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"When are you guys landing again?"
"Here we go again, come on Huening, we went through this already!" Yeonjun will throw up from the nerves if he has to walk through the plan again. For the seventh time this day.
"Okay, well– well Soobin isn't much better, he forgot you're moody with milk. The whole cake has to be remade."
Taehyun laughs heartily next to him in the car, holding the phone up to Yeonjun's face, –a bit too close, actually– while he's driving. It's barely a twenty minutes ride to the airport and he has carried out two heart attacks already. First, the car wouldn't start. He had to stop for a second to not scream. Next, Taehyun forgot his EpiPen. All they really need is an allergic reaction striking down at the poor, idiotic boy, and not having the EpiPen.
"It's called lactose intolerance, are you serious? And how come neither of you remembered?" The stress is evaporating from his head at this point.
"It's not like anyone else shits themselves from a little milk, hyung. I thought it's a made up allergy, anyway."
"Just forget about the cake. And you know what? I still remember, vividly, that you trusted that fart back in 2nd grade when you shouldn't have." The line goes silent, and he can imagine that betrayed, kicked puppy face in front of him clear as daylight.
Taehyun pulls the phone away with a disgusted groan and suddenly, the car gets loud again. They can never shut up.
The plan is simple. It isn't easy, but it is simple. Well, simple enough for two of his dumbest friends to pull off. Pick him and Taehyun up at exactly 5pm from the airport, drive back to their apartment with as few mishaps as possible, prepare everything for the little party, and then wait.
Wait for him.
Beomgyu.
In the midst of pouring all their vodka into an alarmingly big bowl of gummy bears that will later send them to the hospital with alcohol poisoning, cooking dinner and making sure Beomgyu has the whole week off, the younger will walk in to see his boyfriend sitting on the couch. Acting as natural as he can. Which won't be anything close to natural, more like excited and maybe even a bit teary eyed. But in the plan, Yeonjun is much cooler than in reality.
So really, the plan is simple. They only have an hour and a half to execute all of it, and maybe they'll just greet the clueless boy with the cake Soobin managed to mess up, and try to achieve the drunkenness the next day. It all depends on them. Yeonjun is obviously stressed.
Inside the plane the air is suffocating and everything is as loud as it always is, but reality only hits him when they take off.
They've been planning this for weeks. Yeonjun's been thinking about this for months. Even if things don't go how he wants them, which is a huge possibility considering who they're friends with, all he really cares about is hugging Beomgyu close to his chest.
It's been seven months. Seven months of not being able to hug him, to look into his eyes as they talk without the camera distorting their faces, to hold hands even when it's unbearably hot outside, palms sticking together from the sweat. To kiss him. Seven months is enough to make him want to give up everything he worked so fucking hard for ever since he could remember. In theory, he just had to desperately try to hold on and find time where they can see each other.
It shouldn't have been that hard, Taehyun and Soobin were able to squeeze time for each other in their schedules, they met twice every month while Yeonjun had to turn off his phone to not see anything in their groupchats, sulking in his bed because Beomgyu was once again busy from the first rays of sunshine to the moment he passed out from exhaustion. Nursing school sucks out all of your energy, he knows. But when he was free, Yeonjun was booked. They simply never found the right time to get away from their duties, but Yeonjun would rather stab himself with a rusty fork than give up on Beomgyu. And Beomgyu thought the same.
"Stop frowning. You already have wrinkles." Taehyun mumbles under his breath, with the teasing grin on his face only reserved for Yeonjun.
"I'm not. I'm just thinking about whether or not the walls are thin enough to make all three of you regret existing."
"Soobin's room is right next to his. Don't." He elbows him in the side, a clear sign of respect, and downs the whole bottle of water in one swig. He's nervous, too. Taehyun just likes to pretend he isn't as affected.
"Fuck, you've seen my boyfriend's room, and I have not. How is that fair?"
The flight attendants are offering overpriced sandwiches to the passengers like the flight isn't less than two hours long, and everything is still so loud that it gives him a headache. He just wants to land, get in the car and see him.
"Just a few months left. You're going to move in with him and I can escape your depressing state everytime he's mentioned."
"You will miss me. Admit it."
He didn't text Beomgyu today. Not because he wanted to be suspicious on purpose or to keep him on his toes all day, no, he just knew the secret would be out in a second if they started talking. One question about his day and Yeonjun would give in. Keeping anything from the younger was never something he was excellent in.
So he just didn't say anything. But Beomgyu wasn't a person who had a problem sending double texts and triple texts without getting an answer, this is the only reason they even survived seven long months apart. Communication, even if it didn't make sense or wasn't important, was vital. They never really had a problem with that, Beomgyu liked hearing himself talk and Yeonjun could not shut up either. He misses him so God damn much.
They never went this long without seeing each other.
During these two years, when Beomgyu was still having a much easier time as a student and lived at home without having to work his ass off to pay rent, and Yeonjun was significantly less into working himself to the point of collapsing either, they saw each other more frequently. That being once every other month, but still more than nothing.
"Don't be hard on Hueningie if he fucks up. He got fired last week." Taehyun's voice is slurred with sleep when he opens his eyes from the short power nap he took.
They're landing in thirty minutes, and Yeonjun is still a little out of it. He saw Beomgyu last night in the awful quality of his laptop camera, but seeing the real deal is a thousand times better. He misses the mole on his cheek, misses leaving kisses on his skin as they wake up in the same bed.
"Soobin will receive the oldest kid treatment, then. Whenever Kai makes me want to lose it, I'll just yell at Soobin."
"Sounds like an amazing plan, I'm in." He says, rubbing his eyes like he had the best rest of his entire life.
"We are the best boyfriends, Tyun."
And they really are. Soobin doesn't deserve the title because he sucks at texting Taehyun back, and Beomgyu is automatically better than everyone, therefore not needing the title. Even if Soobin and Yeonjun have been best friends since the very beginning, he spends majority of his time with Taehyun, who never shies away from dumping their petty fights onto his shoulders. Then he obviously goes to tell Beomgyu, who tells Huening Kai, and the next thing he knows is Taehyun barging into his room and telling him how Soobin just apologised, magically, all by himself. Taehyun is more patient than all of them combined.
"Did you two make up?" They had another argument about Grey's Anatomy last night. It's exhausting and entertaining at the same time.
"He watched an entire season without me, hyung. But he admitted that Dr. Burke is hot, so we're okay."
He sighs. "I miss Beomgyu."
Between landing and getting into Huening Kai's car, they had just enough time to shed a few tears followed by embarrassed insults thrown at each other. Huening Kai hugged him so tight his joints cracked one by one, but it was worth it when he saw the way he tried to hide his pout in his jacket. Their youngest was always the best at keeping it together, he didn't even show his sadness when the two of them moved away, but hugging Yeonjun after so long made him lose it. Yes, Yeonjun will use it against him later.
"Are you seriously going to wear the shirt he gave you on your first anniversary?" Soobin asks with a judgemental frown on his face, picking at the material on his chest.
It takes several seconds for Yeonjun to wipe the shocked expression off his face. "Now why the fuck do you remember that?"
"I'm literally his best friend, if you haven't noticed?" False. Unfortunately, Soobin is Yeonjun's best friend.
"I noticed you not wearing the bracelet Taehyun bought." He says with a smirk, ready to take the blow to his shoulder from Soobin, but the panic on his features tells Yeonjun he was going to be the one getting hit. Taehyun does just so, delivering a half-assed slap on Soobin's arm as he sits in the front.
They argue approximately for the entire ride, sending playful insults, suspiciously serious-sounding threats and Yeonjun only looks at Huening Kai's face in the rear-view mirror in annoyance for not asking Taehyun to sit in the back instead. They spent way too much time in this car, going on trips across the country for concerts, Taehyun's box match two hours away and disappointing museums for Beomgyu's sake. Soobin sandwiched between Taehyun and Beomgyu in the back despite his abnormally long body, and Yeonjun, being Hueningie's favourite hyung, earned the privilege to always ride shotgun. He misses being younger and spending all his time with these four, but as soon as he comes back, and Taehyun finishes school, they'll continue where they left off. He knows for sure.
Yeonjun is shaking when he gets out of the car, and he doesn't remember being this nervous even when he asked Beomgyu out in his senior year. The apartment building they parked in front of is massive and he knows Beomgyu must hate not seeing trees around when he looks out the windows. It's a city they used to party in when they were just barely legal, but the pang of jealousy in his chest disappears as soon as they get into the elevator. It smells awful, like frat house bathrooms. Maybe he is okay not living here with them, afterall.
He is strangely quiet, the other boys notice it in an instant but they just let him be, joking around like before. Soobin squeezes his shoulder reassuringly as they pass the hallway to their door, though.
"So, we have enough time before Beomgyu gets home to clean up and prepare for the drinking of the month." Soobin mumbles, too focused on the lock to look at them.
Taehyun gasps incredulously, looking at Yeonjun to make sure he heard it too. And he did.
"Did you guys seriously wait for us with the cleaning? Is this what I deserve? What if we won't be ready by the time he gets here?" The whine coming out of him should be embarrassing but he doesn't need to hide how annoyed he is, they've been through worse together.
Taehyun shoots him a look. Right. "Soobin, are you for real?"
"Why only me? Do you want to wait for him in the elevator instead? Be my guest, hyung."
"It's okay! Look, it's not that bad!" Huening Kai, bless his heart, is pointing at the messy living room in front of them, as soon as Soobin finally gets the code right. He has a hard time remembering anything.
Yeonjun doesn't even want to take his shoes off at this point, seeing the empty takeout bags, clothing hangers and bug spray laying around on the floor. Is that a nail clipper?
"Soobin, you're nasty. Taehyun, your boyfriend is nasty."
"Your boyfriend lives here too, may I remind you? And Kai, too!"
"My boyfriend has barely any time to sleep, of course he can't clean, he's a nurse. You study Illustrations." He fixes Soobin with a look, stepping on a bag of something crunchy.
Soobin rolls his eyes but actually gets right into it, picking up the trash with the help of full-time mom Taehyun, while the other two go into the kitchen. Their apartment, apart from being a mess begging to be set on fire, is big and homey. There are photos in frames on the walls, paintings and a calendar with puppy photos. The furniture is mismatched in a way that tells Yeonjun they did it on purpose, because it actually looks really cool instead of trashy, like how his and Taehyun's apartment look like. Huening Kai passes a bottle of water in his hands as he looks around the kitchen. He knows they're never using it.
"Which one is his room?" He asks, poking his head out the door.
Soobin points at a door on his left, his other hand firmly around the waist of his boyfriend. He misses Beomgyu so bad.
He only saw little parts of his room on their video calls, and mostly it was his bed, unmade and looking inviting, but maybe only because he was in it. His door isn't locked, so he walks in, not expecting much more than a slightly messy room and the Paramore posters he carried around whenever he moved dorms.
Instead, he looks around to find everything tidied up. His bed is made, big, pink pillows placed neatly on a baby blue comforter, the teddy bear Yeonjun's mom gifted him randomly one day sitting in the middle. It does look really fucking inviting. His walls are white, and instead of his sacred posters, he hanged photos of the two of them together. One, two, three, four, five, he counts, scattered over the walls. His mirror is covered in sticky notes, medical terms Yeonjun doesn't understand written on them prettily, a necklace hanging from the edge of it. While it looks nothing like his rooms Yeonjun remembers, this feels more Beomgyu than any of the old ones. It's warm and pretty, soft like him.
He turns to the desk pushed under the windows, books laying on top. Beomgyu studies for hours everyday, the little reminder hitting him in the throat. He works so hard, maybe he doesn't even have time to make a mess in here. Maybe he really wasn't the one leaving stuff all around in the apartment.
The shelf next to the desk is also packed with his books, but also with some of the letters Yeonjun sent him during their six years of dating in thin, white frames. And then, there, the little written promise on a pink napkin, of staying together even with the distance between them.
Yeonjun left for his Master's when Beomgyu was in his second year of Nursing School. The younger cried into his palms, but Yeonjun looked away just in time to stop himself from writing an email to give up his place. Beomgyu got mad at him and at the world for maybe half a day when he told him the truth, but instead of what Yeonjun was expecting, which was an ugly breakup resulting in tears and a nasty heartbreak, Beomgyu just wiped his face into Yeonjun's shirt, ungraciously like a toddler, and nodded.
"I'm not breaking up with you. And you're not allowed to break up with me either, I won't let you." He said, face wet and maybe a little desperate at the edges, and it broke Yeonjun's heart even more.
"Okay. Okay, we can do this. It's only two years."
He tries to stop thinking about it to not burst into tears like a baby and it doesn't seem to work, but Soobin's screech from outside pulls him out of it successfully. He really has to see Beomgyu.
"Yeonjun hyung! Need your big manly shoulders and strong arms!" Huening Kai yells, presumably stuck with something easy like taking the garbage out, and he gives in. Getting out of his room means no crying like a little bitch.
Mistaking his silence with a negative answer, the youngest yells again. "Only you can do this, hyung!"
"You're on thin fucking ice, Kamal."
An hour into making the place somewhat presentable and getting everything ready, Yeonjun starts on the gummy bear vodka bowl in fear of throwing up all over Beomgyu's pretty pink carpet later in the night. That wouldn't be the first time they have to clean up after each other, but maybe this makes them who they are, in a really weird way.
Soobin and Taehyun tried slacking off, and Yeonjun had to use his unimpressed stare more than he'd like to admit, because it always made them pout and do what he asked. Manipulation is dangerously addictive.
"I bet the price of tomorrow's dinner on Beom leaving snot on Yeonjun hyung's shoulder." Taehyun says after a while of washing dishes in silence. He absolutely fucking hated touching wet food. Yeonjun heard him gag just five minutes ago.
Soobin hums in agreement, trying to come up with something as he dries the plates with a towel meant for their bodies. Yeonjun won't mention it.
"Double for Beomgyu dragging him into his room as soon as he sees him." The youngest adds, putting the snacks on their wider than necessary dinner table.
Yeonjun watches them with a smile, it's so easy to imagine those three eating their breakfast together every morning. Devouring after-party takeouts on Saturdays. Soobin leaving his coffee mugs on the table while Beomgyu is half asleep on the chair. Huening Kai coming to study there, always liking the company. It's their home, no matter how filthy it can get.
They all stand around the living room, bullying each other into doing something stupid for good old time's sake, when the sound of the lock freezes the smile on their faces. The beep beep beep of the code is surreal to hear for Yeonjun. His heartbeat picks up alarmingly, but Soobin's push is faster than the nervous breakdown threatening to attack Yeonjun. This is happening. This is it, Beomgyu is here.
They're pushed into the kitchen with Taehyun putting a hand over his mouth to suppress a laugh, and Yeonjun forces himself to calm down.
Beomgyu steps into the apartment, hidden from the two boys trying to not breathe too loud, and upon hearing voice, complaining about the smell in the elevator, Yeonjun forgets being nervous. Beomgyu is going on and on, not even once stopping his mouth from running, and Yeonjun knows that tone so well. High-pitched, whiny, bordering on rude. He is tired.
He stops, looking at his flatmates when they don't tell him to shut the fuck up. That's new. Soobin's smiling like he went insane, and okay, that's concerning too.
Not looking up from the floor after that, he kicks his shoes off and almost crawls to the couch, dropping his weight into the cushions next to an eerily quiet Huening Kai. Maybe they're tired too, they all have morning classes this semester. Beomgyu has afternoon classes as well, unfortunately he was stupid enough to choose nursing as his future, but he doesn't want to complain about that anymore. Everyone was fed up with him last semester, he learned his lesson.
They're still quiet after a few seconds. He hugs his knees to his chest, curling into a ball of stress and exhaustion and sighs out loud.
"Alright, what the fuck is happening?" He asks, starting to freak out a little bit.
They dont answer, strange, okay, so he rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything again. He would love to join in on the fun, absolutely not today, but any other time, he would lean back and let it all go on and on.
"Can you get me water instead of being super weird? I worked so hard today, where is the standing ovation I deserve?" He begs with a whine instead, and that's when he sees the cleanness of the apartment, the snacks on the table and his door open. He looks over at Kai, then back to Soobin.
"We're having a party?"
From his peripheral vision he sees people walking out of the kitchen and Beomgyu turns his head in their direction with his eyes still on Soobin, not trusting himself or Soobin. Yeonjun wants to laugh out loud in adoration, his boyfriend looking cuddly like always, a pout adorning his beautiful face. Beomgyu finally looks after hearing a snort, and it takes a second for the situation to sink in. His expression is all kinds of surprised and doubtful, placing an overwhelming sense of longing in his chest as their eyes meet.
"What the fuck." He stands up after Yeonjun's wide grin melts into a fond smile, his whole face softening in just a second. Beomgyu could yell. The other three are cheering them on, and Kai even starts clapping when they finally hug each other. It's just a tad bit embarrassing, but Beomgyu has no interest in giving a fuck at the moment, breathing in Yeonjun's scent.
Beomgyu hugs him so tight, he is afraid he's going to strangle him with the arms around his neck. Yeonjun fingers are busy trying to memorise how he feels under his touch, like this is the first time he was allowed to touch something he was yearning for. He squeezes his palms around Beomgyu's waist, so familiar yet so strange to hold him after so long. This is the boy he loves. This is real. His hair smells like disinfectant they use in hospitals and the stupidly expensive cologne he started using years ago, he is a bit sweaty too, but Yeonjun doesn't think this could be any better.
Trying to hold back the Humiliation Material tears from falling is harder than it should be, but Beomgyu is sobbing into his neck like he isn't the least bit concerned about being watched by their evil friends, so he figures he shouldn't mind either. They're swaying back and forth in the middle of their living room, and in Yeonjun's head they're back in his dorm room all those years ago, dancing to a very bad remix of Summertime Sadness at five in the morning after their third monthiversary, drunk out of their minds. He is so glad he remembers.
Beomgyu peels himself off with a sniff, and yes, Taehyun wins the bet. There's a wet patch on his shirt.
He turns to Taehyun and hugs him quickly before grabbing Yeonjun's hand in his and pulling him into his room. Taehyun's best friend privileges seemingly don't mean anything right now, but the boy knows better than to say anything.
The others aren't surprised with the outcome, turning to the alcohol on the table with a smile. Soobin would react the exact same way in Beomgyu's place, probably. Taehyun, too. Huening Kai would have to fifth wheel, like always.
Yeonjun's back hits the door from the inside, forcing a surprised gasp out of him, but he is not complaining. Hell, he would never. Beomgyu kisses him like the only way he can stay alive is by pushing his tongue in Yeonjun's mouth, how could he complain? Beomgyu is rarely the one leading, too comfortable with being worshipped and cared for, as spoiled as he is.
Before he could reach under Beomgyu's shirt with his fingers, the younger pulls away abruptly, like he's been burned by him. Yeonjun let's go of him all at once, watching him turn a pretty shade of red out of embarrassment, and how could he not smile at that?
"Shower?" Beomgyu asks, eyes wide and hopeful. He grabs Yeonjun's fingers again, looking at him like he isn't sure what to say or do next.
Yeonjun hesitates with a growing smile on his face, a little bit confused but so endeared by him. "Are you okay?"
Beomgyu gives him an incredulous look, tearing up again when the words reach his brain. "No, I'm– I'm freaking out. I missed you so much."
"Shower." Yeonjun answers, voice so sweet and warm that it feels like a hug to Beomgyu's heart, who can only nod, not trusting his voice.
He steps away after one last kiss to rummage through his small closet, looking for anything that would fit Yeonjun, knowing well and ignoring the fact that he brought his own clothes with him. There's a satisfying feeling about seeing the older boy in those pastel coloured clothes, how it makes Yeonjun look cute and his.
The water coming from the shower head is hot, leaving their skin pink and warm to the touch. Beomgyu liked having it burn and Yeonjun never understood why, always trying not to wince when the water hit his face, but if it meant he could shower with him, see him dripping wet and ethereal in the foggy bathroom under the dim lights, he can deal with second degree burns. Beomgyu's eyelashes clamp together from the water, his hair brushed back from his forehead, revealing all of him. The little white scar on his temple from childhood adventures, the acne scars, the dark circles. He looks so human. So inexplicably beautiful.
Beomgyu smiled at him, a sweet, knowing tug of his lips, washing the bubbles off from Yeonjun's shoulder. How can two people be this comfortable with each other?
Yeonjun can't not touch him. His hands follow the path of the water running down his body, his toned stomach and pretty long legs Yeonjun loved to bruise up with his hands, his teeth, anything. Beomgyu isn't as unaware as he pretends to be, enjoying shamelessly the want in his boyfriend's eyes. It used to make him fumble with his hands and mess up his words in the beginning, his innocence and inexperience holding him back from basking in the attention. Didn't take too long for Yeonjun to make Beomgyu into this needy, insatiable pretty little thing, forever grasping for attention.
With his arms around Yeonjun's shoulders, the younger is pressed up against him, bodies fitting together like they were meant to be. And maybe they were, Beomgyu doesn't think it's ever going to go away. He kisses Yeonjun because he finally can, not hurrying to deepen it but desperate to make up for the lost time, tasting the sweetness on his tongue and getting lost in the softness of his lips. Beomgyu kissed only a handful of people in his life, but nothing can compare to how it feels having these lips on his own. Yeonjun's fingers dance around his back, his skin slippery from the soap and burning underneath his touch. It's so awfully sensual that he feels dizzy just knowing he's there, they're both there.
"It doesn't feel real." Beomgyu says for him, taking the words out of his mouth.
"Sappy." He can taste Beomgyu's smile.
"I wonder why I put up with you when you insult me all the time. I should dump you."
"Acting like I'm not the love of your life?"
Oh, he is.
"Guys, should we even wait for you? The beer is going to taste like piss at this rate!" Soobin's voice is loud and clear even from the living room, with Beomgyu's door closed as they dress up in his room. He pulls the pink sweater over his head, smelling Beomgyu's scent on it.
"So you stay for two weeks?" Beomgyu looks up at him from the bed, waiting for him to finish dressing up.
"Yeah, everything is taken care of."
Yeonjun is freezing to death, because they managed to stay in the shower until the water suddenly went ice cold over their heads, sending them both into a screaming match and cussing each other out for not paying attention to the time that passed.
They distantly hear Huening Kai asking, "Don't you have a piss kink, though?"
The apartment goes quiet for a few moments, most of them holding their breaths and Yeonjun wishes he could see Soobin's face. Wonderful.
"Where the fuck did you even get that idea from?" His voice is slightly embarrassed, slightly annoyed, but mostly just incredulous.
"Beomgyu hyung told me." Huening Kai says meekly, not at all aware how much of a mess he just caused. Yeonjun is already covering his face behind his palms. This is going to be fun.
"Wait! Yeonjun hyung told me!" Beomgyu rips the door open to defend himself, ready to throw his boyfriend under the bus if it means he'll get to be safe.
Well. Yeonjun did tell him that. It was supposed to be a joke only between the two of them, he didn't think Beomgyu would go and tell their resident idiot, Huening Kai, who always tells Taehyun everything. But then why didn't Taehyun come screaming and panicked in his room?
"Yeonjun hyung, with all due respect, what the hell?" Soobin's tone is hysterical, it drags Yeonjun out of Beomgyu's room too, trying to think of a way to save his ass and hold back his laughter.
"Wait, you don't?" Taehyun chirps in, even more embarrassed than his boyfriend, face turning so red they all stop and stand in silence again. Oh.
Soobin looks mortified for only a split second, before his expression turns into something akin to realisation. All of them gasp at the same exact time, making the poor boy with red cheeks feel even more humiliated.
Aha. This is why he didn't tell Yeonjun. He liked the thought. This is even better.
"We–We should talk." Soobin says quietly, his own face getting warm, too. He grabs his boyfriend's hand, and without saying anything to the rest, pulls him into his room. The door closes with a quiet click, and the living room erupts in muffled laughter coming from Yeonjun and Beomgyu. Huening Kai looks traumatised, always wanting to stay out of their sex-life because it reminds him of how lonely, or how Beomgyu says, 'bitchless' he is. It rarely ever ends up successful.
Yeonjun grabs a beer, and Soobin was right, it's warm and probably tastes like piss now, but takes a sip anyway while looking at Beomgyu with a betrayed but amused look in his eyes. He was so quick to push the blame on him, but thanks to them, or not, the other couple will have a very interesting conversation. Maybe an even more interesting night.
Do people really have piss kinks? Is it a real thing?
"So... I think the party is cancelled. I'll go study in my room. With headphones." Huening Kai says, almost like he just wants to get away from them as soon as possible. He hugs Yeonjun first, saying how happy he is that their group is now complete again, his smile not reaching his eyes, then rushes to his room.
It's just the two of them out in the living room now, everything is so quiet and still weirdly comfortable. Yeonjun holds Beomgyu close to his chest once again, not being able to stop the growing need in his stomach.
"I'm not kissing you, you taste like beer." Beomgyu states with faux disgust on his face, circling his arms around his middle.
"Oh, you will."
"No."
Tasting mint on his lips, Beomgyu sighs into the kiss after successfully forcing him to brush his teeth again, and he pulls him to the bed, falling between the pillows. His teddy bear pokes into his lower back, but no way in hell is he going to stop making out with Yeonjun again to move it.
They lose their clothes one by one, taking their time and not hurrying. It stays sweet for only a few minutes, Yeonjun biting into his lower lip with a bit too much force for it to be just innocent teasing, making Beomgyu open his legs to let him in closer. Yeonjun slips between, lowering his hips to touch Beomgyu's, pressing up against him. They fit perfectly together, Beomgyu being a few sizes smaller than him, just enough to make Yeonjun feel huge hovering over him.
"I'm going to be really annoying if you don't fuck me soon." Yeonjun rolls his hips down instead of answering.
Beomgyu is fully naked by the point Yeonjun feels himself snap, he has his beautiful boyfriend under him, letting out sweet, quiet moans from the smallest of touches. Maybe it's to rile him up even more, maybe Beomgyu is just more sensitive after all this time. Either way, Yeonjun wants to fuck him into the mattress, hard and fast until Beomgyu's body is shaking and his tears escape from his tightly closed eyes. It's always such a beautiful sight, how he let's Yeonjun ruin him and he would even beg for it with that frustrated look in his eyes.
He looks into the bedside table's small drawer, searching for the lube he definitely knows is there, but instead of the bottle, his hand comes across the glass dildo he gifted him a few months back. It's pretty, pink and shiny, with a little heart shaped jewel on the handle. Beomgyu was excited when he opened the package on FaceTime, gasping and screeching into the microphone to thank him. Yeonjun knows he has the whole Sailor Moon dildo collection somewhere in his room, but this one was just so simple and pretty, he knew his boyfriend would love it.
"So this is your favourite, huh?" He asks, holding the item in his hand, wiggling it in front of Beomgyu's pinkish face. He knows the answer, it's not too hard to guess, but he wants to see him squirm. The boy's eyes sparkle when he realises what it is, smiling shyly up at Yeonjun.
"I used it yesterday– It's always so cold in me, feels so good."
Yeonjun bites his lip to hold a smile back, swiftly putting the dildo back and pulling the lube out, because he can't wait any longer. Teasing only ever works if he's not too gone, like Beomgyu is, and this night is not one of those. They had zero action since their last meeting, only slightly humiliating phone sex and some attempts to rile each other up with photos, but they quickly had to put an end to it when Beomgyu confessed that it just makes him insane that he can't have the real thing. They stuck to the phone calls.
Beomgyu reaches between them with his hand, taking Yeonjun's cock in his hold and stroking him in a slow pace. His skin is soft and his touch was always so gentle before, but now his grip on Yeonjun is tight and it drives him crazy. Beomgyu wants him, he knows he does, and he wants him too, more than anything.
"Fuck, I missed you." Yeonjun whispers into his ear, willing his hips to stay put and not thrust into the hand, no matter how turned on he is.
"Mhmm show me how much." It's not his line, it sounds funny coming from someone who is whimpering only after a few touches.
Yeonjun rips the hand away not so gently, pining it above Beomgyu's head and kisses him just like how he always wants it, licking into his hot, wet mouth, touching the roof of it with the tip of his tongue.
Beomgyu can't think. He has no thoughts. He wants to bite him, he wants to open up wide so their drool could mix together, he wants to be fucked so hard his throat hurts from screaming, he wants so much, so many things at the same time.
A string of saliva connects their lips together when Yeonjun pulls away to pour the cold lube on his fingers, and Beomgyu watches it with eyes crossed, suddenly wanting more of it. The realisation shocks him, it sounds dirty even in his head, but he likes the thought of it so much, he can't stop imagining it.
He briefly thinks about three other people in the apartment, two of them right next to him and Yeonjun in the other room, and he should feel embarrassed for wanting to be spit on, but he can't find it in himself. No, he really needs it.
"Hyung, is it okay if– can you spit in my mouth?" His voice is barely loud enough to be heard, but Yeonjun stops in his tracks and let's the lube drop from his fingers on Beomgyu's stomach as he stares up at him with a look of hopefulness.
"Spit?"
"Is it weird?" Panic rises in his chest, afraid that he fucked up something that started out so well with his newfound obsession. He turns his head away in hope they can just forget it, but Yeonjun turns his head back to face him.
His fingers hold onto him firmly. Those expressive, sharp eyes always looking straight into him, picking him apart and forcing every secret out in the open.
"Don't hide, it's not weird. How should I do it?" The smirk on his face is just a tad bit too much for Beomgyu to handle, but he tries to come up with an answer. If Yeonjun isn't so against it or turned off by the idea, then maybe it's okay to want it?
"I don't know, just need it..." Whining, he tries regulating his breathing because he will get overwhelmed if he doesn't. Yeonjun waits for him to do so, his thumb caressing the corner of his mouth, patiently. Beomgyu presses a kiss to Yeonjun's palm when his breathing is back to normal, letting him know it's okay.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." He orders with a careful tone, not really sure how to do this. But Yeonjun is always willing to try, whatever he needs and whatever he wants. Maybe this is why Beomgyu gave the wettest head in the universe, maybe he loved seeing Yeonjun's dick covered in his spit. And Yeonjun always liked it a bit too much, too.
Beomgyu obliges easily like it's in his nature, sticking his tongue out a little and staring up into his eyes. Yeonjun smiles before he licks his tongue teasingly, making him squirm on the bed from how dirty he feels. His heart is beating inhumanely fast, wanting to break out from his ribcage, his earlier attempt to calm down be damned. Yeonjun slowly let's his saliva drip into Beomgyu's mouth from the tip of his tongue, watching with adoration as his boyfriend's eyes turn hazy. This turns him on more than he expected.
He let's it slide down his throat from his tongue, mixing with his own saliva and disappearing from Yeonjun's sight. He could watch him like this for hours, tilting his head back even further just to watch his spit pool in his mouth, but the urge to kiss him is stronger, and it wins easily. Yeonjun leans down close enough to make the tip of their noses touch before kissing him deeply, sucking on his tongue and letting drool run down from the side of Beomgyu's mouth, into his hair. It's so filthy, so addictive.
“I want more–"
"More what?"
"I don't know..."
He leans back, sitting on his soles to watch him, faintly running his lubed up fingers down his stomach, his navel, touching his cock. It twitches in his hold, so pretty and hard just for him. The wet trail shines in the dim lighting and Yeonjun thinks about how beautiful he would look with spit glistening on his body instead of the candy scented lube.
Beomgyu places his palms on his own chest, and the ring on his middle finger brings back the feeling of inexplicable want in Yeonjun. It's their matching promise ring, the one that was too big for his ring finger but Beomgyu refused to let Yeonjun exchange it for a size smaller after he slipped it on a different one. "It's already on, I can't take it off because then we're not going to stay together forever!" It was so dumb. So sweet. So Beomgyu.
"Hyung, do something, please!"
Yeonjun spits on his parted lips without thinking too much of it and it takes Beomgyu off guard, a gasp like moan slipping from his mouth. He licks it off with his tongue when Yeonjun tells him to, and the haziness reappears.
"You really like this." He states it, sounding bewildered.
Beomgyu nods vigorously, hair falling on the pillow from his forehead, long and still damp from the shower. He says something unintelligible Yeonjun doesn't bother to understand, letting spit dribble down from his tongue again into the awaiting mouth. Beomgyu moans in satisfaction as he swallows it down, all he can taste now is Yeonjun, Yeonjun and Yeonjun.
He let's Beomgyu touch his face, the graze of his fingers loving and sweet, like they aren't currently getting off on Beomgyu liking being spit on.
He's two fingers in Beomgyu when he starts getting loud, moans turning into pitiful cries as he picks up the pace, and judging by the squeaking bed from the room next to them, they're not the only ones. They don't need to tone it down, then. Yeonjun briefly thinks about whether or not Taehyun was successful in convincing Soobin to try something out like Beomgyu just did, but his boyfriend's whine pulls him out of his thoughts.
He is so adorable, tearing up as Yeonjun watches him, lips quivering while he works his fingers inside. His face is flushed pink and his eyebrows are pulled together in pleasure, the prettiest he ever looked. The boy's hole is still somewhat loose from the dildo opening him up the day before, but Yeonjun learned a while ago that if there's something Beomgyu loves more than being eaten out, it's getting fucked with his fingers, and that says a lot coming from someone who begs on his knees if he has to, to be eaten out. Beomgyu tilts his head back and shuts his eyes, trying not to cum too early.
"Don't close your eyes, baby, watch it." He grabs a fistful of his hair to force his head up, making him watch his fingers fucking into him, fast and hard, almost painfully.
"I'm not going to last, need you in–" Yeonjun doesn't let him finish his sentence, tugging on his hair harsher. It gets a pained scowl out of him but he shuts up like Yeonjun wanted him to, and does as he was told.
To be fair, Yeonjun's wrist hurts from the position the longer he goes on, but he can't decide whether or not he wants to make Beomgyu cum like this, on his fingers. He kisses his knee in apology for the hair pulling, he knows it isn't something Beomgyu always enjoys, they just made it into a sign for when Yeonjun wants him to behave or stop doing something.
The mattress is too soft, it makes Beomgyu's body shake with the movements, and he regrets choosing it in the store because this is almost humiliating, how out of control he is of his own body. Yeonjun definitely likes watching him move around from the force of his hand hitting his butt, but he likes everything related to him, anyway.
His moans are high pitched, it's more like a long, dragged out whine than anything, and even if he closes his mouth it's loud and clear in the room. The obscene noises from the lube squelching each time it's pushed into him then dragged out are going to make him crazy too, it's so wet, and he sees it glistening on his skin, smeared all over his butt and the underside of his thighs.
Soon enough, Beomgyu's body starts shaking on his own from the constant pleasure, his boyfriend's fingers never stopping to rub against his prostate, and Yeonjun wonders how will he even take his cock if he's already so overwhelmed, but he wants to push him over his limits.
When he sobs loudly and reaches for Yeonjun's wrist, he realises maybe he shouldn't.
He stops his fingers, pulling them out slowly from the boy underneath him. He isn't all that worried, Beomgyu would've told him to stop if he was in any pain or discomfort, but he waits for him to catch his breath before kissing him.
"Too much?" The tone of the question is a little bit condescending, and it sends shivers down his spine.
"N-not that, make me cum, I can take two..."
"Then why did you stop me?"
Beomgyu interlocks their fingers tightly, hesitant for only a split second. "Mouth?"
"Where do you want my mouth? Be specific, baby, I can't make you feel good if you don't ask for what you want, can I?" Beomgyu being shy can mean two things, him being scared of asking for too much, or thinking he isn't doing a good job. It's always lovely to see him like this, embarrassed, lashes fluttering, lips between his teeth.
He brings their intertwined hands to his cock, hoping Yeonjun gets it, and of course he does. "Here?" He asks.
Beomgyu only answers with a nod, but Yeonjun let's him get away with it.
"My baby, you're so cute." With a smile he leans down between his legs, caressing his thighs softly, placing kisses on his stomach. Beomgyu's skin smells sweet like the soap they used and he is so soft under his fingertips, Yeonjun wants to bite into him and make him cry out.
"D-don't swallow after, please." He says, covering his face behind his arm, growing hotter and turning redder by the second. Yeonjun is sure they've kissed with cum between their tongues before, but he can't recall if Beomgyu reacted like this at that time too, or not. He knows this spit thing is making him flustered, but he was never this much of a stuttering mess and Yeonjun can't get enough of it.
Yeonjun takes all of him in his mouth, not in the mood to tease, Beomgyu is falling apart even without that anyway. He is biting down onto his arm to hold back the noises he couldn't keep in without that, bucking his hips up and making Yeonjun choke around him. He doesn't seem to mind it too much, but holds his thighs a bit firmer in response. It's going to push Beomgyu over the edge really fast, he can't even enjoy the feeling of it for long.
Not even three minutes in, and Beomgyu is already pulling on Yeonjun's hair, the freshly dyed blonde strands soft to the touch, and if he could stop breathing out the loudest of moans, he would hear him groan from the pain on his scalp. A moment later he can't even warn Yeonjun before he cums in his mouth, the first satisfying orgasm in seven months, not from a stupid plastic or glass toy, not from his own hands, but from the only person he ever really wanted like this.
Yeonjun keeps his promise not swallowing, no matter how badly his reflexes are telling him to. He crashes against him, lips slotting together in a messy kiss, cum and drool pooling in their mouths. It's overflowing, running down the side of Beomgyu's face from both of their mouths, the squelching sounds of it loud in their ears. The kiss slows down when Beomgyu takes Yeonjun's cock in his hand again, giving him a few gentle tugs. Yeonjun is so hard he is starting to get dizzy, he completely forgot about his own needs while he was busy trying to make Beomgyu lose his fucking mind. It worked, but now he's feeling miserable, he needs to be in Beomgyu.
"Can I fuck you now? Is my princess satisfied?" He asks with a lot less teasing in his voice than he would've wanted, but Beomgyu gets embarrassed either way.
He nods, urgency in his gaze as Yeonjun pushes the cum and drool from his face into his mouth. His eyes are wide open, lips glistening with all of their mess, and he still looks so beautiful, almost innocent.
Yeonjun sits up, now positioning his cock to slide into Beomgyu's warmness. It's tight even after three fingers stretching him out, the seven months spent apart visible on how their bodies react to each other. Even if Beomgyu fucked himself with his toys, he never used one that was as wide as Yeonjun's cock, the feeling of the real thing just so perfect he would never want to replace it. He definitely had an obsession with his cock.
Beomgyu winces at the intrusion but tells Yeonjun to keep going, taking his hand into a bone crushing hold. He feels every inch of him, and Yeonjun isn't really taking his time after getting the green light, he pushes in at a pace that makes him feel delirious and Beomgyu just watches in awe. God, he wants to be used by him.
The thrusts into him are hard, sending Beomgyu up and up on the soft bed, and the pace is brutal and bruising. It feels so insanely good that he is left to moan and groan from the pleasure travelling through his body, clenching his fingers around nothing. He is still feeling the effects of his last orgasm, but instead of it being too much, it feels right, it feels like he needs to be there.
Yeonjun's hands hold onto him firmly, turning his skin white before forming red spots under his fingers, decorating him with his marks like he's trying to claim him again and again. Beomgyu finally feels complete, the weight from work, from school, from the ever-hurting fact that his boyfriend is not there leaves his shoulder. He feels heavy and light as a feather at the same time, fucked out of his mind.
"Keep your hands by your head." Yeonjun orders with a strained voice, and Beomgyu didn't even notice how his hands wandered off to his own cock, already half hard.
He wants to be spit on again, but his voice is lost in his throat when he opens his mouth, all he can do is gasp and moan, like a broken record. Yeonjun lifts Beomgyu's hips more into the air to reach deeper into him, urging his legs to lock around his waist. It feels so much more intense like this, Yeonjun's breath hitting his neck, his cock pressing against his prostate with every thrust, practised and easy. He is caged in Yeonjun's arms, so safe and so close to him, all he wants is to stay like this and never be apart again. His moans are one of the many things he missed about Yeonjun, quiet and breathy, sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine with how hot he sounds. It's always strained and it never fails to show how affected he is. He could cum just by listening to him.
It takes a particularly hard thrust for him to tear up again, the force of it eliciting a scream from Beomgyu, his hands frantically searching for Yeonjun's never stopping hips. Blindly, he holds onto him and the nails sinking into Yeonjun's skin just reminds him how badly Beomgyu begged all the time to go harder, to slam into his without any care.
The wall separating their rooms is right next to the bed, there's no way Soobin and Taehyun can't hear them. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but he doesn't have the energy to think about that now, discover yet another thing about himself he would feel ashamed about. The only thing constant on his mind is how good he feels, how hot his body feels, how his legs are cramping up from the position but it feels sweet. Yeonjun's sweaty body never getting out of his sight, almost like he is forced to look at him.
Drool continuously dribbles out from his mouth, the hard thrust never stopping to make his brain melt or let him catch his breath. He isn't even doing anything yet the burn in his throat from how hard he's breathing is slowly making him light-headed. His cock is fully hard by now and Yeonjun's toned stomach brushes against it every time he moves, it's too much yet not enough. He doesn't remember ever feeling this overwhelmed by sex.
"Hyung, touch me." The shake in his voice makes Yeonjun twitch in Beomgyu, it sounds so frustratingly hot. Sweat rolls down on his temple and Beomgyu follows it with his eyes, blown away by him.
"Ask for it nicely, Beomgyu."
Beomgyu would, if he could. “Hyung!”
"I forgot you can't do better than this." Yeonjun scoffs, but he lowers his hips to the bed, making space for his hand to fit between them.
Beomgyu waits for the touch but it never comes, so he huffs in annoyance, reaching his own hand down. Yeonjun swats it away, holding it down with a glare.
"Where's this attitude coming from? Who do you think you are, baby?"
"This is the first time in months that I have a dick in me, don't be like this!" Yeonjun searches him for a second, but Beomgyu isn't sure what for, he is out of it and can't even form a coherent thought.
“Do I look like I’m messing around?" He snaps his hips into Beomgyu, the force and angle of it painful and he can't help but push Yeonjun's hips away.
The other doesn't seem to care, repeating the harsh thrusts until Beomgyu is trying to squirm away from his hold, crying out loudly. The pain in his entire lower half is almost unbearable, he is already sensitive to every touch on his body, and Yeonjun thrusting into him deliberately to make it hurt brings tears to his eyes. He can't lie and say it doesn't arouse him, being hurt, being treated like this, but his body is on fire and he can't take it. Yeonjun always knows this angle hurts, doesn't he? Is he being punished? Did he fuck up?
"It hurts, it hurts so–"
"Does it?" Yeonjun asks feigning surprise, but slams into him again, maybe even harder. He pushes Beomgyu's hands away from his body trying to get him to stop the maddening thrusts, and just does it again and again. Beomgyu will get the message sooner or later. He should know Yeonjun doesn't like him being stupid.
Realisation hits him like a train, the look in Yeonjun's eyes isn't playful anymore. Oh. "Fuck, I'm sorry! I won't be di–I'm sorry for being disrespectful, hyung, I'm sorry!"
"Now, try to actually be good for me, can you do that?" He doesn't wait for an answer, the nod Beomgyu barely manages to do is enough for him.
He is a whimpering, beautiful mess, with tears making his eyes red and shiny while staring up at Yeonjun. There's a small part of him that wants to apologise for making him feel so much pain just for a mishap, but Beomgyu is still hard and leaking on his tummy, clearly not so against it.
The pace he sets is less bruising now and more loving, the change giving Beomgyu whiplash trying to get used to something different again. Yeonjun leans into his space, close to his face, staring down at his parted lips in awe. When Beomgyu notices, he opens up wider, a silent invitation, and the other gets is easily. He welcomes the spit landing on his tongue with a breathy moan, swallowing even before Yeonjun tells him to. He's being such a pretty, pliant baby for him, not whining, not asking for anything more than Yeonjun already wants to give. It's always worth it, putting him in his place however harsh he is, and no matter how much tears Beomgyu sheds. Adding to the feeling of pleasure in Yeonjun's body, Beomgyu clenches around him. It's just a desperate attempt to see Yeonjun get that blissed out look on his face he treasures more than anything, so in love with how he makes him feel.
"Can I get a kiss, please?" He breathes the words out politely, not trying to get into trouble again. It's somewhat satisfying to hear his own voice like this, spent and hoarse.
Yeonjun indulges, a short lived kiss pressed on his wet lips. Foolishly, Beomgyu tries to hold his approaching orgasm in, he wants to feel Yeonjun's pulsing cock in his body longer and he knows the latter doesn't like fucking him after he cums. Even if Beomgyu tells him all the time he's fine, he wants it, Yeonjun feels guilty about how the shaking in his legs don't stop for a long time after he was overstimulated.
"Close?" Yeonjun must've noticed him getting that glassy look in his eyes he always does when he's seconds away from coming all over himself.
"I'm so sorry, I don't think I can hold it back–" He is cut off by a low moan when Yeonjun circles his fingers around his cock.
"It's okay, I promise. I'm close too." All the energy left in his body goes into his thrusts, deep and fast into Beomgyu's pretty hole.
"Cum on my face, please! On my–"
"Fuck, Beomgyu." Yeonjun really has to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from coming. Beomgyu rarely ever asks for a facial, and Yeonjun never pressures him, even if that's his favourite place to paint with his cum.
The waves of his orgasm wash through Beomgyu's weak and spent body with so much force he has to remind himself to breathe as his brain quite literally short circuits. Yeonjun has to close his eyes when the other is clenching impossibly tight around his length, and he can't even let him ride his orgasm out before his own calls for his attention. He pulls out of him as gently as possible, kneeling next to Beomgyu's shoulder to jerk himself off on the boy. It only takes one, two, three tugs of his wrist to release his load on his pretty face. It's such a dirty sight to witness, as the cum lands on his nose, on his closed eyelids, inside his parted lips, his hair. Oh, how much he wants to spit on him to complete the look.
"Jesus, fuck..."
Beomgyu wakes up with a headache. Not sure why, but as soon as he sits up, his ass hurts way more. Now that, he knows why.
The images of last night's events floods his mind, not leaving out a single thing that happened. All the spit. The facial. His head cleared up after Yeonjun cleaned him off, but he doesn't remember falling asleep. He winces as he stands up to find a shirt, kissing Yeonjun's forehead who is still peacefully sleeping.
He looks so good in his bed. It should be their bed.
Waddling out of his room with the dirty sheets in his hands, he meets Huening Kai in the living room, watching a movie with cereal in his hands. He doesn't want to make eye-contact. Not at all. Apparently, Hueningie is on the same page, because he says Hi without even looking in his direction. It's embarrassing.
They all heard Soobin and Taehyun fuck more than once when the younger visited, but Beomgyu didn't have the privilege to get Yeonjun in here yet. It will pass, surely, they have two whole weeks to get used to it. He just hopes he can be at least a bit more quiet next time.
Without missing a beat he turns to their laundry room to erase the evidence in his hands, but he stops when he notices that the dryer is on. It beeps when Beomgyu opens it curiously, because as far as he knows, they don't do laundry on Tuesdays. Did someone spill coffee on the tablecloth again?
His brain stops working the moment he sees Taehyun's and Soobin's pants in it, along with the sheets from Soobin's bed and even a towel. It can't be.
In just a moment he drops everything to the floor, speedwalking out of the laundry room to the kitchen where Soobin always spends his mornings in, and sure enough, he sees both boys there, sipping on their coffees like they didn't just leave All That in the dryer for everyone to see. He makes eye-contact with Soobin first, the boy just looking at him confusedly like he doesn't understand Beomgyu's amused state so early.
"Taehyun, did you seriously–" He starts, pointing in the direction of the laundry room.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't finish that."
"What?" Huening Kai asks loudly from the living room, and the door to his room opens, revealing a cuddly looking Yeonjun. He has no time to appreciate it at the moment, his mouth still hanging open in disbelief and a primal need to embarrass both Soobin and Taehyun.
"They totally tried the piss thing!"
"Oh my God, shut up! Please!"