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Yunho dropped his phone face-down on the practice room floor with a dull thud, exhaling sharply through his nose. The screen hadn’t cracked, thank god, but the sound still made Hongjoong glance up from his notebook, one eyebrow arched. "You good?"

"Yeah," Yunho lied, rubbing his palms against his sweatpants. The YouTube video he’d just closed out of had been titled ‘How to Kiss Like You Mean It,’ and the irony wasn’t lost on him. Twenty-two years old, three years into idol life, and he still hadn’t figured out how to press his lips to someone else’s without feeling like a malfunctioning robot.

Hongjoong's gaze lingered a beat too long, sharp enough to make Yunho shift uncomfortably. The leader tilted his head, tapping his pen against the notebook, a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched the way Yunho's pulse stuttered under his skin. "You're a terrible liar," Hongjoong said finally, voice low. "Worse than Mingi."

Yunho scoffed, but it came out weak. He reached for his phone, thumb hovering over the screen like he could wipe away the last ten minutes. "It's nothing. Just... dumb shit."

"Dumb shit that's got you looking like you swallowed a lemon." Hongjoong snapped his notebook shut and stretched his arms and legs out. The movement made his oversized sweater ride up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin above his waistband, Yunho's eyes caught on it before he could stop himself. "Spill," Hongjoong added, softer now. "Hyung privilege."

The word ‘hyung’ did something complicated to Yunho's stomach. He swallowed. "It's embarrassing."

Hongjoong's smirk was slow, deliberate, the kind that made Yunho feel like he was being dissected without a scalpel. "Embarrassing is my specialty," he said, leaning forward just enough to make the space between them feel smaller. "Try me."

Yunho's throat worked around nothing. The practice room suddenly felt too warm, the mirrors reflecting back his own wide-eyed expression, caught between wanting to bolt and wanting to sink into the floor. "I—" He swallowed again. "I've never kissed anyone."

There. It was out. The confession hung between them, heavier than it had any right to be. Hongjoong didn't laugh, though. He didn't even blink. Instead, he tilted his head the other way, considering, like Yunho had just handed him a puzzle instead of a confession. "Huh," he said after a beat. "That's not embarrassing."

"Yeah but it makes me feel like I'm failing at being an adult," Yunho muttered, picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. The silence stretched, thick with something he couldn't name, until Hongjoong exhaled sharply through his nose, not a laugh, but close.

Hongjoong shifted, uncrossing his ankles to plant both feet flat on the floor, leaning back on his hands. "Failing at being an adult," he echoed, rolling the words around like they were something to taste. "You think kissing is what makes someone an adult?"

Yunho opened his mouth, then closed it. The question wasn’t mocking, Hongjoong sounded genuinely curious, like he was turning the idea over in his hands to examine it from all angles. "I don’t know," Yunho admitted finally. "But everyone else seems to have it figured out."

"Everyone else is lying," Hongjoong said, so matter-of-fact that Yunho almost laughed. "Half the people you’re comparing yourself to are probably inexperienced too." He leaned forward, arms now wrapped around his knees, and Yunho could see the faintest silver glint from the hoops in his ears. "You’re not failing. You’re just… unpracticed."

Yunho snorted. "Unpracticed. That’s one way to put it."

Hongjoong’s fingers drummed against his knee, a quick staccato that matched the way Yunho’s pulse was rabbiting in his throat. "Unpracticed," Hongjoong repeated, slower this time, like he was savoring the word. His gaze flicked down, just for a second, to Yunho’s mouth before snapping back up. "That’s fixable."

Yunho’s breath hitched. "What?"

Hongjoong shrugged, casual as anything, except for the way his fingers stilled. "You want to learn, don’t you?"

The question hung between them, weighted. Yunho’s tongue felt too thick in his mouth. "I—yeah. Obviously." He swallowed. "But it’s not like I can just—"

Hongjoong cut him off with a wave of his hand, already rising from the floor with the effortless grace Yunho had always envied. "Exactly," he said, stretching his arms overhead until his sweater rode up even higher, revealing the sharp jut of his hipbones. "You can't just *practice* kissing without a partner." He paused, letting the words settle between them like dust motes in the late afternoon sunlight. "Unless you've got someone lined up?"

Yunho's ears burned. "No," he muttered, staring resolutely at his own knees. The idea of confessing this to anyone else, let alone asking someone to…help…made his stomach twist into knots. "I wouldn’t even know how to ask."

Hongjoong hummed, stepping closer until the toes of his sneakers nudged Yunho's sprawled legs. "Good thing you’ve got me, then." He said it so casually, like he was offering to spot Yunho at the gym, not, whatever this was.

Yunho’s head snapped up. Hongjoong was watching him with that same considering look, half-lidded and heavy, like he was waiting to see how far Yunho would bend before breaking. "Hyung," Yunho started, then stopped, his throat dry. "You don’t have to—"

Hongjoong crouched down in front of Yunho, balancing effortlessly on the balls of his feet, close enough that Yunho could smell the faint citrus of his shampoo. "I know I don’t have to," he said, voice dropping into something lower, more intimate than the empty practice room warranted. "But if you want to learn, I can teach you." His fingers toyed with the hem of his sweater, casual, like he wasn’t rewriting the rules between them with every word. "Unless you’d rather figure it out by watching YouTube tutorials all night."

Yunho’s laugh came out shaky. "That’s not fair." He dragged a hand through his hair, fingers catching in the damp strands at his nape. Hongjoong’s gaze tracked the movement, lingering at the exposed line of Yunho’s throat before flicking back up. The air between them felt charged, thick with something Yunho couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore either. "You’re serious?"

Hongjoong’s smirk softened at the edges, just barely. "When am I not?" He reached out, slow enough that Yunho could pull away if he wanted to, and brushed a thumb over the curve of Yunho’s bottom lip. The touch was feather-light, barely there, but Yunho’s breath stuttered anyway. "Relax," Hongjoong murmured. "It’s just kissing. Not a performance."

Yunho swallowed hard, his pulse a frantic thing under his skin. "Easy for you to say." His voice came out rough, uneven. Hongjoong’s thumb still hovered near his mouth, close enough that Yunho could feel the warmth of it. "You’ve probably done this a bunch of times."

Hongjoong’s thumb stilled against Yunho’s lip, his smirk deepening into something more deliberate, like he knew exactly how Yunho’s heartbeat was thudding against his ribs. "A bunch of times?" he echoed, voice dropping into a lazy drawl. "Maybe." The pad of his thumb pressed down, just enough to feel the softness of Yunho’s mouth part under it. "But everyone starts somewhere."

Yunho’s exhale trembled. Hongjoong was close enough that he could count the faint freckles dusted across his nose, could see the way his lashes cast shadows when he blinked slow, deliberate. "So," Yunho managed, voice too tight, "how… how do we start?"

Hongjoong’s hand slid from Yunho’s mouth to cradle his jaw instead, fingers warm and firm against his skin. "Like this," he murmured, tilting Yunho’s chin up with a practiced ease that sent a shiver down his spine. "Don’t think. Just feel." He leaned in, slow enough that Yunho could have counted each uneven breath between them, and brushed his lips against Yunho’s, once, twice, feather-light, testing.

The touch was barely there, but Yunho’s hands clenched in his lap, knuckles white. It wasn’t the fireworks he’d imagined, just warmth, softness, the faintest hint of Hongjoong’s mint chapstick. And then Hongjoong pulled back, just enough to meet Yunho’s dazed gaze. "See?" he said, thumb stroking absently along Yunho’s cheekbone. "Not so hard."

Yunho’s pulse was a wild, hummingbird-fast thing beneath his skin, his lips tingling where Hongjoong’s had just been. He blinked, slow, as if his brain needed time to catch up with the reality of what had just happened, the warmth of Hongjoong’s fingers still cradling his jaw, the lingering taste of mint sharp on his tongue. "That—" His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "That was it?"

Hongjoong’s chuckle was low, his thumb tracing idle circles along Yunho’s cheekbone. "That was the warm-up," he corrected, voice dipping into something darker, more playful. His eyes flicked down to Yunho’s mouth again, lingering there like he was mapping out his next move. "Kissing’s like dancing. You don’t start with the hard moves." His fingers tightened slightly, tilting Yunho’s face up further. "You wanna try again?"

Yunho’s breath hitched. He nodded, too quick, too eager, and Hongjoong’s smirk deepened. "Words, Yunho-ya," he murmured, leaning in close enough that Yunho could feel the warmth of his breath against his lips. "Tell me what you want."

The command sent a shiver down Yunho’s spine, his stomach swooping low. He swallowed, forcing the word out past the dryness in his throat. "Yes."

Hongjoong's smile was slow, deliberate, the kind that made Yunho's pulse stutter in his throat. "Good," he murmured, fingers tightening fractionally against Yunho's jaw. His thumb brushed the corner of Yunho’s mouth, lingering there like a brand. "Now breathe. You’re holding your breath like you’re about to dive underwater."

Yunho exhaled shakily, unaware he’d been holding his breath at all. The air between them felt charged, thick with something he couldn’t name, anticipation, maybe, or the dizzying realization that this was happening, that Hongjoong’s lips had been on his, soft and teasing and nothing like he’d imagined.

"Better," Hongjoong said, tilting Yunho’s chin up just a fraction higher. His other hand settled on Yunho’s knee, warm through the fabric of his sweatpants, fingers curling loosely around the muscle there. "This time," he continued, voice dropping into something lower, rougher, "try moving with me. Don’t just let it happen to you."

Yunho swallowed hard. His hands, useless in his lap, twitched like he wasn’t sure where to put them. "How do I—?"

Hongjoong’s fingers tightened around Yunho’s knee, his touch grounding in a way that made Yunho’s breath stutter. "Like this," Hongjoong murmured, shifting closer until their legs touched, the heat of him seeping through Yunho’s sweatpants. His free hand slid up to cradle the back of Yunho’s neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair. "Touch me back," he said, voice rough with something Yunho had never heard from him before. "You’re allowed."

Yunho’s hands hovered uncertainly before settling tentatively on Hongjoong’s waist, fingers brushing the exposed sliver of skin where his sweater had ridden up. The contact sent a jolt through him, Hongjoong’s skin was warm, smooth under his fingertips, and the way his muscles tensed at the touch made Yunho’s throat go dry. "Hyung," he breathed, the word barely audible.

Hongjoong hummed, leaning in until their foreheads brushed, his breath warm against Yunho’s parted lips. "There you go," he murmured, thumb stroking the nape of Yunho’s neck in slow circles. "Now, when I kiss you—" His lips brushed Yunho’s, light as a whisper, "—press back. Just a little."

This time, when Hongjoong kissed him, Yunho didn’t freeze. He leaned into it, mimicking the gentle pressure of Hongjoong’s mouth against his, hesitantly at first, then with more confidence when Hongjoong made a low, approving sound in the back of his throat. The kiss was slow, exploratory, nothing like the frantic, messy things Yunho had seen in movies. Hongjoong’s lips were soft, moving against his with a practiced ease that made Yunho’s head spin.

Yunho’s fingers tightened against Hongjoong’s waist, the fabric of his sweater bunching under his grip as the kiss deepened, not by much, but enough that he could feel the shift in pressure, the way Hongjoong’s lips parted just slightly, inviting. His pulse hammered in his throat, loud enough that he was sure Hongjoong could hear it. When Hongjoong’s tongue brushed lightly against his bottom lip, Yunho jerked back instinctively, eyes flying open.

Hongjoong didn’t look offended. If anything, his smirk deepened, thumb tracing the curve of Yunho’s lower lip where it had just been touched. "Too much?" he asked, voice low and teasing, but not unkind.

Yunho swallowed, his face burning. "I—just wasn’t expecting it." His fingers flexed against Hongjoong’s waist, grounding himself in the solid warmth beneath his palms. "Do it again?"

Hongjoong’s laugh was quiet, breathy, his fingers tightening in Yunho’s hair. "Demanding," he murmured, but he leaned in again without hesitation, his lips slotting against Yunho’s with an ease that made his stomach flip. This time, when Hongjoong’s tongue traced the seam of his lips, Yunho parted them tentatively, letting out a shaky breath as Hongjoong licked into his mouth, slow, deliberate, like he was giving Yunho time to adjust.

The sensation was overwhelming, warmth, wetness, the faint taste of mint mingling with something uniquely Hongjoong that Yunho couldn’t name. His fingers dug into the leader’s waist, anchoring himself as Hongjoong’s tongue slid against his own in a slow, exploratory drag. Yunho made a noise, low in his throat, half surprise and half something else entirely, and Hongjoong pulled back just enough to smirk against his lips. "Breathe," he reminded him, voice rough around the edges, and Yunho realized he’d been holding his breath again. He exhaled shakily, his lungs burning, and Hongjoong took the opportunity to lick back into his mouth, deeper this time, his fingers tightening in Yunho’s hair to tilt his head just so.

Yunho had imagined kissing before, of course he had, but none of his hazy daydreams had prepared him for the reality of Hongjoong’s mouth hot and insistent against his, the way his body seemed to thrum with every brush of their tongues. He tried to mimic the movement, tentative at first, then bolder when Hongjoong groaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating against Yunho’s lips like a live wire. Encouraged, Yunho slid his hands up Hongjoong’s back, fingers tracing the knobs of his spine through the thin fabric of his sweater, and Hongjoong shuddered, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against Yunho’s with a quiet laugh.

"Fuck," Hongjoong breathed, his voice uncharacteristically unsteady. His thumb stroked Yunho’s cheekbone, slow and absent, like he couldn’t stop touching him now that he’d started. "You’re a fast learner."

Yunho’s face burned, his lips tingling where Hongjoong’s had been. "I—" He swallowed, his throat dry. "Was that—good?"

Hongjoong's laugh was breathless, his fingers still tangled in Yunho's hair, thumb tracing the shell of his ear in a way that made Yunho shiver. "Good?" he echoed, voice rough around the edges. His lips were kiss-swollen, glistening slightly in the practice room's fluorescent lights. "You tell me." He leaned in again, brushing his nose against Yunho's, close enough that their breaths mingled. "Did you like it?"

Yunho's pulse stuttered. The question shouldn’t have been so hard to answer, but his throat tightened around the words. He nodded instead, quick and jerky, and Hongjoong’s smirk softened at the edges, something almost fond flickering in his gaze. "Words, Yunho-ya," he murmured, his thumb pressing gently against Yunho’s bottom lip. "Don’t make me guess."

"Yes," Yunho managed, voice cracking. He cleared his throat, fingers flexing against Hongjoong’s waist where they’d settled. "I—yes. I liked it." The admission felt too loud in the quiet of the practice room, the mirrors reflecting back the flush creeping up his neck.

Hongjoong hummed, pleased, his fingers carding through Yunho’s hair in a slow, absent rhythm. "Good," he said again, softer this time. His other hand slid down from Yunho’s knee to curl loosely around his wrist, thumb pressing against the rapid flutter of his pulse there. "Your heart’s going crazy," he murmured, tilting his head like he was studying a particularly interesting piece of music. "Nervous?"

Yunho’s pulse jumped under Hongjoong’s fingers, betraying him completely. "A little," he admitted, the words scraping out of his throat. Hongjoong’s thumb stroked his wrist in slow, deliberate circles, the touch grounding and maddening all at once. "It’s—new."

Hongjoong’s lips curled, his gaze dropping to Yunho’s mouth again, lingering there like he was deciding whether to dive back in. "New is good," he murmured, shifting closer until he was practically in Yunho’s lap, the heat of him seeping through fabric. His fingers tightened around Yunho’s wrist, tugging it gently until Yunho’s palm settled flat against his chest right over his heartbeat. "Feel that?" Hongjoong’s voice was low, rough at the edges. "You’re not the only one."

Yunho’s breath hitched. Beneath his fingertips, Hongjoong’s heart thrummed fast and steady, a mirror to his own frantic rhythm. The realization, that Hongjoong was affected too, that this wasn’t just some detached lesson, sent a jolt through him, electric and dizzying. His fingers flexed instinctively against Hongjoong’s sweater, gripping the fabric as if to anchor himself. "Hyung," he started, then faltered, unsure what to even say.

Hongjoong saved him the trouble. His free hand slid up to cradle Yunho’s jaw again, tilting his face up with an easy confidence that made Yunho’s stomach flip. "Tell me what you want," he murmured, his thumb brushing the curve of Yunho’s bottom lip. The command was soft but firm, leaving no room for evasion. "Do you want to learn more? Or are we done?"

Yunho’s fingers twitched against Hongjoong’s sweater, his throat working around the word ‘more’ before he could force it out. The admission felt like stepping off a ledge,,terrifying, exhilarating, irreversible. "More," he breathed, barely audible, but Hongjoong heard it anyway. His smirk deepened, fingers tightening in Yunho’s hair as he leaned in.

"Good answer," Hongjoong murmured, his breath warm against Yunho’s lips before he closed the distance between them again. This kiss wasn’t tentative or exploratory, it was deliberate, hungry, Hongjoong’s tongue sliding against Yunho’s with a confidence that made his knees weak even though he was already sitting down. Yunho’s grip on Hongjoong’s waist tightened instinctively, pulling him closer until their chests pressed together, the heat between them searing through layers of fabric.

Hongjoong made a low, approving sound in the back of his throat, his free hand sliding down to grip Yunho’s thigh, fingers digging in just enough to leave bruises. The sting of it grounded Yunho, kept him from floating away on the dizzying sensation of Hongjoong’s mouth moving against his, hot and insistent. He’d never been touched like this, it’s like Hongjoong wanted to consume him, to map out every inch of his mouth and memorize the taste.

When Hongjoong finally pulled back, Yunho chased him instinctively, a whine catching in his throat before he could swallow it down. Hongjoong laughed, breathless, his thumb swiping across Yunho’s swollen lower lip. "Greedy," he teased, but there was no reproach in it, just a dark, pleased edge that sent a shiver down Yunho’s spine. "You’re catching on faster than I expected."

The mirrors along the practice room walls reflected Yunho’s flushed face back at him, his lips tingling and slightly parted as he struggled to catch his breath. Hongjoong’s fingers were still tangled in his hair, loose but possessive, his thumb occasionally brushing the shell of Yunho’s ear in a way that made his pulse skip. "You’re—" Yunho started, then stopped, his voice rough. He swallowed. "You’re really good at this."

Hongjoong’s smirk was lazy, self-satisfied, his free hand still gripping Yunho’s thigh like he owned it. "Practice," he said simply, shrugging one shoulder like it didn’t matter, like the way Yunho was staring at his mouth, dazed and wanting, was just another Tuesday. His thumb traced the curve of Yunho’s bottom lip again, slower this time, deliberate. "But you’re not bad yourself. For a beginner."

The praise, casual as it was, sent warmth pooling low in Yunho’s stomach. He shifted, suddenly hyperaware of how close Hongjoong still was, the heat of his body, the way his sweater had ridden up even further, revealing the sharp cut of his hipbones. Yunho’s fingers twitched against Hongjoong’s waist, itching to slide under the fabric and trace the skin there, but he hesitated, unsure if he was allowed.

Hongjoong noticed. Of course he did. His fingers tightened in Yunho’s hair, tilting his head back just enough to meet his gaze. "What?" he murmured, voice dropping into something lower, rougher. "Want something?"

Yunho's throat clicked as he swallowed, his fingers flexing against Hongjoong’s waist where the sweater had ridden up. The strip of exposed skin beneath his fingertips was warm, smooth—tantalizing. "I—" His voice came out hoarse, uncertain. "Can I—?"

Hongjoong’s smirk curled at the edges, his grip in Yunho’s hair tightening just enough to make his scalp tingle. "What do you want?"

The question hung between them, thick with implication. Yunho’s pulse hammered in his throat, his fingers twitching against Hongjoong’s hipbone. "To touch you," he admitted, the words scraping out raw. "Properly… can I?”

Hongjoong’s exhale was sharp, amused, his thumb stroking the hinge of Yunho’s jaw. "Properly," he echoed, voice dripping with lazy provocation. "And what does ‘properly’ mean to you, huh?" He shifted, deliberately rolling his hips forward until their bodies pressed flush together, the heat between them unmistakable. Yunho’s breath hitched, his grip on Hongjoong’s waist turning vice-like.

Hongjoong’s smirk deepened as Yunho’s fingers dug into his waist, the fabric of his sweater bunching under the desperate grip. "You’re thinking too much," he murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of Yunho’s ear. His breath was warm, sending a shiver down Yunho’s spine. "Just do what feels right."

Yunho swallowed hard, his pulse roaring in his ears. The permission, no, the ‘invitation,’ was intoxicating. His hands slid tentatively under Hongjoong’s sweater, fingertips skimming over the warm, smooth skin of his waist. The way Hongjoong’s muscles tensed under his touch, the sharp intake of breath against his ear, it was intoxicating, knowing he could pull that reaction from someone like Hongjoong.

Hongjoong’s fingers tightened in Yunho’s hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp. "Better," he purred, pulling back to meet Yunho’s dazed gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, and Yunho realized with a jolt that he’d done that. Hongjoong’s free hand slid up Yunho’s thigh, fingers digging in possessively. "Now—" He tilted Yunho’s chin up with his thumb, lips hovering just a breath away. "Kiss me like you mean it."

The command sent a jolt of heat straight to Yunho’s core. This time, when their lips met, there was no hesitation, Yunho kissed him like he’d been starving for it, one hand splayed against the small of Hongjoong’s back to pull him closer. Hongjoong groaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against Yunho’s lips as his tongue slid against Yunho’s with practiced ease.

Hongjoong’s sweater rode up further under Yunho’s wandering hands, the fabric catching between them as Yunho traced the dip of his spine with trembling fingers. The skin there was warm, slightly damp from practice, and Yunho marveled at the way Hongjoong arched into the touch, like a cat seeking sunlight, effortless and unguarded. The leader’s mouth was hot against his, tongue licking into him with a rhythm that made Yunho’s thighs tense. When Hongjoong bit down lightly on his lower lip, Yunho gasped, fingers digging into the lean muscle of Hongjoong’s back hard enough to leave crescents.

"Hyung—" Yunho’s voice cracked, the honorific muffled against Hongjoong’s mouth. He’d never heard himself sound like that, wrecked, wanting, like every nerve ending was live wire.

Hongjoong pulled back just enough to smirk, his thumb swiping over Yunho’s spit-slick bottom lip. "You keep saying that," he murmured, voice rough at the edges. His hips rolled forward deliberately, the friction drawing a choked noise from Yunho’s throat. "Like you’re surprised it’s me."

Yunho’s breath hitched. He was surprised, not just by the heat of Hongjoong’s body pressed against his, but by the way his own hands seemed to move without permission, mapping the sharp angles of Hongjoong’s waist like he was memorizing them. "I—" He swallowed hard, fingers flexing against Hongjoong’s hipbones. "You’re just—"

Hongjoong waited, his thumb still tracing Yunho’s lower lip, the silence stretching between them, taut, expectant. Yunho’s fingers flexed against his hips, unsure whether to push or pull, his thoughts tangled in the way Hongjoong’s breath hitched when Yunho’s nails scraped lightly over his skin.

"You’re just what?" Hongjoong prompted, voice low and teasing, but Yunho caught the flicker of something else beneath it, curiosity, maybe. Vulnerability.

"Different," Yunho blurted, then winced at his own clumsiness. Hongjoong’s eyebrow arched, but Yunho hurried on, fingers tightening reflexively. "Not—not in a bad way. Just. When I imagined—" His throat closed around the admission, heat crawling up his neck.

Hongjoong’s smirk softened, his thumb pressing gently against Yunho’s lip to silence him. "You imagined this?" he murmured, shifting closer until their foreheads brushed. His breath was warm against Yunho’s mouth, mint and something darker, sweeter. "Me?"

Yunho’s pulse stuttered. The question hung between them, charged and undeniable. He hadn’t meant to say that. But now, with Hongjoong’s gaze locked onto his, dark and searching, there was no taking it back.

"Yeah," Yunho admitted, voice rough. His fingers flexed against Hongjoong’s hips, anchoring himself. "Sometimes."

Hongjoong’s exhale was slow, deliberate, his thumb tracing the curve of Yunho’s lip like he was committing the shape to memory. "Sometimes," he echoed, voice dripping with amusement. But there was something else there too, a flicker of warmth, satisfaction, like Yunho had handed him a secret without realizing it. "What else did you imagine?"

The question shouldn’t have been so dangerous, but it sent a bolt of heat straight to Yunho’s core. His throat tightened, his grip on Hongjoong’s waist turning vice-like. "I—" He swallowed, the words sticking. "Nothing specific. Just—"

Hongjoong’s fingers tightened in Yunho’s hair, pulling just enough to tilt his head back further, exposing the long line of his throat. "Liar," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Yunho’s ear before trailing down to the sensitive skin beneath his jaw. His teeth grazed the spot lightly, and Yunho shuddered, his grip on Hongjoong’s hips turning bruising. "Tell me," Hongjoong breathed, tongue flicking against Yunho’s pulse point. "Or do I have to guess?"

Yunho’s breath hitched, his hips jerking forward of their own accord as Hongjoong’s teeth pressed harder against his throat. The sharp sting of it sent a jolt of heat straight to his core, his thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. "I—" He swallowed hard, fingers digging into Hongjoong’s waist as if to ground himself. "You—on your knees," he blurted, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

Hongjoong stilled. For a heartbeat, the only sound in the practice room was Yunho’s ragged breathing and the distant hum of the air conditioning. Then Hongjoong pulled back just enough to meet Yunho’s gaze, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Yeah?" he murmured, voice rough around the edges. His thumb traced the curve of Yunho’s bottom lip again, slow and deliberate. "That what you want? Me on my knees for you?"

The image of Hongjoong’s sharp eyes looking up at him from beneath his lashes, his lips parted, his fingers curled around Yunho’s thighs, flashed through Yunho’s mind with startling clarity. His face burned, but he didn’t look away, didn’t deny it. "Yes," he admitted, voice cracking on the single syllable.

Hongjoong’s exhale was slow, deliberate, his fingers still tangled in Yunho’s hair like a brand. The air between them thickened with something electric, tension, anticipation, the unspoken weight of Yunho’s admission hanging heavy between them. “Stand up.”

Then, without breaking eye contact, Hongjoong slid off Yunho’s lap and onto the practice room floor, knees hitting the polished wood with a soft thud.

The sight of him there, kneeling between Yunho’s spread legs, hands resting casually on his own thighs, sent a jolt of heat straight to Yunho’s core. Hongjoong’s smirk was infuriatingly self-assured, like he’d known this was coming all along. "Like this?" he purred, tilting his head just enough to emphasize the curve of his throat, the way his collarbones peeked from beneath his rumpled sweater.

Yunho’s breath caught, his fingers twitching against his own thighs. He hadn’t expected…well, he hadn’t expected this. Not Hongjoong’s easy compliance, not the way his gaze darkened as he trailed his hands up Yunho’s legs, fingers skimming the inseam of his sweatpants with deliberate slowness. "Hyung," Yunho managed, voice cracking.

Hongjoong’s fingers paused, curling possessively around the meat of Yunho’s inner thigh. "You wanted to learn more right," he reminded him, voice low and teasing. His thumb pressed into the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to make Yunho’s breath stutter. "Changed your mind?"

Yunho shook his head quickly, fingers digging into the fabric of his sweatpants. "No," he rasped, pulse hammering so hard he could feel it in his temples. Hongjoong’s smirk deepened, his hands sliding higher up Yunho’s thighs, the heat of his palms searing through the thin material.

"Good," Hongjoong murmured, fingers hooking into the waistband of Yunho’s sweats. His touch was deliberate, agonizingly slow as he tugged the fabric down just enough to reveal the flushed skin of Yunho’s hips. The cool air of the practice room made Yunho shiver, but Hongjoong’s breath was warm against his bare stomach as he leaned in, lips brushing the taut plane of muscle there.

Yunho’s breath hitched when Hongjoong’s teeth grazed his hipbone, the sharp sting sending a jolt of heat straight to his already straining erection. "Fuck—" he choked out, hips jerking forward involuntarily. Hongjoong hummed against his skin, the vibration making Yunho’s thighs tremble.

"Patience," Hongjoong chided, nipping lightly at the same spot before soothing it with his tongue. His hands slid back down to grip Yunho’s thighs, holding him in place against the wall as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the trail of hair leading downward. Yunho’s fingers slipped into Hongjoong’s hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Yunho's grip on Hongjoong's hair tightened when the leader's lips brushed the waistband of his briefs, his breath hot against the damp fabric. The anticipation coiled tight in his stomach, his hips twitching forward instinctively, only for Hongjoong's hands to push back on his thighs, pinning him to where he stood with effortless strength. "Ah-ah," Hongjoong murmured, tilting his head up to meet Yunho's dazed gaze. His smirk was wicked, eyes dark with intent. "Did I say you could move?"

The reprimand sent a shiver down Yunho's spine, his pulse kicking into overdrive. He shook his head mutely, fingers flexing against Hongjoong's shoulders as the leader deliberately nuzzled the strained outline of Yunho's cock through his briefs, inhaling sharply at the scent of salt and heat. "Hyung—" Yunho choked out, thighs trembling under Hongjoong's grip.

"Tell me," Hongjoong murmured against the fabric, tongue tracing the wet patch already forming. His thumbs dug into the sensitive skin of Yunho's inner thighs, just shy of painful. "What did you imagine I'd do next? Hmm?" The vibration of his voice against Yunho's clothed erection drew a broken noise from Yunho's throat, his hips jerking despite the warning grip.

Yunho's thoughts scrambled, had he imagined this? The reality of Hongjoong's mouth so close, the teasing drag of his teeth over the elastic of Yunho's waistband, was infinitely more overwhelming than any hazy fantasy. "You—" he gasped, fingers tangling in Hongjoong's hair. "Sucking me off. Fuck—"

Hongjoong's chuckle was dark, pleased, his breath fanning hot against Yunho's trapped cock. "Straight to the point," he murmured, fingers tightening possessively around Yunho's thighs. "I like that." His teeth caught the waistband of Yunho's briefs, tugging them down just enough to expose the flushed head of his erection, already glistening at the tip. The cold air made Yunho gasp, but Hongjoong's mouth was hotter, closing around him without warning, slow, wet, devastating.

Yunho's back arched off the wall, a strangled noise tearing from his throat as Hongjoong's tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before sinking deeper. The heat was unbearable, the suction tight and perfect, and Yunho's fingers scrambled against Hongjoong's scalp, torn between pushing him away and holding him there forever. Hongjoong hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to Yunho's toes, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily, only for Hongjoong's hands to slam him back, nails digging into his skin.

"Stay still," Hongjoong ordered, pulling off just long enough to lick a stripe up Yunho's shaft, eyes gleaming with challenge. His lips were slick, swollen, and the sight of him like that, kneeling between Yunho's legs, mouth wet and knowing, sent another jolt of heat through Yunho's veins. "Unless you want me to stop?"

Yunho shook his head frantically, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "No—don't—" His voice cracked, fingers tightening in Hongjoong's hair. "Please."

Hongjoong’s smirk was downright sinful as he leaned in again, tongue flicking against the underside of Yunho’s cock in a slow, torturous lick that had Yunho’s thighs shaking. "Good," he murmured, breath hot against wet skin before taking Yunho deep again, swallowing around him with practiced ease. The tight heat of Hongjoong’s mouth was overwhelming, the slide of his tongue relentless, and Yunho’s grip on his hair turned desperate, his hips twitching forward despite Hongjoong’s earlier warning.

This time, Hongjoong let him. His hands slid up to grip Yunho’s hips instead, fingers digging into the sharp bones there as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Yunho’s vision white out for a second. The wet, filthy sound of Hongjoong’s mouth working him over filled the practice room, mingling with Yunho’s ragged gasps and the occasional choked-off moan. Hongjoong’s eyelashes fluttered as he glanced up, meeting Yunho’s dazed gaze with dark, knowing eyes, and the sight of him, lips stretched obscenely around Yunho’s cock, cheeks hollowed, was almost too much to bear.

"Hyung—" Yunho gasped, fingers tightening in Hongjoong’s hair as the leader’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the slit before sinking back down. The heat was unbearable, the suction tight and perfect, and Yunho could feel the tension coiling low in his stomach, his thighs trembling with the effort to hold still. "I’m—close—"

Hongjoong hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt straight to Yunho’s core, and then he pulled off entirely, lips glistening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Yunho whined at the loss, hips jerking forward instinctively, but Hongjoong’s grip on his hips held firm. "Not yet," he murmured, voice rough with arousal. His thumb swiped over the head of Yunho’s cock, smearing precome down the shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke that made Yunho shudder. "I want to hear you beg first."

Yunho's breath hitched, the denial sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through him. "Hongjoong—" The name spilled out ragged, edged with desperation as Hongjoong's fingers tightened around the base of his cock, squeezing just enough to make Yunho's vision blur.

"I thought we’ve learned by now… use your words," Hongjoong murmured, thumb circling the slick head lazily. His other hand slid up Yunho’s thigh, nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Tell me what you want."

The practiced nonchalance in his voice, like they had all the time in the world, drove Yunho wild. His hips twitched forward, chasing the fleeting friction, but Hongjoong’s grip was unyielding. "Fuck—please," Yunho gasped, fingers twisting in Hongjoong’s hair. "Please let me—"

Hongjoong’s smirk was slow, predatory. He leaned in, breath ghosting over Yunho’s straining cock. "Let you what?" he prompted, tongue flicking out to trace the swollen vein underneath. The touch was featherlight, teasing, and Yunho choked on a groan.

Yunho's fingers tightened in Hongjoong's hair, his breath coming in ragged bursts as the leader's tongue traced maddening circles around the head of his cock without giving him the pressure he craved. "Let me cum," he gasped, voice cracking under the strain of holding back. His thighs trembled, sweat dampening the waistband of his briefs where they still clung to his hips. "Please, hyung—I need—"

Hongjoong's laugh was low, dark, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below the head. The sharp sting made Yunho jerk, a punched-out moan escaping his throat as Hongjoong's thumb pressed hard against the slit, smearing precome down his length. "Since you asked so nicely," Hongjoong murmured, breath hot against Yunho's flushed skin before taking him deep again, swallowing around him with deliberate, devastating pressure.

The sudden heat was too much, Yunho's back arched off the wall, his hips stuttering forward as Hongjoong's throat constricted around him, the wet suction pulling him impossibly deeper. Hongjoong's fingers dug into Yunho's thighs, anchoring him even as he allowed the shallow thrusts, his nose brushing the coarse hair at the base of Yunho's cock with every bob of his head. The slide was filthy, obscene, Hongjoong's lips stretched tight around him, and Yunho could feel the tension snapping like a rubber band stretched too far.

"Hyung—I'm—" Yunho's warning dissolved into a broken moan as Hongjoong hummed around him, the vibration ricocheting through his body like a live wire. His orgasm hit him like a train, white-hot and all-consuming, his fingers yanking Hongjoong's hair as he spilled down his throat with a choked cry. Hongjoong swallowed effortlessly, lips sealed tight around him until Yunho whimpered from oversensitivity, his thighs shaking violently.

Hongjoong pulled off with a slick pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sat back on his heels. His lips were reddened, swollen from use, and Yunho couldn’t tear his gaze away, not even when Hongjoong smirked up at him, one eyebrow arched in lazy satisfaction. "Good?" he asked, voice rough around the edges, and Yunho could only nod dumbly, his chest still heaving.

Hongjoong chuckled, pulling Yunho’s briefs and sweats back up, ushering him to sit back down. The movement was effortless, graceful, and Yunho’s breath caught when Hongjoong straddled his lap again, pressing close enough that Yunho could feel the heat of him through their clothes. "Words, Yunho-ya," Hongjoong murmured, thumb brushing the hinge of Yunho’s jaw. "I know you’ve got them."

Yunho swallowed hard, his voice scraped raw. "Yeah," he managed, fingers twitching against Hongjoong’s waist. "Really good."

Hongjoong’s smirk deepened, his hips rolling forward deliberately, and Yunho gasped when he felt the hard line of Hongjoong’s arousal pressed against his stomach. The realization, that Hongjoong was hard, that Yunho hadn’t even touched him, sent a fresh jolt of heat through him. His hands slid down to grip Hongjoong’s hips, thumbs digging into the sharp bones there. "Hyung," Yunho breathed, voice cracking. "You—"

Hongjoong’s laugh was low, breath ghosting over Yunho’s parted lips as he rocked forward again, the friction deliberate. "Me?" he echoed, fingers sliding into Yunho’s hair to tilt his head back. "What about me?" His hips rolled in a slow, teasing circle. Yunho’s grip tightened reflexively, his throat working as Hongjoong’s smirk curled at the edges. "Puppy cum to hard he can’t speak still?"

Yunho’s exhale shuddered out of him, his fingers flexing against Hongjoong’s hips. "You—" He swallowed, the words sticking. "You’re hard too."

Hongjoong’s thumb traced the curve of Yunho’s bottom lip, pressing in just enough to make Yunho gasp. "Observant," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. His other hand slid down to grip Yunho’s wrist, guiding it between them until Yunho’s palm flattened against the hard line of Hongjoong’s cock through his sweatpants. The heat was startling, the weight of him heavy even through the fabric, and Yunho’s breath hitched. "Fix it."

The command sent a jolt straight to Yunho’s core. His fingers twitched, unsure, but Hongjoong’s grip on his wrist tightened, guiding him insistently. "You know how," Hongjoong murmured, lips brushing the shell of Yunho’s ear. His breath was warm, sending shivers down Yunho’s spine. "Unless you need me to teach you that too?"

Yunho's fingers trembled against Hongjoong's waistband, the reality of the moment crashing over him, Hongjoong hot and hard beneath his palm, the fabric damp with precome where his thumb brushed. He swallowed hard, throat clicking, and Hongjoong chuckled darkly against his ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Scared?" he taunted, hips rolling forward to press himself more insistently into Yunho's grip.

"I—" Yunho's voice cracked. He wasn't scared. Not exactly. But the weight of Hongjoong in his hand, the way his breath hitched when Yunho's fingers flexed experimentally, it was overwhelming. Different from the hazy fantasies he'd entertained in the dark. Hongjoong was real, solid, his pulse thundering against Yunho's fingertips as he guided Yunho's hand beneath his waistband, past the elastic of his briefs.

The first brush of bare skin against Yunho's palm sent a jolt through him. Hongjoong was hot, silken and heavy, the slit of his cock already wet against Yunho's thumb. Hongjoong's breath stuttered, his grip on Yunho's wrist tightening almost painfully. "Fuck—" he hissed, hips jerking forward into the tentative touch. "Like that. Just—" His voice broke off as Yunho's fingers curled around him properly, the heat of him searing.

Hongjoong's forehead dropped to Yunho's shoulder, his breath coming in ragged bursts against Yunho's collarbone. The vulnerability of it, Hongjoong unraveling beneath his touch, sent a thrill through Yunho's veins. He tightened his grip experimentally, thumb swiping over the head just to hear Hongjoong gasp, sharp and punched-out.

Hongjoong's fingers dug into Yunho's shoulders, blunt nails leaving crescent moons in their wake as Yunho stroked him with growing confidence. The rhythm was uneven at first, Yunho’s grip too tight, his wrist twisting awkwardly, but Hongjoong’s breathy curses guided him, his hips canting forward to meet each stroke. "Slower," Hongjoong gasped against Yunho’s throat, teeth scraping skin. "Use your—fuck—your thumb—"

Yunho obeyed, dragging his thumb over the slick head on every upstroke, relishing the way Hongjoong shuddered, his thighs clamping around Yunho’s hips like a vice. The scent of salt and musk filled the space between them, heady and intimate, and Yunho found himself leaning in, mouth pressed to the damp hollow of Hongjoong’s throat where his pulse rabbited.

Hongjoong’s laugh was breathless, strained. "Getting bold," he managed, fingers tightening in Yunho’s hair. His hips stuttered when Yunho swiped his thumb harder over the slit, smearing precome down his length. "Where’d—ah—where’d shy Yunho go, huh?"

Yunho didn’t answer, too focused on the way Hongjoong’s breath hitched when he twisted his wrist just so, the way his cock jumped in Yunho’s palm. He’d never been this close to someone like this, close enough to feel the hitch in Hongjoong’s ribs when Yunho’s nails scraped lightly along the underside, close enough to taste the sweat at Hongjoong’s collarbone when he mouthed at the skin there.

Hongjoong's breath came in ragged bursts against Yunho's collarbone, his hips stuttering into Yunho’s grip as the friction built between them. The leader’s usual composure was fraying at the edges, his fingers trembled where they gripped Yunho’s shoulders, his teeth sinking into his own bottom lip to stifle a moan when Yunho’s thumb circled the head of his cock just right.

"Faster," Hongjoong gasped, the command cracking mid-word as Yunho obeyed without hesitation, tightening his grip and stroking him with firm, deliberate pulls. The wet slide of Hongjoong’s cock in his palm sent heat pooling low in Yunho’s stomach again, his own oversensitive arousal twitching at the sounds spilling from Hongjoong’s lips, whimpers, curses, Yunho’s name bitten off between sharp exhales.

Hongjoong’s thigh muscles trembled where they bracketed Yunho’s hips, his forehead pressed hard against Yunho’s shoulder like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. The vulnerability of it, Hongjoong coming undone in his lap, unraveling beneath his touch, sent a thrill through Yunho’s veins. He pressed his mouth to the sweat-damp skin of Hongjoong’s throat, tasting salt and the faint tang of cologne, and Hongjoong shuddered violently, his fingers twisting in Yunho’s hair.

"Close—" Hongjoong’s warning was strangled, his hips jerking erratically into Yunho’s fist. His breath hitched when Yunho swiped his thumb over the slit again, spreading the wetness leaking from the tip, and then Hongjoong was gasping, his entire body tensing as he came, hot stripes painting Yunho’s fingers, his lips parted in a silent cry.

Hongjoong slumped against Yunho’s chest, his breath ragged against Yunho’s collarbone as aftershocks rippled through him. Yunho’s hand stilled, fingers sticky with warmth, his own pulse hammering wildly where Hongjoong’s forehead pressed against his throat. The only sound Hongjoong’s uneven breathing and the distant hum of the air conditioning.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Hongjoong’s fingers loosened in Yunho’s hair, sliding down to rest limply against his shoulders. "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough with exhaustion. His hips twitched when Yunho’s thumb brushed his oversensitive cock, drawing a hissed breath between his teeth. "Sensitive."

Yunho swallowed hard, his own voice scraped raw. "Sorry," he murmured, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull his hand away, not when Hongjoong was still warm and pliant against him, his body loose with satisfaction. The weight of him was unfamiliar, intoxicating, and Yunho found himself tracing idle circles on Hongjoong’s hip with his free hand, mapping the dip of his waist like he was memorizing it.

Hongjoong’s chuckle was breathless, his nose nudging against Yunho’s jaw. "You’re staring," he murmured, tilting his head just enough to meet Yunho’s gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils still blown wide, but there was something softer in them now, amusement, maybe, or something warmer. "Never seen someone cum before?"

Yunho’s face burned at the teasing, but he didn’t look away. Hongjoong’s eyelashes were still damp, his lips swollen from biting them, and Yunho’s throat tightened at the sight. "No," he admitted, voice low. His thumb brushed absently over Hongjoong’s hipbone, tracing the sharp edge. "Not like this."

Hongjoong hummed, shifting just enough to press a lazy kiss to Yunho’s jaw. "Like what, then?" he murmured, breath warm against Yunho’s skin. His fingers carded through Yunho’s hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp in a way that made him shiver. "In your head, was it different?"

The question shouldn’t have been so dangerous, but it sent heat prickling down Yunho’s spine. His grip tightened reflexively on Hongjoong’s waist, fingers digging into the soft skin there. "Quieter," he muttered after a beat, pulse jumping when Hongjoong laughed against his throat.

"Quieter?" Hongjoong echoed, pulling back just enough to meet Yunho’s gaze. His smirk was knowing, infuriating. "You thought I’d be quiet?"

Yunho’s breath hitched, fingers flexing against Hongjoong’s waist where they’d settled instinctively. The leader’s skin was still damp with sweat under his palms, his ribs expanding with each breath against Yunho’s chest. "I didn’t—" Yunho started, then swallowed hard when Hongjoong shifted and his knee nudged between his thighs, pressing just enough to make his spent cock twitch with oversensitive interest. "Hyung."

"Mm?" Hongjoong leaned back just enough to meet Yunho’s gaze, his smirk lazy but his eyes sharp, calculating. His thumb brushed the bite mark he’d left earlier on Yunho’s throat, the sting making Yunho shiver. "You’re thinking too loud."

Yunho’s pulse jumped under Hongjoong’s fingertips. The air between them still smelled like sex and salt, Hongjoong’s sweater wrinkled now, where Yunho had been gripping it. The reality of it, that they’d just done *that*, that Hongjoong was still in his lap, still touching him like he owned him, sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through Yunho’s veins.

Hongjoong's fingers traced the reddening marks on Yunho's collarbone, his own fingerprints pressed into the skin, before sliding up to cradle Yunho's jaw. His touch was unexpectedly tender compared to the sharpness in his gaze. "You're still not saying anything," he murmured, thumb brushing the corner of Yunho's swollen lip. "Did I break you?"

The quiet amusement in Hongjoong's voice made Yunho's throat tighten. He wasn't broken, just overwhelmed, his thoughts scattering like dropped marbles every time Hongjoong's knee shifted against his inner thigh. "No," Yunho managed, his voice rough. He cleared his throat, fingers flexing against Hongjoong's waist where they'd settled. "Just... processing."

Hongjoong's smirk softened at the edges, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He leaned in, close enough that Yunho could count his eyelashes, and pressed a slow, closed-mouth kiss to the hinge of Yunho's jaw. "Good," he murmured against his skin. "Because we're not done yet."

The words sent a jolt through Yunho's system. Before he could react, Hongjoong was sliding off his lap with effortless grace, tugging Yunho up by the wrists until they were both standing. The sudden movement made Yunho sway, his legs still shaky, but Hongjoong steadied him with a hand on his hip, fingers digging into the bone.

He guided Yunho backward toward the mirrored wall. The glass was cold against Yunho’s overheated back, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Hongjoong’s body as he crowded closer. "Hyung—" Yunho started, his voice cracking when Hongjoong’s knee nudged between his thighs, the pressure deliberate.

"Shh." Hongjoong’s thumb brushed Yunho’s bottom lip, still swollen from earlier, and the touch sent a shiver down Yunho’s spine. "You’re thinking again," he murmured, tilting his head to study Yunho’s expression. His smirk was knowing, infuriatingly composed despite the way his hair was mussed from Yunho’s hands, his sweater askew. "What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?"

Yunho swallowed hard, his pulse jumping under Hongjoong’s fingertips where they traced the column of his throat. The words stuck in his chest, This is real. You’re real. I can’t believe it, but Hongjoong’s gaze sharpened, reading the hesitation in the way Yunho’s fingers flexed against his waist.

"You’re overcomplicating it," Hongjoong said quietly, his voice softer than before. His hand slid up to cradle Yunho’s jaw, thumb brushing the high curve of his cheekbone. "It’s just you and me. That’s all."

Hongjoong’s words settled over Yunho like a warm blanket, the simplicity of them unraveling the knot in his chest. The mirror was cold against him, but Hongjoong’s palm on his jaw was fever-hot, grounding him in the moment. Yunho exhaled shakily, his fingers tightening around Hongjoong’s waist. "Just you and me," he echoed, voice rough with something he couldn’t name.

Hongjoong’s smirk softened at the edges, his thumb tracing the curve of Yunho’s bottom lip. "Exactly." His knee pressed higher between Yunho’s thighs, the friction deliberate, and Yunho’s breath hitched when Hongjoong leaned in, close enough that their noses brushed. "No thinking," Hongjoong murmured, lips ghosting over Yunho’s. "Just feel."

The kiss was slow this time, deep and unhurried, Hongjoong’s mouth moving against his with practiced ease. Yunho melted into it, his hands sliding up Hongjoong’s back to finally get rid of Hongjoong’s sweater. There was no urgency now, no frantic grasping for more, just the slick slide of tongues and the quiet sound of shared breath.

Hongjoong’s fingers trailed down Yunho’s throat, tracing the marks he’d left earlier before skimming over his collarbones before removing his shirt too. The touch was featherlight, teasing, and Yunho shivered when Hongjoong’s nails scraped gently over his nipples, the sensation sharp enough to make him gasp into the kiss.

Yunho's gasp was muffled against Hongjoong's lips, his back arching instinctively into the teasing scrape of nails. The mirror shuddered behind him as Hongjoong pressed closer. "Sensitive here too?" Hongjoong murmured against the corner of Yunho's mouth, thumb circling a peaked nipple just to watch Yunho's eyelashes flutter.

The observation shouldn't have unraveled him, but Hongjoong's clinical tone paired with the filthy drag of his knee made Yunho's spent cock twitch with renewed interest. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and Hongjoong chuckled darkly, catching Yunho's lower lip between his teeth. "Still so eager," he mused, tongue swiping over the sting. His hands slid down to grip Yunho's hips, thumbs digging into the divots there. "Even after coming down my thraot?"

The filthy realization punched the air from Yunho's lungs, his cum was swallowed by his hyung. His face burned as Hongjoong's smirk widened, those knowing fingers tracing the sweat-slick hollows of Yunho's pelvis. "Hyung—"

"Tell me," Hongjoong interrupted, lips brushing Yunho's jaw as his knee shifted higher, the pressure deliberate. His voice dropped to a whisper, breath hot against Yunho's ear. "Have you ever touched yourself thinking about this? About me?"

Yunho’s breath stuttered, his fingers tightening convulsively on Hongjoong’s waist. The question, low and deliberate—sent heat crawling up his neck. He could lie. Should lie. But Hongjoong’s knee pressed higher between his thighs, the friction maddening, and the truth spilled out in a rush. "Yes."

Hongjoong’s exhale was sharp against his throat. "How often?" His teeth grazed Yunho’s earlobe, tongue soothing the sting immediately after. The duality of it, cruelty and care, made Yunho’s knees weak.

"Hyung—" Yunho’s protest died when Hongjoong’s palm slid down to cup him through his briefs, fingers curling possessively. The fabric was still damp from earlier, clinging uncomfortably, but Hongjoong’s touch burned through it like hot iron.

"Answer."

Hongjoong’s fingers flexed against Yunho’s hipbone, the pressure just shy of painful as he waited for an answer. Yunho’s pulse hammered against the press of Hongjoong’s thumb beneath his jaw, the rhythm erratic where Hongjoong could feel it. The silence stretched, thick with the scent of sweat and salt, until Yunho’s voice cracked like dry kindling.

"After practice sometimes," Yunho admitted, the confession dragged out of him by the insistent press of Hongjoong’s knee between his thighs. "When—when you’d stay late to go to your studio room to write a new song."

Hongjoong’s exhale ghosted over Yunho’s throat, damp and approving. His teeth scraped the tendon there, not hard enough to mark but enough to make Yunho shudder. "In the practice room?" he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Yunho’s ear. His grip tightened imperceptibly, thumb digging into the hollow of Yunho’s hip. "Right here?"

Yunho’s nod was aborted, his breath hitching when Hongjoong’s fingers slid beneath the waistband of his briefs, calloused fingertips tracing the crease of his thigh. "Yeah," he gasped, hips jerking forward into the touch. The admission burned worse than the bite Hongjoong left on his collarbone, the image of himself sprawled across the practice room floor, hand shoved down his pants while Hongjoong’s voice echoed from the room next door.

Hongjoong's fingers stilled against Yunho’s inner thigh, the sudden halt in movement more jarring than any touch. Yunho’s pulse pounded in his ears as Hongjoong leaned back just enough to study his face, eyes dark with something unreadable. "Show me," Hongjoong murmured, voice rough at the edges. His thumb pressed into the soft skin beneath Yunho’s hipbone, a silent demand. "How you did it."

The command punched the air from Yunho’s lungs. His fingers trembled. "Now?" Yunho’s voice cracked, glancing at the mirrored wall where their reflections tangled together, Hongjoong’s smaller frame bracketing his, the mess of their clothes, the flush spreading down his chest.

Hongjoong’s smirk was all teeth. "Right now." He stepped back abruptly, leaving Yunho swaying against the mirror, the loss of contact like a physical ache. Crossing his arms, Hongjoong leaned against the practice barre, gaze heavy-lidded and expectant. "Unless you need help remembering?"

Yunho’s throat clicked as he swallowed. The air conditioning hummed too loud, the fluorescent lights too bright, everything hyper-focused as he reached for his waistband with unsteady fingers. His briefs were still damp, clinging uncomfortably as he pushed them down, the cooler air hitting his oversensitive skin making him shiver.

Yunho’s fingers hovered over his cock, his breath uneven as Hongjoong’s gaze burned into him. The leader’s arms were crossed, his expression impossibly composed despite the flush high on his cheeks.

"Go on," Hongjoong murmured, tilting his head. The challenge in his voice sent heat curling low in Yunho’s stomach.

Yunho’s palm closed around himself, the touch tentative at first, foreign under someone else’s scrutiny. The slide was dry, his grip awkward without the slickness of precome or spit, and he winced when his thumb caught the sensitive head. Hongjoong’s exhale was sharp, his fingers tightening around his own biceps.

"Like that?" Hongjoong asked, voice deliberately light, but Yunho didn’t miss the way his gaze flickered downward, lingering. "No wonder you took so long."

Yunho's cheeks burned hotter, his grip tightening instinctively around himself as Hongjoong's taunt landed. The leader's smirk was infuriating, lips still swollen from earlier, eyes dark with amusement, but Yunho refused to look away. His fingers twisted clumsily around his cock, the friction rough without lubrication, but Hongjoong's sharp inhale when Yunho's thumb circled the head spurred him on.

"Slow down," Hongjoong murmured, pushing off the barre with deliberate grace. His steps were measured as he closed the distance between them, the practiced ease of a predator circling prey. "You're rushing." His fingers closed around Yunho's wrist, guiding his movements with firm pressure. "Like this."

The correction was devastating, Hongjoong's hand over his, adjusting the angle of his strokes, the pressure of his grip. Yunho's breath stuttered when Hongjoong's thumb swiped over the slit, smearing the bead of precome down his length to ease the slide. The wet sound was obscene in the quiet room, Yunho's hips jerking forward into the slick friction.

Hongjoong's chuckle was low, approving. "Better," he murmured, breath warm against Yunho's throat. His free hand slid up Yunho's chest, nails scraping lightly over a peaked nipple just to hear Yunho gasp. "Now tell me," he continued, lips brushing the shell of Yunho's ear. "What were you thinking about? When you touched yourself here."

Yunho’s fingers faltered under Hongjoong’s grip, his breath hitching as the leader’s question curled hot against his ear. The words lodged in his throat, too crude, too desperate, but Hongjoong’s thumb pressed insistently over the head of his cock, smearing another drop of precome, and the confession tore free.

"Your mouth."

Hongjoong’s laugh was dark, pleased. His teeth grazed Yunho’s earlobe as his fingers tightened around Yunho’s wrist, guiding his strokes slower, tighter. "Just my mouth we already did that didn’t we?" he murmured, lips skimming Yunho’s pulse point. "Nothing else?"

Yunho’s hips jerked forward, his free hand scrambling for purchase against the mirror. "Your—your hands," he gasped, nails scraping glass. "How you’d—ah—pin me down."

Hongjoong’s grip tightened around Yunho’s wrist, his laughter vibrating against Yunho’s throat. "Pin you down?" he repeated, voice dripping with amusement. His free hand slid up Yunho’s chest, fingers splaying possessively over his sternum. "Like this?" With a sudden shove, Hongjoong pressed him harder against the mirror, the glass rattling behind Yunho’s shoulders as Hongjoong crowded closer, knee slotting between Yunho’s thighs again.

The pressure was deliberate, devastating, Yunho’s cock twitched against his stomach, already leaking where Hongjoong’s hand guided his strokes. "Y-yeah," Yunho stammered, his hips stuttering forward into the tight circle of his own fingers. "Just—just like that."

Hongjoong hummed, his lips brushing the hinge of Yunho’s jaw. "And what else?" His thumb swiped over Yunho’s slit again, smearing precome down his length with torturous precision. "Tell me."

Yunho’s breath hitched, his thighs trembling with the effort to hold still. "Your voice," he admitted, the confession ripped from him as Hongjoong’s teeth scraped his pulse point. "When you—when you’d scold me for missing steps."

Hongjoong's breath hitched, sharp and audible, before his laughter curled low in Yunho's ear, warm and devastating. "You got off," he murmured, lips dragging along Yunho's jaw, "to me scolding you?" His fingers tightened around Yunho's wrist, forcing his strokes slower, tighter, until Yunho's thighs shook with the effort not to thrust forward. "Pathetic."

The word shouldn't have sent heat lancing down Yunho's spine, but it did, his cock twitched in his grip, precome smearing over his knuckles where Hongjoong guided his hand. Yunho's breath came in ragged bursts, his forehead dropping to Hongjoong's shoulder as the leader's free hand slid up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

"Look at me," Hongjoong demanded, tilting Yunho's head back by his grip in his hair. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, but the smirk playing at his lips was razor-sharp. "Say what your truly thinking."

Yunho's throat worked, his pulse jumping under Hongjoong's fingertips. "I—" The confession stuck, heat crawling up his neck, but Hongjoong's thumb pressed insistently over the head of his cock, smearing another bead of precome, and the words spilled out: "I thought about fucking you."

Hongjoong’s grip in Yunho’s hair tightened abruptly, his breath hitching against Yunho’s parted lips. For a heartbeat, the room was utterly still, the only sound Yunho’s ragged breathing and the distant hum of the air conditioning. Then Hongjoong’s smirk returned, sharper than before, his thumb dragging slowly down the length of Yunho’s cock as he leaned in until their noses brushed. "Say that again," he murmured, voice low and dangerous.

Yunho’s throat clicked as he swallowed, his fingers twitching where they still gripped himself under Hongjoong’s guidance. The words had slipped out, raw and unfiltered, but now, with Hongjoong’s dark gaze pinning him to the spot, they felt like a confession carved into his ribs. "I thought about me," he repeated, voice rough, "inside you. Here. Against the mirror. On the—the practice mats." His hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock sliding wetly through his own fingers. "Everywhere."

Hongjoong’s exhale was sharp, his pupils dilating further. His free hand slid down to grip Yunho’s hip, blunt nails digging into the skin as he guided Yunho’s strokes to a punishingly slow pace. "How?" he demanded, lips brushing Yunho’s earlobe. "How did you imagine it?"

The question sent heat lancing down Yunho’s spine. His breath stuttered as images flashed behind his eyelids, Hongjoong bent over the practice mats, sweat-slick back arched, fingers scrabbling against the mirrored wall as Yunho drove into him. The fantasy was so vivid he could almost hear the slap of skin, the choked-off moans Hongjoong would bite into his own wrist.

"Like—" Yunho’s voice cracked. Hongjoong’s thumb pressed insistently against his slit, smearing another bead of precome, and the words tumbled out: "Like you’d make me beg first. Tease me until I couldn’t—couldn’t think straight." His hips jerked forward into the tight circle of his fingers, his cock twitching at the mental image of Hongjoong sprawled across the studio floor, thighs spread, smirking up at him with that infuriating composure. "Then you’d—ah—let me flip you over. Pin you down."

Hongjoong’s grip tightened around Yunho’s wrist, forcing his strokes slower, tighter. "And then?" he prompted, lips dragging along Yunho’s jawline. His breath was hot against Yunho’s skin, the promise in his tone unmistakable.

Yunho’s thighs trembled. "Then I’d—fuck, hyung—" His voice broke as Hongjoong’s teeth scraped his earlobe. "I’d fuck you slow at first. Until you couldn’t take it. Until you—" He swallowed hard, the admission spilling out in a rush: "Until you started begging me to go harder."

Hongjoong’s breath hitched before he pulled back just enough to meet Yunho’s gaze. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted around uneven breaths, but the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth was razor-edged. "Think you could make me beg?" he challenged, thumb pressing punishingly against Yunho’s slit. "You, who came just from my mouth. The one who’s falling apart currently?"

The taunt sent heat lancing through Yunho’s veins. His free hand shot out, gripping Hongjoong’s waistband in a white-knuckled fist, yanking him forward until their hips collided. "Try me," he growled, the words rough with want.

Hongjoong’s laugh was breathless, his fingers loosening around Yunho’s wrist as he let himself be flipped around and maneuvered backward, step by deliberate step, until his shoulders hit the mirrored wall. The glass shuddered under the impact, Hongjoong’s reflection fracturing momentarily behind him as Yunho crowded closer, slotting a knee between his thighs.

"Prove it," Hongjoong murmured, tilting his chin up in challenge. His pants started to slip down during their stumble, exposing the dark trail of hair leading beneath his waistband. Yunho’s mouth watered at the sight, at the reality of Hongjoong pressed against the mirror, gaze heavy-lidded and waiting.

Yunho’s fingers trembled as he dropped to his knees. The studio floor was cold beneath him, the vinyl digging into his kneecaps, but the way Hongjoong’s breath hitched when Yunho nosed at the waistband of his sweatpants made the discomfort irrelevant.

"You want a go?" Hongjoong noted, voice strained as Yunho’s teeth caught the fabric, dragging it down inch by torturous inch. His cock sprang free against Yunho’s cheek, already half-hard again, the scent of musk and salt thick in the air between them. Yunho’s tongue darted out instinctively, swiping a tentative stripe along the underside, and Hongjoong’s fingers twisted violently in his hair. "Fuck—"

The curse shattered Hongjoong’s composure, his hips jerking forward into the wet heat of Yunho’s mouth. Yunho hummed around him, relishing the weight on his tongue, the way Hongjoong’s thighs trembled when he hollowed his cheeks. It was messy, unpracticed, but the broken noise Hongjoong made when Yunho’s teeth grazed him sent triumph surging through Yunho’s chest.

He pulled off with a wet pop, ignoring Hongjoong’s bitten-off protest. "Still think I can’t make you beg?" Yunho murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Hongjoong’s inner thigh. His lips brushed the sensitive skin there, teeth scraping lightly just to hear Hongjoong’s breath stutter.

Hongjoong’s fingers tightened in Yunho’s hair, tugging sharply. "Someone’s finally taking charge huh," he laughed, but his voice wavered, the hitch in his breath betraying him. Yunho grinned against his thigh before taking him deep again, throat working around Hongjoong’s cock with deliberate effort. The choked-off moan Hongjoong let slip was sweeter than any praise.

Yunho worked him ruthlessly, bobbing his head, twisting his wrist where his hand gripped the base, until Hongjoong’s thighs shook violently, his head fell back and pressed against the mirror. "Yunho—" His warning was sharp, fingers twisting tighter in Yunho’s hair, but Yunho didn’t slow down. He swallowed around Hongjoong’s cock, tongue pressing insistently along the vein underneath, and Hongjoong cursed violently, hips jerking forward as he came down Yunho’s throat with a bitten-off cry.

Yunho swallowed every drop before pulling off, lips swollen and glistening. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gaze locked on Hongjoong’s flushed face as the leader sagged against the mirror, chest heaving. "Now," Yunho murmured, rising to his feet with deliberate slowness, "my turn."

Hongjoong’s eyes darkened as Yunho crowded him against the glass, their bodies slotting together seamlessly. His fingers traced the sweat-damp curve of Yunho’s spine, nails scraping lightly just to feel him shiver. "What do you want?" Hongjoong murmured, lips brushing Yunho’s jaw, a mockery of innocence when his legs are spread wide enough for Yunho to slot himself between.

Yunho’s grip tightened on Hongjoong’s hips, his cock twitching against the leader’s stomach. "You know what I want," he growled, pressing forward until Hongjoong’s back arched against the mirror.

Hongjoong smirked, tilting his head back to expose the column of his throat. "I want to hear you say it, Yunho-yah," he taunted, fingers trailing down Yunho’s chest to circle a nipple. "Or do I need to—ah—"

Yunho cut him off with a sharp bite to his collarbone, hands sliding down to grip Hongjoong’s thighs. In one fluid motion, he lifted him, Hongjoong’s legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as Yunho pinned him harder against the mirror. The glass was cold against Hongjoong’s bare back, Yunho’s breath hot against his throat as he ground their hips together.

"Fuck," Hongjoong gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase against Yunho’s shoulders. The friction was brutal, Yunho’s cock rutting against his ass, the glide between his cheeks dizzying. "Impatient—"

Yunho silenced him with a searing kiss, tongue sliding against Hongjoong’s with bruising intensity. When he pulled back, Hongjoong’s lips were swollen, his pupils blown wide. "I want to fuck you," Yunho growled, voice rough with want. "Right here. Right now."

Hongjoong’s laugh was breathless, his hips canting forward to grind against Yunho’s erection. "Then do it," he challenged, fingers tangling in Yunho’s hair to yank his head back. Their gazes locked, Hongjoong’s dark with amusement, Yunho’s burning with desperation. "Or do I have to teach you that as well?"

Yunho’s grip tightened on Hongjoong’s thighs, blunt nails digging into the soft skin there. The taunt sent heat lancing through him, his cock twitching against Hongjoong’s ass. "I know how," he muttered as his fingers brushed the curve of Hongjoong’s ass.

Hongjoong arched into the touch, his smirk widening when Yunho’s fingers hesitated. "Problem?" he murmured, lips brushing Yunho’s earlobe. "Need instructions?"

Yunho’s jaw clenched. His fingers trailed lower, tracing the cleft of Hongjoong’s ass with tentative curiosity. The skin was warm, softer than he’d imagined, and Hongjoong’s breath hitched when Yunho’s thumb brushed his entrance. "No," Yunho lied, his voice rough. His thumb pressed in slightly, just enough to feel the tight ring of muscle resist. "Just—fuck, hyung—"

Hongjoong’s laughter was cut off by a sharp gasp when Yunho’s thumb pressed harder, the pad rubbing insistently over his hole. "Cheeky," he managed, hips jerking forward into the touch despite himself. His fingers tightened in Yunho’s hair, tugging sharply. "But fingers first, unless you’re planning to rip me open."

The mental image sent a jolt through Yunho’s system. His cock throbbed, precome smearing against Hongjoong’s thigh as he leaned in to capture his lips in a messy kiss. Hongjoong yielded easily, mouth opening under his with a quiet moan as Yunho’s fingers slid down to press against his entrance again.

"Spit," Hongjoong ordered against his lips, pulling back just enough to meet Yunho’s gaze. His pupils were blown wide, lips swollen from kissing, but his tone was infuriatingly composed. "Unless you’ve got lube hidden somewhere?"

Yunho’s ears burned. He’d never done this before, never gotten this far, but the way Hongjoong arched against him, thighs trembling around Yunho’s waist, made his hands steady. Gathering saliva in his mouth, he let it spill onto his fingers, watching Hongjoong’s expression darken at the crude solution.

"Good boy," Hongjoong murmured, guiding Yunho’s wrist back down with a firm grip. His breath hitched when Yunho’s middle finger circled his entrance, the slick digit pressing in slowly. "Easy—" His nails bit into Yunho’s shoulder as the first knuckle slipped inside, the heat clenching around Yunho’s finger almost unbearable.

Yunho groaned, forehead dropping to Hongjoong’s collarbone. The tightness was unreal, hot and velvety, and Hongjoong’s choked-off curse when Yunho twisted his wrist sent sparks down his spine. "Hyung," he gasped, finger sinking deeper. "You’re—fuck—"

"Move," Hongjoong gritted out, thighs tightening around Yunho’s hips. His back arched off the mirror. Yunho obeyed, dragging his finger out before pushing back in with deliberate slowness, reveling in the way Hongjoong’s breath stuttered with each thrust.

Hongjoong’s fingers scrabbled against Yunho’s scalp, tugging sharply. "Another," he demanded, voice ragged. Yunho didn’t hesitate, adding a second finger alongside the first, the stretch making Hongjoong’s thighs tremble violently. The resistance was exquisite, muscle yielding reluctantly around Yunho’s fingers, until Hongjoong forced himself down with a sharp gasp, taking them deeper.

Yunho’s cock throbbed at the sight: Hongjoong’s lips parted around silent curses, his hips canting back onto Yunho’s hand with desperate urgency. When Yunho crooked his fingers experimentally, Hongjoong’s entire body jerked, a broken moan tearing from his throat. "There—" His fingers twisted in Yunho’s hair, pulling hard enough to sting. "Again."

Yunho complied eagerly, rubbing that spot relentlessly until Hongjoong’s thighs shook, his cock leaking against his stomach. The mirror fogged with their breath, Hongjoong’s reflection fractured beneath him, chest flushed, lips bitten red. Yunho’s free hand slid up to grip his hipbone, thumb pressing into the divot there as he scissored his fingers wider.

Hongjoong’s gasp was punched-out, his back bowing off the glass. "Enough," he panted, hips stuttering forward into Yunho’s touch. "Now—fuck me properly."

The command sent fire licking through Yunho’s veins. He withdrew his fingers slowly, relishing the way Hongjoong clenched around nothing, his hole fluttering wet and open. Yunho spat into his palm, slicking himself roughly, his cock twitching at the crude preparation. The slide was dry, almost painful, but Hongjoong’s impatient huff against his collarbone spurred him on.

Hongjoong’s legs tightened around Yunho’s waist as he guided himself to Hongjoong’s entrance, the blunt head catching on that tight ring of muscle. "Look at me," Hongjoong demanded, fingers digging into Yunho’s shoulders. When Yunho obeyed, Hongjoong’s smirk was molten, all sharp edges and dark promises, before he rocked his hips down, sheathing Yunho in one brutal thrust.

The groan Yunho let out was raw, guttural. Heat clamped around him like a vise, the pressure so intense his vision whited out momentarily. Hongjoong’s choked-off curse vibrated against his throat, his nails carving crescent moons into Yunho’s skin. "Move," he gritted out, thighs trembling where they bracketed Yunho’s hips.

Yunho obeyed on instinct, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. The slap of skin echoed off the mirrored walls, Hongjoong’s gasp swallowed by Yunho’s mouth as he kissed him messily. Each thrust punched ragged noises from Hongjoong’s throat, whimpers, curses, Yunho’s name bitten off between gasps.

Hongjoong’s hands slid up to fist in Yunho’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. His teeth found Yunho’s pulse point, biting down hard enough to bruise as Yunho’s hips snapped forward again. "Harder," Hongjoong growled against his skin, the command vibrating through Yunho’s bones.

Yunho’s grip on Hongjoong’s thighs tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as he pistoned into him with reckless abandon. The mirror shuddered behind Hongjoong with each thrust, his reflection fracturing into blurred lines of sweat-slick skin and tangled limbs.

Hongjoong’s thighs trembled violently, his cock leaking against Yunho’s stomach with each brutal snap of Yunho’s hips. "Fuck—Yunho—" His voice shattered as Yunho angled deeper, hitting that spot inside him with devastating precision.

Yunho’s rhythm faltered when Hongjoong’s nails raked down his back, the sting only fueling his desperation. He hooked an arm under Hongjoong’s knee, hiking his leg higher to sink impossibly deeper. The choked moan Hongjoong let out was sweeter than any praise, high and broken, his usual composure obliterated.

Hongjoong’s fingers twisted violently in Yunho’s hair, "Harder," he demanded, lips brushing the shell of Yunho’s ear. "Or am I too much for you?"

The taunt sent fire licking through Yunho’s veins. His hips snapped forward with renewed force, the slap of skin echoing off the mirrored walls as Hongjoong arched against him with a punched-out gasp.

Hongjoong’s thighs clenched around Yunho’s waist as Yunho’s thrusts grew erratic.

Yunho’s free hand slid up to grip Hongjoong’s jaw, thumb pressing into his swollen bottom lip. Hongjoong’s tongue darted out to lick at the pad, eyes dark with challenge even as his body unraveled beneath Yunho’s.

"Is this—" Yunho gasped, hips stuttering as Hongjoong clenched around him, "—what you wanted?"

Hongjoong’s laugh was breathless, ruined. His fingers tangled in Yunho’s hair, yanking sharply. "You call this—ah—fucking me?" he taunted, hips rolling down to meet Yunho’s thrusts. His smirk was shattered, lips parted around ragged breaths, but the challenge in his voice remained. "Pathetic."

Yunho growled, fingers tightening around Hongjoong’s throat, not enough to cut off his air, just enough to feel the flutter of his pulse beneath his palm. Hongjoong’s eyes fluttered shut, a choked moan spilling from his lips as Yunho’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt.

Hongjoong’s back arched off the mirror, his reflection fracturing behind him as Yunho’s rhythm faltered. The heat coiling low in his stomach was unbearable, his thrusts growing sloppy as Hongjoong’s walls fluttered around him.

Hongjoong’s nails raked down Yunho’s chest, leaving angry red trails in their wake. "Close?" he murmured, voice wrecked. His thumb brushed over Yunho’s nipple, twisting sharply just to hear him groan. "Show me."

The command sent Yunho’s hips stuttering forward, his grip on Hongjoong’s thigh tightening as he chased his release. Hongjoong’s laughter was breathless, his own cock twitching against Yunho’s stomach as Yunho fucked into him with desperate, uneven strokes.

Yunho’s vision whited out as he came, his orgasm ripping through him with brutal force. His hips jerked forward erratically, spilling deep inside Hongjoong with a broken groan.

Yunho’s breath came in ragged gasps, his forehead resting against Hongjoong’s collarbone as he tried to steady himself. The heat of Hongjoong’s body around him was overwhelming, the tightness almost unbearable as he softened inside him.

Hongjoong’s smirk was sharp, his fingers trailing down Yunho’s spine as he shifted slightly, the movement sending sparks of oversensitivity through Yunho’s spent body. "Good boy," he murmured, lips brushing Yunho’s earlobe. "Let it all out."

Yunho’s breath hitched as Hongjoong’s hand slid between them, wrapping around his own cock with practiced ease. Yunho watched, transfixed, as Hongjoong stroked himself with quick, efficient movements, his breath coming in short gasps.

The sight was mesmerizing, Hongjoong’s flushed chest, the sweat-slicked curve of his throat, the way his fingers twisted around his cock with desperate urgency. Yunho’s fingers tightened on Hongjoong’s hips, his own body still thrumming with aftershocks as he watched Hongjoong unravel.

Hongjoong’s breath stuttered, his hips jerking forward into his own fist as Yunho watched, mesmerized by the way his thighs trembled with each stroke. The mirror behind them was streaked with condensation. When Hongjoong came, it was with a sharp gasp, his back arching off the glass, fingers tightening around his cock as stripes of white painted Yunho’s stomach.

For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Then Hongjoong slumped forward, forehead resting against Yunho’s collarbone, his laughter breathless and warm against Yunho’s skin. "Messy," he murmured, fingers dragging through the spend on Yunho’s abdomen before pressing a sticky digit to Yunho’s lips. Yunho’s tongue darted out instinctively, the taste bitter-salty, and Hongjoong’s smirk returned, sharper now. "Good boy."

Yunho’s ears burned, but he didn’t pull away, couldn’t, with Hongjoong’s legs still locked around his waist, his body pliant and warm. The oversensitivity was starting to set in, his skin prickling where Hongjoong’s sweat-slick chest brushed his, but the thought of moving felt impossible.

Hongjoong seemed to agree, his fingers tracing idle patterns down Yunho’s spine before he nudged him back with a quiet grunt. "Shower," he ordered, voice rough with exhaustion but still carrying that familiar edge of command. "Now."

The walk to the locker room shower was slow, their steps unsteady, Yunho’s legs threatening to buckle beneath him every time Hongjoong’s fingers brushed his hipbone. The steam curled around them as soon as the water hit, Hongjoong pressing Yunho beneath the spray with firm hands, his touch unexpectedly gentle despite the sharpness of his words.

Yunho flinched when the water hit his back, too hot, almost scalding, but Hongjoong’s hands steadied him, thumbs pressing into the knots of his shoulders with surprising tenderness. The contrast was dizzying: the leader who’d just wrecked him against the mirror now working the tension from his muscles with quiet focus, his nails scraping lightly over Yunho’s ribs as he nudged him forward into the spray.

Hongjoong’s hands were efficient, scrubbing the sweat and spend from Yunho’s skin with methodical precision, his touch clinical until it wasn’t, until his fingers lingered at the bite marks littering Yunho’s throat, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly. Yunho turned instinctively, catching Hongjoong’s wrist before he could pull away, their gazes locking beneath the falling water.

Hongjoong’s smirk was softer now, his lips parted around a quiet exhale as Yunho leaned in, their mouths brushing in a tentative kiss. It was nothing like their earlier exchanges, no teeth, no desperation, just the slow press of lips, Hongjoong’s fingers curling loosely around Yunho’s wrist as he yielded for once without challenge.

The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t easy either, charged with something Yunho couldn’t name, something that lodged itself in his throat every time Hongjoong’s fingers brushed his when they reached for the same bottle. Hongjoong’s smirk returned when Yunho jerked away the third time, his grip firm as he caught Yunho’s wrist and pressed the shampoo into his palm with deliberate emphasis.

"Relax," Hongjoong murmured, his thumb brushing the delicate skin of Yunho’s inner wrist before he turned away again. The water had darkened his hair to near-black, the strands clinging to the nape of his neck, the curve of his jaw. Yunho’s breath hitched.

He didn’t realize he’d been staring until Hongjoong turned back, his expression unreadable beneath the spray. "Yunho," he said, voice low, not a question, not a command, just his name, weighted with something that made Yunho’s stomach flip.

Hongjoong stepped closer, the water sluicing between them, his fingers curling loosely around Yunho’s hip. The touch was light, almost hesitant, so unlike earlier, and Yunho’s breath stuttered in response.

Hongjoong’s lips brushed his, once, twice, soft and unhurried, his thumb tracing idle circles against Yunho’s hipbone. The kiss was chaste, almost sweet, and Yunho’s chest ached with the sudden, overwhelming tenderness of it.

"Any time," Hongjoong murmured when he pulled back, his breath warm against Yunho’s lips. His smirk was softer now, the edge dulled by exhaustion, but the glint in his eyes was unmistakable. "If you want to practice." He tapped Yunho’s hipbone, before stepping back into the spray, the water obscuring his expression.

Yunho’s pulse hammered in his throat, his fingers twitching at his sides. The offer hung between them, an open door, an invitation. He swallowed hard, his voice rough when he finally spoke. "Practice?"

Hongjoong’s laugh was quiet, muffled by the steam as he slicked his hair back, water dripping from his fingertips. He turned just enough to catch Yunho’s gaze, his smirk sharpening, something flickered in his eyes, something Yunho couldn’t name. "No," he said, voice light but deliberate. "Not practice anymore." He stepped closer, his damp fingers brushing Yunho’s wrist where it hung at his side. "Next time you wanna touch your boyfriend," he murmured, tilting his head, "feel free."

The word, boyfriend, hung between them, heavy and electric. Yunho’s breath caught, his pulse thudding violently in his throat. Hongjoong didn’t say things he didn’t mean, but he also didn’t say things like this, not unprompted, not without a dozen layers of deflection first.

The water was cooling now, the steam thinning, but Yunho’s skin burned where Hongjoong’s thumb traced absent circles over his wrist. "Hyung," he started, voice rough, but Hongjoong shook his head once, sharp, his smirk softening at the edges.

"Don’t overthink it," he said, fingers tightening briefly before letting go. He reached past Yunho to shut off the water, the sudden silence deafening. "I owe you a proper date now," Hongjoong added, shaking the water from his hair with a huff of laughter. "We kind of did the steps backwards."

The words knocked the breath from Yunho’s lungs. He stared, water dripping from his lashes, as Hongjoong grabbed a towel and scrubbed it over his face, casual, like he hadn’t just rearranged Yunho’s entire understanding of the last hour. Of them.

"Backwards," Yunho echoed, voice hoarse. His fingers twitched at his sides, aching to reach out, to press Hongjoong against the tiled wall and ask him to say it again, slower. To mean it.

Hongjoong tossed the towel at him, eyes glinting. "Dinner first, then fucking," he clarified, lips quirking as he stepped past Yunho toward the fogged-up mirror. He swiped a hand across the glass, revealing his reflection, flushed cheeks, kiss-bruised mouth, the faint outline of Yunho’s teeth on his collarbone. "Unless you don’t want that…"

Hongjoong's fingers lingered on the bathroom mirror, tracing the edges of the condensation where their reflections had blurred together in the steam. His smirk was softer now, the sharp edges worn down by exhaustion, but the glint in his eyes remained unmistakable. "Dinner first," he repeated, tilting his head toward Yunho, "then fucking. That's how it's supposed to go, isn't it?"

Yunho's towel hung forgotten in his hands, the fabric damp against his palms as he stared at Hongjoong.

Hongjoong noticed his silence, of course. He always did. His fingers tapped once against the mirror, a silent demand for attention, before he turned fully, leaning back against the sink with deliberate ease. The tiles were cold against his bare back, but he didn’t flinch, his gaze steady on Yunho’s face. "Unless," he drawled, tilting his chin up, "you’d rather keep skipping steps?"

Yunho’s throat clicked when he swallowed. The offer hung between them, thick as the steam still clinging to the air. He could say yes, could close the distance between them in two strides and press Hongjoong back against the sink, could relive the bruising grip of Hongjoong’s thighs around his waist. But the way Hongjoong was looking at him, expectant, almost waiting, made something unfamiliar curl in Yunho’s chest.

"You’re serious," Yunho said, voice rough. Not a question. Not quite.

Hongjoong’s smirk softened at the edges. He reached out, fingers brushing Yunho’s wrist where it hung at his side. "About dinner?" he murmured, thumb tracing the delicate skin there. "Or about being your boyfriend?" The word… ‘boyfriend’ rolled off his tongue like it belonged there, like he’d been waiting to say it. Yunho’s breath stuttered.

Hongjoong watched him, eyes dark and unreadable. Then, slowly, deliberately, he lifted Yunho’s hand, the one still clutching the towel, and pressed it to his own chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath Yunho’s palm, steady and sure. "Feel that?" Hongjoong said, voice low. "Told you I don’t lie."

Yunho’s fingers flexed against Hongjoong’s skin, the warmth of him seeping into his palm. The realization hit him like a punch to the ribs, this was real. Not one of his fantasies. Hongjoong’s pulse jumped under his touch, betraying him, and Yunho…

Yunho smiled.

It was small at first, tentative, curling at the corners of his mouth like he wasn’t sure he was allowed. But then Hongjoong’s fingers tightened around his wrist, pulling him closer, and the smile widened, bright and boyish and ‘his,’ so fucking ‘his’ that Hongjoong’s breath caught.

"Boyfriends," Yunho echoed, voice rough with wonder. He tested the word on his tongue, savoring the shape of it. "I like that."

Hongjoong’s laugh was quiet, breathless. He ducked his head, but not before Yunho caught the way his lashes fluttered, how his lips twitched like he was fighting a smile of his own. "Yeah?" he murmured, thumb brushing the inside of Yunho’s wrist. "Me too."