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During a disastrous European Tour during which almost everything went wrong, the members of XLOV were pushed to the very limits of their capabilities and it was a miracle nobody was seriously injured.
Zero time between shows in other countries, they were forced to catch sleep in planes and terminals, just to then perform in cramped venues so suffocatingly hot that fans dropped like flies until their leader intervened. Then, the cancellation and subsequent rescheduling, followed by crushing guilt from missing out on meeting so many fans… Adding in the luggage they'd lost in transit, it'd felt like they'd been cursed.
Once it was over, everyone needed rest. Badly.
When they touched down in Korea, all four of them were dead on their feet. The impromptu team meeting held at baggage claim concluded with Wumuti croakily announcing that everyone was banned from the company building for at least a week. No schedules, no fittings, no vocal lessons, no filming, just rest and relaxation. It also meant no gym, no SNS posting, and no dance practice.
Strictly. Leisure. Only.
It'd sounded delightful to Hyun at the time, when he'd been leaning heavily against his suitcase for support, but now with the break stretched ominously before him, he found himself restless beyond measure. Spending the day lazing around wasn't really in the realm of Kim Jinhyung-approved activities, no matter how tired he was.
There was also the issue of little to do recreationally around the city now that he was a celebrity, with the very real possibility of being followed in public. Face-masks were only so effective, and Hyun would rather not have fans fighting each other online when somebody inevitably snapped a video of him while out and posted it somewhere.
The first couple of days had been fine enough, he'd slept in as late as he dared and then stayed in bed an extra twenty minutes for good measure, scrolling on his phone. He restarted his favorite book for the billionth time, began a new page in his journal, and even got tea with Rui and Haru without being recognized or stopping by the company building to sneak in any practice.
Nighttime was a different story.
Hyun found himself vibrating with unspent energy, tossing and turning his sheets into a frustrating tangle to be extracted from in the morning, sleepless and jittery. He tried jacking off to get some relief, but never managed to ignore his racing thoughts long enough to actually finish, that relaxing, muscle-deep satisfaction continuing to elude him. So, he spent the rest of that night hunched over his phone, scouring the internet for every possible homeopathic, therapeutic, or psychological technique he could realistically try within the confines of the apartment.
By the third night, when he could no-longer justify using what little hot water was left for yet another nighttime soak, Hyun went back to hitting the gym as early and as often as possible. Tense, tired, frustrated and horny in equal measure.
Now that he and Wumuti shared a dorm together, Hyun had anticipated having trouble burning away his excess energy without the other catching on. Of course, Muti didn't really do free time. They hadn't even bothered to sleep in for the first time in weeks, gone early that first morning after they'd landed. They stayed gone until late evening, so late that Hyun had already managed to drift off by the time they returned. When he awoke the next morning, Muti was gone again, purse missing from the hook in the entryway.
They hadn't even shared a meal together since they got back.
Maybe I should just go home for a visit, help mom around the house or something. At least then I'd be making myself useful, Hyun thought as he took the stairs instead of the elevator for good measure, savoring the burn in his thighs. Usually he'd jump at the chance to visit his family, drop off a stack of Polaroids and enjoy his mother's cooking, but he didn't feel like being there in such poor spirits.
Fourth day coming to an end, the sun began to sink over the district as the dorm building settled in for the night. Hyun concluded his second run of the day, neighbors no doubt tormented by his aggressively cheerful drive-by greetings from behind his face-mask at random hours. Unlocking the apartment door, he slid the headphones still blaring hyperpop off his ears, lungs expanding deeply under his sweaty workout clothes. While distractedly checking his blood oxygen level on his smartwatch, he almost tripped over Muti's chunky platform crocs laying unexpectedly in the entry.
Ten o'clock was relatively early by their standards, often locked in the studio until at least midnight. This meant there was a possibility Muti could actually get some rest, as long as they didn't work on anything from home… Which they were very likely to do. Regardless, Hyun hadn't expected to need to explain himself so quickly.
Kicking his sneakers off at the door, he debated in his head.
Muti already knew he was out, and he was still keyed up from his run, muscles warmed up and adrenaline in his bloodstream. His feet still tingled from hitting the pavement, golden hair plastered to his forehead with cooling perspiration. He should shower before his skin started to suffer, but instead he found himself following the cloud of delicious perfume leading to Wumuti's room. The door was propped open, low light spilling out across the hardwood. Music played softly from Muti's record player, the notes seeping gently out into the hall.
Hyun pressed the door open quietly with a nudge of his shoulder, peeking inside.
Wumuti was fresh from a shower, sprawled across the bed on their stomach and luxuriating in a haze of perfume. They were also totally naked, lithe and toned body delightfully rosy from the hot water, damp hair brushed back and beginning to curl. Their bare feet kicked in the air softly while sketching at something on their iPad, what looked to be concept art for their next album. A glass of wine rested on the side table that Hyun recognized as a kind that Muti had sampled on tour and fallen in love with.
The creak of the floorboards under Hyun's socked feet alerted them to his lurking.
"Tsk, there you are. I hope you aren't going to try and tell me you weren't doing what I know you were doing. I'm assuming this isn't the first time either." They tossed a glance over their shoulder at Hyun in the doorway, taking in his glaringly obvious post-workout visage before pursing their lips, completely unbothered by their own stark nudity.
"I can't be too upset, I guess. If I hadn't been working outside the dorm, you wouldn't have been able to sneak past me," Muti flapped a hand at the taller individual as they lamented, "eight years together, I should've known you would struggle with vacation of all things. Anyway, go shower, it's getting late."
Hyun blinked blankly at the naked blonde. The extreme irony wasn't lost on him, but he bit his tongue. Beautifully bare-faced, the tired shadows around their eyes were proof the late nights were taking a toll, even if Wumuti refused to acknowledge it. The wine was evidence enough of that.
Muti was still human, after all, even if they didn't typically identify with the concept.
In lieu of a response, he dropped his headphones on Muti's desk and climbed onto their bed, bracketing their legs with his knees before dropping his full weight against Muti's naked back. He pressed his sweaty forehead to Muti's shoulder and whined forlornly, squeezing them breathless once before releasing at the tiny 'oof' that escaped.
"Muti-ya, I'm sorryyy… I promise I really tried! But, I just get so restless, and I can't sleep! The only way I can get some rest is if I tire myself out, really! I tried everything." He laid it on thick, nuzzled into their neck pathetically, trying to appeal to their more forgiving, nurturing side. "Yoga, meditation, jumping jacks, I-I even tried counting sheep! Running is the only thing that helps… but I'm still too energized to sleep!"
Wumuti scoffed, turning to rest a cheek against Hyun's head where he spoke into their pulse point, sending shivers over their naked flesh at the vibrations. "Not the only thing. I guess I've been neglecting you, hyung is sorry," they turned off their iPad, docked the pen and shoved it off to the side. Hyun lifted his head to flash his lover a pitiful, puppy-eyed look that had Muti's lips curling fondly.
They flicked Hyun gently on the forehead. "Ack!"
"Now, let me up, I'll give you what you need," Muti bucked their hips back into Hyun's, jostling him just enough to indicate he should move if he actually wanted some relief. Hyun whined again, pressed his weight down harder, constricting around Wumuti like a python. He didn't want to let go, he missed them, needed the contact to keep from vibrating out of his skin. He rocked his hips down against the plushness beneath him, lowering his head again to nip at Muti's back, so narrow but so muscular, forgetting the metallic pinch of his braces for a moment.
"O-ouch! Careful! Nothing I can't cover up, remember? I only have so much concealer," Muti scolded, despite the flush on their round ears.
"Sorry!! I'm really sorry jagiya, I forgot. Gah, I can't wait to get these things off! I keep shredding you to pieces," Hyun despaired, laving his tongue over the little indents against their sinewy shoulder in apology, continuing to softly roll his hips. His cock was hard in his shorts and probably had been since he first caught the scent of Muti in the air, hopelessly Pavlovian after so many years.
"E-Enough of that, why are you still squishing me?! At least let me grab the lube, Jinhyung-ah!" Wumuti huffed and squirmed, grabbing at the edge of the bed with one hand to try and extricate themself from Hyun's grip. They managed about an inch of movement before a greedy hand gripped them around the chest, squeezing a warm handful of flesh and teasing one nipple with a dexterous thumb.
"Hey! Humping me like a dog isn't going to get you what you think, i-if you cum on my back I'll make you sleep in the lobby!" Muti yelped, flinching at the sudden groping. They slapped a hand over his and lightly squeezed the skin there in retaliation.
"I'll get the lube, just let me savor this, noona, please, just for a second…" Hyun trailed off, leaned back for a moment to rip his shirt over his head before he pressed back down, hips grinding faster as the syrupy warmth in his stomach started to spread. It felt like he could cum just from this, already so tightly wound and desperate, but he needed more, wanted to experience the entirety of what Muti was offering him, despite their own exhaustion.
Hyun snagged the lube from the bedside drawer and dropped it on the blanket, gracelessly sliding his tight shorts and underwear down his long legs. He exhaled shakily as his erection slid hotly against the seat of Wumuti's ass, straining with arousal.
"Feel so good, mh– missed you… Always so busy, when you should be resting like everyone else."
"Mm– maybe we should just stay like this the rest of the break, s-seems like a win-win if you need an outlet and want to keep me from working so badly, " Wumuti's voice went breathy with arousal, each exhale in perfect tune and dripping with eroticism. Their hips pressed back and then forward into the bed in a slow grind, soft length beginning to harden from the friction. They glanced back, cheek turned against the sheets and plump mouth glossy with saliva.
Suddenly, Wumuti's eyes sparked with a touch of annoyance, brow twitching at their lover's slack, dazed expression.
"Kim Jinhyung, you aren't the only one turned on, y'know, so you better hurry up!" Muti seemed to give up all patience as the sentence left them, grabbed the lube before Hyun could make a move and covered their hand in it. They reached back to grasp Hyun's cock, coating the length with a tight, methodical grip. The younger shuddered wildly at the cold slide of Muti's wet palm, brackets digging against the inside of his mouth as he tried to keep from moaning aloud, a dimple popping in his cheek. Once they deemed Hyun sufficiently saturated, Wumuti started on their own body, tongue pressed between their teeth in concentration and head pillowed by their forearm. Another dollop of lube before one slick finger pressed inside their hole right to the third knuckle, bony wrist bending at an extreme angle that would be worrying if it were anyone but Wumuti.
"Y-you're driving me crazy, noona, seriously…" Hyun squeezed his erection tightly to relieve some of the arousal that filled him at the sight, a pathetic whimper escaping him. He soaked in the erotic display, the contraction of tight muscle in their back, the way their mouth dropped open on a wet gasp. A second finger joined the first as Muti stretched slowly, veins twisting in their forearm. Hyun's eyes slid back to their mouth, so glossy and red. He wanted to taste it, bite that mouth open and drink whatever was inside. He settled his knees between Muti's thighs then, nudging them farther apart and yanking their hips up higher, those fingers stuttering in motion as they slid deeper with the new angle.
"Mmmh, f-feels good– nhh, want you inside, c'mon," their free hand reached back to grip one plush cheek, pulling it aside to reveal the pink furl gripping their slick fingers tightly, sliding them out just to press three fingers back in.
Hyun swore under his breath, hands grabbing the dip of Wumuti's waist tightly, pressing his thumbs into the dimples right above their ass. He watched those three fingers flex and stretch for a moment before he pulled Muti's hand free of their relaxed hole. A pearl of excess lube slid down their smooth perineum, tempting Hyun to follow it with his tongue. Instead, he caught that droplet with the head of his cock, dragging it between their cheeks, savoring the slick slide as their hole fluttered along the underside of his shaft, like it was trying to pull him inside.
The teasing, slow touches were starting to get to Wumuti as the ache in their own belly bloomed hotly. They thumped one foot against the bed twice like an angry rabbit, shifting their hips to try to press the head of Hyun's erection against where they were wet and open. "T-thought you were desperate and overwhelmed, now you decide to have self-control? After I'm all ready for you?" Wumuti cussed at him in their mother tongue, syllables clipped with frustrated exertion.
Hyun gulped nervously, petting a hand soothingly over their flank. It'd been weeks since they'd been able to have sex, so highly scrutinized on tour that they couldn't risk it, even if there hadn't been much time for that sort of thing anyway. The close quarters, hot lights and exposed skin every night on stage, it made the sexual frustration so much worse, and Wumuti was in almost as bad a shape as Hyun was. In danger of ending the night with only his hand for company if he kept this up, he hurriedly pressed the head of his cock to Muti's hole, opening them up in one slick slide.
"A-ah, sorry, sorry, just– missed you, t-thank you, love you so much– hahh," Hyun babbled, pressed a careful, close-mouthed kiss to Muti's cheek, trembling slightly at the silky heat engulfing him.
He lost himself in Wumuti for a moment, pressed his lips to the pattern of moles across his lover's shoulders, let the familiar tightness of their body soothe the restlessness in his chest. Finally, some of the buzzing in his head began to recede, replaced with a prickling at the base of his spine as the world narrowed down to the beauty underneath him, clutching around him. Muti always knew just what to do to help, always had a solution, would even offer themself as a balm for whatever ached. Selfless beyond reason, destined for sainthood. Their scary leader persona was more of a method acting exercise they used to promote good behavior and active listening. Behind it lay a goofy, squishy, gentle person, a crackable shell with a soft center.
Hyun really loved Wumuti more than his extensive vocabulary could describe, owed them everything, would do anything for them if they would only ask.
Muti panted heavily against the sheets where they lay, facedown in the bed, abdomen clenching with each press inside. So full already, they focused on breathing manually to keep from getting lightheaded. Hyun draped himself across Wumuti's back once more as he pressed his hands into the mattress beside their head and thrust downward, bed-frame rocking as he picked up speed. Exhaling sharply, Muti grasped at the wrist in their line of sight and pulled his arm to press a gasping mouth to where Hyun's pulse beat wildly under his golden skin.
"Nhh, s-so deep like th's," they slurred into Hyun's wrist, tongue sliding over the tendons there teasingly, spit smearing wetly.
Dropping onto his forearm, Hyun gripped Wumuti's slim jaw with that same hand to slip two fingers inside their mouth. He pressed them down against their tongue and Muti whined high in their nose at having something to finally occupy their wandering mouth. They swirled their tongue around those fingers, licked between them as Hyun snapped his hips forward harder, watching his lover's face crumble in ecstasy from his periphery. At the force, Muti's jaw began to tighten unconsciously, teeth digging into his skin as they cried out sharply beneath his hand. He slid his fingers out, dragged them wetly down their chin to cup their jaw again.
The soft blanket below Wumuti started to dampen, flushed cock drooling from the constant pressure inside where Hyun stretched them open with a steady and efficient rhythm, almost like he was setting the pace for one of his runs. Those consistent waves of pleasure built so quickly it took Muti by surprise, body locking up, voice suddenly pitched up with something like panic.
"J'nhyung, uhn–! Wait, a-ah– too much, c-cumming!" They cried out roughly, throwing an arm back to press firmly against Hyun's firm abdomen, attempting to slow his hips. Back curled, their cock jerked sharply, ropes of fluid streaking across the blanket. He slowed the roll of his torso to a halt as Muti's body clamped down so tightly it was almost painful, walls fluttering around him.
"S-shit, already TiTi? Hah, should I pull out? Didn't mean to make you cum like that…" He asked breathlessly.
Wumuti nodded shakily, face hidden pressed against their forearm. As soon as he slid free of their heat, they collapsed to their side. The taller sat back to catch his breath, still straining length glistening with lube and pre-cum. The air between them was thick and hot, heady aroma of sex mixing with Wumuti's perfume like some kind of pheromone bomb. If Muti could engineer a fragrance for him that matched that smell, he'd probably never have trouble cumming again. Hyun focused on that ridiculous thought, practicing a few tantric breaths until he managed to collect himself enough that he didn't feel like he was about to fall apart, hands gripping his own thighs tightly.
"Too much? You're really sensitive, it's been a while, huh?" Hyun asked, a touch worried he'd broken them. Panting, Muti just shook their head as words continued to evade them, rumpled hair shielding their watery eyes. He let them recover for a moment, watched their shoulders heave deeply once before Muti flashed him a weak thumbs-up.
Hyun snorted fondly.
He grabbed them by the hips, palming warmly over the tattoo there before rolling them onto their back. Wumuti went easily, unfolding their quivering arms above their head, belly-ring shifting with the tightening of their abdomen. Another bolt of arousal lanced through him at the fucked out expression on their face, round eyes half-lidded and fixed loosely on Hyun, shiny lips slack, wet length rested in the valley of their hip. He moved to press his tongue into that mouth again, licking over Wumuti's teeth hungrily. A pale hand pet gently over his neck and up into his short hair, stroking a finger behind his ear as they kiss.
"I-I'm still, uh, I haven't… but y'know I can try to take care of it myself if you don't want to go on, jagi…" Hyun mumbled sheepishly when they broke apart, trying to keep the choking need out of his voice.
"S'fine… gimme a sec, just… mmh– gotta come down, then I can go 'gain."
"If you say so, but don't be self-sacrificing for once, noona, I'm trusting you to tap out if it's too much," Hyun huffed in reply, pressing their lips together once more, an appreciative kiss for their willingness.
When he released Wumuti's mouth again, his high cheekbones were flushed, eyelids hooded with pleasure. Muti squeezed a hand loosely over his shoulder, kneaded softly at a pectoral, thumbing the nipple teasingly. Hyun's frame was noticeably pumped from his workout, chest and biceps tight and full. As much as they preferred dance to such rigorous athletics, Wumuti had to admit the results were delicious. Low lamplight from the bedside glinted off the sweat covering his skin, lengthy torso heaving with arousal, and Muti wanted to get their mouth on him again. Before they could voice that thought, Hyun hiked their legs up against their chest, knocking their hand away to press his cock back inside.
"Ghh, fuck! A-ah-!" Wumuti's head kicked back at the pleasure-pain of overstimulation, veins in their neck visibly strained as a sob tore from their throat. The press back inside had their nerves lighting up like a Christmas tree. A flush crept steadily across Muti's chest like spilled wine, thin skin unable to hide the heat coursing beneath it. Hyun folded their body in half, pressed their noses together as he panted into their mouth, breathing in each hiccuping moan that passed their lips, hands gripped under their knees. He admired the way Wumuti's strong thighs flexed in this position, lasered completely bare like the rest of them. Pretty and shapely, like a doll's.
He could probably recognize their thighs by silhouette alone.
As Hyun leaned back to drape their legs over his shoulders, Muti cursed again, abdominal muscles quivering, "Mmh– s-so fucking thick– uhn, didn't think you would have th-this much stamina, what are you training for, huh?"
"It's not like I'm trying to drag this out, Muti-ya! J-just takes a while to get there, would you rather I have a hair-trigger dick that can't satisfy you?" Hyun grunted, flushing at the vulgar praise.
"K-kind of considering it right now, actually…" Wumuti snarked shakily, eyes glittering.
The frustrating heat continued to pull tight in Hyun's stomach with no relief. His brain felt like it was melting in his skull, muscles straining as he tried to focus on the silk walls around his cock, on the friction sparking up his spine. He pressed his forehead to a calf resting on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, straining his ears to focus solely on the lustful moans of his lover and the sensations that washed over him. Gripping their legs, he began to fuck them harder, hips rolling firmly, trying to chase that ratcheting tension. Muti let out another wrecked moan, pressed a hand to their lower belly where Hyun carved them out. The flushed head of their cock dripped wetly onto the back of their hand, almost back to full hardness and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum from the constant pressure against their prostate.
"Shit– Muti, feels so g-good, 'm close– I j-just, hah, can't, s'too much but– not enough," Hyun groaned, voice hitching between words, like he was about to cry. Even as agonizingly pleasured as they were, the blonde under him clutched whatever part of him they could reach, stroking soothingly as his lips quivered in frustration.
"Hey, s'okay baby, just look at me, l-look at hyung– it's okay just, slowly…" Heated palms cradled Hyun's face as Muti pulled him down to kiss his temple, hushing him softly. They stroked his cheeks before moving down to grab at his waist, changing the rhythm of his movement, like a freestyle dance, hoping the unpredictability would get Hyun out of his head. The angle repeatedly dragged his thick length against that sweet spot inside them, vision blurring white until they managed to blink it away. Only when Muti's eyes focused again did they realize they'd cum again, body producing only a dribble that clung to their belly-ring.
Dazedly, Wumuti shook their head in attempt to clear the fog of their second orgasm. "A-ah, don't be so calculated Hyun-ah, you're thinking too much, mh, just follow me," they gasped, eyelashes fluttering, struggling to keep from moaning with every breath. "Ohh, l-like this, just focus on me– ah, so g-good for me, love you so much."
Hyun closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of their skin, focusing on Muti's lilting cries and praises as their firm hands clutched his hips and pulled him in. The tingling from early began to build again, starting at the base of his spine before sliding forward to pool in his stomach. It became unbearable suddenly, a blanket of heat that flooded his system with sensation. Wordless cries fell from his slack mouth as he let the feeling build, let Muti fuck themself with his cock, even if it was only for his own benefit. That thought made him jolt, and as quickly as that band of pleasure tightened in his belly, it snapped. Hyun curled forward at the intensity, vision darkening as his balls drew tight, hips jerking helplessly as he finally came with a shout, spilling heavily inside Wumuti. Time moved like molasses for a while after that, his muscles slackened, his brain slowly coming back online. He blinked blearily against Muti's chest before sitting up, groaning at the sticky wetness smeared between them.
Hyun pulled out gently, then collapsed to the side so he wouldn't crush Wumuti, panting like he was drowning on land. He stroked over Muti's bicep and squeezed reassuringly before taking stock of the damage as his heartbeat began to slow. Muti was in a similar state beside him, legs jolting with leftover sensation and ruddy all over from the intensity, brow trembling. The record playing had long since needed flipping, room quiet, while the iPad was now on the floor along with most of the pillows and the bottle of lube.
Hyun rolled closer to Muti, nosing at their cheek as they caught their breath, curled on their side, knees to their chest. "Hah, ah, love you so much, thank you, really, n-not just for this, but–"
Muti hushed him, patting his hand weakly as they unrolled onto their back. "Shhh, none of that, just, l-let me lay here for a second, 'kay? C-cant feel my legs, or my hips… But I love you, so much. Even if you fuck like a machine that I can't unplug." Their head rolled to the side to shoot an exaggerated glare his way, before their eyes slid shut. Hyun let out a hysterical bark of laughter. He traced a finger over Muti's sweaty, flushed face and down their chest, nipples still peaked, to the mess of fluids across their thighs and abdomen. He made a point to memorize the image for later, better than any pin-up he could possibly find. It helped to have masturbation material prepared, just in case, given his lover's tendency to disappear for days on end.
With that thought, Hyun noticed that he was already half-hard again.
Ah.
"M-Muti– uhm, y-you don't have to help me this time, alright? Really, I can try to–"
Wumuti cracked one eye open again and gave a throaty giggle at his panicked face. "You're getting my hand this time. My body can't take another orgasm or another dick, I'm honestly not sure I'll survive it."
The next morning, Hyun woke up cheerful and serene at eleven o'clock to Muti's cheek pressed to his naked chest, hair a hopeless mess of curls, with hips and legs covered in red marks like they were grabbed by an octopus.
Did I do that? Man, what is my problem…
Despite the rough aftermath, the lines of Wumuti's face were smooth and relaxed, air puffing softly from their nose as they slept deeply for probably the first time in months, securely cuddled against Hyun in a pile of naked limbs. He sighed, squeezed his arms tighter around Muti's shoulders and dropped a kiss between their eyebrows. Maybe it was a good thing he'd rung them out so badly, if three orgasms was what it took for them to finally rest.