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Sieun invited Juntae to study at his apartment, which rarely ever happens. Usually when Sieun invites him to study, they go to the library. Juntae’s not sure what’s different this time but he’s not going to complain. Sieun’s apartment is quiet and there’s no one else here to disturb their studying session so it’s really great. Well, Suho’s with them actually, but that’s to be expected. He always joins them whenever they’re at the library, too. Juntae thinks it’s sweet how he and Sieun are pretty much inseparable ever since Suho woke up from his coma months ago.
They’re currently sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, their books spread open in front of them on the coffee table. Juntae is working on his workbook, reading every sentence of each problem carefully before writing down his answers. He tends to make careless mistakes when he’s rushing, so lately he’s been trying to not be too hasty and actually understands the question fully before diving in with his answer. Sieun scolded him about it once, telling him he was missing important information because he’s trying to be quick about it.
Sieun and Suho are sitting across from Juntae, their shoulders touching. It’s not like the coffee table is so small that they have to crowd together, it’s just that they like to stick to each other. Which isn't really weird considering that they’re actually together, like a couple. It didn’t really come as a surprise to Juntae, Hyuntak, and Humin when they told them about their relationship when they were all hanging out at the basketball court near Sieun’s apartment building. It wasn’t really something you can miss–the tenderness in their gazes when they look at each other, the lingering touches.
Juntae's happy for them, of course, but sometimes when he looks at them, their fingers intertwined, obvious adoration for each other in their eyes, he feels jealous…envious, really. Not of them, obviously, but of what they have. He wants it for himself, that kind of love. Oftentimes, when he looks at them, he would imagine it was him that’s holding hands with a certain someone. He would imagine what they could have. Juntae doesn’t dare act on it, though. Not when there’s a chance it could jeopardise their friendship, which is the last thing he wants.
Sieun is focused on his book, his hand only stops writing when he’s reading something. He does this thing with his mouth, a bit of a pout, when he’s really focused, which Juntae thinks is really cute. Juntae commented on it once, telling Sieun how cute he finds it, and Sieun just stared at him before muttering a small ‘thanks’. The scratching sound of Sieun’s mechanical pencil against the paper and the soft humming of the air conditioning unit fill Juntae’s ears. But, they’re not really enough to distract Juntae from the steady gaze from Suho.
Juntae doesn’t really know why, but he’s been staring. It’s not just today, though. Juntae noticed it before, too, but he never says anything about it because Sieun has said nothing about it. Though, he knows Sieun notices it, too. Because, when it comes to Suho, it’s like he has eyes even at the back of his head. To be honest, it’s kind of unnerving because it feels different from how, let’s say, Humin looks at him. When Humin does it, he says it’s because he thinks Juntae is the most adorable person he’s ever met, which is embarrassing, especially when he announced it in a room full of other students.
Juntae is aware of how all of his friends see him because they tell him about it all the time. But, somehow, this feels different. He sort of feels like he’s a prey animal trapped in a cage and there’s a huge beast a few feet away just watching him, not about to pounce or anything, just observing, eyeing his every move. Each twitch of his movements doesn’t go unnoticed. Juntae pretends he’s not bothered by it, pretends he doesn’t notice the goosebumps crawling on his skin. He forces his mind to focus on his current task, reading over the words on the page and just not being able to understand a thing.
His eyes drift upwards unconsciously, meeting Suho’s steady ones. When Suho blinks, a lazy smirk forming on his lips, Juntae feels a rush of heat gather under his skin, painting his ears red, and spreading down his neck. Something about that makes Suho’s eyes darken and Juntae gasps softly, stealing a quick look at Sieun, who’s still writing in his workbook, like he doesn’t feel the weird static in the air around them. Juntae knows he feels it. He just doesn’t know why Sieun isn’t making any comments on it. Juntae brings his eyes back down to his workbook but his mind is still wandering, unfocused.
“Juntae,” Suho calls, his voice even. Juntae’s hand that’s holding his pencil falters slightly, surprised by the voice breaking through the silence. Juntae tries to calm his rapidly beating heart down, steadying his hand.
“Hm?” he replies with a small sound of acknowledgement but he doesn’t look up and just keeps his eyes on his workbook.
“Juntae, can you look at hyung?” Suho requests, his voice sweet. Juntae can’t help but obey. He looks up at Suho, whose face softens, his smile tender. “There you go, that’s a good boy.”
Juntae blinks rapidly, feels his heart beat even faster, and feels the heat in his cheeks. He says nothing, his tongue heavy like lead in his dry mouth, Suho’s last words putting his brain out of commission. Wide eyed, Juntae tears his eyes away from Suho to Sieun, who’s still unaffected by whatever it is that’s happening right at this moment. Juntae feels like he’s experiencing vertigo. Was he the only one who heard the words that came out of Suho’s mouth? Since Sieun isn’t showing any reactions to it, Juntae nervously returns his gaze to Suho, eyes confused.
“What’s happening?” he practically squeaks out, his voice sounding choked. He clears his throat and asks the question again. Suho chuckles, his tongue poking his cheek, and shakes his head.
“Ah, Juntae, you’re too cute,” he says, leaning down, plopping his head in one hand on the table, eyes not leaving Juntae. Then, he tilts his head and asks, “Can hyung kiss you?”
Juntae isn’t sure how many times his brain can short circuit in one day, but it happens again. He stares at Suho, his mouth agape, not believing whatever it is he’s hearing. Sure, his friends always joke about biting him and sometimes even eating him but this is different. It doesn’t really sound like a joke to him. Not when Suho’s looking at him like that. His sharp eyes are regarding Juntae with so much interest and underlying desire, drinking up Juntae’s every response–his flustered skin, the disbelief in his face, the way his lips tremble. Juntae’s confused, yes, but he won’t lie he, maybe, kind of, sort of, likes the attention.
“Sieun, are you hearing this?” Juntae asks, chuckling weakly, trying to act normal about this, like it’s not doing something to him. Once he hears Juntae is addressing him directly, Sieun finally puts his pencil down and meets his eyes.
”Yes,” he replies, like Juntae just asked if he wants to join him for lunch and not if he heard his boyfriend saying he wants to kiss Juntae. Juntae blinks again–once, twice. He looks at Suho and then Sieun. They’re making him feel like he’s the one being weird right now. Really, what the hell is happening?
“Can you guys tell me what’s going on before I start freaking out?” Juntae asks—no, pleads. He’s looking at his friends, pouting, his eyebrows furrowing. He’s genuinely about to start freaking out, his grip on his pencil tightens.
The couple doesn't say anything, just exchange a meaningful look with each other. Juntae’s not really operating on the same frequency as them so he doesn’t know what it means and he desperately needs them to tell him about it. He’s so nervous he feels nauseous. He kind of wishes Humin and Hyuntak are here for emotional support but if he really thinks about it, it’s better that they’re not here, actually. Maybe Juntae should’ve joined the basketball club for real, then he could join them at practice and suffer, but at least only physically.
“Juntae,” Suho says, pulling Juntae away from his wandering mind, “Sieun and I, we really find you cute and we’re wondering if you’d let us kiss you? Like, just casually, y’know. We know you have someone you like but, like, before you get snatched up we thought we’d like to have a chance with you.” Suho’s saying this carefully, like he’s trying to not spook him or something like that, while Sieun’s next to him just nodding along to his every word.
Juntae feels like he’s stepped into some alternate dimension because in what world would Suho and Sieun find him cute enough to want to kiss him? Apparently, in this one they do, though, and Juntae’s having a hard time making sense of it in his mind. He replays Suho’s words in his head and on the third replay he pauses, recalling a specific part of it. He’s sweating, he thinks, he’s not sure. His mind is kind of scrambled at the moment.
“What…” he trails off, anxious, “what do you mean you know I have someone I like?” Juntae’s voice is small, worried. He thought he’s kept his interest under wraps but apparently he’s not careful enough because Suho and Sieun know, and god knows who else. Shit. Okay, maybe he’s earned the right to freak the fuck out, right now.
“Hey, hey,” Suho calls, reaching for Juntae’s hand across the table, trying to comfort him when he notices how scared Juntae looks, “Juntae, it’s okay. It’s just Sieun and I, no one else knows about this, not even him. You’re fine. No one else knows.” Juntae finds himself nodding along to Suho’s words, hoping that he’s right.
Juntae tries to calm himself down, taking Suho’s words to heart, and focusing on the bigger hand that’s currently enveloping his hand, instead of his fears of being found out. His breathing steadies but his heart quickens now, for an entirely different reason, as Suho starts carefully rubbing his thumb against his skin. Juntae watches Suho’s hand and feels its warmth seeping through his skin, travelling up his arm, and spreading throughout his entire body, soothing him like the warmth of a campfire on a chilly night.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his gaze still trained on their hands.
“Yes,” Suho replies, squeezing Juntae’s hand lightly. “You know how before Sieun and I started going out and he’d always stare at me really intensely like all the time? It didn’t occur to me that he actually liked me romantically. You guys noticed it, but I really didn’t. It’s like that. Trust me. It pains me to say it, but Gotak and I are probably like twinning in that department, too.” Juntae snorts at the last part, amused.
It’s not anything serious, but Suho’s been saying things like that whenever he talks about Hyuntak ever since Sieun said that he thought that they ‘really look alike’ and ‘the way they act is similar at times’ when he first got to know him. Back then, Suho hesitantly asked Sieun if he was attracted to Hyuntak, too, since ‘he’s so similar’ to him. Sieun didn’t answer him at first, probably trying to tease him, and he kept begging Sieun for his answer, desperately hoping it wasn’t the case. Sieun relented in the end, assuring Suho that he only had him in his heart. That doesn’t stop Suho from jokingly making remarks about it, though.
“Okay, yeah, you’re probably right,” Juntae says, calming down a little.
“Yeah, anyway, about that kiss…” Suho reminds him.
“You’re really not joking about that?” Juntae asks, just in case. He looks up, then, catching the soft smiles from both Suho and Sieun.
“Yes,” Sieun answers, “we talked about it before–about you–and we agreed that just kissing would be okay, if you’re okay with it.” It feels unreal, even when he’s hearing it directly from Sieun. They’ve discussed this beforehand, like, actually sat down together and just talked about wanting to kiss him? Right. Okay. Then, a thought occurs to him and he eyes them suspiciously.
“Is that why we’re studying here instead of the library?” His tone is accusatory. Sieun blinks once and looks at Suho. Suho pulls his hand away from Juntae slowly, meets Sieun’s eyes and just stares at him. They’re both refusing to look at him, continuing to just look at each other, having a telepathic conversation or whatever it is that they’re always doing. Juntae gasps, scandalised, the realisation dawning on him. He actually can’t believe this.
“Oh, my god, you actually planned this? Are Baku and Tak aware of this?” Especially Hyuntak since, yeah.
“God, no,” Suho says, appalled. Okay, Juntae’s just checking. Then, Suho continues, “this is actually a two-in-one thing.”
“Elaborate,” Juntae orders immediately, deciding to consider their kissing request later.
“Right, so those two not being here is actually a part of the plan. Sieun and I actually want to help you get with Gotak. And so, we thought,” Suho says, gesturing with his hands, “before you get with him we could, uh, influence you to kiss us first.”
“You’re unreal,” Juntae quips.
“Think of it as an advanced payment or like practice,” Sieun says and Juntae looks at him, incredulous. Honestly he’s flattered that they’re doing this and he appreciates that they’re trying to help him, but still, isn’t this kind of weird? So, Juntae asks them this.
“Nah, don't worry about it, friends kiss all the time,” Suho assures him with a wave of his hand. Right. Juntae doubts it but doesn’t comment on it.
“Okay, I'm not saying ‘yes’ just yet. Tell me about your plan,” Juntae requests. It seems like Suho took his answer as a yes anyway because he just grins really widely, obviously chuffed.
“Right, so, we're gonna make him jealous,” Suho says, giving him a thumbs up. Then, he goes on about it. Apparently, their plan is to make Juntae stick to either him or Sieun at all times, making sure Hyuntak doesn’t get to hang out with him much. ‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder’ is the quote Suho used in his explanation. Like, okay, sure. But, what if they do this and nothing actually happens? What if Hyuntak just thinks that that’s fine and he doesn’t actually want to always be together with Juntae that much anyway? When he shares his concerns with them, Suho just smiles.
“It will work, Juntae. Believe in your hyung,” Suho says, reaching over to pat him on the head, then, his hand slides down to Juntae’s cheek, gently caressing it. When Juntae feels the pad of Suho’s thumb touch the corner of his lips, light and teasing, he gulps. His lips part in surprise, his eyes locked on Suho’s dark eyes. He watches as Suho licks his own lips and Juntae sucks in a quick breath, his throat dry.
“Jun,” Suho calls, his eyes snapping to Juntae’s lips. He runs his thumb across Juntae’s bottom lip slowly, then stops it in the middle, lightly pressing on it. “Let hyung kiss you, yeah? Hyung will make you feel good.”
Initially, Juntae thought it was funny, Suho’s habit of calling himself their hyung even though they’re the same age and the fact that some of them, including Juntae, are actually older than him by a few months. But, it’s not so funny now, when he’s saying it with a very low voice and while looking at him with his desire apparent in his eyes.
This is kind of crazy, he thinks. It really does feel unreal.
He sneaks a look at Sieun, who is also watching them with rapt attention, a touch of red on his cheeks. When he notices Juntae looking at him, he smiles, just a touch, and then nods at him. Okay, alright. This is fine. Juntae looks back at Suho, who’s now looking into his eyes, his thumb moving back to the corner of Juntae’s lips and staying there.
“Hyung,” he says softly and feels Suho's thumb flinch against his skin, watches as Suho leans forward unconsciously, “I’ve never done this before so can you do it gently?” Juntae is a little embarrassed about this. He’s never actually gone out with anyone, much less kissed someone and his attraction towards guys doesn’t really help with it. Also, he was kind of occupied in his first and second year, he didn’t really have the time for it. Or at least, that’s what he’s telling himself.
“Jun, you can’t say that,” Suho tells him, his voice dangerously low in Juntae’s ears. Juntae blinks, too preoccupied with his own thoughts that he hasn't really processed what he said to Suho. And okay, Juntae isn’t really that innocent, though his friends often treat him like he’s a pure darling, he does know about this and that. Maybe a lot more than he should, actually. So, when he finally realises what he said, he pauses, biting his lower lip.
“Juntae,” Sieun finally says, after remaining silent for a while. “We’ll be your first, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything; we’ll take care of you.” Juntae believes him.
The instant Juntae nods and says ‘okay’, Suho gets on his feet and plops himself on one side of Juntae, leaning his weight against him, his hand resting on the seat of the couch behind them. Juntae feels the way Suho’s arm is spread across the middle of his back, his hand holding onto Juntae’s upper arm. Unlike Suho, Sieun moves slowly, his steps relaxed as he makes his way to the other side of Juntae. He sits next to Juntae, their shoulders touching, and places one hand on Juntae’s thigh, close to his knee and okay, Juntae didn’t really expect that.
Juntae can’t lie, he does feel a little nervous with them crowding him like this but he doesn’t dislike it, it’s the opposite, really. He notices that Suho’s other hand is just resting on his side, and he just thinks why not put it on his thigh, too? So, he does just that, he reaches over to pull Suho’s hand towards him and places it on his thigh, at the same level with Sieun’s hand, and then Juntae holds both of them in each of his hands. This feels fair, he thinks, he’s not sure why, but it feels like the right thing to do. Suho chuckles, his breath brushes against the shell of Juntae’s ear and Juntae giggles.
“Suho, that tickles,” he whines, turning around to look at Suho, scrunching his nose.
“Hey, it's ‘hyung’ for you, Jun,” Suho says, and then plants a quick peck on the tip of Juntae's nose. “You're lucky you're cute, so hyung’ll forgive you.” That shuts Juntae up. Blood rushes to his face and he's red again. Suho eyes him like he wants to eat him whole. Flustered, Juntae lets out a weak laugh.
“Do you want to see your hyungs kiss first?” Suho asks, catching Sieun's eyes. The question catches Juntae by surprise, he didn't think of the possibility of that. He thinks about it and figures that he wants to see it, actually. He's realising he might be a bigger pervert than he first thought. So, he nods shyly, trying to not show that he might be a little too excited about this. Suho smirks, happy with his answer.
“You heard him, baby,” Suho says to Sieun.
Sieun says nothing, just calmly adjusts his position to mirror Suho’s, gently removing his hand from Juntae’s thigh and placing it against Suho’s hand that’s behind Juntae, instead. He doesn’t leave the spot on Juntae’s thigh empty for long, placing his other hand there. He looks at Juntae for a moment, as if he’s thinking of something, then he leans forward, placing a kiss on Juntae’s cheek. Juntae, not expecting that, giggles, feeling giddy.
“Your cheeks are so red,” he comments. His cheeks are dusted pink, too. Juntae doesn’t point it out.
“Gonna need this hand,” Suho remarks, pulling his hand away from Juntae’s thigh and bringing it towards Sieun. Juntae nods. Suho caresses Sieun’s cheek lovingly, and rests his palm against his jaw. They’re looking so deeply into each other’s eyes and Juntae just watches. Even though Juntae is right there in between them, he feels like right now, it’s just them, in their own world. Juntae lets them, and again, he’s feeling envious.
And then, Suho leans forward, pulling Sieun towards him, letting him meet his lips in the middle. Sieun’s eyes flutter close before their lips touch, while Suho keeps his open a little bit longer, like doesn’t want to get Sieun out of his sight, and only lets his eyelids drop once Sieun’s lips are on his. They kiss like they have all the time in the world, slow and lingering. Juntae watches as Suho smiles into the kiss, his love for Sieun pouring out of him. He kisses him like he’s the only thing that ever matters in this world, like he’s the only thing he treasures, just like someone helplessly in love. Juntae hears Sieun whisper a quick but loaded ‘I love you’ against Suho’s lips and he holds his breath, not wanting to disturb them.
Juntae’s heart aches, longing for a love like it.
The kiss deepens, their breathing becomes heavier, tangled with love and lust. Suho’s hand slides further forward, Sieun’s hair caught between his fingers. He pulls Sieun even more into the kiss, tasting his lips like he can never get enough of him. Moments before they kissed like they had forever, now they do it like they’re running out of time, desperate, their mouths barely ever parting. Juntae really didn’t notice when Sieun removed his hands away because now both of them are clutching at Suho’s shirt, grasping at the fabric, hungry for more, for Suho. When Suho bites down on his lower lips and then darts his tongue out to soothe the sting, Sieun groans, the sound so obscene Juntae almost whimpers.
They keep going at it for a while and Juntae is convinced that they’ve completely forgotten about his presence. But, he doesn’t really have the heart to stop them so he keeps watching, waiting until they remember that he’s there. When their lips finally part, Suho begins placing kisses along Sieun’s jaw, his teeth lightly grazing at the tender skin as his breaths brush over it. Sieun tilts his head back a little more, baring his neck out to Suho, who wastes no time to put kisses on it, biting on the sensitive skin and then licking on the marks left by his teeth soon after. Sieun’s eyes flutter open, unfocused, and meet Juntae’s enticed eyes, he blinks.
Juntae expects him to maybe call out his name or maybe stop Suho but he does none of that. Instead, he leans in closer to Juntae, placing kisses on his cheek and the corner of his lips. One of his hands finds purchase on the side of Juntae’s head, his thumb slowly caressing the skin behind Juntae’s ear, making him whimper. There’s thirst behind Sieun’s eyes when the sound reaches his ears. He moves his thumb to Juntae’s lips, pushing on his bottom lip, and Juntae obediently parts his lips. Sieun gulps and Suho who’s still hungrily working on Sieun’s neck lets out a grunt that makes Juntae gasp. Sieun pushes his thumb further into Juntae’s mouth and Juntae licks on it, hesitantly at first, and then encloses his lips around it, looking up at Sieun through his lashes and watches as as Sieun’s eyes are clouded by lust.
Sieun pulls his thumb out of Juntae’s mouth, running it along Juntae’s lower lip, leaving a trail of his own saliva on it. And then he finally captures Juntae’s lips in a kiss, gently sucking on his bottom lip, his fingers on Juntae’s chin. Juntae whines into the kiss, his hand holding onto Sieun’s arm, asking for more. Sieun doesn’t disappoint him, giving him more, slipping his tongue into Juntae’s mouth. Juntae gasps when Sieun’s tongue brushes against his own, the feeling unfamiliar but pleasant. Juntae just lets Sieun do whatever he likes with him, gasping and whimpering every time Sieun makes him feel good, which happens a lot, actually. Juntae thinks he’s making too much noise but he feels like every sound coming out of him makes Sieun even more eager than before.
“Fuck, Jun.” He hears Suho say. Juntae breaks away from Sieun’s lips to look at Suho, his eyes half-lidded, eyebrows furrowing, his lips looking thoroughly devoured, his glasses all fogged up. Sieun makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat and then decides to give his attention to the sensitive skin behind Juntae’s ear which makes Juntae whimper pitifully, his lips parting, eyes and brain muddled. He’s having trouble seeing Suho and as if he understands it, Suho carefully removes his glasses for him, placing them on the table. Juntae feels so good he thinks he might start crying. Everytime Sieun’s lips brush against his skin, he gasps while making direct eye contact with Suho, who’s looking at him with obvious hunger that becomes more apparent with each cry.
“Hyung,” he calls for him, for what he doesn’t know. He can’t really think at the moment, he just wants to keep feeling good. “Please.”
“Jun, look at you, begging and looking all pretty,” Suho remarks, holding Juntae’s chin in his hand. “You want to tell hyung what you want?” he asks, giving Juntae an encouraging smile, urging him to say it. But, Juntae doesn’t know exactly what he wants. He just wants more, more of whatever that they’ll give him. Sieun’s still making him feel good, already moving down to his neck.
Without thinking, he grabs Suho’s hand from his chin, planting kisses on it. Suho’s hand is much bigger than his or Sieun’s. He absentmindedly notes that it’s probably about the same size as Hyuntak’s since they really do have a pretty similar build. Suho laughs, probably finding it cute, and his laughter dies the instant Juntae pops two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them slowly while looking at Suho, his eyebrows furrowed. Juntae’s seen this done in some of the manga he’s read and he often wonders if it feels good for real, like, they’re just fingers? But, when he’s running his tongue along the lengths of them, while drinking up Suho’s reactions to it, yeah, he could see why people might enjoy this.
“Jun, that’s dangerous, you shouldn’t do that,” Suho says, looking like he’s barely keeping it together, pulling his fingers out of Juntae’s mouth. Juntae releases them with a small pop. “Let hyung kiss you, instead, okay?” he suggests, nodding at Juntae. Juntae nods, ever so obedient.
“Good boy,” he says and yeah, okay, Juntae thinks he’s really into that.
Suho doesn’t kiss him immediately and Juntae doesn’t tell him to hurry up, too. Instead he takes his time studying Suho’s face, running his fingers on the lines of his face, and Suho lets him, eyes watching the expressions on Juntae’s face.
“Hyung, you really do look like him, a little bit. Maybe if I squint,” Juntae notes and feels Sieun pause and lift his head. Juntae turns towards him and smiles at Sieun’s amused face. Then, he returns his attention to Suho, studying him a bit more. “You could pass as brothers, I think.”
“Juntae, that doesn’t really make hyung happy,” Suho says eventually, a slight pout on his lips.
“Sorry,” Juntae apologises quickly.
“It’s fine,” Suho replies, “you know what, you can imagine I’m him if you want.” He could, and it would be so easy. But, Juntae doesn’t really want to. It doesn’t feel fair.
“Uh, it’s okay, that’s not necessary. Right now, I just want to kiss you,” Juntae responds honestly.
“You should get on his lap,” Sieun suddenly pipes up, startling them.
“Huh, why?” Juntae asks.
“I want to watch,” Sieun answers simply. Okay, sure. Super casual request.
“Right,” Juntae says, meeting Suho’s eyes, silently asking if that would be okay.
“You don’t want to go against Sieun’s wish, do you?” Suho asks instead. And he’s right. Juntae doesn’t want to do that. So, he climbs onto Suho’s lap, facing him, putting his arms on his shoulders. Then, he changes his mind, cupping Suho’s face instead. Suho loosely places his hands on Juntae’s waist, smiling at him.
“Start slow,” Sieun says and Juntae starts to wonder if he’s going to be directing their moves. “I think I went too fast earlier.” Juntae doesn’t really mind what they did, to be honest.
“Okay,” he says.
Juntae thinks he's waited long enough, so he bends down, giving Suho a peck on his lips, and then another. The third time their lips touch, Juntae lingers, closing his eyes, feeling Suho's lips moving against his slowly. Suho's being really gentle, his thumbs rubbing softly against the small of his back. Juntae sighs, his arms wrap around Suho’s shoulders, his fingers threading through his hair. When Juntae pulls away just a little to look at Suho, he’s greeted with an adoring smile from him. Suho pecks him on his cheeks and nose. Juntae giggles. Okay, he likes these gentle kisses, too. They’re sweet.
“Hyung, can we do more?” he asks shyly, eyeing Suho's lips, “Make me feel good, please.” Something shifts. Suho's arms tighten around Juntae's waist, pulling their bodies flushed against each other's. The smile on Suho's face is no longer there, replaced by an almost predatory look that makes Juntae feel like he's in a bit of a danger. He feels Sieun moving next to them, adjusting his posture.
“Jun, are you saying these things on purpose?” Suho's voice is laced with something dark. He nips at Juntae's jaw, his breath heavy. “You trying to get hyung all worked up?”
“Hyung doesn't want to?” Juntae asks, pouting.
“Hyung wants to eat you up,” Suho replies. Juntae squirms in his lap, feeling the heat under his belly. Suho licks along his collarbones, his teeth scraping against the skin. Juntae whimpers and Suho groans, pulling his head back, and watches him. “Jun, you should look at yourself. You're blushing so much, you look delicious. Right, baby?” He directs the last part to Sieun, whose eyes have been absorbing their every move. Sieun hums, leaning forward to catch Juntae's ear between his teeth, pulling at it lightly. Juntae actually moans, pleased.
“So sensitive, too,” Sieun remarks, kissing along his neck. Suho watches them quietly, his breathing laboured.
Sieun removes himself from Juntae's neck, catching Suho's hungry eyes, and wastes no time to lunge forward and kiss him. Suho responds, kissing him back eagerly, his groans muffled by the kiss. Juntae watches the sharp lines of Suho's face work and feel his mouth go dry. Suho's really handsome, isn't he? Not being able to hold himself back, Juntae leans forward and plants some light kisses on his neck and jaw, nibbling on the skin below Suho's ear. Juntae feels Sieun's fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling at it slightly. It doesn't hurt, it definitely feels good. He's learning so much about himself today, isn’t that nice?
He leans back, going back to just watching his friends. At one point, Sieun's eyes open just a sliver and lock with Juntae's. He pulls away from Suho and kisses Juntae instead. He does that tongue thing that Juntae likes, making his toes curl. Sieun keeps switching between kissing him and Suho until eventually he pulls both of them into a kiss, which they thoroughly enjoy, their desperate breaths mingling.
And then Sieun pulls back, pushing Suho's and Juntae's head closer until their lips bump into each other and he starts latching his mouth on that spot behind Juntae's ear, yet again, eliciting pleasured moans from him. Sieun must like hearing him like this. Suho kisses Juntae like he wants to devour him. Biting and sucking on his lower lips until Juntae's sure it's going to bruise. His fingers digs into the skin at Juntae's waist and Juntae moans into his kiss.
“He likes it when you suck on his tongue,” Sieun says to Suho, momentarily stopping from kissing Juntae's neck. Suho tries it at once, coaxing Juntae's tongue out and then softly sucking on it. Juntae whines, his hands urgently pulling on Suho's shirt, begging for more. Suho pulls away, a teasing smirk on his lips. Juntae tries pulling him closer but Suho doesn't budge.
“Hyung wants to hear you beg, baby,” Suho says, “you're good at that, aren't you?” Juntae nods, he'll agree with whatever Suho says right now. He just wants his lips back on him.
“Hyung,” Juntae says with a whine, his lips glistening with the combination of their saliva, red from Suho's bruising kiss that he really needs more of, “please kiss me more. I want to feel really good. You taste so, so great, hyung. I need you. Please. You said you want to eat me. I'll let you, okay? Just make me feel good.”
“Look at you,” Suho says, “so obedient, such a good boy.” God.
“Hyung should reward you for being so good, right?” Suho smiles. Juntae nods, looking pitiful and starved.
And then Suho is kissing him again, rougher than before. Juntae's hands are clawing at his chest like he still wants more. He thinks Sieun's already going back to just watching him since he no longer feels his mouth on him. Juntae keeps moaning into the kiss and Suho eats them up, low grunting coming out of him. Juntae's body feels so warm, the sensation almost burns. He stopped thinking a while ago, just letting his body operate by itself. Desperate pleas pour out of his lips between each kiss, just begging for anything at this point. At last he falls apart with a quiet whimper, pulling away from Suho's kiss, slobbering, dropping his head on Suho's shoulder. Juntae's shaking, his heart is beating really hard, his breaths short and shallow.
“Jun, did you…” Suho trails off, awe in his voice, “untouched?”
“Hyung it felt so good,” Juntae says, almost slurring. Suho’s body stills against him.
“Juntae, you're really something, you know that?” Suho asks. He sounds like he's trying to be composed but is having a hard time doing so. “Hyung is going to need you to get off of hyung’s lap, okay? Any more and I don't think I can hold back.”
Juntae nods but doesn't look like he intends to move. He doesn't think he can move, actually. He's spent. Suho carefully slides him off onto the floor with his back against the couch. He kisses Juntae on his forehead and Sieun on his cheek before he gets up slowly.
“Washroom,” he says, before leaving.
Juntae's breathing steadies as the seconds pass, his glazed eyes gaining their focus slowly.
“You okay?” Sieun asks softly. Juntae nods. “Let me get you some water. Wait here.” Juntae doesn't even want to move, so staying won't be an issue.
Sieun returns shortly after with a glass of water, helping Juntae to it. It takes a while for Juntae to gain his composure.
“God, this is embarrassing,” he says, covering his face with his hands.
“It's only natural,” Sieun tells him, aiming to comfort. “It felt good, right?” Juntae nods, a little petrified.
“We'll get you cleaned up after Suho's done, okay? I'll lend you my clothes. You're all sweaty.” Sieun pats him on the top of his head. “Sorry for going a little too far with this.”
Juntae shakes his head, smiling at Sieun. “It's okay, I liked it.”
“You're going to drive Gotak crazy, you know? Suho and I had a hard time controlling ourselves,” Sieun comments. Why is he giving him a performance review right now? Juntae's embarrassment returns tenfold. When he sees Sieun's smile, he realises that he's teasing.
Suho and Sieun really start sticking to him more after the incident the other day. The problem is they don't seem to be super aware of their actions. Whenever they sit close enough, Sieun would put his arms around Juntae's waist, and at some random intervals would nuzzle his nose into Juntae's hair. Suho, on the other hand, keeps draping his arms around Juntae's shoulders, absentmindedly caressing him with his thumb. He keeps trying to plant kisses on his face and Juntae has to stop him every time. He almost let him do it a number of times, too, because it just feels natural.
Humin and Hyuntak obviously notice the change in their behaviours. Humin just thinks it's funny and says he wants to cuddle Juntae, too. Hyuntak, on the other hand, doesn't look like he's too thrilled about it. He keeps eyeing them warily and every time Suho or Sieun gets way too close to Juntae, he'll frown. He doesn't say anything about it, though. He just keeps a watchful eye on them. Juntae's not sure if whatever they're doing is actually working. To him, Hyuntak just seems concerned instead of jealous. Suho and Sieun keep convincing him it’s working.
“He likes you, I know it,” Suho tells him.
Humin called them all earlier, asking them to hang out at the basketball court. So, here they are now, Suho and Sieun on either side of him, at the bleachers watching as Humin and Hyuntak play a 1v1. The chilly evening air occasionally brushes against Juntae’s cheeks. Juntae’s wearing a turtleneck under his jacket since the marks left by his friends ‘on accident’ are still visible on his neck, though they’ve faded by a lot now.
Sieun looked really guilty when Juntae complained about the marks after he saw himself in the mirror that day. Suho tried to look guilty but the gleeful smirk on his face when he saw them wasn't really helping his case. During the day Juntae has been using some concealer to cover them up. Thankfully, he’s good at it since he’s had prior experience using it before to hide a different kind of bruises.
“I’m not sure,” Juntae replies to Suho eventually.
“Jun, if he could kill me with just his eyes I would’ve been dead the first time he saw me try to kiss you,” Suho says, chuckling like it’s a fond memory.
It was the day after they hung out at Sieun’s. Suho was waiting at the intersection for Sieun. Juntae and the other three were slowly making their way towards him. Normally, once they’re close enough, Suho would pull Sieun into a hug and sometimes kisses him on the cheek in front of them. It was surprising the first time, but they’re pretty used to it now. But, that day, Suho pulled both Sieun and Juntae into a hug. Juntae heard a quick ‘the hell?’ from Hyuntak when Juntae was pulled away, too.
“Hi, baby,” Suho greeted Sieun, giving him a peck on his cheek. And then Suho turned to look at Juntae, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Hey, darling,” he said. He was already leaning in to give Juntae a kiss, too, when the boy was pulled away from him rather aggressively.
“Dude, what’s wrong with you? Your boyfriend is right there.” Hyuntak pointed at Sieun, holding Juntae close to his chest. Juntae couldn’t see his face but his voice sounded tense.
“Sieun doesn’t mind,” Suho said.
“Well, whatever, just kiss your boyfriend, man. Leave everyone else alone,” Hyuntak shot back. Hyuntak didn’t let go of Juntae until Suho and Sieun were gone from their sight.
The sound of Hyuntak laughing at Humin brings him back to the present. Hyuntak is pointing at Humin, straight up just laughing in his face. Juntae guesses he missed a shot. His laughter dies down when he turns towards them and sees Suho’s arm around Juntae's shoulders. He frowns, half-jogging towards them, and then stopping right in front of Juntae.
“Aren’t you too close?” he asks, voice steely.
“Juntae’s cold,” Suho answers instantly.
“He’s wearing a jacket,” Hyuntak points.
“He’s still cold,” Suho retorts.
Hyuntak stares, displeased. “Remove your arm,” he orders. Suho is about to reply to him when Hyuntak just starts shedding off his hoodie. Juntae tries to not stare at his exposed midsection as his shirt rides up a bit when he’s lifting his arms up. Well, Juntae’s warm now.
“Put this on under your jacket,” Hyuntak says, handing the hoodie over to Juntae. Juntae feels Suho’s arm leaving his shoulders.
“You’ll be cold,” Juntae comments, pushing it back to Hyuntak.
“I won’t. It’s not that chilly. I’ll take it back before we go home.” Hyuntak isn’t going to accept anything other than a ‘yes’ so Juntae just takes it. Hyuntak waits until he’s done putting it on.
“Warmer?” he asks, smiling.
“Mm-hmm,” Juntae replies. The hoodie smells like Hyuntak.
“Okay,” Hyuntak says, smiling, giving Juntae’s head a gentle pat. “You keep your hands off,” he warns Suho before leaving them to go back to Humin, who’s been looking at them quietly.
“I bet you’re feeling exceptionally warm right now,” Suho remarks. Juntae nudges him sharply with his elbow, his cheeks red.
“Why are Suho and Sieun so clingy with you these days?”
Hyuntak is walking Juntae home since Hyuntak insisted on it. He told Juntae he was starting to feel lonely because Suho and Sieun kept stealing Juntae away from him. Juntae wanted to say no but felt bad when Hyuntak told him that. So, they’re walking together now. Their arms brushing against each other ever so often. If he’s being honest, Juntae missed Hyuntak, too. When he agreed to the plan he didn’t realise that he, too, wouldn’t be able to be with Hyuntak much.
“They've always been clingy,” Juntae says.
“No, they haven't,” Hyuntak disagrees instantly, and then asks, “did something happen?”
Juntae says nothing, debating in his mind on whether he should tell Hyuntak about the kissing thing now or later. He doesn't intend on keeping this from Hyuntak for too long.
Juntae is startled when Hyuntak takes his hand in his, the hold loose and unsure.
“Jun, do you like them?” Hyuntak asks, uncharacteristically quiet.
“We're friends,” Juntae replies.
“That doesn't answer my question,” Hyuntak pushes.
“You do remember that they're dating, right?” Juntae questions, looking at Hyuntak weirdly.
“I know that,” Hyuntak scoffs, “and you're deflecting.”
“I like them as friends,” Juntae says.
“You sure?” Hyuntak asks, pulling on Juntae's hand, stopping him on the side of the path. Juntae turns towards him.
“Yes. Why're you being so weird?”
Juntae watches Hyuntak, who looks like he's trying to say something but can't really bring himself to say it. Juntae frowns. He squeezes Hyuntak's hand, encouraging him to speak. Hyuntak sighs, resigned.
“Suho said something to me,” Hyuntak replies, looking into his eyes, “he said that he and Sieun like you.” Juntae blinks. Right.
“I think he was pulling your leg,” Juntae remarks, chuckling, trying to diffuse the sudden tension between them.
“He really wasn't, Jun. I can tell when Suho's joking. He didn't even crack a smile when he told me this. He's serious about it,” Hyuntak spells out.
“Well, I don't like them like that,” Juntae says, trying to convince him.
“Did you know about it? You don’t sound surprised,” Hyuntak asks, searching for something on his face. Juntae frowns.
“Does it matter?” When he says that, Hyuntak's expression shows his realisation: Juntae does know.
“It matters to me,” Hyuntak says, looking right into Juntae’s eyes.
“Why?” Juntae challenges. He’s putting on a straight face but on the inside he’s so nervous he wants to barf. He’s starting to really believe that Suho’s right about Hyuntak. That there’s a chance he might like him, too. Hyuntak hesitates, nervously shifting between his feet, rubbing the of his neck. Juntae tightens his grip on Hyuntak’s hand. He needs to hear it from him, if it’s true.
“Tell me why it matters to you,” Juntae asks, looking up at him, “please.”
“Do you know that you look really cute when you’re looking up at me like this?” Hyuntak touches his cheek with the back of his hand. It’s warm against Juntae’s skin. Hyuntak looks at him like he’s trying to really make the image of Juntae at this moment really stick in his head. Juntae feels his cheeks heat up. This isn’t really the time for this.
“You’re getting distracted,” Juntae says, annoyed.
“I like you, Jun,” Hyuntak finally confesses. “Do you remember when we were looking for Daesung Bikes? When you were looking up at me, smiling all cute, I wanted to kiss you, then.” That was like a lifetime ago. He’s liked him since that time? He could’ve had Hyuntak then? He should’ve been bolder.
“Jun, I’m really going to need you to say something. You’re being too quiet.” Hyuntak caresses his cheek, the end of his lips curving upwards, his touch like butterfly wings on Juntae’s skin.
“I kissed Suho and Sieun,” Juntae says, hurried. Fuck, he should’ve told Hyuntak this before he confesses. Juntae watches the small smile disappear from Hyuntak’s face, replaced by a deep frown, instead.
“What?” Hyuntak's hand drops from Juntae’s face like he got burnt. “Are you seriously saying this right after I confessed to you?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Right. Confession. I like you, too. Sorry, I panicked. But, I really did kiss them both, I don’t want you to find out later,” Juntae rambles, clenching and unclenching his fist, feeling sweat gathers in his palms. “I really like you.”
“Jun, I don’t know whether I should be happy or not right now. I can’t even be mad because we weren’t even together when it happened… Wait, when was this?” He adds the last part almost like an afterthought.
“Last week? Thursday, when you and Baku had practice and we went to Sieun’s apartment to, um, to study.” Juntae feels guilty. It’s not really cheating but it feels like it.
“Last week,” Hyuntak says flatly, as if he’s not expecting it to be that recent. “So, that’s why you guys have been acting so weird.”
“Well, not quite the reason,” Juntae supplies, puffing his cheeks. Juntae doesn’t wait for Hyuntak to ask. He just starts explaining the plan to him and how the kissing thing fits into it. Hyuntak looks like he’s going through the stages of grief the more Juntae tells him about this.
“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard, Jun. If I wasn’t involved, I would’ve thought that it’s hilarious.” Hyuntak laughs but it sounds bitter. “And Sieun agreed to this?” When Juntae nods, Hyuntak laughs, again. “You guys are unbelievable.”
“I mean, it’s kinda working,” Juntae claims, not meeting Hyuntak’s eyes. Hyuntak scoffs.
“Oh, it really does. I’m seething with jealousy, right now.”
“Well, I… I just thought that, maybe, I could get some experience before I get with you.” Juntae’s trying to justify his decision.
“Jun, look at me,” Hyuntak requests sternly. Juntae obeys in an instant. “Do you think I would care if you didn’t have any prior experiences? I would gladly be your first, dummy.” Right. That makes sense.
“Okay, but, like my sister told me before when she was applying for jobs, companies would always prefer applicants with additional skills because it shows initiative. So, my thought process was kinda like that,” Juntae rambles on as Hyuntak looks at him incredulously.
“Honestly, what are you on about? Am I trying to hire you or am I trying to make you my boyfriend? Which one is it? Quickly.” Hyuntak has his arms crossed on his chest, regarding Juntae with a demanding look.
“Boyfriend,” Juntae replies, and then he asks, “Are we boyfriends now?”
“I’m starting to second guess that now,” Hyuntak rolls his eyes. Juntae’s heart drops.
“What?” Juntae asks, voice quivering. He’s fidgeting with his hands, tears welling in his eyes. Hyuntak doesn’t want him anymore and it’s his own fault. Juntae bites his lips, trying to fight away the tears, his vision blurring. He presses the cuffs of his jacket to his eyes, pushing his glasses up, letting the tears get absorbed by the fabric before they could fall. He’s sniffling, his shoulders pulled forward.
“Are you crying?” Hyuntak sounds horrified. “Fuck. Jun, I was kidding. Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. Look at me. Come on, Jun. I still like you. Don’t cry, okay?” Hyuntak holds Juntae’s shoulders, coaxing him gently. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t’ve joked like that. C’mon, Jun, don’t cry.”
Juntae looks at him, eyes glistening. Hyuntak is smiling, his eyebrows downturned, looking at him with eyes full of worries and regrets. He’s bending down slightly to Juntae’s eye level, softly caressing his cheeks, muttering apologies. Juntae wipes at his eyes again, still sniffling every few seconds.
“I’m the one who should apologise,” he says. Hyuntak shakes his head.
“I told you I can’t be mad at you for that.”
“But, still,” Juntae interjects, “you’re still upset.”
“Okay, yeah, I’m upset. But, not upset enough to stop liking you. My feelings aren’t that fickle, Jun. And fuck, yes, it pisses me off that they got to do all that with you but whatever. Tell me where they touched and kissed you; I’ll overwrite everything with my own. I’ll make it so that you’ll only remember my touches, okay? Don’t cry, Jun. I don’t like to see you sad.”
“You mean that?” Juntae asks.
“Yeah, every word.” There’s no doubt behind Hyuntak’s words.
“Then, do you want to sleep over at my house? We don’t have school tomorrow.” Juntae looks at him, shyly, his eyes still wet from his tears.
“Jun, why are you suddenly inviting me over?”
“You said you want to touch and kiss me,” Juntae says, pouting. Hyuntak gulps, eyes fixed on Juntae’s face.
“Jun, did they see you like this, too?” he questions, cupping Juntae’s face in his hand. “Fuck, nevermind, don’t answer that. It’ll just piss me off again.”
Juntae tugs at Hyuntak’s sleeve. “Tak, sleep over at my house, okay? I can get some clothes from my dad for you.” Hyuntak shoots him a weird look.
“I’m not going to kiss you while wearing your dad’s clothes, Jun,” Hyuntak remarks dryly. Okay, fair. “Do you mind if we go to my place first, then? We’ll walk to your house after.”
“I don’t mind.” Well, he’ll have to tell his sister he’ll be a bit late and that Hyuntak’s coming over.
The walk back to his house is mostly quiet, disturbed only by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves on the tree and bushes along the walkway and the occasional passing vehicles. Juntae and Hyuntak walk side by side and this time their fingers are intertwined and stuffed into Hyuntak’s hoodie’s pocket. Their hands stay like that until they reach the front door of Juntae’s apartment.
“Whoa, isn’t your friend too handsome?” his sister asks as soon as they get to the living room. Hyuntak politely greets her, smiling and bowing. Hearing his sister’s question, Juntae shrugs. Juntae agrees, of course. Hyuntak is really handsome. She’s quiet for a few moments, narrowing her eyes, observing them. Juntae suddenly feels nervous under her scrutiny. He shifts closer to Hyuntak. After a while, his sister hums, nodding like she got what she was looking for. “Don’t make too much noise. Mum and dad are asleep.”
“Right,” Juntae says, blushing, thinking about the implications. He swiftly pulls Hyuntak by his sleeve towards his room.
“Your sister seems nice,” Hyuntak notes. Juntae only nods.
Hyuntak showers first because he got all sweaty playing with Humin earlier and he’s starting to feel uncomfortable. Juntae takes one after he’s done. When Juntae walks back into the room, fully dressed, a towel slung around his neck as he attempts to dry his hair with it, Hyuntak sees him and groans in displeasure. The boy is currently lounging in Juntae’s bed, one of Juntae’s manga in his hand, looking straight at Juntae, well, his neck. Oh, yeah, right. Those.
“You’re joking,” he voices out, frowning slightly. “Jun, were they possessed? What the fuck are those?”
Juntae doesn’t grace that with an answer. Instead, he hastens his pace towards Hyuntak, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Hyuntak, still frowning, sits up, grabbing the end of the towels and starts drying off Juntae’s hair for him wordlessly. After he’s satisfied, he lets the towel go, and properly looks at the state of Juntae’s neck. The marks are pretty faded but they’re still there, he can still see them from a couple feet away. Juntae gets up to hang his towel and then returns to the spot, Hyuntak watching his every move.
“You should leave your marks on me,” Juntae says. Hyuntak straightens up, probably not expecting Juntae to ask for it so directly. Juntae’s not really thinking because the sight of Hyuntak in his bed is driving him just a little bit insane.
Hyuntak traces the mark on his neck with his fingers, his touches feathery light making Juntae tremble. From under his jaw, down to his collarbones. Hyuntak eyes are sharp, eyeing each mark with contempt. His lips are parted, his breath steadily leaking out of them. Occasionally, his tongue would dart out to lick on his drying lips. Juntae sees that and wishes to do that for him, too. Juntae bites down on his lip when Hyuntak’s nails scrape his skin, whimpering softly, looking at the boy from half-lidded eyes. Hyuntak’s eyes widened, snapping up to meet Juntae’s.
“Jun, aren’t you too lewd?”
Instead of answering, Juntae gets into his bed and practically crawls on top of Hyuntak, straddling his hips, hooking his hands loosely behind Hyuntak’s neck. For a moment, they’re only staring at each other, Juntae with his face burning while Hyuntak is looking up at him with bewilderment and something else. Juntae’s eyes follow the sharp edges of Hyuntak’s face–his nose, his high cheekbones, his jawlines. He’s really too handsome.
Juntae can’t help but land a small kiss on the bridge of his nose, and then his cheeks. Hyuntak lets him, saying nothing. Juntae is now looking at Hyuntak’s plump lips and gulps again. He feels Hyuntak’s hand snatching his waist, his fingers curling into his skin above his shirt, just hard enough for Juntae to notice the pressure on his skin. Juntae groans and Hyuntak eyes narrow. Hyuntak relaxes his fingers, letting them stick loosely to Juntae’s waist, instead, his thumb rubbing small circles on the sides of Juntae’s belly, making him giggle.
“Hyung, that tickles,” Juntae says, voice lilting.
Hyuntak pauses, looking at Juntae wide-eyed, his mouth opening and closing but nothing decipherable comes out of it. Realising what he just said, Juntae bites his lip, blinking innocently at Hyuntak. It honestly just slipped out. He got too used to calling Suho ‘hyung’ when they were doing these kinds of things and yeah.
“Jun,” Hyuntak calls, his voice steady but heavy, “it pisses me off that I know where this is coming from but, fuck, I kinda like it.”
“Hyung, I want to kiss you,” Juntae utters, eyeing Hyuntak’s lips hungrily.
“Okay,” Hyuntak responds.
So, Juntae bends down and kisses him. Softly, savouring the first taste of Hyuntak’s lips. His fingers snake into Hyuntak’s hair, his thumb rubbing on his undercut, the short hair there prickling his palms. Hyuntak is eagerly returning his kisses, his hold on Juntae’s waist tightening, pulling Juntae closer to him. Their proximity and their adoration for each other is making Juntae feel so warm. He smiles into the kiss, getting giddier the more Hyuntak kisses him. Hyuntak’s breaths are lightly brushing against his lips, tickling them. Juntae slowly pulls away, giving Hyuntak’s lips a small peck, before pulling back fully to look at his boyfriend.
“Tak, I really like you,” Juntae tells him, smiling tenderly.
Hyuntak beams, giving Juntae’s lips a quick kiss. “I know, I really like you, too, baby.”
The term of endearment makes Juntae feel light-headed. Juntae leans in closer, planting another peck on Hyuntak’s lips and then decides to lick along his bottom lip, wanting to taste him more.
“Hyung, let’s feel good together, okay?” Juntae says and dives in without waiting for Hyuntak’s answer, kissing him deeply this time, pressing his body to Hyuntak’s like he’s trying to merge into him. Hyuntak reciprocates with gusto, his hands sneaking under Juntae’s shirt, the warmth from his palm spreading on Juntae’s soft skin. When Juntae feels the calloused fingers on him he whimpers. He doesn’t think he can ever get enough of Hyuntak. Hyuntak groans into the kiss, his hands continuously brushing along Juntae’s spine, pulling him into him.
Hyuntak’s hair is dishevelled from Juntae’s fingers mussing when they part. Juntae is breathing heavily, lips parted and red, eyes blown.
“Fuck, baby, you look delicious,” Hyuntak comments before capturing his lips again, desperate, his fingers curling slightly, his thumbs rubbing on Juntae’s ribs. Juntae moans, fueling Hyuntak’s actions. He’s nibbling on Juntae’s lip, licking into his mouth, tasting him. Juntae is left a whimpering mess as Hyuntak devours him like a starving man, the pleased sounds are probably like music to his ears. Hyuntak pulls back after a while, admiring his handiwork, looking with satisfaction at Juntae’s pleased expression, planting light kisses all over his face.
“Let hyung mark you, okay?” he asks, taking one of his hands out from under Juntae’s shirt and touching Juntae’s neck. Juntae nods. He’d let him if Hyuntak asks to eat him for real right now.
Hyuntak starts by leaving a trail of kisses along Juntae’s jawline, his hand holding his neck steadily. Juntae almost asks him to hold it tighter but thinks maybe that’s too soon. So, he just enjoys the sensation from Hyuntak’s kisses and his rough hand that’s still moving under his shirt. When Hyuntak starts sucking and biting on his skin, though, Juntae has to bring a hand to cover his mouth because he thinks he’s being too loud. Hyuntak stops when he notices, frowning. Juntae has to remind him that his parents’ room is literally next door.
“I’ll bring you home to mine sometimes when mum has night shifts,” he promises before going back in to replace the marks Suho and Sieun left on Juntae. Hyuntak is driving him crazy. Juntae is struggling to cover his cries, Hyuntak’s lips and teeth on him are making him feel too good.
Once he’s satisfied, Hyuntak starts touching the fresh marks, smirking and looking way too happy. “Look at you, so pretty. Hyung even added a couple of extras for you, baby.”
Juntae thinks that it’s kind of unfair that he’s the only one with marks on him so he decides to leave some on Hyuntak, too. The latter chuckles when Juntae starts kissing his neck. “Want to mark hyung, too?”
Juntae nods. “You’re mine,” he says possessively as he nibbles on the corner of Hyuntak’s jaw, intending to leave a mark there. Hyuntak chuckles again but there’s something heavier underneath it this time.
"Yeah, yours,” he agrees, leaning his head against Juntae’s bed’s headboard, humming low. Juntae feels the vibration from it on his lips and groans, feeling the familiar heat pooling under his stomach.
“Jun, aren’t you too big?” Hyuntak asks suddenly after a while, his tone careful. Juntae blinks and looks at him. Hyuntak’s red.
“Um, don’t worry about that for now,” Juntae replies, kissing his cheek, and then returns his attention to Hyuntak’s neck.
“Well, yeah, I think I’ll have to worry about that in the future,” Hyuntak says, amused. Juntae just replies with a hum.
“I’m done,” Juntae announces, looking at Hyuntak’s neck. “These ones will be easy to cover.” Hyuntak frowns.
“I’m not going to hide them,” he says.
“Yes, you will,” Juntae counters. He’s not going to let Hyuntak walk around with those on him, especially in this house and at school. Hyuntak pouts. Juntae thinks he looks cute so he kisses him.
“What else did you do with them,” Hyuntak queries, caressing Juntae’s cheek.
“Oh,” Juntae utters, holding Hyuntak’s hand, “this.” He grabs Hyuntak's hand, leaving kisses on his palm and knuckles. Hyuntak smiles.
“Well, that’s cute,” he remarks.
And then Juntae starts kissing along the length of his index and middle fingers while looking right at him and his smile falters, his jaw drops. Juntae licks them from the bases to the tips and Hyuntak can only watch, speechless. Hyuntak curses when Juntae puts the digits in his mouth and starts licking and sucking on them like he’s imagining them as something else. He watches them go in and out of Juntae’s small mouth, breathing heavily, gaze heated. Juntae likes seeing him this flustered.
“You’ve such long fingers, hyung. I like them,” Juntae says, teasing, the tips of the fingers still in his mouth. Hyuntak lets out a harsh breath from his nose, eyes clouded with want. He pushes his fingers in a little bit more, pressing down on Juntae’s tongue. Juntae moans, squirming, his weight pressing on Hyuntak’s lap.
“Jun, I’m going to have to lock you away somewhere. No one can see you like this,” Hyuntak declares, eyeing him hungrily. Juntae chuckles, beginning to lick on Hyuntak’s fingers, again. Hyuntak removes Juntae’s glasses, placing them on the bedside table. Juntae blinks.
One second, Juntae’s sucking on Hyuntak’s finger, the next thing he knows, he’s falling backwards, his back against the soft bed, Hyuntak’s elbows on either side of his head. The guy is looking down at him with barely contained lust. Juntae’s heart skips a beat. Hyuntak looks dangerously attractive at the moment. Juntae hooks his hands behind Hyuntak’s neck, pulling him down so he can kiss him. When Hyuntak presses his weight against him, Juntae whimpers into the kiss, wildly grabbing on Hyuntak’s hair. Hyuntak hisses when Juntae pulls on them a little too hard but says nothing, focusing on the aching kiss between them and Juntae’s whines that are muffled by it.
Juntae is clawing at Hyuntak, desperate for him to be closer. Hyuntak shifts and Juntae almost cries from the friction. He needs more, he needs Hyuntak. So, he asks for it, practically begging for it. Hyuntak is clearly affected by it, he’s kissing him rougher, sucking, biting, groaning like an animal in heat. One of his hands returns to its previous spot under Juntae’s shirt, touching him, nails scrapping against his skin. Juntae is warm everywhere, especially in areas Hyuntak’s touching. Hyuntak’s hand slides higher, lifting Juntae’s shirt up in the process. Juntae gasps when Hyuntak’s hand reaches his chest, resting there, Juntae wants him to do more.
Juntae loops his legs around Hyuntak’s waist, pulling them together tightly. Hyuntak grunts, his hand on Juntae’s chest flinches, and Juntae sobs, aching for more contact. Please, more, please. Juntae is begging between kisses and Hyuntak looks desperate, too. His hand starts moving on Juntae’s chest, caressing and teasing. His mouth moves to Juntae’s jaw, nipping at the skin by his ear. Juntae is muffling his moans with his fist, his hips squirming, his front rubbing against Hyuntak, his other hand pulling at Hyuntak’s hair. Everything feels so good and he thinks he’s drooling but it doesn’t really matter. Hyuntak grinds down on him while biting down hard on his shoulder and Juntae cries, his entire body shaking from pleasure.
Hyuntak is trembling, too, breathing heavily at Juntae’s shoulder, his breaths fanning the spot he bit him on. It hurts but it feels good, too. Juntae can’t think. He’s just feeling everything now–tiredness, contentment, Hyuntak’s full weight on him. When Hyuntak realises he might have trouble breathing, he gets off of him, rolling to his side. Juntae feels Hyuntak’s gaze on him, his hand caressing the skin on Juntae’s waist now, his lips leaving butterfly kisses on his shoulders. No one says anything. Hyuntak grabs Juntae’s hand, kissing it on the palm, and then pressing it to his cheek, sighing contentedly.
“Jun, we should get cleaned up and then go to sleep,” Hyuntak says. Juntae nods but doesn’t look like he wants to move. “I’ll go first, don’t fall asleep, okay, baby?” Juntae just nods.
Once Hyuntak leaves, Juntae stares at the ceiling in silence. Hyuntak played basketball earlier, and then they did this, but he doesn’t even look that tired. Isn’t this dangerous? Juntae doesn’t think he can match that level of stamina. He, on the other hand, is already on at most ten percent battery life. Juntae’s going to need to work on his stamina if he wants to live through something like this in the future. Juntae registers the pain in his shoulder and flinches. Hyuntak might’ve bitten him too hard. What is he, a dog? Or like those alphas in those manga he read sometimes.
Hyuntak returns not long after, his smile glowing when he sees Juntae, who still hasn’t moved an inch after he left. Juntae smiles at him weakly. Hyuntak squats down next to the bed, in front of Juntae. He runs his fingers through his hair, dragging them down to his cheek, pinching on it gently. Juntae chuckles.
“You should get cleaned up,” Hyuntak tells him.
“Tired,” Juntae replies.
“Want me to help?” Hyuntak asks and Juntae blinks. Hyuntak is smirking and at the moment, Juntae doesn’t think he can handle whatever it is that Hyuntak has in his mind. So, with much difficulty, he gets into a sitting position. Hyuntak snorts. Before he can suggest anything else, Juntae gets out of the bed, grabs his things, and heads to the washroom.
“Something’s different,” Humin comments when the four of them are hanging out at the bleachers by the basketball court during lunchtime. Humin is standing on the bottom landing, a basketball under his arm. He’s looking at Hyuntak and Juntae suspiciously. Sieun, who’s sitting next to Juntae, quietly sips on his coffee. Juntae already told Sieun about the confession and, okay, also about what happened after. Juntae’s sure Suho knows, too, since he texted Juntae with a bunch of smirking and suggestive emojis soon after.
“What do you mean?” Hyuntak asks, leaning closer to Juntae, his hand propped behind Juntae.
“You’re acting differently,” Humin replies, narrowing his eyes. He’s quiet for a few seconds, taking notes of the annoying smirk on Hyuntak’s face and the shy smile on Juntae’s. Realisation hits him and he gasps in disbelief. “Are you two dating?”
“Yeah,” Hyuntak answers, proud, “so, watch yourselves. Don’t touch Jun too much and definitely no kissing. Sieun, tell that to Suho, too. You guys are like animals.” Juntae thinks the last part is rich coming from him.
“Kissing?” Humin gasps. “They kissed Juntae?” No one replies to him. Humin frowns. “Wait, that’s not fair. I’ve never kissed Juntae.”
“And it’ll stay like that. Don't you dare try anything, Park Humin. I’m warning you.”
“You expect me to move on from this when I’m the only person in our group who hasn’t kissed Juntae? Gogo, you’re hurting my heart. C’mon, man. We’re friends,” Humin pleads. Hyuntak looks at him with vexation. Juntae giggles, thinking that Humin’s being funny.
“I heard friends kiss all the time,” Sieun says something at last.
Hyuntak’s head snaps towards him so fast Juntae thinks he heard his neck crack. Hyuntak looks at Sieun, irritated. And then, he just starts nagging, wholeheartedly disagreeing with Sieun, and telling him he’ll do something drastic if either he or Suho ever tries anything with Juntae again. Sieun doesn’t look like he’s threatened, calmly smirking as he keeps on drinking. Humin pipes in, still unsatisfied, so Hyuntak goes off on him, too. Juntae just watches them and smiles.
Yeah, this is fine. Everything worked out as planned.