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“Your final this semester will be a study on the human body.”
Humin almost falls out of his seat.
His head shoots up from where he was resting it on his head, half listening to class, half day dreaming about what Hyuntak had made for dinner.
Various murmurs spread throughout the lecture hall, uneasy glances being cast. Professor Park lifts her hand.
“We are all adults here, I expect my photography students to behave like it. Surely you all saw this coming hm? The projects leading up to this point have been slowing hinting at this no?”
Humin blinks, not quite following.
“Your first major assignment this year was headshots. Then we did in color busts. And then full body dynamic poses. This is the next logical step.”
Humin’s fingers begin to drum nervously on his desk.
“This project will consist of 10 photos in the portfolio. 5 in color, 5 in black and white. I am giving you full creative control however, each shot must be a different body part and I want your models to be nude. This is not some perverted exploration, this is simply understanding the human body. Make your shots clean and professional”.
Her gaze sweeps around the classroom, lingering on Humin for just a beat. “Your model must be someone you’ve used in the past as well. We will need them to sign a consent form and have that turned in before we begin shooting. Do we understand?”
‘Yes’ echos out in the classroom.
Even as Humin’s heart begins to pound.
“Consent forms are on my desk. Make sure you grab them in the way out. Dismissed.”
As students get up around him, murmuring amongst themselves and shoving items back into their backs, Humin starts to really panic.
He’s only had one model this entire year. Only Hyuntak. He’s never photographed anyone else. Never had any desire to. Hyuntak is his muse. Part of the reason why he started photography to begin with.
Which means he has to photograph Hyuntak’s body. Naked body.
Which should be fine. Right? He’s seen Hyuntak shirtless more times than he can count. They walk around in their boxers on the weekends. It was fine, it was normal.
So why did the thought of Hyuntak naked in front of him make his heart race?
It was just for class. He would understand, that’s not what Humin was worried about. They’ve even done more lewd photoshoots together. Last years final was supposed to be a noir burlesque inspired shoot. So while Hyuntak was not naked, it sure was lewd.
Humin likes to act like he was not fighting back a boner that entire shoot.
The idea of Hyuntak naked in front of him. Posing. Humin zooming in on whatever body part he sees fit. Hyuntak’s lean body… The way his back and leg muscles ripple. Or how broad his chest has gotten since they started college-
Yea. Humin’s not surviving this.
—
“Haven’t you seen Gotak naked like, a million times? You two live together for crying out loud,” Suho’s voice in this tiny ass apartment.
Humin frowns, truly wracking his head. No, he doesn’t think he’s ever seen his best friend truly naked. Sure, he’s seen basically every inch of his body naked before but never all at once. Naked from the waist down a few times. Walked in on Hyuntak peeing more than once. Neither of them like shirts when they don’t have to.
If Humin’s being honest, it’s because the thought of seeing Hyuntak fully naked makes him feel hot. And sometimes, in the darkest nights when he really can’t sleep, he thinks about his friend naked and-
“No. No, I never have,” Humin answers.
Suho and Sieun’s eyes both widen from where they sit on their edge of the couch.
“Never?” Sieun presses.
Humin shakes his head.
“I see Sieun naked at least once a day,” Suho says.
Sieun’s face pinches into a frown and Humin’s wrinkles in disgust. “You’re dating! I would hope so.”
“And you and Gotak are practically dating, so I would assume-“
“Ok that’s enough.” Sieun’s hand slaps over Suho’s mouth and cuts his boyfriend off. “Just give him the consent form. Gotak will understand. It’s not like you have another choice for a model,” Sieun says.
Suho yanks Sieun’s hand off. “I think Gotak would kill you if you even dared to consider another model anyways.”
Humin feels his head tilt, eyebrows furrowing. “What does that mean?”
“Ignore him Baku. He’s an idiot,” Sieun smiles sweetly before grabbing a throw pillow and whacking Suho in the face.
“It’s not just Gogo I’m worried about,” Humin admits softly. His gaze drops to the ground as his friends still. “It’s me. It’s supposed to be a study on the human body. Purposefully, not perverted.”
His friends are quiet while they listen.
Humin rubs a hand across his face, frustrated with himself and his feelings he’s never really been able to get a full grasp on. “So, why does the thought of Hyuntak like that…”
His voice trails off. Unable to put into words exactly what he’s feeling. Or maybe just unable to admit it out loud. The thought of Hyuntak, his best friend naked for extended periods of time. Probably multiple. Posing for him. Humin focusing on key points of his body.
It makes Humin’s blood run hot and his mind race with things that he should not imagine.
He misses the look Sieun and Suho share. The understanding painting across their faces. The sad smiles.
“Baku, what is Gotak to you?” Suho asks softly.
Humin blinks slowly, scrubbing his face again as he thinks. What is Hyuntak to him? How does he even begin to put into words?
Hyuntak is… his closest friend. The one Humin will always fall back on time and time again. The first person Humin would jump in front of a bullet for. His backbone. The logical part of his brain that keeps him from doing really stupid shit. A lifeline that pulls him back when Humin starts to drift. Sometimes he’s the diesel to Humin’s fire, fueling him on when he probably shouldn’t.
The sun to Humin’s sunflower. The one Humin will always orbit around. Always pull towards. Always rely on to stay himself. Hyuntak’s that little boy with a gap in his tooth that Humin knew from day one he would do anything for. The hot-headed but well-meaning high schooler that Humin threw his humanity away for. The slightly smarter but no less reckless adult that Humin would move mountains for.
“He’s,” Humin inhales softly. “He’s everything to me.”
Again, he misses the look Sieun and Suho share. The knowing twinkle in their eyes and the sly smiles.
Sieun reaches out and places a hand on Humin’s knee. A rare gesture for his friend so the significance of the touch does not go over Humin’s head. His head lifts, eyes wide.
Sieun’s eyes crinkle in a soft smile. Not the one that shows on his lips. But the one that shows on his eyes. “I think you’ll be ok Baku. Just talk to Tak-ah.”
Humin swallows. Nods once. “Ok.”
“Consent form?” Hyuntak’s eyebrows raise and his lips pucker into one of his annoying pouts. “You’ve never needed me to sign one of these before.”
Humin fidgets from where he sits next to his friend. “Uh yea, it’s a bit of a different shoot this time.”
Hyuntak scratches at his chin as he reads over it. And then his eyes slowly start to widen as he actually reads what the form says.
“Nude shoot!” His head whips to Humin.
It takes every ounce of Humin’s willpower to not shrink back. He doesn’t. He slowly nods. “It’s a study on the human body. It’s not like- perverted or something. It’s more just me taking shots of certain body parts,” he explains.
“Oh.” His friend visibly calms a bit. “Oh. Ok then.”
“Ok?”
Hyuntak shrugs. “Nothing you haven’t really seen before right? What’s a little nude photoshoot between friends?”
Humin’s eyes flare. “Yea. Yea. Of course.” Even though his stomach tightens painfully at the idea. And his blood feels like it’s heating.
Hyuntak shrugs and as he signs the consent form, Humin feels like he just signed his death certificate.
“When do you want to start?”
—
1 week later, Humin’s hell of his own design begins.
He’s picked out what body parts he wants to photograph. He’ll start with Hyuntak’s neck, work his way down and then onto the back.
He thinks day 1 will be fine. It’s merely a few neck shots. There is no possible way it could be erotic or get Humin got in any way.
Humin decides to do this one in color against a black background. He wants Hyuntak to drink water and have the drops roll down his throat. Thinking the drops on his tan skin against the dark background will really pop and show off his Adam’s apple. It’s a good idea for a study on the neck. Completely innocent. All Hyuntak has to do is remove his shirt. Fine. Easy. Light work even.
Wrong.
So very, very fucking wrong.
“Gogo drink more water this time. I want some more to drip down your throat.”
Mistake number 1.
Hyuntak nods, grabbing the water bottle and tipping his head back, purposefully missing some of his mouth so drops roll down his throat. Humin immediately lifts his camera up, zooming in on his friends throat.
Mistake number 2.
“Arch your neck just a bit and clench your jaw,” Humin orders as he watches rivets of water pool down Hyuntak’s throat.
Mistake number 3.
Humin instantly fires off a handful of pictures. Hoping he got a few good shots before the water either disappeared or dried.
His own mouth dries up as he looks back over the photos after he lets Hyuntak relax.
He was right. The water on the golden line of Hyuntak’s throat really stands out and accentuates his neck muscles. His Adam’s apple standing pronounced and a few veins popping. One of the droplets fall just under a mole on Hyuntak’s throat. And now all Humin is thinking about is licking the water off and tasting Hyuntak’s skin.
“Well? How’d they turn out?” Hyuntak demands.
Humin immediately drops his camera and feels his cheeks start to burn. Hoping that Hyuntak doesn’t notice. He nods once and gives a shaky thumbs up.
“A lot better. I can work well with these.”
Hyuntak stares at him for a few moments and Humin has to physically resist the urge to start squirming. After a few beats. Hyuntak shrugs and uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth off. “Do you want to do any other shots today or should we do that another time?”
“Another time!” Humin immediately decides. Ignores the frown on his friends face. “I-I’ll tell you when I know when.”
He packs up without another word. Haphazardly shoving things into his bag. Crinkling papers and ducking Hyuntak because he needs to go. The longer he’s around Hyuntak, the worse that feeling in his chest gets.
And if Humin jerks off that night with a pillow over his mouth and Hyuntak’s photos pulled up on his camera? Well. He’ll take that secret to his grave.
It takes him 5 whole days to schedule the next session with Hyuntak. 5 days of dodging questions over breakfast. Questioning looks on Hyuntak’s face. Pointed remarks about the end of the semester, which means Humin’s deadline.
It takes Hyuntak literally cornering Humin over it for Humin to cave and plan for the next day to schedule the chest and abdomen shots.
In Humin’s defense, it’s not just because of that weird feeling in his chest that he doesn’t want to shoot the next body shots.
Humin knows that Hyuntak is sensitive about his chest. He’s not ashamed of it, not by any means. He’s worked hard to fill it out and hide traces of what used to be there. But Humin knows that some days, Hyuntak can’t take his shirt off around other people who aren’t Humin. Humin sees the way sometimes Hyuntak avoids looking at his chest in the mirror.
Hyuntak walks around without a shirt all the time but Humin knows that he starts to worry himself sick if Hyuntak thinks people are staring too long. And to this day, Humin has never been allowed to touch the scars.
Which is fine, Humin will never push Hyuntak into things he doesn’t like. But it makes Humin a little nervous to shoot Hyuntak’s chest.
When he tells Hyuntak the plan for the shoot, he watches his face carefully. Any sign of hesitation or discomfort and he’ll change the plan immediately. He says the words slowly, softly.
Hyuntak just shrugs and says ok.
So, that was that.
And now, the day of the shoot, Humin is going to have a meltdown.
Hyuntak’s shirt is off again, and unlike last time, Humin cannot just ignore it and focus on his other features. No. This time, he has to zoom in. Stare at for extended periods of time.
Act professional and like a real photographer and not some perv whose blood runs hot at the sight of his friend without a shirt. And it’s hard. Really hard.
Humin knows the second he utters out the words “Ok, take your shirt off.” That he’s fucked.
Because he watches. Damn him, he watches his friend strip. Watches the way his muscles ripple and catch. The his stomach flexes.
It makes Humin’s mouth dry up and his gaze snaps back down to his camera the second Hyuntak stares back at him.
That’s not even the worst part.
No.
The worst part will come after they take the chest shots.
Because his professor instructed a nude body. A study in the human body. Which means she doesn’t want to see clothing of any sort in the shots.
Which means when they shoot Hyuntak’s abdomen, he will have to strip completely to make sure his boxers and pants waistband doesn’t show.
Humin doesn’t want to think about that right now. Or the slew of issues that could come of that. And not because of anything Hyuntak has done. But because of Humin’s twisted, perverted mind.
“Ok just pose naturally. Arms at your sides. Try not to flex or anything.” Humin instructs.
His friend nods once and lets his arms hang loose at his sides. Humin takes a single deep breath, willing that heat simmering under his skin back. This is Hyuntak. His friend. His friend he’s seen shirtless many times before this.
He lifts the camera and focuses the lens on Hyuntak’s chest.
“Take a breath for me,” Humin says.
Hyuntak does as he’s told. Chest expanding slightly with the inhale of breath, and then deflating as he pushes it out. Humin ignores the way his mouth dries up and snaps several pictures as his friend’s chest moves.
“Wouldn’t it make more sense if we dripped water down my chest and abs too? Since we did it for my throat?”
Humin freezes as he’s looking over the photos. Trying, and failing to keep his face neutral at Hyuntak’s words. Because yes, it would make sense and it would help with cohesion. It definitely wouldn’t hurt.
However, he’s not quite sure that his brain has the will power to handle zooming in on his friend’s chest and ab’s while water rolls down them.
Again, something is deeply perverted and wrong with him.
“Uh. Maybe?” It’s not even a lie. Because he couldn’t even think of one.
Hyuntak snorts and reaches for the reusable water bottle he always carries. “Aren’t you supposed to be the photography major? Why am I making sure you pass instead of yourself?”
‘Because I’m a pervert and can’t stop thinking about licking the water off your body,’ Baku thinks bitterly.
“Yea. Let’s try it,” he says instead.
He misses Hyuntak smirk. Focusing on changing his camera settings a bit.
But when he lifts his gaze back up, Hyuntak’s torso is dripping.
And Baku follows a single droplet of water race down his friends torso. Unable to tear his eyes away until the water vanishes beneath the wet waistband of his boxers.
And mourns it. Wishes his mouth had made it vanish instead.
“Baku.”
Humin’s gaze snaps up. “Hm?”
Hyuntak’s head is tilted, the corner of his lips are upturned. “Are you going to take the pictures?”
Humin blinks again and then stumbles into motion. “Y-Yea!”
He raises the camera, wills down any inappropriate thought or feeling in his body, and forces himself to rapid fire off photos of his friends chest.
Humin can’t even bring himself to actually look through the photos. Just does a half-assed skim through and calls it good. Because if he dwells, that heat under his skin returns.
“Looks good,” he blurts.
“Told you so.” Hyuntak raises his arms over his head suddenly, craning his neck to the side until an audible pop is heard. And then he’s repeating on the other side.
Totally unaffected. Totally nonchalant. Like this is business between them as normal.
It doesn’t help Humin’s nerves like it probably should. In fact, it makes them worse. Makes him feel more guilty. He should not be feeling this way towards his friend. He shouldn’t.
“Abs next?” Hyuntak’s voice breaks Humin out of the spiral before it can really begin.
“Uh.”
Fuck.
“Yea. Yea. Sure.”
Hyuntak immediately undoes his pants button and zipper. Humin makes a startled noise, maybe a squeak, and turns around. “What are you doing?”
“You said I had to be naked for this one. I’m taking my clothes off. Why are you acting weird?”
‘Because I want you to climb me like a tree.’
“I’m not acting weird Gogo. Just maybe warn a guy before you drops your pants in front of him?”
“You should listen to your own advice. I’ve been exposed to your boxers more times than the average person should be.”
Humin swallows back the salvia pooling behind his teeth. “Yea my boxers.”
“It’s not a big deal. There. I’m done. You wanna turn around or are we expected to do this with you taking photos of the wall?”
No. No. He does not want to turn around. He does not want to see Hyuntak naked as the day he was born and expect to be normal about it. To act like he wants to do anything but drop to his knees.
But he does. Because staying like this will be even more awkward.
He shuffles his feet slowly, taking his time to raise his eyes. As they slowly rise from the ground and start to take in bare legs, he snaps them straight up to Hyuntak’s face. Desperately trying to not focus anywhere below his face.
Hyuntak is wearing a confused look on his face. Like he genuinely has no idea what the hell is going on in Humin’s mind right now.
Humin takes a breath. Fast. They need to do this fast because the faster it happens, the less likely he is to do something so incredibly stupid. Like blow up their friendship because he can’t keep his dick in his pants.
“Splash your abs with water. I want you to splay your stance out like this.”
Humin demonstrates his pose. Placing his left leg forward and right leg back before leaning all of his weight on his back leg. Allowing his torso to lean forward and flex a bit. It’ll be perfect to show off Hyuntak’s stomach.
And probably kill what little sanity Humin still has.
Hyuntak nods, mimicking Humin’s stance.
“Keep your arms loose and breathe normally. We’re gonna go as fast as we can.” Humin doesn’t really mean to let that last part out.
“Why?” Hyuntak asks as he starts splashing water onto his stomach.
Humin winces, still not daring to let his gaze drop further than it needs too. Even as Hyuntak’s golden skin is calling his name. Even as his muscles flex a bit. Even though Humin can see the strong skin of his thighs in his peripheral vision. And it would be so, so easy to let his gaze wander to what’s laying between said thighs.
“Because you’re chilly.” It’s a very weak lie but as the words leave his mouth, Hyuntak sets the water down and Humin moves.
He wasn’t lying about wanting this to be as fast as he can make it.
The camera is brought up to his eye and he fires off photo after photo. Eyes catching on stray drops but he refuses to let them drop. He lets the water drip out out of frame. Even as Hyuntak shudders a bit from the sensation.
He takes maybe, 20 pictures and hopes one of them turns out acceptable. One of them has to, he refuses to repeat any of this.
As soon as he finishes clicking his finger, he tells Hyuntak to put his clothes back on. The camera drops and Hyuntak frowns.
Humin is actually rather proud of himself. His best friend is stark naked in front of him and he managed to maintain just enough self control to not look between his thighs.
“Can you hand me my shirt?” Hyuntak asks as Humin is zipping up his camera case.
“Yea, sure.” He doesn’t think anything of it. Grabbing his friends shirt and holding it out. A hand wraps around his wrist and yanks him in.
Humin yelps as his entirely clothed body smacks straight into Hyuntak’s still entirely naked body.
“Gogo!” Humin feels his face heating fast. Hyuntak’s body is very warm despite the slight chill of the room. His friend merely blinks up at him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Humin demands. Hyuntak merely holds fast on Humin’s wrist. His fingers grazing the hard lines of Hyuntak’s gaze ever so slightly.
“You’re acting weird. Why?” Hyuntak fires back.
“Maybe because you’re butt ass naked and pressing our bodies together?”
And oh god, this close to his body and Humin can feel exactly where Hyuntak starts to turn soft. Not that any of Hyuntak is really soft but Humin can feel the plushness of his thighs pressing against Humin’s jeans.
The urge to look is starting to burn through Humin now. Stronger than it ever was before. If Humin shifted just a bit, his thigh would fall right between Hyuntak’s legs. And Hyuntak could grind that pretty pus-
“We’ve showered together,” Hyuntak argues.
“As kids. And then while we wore bathing suits. Is this not uncomfortable for you?”
“I’m never uncomfortable around you Baku.”
And. Well.
The words nor the situation should make Humin’s heart do a happy little flip instead his chest. But they do. He understands that’s probably not exactly what Hyuntak meant but his mind has already taken it that way.
“That’s not what I meant Gotak.”
“I know what you meant,” Hyuntak shrugs. “And I still stand by what I said.”
Humin needs to pull away. Now. Before he does something he can’t take back.
He shoves the shirt into Hyuntak’s hand and pulls his wrist away. Hyuntak wasn’t holding tight anyways so it really doesn’t take much. Humin then backs up, putting much needed space between them and allowing himself to breathe.
“Get dressed. We told the guys we’d meet them for dinner.”
—
After that day, Humin is pretty certain Hyuntak is on a mission to kill him.
He can admit that sometimes he is not a very smart person. Sometimes something that should seem obvious to everyone else passes right on through him. But he’s not dumb.
And he sure as hell isn’t unobservant.
In fact, Humin actually considers himself very observant. He likes to pride himself on that fact. It’s why his friendships have lasted as long as they have.
So yes, he noticed the shift in Hyuntak after that photoshoot.
The lingering glances that seemed to have an unspoken meaning behind them. The casual touches that aren’t necessarily out of the ordinary but burn a bit more than they should. The persistence of the next shoot.
“When are we shooting thighs and hands Baku?”
“Deadlines coming up, we better do it soon.”
“I’m free after today for the rest of week.”
And yes ok, maybe Humin avoiding him just a tiny bit. Through no fault of Hyuntak’s own. At least, not directly. But everytime they’re alone, Humin replays the touch on his wrist. The heat pressing against his body. The plushness of thighs and the haven that nestled between them.
So he schedules shoots no sooner than he absolutely has to.
His deadline is in two weeks and each day he puts it off, he knows he’s only doing himself a disservice. He has yet to edit anything yet. Or even really properly go through it all.
But his grade is on the line and if he can’t get over whatever this feeling with Hyuntak is, he can’t call himself a professional.
They schedule hands, thighs, and feet all for one day.
And Humin discovers things about himself he wasn’t previously aware of.
Like how veiny Hyuntak’s hands are when he flexes them. How strong they look with water dripping down his fingers. How Humin wants. Hyuntak’s hand around his thro-
Not just his hands either.
Humin likes Hyuntak thighs. This is not new information. He compliments them a lot. Remembers how insecure Hyuntak used to be about them in highschool. It’s not uncommon for him to rest his hand there either.
What is new information is how fucking badly he wants Hyuntak to wrap them around his head and squeeze until he can’t hear a thing.
Humin also discovers… other things about himself.
He’s ever been adverse to feet per se. He’s never knocked anyone for liking them. In fact, he kind of gets it. There are worse things to be into. And who doesn’t like a good foot rub every now and then? But he’s never considering himself into feet.
Until he has Hyuntak pose his feet for a photo.
Until water is rolling down Hyuntak’s ankle and his prettily arched foot and Humin finds himself wanting that foot pressing onto his cock.
Until Hyuntak presses said foot into the meet of Humin’s thigh as a joke and Humin feels his cock jump in his boxers.
Until Humin is grabbing Hyuntak’s ankle without really thinking and almost pulling it off his foot and onto his cock.
Until Hyuntak wiggles his toes against Humin’s thigh and Humin immediately ends the day.
There is also the challenge of seeing Hyuntak stark fucking naked every shoot.
After hands, thighs, and feet day, Humin came to terms with the fact that he is not as professional as he wants to be. Because seeing Hyuntak with his thighs spread wide open, about fucking killed him.
If he went home and jerked off to the image forever seared into his mind after that? No one has to know.
Shoulders kill him too.
Honestly, it’s probably just Hyuntak that’s going to send Humin to an early grave.
Hyuntak is muscular. This is not new information. But seeing him flex his shoulders while Humin pours water over them? Watching the water race down his spine? The gasps Hyuntak lets out every single fucking time he feels water on his skin?
Humin feels genuinely insane.
The rest of the shoots are a blur. Humin cannot recall most of them for the life of him. Just bare skin. Suggestive poses. Even more suggestive noises. Every click of a camera makes him feel perverted. Every quiet night biting his pillow while he jerks off makes him feel worse.
Every time he goes to edit, his stomach tightens as he recalls every movement. Every noise. Every suggestive joke Hyuntak fires his way.
Humin can’t fucking take it. He can’t.
Their last shoot together, Humin crumbles.
Or maybe Hyuntak does. It doesn’t matter.
One second he has Hyuntak flexing his calf muscles, nude from the waist down.
The next second he has Hyuntak grabbing the back of his hair and shoving his face into his cunt.
Camera discarded on the desk. Humin on his knees. Hands grabbing at Hyuntak’s waist while he lets his face be used the way he’s so often dreamed of.
It was a blur really. Humin doesn’t even fully trust that what’s happening isn’t a dream. It started innocent. Him trying not to drool over his friends calf’s. Ok, so maybe not that innocent but he would never expected this.
All it took was “you want a closer look Baku?”
And then Hyuntak was grabbing Humin by his shirt and jerking him down onto his knees.
And Humin let it happen. Didn’t try to stop it. Wouldn’t dream of stopping it.
So now they’re here. Hyuntak crouched over a desk, back arching, one hand in Humin’s hair. Chanting Humin’s name and wiggling his hips; gasping when Humin’s tongue finds his clit.
Humin takes it all and more. He’s greedy. Very greedy. He laps at Hyuntak’s clit with vigor. Sucking gently. Teasing with teeth. Doing anything he can as long as it makes more of those noises spill out of his friends mouth.
His tongue slides between hot folds. Lapping up slick and the smell of Hyuntak. Swallowing it all down and moaning into his friends skin. His hips grinding forward in search of friction, even if it’s pointless. Large hands grabbing at soft skin and encouraging Hyuntak to use his face the way he needs.
It’s filthy and nasty. Not at all the way Humin thought their first time would be. He pictured more flare. Less carnal desire. Didn’t fully expect himself to go half feral at the taste of Hyuntak.
But here they are. And Humin will not stop now. Not like he really can anyways.
“Baku. Baku. Baku. Baku.” Hyuntak chants for the empty room. Slumped forward, resting most of his weight on his free arm. The other one behind him, guiding Humin’s face.
“Fuck your tongue feels so good,” Hyuntak whines. His voice shaky. Soft in ways Humin hasn’t heard before.
It makes his cock kick and his desperation increase ten fold.
Humin hums against the warmth of Hyuntak, savoring in the way his friend jolts at the vibrations. His tongue lapping at the swollen bud of his clit. Collecting any drop of slick that spills out of his soft folds.
Humin may not be the brightest at all times but he’s a fast learner And he’s learning quickly how his best friend likes to be eaten out.
He brings one of his hands up to the small of Hyuntak’s back and forces him into a deeper arch. His other hand pulls Hyuntak harder against his face.
“Ah!” Hyuntak whimpers in a way that makes Humin’s cock throb.
Another dribble of slick sneaks its way out of Hyuntak, eagerly lapped up by Humin. The taste of Hyuntak dissolving in his mouth and flooding his senses in the best way possible.
Humin’s tongue gently dips inside Hyuntak. Not much. Just a tease. A whisper.
It makes his friend whine harshly and force his hips to buck harder against Humin’s face. Humin hums, lips twitching into a sly grin at Hyuntak’s response.
And then his tongue plunges deep inside Hyuntak.
“Fuck!” Hyuntak’s words choke off, his entire body shuddering above Humin. His tongue curls and gently thrusts in and out in quick, experimental movements.
Movements that quickly have Hyuntak shuddering and whining. Clawing at Humin’s hair. Letting out these fucking hot little ‘oh, oh, oh’s’. His cunt throbs around Humin’s tongue. Hot and inviting, like it never wants Humin to pull out.
Slick pools on Humin’s face. His cheeks. His nose. Down his neck. It’s messy and they’re totally ruining Humin’s studio desk but he doesn’t really care in this moment. Not when Hyuntak moans his name like that and tells him to ‘don’t fucking stop Baku.’
So, he doesn’t. He would never. He teases the swollen bud of Hyuntak’s clit gently with his tongue. Sucks on it when his friend whines harshly. Fucks his tongue in as deep as he can when Hyuntak grinds back on his face.
And when he feels Hyuntak’s entire body stiffen. The hand in his hair tightens to a painful degree but Humin powers through it. Keeps suckling on Hyuntak’s clit gently, humming against his friend. Groaning as the taste of him invades all of his senses.
“Baku- Baku. Fuck. Ah. Fuck. Please. D-Don’t s- oh-“
Humin has enough awareness to know what’s happening. He plunges his tongue deep into his friend’s eager hole. Just in time to feel it tighten and spasm. Fresh gushes of slick spilling out of him as his orgasm walks wrack through him.
“Shit. Shit. Ah god. Humin!” Hyuntak cries out to the room as Humin eats him out through the orgasm. Plunging his tongue in and out of his sloppy cunt. Lapping at every drop. Slurping loudly. Licking on his clit. Sucking it off to clean him up.
And because Humin’s a little selfish and he really wants to make Hyuntak squirm; he doesn’t stop until Hyuntak literally shoves his head away from his cunt.
Both of them slump away from each other, Hyuntak turning around on the table so he can look at Humin. Their eyes meet then, an unspecified energy pulsing between them now.
Humin’s cock is throbbing painfully against his jeans at this point. He doesn’t think he’s ever been harder. But that’s ok. He’ll bear it for Hyuntak.
They already crossed so many lines today, his friend probably doesn’t want to cross anymore. Risk ruining this special thing between them. And that’s fine, Humin has gotten more than he could ever dream of-
Hyuntak’s foot presses down harshly onto the source of Humin’s current moral dilemma.
And because he’s only human, Humin moans and latches onto Hyuntak’s calf to keep him in place.
He’s not even fully aware of what’s happening. Or what he’s doing. All he’s truly focused on is the fact that Hyuntak’s foot has just enough pressure and it feels really fucking good pressing down on his cock like this.
Humin basically claws at his friends calf, holding him firmly in place as his hips begin to jerk shakily up into the warm pressure of his friends foot.
His mouth has fallen open, soft little pants spilling out of his mouth. Tiny moans following them. He’s so hardly genuinely hurts and Hyuntak’s foot is bringing better relief than he ever could’ve imagined.
“Yah- Park Humin, you like my foot that much?”
Before Humin can answer or even lift his head up, he hears the shudder and click of a camera. His head shoots up then, eyes wide and mouth dropped open.
But his hips don’t stop working against Hyuntak’s foot. They can’t. He couldn’t stop them at this point. So, he keeps grinding, helpless to stop his body.
Hyuntak stares back at him, Humin’s camera in one hand.
“W-What was that?” Humin pants out, even as his hips jerk shakily up.
His friend tilts his head, a tiny smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Wanted a picture of my own. Since you have so many of me.”
Humin doesn’t answer with words. Ignoring the way the words make his cock kick. He answers with soft whimper, his head slumping forward to rest on Hyuntak’s shin. His soft grinds into Hyuntak’s foot answer enough for both of them.
Hyuntak doesn’t let him go much further though.
The pressure of his foot suddenly disappears from Humin’s cock. Lifting up and trailing his toes along Humin’s body. Up his clothed waist and stomach. Even though Humin whines and tries to grab him and force him back to position. Hyuntak is strong and his legs are stronger.
He merely clicks his tongue and presses his foot against Humin’s chest harshly. Humin whines but he doesn’t get the chance to respond more than that because Hyuntak’s toes catch under his jaw and force Humin to tilt his head up.
Their eyes meet, Humin’s throat basically bared to Hyuntak with Hyuntak’s toes under his jaw.
“Don’t you want more than my foot Park Humin?” Hyuntak’s voice is soft. Slightly unsure. As if he doubted Humin wanted Hyuntak.
As if that could ever be a question.
Humin swallows against the pressure on his throat.
“Yes,” he whispers. “I do, Gogo. I want so much more.”
The weight of the words settle into the air. Presses against their bodies. Words to be discussed and thought over at a later date.
“Take your pants off,” Hyuntak demands.
His foot retracts from Humin’s body and Humin is obeying faster than he ever has in his life.
Pants and boxers are quickly discarded onto the floor. Just adding onto the mess of his studio. Not that he cares about that. It’s the last thing on his mind.
Hyuntak watches it all with curious eyes, head tilted. Never straying from Humin’s movements. Humin’s cock twitches under the attention. His friend gazes whips down to the movement, his tongue darting out to lick his lips at the sight.
Humin doesn’t know if he should preen or shrink away at this point in time.
“Put this on.”
Hyuntak tosses something his way, a dull thud of a tin foil packet hitting Humin’s chest. Humin’s hands fumble for a second but he manages to catch the condom before it falls to the ground.
His eyes widen as he looks back at his friend.
“I know you hooked up with that frat bro at that party last month. I’m not taking any risks until you go get tested again,” Hyuntak bites out. Like that’s the only thing Humin was worried about.
“Not that,” Humin frowns. Even as he takes the packet in his mouth and tears it open. “Are you sure you want this?” He rolls the condom onto himself, resisting the urge to hiss at the contact on his throbbing cock.
Hyuntak’s own eyes widen for a moment.
But then he’s spreading his legs. His puffy pussy on display. Swollen. Leaking. Begging for Humin. “I’m sure. Come over here and fuck me like I know you’ve been waiting for.”
Again, Humin should push and question his friend. There’s a lot of things being said and a lot of hints being dropped that should be raising questions in Humin’s mind.
And there will be. After he fucks his best friend silly in his photography studio.
“Yea. Yea ok.”
He closes the little distance between them. His hands finding the warm skin of Hyuntak’s bare body. Hyuntak’s hands sliding under Humin’s shirt.
“Lift your arms up.”
Humin obeys and his shirt falls to the floor.
Warm lips plaster themselves against his collarbone and chest. Kissing down his body in soft, warm movements. Movements that make Humin shudder and whine a little. Arch into the warm mouth. Sparks shooting down his spine.
Humin’s hand moves on it’s own.
He grabs his friends jaw and doesn’t give him a chance to argue before he’s tilting his head up and slotting their lips together. Both of them sigh into the other’s mouth. Humin wasting no time on licking into Hyuntak’s mouth and deepening it.
His friend shivers under him. A soft whine escaping his friend. A whine that Humin swallows down. He then uses the chance to line himself up. Both of them groaning at the feeling of Humin’s head sliding between Hyuntak’s slick folds.
Up and down. Up and down.
Humin only presses in when Hyuntak breaks the kiss and threatens to kill him if he doesn’t fuck him.
Humin breaches his friend with his head. Both of them moaning softly at just the hint of pressure. Their lips meeting again. Sloppier than the first time. More desperate as Hyuntak pulses around Humin and Humin’s cock throbs harder than before.
Inch by inch, Humin takes his time breaching his friend open. Using his hands to spread Hyuntak’s legs out on the desk Both of them moaning low in their throats as their bodies come together.
And when Humin finally does bottom out, he takes his time. The urgency he felt earlier burned away from the heat of Hyuntak’s body. Humin’s waited for this… well he doesn’t really know how long. He hadn’t quite even figured out he wanted his best friend sexually until they started this project.
But it’s probably been longer than that, if he’s honest with himself.
Either way, Humin’s waited for this. And he doesn’t want it to be over in two strokes. Even their lips slow, the urgency in the kiss vanishing as they take time exploring each others mouths.
Humin does begin to move though. Slowly drawing his hips his back and driving them forward in slow but deep strokes. Hyuntak seems to like this though. He whines softly with the movement. His hands scrambling to clutch onto Humin’s bare back.
His nails digging in slightly with every movement. Both of them moaning softly with every stroke. Hyuntak’s cunt pulsing hotly around Humin, encouraging him deeper and deeper every time.
Until Humin finally hits a spot inside Hyuntak that has him keening into his mouth.
“Fuck fuck that felt ah good,” Hyuntak pants.
Humin nods, honing in on that spot inside his friend. Hitting it again. Grinning when Hyuntak cries out. “There? You like it there Gogo?” he whispers.
“Yes Yes. Yea, fuck Baku,” Hyuntak bites out.
Humin nudges the spot again, with a shallow thrust. His eyes wide as he observes every reaction his friend has. Humin pulls out further and further with each thrust, hitting deeper and deeper. In ways that has Hyuntak’s head being thrown back and sharp moans spilling from his lips.
And the soft, slow pace from earlier vanishes.
Humin’s cock throbs with every noise he pulls out of Hyuntak. Every drag of his friends soft walls. Every time his friend’s back arches and he cries out Humin’s name. He can’t help himself. He doesn’t want to take his time anymore.
His fingers find Hyuntak’s clit and he begins to rub it in time with his thrusts. The way Hyuntak’s clenches and cries out, forcing Humin dangerously close to his orgasm. Humin’s pace turns sloppy. The wet slap of their bodies echoing throughout the room. Their punched out moans following suit.
“F-fuck. Fuck. Baku. Please. I-“
“What do you need Gogo? Tell ah fuck- tell me. I wanna make you feel good,” Humin pants. His hips driving harder and harder into his friend. Each thrust driving his friend further up the desk. Making the legs creak. His camera rattling dangerously next to them.
Their lips meet again in messy, messy kiss. All spit and drool and moaning. Devolving into really nothing more than their open mouths panting against each other.
Humin swirls his fingers faster against Hyuntak’s clit. Savoring the way his friends legs jerk and have started tremble. Hoping that knot in his belly and the kicking of his cock holds out long enough to make Hyuntak cum first again.
Both of them are moaning messes. Humin’s cock won’t stop throbbing. Hyuntak hasn’t been able to string together a coherent sentence.
“Go-go. Gogo. are you close?” Humin whimpers.
His words make Hyuntak tighten, drawing another sharp moan from Humin’s mouth.
“Fuck. Yea. Don’t stop Baku,” Hyuntak moans out.
And Humin doesn’t. He drives himself over and over into Hyuntak. Plays with his swollen clit until he feels his friends body pull taunt.
“I- ah. Fuck. Baku-“
“Please,” Humin begs. “Please. Please Gogo.”
His friends body snaps.
He cums with a loud sob. A broken version of Humin’s name. His cunt clamping down almost painfully on Humin’s cock. Hot pulses of his cunt drowns Humin. Almost drives him over that edge.
His mouth has dropped open, deep moans spilling out of him as he chases that high.
Click.
His head snaps up.
Hyuntak grins back at him, camera up to his face.
“You looked hot.”
And something about his words. The situation. It sends Humin over that edge.
He locks up and chokes out Hyuntak’s name before he spills over and over into the condom. His body slumping forward to bury his face into Hyuntak’s bare shoulder. He shudders with the aftershocks, Hyuntak’s arms coming to hold him close.
Both of them stay like that for a bit. Hyuntak’s fingertips tracing lazy shapes into Humin’s skin. Only moving when the cooling liquids on their bodies begin to get uncomfortable.
Humin pulls out slowly, repeating ‘sorry’ over and over at the look of discomfort on Hyuntak’s face while he does. He ties off the condom, throwing into his trashcan and making a mental note to clean up everything later today.
Hyuntak slides off the desk with a hiss. Throwing Humin’s clothes at him. Humin takes the hint and they begin to change, in complete silence. The air between them heavy with many things.
“I don’t regret it,” Humin blurts as soon as Hyuntak is dressed.
His friend locks up.
“What?”
Humin clears his throat. Realizing how he sounds. “The only thing I regret is not asking you to be my boyfriend beforehand so you wouldn’t think I only want to hook up with you.”
Hyuntak’s head slowly, slowly raises from where he was putting his shoes on. “Huh?”
Humin plunges ahead, mouth moving before he can think anything through. “I like you Gogo. More than a best friend should. I want you to be more than a best friend. I want you to be more than a single hookup. Or something we only do in the dark under the illusion of drinks. I don’t want to hide you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He takes a breath.
“I’ve always wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve pledged myself to you and you only. I decided long ago you would be stuck with me. And I meant it. You’re my Gogo. And you always will be. I want you to be my forever. In every way you can be.”
Another breath.
“Has there ever been a time where I haven’t been by your side Gogo?”
By the time his speech his done, both of them crying. Sniffling. Tears silently streaming down their faces. They’ve gravitated towards each other without realizing it.
And while Humin may not be the smartest. Or even really understood his own feelings towards his best friend until very recently, he knows deep in his heart that this is right. That this is what he wants.
“You’re serious? Yah, Baku you can’t just take something like that back you know right?” Hyuntak tries to keep his voice sharp through his tears but it fails. And they both know it.
Humin merely pulls his friend in for another kiss. Soft. Fleeting. a promise.
“I won’t.”
—
His final gets a B.
Humin doesn’t really care because he gets so much more out of that project than a good grade.