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Fuma tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes as he pressed the down button to call one of the elevators to the Hybe building. He arrived early to hopefully get a few uninterrupted hours of solo dance practice before his next schedule. He had always been able to focus better on perfecting the choreography when he was alone, and without the distraction of the other members.
The elevator dinged as it reached the floor of the lobby, and as the metal doors slowly opened, Fuma was surprised to see Yudai staring back at him. He looked sweaty and exhausted, seemingly having just finished his own solo practice session. His dark hair was a ruffled mess, and Fuma could see that he had bags under his eyes. He looked like he desperately needed a shot of espresso, or maybe just a warm hug.
“Hey,” Fuma began, unable to hold back the grin that etched its way into his features. It had been ages since they got a moment alone, just for the two of them. They both had been extraordinarily busy with their taxing idol careers. “Are you heading home?”
“Yeah. I have to head back and shower before my next schedule,” Yudai sighed, looking defeated.
“Have you been able to sleep at all yet?”
Fuma approached him cautiously, unsure if affection would be apt right now. He brushed the back of his knuckles gently across his cheek, testing the waters. It was a subtle gesture, one that would’ve gone unnoticed unless someone had been watching them closely. Yudai seemed comforted by the act, as he leaned into the touch. Cool, it seemed like Fuma was in the green.
“Not yet,” Yudai murmured, as the elevator doors shut behind them, enclosing them within the small space. They both felt the jolt as the elevator began its descent to the basement, where the dance rooms were located.
Yudai took this moment of privacy to pull Fuma towards him, burying his face into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” Fuma assented. It had been ages since they touched each other like this. It felt comforting to ground himself in the warmth and familiarity of Yudai’s embrace.
Fuma’s hands settled on Yudai’s slim waist, lightly brushing his fingertips across the bare sliver of torso peeking out under his t-shirt. He could smell the sweat on Yudai’s hair and skin, and breathed him in. His musk was still addictive, even after a long and exhaustive dance practice.
“Are you smelling me?” Yudai giggled, pulling away to look at him.
“Maybe,” Fuma chuckled, before taking another overly exaggerated whiff of him.
Yudai let out a snort before wrapping his arms around Fuma’s neck and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.
Fuma could taste the subtle flavor of salt and coconut chapstick on Yudai’s small, yet plush lips. He felt his warm tongue dart swiftly across his bottom lip, and eagerly accepted the offer. As he let him in fully, Yudai let out a profane whine into his open mouth, pulling Fuma in even closer. Fuck. He couldn’t get enough of this. He couldn’t get enough of Koga Yudai.
“God, I missed you so fucking much,” Fuma groaned, picking the other man up without even a split second of hesitation.
Yudai wrapped his legs around Fuma’s waist with ease, as he pinned him up against the nearest metal wall of the elevator. He began trailing slow, sloppy kisses down his jawline, before tugging hard at the hem of his t-shirt.
“Fuma—” Yudai mewled, throwing his head back, “Not here.”
“Yes, here,” Fuma almost growled audibly. “Who knows when I’ll get to have another moment alone with you.”
“The doors are gonna open at any moment,” Yudai cautioned. “And— There are cameras…”
Fuma carried Yudai over to the panel of buttons, fumbling around before slamming his palm down on the emergency button. The elevator suddenly jerked to a halt, and Yudai let out a cry as Fuma stumbled a bit, trying his hardest to keep his balance.
As the bell alerted them that emergency services were on their way, Yudai scoffed, “You’re crazy.”
“About you? Yes,” Fuma smirked, before tugging at Yudai’s shirt again, but this time in an attempt to relieve him of it.
“What about the cameras?” Yudai reminded him, as he tugged his shirt back down.
Fuma groaned impatiently, muttering heatedly into Yudai’s ear, “We both know how much you like being watched.”
Fortunately, Yudai didn’t argue with that. The side of his mouth upturned mischievously as he hooked a finger in the collar of Fuma’s sweatshirt and pulled, “You first, then.”
Fuma grunted, placing Yudai firmly back on his feet, before tugging his sweatshirt overhead and discarding it on the floor. Yudai’s gaze trailed slowly down his torso, making him suddenly feel very overly exposed.
“Okay, now you.”
Yudai ignored Fuma, as he placed a hand on his bare chest, pushing him back slowly so he could pin him against the far wall of the elevator.
The sudden cold sensation of the metal wall against his exposed back made Fuma wince, “Yudai—“
But Yudai didn’t respond to Fuma’s protest, as he leaned forward and cupped his hot mouth over one of his hardened nipples, biting down softly.
“Fuck…” Fuma groaned, as his hand found its way into Yudai’s brown hair.
Yudai hummed against Fuma’s chest, placing open mouth kisses in a wet trail down his torso as he slowly dropped to his knees. He tugged gently at the waistband of his sweatpants, looking up at him expectantly with hooded, sultry eyes, as if to ask “Can I?”
Fuma nodded swiftly, swallowing hard, “Please.”
Yudai let out a breathy laugh. “Come on, Fuma. I know it's been a while, but there's no need to be so polite. You know I like it when you’re rough.”
Fuma huffed, grasping Yudai’s dark, silky locks in his fist and pulling hard, “Let me fuck that filthy mouth of yours.”
“There he is,” Yudai grinned devilishly, proceeding to pull down the waistband of Fuma’s sweats and releasing his hardened cock.
Yudai wrapped his hand around him tightly, fisting him once, twice. The dry roughness of it made Fuma hiss through his teeth. It had been so long since Yudai did this for him, and it felt just as good as he remembered.
Yudai slowly licked a thick stripe up and down his length, before glancing up at him again, “Use meX fill my mouth.”
Fuma took a deep breath, feeling straight up dizzy with arousal. He needed to take his time with this. He prayed to whatever god was listening that he wouldn’t ruin it by coming in under a minute.
Yudai opened his mouth wide as Fuma placed the slick head of his cock on his tongue. He grasped his hair again, as he slowly edged his way inside.
The overwhelming warmth and wetness of Yudai’s mouth nearly made Fuma come right there, as he pushed himself all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Yudai,” Fuma hissed, “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Yudai hummed around him, seemingly satisfied, as he began to bob his head up and down the length of his cock. He hollowed out his cheeks, using them to tighten his heated grip and making Fuma curse loudly. He rutted his cock harder and deeper down Yudai’s throat, “using” him as he was told to, knowing how much he liked it.
The rough, hot wetness of it all was insane, and Fuma could feel the pressure growing deep within his core, on the verge of bursting. He tried to slow his pace, but Yudai was relentless, swallowing him up with ease. If they kept this up, he was definitely going to come soon. And he wasn’t ready for this to be over.
“I don’t want to come yet,” Fuma groaned.
Yudai swiftly pushed himself off, looking up at him with his now wet, glassy eyes, “Why not?”
“I want to fuck you,” Fuma panted, his chest heaving. He could feel the pressure within him slowly releasing, as he was no longer being tormented by Yudai’s mouth.
Yudai chuckled, breathless, “Fuma, we’re in an elevator. And we don’t have lube. Or condoms.”
Fuma shrugged, “We’ve done more with less.”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.”
“Is this a new fantasy of yours?” Yudai asked, as he stood up and wrapped his arms around Fuma’s neck, “Fucking me in the Hybe elevator?”
“Maybe,” Fuma grinned, “I don’t know.”
“You’re a freak.”
“Are you gonna let me fuck you or not?”
“What do you think?” Yudai retorted, as he jumped up and wrapped his legs around Fuma’s waist.
Fuma quickly grabbed Yudai’s ass so he wouldn’t fall, then pushed him up against the corner of the elevator. He began to rut his exposed cock against the hardness in Yudai’s sweatpants, in search of sweet friction. It took a moment for Fuma to realize Yudai wasn’t wearing any underwear, as a damp spot grew where the fabric made contact with his leaking cock. It had been so long since he had Yudai like this, and the overwhelming thought that he could bend him over and fuck him right here, without distractions, made him feel lightheaded.
“You’re just as much of a freak as me, huh?” Fuma asked him, grunting heavily.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yudai insisted, before pulling his own shirt off and throwing it over Fuma’s shoulder.
Fuma immediately placed his mouth over one of Yudai’s nipples, grazing his teeth over it gently. He lapped his tongue over the sensitive bud before sucking on the delicate skin near it, leaving the beginning of a dark, red mark in its place. Satisfied, he moved over to the other nipple, biting down hard. Yudai let out a startled yelp at the sensation, and Fuma could feel the tips of his nails grazing his back.
Fuma wanted to take his time with Yudai, to undo him completely, but the filthy noises he was making were unbearable.
“Fuma—“ Yudai panted, as he squirmed in his grasp, “Just fuck me already. Please.”
“Just a little more, baby, I know you can take it,” Fuma crooned, holding his palm up to Yudai’s mouth, “Spit.”
Yudai did as he was told, dripping a thick strand of saliva into his open palm. Fuma swirled the spit between his fingers, before burying his hand in Yudai’s sweats. He quickly found the tight ring of muscle behind his perineum, and slowly inched one finger inside. It went in rough and slow, definitely not as smoothly as it would have if they were using lube instead of saliva. The stretch made Yudai let out a string of filthy curses.
Fuma curved his finger inside, trying to find that sweet spot he was so familiar with. He knew he had found it once Yudai let out a strangled cry.
“You can take another finger, right, baby?” Fuma asked him.
Yudai nodded hurriedly, biting down hard on his bottom lip. Fuma leaned forward and kissed him, as he pushed another finger inside. Yudai moaned into his mouth, barreling himself down roughly on Fuma’s fingers.
“Slowly,” Fuma warned, gripping Yudai’s waist hard in an attempt to slow his pace, “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Yudai didn’t respond, but he did seem to slow down slightly. Fuma continued to thrust his fingers deep inside him, hitting his prostate with each bounce. He scissored his fingers apart in order to loosen him up, making Yudai pant heavily.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Fuma praised, placing a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, “You’re taking my fingers so well.”
Yudai whined, “Please, Fuma, I’m more than ready. I need you inside me. Now.”
Fuma nodded, pulling his fingers out of him. As he placed Yudai back on his feet, he held his arm tightly to keep him steady. They quickly stripped down, both panting heavily as they did so.
“Get down on your hands and knees for me,” Fuma ordered, pointing at the carpeted elevator floor. “Face down.”
Yudai complied, spreading his knees and dropping his top half towards the floor. Fuma spit into his own palm this time, slicking up his dripping, angry cock. He was nearly shaking with anticipation as he grasped Yudai’s waist and aligned the thick head of his cock against his aching hole.
“Tell me to slow down at any time, okay?” Fuma prompted. Yudai simply hummed in response.
He began to slowly push himself inside, letting out a low hiss as he did so. The friction from the slight lack of lubrication combined with the heat of Yudai’s hole was overwhelming.
“Holy fuck—“ Fuma moaned loudly, as Yudai pushed himself backwards, enveloping him with a less-than-smooth plunge, “Yudai—Fuck—“
He couldn’t finish his sentence, trying his hardest not to come before Yudai. He gripped Yudai’s hips harshly, holding him in place, as he slowly adjusted to the slick tightness gripping his cock.
“I almost just came right there and ruined everything,” Fuma groaned, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You’re being way too gentle with me,” Yudai shot back, bantering. “You wanted to fuck me in this elevator so bad, so fuck me like you mean it.”
“Fine,” Fuma growled, before yanking Yudai towards him. His back was now pressed hard against his chest, his hand wrapped around his neck, and he was fully seated on his cock, “Is this what you want?”
“God, yes,” Yudai hissed, shifting slightly.
Fuma reached forward with his free hand to grip his neglected cock, before thrusting up into Yudai, stroking him and fucking him at the same time. The noises he let out were loud and filthy, as Fuma picked up the pace.
“You take my cock so well,” Fuma purred into his ear, “You’re so fucking perfect, Yudai.”
Yudai didn’t respond, throwing his head back onto Fuma’s shoulder. Fuma began leaving tiny love bites down the crook of his neck, Yudai letting out choked whines as he did so.
“F-Fuma—“ Yudai whimpered out his name, squirming slightly in his grasp.
“Let go, baby, come for me,” Fuma lulled into his ear, thrusting into him even deeper as he continued to stroke him.
Yudai released a loud cry, twitching on top of Fuma, as hot streaks of cum spilled onto his palm and onto the elevator carpet. The heated grip on Fuma’s cock clenched even tighter around him as Yudai rode him through his orgasm, quickly spiraling him over the edge. His clean hand grasped Yudai’s waist tightly, fingernails digging deeply enough to leave crescent-shaped indents. He could tell the overwhelming pressure built up within his core was about to burst.
“Fuck—“
“Fill me up, Fuma,” Yudai commanded breathlessly, looking back at him, “Use me.”
Fuma kissed him then, messy and unrestrained, as he felt that white hot pressure burst from within. He spilled into Yudai, strained cries and curses leaving his mouth as he held the other man close to him.
They quickly untangled from each other, collapsing on the floor. They were exhausted and breathless, collectively coming down from their shared orgasms.
“That was….” Yudai panted, looking over at Fuma.
“Totally worth it,” Fuma smiled, looking back at him.
They both laughed wholeheartedly at that remark, before Fuma sat up and grabbed his discarded shirt off the floor. He cleaned Yudai up with it, before dabbing at the soiled carpet uselessly.
“We left a mess,” He laughed in disbelief.
“We sure did,” Yudai smiled, looking at the wet mess on the floor, “Are you having post nut regrets now?”
“Fuck no.”
“God, you’re such a freak.”
“But you love me for it,” Fuma grinned coyly.
Yudai pecked him on the lips. “I do, because you’re my freak. Now go bribe whatever security guard is working the cameras today and get rid of that footage before we get fired.”
Fuma chuckled, as they both began hurriedly putting their clothes back on, waiting for maintenance to come fix their “broken” elevator.
“Whatever you say, princess.”