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Lately, Jungwon's been totally fixated on Sunghoon's lips. The older guy's been taking extra care of them, making Jungwon wonder just how soft they are.
They're chilling at the dinner table, waiting for the food to be ready. Jungwon's sitting across from his "current obsession" because he can't stop staring at those lips. He's been daydreaming about kissing them. "Jungwon, what're you staring at?" Sunoo, sitting next to him, waves his hands in front of Jungwon's face. Jungwon didn't realize he'd been staring for that long, but luckily, Sunghoon's too busy on his phone to notice. "Oh, nothing. Just bored waiting. When's the food gonna be ready, Hyung?" Jungwon lies, but he doesn't know Sunoo's caught on to his staring at Sunghoon.
"Jungwon, your eyes are giving you away," Sunoo says after dinner when they're watching a K-drama in the living room. Jungwon chokes on his snack, surprised. "W-what?" he stutters. "I know you were staring at Sunghoon Hyung while we ate. You think I'm blind or something?"
"Okay, you got me. I can't hide it anymore. You're right, Sunoo Hyung. I've been all up in my head about Sunghoon Hyung. Do you think he looks softer lately?" Jungwon explains. "He looks normal to me."
"I'm gonna sleep with Ni-ki and Jake Hyung. You can have your room. Just, uh, use protection," Sunoo winks, leaving Jungwon shocked. "Hyung, come on, what the hell?" With that Sunoo heads off to Ni-ki and Jake's room, leaving Jungwon alone.
Everyone's asleep; no schedule tomorrow, but Jungwon's wide awake, so he's watching TV in the dark living room.
"Jungwon, you haven't slept?" Sunghoon's surprised to see him on the couch. He'd just gotten up for a drink. "No, I can't sleep," Jungwon replies. Sunghoon sits next to him, still half-asleep but willing to stay up. "You should go back to sleep, Hyung," Jungwon says, not wanting to keep him up. "Nah, it's cool. I'll hang out 'til you're sleepy," Sunghoon assures him.
They try watching a movie on Netflix, but Jungwon's attention is elsewhere. His eyes keep darting to Sunghoon, the tension building until he finally can't take it, pushing Sunghoon back on the couch. "H-hey, what are you doing, Wonie?" Sunghoon whines, breath hitching as Jungwon's gaze sharpens.
Jungwon doesn't reply, just leans in, his hand beside Sunghoon's head, trapping him. The air's electric, Jungwon's eyes locked on Sunghoon's lips, watching them part slightly. "Hyung, your lips look so tempting right now; I wanna taste them," Jungwon whispers, his voice husky.
"Go for it then," Sunghoon challenges, his voice a mix of defiance and need, leaning into Jungwon. It's all the permission Jungwon needs, their kiss starting soft but quickly turning desperate. He captures Sunghoon's lips with his own, pressing hard, tasting the sweetness of the lip balm. Jungwon nips at Sunghoon's bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from him, and then he's sliding his tongue in, exploring every inch of Sunghoon's mouth. It's wet, it's messy, and it's everything Jungwon's been craving.
Sunghoon's hands clutch at Jungwon's shirt, pulling him closer, his whines turning into needy gasps as Jungwon bites down on his lip, sucking it into his mouth. Their tongues slide against each other, a dance of hunger and desire, and Sunghoon's whimpers fill the quiet room, spurring Jungwon on.
"J-Jungwon, wait!" Sunghoon gasps for air, but his body's begging for more. Jungwon doesn't stop, moving to his neck, leaving marks, each one making Sunghoon whine louder. He bites, then soothes with his tongue, feeling Sunghoon's pulse race under his lips. Sunghoon's hands are in Jungwon's hair now, pulling him closer, to give Jungwon better access.
Pushing Sunghoon down, Jungwon hovers over him, their breaths mingling. "Your lips are so damn addicting, Hyung. So soft," he murmurs, hands roaming over Sunghoon's chest, feeling his heartbeat under his palms.
"Hyung, wanna keep going?" Jungwon asks, voice thick with desire. Sunghoon, looking wrecked, nods, "Do whatever you want, leader-nim."
"Let's go to my room," Jungwon says, urgency in his voice as he lifts Sunghoon. In the dim light of his room, they continue, their kisses deepening, each one a promise of more. Jungwon lays Sunghoon down on the bed, the sheets cool against his warm skin. Their movements are slow, deliberate, each touch a question answered with a sigh or a gentle press of lips.
Jungwon hovers above Sunghoon, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. His hands trace the lines of Sunghoon's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, revealing more skin to explore. Sunghoon's breath catches, a soft sound escaping him as Jungwon's fingertips dance across his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath.
They're tangled in each other, Jungwon's lips finding their way from Sunghoon's mouth to his neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses and gentle nips, marking him in a way that's both claiming and caring. Sunghoon's hands roam over Jungwon's back, pulling him closer, their bodies aligning in a rhythm that's as old as time.
Their clothes become an afterthought, shed with quiet urgency, the air cool against their heated skin. Jungwon's touch is everywhere, mapping out Sunghoon's reactions, learning what makes him gasp, what makes him arch into the touch. They move together, a dance of give and take, each movement a step closer to losing themselves in each other.
The room is filled with whispered words, soft moans, and the rustle of sheets as they find a pace that suits them both, slow and then desperate, then slow again. Jungwon's hands are gentle but firm, guiding Sunghoon through waves of sensation, his lips never straying far, kissing away any hint of discomfort, replacing it with pleasure.
They explore each other with a mix of reverence and raw desire, every touch, every kiss, a testament to their connection. The night stretches on, each moment feeling like it could last forever as they share this intimate dance, where time seems to pause, and the world outside their bubble ceases to exist.
Next morning, Sunghoon's body's sore. Jungwon went all out once they were alone. Sunghoon doesn't remember when they stopped, but Jungwon cleaned him up, so he's in a comfy, oversized shirt. "Hyung, you're up?" Jungwon asks, voice raspy. "Won-ah, I'm so sore," Sunghoon complains, trying to move. "I'll massage you," Jungwon offers. "Help me to the bathroom first." Jungwon carries him, but when Sunghoon sees his reflection, he blushes at the marks on his neck and chest. Thank goodness they've got no plans today; he can't walk straight, and the makeup artist would kill him.
"Sunghoon, you cold or something?" Jay asks, seeing the turtleneck. "Just chilly," Sunghoon lies. Jay seems suspicious but drops it. He heard Sunghoon last night, which is why he scolds Jungwon later. "Yah! Yang Jungwon, you're not a kid anymore. Have some decency, man, for all our sakes."
"Dude, why are you limping? You were fine last night" Jake's shocked to see Sunghoon struggling to walk. "I fell in the bathroom, but I'm okay," Sunghoon lies, but Sunoo, who's been quiet, knows the real deal. Jungwon definitely had his night.