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"Come on, guys," said Yeonjun, as he rolled his eyes and opened the bottles of soju. "I'm twenty six and—as much as I hate to say this—I'm basically pushing thirty, guys. Why are we still playing drinking games like we're twenty one?" He cracked open some bottles of beers as well to mix with the soju. He chuckled and handed some of the bottles to the other members surrounding the circular table of their dining room.
"It counts as a team bonding occasion, Yeonjun hyung," replied Beomgyu. He huffed and flipped the meat in the middle of table. "It's just how it is. Why would age matter?" He snorted.
"And it's not like we got something better to do, hyung," chimed in Kai as he brought a tray of more meat and mushrooms to the table from the kitchen. He pulled a seat beside Taehyun and mixed some beer and soju in a pitcher. "I'd rather play stupid games than talk about work. This is, like, one of the only times we actually hang out with each other out of the context of work nowadays."
Soobin pulled a seat between Beomgyu and Yeonjun. "Speaking of which, I think we can push a break by this weekend up to next Wednesday?" He scrolled on the calendar in his phone. "I've discussed this with the protocol team and the upper management. They said it'll be good for us to rest a bit before proceeding to our back-to-back tour and shoots schedule." He smiled and put the phone down as he helped Beomgyu to flip the meat.
"Oh, we should totally go on a little trip together!" Taehyun smiled as he mixed up some sauce to brush on the meat. "It's been a long time since we've done that and judging from the amount of time that is totally not enough to go on a vacation with our other friends but also too long to just stay in the dorms and do nothing, I think it'd be nice for us to wind out a bit, you know." He sat back down after handing the bowl of sauces to Beomgyu. "My friend got this amazing villa at Jinhae and we should totally look for the cherry blossoms there!" His eyes widened with excitement.
Yeonjun huffed. "Well, I was thinking of going to Jinhae, so why not? If your friend would allow us, I think it's great for me," he said as he looked at Soobin, seeking for some sort of support.
Soobin shrugged. "If everybody agrees, we should do it," he muttered as he looked at Yeonjun, trying to contain himself from wheezing at how adorable Yeonjun looked as his pupils were dilated. Before he could blush like a fool, he shifted his gaze at Taehyun. "Can you help arrange the accommodations there, Tyun-ah? I think for the cars, we can just use mine and Kai's."
"Why mine?" Kai lifted his eyebrows after munching some of the grilled meat.
"Because he wants to drive Yeonjun hyung around," whispered Beomgyu while chuckling.
Soobin only elbowed Beomgyu. "Let him be the passenger princess for once, dude."
"The only princess he is if he's your passenger will be Princess Diana, Soobin hyung," replied Taehyun, feigning nonchalance.
Yeonjun choked on his drink and coughed. He cackled loud. "Thanks for the heads up, Tyun."
"Well, I don't think you'd have a head anymore if you keep laughing, Yeonjun hyung," scoffed Soobin as he glared at the eldest. "Okay, let's just move on and play a game." He clapped and smiled, trying to regain some kind of respect from the members who totally respected him a lot. "What are we playing? Truth or dare?"
Beomgyu stood up and started dancing like the maniac he was while humming Tyla's Truth or Dare. He immediately sat down when no one laughed but looked at him dead serious in the eyes, unless the little huff and cheer from Kai counted. "Okay, let's play truth or dare," he uttered shyly.
"Alright, I'll spin the bottle," volunteered Taehyun as he picked an empty bottle and spun it in the middle of the table that was already cleared earlier. The bottle turned for a couple rounds until it stopped. The bottle's mouth landed on Beomgyu. "Okay, Beomgyu hyung, truth or dare?"
Beomgyu bit his lips for a while and thought to himself. "Dare."
"Okay, I got a good one," chimed in Yeonjun. "I dare you to call Yunjin right now and ask her if you could borrow her skirt." The challenge earned a round of applause from Soobin and Kai, especially the youngest who was chortling breathlessly. He tilted his head a bit and his smirk only highlighted the glint of mockery in his eyes.
"Oh come on!"
"It's just Yunjin noona," commented Taehyun as he took the chopsticks to flip the meat since Beomgyu was occupied. "How bad could it possibly be?" He blinked obliviously.
Beomgyu groaned and took his phone, caving in immediately. He searched for Yunjin's number as he glared at Yeonjun who was grinning like a menace and Soobin who was recording the whole thing. He called and the ringtone barely lasted ten seconds before it was picked up. "Uh, hi, Yunjin," he said awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head that was not itchy at all actually. He pressed the loudspeaker mode and put the phone on the table.
"Yeah, Beomgyu, what's up?"
"I'm good. I'm good," reassured Beomgyu. He gulped. "I just need to ask you a favor.. I guess? Kind of?"
"Yeah, sure. What do you need?"
"Uhm," hesitated Beomgyu. "Can I borrow your skirt?"
"Like, right now? Oh, you nasty freak. Are you going to use that to try and seduce poor Taehyunnie and Kai?"
Everyone in the room gasped and pursed their lips, all for different reasons.
"You know what, never mind! I- I- I don't need the skirt anymore!" Beomgyu panicked and fumbled his phone on his hand. "Good night, Yunjin!"
"Interesting response," mumbled Yeonjun as he chewed his meat, pretending to ignore that Beomgyu was flustered like the shades of the gochujang in front of him. "Definitely did not think that she'd know about that."
"Oh, shut up."
Yeonjun chuckled.
Taehyun and Kai were dead silent as they drank whole glasses of beer-soju concoctions.
Soobin snorted. "Next victim," he shouted.
Taehyun's hand trembled in shame as he spun the bottle once again. It took some time until it finally halted. The bottle's mouth landed on Soobin. He looked at Soobin intently. "Okay, Soobin hyung, truth or dare?" He asked timidly.
Soobin sipped some of his drink, smile faltering as he knew he was the next victim. He felt everyone's stares at him and suddenly felt a little jittery, in spite of the stares coming from his friends he'd known for such a long time. "Truth...? I guess?" He was unsure. Whatever choice he made would land him a deadly challenge anyways.
"Alright," announced Beomgyu as he snapped his fingers and a wide grimace grew on his face. He looked at Soobin and Yeonjun at once, creating pits in their stomachs. "Soobin hyung, what's your body count and with whom you've hooked up with and when?"
"Oh, so suddenly, you're interested in my romantic and sexual life," answered Soobin. He raised his eyebrows at the grimacing clown beside him. "You're so amusing, aren't you?"
Beomgyu wriggled his brows.
Yeonjun felt a little uneasy in his stomach, not knowing why. His friend Soobin's a healthy man in his twenties, so it's only normal, right? Therefore, he kept silent and just puffed his mouth with meat and chewed, completely unaware of a certain someone's stare at him. He did not look at Soobin as he downed his huge pint of drink.
"Three, all by mistake of being drunk." Soobin huffed. "I've never been in an actual relationship because of the tight schedule and a little bit of commitment issues back then, but I guess now I'm just not interested with anyone."
"With whom?" Kai pressed on, suddenly curious too.
"Lost it to Changmin hyung right before debut because we were both stupid and young," explained Soobin, his eyes still somewhat trained towards Yeonjun, before shifting back to the others. "With a makeup artist noona back during 'Loser Lover' era, after the company dinner thing. And with Jihoon some time after 'Deja Vu'." He tried to place it as nonchalantly as possible, but there was a strangely thick tension that was so impossible to ignore in the air somehow.
"Wait." Taehyun furrowed his eyebrows. "So, you two have never fucked in our seven years of career?" He pointed at Soobin and Yeonjun. "You both aren't convincing for strictly professional partners."
"What?!" Yeonjun almost choked on his drink again. His eyes bulged out at how he looked at Taehyun with so much pressure. "What makes you think we've fucked?"
"I don't know? The obvious mutual pining you both got on?" Beomgyu took some of the meat off the grill and shoved it into his mouth. "But, hypothetically speaking, would you fuck Yeonjun hyung?" He asked Soobin, murmuring.
"Oh god, we've never fucked and to think there's a possibility in itself-"
"Yes, absolutely," answered Soobin, interrupting Yeonjun's spiral. "If he gives me the chance, I totally would." He didn't look at Yeonjun while he dived in his meal. "I mean he's an attractive, healthy man, and it's not completely off the table since we both are in a close proximity, but it's only if he's interested in me." The alcohol surely had induced the truth out easily of him, unwavering.
Yeonjun could feel some kind of stab inside him. His eyes shot glares at Soobin, not knowing why he was so tensed at how Soobin answered Beomgyu's unwanted question. Yet then he couldn't quite say anything afterwards.
"What about the 'old married couple' thing-"
"Alright, let's move on, now, shall we?" Kai smiled as he stood up and volunteered to spin the bottle to ease the sudden tension, taking the spotlight away from Taehyun who spoke again.
The game continued pass midnight. The stove had been off for a couple hours. There were bottles everywhere and the members were blabbering nonsense. Taehyun excused himself first with Kai, since they were both lightheaded. Beomgyu then limped to his bedroom as well, after finally waking himself up from the pass out on the dining table. Only Yeonjun was left with Soobin, and he seemed entirely unaware of his own existence.
"Hyung," called out Soobin, gently, even though his speech was quite slurred. "Are you not going to sleep as well?"
But Yeonjun was unresponsive. Instead, he buried his face in his arms on the table. "I'll just sleep here first. Can't walk." It didn't take long for snores to start coming out of his lips.
Soobin sighed. Even though he was practically out of it too, he simply couldn't leave Yeonjun alone. He could be mean if he wanted to, but then again he was weak for Yeonjun. "Come on, let's get you to bed, gramps," mumbled Soobin as he slowly helped to lift Yeonjun. He carried the man bridal style, knowing he had been knocked out anyways. "Your liver isn't as strong as it was nine years ago, huh?" He scoffed.
Yeonjun unconsciously nuzzled on Soobin's neck comfortably. He slung his arms and grinned, even though his eyes were shut and his cheeks were flushed from the intoxication. "It isn't but I have my Binnie to take me to bed anyways," he answered and giggled.
Soobin tried to not say anything stupid, so he decided to not mention the fact that his heart was pounding hard. Instead, he walked over Yeonjun's room and opened the door, even though he struggled a bit, and let the auto-lock system work its own wonders as he went to lay Yeonjun on his mattress. "So will I have to carry you to bed every time you're drunk?"
Yeonjun nodded as he smiled sheepishly. "Although I'm not drunk at all right now!" He had a little hiccup escaping his throat. He snuggled himself and pulled his own blanket to cover him up. His hand found Soobin's wrist. "I'm sober as a rock."
"That's not even a thing, Jun," scoffed Soobin, dropping all formalities as soon as all the members were gone in hindsight. "Okay, then tell me what's two plus two?" Soobin raised both of his hands.
"Heart," answered Yeonjun confidently as he molded Soobin's fingers into a heart shape. He chuckled.
Soobin sighed, pretending he wasn't blushing in the dim light, blaming the alcohol for the red tinge on his face. "You're absolutely drunk, Junnie baby," he said. "Go to sleep, okay?" He stood up and pulled Yeonjun's nightstand's drawer. "But take these first," he said as he handed Yeonjun a couple hangover prevention pills and a bottle of water.
"Thank you, Binnie baby," softly Yeonjun spoke. He drank the pills up and snuggled himself back to sleep.
"Alright, good night-" Soobin paused as his wrist were gripped once again by Yeonjun. "Yeonjun?"
Yeonjun gazed at Soobin. Even in the midst of the dark, his eyes still sparkled with hope and they seemed utterly ethereal and inherently beautiful. "Can you stay tonight, Binnie?" Drunk Yeonjun had always been cuddly and all mushy. But perhaps he had gone severely overboard that night to a point where he was too tender. The fact that he was acting so cutesy was only enhanced by Soobin's presence, whom he felt most safe with, but would never admit out loud. "Pretty please?" He blinked, eyelashes fluttering under the stream of moonlight from the window. He definitely was drunk.
Then again, Soobin was one pathetic man for Yeonjun. His heart seemed to had been made by some fragile glass, and would shatter just by a single touch of Yeonjun. He sighed. "Okay," he agreed. He complied and placed himself beside Yeonjun. He knew Yeonjun smelled of barbecue and reeked of alcohol, but he let the elder man hug him anyways. He found his hand absentmindedly lingering around Yeonjun's nape, fiddling around with elder man's strands. The intimacy wasn't something new, but it had been so long gone that Soobin had forgotten how wonderful it was to be embraced like so. "Good night, Yeonjunnie."
The elder man shuffled closer and pressed his body against Soobin's, completely enveloping himself in Soobin's warmth. "Good night, Soobinnie," he replied. Surely enough, he placed a gentle kiss on Soobin's forehead, before continuing to sleep. "Love you," he muttered under his breath.
Sure, Yeonjun's friendly affections knew no boundaries, but gentle kisses had been so long forgotten and Soobin felt himself dumbfounded. He tried to swallow all of his worries, brush it off under the rug and play it off as Yeonjun was drunk and didn't know what he was doing. Yet even then, he felt a knot tying his organs, and he wanted to punch his own guts already. "Love you too," he whispered at the snoring man beside him, half hoping half afraid Yeonjun could hear it. Perhaps he hoped Yeonjun heard it, but was afraid he would then know his heart too far.
Soobin forced himself to sleep anyways.
But when Soobin stirred awake at dawn, a pair of eyes were looking at him fondly. He stifled his breath when he realized the fingers that were threading his hair wasn't his but Yeonjun's, so gently he could almost feel the tenderness of Yeonjun's state. They'd seen each other naked countless times when they used to shower together, but strangely enough Soobin felt more vulnerable then, like he was laid bare and open for Yeonjun to read. "Good morning," he croaked, confused.
"Would you really fuck me if I asked you to?"
Soobin swore his breath was stuck hitching on his throat. "I- I," he stammered. "Yes." He could never lie to Yeonjun apparently. Even after almost a decade of knowing the man, he still found himself too feeble to say a word that is not truthful to Yeonjun.
"Then-" He stopped fiddling with Soobin's hair. Yeonjun's fingers traced Soobin's jawline, then his thumb came to an abrupt stop on his chin. "-how come have you never asked me to?" He gulped. "And to think that you think I'm not interested at you, Soobin." Yeonjun bit his lips.
The touch that Yeonjun left on Soobin's face was so light like a feather, but somehow the warmth seeped through his skin and spread all over him. Soobin felt like a rock on the beach, washed away by a tidal wave so strong and so clear, he crumbled apart. "I just don't think it's a good idea, Jun. That's why I wanted you to ask me first instead of me making the clear first moves," he replied, unsure. He couldn't trust himself to bring forth the truth in him, but he couldn't just run away. Not when Yeonjun's gaze caged him with such intensity. "We're in a same group and all that-" He gulped. "If you reject me, I'm doomed because I don't know how to handle your rejection. We're all doomed. I don't want to ruin our career, especially your career, that we had built from scratch for years and you've dreamed for and worked so hard for, Yeonjun."
There was a slight pause. Then, "Soobin, I'd give up the world for you if you'd ask me. Is it not the same for you?"
"It is," mumbled Soobin, frail. His fingers trembled as they reached Yeonjun's cheeks, feeling how warm they were as he caressed them softly with his thumb. "But it's still unfair to ask you so. It's selfish. I'm already greedy as I know how I want you so much, let alone ask you to hook up with me casually." He gulped.
Yeonjun still gazed deep into Soobin, as if seeking something from the younger man's gaze.
"I could do it casually with others, although it really takes pints of beers and bottles of wine, so I could cave in," added Soobin. "But I could never do that to you-"
"It doesn't have to be casual." Yeonjun's voice was so silent. "Attach yourself to me and never leave me, Soobin. Do it if you want it." He smiled as he held Soobin's wrist. "Let go," he whispered. "I love you."
And with that Soobin learned to uncuff himself of his own grounds as his hands gripped Yeonjun's face and his lips crashed into Yeonjun's. He let his lips brush, soft to touch, feather light against Yeonjun's. When he dived in, he pressed himself closer and closer to Yeonjun, until there was no gap between them anymore. He felt breathless, like the air in his lungs had all been stolen away from him, but it was freeing when he's at Yeonjun's mercy. He wanted to shut his eyes to drown in the moment, but he couldn't miss the face of the man he'd desired for so long reciprocating his kiss, so he stayed awake.
Yeonjun stumbled a little when he moved so then he was sitting on top of Soobin. The way he motioned was languid, and heavier, creating a space for Soobin to crawl in, to explore. He opened himself to something new, as he heaved and had Soobin drive into him deeper and deeper. No more testing the shallow waters. Yeonjun held Soobin's shoulders like they were anchors.
Soobin's hands gripped Yeonjun's waist in place, grasping it tight through the thick fabric of his sweater. But then he decided to let them travel upon Yeonjun's back, marveling of the smoothness of his skin, tracing every mole of his birth mark and the soft fine hair across the area. He never felt so pleasured his entire life. And even when he could still taste the hint of the bitterness of the alcohol, he continued to kiss Yeonjun, still with his hands feeling the expanse of Yeonjun's back under the sweater.
With a little more bravery, Yeonjun pressed his body down Soobin's crotch.
"Yeonjun," groaned Soobin into the kiss. He was already semi-hard because he had been cuddling Yeonjun, but with Yeonjun courageously pinning his own weigh down Soobin, fabric covered rim teasing Soobin's bulge, he felt himself getting harder. "You want to do this now?"
Yeonjun finally let go as he sat up and unclothed himself, throwing his sweater to the ground so Soobin could stare at his built torso. "You think I'd just settle for making out with you?" He scoffed. "I've been having wet dreams of your dick inside me for so long and you've deprived me of the experience for far longer, so no way I'm letting go this moment without you fucking me right now." He helped Soobin take off his own shirt, and threw it to the ground. His hands stayed on Soobin's chest as he leaned down and whispered in Soobin's ears, "Love me properly, Soobin. I'm hungry, so fill me up."
A huge grin bloomed on Soobin's face. He helped Yeonjun grind on his clothed lower half as he gripped Yeonjun's hips and moved them upon him. "I will, Yeonjun," he replied. "You'll get whatever you've been dreaming of and craving for today, my pretty princess." He grunted when Yeonjun dragged particularly delicately, so that all of his throbbing member felt Yeonjun's movements.
Yeonjun's ears perked up at the term of endearment. He usually liked being called pretty by anyone, but from Soobin, it had always been different. Especially then when Soobin called him his pretty princess, Yeonjun could feel himself melting away. "Fuck." He grew incredibly impatient when he pulled off Soobin's pants, his tongue delved to lick Soobin's dick—just to tease the younger man—through the boxer's fabric and he was overjoyed when he heard Soobin whimpering helplessly. His fingers trailed on the sensitive erection, as he grinned wildly. "Oh, you like that, huh?" He chuckled as he sat up to pull down his own shorts as well.
Soobin felt dizzier than he was when he was drunk the night prior. When Yeonjun continued to pepper kisses along his slightly clothed length, he could feel himself almost leaking. When Yeonjun's naughty, curious, hands caught his nipples and played with them, before grasping and cupping and squeezing his chest, Soobin arched his back from the pleasure. For Soobin, whose experience was not much at all and were all done drunk and dipped after ten minutes of the deed, having Yeonjun prolonging their game was inherently exciting. It was even more gratifying when Yeonjun gave him a little lap dance, with his ass covered by a little underwear only. His hands held tight Yeonjun's dainty waist, thumbs stretched to brush over his nipples and his flat stomach. "Hmmh, Yeonjun.." He couldn't take more of the tease. He needed to be fully indulged. "Please," he begged. "Just let me fuck you already."
"Patience is virtue, darling," coaxed Yeonjun with a huge smirk painted on his lips. "But then again, I don't think patience exist when I need your cock inside me." He chuckled as he pulled off Soobin's boxers to reveal a fully hardened cock. Sure, he'd seen it countless times before, but he never realized how huge it was. Yeonjun never noticed the almost forearm length with immense girth and veins lining up to the tip. And then it was flushed angrily towards Yeonjun and Yeonjun felt the need for him to take it all grew even bigger in him. "Oh, shit."
"Yeonjun, please ride me already-" Soobin threw his head back when Yeonjun, instead of seeking for lube, decided to lube Soobin's length up himself by spitting on it and letting his mouth engulf it whole. All of his sex experience before died when Yeonjun's warm and wet mouth enveloped him fully, suction sending him to heaven as Yeonjun hollowed his cheeks out. He had never really been given blow jobs before, since he always did it under the influence, and never sought any when he's sober, because he knew he couldn't be turned on unless it's Yeonjun seducing him. "Hmmph, god- Yeonjun- what-" Soobin's fingers found their way between Yeonjun's hair, instinctively guiding Yeonjun's head to bob up and down his cock. He panted as Yeonjun cruelly sucked him in, playing around with his tongue grazing along the veins, while his eyes still admired the beauty that was Yeonjun halfway choking on his dick.
Another sharp breath intake for Yeonjun when he gasped for air as he tasted Soobin's cock. He wasn't exactly the most experienced one, since his body count was not so far from Soobin's and the amount of head he had ever given could be counted using his fingers, especially not with such thickness and length, with Soobin's whole girth taking all the space in his mouth and his tip basically dragging across the entrance to his throat even when he had not reached Soobin's base just yet. And he knew just no amount of experience would be able to help with that size of cock anyways. One last swipe of his tongue on the sensitive part of Soobin's vein was the one that made Soobin finally started leaking. He smiled and let go with a loud pop. "I don't think we need lube, if I wet you enough, right?" He smeared the leak along with his spit unto Soobin's base, playing around with his hands. "Besides, my cunt is gushing wet already for you."
Technically, Soobin knew that Yeonjun was a man and that he had no organ to produce his own slick. Additionally, Soobin hated filthy talks because they gross him up, especially when a guy is being feminized because he think it's a tad bit misogynistic. But somehow, when Yeonjun said it, Soobin only became hornier. Perhaps, Soobin had lost all of his sanity. "Hmmh.." He could only whimper and nod when Yeonjun kept on using his hands to warm his cock, delicate digits wrapping around his dick gracefully. And somehow, he doubled down, when he murmured, "Okay, let me- let me feel it then." His hands pulled Yeonjun's boxer down, freeing the elder man's firm member, as he wasted no time to suck his own finger and enter Yeonjun's rim. "Is it really squelching wet for me, noona?"
"Fuck, yes!" Yeonjun moaned out when Soobin's fingers were inserted into his unprepared hole. He could feel his dick twitching even more as it brushed Soobin's, while his nails dug crescent moons on Soobin's collarbones when he slumped down. There was something about the way Soobin was stretching him open, with his calloused digits that were twice bigger than his own, that made him feel so good. "Soobin-"
"Spit on my hand like a good girl, noona," demanded Soobin, ever so tenderly, when he paused on fingering Yeonjun. "Help ease your little pussy's work." Soobin was definitely enticed under the sex haze. He smiled when Yeonjun spat on his fingers and he entered Yeonjun once again using his fingers, causing the elder man to arch his back from the pleasure. "Is it alright, baby?"
Yeonjun nodded hastily.
"Then, kiss me, baby." Kiss me until I forget my own name. Kiss me until time ends and earth stop existing. Kiss me so when I'm buried six feet underground, all the worms and maggots could taste would be you. "Ease the pain away, Yeonjun."
Yeonjun complied when he kissed Soobin, that time with thirst and outpouring passion. He no longer cared about little romantic, soft kisses that were barely there. He wanted to devour Soobin completely and so he did. With each more digit Soobin entered, Yeonjun could feel his legs trembling and the shake had traveled unto his lips. "S-Soobinnie~" He whined. "I want to ride you- fuck!" He gasped and shut his eyes when Soobin entered with his whole hand to open him up. He gripped Soobin's shoulders even tighter when Soobin's longest fingers reached his sensitive spot. "Ngh~" He was so helpless he started leaking himself too.
When Soobin finally let go of his hand inside Yeonjun, he used his hands to guide Yeonjun's hips. "Wait, condoms?"
Yeonjun shook his head, hushed. "No, please I need all of you." He was a mess, quite disheveled hair and flushed, but his adamance was clear like the day.
"Yeonjun, I trust that you're clean, but-"
"Soobin, please," begged Yeonjun. "I trust you too."
"Yeonjun, I cannot risk harming you."
"And I cannot waste another second without having you in me."
"Yeonjunnie, please."
Still, Yeonjun shook his head.
So, Soobin surrendered easily, like he always did for Yeonjun anyways. "Okay, but-"
Yeonjun hushed Soobin. "Just do it, Soobinnie."
Soobin sighed. "Lower yourself carefully, baby," he said, almost a husky growl, because his morning voice was being hoarsed out by the fact that Yeonjun was about to be filled by his own dick. He found the pleasure immeasurable when Yeonjun's entrance teased his tip, although a tinge of fear that he might break Yeonjun bothered him a little.
"Hng~ y-yeah, okay," stuttered Yeonjun. He used all his force and might as he pressed himself onto Soobin, thrusting down the insanely large member into him. Yeonjun panted, significantly getting more and more breathless while he moaned, as he sank down further, his smooth and flat stomach beginning to bulge out the more he lowered himself. When he finally plunged and bottomed out, he wanted to cry, as Soobin inside him created a protruding bulge in him, so prominent, as if he was halfway pregnant—though he wouldn't mind carrying Soobin's children he had the organs to because he's just down bad like that. "Fuck Soobin- You're so huge," he managed to let out. "I don't think I can- I don't think I can walk after this."
"I'll carry you throughout the break, then, princess," answered Soobin, as he huffed. "Shit, noona, you're so tight." His breath hitched again. "You're going to drive me insane."
"I- I don't think I have enough energy to ride you," said Yeonjun suddenly as he slumped down Soobin's body. He was sweaty and overstimulated, but his energy was at an all time low since hadn't had breakfast yet and the effects of last night's irresponsible drinking was starting to take over him again. "Fuck me. Just- just fuck me."
Soobin nodded and took the request as an order. So, with the remnants of his power, he flipped Yeonjun so Yeonjun was the one lying on the bed. His hands gripped Yeonjun's waist, thumbs hovering over the bulging belly as he grinned. "I'll move now. Tell me if it's too much or too harsh and we can stop anytime you want." Soobin was genuine like that. Pleasure could be anything Yeonjun would be happy with, for Soobin.
Yeonjun nodded. "Kiss me," he asked Soobin. He closed his eyes when Soobin's safe hands cupped his face and his lips reached his.
With vigor, Soobin pumped into Yeonjun, slamming his hole body. He could hear the bed's legs creaking under him and the slapping noises of their sweat glistened skin. Still then, he kissed Yeonjun while he slid himself in and out, a bit roughly, feeling every drag of skin in Yeonjun's pulsating walls, especially since they weren't using actual lube and had no condoms either. It didn't take him so long for the feeling that his orgasm was nearing, as the scorching hot and tight feeling knotted his lower stomach.
Underneath Soobin, Yeonjun too was lost in the clouds. With Soobin practically destroying his ass, he could barely feel his limbs working, but the stimulations were overwhelming him in such a wonderful way that he wished for Soobin to be able to unravel him like so for the rest of his days and for the rest of his life. He was losing control of himself, as the rhythm set by Soobin got quicker, yet still deeply buried in him. "Mmfghh~ Soobinnie~" He whined and whined. He wanted more and more of it, to last longer, but he felt himself unable to hold himself back from exploding anymore. "Soobinnie, ah~"
"It's okay, baby," hushed Soobin. It came out so naturally, like it was his instinct, when he didn't know why he even said it. He enjoyed the way he imprinted himself in Yeonjun, chasing his high with a faster pace. The tingling sensations that Yeonjun gave him was simply unbearable, as goosebumps were created all over his skin, while he felt his cock clamped by Yeonjun's hungry, clenching hole. "Let me- let me fill you with my babies. Let me take care of you." It's apparent still, amidst of his oddest kinks, he thoroughly cared for Yeonjun. His hands reached for Yeonjun's cock, rubbing it so to help Yeonjun out.
"Breed me— oh yes, please!" Yeonjun was out of it entirely. He didn't know what string of curses left his lips when Soobin's cock was drilling inside of him and Soobin's hands were jerking him off. He was a jumbled mess of alphabet soup and Soobin's name was the only thing engraved in his mind. "Load me with your cum, oppa," he blurted out.
And with that, the last of Soobin's restrain was gone. With a long groan, his cock throbbed angrily and he came, thick spurts of semen filling up Yeonjun up to the brim and overflowing. He could feel the warm liquid pouring out of Yeonjun's ass as well, the stickiness staining the sheets slowly.
Yeonjun too came with Soobin's name on his tongue. His cum shot on Soobin's stomach and his chest. And when it was twitching less, it spurted one last leak onto his own stomach.
Soobin laid down beside Yeonjun when he finally could lift himself up when his cock was no longer hard inside Yeonjun, sliding away by the help of the insane amount of cum he produced. "Wow, you'd be pregnant right now if you had a womb, Junnie." He chuckled, earning an elbow from Yeonjun.
"Shut up, Binnie." Yeonjun rolled his eyes. "Oh, you're so insufferable."
"I am?" Soobin pointed at himself. "Oppa?"
"Fuck you." Yeonjun snorted. "Like you're any better, noona."
Soobin panted as he chuckled again.
They both laid as they stared at the ceiling for a while. For once, the silence was not unbearable, but peaceful. There was a kind of serenity when the sun rose completely, its stream of orange light streaks filling up the room.
Soobin raised his arms and played with the shadows on the wall. His hands made bunny. He smiled. "Hop hop," he mumbled, out of nowhere. His smile faltered when a shadow of a crocodile ate his bunny's shadow. "You're no fun."
Yeonjun huffed. "Soobin, you're twenty five. That's halfway fifty."
"And? Can I not play bunnies anymore? Is that against the law?"
Yeonjun rolled on to kiss Soobin. It didn't matter if they were both gross and sticky from all the body oil and sweat and discharge. He loved Soobin and that's all that mattered to him at all. When he straddled on Soobin's lap, settling himself to plant a kiss on Soobin's lips, he grinned again. "So, is this casual?" He asked as he traced the constellation of stars that were Soobin's little moles on his chest.
"I told you I can't be when it comes to you, Yeonjun," calmly Soobin answered. "So, I need to ask you this, Yeonjun: can we be boyfriends?"
"Depends," teased Yeonjun. "If you're willing to enlist with me in the military together and stick around then and for the rest of our lives, then yes." He snorted.
"Deal." Soobin pouted his lips to kiss Yeonjun again. He tucked Yeonjun's stray hair behind his ear. "I'm so glad I know you, Yeonjun."
"Me too." Meet me too in my other lifetimes, in all other parallel universes. Meet me and love me too between the blurring lines of death and life. "I love you, Choi Soobin. I love you a lot."
"I love you too a lot, Choi Yeonjun," mirrored Soobin. "You don't want to know how long I've wanted to court you."
Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows. "How long, Soobin?" He squinted his eyes. "How long?" He pressed on.
"You first."
"No, you first," insisted Yeonjun, petulant like a child.
Soobin huffed. "I think I sort of had a crush on you since the first time we met but I realized I've been in love with you since debut and the first time I thought you were hot was during 'Run Away' but I confided in my hands-"
"Then, why'd you never ask me?!" Yeonjun groaned in frustration. "I can't believe you, Choi Soobin. You've fucked other people twice since the first time you thought I was hot, instead of asking me!"
"Well, if you're any better, tell me since when did you like me, Yeonjun?"
The question made Yeonjun silent. He pursed his lips. He could feel blush creeping up his cheeks from shame, so he plopped himself back beside Soobin and buried his face in his pillow.
"Come on, don't hide from me, baby," teased Soobin as he pulled Yeonjun back to face him. "Since when?"
Yeonjun gulped. "I've liked you since debut, but I found you so sexy during 'Loser Lover'... so I became so annoyed that I could barely face you without getting all flustered and worked up," he confessed. "I started fingering myself after that while imagining you and every time I try to hook up with someone, it always ends up with me accidentally moaning your name during the make out sessions so I always came home disappointed and had to masturbate." He sighed. "I'm stupid too, I guess."
"Yeah, you should've asked." Soobin huffed when Yeonjun slapped his arm. "What? I'm only agreeing with you?"
"Jerk."
Soobin chuckled. He tugged Yeonjun closer to his chest, letting their beating hearts sync their pace. He pressed a gentle kiss on Yeonjun's forehead. He loved Yeonjun he couldn't think of a time where he existed without loving Yeonjun. "And you're stuck with me, Yeonjun."
"Thank god I am," replied Yeonjun. He smiled.
There were grumbling noises all in a sudden from outside the room.
"I told you they're fucking!" That's unmistakably Taehyun.
"It could be mice in Yeonjun hyung's room!" That's undoubtedly Kai.
"What kind of mice moan? Anyways, I don't care, I just hope they're not naked." And that's Beomgyu. "And cut! That's enough sexy time for you two lovebirds, because we have to prepare for the trip-" Beomgyu covered his eyes using his hands once he barged in the room. "Argh, my innocent eyes!"