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"Fuck, Yeonjun, you're so tight," cried Soobin. He pumped deeper, reaching the edge until Yeonjun screeched. Soobin held the elder's waist, slowly guiding him from the back. But Soobin only got more stimulated when Yeonjun looked back in his disheveled state, hair messy and tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. Soobin bit his lips. "Hyung, you look so pretty like this," he muttered.
Yeonjun moaned a little when Soobin pushed. He panted as his hands gripped the sheets, while his gaze never left Soobin who was behind him, kneeling on the mattress as he pushed inwards. "Mmfghh~ Bin.. harder, baby.."
The sounds activated Soobin's neurons. How could he say no to the prettiest angel in front of him? He wasn't one to deny Yeonjun of anything, never of anything. His pace became faster, and he thrusted deeper. "Hyung..." He could feel his bulge filling in Yeonjun as his fingers wrapped on Yeonjun's dainty stomach. And he loved how he was filling Yeonjun, the filthy slapping of their skins filling the entire room with the smell of sex and the noises that overpowered the silence prior to. Sue Soobin and his obsession over his hyung, the man was the prettiest thing that had ever existed in the expanse of Soobin's entire universe and lifetime.
"Kiss me," demanded Yeonjun, his voice hoarse and airy. "Pull my hair."
Soobin moved forwards, still thrusting into Yeonjun, one of his hand reached Yeonjun's hairs to grab them. His lips captured the elder's, sloppily kissing him. He could feel Yeonjun's warm mouth, tasting the sweetness that was Yeonjun's tongue. He was so desperate to travel in it, to wander in Yeonjun. He didn't care if he seemed pathetic, submitting and obeying every word Yeonjun said, because pleasure was anything as long as he could see Yeonjun writhing from the overdrive.
"Baby- Soobin- ah, I think 'm going to.. cum.." Yeonjun whimpered, head arched back as he rolled his eyes from the high. Soobin had hit all his sensitive spots, and the way his girth was crushing him from the inside gave him the kind of satisfaction he could never get anywhere else. It was fucked up, sure, to have Soobin doing everything to serve him, but Yeonjun was more than willing to lead, to give them both the gratification they could never have with anyone else. He swallowed. "Babe, I don't- think- I can-"
"Yeonjun hyung, me- too.."
The two released at the same time. Yeonjun's slick made a mess on Soobin's duvet, while Soobin's spilled inside Yeonjun and bloated the elder that the slick still spilled outside and all over Yeonjun's ass.
"Choi Soobin, wake the fuck up!"
The boy sat up immediately. He looked around confusedly. For a second, he recognized what just happened was just a dream, merely. He took a deep breath and laid back in frustration. He was in his room after all-
"Soobin, we have a schedule in an hour. The managers are going to kill us if you don't wake up right now."
Oh. That sound that woke him up. He knew the owner of that voice; because how could he not? He looked towards the side of his bed to find Yeonjun, standing in Soobin's oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts that were hidden underneath. His blond-green hair fell beautifully on his forehead, framing his face with the kind of aesthetic you could only find in dreams and movies. His thighs were bare and Soobin wouldn't be able to lie to himself that he wanted devour Yeonjun right then and there. He wondered if he could slip his hands and rub on Yeonjun's sensitive nipples and elicit the moans he had in Soobin's dreams. He drooled as he stared. It's unfair how someone could look like a walking wet dream just by existing.
"Why are you looking at me like that? The kids are all almost ready and you're still in bed."
"Hyung, I think I'm a little sick," whined Soobin. He pretended to not be able to move, suddenly too aware of how he had pitched up a tent under his blanket. "Can you tell them that I'll be a little late?"
Yeonjun just looked at Soobin with a gaze that basically said he wasn't buying Soobin's bullshit. He crossed his arms on his chest. "What sickness? Morning wood? I have eyes, you know."
Soobin gulped nervously. He bit his lips, looking away and down, like a guilty puppy.
"Fine, but make it quick," said Yeonjun as brushed it off, pretending to not care a bit, as he tried to walk away from Soobin's bed. "I'm going to give you some privacy."
"Help me then," replied Soobin as Yeonjun turned around. Soobin didn't know where he got that bravery, but he did. It had never been a secret that he had harbored a big, fat crush on Yeonjun since forever. It had never been unknown to everyone that Soobin was pining on Yeonjun for the longest time. Yet Soobin never tried to confess it out loud, even when he had never concealed it for almost ten years of being friends. And so the wave of courage that washed over him to beg Yeonjun to help with his erection was new, something that he had never done before.
The elder froze in place. He paused for a while before turning towards Soobin. "What do you mean help you out?" He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Ah, shit, never mind- sorry, I think my mind's still hazy from the sleep," retorted Soobin, panicking from the words that had slipped from his mouth. But what's done was done and couldn't be fixed.
If being honest, Soobin had been sexually frustrated for the longest time. He had known Yeonjun was sexually active from time to time, and he couldn't do anything about it. So, he just pent it up, and would release it by probably jerking off to his imaginations about Yeonjun, or better the pictures and videos he took of him. Sure, it's messed up to do such while thinking of his own friend, his own bandmate, but Soobin couldn't help it when he was only attracted to one person and one person only. But he hadn't done that in a while, especially with his insanely packed schedules. Yet the way Yeonjun dressed off screen and on screen-or the lack thereof of clothes that draped him-had fed Soobin's stupid head with thoughts of wanting to ravish Yeonjun so badly, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. Therefore, he had been having those dreams for a couple weeks, hoping no one would notice when they come over to wake him up. Especially, he was hiding that from Yeonjun, not wanting to strain their relationship or burden Yeonjun's head with worries.
"I- I'm sorry I think I'm blabbering out nonsense," stammered Soobin. "You- just go, hyung."
Yeonjun nodded before stepping away. But as soon as Soobin laid his head back, he could hear a click on his door instead. Yeonjun was locking Soobin's door from the inside, and he turned to look at Soobin.
"I'll help you out," offered Yeonjun.
"Ah- I- you don't have to, hyung," stuttered the younger as he sat back up. He could feel his entire face flustered, heating up from his own stupidity. Warmth pooled Soobin's lower stomach. "I- you- I can do this own my own, you can just leave."
Yeonjun cocked his eyebrows. "Really?" He crossed his arms on his chest again before leaning against the wall while his gaze steadied on Soobin. "But I think it'd be quicker if I help you out, Binnie. Weren't you the one who asked for my help?" There was a hint of smirk Soobin couldn't quite catch on Yeonjun's lips, afraid that he just misinterpreted Yeonjun's signals. The elder walked towards Soobin's bed, throwing away Soobin's blanket to reveal the hardness printed under it once. He crawled towards Soobin who was sitting with his hands anchoring himself, pushing the boy with no force yet made him fall to the bed with ease. "You're so easy."
Easy? "What do you mean?" Soobin's eyes looked straight towards Yeonjun, but his weak voice trailed at the end. He was giving in already. He didn't know when he became so timid, but he was. There was no need to keep his control and composure when his hyung was there to save him, that's how he reacted almost too instantly. "Yeonjun hyung-" Soobin paused immediately, breath hitching on his throat when Yeonjun's delicate fingers wrapped on his fabric covered cock.
Yeonjun smiled as he rubbed Soobin up and down, gently. He was kneeling when putting apart Soobin's legs to sit on that spot in between. "You know, we've been friends forever but I'm curious why you never dated anyone, Soobin," he said, not stopping with his languid motions, seemingly enjoying the way Soobin was letting go, indulging in his sensations, writhing while he bit his tongue to not let the much noises out when he threw his head back and shut his eyes close. "We're now senior idols, yet I've never seen you around with anyone." Yeonjun's pretty fingers fondled from the tip to the base, making Soobin whimper under his touch, though barely holding himself together. "At first I thought you were just good at hiding it, like how I did back then to my parents. But looking at you now, I think you're just pathetic."
"H-hyung.." Soobin whimpered. He didn't know how to harness the feelings and keep it away anymore, not when he was in so much pleasure. He should've been offended by Yeonjun's degrading talks, but somehow he was more turned on than he initially was. He was such a lost cause already.
"Have you been waiting for me the entire time?" teased Yeonjun. He giggled a little.
Soobin couldn't hold it back. Maybe it's how sex got everything in his mind sucked out. He was so drunk off the sensations, he didn't fully realize what he was saying. "Y-yes." A moan escaped from his throat.
"Ah, well, if you do, then-" Yeonjun pulled Soobin wet patched drawls and threw it on the ground, revealing how hard Soobin was for Yeonjun. "I'll tell you that I've been waiting to get on this useless huge cock too," he whispered.
"W-what do you mean?" Soobin opened his eyes wide, looking at Yeonjun with puzzled look in his face.
"Haven't you been thinking about me, that's why you asked me to help you out?"
Soobin felt caught like a wet cat. He didn't know what else to say, because Yeonjun was right. He had read him like an open book. He blinked.
A small grimace tugged on the corner of the elder's lips. "You're so clueless it drives me insane. You'll know after this." Yeonjun huffed, before letting his plump, glossy lips kiss the tip of Soobin's girth. His hands wrapped Soobin's base, fondling with it absentmindedly. His tongue circled on the tip before taking a full lick from the top to the bottom, then engulfing the entire length into his mouth, even until the edge of his throat.
If Soobin told his past self about that, he wouldn't have believed him. How could he? He was watching Yeonjun taking him so well, entirely, erasing traces of Soobin's leaks only to make him drip more. Warmth liquid oozed little by little, Soobin unable to hold it back fully, trying his best not to burst as Yeonjun slurped him up. And Soobin wanted so bad to push Yeonjun's head down, grabbing a handful of his pretty blond hair and guide him down his cock, but Soobin was willing to be patient and not take it too far. After all, Yeonjun was just being kind and helping him out, although Soobin thought Yeonjun probably didn't have any idea how it affected Soobin. How pretty he looked gagging on him. How ethereal he seemed while sucking him off. And Soobin was desperate, obsessed. Pathetic. He liked the sound of it. He really was willing to take whatever Yeonjun's scraps was, as long as he could have whatever it was. He could settle with it, or at least he'd try the way he always did with Yeonjun's division of attention that was equal for him and the other members, even when a part of him wanted it solely for himself to be deemed precious and only for Yeonjun. He's, in fact, pathetic.
Yeonjun pulled away for a while, his spit still glazing Soobin's length. He used his hand to rub its entire length, while looking at Soobin. "You like it, bunny?" He rasped. He smirked before going down once again, plush lips encircling.
"Hyung, I think I'm going to cum right away-" Soobin should've been embarrassed for his insanely quick performance. But he couldn't hold it anymore when Yeonjun was going down on him, bobbing his head while enjoying it. It was Yeonjun in front of him and not merely his imagination anymore, his dream anymore, his pictures and recordings anymore. It was Yeonjun who was busy choking on his dick and playing with his balls using his pretty, soft fingers, looking messy but somewhat so indulged in the moment. It was so real and Soobin swore he could see the entire milky way spread across the back of his eyelids. It didn't take more than two minutes for Soobin to shake from the gratification and his slick to fill in Yeonjun's mouth for the elder to swallow.
When Yeonjun finished, licking everything clean and leaving Soobin bare once again, he sat and stared at the younger. "Done?"
Soobin nodded quickly. "Thanks, hyung." He looked down shyly.
But Yeonjun just intently gazed at Soobin. Silent he was.
"Why are you still looking at me?"
Yeonjun chuckled. "You look really pretty like this." He brushed back his hair.
"You can't say that when you just saw me cumming after barely five minutes of action. I don't think I can handle further." The younger chuckled as well, ashamed.
"You can with practice," replied Yeonjun. "I'll help you out again next time."
"Next time?" he asked.
"Do you not want that?"
"Of course I do.." The boy gulped. "Are you sure about this though?"
"Never have been more," stated Yeonjun. He looked at Soobin with a soft, sheepish grin. "Why?"
"Uhm... I just- what do you mean you've been waiting for me?" Soobin had never been the confronting type. He usually would wait out until the tension die down before finding the right time to address things. But curiosity got the best of him then, especially when the man he had been seeking for just basically said that he liked him back. "Hyung?"
"You seriously don't know that? You think I'm just doing this because it's convenient?" Yeonjun tilted his head.
"I–"
"I never thought I have to say this at the big age of twenty six, but, Choi Soobin, I'm in love with you," said Yeonjun. "Mind you I don't say things like these easily, because the last time I did this was in middle school before we even met-"
"Before we met?!" Soobin sat back up, his hand finding Yeonjun's wrist. "Then, what about the guys and the girls you dated and made out with-"
"I've never dated. I don't sleep around," countered Yeonjun. "And all the actions were just to distract myself from thinking about you, but I never end up doing anything because I always accidentally think of you and moan your name, so they would always get disappointed."
The confession caught Soobin off guard. Oh. Soobin should've known. How could he not know? He felt so oblivious, and so dense that he really could've had his hyung with him for the entire time rather than waiting on the uncertainty.
"Come to think of it, I was thinking that you might have feelings for me too, but I'm afraid that you're actually not and I'm just being delusional." The elder grinned sheepishly, unmistakable fondness flickering off his gaze.
"Haven't I been clear enough?"
"Yeah, but I was unsure until lately I've caught you jerking off to my picture multiple times and eavesdropped on your sappy confessions about me to Beomgyu and Kai."
Soobin buried his face in his hands. “God, that’s mortifying.”
Yeonjun chuckled quietly and reached out, gently pulling Soobin’s hands away. “It’s not. It’s kind of… sweet? You might think it's fucked up, and it probably is, but I'm flattered somehow, and I think it's because probably my mind is already rotted with feelings for you. I didn’t know how to deal with it at first, so I pretended not to notice, but I'm so selfish I realized I don't want you to do that for anybody else.”
Soobin blinked up at him, chest tight. “You don't?”
“Not at all,” Yeonjun said softly. His hand reached Soobin's soft cheeks, thumb rubbing under the younger's eye. "When you asked for my help earlier, I thought of how I don't want to waste the only chance I might get with you." So, fuck it. He did it.
Soobin hadn't had the urge to kiss someone for so long, ever since his heart decided he could only be attracted to Yeonjun. So he didn't know how to stop that urge building in his chest, waiting to combust anytime soon. Soobin pulled Yeonjun into a gingerly kiss.
Yeonjun gently reciprocated. But he backed off. "We should probably not do that.." He whispered, chuckling. "You know where my mouth just were a couple minutes ago.."
"Don't be silly," replied Soobin. "I'd still kiss you even if your head was just dunked in the toilet."
Yeonjun smiled.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with sparks and smog, years of unsaid things—the quiet glances, the laughter that lingered too long, the almosts that neither dared to name. The initial rawness of lust had been replaced by something else entirely, related still but so contrasting to what it was.
How silly for them to had been mirroring each other?
Yet it was broken by the yells from outside the room. It's probably Taehyun ganging up with the protocol team to wake the eldest members up.
"Alright, we have to go," said Yeonjun, standing up, remembering why he was there in the first place: to get Soobin ready on a rush. His hand stretched towards Soobin. "Let's talk about it later, okay?"
Soobin nodded. He took Yeonjun's hand as an invite to gravitate towards the elder and pull him into an embrace. He could feel Yeonjun's warmth seeping through their skin as Yeonjun's head laid on Soobin's shoulder. It was nice. He could hear Yeonjun's heart beating in front of his chest. It felt grounding. "I love you, hyung."
Yeonjun pulled away and pressed a chaste kiss on Soobin's forehead. "I know. I love you too."
"Promise me we'll talk about this later," said Soobin, offering his pinky finger. "Okay, Yeonjun hyung?"
The elder smiled as he took Soobin's pinky finger. "I promise."