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"Fuck, Sangwon, you’re dragging the beat again. You okay?"
Leo's voice cut through the heavy bass of the practice room speakers, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater. Sangwon barely heard him. He was too busy trying to keep his knees from buckling as a fresh wave of vibration buzzed against his clitoris, buried beneath the thin, scratchy lace of a thong that was currently soaked through.
He caught his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors, eyes glazed and face flushed a deep, tell-tale crimson. Across the room, Jiahao was leaning against the barre, ostensibly grabbing a drink of water. He looked cool, composed, and devastatingly handsome in his oversized black sweatpants—the very same pants that hid the small, sleek remote currently set to 'pulsate.'
"I'm fine," Sangwon managed to choke out, his voice a pitch higher than usual. "Just... didn't sleep well. Let's go again."
The music restarted. As the group moved into the formation for the chorus, Jiahao’s eyes locked onto Sangwon’s through the mirror. With a subtle, fond smirk, Jiahao slid his hand into his pocket.
Sangwon felt the vibration jump from a steady hum to a frantic, erratic throb.
“Ngh—!” The sound died in Sangwon’s throat as a sharp jolt of pleasure spiked through his lower belly. His hips hitched involuntarily during a sharp body roll, making him stumble into Geonwoo.
"Woah, easy there," Geonwoo muttered, steadying him by the waist. "You’re burning up, man. You should sit out."
"Maybe we should take five?" Jiahao suggested, his voice melodic and kind, the perfect picture of a caring hyung. He walked over slowly, stopping just close enough for Sangwon to feel the heat radiating off him. "You look a bit overwhelmed, Sangwon-ah."
He reached out, his fingers grazing Sangwon’s damp hair in a gesture that looked like pure comfort to the others. Only Sangwon felt the way Jiahao’s other hand moved in his pocket, turning the intensity up one more notch.
"I... I can keep going," Sangwon whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs. The toy was buzzing relentlessly against his sensitive folds, making his pussy ache and swell against the lace. He felt so heavy, so full of him, even with the width of the room between them.
Jiahao leaned in, his face inches from Sangwon’s as if checking his temperature. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice a low, sweet honey-drip meant only for Sangwon’s ears. "I know it’s hard to focus when you feel like this, but you look so beautiful when you try. Just a few more minutes, okay? For me."
The gentleness in his tone was almost more undoing than the vibration itself. Sangwon nodded weakly, his lower belly fluttering.
"Okay, everyone, let's try it one more time before the break," Leo called out.
The beat dropped, and as Sangwon took his position, he felt Jiahao’s finger click the remote again, sending a steady, relentless rhythm straight into his core. He had to dance, he had to keep pace, but every time he landed a jump, the weight of his own body forced the vibrator harder against his swollen clit, sending white-hot sparks behind his eyelids. His pussy was so slick now that he could feel the moisture sliding down his inner thighs, the lace of the thong cutting into his sensitive folds with every sharp movement of the choreography.
He was drowning in it. Across the formation, Jiahao moved with his usual fluid grace, but his eyes were fixed on Sangwon, dark and heavy with a soft, possessive warmth. Jiahao’s thumb made a slow, deliberate circle in his pocket, and suddenly the vibration shifted—no longer a steady hum, but a deep, rolling thrum that mimicked the sensation of a tongue lapping at him.
"Nngh..." Sangwon’s lips parted, a silent sob of pleasure escaping as he executed a floor transition. The friction of his sweatpants against the toy nearly sent him over the edge right there. He felt his walls twitch, desperate to clamp down on something, but there was only the cold, buzzing plastic and the relentless heat of his own desire.
As they reached the bridge of the song, the members moved into a tight cluster. Jiahao ended up directly behind Sangwon. Under the cover of the busy movement, Jiahao’s hand reached out, his palm pressing flat against the small of Sangwon’s back to guide him into the next position. The touch was light, but the proximity was lethal. Sangwon could feel the heat of Jiahao’s breath on his neck.
"Just a little longer, my love," Jiahao whispered, his voice so soft it was almost lost in the music. "You're so wet, I can smell you from here. You're being such a good boy."
With those words, Jiahao clicked the remote to the highest, most chaotic setting.
Sangwon’s vision went blurry. His pussy clamped tight around the vibrating toy, taking over his entire lower body. He felt his juices gush, soaking the front of his lace thong as his climax began to build like a tidal wave. His toes curled inside his sneakers, and his muscles locked up, his body trembling so violently he could barely hold the final pose.
When the music finally cut to silence, Sangwon stayed frozen, his head bowed, chest heaving. He was terrified that if he moved, he would start screaming. He could feel the toy still whirring at max speed against his ruined clit, pushing him further and further into a delirious, aching peak.
"Great job, guys," Leo said, clapping his hands. "Take fifteen. Sangwon, seriously, go get some water. You look like you're about to pass out."
Jiahao stepped forward, his expression a mask of gentle concern, though his eyes were dancing with a private, filthy light. He reached out and squeezed Sangwon’s shoulder, his thumb pressing down just enough to remind him who held the remote.
"I'll look after him," Jiahao said softly to the group. He turned his gaze back to Sangwon, a sweet, dangerous smile tugging at his lips. "Let's go to the bathroom, Sangwon-ah. You need to... clean up a bit, don't you?"
The click of the lock was the only warning Sangwon gave before he lunged, slamming Jiahao against the cold metal door of the bathroom stall.
They collided in a messy, desperate kiss, teeth clashing and tongues tangling with hunger. Sangwon groaned into Jiahao’s mouth, his hands already diving beneath the waistband of those black sweatpants. He didn't waste time; he shoved his palm down, cupping Jiahao’s heat through his silk boxers.
"Sangwon-ah—" Jiahao gasped, his head hitting the door with a soft thud as Sangwon’s fingers found his slick, swollen folds.
"You’ve been playing with me all morning, hyung," Sangwon muttered against his lips, his voice raw and uncharacteristically dominant. He began to rub Jiahao’s clit with a punishing, rhythmic pressure, his thumb circling the sensitive nub until Jiahao’s knees buckled.
Jiahao let out a high, broken sob, his eyes fluttering shut as he clung to Sangwon’s shoulders.
"Please—ngh, Sangwon, it’s too much," Jiahao whimpered, his face flushing a deep pink, tears of pure overstimulation pricking at his lashes.
Sangwon didn't stop. He leaned his full weight into Jiahao, pinning him against the door, his other hand moving to the remote still tucked in the sweatpants pocket. He clicked it off, the sudden silence of the vibrator in his own pants making the ache in his pussy even louder.
"My turn," Sangwon breathed, his eyes dark and blown out.
He stepped back just enough to hitch his own damp sweatpants down to his knees, the soaked lace thong clinging to his hips. He stepped onto the narrow ledge of the toilet base, bracing his arms against the stall walls to steady himself as he hovered right at Jiahao’s eye level.
"Eat me, Hao-ge," he commanded, his voice trembling with the effort to stay upright. "I’m so full of you I can’t breathe."
Jiahao didn't need to be asked twice. He dropped to his knees on the tiled floor, his movements frantic as he used his teeth to pull the lace aside. The sight of Sangwon’s pussy—glistening, red-raw from the vibrator, and dripping with cream—made Jiahao’s mouth water.
He buried his face between Sangwon’s thighs, his tongue lashing out to collect the overflow before he settled into a deep suction. He lapped at the entrance, his tongue swirling inside the tight heat of Sangwon’s hole while his nose pressed firmly against his clit.
Sangwon’s head fell back, a loud, echoing moan bouncing off the bathroom tiles. "Oh, fuck... yes, right there..."
He looked down, watching Jiahao’s blonde-ish hair bobbing between his legs, the older boy’s hands reaching up to grip Sangwon’s ass, pulling him even closer, desperate to swallow every drop Sangwon had to give.
Sangwon reached down and hauled Jiahao up by his shoulders, pulling him into another bruising, desperate kiss before his mouth began to wander. He trailed hot, wet trails down Jiahao’s neck, his tongue swirling over the smooth, pale skin of his chest. Even though Jiahao’s chest was flat and toned from years of dance, the sensitivity there was charged; Sangwon latched onto his small, taut nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue until Jiahao was arching his back, his fingers tangling painfully in Sangwon’s hair.
"Sangwon-ah, please... I’m going to lose it," Jiahao whimpered, his voice thin and reedy.
Sangwon didn't stop. He slid down Jiahao’s body, his nose brushing against the soft skin of his belly until he reached the damp, musky heat between Jiahao’s thighs. He didn't hesitate, burying his face into the elder’s cunt. He licked upward in long, firm strokes, his tongue finding the hooded clit and swirling with a relentless, teasing pressure.
Jiahao’s hands flew to Sangwon’s head, not to pull him closer, but to push him away in a fit of delirium. His hips were bucking uncontrollably, his thighs shaking as he tried to escape the sheer intensity of the pleasure. "No, wait—too much—Sangwon, stop—!"
Sangwon wouldn't budge. He growled against the sensitive folds, his suction deepening until Jiahao was sobbing, his head lolling back against the stall door.
CREAK.
The heavy outer door of the restroom swung open. The sound of familiar, boisterous laughter flooded the space—Junseo and Leo’s distinctive chuckles and Geonwoo’s loud voice echoed off the tiles.
"Man, that last run-through was killer," Geonwoo was saying, the sound of his footsteps approaching the sinks just feet away.
Sangwon snapped upright instantly. He lunged forward, pressing his palm firmly over Jiahao’s mouth to stifle the high-pitched keen that was about to escape. Jiahao’s eyes went wide, pinned between the door and Sangwon’s hard body, his breath hitching against Sangwon’s skin.
But Sangwon wasn't finished. Despite the danger, he slid his free hand back down, his fingers diving into Jiahao’s soaking wet pussy. He began to pump two fingers inside him, his thumb grinding mercilessly against the clit.
"Hao-ge," Sangwon whispered, his lips pressed directly against Jiahao’s ear, his voice a low, vibrating thread of silver. "I want to feel your pussy rubbing against mine while they’re standing right there. Right now."
Jiahao shook his head frantically, his muffled protests dying against Sangwon’s palm. He pulled Sangwon’s hand away just enough to whisper, "That's a bad idea, Sangwonnie. I'm pretty sure they'll hear us..."
"I let you put that thing in me for an hour," Sangwon begged, his eyes dark and pleading, his hips already twitching with the need to feel Jiahao's slickness against his own. "I stayed quiet for you. Please. Just let me have this."
Outside, the sound of running water started. The others were just a thin piece of metal away. Jiahao looked at Sangwon’s desperate, beautiful face and felt his resolve crumble. He nodded weakly, leaning back against the door and spreading his legs wider, surrendering completely to the thrill of being caught.
Sangwon didn’t waste another second. He hiked his sweatpants down completely, kicking them to the corners of the cramped stall, and guided Jiahao to sit back against the cold metal of the toilet tank. He climbed on top, straddling Jiahao’s lap with his legs hooked over the older boy's shoulders, aligning their soaking wet crotches until their folds finally met.
The sensation was insane. The friction of skin on skin, pussy on pussy, made Sangwon’s vision white out for a second. He gripped the top of the stall walls for leverage, his muscles tensing as he began to grind his pelvis down against Jiahao’s.
"Mmph—!" Jiahao’s eyes went wide, his head thumping back against the wall. Sangwon’s palm was back over his mouth instantly, muffling the high-pitched, desperate whine that wanted to tear out of his throat.
Just outside the door, the sound of splashing water and Geonwoo’s humming filled the silence.
"Did you see Sangwon's face earlier?" Geonwoo's voice was clear as a bell, barely three feet away. "Looked like he was seeing ghosts."
Sangwon let out a shaky, silent breath and pressed harder. He began to slide his hips in a slow, rhythmic circle, his clit rubbing directly against Jiahao’s. The slickness of their combined juices acted as a lubricant, making every slide louder, a wet, squelching sound that seemed deafening in the small space. Jiahao was trembling violently beneath him, his pussy pulsing and soaking Sangwon’s thighs with fresh, hot cream.
Sangwon leaned down, his chest pressing against Jiahao’s, whispering directly into his ear while his hips worked with a frantic, punishing speed. "You're so tight, hyung... feel how wet I am for you. You're rubbing me so good."
Jiahao’s hands were clamped onto Sangwon’s waist, his knuckles white. He arched his back, trying to push his own clit harder against Sangwon’s, his internal walls clenching in a rhythmic, desperate attempt to find purchase. The friction was building into a fever pitch, a searing heat that felt like it was going to set them both on fire.
"I'm gonna—" Jiahao’s whisper was a broken, jagged thing against Sangwon’s neck.
Sangwon didn't slow down. Instead, he hooked his legs even tighter around Jiahao’s waist, pulling him flush until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between their soaking wet crotches. He began to grind with a frantic, rhythmic pressure, his pubic bone crushing against Jiahao’s clit with every jagged thrust of his hips. The sound was undeniable now—a loud, wet squelch of their juices mingling and splashing against their thighs—but Sangwon didn't care.
He tilted his head back, listening. The heavy thud of the outer door finally echoed through the tiled room, followed by the fading murmur of Geonwoo and Leo’s voices. They were gone.
"They're out," Sangwon rasped, his voice dropping into a dark, needy register. He pulled his hand away from Jiahao’s mouth, allowing the older boy to finally let out a long, broken moan that bounced off the stall walls.
"Sangwon-ah... fuck, look," Jiahao gasped, his hands trembling as he gripped Sangwon’s hips.
Sangwon leaned back, bracing his weight against the metal partition, and looked down. Between their tangled legs, their pussies were mashed together, red-raw and glistening with a thick, pearly sheen of their combined arousal. With every tilt of Sangwon’s pelvis, his swollen outer lips slid over Jiahao’s, the friction creating a sight so visceral it made Sangwon’s stomach flip.
"Look at you," Sangwon whispered, his eyes wide and glazed as he stared at the way Jiahao’s folds were drenched and pulsing. "Your pussy is so fucking beautiful, hyung. It’s so plump and wet. It’s perfect."
Jiahao reached down, his fingers ghosting over the point where they were joined, his breath hitching. "Yours too... it’s so swollen for me. I love how it looks when I rub you like this."
Sangwon surged forward, catching Jiahao’s lips in a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss that tasted like salt and desperation. He began to scissor with renewed violence, his hips working in a fierce, grinding circle that forced their clits to grate against each other.
"Nngh, harder... Sangwon, please, grind me harder," Jiahao sobbed into the kiss, his legs shaking so much he could barely keep them hooked over Sangwon’s shoulders.
Sangwon obeyed, his muscles bunching as he slammed his pelvis down again and again. He was chasing that white-hot peak, his internal walls clenching rhythmically as he watched their slick, messy friction. He wanted to melt into Jiahao, to rub himself raw against that beautiful, soaking cunt until they both couldn't stand.
"You're so—you're so fucking beautiful, Hao-ge," Sangwon groaned, his teeth grazing Jiahao’s lower lip as the friction reached a deafening, squelching fever pitch. He was mere seconds away from shattering, his entire lower body thrumming with a tension that felt like it was going to snap.
The friction reached a frantic, slick fever pitch, their combined juices splashing against the cold metal of the stall. With one final, violent grind of his pelvis, Sangwon’s entire body locked up. He let out a choked, broken sound against Jiahao’s neck as his pussy spasmed in long, powerful waves, milking the contact. Jiahao followed instantly, his back arching off the toilet tank as he came, his vision white and his throat raw from the silent screams he’d been holding back.
They stayed frozen for a long minute, chests heaving, their lower halves still mashed together and dripping. The only sound in the stall was the jagged rhythm of their breathing and the heavy, wet drip-drip of their spent arousal hitting the floor.
Jiahao’s strength completely evaporated. He slumped forward, resting his forehead heavily on Sangwon’s shoulder, his skin damp with sweat and flushed a deep, beautiful rose. Sangwon let out a long, shaky exhale, his fingers trembling as he reached for the toilet paper roll.
"Stay still, hyung," Sangwon whispered, his voice thick and tender.
He moved with a focused, quiet care, wiping the cooling cream from Jiahao’s inner thighs and the swollen, sensitive folds of his pussy before cleaning himself. The aggressive energy from moments ago had vanished, replaced by a soft, domestic intimacy. As they helped each other pull their lace thongs and sweatpants back into place, their movements were slow and heavy-lidded.
Once they were dressed, Sangwon pulled Jiahao into his arms again. This time, the kiss was soft. Jiahao hummed into the kiss, his hands ghosting over Sangwon’s waist.
"We have to go back," Jiahao murmured, though he didn't move an inch.
"I know," Sangwon breathed.
They finally pulled apart and tried to stand, but as soon as they put weight on their feet, both of them buckled. Their legs were trembling so violently from the overstimulation that they had to clutch the stall walls just to stay upright. They shared a small, breathless laugh, the kind of secret, tired joy that only belonged to them.
After a few minutes of composing themselves and fixing their tousled hair, they stepped out of the stall. The bathroom was empty and silent, the air smelling faintly of Sangwon’s cologne.
Sangwon headed to the sink first, splashing cold water on his face to kill the last of the flush. When he was done, Jiahao took his place, leaning down over the porcelain basin to wash his hands, his slim, toned back curving under his damp shirt.
Watching him, Sangwon felt a surge of possessive affection. He stood there for a moment, simply looking at Jiahao with a soft, aching love that he couldn't quite put into words. His chest felt heavy with it—the kind of quiet, grounded happiness that usually only came after they’d been this close.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and stepped back to frame the shot. Holding the phone horizontally with both hands, he brought it up until the top edge covered his mouth, leaving only his eyes visible in the reflection. They were bright, glinting with a tired but unmistakable joy. In the background, Jiahao was leaning down over the sink, his hands under the running water, but a small, knowing smile crept onto his lips as he saw Sangwon’s reflection in the mirror.
Sangwon tapped the screen, the shutter clicking softly, capturing the two of them in the quiet, messy aftermath of everything.
The heavy practice room door groaned as they pushed it open, the sudden blast of air conditioning hitting their flushed skin like a cold shock. The rest of the group was already scattered across the floor—some stretching, others scrolled through their phones, but the quiet hum of the room snapped into focus the moment they entered.
Sanghyeon, who was mid-stretch with his legs sprawled out beside Anxin and Xinlong, looked up with a squint. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead, his eyes darting between Sangwon’s slightly dazed expression and the damp mess of Jiahao’s hair.
"What took you guys so long?" Sanghyeon asked, his voice echoing in the mirrored room. "We were about to start the run-through without you. Did you get lost or something?"
Sangwon didn't skip a beat. He adjusted the waistband of his sweatpants—the fabric still feeling heavy and damp against his skin—and grabbed a towel from the bench with a practiced, nonchalant shrug.
"Sangwon felt like he was going to hurl," Jiahao interjected smoothly, his voice dropping into that melodic, soft-spoken tone that always made him sound like the perfect, concerned hyung. He stepped toward his water bottle, his gait still a little stiff, though he hid it well. "I had to help him stay upright for a bit. Just a dizzy spell, I think."
"Yeah," Sangwon added, offering a small, tired smile that didn't quite reach his glazed eyes. "The lights were just spinning for a second. I’m good now, though."
Leo looked them over one last time, seemingly satisfied with the excuse. "Alright, if you're sure. Drink some electrolytes. We’re going from the second chorus."
As the members scrambled back into their positions, Sangwon caught Jiahao’s reflection in the massive mirrors. Jiahao was looking right back at him, a tiny, almost invisible curve at the corner of his lips. Sangwon felt a fresh thrum of heat between his thighs, the secret weight of what they’d just done settled deep in his bones as the music began to swell once more.