free falling everywhere in his body as Soobin's teeth scrape Yeonjun's neck, lips warm and inviting as he sucks so hard it will leave him a whole different color.
"Soobin," Yeonjun babbles out, holding onto him tightly. "God Soobin, you're so big, so good, Soobin."
Soobin doesn't cease in his strength, and Yeonjun feels the very real imprint of Soobin leaving a dent in him with every harsh push, with every slap of Soobin's skin against his.
With every murmur of Yeonjun's name, followed by an honorific, and Yeonjun is reminded of who is supposed to be the mature one here, the older one.
Soobin is hot, heavy, pulsing inside of Yeonjun, and Yeonjun can't help the way his hole clenches around Soobin's cock. Sucking him right back in with every thrust, seeking that insane pleasure, something so good Yeonjun could get drunk off of it. He pushes back against Soobin, taking him deeper and harder. Unwilling to stop for even a second.
The lack of air makes Yeonjun feel dizzy, surrounded by Soobin and every little sound that seems to be amplified by the hundredth. Yeonjun thinks it is so dirty, to hear their own moans, their sultry noises and melted words.
Yeonjun keens high when Soobin pulls out until it's just the tip pushing at Yeonjun's loose, swollen hole, and then slams back in like it's no struggle. The actions leaves his ears ringing with pleasure, goosebumps rising everywhere.
Skins feverish, hot to the touch and a starved look in his eyes as Soobin's open palm brushes the crown of Yeonjun's cock. He's truly desperate, nearly incoherent, but he manages a single please.
Soobin's fist pumps his cock once, twice, and Yeonjun moans, long and drawn out as he cums.
The high of it leaves him dazed, in a blinded state as he rides the aftershocks and then some. Soobin is still going, still fucking into Yeonjun and chasing his pleasure, and Yeonjun only lays there and takes it.
He likes seeing Soobin lose control, head drooping onto Yeonjun's shoulder as a guttural moan leaves his lips and his body collapses next to him.
The feeling drives him crazy. Soobin drives him crazy.
And now Yeonjun knows that he drives Soobin crazy too.