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"why is it so fucking hot…?" maki whispers to himself. it's ass o'clock at night and he can't fucking sleep because of the heat. his and nicholas' shared hotel room ended up having a busted AC unit, but the two foolishly underestimated the heat and refused another room since they weren't staying for long. now they're paying the price for it. the situation is made even worse because maki's hard, almost embarrassingly so. he doesn't even know why. maybe it's sexual frustration? maybe it's his teenage hormones? whatever the case might be, he's been suffering in silence for who knows how long in this miserable sauna of a hotel room with a boner that won't go down. he's been trying to resist touching it, far too conscious of his fellow member only a few feet away from him sleeping in his own bed.
but, ah, fuck it. he's so horny it actually hurts, and maybe whatever orgasm he could pull from this could help him fall asleep. without any more thought, he slips his pajama pants down, his dick bouncing up as it’s freed from its confines. it's already throbbing, his swollen tip leaking as it begs for attention. he wastes no time wrapping a hand around it, starting to stroke himself. he hisses, pulling up his shirt to bite down on the hem as a way to silence himself. he doesn't care to take it slow or about the fact that it burns a bit when his hand slides over dry patches down his shaft, all he wants is to cum.
except he can't. he does all he can, going faster, making a firmer fist, playing with his cockhead, teasing the spots that feel the best, but nothing is working. minutes pass, then more, then more, and all he does is get stiffer and more frustrated. before he knows it, an hour has already gone by and he still hasn't reached his peak. he lets out a frustrated cry, still muffled by his shirt. he accepts defeat, releasing his dick and letting his shirt fall from his mouth. tears build up against his waterline and despite maki's best effort to hold them back, they manage to break free. tears of frustration roll down the sides of his face as he stares up at the ceiling. maki does his best to keep it down, placing a hand over his mouth and closing his eyes.
"do you need help with that?" a deep voice cuts through the noise, maki instantly freezing up with fear as he his eyes shoot open, landing on none other than a now very-awake, very-aware nicholas.
maki pulls the cover over himself, eyes darting around as shame and disbelief overcome him, "ah, uh– hyung, i— this is not— what do you mean—"
nicholas groans and rolls his eyes, "you woke me up. just answer the question, do you need help?"
when he gets a shocked face instead of a response, nicholas yanks the covers off of maki. he climbs on the bed, forcing maki's legs apart so he can settle in between them on his stomach. "stay still." he orders.
"hyung, what are you do—" his sentence is cut short by his hyung sucking the head of his dick into his mouth. his brain short circuits due to the absurdity of the situation and the velvety soft feeling of nicholas' mouth. a too-loud moan escapes him, the younger boy finding it too hard to gather his thoughts or push the other away as nicholas takes even more of him. maki can feel the head of his dick against the roof of his hyung's mouth and, soon enough, against the entrance of his throat. the pleasure intensifies tenfold once nicholas begins to move his head up and down. his tongue leaves maki's brain feeling like TV static and white noise. whatever the elder can't reach with his mouth, he makes up for by working his hands like a pro.
"ah, hyung…" maki groans, struggling to keep himself from bucking his hips. the air in their shared hotel room grows stuffier by the minute. maki's body is burning up and the added heat of nicholas' hands and mouth on him only serve to cover him in a thin sheen of sweat. his hands grip the sheets with as much strength as he can muster, desperately not wanting to disobey the one order nicholas gave him; he has to stay still. in between his legs, nicholas rests with his hands holding down maki's hips with a strength that seems trivial to him. his pretty, full lips are wrapped around maki's dick with that skilled tongue of his expertly working all the spots on his shaft that make the younger man feel lightheaded. he's so good with his mouth, managing to pull high keens and whiny moans from maki's throat with the slightest flick of his tongue. "nicho—ah, fuck… please, more—i need—ah! please!" maki begs as tears begin to well up in his eyes once again. as good as nicholas' mouth is, he's too pent-up to cum from only this. he needs more.
nicholas completely stops in his tracks, and there's a dangerous silence that settles over them. a beat, then two, and nicholas slowly slides his mouth up maki's length until his lips catch at the head before leaving with a small 'pop'. nicholas' eyes find maki's and a chill runs down the younger's spine.
a small tilt of his head, "maki-yah," his voice is low and carrying a tone of annoyance. maki feels as if he's being chained against the mattress. nicholas' hand secures itself around the base of maki's dick while he—without breaking eye contact—dribbles a glob of spit onto the tip of the maknae's cock. slowly, terrifyingly, he begins to stroke maki from base to tip, base to tip, base to midsection and twist. "what makes you think you're in a position to tell me what to do? you were the one who woke me up because you were too stupid to get yourself off."
maki's eyes are blown wide as genuine terror spikes him. he doesn't really get why. it's just nicholas—his kind, gentle, bubbly nicholas-hyung—and yet… and yet there's something about the look in his hyung's eyes and the neutrality of his expression that's so… threatening, as if he's able to see the thread of nicholas' patience beginning to snap. it makes him feel incredibly small.
meekly, maki droops his head and curls in on himself the slightest bit. still peering into the ice cold eyes of his hyung, he gulps and forces his all-too-heavy tongue to move, "i'm s-sorry, nicho-hyung…"
nicholas's brow quirks, his eyes softening a fraction in approval. he hums and gives maki's hip a firm squeeze just to see the hair on his body stand up when he shudders, "good. you should be sorry. and you should also thank hyung for helping you out, no?"
a quiet whine, almost inaudible, spills from maki's lips as he nods. "yes, hyung. thank you…" he sniffles, forcing himself not to sob when nicholas cruelly teases his slit with his thumb nail.
a huff leads into the satiny tug of the elder's voice, "that's right, you should always thank your hyung." nicholas presses his full lips against the head of maki's dick, dragging a full body shudder out of him. he mutters against the head, not once tearing his gaze from maki's. he speaks unhurried, every movement of his mouth meant to tease the man at his mercy, "now… are you gonna interrupt me again?"
a shudder racks his entire body. maki shakes his head, sniffling, "no, nicho-hyung."
a gentle swipe of a thumb over his hip is the only act of kindness he gets in response. nicholas then uses his tongue for one long, drawn out pass over maki's tip. slowly, inch by agonizingly laggard inch, nicholas takes maki's dick into his mouth once more. the younger has to fight the urge to thrust into nicholas' mouth once he feels his cock head push past the ring of mild resistance that is the depth of the elder's throat. the whole way down, nicholas stares into his eyes. the feeling projected from them is not lust, not amusement, not… not much of anything outside of annoyance—as if helping his group mate get off with his throat is a chore. the lack of arousal in his hyung's eyes only has him getting harder by the second. maki feels so horny he thinks he might actually die.
the sound of nicholas' sucking and licking, the heat, his sleepiness, and the mind-numbing lust all come together in an overwhelming mixture of sensations he can't escape. despite them never having done anything like this before, nicholas' movements feels like he knows exactly what maki needs. every time he drags his tongue against the vein that crawls up the side of maki's dick, every time he sucks at his head with a margin of added force, every time he runs his teeth against his shaft just to see the younger sob and squirm in pain, all of it serves to drive the maknae batshit crazy. once nicholas slides a torturous hand down to fondle his balls, he lets out a pathetic cry. the pleasure is too great and he's no longer able to control his tears. "ah, nicho-ge…! so good… so good!"
the satisfied hum nicholas lets slip travels all the way down maki's shaft, sending a jolt through his spine. when the elder gives his balls a firm squeeze, the dam breaks. with a buck of his hips, maki's cumming directly into the warm cavern of nicholas' mouth. he whines loudly, head swimming with pleasure. he doesn't notice that his hyung has pulled his mouth off his cock until he feels a strong hand yank his head back and a firm pair of lips against his. his eyes fly open only to be met with his hyung's piercing gaze. irritation leaks off nicholas in waves as he forces his spend-covered tongue into maki's mouth so he can make the younger swallow.
it's bitter, and maki should be disgusted or frustrated, but instead all he does is open his jaw wider to accept everything nicholas gives him. to think that maki's first kiss is one where his band mate (nicholas, of all people) feeds him his own jizz. it's a sloppy, wet, nasty, and extremely one-sided prodding and swapping of a mixture of their spit, his snot, and his cum. maki doesn't think it could get any better than this.
an eternity passes before nicholas parts from him, his hand still gripping maki's hair with a strength that definitely rips a few strands out his scalp. maki groans, mouth open and eyes droopy as he catches his breath. there's still a thin layer of spend adorning maki's tongue and teeth, the younger too preoccupied with gasping for air. nicholas' free hand comes up to wipe away the fluids that coat his lips and chin. there's a distinct look of disgust that pools in his eyes that makes maki's gut churn in both fear and excitement—something he will surely not think too hard about. nicholas heaves, inhaling a handful of deep breaths as he once again captures maki's eyes in a cage of searing contact which scorches his skin and leaves him feeling raw and exposed. "maki," his voice is grated now, "swallow all of it." the younger hesitates, but the elder's tone leaves no room to refuse.
he acquiesces, his adam's apple bobbing heavily while he's simultaneously consumed by nausea, shame, and arousal. however, the way nicholas' pupils blow wide with unbridled lust is possibly the most humiliating thing about this situation. the elder likes this. his hyung likes seeing him this way. he enjoys watching maki simmer in ignominy provided on a silver platter holding nicholas' whims. a finger hooks against maki's jaw, dragging it open so nicholas can inspect every corner of his mouth. a smirk graces his face, the only real air of approval maki has wrung out of him tonight.
a raised brow is followed by a flicker of amusement and then the finger holding his jaw open slips away, "you actually did it, wow. good job." he doesn't really mean it, but he's pleased by maki's obedience.
the younger's heart flips and twists all at once. nicholas has been toying with him from the start. he should be angry at how he's been disregarded, and at how the consent surrounding this interaction is shaky at best, but his heart beats quicker and sings at the kindness his hyung spares him.
consciously keeping his posture meek, he surrenders completely to nicholas, "th-thank you, hyung." satisfied with his answer, nicholas lets maki free of the iron grip he has on his hair. he doesn't make a move to soothe his scalp afterwards (of course he doesn't). it stings, his skin aching in the area it was stretched while his neck feels tight.
nicholas sits back on his heels, wiping the spit and other liquids on his hand onto maki's shirt. the maknae begins to fall backwards on the pillow, but is caught by his collar. above him, nicholas is holding him up with a muscled arm that has maki's mouth watering against his better judgement.
"don't get comfortable, we aren't done." before maki can gather himself, he's jerked upwards, his body folding in on itself as he finds himself face to face with nicholas' erection. "i can't believe you got me hard." a deep sigh exhales irritation. nicholas stretches his shoulders and rolls his eyes, "i helped you, so you help me."
maki tenses, his back beginning to groan due to the position he's being held in. he gulps, nervousness biting him ferociously. he's never done anything like this for someone else. where does he even begin? "ah, h-how… do you—?"
there's a loud exasparated groan that cuts through his sentence. once more, his hair is caught in his hyung's bruising grip, his head once again pulled backward with a swiftness that causes pain to bloom from his neck yet again. a surprised yelp resonates throughout the room. suddenly, he's face to face with a nicholas wang who is staring at him with equal parts disbelief and fury.
"are you fucking kidding?" he scoffs and curses under his breath, grip tightening further as veins begin to pop out along the skin of his arm. this time, maki can feel strands of hair detaching from his skull. internally, he fervently urges himself to bite back a moan. nicholas shakes his head, "haaah, just do whatever! jerk me off, suck my dick, or turn over and let me fuck you. it doesn't matter! fucking idiot…" the veins on his neck also pop as he continuously loses more patience the longer he speaks. nicholas' volume causes maki to flinch, yet at the same time he relishes in the sight of his seething hyung.
with a shudder, he places a light hand on nicholas' knee as some sort of peace offering, or an admission of fault. he can’t tell the difference. "nicho-ge," his voice trembles, "i'm sorry. i'll… use my hands, okay? i-i'm not that… experienced, but i'll do my best to get you off."
another eye roll and the tension on his neck vanishes, "hurry up then. i want to go back to sleep already." maki only nods, saying nothing more as they reposition themselves, ending with nicholas lying on his back with maki pressed against his side. nicholas rests his head on a tucked arm, thoroughly unimpressed as he watches maki slip his sweatpants down just enough to free his weeping cock.
a surge of anxiety washes over maki as he wraps a hand around nicholas' dick. he's already slightly wet and throbbing in his hand. the maknae can hear the blood rushing through his veins as he rubs his palm on nicholas' tip, gathering up pre-cum to make his movement smoother. next to him his hyung sighs in pleasure, the sound amplified due to their proximity. maki slowly begins to jerk nicholas off, focusing mainly near the tip.
the elder grunts, leaning into maki's touch. he goes on like this for a minute longer, hands a bit awkward and uncoordinated while maki tries to fight against popping another boner. they're both sweaty, but maki can't find it within himself to mind when his face is near-buried in the side of nicholas' neck. he smells like sweat, and coconut shampoo, and the cologne he always wears—the smell of his hyung drives him crazy. nicholas tilts his head toward him a fraction, not quite looking at him due to their positioning. he speaks, voice low and strained, "maki-yah, spit on your hand."
like a man possessed, maki complies immediately. he makes sure to excrete a generous amount of spit before wrapping a hand around nicholas' length once more. with the added amount of lubricant, maki begins to work his hand further down. his hyung moans, enclosing a fist around maki's forearm. his hold isn't firm, just present. the contact makes the younger pause for the slightest moment before resuming his ministrations.
maki begins to jerk him off with more fervor now, desperately chasing the sweet sound of nicholas's pretty, deep moans. he thinks he can get drunk off the sound of his hyung's voice. faster, firmer, harder—maki continues working nicholas' cock, trying to mimic the elder's technique. by the sound of nicholas' voice, he believes he must be doing something right. he strokes a spot under the head which causes the elder to buck his hips, "ah! right there, maki-yah…" spurred on by his reaction, maki continues to pay attention to that area.
his hyung begins to writhe and thrash a bit, with his whines and moans increasing in volume. "maki-yah, maki! i'm so close, shit…!" maki's hand moves quicker, the younger eager to watch him cum. "ah, fuck—!" nicholas' orgasm slams into him, the elder not even realizing just how pent up he was. maki works him through it, pressing soft kisses on the side of his neck all the while.
once nicholas comes down from his high, he pulls maki's arm upwards, making his soiled hand hover in front of his face. "clean it up." his hyung demands, shifting his body to lay on his side as to get a full view of maki's face. the two make eye contact for the nth time that night as maki brings his hand closer, slowly licking away all of nicholas' cum. he stares at him, pupils wide with lust as he licks a line of cum that traveled down his wrist all the way from his knuckles. nicholas doesn't say a word as he watches, utterly entranced by the wiggle of maki's tongue. a smirk crawls onto his face. maki licks up the remaining cum on and in between his fingers and palm. the second he's done, a thick sheet of awkward silence stretches between them.
maki's dick is half-erect in his pajama pants, but he's quite frankly too hot and too tuckered out to care. their labored breaths overlap and fill the silence until nicholas speaks up again. he clears his throat, "do you… want to take a cold shower together?"
the younger nods, "yeah, that sounds good."