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Seonghwa was at his desk when Yunho came in tonight, playing a game. His chair was turned away from the door and his headset occupied his ears so it wasn’t a surprise that Yunho didn’t hear a single greeting with his entry.
Yunho didn’t mind anyway, although it was nice to be on the receiving end of Seonghwa’s warm smiles from time to time. Even without being acknowledged, he felt content to sit back and watch.
Visiting Seonghwa’s room was a shared pastime among them all, but Yunho liked going alone the best. His hyung’s bed was much more comfortable than his own and getting to see Seonghwa himself was a plus, too.
Seonghwa looked beyond cute tonight in his matching set of silken pajamas and Kuromi hair clips, preventing his bangs from falling in his eyes. His face had a dewy glow to it from his intensive skincare routine, which also gave his monitor the perfect surface to illuminate.
Despite his soft appearance, the dark, intense gaze he fired to his screen and the stream of heated whispers he released beneath his breath told a completely different story. His fierce expression rivaled that if he were onstage, always putting his one hundred and ten percent into everything. A simple game was no exception.
As an audience member, Yunho was deeply invested, feeling his heart race with secondhand excitement as he spectated. He had to crane his neck a bit to see the monitor but Seonghwa was playing a sort of battle royale game with only one opponent remaining.
Of course, Yunho was rooting for Seonghwa to win, but he was distracted by a little ache blooming along the base of his neck. He twisted around, puzzled. Seonghwa kept a stack of pillows against the headboard that usually felt like the finest of clouds, so anything lesser in quality immediately stood out.
Yunho stuck his hand between the pillows, tilting his head when he felt an object that was particularly firm. He pulled it out and was silently taken aback when he was met with the sight of his very own face.
The Jeong Yunho body pillow was nothing more than a gag gift for Seonghwa’s birthday. He’s seen the clips; he even watched Seonghwa unbox the present live while calling him. Seonghwa couldn’t control his fallen expression once he pulled the pillow out of the bag.
Yunho found it funny then though, but seeing it again now made him feel strangely warm, and a little curious. He knew they usually kept their throw pillows on the living room sofa, so he wondered what it was doing here in Seonghwa’s bed now. The thought lingered in the back of his mind as he settled back, keeping the body pillow tucked close to his chest.
In his game, Seonghwa was farming resources until the map was due to close soon. He gave himself a little pep talk once it was time to move, his voice laced with excitement. Yunho stifled a giggle, endeared by his determination.
Seonghwa ran to the center of the map where the other player was already waiting to attack. Luckily, Seonghwa was faster at getting his shots in; with just a few hits, the living opponents counter ticked down to zero, and soon enough there was a huge You win! banner stretched across the screen.
Seonghwa pulled his headset off and leapt out of his seat. “Yes!”
“Congrats, hyung!” Yunho cheered.
“Oh!” Seonghwa jumped. He turned around, saw Yunho on his bed, and jumped again. He clutched his chest as he fell back onto the chair. “Yunho, you startled me!”
“Sorry, hyung,” Yunho smiled sheepishly. “You were so in the zone that I didn’t want to snap you out of it. At least I had myself to keep me company. Speaking of, I’m kind of wondering what it’s doing here.”
“What are you talking about?” Seonghwa looked bemused at first, but his features quickly neutralized once he recognized what was between Yunho’s arms.
Despite his lack of expression, a blush was rapidly blooming across his cheeks, and his voice had a strange tone to it. “Oh, that. I bring it in my room sometimes. It helps me sleep.”
Yunho looked down at the pillow contemplatively. His own face stared right back up at him. Handsome.
His attention returned to Seonghwa’s blushing face. Also handsome. “Does it really?”
“Of course. It was your gift to me, so why wouldn’t I use...” A yawn interrupted Seonghwa, his jaw unhinging so impressively wide that not even his hand could cover the entirety of his mouth. There were tears visibly forming in his eyes once his mouth clicked shut.
“So you were saying?” Yunho smiled.
Seonghwa shifted in his seat after, embarrassed. “That was... extremely bad timing.”
“It sure was, hyung. But you know what?”
“What is it?”
“Maybe the real thing will do the trick,” Yunho suggested innocuously.
He expected Seonghwa to laugh, but the blush on his face only deepened. “That’s, um... very funny, Yunho-ya.”
“Okay, I know we tease you for wanting to shower and sleep with us...” Seonghwa groaned and covered his face at that, but Yunho kept going, determined to get his point across, “But I’m serious this time, I want you to sleep well tonight. And if cuddling with another person will help, then I volunteer as tribute!”
“Ah, you really don’t have to...” Seonghwa started, but Yunho was already rolling onto his side, still hugging the pillow.
“Wow, I feel so sleepy now! Your bed is really comfy, hyung, I hope you won’t mind if I rest my eyes here. But my back feels so cold though, and this wonderful bed is big enough to fit two people. If only there was somebody else in this room who could be my big spoon...” Yunho sighed forlornly.
A beat passed. Yunho added, his tone sincere, “Unless you don’t want to, then I’m really sorry.”
Seonghwa was quick to assure him, “No, I do! Just... give me a moment.”
A few keyboard keys thocked as Seonghwa shut his computer down and got ready for bed. Yunho had to bite back his grin as he tracked the flurry of footsteps to the lightswitch and then to the bed all before the monitor could turn black.
Despite his earlier hastiness, once Seonghwa reached the bed, he took a sloth’s pace to slip into the pocket of space between Yunho’s back. He was even careful enough to leave enough room between their bodies so they wouldn’t be touching.
It was the complete antithesis of what Yunho wanted, and what he thought Seonghwa wanted. With the lights off, he felt like he had to be quiet. “Hyung... I don’t mind if you hold me.”
“Sorry,” Seonghwa whispered back.
“Don’t be sorry, I want you to be comfortable. And I love to cuddle,” Yunho added cheekily.
“Mm, alright.” Seonghwa slipped an arm around Yunho’s middle, shifting closer until his chest touched Yunho’s back. “Goodnight. Thank you, Yunho-ya.”
“Goodnight, hyung,” Yunho smiled and closed his eyes.
They laid there together for a while, but Yunho couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t sure how long had passed but he swore he had counted up to eighty-one and back down again and still felt wide awake. He had a feeling that Seonghwa was on the same boat; even though he kept still, the weight of his arm around Yunho’s stomach felt like it was being consciously maintained, and his breathing was too quiet for him to be truly asleep.
Something else also felt off. Seonghwa was behind Yunho, spooning him, but Yunho’s legs were strangely cold. Yunho adjusted himself slightly, seeking heat, and paused once he realized the coincidental alignment between his hips and the pillow.
The pillow that had his face printed on it.
The pillow that made Seonghwa blush the moment his eyes landed on it.
The pillow that helped Seonghwa sleep.
Yunho realized he didn’t take into account that perhaps Seonghwa had a nightly routine, one that he was throwing off course by just being there. Being unable to follow routines made Seonghwa restless.
Yunho shifted back, his breath shortening when he pressed against something fit to his exact expectations. He didn’t feel it for very long though, because Seonghwa had stilled him by the waist, guiding him back forward.
“I’m sorry, Yunho-ya.” Seonghwa sighed.
“No, no, it’s fine. Really,” Yunho assured him. He chewed on his lip before adding, “You know, hyung... Whatever you do to that pillow... You can do it to me, too.”
When the room was quiet again, Yunho took the chance to press himself back to Seonghwa once more. He was so hard that Yunho was dizzy.
Seonghwa’s hand landed back on his hip, but he didn’t push Yunho away this time. “Do you really mean that?” he asked gently.
“I do.”
Yunho’s delicate voice felt too heavy in the room as silence took over. The soundlessness rang for a long moment, and a spike of panic rose in Yunho’s chest once Seonghwa finally stirred. But instead of leaving, he only turned to open his bedside drawer.
It only took a moment for Seonghwa to grab what he needed. Yunho shivered as the familiar sound of a bottle cap clicked open. He clutched onto the pillow in anticipation, digging his fingers deep into the casing.
Seonghwa stroked Yunho’s side. “I really hope we’re on the same page.”
“We definitely are,” Yunho affirmed breathlessly.
“I’m really glad to hear that.” Yunho could hear the grin in Seonghwa’s voice.
With the mood in the room lightening significantly, Yunho followed Seonghwa’s motions with an eagerness that would have flustered him any other day, but now he only felt excitement. He lifted his hips when Seonghwa hooked his fingers beneath his waistband, dragging his pajama pants down his long legs. He helped Seonghwa by kicking them off, keeping a corner of the pillow wedged between his teeth as Seonghwa ran a hand over his exposed thigh.
Warmth flooded Yunho’s face as Seonghwa’s fingertips approached his inner thigh. He was already getting hard from not only a few touches, but also from the sensation of the body pillow against his cock.
Yunho was starting to understand what Seonghwa felt now. The pillow itself was firm enough to maintain its shape even as Yunho’s heavy cock pressed against it, but the casing was soft enough that rocking against it felt relieving. When he was reminded of its appearance, his imagination ran wild as it conjured up Seonghwa going through with his nightly routine.
He was brought back when Seonghwa slipped his fingers between the seam of Yunho’s thighs where they were clamped together, gently guiding them apart. Yunho whimpered around the pillow when a cool drop of lube made contact with his skin, the substance eventually warming as Seonghwa spread it across his thighs.
Once Yunho’s thighs were coated, Seonghwa eased them back, careful to leave just enough space between them.
“You’ve been so good to me, Yunho-ya. Stay just like this for me, okay?” Seonghwa asked.
Yunho hummed in affirmation, feeling himself tremble as Seonghwa took his time preparing himself. He wasn’t sure when Seonghwa found the time to take his pants off, but Yunho tried his best to keep his sounds at bay so he could hear Seonghwa stroking himself dry, followed by his soft sigh of relief once he squeezed some lube onto his palm and touched himself some more.
As hushed as it was, Yunho clung onto Seonghwa’s sweet voice, wanting to commit the soundwaves to memory. The task became nearly impossible once Seonghwa slipped his cock right between his thighs, bringing himself closer and closer until Yunho was sandwiched between the pillow and Seonghwa’s front.
Yunho’s breath escaped him with the rest of his thoughts. It was the closest Seonghwa had been to him the whole night, and he wanted to savor it.
When Seonghwa inched back, Yunho followed, making him groan into the nape of his neck. “Yunho-ya...”
“Better than a pillow, right?” Yunho tried to joke, but the delivery was a bit off as his voice wavered with pleasure. He couldn’t bring himself to laugh either with Seonghwa’s thrusts between his thighs and finding purchase on his hips, as if he was made to be used. Perhaps that had been his goal.
Yunho’s entire body burned with want as Seonghwa pressed himself even closer, burying his nose against Yunho’s nape and whispering a string of praises that sent Yunho’s own hips going against the pillow.
He arched into the hand sliding up his chest, Seonghwa undoing the buttons of his sleep shirt along the way. With one less layer, he was able to draw the pillow closer to himself, whimpering as the fabric rubbed against his sensitive skin.
Yunho was torn between seeking friction forward against the pillow or back on Seonghwa’s cock. He was desperate to feel both, rocking his hips against the casing and closing his thighs to slow Seonghwa’s thrusts.
Seonghwa wasn’t inside Yunho, but the feeling was extremely close; with every tilt of his hips, he’d rub against the underside of Yunho’s untouched cock, sending his hole clenching around nothing.
At one particularly sharp thrust, Seonghwa let out a wrecked sound, muffled against Yunho’s back.
“Are you close, hyung?”
“Ah, I am... It feels good, you’re so good...” he sighed into Yunho’s skin before warning, “I’m going to make a mess.”
“You can come inside me,” Yunho whispered, and before Seonghwa could protest he added, “I want you to.”
Seonghwa laughed. “You’re on your best behavior tonight, pup.”
“Will I get a treat?” Yunho felt heat spread up to his ears with his question. His pulse fluttered when Seonghwa pressed a soft kiss to his neck in response.
“You certainly deserve one.”
Yunho tightened his grip on the pillow, channeling the excitement bubbling beneath his skin as Seonghwa exposed him, squeezing out a generous amount of lube between his cheeks.
He bit his lip when Seonghwa let the excess roll past his hole. It seemed a little contradictory to allow such a mess, but he wanted Seonghwa to indulge so he kept the lighthearted complaint on the back of his tongue.
It was forgotten anyway when Seonghwa finally made contact, gathering the lube with his fingers and pushing them inside Yunho’s entrance.
“Ah, hyung...” Yunho gasped. He opened up for Seonghwa eagerly, pushing his hips back against Seonghwa’s fingers.
“So pretty for me... Are you ready for more?” Seonghwa asked softly.
“Yes, please...” Yunho drawled.
Now that he didn’t need to keep his thighs pressed together, Yunho brought one leg up to hook it over the pillow. He sought the warmth from the fabric enveloping his cock, and the position left the swell of his ass exposed. His breath hitched as Seonghwa gave his ass a squeeze while his fingers were still nestled inside before adding another.
Yunho muffled his whimper once Seonghwa’s fingers slid out, and soon it was all replaced by his cock slowly pushing into him.
Seonghwa released a moan into Yunho’s neck, sending his body burning as he gripped Yunho’s slick thighs to hike them up further, pressing himself flush to Yunho’s back.
The sounds of their skin that usually embarrassed them only grew louder, and their pleasured voices only grew more unrestrained.
Yunho turned around and welcomed the press of lips against his own, his hips stuttering against the pillow with the smooth slides of their tongues and the sticky, wet sounds of their mouths. Seonghwa’s shiny lips were still apparent even in the dark so Yunho dove back in, letting a few noises slip out as Seonghwa filled him to the brim.
The grip on Yunho’s legs slipped as Seonghwa’s composure crumbled, his movements frantic as he chased his release. With their closeness, Yunho felt emboldened enough to pull Seonghwa’s hips closer, making Seonghwa gasp with oversensitivity. It was all Yunho needed to come, letting out a quiet cry as he ground against the pillow.
They took a moment to catch their breath. Seonghwa squeezed Yunho’s hip before sliding out. “Thank you. Let me clean you up...”
Even though he wanted to, Yunho couldn’t reply. He was so spent that he fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes. He was usually a deep sleeper, and remained that way until he felt his position shift and a warm, damp cloth approach his skin.
Yunho could see warm lamplight appearing through his eyelids, but he kept his eyes shut as Seonghwa cleaned him. He mumbled what he hoped was “thank you” and drifted back to sleep when gentle fingers combed through his hair.
Yunho woke up a second time in the middle of the night, feeling cold all over despite finding himself fully dressed again. The lights were off but Seonghwa wasn’t in bed, and his arms were devoid of the body pillow.
He padded out of the room, drowsiness turning the awareness to his surroundings a touch slow as he processed the rumble of machinery in their laundry room. Yunho followed the sound, smiling when he found Seonghwa dozing off while sitting on a stool.
Yunho tapped his shoulder, making Seonghwa awaken with a small jerk. He rubbed his eyes and smiled once he saw Yunho. “Oh, hello.”
“Hi,” Yunho smiled, offering his hand. “Wanna sleep in a bed next time?”
“I meant to come back once it was done, but I guess I was too tired to wait...” Seonghwa mumbled.
“What are you washing?”
“The pillow,” Seonghwa answered.
“Ah.” Yunho blushed. “Sorry about that...”
Seonghwa chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Nothing worse than anything I’ve done.”
Yunho perked up at the remark. “And what have you done to it, exactly?”
Seonghwa’s smile only widened. “Let’s go back to bed, shall we?”
Yunho laughed as Seonghwa all but escorted themselves back to his room, deflecting any and all questions about the pillow. He was back to being all mysterious again, but this time Yunho had an idea of his answer, even if he never directly gave one.
Yunho let Seonghwa keep his secret. As long as Seonghwa was happy, wrapping his arms around Yunho’s middle and giggling as he tangled their legs together beneath the blanket, Yunho had all he needed.