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"Chubs." Soobin nudged his boyfriend who was typing furiously on his laptop. He almost laughed at how serious Yeonjun looked while writing his essay on the topic he kept on complaining for being outrageously nonsensical to him. "I'm going to a pre-Halloween party tonight with Kai. He needs someone to drive him home." He tilted his head a little. "And I guess he needs someone to accompany his downwards spiral as he decide on if he should hit on his crush or not."
Yeonjun loudly clicked 'Enter' to finish his essay. He exhaled loudly, as if relieved that he finally caught his breath after being unbelievably tensed for absolutely no reason for the last couple hours. He looked up as he stretched his arms outwards, muscles cramping from hours of sitting on that uncomfortable seat in the library. "Okay," he replied abruptly. "I probably won't go though. I need to finish these stupid assignments." He paused momentarily. "Though I might join if I'm done with what's due this week and I'm not too tired." He shrugged.
In spite of public's assumptions, Yeonjun was the more seriously academically driven one between the two. He was less of a party guy, even when he always went all out whenever he went to the clubs or people's general college parties. Though from the outside, Yeonjun might seem like the typical bad boy who pierced his ears and colored his hair crazy colors and were always dressed in experimental fashion, but he's usually the one to nag Soobin to stay home more.
On the other side, Soobin was the complete opposite. He loved going to parties, even when he always ended in the sidelines, just casually downing cups of cheap beer while he watched people sweat themselves on the dance floor or bet on stupid games under the influence. He liked how the loud music drowned his thoughts, although his partying hours always resulted on him submitting his projects later than he's supposed to, if not reminded by Yeonjun. Apparently, his earth tone cardigans and sweatshirts were fooling everyone.
"Honestly, I don't get why people say junior year is the best, when you can barely breathe between assignments," complained Yeonjun as he closed his laptop shut. "I dread existing every day." He groaned as he stuffed his laptop into his bag.
Soobin only huffed. He stood up and helped Yeonjun collect his stuff, before they walked out the library. "I mean, that's what parties are for? To relieve your stress?" He enveloped his hand on Yeonjun's as they walked side by side on the park.
Yeonjun shrugged. "I guess."
The younger of the two only smiled. As they picked a seat on the fountain, he let Yeonjun rest his head on his shoulder. "But you really do need a rest," he continued. "So, just stay home if you want to. You don't need to go out if you don't feel like it." He fitted his fingers between the gaps of Yeonjun's fingers as he pressed a gentle chaste kiss on the top of Yeonjun's head. "Although, you can just text me if you do change your mind or anything," added Soobin, "unless you want to go on your own which is totally fine by me." He smiled.
Communication is a key to a healthy relationship after all, right? They needed to discuss if there's things they needed to do, so to leave no room for misunderstandings and arguments.
"Right, I guess I just need some time alone to reflect," replied Yeonjun as he sighed.
"Sure, anything you need, chubs."
Yeonjun took Soobin's hand and kissed it. "Love you, chubs."
Soobin hummed. "Love you too."
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"Ready to go?" asked Soobin as Kai opened his car door. He let himself examine the younger's costume for a while as he buckled himself on his seat. "What are you wearing?"
Kai furrowed his eyebrows. He pointed at the makeshift halo on the top of his white hair. "I'm an angel. Duh?" He shrugged before he leaned his body on Soobin's passenger seat. "I don't know how you can't tell when I'm literally wearing white, a halo, and fucking glittery make up. I literally went all out!"
"You look more like a toddler dressing up as a doctor for occupation day at school, dumbass," scoffed Soobin as he pressed the gas pedal with his foot. "Could've gone with Aziraphale from Good Omens or something, but you dress up lame instead."
The younger rolled his eyes. "Oh fuck off, hyung." He snorted. "A broke college student will have to make do with everything." He turned to look at Soobin. "Besides, it's not like you have it any better anyways, you basic bunny."
It was Soobin's turn to raise his eyebrows and gasp. "Excuse me? I was literally a cosplayer back in high school," he countered. "Besides, I'm literally dressed up in a cop suit and bunny ears that compliments my silver hair." He pointed at his hair. "I'm Judy Hopps, you illiterate uncultured swine." He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." Kai inclined his back on Soobin's passenger seat and crossed his arms on his chest, letting the music fill in the noises as they drove to the party.
Luckily, the house where the small party was held was not so far, since it was around their campus area anyways. When they arrived, the two parked across Beomgyu's house and immediately walked in. They were soon welcomed with loud dance music and slumped with college kids dressed in tons of different kinds of costume.
Kai waved at a boy that Soobin knew as Renjun, an exchange student from China, though he was almost completely unrecognizable as he was painted in blue and dressed in a Smurfette costume. Soobin turned his head around when he was nudged by Kai to wave at Arin, his friend, who seemed to wear a traditional dress to resemble some kind of royalty. The two greeted San and Wooyoung as well, their other friends, both dressed like the characters from Tekken. As they walked pass the strangers and some of their friends, the air smelled more like alcohol and sweat and less like the night autumn wind outside.
Soobin and Kai settled on the kitchen. Kai immediately suited himself by concocting the fruit punch with vodka shots. Meanwhile, Soobin just indulged himself in ravaging the chips and the chocolate on the kitchen island, until he saw the owner of the house walking down the stairs.
The elder elbowed Kai. "Look, your crush." He discreetly pointed towards the stairs.
The younger instantly whipped his head towards the staircase. He had to physically hold his jaw in order to not leave it agape at the sight of Beomgyu dressed like Terrence, Tinker Bell's friend. His eyes were bulged out, straight up staring at him.
"What a loser," mumbled Soobin under his breath as he chuckled before sipping his glass of juice.
Beomgyu, unsurprisingly, approached the two when he spotted them. After all, he's one of Soobin's closest friends, undoubtedly, especially since they spent their whole high school years together and enrolled in the same major in college together. He was the one who believed in Soobin when Soobin was not confident enough to reach out to Yeonjun and stayed to witness as Soobin's relationship bloomed for those years.
"Hey, guys!" The blond beamed lightly. "Are you planning to stay sober with that juice, Bin?"
"Someone needs to drive this clown home apparently," replied Soobin as he pointed at Kai, whose face was inherently flushed, both from embarrassment and the alcohol. "We literally just arrived and he already had two of those fruit punch with extra vodka shots."
Beomgyu only laughed. "Well, drink all you want, Kai-ah," he said. "I suppose I see no problem in that." He winked at the younger male. He turned to Soobin. "I mean you don't have to drive him home. My room's open for this pretty boy all night."
Kai blushed even more as he didn't respond a bit.
Soobin clicked his tongue. He wished to disappear from earth right then as he had to watch Kai being down bad for Beomgyu while Beomgyu obliviously continued to flirt with the poor younger man. "Wow," he muttered. "Do I get your extra bedroom if I'm drunk as well?"
"You can sleep on the couch," deadpanned Beomgyu, sarcastically. "Come on Kai-ah, let's dance!" He abruptly pulled Kai to the dance floor, to leave Soobin in the kitchen alone, as they attempted to slow dance to The Weeknd.
Soobin rolled his eyes and groaned. As usual, he was left alone anyways. So, he just drank and let himself sway a little on his own to the music. Besides, he knew Beomgyu wouldn't be able to let him drive under the influence and would totally let him crash in his spare room.
For a moment, it was just Soobin on his own. He watched as Beomgyu whispered something on Kai's ear, as they both slow danced to the heavily sensual rhythm. He stayed to look at how Kai was trying his hardest to be respectful, but lost all control afterwards, desperately touching the slightly older male everywhere on his skin. He sniffled and continued to munch on the food and down himself another cup of the drink. It's much more soothing that way.
There was that little part in him that longed to have Yeonjun by his side then. He's not codependent or anything to his boyfriend, nor he was lonely. He just liked it better when Yeonjun was around, that's all. So, he just downed the alcohol, hoping to get enough in his system that it could wash his feelings down his throat.
It was until his eyes trained on a certain male shadow somewhere on the couch. He looked strangely familiar in his orange hair and green shirt and fox ears that resembled Nick Wilde from Zootopia, Soobin's supposed partner. He squinted his eyes to look as the man sat beside a pink haired male dressed as Sakura Haruno. It was an odd pairing until he realized as he blurted out, "Yeonjun? Taehyun?" How the hell did his boyfriend get there with their friend?
Soobin immediately scrambled from the kitchen towards the couch. When he stopped in front of them, the two still were immersed in their conversation somehow, failing to realize a towering figure in front of them. "So, you changed your mind."
Yeonjun turned his head immediately and looked up. "Binnie?"
"Oh, hey Soobin hyung," slurred out Taehyun. "I honestly don't think we have enough will and energy to study anymore so we decided crash in with anything we found in our closet."
"Our closet? We don't even live in the same apartment!" Soobin crossed his arms on his chest, tone judgmental and accusatory. "Taehyun, did you raid and steal that from my wardrobe?"
Taehyun just shrugged as he pretended to be clueless of the sins he had committed.
Yeonjun just cackled. "Told you he'd figure it out," he said as he took his drink again. "Hey, Binnie." He tugged Soobin's wrist so that Soobin would fall and squeeze himself between the couch's armrest and Yeonjun. He immediately placed his head on Soobin's shoulder. Then, he grimaced, fingers reaching to fit between Soobin's, seemingly content with his boyfriend's presence.
Soobin exhaled through his nose, the tension he didn’t realize he was holding loosening just a little at the sight of Yeonjun’s crooked grin. “You said you were staying home."
“I did,” Yeonjun replied easily, eyes bright despite the faint tiredness clinging to him. He gestured vaguely with his cup. "I was revising with Tyunnie but we both got really tired and decided to settle for drinking, but we're both pretty broke, so Taehyun suggested a bad idea that this party could be one way to get loose without spending a dime."
“Correction,” Taehyun raised a finger, swaying slightly. “Great ideas. Including stealing your clothes. Which, by the way, is extremely comfortable.” He tugged at the fabric of his clothes. “You have taste, hyung.”
Soobin clicked his tongue but couldn’t stop the smile creeping up. "That's like two sizes bigger than you, so you look absolutely ridiculous, Tyun. You're lucky I'm so nice so I can't be mad at you." He huffed. "But yeah, the fabric is comfortable because I used to have to wear that in the middle of the summer heat where con halls weren't air conditioned and filled with pathetic men trying to get pictures with their favorite anime characters."
Yeonjun just chuckled quietly as he fiddled with Soobin's belt buckle.
"You okay?" asked Soobin as he turned towards Yeonjun. "Chubs?"
Yeonjun nodded, then shrugged. “I think so. I finished most of what I needed to do. And then I thought… maybe I didn’t actually want to be alone.” He sighed. “Guess I wanted to see you.”
“You could’ve just texted,” murmured Soobin. His gaze flicked briefly to the dance floor—Kai laughing too loud, Beomgyu’s hands steady at his waist—before settling back on Yeonjun. "Or you could call me, you know."
“I know.” Yeonjun smiled, small and sheepish. “But this felt more dramatic and you know how I love drama.”
Taehyun gagged loudly. “I’m leaving. You both are gross.” He slid off the couch, nearly tripping over his own feet. “I’m getting another drink. Or dancing. Or both. Don’t wait up.”
Yeonjun only scooted closer towards Soobin as Taehyun left. His hand then dropped and slipped under Soobin's lap, squeezing the slightly younger male's ass. He smirked as he saw Soobin's expression flickering with heat. The party went on, but they remained in their own world. "Hey, Officer Hopps, want to get out of here as well?"
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So, there they were, in Beomgyu's guest room, making out disgustingly as Soobin was pinned against the locked door with Yeonjun handling his waist. It was sloppy and all over the place, just to rile themselves up amidst the heat rising in the room, despite the dropping temperature in an autumn night. They both hummed as they tasted each other, the hints of alcohol getting stronger in their mouths.
"I want to try something new," said Yeonjun as he panted with his forehead against Soobin's. "Can I?"
Soobin knew where it was going. They already had that conversation prior, but Soobin wasn't ready just yet as he never really did it with anyone. But a part of him grew curious then, and he probably had to blame the alcohol inducing him, or perhaps he was all himself to blame. "Topping me?"
Yeonjun nodded. "That's if you're okay with it, though," he rasped. "But we can just do it the usual way if you're unready."
The two reached the edge of the bed. Yeonjun sat on Soobin's lap, gingerly perched with his body pressed so close to the point Soobin could feel his breath. Soobin held the slightly elder male by his waist, gaze conflicting of an inner turmoil.
"Sure," finally Soobin answered.
"We can always switch back if you're uncomfortable," reassured Yeonjun. "Okay, bunny?"
Soobin nodded. Then, he dived back in to kiss Yeonjun, slotting his lips as his tongue explored Yeonjun's, as if it was never enough for him. He was willing to do anything if it meant Yeonjun could be happy.
Yeonjun reciprocated with the same passion. He let his hunger take over him and continued to return Soobin's desire. He leaned closer and closer, letting both of their hearts sync up in the beats.
Everything felt hazy then.
When Yeonjun pulled away and stood up, Soobin immediately unbuckled Yeonjun's belt and pulled his pants down along his boxers. He slightly lifted Yeonjun's shirt and let his hand wrap against Yeonjun's flushed cock. It was not the first time he'd ever given his boyfriend head, so he knew how Yeonjun liked it.
Soobin didn't hesitate as he needed to turn that semi-hardness into a full on erection in order for Yeonjun to actually be able to fuck him. He used his hands to cup and massage Yeonjun's base as the elder male's fingers stuck between the strands of his hair. With one swift movement, Soobin kissed the tip, with his plushy lips, of Yeonjun's shaft, then slid down and took Yeonjun's entire girth. When Yeonjun's tip reached the edge of his throat, he choked a little, but he found a strong liking towards how it felt when Yeonjun was inches deep in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down while he looked at Yeonjun for validation.
What Soobin felt throughout was much better than he could ever expect of a validation. Yeonjun, in his halfway disheveled state, whimpered from the pleasure. His hair was tousled and his skin was flustered from the warmth and the stimulations. He bit his lips and threw his head back, eyes shut for some time and when Soobin used his tongue to flick and encircle the skin, the man grunted out loud. Noises of how filthy Soobin's wet licking sounds were and Yeonjun's soft whines filled the room. "S-Soobin, bunny- off, now," he demanded, ever so gently.
The younger male removed his mouth from Yeonjun's cock, but his hand continued to play around regardless. "Good?"
Yeonjun nodded. "Always, bunny," he whispered. "Always." He ruffled Soobin's hair. "Alright, take it off," he said as he pointed at Soobin's pants, "and flip yourself around. We're going doggy tonight."
Easily, Soobin complied, even though he chuckled a bit. "Thought you hated doggy, because you can't see my face." He slipped off his pants and his drawls to reveal his fully hard cock that was initially begging to be freed of his boxers. Then, without a hassle, he anchored himself on all fours on the mattress, after laying a towel—from between the pillows—under him.
"Right," replied Yeonjun as he scurried to retrieve lube and a condom from the nightstand, as if he knew to always be able to count on Beomgyu being a freak in that guest room. "But I can just do this if I want to see you," said Yeonjun when he stepped to kneel behind Soobin as he grasped Soobin's face roughly. He smiled. "Right now, though I just need to watch as these bounce while I ruin your hole," he continued as he slapped Soobin's butt.
Soobin moaned. He knew Yeonjun was grinning wider as he was marked red on his ass, even without looking at the man behind him. "You have an unhealthy obsession with my butt, chubs."
The elder male only chuckled as he squeezed Soobin's butt. "Come on, these are meant to be adored!" He kept on slapping the mounds and listened to how Soobin grunted under his touch, as if melting away from how he treated him. "You can't blame me," he murmured as he lowered himself down, and pushed his mouth to graze Soobin's entrance, "these are made to be worshipped, bunny."
The younger man only buried his face on a pillow his hands managed to reach, muffling the noises escaping his throat as Yeonjun's tongue slid down his rim. He had never been eaten out before, so he never knew how it felt. But then, with Yeonjun's mouth sucking the air, and his tongue exploring his insides, Soobin never felt better. "Fuck, Yeonjun-" His breath hitched as he gasped for air when he lifted his head. "You're going to be the death of me."
Yeonjun didn't let himself get distracted. Instead, he basked in Soobin's little noises and licked Soobin without hesitation. One of his hands reached Soobin's girth too, rubbing his cock like he was milking him. He ate him out like he was starving, and his hand moved like he was going on a rampage, all eager to get his boyfriend pleading to cum.
Soobin was dying. He was dying and he was seeing the heaven's pearly gates. He never knew how good it felt to have Yeonjun eating him out, all while his dick was being taken care of too. He could on grip the sheets and moaned, eyes shut from the sensations Yeonjun was showering him with. "Lord, have mercy," he squeaked out.
When Yeonjun was done, he only chuckled as he slapped Soobin's ass one last time. "There's no god in here," he replied. "Only me." He opened the bottle of lube and drenched it on Soobin's entrance, before inserting his fingers into the tightness, while his other hand reached to milk Soobin again.
It was over for Soobin then. He moaned lewdly when he felt Yeonjun thrusting his fingers into him to open him up. When he felt Yeonjun using scissor-like motions to stretch his walls, Soobin was so out of it already. Yet even then, he felt even better somehow, when Yeonjun's dainty fingers touched his sensitive spot, and Soobin writhed in an instance. "Fuck," he groaned. "Yes, you are my god." He arched his back when Yeonjun constantly hit on and stimulate his prostate, while continuing to stroke his length.
"Good," he replied shortly before using all of his fingers to stretch Soobin open, resulting on the slightly younger to scream onto the pillow. "Tell me if you don't like it, okay?" He ripped open a condom and shoved his cock into it as he poured some lube on it. "We won't go anywhere if you're uncomfortable."
Soobin nodded timidly. It felt peculiarly wholesome and warm in such a filthy moment. He knew he could trust Yeonjun. "Yes," he said, because he knew Yeonjun wouldn't pick up on the pace if he didn't verbalize it.
Yeonjun pressed the head of his cock against Soobin's bum, already whimpering a little as he felt the contact. He steadied himself as he held on Soobin's waist, lining himself up before emerging himself inside the younger. He slowly pushed his hips forward, listening to how Soobin was losing his mind, shoving his own length inside Soobin's tightness as he drove himself insane with the insatiable sensations too. "Fuck, you're so- tight." When he plunged as he bottomed out, he panted. "Damn."
The silver haired chuckled amidst the good pressure on his rear end. "Damn? That good?" He snorted. "You're unbelievable, chubs."
"And you're insufferable," retorted Yeonjun as he thrusted himself a bit harshly, hitting Soobin's prostate without a warning, with an urge to be petty, causing Soobin to gag, "bunny." He used one of his hands to wrap around Soobin's cock and started dragging his fingers on the length again. "I'll move, okay?" Receiving a nod from Soobin, he dug his nails on to Soobin's meaty hip as an anchor, while he pumped inside him, rolling his own hips so he could fuck the younger deep.
Every thrust felt like a brand new revelation to Soobin of an overwhelming sensation Soobin deprived himself all along. Every movement brought Soobin a pain so wonderful, Soobin believed he was watching the stars spread across the back of his eyelids. He never knew how good it felt as Yeonjun filled him up while he whined unabashed. "It's so good, fuck-" His breath hitched. Soobin still preferred topping, but switching to bottom every once in a while didn't feel like such a bad idea, after all.
The air reeked of alcohol and sex and sweat. The bed's legs were creaking due to the constant motions of the two heavy men above the mattress. There were filthy squelching noises accompanied by both men's whimpers as they fucked shamelessly in their friend's guest bedroom. It should be disgusting, but somehow, both thrived in it.
When Yeonjun picked up a steadier pace, he started to become more and more breathless. He ravaged Soobin like a wild animal, enjoying how Soobin's perky butt were practically slapping every time he slammed his entire body down to fill Soobin up. He became quicker yet still hitting Soobin deep, and he sounded like he was in a clouded haze at the heated point of their intimacy. "I'm going to-" But it was too late when Yeonjun spurted out into the condom, inflating the rubber inside Soobin.
Soobin too couldn't hold himself back any longer. As soon as Yeonjun hit him abruptly with his tip, rough, for the last time, his limbs gave out and his vision darkened. Cum shot onto the towel under him, messing all over as he reached his peak when he slumped down to bury his face in the pillow. "Junnie..." His voice was hoarse and weak.
As soon as Yeonjun's remnants of horniness were gone and he became flaccid, he pulled himself off Soobin and let the younger male roll off to lay on his own back. He threw away the condom and picked the dirty towel to throw into the laundry basket in that room's bathroom. Once he's done, he put on his own boxers then helped Soobin to wear his as well, before joining to plop down beside him, who had repositioned himself one of the sides of the bed. "Everything alright, Binnie?"
At first, Soobin stilled. When he finally caught his breath, he turned to face Yeonjun. "Everything good," he said cupping Yeonjun's face. "It's perfect." He paused for a while. "Got your stress relief?"
"Yeah, well, I did but I guess I still prefer bottoming. Thanks for worrying about me," chuckled Yeonjun. "But your ass was a good meal. You should seek a career as a butt model. You're more butt than person."
Soobin rolled his eyes. "You really have an unhealthy obsession with my ass."
Yeonjun crawled to sit on Soobin's crotch, carefully as not to awaken the bulge again. He cupped Soobin's face delicately, thumbs rubbing Soobin's cheeks tenderly. There was a kind of fondness in his gaze that he could never share with anyone else but Soobin. "I think I have an unhealthy obsession with you in general, Binnie."
"Oh yeah?" Soobin's gaze flicked towards Yeonjun plump lips. Then, his eyes traced back to look at Yeonjun's entire face. From his point of view, his boyfriend possessed such an ethereal beauty that he couldn't comprehend. He could intoxicate himself just by looking at Yeonjun, he believed. "I think I'm obsessed with you too. I can not get you out of my head."
Yeonjun played gasping. "You're in love with me." He clutched his shirt's collars.
Soobin only laughed. He pulled Yeonjun closer by his waist as he positioned himself to sit better, leaning against the headboard. "Do I know that?" A smile bloomed on his face as he cupped Yeonjun's cheeks. When he crashed his lips against Yeonjun again, letting them collide over and over again, Soobin notice how in love he was with the man sitting on his lap. "Yeah well, I do," he corrected himself. "Sly fox."
"Dumb bunny," replied Yeonjun with goofy smile on his face, letting himself look foolishly in love, because he simply just was.
There was a loud knock on the door interrupting their moment all in a sudden. "Are you guys done fucking? I hope you both cleaned it up, because I need a place to sleep too, but Beomgyu hyung's room is occupied with him getting fucked by Kai!" Oh, poor Taehyun.