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It's not a matter of why— it's a matter of don't.
Under absolutely no circumstances must Taehyun get drunk around his group mates. Simply because there are two traits that come to fruition when Taehyun drinks. First, he gets unbearably horny. To the point that he, on multiple occasions, had to excuse himself to the bathroom to finger himself like a dog humping a leg— just to stop the ache that had him rubbing his legs together and the wetness that pooled in his boxers.
Second, his secure characteristic of being as 'straight as a ruler' flies straight (ironically) out the window. As if his high school days of experimentation and discovery meant nothing. As if the underage drinking in hushed friends' bedrooms, desperate frottage, messy loss of virginity and the sexuality spiral resulting was just a waste of his time.
You can imagine the trouble these attributes cause in tandem.
A fear that manifested from years of experience was waking up in a bed that made his stomach sink— and his back ache. An old schoolmate that wanted to catch up after all these years, a staff member from a company dinner, a complete stranger with broad shoulders. A feeling he vowed to never have in the hands of one of his members that he cherished like brothers.
Taehyun, however, was not a saint. He still allowed himself to drink around his members. He could accept a shot of soju for a congratulatory barbecue dinner or a can of beer in a hotel room after a concert. He was careful. Attentive. He liked to think he knew his limits.
Which was exactly how he was in that situation.
Hyperaware of his movements. Of the way words stumbled out mixed up, leaning a little too heavily on whoever happened beside him, and the painful swell that started to ache between his legs.
No big deal, he thought, hopeful. He'd just have to excuse himself back to his room, take care of it really quickly, sober up a little, and come back like nothing happened. After all these years of his problem, he'd gotten unfortunately good at finishing himself in record speed in relatively muffled silence.
He still had control. He was still aware. He still didn't desire to pull out Choi Soobin's dick and start bouncing on it right then and there.
Just as Taehyun was about to get up and excuse himself, someone crashed heavily into his side. Latching onto his arm and rubbing his head into it. Yeonjun, ever the steadfast.
"Tyunnie, let's go back to our room… Amsootired." He mumbled unhelpfully. They weren't even sharing a room that day.
Okay. Slight deviation in plans. Taehyun will take Yeonjun to his room, tuck him in snug as a bug in a rug, and make it back to his own room with no issue. Not ideal, but he couldn't seem to waver Yeonjun's grip on him.
The struggle was worse than he thought. It didn't help that Yeonjun had gone practically limp the second he was in his arms. It didn't help that his legs were still sore from their concert earlier. It also didn't help that Yeonjun just smelled so good. The faint smell of beer on his breath, the sweat that clung to him after hours of drinking, the sharp masculine cologne. Dismally for Taehyun, it hit him almost like pheromones would, triggering something deep and needy in his body.
Yeonjun's body weighed heavy in a way that made Taehyun feel small. His long arms wrapped around his shoulders, wide chest pressed into his back, long legs dragging against the ground.
Taehyun weakly fantasised what that weight would feel like pounded into him. What those arms would feel like wrapped around his waist. What those legs would feel like straddling his hips.
He practically threw him onto his bed with a heavy crash when they got to his room. Yeonjun groaned to no one in particular about Taehyun being too rough.
Taehyun was about to give himself a pat on the back and exit smoothly when he felt his arm being tugged back. He turned around to see Yeonjun give a sullen, almost desperate look.
"Don't go, Tyunnie." He whined.
Taehyun could do nothing but stare.
Stare at the older sprawled on his bed. Black hair mussed like hands had been all over it. Pupils blown out like he just saw the prettiest thing in the world. Red lips thick in a pout like he was begging for something. Cheeks flushed like he ran a marathon. Eyebrows furled like he was mid-prayer.
Taehyun couldn't just leave him like this. And maybe, a more sober him would've been able to.
Maybe.
Yeonjun giggled as Taehyun was tugged into bed with an embarrassingly little amount of resistance. His shoulders hit the mattress first, then Yeonjun's toned arms on either side of his head. He could smell the sweat that mired under them, and for some reason, that turned him on more than disgusted him. He felt so small under him.
Taehyun could feel his heart race at the proximity. Yeonjun was so close to him, closer than he'd ever seen the other before, their breaths mixing in the little space between.
Yeonjun had always had naturally rosy cheeks that bloomed over his skin, but in the closeness, in the dim hotel lighting, did Taehyun grow to appreciate them. He ran his fingers over his cheeks, letting them cup around his jaw and ears. He trailed his hands down his face, across the warm neck and down to his arms, feeling every muscle constrict in the slow caress.
Their lips caught each other fast and hard.
Wandering hands found themselves everywhere. Taehyun's hands were methodical and savoury, following the curve of abs that flowed into waist in slow, lingering touches. While Yeonjun's gripped hard and dug painfully into soft flesh that indented from long fingers. Taehyun leaned into the touch, desperate to feel more.
He hid his head in the crook of Yeonjun’s neck, letting him explore as he wished. Yeonjun left soft kisses on his hair that contrasted the tight hold of waist, like Taehyun was about to slip out of his grasp at any second. Fingers dangerously close— yet still so far from heat. Taehyun whined, tugging at black hair, asking for more.
Taehyun pulled Yeonjun back into a kiss by the grip in his hair, using the groan he let out to explore further and deeper. To taste the back of his throat. He sucked and nipped and tugged and bit; everything that made Yeonjun's head spin. Taehyun dug his fingers into Yeonjun’s hair harder as if to keep him exactly where he wanted him. As if to pull him so close they became one. He got clumsier in his actions as the seconds went by. Yeonjun sighed into his mouth.
Yeonjun pushed their hips together, the feeling of his hard cock against his abdomen sent a shiver straight down his spine. His breath hitched, but that was barely noticeable when Yeonjun swallowed any sound that came out of his mouth.
The room filled with muffled groans and heavy petting as Yeonjun's hand snaked closer to Taehyun's heat. He leaned into the touch, knees drawing together instinctively as hand went to palm over his crotch. Yeonjun's other hand was steady against his hip, keeping his legs apart.
His body gravitated towards him, humming at the way his large hand slid over clothed pussy.
Taehyun was just starting to sink into it, his mind going pleasantly fuzzy, ready to let his body take over— if not for the abrupt shift in pace. A sudden stop. Yeonjun was not touching him anymore.
Taehyun whined and opened his eyes to meet Yeonjun's that were scanning his face, furrowed eyebrows, pink wet lips in a pout, head tilted in confusion— like a dog wondering why his owner wasn't following him.
That's when Taehyun realised, in his drunken daze, that he might have overlooked a small detail.
A small, tight, wet detail.
He felt suddenly very sober.
He panicked. His stomach sank. Everything in the room disappeared around them, and suddenly it was just him, ears ringing. He was looking for something to say as his hands fidgeted at sheets below him.
"Uhm, I, um—" He felt his throat closing at the words.
Yeonjun stayed silent. Lips pressed together in a line. Taehyun didn't know whether the quiet was more or less terrifying.
"Yea, I have a pussy," He sighed, "Sorry, I just totally spaced and forgot to tell you, I was just so into it —into you— that I didn't even think about it. I'll leave if you want me to. I'm sorry, hyung, I shouldn't have—"
"No!" Yeonjun said a little too loudly, making Taehyun crumble into himself. Yeonjun rushed to correct himself, rubbing the sides of Taehyun's arms to comfort him, "I mean, sorry— I mean, it's okay! Totally. I was just a little shocked."
Yeonjun looked at him with big eyes, the dimness of the room and their closeness made them look like stars were dancing in them. Taehyun could see the warmth in the way his eyebrows drew together. The need in them.
Yeonjun took a deep breath before looking away, almost shy.
"If you're okay with it, I'd like for us to continue?"
Taehyun softened at the transparency.
"Okay, let's keep going." Taehyun smiled into another kiss, much softer and delicate than before. Taehyun could feel every groove in his lip and every sigh on his breath. Yeonjun cupped his face as they clumsily found their rhythm again. He melted into the kiss as fingers found their place.
Yeonjun's hand cupped his cunt once again, more confident, his finger tracing it over his sweatpants, smearing wet against the seam. Taehyun arched into the feeling.
Yeonjun nipped at the waistband as it trailed up, straddling just at his knees so he could get a good view of every reaction Taehyun would have. Rubbing against his abdomen in slow circles as his hand crept in, unhurried and teasing.
When his hand finally got close enough that it tickled hair, Taehyun felt a shiver run down his arms.
His fingers finally touched him. He was already twitching and wet that Yeonjun didn't even need to work for it. Ring and middle fingers traced the shape tenderly, coating in the wetness. Taehyun threw his head back, hair sprawling against pillow, the sight of Yeonjun's hand buried in his pants too much for him.
Yeonjun was quick to work at his clit, but hovered in a way that barely touched him. Taehyun could feel the calloused finger graze lightly in a way that had his hips pushing for more. Just barely enough to feel. He needed that dig. Needed that rush. Taehyun felt out of breath.
"Please, hyung. No teasing." He could only whisper.
Yeonjun chuckled like he was smug, but he listened well. He pressed his finger just that bit harder. Sped up the petting just a little faster. Enough that it caught Taehyun's breath and twitched his legs. Not enough to reach that high. But Taehyun had been aching for contact for so long that anything was enough for him. He let out a deep sigh that ventured into a satisfied hum.
Yeonjun's other hand found purchase in the small curve of his back, caressing gently as if to ground Taehyun. As if to keep him where he wanted him.
Yeonjun was much gentler and loving than he thought he’d be, teasing his entrance with his ring and middle finger while his pointer pressed into his clit in a relaxed way that had Taehyun grinding up for more. Taehyun never thought he’d be in a scenario where he was the one rushing a much more calm and collected Yeonjun.
Taehyun buried his head into stronger shoulders, his nails dug into the others back. Yeonjun didn’t seem to feel, or rather, mind the slight sting.
He felt the poke of a finger entering him and let out an embarrassing whimper. Feeling his walls cling onto his finger like a lifeline, the stretch making him throb.
Taehyun was closer to finishing than he'd like. If the way his heart started racing faster and his legs threatened to shut indicated. He didn't know whether he wanted to stop Yeonjun, or tell him to go faster.
Taehyun reached out numbly to find the other boy's crotch, whether to halfheartedly tell him to slow down or to return the favour— he didn't know. Letting out a soft groan at the feeling of it in his cupped palm. The weight of it, the size of it wrapped around his fingers, and the small moan from Yeonjun that went straight into his ear. It brought a thrum of satisfaction to him. Taehyun responded immediately. He needed more.
He tugged unsuccessfully at his waistband. He could only think about how he wanted to feel the heft in a closer way.
Taehyun would say he wasn't particularly attracted to dicks. The unfortunately many times he'd drunkenly hooked up with men had been very… callous, that he never really had a chance to decide whether he was physically attracted to them. He just desperately needed that feeling of being full that he was sure anything of that size and shape would do just fine.
Which is why the next words that came out of his mouth surprised him. He blamed it on the alcohol.
"Let me suck your cock, hyung."
Yeonjun looked just as surprised as Taehyun was. He blinked at him as if processing the words.
Then he moved.
Holding onto Taehyun’s arm, Yeonjun flipped them over and guided him to straddle his lap, leaning back comfortably against the headboard. A smug look on his face that barely concealed the awe in his eyes. Taehyun found himself rushing. With no words said, he nudged himself down the others body, surely in a very un-sexy and clumsy way as he grasped at limbs and sheets and clothes just to make himself comfortable. He ended up on his knees, back arched, ass swaying in the air, hands hooked on waistband, face so delicately looming right above his hard-on. Yeonjun's eyebrows knit at the sight.
Taehyun pulled down the sweatpants just enough to get access. Too impatient to make a show of it. Too desperate.
Taehyun paused at the sight of his cock. He gripped just where the base met hip, his other hand worked the length in small strokes, letting it stand tall in front of him. He could feel the throb under his hands.
Taehyun knew in the back of his mind (more like through wandering eyes in changing rooms) that Yeonjun may have been… well endowed… but seeing it so close, in that context, gave a silent thrill that had Taehyun's stomach flipping and his pussy aching. It was beautifully pink.
Taehyun gave a tentative kiss on the head. Letting out a pleased sigh at the smoothness, the weight, the heat, the smell, before teasing a slow flat lick up the entire length.
He felt a strong hand wrap around the nape of his neck in response, not authoritative, but grounding. It made Taehyun’s hand reach for Yeonjun's lower abdomen, feeling the reactive twitch from his warm palm under it.
He got to work wrapping his lips around the tip and lowered himself down inch by inch. Feeling his lips strain around the girth. Letting his tongue rest along the veined bottom as he reached the base. He found himself holding back a gag at the feeling of it touching the back of his throat. His eyes watered.
Taehyun wasn't nearly as leisurely as Yeonjun had been with him.
He quickly started making his way up and down, bobbing his head in rhythm, feeling every bump and groove and vein along his mouth. The slow drag up to where his lips caught on head, and sudden plunge down to where nose met hair had Yeonjun’s head thrown back, fighting back the groans that caught in the back of his throat. His chest was rising faster, already a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead and the hold on the back of Taehyun’s neck tighter. Taehyun moaned against the length, shudder coursing through them both at the vibration.
Taehyun couldn’t get enough of it. The feeling of being consumed by everything that was Yeonjun. The heady smell when he buried his nose into stray pubic hairs, the bitter taste of cock in his mouth, the warmth of the strong hold against his neck, the groans that echoed in his ears, the wet smack of cock in his mouth. His senses filled with him.
He sucked and flicked and licked. He could feel the tickle of drool spilling out the sides of his wet mouth. The ache in his jaw. He would only come up for a breath, but even then, he mouthed at and kitten-licked the head like any loss of contact would kill him right there. Wet whines filled the room.
Taehyun found his hand snaking down his own body, desperately palming his sweatpants to grind against his hand. Feeling the way his pants soaked up his wetness. The roughness of the fabric was just enough for him. He just knew he looked pathetic, but he couldn’t care when he felt the way Yeonjun's hips started to push into his mouth. Barely noticeable. Like he was holding himself back.
"Tyunnie— please, slower, baby." He felt Yeonjun's hands wrap around his jaw, guiding his gaze upwards. Taehyun rested his lips against the warm head and peered at him through lashes.
"I wanna be in you when I cum." Yeonjun looked sharp in his demeanour, dominant, but his face couldn't hide the desperation. Eyebrows furrowed, cheeks flushed, whimpering like a dog. Yeonjun couldn't be assertive even if he tried.
Without much effort, Taehyun let the other grab onto his arms and pull him up to straddle his hips. He felt the wet hardness slot in between his clothed legs. Saw exactly how far into him it would go as it sat flushed. Savouring the way his cock shuddered at contact.
"Ride me?" Yeonjun whispered. His hands ran up and down his thighs like he was begging.
Taehyun felt suddenly bare at the angle. At the way eyes raked up and down his body. Somehow shy at the vulnerability. He bit at his hand hiding his face.
Without a word, Yeonjun knew the answer.
Yeonjun tugged Taehyun’s pants down, leaving Taehyun to adjust out of them as he reached up to pull his shirt over his head. Despite his previous bashful demeanour, Taehyun let himself be completely bare, letting the other's hands dig into the skin of his waist. Relishing in the way flesh dipped under the hold.
He let his wet folds grind pathetically at length, coating it in slick, quivering at every vein. He felt himself fall weak to the bliss, falling into the other's neck, feverish bodies pressed flush together, humping weakly against slicked length.
Taehyun felt Yeonjun brace his feet against the mattress below them and guide the tip of his cock to his entrance. He shuddered at the contact. Of smoothness against him. Yeonjun kept his hold in place, letting Taehyun move at his own pace.
Taehyun wasted no time. He let out a guttural moan as he sank back onto the cock, feeling his hole sting at the stretch around girth. Every dip, every vein, every twitch dragged through him. The feeling of being filled had him out of breath immediately. Undoubtedly going straight into Yeonjun’s ear.
When he bottomed out, he stilled. Lifting his head up just enough to glance between their flushed chests and sculpted abdomens to see the way his hips sat flushed against the other. No trace of a cock seen between them. Taehyun found himself wrapping his arms weakly at the other's shoulders as he fell back into the crook of his neck, shaking, letting their bodies press together as he pushed himself up slowly. He could only whimper at the drag inside him.
The fullness. The friction of their sweaty chests. Yeonjun keened straight into his ear, his arms wrapping around the small of Taehyun's back.
Taehyun was slow. Painfully slow after that previous display of desperation. At that point, too pliant to push for more.
"I'll help you, Taehyunnie." Yeonjun breathed out. Taehyun shook his head immediately, his hair tickling Yeonjun's neck.
He didn’t know why he was so determined to do it himself when typically he would’ve been long manhandled into being fucked towards ecstasy. Something about Yeonjun made him want to work harder– just to make him feel good.
Yeonjun relented, and Taehyun continued with his slow, tantalising pace. Unsteadily lifting himself up until rim caught on ridge, then sinking down slow. It was intoxicating. The way Yeonjun’s hips slotted perfectly into his own. The tight, silky slide inside him. The shudder when his clit pressed flushed against the other's abdomen. The slap of wet skin when hips made contact.
He continued this pace for much longer than Yeonjun could handle.
It wasn’t until he finally unburied himself out of the others hold —sat back with the palms of his hands on Yeonjun’s thighs, Yeonjun's hands finding purchase where hip meets leg— that he saw how utterly fucked out the other was. How perfectly stunning he was.
Face so rosy that even ears burned pink, eyes brimming in tears barely able to hold themselves open but so desperate to admire the other, ends of dishevelled hair wet with sweat, flushed chest rising and falling. A sudden possessive greed flickered through Taehyun, urging him to coax more reactions from him.
Taehyun let out a breathy exhale, leaning back to give Yeonjun the view he was so craving. He lifted himself until Yeonjun’s tip got caught in his entrance, before slamming down hard. Throaty moans left them both. Taehyun’s keens filled the room as his pace grew sloppy. Bouncing himself weakly, shuddering at every slap of skin.
He rocked his hips— as desperate as he was to chase that pleasure, he was more focused on guiding Yeonjun into a quivering finish. Yeonjun's hands gripped at waist so hard that nails dug into skin, delicious low moans filled the room, slap of skin echoing his ears, all fuelled more desire in Taehyun.
But, his thighs started to burn at the effort. His body grew weak at the exert. He was practically panting. As pace started to falter, determination started slipping into submission. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Please…" He begged weakly, shaking his head as it fell back, "Help me, please— nnghh, hyung."
Age was never something Taehyun brought much attention to during sex. Maybe the submission, maybe the size difference, but not age— That was until he saw the way the other's eyes widened, glinting in something he couldn't quite name. Determination. Desire. Arousal. The reminder of their dynamic flickered something that hit all the right spots in Yeonjun’s drunken daze. Flickered his need to take care of his sweet, desperate younger member.
Yeonjun found himself wanting to give Taehyun anything he asked for.
He was quick. Before Taehyun even had time to react, whether that was actually from the speed or from how fucked out of his mind he was, he was flipped over onto his back. Shoulders hit pillow first, then his face into the others. It was a messy fight against lips, but he couldn’t pay much attention to it when the other held his hips down and fucked into him. Hard and frantic.
Wet slaps and bed squeaking echoed loudly, but Taehyun’s groans into the other's mouth was all Yeonjun could hear. He felt Taehyun’s legs wrap around his waist, arms scratching at broad shoulders, walls squeezed around him. He felt so close to crashing.
The familiar ache settled deep in his abdomen. His pace grew uneven.
Yeonjun's grip moved down onto thighs, pushing Taehyun to meet his thrusts, earning louder moans in response.
“Harder… harder, hyung, pleaseee.” The whines went straight to Yeonjun's cock.
Yeonjun leaned back, finally getting a view of how blissed out Taehyun was. His eyes screwed shut, brimmed with hot tears, hands clumsily gripped at pillows behind, back arched desperately into Yeonjun’s hold, body recoiling from thrusts, eyebrows knit, cheeks pink, lips red, teethed grunts loud.
Their eyes met.
He was a goner.
“Tyun-ah— fuck, I'm close.” His lips met the other's ear, licking and biting weakly like a dog. Like a wolf trying to scent his mate.
Yeonjun let one of his hands trail down, palming at the other's lower abdomen. Maybe it was his imagination, but he swore he could feel the way his cock moved inside him. The bulge pounding in and out.
His thumb found itself pressing against the other's clit, hearing the pleased sigh go right into his ear.
“Inside. Want your— haah, cum inside, hyung.” Was the last thing Yeonjun heard before he came crashing.
The ache in his cock released into pleasure. Hips stuttering as he filled spurts of cum into tight wet heat. Fragile moans breaking into breathy sobs. Boneless arms barely holding himself up. Heaving chests touching flushed. Tenderly, he pushed his cock in and out of heat, letting cum seep into crevices as his breathing steadied.
Yeonjun foggily registered the back of his head being caressed gently in the other's hold. The nails trailing along his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Spent, sticky, satisfied. He let out a deep breath against Taehyun's chest.
In his post-coital haze, Yeonjun noticed that Taehyun was gaining his senses back. But his body seemed too calm. Too steady.
Taehyun wasn’t finished. He hadn’t finished.
Yeonjun couldn't let that happen.
He sat up quickly, startling Taehyun for a moment, took his sweat-covered tank top off and pushed Taehyun up the bed. A surprised mewl sounded as Taehyun saw the other situate his head between his thighs. Taehyun covered his face weakly with the back of his palm at the sight; Yeonjun on his knees, still softened from cumming, eyes glazed over and wet— but he didn’t have it in him to take his eyes off the way the other slowly, tentatively, gave his clit a gentle lick.
Taehyun squirmed as he watched the other's attention settle on his pussy; no doubt taking pleasure in the way cum leaked slowly out of his glistening hole and stained the sheets. Yeonjun buried his face in it, nose digging into skin as his tongue pressed into his clit, lips wrapped around and keenly sucked, fingers tracing his hole. Pushing seeped cum back inside. Taehyun clenched around fingers that tucked into his spent hole.
Taehyun could only arch his back and push his hips into hot breath, too pliant to do anything but grip at sheets around him, melting into the touch. Into the way tongue lapped at him. Shivers ran down his arms. His head felt light. His chest felt heavy. And his abdomen felt that satisfying ache.
Taehyun could only see the top of Yeonjun's head buried in between his legs. Moving in languid back and fourths. The view went straight to his pussy in a satisfying shiver. Taehyun's shaky hand went to grip at hair, but was stopped when Yeonjun took hold of it instead. Their fingers intertwined while Yeonjun’s other hand pulled apart his folds. Taehyun threw his head back and let out ragged breaths, whines caught at the back of his throat. Hair sprawled against pillow, back arching off the bed, shoulders digging into sheets.
His legs twitched and wrapped weakly around head, pushing him impossibly deeper into heat. Yeonjun's fingers went back to probe into his entrance. Working the cum back in, spreading slick around messily. Wet slurping sounds loud. Everything felt too overwhelming.
Taehyun came, hard. Too lethargic to warn the other. Too muddled to even realise he was that close. His back arched deliciously into the feeling, breathing stilled, hand grabbing tightly onto hair, trembling nails sank into intertwined hand, and deep, shuddery moan so gutturally pornographic that Yeonjun distantly wondered if their members next door heard them.
Taehyun let out a satisfied hum as he came down from it, feeling the way his pussy throbbed in the lingering aftermath. Yeonjun's wet fingers caressing slow circles along his hip.
Letting his breathing steady as Yeonjun came back up, lips pink and swollen and slick and pouty. Taehyun ran his thumb over them, planting a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth. Yeonjun smiled into it.
Taehyun woke up slowly. In a way that blurred the edges around alertness and unconsciousness. He could vaguely feel the rising sun creep through the curtains and onto his skin. His eyes felt heavy. His head was pounding. His legs ached. But he was wrapped so comfortably in a warm duvet, long arms draped over his waist heavily yet so gently.
… Fuck.