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Yunho hardly even remembers when it stopped being a silly little joke and instead, took on a fully formed life of its own. 

He’s almost certain that the foot thing, his foot thing, didn't feel like it hit this close to home at the beginning. He’d make a quirky observation about someone’s feet being their best quality during an interview, interlace his fingers with an actor’s toes while filming game show content, and he’d do it just for the reaction. For the laughs! 

Before long, it became his thing. The other members would look pointedly to Yunho if feet were ever brought up in conversation, some of their fans would even make alarmingly long threads and compilations of Yunho touching feet or talking about feet. Whether or not they made their own speculations about the pattern was none of Yunho’s business, as far as he was concerned. 

Somewhere along the road, the line between joke and oh shit, is it a joke? that had previously seemed so well defined was suddenly, well… Rather less clearly demarcated than Yunho had previously thought. 

It would be one thing to come to this conclusion alone, in the privacy of his own room. Perhaps he could have even made an accidental self discovery, clicking on an errant porn video with some untagged and unexpected foot stuff thrown in with insidious enough timing that he'd have been unwilling or unable to react fast enough to stop the video, or what he's doing along with the video, or whatever the case may be. 

Unfortunately, that's not what happens, because God must truly hate Yunho. There's simply no other explanation.

Instead, he's unlucky enough to have this epiphany in perhaps the worst possible way: Hongjoong’s bare foot propped in Yunho’s lap, all ten of Yunho's fingers wrapped tentatively around it, with Hongjoong raising an eyebrow in what Yunho suspects is approximately half suspicion and half challenge. 

“Something wrong?" Hongjoong's voice is about as unimpressed as his expression, a tone of impatience that has Yunho squirming all on its own. When Yunho doesn't immediately respond, mouth instead gaping uselessly as all of his words seem to have escaped from his flaming ears along with his melted brain, Hongjoong flexes his foot against where Yunho's hands had begun to tighten unconsciously.  

Yunho is kneeling beneath him on the floor, where he arguably belongs. He thinks his positioning may actually be his only saving grace, considering his grey sweatpants aren't doing anything to hide the half-chub he's horrified to suddenly find he's sporting. 

He's equal parts impressed and mortified that he hadn't even noticed the telltale stirring of his own arousal, with how singlemindedly he's been focused on the foot in his hand. The feel of it, its weight and warmth, even the simple idea that it's attached to Hongjoong are all distracting enough on their own. Then there's the way Hongjoong unconsciously moves it, a simple roll of the ankle here or an innocent curling of his toes there. He has no idea what it does to Yunho, apparently, to feel the muscles move beneath skin that simply has no right being this pretty after so many years of abuse. Despite dance practice intense enough to leave them covered with blisters, callouses, and patched up with plasters, given no real chance to recover before doing it all over again, they still manage to feel so somehow soft and smooth. 

He has no idea how Yunho's big, dumb, massively perverted mind provides him endless onslaughts of new and imaginative thoughts of how nicely Yunho's big, dumb cock would fit along the curved arch of Hongjoong's foot, or how his dainty little toes might look obscenely and ineffectively gripping around Yunho's above average girth. 

At least Yunho certainly hopes Hongjoong has no idea. When he can finally drag his hopelessly obvious and probably transparent gaze from Hongjoong's foot, there's a terrifying moment where he swears he catches Hongjoong smirking knowingly at him before he lets his head fall backwards against the back of the sofa again with a considering hum. “Well? I'm waiting.”

"R-right,” Yunho chokes out, his thumbs starting up a hesitant circular motion against the ball of Hongjoong's right foot. The touch has Hongjoong relaxing with a sigh, his body melting into the sofa as Yunho continues. It makes him brave enough to press a little bit deeper on the next pass, digging in ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving Hongjoong as he watches eagerly for any sort of reaction or feedback. 

In lieu of words, the new pressure against a particularly tense spot has Hongjoong straight-up moaning, the sound ringing and echoing in Yunho’s suddenly cavernously empty shell of a skull loud as a gong. He freezes, deer in headlights as heat rapidly ascends over his neck and ears like a shroud fit to bury him in his own well-deserved shame. 

“What’s wrong?” Hongjoong slurs as he sits back up when Yunho has been still for too long, already sounding relaxed in a deep and unsuspecting way that Yunho can only distantly envy at the moment. His brow quirks again, less sharp and judgemental this time around.

“Nothing," Yunho squeaks, voice strained suspiciously enough to have Hongjoong’s other eyebrow rise up to meet the first. When Hongjoong leans forward enough to look pointedly at the death grip Yunho now has on the ball of his foot, he makes himself soften his grip in what has to be a terribly forced and mechanical way. “Nothing! Nothing is wrong, hyung.”

"Right,” Hongjoong allows with a very unsubtle roll of his eyes that makes Yunho pout a little bit. He relaxes back into his spot on his living room sofa and closes his eyes, not even sparing another glance Yunho's way before gesturing vaguely for him to continue. "Whatever you say. A little less pressure, though. I know I said my feet have been sore, but I definitely don't think breaking my bones will do me any favors.”

“Sorry! Sorry,” Yunho soothes, head bowed as he meekly returns to his task. He’s met with a low chuckle from Hongjoong that does nothing to ease the tension that has wracked his body, Yunho’s shoulders only encroaching slowly toward his own ears. Despite his hesitance, it’s not long before his fingers pick back up at their previous pace and pressure. This time, when Hongjoong groans in satisfaction, Yunho only shivers as he continues his ministrations.

“Whatever you two are doing in there, that’s more than enough,” Wooyoung calls warningly from the kitchen. Yunho jolts slightly at the reminder that they’re not alone, but when Hongjoong only clears his throat, he once again resumes his massage. He becomes belatedly aware of the way the sounds of Wooyoung’s chopping had momentarily ceased, but they pick back up with what seems like an exaggerated vengeance soon after. 

“Don’t stop,” Hongjoong cautions, voice low and vaguely threatening. Yunho wouldn’t dream of it. He drops his thumbs to the arch of Hongjoong’s foot, pressure renewed as he brings them up and over the ball of it. Hongjoong only gives an elongated hum in response, which has Yunho studiously repeating the action. 

“Vetoed!” Wooyoung’s voice comes out more than a little frantic as the speed of his knifework increases, though Yunho knows as well as anyone that he isn’t truly scandalized by something as mundane as whatever it is he thinks is going on in their living room. Even if he knew the half of it.

Yunho frankly has no excuse for how he ended up in such an absurd situation. Sure, maybe he was still in the tiniest bit of denial until that very moment, but still! He should have had, at the very least, enough of a survival instinct to know that literally nothing good could have come from offering to put his big perverted hands on Hongjoong’s bare skin. Much less his goddamn feet, for crying out loud! He deserves every single ounce of shame he feels at this moment for ever having the hubris to think otherwise. 

When the door to Jongho’s room suddenly opens, Yunho finds himself frozen guiltily all over again as he allows Jongho to digest the scene he’s walked in on. His nose scrunches in distaste before he pointedly looks away and walks past them. 

“Yunho-hyung is doing something weird to Hongjoongie-hyung,” he complains as he rounds into the kitchen.

“Why do you think we’re all standing around in here?” Okay, that’s definitely Mingi’s voice. When did he even get here? Oh god, did he walk past them and witness this scene as well?

Once again, Hongjoong clears his throat, snapping Yunho's wandering attention back where it belongs. He's now slightly more aware of the din of the others' conversation in the kitchen, but he's more than obedient enough by nature to not want to force Hongjoong to correct his behavior again.

Instead, he carefully leans back on his haunches, putting a minimal but much needed distance between Hongjoong's foot and the increasingly incriminating way Yunho's body is responding to this whole situation.

Distantly, he feels he should have known that Hongjoong would have noticed the change. He huffs in annoyance as he chases the warmed spot on Yunho's lap his foot had only just occupied, body slouching down on the sofa easily in his mission. Yunho feels his own breath hitch as Hongjoong slips back towards the familiar position, and he's just about to slump again in relief at the bullet he's dodged before Hongjoong slides down even further with the motion.

He comes to a stop dangerously close to Yunho's now damningly hard cock, Yunho's grip and forearm strength the only things preventing a full-on collision. Still, he can't hold back the quiet whine that automatically rises in his throat, betrayed by his body's desperate need to feel Hongjoong that much closer to where he wants him.

He's hardly naive enough to think the slip-up has escaped Hongjoong's notice, doesn't even need to look toward Hongjoong to know what sort of reaction he wears. He keeps his attention fully on the motion of his own fingers, intentionally ignorant. It's this mistake that's the final nail in his coffin, because Yunho has no warning at all before Hongjoong twists in his seat to call innocently to the others about how there's nothing uncouth about what they're doing but more importantly, how much longer until this big dinner you promised us, Wooyoung-ah?

The motion has him pushing back against Yunho's hold to leverage himself up, foot flexing with his effort. It's just enough unexpected added pressure on Yunho's already narrowly calculated grip to have him allowing Hongjoong's foot to drop lower. His heel somehow manages to push just the right way against the base of Yunho's erection to have him seeing stars, the pressure on just the right side of too much without being outright painful that has a fleeting and panicky thought drifting through Yunho's subconscious about whether or not he has some sort of latent dick-stepping interest before his brain jolts back to focus in time to allow him to clamp his lips together around the tail end of the most incriminating sound he may have ever made in his entire life.

An almost frantic-sounding call to dinner from Wooyoung brings Yunho crashing headfirst back into reality like a bucket of ice water to the face. Oh yeah, fuck, the others. 

Hongjoong clears his throat pointedly when Yunho only sits there frozen to the spot. Guiltily, like he’s been caught in the act of something illicit, Yunho releases his death grip on Hongjoong’s foot. It falls gracelessly to Yunho’s lap, and Yunho finds himself frozen for a whole new terrifying reason as he laments just how dangerously close it’s landed to the hugely, impossibly incriminating hardness in Yunho’s pants. 

Seemingly somehow oblivious to Yunho’s intense inner struggle, Hongjoong only gives him a somewhat judgemental look before he moves to get up from the sofa. The motion, to Yunho’s eternal horror and humiliation, has him first scooting forward toward the edge of his seat, his foot ending up sliding just far enough to come into the most damning contact with Yunho’s hard-on. Yunho can’t clamp his lips shut fast enough to stop the surprised and plainly pitiful whimper from erupting from his mouth. If Hongjoong hadn't realized what he'd felt the first time, there remain no doubts in Yunho's mind that he certainly realizes it now.

It feels like he’s watching in slow motion, his eyes unfortunately still glued to Hongjoong’s face as he’s forced to see the realization dawn across his features. Yunho’s breath arrests in his chest as he does his best to prepare himself for Hongjoong’s reaction: for disgust, for anger, for Yunho’s inevitable and impending ejection from the group. He is ready for that and more, for Hongjoong to sneer at him or mock him, for Hongjoong to never want to be near him again, but what he isn’t ready for is Hongjoong’s actual reaction.

Had Yunho let his head fall in shame like he rightfully should have, had he not been staring unblinkingly in his caught-out horror, he would have missed it: the sharp glint of something in Hongjoong’s eyes moments before he snorts in amusement, the corner of his lip turning up in an unmistakable smirk just before he schools his expression into something carefully blank. He holds Yunho’s gaze as he presses his foot purposefully against Yunho’s cock. Yunho’s breathing kickstarts with a shuddering exhale, his eyes widening as Hongjoong’s foot drags torturously slowly and pointedly along the rigid length of it. 

“That silence is highly suspicious!” Wooyoung calls warningly, followed by the sound of a wooden serving spoon tapping rhythmically at the corner of a frying pan. 

There’s a heavy moment where the silence stretches, Yunho certain he’s stopped breathing entirely as he holds Hongjoong’s gaze. Hongjoong tilts his head to the side, another challenge, before his toes curl around the swollen head of Yunho’s cock where it’s held barely contained just below the waistband of his sweats. 

It’s not exactly a practiced movement, hardly enough pressure to be truly satisfying, but the mere suggestion is enough to have Yunho’s hips jerking desperately toward the contact. The grin is back on Hongjoong's lips, and as if he's gathered all of the information he needed, he lets his foot fall to the floor unceremoniously before he pushes to stand from his seat and moves to join the others, as if he's been left somehow unaffected by the eye-opening and life-changing horror that has just occurred in Yunho's world.

Dinner is an impossible task for Yunho. It's all he can do to keep his eyes firmly on the plate before him, knowing full well that making eye contact with literally any of the members will have them immediately reading his mind and knowing the full extent of his shame. He's certain that he is being suspiciously quiet and reserved, but he's fully convinced that opening his mouth in an attempt to join the conversation will result in him letting out the most humiliating Freudian slip in the history of the world.

His mind is a jumbled mess of panicky thoughts. Sure, Hongjoong had seemed more amused than disgusted, but what if the fallout comes later? Surely he can never be alone with Hongjoong again after today. He probably shouldn't ever be alone with any of his members again, actually, just to be completely safe. It was bad enough that he's entirely certain that Hongjoong had heard the mortifying sounds he'd made, but what if anyone in the kitchen had, too?

To make matters somehow even worse, Yunho is still so achingly hard in his sweatpants, it's an outright miracle that none of the others had called public attention to it as he'd shuffled his way shamefully to his seat at the table. He can feel the telltale heat in his ears that signifies just how visibly red he likely still is, and as much as he knows it adds to the whole incriminating picture he makes, he can't seem to stop himself from fidgeting. His legs bounce nervously and press together in turns, and he can feel the judging look Mingi gives him when he bumps their legs together one too many times.

Oh, god. It's their biweekly family dinner, and Yunho is ruining it because he's an embarrassing, horny mess, lusting after their precious captain. Not only must Hongjoong know now just how pathetically into him Yunho has always been, but he had been in just the right place at the right time to learn about Yunho's most mortifying proclivity at nearly exactly the same moment Yunho had. There is simply no way this day could get any worse for Yunho.

Yunho's spiral is abruptly interrupted by Hongjoong's foot knocking pointedly against his jittering ankle. It's simultaneously a calming touch and contact with a landmine, Yunho's heart skipping a beat as his fragile hold on reality skips and staggers at the contact. Yunho freezes, caught out in his mental gymnastics around the ethics of his entire evening thus far. He cautiously raises his eyes, uncomfortably aware of just how wide and terrified they are when they uneasily meet with Hongjoong's across the table.

What he sees there changes him, his heart skidding to an abrupt stop for a disconcertingly long moment before abruptly jump-starting back to life. Hongjoong's expression is carefully neutral as he studies Yunho, though the glint in Hongjoong's gaze is undeniable as he pins Yunho in place with its intensity.

He's hardly granted a moment to consider what it means that Hongjoong breaks into a smirk that only seems to stretch wider in tandem with the incredible heat spreading rapidly across Yunho's body. He's only just beginning to feel a real and all-consuming sense of fear at the intentions behind it, just beginning to wonder if Hongjoong is about to bring the rest of their members in on the joke, a sinking suspicion he's about to rightfully humiliate Yunho in front of all of their closest friends, when instead… Instead, Hongjoong finds a way to rip the metaphorical carpet from beneath Yunho's big, stupid feet- god, Yunho, could you stop thinking about feet for just one dignified second-

With no other warning, Hongjoong drags his foot slowly, steadily, so pointedly upwards along Yunho's now stock-still leg. Yunho's breath hitches in his chest as he fully freezes in place when Hongjoong's foot lands against Yunho's inner thigh, and he almost heaves a premature sigh of relief when the motion stops and Hongjoong breaks their staring contest to rejoin the others' conversation, but his relief is dashed before he gets the chance.

Yunho doesn't even get the chance to comprehend what words come out of Hongjoong's mouth at that moment, but he supposes he does feel distantly grateful that whatever he's said gives a small measure of camouflage to whatever embarrassing sound escapes Yunho when he's suddenly startled by Hongjoong's foot coming into firm contact with his still raging erection. He can't tear his eyes away from Hongjoong, so he sees the small tug at the corner of his lips around whatever words it is they're forming. Any doubt Yunho could have fooled himself into holding on to about Hongjoong's intentions here vanish in an instant, and all Yunho can do about it is bite his lips together and keep his wide eyes trained on Hongjoong across the table from him.

He's long since given up on keeping pace with the conversation around him, stuck instead on over-analyzing literally every aspect of their entire earlier interaction, so he's certain he's not about to start following it now. Instead he watches with a betrayed sort of fascination how normal Hongjoong is acting, when everything about this entire situation is anything but, when Yunho is falling apart right across from him.

The movements of Hongjoong's offending foot are small at first, touch so light it's almost ticklish. He keeps it up so long that it's nearly maddening, so when he suddenly increases the pressure to something substantial, Yunho fights so hard to not make a sound that he nearly faints from the effort. The ball of his foot flexes, pressure increasing as he drags it torturously down Yunho's aching length, and this time he doesn't wait to repeat the motion. It's actually impressive, how still Hongjoong holds himself even as he keeps up stroking him at the same pace, the action totally invisible to everyone but the two of them. His core strength is incredible, Yunho marvels dumbly and immediately regrets how the thought of Hongjoong's body only makes his predicament worse.

He's hardly eaten anything, mostly just mindlessly pushed it around his plate in an attempt to look like he's acting something even remotely close to normal, so he can't escape attention entirely.

"Are you okay?" Mingi's voice cuts through the fuzz in his brain. It's more amused than Yunho feels particularly comfortable with in his current predicament. Reality rushes back into raucous focus around him, and it's unfortunately accompanied by everyone's eyes on Yunho. The playful nudge he gets to his side is almost enough to knock him out of his seat. "Wooyoungie is going to kill you if you don't eat this dinner you literally begged him to cook."

Yunho blinks alarmingly burning eyes towards Wooyoung and holy shit, has he even blinked once this entire time?! They start to water right away, and oh god, Yunho is going to start reflexively crying just in time for all of his closest friends to catch him in a humiliating and extremely public sex act. Kim Hongjoong is touching his dick, and somehow this is still the worst day of Yunho's entire life.

Wooyoung does look pretty annoyed, but it falls away just as quickly as he takes in Yunho's expression. "Hey, no, Yunho-yah," he placates, hands up to emphasize the calming attempt. "If you're not feeling well, you don't have to. I'll let you live. Just don't cry."

"I'm not- ah, I'm not crying," Yunho tries, a sudden quickening of Hongjoong's pace nearly making him choke around his lie by omission. He reaches down to grab at Hongjoong's ankle in a way that's maybe meant to seem threatening, but definitely doesn't actually hinder the motion in any way. "But you-you're right, ngh. I'm not… not really feeling well." Okay, or maybe regular lies, too.

"I may be charitable, but I'm not a saint. I expect you to clean the kitchen. Hyung can help you, since he's looking pretty unsympathetic for how awful you look," Wooyoung decides, glancing at Hongjoong with a judgmental expression as he pushes away from the table.

"It's all very suspicious," Jongho agrees, and Yunho just knows he's beet red, knows he must look extremely guilty for both his lies and the insanity happening beneath the table, beneath the members' noses! "Don't leave me with these two, you monster."

Wooyoung cackles, delighted. "Party at the Sananbiz dorm. Everyone else is highly encouraged to attend." Yeosang startles at the announcement, tilting his head in confusion. Wooyoung pats his head and coos, "Trust me on this, you'll want to follow me. Quickly, now."

Hongjoong isn't even pretending to be ashamed that some of the members have almost definitely caught on, just waving coyly to a pouting but obedient San following behind them, dragging a concerned Seonghwa reluctantly along with him. His foot never stops moving completely, toes occasionally curling around the head in a way that can only be teasing.

Yunho can't even bring himself to wait once he registers the stillness in the dorm after their front door closes. With the surely painfully tight grip he still holds on Hongjoong's ankle, something that may have started as a means to hold Hongjoong back, Yunho realizes he's suddenly pulling him in. Hongjoong lets it happen, letting out a sound of surprised amusement as he's dragged forward in his seat, and the sound makes Yunho burn in embarrassment and yet somehow does nothing at all to dim the arousal coursing through his entire body.

Hongjoong lands slightly slumped in his seat when his foot is finally, blessedly in fully firm contact with Yunho's aching cock. The position can't be comfortable, and there's no way Hongjoong can't feel the prominent wetness of his sweatpants beneath where his toes curl clumsily and indulgently around the head of Yunho's cock. Yet somehow, somehow he still doesn't look upset, doesn't look disgusted- his eyes glint with a hint of undeniable mockery, but he's participating in this, albeit passively now. He's not rejecting Yunho over this, even as Yunho's hips kick up automatically and he grinds up against the arch of Hongjoong's foot with a humiliatingly loud and unsteady moan that Hongjoong only responds to with a widening of his toothy grin as a giggle spills past his lips.

"Hyung," Yunho whines, half a complaint and half shameless worship. He presses Hongjoong's foot a little bit firmer against himself still, can't control the shaky breath he lets out as his mouth falls open or the way his eyes squeeze shut as his hips roll forward once again almost of their own accord. Any further words escape him, his mind a jumbled mess, unsure whether to beg for forgiveness or to beg for more.

Yunho's brain hardly registers what he's seeing as he faintly recognizes Hongjoong bracing himself with one hand on the table and the other on the seat of his own chair. He has no time at all to wonder why before he suddenly feels Hongjoong's other foot carefully but purposefully pressing up against where Yunho's balls are already tightening up dangerously, so close to release in such a mortifyingly short time.

Yunho hunches forward as he lets out an almost pained groan, his other hand releasing its death grip on the side of his chair in favor of wrapping tightly around the top of the foot Hongjoong still has pressed firmly against his cock. His hips roll up against it reflexively, the pressure entirely too perfect as Hongjoong chooses that precise moment to flex his toes in a way that has them pressing deliciously as they travel down the length of his leaking cock. The added stimulation is all it takes, and Yunho feels his entire soul leave his body as his core tenses up and he comes with a cry.

He's left feeling floaty, his head pleasantly full of cotton as his hips jerk through the aftershocks. It's only some nebulous time later when the unpleasant sticky wetness in his underwear breaks the sense of euphoria, and Yunho finds himself coming back to awareness all at once as he releases his hold on Hongjoong's foot as if it had burned him. His entire body is aflame anew, shame washing over him unlike anything he's ever experienced before. Carefully, cautiously, he cracks his eyes open and lets them track their slow journey back to Hongjoong.

Yunho's heart is pounding out of his chest like he's just ran a marathon, and meeting eyes with Hongjoong has it skipping disconcertingly.

"Wow," Hongjoong drawls with a tilt of his head, and Yunho's stomach sinks. He sort of feels like he needs to flee immediately, the feeling only growing sharper as Hongjoong giggles once again. "I knew you'd be into that, but I wasn't exactly expecting you to come in your pants in my kitchen. Certainly not so quickly, at the very least."

"H-hyung," Yunho stammers breathlessly. This time, it's fully a complaint, but it only makes Hongjoong throw his head back on a much louder laugh.

"Did you think your foot thing was subtle? Hidden in any way?" Hongjoong questions with amusement clear in his tone. His bare feet fall back to the ground with a smack as he scoots back to sit up straight again and crosses his arms as if this is in any way a normal, casual conversation they're having right now. As if it isn't something out of Yunho's own personal nightmare instead.

"I don't have a foot thing!" Yunho rushes out, trying his best to sound indignant, even if he knows the evidence is certainly stacked against him in this very moment. Hongjoong only slowly raises his eyebrows in silent challenge, and the unimpressed look he levels at Yunho is enough to have him backtracking almost as quickly as he'd protested. "O-okay, maybe I have a thing for your feet- for you! For you, hyung, and your feet are, like- attached to you, and always out, so how could I help but notice them?"

The skeptical look Hongjoong wears melts away into something closer to sheer joy, covering his hysterical fit of giggles behind one of those tiny hands that Yunho is also into because he's just into Hongjoong, damn it! Although he supposes he could have approached that particular confession a little less manically, but what's done is done.

"Always out…?" Hongjoong probes coyly, and Yunho is instantly mortified about how clear he's made it that he's noticed.

"Y-yeah," he insists instead, his idiot brain deciding that doubling down will be somehow less humiliating than backing down now. "Maybe put those things away if you don't want people fixating on them!"

Hongjoong doesn't take the bait. He never does. Instead, he ruins Yunho's entire life with a single retort. "Maybe you noticing is half of the fun of going barefoot. It was only a matter of time before something like this was bound to happen." He levels Yunho with another wide grin, and Yunho feels his stomach sink. "Watching you salivate has always been a particularly fun bonus for me."

With a bang, their front door slams open again, and Wooyoung bursts through with a hand over his eyes that notably does not actually fully obscure his vision. "Are you two decent?" His other arm is outstretched in front of him, waving around dramatically as though there is any real risk of him crashing into something without it. "I don't know exactly what was going on earlier, but it better be over now. I need to grab some things from my room."

Hongjoong breaks their staring contest with a roll of his eyes and a long-suffering sigh. "Sure. Just don't look under the table," he offers, all sarcasm, but it doesn't stop Yunho's eyes widening in horror.

"Oh, nice! Fuck yeah, Yunho-yah. I knew you had it in you." Still, it's clear the misdirection has its intended effect, because Wooyoung's suddenly disinterested tone makes it clear he now actually doesn't suspect a thing. Instead, he walks past them and back towards his room, all interest in them gone just as quickly as it had come. The perfect crime, Yunho marvels. 

Once the danger has passed, Yunho slumps with relief even as he glares daggers at Hongjoong. He also may or not be pouting.

"His timing was actually pretty good," Hongjoong offers casually, but it's clear as day how amused he still is. "Now you don't have to worry about sneaking out without anyone noticing the state of your sweatpants."

He's right, but Yunho's pout deepens anyway. "You're kicking me out, hyung? After I confessed to you and everything?" He's proud of the way his voice doesn't waver this time, though he's sure Hongjoong can see clearly through any false bravado Yunho carries himself with about bringing any more attention to his humiliating excuse for a confession than needed.

"I didn't say you were leaving alone," Hongjoong dismisses with a wave of his hand before pushing his way to his feet with an exaggerated stretch and groan. "You only have one unsuspecting and easily-distracted angel of a roommate to send away. I, on the other hand, have the two nosiest and prone-to-gossip roommates in our humble group. Wooyoungie may have seemed to be thrown off the trail, but if you go anywhere near my bedroom, all bets are off."

The implications are not lost on Yunho, and he finds himself staggering to his feet right after Hongjoong. "I'll text Yeosangie," he offers breathlessly, still-numb fingers fumbling for his phone in his pocket.

"No need," Hongjoong responds, back already turned as he shuffles back into his house slippers for half of the three-meter trek to the front door. "I sent him a text while you were, well… Indisposed. Before your soul reentered your body."

Yunho's on autopilot when he unlocks his front door and holds it open for Hongjoong. It's all for the best, lest he open his big dumb mouth and say something to shatter the atmosphere. It's frankly a miracle that he hasn't already scared Hongjoong off, which is all the more reason Yunho finds himself waiting for the other shoe to drop. Hongjoong knows how Yunho feels, more or less, even if he doesn't quite know the extent or the much more embarrassing timeframe. He knows about some proclivities that even Yunho had only been privy to for maybe moments longer than Hongjoong now has been.

So why is he still here, with Yunho? It has to be a dream, or some sort of elaborate trick. Even if Yunho has never known Hongjoong to be a cruel person by any stretch of the imagination.

Yet when Hongjoong pushes the front door closed behind Yunho, it snaps him back to attention. The moment his mind can focus on the present again, any sense of self-preservation he'd had the good sense to develop seems to flee him at the look Hongjoong is giving him.

His back to the door, that predatory grin is creeping back on Hongjoong's face. Apparently Yunho must be developing some sort of Pavlovian response to it, because the chill it sends down his spine is accompanied this time by a horrifically telling stirring in his pants. Something in Yunho's reaction must give him away, because Hongjoong only giggles as he glances up at Yunho through his lashes, and - wait, when did Yunho even get so close to him?

Yunho finds himself towering over Hongjoong, practically toe to toe, and it must have been his own doing, because Hongjoong is still pressed against his front door. He doesn't look like he's in any rush to escape, like Yunho is inconveniencing him in any way by trapping him here. He just looks so pretty, Yunho feels as though he could hardly be blamed for the way he's pulled right into Hongjoong's inescapable orbit.

Hongjoong doesn't protest when Yunho falls forward into him, their mouths meeting none too gently as Yunho's eager lips swallow the pleased hum that Hongjoong presses back against them. It's as though the floodgates open, Yunho groaning into the kiss as he loses any last traces of hesitation. His hands find purchase on Hongjoong's body, his mind giving a feeble jolt at just how much of Hongjoong's hip fits within the grasp of his hand, how much of the side of his neck fits within the palm of the other.

It's impossible not to get lost in it all, at the way he can finally feel Hongjoong's grin with his own two lips, in the way Hongjoong is kissing him back! His head is spinning when his mind finally registers just how long he's neglected to breathe in favor of tasting Hongjoong's lips, of sucking at his tongue. He breaks away with a ragged gasp, ears heating once again as the string of saliva that links them calls his attention to just how sloppy he's obviously been.

Somehow Hongjoong doesn't look put off by it, by any of it. He grins up at Yunho with that familiar amused expression, only now his lips are red and swollen, and there's a hint of hunger in his eyes that makes Yunho feel like the smaller of the two of them in the most appealing way possible. He surges back down to capture his lips again, and he'd almost be humiliated about the desperate whine that escapes him, had he not been quite so preoccupied with the way Hongjoong nibbles at his lips and giggles at the way Yunho's entire body jolts at the feeling with each nip of his pointy teeth.

He doesn't even realize he's pressing a semi against Hongjoong's hip until Hongjoong is wedging a hand between them to cup his cock. Yunho breaks their kiss with a moan this time, his eyes blinking open dopily when Hongjoong gives it a subtle squeeze that is doing anything but helping his current situation.

"Not so fast, baby," Hongjoong purrs, and Yunho's half certain he's never felt quite so lightheaded from how fast his blood supply drains from his brain to his cock. "Have you forgotten how much of a mess you made of yourself earlier?"

Yunho feels the heat creep down his neck, his attention swimming slowly back to take stock of the uncomfortable stickiness just above where Hongjoong's hand rests. It's gross, he's filthy, and he feels suddenly horrified about the state he's in.

"Oh, hyung, I- You're right. I'm sorry. I got ahead of myself," he murmurs, still feeling oddly breathless. He moves to step back, flustered and still dizzy, but Hongjoong's tiny hand around his wrist stops him in his tracks.

"Ah ah, no need to apologize," he denies, stepping impossibly closer as Yunho holds his breath. He steps to the side at the last possible moment before an imminent collision, laughing at the dumbstruck look Yunho's certain he's wearing as Hongjoong drops his hold on him. With a last glance in Yunho's direction, he pulls his belt from his belt loops and lets it drop to the ground with a clatter. Yunho sees his hands start on the buttons of his shirt as he disappears around the corner to Yunho's own room. "Go clean yourself up. I'll be here."

Yunho's fingers twitch where they've fallen to his sides, paralyzed by the conflicting and simultaneous needs to obey and to also go watch as Hongjoong seems poised to strip in Yunho's room. He must be frozen there longer than he realizes, because his indecision is met with a distant and disapproving click of Hongjoong's tongue.

"Yah, I don't hear the water running. How long are you planning on making me wait, Yunho-yah?"

Yunho jolts into action, hardly allowing himself time to feel silly about the way he strips his clothes off on the way to the bathroom. He jumps beneath the stream before it even has time to warm up, though the cold shock to his system isn't entirely unwelcome as it cools the fire beneath his skin just enough to get him through his task without his mind wandering right back to what might be waiting for him in his bedroom. He's quick and methodical as he washes, cringing slightly as he contends with the mess that had already begun to dry, and lamenting the fact that he'd gotten through his teenage years without coming in his pants only to succumb to that fate in front of the love of his life.

Whether or not it had been a close call during those years, watching Hongjoong during dance practice or walking around their dorm half naked and just being Hongjoong in general, is no one's concern but Yunho's.

He does a half-assed job of toweling off before he's slinging his woefully undersized towel around his waist and making the mad dash back to his bedroom. His hair is still mostly wet, the quick but vigorous scrubbing he'd given it with a towel leaving the ends damp and Yunho looking more than a little disheveled and crazed.

He stops in his tracks in the doorway. The sight of Hongjoong perched on the edge of his bed in his underwear with his unbuttoned shirt falling off of his shoulders is crazy enough, but the visible outline of Hongjoong's half-hard cock is the first visual evidence Yunho has gotten to prove that this hasn't all been on Yunho.

He approaches carefully, as though he's risking spooking Hongjoong if he seems too eager. As if there even exists a level of eager that surpasses whatever had come over him earlier. It'll frankly be a miracle if the flush of his cheeks and ears doesn't become permanent after today.

Before he's even finished the thought, Yunho finds himself hovering over Hongjoong where he sits. Hongjoong casts his gaze upwards, his still-swollen lips parted wordlessly. He gives Yunho a very thorough once-over, and Yunho must instinctively take the downward motion of his eyes as some sort of command, because he doesn't even get a chance to think before he finds himself falling none too gently to his knees. So much for making any sort of effort to not look too desperate.

Hongjoong only looks delighted by the development, the sultry expression falling away to make room for a wide grin and crescent-shaped eyes. Another giggle falls past those perfect lips, a small hand pushing its way through Yunho's bangs and combing through the damp strands.

"I should have known you liked being in this position earlier," he comments easily, as if Yunho weren't currently a disconcerting shade of red. He leans forward, his voice dropping to something raspy and conspiratorial as his hand continues to card through Yunho's hair. "Don't worry. I liked it too. Only it was hardly appropriate to think too hard or comment about it, what with all of our members around."

Yunho flinches. "Y-yeah, that's-"

"Except it didn't seem to phase you, having everyone nearby," he continues casually, his head falling to the side as though he's considering Yunho beneath him. Yunho swallows and shrinks into himself just a little bit. "Didn't exactly stop you from getting so desperate just from giving me a foot massage, or from getting so worked up at dinner."

"I couldn't help it," Yunho protests, his voice coming out whinier than he would have hoped. "You sounded so pretty whenever I did something you liked, so- so wanton, I couldn't help it that my thoughts went in that direction-"

"Yeah, I'm sure that's all it was," Hongjoong concedes. He leans back slightly and drops his foot into Yunho's lap unceremoniously, letting out a delighted giggle when the towel across Yunho's lap does nothing to hide the way his cock jerks in interest at how close it had landed. A finger beneath Yunho's chin leads his gaze back from where it had frozen on Hongjoong's foot without Yunho even noticing, tilting his head up to meet eyes with Hongjoong again. "Sure, you like them because they're attached to me, isn't that what you said? Somehow I get a feeling it goes a little deeper than that."

Yunho chooses not to address his assertions. He swallows dryly, steadfastly ignoring the way Hongjoong trails his toes lightly over the tops of his inner thighs just beneath the towel. He's so close to where Yunho desperately wants him to touch, albeit he'd be fine with hands, mouth, whatever - not just his feet!

"No, I'm pretty sure that's all it is," Yunho breathes, choosing to give a half-answer to both simultaneously, eyes straining to dart between where Hongjoong's foot is encroaching and to Hongjoong himself with him still holding Yunho's chin firmly in place.

Hongjoong leans into his space, that knowing grin tugging at his mouth again as he lowers his voice conspiratorially. "I'm fairly confident I can recognize a pattern when I see one, Yunho-yah, and I've certainly been seeing one in you for literal years now." Yunho whimpers when Hongjoong's foot presses gently against Yunho's erection, unwilling or unable this time to muffle the sound. His lips brush against Yunho's ear when he leans in, and it makes a shiver wrack Yunho's entire body. "And maybe I'm mistaken, but I think you liked me getting you off with the others right there next to us. I think that if you'd wanted to stop it, you very easily could have."

Yunho is certain Hongjoong can feel the heat radiating from his ears with the way they quickly color ever deeper. He splutters, but he doesn't respond. He can't, because by the time he's even found the words, too suspicious of a length of time has passed. The look Hongjoong wears when he moves to sit back is knowing, and Yunho feels entirely caught out for things he hadn't even properly considered about himself until today.

Today is jam-packed with self revelations apparently, because Yunho finds he can't even deny that he kind of likes the shame that burns through him at having Hongjoong spell out his observations. Something about feeling seen in a personal sort of way that he hadn't even seen himself, and yet Hongjoong is still here. He knows all of these deeply embarrassing facts about Yunho, has personally witnessed Yunho coming in his pants like a desperate virgin not even an hour or so ago, has seen for himself just how depraved he is, and yet he still came home with Yunho after all of it was said and done.

He hasn't run away. He hasn't rejected him. He's followed him here, for some reason.

His spiraling thoughts come screeching to a halt when the foot Hongjoong has been resting carelessly close to Yunho's erection starts to move. With the hold on his chin finally gone, he's free to let his gaze wander back to it, a confusing amalgamation of anticipation and terror growing steadily even as it moves away from his cock.

Hongjoong's grin grows as he traces a steady path with the tips of his toes up Yunho's chest, startling a yelp out of Yunho when Hongjoong's big toe flicks over his nipple. He doesn't linger there, leaning back with a laugh as he drags it ever higher. It's ticklish across the side of his neck, Yunho's embarrassment reaching a near critical level as Hongjoong crosses his leg over the other, his foot coming to rest just far enough from Yunho's skin to have it hovering right in front of his face instead.

"Now, on the topic of my feet," he continues, all amused nonchalance, his ankle twitching just enough to have the top of his foot grazing teasingly along the side of Yunho's cheek. "I'm fairly certain there's more to it than you just liking all of me."

It probably speaks volumes that Yunho has to force himself to look away from where the offending part of Hongjoong continues to bounce somewhat restlessly, and probably even louder volumes based solely on the fact that Yunho had nearly made himself cross-eyed to even focus on it from this close in the first place.

"No," Yunho chooses to deny, in spite of the mounting evidence. It's likely not the smartest course of action, but he finds he can't bring himself to admit to it, despite the certainty the realization earlier tonight had hit him with. That's not even to mention the damning way Yunho is starting to find he is somehow actually really into the way it feels to have this sort of cat and mouse game with Hongjoong. It's almost like he's enjoying the way it makes shame lick at his skin, the more he digs himself into a hole that Hongjoong refuses to let him sneak away and die in. "It's… It's only that. There's nothing more to it, I swear."

Hongjoong's grin grows, like he can somehow see directly into Yunho's horribly perverted mind. God, Yunho hopes that isn't the case. "Is that right?" He makes no effort to hide the knowing lilt to his voice. It's something maybe halfway down the road to condescension, and the way he's so openly refusing to buy what Yunho is selling has Yunho swallowing hard even as his cock leaks against his still-damp towel. "I'm not sure I believe you. I'll bet you'd suck on my toes, if I asked you to."

Yunho's mind screeches to a halt, and he's certain he's silent for suspiciously too long as his mind buffers back online. "But hyung, that's-" he cuts off with a sharp inhale as Hongjoong's foot brushes against his lower lip, but probably reveals more than he cares to in that he doesn't flinch away. His voice is tellingly strained when he can finally force himself to continue. "It- it's dirty. You've been walking around barefoot almost all evening, you're always barefoot."

"Yeah, somehow I get the feeling you'll do it anyway…" Hongjoong muses, voice vaguely disinterested. Yunho swallows thickly, and it doesn't escape Hongjoong's notice. He only arches an eyebrow in challenge as his big toe comes to land squarely in the center of Yunho's slightly-parted lips, a grin tugging stubbornly at the corner of his own as he seems to garner everything he needs to know from the distinct lack of a fight he's given. When Yunho only stills, frozen in something between mortification and something distinctly more positive that he doesn't yet have the self-awareness to name, Hongjoong's grin only grows before he finishes the thought and hammers the final nail into Yunho's metaphorical coffin. "…When I tell you to."

Yunho's lips part with a gasp against his better judgment, all pretense of resistance falling away as easily as Hongjoong's toe slips inside. It's immediately humiliating, inherently dirty just like he'd protested, but the worst part of all is the way Yunho's big stupid body responds to it. His hand shoots up to grasp harshly at Hongjoong's ankle, but no matter what he frantically tries to consciously communicate to it, it only holds Hongjoong close instead of pushing him away. His tongue welcomes the intrusion, laving around it like the tip of a lollipop, lips sealing around it as if to hold it in place. Worst of all of it by far is the incredibly incriminating whine that escapes as his eyes slip shut and his breath escapes harshly through his nose.

Mercifully, Hongjoong doesn't let Yunho languish in his terrible never-ending series of self-discoveries for long. With another taunting giggle that confusingly has Yunho's cock straining to escape the confines of his towel, he pulls his leg back to allow his toe to pop free from Yunho's lips and his foot to fall back to Yunho's lap.

When Yunho cautiously blinks his eyes open again, the knowing glint of amusement in Hongjoong's eyes serves to make Yunho feel small and vulnerable like a pinned insect. He has nothing to say for himself to absolve him of the glaringly obvious truth of the entire situation, and any flimsy lie he may have clung to seems so far out of his grasp now. He's under no delusion that Hongjoong has believed any of them, but having even the smallest sense of deniability had been a sense of security, and he's found himself wholly stranded without even the weakest tether in the storm that engulfs him.

"All you have to do is admit it, Yunho-yah," Hongjoong coos, leaning forward to swipe his thumb through the incriminating mess of drool on Yunho's chin. Yunho hardly notices, too busy nearly dissociating at the way Hongjoong's foot has wandered right back to press firmly over Yunho's hard-on to be embarrassed about one thing over the other as he holds guilty eye contact. He's caught, on display and exposed in a way he maybe never has been before, and he would be lying if he tried to say he hated it.

The wetness from Yunho's own salivating mouth slowly seeps through the fabric of his towel from where Hongjoong's wet toe catches repeatedly over the sensitive ridge at the head of Yunho's aching cock, nearly punching the breath out of Yunho with each and every pass. He's never been more turned on in his entire life, and from the wild look in Hongjoong's eyes, he knows it too.

"I like it," Yunho admits quietly, but it could be a scream with how loud it feels in the silence between them. Hongjoong's grin stretches, sharp and predatory, anticipatory. Yunho squirms beneath his gaze for as long as he can stand it, but in the end, he relents. He always gives in, when it comes to Hongjoong. "I l-like your feet, okay? I like that they're always out, they're- pretty. I like when they're on me, a lot, apparently."

"There, was that so hard to say?" One small hand comes to card through Yunho's probably disheveled hair, and Hongjoong hums approvingly when Yunho can't help but to lean into the touch.

"You know it was," Yunho tries to complain, but it comes out a lot breathier and whiny than he'd meant it to.

"But you managed anyway," Hongjoong praises, and Yunho can't fight the way he preens in spite of himself even as he fidgets restlessly at the attention. The hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly when he tries to shyly look away, and he whimpers at the threat of it before obediently keeping his eyes trained on Hongjoong. "Yah, eyes on me when I'm trying to reward you."

Yunho can only freeze stock-still as Hongjoong slips off the edge of the bed to plant himself firmly on Yunho's lap. It's all he can do to hold the position, when he feels like he could fall over from the shock of it alone. Hongjoong makes himself comfortable, settling back to have Yunho's cock resting between the cheeks of his perfectly rounded ass. He leans in to press his lopsided grin against Yunho's lips, nipping at them gently as he rocks forward for a better angle. The onslaught of sensations are immediately overwhelming after being teased so thoroughly for so long, and Yunho is powerless to the way he reacts.

With a mortifyingly needy moan, Yunho surges forward to meet him with a too-wet and desperate kiss. His hands act on their own, coming up to grip painfully tight at the curves where Hongjoong's gorgeous thighs meet his ass, and he uses the ample handfuls of leverage he's afforded to pull him in. The action has Hongjoong somewhat inadvertently grinding against Yunho's length, and it's delicious, even if the terrycloth material of his towel is just rough enough to risk making the sensation unpleasant. Without even thinking about it, Yunho drops one of his hard-earned handfuls of ass to blindly grab at his own towel instead.

Hongjoong lifts himself up with a surprised but delighted peal of laughter, falling back into Yunho's lap with only Hongjoong's own underwear between them now. It's immediately so much better, and Yunho can't help the groan he presses into Hongjoong's toothy smile as he guides him back to grind against it with his hand returning to Hongjoong's ass with an overzealous smack. Hongjoong lets it happen, lets himself be manipulated as he presses short, teasing kisses to Yunho's searching lips.

It's only a hand to Yunho's chest that brings Yunho back down to earth, though he's still feeling a disorienting combination of floaty desperation as he blinks his eyes open in confusion at the interruption.

"So needy," Hongjoong complains, even if he doesn't look particularly put off by it, even if Yunho can feel Hongjoong's own hardness pressing insistently against his stomach. The idea of Hongjoong being this turned on just by making Yunho squirm is enough to have his head spinning with want. He'd always sort of suspected that they might be perfect for each other in every single way, and this seems like concrete proof. "Eager too, after I just let you come not even an hour ago. Is there no limit to your greed?"

"Not when it comes to you," Yunho answers readily, and he can almost spot the glint of actual surprise in Hongjoong's eyes before he rolls them. He's still moving Hongjoong maddeningly over his length, and it's so good but it's not nearly enough. He's certain he looks debauched, and Hongjoong seems contented to let him come undone all on his own right up until he heaves a put-upon sigh and leans back against the edge of the bed in a stretch that serves to give Yunho a tantalizing view of the wet spot forming around the head of Hongjoong's own cock.

"The least you can do is show hyung some generosity and let him get something out of all of this," he continues, and Yunho doesn't need to be told twice. With a surge of strength that can only come with the excitement of being given an implication of permission to get Hongjoong off, Yunho surges to his feet and throws Hongjoong to the bed. Hongjoong doesn't protest when he reaches shaky hands up to grab at Hongjoong's waistband, so Yunho nearly tugs him halfway down the bed again from just the force he uses to rip that cursed underwear off of him.

"Can I-" he wheezes, one knee on his bed and one pitiful hand hovering outstretched towards Hongjoong to make his intentions as clear as possible. Words seem to have escaped him, considering the endless overwhelming possibilities that compete to coherently leave his mouth. Hongjoong is so pretty like this, every last part of him. His cock stands small and perfect, hard and leaking against the crease of his hip.

"You can do whatever you want, provided you hurry the hell up about it- ah!" Hongjoong cuts off in a surprised moan when Yunho falls forward to taste the precome glistening temptingly at the head of Hongjoong's cock. He's not exactly graceful about it, tongue laving wet enough to soak the surrounding real estate, but he's quick to take the entire length into his mouth by means of making it up to him.

He knows he's only proving Hongjoong right about how desperate he is, but he can't help the needy whimper that escapes as the tip of Hongjoong's cock barely even breaches his throat when his lips meet the base. He presses his nose against Hongjoong's belly, all pretense of shame gone as his hands roam right back to pick up where they'd left off before he'd dropped Hongjoong to his mattress. He moans as he breathes in the musk of him, the taste of bitter precome on the back of his tongue melding together into something overwhelming, something that has his hips kicking forward to rut against the bed.

Distantly he knows he's making a mess, mouth won't stop watering as he frantically runs his tongue over every bit of Hongjoong's length that he can. It's impossible to make himself stop or to reign himself in when Hongjoong writhes against the sheets, hands gripping and releasing Yunho's hair in time with the overeager bobbing of Yunho's head as Hongjoong moans so prettily beneath him.

"Aish, Yunho-yah," Hongjoong gasps, his grip on Yunho's hair finally forceful enough to actually halt his ministrations. His cheeks are flushed when Yunho forces himself to stop, and Yunho is suddenly breathless when he takes in the frantic look in his eyes and the way his chest heaves unsteadily. He looks as if he'd been close, as if he'd almost been made to come after only a couple of minutes of a messy and desperate blow job. He stares right back at Yunho as if challenging him to call him on it, after all of the big talk he'd been spouting. Lucky for Hongjoong, Yunho isn't looking to push his luck in any way, so he waits patiently while Hongjoong collects himself enough to continue. "I know I said you could do anything, but I was sort of hoping you'd put that big cock of yours to good use."

His tone is almost passably casual, but now that Yunho has noticed, it's impossible to miss the tells. His pupils are fully dilated, his thighs tensing and releasing under Yunho's hold almost like- oh, god. Almost like he's imagining the feeling already. Yunho instantly longs for it too, can't stop thinking about it all of the sudden, and he's pretty sure he's going to go insane if he can't be inside Hongjoong immediately.

He springs up on wobbly legs to snatch his bottle of lube from its conspicuous spot next to his remotes on his tray table. He's grateful to not have to travel far, but he's left breathless anew when he turns to climb back on the bed and sees Hongjoong stripping his shirt off of his shoulders. He almost drops the bottle in his haste to upturn it and spill lube across his fingertips without taking his eyes off the sight before him. He wasn't kidding when he said he's obsessed with literally every part of Kim Hongjoong.

"Well?" His impatience is more convincing this time now that he's had time to calm down, eyebrows raised expectantly as he nods to the fingers Yunho is mindlessly rubbing together to spread and warm the lube. "I'm waiting."

Yunho snaps himself out of the way he stares, hyper aware of the way Hongjoong clears his throat and glances away when Yunho's gaze had been arrested between Hongjoong's legs. He's being shy, like Yunho is really affecting him. It's a dizzying feeling. "R-right," he stutters, scrambling back onto the bed and crowding into Hongjoong's space. He reaches between them with a shaking hand, but he doesn't allow himself to hesitate before he's tracing wet fingers over Hongjoong's rim.

Hongjoong tenses, and Yunho watches entranced as he presses his middle finger inside of him. He takes it easily, but he shivers slightly when Yunho starts to cautiously work it in and out. "Give me another," he demands before long, and Yunho complies. It's not a particularly difficult stretch, but Hongjoong looks down at where Yunho's fingers disappear before falling back to the pillows with a groan and another shudder.

Yunho hums in question, but he dutifully maintains the pace he's set as he carefully works Hongjoong open. Hongjoong waves a hand in the air flippantly, but at Yunho's unyielding interest, he finally caves. "Fine. Maybe your hands are about half as interesting to me as my feet are to you," he concedes with a huff. Yunho's cheeks heat at both the confession and the reminder, but it only gets worse when Hongjoong wraps his tiny little fingers around the much bigger hand Yunho has wrapped around his hip. Instantly, he gets it.

"I get that," he croaks out, feeling like it's hardly a fair comparison when he is also fully powerless against Hongjoong's small hands and dainty little fingers.

He's half in a daze as he finishes stretching Hongjoong open on two and then three fingers, too caught up in watching the display in front of him to consider looking away. By the time he's watching the way three of his fingers disappear into Hongjoong, it takes a force of nature to break his focus that comes in the form of Hongjoong kicking him lightly in the chest. It's not hard enough to hurt, but it catches his attention as the smack of skin connecting with skin has him face to face with the reminder of everything that led them to this point.

Yunho's ears heat anew as he reaches up absentmindedly to wrap his fingers around Hongjoong's ankle, his gaze finally rising to meet Hongjoong's face. His mouth hangs open, lips glistening where he must have been biting at them, the offending pointy teeth on full display as he grins even as he fights to catch his breath. Yunho wants to lick them, sometimes. Realizes he could, probably. Wouldn't even mind if he got bitten in the ill-advised attempt.

"I know I said I like your fingers, but that doesn't mean I want to come on them," Hongjoong teases, still breathless, and Yunho's blush spreads as he wonders just how long he's been at this. "Not right now, anyway. Another time. Now, though- I want more."

It takes more restraint than Yunho had thought himself capable of to slip his fingers free, and he misses the heat of him instantly. He has to mentally chastise himself, knowing just how close he is to feeling that warmth somewhere so much better. The loss is going to be so much more than worth it.

Hongjoong's leg drops to instead wrap itself back around Yunho's waist, and he feels that loss as well, but the end result has him that much closer to Hongjoong. He grabs the discarded lube bottle to add to the mess already on his hand, not bothering to go through the trouble to warm it when it's only going to negatively affect himself, and hastily smears it over his own length. He catches himself off guard with a whine at the feeling, belatedly realizing just how long he's gone without his cock getting any meaningful stimulation. He ruts into his own wet fist, distantly hears the way that Hongjoong laughs as he watches the pathetic display, and thinks faintly that it doesn't bode well for how long he's going to be able to last.

"Careful," Hongjoong warns, watching with thinly veiled amusement as Yunho squeezes at the base of his cock and takes a deep, shuddering breath. "Can't have you spending yourself before you've even gotten inside me."

"Hyung," Yunho protests, careful to give himself no further unnecessary touch before he even gets the chance to fuck Hongjoong. Hongjoong's words are lighthearted, but they still ring uncomfortably true, and Yunho really doesn't want to blow this chance. He whines again when his cock brushes over Hongjoong's slick rim, his hips rutting again on their own even as they miss their target. It's humiliating, but it feels about par for the course with how he's presented himself tonight in general. "I can't help it. I'm not usually like this, I- I swear."

"Yeah, yeah," Hongjoong dismisses with an unconvinced wave of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it. Until then, if you can't get me off before your own untimely finish, I'll find a way to make you regret it."

Yunho gives himself the world's quickest mental pep talk as he finally manages to line himself up, yet he still has to bite his own lip hard to ground himself as his cock sinks inside. Hongjoong is tight, and he hisses at the stretch as Yunho slowly moves to bottom out. When Yunho pauses, it's more out of dire necessity than to give Hongjoong a chance to adjust. Hongjoong relaxes after a moment, but Yunho can still very distinctly feel every miniscule movement as Hongjoong breathes through it. When he hums and experimentally shifts his hips, Yunho can't hold back his whine as Hongjoong's body vibrates around Yunho's sensitive cock with the sound.

"Don't come yet," Hongjoong warns, but he digs his heels into Yunho's back as he says it. Yunho gets the message, hips stuttering into motion as he holds onto Hongjoong's hips like maybe they'll ground him instead of the much more likely chance that grabbing at them will only make this end faster. His fingertips meet along Hongjoong's spine like this, which is information he probably would have been better off not having. "We're just getting started. I'm not done with you yet."

It's all very overwhelming, and Yunho whimpers as he fights through his own oversensitivity to give Hongjoong some semblance of pleasure. Hongjoong is hot and slick around him, and when he tilts his hips just the right way, he lets out these sounds that are going to haunt all of Yunho's future dreams. He moans high and breathy, arching his back in a way that has his pecs pushing out obscenely. Yunho kind of wants to fuck them someday, because he genuinely is just kind of obsessed with all of Hongjoong, for better or for worse.

Yunho's hands shake even as he dutifully maintains his steady pace, spurred on by Hongjoong's reactions. When Yunho's hands move to the backs of Hongjoong's thighs, he presses them back towards Hongjoong's chest just enough to lift his hips off of the bed, and Hongjoong tosses his head back with a cry. The way he clenches around Yunho with this new angle has Yunho gritting his teeth.

"A-am I doing good, hyung?" He hears himself ask the question, his mouth moving without his mind's permission.

Hongjoong lets out a surprised giggle that clings to the edges of his next few hums of pleasure. Yunho's cheeks heat, but he's hopeful it can be attributed to how close he's been this whole time instead of humiliation over yet another oversharing. One of Hongjoong's perfect, terrible little hands abandons their task of mapping every ticklish part of Yunho's soft stomach to instead reach to tangle with his still-damp hair in some semblance of a pat.

"Of course, Yunho-yah," he forms around another punched-out moan. It's pornographic enough on its own to have Yunho's hips stuttering even before he finishes the thought. Yunho can't seem to decide where to keep his gaze, darting restlessly between Hongjoong's sensual expressions, his bitten lips, his flushed and leaking cock where it bounces against the smooth skin of his belly. As if that was all somehow not enough, he opens his mouth to make it worse. "Being such a good boy for hyung."

"Oh god," Yunho gasps, his head falling forward as his fingertips dig into Hongjoong's thighs in a way that has to be painful. He pushes Hongjoong's legs even wider apart in the process, and the change in angle has Hongjoong crying out again, playful smile falling away to be replaced with a wanton look of need. Suddenly he's clamping down around Yunho's cock like a vice, and all he can manage is to whine out Hongjoong's name before he's coming inside of him with a shaky moan.

Hongjoong's bleary eyes snap open, and even though the haze of pleasure, he manages a quick chastising. "Keep going," he demands, voice strained, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open as Yunho complies with a whimper.

He's spent and overstimulated, but Hongjoong is right. He needs to make Hongjoong come more than he's ever needed anything in his entire life. The slide is so much wetter now as Yunho fucks his own release back into Hongjoong, and it sets of some sort of primal need in him to mark him like this. He lets go of one of Hongjoong's legs in favor of wrapping his hand over Hongjoong's cock, its pace frantic from the start as he strokes his wet length.

When Hongjoong arches off of the bed as he spills over Yunho's fist moments later, the breath is nearly knocked out of Yunho with how tight Hongjoong clenches around him. He fucks him through it as best he can, movements short and aborted with his newly restricted movement, but Hongjoong blessedly seems satisfied anyway as he slumps bonelessly against the bed.

Yunho gently eases out of him, patting himself on the back a little bit for making it through the near unbearable overstimulation to get to this point. He's embarrassingly endeared by the grimace Hongjoong makes at the loss, or maybe at the unpleasant sensation of Yunho's come leaking from him.

Yunho only stares for as long as he thinks he can get away with, because Hongjoong is bewitching like this, but he's suffered through just about his limit of humiliating events for the evening without getting caught now. Instead he sneaks to his bathroom to wet a hand towel and trod obediently back to Hongjoong's side. He's sprawled exactly where Yunho had left him moments earlier, but he does deign to peek an eye open at the sudden presence at his side. He eyes the towel in Yunho's hand skeptically.

"That's not going to cut it," he decides, eye slipping shut again. Without missing a beat, eyes still closed, he lifts his arms up in the air and makes aimless grabby hands toward the ceiling. "Carry me to the shower."

Yunho manages to obey even when he feels like his limbs are jelly, worse than after even the most intense dance practice. He regrets not having an actual bath tub for Hongjoong to slip into, because even once he's been shuffled back to his own two feet on the cool tile of the shower, his eyes stay closed and the scrunch of mild discomfort lingers around his mouth and nose. He's uncharacteristically touchy and pliant regardless, staying stubbornly slumped with his arms linked around Yunho's shoulders by way of holding himself up even as he makes Yunho struggle through the effort of attempting to actually wash Hongjoong's body for him.

He doesn't exactly help Yunho's efforts to clean himself off, leaning heavier into Yunho by the moment. It's nearly impossible, but he gets through it as best he can before hauling Hongjoong to reluctantly sit on the closed seat of Yunho's toilet for him to towel the both of them off, even if Hongjoong just pouts sullenly from the moment he's left to his own devices to stay upright. Yunho doesn't let him suffer the injustice for long, bending to princess carry him back to the bed now that the feeling is slowly creeping back into his limbs.

"There, was that so hard," Hongjoong slurs with an uncoordinated pat to the side of Yunho's face.

Yunho snorts. "Of course not, hyung," he lies fondly. "Are… are you staying over?"

"Let's see," Hongjoong laughs, sleepily listing his options out on his fingers. "Stay here in your warm bed with you, or go home and face endless torture from my two terrible roommates about everything that happened tonight?"

"Come on, Jongho's not so bad," Yunho reasons through the goofy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"When he teams up with Wooyoungie, he's the worst one of all," Hongjoong protests with a sense of finality that has Yunho pressing a peal of giddy laughter into his shoulder.

He lets Yunho cuddle up to him, doesn't object when he wraps himself around Hongjoong like an octopus. It's a far cry from their norm, where any attempt Yunho makes to put his hands on Hongjoong is met with Hongjoong swiftly dodging his touch or shoving his hands away, though Hongjoong has always notably been happy to be the one doing the touching. He doesn't even call Yunho out when he tangles their feet together, playing footsie under the covers as they share Yunho's sad solitary pillow.

"Okay, but what about the kitchen? Shouldn't we go back to deal with that, at the very least?" Wooyoung might literally kill him if he didn't.

"I'll protect you," Hongjoong says flippantly, waving his hand in dismissal.

Yunho presses his smile into the back of Hongjoong's warm neck. "Okay. And I'll shelter you here when he comes after you instead."

"Deal," Hongjoong murmurs, breath nearly instantaneously evening out in sleep. Must be nice, to be so wholly fearless of Wooyoung's wrath. Though after tonight, and with Hongjoong asleep in his arms, Yunho feels pretty damn nearly invincible.