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Minho can't sleep.
He knows that he should be, that the whole point of this is for him to be deep asleep before Changbin even steps into the room they're sharing while they're all here in Jeju, but his mind is racing too much for him to even be able to settle down enough for rest. He can't stop thinking. Much like he couldn't stop thinking the entire day, at least not with the goddamn wake-up call Changbin had given him mere moments after he had sat down at the dining table, still groggy and half awake even with the delicious smell of fresh hot coffee wafting through the air.
("I want to fuck you while you're sleeping," Changbin had blurted out earlier, hours after the morning sun had risen. Minho had nearly died right then and there, choking on the eggs he so thoughtfully set out to scramble for the both of them, because god knows Changbin is useless when it comes to cooking.
"It is nine in the morning, Seo Changbin," Minho gritted out in response, face flushed from the coughing fit that'd preceded the sharp inhale of air, the accidental swallow of his food, and the blunt words that had tumbled out of his boyfriend's mouth. Who the hell is even horny enough to bring up something like this when the day has barely even started? "Can you wait until after breakfast before you decide to be an absolute pervert?"
Changbin had the audacity to look apologetic at the very least, sliding an ice cold glass of water across the table to help with the cough and then reaching over to gently rub at Minho's back as he recovered. The kiss he pressed to Minho's temple only helped a little bit.)
It's haunted his thoughts ever since. He keeps imagining it - giving up enough control to let Changbin have his way with him, trusting him enough to let him slide into his pliant body and fuck him awake in the middle of the night. God. Minho kicks at the blankets and rolls onto his stomach to bury his warm face into the pillows, swallowing down the embarrassing urge to scream. It's bad enough that he's unable to clear his mind, but it's worse now that he's already getting hard, cock twitching to life in his boxers. At some point, there's really no choice but to give up.
He grabs for his phone and sends a quick text to Changbin before tossing it off to the side again, just a small can u come help me that Changbin reads within the same minute it's sent to him. He doesn't have to wait very long at all for the subtle creak of the bedroom door opening, Changbin quietly making his way inside afterwards.
"Hyung?" Changbin asks, "what's wrong?"
"Can't sleep," Minho mumbles. His words come out muffled but Changbin picks it up just fine.
There's the rustling of sheets and the small dip of the spring mattress as Changbin climbs into bed beside him, reaching out with a comforting hand that finds its way into Minho's messy hair. He scratches gently at his scalp, the kind of touch that makes Minho's spine tingle. The kind of touch that'd make a cat purr.
"Having trouble? We don't have to do this tonight," Changbin says, tone of voice smooth like honey and full of understanding. Minho hates that the sound of his voice only turns him on even more.
"No," Minho says, "no, I want to. I just— maybe if you get me off first, it'd help me... sleep. And then, you know, when you fuck me later, maybe it'd make me a little more, um—"
"More pliant." Changbin fills in the blanks for him, dumb brown eyes twinkling with the quirk of his lips. Minho groans into the pillow.
Changbin gently nudges at his body until Minho reluctantly rolls back around to finally face him. His gaze flickers over Minho's flushed face, and even though Minho is very pointedly looking at — wow, a very beautiful painting of the sunset's reflection on the sea — right over Changbin's shoulder, he can still feel Changbin's eyes on him. "Hyung," he says, "you really want this?"
"If you make me say it again it'll be the last thing you ever hear in your life," Minho threatens.
"Okay," Changbin huffs out a laugh. "I just wanted to be sure. I don't want to make you do anything you're uncomfortable with."
Minho can't hold back the roll of his eyes. He grabs Changbin's hand and guides it all the way down to his bulge, pressing Changbin's palm right up against his cloth covered arousal and biting down the sound that nearly escapes his lips at the self-inflicted touch. "Does this seem like I'm uncomfortable to you?"
The action doesn't surprise Changbin one bit. The smirk that tugs at the corner of his mouth is infuriating.
"No," Changbin says, squeezing Minho's cock, "it seems like you're horny as hell for your own dongsaeng."
Minho scowls. Changbin kisses it right off his face, tugging Minho's bottom lip in between his teeth, licking into his mouth. Minho moans at the light bite and he moans when Changbin slips his hand into Minho's boxers to wrap his fingers around him. His skin is warm and soft and Minho jerks into his fist like he's never been given a hand job in his life.
"Changbin," Minho gasps, breathy and hot.
"You think you can keep quiet enough for me, hyung?" Changbin asks. "When you're asleep? Can't have the other guys know what we're getting up to in here, right?"
It's a ridiculous question to ask, really. Minho won't even be conscious, how is he supposed to control the noises he's likely to make when Changbin's fucking into him like he's a personal fleshlight? When he's using Minho for his own pleasure?
Minho grabs at Changbin's arms, the tips of his fingers digging into Changbin's biceps. "You— ah– you'll have to do it. Keep me quiet." You'll have to take care of me. What a privilege he's giving Changbin.
"Oh, I see," Changbin says, "I have to do all the work around here, hm?" Changbin kisses at the base of his neck, up the line of his jaw. Nips at his earlobe.
"You're the one that wants to fuck me when I'm not even awake for it," Minho grumbles.
"Just want to see what it'll be like without all the snark," Changbin teases.
He bites at Minho's shoulder and any response Minho had on the tip of his tongue dies off the moment Changbin's hand twists around his cock. He presses his thumb against his slit, uses his pre-cum to help make the goddamn slide of his hand up and down Minho's length much smoother.
Minho hates how wet he can get sometimes. Hates how much Changbin just makes him feel.
Minho whimpers. "Gonna come," he says.
"Just like that?" Changbin asks. "In your pants, like you used to when we had to hide in the training rooms just to get each other off?"
"Changbin."
"Hyung," Changbin coos, "do I make you feel good?"
Minho doesn't need words to answer him. He's sure that the frantic thrusts of his hips and the twitch of his dick and the spill of come inside of his underwear is more than enough for a response. It drips down Changbin's fingers as he strokes him through his orgasm. Changbin swallows down his gasps, lips pushing against his, almost hard enough to bruise. If they weren't idols in need of keeping an image, he thinks Changbin would be much rougher with him. He thinks he'd like that too. All the bites and bruises and marks that'd be left behind. Minho yearns. (Just a little bit.)
"Fuck you," Minho says. "You came in your pants too, remember. Almost every time. Like you couldn't hold it in once I got my hands on you."
Changbin shrugs as he pulls his messy hand out, glancing around for tissues to clean up with. He's trying to act nonchalant, but Minho knows him too well. The way he avoids eye contact. The way his ears get red first before anything else, much like Minho's ears do. They're similar. "You're hot, hyung. It's not my fault."
Changbin slides his messy hand out, accidentally smearing some of the cum onto Minho's skin on the way out. After a few moments of looking around and finding nothing, Changbin's gaze flickers back over to meet Minho's, and he stares right at him as he lifts his hand up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick at the mess. Scandalized, Minho kicks out a leg. His foot incessantly presses into Changbin's thigh until he successfully manages to kick him off the bed.
Minho is fully stripped down and clean by the time his eyes flutter shut, blanket pulled up to his chest, nuzzling his cheek against the pillows.
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His body is being jostled. There's a sound that bubbles up in his throat but doesn't manage to make its way out. A whine that gets stuck, lodged there with his heart. His hands twitch, fingers curling into the soft sheets beneath him.
He doesn't know what time it is, or how dark it is in the room. Doesn't know if he's even dreaming at all, really, because his brain isn't providing him with any of the images he usually gets when he's deep asleep. It makes sense. He gets a lot of weird dreams normally, but he can tell this is different. He feels good still, even though it seems like he's just floating on this line in between consciousness and falling asleep.
He can feel everything, too. There's warmth, squeezing at his thighs and pressing inside of him, over and over again. There's extra weight on top of him, pinning him against the mattress. His eyebrows furrow together. His lips part. His breath hitches.
When Minho moans Changbin's name subconsciously, as if his body just knows that all this pleasure he's feeling can only be caused by one person, he doesn't know that it comes out muffled against Changbin's palm just to stop it from echoing throughout the room.
It's the hard press against a certain spot in his body that has Minho abruptly thrown into complete consciousness, jolting awake with a cry. The heat shoots right up his spine.
"Hyung," Changbin moans, low and breathy in Minho's ear. "So good. Mmh– opened up so easily for me. Slid right in like it was nothing. Like your body is just made for me."
His thrusts are rough, cock pushing deep with every slide inside. One hand keeps Minho's legs open, and the other makes a home for itself where it covers Minho's mouth and catches every whine and whimper. Changbin's own groans come out through gritted teeth.
All Minho can do is stare up at the ceiling of their room, dazed. He didn't realize it'd be this difficult to process things when he's thrown into the middle of deep-seated pleasure.
Eventually, Changbin shifts, tucking his face into the crook of Minho's neck. His hand slips off of Minho's mouth, warm and sweaty from the heat of Minho's breath.
"Did you dream about me, Minho?" Changbin asks.
"No," Minho says. He can't lie, he doesn't know what he dreamed about, if anything. "Nn– seems like you were having fun, though. Ah."
Changbin chuckles. His lips brush against the column of Minho's neck. "Never had a better time in my life. You know you make a lot of noises in your sleep? Fuck— loud when you're awake, loud when you're not. Nothing can– nothing can shut you up. Maybe if I slid my dick in your mouth.."
There's a thought in the back of Minho's mind that tells him he's not even the problem here, that no matter what Changbin does to keep him quiet, whether or not he covers his mouth with his palm or stuffs him full with his cock, there's still the subtle thump of the headboard hitting the wall every time Changbin thrusts. The slap of skin against skin. The wet squelching. There's no hiding any of it.
Minho moans.
"How— uh– how long have you been at it?" Minho asks, because there's sweat matting Changbin's hair to his forehead and his movements are jerky like he's just barely managing to hold on.
"Long," Changbin breathes out. "You're difficult to wake up. Maybe your body didn't want to. Maybe I can make you come in your sleep next time."
Minho's arms wind their way around Changbin's neck as Changbin pushes his legs further up, like he's trying to bend him in half. He loves using Minho's flexibility to his own advantage. "Who says you're the one that's going to fuck me again next time? I think you owe me. For letting you do this. For allowing you such an opportunity."
"Ah," Changbin says, "you gonna fuck me then, hyung? Is that what you want?"
"We'll see," Minho says. As if he needs time to think about it.
Changbin smirks. When he shifts back to change his position, his dick starts to consistently press against Minho's prostate with every other push in, forcing out more sounds from Minho's mouth. It's enough to make Minho aware of his own arousal, red and aching against his stomach. He's practically made a mess of himself already, pre-cum dripping onto his body as his cock twitches.
Minho slides his hands down Changbin's back, all the way down his body until he can grab at Changbin's ass and squeeze. Changbin jerks forward. It wipes the smirk right off of his face. He curses under his breath.
"God, hyung," Changbin moans. "Gonna make me come soon. Do you— fuck— do you want it inside?"
"No condom?" Minho asks.
"No."
"'S gonna be messy," Minho mumbles. Not that he minds it, but they are in Jeju. This place they're staying at doesn't belong to them. They'll either have to do laundry afterwards or hope nothing spills onto the sheets. (Well. They should probably be doing the laundry anyway. It's the least they can do after using this bed for their own unholy crimes.)
"You're already messy." Changbin points out. "Just, mm, let me come inside. You know I'll clean you up. We could shower together, before everyone else wakes."
Minho sure likes the sound of that. "Round two in the shower?" It's more of a joke than it is an actual suggestion. His second orgasm will be more than enough to satisfy him. A third would only exhaust him, and they've got schedules later.
"Another round?" Changbin asks, eyes growing wide. "Even though I'm about to make you come a second time? You really are like a bunny. Absolutely insatiable."
Minho laughs because they both know Changbin's the one that can keep fucking like there's no tomorrow. His stamina is nothing to joke about when it comes to getting his dick wet. "You can come inside. But remember your actions have consequences, Bin-ah."
"Oh no," Changbin deadpans, "I'm so scared."
A moment later and his thrusts are speeding up. He's hardly even pulling out all the way before pushing back in, the slide smooth and wet. His breathing is heavy and his face is screwed up with the pleasure. Minho can't even bite back all the ah, ah, ah's that keep falling from his lips. He grabs at Changbin's body - his hips, his arms, his shoulders, like he can't stop touching him - and is a little disappointed that his nails are too short to leave scratches.
"Fuck," Minho says, "fuck." Changbin's cock always fills him so well, thick enough to spread him open, long enough to reach deep into his body.
"Coming," Changbin chokes out, and Minho gets to watch the scrunch of his eyebrows and the drop of his jaw as he reaches his high, spilling inside of Minho with jerky thrusts of his hips.
He's so busy watching that he doesn't even notice the way he adds to the mess himself, cumming onto his stomach with a breathless gasp. Changbin cups his face and kisses him again and again until it melts into just the press of lips against lips and hot breath hitting each other's faces.
Changbin kisses his cheek (and the corner of his mouth, and his forehead, and his other cheek - like he can't contain his sudden overflow of affection) and eventually Minho has to get a hand on Changbin's face just to shove him away.
"Take me to the bathroom," Minho demands, and when Changbin easily complies, hoisting him up into his arms with ease, he thinks, this is what all those gym sessions are for.