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The days had been moving at a quiet, routine pace ever since the two decided to engage in their strange dynamic—or at least, that's what the older of them assumed it would be. On a random day, they decided to put an end to the sexual tension between them and began dating secretly, far from prying eyes to protect their privacy, given that they worked in the same environment.
It was the very environment where everything had started—getting to know each other, stealing glances, engaging in side conversations, and sharing fleeting touches. That is, until one day when Yeonjun eavesdropped on a group of female coworkers talking about their sexual experiences.
Truthfully, Yeonjun was never the type to enjoy gossip, and that was the main reason for his reservations about his relationship with Soobin. Throughout their entire time dating, he couldn't stomach the idea of everyone talking about them in passing or in casual chatter, exactly like what was happening right now.
"You have to believe me!! We didn't agree for it to last more than a few months, he's the one who came begging back," a coworker whispered to her friend while scrolling through her phone. She was trying to hide her frustration over the way she broke up with her boyfriend, but she was really only trying to convince herself. Everyone on the floor had seen her face smeared with leftover makeup as she cried over losing him—or, more accurately, over his cheating.
Yeonjun never intended to listen to the smallest details of his coworkers' lives, not even once. His own life was enough.
Soobin was enough, even if their working hours were a typical 9 to
5.
Living together satisfied him, even if it meant they were always busy and their only breathing room was a few hours working out at the gym, returning to their shared apartment to rest and sleep, and then heading back to work the next day.
He was content because, at the very least, a quiet day didn't necessarily mean a disastrous one, even if it lacked a few things that he simply pushed to the back of his mind. He tried to focus on the conversation happening behind him as it took another turn.
"He wasn't even worth my time," the cheated-on girl hissed spitefully. "His dick was similar to MAC lipstick size . He couldn't make me climax more than once, and even that one time I had to use a vibrator instead of him." She sighed, as if trying to prove something after a sudden silence fell among the rest of the coworkers. Even Yeonjun's fingers stopped typing on his keyboard. He pursed his lips, trying to imagine himself being the talk of the office. He felt like cold water had been poured over him; he shook his head and resumed his work.
Then, the discussion morphed into a competition of stating the maximum number of times a person could climax in a single night. At that moment, Yeonjun silently thanked the heavens that Soobin was absent from this floor and busy somewhere else.
"I came 8 times with my ex-boyfriend, but I was so high I don't remember most of it." Eunbi, the youngest among them, puffed out her chest proudly while twirling the ends of her hair, but she was caught off guard by her friend's gasp. "Is that really possible? I thought that only happened in porn!"
So... drugs?
Yeonjun was too simple of a person to comprehend all these exaggerated experiences without seeing them for himself, or at least researching them—something along the lines of free will or whatever. He wasn't naturally curious, perhaps because his mother played a major role in suppressing his desires when he was young. She trained him to be content and grateful for what he had, hoping that better things would naturally come his way.
So, when he returned with Soobin to their apartment at the end of the day, he realized their fridge was
empty since they hadn't gone grocery shopping in a week. As he stood there, the fridge light reflecting on his face, he felt the presence of the taller man behind him, having changed out of his work clothes into something more comfortable.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you today. It's okay, we can go together right now," Soobin murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss to Yeonjun's temple. "Or we could eat out?"
Yeonjun was mentally exhausted, and Soobin’s sweetness wasn't helping.
So, he just nodded and headed out, feeling the younger man following him like his tail, still mumbling and trying to interlock his hand with the older's.
Yeonjun smiled, linking their fingers together as they walked. Living further away from their workplace helped them hide their relationship from the rest, which allowed him to relax. They were both adults, more than capable of choosing what was right for them, but maybe later, Yeonjun promised himself. Later.
"Soobin. I was thinking."
Yeonjun felt Soobin's body lean toward him, encouraging him to continue as they entered the supermarket and began gathering what they were missing. "Should we take some time off? It's been a long time. The last time was when your sister gave birth and you had to travel to see her, and as for me, it was a year ago." Yeonjun noticed Soobin stop scanning the shelves, so he turned his head to look at him.
"Do you have a place you'd like to go?"
"No, I want to stay home with
you."
"Hyung?" Soobin looked confused as he studied the older's face, considering that staying at home was all they ever did after work hours.
"I want to try something with you," Yeonjun tried to avoid Soobin's eyes as he said it, so as not to draw any more suspicion.
After they finished and returned home, Yeonjun sighed, listening to Soobin's hurried footsteps as he prepared dinner. He scratched his head, intending to take a short nap while waiting, before he felt Soobin's hand slip around his waist and his face nestle against the side of his head.
"So tell me, Hyung, what should we do on our day off?"
Yeonjun took a deep breath, stroking over Soobin's hand. After swallowing his words down, he finally decided to set them free.
"I want to try having sex with you for more than the usual 20 minutes on the weekend. I want to experience the maximum number of times I can climax without drugs, without stimulants, without any interference—just you and me."
Soobin parted his lips before closing them again. Well, Yeonjun knew they weren't exactly vanilla, but... dedicating a whole day off specifically to find time for this activity of theirs... it felt like wasting an opportunity.
He knew.
But he decided there was no harm in asking for more sometimes. Yeonjun smiled at the sudden memory of their time months ago, which coincided with Christmas. Staying idle at home for days with your partner allows you to discover more, to discover each other's bodies more. That was when Yeonjun learned he was interested in BDSM, albeit the lighter kind. Given that he was in his early thirties, the idea of whips and heavy spanking wasn't an option on the table; it was far-fetched. He didn't have the time to hide bruises or complain about a stinging pain the next day just for a few moments of pleasure. In his eyes, it wasn't worth the trouble.
He felt the younger’s lips tracing a line of light kisses down the back of his neck and smiled to himself; it was a sign of yielding. Not that he ever doubted the other, or thought he would ever refuse him a request.
Soobin had never denied him anything.
Even when it came down to making decisions where he could have put himself first, he always chose to put Yeonjun first instead.
He sometimes thought it was because he was the older one, or perhaps due to his own naturally controlling demeanor. But he realized otherwise when Soobin’s actions proved he put Yeonjun even before his own family.
This made him thrill at his status in the other’s eyes, yet it made him nervous at the same time. Did Soobin expect the same in return? Or perhaps even more—
"How about we discuss this after dinner? I'd love to listen to you, Hyung, once we get our energy back. If you want to take the day off tomorrow, we can do a little research to make it happen!—"
Just like he was doing right now.
Yeonjun nodded smoothly. It seemed settled, there was no going back; forty minutes later, he found himself at their table, helping to clear away the remains of their dinner.
"So, I was thinking," he began, easing into the topic. "Morning sex wouldn't be so bad." Obviously, it would happen at the start of the day.
The whole point was to try something new. Given the hectic nature of their daily lives, Yeonjun had never really dared to entertain the thought before.
Soobin answered without hesitation, "First, tell me how many times you expect me to make you come."
"Wasn't the plan to figure that out together?" Yeonjun rubbed his thigh, muttering.
"Give me a number, Hyung."
"Five times."
Soobin's eyes went wide. What? Was he starting to doubt himself?
"Alright, but I don't expect to stay hard for that long. I think I'll need to come at least once to keep going—"
"Okay."
Did he sound excited? It didn't matter; they both had reasonable stamina. Endurance had never been an issue for them anyway. Time was their real problem.
Soobin smiled, nodding. "Let's do it. I'll get everything we need ready after I take care of a few things. I'll leave getting the day off to you. I also want you to tell me exactly what you want to do during it." Soobin stood up to press a kiss to his forehead. He was warm.
Just like always.
Did he really deserve him? It wasn't the right time for such thoughts, as Yeonjun’s gaze fell on the glass of water on the table after Soobin walked away.
Yeonjun was going to need to drink a lot of water. The ideas were already beginning to take shape in his mind—everything he wanted to try to reach their goal in the morning.
So, it was settled. They would try it after getting enough sleep and rest.
Yeonjun rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He needed a long bath for this. He got up to get ready, stealing a glance across their shared bedroom at the other, who seemed completely engrossed in his laptop.
Shortly after, Yeonjun found himself soaking in the bathtub, staring intently at the bathroom ceiling. The water enveloped him, his arms resting casually along the edges of the tub.
Some time passed without him making a move to go to bed, his mind preoccupied with curiosity.
His hands trailed down over his taut chest, tracing over his stomach beneath the water, all the way down. He pressed his fingertips lightly against his clit there.
He shook his head. He was going to need his energy tomorrow. He would leave all the work to Soobin, no doubt about that.
While drying off and finishing up his routine, he sensed the taller figure stepping into the bathroom, naked and ready for his turn. He purposely avoided looking at the other's soft, idle member, focusing his attention instead on the mirror in front of him.
He didn't look too bad for someone who slept as little as he did—or perhaps he just had a skewed perception of what someone his age should look like. It wasn't as if he ever expected to hit thirty this fast, not with everything constantly happening around him.
He decided to stop overthinking as he heard the sound of the shower running beside him. He finished drying his hair and headed to bed, waiting for the latter to join him.
A pair of arms snaked around his waist some time later as he was lightly dozing. He murmured, "What were you looking up earlier?"
He heard a soft chuckle from behind him before the answer came. "I did my homework, Hyung. You don't have to worry. All you have to do is sleep."
So, he really did sleep.
He slept deeply in the arms of the man two years younger, who often acted ten years his older. He felt as if he were on a soft cloud, having forgotten the last time he'd gone to sleep without setting an alarm for a precise minute every single day.
He was later awoken by Soobin's quiet voice telling him he needed to drink some water before he himself headed out of their room.
Yeonjun sat up, realizing the time: nine-thirty in the morning. Beside him were two bottles of water and the white spared sheet they only ever used for times like this
He sensed Soobin return to the room, carrying snacks filled with dark chocolate, which he tossed onto the bed, followed by a banana before he started eating another one himself.
"Hyung, how are you feeling?" Soobin asked. "Do you want to go back to sleep? We can start whenever you're ready."
Yeonjun shook his head. "How long have you been awake?"
"I'm not tired," Soobin said, swallowing what Yeonjun guessed was their breakfast for the day, for obvious reasons. He continued, "We'll use my fingers first, since I can make you come at least twice with them alone."
It certainly wasn't the first conversation his brain had to process within minutes of waking up, but he wasn't about to complain. Soobin's fingers could compete with any sex toy Yeonjun might try; he had a way of curling them that tantalized his senses.
They hadn't even started yet.
The snacks thrown on the bed seemed less appealing now, but he knew he needed them. He took a deep breath before drinking some water first, as Soobin had left the room again a few minutes ago, most likely to finish getting ready.
His body was ready for the activity to come, but his conscience was beginning to nag at him. Was this really worth it?
He swallowed the last bite of chocolate before taking off his clothes and heading to their bathroom. There was no turning back now. It's not like it's the first time, he told himself.
Fifteen minutes later, the two found themselves on the bed. The curtains were open, letting the light stream inside. Soobin was still dressed.
He began to crawl towards the older man, who was leaning with his bare back against the headboard.
"Tell me what you want," Soobin said, his eyes softer than usual, searching.
"Love me."
Soobin nodded, processing the words internally before reaching out to cup Yeonjun's face in his hands. His thumb brushed under Yeonjun's eye as his gaze dropped to Soobin's lips, which drew closer to capture his own in a warm embrace. Yeonjun closed his eyes, a thrill of anticipation building for the role-play that was about to follow. He felt it immediately as the younger man got off the bed and stood beside it.
"Get on the floor."
There it was.
Yeonjun swallowed the air in his lungs before complying, getting on his knees and tilting his chin up toward the other man. A lock of Soobin's hair fell carelessly over his face; maybe he needed to get it cut soon—
Soobin's hands began to remove his loose, grey sweatpants, pushing them down to his ankles. Nothing underneath.
Yeonjun's hand instinctively found its way to cup Soobin's soft balls, curiously stroking him. The plan was to make *him* come, but just because Yeonjun wasn't great with words didn't necessarily mean the same applied to his mouth.
His other hand found its way around the base of Soobin's cock, working it with light pressure, up and down. Soobin's expression didn't shift, not that it had to. He was still soft, and the role demanded it.
Yeonjun's finger traced the head of his cock before he stuck his tongue out to lick it, closing his eyes. Soobin's skin was cool; maybe he'd taken another shower this morning, Yeonjun wasn't sure. He finally felt the other's hand in his hair as he began to grow semi-hard. He took half of his length into his throat, breathing through his nose.
His left hand was still caressing his balls. Yeonjun loved them, he thought to himself, deciding to give them their due attention. He buried his face there, inhaling before giving them a long licks.
He felt Soobin's hand tighten in his hair, guiding him. Yeonjun opened his mouth, taking him deeper, and froze when he felt the other's hips begin to move forward thoughtlessly.
So this is how he wanted to do it? He let go of his balls and placed his hand on Soobin's hip, trying to get used to the rhythm, only to feel it swatted away dismissively. He pulled back before snapping, "Don't be a brute!" Soobin knew how s ensitive his throat was and how different his voice would sound the next day if he wasn't careful with his thrusts, but it was clear he'd thrown that to the back of his mind the moment he felt the warmth of Yeonjun's mouth around his currently useless cock.
"Open up and suck it like you mean it."
Yeonjun's eyes narrowed. So he wanted to play dirty. Fine, then.
Yeonjun licked his lips before opening them in a relaxed invitation, allowing the other to use him. He brought his hand back to his balls and squeezed, encouraging him. Soobin muffled a sound as he pushed deeper, but at the same time, he seemed hesitant to pull his hair. He gripped his own length instead, stroking himself. Soobin's moans contradicted the role he was supposed to be playing, but Yeonjun felt that this was exactly what he was looking for. He believed that a man who let his sounds free in bed was a man without restraints, even if he was using his throat relentlessly like this.
At least he pulled out, releasing a string of his climax onto the floor.
Yeonjun had never been more grateful.
He doesn’t want to spend this morning with burning eyes if he came on his face .
As Soobin handed him the water bottle, Yeonjun knew they were finally about to begin. He watched the younger man discard the last piece of clothing onto the floor before giving him a nod.
"Lie back on the bed. Spread your thighs."
Yeonjun swallowed his water before scrambling clumsily onto the bed. The white sheet felt soft beneath him. Soobin didn't hesitate; his hands immediately smoothed over Yeonjun’s bent, spread knees.
His hole was already wet—unsurprisingly—but what did surprise him was the sharp slap of Soobin’s hand against his inner thigh, a silent command to spread wider. Yeonjun let out a soft groan before complying, watching as Soobin's hand moved up in a silent apology, lightly caressing the taut skin of his stomach.
He exhaled, relaxing under Soobin’s touch as a finger flicked lightly over his clit with fleeting touches, as if getting to know it for the first time. Soobin’s palm rubbed his lower abdomen possessively, humming to himself. "Look at you."
He then captured Yeonjun's face in a kiss far rougher than the last. Yeonjun kissed back without hesitation, but Soobin soon broke away, trailing down his neck before giving his erect nipples his full, undivided attention.
He felt Soobin shift backward, settling between his thighs, before sliding his middle finger inside his eager walls.
Yeonjun held his breath for a few seconds as Soobin finally curled his finger, brushing against *that* specific spot. He writhed, trying to adjust, while Soobin’s face remained buried against his stomach, leaving a trail of urgent, trembling kisses. A second finger joined in, and Soobin’s free hand left his thigh to press down hard on his lower abdomen. Yeonjun gasped; the pressure was doing incredible things to his body.
Soobin was up to something—
His fingers began to move faster than before, hitting his sweet spot with absolute precision. Yeonjun opened his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut. "That's... too much."
Soobin scoffed, as if expecting the reaction. "What? Is it too much for you to handle? Didn’t see that coming from you before."
Yeonjun bit his lip, swallowing his words as a third finger pushed inside to tease his walls. He felt a rush of warmth coating the taller man's fingers. The other hand pressing down on his lower belly wasn't helping at all—
"Just... when are you going to use that useless cock of yours?" Yeonjun managed to provoke.
But Soobin’s brow remained furrowed, his focus entirely downward. Yeonjun’s hips began to move in sync with the maddening thrusts. He found himself gripping the white sheet beneath him, then letting it go, his back arching up off the mattress.
It took everything in him not to reach down and rub his clit to ease the overwhelming sensitivity, knowing it wasn't an option on the table. But he decided to test the other man anyway.
He opened his mouth, letting out a heavy pant, and moved his right hand past Soobin’s arm resting on his stomach. He pressed down on his clit, but in less than a second, Soobin’s hand roughly swatted his away.
He didn't even give Yeonjun time to complain. Soobin's fingers accelerated their thrusting, and Yeonjun's eyes widened.
More—
Right there. The first orgasm hit him like reaching the end of a long, dark tunnel. Yeonjun’s body went completely rigid as he let out a cry. It felt like electricity was shooting through his veins, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Yet, Soobin's hand didn't slow down. And then, his mouth joined in.
When
His chest heaved up and down as he tried to blink away the tears for a clearer view. Soobin’s entire face was consuming him, not just his mouth. He relentlessly attacked his clit with his tongue, drawing it between his lips before releasing it to nuzzle it with the tip of his nose.
Not even a minute had passed since he came, and already it was flushed and throbbing, responding eagerly to the sudden, intense stimulation after being ignored. Soobin's tongue and lips worked together, devouring him like a starving man finally at a feast.
Yeonjun’s hand moved to the back of Soobin’s head, pulling him in closer. Surprisingly, Soobin didn’t push him away.
Something throbbed inside him, and for a fleeting moment, he felt completely full. He didn't have time to process it before his mouth fell open, his thighs trembling involuntarily. The second climax hit him faster than expected—slightly milder than the first, but it didn't stop him from letting out breathless, relaxed moans.
Soobin's tongue trailed up, leaving lighter kisses over his neatly trimmed pubic bone. He let Yeonjun's thighs drop, relaxing against the bed. Yeonjun hadn't even realized he was crying until the younger man was wiping his tears away, placing soft kisses beneath his eyes, murmuring sweet nothings. Soobin then sat up, pulling Yeonjun up with him and handing him the water bottle.
"How do you feel?" his voice was much softer now.
Yeonjun nodded after taking a sip from the bottle, meeting the other's eyes. "Relaxed."
He noticed Soobin's hand moving to stroke his own length as he leaned in, capturing Yeonjun's lips in a soft kiss before his hand pushed him to lie back down. However, the gentleness vanished as Soobin roughly manhandled him onto his side. Yeonjun gasped, pulling air into his lungs, just before he felt Soobin’s solid frame press against him from behind.
So, he wouldn't be able to see his face for a while.
Soobin's long torso pressed flush against his back. Yeonjun’s eyelids fluttered half-open, his gaze catching Soobin's hand as it trailed down his hip to cup his ass cheek, lifting Yeonjun's upper thigh to make room. Yeonjun understood the silent message, reaching down with his left hand to help support his leg, holding it up.
For a few agonizingly quiet seconds, all he could hear was Soobin’s light panting behind him as he stroked his cock, prepping himself before finally burying his length deep into Yeonjun’s wet cunt.
Both men groaned in unison as the older felt his lower lips gradually stretch, making way for the cock to enter. He tried to relax his hips to accommodate him, as the angle alone was already perfect; the head of Soobin’s cock greeted his G-spot with every preparatory thrust, coaxing his walls to take more. Yeonjun panted . His insides felt unusually sensitive, and Soobin’s morning stamina was starting to worry him. Was he always this animalistic?
There was no time to figure it out, because in the very next moment, Soobin sank all the way inside. Yeonjun whimpered at the sudden, absolute feeling of fullness. The base of Soobin’s cock pressed flush against his rear, his balls resting proudly between Yeonjun’s thighs.
They took a minute just to breathe. However, Soobin’s hands betrayed the stillness, wandering over Yeonjun’s body with curious, exploratory touches as he hummed, "I got you, Hyung."
The reply came quickly whispering. "Then show me."
Soobin didn't even give him a second to process. He slammed his hips forward with a roughness that made Yeonjun gasp, burying his face sideways into the pillow with a loud wail. If only he would change the angle, it wouldn't be this agonizingly sensitive. A barrage of relentless thrusts followed. Soobin's long fingers gripped Yeonjun's hip bones, kneading the flesh there, while his hot, heavy pants struck the back of Yeonjun's neck.
Yeonjun’s hands found their way to his own throat in anticipation. Not a second later, the other man got the message. Soobin replaced Yeonjun's hands with his own, pressing down in a light chokehold that made Yeonjun’s eyes roll to the back of his head.
Right there.
This was what he lived for.
Yeonjun allowed his long legs to relax, taking everything given to him with obvious gratitude, evident in his heavy pants and the desperate sounds leaving his mouth. He felt the younger man lean in closer, dropping his hand from Yeonjun's neck to press down hard on his lower stomach instead.
Yeonjun’s eyes flew wide open, his mouth parting in a muffled scream. A soft chuckle followed.
"I'm there... you feel me?"
Yeonjun’s thighs and legs began to tremble in an alarming way. He stared down at them with a deep frown between his brows—they were actively twitching. Soobin took in the sight and resumed his thrusting, the sudden movement sending an even greater shock through the older's body. His pussy clenched tightly around Soobin from the sheer sensory overload. Soobin let out a sharp sound; instead of slowing down, he caught the back of Yeonjun’s neck with his teeth, biting down in an attempt to ground him.
He felt a sudden warmth slipping from his hole as the younger man pulled out. The wetness obviously belonged to Yeonjun, considering he was still fully erect, his hand tightly gripping his own base with pressure.
Yeonjun was exhausted.
Or maybe just entirely, completely numb—he couldn't exactly tell. He hadn't been in control of anything since the morning began, but at least Soobin knew what he was doing. As hands guided his body to roll over and lie flat on his back, Yeonjun tried to keep his eyes open, tracking the figure hovering over him. Soobin grabbed the water bottle, urging it to his lips. A string of murmured words accompanied the action; Yeonjun guessed Soobin was asking him something, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough to listen.
Does coming multiple times make you this stupid?
He must have said it out loud, because an immediate answer followed. "Yeah. But we aren't done yet."
So, he *did* admit that he looked stupid.
Yeonjun blinked at the hands that hooked his thighs and folded them together to the side. His body was light as feather at this moment , his breathing just beginning to return to a normal pace. He smiled, parting his lips. Was it possible he was still asleep and everything happening was merely a dream? But the two fingers that entered his mouth, assaulting his tongue with very real pressure, proved otherwise. Yeonjun moaned around them, licking what he was given, as a hand gripped his jaw while he felt his throbbing cunt returning to fullness.
His heavy cock kissed his lower lips. Yeonjun desperately wanted to look, certain he looked like a disaster down there; his sensitive skin usually flushed so quickly. He tried to spread his thighs to catch a glimpse, but the hand gripping his jaw didn't budge despite his efforts, and Soobin’s other hand pressed down on his knees to hold them in place. He whined, knitting his eyebrows together. The other returned his gaze for a moment but didn't yield.
"Why are you whining? You're always complaining with dissatisfaction, you're never satisfied." Yeonjun shook his head around the fingers in denial, but was met only with a laugh. "Yes! If I were wrong, we wouldn't be here in the first place, you needy Bitch.”
He finally freed his mouth, then freed his thighs next—
Two fingers joined his cock down below, and Yeonjun cried out in surprise, eyes open wild.
"Is this enough? Since you're such a needy for my cock and for getting stretched out this much."
Yeonjun’s whining turned into a wail, thinking to himself, *is this how he sees him?* Yeonjun no longer knew, nor did he really care anymore, as he felt the intrusive fingers slip out and pinch his clit instead to hold it while keeping thrusting into him.
Yeonjun's thighs clamped together. Despite Soobin's continuous thrusts, he started to feel deeply uncomfortable; drinking all that water earlier finally seemed to be kicking in.
He uttered, "I need to pee"
"Finally?"
Within seconds, his body was subjected to rough handling as he was flipped onto his stomach. He used the brief moment to draw much-needed air into his lungs, right before the younger entered him all over again, his face meeting the side of his head.
"Come first then i will let you”
Impossible! Even though this current position was his absolute favorite, he didn't think he could focus enough to reach climax, as his urge to urinate was seriously starting to worry him. Soobin's torso pulled back, his hands cupping the cheeks of his ass from behind, only to return and bury himself deep with a single hard thrust before stopping.
Maybe he was fighting himself too.
Great.
"Raise your hips a little."
The voice reached him with feigned nonchalance; it was obvious Soobin was resisting coming at any given second. But Yeonjun complied anyway, which was immediately followed by fingers rubbing his wet clit in circular motions.
Still inside him.
He moaned into the bedsheets, desperately wanting to push Soobin's hand away and rub it himself; no one knew the right pace but him—
But the hand's pace sped up to prove him wrong, and Yeonjun thanked the heavens for the position that allowed him to hide his face, absolutely certain that his currently scrunched-up expression wasn't exactly the sexiest look he could muster.
Like hot water spilling from inside him, covering Soobin's hand.
Everything was too much.
Way too much.
Did he? Just now? He lifted his head to check, to look, but Soobin's reassuring voice reached him.
"you just squirted , what a shame i think we should do it under the shower then”
So, he didn't.
He blinked, his flushed face making him feel like he was suffocating, the urge to pee still persisting. His eyes darted toward the water bottle, praying Soobin wouldn't ask him to drink again.
Soobin's chest pressed against him from behind, embracing him as he trailed kisses down his back. The goosebumps on his skin stood up at the attention.
Could they just stop now?
How much time had passed, anyway?
"Come on, Hyung. You can do it."
Yeonjun swallowed hard, directing his gaze toward him. His strained expression must have finally worried the younger man, because Soobin was now kissing his face gently, soothingly.
"I'm sorry, Hyung. You’re not a bitch, nor are you stupid."
Yeonjun managed a weak smile, his pussy throbbing with renewed interest. He nodded at Soobin's return to his usual self and immediately used it to his advantage.
"Let me pee."
Soobin chuckled, nodded, and urged him to stand up. Yeonjun complied sluggishly, catching a final glimpse of the spare sheet.
A massive wet patch marked exactly where he had been lying. He scratched his head, padding after the younger man who had already stepped into the bathroom and turned on the showerhead.
Yeonjun finally headed to the toilet to relieve himself, but a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, stopping him.
He cried out in surprise as Soobin shoved his body flush against the wall right under the shower spray.
No way.
He whipped his head around questioningly to object, but the younger man's arms were already wrapping around his chest. The cold water cascading over both of them made the urge to pee even stronger, and Yeonjun groaned in sheer frustration. He was starting to find the situation completely unfun, but he tried to reason with himself: peeing in the shower wasn't the absolute worst thing that could happen to him today.
His situation definitely wasn't worse than Soobin's, who had only climaxed once and was still relentlessly pushing him to the edge, just like now. Soobin was chuckling, clearly finding the whole predicament incredibly entertaining.
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow at Soobin's highly amused expression as the younger man hoisted Yeonjun's thigh up, pinning his leg against the glass shower door.
One single, deep thrust inside him was all it took for him to open his mouth in silent scream , desperately fighting the overwhelming sensitivity shooting through every nerve in his body.
Relentless, rough thrusts followed. The water pouring down from above made things feel far slicker and messier than they seemed, and Soobin was clearly moaning louder than him now.
Yeonjun scoffed at him internally, but what ultimately silenced him was the violent trembling of his standing leg and Soobin's rough, punishing thrusts from behind.
Ah, fuck it.
He tried to relax, letting his bladder finally loosen in turn, as Soobin's voice echoed loudly off the walls of their bathroom:
"Come on, Hyung. Let it out. Both ."
Yeonjun shook his head in denial, wiping the water from his face, though it was useless as more continued to pour over his head, flowing all the way down to his erect clit through where they connect making shameless wet clapping sounds . What had been bothering him down there finally flowed out, as Soobin's relentless thrusts had left him no other choice. So much was happening at once, but Yeonjun tried to anchor himself to each sensation to process it all: the warmth of Soobin coming inside him, the release of the last drop from his bladder mixing with the shower water beneath them, and his own climax that forced his eyes shut as his legs could no longer support his weight.
Thankfully, the taller's body was there to support him, so he let everything take its course.
Yeonjun couldn't remember the last time his body had experienced this level of exhaustion, fatigue, and absolute euphoria all at once.
If it were up to him, he would have collapsed onto the bathroom floor and pant like a leaf.
But the water stopped flowing. Standing on his own two feet, he suddenly felt a cool-yet-warm body embracing him from behind, followed by a shower of kisses on the side of his head, grounding him back in the moment.
His absolute favorite part of Soobin taking care of him at the end of the day was his sweet, idle whispers, just like what he was murmuring into his ear right now: "I'm proud of you, Hyung. You did well." Out of breath soobin murmurs despite his own loud heartbeat.
Did he? Considering the effort, it was the younger who had done most of the work.
"My sweet babe." Soobin turned Yeonjun around to capture his lips, silencing his internal thoughts. Yeonjun kissed him back—or at least struggled to, given the numbness that was beginning to spread from his head down to his toes. However, Soobin's hands cupped his face, a worried crease forming between his eyebrows as he looked at him. As Soobin's thumbs gently wiped beneath his eyes, Yeonjun finally realized.
Warm tears were streaming down his face.
He closed his eyes, letting more tears fall freely. Soobin didn't waste a second, pulling him toward the empty bathtub, lying down first, and then pulling the older's body right on top of his.
"Talk to me, Hyung."
His head found its resting place against Soobin's chest, hiding his silent tears, while Soobin's hand gently brushed the wet strands of hair away from his face to get a better look at him.
Had his excessive curiosity driven him to this point? Was he truly just insatiable in the end, contradicting how he usually perceived himself?
Soobin was right. He was always right.
For a few minutes, all he did was breathe in the scent of Soobin's wet skin beneath him, listening to his sweet words with a soft smile gracing his lips.
He swallowed the lump in his throat before finally deciding to speak, his voice muffled:
"Thank you, Soobin-ah. You did well too, for someone needy as me."
He was met with silence for half a minute before Soobin chuckled, catching his eyes instead. "Hyung, you know I didn't mean what I said earlier, right? It was just the usual dirty talk, you really—"
"It was worth it, Yeonjun. You came five times, and that was your goal, right?"
Yeonjun answered him with his lips. Unable to find the right words, he simply acted on how he felt: with overwhelming gratitude.
He licked Soobin's lower lip, capturing it between his own pouty ones. He would never get tired of them, especially not when Soobin kissed him back with such responsive hunger. Yeonjun's hand reached up, pulling at the hair on the back of Soobin's head, coaxing a soft moan from the younger before submitting to his lips, which eventually trailed down to press against his broad neck.
the younger man, making him yield entirely beneath Yeonjun’s mouth as those gentle kisses trailed down to his broad neck.
Yeonjun felt like he was floating on soft clouds. He kept murmuring soft words of thanks against the solid chest of the man holding him. The bathtub was just spacious enough to comfortably fit them both, and the idea of dozing off right there was becoming incredibly tempting.
"I'm right here, Hyung. You can sleep now."
And so, he did.
Perhaps it was his absolute trust, or just how profoundly comfortable and familiar his body was with the other's. None of the 'whys' mattered. All that mattered was this exact moment, and the pure, unconditional intimacy Soobin was giving him—an intimacy he had always freely given without ever asking for anything in return.
"You're so good to me."