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Yeosang was having a hard time controlling himself around him. He got caught eye-fucking him once (and only once, as far as he knew), but it only led to a smug smirk from Seonghwa. Seonghwa liked to be chased. If someone wanted him, they had to act on it.
They had a short break, just a week, to rest or do whatever they wanted, no recordings or practices or meetings. Seonghwa took this time to try something out. He put on fake nails.
Yeosang didn't know he'd be attracted to it. He was already attracted to Seonghwa, he thought everyone in the group was cute, and they’ve already been in bed together, so he wasn't worried he wouldn't be able to act on his attraction. But he didn't entirely know why Seonghwa put them on, and it felt weird to intrude by pushing sexuality onto it. Surely Seonghwa didn't put on fake nails so people would think he was hot—he just liked pushing gender boundaries. Yeosang didn't need to sexualize that.
But it was getting to him. The two of them stayed inside more often than not on their break, so Yeosang was able to see them far too often. They were dark red, stiletto in shape (Yeosang looked it up), and they went perfectly with his platinum blond hair. Yeosang couldn't get the image of them running over his skin out of his head. He got goosebumps from picturing it, as if it was really happening. If he was around Seonghwa for too long, he had to hide in his room for a while to calm down.
Seonghwa noticed, of course. The time Yeosang was caught, Seonghwa was making a meal for them and Yunho. It was the day he put the nails on, emerging from his room with a new look. Yeosang had been starstruck, but Yunho was able to ask why. Seonghwa had said he wanted to see how they looked and felt, and that he'd take them off before their next schedule. Yunho didn't care, he was just curious. Yeosang cared. He cared too much. He’d been standing, watching Seonghwa cook, eyes focused on his hands. Even the clumsiness Seonghwa was powering through didn't dilute Yeosang’s infatuation. He wanted them on his body.
Seonghwa had stopped cutting the meat for a few seconds, making Yeosang look up to see what made him pause. They made eye contact. Seonghwa smirked. Yeosang turned and walked away.
It was nearing the end of their break now, and Yeosang wouldn't allow himself to miss the only opportunity he had. But he was awkward. Usually he lets people come to him. If he was needy, he merely texted them. He prompted with either free tonight? or wanna play? and they understood. Yeosang had a feeling that wouldn't be enough for Seonghwa. Seonghwa already knew he wanted him, so Yeosang had to prove himself.
Yeosang attempted on the second to last day of their break.
Seonghwa was in his room, trying to work on his Legos. He didn't realize his nails would get in the way this much. He needed to take them off soon, and before this he didn't want to—now he was debating tearing them all off.
A knock sounded at his door, and he knew by the soft quality of it that it was Yeosang. He called him in.
“What are you doing?” Yeosang asked, stepping up to him. Seonghwa was at his desk.
“Trying not to get mad.” Seonghwa answered. He splayed his hands out in front of him, staring at the offenders.
Yeosang slowly reached to hold his hand, thumb rubbing his knuckles. “I like them.” He said quietly.
Seonghwa was aware. Yeosang would study his hands whenever they were near each other, sometimes even biting his lip. It seemed he wasn't conscious of it.
“I know.” Seonghwa settled on saying.
Yeosang knelt on the floor, moving slowly. He rested his chin on Seonghwa’s thigh. His eyes were sparkly as he looked up at him. Seonghwa’s lips parted in a tiny gasp, then he smiled. Yeosang was a lot better at actions than words, and Seonghwa liked to play with that.
Seonghwa carded his fingers through Yeosang’s hair. “Want something, sweetie?” he asked.
Yeosang bit his lip, avoiding eye contact. He held Seonghwa’s hand again. He played with his fingers, often going up the length of his fingernails, too. Seonghwa wasn't sure why he was captivated by them, and he may even like them more than Seonghwa did himself, but he wasn't complaining. Seonghwa grinned and pet his hair, scratching lightly. Yeosang’s eyes fluttered closed. Seonghwa chuckled.
“Just say it and I'll give it to you.” Seonghwa told him.
It took Yeosang a minute, but he eventually spoke: “I want you to touch me.” He murmured, only looking up when he finished his sentence.
Seonghwa smirked. “Okay, then, baby. Stand up.”
Yeosang did. Seonghwa turned in his chair and pushed Yeosang’s pants and underwear down. Yeosang gasped, seemingly surprised. He wasn't fully hard yet, so Seonghwa held his hips and tasted him, licking his tip with a flick of his tongue, kissing his length as he chubbed up. It was difficult for Yeosang to initiate touches, so his hands were slow as they made their way to Seonghwa’s head. Seonghwa looked up at him as he suckled on his cockhead.
Yeosang’s brow furrowed and his fingers twitched in Seonghwa’s hair. Seonghwa would get him to pull on it soon. He wrapped his hand around Yeosang’s cock, being extra careful with his nails. They weren't dramatically long, supplementing his fingertips by less than a centimeter, but they still came to a point, and even if it was dull, Seonghwa didn't imagine it feeling very good. He pumped Yeosang slowly. Then, carefully, he rubbed his slit with his thumb, smearing around his precum that was already weeping. Yeosang’s breath hitched.
Seonghwa took him in his mouth. Yeosang made loose fists in his hair. Yeosang got even harder inside him, heavy on his tongue and reaching the back of his throat. Seonghwa closed his eyes and got used to the feeling. It was comforting. He pressed closer until he was about to gag, then pulled off to stroke Yeosang’s cock with his spit.
Yeosang’s fist tightened, then he smoothed Seonghwa’s hair down. Seonghwa held this cockhead in his lips while he ran up and down his length, nails ghosting over him, making ever so slight contact. Yeosang shifted in his spot and set free a few sounds he failed at stifling. Seonghwa smirked. He held his hips again and began to blow him in earnest.
As he went on, he inched Yeosang’s clothes down. Once he could, he groped his inner thighs, loving how plush he was. Seonghwa kissed his length and hips and balls and tummy. Yeosang would cycle between gripping Seonghwa’s hair tightly and petting him like he was trying to undo the roughness. Finally, only when Yeosang’s legs were trembling and his pants were around his ankles, did Seonghwa allow them to move on.
He got up without a word and moved to the bed. Yeosang hurried after him, stepping out of his clothes and crawling up onto the bed with Seonghwa. Seonghwa took Yeosang’s shirt off, and then his own. Yeosang looked antsy, eager to do something but not knowing what without instruction. Seonghwa cupped his face to settle him. He kissed him softly.
Yeosang moaned quietly. Seonghwa tried not to smile, but failed, and nipped at Yeosang’s bottom lip before pulling away.
“You want something specific, baby?” Seonghwa asked.
Yeosang shook his head.
“You sure?” Seonghwa pressed. He held Yeosang’s chin with his index finger and thumb, tilting him up and to either side, just to see him.
“Just you.” Yeosang whispered. “That's all I want.”
Seonghwa grinned. He appreciated that, he really did, but Yeosang’s shyness was getting to him. He’d thank him later when he didn't want to pin him down and make him cry. Seonghwa kissed him again, then his cheek, then pressed his lips ever so softly to his birthmark.
Seonghwa laid back. “Then do what you want.” He said, gesturing to himself.
Yeosang took a moment, then straddled Seonghwa’s thighs and leaned down to kiss him. Seonghwa held his waist, lightly dragging his nails over him, making Yeosang breathe a shaky sigh. Yeosang continued down his jaw to his neck. Seonghwa gripped him, his nails digging into his soft skin. They were warm against each other, Yeosang’s lips brushing sensitive skin, Seonghwa pulling him close, their breaths mingling. Seonghwa didn't know how much he needed this.
Yeosang kept going, kissing and sucking on his chest. When he reached his nipple, Seonghwa gasped. He definitely wasn't a stoic dom, and wasn't afraid to moan or even whine. He believed doms and subs served each other; there was no reason to act like he wasn't being pleasured. He grasped Yeosang’s hair as he worked on him. Yeosang would lean into him, arching closer, kissing harder, when Seonghwa pet him, gently scratching his scalp. Seonghwa was thinking about letting his natural nails grow if Yeosang had reactions like this.
Yeosang traveled down his tummy. He pulled Seonghwa’s clothes down to free his cock, then pounced on it, pressing open kisses down his length to his balls. Seonghwa groaned and made a fist in Yeosang’s hair. Yeosang kissed and licked and sucked, worshiping him. Seonghwa was throbbing. And Yeosang knew how he looked, because he would use his big, pretty eyes to glance up at him, batting his eyelashes. Seonghwa held his head with both hands but willed himself not to fuck his face.
His self control waned when Yeosang took him in his mouth. Yeosang arched his back as he bent down to him, sticking his bare ass out. Seonghwa was getting impatient. He told Yeosang he could do what he wanted, though, and he didn't want to ruin the fun he was obviously having. So he ran his fingers through his hair and focused on not cumming yet.
Thankfully, Yeosang got his fill before Seonghwa had to tell him to stop. Yeosang kissed back up his body and whispered against Seonghwa’s lips, “Want it now.”
“Of course, angel. Whatever you want.” Seonghwa said. “Get my lube and condoms from my drawer, will you?”
Yeosang did what he was told. He handed both to Seonghwa. Seonghwa returned the lube. Yeosang didn't move.
“You don't think I'm going to finger you, do you?” Seonghwa questioned. He held up a hand. “Do you want me to finger you?”
Yeosang shook his head, just now realizing. He bit his lip and slowly positioned himself against the pillows. Seonghwa sat in front of him to watch.
Yeosang squeezed lube onto his fingers, but his legs were pressed together. He was still chewing his lip.
He was shy. It was cute.
“Go on. Or do you not want to get fucked?”
Yeosang opened his legs and smeared the lube onto his hole. Seonghwa smirked. He got comfortable. If Yeosang tried to shorten this due to his shyness, Seonghwa wouldn't let him. He needed to be thoroughly prepped, anyway.
Yeosang pushed a finger inside. He widened his legs a few inches, then Seonghwa got impatient and spread him open. Yeosang gasped, but he kept his finger inside, pushing deeper and knitting his brow.
Seonghwa pushed his knees towards his chest. “Don't be shy, baby. You should know how pretty you are by now.”
Yeosang pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. He squeezed in a second finger, and Seonghwa could tell he was pressing up on himself, massaging his prostate. Seonghwa cupped his balls to knead. Yeosang shifted under him, obviously wanting more. With his other hand, Seonghwa trailed a nail from his cockhead to his base. He barely touched him, but Yeosang’s jaw dropped and he let out an airy moan.
“Seonghwa,” Yeosang whispered.
He stopped, so Seonghwa prompted him with a hum. He didn't reply, so Seonghwa sat back. Seonghwa watched without touching. Yeosang was shameless enough to keep going, adding a third finger, fucking himself hard. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and lost himself in the pleasure.
Seonghwa stroked himself. Yeosang started whining. He wanted more, but Seonghwa wouldn't give it until he asked, even if it pained Seonghwa to ignore his desperate whimpers. He wondered if Yeosang got like this when he was alone. Alone, secretive, willing himself to be silent, leaving it a mystery of what exactly he was doing in his room. Or, trying but failing at being silent. Getting himself worked up by just his fingers but needing more than his fingers, just like right now in front of Seonghwa. Maybe every time he accidentally let out a noise, he stopped and held his breath, listening for signs of anybody else in the house. Maybe, on the days he knew he was alone, he let himself be loud.
“Please,”
Seonghwa lunged and grabbed his face for a hard kiss. Yeosang mewled in surprise. He set his hands on Seonghwa’s waist, one of them warm and sticky.
Seonghwa pulled away, leaving Yeosang blinking back stars. Seonghwa laid down and pushed the last of his clothes off, then got the condom that'd been set on the bed. He tore it open and rolled it onto his hard, aching cock. Yeosang threw a leg over him and lined up without a word.
Their jaws dropped in sync as Yeosang sat down on him. Seonghwa gripped his hips, a sentence about needing to let Yeosang go at his own pace on repeat in his mind. Yeosang moaned all the way down, breathy and broken. When he bottomed out, he paused, eyes closed. Seonghwa took a moment to calm down, too. He rubbed Yeosang’s sides. He ran his nails over him, and he knew it'd be ticklish, but didn't expect Yeosang to snatch his wrists with as much energy as he did.
“Sorry. Oh, fuck…” Yeosang breathed, pressing one of Seonghwa’s hands flat to his stomach and bringing the other up to his face, pressing it against his lips, not really kissing, just having him close.
Seonghwa pressed low on his tummy. He wasn't particularly big, but with the size of Yeosang’s waist, earning a belly bulge should be no problem. Yeosang began to grind his hips, and as he opened his mouth to moan, his teeth made contact with Seonghwa’s knuckles. He bit at him, licking, still not fully taking his fingers into his mouth. It was maddening for Seonghwa.
“Say it. Say my name.”
Yeosang mewled and grinded faster. He took in Seonghwa’s thumb, wrapping his lips around it. He gave it a few chews before Seonghwa urged his mouth open, thumb on his tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Seonghwa,” Yeosang groaned. He moved Seonghwa’s hand to kiss and lick his palm. His breathing picked up as he continued to ride.
Seonghwa’s other hand moved to finger his nipple. Yeosang jerked, sensitive, moaning loudly. He leaned his hands behind himself on Seonghwa’s thighs for balance, though he kept Seonghwa’s fingers as he moved, lips again around his thumb. He was chewing more than sucking. Seonghwa wanted to push two fingers deep and test his gag reflex, but decided to hold off on that until he didn't have sharp points for fingernails—not to mention Yeosang wasn't taking his thumb much past the first knuckle. Even with the added obstacle, Yeosang would chase after Seonghwa’s hand when he strayed too far away.
Yeosang’s cock looked so cute bouncing as he rode, Seonghwa wished he could suck him off. He settled for stroking him. Yeosang shuddered. He almost collapsed, but caught himself, hands on either side of Seonghwa’s shoulders. He rolled his hips fast like he was full of energy, even if his half-closed eyes and his mouth hung open like he couldn't close it expressed his tiredness. Seonghwa smiled.
“You're so good at this, baby.” Seonghwa told him. He had to catch his breath before speaking a full sentence. “You should be proud of yourself, Yeosang, fuck.”
Yeosang whimpered. He slid to hide his face in Seonghwa’s shoulder, his movements slowing. Seonghwa pet his hair, biting his lip as he grinned to himself. He just couldn't stop being happy Yeosang was here right now.
“Fuck me, please.” Yeosang whispered.
Seonghwa gently scratched up and down his back. “You're staying right here.” He said.
Yeosang shivered. He placed warm, half-kisses around Seonghwa’s neck and shoulder, his strength declining. Seonghwa wanted to be ridden, though. He liked watching Yeosang fall apart on top of him.
Yeosang’s movements picked back up. Seonghwa knew he could ride until he got them both off; he's done it before. He wasn't just flattering him when he told him he was good at it. Seonghwa wasn't sadistic, though, and went ahead and helped him, holding his hips and thrusting up into him. Yeosang groaned loudly. He bounced so their hips met hard, making both of them moan with each motion.
“Seonghwa, please…” Yeosang whined.
“You’re doing so well, baby, why stop now?” Seonghwa said with a grin. Plus, he was doing most of the work by now. Yeosang was trembling on him.
Seonghwa grabbed his ass, digging his nails in. Yeosang whimpered, now coming to a halt, relying on Seonghwa to fuck him. Seonghwa decided not to comment. He took Yeosang’s hand and set it on his cock. Yeosang pumped himself quickly. He surprised Seonghwa by cumming just a few moments later. Yeosang’s desperate expression, pathetic noises, and cum dripping onto his stomach pushed Seonghwa over the edge. He gripped Yeosang tighter, and he knew it was too tight, but didn't care at the moment. He slammed Yeosang down and kept him there.
Yeosang was breathing heavily, legs shaking. His arms were trembling, too, as he leaned on the bed. Seonghwa made him grind on him, almost like he was a toy, milking his high. Yeosang whimpered.
Finally, Seonghwa let Yeosang go. Yeosang pulled off and collapsed to lay next to him.
How embarrassing. Yeosang rubbed his eyes and covered his face, thinking of everything he did. From the beginning, he was pathetic. Getting on his knees without being told? Sucking on his fingers? Begging to be fucked? How shameless.
“Yeosang,”
Yeosang stayed hidden.
Seonghwa took his hands away, and his eyes widened at his pout. “What's wrong?”
Yeosang intertwined their fingers to hold his hand. “Sorry I'm a lot.” He mumbled.
“Hey, now why would you say that?” Seonghwa demanded, shuffling closer. He brushed the hair out of Yeosang’s face. “Honestly, you could've done more. I love when you're desperate. I love when you beg. I love when you want me.”
Yeosang bit his lip, trying not to smile. He loved wanting Seonghwa. Seonghwa noticed and kissed him softly.
“Don't be sorry for wanting.” Seonghwa murmured, hand sliding down his body, stopping to cup his ass.
Yeosang set his hand on his and pressed him closer. Seonghwa kissed him harder.
“Don't take them off.” Yeosang whispered.
Seonghwa smiled. “I need to at some point.”
Yeosang frowned.
“I guess we should make the most of it now, shouldn't we?” Seonghwa purred, hand traveling to cup Yeosang’s soft cock.
Yeosang gasped. He pushed closer and kissed him hard. Sometimes it was worth it to be embarrassing.