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Now that Seunghyun has done it, the idea seems very childish and, in all honesty, dumb. He looks in the mirror, dissecting every inch of his body and the silly outfit. He pursues his lips and tugs the hem of the shirt down, it barely covering the curve of his backside. It's a bit chilly, but he hopes that it wasn't for nothing. Jiyong would like it, he's sure.
Still, Seunghyun is hesitant. His legs are cold, all covered in goosebumps and he is nervous, self doubt eating him alive. He considers changing back quickly and leaving the surprise for another day, but something makes him decide against it. It's Jiyong's big day, after all.
It doesn't make Choi feel less stupid, though. He fixes his makeup, minimal, soft and barely visible and checks the time, nerves alight. He needs to calm down, if he doesn't want to be a trembling mess by the time Jiyong comes back. Seunghyun doesn't know when it will be, though.
Choi is sleepy and sprawled out on the soft bed by the time he hears the soft click of the door. He had only spent a couple of hours in Jiyong's apartment, his experience stained with needless worries and seemingly endless wait. He doesn't quite register the fact that the moment has come, only managing to lift his torso a little and turn his head.
And then their eyes meet.
Seunghyun holds his breath unknowingly, the anxiety coming back with double the force and making him lower his gaze.
"Hyung", Jiyong's voice is barely above a whisper, it's unclear how and why is Choi able to hear it over the pulsating rhythm of his uneasy heart, "did you wait for me?"
"Yeah", his throat is dry as he chuckles, "Surprise".
The bed dips and Seunghyun feels a cold touch on his bare calf, a feather-light caress. He shudders, senses heightened. Jiyong's hand travels up, tips of his fingers barely reaching the muscles of Choi's inner thigh, palm stopping dangerously close to the hem of the creamy white shorts.
"What are you wearing?", Kwon's voice is honey-sweet and raspy, soaked in arousal, "Show me".
Seunghyun bites his lip, his expression doubtful and shy. Jiyong moves closer, pecking his shoulder through the thin cloth.
"Please".
It works. Choi moves slowly, turning around and resting the weight on his elbows. The apples of his cheeks are red and he feels Jiyong's surprised gaze as it travels all over his body. Seunghyun coughs, breaking the tense silence in the room and Kwon jerks his head up, looking straight into his eyes.
"Congratulations on the release", the older feels uncertain, his voice laced with embarrassment as he yet again locks eyes with his lover.
Jiyong's eyes shine. His mouth, previously left agape in surprise, stretches into a wide smile, his ears turning red, "Oh? So are you my present?"
"Don't say it like that!"
"I'm just stating the obvious".
Seunghyun's elbows give out and he leans on the pile of pillows. Jiyong watches, unblinking. His hands find their place back on Choi's long and lean legs, stretched out across the bed and he touches and lightly squeezes the thighs, enjoying the feeling of the ample flesh.
"Where did you get it, though?", Kwon asks, seemingly more interested in Seunghyun's reaction to the touch rather than the answer, "Thought it was still unreleased".
The older inhales loudly, "I just asked the stylist if they had any spares", his voice is shaky, clearly affected by Jiyong's ministrations, "And she offered me to have a custom one made since she was a fan".
"Well, I'm glad she was", Kwon's finger traces the lines of the printed 'I heart GD' across Choi's chest. The latter watches his movements, hypnotized.
"I look dumb as fuck", Seunghyun sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Jiyong laughs and reaches out, grasping his wrist and pulling it away.
"You look perfect, baby", the older blushes. Kwon peppers kisses across his partner's face, soft and adoring, "So beautiful, only for me".
"Do you really like it?"
"Hyung, my dick is about to explode from how horny I am", he deadpans, "You tell me".
Seunghyun doesn't need to be told twice, hand immediately palming Jiyong's crotch and squeezing. The latter gasps and moans, desired touch flipping something in his stomach. Kwon feels the heat gather, curl and slowly spread throughout his body, the insides burning.
He looks up for a second and then his hand is grasping Seunghyun's neck and pulling him in. Their lips smush, Jiyong's tongue immediately probing at the older's lips in a demanding manner. Seunghyun moans, letting him in. Kwon pulls and moves closer, eager for a touch. He sits on Choi's lap, his energy an unconfined force, hands roaming the older's back and gripping his hair.
Jiyong's teeth are restless, leaving the bright marks on the flesh of Seunghyun's exposed neck, as he sucks the hickeys onto his throat. Kwon bites and licks and kisses over the irritation, hungry and assertive. Seunghyun's gut burns with desire, skin flushed and his mouth dry and open. He grips Jiyong's waist and squeezes.
"Ji- ah- wait, I wanna do something", Jiyong's face perks in curiosity, eyes wide and lips glistening with spit, "can I?"
Jiyong climbs down, lips stretched wide and he watches as the light shines through the thin fabric. Seunghyun's every movement is on display, the sun rays peering through and hugging the thin waist, offering it to Kwon's mesmerized gaze. The shirt appears so thin, almost chiffon-light. The younger starts salivating.
Seunghyun goes down, knees on the floor, palms prying Jiyong's thighs open, and he rests his cheek on the rough fabric. The younger runs his hand through his lover's hair, his fingers shaking a little in anticipation. Jiyong reaches for his belt, but the movement gets intercepted.
Seunghyun shakes his head lightly, taking over, and pushes Kwon's hand out of the picture. "Let me", he rasps and opens the obviously expensive buckle and the button of his jeans. Jiyong shuffles forward, legs falling open even wider. The older pushes his head closer, gripping the zipper with his front teeth and pulling down. He doesn't tug Jiyong's jeans far, only far enough to get the access to his dick, hard and waiting.
Seunghyun rubs it through the cloth with his hand and then touches the same spot with his lips. He licks and kisses until the fabric is fully wet. Jiyong moans and breathes heavily, grips his hyung's hair and pulls a little, making the older growl.
"Stop teasing me, hyung", he whines and Seunghyun lifts his face up, eyes big and pleading.
"Just showing my appreciation, Young-ie", he leaves one last kiss and finally tugs the waistband down, taking in the sight, "I'm a big fan".
"A fanboy, huh?", Jiyong chuckles, "Are you gonna show me just how much you love my work?"
"Mhm, and I'll show you just how much I love you ", Kwon moans and nudges Choi's head closer to his shaft. The latter opens obediently, taking Jiyong into the heat of his mouth. He sucks diligently, going further with each bob of his head until his nose gets buried in Kwon's pubes. Seunghyun moans and swallows, the movement making Jiyong shake and thrust his hips up, fucking into the older's throat.
"Do you mind?", Seunghyun hums in negation and Jiyong looks at him, enchanted. He admires the lips stretched around his cock and the tiny glistens of tears in the corner of his eyes. Kwon caresses the clear skin of his cheekbones and then he grips Seunghyun's hair, holding him in place.
Jiyong's thrusts are restless. He can see outline of his own dick protruding in Choi's throat. The image makes Kwon's surroundings blur. Seunghyun's jaw is slacked, mouth taking in whatever the younger is willing to give him. The drool runs down his chin and the sounds he lets escape his mouth are wet and nasty.
Choi's hair is drenched with sweat, sticking to Jiyong's palms and his own forehead. The eyebrows are furrowed, expression focused, and his cheekbones are wet with tears. Jiyong feels sick and wrong for growing even harder at the view. He was no stranger to the sight of his beloved hyung crying, either from happiness or sadness. His sensitivity has always been one of his greatest qualities, soft heart and warm soul having captivated Jiyong in a blink of an eye.
This, however, was another story altogether. Seunghyun looks wrecked, face flushed and lips bright red. He looks magnificent, his tears glistening in the sun. His fucked-out expression a beautiful picture of sinful pleasure.
Choi moves back, removing himself from Jiyong and gets up, his knees bright pink with irritation. Jiyong's gaze is locked onto his legs, so captivated that he doesn't even see Seunghyun tug the shorts down. It only occurs to Kwon to shut his mouth when he takes his lover's form in, now only a t-shirt obscuring the view.
"Lay down", Seunghyun's voice's gone deeper, and is kind of weak. It makes Jiyong mewl as he shuffles out of his jeans and rests his weight on the headboard. Choi follows suit, throwing one leg over his body and caging Jiyong under him.
"What do you have in mind, hyung?", the younger's hands reach for the hips and travel higher until they reach the stung up buds of Seunghyun's nipples, protruding from underneath the fabric.
"Just leave it to me, okay?", Choi kisses the juncture of his neck sweetly, "Wanna make you feel good".
"I feel pretty good already", a wide heart-shaped smile on his face. Seunghyun rolls his eyes and reaches for the lube.
"Smartass".
And then he smears the liquid on Jiyong's dick.
"Oh".
Choi smirks a little, smugness written all over his face. Jiyong seems surprised and more turned-on then ever. A success, then.
"Wait", the younger says quickly, voice concerned, "what about..?"
"Don't worry", this is so embarrassing, "I took care of everything".
Jiyong's eyes shine. "Ah, my dear hyung, so mindful and good for me", his voice is saccharine-sweet, dripping with love and adoration. Seunghyun struggles to keep his smile down.
Choi does probe at his own entrance for a little, just enough to make Kwon grip the sheets in impatience. And then he takes Jiyong's dick in his hand, all wet and sticky, and leads it to rest in the dip of his glutes.
They kiss as Seunghyun grinds on the younger's lap, heat rising to incomprehensible levels and Jiyong grips Choi's dick, squeezing enough to cause a little discomfort. "If you don't do something right now, I- Ah!", Seunghyun picks this exact moment to bite the shell of his ear and laugh, hot air punching the desperate sound out of Jiyong's mouth. "Hyung, I'm begging, please".
And the older obliges. He takes Jiyong in slowly, his face serene. Kwon stares, mind detached from the surroundings and gets hit with a sudden wave of pleasure as soon as Seunghyun bottoms out. Jiyong wastes no time in gripping his hips, knuckles white, and starts guiding the slow movements. Choi breathes hard, the grinds of his pelvis long and thorough, and then he hits the right angle.
Eyes rolled back in pleasure, he grounds himself on Jiyong's shoulders and lifts up a little, slamming the hips back down not a second later. Kwon moans out loud. Seunghyun starts moving rapidly and Jiyong wishes he could fully comprehend the picture before his eyes, but his mind is fogged with want.
Jiyong thrusts upwards unconsciously, their rhythm finding the golden mean, and they move in unison, electricity running through their veins.
"Fuck, hyung, oh my God", Jiyong's voice an unhinged mutter. He grips Seunghyun's glutes, firm and ample and grips so tight, it leaves bruises almost immediately, "Just like that, baby, you are riding me so good. But you can go faster, right?"
Seunghyun nods, not willing to respond in full volume, his lips bitten red and bleeding a little as he fastens his pace, bouncing on Jiyong's lap.
"That's right, you are so perfect", Kwon wraps his palms around the waist, fabric bunching up and partially opening the sinful view. The younger throws his head back, "Fuck, you are so tight, hyung".
Choi slows down, falling back into a slow grinding motion, fingers gripping the hair on the nape of Jiyong's neck as he pulls him in for a deep kiss. The latter licks up the tiny drops of blood, metallic hint in his mouth prompting him to dive deeper, taste every crevice of his lover's mouth. They moan and whine and suck on each other's lips.
Jiyong, drunk out of his mind, nudges Seunghyun to flip their positions over. The latter nods and reaches down in an attempt to stripe his shirt off.
"No, leave it on", Kwon is suddenly towering over him. "Just a reminder of who you belong to", Seunghyun would've probably found the statement corny, if only he weren't so aroused.
He's just as horny as he is embarrassed when Jiyong adjusts himself and his hips start moving, fucking into Seunghyun's heat. The latter responds eagerly, moans slipping out and getting louder with each thrust. Kwon leans down with a hungry gaze, Seunghyun's collarbones and chest an uncharted territory, immaculately clean of his markings. It's all teeth, tongue and lips on heated skin.
Seunghyun's heart is going crazy, his dick is rubbing in between their bodies, smearing pre-come, and Jiyong's perfume is a sickeningly sweet attack on his nose. Choi interlocks his ankles behind Kwon's lower back, pulling him even closer. He lets his hands roam free, short fingernails barely scratching the surface of Jiyong's skin.
"Fuck, Jiyong, harder!"
Kwon is a man of obedience. He pushes himself up, palms on each side of Seunghyun's head. He takes the beautiful sight of his lover in, his skin golden in the sunset, eyes wide and dark, he's a beautiful mess. Jiyong smiles, leaves a small peck on his right cheek and starts moving with no remorse.
Seunghyun is ecstatic, his hips moving along with Jiyong's, he feels his insides burn and sizzle. His cock is crying with pleasure, his prostate is under continuous assault of Kwon's wide thrusts. The slapping and squelching makes his head spin and beg for more.
"Fuck, you are so tight", Jiyong says, almost out of breath, "Gonna fill you up, alright, baby?"
Choi groans, the mental image enough to make him cry out in delight. "Ji, I'm so close, please".
Jiyong's gaze is locked in on the tiny tear on the older's face and he dives in to lick it up. "Okay, baby, I'm close, too".
Seunghyun's hand goes down to his neglected dick, tip pink and crying. He jerks his hand impatiently, movements rough. Jiyong's thrusts become erratic, uncoordinated as he chases his high, pupils wide and mouth agape.
"Do it inside", Choi groans as he lets one of his legs fall down. The younger's mind goes blank and he grips Seunghyun's hips, pulling him flush to his own skin. Jiyong barely registers the man under him falling apart, only the feel of his hole clenching tight. It pushes the younger over the edge.
He spills inside, movements erratic and shallow through his orgasm. Seunghyun follows, guttural growl pushing through the wall of Jiyong's selfish indulgence and pulling his attention back down. It's all white splatters and sweat down there, Seunghyun's face and body beautifully wrecked. The shirt has riled up to his ribs, all wet and tight around the plump chest and shoulders. Jiyong's dick twitches one last time.
Kwon pulls out carefully, watching as the tiny white streak travels down Seunghyun's thigh and pools under him on the navy blue bedsheet. Jiyong swallows loudly.
"Don't", Choi says, his intonation a firm order, "Leave it there for now".
"Hyung-ie is so perverted", the younger laughs, lying down next to him.
"I'm gonna leave".
Jiyong's hands wrap around Seunghyun and their legs get tangled. Kwon nuzzles into his shoulder and breathes out, "No, you're not. You're stuck here with me".
Choi sighs in fake exhaustion and turns to face Jiyong, suddenly shy, "Did you like it?"
Kwon blinks, not understanding. He looks down on their bodies, examining their positions and condition. They are drenched in sweat and semen, exhausted and cuddling on the ruined sheets and Kwon has no intention of letting his hyung move away for even a second. What a stupid question.
"Yah, Choi Seunghyun, I just came harder than I've ever had in my entire life. Yeah, I liked it all-right".
Seunghyun laughs, a loving smile adoring his face. He accepts Jiyong's soft kisses and gives a few back.
"You should do this more often, actually", Kwon suddenly adds, the amusement in his voice, "I can't be the only one always dressing up. How about a skirt next time?"
"You suit them more than I do, though. You have the legs for it, Young-ie", the latter blushes furiously and sulks a little.
"Not fair", and then he adds, almost casually, "Can I eat you out now?"
"Jiyong-ah".
"Hm?", he inquires, hugging his hyung tighter.
"Please, shut up".