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Beomgyu is big and buff now - he has been going to the gym with Yeonjun, even while they were overseas on tour. He watches what he eats, he is consistent with his regimen and can see and feel the results. Maybe he isn’t as strong as some of the other members just yet, and he is still a whiny brat, but he’s no longer the skinny boy others picked on… or up, given the many encounters he’s had with buffer men throwing him around like a rag-doll. Which, admittedly, was hot and always got him going, but recently, while flexing in the mirror and admiring the bulge of his biceps, or marking off the width of his shoulders with the measuring tape, Beomgyu feels he is finally in a place to embrace his more dominant side.
When he confides in Kai, the maknae laughs so hard he chokes on air and Beomgyu spends the next five minutes with his finger hovering over the call button, emergency phone number flashing on the screen, while Kai gulps down water only to make eye contact with Beomgyu and burst into a mixture between laughter and a coughing fit. Beomgyu swats him on the back of the head as soon as he’s out of immediate danger, and grumbles away, embarrassed but not disheartened just yet.
Some days later, Yeonjun scolds him during dance practice. Something about his footwork starting with the wrong foot, and his lines not being clean enough. They’d been at this particular point in the choreography for what feels like hours, and Beomgyu is tired, stiff, and decidedly not happy to be chastised for something he is bound to master soon enough anyways.
Adopting what he believes is the aura of a real testosterone man, he puffs out his chest and levels the older with a challenging look.
“Actually, I think you’re doing the move wrong, hyung. Maybe you should try it again, I can walk you through it.”
No one ends up learning the choreography that day, as Yeonjun smacks him with his shoe right on his smug little face, and Beomgyu falls dramatically to the floor wailing about his broken nose and ruined idol career. Yeonjun follows him down with his full weight on top of him, allegedly pretending to be strangling him with the ties of his hoodie, until Beomgyu starts patting his thigh in a plea to let up, face turning suspiciously blue.
Not willing to risk a death on his hands, Soobin gets involved, wrestling the oldest away, while Taehyun patiently taps Beomgyu on the back, while he fights to get air back in his burning lungs. Kai is having the time of his life, chortling a series of ugly laughs, however their dance instructor finds exactly zero of their antiques amusing, and kicks them out with the promise of a grueling practice the following day.
When Beomgyu tries to stand up for himself, be the dominant alpha male he is (according to an online quiz he took three times; the first two claimed he was an omega), and blame Yeonjun for everything, Soobin smacks his butt so hard he can’t feel his left cheek for at least an hour. He swears he can see the imprint of Soobin’s massive hand on his buttcheek, and comes close to another life or death situation when he takes his pants off in front of Yeonjun asking him to confirm if the indent on his cheek is really from their leader’s thumb.
The final straw comes when he and Soobin are filming an episode of their reality show, and are getting their fortune read. Beomgyu sees his chance to finally prove to all the naysayers (Kai) that he can be dominant and take the lead. His world comes crashing down moments later when the fortune teller is adamant that while he is trying to be dominant, he will in fact always be submissive. Soobin getting the same fate does not make him feel better (they already knew their leader’s penchant for being bossed around and bullied), and he spends the ride back to their dorms in denial.
“Fortune telling is crap anyways, what does this guy know?” He murmurs to himself as he enters his room, faceplanting on his pillow with a sigh so dramatic he would have been nominated for the breakthrough actor award were it captured on screen.
Despite all the setbacks, he isn’t ready to give up on his new ideal life just yet. There is one more thing he can do to beat all allegations and show that fake fortune teller he is the real deal.
You
Tyun-ah are you awake?
Taehyun
Yeah hyung
Do you need something?
He doesn’t reply, instead he gets out of bed and changes into sweatpants and a hoodie, before pocketing his phone and making his way to the other dorm.
Taehyun is probably expecting him, the younger too smart for his own good, and would have caught on to what Beomgyu wants from him. Usually when they do this, Taehyun manhandles Beomgyu every which way, picking him up and pinning him against the wall with just his body, hands free to explore every inch of skin. Other times he deposits him on the bed only to drag him down by the ankle until he’s positioned perfectly, lower half off the bed and legs wrapped around Taehyun’s waist.
Or that one time when Beomgyu was being a little shit on purpose, egging Taehyun on after he had a pretty rough day at practice, so the younger threw him over his shoulder and held onto him with one hand on his waist, while he used the other to finger him open, until Beomgyu was a drooling, non-verbal mess, and even then Taehyun gave him no respite, fucking him while standing up, taunting him about having nothing to say for once, and—
Beomgyu’s cock twitches in interest and he shakes his head, adjusting himself discreetly. He guesses it can’t be helped; Taehyun is the strongest amongst them, able to effortlessly pin down their leader and maknae - both so much taller than him, so it’s a no brainer he will be doing the same to Beomgyu. And Beomgyu loves it but…
‘But not tonight!’, he reminds himself as he enters the code for the front door. Realistically, he knows Taehyun will agree to let him lead if he just asks, the younger always eager to please him and make him happy, but he doesn’t want to just ask. He wants to go to him, pin him down and enforce his newly found dominance (all consensual of course, he’s a caring alpha male, not a monster!).
He finds the living room empty and the flat quiet, but can see light streaming from under Taehyun’s door, so he toes off his shoes and walks in without bothering to knock. It’s not like he’ll see anything that can shock him.
Taehyun’s lying on the bed, looking soft and cozy in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He looks up when he hears the door open, smiling when he sees Beomgyu. He locks his phone and puts it on the nightstand before opening his arms, beckoning Beomgyu to jump into them, as he usually does.
Beomgyu considers him for a second, but before that blinding smile can be replaced by a confused frown he shrugs and does as requested. Taehyun lets out a quiet gasp when he puts his full weight on top of him, but doesn’t complain and snuggles into him instead. They stay like that for a while, basking in each other’s presence, winding down from another day of work.
Until Beomgyu remembers why he came here in the first place. He does love moments like this, where Taehyun, always attentive and caring in his own way but not one for skinship, patiently allows him to indulge in the physical contact Beomgyu craves. But he has something to prove today, both to himself and Kai (“Please don’t think about me when you’re about to have sex”, Kai would say and Taehyun would agree), so he reluctantly pushes himself up until he’s hovering over Taehyun, gaze landing on his plush lips, reddened from where he has bitten them while in thought.
Taehyun’s smile morphs into a smirk when he notices his gaze, one hand reaching up to push a stray piece of hair behind his ear before cradling his face and pulling him down until their mouths are separated by just a breath.
“Is this what you wanted, hyung?”, he asks, unaware of Beomgyu’s real motive, and pulls him down for a kiss that starts soft and sweet but quickly morphs into a dirty exchange of spit.
His hands circle Beomgyu’s waist, but before he can pick him up and manhandle him on his back, Beomgyu presses a palm to his chest, ignoring the sturdy muscle in a bid to keep his sanity for long enough to execute his plan. Taehyun gives him a questioning look but stays put, even if there is nothing stopping him from picking him up anyways. He’s always been good to him like that, and Beomgyu resists the urge to throw his whole plan out the window.
Instead he grabs the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up until Taehyun gets the hint and lifts his torso and arms off the bed, helping Beomgyu take it off, chuckling when he throws it to the side and almost topples over his desk lamp. Beomgyu levels him with a stern look that shuts him up, and goes back to undressing him. His sweatpants and boxers follow next, and then Beomgyu is taking off his own clothes, this time successfully toppling over the desk lamp with his underwear.
“Not a word,” he groans in warning, but doesn’t move to do anything else. He remains seated on top of Taehyun’s tights, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he takes in the younger’s heaving chest, his flushed skin, and his hard cock. His mouth waters at the sight and he barely resists the urge to put his mouth on him. "Maybe just a taste?”, he thinks to himself before shaking his head to banish the thoughts derailing him from his main plan.
He bends down and quickly pecks Taehyun on the lips before reaching over to his bedside table and rummaging for the bottle of lube he knows is there. He notices it’s almost empty but there’s also a new one still wrapped and he feels silly for finding the act of restocking lube romantic. But alas he does, so he gives Taehyun another quick peck before he swallows down the butterflies in his chest and gets to work. He can delve deeper into the intricacies of romantic gestures related to his butthole later.
He warms the lube between his fingers and reaches behind himself to rub a finger against his hole before slowly pushing inside up until his first knuckle. The angle is awkward, and it’s not a deep enough stretch even when he works a second finger inside. The moan he lets out is a mixture of pleasure and annoyance, because yes, he loves being full but with his fingers just halfway up his ass, he can’t reach as deep as he wants or touch the places that make him choke on his breath.
Seeing him struggle, Taehyun moves his hand from where it is gripping at his waist, and reaches for the bottle, only to be stopped by Beomgyu interlacing their fingers together, moving their joint hands until they’re pressed against Taehyun’s throat. Beomgyu gives a tentative squeeze then bends down and swallows down the younger’s gasp with a filthy kiss, nipping his lower lip before pulling away and returning to fingering himself.
“I’m in charge tonight, Hyun,” he says in response to Taehyun’s questioning look, squeezing his throat for good measure. The younger rolls his eyes, more fake exasperation than pleasure, before he cants his hips up, trying to throw Beomgyu off.
Beomgyu yelps and squeezes his thighs around Taehyun both in retaliation and as an attempt to remain perched on top of him. He levels the younger with an annoyed look, eyes narrowing further when he’s met with a smirk. He knows Taehyun is just messing with him; if he really wanted to reverse their positions he would have done so already, but it’s annoying him nonetheless. In his mind Taehyun should have already been a moaning, whimpering mess, and definitely not still have all his wits about him.
This domination thing is turning out to be harder than he thought, yet Beomgyu is anything but a quitter, and the night is just starting.
Driven by pure recklessness he pulls his fingers out and wraps them around Taehyun’s hard length instead, using the remaining lube to get him ready. He’s rewarded with a pretty high-pitched moan that morphs into a soft grunt as he pours more lube over his fingers and gives his cock a couple more tugs.
Taehyun is rolling his hips to meet his hand when Beomgyu lets him go. He snickers at the disappointed huff, shuffling forward until he’s lowering his hips, teasing the younger by rubbing the cleft of his ass along his dick, the head catching on his rim but not pushing in. He keeps at it for some time, playfully lifting his hips high enough that Taehyun can’t reach him when he trusts up, tutting when the younger pouts in an attempt to entice him with his huge, sparkling eyes.
When Beomgyu finally decides to just sit on it, it proves a challenge, and he fumbles a couple of times, bumping against the younger and smearing lube across their skin, desperately trying to align his hole with the head of his dick. His ears redden in embarrassment at Taehyun’s offhanded comment that he should just lie back and let him do the work, and Beomgyu slaps his arm in retaliation before finally grasping his dick with one hand and lowering himself down.
The initial stretch always takes his breath away, but this time he can feel the burn travel up his spine as he whimpers, hips stuttering and thighs aching as he stops to let his body adjust before trying to force down the remaining length. He should have prepared himself more, or let Taehyun do it for him but he is too prideful to admit he needs taking care of so he fists the sheets and focuses on pushing his body. He’s done this plenty of times before, this one doesn’t need to be different or harder.
Sensing his discomfort, Taehyun pulls him down for a kiss, hands gently holding his waist, thumbs stroking the skin. Beomgyu lets him, too overwhelmed to fight back and just sits there for a while. He can feel Taehyun twitching inside him, can see the concentration on his face as he keeps still until he adjusts, and he’s so in love he just might prematurely cum all over himself.
He slowly starts rolling his hips, the burn having simmered down to a pleasant ache. Once he’s adjusted enough he braces himself on Taehyun’s chest and starts lifting his hips, punching out quiet moans from both of them when he drops down. He’s a bit too inside his head and at first doesn’t realize that Taehyun’s hands are still on his waist and are guiding his movements, as they usually do.
Not having it, Beomgyu takes Taehyun’s wrists and pins them next to his head, still fighting his made up battle of dominance. He picks up the pace, bouncing on the hard cock inside him, hole clenching around the girth as it splits him open. By this point he is usually loose enough for Taehyun to piston his hips as fast as possible, to press him into the bed as he rearranges his insides, but today Beomgyu is in charge, and while he wants to move faster, his thighs are already burning, legs starting to shake from the exertion.
He needs to focus more on leg day, he realizes, as he feels the burn in his muscles and his pace slows down. Underneath him Taehyun seems content to continue playing along, an infuriating smirk on his face as he watches the other struggle. Beomgyu’s hold on his wrists is so loose now, that he can pull them out with barely any effort and flip their positions, pin him down and fuck him so hard he cries, and fuck Beomgyu wants it so much—
‘No!’, he scolds himself and flexes his thighs, lifting his hips higher and dropping down with renewed vigor. He is in charge today and he will wipe that smirk off of Taehyun’s face, have him whimpering and panting and begging for more.
Taehyun’s mouth opens in a silent ‘O’ as his eyes glaze over and hips kick up on instinct. Beomgyu lets out a filthy moan, the cock inside him pushing in deeper, stretching him out and making him feel so full. Taehyun’s reaction makes him cocky and he forgets about the cramps in his legs and the burn in his abs as he starts sloppily fucking himself, trying to get the same speed and angle that always makes him see stars.
He must have closed his eyes and zoned out, and he startles when something brushes against his lips. His vision is swimming, eyelids heavy as he tries to focus on Taehyun and his now free hands caressing his neck and face.
“You’re already drooling, hyung,” laughs the younger meanly, and Beomgyu realizes his chin is soaking wet with drool. Taehyun scoops it up with his thumb and feeds it back to him, pushing his finger between his lips, pressing down on his tongue. Beomgyu gags around the digit, hips stuttering and slowing down into halfhearted swivels, as his foggy mind tries to catch up to the burn in his muscles. His hole is clenching around the cock, trying to suck in the last remaining girth but he doesn’t have the strength to pull himself up again, and his thighs shake when he tries to push down and fully swallow it.
He whimpers pathetically when Taehyun takes his thumb out, only to gag again when two fingers are roughly shoved in his mouth. Fresh tears mix with the drool Taehyun spreads on his face as Beomgyu fights with himself if he should just give in, or continue his dominant farce despite the strain on his body.
Taehyun makes the decision for him, jostling him as he shuffles down the bed, pressing deeper into his ass, punching a choked out moan from his abused throat.
“Did you have enough fun, hyung?” he asks, hands lazily holding onto Beomgyu’s waist; as if he isn’t fazed at all, not breaking a sweat when Beomgyu’s whole body is strung up and overstimulated, on the brink of exhaustion. “Are you ready to give up the dominant act so I can make you feel good?”
“It’s not an act, I-I am dominant,” he stutters, voice coming out hoarse and tiny, and the younger’s mouth twists into that infuriating smirk that grates on Beomgyu’s nerves but also makes his cock twitch, a bead of cum pearling at the tip.
“Of course you are,” he agrees, gently pushing a stray piece of hair behind his ear, before placing his hand on the back of his head, pulling him down until their mouths are separated by just a breath. “My sweet hyung, you think you’re so strong and dominant but can barely ride my dick without drooling all over the place,” the condescending tone has Beomgyu whining, hole tightening and cock spurting more drops of liquid on his stomach. “At least your body is honest, can you feel how tightly you’re gripping me? Be a good boy and let me take care of you.”
Beomgyu whimpers as his resolve shatters, all thoughts regarding his made up dominance competition wiped away, as he pitches forward and crashes his lips against Taehyun’s.
“Ta-taehyun-ah, f-fuck, please, more, need it deeper.”
He’s babbling now, a string of pleas and whines as he ruts against Taehyun, dragging his leaking cock over the hard planes of his abs, placing sloppy kisses all over his face and neck, drooling against his neck like a dog in heat.
Taehyun laughs, more endeared than mean, and plants his feet on the bed. There is no warning before he cants his hips up, finally shoving his full length inside of Beomgyu’s willing hole, as he sets a punishing pace.
The wail Beomgyu lets out is bound to wake up everyone on their floor, but he’s too far gone to care, as the younger spreads his legs wider for better purchase, continuing to thrust up with inhumane speed while pulling Beomgyu’s limp body down, impaling him on his cock and using him like a cocksleeve.
Beomgyu doesn’t notice when he cums, body and mind long overstimulated by the feeling of his hole being fucked open, the thick cock pushing incessantly against his walls and abusing his prostate. His hands grapple for purchase but a particularly hard trust sends him falling forward with a choked out moan, and he buries his face in Taehyun’s neck, mouth open and panting, drool running down and soaking the pillow. At some point he starts crying in earnest, too overwhelmed as Taehyun doesn’t let up, hell bent on reminding him who is actually in charge.
This time he doesn’t flinch when fingers make their way inside his mouth. He relaxes his throat and tries to take them as deep as he can, choking and sputtering around them, head becoming clouded as if filled with cotton. Taehyun’s growls rumble against his ear as the younger continues fucking him, holding him in place with one strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him down, not letting him get away.
His own cock is hard again, rubbing between their bellies, and the stickiness of his drying cum should be gross, but instead he finds the thought of rubbing his spent onto Taehyun’s skin so hot that he orgasms again.
He’s sure he’s blacked out - who wouldn’t after being pounded into so ferociously, but when he opens his eyes he is still pressed against the younger’s neck, his body jostling from the strength of the trusts into his poor hole. Taehyun’s tempo is finally becoming erratic, so Beomgyu turns his head and uses his last remaining strength to babble in his ear in between punched out moans.
“Please Taehyunnie, I can’t…too much. Hyung is sorry, I-ah-please, I’ll be good. F-fill me up, need to feel you.”
Taehyun stiffens below him and orgasms with a groan, hips stuttering as he uses Beomgyu’s body to milk himself dry. He’s so pent up, some of his cum drips out of Beomgyu’s still stuffed hole and down his length. Beomgyu finds this so hot he keens, his cock spurting out a pathetic string of watery liquid, adding to the cooling mess between their bodies.
They stay like that for a while, Taehyun lazily trusting his softening cock in the abused hole, the filthy squelch of his cum reddening Beomgyu’s ears. He finally smacks Taehyun’s chest when he feels the raw skin of his rim being teased by a curious finger, and the younger concedes, pulling his cock out with a hiss. Beomgyu whimpers at the loss, keening softly when he feels more cum dripping out.
“Don’t you dare,” he warns when he feels Taehyun’s fingers collecting the mess from his thigh and inching dangerously close to his hole again. Taehyun sighs dejectedly but is quick to find a solution to his problem, pushing his cum covered fingers in Beomgyu’s mouth yet again. Beomgyu barely starts licking them clean when the fingers are replaced by Taehyun’s tongue, greedily exploring his mouth and tasting himself.
Beomgyu can’t possibly get hard again, even if the spirit is willing, so he reluctantly pulls away, until Taehyun gets the hint and their dirty kiss simmers down to a gentle press of their lips.
“So what was with the dominant act?,” Taehyun asks casually as he pulls away, thumbs drawing calming circles around Beomgyu’s hipbones.
Beomgyu feels his face flush and buries it in Taehyun’s neck as much as humanly possible; only physics is stopping him from fusing with the younger out of sheer embarrassment.
He mumbles some gibberish, squirming when Taehyun’s gentle caress turns into tickling instead.
“Leave me alone,” he whines and tries to move away, but Taehyun’s grip on his waist doesn’t budge, so he relents and admits with a sheepish laugh, “Kai laughed at me when I said I can be a dom, so I decided to prove him wrong.”
Taehyun considers him for a moment before laughing, eyes crinkling in the corners in a smile that shows all teeth and means he is really happy, not just faking it for the cameras or for his benefit.
“Well, I’m quite happy with the final result,” he admits with a cheeky smile, grunting when Beomgyu pinches his side with more force than strictly necessary. Still, he doesn’t throw him off the bed, and instead bites the soft lobe of his ear. Beomgyu gives an exaggerated shout that dissolves into laughter as the two roll around the messy bed.
Yes, Beomgyu is also quite happy with how this endeavour turned out.
So the next time Taehyun manhandles him while recording a hot wings challenge, Beomgyu goes down willingly.