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All things considered, Chan thinks his choices after that Buzzfeed video made a pretty masterful gambit. He got to explore a new kink, do that with his favourite hyung, and get together with said hyung. Or, well —
“Get together” is probably a generous way of putting it, considering that Joshua doesn’t know they’re together yet. He’s still in denial, despite the fact that he’s started taking Chan’s dick every other night and then sleeps next to him every time, but that’s okay. Chan knows that Joshua is in love with him, and that being in love with him isn’t so simple for his hyung. For once in his life, he’s perfectly willing to wait as long as it takes.
Of course, it helps that he’s still getting mind blowing sex from it anyway. Seungkwan is now permanently disgusted with him and his “sex glow,” as he calls it, and he and Joshua are at this point intimately acquainted with each other’s bodies.
Joshua is ridiculously sexy. Chan has always known this, but it’s different to have him spread out beneath him, ass raised in the air and waiting for Chan to fuck him into the mattress.
Fuck. He’s so lucky.
“Hyung takes it so easily now,” Chan teases, sliding inside with hardly any resistance. They stopped using condoms after they made it exclusive, and Joshua let Chan open him up after that first time. Now, he squeezes around Chan’s bare cock like he doesn’t want to let go. “Have I moulded you to my cock, baby?”
Joshua shivers beneath him, his hands curling into fists against the sheets. That one’s a more recent development, but something about the nickname goes straight to Joshua’s bloodstream, makes him soft and a little bit stupid for it. Chan loves it, loves him. God, he loves him.
“Chan-ah.” Joshua has a filthy mind, but for some reason it’s always hard to coax those words out of him. Chan’s working on it.
“Yeah, hyung? Are you made for my cock now? You’re fucking yourself on it like you are, you know — pretty little ass backing up against me, yeah, just like that.” It’s taken surprisingly little to work Joshua up today, and so sure enough, he’s fucking back against Chan’s cock in a way that makes his desperation crystal clear. Chan falls still just to watch him move and smirks, even though Joshua can’t see it. “You’re practically a dancer, baby, you’re twerking on it.”
“Oh my god, shut up and fuck me.” Joshua forces himself still, face burning up. He likes it, though — Chan has learned that he likes to feel a little bit humiliated, a bit degraded, somewhat on display. Pretty and slutty and perfect, and all for Chan.
He’s been mean enough, though, so with a small, breathy laugh, Chan spanks him across the ass and follows the order, starting a harsh pace with his hips. The first punch of his cock against Joshua’s prostate draws out a gasping moan, and by the time Chan’s gotten into the rhythm of it, Joshua is making those sweet whining sounds that Chan can’t get enough of.
“Ah — Chanie —”
“Yes, hyung?”
Joshua whines something incomprehensible with his face smushed against a pillow. Laughing, his chest bubbling up with fondness, Chan pulls him up by the hair. “What was that?”
“Love– love your cock, Chanie, ‘s — fuck, so– so good, perfect for me, it’s — fuck —” Whatever words were coming next dissolve into a moan instead when Chan presses a line of kisses down his spine, not slowing his pace. His shoulders curl up, his whole body shivering, and, yeah, Chan knows they’re in love. He’ll wait as long as Joshua needs him to.
“Sweet hyung,” he coos, his smile no doubt leaking into his voice, and he kisses Joshua’s shoulder next, then his neck, then his open lips. It’s cute, how Joshua never fails to kiss him back, even when he’s fucked out and panting. Love you, love you, love you. I love you so much. “You’re so good. Do you want to come for me, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” Joshua pouts, eyes all wide and dewy. “Want Chanie to make me come.”
“I will, baby, I promise,” he swears, peeling himself off of Joshua’s back to grip his hips harder and fuck into him faster. He raises his hand and slaps Joshua’s ass once, twice, three times, relishing in the way he clenches hard around him every time. He opens his mouth, ready to say something else stupid and horny to get Joshua that much closer to the edge, when he hears a quiet mumble —
“Know y’will, Chanie always takes — such good care of me.” Joshua sounds so hazy, says it so quietly that Chan knows it’s a thought fucked out of him more than anything, and just knowing that this is what goes on in Joshua’s head, that this is how he sees Chan —
Chan is coming before he can stop himself, hips stuttering against Joshua’s ass and filling him deep. “Oh,” Joshua gasps, wiggling his ass back towards Chan, looking, if anything, more affected than before, and Chan is just glad his hyung likes getting filled up with cum. “That’s — ah, feels — hnng, Chanie —” Chan gets a hand around his neglected cock, tries his best to keep fucking his cum back inside, and it only takes a few strokes from there for Joshua to shudder through his own orgasm.
“Fuck,” Joshua swears in English when they separate. He rolls onto his back and, almost unconsciously, tilts his hips up, keeping Chan’s cum inside, his hole winking around it. Fucking hell. “I — why are you looking at me like you want to eat me?” He laughs, catching a glimpse of Chan’s face.
“Hyung.” Chan stares meaningfully at his entrance, and Joshua goes a little pink when he realizes, but he doesn’t change his posture. Chan’s cum has started to leak out now, despite his best efforts, dripping white down his perineum.
“It’s– it makes it easier to clean up,” he insists, reaching over to swat Chan on the shoulder. “What are you doing?! Start running the shower.”
Chan laughs, pulling himself up out of bed to do as Joshua requests, though he starts a bath instead of the shower, knowing that despite his protests Joshua prefers it. They wash up together, and then Joshua drags Chan back into bed, where, like always, he cuddles up against him, fully relaxed.
“Shua-hyung,” Chan cajoles, letting Joshua pet his hand through his hair the way he likes, feeling safe and warm as always in his arms.
“Mm-hm?” Cute, his hyung is so cute.
“I kinda want to try something new.”
“What do you mean?” Joshua shuffles slightly so he can look Chan in the eye, his expression open and curious. There’s a reason Chan waited until after sex to bring this up — Joshua is always the most pliant, the least guarded with his feelings, then.
“I really want to try bottoming.” Instead of freezing up, like he would almost certainly do normally, Chan gets to watch Joshua’s expression morph through hunger, open interest, and anxiety in real time. It’s kind of amusing since he’s not taking it too seriously.
“Um,” Joshua says, and then stops short. It makes Chan giggle, pecking him briefly on the lips before pulling back with a grin.
“I’ve wanted to for a while, and there’s no one I trust more than hyung. I know you’d take care of me.”
“Do you even know if you would like it?” For someone who just a second ago looked like his brain was going to explode, Joshua is far too trepidatious for Chan’s taste. This hyung is ridiculous.
“Well, yeah — I’ve fingered myself before and everything. I mean, I have a dildo.”
Joshua looks as if his life is flashing before his eyes. “You do?” he asks weakly, and Chan giggles again, this time a little more mischievous.
“Yeah. So? Can we?”
Joshua blinks at him once, then twice, then buries his head in Chan’s clavicle. “Ask me again later,” he mutters, and Chan laughs, circling his arms around Joshua’s shoulders and bringing him closer.
“Okay, Shua-hyung. I love you.”
“Love you,” Joshua responds sweetly, like he always does. It’s okay. They’ll get there eventually.
-
“You’re going to do what?” Seungkwan hisses, narrowing his eyes at Chan as if he wasn’t perfectly clear the first time around.
“Buy a dildo,” he repeats, and Hansol, splayed out on the hotel bed in Nagoya and scrolling on his phone, starts snickering to himself.
“Why on Earth would you do that?” Seungkwan asks. Then, before Chan can even start to answer: “No, why would you tell us that? Our poor ears!”
“Oh, please,” Hansol snarks, tapping out a text to someone or another on his phone. “It’s not like you haven’t said worse.”
“Chwe Hansol, shut your mouth.”
“I need you to go with me. You know what’s good and everything, I don’t!”
“Did you just call me a slut?!”
“Obviously not, he doesn’t have any room to talk,” Hansol points out, only to be promptly ignored by both Chan and Seungkwan.
“I told Shua-hyung I have one, but actually the only one I have is, like, dragon themed, and it was a gag gift from Mingyu-hyung from when he still thought I was straight.”
“Doesn’t he still think you’re straight?” Hansol wonders. Chan shrugs at him. Apparently Joshua thought he was straight up until the day they fucked the first time, so anything is possible.
“Why do you even need a dildo in the first place?!”
“I mean, why does anyone ever need a dildo?” Hansol muses, still not looking at either of them.
“Shua-hyung’s being weird again! I have to prove to him that I can take it!”
The face Seungkwan makes can truly only be described as horrified. “No. Absolutely not. Everything I learn about your and Shua-hyung’s sex life is against my will, and I refuse to be a part of it.”
“You were literally begging Chanie for details when he got back from the States, though?”
“Fine, I’ll just take Hansolie.” Chan marches over to the bed and links his arms with Hansol, who blinks, stupefied.
“Huh?”
“Oh, do not drag Hansolie into this shit. He’s innocent!”
“I mean, like, I’ve definitely —”
“Well, both of you know more than me, which is the point. What if I get a bad one?”
“There’s no such thing as a bad one! They’re all the same!”
“What if I get one that’s neon green and it’s not sexy enough?!”
“Why in the world would you buy a neon green dildo?” Hansol asks, perplexed. Chan is still hanging onto his arm, and he has stopped prioritizing his phone over his friends. Progress!
“What if I get one that’s too big? Or not big enough?”
Seungkwan throws up his hands. “I still don’t even know what the point of this imaginary dildo is. You want Shua-hyung to fuck you — so what? Wait until after Tokyo; you’re gonna regret it if you do it before then anyway.”
That raises an actual concern, one which stops Chan short. “What do you mean, I’ll regret it anyway?”
“Hyung’s huge,” Hansol says with absolutely no intonation whatsoever. “And he looks at you like he’s planning your wedding in his head. You’re not gonna be able to walk afterwards, much less dance.” Seungkwan nods solemnly, agreeing with Hansol’s assessment.
“Well — wouldn’t a dildo do the same thing? If it was the same size, I mean?”
The look Seungkwan gives him is nothing short of pitying. “Oh, Chan,” he sighs, shaking his head, “you have no idea.”
“The hips,” Hansol says, eyes widening meaningfully. “It’s all in the hips. Dildos do not have hips.”
“Oh.” Chan pauses to consider this. He knows that Joshua has a big dick, because he’s seen it hard at this point plenty of times. He’s also had it in his hands, and in his mouth on the one occasion Joshua allowed it, because it is true that they have to be mindful of the tour. “How come Shua’s always taking it, then?”
“Ew,” Seungkwan says flatly. “Ew.”
“Probably ‘cause he’s more used to it,” Hansol answers helpfully when Seungkwan fails to do anything but look on with judgment. “And, I mean, it’s not like it hasn’t been affecting him. Have you not noticed his condition lately?”
What. Chan suddenly feels like an idiot. “What do you mean, his condition?! Is he not feeling well? Am I hurting him?!”
“Uh, like, no?” Hansol’s brows crease. “But, like — it takes a toll, you know? Plus, I mean, the tour is… long.”
“Clearly he does not know,” Seungkwan disparages, kicking Chan’s shin with way more force than he personally thinks is necessary. “Just talk to him, Chan-ah. About bottoming and about his condition. Don’t plan some dumb elaborate scheme with a dildo when you could just get what you want by asking for it.”
Hansol is nodding in agreement, but Chan frowns, unsatisfied. He could do that, of course — and he definitely will about whether or not Joshua is well — but asking and begging on its own is so fucking boring. He can do better than that. What Seungkwan and Hansol don’t know won’t hurt them.
“Okay,” he says reluctantly, flopping on top of Hansol and relishing in the ow it gets him before rolling over to the unoccupied side of the bed. “Fine. Wanna watch K-Pop Demon Hunters again?”
“Chan-ah, get the fuck out of my room.”
“Rude! You’re letting Hansol stay!”
“Because Hansol is sweet and normal, and you’re an annoying brat. Now leave!”
“Ugh,” Chan huffs, but he grabs his phone and leaves, immediately brightening up when he spots Joshua’s contact lighting up his screen with a text, asking him if he wants to get lunch together tomorrow. Perfect. Another benefit to this arrangement is that they’ve started spending more time together in general, one-on-one. Chan thinks the proper recipe to a happy life involves copious one-on-one time with Hong Joshua. He sends back an affirmative response and returns to his hotel room with a veritable pep in his step, already planning his next move.
-
Chan buys a dildo on his last day in Nagoya before going back to Seoul. As correct as Hansol and Seungkwan may be about communication being key, there’s a pivotal piece of the puzzle that they’re missing, which is that this option is hotter. And when given the choice between the reasonable and the sexy thing to do, Chan will almost always pick the sexier one.
With both Hansol and Seungkwan out of the picture for help, Chan recruits Mingyu, the original dildo-gifter, because despite what Seungkwan said, he is still worried about choosing a bad one. Mingyu has a lot of questions, though, which isn’t good, because Chan does not have many answers. He doesn’t want to tell Mingyu about Joshua yet, because if he does, then Mingyu will make a thing of it, and then the rest of the group will know, and that might freak Joshua out before he’s ready for it. They’re getting there — they will get there, but they aren’t there yet. Chan keeps his mouth shut and lies through his teeth.
After insisting several times that he just wants to try something new (and confirming to Mingyu that he is, in fact, bisexual, because Hansol was right and Mingyu apparently didn’t have a clue), Chan picks out a four-inch thing with Mingyu’s help. Mingyu stares at him like he’s completely lost his mind when he tries to go for something bigger, and Chan doesn’t have an excuse for him since he can’t explain that this is preparatory for taking Joshua’s dick, so he just buys the biggest one he can get away with without Mingyu thinking he’s a complete and utter freak forever. Which he kind of is, but Mingyu doesn’t have to know that.
Ultimately, his friends were right about them needing time to rest, though, and for the most part they spend their three days before Osaka sleeping in the same bed rather than sleeping together. Chan likes that just as much, but he is admittedly a tad overeager, which is why he spends his alone time practicing how to put on the best show for Joshua. Within a few days, he’s an expert at thoroughly cleaning himself and taking the plastic cock. Then he bides his time, waiting for the perfect moment to blow Joshua’s mind.
His time finally comes after their last concert in Osaka, high off of adrenaline. Both of them are pent up, not having done more than jerked each other off for nearly two weeks now. So when Joshua pulls him close, sweat-soaked from the stage, and whispers in his ear, “Come to my hotel room tonight. You have the key, right?” it takes everything in him not to kiss him right then and there.
After a show, Joshua always takes a long shower to scrub the day off of him. Chan, meanwhile, speedruns his shower, cleaning and fingering himself with the finesse he’s learned over the past two weeks. Then he dons a T-shirt and shorts, pads to Joshua’s room in slippers with a nondescript tote bag over his shoulder, and promptly removes them all with the sound of the shower still running.
It’s easy, now: he coats the dildo in lube and starts slowly fucking himself with it, getting himself ridiculously hot over the mere thought of Joshua finding him like this.
The shower water cuts off soon after and Chan muffles a whimper in the pillow. He wants this to be a surprise.
“Chanie?” Joshua calls, and Chan exhales, using all the breath control techniques he’s learned over the past decade to keep his tone even.
“Hi, hyung.”
“Oh, I thought I heard you come in.” Chan can hear the smile in his voice, the rustling of the towel as he dries his hair. Then, clothes — Chan almost wants to tell him not to bother, but again, he wants this to be a surprise. “Are you hungry?”
“Uh — sort of,” Chan replies. He is, but there are much bigger things on his mind right now.
“I was thinking we could —” Chan knows the exact moment Joshua steps out of the bathroom and sees Chan naked and fucking himself on the bed, because his voice gets closer before suddenly stopping short, a sharp, heady breath replacing his words.
Then: silence. Chan squeezes his eyes shut, cheeks burning, and pushes his ass higher in the air, arching his back for his hyung.
“Fuck,” Joshua finally says, and just the sound of his voice, deep and aroused, is enough for Chan to clench around the dildo, whimpering slightly. “I was gonna take you to dinner, but I guess you’re hungry for something else, huh?”
Chan groans at the corny line, not bothering to hide the yearning in his voice when he replies, “Come on, baby. Don’t I look good?”
Joshua hums, like he actually has to consider it. “Show me,” he commands, his voice dipping lower in tone and in volume than Chan’s ever heard it, but he hears him crystal clear. With a shiver running down his spine, he shuffles and presents himself to Joshua fully, though he doesn’t stop the movement of his wrist as he fucks the toy in and out of him.
He hears Joshua approaching with careful, light footsteps, and then — nothing. Silence. He seems to pause just in front of Chan, and Chan keens and arches his back further, desperate and wanting.
The impact of Joshua’s wide palm against Chan’s ass is sudden enough that his whole body jolts — or, it attempts to, but he’s held in place by Joshua’s other hand digging into his hip. Chan gasps, his cock giving a little twitch against his abdomen.
Joshua pulls the dildo out of Chan without a word, tossing it across the bed without a single care. Then he yanks Chan by the hips, pulls him back so that his ass is flush with Joshua’s crotch.
“Do you think you can take it?” he muses, his voice almost detached, and Chan shivers, presses himself back as much as Joshua will let him.
“Yes.”
Joshua hums, then pushes his clothed self up against the cleft of Chan’s ass, the hard line of him grinding there. “Are you sure? You’re so small, Chan-ah, it might break you.”
God, Chan hopes so. He would want nothing less.
“Y– yeah, please, hyung, I want it so bad.”
“Oh?” Joshua laughs and it’s a little bit cruel, but that somehow just makes it sexier. “Little Chanie wants to be broken?”
“For you,” Chan agrees immediately, still grinding back onto Joshua’s dick. He feels so big, even through the fabric, even not fully hard yet. Chan wants him. Chan wants him so badly he could scream.
“Shit,” Joshua curses, a laugh seeping into his tone, and then he’s spanking Chan again, four harsh slaps in quick succession and big hands kneading at his ass. “I didn’t know you were that much of a slut. Do you really think you could take it?”
“Yes,” he begs, wiggling his ass, arching his back, trying his best to be enticing. “Yes.”
“Hm.” Without warning, Joshua shoves three fingers into Chan’s still-wet, still fluttering hole, and Chan nearly screams. Even this is somehow bigger than that dildo, or at least it feels that way. “Let’s see.”
Joshua stretches Chan out with a mixture of care and disrespect that has Chan gasping for air and keening for more every time he gets a lungful. He’s harsh — he wouldn’t have fucked three fingers in without warning if he weren’t — but he’s not careless. He’s prepping Chan for a reason: so that he can take Joshua’s cock.
“C’mon, hyung, I can do more,” Chan insists as soon as he feels himself adjust to those fingers, no longer feeling the enormity of the stretch. “Get– you– oh.” Joshua crooks his fingers hard against Chan’s prostate, working against it with a pressure so constant and mean that Chan’s precum dribbles down from his untouched cock, hanging in a wet, sticky string.
“You take what I give you,” Joshua says, and it sounds like a warning. Fuck, that’s sexy. It almost makes Chan want to —
“Well, what if you’re not giving me enough?” He pushes his ass back against Joshua’s fingers, still working him open cruel and slow, and suddenly Joshua isn’t fingering him anymore because he isn’t touching Chan at all, and he’s taking a very intentional step away.
Chan whines, a sound of honest confusion in lieu of words, and rolls onto his back.
“What do you want?” Joshua asks.
“I — you, obviously,” he answers, somewhat annoyed by the sudden questionnaire and the distance between them. Joshua, however, looks downright rattled by this response.
“How do you want me, Chan-ah?” He finally takes a small step closer again, and Chan reaches out his hands, beckoning him forward.
“Anything. Everything, hyung, please.”
Joshua inhales sharply, and when his hands rest on Chan’s skin again it feels like a reward. He says it again: “You take what I give you,” but this time with his mouth pressed against Chan’s own.
“Y– yeah, baby, anything,” Chan mumbles, already feeling hazy again thanks to the kiss and Joshua slipping his fingers back inside, immediately returning to working him open. Soon enough, Chan is begging for it again, this time with slightly more tact.
“Joshua-hyung, baby, please, I want it so bad. Why won’t you fuck me? Don’t you want me?”
Joshua growls something incomprehensible that Chan thinks might be English and flips Chan back onto his hands and knees, throwing him around with ease.
“You want it?” he confirms, and Chan hears the sound of a belt unbuckling, heating his body to a searing temperature.
“I want it, I want it, I want — oh.” Chan’s words die in his throat with only a weak gust of air leaving him when Joshua pushes his cock inside. It’s so big, it hurts, Chan feels like he can barely breathe, like he’s stuffed to the brim. His hands curl into the sheets like a lifeline and he knows he’s clenching erratically all over Joshua, but he can’t help it, he can’t help that he’s —
Coming. He’s coming, without so much as a hand on his dick.
“Shit,” Joshua whispers. “You liked your first cock that much? You came already?” He starts to slip out, then, saying in his teasing, melodic voice, “I guess you got what you need, then.”
“No, no, wan’ — hyung —” Joshua laughs at the immediate desperation of Chan’s answer, and it’s mean but all it does is send a shiver down Chan’s spine. Joshua slaps his ass, squeezes the flesh when it makes contact, and slides in again.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Y– yeah, oh fuck, I– hyung —” Joshua starts slow, really, Chan knows logically that it’s slow, but he feels every thrust in his diaphragm, and arousal is making everything from his toes to his dick to his head feel tingly. Joshua’s hips scrape against his ass and Chan realizes that he didn’t even get fully undressed before fucking into Chan. The thought makes him moan, half delirious.
“You were so mouthy begging for it,” Joshua observes, keeping up the slow but brutal pace. “What happened, Chanie?”
Hearing Joshua say his name in that tone of voice, with his cock buried to the hilt, has Chan making a high keening noise again. “‘S — you — baby —”
“Oh, honey,” Joshua laughs, pulling Chan up by the torso all of a sudden and readjusting their position, “is there even a thought left in your head?”
There is — it’s I love you, looped on repeat in Chan’s mind. He feels so good, it seems wrong to keep it inside.
“Shua —” he sobs, and Joshua thrusts a little harder.
“Nothing but my name,” he whispers, almost reverently, and so Chan says it again, and again, and again, chanting it like a prayer as Joshua increases the pace and starts fucking him harder, his hands splayed around Chan’s waist so he can move him up and down on his cock like a doll.
“Have what you need yet?”
No, Chan thinks, frantically shaking his head. Joshua chuckles and caresses his jaw, stopping the rapid movement. “No? Didn’t think so.” He prods two blunt fingers against Chan’s lips and Chan opens for them perhaps too eagerly, laving his tongue over the digits. Joshua thrusts them in far without a word of warning, and Chan feels so unbelievably full, he grasps aimlessly at his belly like it will hold the answers. He’s shocked, then, when he actually feels something different, a small lump whenever Joshua thrusts in. Chan tries to speak, but Joshua’s fingers stay in his mouth, big and salty and stabling, and he just garbles out something incomprehensible instead.
“I told you, Chanie. You might break,” Joshua says, as if he can read Chan’s mind, or maybe just pick up context clues. “You’re so tiny. Shouldn’t be able to take cock that big, but you like it, don’t you?”
Yes, Chan screams internally. I love it. I love you. His cock is twitching against his abdomen again. If Joshua keeps this up he’s going to come again, he can feel it in his spine.
“Sweet little thing.” Joshua’s teeth scrape against his neck as he kisses down the side of it. “Sweet and slutty Chanie, breaking apart on my cock. Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” The desperate noise that fills the air between them is Joshua’s, then, and his voice breaks when he asks: “Are you close?”
His fingers slip out so Chan can answer, smearing spit down his throat, a loose circle around his throat — not squeezing, but holding. Chan quakes all the same. “Mm-hm,” is all he manages to get out, because the air keeps getting fucked out of him every time Joshua thrusts inward.
“Shit.” Joshua pulls out abruptly, and Chan makes a frankly embarrassing sound of devastation at the loss, but then Joshua is flipping him over onto his back and pressing in again. “Gotta see your face,” he mumbles, thrusting hard against Chan’s prostate. “Gotta see how pretty you look when you break for me.”
“Hyung.” Chan’s blunt nails dig into Joshua’s back, anchoring himself on him amidst the mind-numbing sensation.
“Chan-ah,” Joshua pants, slightly breathless. “Chan-ah. Tell me again.”
“Huh?” Joshua looks down at him with wide, shiny eyes, so deeply imploring that Chan is speaking again before he can ask for clarification. “Wan’ everything from Shua-hyung,” he says, and Joshua swears so violently Chan would be concerned if not for his mouth pressing against Chan’s and swallowing up his next words: “Whatever Shua-hyung wants.”
Joshua kisses him hot and messy, slick mouths sliding all over each other, but there’s something else bleeding into it, too, and between the surplus of sensations, Joshua’s hand reaching down to wrap around Chan’s neglected cock, it takes him a moment to register.
I love you, I love you, I love you. Chan thinks it always, and Joshua whispers it into Chan’s mouth like a prayer.
He comes harder than he ever has in his life, eyes rolled back into his skull, so long and hard it feels like he can’t breathe. Joshua twitches inside of him and Chan wraps his legs around his waist, trapping him so that his cum spills inside Chan, too.
Chan comes down from it and Joshua’s face is pressed into Chan’s neck, his whole body shaking above him. Between the sweat and cum and spit, Chan doesn’t realize Joshua is crying until he sobs.
“Oh — baby,” he says, rushing to fix their positions, sitting both of them up and trying to soothe the tension out of his body, rubbing circles on his back.
“I'm in love with you,” Joshua confesses, his voice cracking around a sob, and Chan holds his face in both his hands and pulls his silly, beautiful, dramatic hyung up so he can kiss him.
“I'm in love with you too, Shua-hyung,” he whispers when they separate, Joshua’s tears having subsided. They’re gross, a mixture of too many fluids between them, still naked, Chan’s hole leaking with Joshua’s cum, and he’s never felt happier. Joshua’s eyes widen slightly, and Chan can’t help but laugh. “Stupid hyung,” he says fondly, then kisses Joshua again. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
“I — made you wait,” Joshua says haltingly, like he’s only connecting the dots now.
“Yeah,” Chan agrees, shrugging. “But it’s okay.”
“You hate waiting,” he points out, uncomprehending. Then, because he’s ridiculous, he hums the chorus of Wait under his breath.
“I don’t care. Not when it’s you.”
Joshua’s mouth falls open, a small o of shock. Slowly, his cheeks start to pinken, a smile growing on his lips as he processes what those words mean. “Oh,” he says softly, glancing down at where Chan has interwoven their hands together, squeezing lightly. “Hyung loves you, Chanie. I’m sorry I made you wait.”
Chan laughs, then kisses him again, the contentment bursting out of his chest so brightly he could never hope contain it.
-
(“Oh my god, hyung, my ass!” Chan complains, absolutely alarmed, when he wakes up the next day. Joshua is laughing at him, because Joshua is evil.
“Now you know how it feels,” he teases, leaning over to peck Chan on the lips.
“I — we have to fly today!” he squawks, arms flailing about since his lower body has the current mobility of a pogo stick.
Joshua giggles, throwing back the covers. “Dress comfy. Stick close to me. You’ll be fine, love.”
Chan melts into a puddle. No need for legs when you’re liquidized, he supposes. No need for anything but joy when you love Hong Joshua, and Hong Joshua is in love with you, too.)