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It’s not an uncommon sight to see Sungchan and Eunseok “fighting” with each other, though their movements are always fake and never land and they usually do it on camera. Sungchan often does it because they’re on camera, and it’s amusing whenever he finds compilations of the clips of the two of them play fighting with one another on SNS.
Unfortunately, though, this little “habit” of theirs has begun to bleed from on-screen to off-screen. Even when there’s no one around to watch, the two of them will playfully fake jab at one another until things actually get a little physical. Eunseok pretending to put Sungchan in a headlock, and Sungchan gently twisting Eunseok’s arm against his lower back.
They’ve started doing it so often that Shotaro has to sometimes scold them for playing around too much when they’re supposed to be practicing. Especially when it becomes so bad that even the other members are noticing just how much they keep ‘fighting’ with one another. Sometimes, Sungchan even forgets that the other members aren’t Eunseok and when he tries to play fight with them, earning him playful glares and scoldings from the members.
Maybe they should stop. It’s fine enough when doing it on camera, to make the fans laugh and make more compilations about them. It shouldn’t bleed over into their normal lives, where no one else but themselves and their members bear witness to it.
But the problem is it’s fun, and Sungchan likes these little playful exchanges between the two of them. Eunseok doesn’t complain, so why should Sungchan think about stopping in the first place? It’s his and Eunseok’s thing, after all. It doesn’t get in the way of the other aspects of their lives that much.
Right?
Right.
Sungchan needs to stop overthinking it.
Eunseok’s gaze meets his through the practice room mirror and Sungchan can’t help but stare for a few seconds. Then, Eunseok smirks, head tilted slightly, and Sungchan feels that same urge he always does when it comes to Eunseok—that playful urge that has him itching to pretend to punch him or wrangle Eunseok’s arms behind his back.
Sungchan’s fingers itch with the want to touch him, but he flexes them out before curling them back into light fists and forces himself to focus back on their practice.
His restraint lasts until practice has ended, nearly two hours later, but Sungchan doesn’t give the other members a chance to escape before he’s all but tackled Eunseok into the dance room floor and is trying to put him in a headlock.
Eunseok huffs, laughing loudly as he manages to dodge out from under Sungchan’s left arm, quickly pushing himself up onto his knees. Before he can slip away, Sungchan grabs hold of the back of his shirt and yanks him back—the perks of being long-limbed, he thinks to himself as he throws one long leg across Eunseok’s hips.
“Sungchan!” Eunseok says, exasperated, but there’s a fondness in his voice that Sungchan is all too used to. “Let go—”
“You’ve been teasing me all night, Eunseok-hyung,” Sungchan laments, throwing his right arm around Eunseok’s neck. The headlock almost takes place, but Eunseok manages to shove his hands up under Sungchan’s arm and push, keeping it at bay with his own strength.
“You’re an idiot, I wasn’t trying to tease you,” Eunseok grunts, attempting to twist his body out and away from under Sungchan’s leg.
Sungchan’s mouth opens, but before he can say anything, Sohee’s voice rings out. “Aw, gross. We can’t even escape it in the safety of practice.”
Both Sungchan and Eunseok look up at that, with Sungchan’s brows knitting together. The other members are all huddled by the door, ready to leave, and Shotaro is just giving Sungchan this look that he has no idea how to interpret at the moment.
“Clean up when you’re done, hyungs.” Wonbin says, waving a flippant hand in their direction as he ducks out through the door.
Anton and Sohee shuffle out after him, leaving Shotaro as the last one. He just lets out a dramatic sigh, head shaking a little, hand holding the knob. “Just remember that we practice here, alright?”
Even though he seems over their shenanigans, he still sounds fond, and the door shuts with a click, leaving Sungchan and Eunseok in the silence of the practice room. Eunseok is twisted at an awkward angle under Sungchan, and he begins to push his way out from his grasp. In his momentary distractedness, Sungchan doesn’t hold on tight enough and Eunseok manages to roll away from him.
Eunseok is halfway to standing when Sungchan shakes himself out of it. He immediately hops up, and goes for Eunseok’s knees again—expecting this, Eunseok manages to bend over Sungchan’s head at the right angle and jump back at the same time. Sungchan makes a huffing noise, hands reaching up and grabbing onto Eunseok’s waist as he tries to pull him down towards the ground.
It doesn’t work, and after about twenty seconds of trying, Sungchan gives up and does the next best thing: he reaches down, grabs Eunseok’s skinny ankles, and yanks upward. Like this, Eunseok is hanging upside down against Sungchan’s back and he can hear Eunseok’s breath hitching.
“Dude!” Eunseok gasps, hands smacking into his back. “What the fuck? Put me down!” He hisses, gripping at Sungchan’s shirt and tugging on it.
Sungchan grins and laughs, starting to spin around with Eunseok’s feet hanging off his shoulders.
“Stop!” Eunseok hisses again, smacking Sungchan hard in his hip with a palm. “You’re gonna break my legs, put me down—!”
Laughter leaves Sungchan as he finally lowers Eunseok back down to the floor, and as soon as he does, he’s swept off of his feet as Eunseok tackles him to the ground. He’s winded, out of breath, eyes wide as he stares up at Eunseok above him. Eunseok’s eyes are narrowed, not exactly glaring but not simply looking either, and a slow smirk spreads across his face as he stares back down at Sungchan.
Sungchan’s mouth is agape, and he can barely pull it together enough to wheeze out, “Who’s gonna break whose legs now?”
Eunseok huffs loudly, rolling his eyes as he shifts over top of Sungchan. The motion has their hips brushing together, and Sungchan gasps out loud at the sudden sensation of Eunseok’s ass against his dick—which is now glaringly, obviously, fully hard in his sweats.
It has Eunseok pausing in his tracks, warm palms pressed against Sungchan’s stomach, and Sungchan is trying to not breathe to keep from pushing it up into them.
“Did you get hard from all that?” Eunseok asks, sounding almost breathless. His gaze shifts around, trying to look for Sungchan’s, but Sungchan is shifting his eyes everywhere else in the practice room except for at Eunseok.
It annoys him, apparently, as Eunseok makes a jilted noise and reaches a hand up, gripping Sungchan’s chin and forcing him to look at him. Sungchan swallows roughly as he does, eyes meeting Eunseok’s.
“So what if I did?” Sungchan says, voice breaking, squeaky, and it makes him cringe. “I get hard from lots of shit, y’know. Boners are common.”
Eunseok lets out a low hum, keeping his gaze steady. It drops down to Sungchan’s mouth, then even lower, lower, lower until he’s staring directly at Sungchan’s boner in his sweats.
“It’s not that common, though,” Eunseok muses, dragging his eyes back up to Sungchan’s. “And you’ve never gotten hard from us play fighting before.”
Before his brain can think better of it, Sungchan blurts out, “Yes I have.”
One eyebrow slowly goes up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Sungchan finally breathes, exhaling as his stomach presses up into Eunseok’s palm.
“Should’ve told me sooner, Sungchan-ah,” Eunseok says, his smirk slowly growing. “Has it been hard? Dealing with those alone, baby?”
Sungchan sucks in a deep breath, dick twitching in his sweats, and he’s barely able to keep himself from whimpering at Eunseok’s words. Eunseok laughs, something that might be seen as cruel, but it only makes Sungchan harder, and he’s sure that Eunseok can feel it.
“Might’ve been better with help,” he manages to say through gritted teeth.
The grin Eunseok gives him is sharp and knowing, and suddenly, his hips are rolling down into Sungchan’s, and Sungchan gasps out loud again.
“Pretty weird of you to get a boner while pretending to fight me,” Eunseok mumbles, letting his hand slip away from Sungchan’s chin.
Sungchan’s hands fly up then, gripping onto Eunseok’s waist. He’s so much smaller than Sungchan is—it’s too easy for him to try and wrap his fingers around Eunseok and make them touch around his back. He could do it, if he really wanted, but right now, Sungchan is much too focused on the fact that he can feel Eunseok grinding down against him right now.
“Pretty weird for you to be helping me with my boner from pretending to fight you,” Sungchan wheezes, barely able to keep his thoughts on track.
Eunseok groans quietly, his head falling forward a bit as he shifts his hips down. Like this, their cocks are pressed together between their clothes, and Sungchan shudders as a gasping moan leaves him.
“Shut up.” Eunseok mutters, leaning down and pressing his mouth hard into Sungchan’s.
It’s not a soft kiss by any means, but there’s no real roughness behind it. Sungchan moans into the kiss as he squeezes Eunseok’s waist in his hands, attempting to pull him down closer. Eunseok’s hands roam across Sungchan’s shoulders and chest, groping slowly, almost sensually, as their mouths and hips move together.
Sungchan’s cock is leaking in his sweats, an uncomfortably stickiness on the linen. It feels too good to stop Eunseok, though—all he can do is shift his hips and push them up from the floor, grinding back up into Eunseok.
Eunseok bites at his lower lip, tugging on it hard before he’s licking his way into Sungchan’s mouth. Sungchan lets him in willingly, mouth dropping open as his tongue meets Eunseok. He shudders again as Eunseok’s cock grinds down roughly against his, the angle making him whimper into Eunseok’s mouth.
They’re humping each other like teenagers, hands and mouths working desperately to touch and taste everything about one another.
Sungchan pulls away from the kiss with a heavy pant, head dizzy from lack of air, but he’s still desperate to keep his mouth on Eunseok in any way possible. He leans up, mouthing at the side of Eunseok’s neck, and Eunseok groans as he tilts his head back, baring his neck further to him. Sungchan takes advantage of it, tongue sliding along Eunseok’s skin as his teeth graze it moments later.
His cock is throbbing Eunseok’s, the heat in Sungchan’s stomach slowly becoming too much for him to handle. Eunseok’s pace is too slow, not enough—he needs more.
Without thinking, Sungchan flips them over, pressing his body down into Eunseok’s as he ruts his hips forward. The movements as sloppy and careless—all Sungchan cares about right now is getting off, and it’s made easier with Eunseok below him. He’s so much smaller than Sungchan is, even though they’re nearly the same height, and it drives him insane.
Sungchan’s hands slide down along Eunseok’s body until they reach his thighs, and Eunseok’s breath hitches as Sungchan wraps his hands around the backs of them. He pulls Eunseok’s legs up, around his waist, his rutting becoming faster and messier.
“Fuck,” Eunseok says hotly, a shudder going down his spine. “Sungchan—”
“Sorry,” Sungchan pants against his neck, dipping down to nip at Eunseok’s collarbone. “Sorry, I can’t—”
“Just hurry up,” Eunseok groans, head shaking slightly. “Fuck—hurry up, I’m close—”
Sungchan can only nod, squeezing Eunseok’s thighs as he chases after both their highs. The angle shifts as he moves his hips, and the heads of their cocks grind together. Eunseok throws his head back with a gasp of Sungchan’s name, and Sungchan whines into Eunseok’s throat, grip tightening on his thighs.
He draws his hips back and ruts forward, dragging his cock down along the length of Eunseok’s cock before grinding it back up. He can only manage a few purposeful thrusts like that, before it becomes too much and all Sungchan wants to do is cum.
“Eunseok,” Sungchan whines again, pulling himself back from his neck to peer down at Eunseok with watering eyes. “Hyung, I gotta—”
Eunseok’s hand slips up, fingers curling into Sungchan’s hair and tugging, making him whimper loudly. “Cum, Sungchan-ah.”
The building tension inside of Sungchan breaks, and he lets out a whining moan of Eunseok’s name as he kisses him deeply once more. He cums hard in his sweats, his hips twitching as he rides out his high.
Eunseok hisses against his lips, his own hips bucking up, using Sungchan’s softening cock to get himself off. It only takes a few more moments, before Eunseok is cumming beneath him, and Sungchan groans loudly at the growing warmth between them. He doesn’t stop kissing Eunseok, mumbling incoherent praises into his mouth, until Eunseok is tugging his head back by his hair and making Sungchan hiss quietly in both pain and pleasure.
“Down, boy,” Eunseok mutters, breathing heavily, a lazy smirk on his face.
Sungchan rolls his eyes, nipping playfully at his jaw in response. “Not a dog.” He mumbles, slowly peeling himself away from Eunseok’s body.
“Might as well be,” Eunseok says, staying flat on the floor. He peers between their bodies—the giant dark spots covering their crotches. “With the way you were humping me like one.”
Sungchan feels his ears burn, and the only thing he can do is smack Eunseok’s ankle, grumbling about how the hell they’re going to walk all the way back to the dorms now.