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Much to everyone’s displeasure, except for the players, the of-course game continued even when they were off of the yacht.
Wooyoung couldn’t remember who brought it back first, but at this point, it didn’t even matter. All he knew was that he refused to settle with his loss, Yunho got some sort of sick joy from entertaining him, and they worked together by one upping each other until they both inevitably fell off the deep end.
When it was believed that Wooyoung and Yunho had already achieved their lowest of lows by their jabs about neither of them changing their underwear regularly or wiping after taking a dump, things started to get personal.
“Your only step in your morning routine is to wipe the drool off of your face,” Wooyoung taunted.
“Of course, because no more needs to be done,” Yunho boasted. “And you use your drool instead of hair gel,” he fired back, flicking one of the many long strands of hair framing Wooyoung’s forehead. It immediately recoiled back into place after the touch.
Wooyoung remained unflinching, instead preening with a proud grin, “Of course I do. It’s called using natural resources.”
“When will you two quit it already...” Hongjoong sighed. He had been the biggest proponent for the game to end when the yacht waded across calm, crystal clear waters, and it was no different when they were now on the road driving back to their dorms.
Upon the sound of their voices, Hongjoong shoved a pair of earplugs in his ears and turned towards the window in hopes to catch up on some much needed sleep.
Wooyoung glared lasers into the back of Hongjoong’s head before whipping back to face Yunho. He’d yet to give his counterattack, and Yunho looked expectant, wearing a smug smirk as he awaited Wooyoung’s next words.
Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. Yunho looked way too cocky for his liking. Wooyoung would do anything to wipe the stupid expression off of his face. But he couldn’t take too long to think unless he were to forfeit, which was the very last thing on his mind.
Wooyoung took a deep breath. He needed to deal the final blow that would render Yunho speechless for good.
“You know you need my cooking to survive, right?”
In Wooyoung’s mind, it was a critical hit. Knowing Yunho’s hesitancy to rely on others, instead always offering to give help himself instead, paired with his love for all things food, namely the food Wooyoung made, made this the quintessential comeback.
But it had the same effect of tossing a pebble into an ocean and thinking it would make a splash; Yunho only exhaled softly from his nose, as if Wooyoung had muttered an unfunny joke under his breath that only he heard.
Wooyoung was almost afraid for what would come next with Yunho’s response.
“Of course, I can’t get enough of it,” Yunho added emphatically. “And you would die if I didn’t let you touch me, right?”
‘Of course.’ Of-fucking-course, that was all Wooyoung had to say.
But for some reason, he took Yunho’s words personally. “Wh– that’s–” Wooyoung stammered, “That’s not true!”
Wooyoung’s face felt hot all of a sudden as he realized his outburst. In the same moment, Yunho’s eyes widened, and then he was laughing.
“Ha, I win!” Yunho cheered, before lowering his voice. “I’m glad everything else was true about you, Wooyoung-ah. Except I guess you don’t like it when you touch me... But I thought you did? That’s why you do it so much.”
“I don’t. I really don’t,” Wooyoung insisted, crossing his arms.
He was absolutely livid with himself. The game ended so fast and he didn’t even know why he felt so adamant to deny Yunho’s claim.
Because it was true. All it took was a pair of eyes to see that Wooyoung was absolutely obsessed with Yunho. A glance his way had a fifty-fifty chance of getting to see him wrapped around Yunho so closely and tightly that they might as well fuse into one person.
Maybe it could even be deduced by hearing, too; whenever Wooyoung was laughing the loudest, hitting the nearest person around him the hardest, nine times out of ten it would be while in Yunho’s company.
Wooyoung could admit that touch was important to him. It was one of the many ways he showed love. He was so touchy with Yunho because he loved him, but it didn’t mean he needed to keep his paws on him or else he’d die. He was a perfectly independent, self-sufficient human being that didn’t need Yunho like oxygen.
Wooyoung had turned away from Yunho, so he flinched once he felt Yunho’s lips brush against the shell of his ear. He would’ve melted but he was too busy fuming. He felt hotter as he felt Yunho’s breath caress his ear. “It’s okay if you do, Wooyoung-ah. I’m just glad you like me so much.”
“Shut up,” Wooyoung scoffed, scooting closer to the window. “I don’t like you at all.”
“Oh?” Yunho tilted his head, brows raised in amusement. “Then prove it.”
“I would love to. Come to my room tonight,” Wooyoung invited. “I’ll show you just how wrong you are.”
Being within earshot of the whole conversation, Jongho reached over the middle aisle to poke Hongjoong’s shoulder, effectively rousing him from sleep.
Hongjoong jerked awake, pulling out one of his earplugs to listen to Jongho speak. Wooyoung and Yunho were still flirt-bickering, clueless to the conversation in the row in front of them.
“Hyung, I think we’ll have to set up camp in the studio tonight,” Jongho told him, sparing a glance behind him.
“Oh, of course we will,” Hongjoong groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Just remind me to grab my laptop, Jongho-ya.”
“Will do,” Jongho saluted.
When Yunho showed up at the front door after Hongjoong and Jongho evacuated the premises, Wooyoung almost tipped his head up to kiss him by reflex. It was such a natural thing between them, so deeply ingrained into their routines, that Wooyoung was only able to catch himself mid act.
Thankfully he didn’t make contact yet, even though Yunho looked absolutely kissable, his face dewy from washing up after their schedule and lips slightly pink from a lip scrub, all framed by the hood of a gray hoodie.
Yunho only smiled as Wooyoung lowered himself from his toes and rolled his weight back onto his heels.
“Welcome,” Wooyoung deadpanned.
“Hey! You sound so excited to see me. You answered the door so fast, too. But I thought you didn’t like me?” Yunho teased as he toed off his shoes at the front door.
“I thought the takeout I ordered came. I didn’t want the poor deliveryman to lug the bags all the way up here,” Wooyoung bluffed, ducking his head to examine his nails.
They were unpainted and blunt so they weren’t all that special to look at, but Wooyoung needed to redirect his gaze before he lost his mind. But he ended up holding his breath as Yunho’s gray sweatpants came into his line of sight. It was the pair that always drove Wooyoung crazy because he wanted them off as soon as possible.
He knew Yunho knew this very well.
“Did you order for me, too? That’s so thoughtful of you, Wooyoungie,” Yunho cooed.
“No, I just have a big appetite today. Maybe you can have one bite if there’s leftovers,” Wooyoung offered charitably as if Yunho didn’t end up finishing his meals for him anyway. “Anyway, you’re only here for one thing, right? Let’s go to my room then.”
“Wow, I feel so special,” Yunho quipped.
Wooyoung resisted the urge to laugh, or grab Yunho’s hand and lace their fingers together as they made their way down the hall. He kept his hands shoved inside his pockets and didn’t even spare a glance back until they entered his bedroom.
Once Yunho closed the door behind them, Wooyoung’s mind practically went blank. Pretending to hate Yunho took up so much brainpower and Wooyoung wasn’t sure he could keep it up for the whole night.
“So, how are we gonna do this?” Wooyoung asked.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question? You invited me here, Young-ah!” Yunho said with a laugh.
“I didn’t think that far ahead!” Wooyoung whined.
“Hmm...” Yunho pouted in thought before he lit up with an idea. He was so cute. Wooyoung wanted to kiss him so bad. “Only you can’t touch me, right?”
“Right, that’s what I promised,” Wooyoung nodded.
“Then what if... I get to do anything to you,” Yunho proposed, stepping closer towards Wooyoung until he had him cornered against the bed. “And if you touch me, you lose.”
“Fine. You’re on,” Wooyoung accepted the challenge. He realized he was already halfway on the bed with how closely Yunho towered over him, so he laid back on the mattress with a sigh. “Finally, you get to do all the work for a change...”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that...” Yunho said, joining him on the bed. He crawled on top of Wooyoung’s body to straddle him. “You might end up using all your willpower trying to hold yourself back.”
“Please. You could not be any more wrong right now,” Wooyoung said. His arms immediately snapped to his sides, preventing the possibility of them coming up to hold Yunho’s waist.
Wooyoung was determined. He wouldn’t touch Yunho no matter what. Even when he felt his cock already stirring in interest from Yunho reaching down to grab him through his pants.
Wooyoung’s body was practically wired to give Yunho attention, but he had to resist. He wasn’t even going to give Yunho the satisfaction of hearing his sounds. Wooyoung bit his lip, stifling a whimper as the heel of Yunho’s palm rubbed against his bulge.
“Oh, what’s this?” Yunho chuckled breathily, amused by Wooyoung’s reaction and clearly interested from feeling Wooyoung’s cock filling up, a pretty blush rising to his face. “You’re as tense as a log, Young-ah. You shouldn’t be trying so hard if you really mean it.”
“I’m not trying,” Wooyoung said, trying to convince himself at this point. “I’m so relaxed right now.”
“Suuure,” Yunho drawled.
“Don’t believe me? Fine,” Wooyoung uttered and threw his arms over his head. It was a more vulnerable position that way, and he felt his shirt riding up his belly, but he was grateful for the redirection when he realized he could grip his pillow under his head whenever he wanted now. “Is that better?”
“Are you asking me or yourself?” Yunho teased.
“You, of course. You seem like you want me to be a certain way,” Wooyoung accused.
“Hmm? Like what?”
“Like, desperate. Which I’m not.” Wooyoung had to bat away all the thoughts about begging Yunho to finally slip his hand under his waistband and instead sucked in a deep breath, conspicuously spreading his legs to give Yunho better access to his groin.
Yunho clearly noticed this and smirked. “Right. So not desperate.” He emphasized the point with a squeeze of his fingers around Wooyoung’s bulge.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung huffed. He almost didn’t know what to do with himself. He felt his core tighten as Yunho dragged his hand against the front of his pants one last time before finally hooking his fingers beneath his waistband. Wooyoung raised his hips, letting Yunho pull off his pants and underwear in one motion. His cock was at full mast now, stiff along his pelvis as his pants landed on the floor.
Just because Wooyoung couldn’t touch Yunho didn’t mean that Yunho couldn’t touch him. Wooyoung stretched his arms higher, arching his body out and making his shirt ride up his stomach even more. He knew he looked irresistible like that, feeling proud of himself as Yunho eyed him hungrily, licking his lips as he honed in on Wooyoung’s cock.
Yunho reached forward to hold him, and it was all the warning Wooyoung got before he bent down to run his lips along his cock.
“Oh, shit...” Wooyoung hissed, squeezing his eyes shut. He grit his clenched teeth together and dug his fingers into his pillowcase hard once Yunho introduced his tongue, the sensation hot and electrifying as he dragged the flat of it up Wooyoung’s length.
It took an insurmountable strength to not chase the sensation and thrust up into Yunho’s mouth. Wooyoung ended up channeling his pent up energy by grounding his hips down into the bed, away from Yunho. But it wasn’t like he could move far away; all Yunho had to do was lower his head to catch his cock again.
Wooyoung’s breathing intensified as Yunho’s lips briefly wrapped around his head, his soft tongue massaging the slit once, twice, and then it was all gone.
“Yunho-ya!” Wooyoung’s eyes flew open, gasping like he’d just dunked his head underwater and surfaced for air.
Yunho was looking back up at his face, his lips parted and shiny and so tantalizingly close to his dick. He was breathing hard, too, but still sounded much more composed than Wooyoung could ever be.
“Eyes on me,” Yunho murmured before descending back down again. He placed a wet kiss on Wooyoung’s cockhead before enclosing his lips around him once more, glancing up from his lashes to make sure Wooyoung was still watching him.
“Jesus fuck, Yunho-ya,” Wooyoung hissed. He was sure he looked crazed as he tried to keep his eyes wide open, his breath caught in his throat as Yunho sank even lower on his cock.
His fingers itched to reach down and bury themselves in Yunho’s hair, pushing his head down until his mouth was properly stuffed and the tip of Yunho’s nose was nuzzled against his pelvis. Wooyoung released a groan of frustration when he remembered he couldn’t do just that.
Yunho smiled crookedly around Wooyoung’s cock, graciously deciding to reward him by lowering his head even further. His lips stretched amazingly around Wooyoung, the drool and his soft tongue cushioning the glide down. Wooyoung felt his heart swell with oddly timed affection from the effort. Yunho hadn’t even taken him in all the way but Wooyoung already felt the beginnings of his throat, signaling he was nearing his limit.
Yunho’s hand came up to wrap around Wooyoung at his stopping point. His fluttering lashes were wet from the unshed tears brimming in his eyes. Wooyoung wanted to wipe them away, but Yunho was faster, hastily swiping them away with his fingers, leaving Wooyoung to be dazed by the sight of his boyfriend whose heavenly lips were wrapped around him.
It felt like an eternity once Yunho moved. Wooyoung moaned loudly once Yunho started bobbing his head, using his hand as the checkpoint to rise back up. It didn’t take long for Wooyoung to feel his body locking up, his core tightening the longer Yunho went at it. He ended up breaking the eye contact once again when it became too much, relishing the sensations of Yunho’s mouth and throat tight around him, the sound from the buildup of spit sticky and intense in his ears.
“Close, fuck, I’m close,” Wooyoung rushed out.
Yunho popped off of him, making his whole body deflate as he was yanked downhill from his peak. Wooyoung whined, “Ugh, why’d you stop?”
Yunho rose and wiped his mouth, having the audacity to smile at him. “You can’t come yet, Wooyoung-ah.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. There’s one more challenge I want you to do,” Yunho said.
“You’re fucking crazy,” Wooyoung sighed, folding his arms over his stomach. “You’re depriving my dick of all my cum and joy.”
Yunho just rolled his eyes. “You say that before you even know what I’m going to do.”
“Well, what are you—” The words died in Wooyoung’s throat as Yunho pulled out a bottle of lube from the pocket of his hoodie and flicked the cap open with his thumb.
Yunho laughed weakly as Wooyoung’s face fell. He was truly living in dystopia; he was going to have to watch Yunho open himself up without getting to lay even a finger on him.
“I’ll be quick, don’t worry,” Yunho assured him.
“Could you at least turn around when you do it?” Wooyoung asked.
Yunho chortled at the odd request. “What, you don’t want to see my face?”
“I want to see your ass,” Wooyoung said.
“Is that all I am to you, Young-ah? Just an ass?” Yunho asked as he tugged his hoodie over his head, leaving his hair endearingly messy after. Still, he followed Wooyoung’s request as he turned around to take off his pants. He made quite the show of pulling his waistband down, hooking his thumbs beneath the elastic and slowly dragging them down the swell of his ass. He wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath.
“Yeah, a huge ass,” Wooyoung said, licking his lips as Yunho bent over on his spread knees. His cock hung heavy between his legs but Yunho had more willpower than he did, electing not to touch himself as he lowered his body even more.
“Ha-ha,” Yunho laughed dryly, situating himself until he was lying down on his front. He turned his head the best he could to see Wooyoung, his cheek pressed against the mattress as he had to use both of his hands.
Yunho poured the lube out onto his fingers and reached behind himself. He used his clean hand to spread himself and circled his lubed fingertips around his own entrance, teasing his hole. It winked deliciously at Wooyoung, growing shiny with the lube Yunho was smearing around it.
It took some time, but Yunho’s long fingers finally pushed inside himself. Wooyoung bit his lip as he listened to Yunho’s sounds, soft moans that were stifled from half of his face being pushed into the blanket. Usually Wooyoung was the reason behind all those sounds, whether it be from his fingers plunged deep inside of him or his face buried between Yunho’s cheeks, or both. The fact that Yunho could still pleasure himself and produce the sweetest sounds Wooyoung had ever heard was almost too devastating to handle.
“You said you’d be quick,” Wooyoung said.
“Do you need me that badly?” Yunho asked, smirking as he eyed Wooyoung’s cock. He was still so hard, and he hadn’t even been touching himself.
“Just hurry up,” Wooyoung urged him.
“Cute. Don’t worry, I’m almost done,” Yunho sighed.
Wooyoung braced himself alongside Yunho as he slid his fingers out of his hole. He exhaled in relief as Yunho approached him once more on the bed, making a stop at his discarded hoodie to pull another thing out of its magical pocket.
Wooyoung groaned once he saw Yunho pull out the condom packet. “Seriously?”
Yunho was serious. “You can’t touch me. That includes being inside of me.”
Wooyoung wasn’t sure how it was possible to be so ridiculous, but Yunho was determined. Making sure the opening was wide enough, Yunho rolled the condom down on Wooyoung’s cock, making sure his fist stayed in contact with the latex barrier the whole time.
Yunho squeezed Wooyoung through the condom before swinging a leg over Wooyoung’s body to barely straddle him. He took advantage of his long legs, widening his stance and depriving Wooyoung from the joy of being able to feel Yunho’s knees bracketing his hips when he rode him.
“Fuck, you’re killing me...” Wooyoung whined. Yunho might have just unlocked the greatest form of torture of them all.
Yunho laughed breathily. “Will you admit it, then?”
“Absolutely not,” Wooyoung said, locking in. He refused to be the loser who went back on his word. Because he didn’t need to touch Yunho to get him through this hellish lifetime. Even when Yunho was just about ready to sink on his cock, keeping Wooyoung steadied by the base as he aligned himself.
Wooyoung’s hands were shaking as they hovered over Yunho’s hips. He eventually curled them into fists to contain himself. He wasn’t going to give in this late in the game. He just had to endure this one last challenge.
Yunho noticed the restraint and smirked, which eventually faltered as he lowered his hips, easing Wooyoung inside. Not the one needing to prove himself, Yunho was shameless, tipping his head back to release a soft moan. He was performative with the way he angled his bare throat, and Wooyoung’s lips tingled as he imagined himself sinking his teeth deep into the flesh, leaving dark and blooming marks that were only possible in his fantasies because they still had jobs to do.
It was getting hard to keep up the facade. Wooyoung felt insane. Yunho was bouncing on his cock at whatever speed he pleased, but the real issue was that he was serious about limiting as much contact as possible. He didn’t plant himself against Wooyoung’s chest or lean back against Wooyoung’s legs, instead gripping the headboard in front of him. He kept his cock cradled close to his body, not even letting it drip or slap against Wooyoung’s stomach. He also refused to let his cheeks or thighs meet Wooyoung’s skin, sinking only just enough on his length before rising back up again.
Worse of all, Yunho’s chest was so close to his face, his nipples dark and untouched, and Wooyoung couldn’t latch onto them like a piranha and bite them to hell.
“I’m close,” Yunho panted with effort. “So it’s — still a no, huh?”
“No,” Wooyoung groaned, at his wits’ end. Fuck it, he wasn’t going to have Yunho come without even touching him! “No, no, no... Yunho-ya, I forfeit!”
“Wooyoung—” Yunho started, but interrupted himself with a yelp as he was flipped over with the little strength Wooyoung had left. “Ah, Wooyoung!”
Yunho hooked his arms around Wooyoung’s neck as Wooyoung broke his oath to grip his legs hard. He moaned brokenly when Wooyoung surged forward to crash their lips together, slamming his hips forward until his thighs slapped against Yunho’s skin.
Yunho was no longer cupping himself, but instead furiously working over his cock as Wooyoung thrust into him. Wooyoung pushed his hand away to stroke him himself. Both of them moaned, Yunho from the sensation and Wooyoung from finally getting to feel the hot throb of his cock beneath his fingertips along with his thrusts.
Even though he initiated it, Wooyoung struggled to maintain the kiss, moaning into Yunho’s mouth as he fucked into him. His whole body was alight with pleasure and he couldn’t stop. He buried his face into Yunho’s neck as he thrust his hips as deep he could get. The depth made Yunho shudder and emit an urgent cry against Wooyoung’s shoulder, sending Wooyoung’s fist stroking him even faster through his orgasm.
Yunho coming had a bit of a chain reaction, or Wooyoung was just about there too and feeling his hole flutter around him was just enough. He exhaled and drained his balls into the condom that he wished didn’t exist so Yunho would be full of him in every sense of the word.
Wooyoung kept his eyes squeezed shut as he heaved for breath, his face still hidden in Yunho’s neck. He still saw stars beneath his eyelids when Yunho finally broke the silence, still breathless himself. “So... I guess I win again?”
“Hey, I passed the first challenge,” Wooyoung pointed out. “So it’s a tie.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Yunho said skeptically. “So should we have a rematch?”
“Yeah.” Wooyoung mumbled. “Not right now though. I’m spent.”
“Me too,” Yunho said before adding cheekily, “But to be honest, I hope you’ll lose again.”
Wooyoung endured the pounding in his head when he raised it to stare at Yunho in the eye before ducking back down to bite his neck, hard.
He celebrated the albeit temporary win when Yunho yelped. It was quickly evened out when Yunho dug his fingers into his sides, making Wooyoung giggle uncontrollably and roll off of him altogether.
Wooyoung pulled Yunho back down, still laughing as they connected their lips. If it became known that Wooyoung couldn’t survive without touching Yunho at all times after all, then so be it. He would gladly wear the fact with pride.