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Ken dries himself off completely as he steps out of the shower room. They had just finished shooting his pool scene for the music video of their upcoming single 'I WANT YOU'. He knows his boyfriend is next in line for the shoot, so he hurries to put his clothes on so he could visit the set.
When he gets there, Justin has already gone underwater. Quite a few seconds have passed before he resurfaces, and Ken holds his breath the entire time. He tries to calm his heart and silently cheers when he sees the director tell Justin to take a break at the pool steps before they move on. Justin gives the director a thumbs up as he starts wading toward the shallow part.
When Justin stands up, the wet fabric clings to his body like second skin—the white shirt translucent, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Ken, who is trying his best to not react too much, catches a glimpse of a dusky pink nipple peeking out of Justin's shirt. He makes a strangled noise at the back of his throat, which Justin hears so he swivels his head around to look for the source.
He grins widely when he spots Ken hiding behind a monitor. He waves at him and is about to beckon him to come closer when the director yells that they've got the perfect lighting so they need to continue shooting right away.
Ken gives Justin a small smile and nods in acknowledgment, mouthing "good luck", before turning his attention back to the monitor and sneakily adjusting himself.
When Justin emerges from the pool after the director yells 'cut', he's greeted by a serious looking Ken with a large towel in hand. He chuckles as the older guy wraps the towel around as if he was a mummy. He even gets him a bathrobe to wear on top. Justin doesn't say it, but it thrills him whenever Ken gets territorial over him.
"Come home with me," Ken says.
Justin looks back at Ken as if searching for something. Ken is looking at him so intensely, he thinks he'll burn if he stares back any longer.
He nods slightly after a couple of seconds, and his heart almost bursts as a smile full of adoration and triumph spreads across Ken's face. He can never say no to those eyes.
***
They have a rambunctious dinner with the crew and the rest of the staff and by the time they're done, it's already quite late. Justin has started nodding off and leaning against Ken as they wait for the company van so Ken requests that he be the first one to be dropped off. When the van stops at the entrance of his building, Ken gently shakes Justin awake.
Justin blearily blinks his eyes as he tries to orient himself. He's suddenly wide awake when he realizes they've arrived at their destination. Ken alights first, and the other members holler when Justin follows him after a quick goodbye to everyone.
With one last reassuring smile to Justin's older brother, Ken closes the door of the van before putting his hand around Justin's shoulder as they watch the vehicle drive away. The hand moves to the small of Justin’s back, subtly pushing him to the direction of the condo lobby.
When they enter Ken's unit, Justin immediately starts looking for Kuro and when he doesn't find him, he raises an eyebrow at Ken.
"He's not here. I left him at Ate Bea's so he would have some company during our long shooting days," Ken explains, amused at Justin's obvious disappointment.
Justin heads straight to the bedroom to wait for Ken while Ken goes to his bathroom to do his skincare routine. Justin is supposed to do the same, but decides he'd take a power nap first after changing into sleepwear.
As soon as his head hits the pillow, Justin starts feeling the exhaustion set in his bones. Before he can fight the drowsiness, he’s already fallen asleep, limbs askew on top of the duvet.
Ken shakes his head fondly when he sees Justin on the bed. He's not surprised that the other has succumbed to slumber. In fact, he’s already made up his mind in the van to just let his boyfriend sleep once they arrive. He even took his sweet time in the bathroom to make sure Justin falls asleep first.
He carefully shifts Justin to a more comfortable position so that he doesn’t wake up with a crick on his neck. He gets an extra blanket and tucks Justin in, not wanting to disturb his sleep by trying to maneuver him under the duvet. Satisfied with the result, Ken moves to his side of the bed to get under the covers, hoping to follow Justin in dreamland right away.
At midnight, Ken wakes up to the feeling of someone gently pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants. It takes a couple of moments for his sleep-induced head fog to clear before he remembers where he is.
He raises an eyebrow as he locks eyes with Justin, who's looking sheepish at getting caught red-handed. He looks around and sees that the night lamp has been turned on and the duvet pushed to the side. He motions for Justin to come a little bit closer and gives him a quick peck on the forehead before he mutters, "I thought you were too tired to do anything," into Justin's ear.
Ken's voice is already naturally deep but sleep has made it even more so, and Justin can't help but blush as the soft rumble travels from his ears to his spine, making him shy away a little as goosebumps break out of his skin.
Ken must have noticed his predicament and he chuckles a little as he pulls Justin back to him. "What were you doing before I woke up, hmm?" He whispers into Justin's ear again, aware of the effect he has on the man. He nibbles gently at the earlobe as he waits for a reply.
Justin's brain practically short-circuits at this and he takes a deep breath. "I fell asleep before we could do anything and I wanted to make it up to you," he replies honestly, refusing to look the other in the eye and choosing to play with the strings of Ken's sweatpants instead. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Ken hums and gives the shell of Justin's ear one last nip before taking one of Justin's hands in his and intertwining their fingers together. "Hey, it's okay if we don't do anything. I could tell you were really tired from all the swimming and diving. I was, too. But my shots were done ahead of yours so I got to rest for a bit before the wrap up," he explains, voice still a little raspy with sleep.
Justin feels his heart skip a beat, but he pouts and looks at Ken as he says, "Still, you should have woken me up. I really wanted to fuck."
Ken's eyes almost bug out of their sockets when he hears the unexpected blunt reply. They don't really do dirty talk, and the one time they tried, they ended up laughing at each other and ruining the moment. So hearing Justin being vocal about his desire is an unexpected—but definitely welcome—surprise. After all, it's usually Ken who initiates their rendezvous.
"Well, if you're still up for it, I'm not complaining," Ken says with a smirk, gently guiding Justin onto his lap for better access.
There's a sparkle in Justin’s eyes knowing he's finally going to get what he's been wanting the entire day. Ken might not have been aware of it but Justin was also enjoying the view while watching his boyfriend perform difficult stunts underwater. He's always known of Ken's athleticism, but discovering new things he's good at and witnessing it in person will always give Justin a certain thrill every time.
"What's the smile for?" Ken asks him teasingly as he tugs at the hem of Justin's shirt.
Justin reflexively raises his arms up so Ken can take the garment off completely. He doesn't answer, refusing to incriminate himself because he knows his boyfriend would never let him live it down. He instead starts kissing him.
Ken loves giving him hickeys but has been holding back for a long time because they still had to shoot the music video, which had them needing to expose some skin. Now that it's done, it's like Ken's restraint finally snaps as he kisses Justin with so much fervor. Not that Justin’s any better. He also missed this so he's matching his boyfriend's excitement to the T.
Ken starts leaving kisses along Justin's jaw, eventually moving his attention downwards as his hand lightly grabs the other's nape to tilt his head a little. He admires the sight of Justin's beautiful neck for a bit before murmuring "Can I?" softly.
And Justin knows exactly what Ken means. "Just not on my neck. We still have promotions to think about. James is going to kill me," he tugs a little on Ken's hair so they're looking at each other, "or you."
Ken scoffs at this and licks Justin's Adam's apple as if to prove a point. He goes back to lightly nipping down Justin's neck, then cupping Justin's chest and kissing each small mound in his hand. Justin has the mind to pout and grumble "sorry I don't have tits" before gasping when Ken licks a nipple.
Ken knits his eyebrows and stops what he's doing. He makes sure Justin is looking at him when he says, "You're perfect the way you are," and proceeds to continue sucking the chest in front of him.
Justin is still wearing his boxers, but he can feel Ken's erection under him and he can't wait to see it. When he's had enough waiting, he taps Ken on the back and Ken releases his hold on him.
Justin pulls the waistband of Ken's sweatpants down to his knees before Ken kicks the rest of the garment off. He hums in approval and bites his lower lip when he sees Ken's semi-erect dick laying on a nest of well-trimmed curls.
"I've been waiting to do this all day," he says, saliva pooling in his mouth as he imagines sucking on the head. He smirks when he sees the cock twitch at his words.
Justin shifts so he's on the same level as Ken's crotch. He takes a hold of the shaft and starts jacking it off slowly. He feels the member harden and lengthen even more, precum gathering at the tip. Justin swipes a thumb at it and wets his lips as anticipation builds inside him. He can't explain the feeling exactly. But it's like an itch that can't be scratched unless he has that dick in his mouth. He gives Ken a look before bending down to suck on the head.
Ken, who has been quiet for a while, finally lets out the moan he's been holding in. All the fatigue and stress of the day seem to have melted away as he watches his boyfriend eagerly give him a blowjob.
Justin doesn’t know how it started but nothing gives him more pleasure than having Ken like this. He even joked one time that Ken must have put him under a spell because he couldn't understand the hyperfixation, to which Ken argued that he must have done the same to him.
Justin loves feeling the weight on his tongue. It's like everything disappears and all that exists is him and Ken and the sense of accomplishment he feels knowing he's the reason that Ken loses control.
Ken always tastes so good, too. Must be all the pineapples he keeps insisting on eating, his unhelpful brain supplies. He ponders if they both have an oral fixation, with Ken unable to stop himself from kissing Justin or sucking on his skin, and Justin wondering if it’s possible to just keep Ken's dick inside him in one way or another.
Whatever it is, he's just glad they're both as far gone for each other.
Justin has been bobbing his head for a while now, occasionally pausing to breathe while pumping the shaft as he licks at the tip. He gets overzealous at one time and tries to take Ken in as far as he can. He gags a little though, which earns him a worried look from Ken.
Ken furrows his brows in concern and strokes Justin's jaw gently as if to ask if he's okay. He traces his thumb where Justin's mouth is stretched around his member, and the younger guy takes the dick out of his mouth with a pop.
Justin tilts his head towards the hand to indicate he's fine. He would have opened his mouth to speak, but he knows his voice is shot right now.
"What's got you in a hurry, hmm? It's not like I'm going anywhere," Ken murmurs.
Justin clears his throat, never letting his hand stop its languid stroking of Ken. "I just missed you, that's all," he answers almost bashfully.
Ken almost awws out loud but manages to stop it by biting his lip. "Did you really miss me or did you miss little Ken?" he jests.
Justin rolls his eyes and uses his other hand to pinch Ken's waist. "They’re not mutually exclusive, you know," he jests back. He stretches his neck and Ken meets him halfway to give each other a quick kiss before Justin goes back to what he was doing.
He makes a circle with his thumb and forefinger and twists it around the head a couple of times before taking the whole thing back into his mouth, going all the way down until it hits the back of his throat. He fights the reflex successfully this time, and he hears the sigh of relief from Ken.
Ken's relief is short-lived, however, when Justin relaxes his throat and his dick slides a couple of centimeters deeper. He starts cursing under his breath, trying to distract himself so he can last longer, but Justin starts swallowing around his cock and he can feel the soft, velvety walls of his throat expand and contract.
"Jah," he gasps as a warning, pulling Justin's hair a little. And then he's jerking his hips and coming nonstop into Justin's mouth.
Justin doesn’t let a single drop escape as he swallows everything, going as far as to lick some that dribbled onto the shaft. He looks up to see Ken staring at him with a mix of fondness and amazement, and he smirks as he climbs down the bed to get the glass of water on the bedside table.
Ken takes a few moments to catch his breath and thank the heavens for allowing him and Justin to meet and eventually become boyfriends. They can't come out to the public just yet, but the important people in their lives already know and have accepted them, and that’s what matters the most at the moment. He sighs happily and goes back to watching his boyfriend, dick twitching feebly as he ogles the marks he left on the other's chest.
Justin follows his gaze and scoffs when he sees the darkening marks on him. He sets the glass back down once empty and adjusts himself as his unattended erection makes itself known by peeking out of his boxers. The subtle movement makes Ken drop his gaze from Justin's chest to his groin.
"Your turn," Ken says with finality as he eyes the younger guy hungrily. He crooks a finger at him, and Justin giggles as he lets himself get dragged back to bed.
THE END