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Hanbin always considered himself a man who can control himself well, something he acquired over the years dealing with performances and dance battles that made his heart flutter with latent anxiety that ran through his veins and consumed his insides. Gradually, Hanbin improved at controlling his trembling hands, his accelerated breath, or his confused thoughts. However, there was one thing Hanbin still couldn't control, and that made his life much more difficult—well, he was never trained to deal with Zhang Hao. The chinese man rendered Hanbin's body immune to Hanbin's mental control; with Hao's hot kisses, Hanbin's ears automatically warmed up, and his body simmered with uncontrolled desire.
Hanbin used to think that over time he would gain immunity to the sight of Hao's sinful curves and his kissable lips that knew how to wreak havoc on his sanity, but that didn't happen. The more Hanbin could taste of Hao, the more desperate and uncontrollable he became.
Today was one of those days he hated for not being able to control himself. Hanbin was busy eating after touching up his makeup to go on air in a few moments, when Hao entered his dressing room already perfectly groomed for his stage. He was ridiculously handsome, and Hanbin wasn't made of stone.
The moment he saw his lovely hyung smiling eagerly at him, Hanbin knew instantly that he needed to kiss him. It didn't help that Hao sat on Hanbin's lap moments later, Sung's hand moved automatically due to muscle memory, gripping the older man's delicate waist. Hanbin began using all of his mental control to not allow himself to get hard; his body stiffened beneath Hao as he felt Hao's rear on his lap. Hanbin was about to panic because they were both being recorded, and he feared he wouldn't last long. He could try to control himself a lot, but he's no saint; he's feeling his hyung's butt on his member—no one can blame him for needing to fight his demons, it's Zhang Hao we're talking about. Fortunately, after a few moments, which felt more like hours, Hao got up from Hanbin's lap, not even noticing the internal struggle he caused. Hanbin felt like he could finally breathe again after holding his breath due to the effort of controlling his erection. After the camera cut, Hanbin smiled at the cameraman and said he needed to use the bathroom; the staff just reminded them they were going live in a few minutes. Hanbin met Hao's eyes, puckering his lips cutely, he nodded for Hao to follow him. The older man smiled with his eyes, walking over to Hanbin so they could go to the bathroom together.
The walk wasn't very long, Hanbin had time only to compliment Hao's appearance and express how proud he was. When they got inside the bathroom, their attitude changed abruptly. Hanbin dragged Hao into one of the stalls and pressed his body against his. Hanbin's body was on fire feeling Hao's curves in his hands; he cursed and held Hao's face, joining their lips.
The kiss was intense from the start, Hanbin's hands grabbed everything of Hao they could reach, making the chinese man gasp and sigh against his lips. This resulted in an even more desperate Hanbin: he rubbed his lower part against Hao's, seeking contact or relief from the urgent need for touch that moved his body. When the leader felt his hyung take control of the kiss, Hanbin felt like melting because he had never kissed anyone who mastered the art of kissing like Hao did. Honestly, he believed that even in that, his hyung was the best. He knew how to touch the right parts of his mouth with his tongue, wrapping him in a wave of hot and sticky excitement that addicted him like a drug. When Zhang Hao's tongue touched his in a fervent and fatal dance, he could feel his heartbeats pulsating in his warm ears. Hanbin whimpered when his hyung's hand caressed his waist while Hao tried to merge with him, making Hanbin feel like clay in the older man's hands, molded by Hao's touch, feeling his hands on his body pressing where he desired.
Hao's soft lips tasted like strawberry gloss, making Hanbin unable to resist sucking on Zhang Hao's soft flesh, which seemed to enjoy the action, releasing a breathy sigh, motivated by the excitement that bubbled his skin. Hanbin explored his boyfriend's mouth, delighting when his hyung brought his hands to one of his buttocks, making him release a surprised moan. Zhang Hao took the opportunity to take Hanbin's lower lip, dragging his teeth, removing the lipstick that had been retouched minutes ago. Hanbin couldn't react with anything but sighs and needy breaths as a non-verbal attempt to express his desire for more.
Zhang Hao gives Hanbin more when he thrusts his hips against Hanbin and slides his hands through the beautiful fabric of Hanbin's white shirt, scratching his abdomen with his short nails.
"Hyung..." Hanbin separates his lips and allows himself to gasp against Hao's mouth. He doesn't know exactly what his speech means, he just wants to call Hao's name to have an audible confirmation of how good Hanbin feels.
The center resumes the kiss urgently, dedicating even more to the intense kiss they share. Hanbin hasn't been able to have coherent thoughts for some time, and the situation worsens when he feels Hao sucking on his tongue, covering the warm muscle with his lips in slow sucking movements. Hanbin grasped Hao's clothes, holding onto the man as if he were a lifeline, crumpling his clothes in the process.
Hao traces every part of Hanbin's lips with his, mapping every corner of his mouth with his skilled tongue that makes Hanbin moan against his lips, moans that Zhang Hao drinks directly from his mouth.
The heat in the room increases dramatically, igniting the bodies of the two men who engage there in the tight cabin of a bathroom. Hanbin and Hao consume themselves in a warm mixture of needy touches and longing mouths.
The kiss between the two is interrupted when the sound of knocks is heard on the locked bathroom door. The sound of a female voice sounds amidst the empty and warm room.
"Hanbin-si, are you done? You're on in 5 minutes," a staff member says from the other side of the door.
Hao steps away from Hanbin, smiling playfully.
"We need to go, or you'll be late. You go first, and I'll leave after." Hao says before planting a loving kiss on Hanbin's swollen lips.
With his breath still heavy and his eyes blurry, Hanbin nods in agreement.
"I have to go, good luck with your stage, hyung," Hanbin says as he starts trying to straighten his own clothes.
"Hanbin…" Zhang Hao calls his attention.
"What is it, hyung?"
Hao approaches Hanbin again and whispers near his ear.
"Look down, dear... You're hard. Take care of that." Hao's voice is laced with an undeniable tone of mockery and noticeable arousal.
As the chinese words reached Hanbin's brain, he blushed in embarrassment. He felt pathetic for getting hard over so little, but what could he do? That's the effect Zhang Hao had on his body: he simply turned him into a mess. It's like his body became a hundred times more sensitive with each touch.
Hanbin stepped out of the stall, went to the sink, and wet his hands with cold water, trying to reduce his body temperature a bit by splashing water on his neck. He looked at the mirror, observing his flushed face and dilated pupils in the reflection. He looked at himself and smiled because he liked what he saw. Despite being inconvenient at times, he loved the mess Zhang Hao made of him. Hanbin began trying to decrease the bulge in his pants, attempting to think of disgusting and unpleasant things to make his erection less noticeable in the fabric of his trousers. Before leaving the bathroom, he saw Hao in the reflection making a fighting gesture and couldn't help but smile.
As soon as he returned to the dressing room, his makeup artist seemed irritated when she looked at his face, and honestly, he couldn't blame her for it. He had nearly ruined all of her work. The woman didn't ask how all his lipstick smudged, but she seemed annoyed to have to do rushed touch-ups on his face. Hanbin spent the whole time trying to forget how much his dick was hurting, squeezed tightly in his underwear.
In moments, he went live, cameras rolling, massive crews behind them, and everyone seeing Hanbin painfully hard. He felt very embarrassed. Honestly, he wanted to disappear, but that wasn't something he could afford. He had responsibilities as an MC, even though he knew it was almost impossible. He hoped that as few people as possible would notice his lower body. The director did his best to avoid showing his whole body on camera, but the atmosphere was still strange. Hanbin could feel people murmuring his name, and yet his erection refused to go down because, in a way, the exposure worsened his state of arousal.
When the director announced the end of the live recordings, Hanbin rushed to the bathroom; he needed to fix this. He couldn't bear to stay hard in front of everyone. Inside the stall, he took his dick out of his pants and recalled Hao's touches, the sensation of his naturally cold fingers on his skin that was always burning, he recalled the feeling of having his tongue sucked by Hao's lips, he tried to feel his boyfriend's fingers on his stomach again, he replayed everything in his mind as he moved his hand in a rough and desperate rhythm on his dick. The relief of touching himself was good, but he could still feel the physical absence of Hao there. Hanbin made even more effort to keep the memory of his boyfriend alive when he brought one of his hands to his own nipples, stroking his chest as a way to speed up his orgasm, which worked very well because moments later he came in his own hand with a hoarse moan calling out to his beloved. After cleaning up his mess and regulating his breathing, he returned to his dressing room, feeling more relaxed and satisfied. However, as soon as he entered, he found Hao browsing on his phone, and once again, he felt very aware of his own existence, but he still sat in his chair and waited for the hairstylists, makeup artists, and stylists to get him ready.
"My stage has already been recorded," Hao says as he walks over to Hanbin's chair.
"Can't wait to watch it, hyung. I'm sure you did a great job."
"Thank you. I work hard. So do you, right?" Zhang Hao's tone is lightly humorous, something subtle that only Hanbin could understand.
After his remark, Hao says goodbye and leaves the dressing room, mentioning that he's going to the dorms because he's tired after the recordings. Hanbin nods and continues to prepare for more recordings, live entrances, and shootings.
It's nighttime when Hanbin returns to the dorm, the day has been long and productive. As soon as he opens the door to the shared dorm, he finds Yujin and Gyuvin fighting over the TV remote while Jiwoong orders pizza for dinner next to Matthew. Hanbin then hangs up his coat and goes to his shared room with Gunwook, where he finds the young man playing something on his phone. The leader takes a relaxing shower, puts on comfortable clothes, and goes to the room that Zhang Hao shares with Taerae. Before opening the door, he can already hear the two men laughing animatedly with some music playing in the background. As soon as he opens the door, he watches the scene of the two men dancing to some upbeat Kpop music, and Hanbin laughs at the sight. As soon as they take a break, he goes to Zhang Hao, hugging the man as a way to recharge his energy. Taerae understands this as a silent request to leave them alone and he does so, Hao still hugging Hanbin. Hao guides the two to settle together on the bed, and the chinese man touches Hanbin's face, asking:
"Was it a tiring day, baobei?" with his soft voice and his gaze full of affection.
"Yes, hyung." Hanbin says with a pout.
Hao gives Hanbin a gentle kiss on the forehead, and they remain embraced for a while. Hanbin recounts details of his day, avoiding the embarrassing ones. Hao listens attentively, stroking his hair while looking into his eyes. Once Hanbin finishes detailing his day, he asks about his boyfriend's day.
"My day was interesting... But please, keep telling me about yours. You haven't mentioned anything about getting hard just from a few exchanged kisses in the bathroom."
Hanbin's mouth falls open in surprise at Zhang Hao's statement. His throat feels dry, and his mind seems to lose its train of thought. He looks with his large eyes at Zhang Hao and finds the other man's face serene and slightly amused.
"Come on, Hanbin... Are you really going to pretend that nothing happened today?"
"H-Hyung... It's embarrassing..." Hanbin murmurs, embarrassed, his cheeks burning. He feels the need to bury his face in his boyfriend's chest to avoid looking into his eyes.
Zhang Hao chuckles lightly and wraps his fingers around Hanbin's waist, slipping them under Hanbin's shirt. The thermal shock is familiar; Hao can feel Hanbin's warm skin against his.
"Embarrassed? You didn't seem embarrassed when you were moaning into my mouth."
Hao pulls away from Hanbin, removing his hands from Hanbin's body, making the younger man shiver at the absence of his touch. Quickly, he removes the fabric from Hanbin's body, leaving his torso exposed. Then, he positions himself on top of Hanbin, knees beside his body. With his right hand, he supports his weight, and with the other, he delicately holds Hanbin's chin, making his boyfriend's eyes meet his own.
"H-Hyung..." Hanbin's voice sounds affected as he feels his hyung's fingers gently touching his face. He feels observed and vulnerable, the urge to hide surges within him.
"You didn't seem embarrassed at all while you were messing up my shirt... In fact, you were rubbing against me like you were in heat. That doesn't seem like the attitude of someone who has even half the modesty you're trying to pretend you have."
"H-Hyung, I just..." Hanbin doesn't even know what he wants to say exactly; his words die in his throat before they can leave his lips. He moves his body to meet the cold fingers that caress his skin.
"Always so needy... I bet if I touch you here..." Hao moves his fingers to Hanbin's sensitive nipples, making him tremble, while finding a space between Hanbin's thighs with his knees and placing a kiss on his lips. "In a few moments, you'll be spreading your legs, begging for me to fuck you..."
The blond's words make Hanbin's body shiver, and he observes Zhang Hao's hungry gaze, causing him to swallow hard.
– Hao... Don't say things like that... – Hanbin's voice sounds more excited than shy, and Zhang Hao knows it. That's why he brings his lips to Hanbin's neck, sucking on the sensitive area, marking a hot and painful path of hickeys and bites that elicit needy gasps and sighs from Hanbin, who, without even realizing it, spreads his legs to accommodate his boyfriend's body between them.
Hao initiates a lascivious kiss, his tongue taking everything it desires from Hanbin's mouth. He skillfully and precisely touches his boyfriend's nipples under his shirt. Hao's velvety tongue expertly dances across Hanbin's lips, marking the entire area as his. As the air slowly escapes from their lungs, Hanbin pulls away from Hao's mouth, breathless. He bites down on his lower lip, eliciting a moan from the chinese man at the pleasant sound, a mischievous smile forming on his face.
Hao continues to plant kisses along Hanbin's neck and chest until he gives an experimental lick to Hanbin's right nipple, earning a weak murmur of encouragement. He puts his mouth to work, sucking on the sensitive nipple while stimulating the left one with his fingers. Hanbin feels so good that he can't help but press his chest even more against Hao's face.
– Ge ge, please... more...
Hao releases Hanbin's nipple, looking at him with dilated pupils and swollen lips.
– More? Just like I said... – He slides his hand into Hanbin's shorts, using his fingers to touch the other's cock, feeling the wet texture of precum. – Desperate, you need my cock so badly that you're already like this? – Hao removes his hands from Hanbin's lower body and shows him his fingers coated in precum, making the younger man inhale sharply through his mouth, affected by the sight.
– Aren't you ashamed? I would be ashamed if it were that easy... Just one kiss, and you already want to take your clothes off for me... like a slut. – Zhang Hao finishes with a smirk.
– Ge ge... I need... – Hanbin isn't sure where he lost the last drop of his dignity, but he knows that dignity means nothing when compared to the delicious sensations that only Zhang Hao can provoke in him. And if it's necessary to beg for it, he's willing to do so.
Zhang Hao lets out a sly laugh and returns his hand to Hanbin's needy member, making rhythmic movements that extract needy sounds from the younger man, adding gasps and murmurs to the luxurious symphony that envelops the room.
Hao's movements are unnecessarily slow and torturous, his hand heating up Hanbin's cock, which throbs in his fingers, releasing more and more precum. Hao nibbles on the tattoo between his boyfriend's collarbones, leaving the skin in dark shades of red caused by his teeth.
– H-hyung, more! – Hanbin exclaims when he feels Zhang Hao's index finger teasing his sensitive glans, feeling his eyes water. – Please, Ge ge, I need it to be faster.
– Why would I do that? You look so beautiful begging for me. It's not hard to have you in the palm of my hand. All you need is my mouth on your lips and my tongue teasing yours. Why would I give you what you want so easily when I know you'll give me everything without me even asking? All because you can't use your brain when your cock is hard...
Hanbin swallows hard and exhales heavily, swallowing his own saliva as he observes his boyfriend's dark eyes, which hypnotize his soul. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. Honestly, Hanbin doesn't even know if he wants to argue. The result of being a good boy for his hyung is much better than wasting time trying to formulate a response. Hanbin doesn't need to spend any more time lost in thought because Hao recaptures his full attention when he slaps him across the face. Hanbin's mouth opens in surprise, and he lets out a surprised moan, his exhale heavy. He bites his lower lip in ecstasy.
– Pathetic... can't even answer me? Of course you can't. You can't even think straight when you're fucked up enough. But that's what you want, isn't it? To be fucked by me like the idiot you are.
– Hyung, please... I need... – The humiliation hits Hanbin like a match on hay; he's on fire with the words coming out of his boyfriend's mouth.
– Need what, Hanbin? Use your words, or I won't do anything, and you'll have to go back to your room with your cock hard and throbbing because you know you can't even satisfy yourself the way I can.
Hanbin feels so aroused that he might explode. His penis is pulsing, and all he can think about is how much he wants his boyfriend inside him, stretching him, using his body, and taking everything he needs. With that in mind, Hanbin exhales heavily and pleads.
– Please, Hyung, do whatever you want to me. I just need to be touched. Give me anything, and I'll accept it. – Hanbin's eyes are wet with unshed tears, and he's flushed and urgently craving more. He spreads his ample thighs, flexing his toned muscles.
Hao's hand passes over Hanbin's jaw and slides to squeeze the flesh of his exposed thighs. The chinese man kisses the lips of the man beneath him.
– Use your mouth for that, moaning and begging for more. That's exactly why you exist.
Hanbin sighs with the brief praise; he's happy to provide satisfaction, to have a reason to exist. That reason is Zhang Hao, and nothing can make him happier than simply giving him everything, because without him, Hanbin is incomplete.
Hanbin is pulled out of his thoughts when he feels Hao removing his shorts and underwear in one swift motion, lowering both to his ankles skillfully. Hanbin's legs tighten in an attempt to contain his cock, which springs out of his clothes, firm and flushed, oozing precum.
In coordinated movements, Zhang Hao's fingers embrace Hanbin's pulsating penis, a loud moan escaping the man lying exposed on the bed, too sensitive to contain his own noises. Hao's hand begins to move, arching Hanbin's back over the bed, causing the korean to pull the fabric of the sheets beneath him.
– Have you forgotten that we're not alone, dear? Or do you want our members to hear you moan for me?
The thought of it makes Hanbin's cock throb even more. He feels even more excited at the idea of the humiliation of being watched by anyone, especially when he's in such a vulnerable state, where he's drunk on pleasure, unable to even control his own body.
The silence from the man beneath him makes Zhang Hao smile slyly; he can read his boyfriend like no one else and therefore notices how his slit gushes even more after his last words.
– Oh... So you really would like that, wouldn't you? Our members watching you with my cock inside your ass. I'm sure they'd enjoy watching you suck me off too. You do that so well, don't you? Take my cock like it's made just for that.
The dirty thoughts flood Hanbin's mind, unleashed by Zhang Hao's provocative words. His cock pulses desperately in his boyfriend's hand, oozing precum incessantly.
– I think it would be a good idea to invite more people to watch you, don't you? How about someone from today's crew? I'm sure someone got curious after today and wants to know what you're like inside your pants... too bad they don't know that your cock is just a lovely prop in my hand. – Zhang Hao smiles acidly and lightly taps the side of Hanbin's swollen penis, causing him to let out a pained moan from the impact, arching his back again, eliciting a sadistic laugh from the man above him.
– Hyung, please... I'm close...
Hanbin feels his body giving clearer signs of orgasm with each passing moment, his thighs trembling from the effort of keeping them open, his abdomen tensing, threatening to explode.
– My boy's close? You let yourself be affected by a few words? I'm not even touching you here... – The chinese man trails his finger along Hanbin's edge, causing him to tremble at the provocative contact.
– Please, please, plea-... – Hanbin's words die in his throat the moment he feels Hao's mouth enveloping his cock. The warm, soft heat clouds the man's mind, and he feels like he could come right there. The older man dedicates himself to his task, alternating between licks and well-executed sucks along Hanbin's length while gripping his boyfriend's muscular thighs, using the flesh there for leverage.
The sounds coming from Hanbin's mouth grow increasingly louder until they're so loud that anyone passing by would be able to clearly hear Hanbin's murmurs for more and the erotic sucking noise caused by the chinese man.
In a surprising move, Hao withdraws his mouth from Hanbin's cock in a sudden motion, causing a wet sound in the room. Hanbin murmurs protests as he trembles sensitively from the sudden loss. Hao, with his voice huskier due to the rough use of his vocal cords, announces next to Hanbin's ear.
– You didn't really think it would be that easy, did you? You're going to come only after me.
After his declaration, the chinese man turns Hanbin's body around and gives his soft buttocks two slaps.
– Lucky for you, I'm too hard to tie you up because otherwise you'd have a rerun of that night in Paris...
Hanbin's body trembles with the memory of his arms immobilized and his legs spread on the bed, with his cock being used repeatedly by Hao's enthusiastic rides, causing multiple orgasms in a short span of time, turning Hanbin's body into a mess. The memory brings back the luxurious warmth in the lower part of his body and makes him want to submit even more because the more he gives to Hao, the more pleasure he gets back. It's a vicious game that he loves to play.
Hanbin's thoughts are interrupted the moment a cold liquid comes into contact with his buttocks, and he gasps in surprise when Hao's fingers infiltrate near his entrance, threatening to enter.
– Hyung... put it inside. – Hanbin pleads for Hao to do what he's teasing.
Hao chuckles and uses his other hand to hold Hanbin's face somewhat firmly, lifting his gaze until it meets his own.
– Funny of you to think you can demand anything when you're in this state, moving like clay in my hands... it's almost embarrassing how much you're willing to offer yourself to me. I could destroy you entirely and leave you exposed, and you'd still thank me for it... you know why? – Hanbin shakes his head in denial. – Because you'd never deny me anything, would you? – Hao smiles satisfactorily as he again drags his fingers over Hanbin's hole.
– Yes, Hyung... anything you want... – Hanbin says, intoxicated by Zhang Hao's words. He feels like he's boiling, feels small and pathetic, but nothing in the world can give him more satisfaction than knowing that Hao is the man who gives him the freedom to let go of control over his own body and mind and to surrender to someone who knows how to push the right buttons to give him double what he's given up.
At the end of the korean's speech, a wet finger slides into Hanbin, who moans loudly at the intrusion, his warm walls embracing Hao's finger, sucking it in.
"Quiet now... leader..." Hao smiles mischievously. "Or do you want Matthew to come check if you're okay?"
There's Hao again, entering his brain and revealing his filthy desires, feeding each one of them until they grow larger and more perverse.
"Oh, what a shame! What would your friend think if he found you like this, moaning like a whore, giving yourself to me like an insatiable whore who no matter how many times she's fucked, will still beg for a cock to stretch him."
Another finger breaches Hanbin's entrance, eliciting another muffled groan from him, but this time he puts his own hand over his mouth to prevent more of his sounds from being heard.
Time passes at an alternating speed for Hanbin, who feels the task of controlling himself becoming increasingly impossible as now three fingers are inside him, and Hao's hand is pulling his hair, encouraging him to angle his hips perfectly. In a bold move, Hao bites Hanbin's shoulder while still fingering him and inquires with his husky voice near Hanbin's ear:
"I know you want to come, but I also know my Hanbin can be a good boy for me and hold it until I come first, right?"
Hanbin feels his body vibrating with anticipation. He desperately wants his release but is willing to prioritize Hao's pleasure so he can do whatever he wants with him. With that in mind, he nods in confirmation.
"Use your words, Baobei..."
"Please, hyung, take what you want. I want to be good for you, hyung. I can hold it."
Hao smiles satisfactorily and places his hand in front of Hanbin's mouth, instinctively housing three of his boyfriend's fingers between his lips with urgency. As soon as he has Hao's fingers in his mouth, Hanbin feels Hao's cock sliding into his entrance, which even though prepared, still tightens around the chinese man's shaft.
The grip makes Zhang Hao groan hoarsely with pleasure. Hanbin grabs the sheets again as Hao enters him completely. After a few moments, Hao starts thrusting slowly but forcefully and precisely, making Hanbin's moans resonate around his fingers. When he notices the sheer pleasure of the other in his movements, he increases the speed and intensity of his thrusts, giving Hanbin little time to think as his prostate is pounded by Zhang Hao's swollen glans multiple times.
Hanbin's mind is a blank canvas as Hao's cock drags inside him, skin against skin. He can feel all knowledge of his brain being sucked out of his body. His body lurches forward with each rough thrust, and he murmurs incoherently, drooling on Hao's fingers, feeling too full to bother speaking. Who needs neurons when you have a boyfriend hitting your prostate repeatedly? Hanbin allows himself only to enjoy the sensations of being fucked from behind. He forgets his self-control, his own rules, his image, and reputation, focusing on the sensation of the friction of the sheets against his cock, his mouth full of Hao's fingers, his hole filled by Hao's cock. His mind empties as all thoughts are ripped away by Hao, who continues to move quickly in constant thrusts, grabbing his buttocks or pulling a handful of his hair as he likes.
Seconds, moments, or perhaps hours pass because Hanbin no longer knows what time is. Hao reaches his climax inside Hanbin's hole, his chest pressing against the korean's back, painting his insides with his hot cum, moaning Hanbin's name at the height of his pleasure.
Zhang Hao then turns Hanbin so that he is face to face with him, removes his fingers from the warm mouth and observes the flushed and destroyed expression of the younger man. He feels proud to be the one who caused Hanbin's ruin.
"My good boy. Come to me, you deserve it." The praise comes satisfied from the lips of the chinese man as he withdraws his member from inside Hanbin. Hanbin whimpers at the absence until Hao quickly replaces his cock with his skillful fingers, keeping the other's excitement high.
The effect of Hao's words is as precise as an arrow. Hanbin's body contracts in pleasure, squeezing Hao's fingers inside him as he spills cum all over the sheet beneath him, throwing his head back and opening his mouth for a long, hoarse moan of satisfaction. Zhang Hao continues with his fingers in Hanbin's hole until he descends from orgasm, regaining his lost thoughts. He smiles satisfied and tiredly, laying his head on the mattress.
Hao watches Hanbin's serene expression and removes his fingers from the younger man's entrance. The feeling of loss is immediate, and Hanbin complains, even though he knows he wouldn't endure another round awake. Zhang Hao then temporarily moves away from Hanbin to fetch tissues and clean up his boyfriend, who is resting in bed.
After finishing a superficial cleaning, Hao sits beside Hanbin on the bed, pulling the korean into his arms. Hanbin smiles and hugs Hao's waist, lying contentedly on his chest, allowing himself to relax in that moment. Zhang Hao gives a kiss on the forehead of the man lying on top of him and also allows himself to be carried away by exhaustion, falling into a peaceful sleep.