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Liyu scrolled through his feed, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his dark eyes. He didn't care much for the noise, but the reaction to their latest photo was impossible to ignore. On the screen, he saw himself tucked firmly between Woojin’s thick thighs, leaning back against the younger man's chest while Woojin’s large hands rested casually on his side.
Beside him, the bed dipped and creaked. Woojin was sprawled out in his grey sweatpants, completely oblivious to what was happening. He was focused on the iPad propped against a pillow, watching Harry Potter for the hundredth time while absentmindedly shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. A few crumbs tumbled onto the duvet, the exact thing Liyu used to complain about back in their trainee days. Now, he didn't even blink at the mess.
Liyu tossed his phone onto the mattress. He felt a restless sort of energy buzzing under his skin, fueled by the quiet hum of the dorm and the proximity of the guy next to him. He reached over, snatched the bag of chips out of Woojin’s hand, and set it on the nightstand. Before Woojin could protest, Liyu reached out and tapped the iPad screen, pausing the movie right as a wand was being waved.
"Hey, I was watching that," Woojin mumbled, his voice deep and slightly muffled by the food in his mouth. He looked over, his expression soft and confused, like a giant puppy wondering why his toy had been taken away.
Liyu didn't move away. Instead, he crawled closer, invading Woojin’s space until their knees were touching. "I’m bored, Woojin-ah."
Woojin blinked, his eyes dropping to Liyu’s lips for a split second before meeting his gaze again. "Do you want to play a game or something? We have to be up early for the recording tomorrow."
Liyu leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive hum. "Not that kind of game. I think we should just kiss. You know, fool around a bit."
Woojin stared at him, a slow, dim-witted grin spreading across his face. He let out a short huff of a laugh and shook his head, reaching for the iPad again. "Stop fucking with me, hyung. You're just bored because you've been on your phone too long. Go to sleep."
"I'm not joking," Liyu said, his tone sharpening. He reached out, grabbing Woojin’s wrist to stop him from restarting the movie. His grip was firm. "I want to see what it's like. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, especially after that photoshoot today."
Woojin’s smile flickered and died. He looked at Liyu’s hand on his wrist, then up at his face, realizing the older man was staring at him with a heavy, unblinking intensity. The atmosphere in the room was replaced by a thick, suffocating tension that made the hair on Woojin’s arms stand up.
"Liyu-hyung," Woojin warned, his voice losing its boyish lilt. "If you're doing this just to mess with my head, it’s not funny."
"I'm not," Liyu whispered, crawling over until he was straddling Woojin’s lap, mirroring the position from the photo but now facing each other with far less clothing between them. He pressed his palms against Woojin’s broad chest, feeling the steady thud of a heart that was starting to pick up speed. "Kiss me. Right now."
Woojin’s hands instinctively came up to steady Liyu, gripping his hips. His fingers dug into the soft fabric of Liyu’s shirt. He looked up at his groupmate, his pupils blown wide. He was a nice guy, always the one to play fair, and right now he looked completely out of his depth.
"I don't really... I've never actually done this before," Woojin admitted, his voice cracking slightly. He looked at Liyu like he was waiting for instructions.
Liyu just tilted his head, a small, encouraging smile on his lips. "It’s fine. Just start."
Woojin hesitated, then leaned forward awkwardly. He pressed his lips against Liyu’s in a quick, dry peck, like he was greeting a relative. He pulled back almost immediately, his face flushing a deep red as he searched Liyu’s expression to see if he’d done it right.
Liyu let out a soft, breathy laugh and shook his head. He reached up, cupping Woojin’s face with both hands, his thumbs stroking over the younger man’s cheekbones. "Not like that, Woojin-ah. Do it for real. Open your mouth just a little bit."
Liyu leaned in again, but this time he didn't wait. He pressed his mouth firmly against Woojin’s, moving slowly. He grazed his lips against Woojin’s bottom lip, coaxing him to respond. Woojin froze for a second, his heart hammering against Liyu’s chest, before he finally followed the lead. He parted his lips slightly, letting out a shaky exhale that Liyu swallowed whole.
"There you go," Liyu whispered against his skin, his voice thick and low.
He tilted his head to get a better angle, showing Woojin how to settle into the rhythm. It wasn't rushed. It was careful and heavy. Woojin’s hands moved from Liyu’s waist to the small of his back, pulling him closer as he started to figure out the weight of the kiss. He tasted like the salty snacks he'd been eating, but his mouth was hot and surprisingly soft.
Woojin let out a low, needy sound in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into the sensation. He was learning fast, his tongue tentatively flickering against Liyu’s in a way that made Liyu’s stomach do a slow, violent flip.
Liyu pulled back just an inch, his lips wet and swollen from the friction. He didn't say a word as he reached for the hem of his own oversized t-shirt. With one fluid motion, he tugged it over his head and tossed it blindly onto the floor. The cool air of the room hit his bare skin, but the heat radiating from Woojin’s body kept him warm.
Woojin’s hands had fallen away when Liyu moved, and now they stayed hovering in the air, his eyes glued to Liyu’s chest. He looked like he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to, his chest heaving as he tried to process the sight of his best friend sitting half-naked on his lap. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply in his throat.
"Woojin," Liyu prompted, his voice a command masked as a whisper.
Liyu reached down for the waistband of his shorts, pushing them over his hips with slow, deliberate movements. He kicked them off his feet, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. He looked back at Woojin, who was still sitting there in his grey sweatpants and hoodie, looking completely overwhelmed.
Liyu didn't wait for him to catch up. He reached out and grabbed the strings of Woojin’s hoodie, tugging them gently to bring the younger man’s head back down. "Help me with yours. I want to feel you."
That seemed to snap the cord in Woojin’s brain. He reached up, his large hands shaking slightly as he gripped the bottom of his hoodie. He pulled it off in one go, his messy hair standing up in every direction. Underneath, his shoulders were broad and his muscles were tense, mapped with a light sheen of sweat despite the air conditioning.
Liyu immediately pressed his bare chest against Woojin’s, a small moan escaping him at the skin-to-skin contact. It felt electric. Woojin’s arms wrapped around him instantly, his large palms spanning the width of Liyu’s back, pressing him so close there wasn't a single gap left between them.
Woojin buried his face in the crook of Liyu’s neck, inhaling deeply. His nose brushed against Liyu’s pulse point, which was drumming a frantic rhythm. He felt the weight of Liyu’s legs surrounding him, the friction of their skin, and the way Liyu’s fingers were now digging into the muscles of his arms.
"Is this okay?" Woojin asked into Liyu’s skin, his voice vibrating through both of their chests. He was still being careful, still the gentle giant even as his body was clearly screaming for more.
Liyu responded by grabbing Woojin’s face and pulling him into another kiss, this one much deeper and less patient than the last. He used his tongue to slide past Woojin’s teeth, and this time, Woojin didn't need any instructions. He met him with a desperate, clumsy force, his hands sliding down to Liyu’s thighs to hoist him even higher onto his lap.
Woojin pushed his sweatpants down his legs until they were kicked off the edge of the bed, leaving him only in his boxers. The friction of Liyu’s bare skin against his was almost too much to handle. He felt like a live wire, every nerve ending screaming as Liyu adjusted himself on his lap.
Liyu reached down, his fingers hooking into the elastic of his own underwear and sliding them down his legs. He tossed them aside and looked at Woojin, who was staring at him with a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated heat. Liyu didn't want to go all the way, not tonight, but the ache between his legs was becoming unbearable.
"Just use my legs," Liyu whispered, his voice cracking. He shifted, sliding backward slightly until he was sitting on the mattress right in front of Woojin. He lay back against the pillows, pulling his knees up and spreading his thighs just enough to create a tight, inviting space. "Put it here, Woojin-ah. Just between my thighs."
Woojin’s breath hitched. He moved forward on his knees, positioning himself between Liyu’s legs. He looked down at the pale skin of Liyu’s inner thighs, then back up at Liyu’s flushed face. He reached out, his large hands gripping Liyu’s knees to hold them steady.
"Like this?" Woojin asked, his voice a low, rough growl.
Liyu nodded, reaching down to guide Woojin’s hardness into the gap. As soon as Woojin pressed forward, sliding into the tight, warm friction of Liyu's pressed-together thighs, they both let out a strangled groan. It wasn't penetration, but the sensation of being held so tightly by Liyu's smooth skin was overwhelming.
Woojin leaned down, bracing his weight on his forearms so he was hovering right over Liyu. He started to move, a slow and steady thrust that sent waves of heat through both of them. Liyu squeezed his thighs together, increasing the pressure, his head rolling back into the pillow.
"Fuck, Liyu," Woojin breathed, his forehead resting against Liyu’s. He was losing his composure. Each slide forward made him gasp, his muscles rippling with the effort of holding back.
Liyu reached up, wrapping his arms around Woojin’s neck and pulling him down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss. He wrapped his ankles around the small of Woojin’s back, locking him in place. The sound of their skin slapping together and their heavy, synchronized panting filled the small dorm room, drowning out the sound of the iPad that was still flickering in the corner. They were both too far gone to notice that the screen had flared back to life.
Woojin’s pace picked up, his thrusts becoming shorter and more desperate as he chased the peak. He buried his face in the crook of Liyu’s neck, his teeth grazing the skin there as he felt Liyu’s thighs tremor around him.
"Don't stop," Liyu hissed, his fingers digging into Woojin's shoulders. "Right there, just like that."
Woojin didn't need to be told twice. He buried his face in the pillow next to Liyu’s head, his breath hitching as he focused entirely on the friction. The slick heat between Liyu’s thighs was tight, grounding him as he pushed his hips forward. He was completely lost in it, his large frame trembling with the effort of every movement.
Liyu’s hands moved from Woojin’s shoulders to the back of his head, his fingers tangling in the damp, dark hair. He pulled Woojin’s face up, forcing the younger man to look at him. Woojin’s eyes were hazy and dark, his usual kindness replaced by a look of pure, hungry need.
"You're doing so good," Liyu panted, his voice breaking as he squeezed his legs even tighter. He could feel Woojin’s heart thudding violently against his own ribs, a heavy syncopation that matched their messy movements.
The friction was becoming too much. Woojin let out a low, guttural sound, his back arching as he hit a pace that made the bed frame creak against the wall. He gripped Liyu’s waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of Liyu’s hips. Everything was focused on that single point of contact, the slick slide of skin on skin that felt better than anything he had ever imagined.
Liyu felt the tension in Woojin’s muscles reach a breaking point. The younger man’s movements became jerky and uncoordinated, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Liyu arched his back, meeting every thrust with a desperate tilt of his hips, encouraging the friction until his own vision started to blur at the edges.
"Hyung, I’m—" Woojin choked out, his eyes snapping shut.
He let out a long, broken moan into the hollow of Liyu’s throat, his entire body stiffening. He gave one final, heavy shove into the heat of Liyu’s thighs and stayed there, his muscles seizing as he finally let go. Liyu let out a sharp cry, his legs shaking uncontrollably as the sheer intensity of Woojin’s release sent him over the edge right along with him.
For a long minute, the only sound in the room was their ragged, echoing breaths. Woojin collapsed forward, his head landing heavily on Liyu’s chest. He was a dead weight, his skin slick with sweat and his limbs feeling like lead. Liyu kept his arms wrapped around him, his fingers still tracing idle patterns in Woojin’s hair as the adrenaline slowly began to drain away.
Woojin shifted after a moment, lifting his head just enough to look at Liyu. His face was still flushed, and he looked a little dazed, like he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.
"Holy shit," Woojin whispered, his voice completely wrecked.
Liyu let out a weak, tired chuckle, pulling the younger man down for one last, lingering kiss on the forehead. "Told you. Better than the movie."