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He shouldn’t have been surprised - Hyunjin has been leaving Chan speechless since their trainee days, from the moment he stepped into the practice room. Hyunjin can find a new way to take Chan’s breath away every few months; but somehow, it still came as a shock when at the end of Stray Kid’s most successful year yet, one that Chan thought couldn’t be more unbelievable, he was left with his mouth hanging open when Hyunjin walked into their Gayo Daejeon waiting room with his hair shaved.
“I found a chestnut rolling in the dorm!” Changbin loudly exclaimed, walking in behind Hyunjin, hands busy rubbing against Hyunjin’s head.
Hyunjin laughed, then caught Chan’s gaze from the doorway. He smiled, eyes crinkling in that way that Chan adores. “How does it look?”
And Chan felt his heart soar all over again.
The kids haven’t kept their hands off him. It seems every other minute one of them has their hands petting Hyunjin’s head, giggling at the sensation of short hair against their palms. It has Chan’s heart swelling. His boys should always be like this - smiles and bright laughter. And Hyunjin is absolutely basking in the attention; from the members, their staff, the fans. Everyone is gushing over Hyunjin’s new style and his confidence has soared.
Breathtaking, tabloids are calling him, and Chan wholeheartedly agrees. Hyunjin has always been - will always be - breathtaking.
Yeah, the haircut was a brilliant idea.
Except for now.
Except for now, when Hyunjin hollows his cheeks, relaxing his throat as he takes Chan’s cock down down down to the base, causing Chan to groan and scramble a hand to grasp at Hyunjin’s hair, only to skim over his head because there’s no longer enough hair to grab. Confused and far too gone to remember the haircut, muscle memory tries again, hands looking to grab a fistful of Hyunjin’s hair and fuck up into his mouth.
But Chan’s only met with smooth fuzz.
He huffs, snapping his head forward in frustration. “F-fucking…” And then pauses, blinking at the sight of a blonde buzz cut.
Oh, right.
Chan blinks again. He cards his hand through - over - Hyunjin’s hair again, watching with great despair as his fingers smoothly slide over Hyunjin’s head instead of getting caught in dark, thick locks.
What tragedy.
He’s not sure if it’s his halted movements or the rather squeaky whine that escapes from the back of his throat, but Hyunjin pulls off his cock with a wet plop, looking up at him with those siren eyes from where he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed and asking, “Something wrong?”
“Your hair…” Chan replies, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I can’t…y’know…” He makes a vague waving motion with his hands, trying to replicate the way he’d let his fingers slip into Hyunjin’s hair, then grip, then pull, just how Hyunjin likes. Instead, Chan feels like he’s miming how to knead a fistful of dough. Or giving an unsexy massage. Exactly the type of normal thing to do while being sucked off.
It takes Hyunjin a few seconds before his eyes light up in understanding. “Oh.” The hand that was previously wrapped around Chan’s dick rubs against his head. “I didn’t think about that.”
“N-not that it’s a problem!” Chan quickly says. “I’m just…used to having something to…” Oh God, his hands are making the stupid kneading motion again. He’s never living this down. “Grab.”
Hyunjin blinks at him, and before Chan decides that he’s just going to roll over and die from embarrassment, Hyunjin lets out a soft giggle. “You’re so cute.”
Chan can’t help but smile back, shaking his head. “Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to…interrupt.”
Hyunjin laughs again, his deafening cackle that Chan adores. “No worries, but…” His hand is back around Chan’s cock, a sudden pressure against the base. “Can I get your dick back in my mouth?”
And that’s all the warning Chan gets before Hyunjin takes the head of his cock into his warm, waiting mouth. “Fuck,” Chan groans, one hand immediately going to Hyunjin’s head, and once again running over the short strands. Chan nearly growls. He tries placing a palm on Hyunjin’s head, following Hyunjin’s rhythm as he slides up and down. He tries cupping the back of Hyunjin’s neck, holding him when Chan’s cock hits the back of his throat. He tries just brushing his fingers over Hyunjin’s face, gently caressing every feature.
But it’s not the same.
It’s Hyunjin who stops this time, popping off of Chan’s cock with a chuckle. “You’re having a hard time.”
“I’m so sorry.” Chan says, his face heating up again. This is not how he envisioned the evening playing out. When Hyunjin slinked an arm around his shoulders, muttering into his ear that Jeongin’s playing with Lix and Seungmin tonight and the dorm would be free, he had thoughts of them in their usual routine - soft kisses that grew burning, tender touches that left bruises. “I just wanna make it good for you, love.”
“’s always good with you,” Hyunjin murmurs, another soft smile on his lips. “You don’t have to pull my hair for that.”
God, Chan loves him so much.
He leans down trying to catch Hyunjin’s lips, but the younger pulls slightly back. “Maybe…” Hyunjin’s face is thoughtful, but his eyes are swirling with mischief, which usually spells trouble for Chan. “Since you can’t pull my hair,” he says, tapping a finger against Chan’s thigh. “You just need to keep your hands to yourself?”
Chan blinks.
“Maybe -” Hyunjin takes both of Chan’s hands. “You just need to sit all pretty for me -” He gives Chan’s left knuckle a soft kiss, then the right. “And let me do all the work…” Chan can’t help but groan when Hyunjin takes his hands and pushes them behind his back, locking Chan’s wrists together with his own hands. Instinctively, Chan tries to pull his hands away, but Hyunjin’s grip is tight, punishing. “You can do that, right, Channie hyung?”
Fucking hell.
“I-I…” Chan licks his lips. Oh, oh, oh he’s dancing on a thin line. “I can t-try.”
Hyunjin smiles. “Good boy.”
That gets Chan groaning again, louder when he feels Hyunjin’s wet tongue lap at the head of his cock. His arms try breaking free from Hyunjin’s grasp again, but Hyunjin pins his wrists against his back. “Uh-uh, Channie,” he mouths against the head of Chan’s dick, lapping at a generous drop of precum and making Chan’s body curl over him. “No touching.”
And then he takes Chan’s dick back in his mouth.
Chan gasps.
It must be an awkward angle for Hyunjin - he’s hunched over Chan’s lap, shoulders lifted to keep Chan’s wrists pinned behind his back - but he doesn’t show any signs of discomfort. Instead, his eyelids flutter when Chan cants his hips, moaning around Chan’s cock as it hits the back of his throat. He’s not holding back now, Chan knows. He can tell by the sloppy, determined way Hyunjin swallows around him, the way he hollows his cheeks and runs his tongue along a throbbing vein.
And all Chan can do is sit and look pretty for him.
“H-Hyunjin, baby -”
He’s quickly silenced by a sharp tug of his wrists that makes his back arch. As he moans, his legs jolt up, but they’re quickly pinned down again by Hyujin’s elbows. Fuck, he’s so strong now. In the back of his mind, Chan applauds his gains, proud of the hard work Hyunjin’s put into the gym with Changbin and Minho. Especially now, as Chan blinks down and sees Hyunjin’s arms strain, the lean muscle deliciously ripple through his body, he sends thanks to every God he can think of for the beautiful man on his knees for him.
“Baby-y, I-I’m -” Chan pants, grinding his feet into his shaggy carpet. “Gonna -”
He’s surprised he’s held on for this long. Chan was teetering on the edge before the whole hair conversation. But now? With Hyunjin looking so sinful on his knees, the sight of his cock disappearing into Hyunjin’s mouth and reappearing on slick lips? There’s no stopping the fire burning in his belly.
With one last hollow of Hyunjin’s cheeks and a pained moan torn from his own throat, Chan comes with a last twitch of hips, a last attempt to free himself from Hyunjin’s strong hold. The first few spurts are down Hyunjin’s throat, but he’s quick to pull his head back, moaning as hot cum lands on his face.
Chan chokes.
He doesn’t register that his arms are free, can only stare as Hyunjin wraps a hand around Chan’s cock and pumps, milking him for every drop. Cum lands on his mouth, his cheek, his eye; all the while Hyunjin makes soft, pleased noises. He pumps Chan until Chan has nothing left to give, and only then does he lean back, releasing him from his hold, giving Chan a better view of what he’s done to him, of his face painted with Chan’s love.
Chan’s not sure if he’s breathing. “J-Jinnie -”
“It’s easier to clean now,” Hyunjin croaks, shrugging, casual. As if his face isn’t covered in Chan’s release. “Y’know…without all my hair.”
“Oh,” is all Chan can say to that. Because what else can he say to that? Because how else can put into words the sight in front of him, of Hyunjin, still on his knees, looking up at Chan with eyes that scream adoration.
Because, once more, Hyunjin has taken his breath away.
There’s a beat of silence. And then Hyunjin’s coquettish tongue makes a swipe at his lips, licking at the cum that’s landed there. Chan feels his dick give a feeble twitch of interest. He groans. “You’re gonna be the death of me…”
Hyunjin laughs, then slowly gets up, wincing a bit when his knees pop. When he’s fully upright, Chan is greeted by his cock, leaking and hard. Immediately, his mouth begins to water. When he goes to tongue at the tip, Hyunjin pushes him away, forcing his back onto the mattress. “Baby -” Chan whines, but he’s quickly silenced by a finger on his lips.
“Don’t worry,” Hyunjin purrs, a wicked smile appearing on his lips. He straddles Chan’s torso, slowly crawling his way up until he’s hovering over Chan’s mouth. He takes his cock in hand, tapping the tip over Chan’s bottom lip. “I’m not through with you.”