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“Hendery, can I ask for a favor?”
Harsh light and the soft purring of the ventilation system greeted him as he put his back against the closed door. Music shows had to end, and while everyone else was leaving, Hendery had been pulled into a nearly empty room.
“Is it okay if I change first?” Rui’s voice was exactly like he remembered, sweet and sharp.
“Y-Yeah, no problem. Was it your idea…?” Hendery replied, hopeful, scratching the back of his head. He was buzzing; nothing had come close to this level of excitement, not even his own comeback.
Rui turned his back to him, the fabric of his shirt sliding away and revealing his shoulder blades and soft skin. Hendery quickly averted his eyes, staring at the floor as his ears rang with the sound of his heartbeat.
“Everyone in the group is asking for it. It’s so cool that we can film challenges together. And we promised each other we’d film something when you are promoting, remember?” Rui replied, his calm voice muffled by his shirt.
“How could I forget? Yeah, it’s crazy…” Hendery said, his shoulders falling slightly.
Why was he disappointed? Of course he was. He was the only one obsessively thinking about Rui since the last time they met and clearly unable to shake the image of his back from his mind. The way everything about him looked so effortlessly pretty, so strong. Defined muscles, a small waist and the soft dip of his spine just above his lower back. Rui was here for work. Of course he was. They were both at work.
“Can you hand me the tank top over there?” Rui’s voice pulled him back to reality.
“Oh,” Hendery looked up, only to find Rui turned toward him, his upper body bare, expression unbothered and head tilted slightly as he waited.
Hendery froze. He couldn’t hide it, his eyes went straight to Rui’s chest, pink nipples and clean lines of muscle catching his attention before he could look away.
“Are you okay?” Rui asked, taking a step closer.
Hendery backed up at the sudden movement, his brain unable to process what was happening or how perfect Rui looked.
Rui seemed to understand immediately, one hand lifting to cover himself.
“Sorry. I got too comfortable. I shouldn’t act like this in front of my sunbae,” Rui said quietly, bowing and curling in on himself to hide his body.
Fuck.
“No, no, no it’s perfectly okay. It’s really, really fine,” Hendery said, his face burning. “Here’s your top.”
He grabbed the folded fabric and stretched his arm out, eyes fixed on the ceiling, anything was better than looking at Rui.
“Thank you,” Rui said, his tone suddenly formal as the shirt quickly escaped Hendery's grasp.
Of course he’d ruined it. In less than five minutes, he’d destroyed everything he’d built. Maybe “built” was a strong word. Whatever small sense of camaraderie he’d imagined was gone. Rui probably hated him now: a creep who couldn’t stop staring at someone’s chest and a prude who acted like he’d never seen a nipple before.
“Are you ready?” Rui asked, continuing like nothing had happened.
Hendery dared to look again. Rui was on his phone now, tank top fully on, black fabric contrasting with his bare arms. He typed something in silence, then propped the phone against the mirror on the table.
“Right,” Hendery said, the energy in the room completely deflated. “Here’s the choreo—”
“We can begin. I already know it,” Rui interrupted, finally looking at him.
Hendery paused. Rui was so unbothered it was disarming. He simply nodded in agreement.
One thing Hendery learned in that moment was that while Rui might be chill offstage, he was strict when it came to dancing.
“I think this one’s good. Give me a moment,” Hendery said, sweat gathering at his brows.
“I feel like my hand is in the wrong place,” Rui said, scrolling through the video, his nail tapping as he rewound the last two seconds.
Hendery stumbled back into a chair, head falling against the backrest in pure exhaustion.
“How did you even learn the choreo this fast?”
When there was no response, he cracked one eye open, sweat running down his lashes. Rui was standing right in front of him, positioned between his spread legs.
“I learned it in case you didn’t want to do it and I had to film the challenge by myself.”
The answer was straightforward. Almost painfully so. Rui didn’t sound angry, just factual. But Hendery still felt a small, sharp pang in his chest.
“What made you think I’d refuse…?”
Rui fidgeted with his nails, the acrylics clicking softly against each other.
“Nothing,” Rui said, then turned away.
Without thinking, Hendery reached out and caught his arm, stopping him mid-step.
“Did I do something to offend you, Rui?” The casual use of his name and the grabbing hit him a second too late. He was definitely out of his mind.
Rui’s eyes followed the line of Hendery’s arm down to where his hand was holding him.
“I feel like I scare you,” Rui said after a slow inhale.
Hendery loosened his grip immediately, the contact leaving a faint red mark on Rui’s arm.
“What—”
“When you look at me, I feel like you don’t fully understand me,” Rui continued, glancing at his own top before gesturing vaguely at his nails. “All of me. And that’s okay.”
It wasn’t. Not to Hendery. He stood up abruptly, reaching for Rui’s hand this time.
“Rui, I never wanted you to feel like that. If that’s true, slap me. I—I—” He stumbled over his words, suddenly aware of how close they were. “I was flustered, okay? We haven’t known each other long, your whole vibe is so much more than me. You look so good I got starstruck, and after that I was too embarrassed to look at you.”
He only realized he’d finished talking when he noticed Rui’s fingers had curled around his, Rui’s eyes completely focused on him. They were close enough that Hendery could feel his warm breath, see the definition of his lashes.
“Do you admire me that much, Hendery-gege?”
His heart stopped at the word, ears buzzing again, the room narrowing around them.
“Honestly, more than what’s socially acceptable...” Hendery admitted, his eyes betraying him as they traced Rui’s features.
Rui’s gaze flicked to his lips, then back up.
“I can be okay with more than normal,” Rui said, his nails digging into Hendery’s palm, sending a shiver up his arm.
The realization settled, heavy and electric in his mind. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved. Then Hendery tilted his head and Rui bridged the distance, their lips finally meeting.
It would’ve been a lie to say it wasn’t the best kiss he’d ever had. Rui’s lips were soft and hot, pinning his in place, the fire in his belly igniting instantly. Nothing could stop him now, his tongue slipped into Rui’s mouth without hesitation. Rui pushed him back, their foreheads knocking together, but Hendery didn’t care.
The back of his thighs hit the table and instinct took over. He climbed up, legs spreading easily to make room for Rui between them. It was intoxicating, the heat, the closeness, tilting his head down to kiss him deeper, Rui’s hand leaving his to scrape along the back of Hendery’s neck. Hendery moaned without meaning to, fingers clutching at Rui’s tank top for balance. Rui chuckled against his mouth, teeth clicking briefly before sealing their lips together again.
They were both burning from dancing, breath hot, sweat mixing as their skin brushed together.
“Do you like it?” Rui murmured, biting his lower lip. “Does that make you hard, Hendery-gege?”
Hendery felt his body melt. He whimpered into Rui’s mouth, nodding even as he leaned closer.
“Yes, Rui. I love it. I love you.”
His brain was too fogged to register what he’d just said, how heavy and meaningless the words were. He was too far gone, fingers already slipping under Rui’s tank top, feeling the damp heat gathered there.
“Then be quick,” Rui said, pulling his lips away. The sting of his teeth lingered for half a second on Hendery's lip then Rui lifted his arms.
Hendery’s mouth fell open as he dragged the fabric up, revealing stretched muscle and gleaming skin under the harsh white light. He didn’t stop himself from rushing in, mouth finding Rui’s neck immediately. The other tilted his head back, a long, satisfied breath spilling from his lips.
Hendery licked along his neck, salty and hot beneath his tongue, moving lower as he slid off the table and onto his knees. When he reached Rui’s chest, Rui’s grip tightened in his hair, acrylics scraping behind his ears, pulling just enough to make him gasp. He loved it.
Hendery licked Rui’s nipple once, just to feel it, and Rui let out a moan, his chest shivering when Hendery pulled away. He licked it again, slower this time, before closing his lips around it and sucking. Rui seemed to like it, pushing Hendery’s head closer, pressing him on.
Hendery let him, tongue teasing the sensitive tip while he sucked, teeth grazing it just enough to make Rui hiss. Too sensitive.
Hendery smiled, completely lost in the moment, on his knees with his mouth occupied, heaven right there under his tongue.
After another teasing scrape of teeth, Rui pulled Hendery’s head back sharply, fingers tangled in his hair, forcing him to look up. His neck bent backward as a thin trail of saliva stretched between Hendery’s lips and Rui’s chest.
“No teeth, and I said be quick, Hendery-gege.”
Tongue out, breathing heavy, Hendery nodded. He would agree to anything Rui asked if it meant staying in this position: controlled and beneath him.
Rui tugged sharply at his hair again before letting him go, and Hendery let out a soft whine. With one swift motion, Rui unbuckled his jeans and looked down at Hendery. Without hesitation, Hendery rushed to the other's pant, pulling them down to Rui’s knees, revealing toned thighs and slipping boxers, grey fabric damp with sweat, the outline of Rui’s dick stretching it.
Hendery didn’t wait. He pressed his face to it, too far gone, too hungry for shame, cheeks pressing against the hard shape under the fabric. He could hear Rui’s heavy breaths above him, the ghost of his hand lingering on Hendery’s neck. A frustrated groan escaped Rui, and the fabric was pulled away, Rui tugging his boxers down fully and pressing his dick against Hendery’s lips.
Hendery let it happen, opening his mouth and stretching out his tongue. Rui just slid inside, both hands wrapping around Hendery’s head, pushing and pulling to make him suck harder. It was obscene how sloppy it sounded, saliva dripping from Hendery’s mouth as Rui’s dick slammed against the back of his throat. Salty, warm, sweat and precum mixing on his tongue, the faint musky smell making Hendery’s own dick pulse in his pants.
Rui moaned with every thrust. Hendery kept his teeth out of the way, making sure his mouth worshiped him fully. Each thrust louder than the last, saliva dripping onto the floor. Hendery held Rui tight for stability, and Rui shivered before letting out a heavy, sudden breath, pushing him down to his pubes. Nails dug into his skull as he came inside Hendery’s mouth, the warm, viscous liquid dripping along his tongue and pooling inside him. Hendery didn’t even need to touch himself to feel his own dick leaking inside his pants, endorphins blurring everything, for a moment, there was only bliss.
When he looked up, sweat dripping from his brow, hair framing his face, Rui was holding the table with one hand for support.
“Maybe that was a little too quick,” Rui said, chuckling to himself.
Hendery shook his head in disagreement.
“It was everything I wanted,” he said, pressing his head against Rui’s palm, the taste of him lingering in his mouth.
Through the haze, he still knew he liked being on his knees, servicing Rui, making him moan and groan. It was his place, he loved being handled by him.
“Can I ask for a favor of my own?” he asked, eyes and heart full.
“What do you want, Hendery-gege?” Rui said, crouching down to his level, hand still on his cheek.
Hendery’s heart surged at the nickname, and he found the courage.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?” he blurted out.
A soft smile stretched across Rui’s face.
“Yes. And it’s a promise.”