Work Text:
puppy boy:
wake up
puppy boy:
pls
puppy boy:
it’s urgent
pretty:
go to sleep hyung
puppy boy:
meet me in the bathroom
puppy boy:
now preferably
Sunoo blinks sleepily at his phone. The light was harsh against his tired eyes and unwelcoming. Damaging probably. Yet…
It was Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon. His boyfriend. Asking him to meet him in the bathroom the first night of their vacation with the band. They haven’t touched or talked alone since they had left the van with the rest of their group, the safety of the lights going out and cameras off enough providing a shield to hold hands across the aisle. Sunoo scrolled aimlessly on his phone for a while before Sunghoon leaned over, head tilting against his shoulder to peak at whatever video Sunoo just happened to be watching at that moment, sneaking a soft kiss before the band members noticed. It’s been hours since then.
But their only task this weekend trip was to do everything as a team. A group. Never alone.
pretty:
should we wake everyone up to join us?
pretty:
there’s no ‘us’ in team ;)
It takes a few seconds before he gets a reply, knowing his boyfriend well enough that he was either rolling his eyes or trying his hardest not to stomp over to his bed right now to hit him with a pillow and alert the rest of their sleeping group.
puppy boy:
you’re joking…
puppy boy:
right?
Sunoo snickers against his palm, something he was sure Sunghoon heard.
puppy boy:
baby :(
Unable to help himself, Sunoo teases once more.
pretty:
sooooooo sleepy
This garners a real reaction out of Sunghoon. Sunoo hears the shuffling of blankets and his skin prickles instantly with ice hot goosebumps. There’s a dark figure sitting up on the bed furthest from Sunoo, inhabited by Jake and Sunghoon, and it moves slowly as it slides off the bed. Sunghoon.
Creepy, Sunoo thinks as the tall boy walks toward the bathroom. Sunoo’s eyes are adjusted well enough to the dark room and senses so entirely alert that he can feel when Sunghoon sends him a glance before he disappears through the door, shutting it in the process.
Sunoo wasn’t dumb. He knew what his boyfriend was wanting to do staying up well after the other members had fallen asleep. Plus, they had participated in the drinking antics that had happened earlier, so he was sure it didn’t do anything but add fuel to Sunghoon’s ideas. Part of the problem was that Sunoo, a huge Sunghoon fan and his ideas, found this exciting. The other problem was… well…
Sunoo was crawling off his bed with a slow urgency that felt as if he were keeping a dirty secret. Of course, all the members knew that they were dating and have been for two years now.
“It was inevitable,” Jungwon had said when Sunoo cornered him alone in the practice room one day after everyone else had left, Sunghoon sending him one of those reassuring smiles that made his heart thunder in his chest. It took a week for them to tell every other boy in the dorm, Jay and Jake shriveling into themselves immediately while Heeseung and Ni-ki celebrated their $500 earnings.
“You bet on this?” Sunghoon exclaimed over the laughter, arm rested across Sunoo’s lap, who was having trouble containing his own giggles. He and Jungwon were tucked up on the corner of the couch, Sunghoon sat cross legged on the floor at Sunoo’s feet. Who would’ve thought he’d be the clingy one?
“Duh, hyung.” Was all the explanation Ni-ki had given, rolling his eyes in the process like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
However, Sunoo and Sunghoon were private people with a career changing relationship. They kept it under wraps. Quick touches, undetected glances from across the room, “disgustingly cute” (Jay’s words) behind closed doors. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the proximity and fondness they held with one another from the beginning of their crushes on one another.
When Sunoo reached the door, a pang of guilt hit. He glanced around the room to check for movements, a dim phone lighting, a change in breathing - really anything to suggest that anyone else was awake to witness what was about to happen behind this door. Luck has it, nothing happened. Nothing but the light snores out of Ni-ki’s mouth.
His pulse still thrummed alive and well in his ears, drowning out any other sense. Sunoo pulled the door open, darkness greeting him. His heart beat suspiciously in his chest.
A hand reached out, fisting the collar of his shirt, yanking him into the unfamiliar space.
The door slid shut behind him so slowly, Sunghoon’s arm against his shoulder while the other was still pulling Sunoo to him, lips planting heavy kisses against his face. His cheek, his eyelids, his forehead. Learning his face in the dark. Everywhere but his lips. Tentatively, Sunoo reached his hands out to feel for Sunghoon. His hands collided with the fabric of the older’s shirt just as Sunghoon’s lips found his own, every bit of rationality between them dispersing as quickly as smoke.
Sunoo was the first to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushing against lips he’s kissed nearly a thousand times still felt exhilarating when Sunghoon tilted his head, controlling the kiss. His hands traveled upward on Sunghoon’s torso, feeling every rib of muscle from over the top of his shirt. Releasing Sunoo’s shirt in favor of wrapping his hand around the side of his nape, Sunghoon kissed him with a force that pushed Sunoo against the door.
Being a pocket door, it wobbled suspiciously in place.
“Hoonie,” Sunoo moved his head to speak -to breathe-, “not against the door.”
Sunghoon only hummed a response, something that Sunoo felt rumble against his hands being on his chest, lips leaving wet kisses and nips down the younger’s jaw and throat. The air in the bathroom had grown thick with their heavy pants and little noises, Sunoo having an absurd weakness to the tender skin on his neck. It was like the flick of a switch, Sunghoon’s intention to expose any kind of noise from Sunoo that he could, sinking his front teeth into skin and licking it like an apology.
“Sung- hah -Sunghoon,” Sunoo tried again, the door moving again when Sunghoon used his hold on Sunoo to move to the other side of his throat. Clearly, he had an agenda. “Please.”
Heated lips pressed against his own, mouth already open as he tried to swallow as much breathable air as possible. The hand not gripping his nape wound around his back, pulling their fronts flush against one another and off the door. Their very first kiss was innocent. A tender brush of uncertainty and overwhelming feelings. This kiss was so unlike it, Sunoo wondered if he was actually kissing the same person from two years ago. In that time, he’d witnessed a very different side of Sunghoon that both intrigued him and steadied him. His confidence grew and now…
Now Sunghoon had him pushed against the glass shower door, painfully obvious that he was hard. The cold against his back producing a gasp into Sunghoon’s mouth. Their legs were slotted together with as little distance between them, Sunghoon’s hands fisting the back of Sunoo’s hair and moving him in tandem with their heady kiss. They’ve done this a million times, sometimes even behind closed doors with the members just a few feet away just like this, but it never stopped giving Sunoo the tilt-a-whirl feeling of butterflies.
“Baby,” Sunghoon speaks for the first time since Sunoo had entered, pulling away their lips to push their foreheads together. He pressed soft kisses against the lips he had just claimed. Once. Twice. Another one before inhaling deeply, nose nuzzling the underside of Sunoo’s jaw. “You smell so good.”
Sunoo’s chest floods with warmth, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. A sweet moment to break up the heat. Sunghoon ducked his head, slotting himself in the empty space on Sunoo’s shoulder and hands gliding easily around Sunoo’s waist. Sunoo had to pop up on his toes to complete the hug, smoothing his hands against the back of the older’s shirt.
He was reminded - once again - how sweet his boyfriend is. Despite them both literally being rock hard in their matching but not completely lounge pants and their skin burning each other alive with the hug, all they craved was closeness to one another. Sunghoon melted into Sunoo’s arms.
The moment was as honey laced as it was brief, feeling Sunghoon’s nose nuzzle sensitive space. His breaths were hot against Sunoo’s neck, lips just brushing the skin and never landing kisses. He knew Sunoo’s body well enough to know the goosebumps rising were due to his own actions, and Sunoo knew his boyfriend well enough to feel the smirk he could feel was due to his reaction.
“Do we…” Sunoo trailed off in a whisper, clearing his throat, “have anything?”
A laugh ripples against his neck. Short. Sweet. Deep. It makes Sunoo’s face heat and his fingers dig into Sunghoon’s shoulders.
“Well, well.” Sunghoon pulls his face from skin but lurks still intensely close, nose brushing Sunoo’s. “Seems like my Sunoo-yah has the right idea now.”
Sunoo groans out in embarrassment because although he can’t really see Sunghoon’s face, he can hear the smirk in his condescendingly sweet tone of his. There’s a swift kiss against his lips, resulting in a quiet smack sound.
“In my shaving bag,” Sunghoon hums. His hands slide lower, catching the hem of Sunoo’s shirt and going back up, touching skin. Momentarily distracted, Sunoo sighs at the contact, allowing Sunghoon to lay claim to his jawline and neck with peppered kisses and frenzied bites.
“Wait… you brought lube and condoms with you?!” Sunoo pushes away, hands directing the older’s shoulders to a distance. Sunghoon’s hands dug into his waist, not allowing any more.
“Can you blame me?” Sunghoon’s head tilts as he whispers. “Three days off where our schedules completely align-“
“We’re with the group!”
“- and you can’t keep your hands off me-“
“There’s literally cameras everywhere!”
“You can’t be pretend to be so oblivious when you followed me in here, baby.” His words silence Sunoo, puckering out his lips in a pout. Sunghoon chuckles, as if he expected the reaction, and kissed his lips again to close the distance. Asking for permission to go further with a pinch at Sunoo’s waist, rolling his hips against the younger’s, pressing him back into the glass.
Sunghoon’s hands roamed higher, thumbs brushing against Sunoo’s nipples. It elicited a needy moan that wound both of them up faster than anticipated. Sunoo rubbed himself against Sunghoon, suddenly desperate. The older matched his hips with his own eagerness, pinching and rolling Sunoo’s nipples underneath his shirt.
They were on the move again, stumbling in the dark and with Sunoo walking backward. Plus, the two idiots were resembling horny animals rather than humans at this point, tongues laving and humping against one another like it was their first time again. Sunoo will never forget the image of Park Sunghoon cumming in his sweats just from dry humping and a kiss that lasted much longer than appropriate.
His back presses against the sharp edge of the bathroom counter, his boyfriend rutting against without abandon. Sunghoon had a one track mind when he got horny, and it was to claim Sunoo in any way possible. They once had to rub one out in the bathroom stall of a party they had gone to after Sunoo had gotten hit on by an attendee. Luckily, they had tipsy-ly found their way to the second floor of the building without anyone knowing and finding the secluded bathroom in between kisses hidden from cameras. Security gave them an earful when they emerged back downstairs and the look on Jungwon’s face made things a little too embarrassing to ever talk about again. The rest of the night was spent glued to one another, always hovering closely by.
“Pretty.” The deep voice of said boyfriend yanks him from his thoughts, Sunoo’s eyes opening. “Did I lose you to tiredness?”
A thumb brushes Sunoo’s cheekbone softly, Sunghoon’s voice coming out a faint.
“No,” Sunoo amends. He kisses Sunghoon’s cheek. “No, I’m here.”
“We can stop if you want, baby.” Sunghoon doesn’t sound disappointed, only endearingly doting. “If you’re tired or worried about the boys or the cameras-“
“Sunghoon,” Sunoo interrupts.
“- it’s okay.” Sunghoon continues while swiping Sunoo’s hair off his forehead. “You’re my number one priority.”
“Sunghoonie hyung.”
Sunoo’s voice takes an edge. Demanding attention to his words. His hands go for Sunghoon’s shirt, lifting the fabric from the top. Sunghoon just watches, anticipatory.
“You got me in here,” Sunoo murmurs lowly. He helps Sunghoon get rid of his shirt, guiding him like he was drunk. He’s done it before after he went out with Jake and Jay, then let the boy cling to him like a koala all night. “And I can’t keep my hands off of you.” He uses Sunghoon’s words from earlier against him. He looks back up at Sunghoon’s face, a little more prominent in the dark. “So do something about it.”
If there was a way to describe the shift, Sunoo thinks primal would fit. The look on Sunghoon’s face then, the dark expression that took over. The way he didn’t break eye contact before and after his head was pulled through the shirt, Sunoo dropping it on the ground near them. It was intoxicating. Eyes all honeyed and heated and so tempting that Sunoo could only respond in what he felt was appropriate, fingers trailing unmarked but well traveled paths against his skin. The tip of his shoulder, down Sunghoon’s collarbone, nail scratching over his nipples, down his abdomen that tensed. He stops at the hem of Sunghoon’s blue sleep pants, cocking his head to the side. Challenging.
He didn’t know how to process the sight of Sunghoon folding, slowly dropping to his knees on the tiled floor in front of him. His large hands followed his movements along Sunoo’s body, digging into the tightened waistband of his pants and yanked them down, along with his boxers.
Sunoo’s cock sprang free, aching and trailing precum along the fabric. A sigh of relief fell from both of their lips, like they were relieved they were happy to actually get a sight of naked skin. Sunghoon’s eyes, however, never left Sunoo’s face. He was intense, as always, just with a naughtier intention.
“Find my bag, Sunoo-yah.” Was all he said. Demanding and soft all at once. Daring Sunoo with an unexpected task.
Sunoo turned to look at the counter, knowing that even in the dark, it wouldn’t be an easy feat. The counter was littered with each one of the boys’ bags for toiletries and it was dark, so it was going to be tough.
Sunoo didn’t understand the suggestive side to Sunghoon’s words until he reached for a bag the same time he felt a hand enclose around the base of his cock and a tongue licking the tip.
Sunoo’s knees folded immediately by the sudden action, Sunghoon’s free arm banding around the front of him like a seatbelt against the edge of the counter. Sunoo’s widened eyes looked down at Sunghoon, on his knees with his lips enclosing around the tip of his dick.
Sunghoon pulls off. “Look for my bag.”
Sunoo nods, drunkenly. Surprised. His hands move with urgency, touching cold leather that shocked his heated skin. His large shirt lifted under Sunghoon’s arm a bit, allowing Sunghoon to properly view him from the waist down. Sunoo was really trying to be quiet. He really was. But when Sunghoon moved further along his cock and starting sucking, moving his tongue on the underside, Sunoo really thought he was going to break.
His hand flew to his mouth when a whimper dragged itself from the depths of his chest, shocking himself. He didn’t know how he was meant to actually get Sunghoon’s dick inside of him if he was already having trouble with just a blow job, honestly. His boyfriend had a habit of quite literally fucking Sunoo dumb, until he was reduced to whimpers and babbling and lots of drool. Plus, Sunghoon was a talker. He liked to talk Sunoo through it and liked when Sunoo made noises.
This was definitely the wrong place and time for this. Sunghoon pressed further, taking almost all of Sunoo in his mouth before pulling back a bit, setting himself on a slow rhythm that was driving the younger boy crazy. It was slow, thought about, planned. Sunoo wanted to push further into his mouth, seeking more pleasure from him, but-
But the bag!
Sunoo, realizing he stopped searching to grip the side of the counter, jumped back into action. His fingers grazed zippers of bags that probably weren’t either of theirs. Sunghoon’s bag. What did it look like again? Oh my god. His mouth feels so good.
“Sunoo-yah.” Sunghoon barely lets the tip of his cock pass his lips before he’s talking, hot breath hitting his sensitive skin and sending shivers up Sunoo’s spine. “My bag?”
Sunoo nods, his hand pushed so roughly against his face he think he might bruise. He’s frazzled, focused on the task given. Find the bag. Find the fucking bag- Jesus Christ.
Wet fingers prod at the rim of Sunoo’s hole, making him jump. One arm tightens around his front while his finger on the other hand swirls around his entrance, coaxing needy whines from the boy’s throat. Heat pooled in Sunoo’s chest. In his stomach. At his feet. Throughout his entire body. He was stuck between trying to thrust himself deeper into Sunghoon’s mouth and ramming back against his fingers that were only ghosting over his hole.
Sunoo felt a familiar bag. His. Larger than the others from carrying both his and Sunghoon’s skincare. If he knew his boyfriend…
Found it. The small leather shaving bag Sunghoon swore was “all he needed” because he knew Sunoo would take care of the rest. Unspoken habits and whatnot. Right next to his near the sink. So obvious, why didn’t he think of this sooner?
Sunoo’s fingers fumbled with the zipper just as Sunghoon pushed inside of him, licking Sunoo’s slit at the same time. The sensation was ridiculously good for what it was, tension breaking from Sunoo’s shoulders and his hands dropping against the counter top to hold him up. The leather pouch smacked against the granite, making them both freeze.
Sunghoon popped off of Sunoo’s dick, licking his lips with a grin.
“Think they heard that?” He asks innocently, far too innocently for what he was just doing- still doing, his finger fucking into Sunoo slowly. Sunoo was shaking. Limbs all on fire. Breath increasing. His chest felt the swarm of anxiety that didn’t reach his stomach, heart feeling like it wasn’t even in his chest anymore but in his head the way it pumped loudly in his ears.
“You okay?” Sunghoon preens, tilting his head. His fingers stretched against Sunoo’s walls, deeper inside of him. Sunoo could only nod, too focused on trying to seal his lips shut to not make any noise.
“Pretty baby.” A tender kiss on the inside of Sunoo’s thigh. “You’re so good for me, you know?”
Sunoo’s jaw dropped at his whispers, nodding deliriously when another finger pushed inside.
“And you taste so sweet.” Sunghoon continued wet kisses higher up on Sunoo’s skin, nearing his pelvis. Sunoo’s hips jumped, squeezing his walls around Sunghoon’s fingers. “Did you find the bag, gorgeous?”
Sunoo nodded, again, not trusting his mouth. His head dropped back when Sunghoon’s fingers crooked inside of him. Staggered air puffed against his skin when Sunghoon chuckled.
“Such a good boy.”
God, was Sunoo on fire? It felt like it.
“Open the bag for me.” No need to tell him twice. Shaky hands pulled the zipper open without strength, all of it powered toward keeping his mouth shut. His chest was heaving. Blindly poking around the pouch. Shaving cream. A razor. Travel sized bottle of Sunghoon’s expensive aftershave. Boom. Little bottle of lube.
Sunoo placed it on the counter with hesitation, earning a sound of approval from his boyfriend.
“Baby,” Sunghoon called out quietly. Sunoo didn’t dare look. “Please look at me baby.”
In the dark, everything felt so heightened. His ears heard every sound Sunghoon made, his skin reacted to every small touch, his mouth salivated at every word. Yet, his eyes were lacking. Why wasn’t he born with night vision? He wanted to make out more than distinctive features on Sunghoon. See that crazed look in his eyes he got when he talked to him like this. Wanted to see his swollen lips from sucking his dick. Wanted to see more of Sunghoon’s skin, not just the parts he memorized.
Still, he obeyed. Looking down at Sunghoon, breathless. And Sunghoon, ever the giver, crooked his fingers at just the right spot, the pads of his fingers brushing against Sunoo’s prostate like he knew it was there. He probably did. He made it a point to know everything about Sunoo, inside and out.
Sunoo couldn’t stand anymore. His knees buckled at the pleasure, gasping as he tried to drop. The arm around his hips slid up, palm placed dead center on Sunoo’s chest to keep him from falling. Sunghoon’s forehead placed at Sunoo’s hip as a way to steady him, but still continuing his assault against that spongy part of Sunoo that had his head spinning.
“H-Hoonie,” Sunoo choked out with all the air filling his lungs. “Please. Please. I - ahhh - feels good.”
“Shhhhhh baby,” Sunghoon mumbles. He finds his way back to the tip of Sunoo’s cock. “I got you.”
Heat envelopes his dick as Sunghoon pushes forward, taking Sunoo down to the hilt. He pulls back the same time his fingers scissor inside of Sunoo, creating a wave of sensations akin to exploding. White heat collected at his spine, his posture straightening for a moment before he remembered to look down at Sunghoon, dark eyes already blinking up at him.
Sunghoon hummed, the vibrations coinciding with the goosebumps that followed. Sunghoon had entire control over Sunoo’s body at the moment and Sunoo was right where he wanted to be.
One hand on his mouth, the other reaching forward for Sunghoon’s raven hair, gripping tightly. The hand on his chest meant Sunoo was free to move his hips, so he did. Fucking himself back on the older’s fingers and thrusting into his mouth. It was messy. Maybe a little loud for the quiet house. Maybe on the other side of that door, their friends were waking up to them doing this in the bathroom.
The thought hit Sunoo in a different place than he expected. Instead of blinding guilt, it only sizzled against his chest. His movements grew sporadic the closer to his release, legs tightening. Sunghoon was still fucking his fingers into Sunoo, timed perfectly with his needy attempts and allowing his mouth to just be used as a hole for Sunoo, slightly gagging around his cock when Sunoo thrusted particularly rough.
“Hoonie hy-hyungie,” Sunoo muffles his words with his hand, “c-can I cum? Please, can I cum?”
He was so close. So close that he barely had enough resistance in him to ask.
“Mhmm,” Sunghoon hummed and Sunoo gasped sharply, hips stilling as he fell back against the counter top. Stars exploded in his eyes, lighting the dark room as his climax took over. He was dizzy, not even sure he was breathing, and totally pliant. Sunghoon’s free hand held his forearm in an attempt to catch him from falling back, mouth still working the sensitive head of Sunoo’s cock.
His jaw fell slack. Head thrown back. Sweat dripping down his scalp. The room had grown three thousand degrees in that minute. His heart was slamming inside his chest so loud he knew the group would wake up from the sound. His hips jumped at the overstimulation that Sunghoon provided, smoothing his boyfriend’s hair down when he realized he still had a bear grip on it.
Sunghoon pulled off his cock with a pop. Licking around his lips. His fingers were slower to pull out, shoving back in once more before completely pulling away to wrap around the back of Sunoo’s knee. Sunoo could only stare at the man, completely at his mercy.
“Do you think we woke the house?” Sunghoon asks, kissing Sunoo’s hipbone. Sunoo circled a small section of Sunghoon’s hair and pulled it, making the boy’s eyes shut. He stood up, enclosing his arms around Sunoo’s waist.
A tentative kiss is placed against Sunoo’s lips. Then another. And another one. The fourth is the one that takes, Sunoo pulling Sunghoon back for a longer, more probing kiss. He can taste himself in Sunghoon’s mouth, something he found a disturbing amount of pride in.
Despite literally just cumming, it didn’t take long for the kiss to grow hungry again. Sunoo was satiated - for now - but couldn’t ignore the bulge in Sunghoon’s pants any longer. He was aware how painfully hard his boyfriend was and wanted to return the favor. He fumbled around the counter top in search of the lube and grabbed it without disengaging from a Sunghoon, squeezing some in his palm.
“Cold,” was the only warning he gave as he pulled Sunghoon’s striped blue pants down just so his dick was out and wrapped his lubed up hand around it.
“Jeez,” Sunghoon pulls away from the kiss to hiss. “Thanks for the warning.”
Sunoo twists his hand around his cock as he tightens around him, moving up and down languidly. “I said ‘cold’.”
“That could mean - ahh- a bunch of things, baby.” Sunghoon’s breath comes out heavier than before, forehead pressing against Sunoo’s. Sunoo’s lips quirk at the end, moving a little faster.
“What did you want me to say? I just put lube in my hand and I’m about to give you a hand job?”
Sunghoon’s breathes roughly through his nose, head dropping to Sunoo’s shoulder as his hand worked slowly. Arms caged him against the counter again, the warmth he worked off never leaving him.
“Turn ah-around.”
Sunoo obeys, once again, the kind of person who takes direction really well. He drops his hands against the counter (making a mental note to clean this up thoroughly) and juts out his ass, feeling Sunghoon’s dick rub along the crack. Large hands pull out his hips even further, making Sunoo bend entirely over the sink. The hands travel lower, spreading his ass apart and fondling the flesh.
“Pretty, do you know how hot you look when you cum?” His voice is gravely. Hoarse as he tries to whisper. His cock thrusts against Sunoo’s hole, dragging his length against the opening. “I thought I was going to cum just watching you.”
Sunoo whines when Sunghoon draws back.
“And you’re so tight back here,” Sunghoon pinches his skin, “I kept imaging you around my cock.”
“Sunghoon.”
“You made this cute little noise when you were cumming,” Sunghoon hums, oblivious to the torture he was putting the younger through. His hips flush against Sunoo’s ass, cock reaching his lower back. “Trying not to be loud. I wonder if I can get you to make it again.”
That was the warning. That’s all Sunoo got before his cock was entering him, thumbs prying open his puckered hole to make room. Sunoo whined.
“Yeah,” Sunghoon sighs, pushing in further. “It was just like that.”
The last little bit was quick, Sunghoon shoving himself to the hilt with ease. His cock nestled tightly in Sunoo’s heat, both of them stilling momentarily. The stretch was absurd. Biting his lip to stop himself from making a sound. Sunghoon nearly folded over the top of him. Sunoo felt him everywhere.
“You know,” Sunghoon keeps talking lowly. Sunoo blames the beer from earlier. Alcohol always made him so talkative. “I bet this bathroom has an echo.”
He pulls back quickly, Sunoo’s hole making a squelching sound. It was dirty. Nasty. Naughty even. But both of them moaned at it, Sunghoon pushing back in slowly enough to make Sunoo dizzy.
“Think you can keep it quiet if we go a little faster baby?” And Sunoo wants to punch him. He wants to punch him so hard with his lips that he has Sunoo’s kiss as a bruise for a few weeks. Sunghoon drags his cock back along Sunoo’s walls quicker this time. “No?”
And Sunghoon is reaching. Maneuvering the way Sunoo fits against him. One leg up and pulled back so Sunghoon’s hip dug into the back of his thigh, stretching his limbs out. Fitting himself so snuggly inside Sunoo that the only thing Sunoo can do is moan. Remember what we said about Sunghoon liking to fuck Sunoo dumb? Because he doesn’t. He can’t remember anything other than the way Sunghoon feels inside of him right now. Including the having to be quiet so they don’t wake their friends part.
“Oh baby,” Sunghoon wraps a hand around Sunoo’s mouth, lifting him a little bit as he pulls out. He’s pushing in again, Sunoo squirming in his grip. “I know.”
The condescending edge made Sunoo whimper against his palm. Sunoo grabs at Sunghoon’s wrist as he lifts his upper half against his front, his thrusts coming out a little shorter and quicker. Sunoo was drooling against Sunghoon’s palm, thankful for something to keep him quiet. The angle was as distressing as it was inexplicably good, Sunghoon hitting just the right spot so deep inside Sunoo he could scream if it weren’t for the hand at his mouth.
“You feel ssssoo good.” Sunghoon slides over his words after he feels Sunoo clench around him, trying to fuck himself back on his cock in time with his thrusts. Perspiration was dripping down Sunoo’s temple, his stomach bulging from Sunghoon’s dick. Neither of them knew if they were really being quiet anymore, just fucking like it was their last day ever doing it again.
With every thrust inside, Sunghoon was pushing as deep as he could, using Sunoo as a toy. The sound of skin slapping together was lewd, far too lewd for this very small shared space. It definitely echoes in here, but Sunoo really did not care at this point. His entire body was alive with adrenaline and pleasure, pliant and so so willing. Sunghoon’s punishing grip on his waist, fingertips digging in. His hand around Sunoo’s mouth, pulling the younger back on his cock.
Sunoo didn’t want this spell binding feeling to end, but was so desperately in need of release that it didn’t feel real.
“Can you cum again?” Sunghoon’s rough, dark whisper reached his ears. Sunoo nodded. He wasn’t sure what he was nodding at, he didn’t even hear it right, but he couldn’t help the natural reaction to just nod. Yes, he wanted to say, just yes to whatever you say.
The hand on his hip moved then, inching toward Sunoo’s cock. Already overstimulated and overwhelmed from the blow job earlier, Sunoo whimpered when his fist enclosed around it.
“I can feel when you get close,” Sunghoon hums as he licks a greedy stripe up Sunoo’s neck. “You start clenching so hard around me.”
Tears prickle in Sunoo’s eyes as Sunghoon fucks both his cock and his hole, thrusts matching one another. Sunoo swears if it weren’t for the iron grip his boyfriend has on him, he’d be floating right now.
“Such a good boy for me, Sunoo-yah. You listen so well.” Lips ghost the shell of his ear. Sunoo preens. “You take my cock so well, baby.”
Sunoo is aware of the fat tears that stream down his face and over Sunghoon’s hand. Sunghoon’s hips speed up behind him, fucking into Sunoo without abandon. Yeah… they’re definitely not being quiet anymore.
“Are you crying, pretty? I wish I could see it right now, you’re so pretty when you cry.” Sunghoon slams roughly into him, Sunoo dropping his leg. It doesn’t disturb the pace of things, or his hand on his cock, or the way Sunghoon is overstimulating his prostate with such a ferocity he was seeing stars.
“You can cum now baby. I got you. I’ll make you feel good.”
Sunoo lasted two thrusts after those words. He was catapulted into a white heat, limbs going numb from the pleasure in his stomach. He was aware that most of his weight wasn’t on his feet, but on Sunghoon. Moaning loudly into Sunghoon’s palm, cum shooting into his other. The wetness adds a new sensation to it, making little squelching noises.
Sunghoon wasn’t far behind him, biting against the nape of Sunoo’s neck to hold in a moan. The heat that pooled inside of Sunoo when the older came made Sunoo moan again, pushing as close as he could so every drop remained inside of him.
They stayed bent over the sink for a while. Sunghoon’s harsh breaths turning into soft nape kisses when he came around and Sunoo breathing steady by the time he realized he was still alive and hadn’t been fucked to literal death, just close to it. The hand around his mouth lowered to fingers on his chin, delicately turning Sunoo’s face to meet Sunghoon’s lips. Sloppy pecks landed along his cheek to his lips, a testimony of love.
“I can’t believe you waited in the dark like a creep for me,” Sunoo snorted when a kiss was pressed to the corner of his lips.
“Are you complaining, Sunoo-yah?” Sunghoon bit back, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’d say it was well worth it.”
Sunoo scrunched his face up. “Pervert.”
“Not denying that,” Sunghoon countered. He pulled out slowly, both of them wincing, and stood up. “But… only for you.”
“I’m so lucky,” Sunoo snarked. He didn’t move, knowing Sunghoon was the kind of person who took the care part of after care too seriously. Just folded his arms underneath his head and rested against the cold granite.
“Agreed.” Sunghoon taps Sunoo’s ass as he grabs a fresh wash cloth from underneath the sink. He turns on the faucet next to Sunoo’s head quietly and wets it, dragging it across Sunoo’s face and hairline first. “But I’m even luckier to have someone like you go along with my perverted ideas.”
Sunoo only hums a reply, allowing himself to be taken care of. While he didn’t get fucked to death, he did feel an extreme sleepiness that wasn’t there before this. Like the alcohol they had earlier had worked itself through his system and left a hangover like feeling.
He allowed himself to be taken care of, Sunghoon wiping down every sweaty part of his body before wiping the mess he made of Sunoo’s ass. The cum that was dripping from his hole got wiped away with care, aware the boy was sensitive. He was even gentler when he was wiping up Sunoo’s softened and spent cock.
Sunghoon washed the wash cloth under water again before wiping himself up, and then found disinfecting wipes under the sink when Sunoo pointed out that they had sex on this counter that people were supposed to get ready at tomorrow.
“We could always take a shower,” Sunghoon prompted. He tossed the wet washcloth in the hamper in the corner of the bathroom and dropped the wipes into the trash can.
“That’d wake everyone up, hyung.”
“If they didn’t wake up through that, they’re definitely not going to wake up through a shower.” Sunghoon snorts, but gets on his knees to put Sunoo’s foot through the other leg of his underwear and lounge pants. Sunoo doesn’t even remember when that happened.
“Shower with me tomorrow then?” Sunghoon asks, pressing a fleeting kiss to the base of Sunoo’s spine before he covers it with his shirt.
“Yeah right,” Sunoo lifts his head and turns. “You’re getting too bold these days.”
Sunghoon helps Sunoo up the rest of the way, hugging the boy. Sunoo’s arms wrap around his neck again, burying his face in his shoulder. He smelled so good.
“It’s my old age.”
“You’re twenty two.”
“And I have the most beautiful person in the world as my boyfriend,” Sunghoon ignores Sunoo’s comment. “I wanna show him off.”
“You’re gonna get us exposed.” Sunoo couldn’t even hide his smile. His Sunghoon was far too sweet for this world.
“Then we’ll figure it out.” Sunghoon sighs. They just hold each other in the dark, Sunghoon swaying slightly on his feet. “Fine. Don’t shower with me tomorrow, but you owe me one when we get back to the dorms.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Then I want to sleep with you tonight too.” It sounded as if he had been sitting on this suggestion for a while.
“Have you no shame?” Sunoo pulled away, a smile still on his lips.
“I’ll sneak back into bed with Jake before the cameras turn on.” Sunghoon shrugged. “We’ve done it before with tours. I always get back before anyone notices. Let’s go!”
Sunoo allowed himself to be easily persuaded into it. When they walked into the room, they were hit with a wave of relief and fresh air upon seeing that all of their friends were still sleeping heavily.
Sunghoon dragged the younger boy to his bed on the ground, pulling the large white blanket over them. He maneuvered himself so his leg was wedged between Sunoo’s from behind, arms wrapped around him.
“Goodnight baby.” His soft words danced along Sunoo’s skin, making him squirm in the older’s hold.
“G’night.” Sunghoon squeezed him in return.
And in the morning when Sunoo had woken Sunghoon up (not really, just pretend for the cameras after he had snuck off), making breakfast for the rest of the group felt more like an apology than anything.
But when he noticed Heeseung wasn’t meeting his eyes all day, he realized maybe one person had woken up to their escapades.