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The air in the soop is getting cooler as the sun begins to set, however Wonwoo and Seungcheol are still in their t-shirts as they sit together, grilling the samgyeopsal for their dinner tonight. The aroma from the meat is making Wonwoo’s stomach grumble a bit, finding himself growing more and more hungry with each piece that is flipped on the grill.
Wonwoo surprisingly hasn’t been thinking much about the morning with Jeonghan and Joshua, or at least, he hasn’t been thinking about it as much as he thought he would. Perhaps actually finding proper release has satiated him for a while.
That’s a lie, Wonwoo drained all the hot water in the shower after peeking in on Chan and Soonyoung. Seungcheol complained about how cold the water was for him. Wonwoo knew, however, because he heard him whining and whimpering every time the cold water hit his skin. Their leader has always been loud.
“Wonwoo.” Seungcheol says, cutting a piece of meat from the grill before blowing on it to cool it down. Wonwoo watches with want, leaning forward a bit. “Here, eat this and then go wake Jeonghan for dinner, I’ll get the others from the play room.” He says, something almost mischievous in his eyes as he holds up the food for Wonwoo.
The younger scrunches his nose, knowing it’s pretty much impossible to wake Jeonghan from his slumber. He’s always so grumpy, burying himself deeper into the sheets whenever he has to get up earlier than he likes. He feels his stomach grumble again, however, and decides that it’s worth trying to wake a stubborn Jeonghan if that means he’ll eat soon.
Wonwoo blows on the meat Seungcheol prepared for him once more for good measure before taking a bite, chewing it carefully as he stands up with a stretch.
“Good luck, I’ll keep some to the side for you and Jeonghan.” Cheol says with a small smirk, setting the last minute things on the table before going to retrieve the rest of the boys from the playroom. “I’ll keep them out of the bedrooms for a bit~” He sing-songs with a small skip to his step.
Wonwoo finds it a little strange. Jeonghan is grumpy, but it never truly takes more than 5 minutes to get him out of bed, especially when you entice him with food. He kind of nods his head in Seungcheol’s direction even though the boy can’t see him before carefully walking inside. He toes his slides off, shuffling his feet as he tries to navigate his way through the living room.
Soonyoung’s clothes are splayed all across the floor and he has to bite back a curse as he bumps his knee into the coffee table. The loud noise elicits a small groan from the room in front- this must be where Jeonghan is resting.
Wonwoo slowly slides the door open, scrunching his nose when he realizes the drag is a lot louder than he would have hoped. Not seeing any more point of keeping quiet- he has to wake the older boy anyways- Wonwoo just slides it open normally.
“Hyung, it’s time to wake up~ Seungcheollie hyung and I grilled some meat.” Wonwoo says softly in a lighter voice than usual. He’s found Jeonghan to be less grumpy that way. Wonwoo frowns when he gets no response from the older. He creeps closer to the bed, seeing Jeonghan curled up under the covers, his longer black hair tied back out of his face, a peaceful expression on his features.
He almost feels bad waking him up. Jeonghan looks content, finally resting after many hectic weeks, but he knows Jeonghan needs to eat as well. He almost feels bad, but Wonwoo’s stomach lets out another growl and he remembers what his original mission was.
“Hyung, wakey-wakey.” Wonwoo says, kneeling at the end of the bed, slowly tugging the white covers towards him. The sheets start slipping from around Jeonghan’s shoulders, who lets out a whine as his hands try to keep them snug.
“5 more minutes.” Jeonghan mumbles, barely blinking his eyes open before shutting them closed again. Wonwoo huffs with a sigh, crawling further up the bed.
“Hyung, we have to hurry, Cheol hyung went to get the rest of the members, by the time we get there, there will be none left! We even made chuck flap tail just for you!” Wonwoo says, even though he knows Seungcheol will be leaving some to the side for them.
Jeonghan’s eyes open at that and Wonwoo feels accomplished, only for the feeling to completely diminish once again.
“I said 5 more minutes. Here, come lay.” Jeonghan says, patting the bed behind him. Well, this has never happened before. Wonwoo is used to Jeonghan putting up a fight, sometimes kicking his feet or burying himself deeper in the sheets, but never has Jeonghan asked him to come in and- cuddle?
Wonwoo sighs again, the rumbling in his stomach almost feeling like the new normal. “If I cuddle you, do you promise to get up?” He asks, already getting in behind Jeonghan.
Now, cuddling Jeonghan isn’t exactly new territory for Wonwoo, but he will admit, it’s not something he has done often. When Wonwoo said that the members weren’t often intimate with him, he also meant in a nonsexual way. Wonwoo didn’t mind, he wasn’t really one for skinship and almost never initiated it anyways.
Jeonghan nods and mumbles something that Wonwoo can’t hear, but he lets it go because he knows how quickly the older boy can slip back into slumber. He finds himself draping his arm over Jeonghan's small waist, holding him close enough to smell the floral scent of his shampoo. There’s another scent lingering on his body, something familiar yet hard to place.
Wonwoo’s thoughts are cut short, however, by Jeonghan mumbling in his sleep. He checks his watch, seeing there’s only about 1 minute until the promised 5 are up.
“Hyung, time to get up now.” Wonwoo says softly in his ear, causing Jeonghan to whine and squirm in his hold.
“No~ more time.” He mumbles, holding onto Wonwoo’s arm so the younger can’t even escape and leave him to rest. Wonwoo sighs again, tugging on his arm. His next words get cut off by Jeonghan pressing back against him. “Stay just a little longer.”
“Hyung, what are you doing? The food will get cold-” Wonwoo’s voice gets caught in his throat. Jeonghan is pressing against him again, with more purpose. Wonwoo tried to dismiss the first time as an accident, but now he knows it’s intentional. Wonwoo can feel the way Jeonghan rubs himself against his front, causing his breath to hitch.
“Hyung, what-” Wonwoo starts, but is cut off by his own groan. He would find himself embarrassed, if Jeonghan were faring much better than him. Jeonghan is fully grinding back against him now, holding Wonwoo’s hand to his skin under the sweater he’s wearing, soft noises spilling from his lips.
“Please Wonwoo.” Jeonghan says with a pout, craning his neck to look back at Wonwoo with pleading eyes.
Wonwoo was hungry, but he’s even more horny.
“Hyung, you’ll be the death of me.” Wonwoo sighs, moreso to cover how insanely turned on he is from just simple grinding over his sweats. God, he’s pathetic. His hand moves from Jeonghan’s front to his sides, holding his hips in his hand as he pushes forward, meeting Jeonghan with his grinding. He wishes it were a little brighter inside so he could actually see how small he looks in his hold, the small lamp on the bedside table not helping his eyes at all.
Jeonghan whines softly, pressing his face into the pillow as he squirms in Wonwoo’s hold. The lamp is bright enough to show off Jeonghan’s collarbone and shoulder from the dip of his oversized sweater. The soft skin is littered with small bite marks and Wonwoo finds himself wanting to leave his own beside them.
He decides to do as such, latching his mouth onto any clear patch of skin he sees, sucking brand new blemishes and leaving his mark on the boy. Wonwoo hears Jeonghan’s whimper and presses forward a little harder, causing Jeonghan to toss his head back with a high pitched moan.
“Wonwoo, more, please, I need you.”
Fuck.
He honestly never thought he’d ever get this far. He was pleased by watching others be intimate with each other. He was fine with the teasing and he was fine jacking off to the thoughts of having anyone under his fingertips, but to be presented with the opportunity is a completely different feeling altogether.
“Hyung-”
Jeonghan shoves the blankets off, kicking his sweatpants off with his legs, revealing himself bare underneath. He rolls forward a bit, reaching back to grip his ass and spread himself apart just enough to see a little pink jewel nestled between. Wonwoo can’t believe what he’s seeing right now.
“Please, I’m ready, you can just slip right in, I need it so bad.” Jeonghan whimpers as he begins slowly pulling the plug out, his tight rim holding onto it before it finally gives, letting the toy slip out. Jeonghan tosses it to the side in favour of holding himself open again, clearly showing himself off to the boy.
“Fuck- hyung, we need to prep, we don’t have lube and- fuck, is that-” Wonwoo starts rambling, only to see a thick white liquid begin to drip from Jeonghan’s hole. He starts putting together the pieces now. How both Jeonghan and Seungcheol disappeared mid day unable to be found, the smugness in Seungcheol’s voice when he told Wonwoo to go wake Jeonghan, how he said he would keep some food off to the side for them. The familiar yet unfamiliar scent on Jeonghan- it was Seungcheol.
This was planned.
The members are playing with him now- teasing him. Two can play at that game.
“Wow hyung, you’re dripping with someone’s cum yet you’re still begging to be filled? I didn’t realize you were such a whore.” Wonwoo says, a slight depth to his voice. He pulls his own sweats down to his thighs, allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. He didn’t realize how hard he was until the cool air hit him.
Jeonghan nods with a whimper, pushing his hips up with a small wiggle in hopes of enticing Wonwoo to get a move on.
“Yes, had Seungcheollie earlier.” Jeonghan starts, gasping when he feels Wonwoo’s fingers at his entrance, scooping up the cum that is slipping from his hole. “He was fucking me so good, but I- I kept moaning your name. Fuck- please Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo feels filthy in the best way as he spreads Seungcheol’s cum around his cock, trying to slick himself up just a little bit. He has to hold back his groan at Jeonghan’s words. It’s dizzying to him, not knowing if Jeonghan is teasing him or genuinely begging. Either way, Wonwoo loves it.
He looks down at where Jeonghan is laying. His knees are spread out for Wonwoo, just how he likes it. He looks like a sin, his small body swimming in the oversized brown sweater. Wonwoo thinks he remembers Mingyu wearing it sometime.
As much as he loves to tease, Wonwoo has wanted to be inside Jeonghan for days now. With a hand gripping the base of his cock, he presses up against the pretty pink rim, exhaling softly as he watches the blunt head push in almost too easily.
Fuck, Jeonghan was made to take cock.
Wonwoo thanks every higher power he can think of that Jeonghan is laying on his front, because there is no way he would’ve survived seeing Jeonghan’s face as he pushed in, the satiated moan the older let out almost too much for him. Jeonghan takes him so easily, his hips meeting flush against his ass, squeezing warm and tight and inviting and all Wonwoo wants to do is absolutely ruin him.
“Won-fuck!” Jeonghan moans, words cut off by Wonwoo pulling back, only to snap his hips forward again. Usually when Wonwoo is with someone new he starts off slow, just until he gets a feeling for what his partner likes. However, Wonwoo has seen Jeonghan getting fucked before and knows that his eyes roll back and back arches when getting it hard. He feels confident in his ability to please Jeonghan, now he just has to prove it.
“Oh I’m sorry, were you trying to say something?” Wonwoo asks, one hand holding Jeonghan’s hip while the other presses against his lower back, crumpling up and fisting the fabric as he grinds his hips up.
Wonwoo waits for Jeonghan to try and speak again before pulling his hips back and thrusting forward yet again, only this time he doesn’t stop. Jeonghan is louder than Wonwoo thinks he’s ever heard him, even though his noises are being muffled by the pillow. His ass jiggles with each thrust despite its size, bed springs squeaking with the movement of his hips. He can only imagine the friction Jeonghan feels on his cock caught against the sheets.
His mind is overwhelmed, it’s like every wet dream and fantasy come to life. It should be kind of messed up that one of Wonwoo’s top fantasies was to fuck his best friend, but he can’t find it in himself to care. Jeonghan seems to want it just as much.
Jeonghan’s words are jumbled up between moans, muffled still by the pillow beneath him. That just won’t do. If Wonwoo is going to fuck Jeonghan, he’s going to hear how well he does.
“Stop hiding yourself.” Wonwoo grunts, hand that was holding Jeonghan’s sweater now tugging his hair, pulling himself away from the fabric. He can’t fully see Jeonghan’s face, but he can hear the hiccups and sniffles coming from him. Jeonghan moans loudly as his hands grip the sheets below, tightening around Wonwoo with a plea.
“Please! Again-again! Need- cum.” Jeonghan babbles, useless and limp below Wonwoo as he takes what he's given. Wonwoo’s hips move harder at Jeonghan’s pleas, the force moving him up the bed enough for him to push his hand against the headboard. This is possibly the hottest thing he’s ever experienced, his cock twitching deep inside as the heat in his stomach begins to tighten.
“C’mon hyung, cum for me.” Wonwoo grunts, a small moan slipping from his lips as he feels the heat around him grow impossibly tighter, like Jeonghan is trying to pull him in and lock him in place.
“Cumming, cumming Wonwoo- fuck!” Jeonghan moans, body tensing up beneath him. Jeonghan is surprisingly quiet as he cums, his voice seemingly caught in his throat as he shakes through the aftershocks, squeezing around Wonwoo so tightly.
Wonwoo’s a goner.
“Hyung-” Wonwoo groans, fucking his hips one- two- three more times before pushing in deep, his own orgasm quickly taking over him as he releases, filling Jeonghan up. He groans softly when he remembers that he’s, in fact, adding to the cum already inside and if he hadn’t literally just came, he would’ve gotten hard once again.
Wonwoo lets go of the grip he had on Jeonghan’s hair, setting him down gently before resting his forehead on his back. Their laboured breathing fills the empty space of the room while they calm down. With careful movements, Wonwoo pulls out, reaching for the toy Jeonghan discarded earlier to plug him up once again.
Spotting some tissue on the side table, Wonwoo quickly cleans both himself and Jeonghan, tucking himself back in his sweats before helping Jeonghan get dressed. The older boy remained quiet this whole time, and Wonwoo is worried he fucked him back to sleep.
“Hyung, are you okay?” Wonwoo asks quietly, nudging the older boy. Jeonghan turns onto his back, looking up at Wonwoo with a pleased smile.
“Never better, although I am hungry.” he says, sitting up with ease. Wonwoo almost chokes at the complete change in his demeanor, surprised to see him moving with ease. Jeonghan pouts, “C’mon Wonwoo-ya, there’s chuck tail flap with my name on it waiting for me.”
Wonwoo just nods and follows Jeonghan outside, the cool air hitting his heated body, making him shiver despite the layers he’s now wearing. He spots the members sitting around the fire laughing loudly with drinks in their hands. True to his word, Seungcheol had put aside two plates of food, handing Wonwoo his but not without a smirk on his face.
“Did Hannie put up a fight?” He asks, looking over to said boy with a raised brow.
“You know I like my sleep, Cheollie.” Jeonghan says, walking over to a free chair with a slight limp to his walk. Wonwoo knows that everyone is aware of what just went down, but he can’t help the heat on his face, his eyes diverting away from the boy he just had in bed, suddenly finding the samgyeopsal very intriguing. A small gasp is what gains his attention, however.
Eyes following the sound, Wonwoo sees Joshua looking between Jeonghan and Wonwoo, a pink blush on his cheeks that could be blamed on the chill of the night, if not for the desire in his eyes.