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"What do you think you're doing?" Seonghwa asked sharply, spotting the commotion behind him without needing to turn around. The familiar shuffle of feet on the tiles; he knew all the members by the rhythm of their steps, yet some of them still apparently seemed to think they could surprise him by sneaking up on him from behind. He was shuffling around his bag as they finished the filming for Wave for the day. He didn't acknowledge him further, only cursing softly.
Yunho let out an obnoxious whistle that didn't sound quite right, pulling a startled laugh from Seonghwa's lips. "I do so love it when you talk dirty."
He scoffed. "Oh, shut up," Seonghwa dismissed, still rummaging rather aggresively through his bag.
"What're you looking for, hyung?"
"My cigs," he replied with a sigh.
"These?" Yunho asked, and he turned abruptly, jumping slightly at the pack of minty Winston slims in one of Yunho's hands and his phone in the other.
Seonghwa quickly moved to grab them, but Yunho anticipated it and held them over his head and out of the elder's reach. Seonghwa clicked his tongue, pointedly covering Yunho's phone camera with his palm. He shot him a withering look. "Yunho-yah, what the fuck? If this ends up on the internet..."
"I would never let that happen. It's my phone, hyung. Nobody else has access to it."
Seonghwa's mouth spread into a sly grin, covering up the relief on his face. He let his hand fall away, slithering down to settle on Yunho's wrist instead, drawing closer. If he thought the phone in Yunho's hand shook slightly, he blamed it on basic physics. "You're keeping this for personal use, then?"
"I... I—" Yunho stammered, turning a lovely shade of pink, and Seonghwa decided to be merciful.
"Come with me," he said, tilting his head towards the door. He turned, his light grip on Yunho's wrist not enough to pull him forward, but he followed anyway. "And hide the pack," he threw over his shoulder. "Everybody collectively decided not to say anything about the fact that I smell of cigarettes all the time because the smell can't be caught on a camera, but I still don't wanna risk waving it around. Oh, and if they catch us," he added, faux-nonchalantly, "I'm telling them it's yours."
Yunho laughed, even though he knew he was completely serious. Seonghwa took them to the pool he'd filmed his shot earlier, now rather deserted as the staff had moved on to wrap up for the night. "Here?" Yunho asked, casting a wary glance at the flickers of movement around the corner.
Seonghwa shrugged. "So I can smoke and you can get some pretty twilight shots." He laughed lightly at Yunho's baffled look, blowing a kiss to the camera. "Since you seem so keen on filming me, I thought I might as well give you something to film." He seized the opportunity to take back his cigarettes from the pocket front of Yunho's jeans. "You carry the smell too, you know?" he asked. "What did you do, smoke in the bathroom?"
"You left the pack on the sink, hyung. What was I supposed to do, ignore it?"
Seonghwa hummed, pulling out a cig and lighting it in his mouth, shielding the tiny flame from the wind with his hand. He took a drag, looking out at the purple glow of the setting sun reflected onto the pool's surface. Yunho awkwardly shuffled at his side, catching an angle that had a full view of Seonghwa's profile, along with the tendrils of smoke he sent disappearing into the wind. "You're sure you're okay with this, hyung?" he asked, slightly uncertain, and Seonghwa shrugged, not quite looking at him.
"As long as no one else sees them, of course." He sighed, eyes closed, blowing out an enormous cloud of smoke, before turning to face him. "Here. Finish it or throw it away, I don't care." It took a moment for Yunho to register what he was doing, and Seonghwa reached out to place it between his lips. He wrapped his fingers around it instinctively as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving you a show," he replied, and before Yunho had the chance to inquire further, he kicked off his converse shoes and descended down the stairs, fully clothed, into the pool. His dark figure against the twilight sky, along with the innate grace of his movements, made him look almost regal, something out of one of those expensive photography albums Yunho liked to flip through in bookstores. It took his breath away, and he quickly positioned his phone to capture it right, unable to believe that it was just for him.
"Hyung..." he rasped out, and Seonghwa turned to face him, the water up to his chest, a knowing look in his eye. He braced his arms on the edge of the pool, and Yunho crouched in front of him, almost hypnotized.
"Yes?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as if pondering him. Yunho took a drag from the quickly burning cigarette, before holding it to Seonghwa's lips. He inhaled greedily, closing his eyes. As Yunho took it back, he couldn't helps but trace his fingers over the sharp outlines of Seonghwa's cheekbones, taking him in. His breath hitched, something that Yunho hadn't seen before crossing his expression briefly, though it was gone as soon as he retracted his hand to put out the cigarette in a trash can, breaking the spell. He turned off the camera, pocketing his phone, and strode back to Seonghwa.
"You're crazy," he said fondly.
"Maybe," he replied, and held out a hand. Yunho bent down to take it, anticipating the pull and adding his own strength to counter it, dragging Seonghwa up after him instead. He let out a surprised gasp, but didn't resist when Yunho used his other hand to grip his middle, effectively pulling him out. But he didn't anticipate the distance well enough, and Seonghwa slipped back, nearly making them both fall into the water. Yunho pulled them in time, though, and he staggered right into his chest.
Yunho wrapped his arms around him while they were there, and they stood like that for a while, Seonghwa shaking of laughter against his chest. "And you said I'm crazy," he said. "Now you're a mess, too."
"As if you minded that much when you tried to pull me down with you."
"I have the best fun with you, Yunho-yah," he replied quietly, hugging him back until his shaking was solely caused by the cold. Yunho rubbed his back gently and pulled away, keeping a hand firmly on his shoulder.
"Me too," he said with a small smile. "We should get you inside." Seonghwa nodded, letting him lead them to the door. A staff member saw them, and narrowed her eyes at their dripping clothes.
"You're not going in like this" she said sharply, and opened the door a crack. "Mingi-ssi," she called out, "could you bring out two towels? Somebody decided to take a dip and now they think they're entitled to make a mess." Not even a moment later, a confused Mingi came out holding two hefty hotel towels, brow furrowing when he caught sight of them, wet and disheveled and still holding onto each other.
Yunho reached out to take them, numbly wrapping one around Seonghwa's shoulders before getting his own. Mingi gestured between them with a strange look in his eye. "Uh, do I wanna know?"
Before Yunho could reply, Seonghwa subtly untangled himself from him and said with a shrug, "There isn't really much to tell. I felt like going for a swim and Yunho was..." his eyes shot to him, unreadable and almost cutting in their intensity, "...here."
"Right..." Mingi replied awkwardly, amused at Yunho's comically stricken look. Seonghwa moved away, brushing Mingi's arm with his chest as he entered, trying — and not quite succeeding — to stray from dripping over the tiles. He apologized to the staff, and be it his deer caught in the headlights gaze or his general beautiful person aura, they quickly ushered him to the bathroom, leaving Yunho to stare after him, frozen in place.
Once Seonghwa was out of earshot, Mingi let out an obnoxious sound that tried to be a laugh, but rather resembled a dolphin's screech. A dolphin who had a severe cold and smoked two packs a day. "Are you done?" Yunho asked tonelessly, and he held up a hand. Yunho had now choice but to wait him out.
"You should see your face," Mingi said, still grinning. "Priceless, Yunho-yah, priceless. What did he even do to you?"
"He's— I..." he trailed off, giving up. Instead, he pulled out two cigarettes and lit them both in his mouth before popping one in Mingi's.
"Way to shut me up," Mingi said, then let out a loud cough. "Minty? What the hell, Yunho-yah? What happened to your Dunhill Blacks?" And then the realization struck. "They're Seonghwa-hyung's, aren't they?"
He blushed, and nodded. "Oh, you have it bad. If you drop Dunhill Blacks of all things for these..."
"That's not true," Yunho replied defensively. "I have... he's very aesthetically pleasing."
"Yeah, right," he replied dryly. His eyes darted to the door Seonghwa had just stepped through. He grimaced at the taste, but didn't give the cigarette back; Mingi could be stubborn like that. "In any case, you should probably go inside and change too. It's getting cold."
Yunho shook his head vehemently, stifling the urge to wrap his arms around himself. He took a long drag, astounded at how easily slims burned out, and put it out. "I think this calls for a swim," he said, and Mingi laughed, though his eyes widened when Yunho pulled his shirt over his head.
"You're actually serious about this?" Yunho shrugged, his shoes and pants quickly following. He dropped them over one of the sunbeds, but took his phone with him as he stepped into the water, careful to keep his hands above the surface and flinching slightly at the cold. Mingi shook his head disapprovingly at him, though a smile was playing at his lips.
"You could join me," Yunho suggested, and Mingi wrinkled his nose.
"Yeah, not happening." He finished his cigarette with a grimace and waved Yunho goodbye to go back inside. Once he was alone, he turned on his phone camera again, capturing the sky as it was turning from deep purple to a dark indigo. He contemplated saying something, maybe posting this online for Atiny, but there was nothing he could think about that would make worth disturbing the peaceful chatter of people inside, drowned out by the sound of the waves crashing against the shore in the distance. He realized he could stay here forever, despite the cold, or maybe because of it.
A laugh startled him out of his thoughts, and he turned to find Seonghwa, freshly changed in dry clothes, crouching on the edge of the pool, smoking a cigarette. He shuffled over to him, careful not to splash any water on his phone, camera aimed on Seonghwa's face. "Mingi told me you were getting hypothermia in the pool. I said I wouldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes."
"And?" he asked, voice shaking slightly. Seonghwa didn't reply, holding out a hand instead. Yunho let him have it, but felt himself shy away as Seonghwa filmed him. He was suddenly grateful for the darkness cloaking him, afraid of Seonghwa seeing the pink flush on his cheeks, the effect he had on him.
"I think you're a different kind of reckless," he replied, sounding fond. "My kind." Yunho's breath caught, and suddenly he couldn't move. Seonghwa hummed, looking thoughtfully at the screen. "You're right," he mused, the ignition of the small flame at the tip casting a warm light over his features, softening them. "This is a pretty shot."
"Prettier with you in it," he replied, unsure of where the words had come from but unable to regret it. Seonghwa smiled wistfully, looking away.
"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" He shivered, and Seonghwa brought up a hand to his face, his thumb catching on Yunho's bottom lip. "You're cold," he said, a pained frown creasing his brows. "Your lips are a worrying shade blue."
"It is a bit cold," he admitted, and Seonghwa smiled, shifting to grab the towel without turning the camera away from Yunho's face.
"Let's get you warm, then." Yunho obediently got out as Seonghwa threw away his cig, breaking out in goosebumps as the cold air hit his skin, his teeth chattering. Seonghwa briefly trained the camera on him, whispering into the speaker, "So pretty," before handing the phone to Yunho and wrapping the towel around his body, knotting it at the top. Yunho tried not to think about the pointed way his fingers strayed from touching his skin, his eyes focused as if he was solving a complicated math problem. Yunho wanted to ask, to say something, but there was no way he could voice it, this thing between them. It had to be a figment of his imagination. Seonghwa liked closeness, and he flirted with Wooyoung and San all the time. Even Mingi and Hongjoong. This... this was nothing. It had to be. It didn't make sense otherwise. Seonghwa grabbed his clothes, grimacing slightly at the careless way Yunho had discarded them and folding them neatly. "This is Hwa-hyung in his natural habitat," he said into the camera, pointing it at his back. Seonghwa threw him a look over his shoulder.
"I wouldn't have to do all this if any of you had a single organized bone in your bodies." He arranged everything properly and started towards the door. Yunho called after him.
"Hyung! You're making me walk around like this?" Seonghwa looked at him over his shoulder, his eyes running up and down his body with a franticness that had Yunho's insides do a backflip. He didn't know if he was horrified or enraptured by the prospect of that look living on in his camera roll for him to revisit whenever he wanted.
"That sounds like a you problem."
"Hyung is so mean to me," he stage-whispered for the camera.
"Tough luck," Seonghwa replied, his eyes lingering on Yunho's towel-clad body for a moment longer before he turned away, clearly expecting Yunho to follow him. And what choice did he have, after all? Stay out here in the cold? He slipped on his shoes, pulling nervously at the hem of the too small towel that exposed a great expanse of his long legs, aware of how ridiculous he must have looked. He turned off the filming and stared uneasily at the door. When Seonghwa saw he was hesitating, he scuttled back to him and gently took his wrist, soothingly brushing the flat of his thumb over the veins there. "I'll keep an eye out. When there's nobody in the hallway, we make a run for it. How does that sound?"
Yunho nodded, relieved. "I, uh, I really didn't think this through."
"That's sort of the point of being reckless. Not paying attention around you. Not really the qualities of a good driver, but who am I to judge, right?"
"Hey, no trash talking my driving skills!" Yunho retorted. "Remind me how many times I didn't touch alcohol at the club to drive your drunk asses home."
"Yes, yes, what a saint," Seonghwa dismissed, looking out through the window for an opening. Yunho watched with bated breath, the prospect of people seeing him parading around through the hotel in nothing but a towel absolutely harrowing. "Now," he signaled, tapping Yunho's wrist and pulling him forward. They ran through the hallway and up the stairs, Seonghwa pushing him behind a pillar when a janitor descended from the floor above. He gave Seonghwa a bored look, as if he suspected he was up to something but had seen so much in his line of work that he couldn't bring himself to give a damn. After he had gone, they resumed, Seonghwa digging out the keycard from the pocket Yunho's pants and ushering him into the room the younger shared with San. It was blissfully empty, but the relief was short-lived as Seonghwa closed the door behind him, the click of it reminding him that they were alone, with no buffer or excuse between them, and Yunho was basically naked. He anxiously fiddled around with his phone, shuffling his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly waiting to see what Seonghwa would do.
But if the elder noticed the tension in the air between them, he didn't acknowledge it. Instead, he flipped open the lid of Yunho's suitcase and pulled out some clean underwear, sweatpants and an oversized hoodie with a Pink Panther pattern, then placed them on the rack in the bathroom. When he returned, an unreadable look in his eye, Yunho could suddenly remember how words worked, and he asked, sounding slightly breathless, "What are you doing, hyung?"
Seonghwa shrugged, drawing closer. "I was thinking you'd like a shower. Chlorine damages your skin." He raised a brow questioningly. "Am I wrong?"
Yunho shook his head, hitching in a breath when Seonghwa reached out to brush his fingers over the towel's knot. "Can I?" he whispered.
"Yeah," Yunho replied shakily, and he undid it in one swift movement, eyes never straying from his own, letting it fall to the floor. And perhaps it was the way Yunho held his gaze, their height difference becoming more apparent than ever as Seonghwa had to tilt his chin up to look at him. In the end it was Seonghwa who looked away first, a blush creeping up his face as his eyes fell on Yunho's bare skin. He moved aside, brushing his fingers on Yunho's hip, just above his waistband, in a touch that felt almost accidental, yet he still felt the ghost of Seonghwa's warmth seeping through him, making him stifle a shiver.
"You should go," he said, and Yunho did, casting one last look at Seonghwa, feeling as if he needed to say more. But he had his back to him, and was scrolling through his phone absently, as if nothing happened at all. Yunho entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him, only now realizing he still had his phone with him.
He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the water, stripping off his wet boxers. He leaned back against the shower wall and preventively switced off the volume on his phone to rewarch some snippets of the videos, and wasn't even ashamed of how quickly his dick responded to them.
When he emerged from the shower half an hour later, his body tranquil and his eyelids drooping from the hot water and the relaxation, he expected Seonghwa to have left. Instead, he was laying on his side on the bed, a documentary playing on his phone, forgotten in his hand. His eyes were closed, his breathing even, no doubt asleep. Yunho smiled fondly, only lightly embarrassed by the thought of what he'd just done with only a thin wall separating him from Seonghwa. He grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed and covered him with it, before slipping in beside him as quietly as he could so as to not wake him. He shuffled to the other side of the bed, curling in on himself as if trying to make himself as small as possible, fishing out an airpod from his nightstand and mindlessly scrolling through Youtube, willing his heart to slow down from hummingbird and back to sloth. He didn't even feel Seonghwa stirring beside him until he felt his arms wrap around his middle. He flinched a little before relaxing into the touch, letting Seonghwa cling to him, his chest pressed flush against Yunho's back. "I didn't think you'd still be here, hyung," he said with a shaky laugh.
Seonghwa pulled away slightly, and he immediately chased him back, missing his warmth. "Want me to go?" he asked.
"Stay," Yunho replied, the vehemence of it surprising both of them. Seonghwa tightened his grip, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Yunho's throat.
"Okay."
Unable to help himself, Yunho turned his head, their noses brushing. Seonghwa's lips parted in surprise. Discarding his phone and dropping the airpod, he spun around in Seonghwa's arms to face him, their faces so close he could already feel the kiss. But it never came. "Did you have fun in there?" Seonghwa asked mischievously, and he had an inkling he knew exactly what Yunho had been up to in the shower.
Instead of replying, Yunho reached out for Seonghwa's phone and turned on the selfie camera, holding it above their heads. He met his eyes in the screen and before he could change his mind, he said, "Ask me again, hyung."
Quickly recovering from the surprise, Seonghwa leaned even closer, his lips brushing Yunho's cheek, his voice so deep he could feel the vibration of it across his skin. "Did you have fun in the shower, Yunho-yah? It took you a while." He eyed the camera with that hooded gaze of his, and Yunho knew that if Atiny ever saw this, he wouldn't be the only one falling apart. "You had your phone with you. Tell me," he said, shifting his body even closer so their legs tangled together beneath the crumpled blanket and lowering his voice to a whisper, "what did you get off to?"
Yunho felt the blood rush into his cheeks. He forced himself not to look away, or do something equally stupid. "I..." he trailed off, at a loss. Seonghwa didn't seem deterred. His closeness didn't help matters at all; arousal was building up in the pit of his stomach, consuming him, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he was hard again.
"It's alright," he said. "It's what you wanted, isn't it? Flashing that thing at me all evening," he eyed the phone, shaking slightly as Yunho's hand trembled. His arm was starting to cramp from holding it up like that for so long, but he didn't dare move, afraid of breaking the spell. "Looking at me like that..."
"Like what?" he asked, sounding breathless.
The ghost of the barely there touch of Seonghwa's lips on his cheek was only teasing, testing. Yunho twitched in anticipation, pressed right against Seonghwa's thigh. He smiled knowingly at Yunho's caught out expression.
"Like you want me," he replied.
"Does that even surprise you, hyung?" he said, laughing nervously. The camera began to shake even worse.
"Kind of," Seonghwa said, a shadow crossing his face as his other hand played around with the string of Yunho's pants. The gesture felt so absentmindedly done that Yunho wondered if he knew what it did to him, or if it made any difference at all. Did he even want this at all? Ignoring his already embarrassingly throbbing erection, he switched off the camera and leveled their gazes together.
"What is this to you, hyung?" he asked, sounding slightly desperate. Seonghwa shrugged, averting his eyes. For the first time, it seemed that Yunho had left him speechless.
"You're my Yunho," he replied at last, so quietly he'd barely heard him, cheeks turning red. He raised his eyes, meeting Yunho's through his lashes. "My beautiful, reckless, stubborn, utterly crazy Yunho-yah."
Yunho whimpered, and suddenly this was no longer enough. He slithered from Seonghwa's grip and pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him, so close Yunho could count his lashes. "Hyung..." he choked out, eyes flitting to Seonghwa's lips briefly before slotting their mouths together in a sloppy kiss, all spit and tongue and teeth, no coordination or purpose other than kissing him for the sake of kissing him. Seonghwa raked a hand through his damp hair, tugging at it slightly. He pulled away so they could breathe, eyes sparkling as he fisted a few strands of Yunho's hair.
"I didn't think anyone could look so good with greenish hair, but you..." Yunho shifted, his crotch dragging over Seonghwa's hardness, and he hissed.
"Go on," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He moved his hips into a harsher rhythm that had Seonghwa drape a leg over Yunho's back to pull him closer.
"You..." he choked out from parted lips. "...feel so good on top of me. I can't..."
Yunho kissed him again, catching Seonghwa's bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it gently, drawing a sharp moan that he covered with his mouth. Seonghwa pushed up his hips into him, hands frantically tugging at the waistband of Yunho's pants. "Please..." he whimpered. "It's not enough, I—"
Yunho hummed, though it came out rather strangled. "So needy, hyung." Seonghwa bit down on his jaw, hard, and he gasped. "What was that for?" Yunho asked, laughing.
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes, using what limited space he had to slide his length over Yunho's slit in a slow thrust, agonizing in its precision. "Nothing," he replied, still toying with Yunho's waistband. He relented, kissing him softly. He pulled off to slide Seonghwa's pants over his legs and took off his own, purposefully throwing them all around the room.
Seonghwa quickly tried to move to get them, but Yunho was on top of him at once, pinning his wrists over his head. Seonghwa gasped, and he captured his mouth again briefly, drowning out the critique that was no doubt blooming on his lips. He'd be damned if he would let him chastize him about cleaning of all things now. Shifting so as to hold his wrists in one hand, he slithered his other one under the hem of Seonghwa's shirt, feeling up the lithe muscle there.
"Hyung, hyung, hyung... Look at you. How could anyone resist you?"
"Tell me I'm your favorite," Seonghwa said, and Yunho met his eyes, hand still roaming over his skin greedily.
Yunho leaned closer, tilting Seonghwa's chin so he could whisper in his ear. "You're my favorite, hyung. You know that."
He shivered, wrapping his legs around Yunho again, and this time they both let out matching gasps as their bare cocks pressed together, creating a perfect friction. Yunho brought up his palm to Seonghwa's mouth, whose eyes glinted, never leaving his own as he licked a stripe over it. He wrapped his slicked up hand around both of their cocks, spreading the precome to make the glide smoother. "Fuck, Yunho..."
"You like that, hyung?" he asked, delightedly taking in the almost pained frown resting between Seonghwa's brows, his lips puffy and red from kissing him.
"Yunho, I—" he trailed off, arching his hips back into him, head tilting back as he came with a strangled moan, spilling all over both of them. Yunho didn't slow his rhythm, taking the momentum to mouth at the exposed column of Seonghwa's throat. Yunho could feel his pulse jumping beneath the skin.
"You— I— Yunho-yah..." he tried, and Yunho pressed a quick kiss against his mouth to shush him. Seonghwa scratched lightly at his back, and he took it as a cue to get off him, but his grip tightened, preventing it.
"What is it, hyung?" He placed a hand over Seonghwa's heart, taking a few guiding breaths to help slow his down. Seonghwa followed his rhythm, wide eyes trained on Yunho.
"Shirt off," he managed, yet despite how shallow his breathing still was, Yunho couldn't help but almost instantly comply, pulling the hoodie over his head and discarding it along with the rest of their clothing. This time, Seonghwa didn't even cast his eyes to the mess, keeping them firmly trained on Yunho, then slowly making their way down his body, all the way to his still almost painfully hard cock. He didn't touch him yet, though Yunho could feel his eyes on him like the edge of a knife running down his body, not hurting, but assessing, committing to memory. And then he wrapped his small hand around him, barely managing to encircle it with his fingers, spreading some of Seonghwa's come over his length. "Fuck, I didn't think you were this big."
Yunho moaned at the lewd sight, and moved his hips to meet Seonghwa's thrusts. He was impossibly close, his thighs clenching as Seonghwa brought him to the edge. And then he stopped, pulling off altogether.
Yunho let out a little sound of protest. "Yunho-yah," Seonghwa said, and his eyes snapped open, not having realized that he'd closed them. His voice was so low, eyes the color of the darkest night, and Yunho figured he could come from only looking at him. "Fuck my mouth," he said, "Use me to get off." Yunho's breath caught.
"You mean that?" In response, Seonghwa rose up to his knees and leveled their gazes for a moment.
"Do you take me for somebody who says things they don't mean?" he asked sharply, shuffling in front of Yunho on the bed and bracing a hand on his chest. Yunho let himself be pushed back on the bed.
"Hyung," Yunho said guiltily, "I touched myself in the shower earlier." He blushed and averted his gaze, as if out of all things they'd said and done tonight, this compared in terms of filth. "Thinking of you. Looking at those videos."
"Good," Seonghwa replied, sounding unsurprised. He reached for Yunho's phone and turned on the camera before handing it to him. "Here. I'm giving you another one." Yunho numbly took it, holding it to the side so he could see what Seonghwa would do, unable to believe his eyes.
Seonghwa kissed a path down his stomach, taking his sweet time. Yunho's cock twitched in anticipation. "Please, hyung..." he choked out. Seonghwa smiled knowingly, first at him, and then at the camera.
He went lower, eyes trained on Yunho's as he flicked his tongue over the head before sinking in slowly, swallowing the precome. Yunho could feel the bobbing of his throat as he did, and with a strangled whimper, he pushed his hips up into Seonghwa's mouth in one sharp thrust that hit the back of his throat. Spit and precome gathered at the corners of his lips as he gagged, tears glistening in his eyes, yet he didn't pull away. "Hyung, I don't want to hurt you." Seonghwa couldn't reply with his mouth full, but the look he gave him spoke volumes. Do as I asked of you. I can take it. I want to take it.
Still wary, Yunho reached out to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling him off his cock almost all the way, then pushing him back, slowing when he gagged. "Tap my thigh if it's too much, okay?" Seonghwa gave a brief nod.
Yunho's hand trembled on the phone, as the other one guided Seonghwa's head up and down his cock in a harsh rhythm, their eyes glued to each other, the camera still filming away, forgotten in the space between them. They were tears in both of their eyes now, from the sheer intensity of it. Yunho slowed him down, hand coming down to rest against his cheek. Seonghwa let out a surprised gasp, and he felt it up to his every nerve ending. As the wave overtook him, he couldn't push out any words of warning, yet Seonghwa realized he was dangling on the edge and placed both his hands on Yunho's hips to hold them down as he spilled down his throat.
Seonghwa pulled off with a lewd shucking sound, and swallowed before wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Yunho leaned up to kiss him, his spent cock giving a twitch of interest upon tasting himself on his hyung's tongue. When he pulled away, he held his gaze, reaching out with his free hand to squeeze Seonghwa's, folded shyly on his lap. The tinge of hope in his gaze made Yunho's heart jolt violently.
"What are we now, hyung?" he asked. Seonghwa reached out and took the phone from his hand, filming Yunho instead.
"You did say I'm your favorite, didn't you?" Yunho flushed, and nodded.
"You still mean it?"
"Of course," Yunho replied. He smiled, looking almost relieved.
"Then you answered your own question."
"What about me?" he asked. "What am I to you?"
Seonghwa draped his arms over his neck, still holding the phone, and leaned in to kiss Yunho's cheek. "My Yunho-yah."
Yunho decided he could live with that, and smiled softly. When Seonghwa pulled away to turn off the film, he grimaced at the mess on his shirt, stained from his come. "Just take it off," Yunho said with a shrug, leaning his weight back on an arm, already feeling content and sleepy.
Seonghwa did, and the sight of his bare torso had Yunho's eyes widen so dramatically it wouldn't have surprised him if they popped out of his skull. "Oh, stop it, you look ridiculous," Seonghwa said, laughing. "Anyhow, we're not sleeping like this."
Yunho groaned, giving a rather exaggerated pout. "Why not?" Seonghwa shot him a look.
"Sannie could return, Yunho-yah," he replied.
"Fine. Then give me my pants and you take my hoodie."
"You're not kicking me out?" Seonghwa asked, perking up.
"Why would I kick you out? San is probably so drunk he'll probably end up in Wooyoung's room again. And even if he does show..." he looked away, suddenly sheepish. "I don't know, I kinda want you to stay."
Seonghwa pondered him for a long moment before breaking out in a mischievous grin. He did put on underwear, but aside from that one particular difference, the way they looked wasn't any less filthy than he'd pictured it. An attire split between them, the upper half of Yunho's body exposed and the hoodie, even though it reached Seonghwa's mid thighs, didn't do much to hide his bare legs otherwise.
"I think it would traumatize him less if we were naked," Seonghwa remarked, assesing both of them with a critically raised brow and pulling at the hem of Yunho's hoodie as if the material would magically elongate. Yunho pulled him by the hand and he fell on top of him with a started gasp, but relaxed against his chest instantly, spinning around so he could wrap his arms around him. "I feel so dirty," Seonghwa protested weakly. Yunho's head snapped up, eyes cutting to him worriedly.
"Hyung— is it because I'm a guy or... a member?"
"No," Seonghwa cut him off. "I mean I feel dirty. Literally."
"Wanna go clean up?" he asked without much interest, and Seonghwa hummed.
"We probably should," Seonghwa replied on that same tone, none of them displaying any further intention of actually getting up. Yunho managed to kick up the blanket to at least cover Seonghwa's bare legs. "On second thought," he said, "it would be tough to explain it to Sannie if he finds us in the shower together."
Yunho laughed. "Yeah, as if our clothes scattered all over the floor could ever point to anything else."
"We could always blame it on strip poker," Seonghwa said, and kissed him again.
"Whatever you say, hyung," Yunho replied, eyelids drooping as he felt his consciousness begin to slip away. "Whatever you say."