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The fight for the shower was never serious. If anything, it was another excuse for the weird pseudo-flirting Wonbin swears is what’s been going on between them. More likely, Eunseok didn’t really care, and he’s generally accommodating, so he’d let Wonbin go first. That was fine for a while, until Wonbin’s increasingly lengthy ritual became too much for what is comfortable to sit in his own sweat – his words – and maybe, that was all according to plan.
“You take forever,” Eunseok huffs, tired of fielding Wonbin’s negotiations.
“Rock paper scissors,” Wonbin insists. “It’s only fair.”
Eunseok rolls his eyes, but indulges him in the end. He always does.
The game stops feeling like a neutral way to work it out when they figure out each other’s tells, and they come to another stalemate. Wonbin starts turning off the lights in the bathroom when Eunseok surpasses the 10-minute mark he swears is all he takes. Eunseok starts doing the same before Wonbin even gets the water running, tailing him when he realizes that he’s trying to sneak in first, grabbing the door before it slams and flipping the switch. Wonbin’s heart races every time. Stupid.
He wonders if any of this could be enough to actually piss Eunseok off, a seemingly impossible feat and therefore a self-prescribed challenge. He’s too kind and too calm to snap, to treat this as anything more than a silly game they’re playing. Unfortunately for both of them, that just makes Wonbin want to press his buttons harder.
Wonbin has been bored out of his mind on this tour, wired and thrown off by the time zone changes so he can’t just go to bed, but he never has been one to ask for company outright. Instead, he sends unanswered messages in the group chat about downloading a game together, hoping they’ll get the hint. The members know he hates being alone, and usually he doesn’t try to make it their problem, respects when they ignore him or tell him no and steams about it quietly on his own.
With Eunseok, he’s always pushed a little harder. He’s just so fine with everything. Fine with Wonbin letting himself into his room, fine with him clinging to him, fine with how he pouts and whines and tries to get a rise out of him with his stupid attempts at teasing. He’s said on more than one occasion that he thinks he’s cute. Pseudo-flirting. Right?
Anyway, Wonbin has been bored out of his mind on this tour, which is why New York is such a welcome change of pace. Sights to see, most notably the hilarious show of all of them trying to ice skate. He laughs more than once at Sungchan flailing around like an actual fawn on a frozen lake, and Eunseok pokes him in the chest to remind him he’s been clinging to the wall the whole time they’ve been here.
They’re all exhausted and pink nosed from being out in the cold by the time they sit down to dinner. Wonbin likes drinking but is never the first to suggest it, so he’s glad he doesn’t have to, and he relishes the first sip of foamy beer instantly relaxing him from his throat to his stomach. Conversation flows more easily the more they all loosen up.
Eunseok’s fingers are in his hair, and that’s nice, even if Wonbin kind of baited him into it with an offhand comment about needing a trim. He’s nearly falling asleep to the absentminded tracing on the nape of his neck when Sohee, around a mouthful of pizza, asks the table at large:
“Does anyone have any weird sexual fantasies?”
Chanyoung’s eyes go wide, Sungchan coughs into his elbow, and Shotaro offers a hearty laugh with a heavy clap to Sohee’s back.
“What?” Sohee implores. “If we can’t talk about this after a few drinks, what can we talk about?”
“You go first, then,” Eunseok teases. He’s now started scratching the back of Wonbin’s skull, and Wonbin leans into it like a cat. He feels the warmth of his cheeks from the beer, or from Eunseok’s touch, or the potential for where this could lead. Unclear.
“I- well, it’s not- guys, seriously,” Sohee flushes, sputtering. He’s never been able to deny Eunseok anything, which Wonbin kind of gets, but he likes to think he does a better job of at least pretending to put up a fight. “Fine, whatever. I’ve always wanted to like-” He holds his hands up like lobster claws and shakes his head rapidly to demonstrate. “You know? Motorboat some tits.”
Wonbin drops his head back, snorting with laughter, and Eunseok still keeps his hand where it is. Shotaro is doing his best to soothe Sohee, rubbing his back, and Chanyoung becomes very preoccupied with the napkin is his lap. Sungchan giggles from his throat, relaxed in his seat.
“You think that’s weird?” He asks, honest, the way Sungchan always is. “I feel like that’s normal.”
“Well, you’re a freak,” Shotaro moves to, presumably, kick him under the table, and Sungchan just winks at him. “Want to tell them what you’re into?”
“Takes one to know one. I’m not ashamed,” Sungchan says, but his uncharacteristically quiet tone betrays him, and so does the pink shade of his cheeks. “I like being put on a leash.”
“Yeah, you do,” Shotaro smirks.
“Jesus,” Chanyoung mutters in English. Eunseok laughs under his breath, and Wonbin sees him elbowing him from his peripheral. It doesn’t make him feel any type of way.
“Kinky,” Sohee nods in approval, seemingly more relaxed. “Are you, like, submissive?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sungchan responds with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Wonbin has enough beer in him to speak his thoughts.
“I think I could be into that,” he says before he can stop himself. “Not the leash, necessarily, but… letting someone else be in control. Push me. I don’t know.”
All the eyes on him are making him feel nervous, now, and regret opening his mouth. He stares at his plate, the one Eunseok ate pasta off earlier, stained red with sauce. Eunseok’s hand has stilled, and he worries about him feeling the sweat on the back of his neck.
“Yeah,” Chanyoung swoops in for the save, despite being the one most allergic to this entire conversation. “Me too.”
“Hell yeah,” Sungchan says, mostly to himself. Eunseok resumes massaging Wonbin’s nape, and his touch feels more weighted than before. The check comes at just the right time.
Wonbin is dizzy in the hotel elevator from all the alcohol. He’s still feeling a little embarrassed, and Eunseok’s still touching him – a gentle rub of his lower back while he leans heavy against him.
“Hyung,” he says quietly. “You didn’t answer the question.”
“Mm?”
“Weird sexual fantasies,” Wonbin explains. Eunseok’s skin has been bright red for a while – the obvious sign he’s hit his tolerance limit, and impossible to flag if bringing this back up is affecting him in any kind of way.
Sungchan throws a half-interested, half-suspicious glance over his shoulder. Wonbin pays him no mind.
“World peace,” Eunseok replies, deadpan. Of course. “An entire week off with no obligations. And…”
Wonbin holds his breath. Eunseok’s hand slides under his jacket, thumbing closer to the low dip of his spine.
“You,” he says, so softly only Wonbin can hear, and he feels a shiver run through his body. “Letting me shower, and sleep, and live undisturbed. Brat.”
Wonbin’s jaw drops in offense, hot all over, and he tries to pull away, tries to wrestle himself out of Eunseok’s hold so he can smack him, but he can’t. He’s gripping him too tightly, and Wonbin feels the low laugh under his ribs as the elevator dings, until Eunseok lets him go.
He thinks about that whole night a lot as they continue traveling. Everyone else has supposedly brushed it off as a drunk bonding experience, but Wonbin unfortunately can’t stop thinking about Eunseok calling him a brat. He might have immediately jerked himself off as soon as he got back to his room that night, wondering if there was any real merit to any of it.
They’re in California now, the complete other side of the country, and it’s been over a week since then. He’s growing bored again, and antsy, and no one is interested in responding to his cry-for-help messages to download Among Us or giving him any attention at all. Not even Eunseok.
Fine, Wonbin thinks. If no one wants to play with him, he can do it himself.
He runs the shower so hot, it doesn’t even burn as much as it numbs, steam quickly filling the room in heavy clouds. Wonbin breathes it in, then soaps up his hands generously, slippery fingers sliding between his cheeks, a relieved sigh disappearing under the streaming water as he pushes them inside, stretching himself out.
It’s maybe a stupid compulsion of his, but he likes to do this every few days, make sure the stress of everything hasn’t tightened him up to the point that he can’t enjoy things. It’s not like he has much time or opportunity to be fucked properly, but he doesn’t want it to ever become an unfamiliar sensation, and he likes to be able to take his toys at the very least. The unfortunate reality is that he can’t get everything he really wants only from himself.
It's good enough to cum, anyway, with one hand plunging practiced fingers in and out of his hole and the other stroking his cock. It’s not the most earth-shattering orgasm of his life, but it’ll do, at least until he gets bored again. He finishes washing up, dries himself off, applies his skincare with pruned fingers and slips into a pair of boxer briefs, nothing else.
The cooler air of the room hits him when he opens the bathroom door, refreshing and dotting his skin with goosebumps. When he checks his phone, the members still haven’t answered him, but Eunseok is on live. He taps the link, setting it down to listen to him ramble, trying not to feel so annoyed. If he has the energy to do that, why doesn’t he at least acknowledge Wonbin?
American hotel rooms are strange. There’s a door that connects to the room next to it, but it only opens completely from both sides. Wonbin knows Eunseok is on the other side of his. He knows he’s busy, entertaining fans. Why can’t he entertain him instead? It’s a stupid, selfish thought, and he knows that. It doesn’t stop him.
He opens his door, only to be met with the other one, locked, shutting him out. That won’t do. Wonbin lets the knob in his hand go, a heavy slam as the door clicks back into place.
He waits. Nothing. Eunseok’s live is still playing on his phone, reading off comments. Even he fans heard the noise, and Eunseok shrugs it off. It’s just Wonbin, he says. It gnaws at his stomach.
Every few minutes, he pulls the door back and lets it go. Just Wonbin, his ass.
“Why does he keep slamming the door… is he mad?” He hears Eunseok’s voice say. Finally, some real recognition. He bites his lip to keep from smiling too much.
He knows that Eunseok knows he’s not mad. Everyone is plenty familiar with the way he makes his pathetic grabs for attention. Eunseok is unfortunately the most convenient target right now with his proximity and Wonbin’s knowledge that he’s awake, and his historical Wonbin-shaped soft spot. He slams the door again.
“Guess I should give him some discipline,” Eunseok clicks his tongue, and Wonbin freezes. Discipline. Okay. Now that’s going straight to his dick.
He backs away from the door, sitting down on his bed, the inconsistent fan from the impossible to control thermostat whirring and making his nipples hard. He pinches at one of them, barely registering Eunseok’s voice saying goodbye, then the door between their rooms opening.
“Are you okay?” Eunseok asks, suddenly materialized and catching him in a really fucking weird position, but it’s not like Wonbin goes around the dorm fully clothed, either.
“Bored,” Wonbin answers honestly. Eunseok rolls his entire head with his eyes.
“Seriously, Wonbin-ah,” he groans, but he steps into the room anyway. “What, do you need me to rub your feet or something?”
“Are you offering?”
“Enough,” Eunseok is short. Unusual. Wonbin bites the insides of his cheeks. “You really are a brat, you know.”
“You still came over,” he points out, and now his nipples are hard for a different reason.
Wonbin crawls back on the bed without really thinking about it. Eunseok looks him up and down, brows creased. He approaches slowly, until he’s close enough to start poking, prodding, wrestling. Wonbin squirms, breath coming out in short pants, letting himself fall back until Eunseok is straddling him.
“What, does it get you hard or something? Getting on my nerves?” Eunseok’s breath is heavy, grip locked around Wonbin’s wrists, warm in his lap. This happened fast, or maybe not at all, with the way it’s been brewing for a while.
Wonbin whimpers. He didn’t even know he could make that noise. This should be mortifyingly embarrassing, but it’s not, somehow. Not when Eunseok is looking down at him with those dark eyes, full attention on him.
He tilts his hips up on instinct. Eunseok’s expression becomes serious, weight bearing down to keep Wonbin pinned in place.
“Really,” he breathes out, thumbs pressing into Wonbin’s pulse points. His tone cooing, taunting, sweet, nasty, all at the same time. “That’s kind of fucked up.”
“Hyung,” Wonbin’s voice comes out thready, barely a whisper. He’s flushed from his chest up to his scalp. He tries to communicate with his eyes what he can’t say with his mouth – I told you. You know. Call me a brat again.
“You were so noisy earlier,” Eunseok clicks his tongue. “Now you’re so quiet. What should we do?”
Wonbin’s heart is in the roof of his mouth, pulsing behind his ears, the line between fear and excitement blurring right in front of his bulging eyes. He tries to roll his hips up again, only for Eunseok to clamp down harder. He didn’t realize he was this strong, could make him feel so small. It’s intoxicating.
“Impatient,” Eunseok scolds. Wonbin’s face flares with heat. “Like a kitten that hasn’t learned when it’s play time. Should hyung teach you how to wait?”
Wonbin’s head bobs so fast he thinks his neck could snap. Eunseok stills him with a hand around his jaw.
“With words, please.”
He breaks enough to say it softly, to bring them back before this goes too far. Wonbin swallows the lump in his throat.
“Yes, hyung,” he rushes the words out. “I want you to.”
“Okay,” Eunseok nods, a deep breath through his nose. “Shit, okay.”
Wonbin recognizes they’ve reached a point of no return. Everything that happens after this has the potential to destroy him, their relationship, the group dynamic. He shouldn’t be rash with it. Luckily, if there’s anything he trusts Eunseok with, it’s how to take care of him.
“If it’s too much, I’ll- I’ll say mandu,” he says.
“Mandu?” Eunseok laughs, and the shake of his body reminds Wonbin that his dick is still painfully hard, trapped underneath him. “That’s cute. You’re so cute, Wonbini.”
He digs his fingers into the soft, squishy part of his cheek, like he’s trying to feel the outline of his canines.
“It’s too bad hyung is going to have to ruin you.”
When Wonbin opens his mouth to gasp, Eunseok takes the opportunity to shove two fingers inside. He sucks on them, swirling his tongue around his salty knuckles. Spit starts to dribble out the corner of his lips.
“So eager,” Eunseok hums. He pulls his hand away and Wonbin tries to chase it, but he’s met with a push to the chest. “Wait.”
Eunseok climbs off of him and Wonbin feels the whine in the back of his throat as he watches him undress, slowly, folding every piece of clothing down to his underwear. Wonbin rubs his knees together, squirming with anticipation.
They’ve seen each other naked. They all have. Hell, he’s even seen a few of their dicks hard before. But never Eunseok, and never like this. Wonbin really doesn’t want to be patient.
“You’re smaller than I thought,” he mutters, looking for a reaction. Eunseok’s responding laugh is curt, and he’s disappointed he’s not met with something more aggressive. Instead, Eunseok gets back on the bed, kneeling at Wonbin’s feet, unhurried. His eyes stay glued on Wonbin as he peels his briefs off, and his mouth curls into a wicked smile.
“Bigger than you,” he says, and Wonbin squirms again. “Of course, even your cock would be cute.”
“Can you just fucking-”
Eunseok’s fingers are in his mouth again, garbling the rest of his speech.
“Wait,” he says again, stern. “Get them nice and wet. I don’t have lube.”
Wonbin would try to tell him he does, with his toiletries, but he knows better. He pushes his own saliva around with little thrusts of his tongue, trying his best to coat his fingers.
“You’re going to keep your hands to yourself and take it,” Eunseok says, pressing down enough to make Wonbin gag a little before pulling his fingers out and leaving him heaving out breaths. “But since you want to make so much noise, hyung will make sure you scream.”
The promise is enough to get him moaning with just the tease of one wet finger around his entrance. Wonbin glues his arms to his sides and clutches the sheets firmly in his fists. He’ll try to follow instructions, at least until he gets a real sense of Eunseok’s limits.
“You’re not as tight as I expected,” Eunseok says casually. “You must get around.”
“Do you get around at all?” Wonbin quips back. “Feels like you’ve never even done this.”
“Mm,” Eunseok smiles, expression calm, but he sticks his next finger in more pointedly. “Watch it. You sound like a slut.”
“Fu-”
Wonbin’s back arches up as Eunseok’s fingers scissor inside him, then rub teasingly close to his soft spot. He tries to grind down on them, but Eunseok’s other hand holds his hip still in place.
“You act like a slut, too. So desperate.”
He didn’t know Eunseok had this in him. His head spins, wrists straining and fingers numbing with how tightly he’s gripping the sheets. The friction starts to burn without better lubrication.
“H-hyung,” Wonbin pants. “Lube. In the bathroom.”
“You bring that with you? You’re proving my point.”
Eunseok doesn’t get up to fetch it. His grip is damp with sweat when he pushes Wonbin’s knees further apart to make more room for himself, so that at least is confirmation that he’s not completely unaffected. That, and how hard he is. Wonbin almost moans again just from looking at his deliciously perky cock. Once he’s settled in closer, he holds one hand out under Wonbin’s chin.
“What you give is what you get,” Eunseok says, eyebrow raised. It’s a good thing that Wonbin’s arousal is lending itself to a hearty pool of saliva in his mouth, and he waits a moment to gather as much as he can in his cheeks before he opens up and lets it spill into Eunseok’s waiting palm.
It’s mesmerizing, watching him slick his girth up with nothing but his spit. Wonbin might have said what he said in attempt to rile him up, but Eunseok isn’t small. Not the biggest Wonbin has ever seen, though, and he’s not concerned about being able to take him. He’s actually kind of perfect.
When he feels the tip catch, his breath catches with it. Eunseok pauses, nails digging little half-moons into Wonbin’s thighs, devilish grin on his lips.
“How many times did you slam the door, kitty?” He asks, almost cheeky.
“I- I don’t-”
“I counted at least 10,” Eunseok circles his thumbs over Wonbin’s hot skin. “Can you count that back to me?”
Wonbin’s breathing is short, ragged. His fingers are tingling, falling asleep with how he hasn’t adjusted his balled fists at all. He barely even hears himself wheezing out a “one” when Eunseok thrusts all the way in, a swift motion, hips cracking against the back of Wonbin’s thighs with a painful smack.
The resulting sound out of Wonbin’s mouth is nothing short of obscene. He chokes back tears as Eunseok drags back out to just the head, the sensation already leaving him buzzing all over.
“Keep going, kitty.”
“Two,” he whispers, eyes shutting, fingers clawing where they are as Eunseok slams in again, and he yelps, legs quivering. He feels sick with how much he needs this.
“That’s it,” Eunseok coos, pulling back again. Wonbin swears it’s even slower than the last time, just to torment him. “You kept up a rhythm so well earlier. Show hyung again.”
“Three.”
All the saliva Wonbin supplied is starting to feel useless. It burns. It’s going to keep burning for at least 7 more strokes, unless Wonbin stops it. He doesn’t want to stop it. He takes in another uneven breath.
“F- four.”
Another hard ram, another long pull, another number gasped out of Wonbin’s dry mouth. Over and over. His own swollen cock leaks against his belly, slapping against him with the rebound of every thrust. He’s dying to grab it, get some relief. He can’t. Not when he asked for this. Begged for it, even. Maybe he is a slut.
By the time Wonbin gets to seven, he’s not sure he can make it all the way. There is at least a little mercy in Eunseok adding more spit. Wonbin’s throat is raw with the groans of pleasure and pain pouring out of his mouth.
“Ten,” he’s saying before he knows it, jaw shaking and tears spilling with the relief and the sting and the shame and just how good it is.
“You like taking my cock, kitty?” Eunseok pants. He’s pulsing his hips now, short bucks while he stays buried deep. Wonbin’s eyes roll back. “You do it so well. Like you were born to be fucked like this.”
“Nn,” Wonbin’s hands spasm, letting go of the sheets but unable to unfurl his fingers from being stuck in the same position for so long. “I like it. So much.”
“Of course you do, you whore.”
“Hyung,” Wonbin whimpers, shaking hand tentatively lifting from the bed. He can’t control any of the tremors that are coursing through him. “Can I- please-”
Eunseok swats him down.
“I told you, keep your hands to yourself,” he’s breathing heavy, his movements stutter. “And take it.”
Wonbin is sobbing by the time he feels Eunseok spill inside of him. He’d be more mortified at the thought if he didn’t know they were all in the same predicament, not readily able to sleep around, and if he didn’t have so much gross blind trust in Eunseok in general.
This should be the end of it, Wonbin thinks, tears streaking his cheeks. But Eunseok keeps moving, keeps shoving his softening cock back into him, a slow rhythm that keeps him crying and mewling. He feels Eunseok’s clammy fingers finally clasp around his pathetically hard, engorged length, stroking him lazily until he bursts in record time.
“So cute,” Eunseok muses. Wonbin has never felt this kind of euphoria.
Eunseok braces himself on Wonbin’s knees, sliding out to lean over and cage him in. Wonbin feels his cum dripping out of him. He wipes his tears away with a gentle touch, warm gaze replacing the stone cold as he leans down to kiss Wonbin’s forehead.
“Let’s see those paws, kitty,” he says, tender, a new person suddenly in front of him. Wonbin’s jaw trembles as he raises up his hands, fingers still contracted, palms red. Eunseok kisses those, too. “You were so good for hyung.”
Wonbin sniffles. He doesn’t know what’s come over him. His head feels detached from his body, and all he wants is for Eunseok to keep praising him, keep loving on him.
“Should we clean you up?”
Wonbin nods, struggling to form words. Eunseok kisses down his neck, laps his tongue down his chest and belly, not even really doing much to get the drying cum off of him, but Wonbin doesn’t care so much about that. He spreads his legs again, lets Eunseok make a show of sucking his own release out of his sensitive hole, licking over his thighs while he hums out little pleased noises.
He’s maneuvered to the shower for a second time, a quick rinse, a pat dry before being bundled in towels and waddled awkwardly backwards through the two doors into Eunseok’s clean bed. The starchy sheets feel nice against his naked body, but Eunseok holding him feels even nicer.
“Hyung,” he finally murmurs into Eunseok’s neck. He feels a comb of fingers through his hair in response. “Thank you.”
“Sweet Wonbini,” Eunseok’s voice is soft. Wonbin feels his lips ghost the top of his head. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
Wonbin’s heart thumps in his chest. He hopes it means what he thinks it does – that this won’t be the last time. He could get addicted to this.
They have a show the next night. Wonbin wakes up alone in Eunseok’s bed, but he at least had the heart to text him – went to gym – so he doesn’t completely spiral into oblivion. There’s another text, an afterthought, maybe – what else do you like?
His manager gives him a concerned look when he asks him to pick up painkillers, whatever the local equivalent of paracetamol is. It works well enough to keep the ache in his tailbone under control for the concert, but nothing to manage the raw wound in his chest, the one that has given him a taste of perfection and now sits open and throbbing with a clawing need for Eunseok to fill it.
Meanwhile, Eunseok plays it cool as ever. He doesn’t ignore Wonbin, which thank God, because that would kill him. He doesn’t treat him differently at all, as if the night before had never even happened. If Wonbin had been in his own room this morning, clothed, unmarked, unchanged, maybe he’d convince himself that were true.
That, and the text exchanges. Wonbin maybe went a little crazy rattling off some fantasies that have plagued his mind, now that he knows Eunseok is down. He holds back nothing. Then he gets a little insecure, met with eyeball and thinking face emojis, liked messages, nothing detailed offered back. Wonbin doesn’t need straight-up sexting, but something that confirms this is because Eunseok wants to fuck him again and this is not a non-sexual humiliation ritual would be nice.
Only when they do their bows is Wonbin completely reassured. He bends at 90 degrees, and just before he can come all the way up, he’s met with a strong grip to the nape of his neck. He knows it’s Eunseok without looking. He freezes, just for a millisecond before he lets him go and he smiles to himself, satisfied. He didn’t imagine it, and it’s not over. They’re just getting started.
They’re back in Korea by the end of the week. Wonbin made the executive decision that he would not initiate anything else before then, if only for the sake of his sanity and ability to perform, and their rooms don’t end up next to each other again anyway. He gets by on their texts, fleeting touches and knowing glances, the slight upturn of Eunseok’s lips when they catch each other’s eyes across a room or in a mirror. Wonbin wants him bad, but he knows there’s a payoff in playing the waiting game.
There’s a box sitting at the end of his bed when he gets out of the shower – Eunseok didn’t even argue with him over going first this time, which should have been his first suspicion. It’s small, flat, tied with a red ribbon. Wonbin undoes it carefully, unfolding delicate tissue paper to reveal black silky fabric. He holds it up carefully, gasping when he realizes it’s a pair of lace trimmed panties, just his size.
“Wear them tomorrow.”
He whips around at the sound of Eunseok’s voice, and there he is, leaning against the door frame with a flat expression that sends shivers down Wonbin’s spine. He clutches the panties to his chest, face burning with embarrassment, as if this situation wasn’t orchestrated by the man in front of him based on his own specifications and he’s been caught in some horrifying act.
“What is it kitty?” Eunseok says, mocking concern. “You don’t like them?”
“N-no,” Wonbin shakes his head rapidly. He’s felt so deprived since their last real tryst, he’s ready to throw himself on the bed with legs spread wide to beg for it again right now, dry if he has to. “I- they’re so pretty, hyung. You really want me to-”
“Wear them. Tomorrow,” Eunseok repeats, playing with the zipper of his hoodie like this is the most normal conversation they’ve ever had, like he’s asking if Wonbin wants to add anything to his dinner delivery order. “For practice. Then you can take them off for me.”
Wonbin’s mouth goes parched, and Eunseok disappears before he can get another word out.
He does as he’s told. 12 hours with the panties holding him in a little too tightly and lace riding up his sweaty glutes feels anything but sexy, but the promise of Eunseok possibly peeling him out of his silk cage with his teeth is enough to make it feel worth it.
It’s confusing when Eunseok decides to go on live when they get back. He orders dumplings, takes his time. Wonbin can’t tell if it’s a test. He waits for a bit, even pokes his head into the room to give the fans something to get excited about, and Eunseok gives him nothing in return. He goes back to his room, silently simmering and ashamed that he spent the day like this, just for Eunseok to get the last laugh. Right when he’s about to call it quits and get in the shower, he hears the water turn on.
“Of course,” Wonbin huffs, dropping his head back and rubbing his temples in frustration. His fingers tingle as he types out messages in bubble lamenting the situation, key-smashing and everything.
He’s not going to let this happen, he decides. He stomps his way over to the bathroom, Sungchan throwing a curious glance from the open door of his room with his headphones on and a mouth full of stolen dumplings.
He swings open the door, flipping the light switch on and off rapidly.
“Ya, hyung,” Wonbin whines. “I was just going to shower.”
Eunseok grabs his wrist and pulls him inside, caging him against the sink. He’s not even undressed yet. Was he just standing here, waiting, knowing what Wonbin would do? The thought shortens his breath.
“You’re wasting water,” Wonbin says, eyes locked on Eunseok’s lips, pressed in a tight line.
“You’re misbehaving,” Eunseok replies, fingertips skimming Wonbin’s waistband, just enough to tease the lace between his hip bones and make his stomach flutter. “You think I’d let you take these off before I could see you in them?”
Wonbin swallows and nearly chokes.
“You were ignoring me,” he tries.
“Your patience hasn’t improved.”
“Hyung needs to do a better job of training me,” Wonbin bites his lip, tilts his pelvis to press harder into Eunseok’s touch. “You think one session is enough? You’re lazy.”
Eunseok’s eyes go dark, and Wonbin stills with the anticipation of what he could do to him. He’s been aching for this, desperate for his attention, his correction, and Eunseok knows it.
“Strip,” Eunseok juts his chin out. His voice is quiet against the patter of water hitting the glass beside them. His eyes stay trained on Wonbin as he pulls his shirt over his head, then steps out of his pants, leaving only the lingerie. Eunseok traces along the edges of the lace, then the outline of Wonbin’s bulge, and it feels like static electricity on his skin. He’s already half hard just from this, the embarrassment, the lust.
“Get on your knees. No touching, no moving.”
Wonbin sinks down and watches Eunseok take his own clothes off. This time, he tosses them aside without care. He’s serious about this, and Wonbin’s dick pulses with the realization. He holds his hands between his knees, squeezing his thighs to relieve some pressure.
Eunseok pumps himself right in front of Wonbin’s face until he’s hard, and Wonbin whines at the sight. Eunseok smirks down at him, then whips his cock right against the side of Wonbin’s face.
“You want it, kitty?” He taunts, smacking the other side. “You want to suck hyung off with that pretty mouth?”
Wonbin tenses his thighs hard enough to cut off circulation to his hands and lets out a loud, plaintive cry. Eunseok keeps slapping his dick against Wonbin’s cheeks, side to side.
“I’m not going to let you have it like that,” Eunseok chastises. His thumb presses against Wonbin’s lips until he opens up to let him run it over his front teeth. “You’re so greedy. You need to learn how to take what you’re given.”
“Nn,” Wonbin shifts with the way his cock is becoming uncomfortably stiff in his panties. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my mouth,” Wonbin gripes. “Please, please, pl-”
Eunseok pushes his wet tip against his mouth and Wonbin opens wide and lets his jaw go slack, feeling the pulsing heat slide across his tongue, only shallowly at first. Then a hand threads a strong grip on the back of his head and holds him in place while Eunseok thrusts all the way in and out, relentless, and Wonbin’s throat throbs while he tries to keep up with breathing through his nose.
“So fucking desperate,” Eunseok huffs as he pounds into him, and tears pool at the corners of Wonbin’s eyes. “All you could think about, hm? Wearing those panties all day, dying to get your mouth on my cock?”
Wonbin’s palate spasms when he tries to respond, and he gags, spit dripping onto his knees as Eunseok keeps going, and Wonbin realizes that he has no way to say his safe word with his mouth full like this. He gasps for air, tries to relax, but his vision is getting spotty, his face starting to prick with pins and needles. He could pass out. He could literally faint because he’s such a cock hungry mess. He moans around Eunseok’s dick at the thought.
Just as quickly, he’s left empty, sucking in jagged gulps of air and coughing until a mixture of spit and mucous lands in front of Eunseok’s feet and it’s so gross and it’s so hot and then his head is being yanked back up, just in time for cum to shoot all over his face.
Eunseok drops him right after. Wonbin catches himself on the tile just centimeters away from his own fluids that might have earned him a trip to the emergency room if he’d slipped on them. Eunseok’s grip finds his chin, pulling him up just enough to appraise his work. Wonbin’s eyes sting.
“Dirty whore,” he says with a click of his tongue. “Now you’ll really have to wait your turn. Sit in your filth. No touching.”
Eunseok gets into the shower, leaving him cold and alone and disgraced. Wonbin scratches at his thighs. He focuses on his breathing, in, out, in, out. Eunseok is humming their new single. Wonbin is blinking back tears, cum drying on his cheeks. His shoulders shake. He needs to finish before he dies. He’s humiliated. He deserves this. He asked for this. He’s so fucking turned on. He needs to finish before he dies.
“Hyung,” he cries, whole body shaking with it. “Please.”
Eunseok ignores him. Can he even hear him? His throat is so raw, maybe he’s not producing enough sound. Wonbin sobs, hugging himself and trying to self-soothe.
“Hyung, please,” he tries again. He rocks back and forth, trying to get some feeling back in his numb feet, but he’s too distracted by the strain of his pulsing erection. “Please, I can’t.”
Maybe he’s imagining it, but it sounds like Eunseok is humming louder. Wonbin licks around inside his own mouth, the already sensitive flesh tenderized to the point that one wrong skim of his teeth would instantly draw blood. He weighs his options. He could wait a little longer. He could call the scene now, yell the safe word and get himself taken care of without really deserving it. Or, he could just touch himself and see what happens.
Fuck it, he decides. Eunseok ignored him all day, even after he did what he asked. If he’s going to keep torturing Wonbin for his own enjoyment, he doesn’t have to listen anymore. After all, he is a brat.
Wonbin squeezes his cock through the fabric first and immediately sighs with relief. He gets up high on his knees to pull it out, graceless with how shaky and sweaty his hands are. He hisses as he smears his own precum down his modest length, bucking into his grip in uncoordinated movements, making sure he’s loud enough for Eunseok to hear every oh, ah, mm from his lips.
The shower is still running when the door slides open to reveal a literally steaming Eunseok, chest and face flushed bright red. Wonbin stills immediately, mouth watering, hand frozen where it’s wrapped around his dick.
“Did you not hear me?” Eunseok tilts his head, flinging water with his sopping hair. “I said no touching.”
“I heard you,” Wonbin says, face burning. “You didn’t hear me.”
“You’re a real fucking brat, you know that?”
“Show me, hyung,” Wonbin blinks up at him, dropping onto hands and knees to crawl over, nuzzling his sullied cheek into Eunseok’s wet thigh. He’s so deliriously horny from his delayed orgasm, he might be going crazy. “Show me what a bad kitty I am. Please, I need it.”
Eunseok gets a good fistful of Wonbin’s hair to yank his head back, and Wonbin nearly purrs, grinning up at him, spunk crust peeling with the stretch of his cheeks.
“Up,” Eunseok says, pulling at his scalp. “If you want to cum so bad, you’ll do it on my terms.”
Wonbin gets up to stand, and he feels like a newborn calf learning to use his legs again. Eunseok nudges him into the shower with bony knees to his hamstrings, hair still wrapped tightly in his fist. He pushes him forward and slams the door behind them, immediately caging him to the wall, pulling the panties down to his thighs.
It's a relief, really – Wonbin can feel the harsh red indents on his hips without needing to look down to confirm. He hears the pop of a bottle cap before Eunseok is warm against his back, breathing heavy against his neck as he traces down his spine, agonizingly slow. He spreads his cheeks and Wonbin hears the air squealing out with the squeeze of lube directly into his cleft.
He doesn’t expect Eunseok to prep him at all, and he doesn’t really, just a couple of quick prods of his fingers to check what he’s working with before Wonbin holds his breath and yells it out with the slam of his cock inside, only halfway before it gets stuck.
“Tight,” Eunseok clicks his tongue. “Saving yourself for me these days?”
“Been busy,” Wonbin murmurs, cheek pressed into the tile. He spreads his legs a little wider, giving his dick some space to breathe. Eunseok doesn’t pull out. He wiggles and pushes in as slow as necessary until Wonbin is forced to accept him, gasping through the discomfort. When he bottoms out, Wonbin throws his head back and hisses, hands slipping as they grasp at the wet wall for purchase.
“Too bad you don’t have a pussy,” Eunseok murmurs, nipping at his ear, fingers kneading at the marks left by the elastic of the panties. “Bet you’d get so fucking wet for me.”
Wonbin can’t answer with anything more than an mmph. Eunseok rolls his hips one time and pulls back out with a rough drag. Wonbin hears him squeeze out the lube bottle again.
“These look nice on you,” Eunseok says conversationally, grabbing at the soaked panties that are still tight around Wonbin’s legs, water wringing out of them with a splash. “Shame you made such a mess of them. Should hyung buy you more?”
“Nn.”
“Words, kitty.”
“Yeah,” Wonbin sighs, trying to focus. “I like them. Reminds me of hyung when you’re not touching me.”
“You like when I touch you.”
“So much,” Wonbin moans, arching his back when he feels Eunseok’s hands run up his torso to pinch his nipples.
“You like when my cock is inside you.”
He rams back in to make the point, holding Wonbin flush against him.
“Fuck,” Wonbin drops his head. His dick twitches, horribly inflamed with how aggressively it’s been ignored. “Yes. So fucking much.”
“My pretty kitty,” Eunseok rubs his stomach, grinding little circles inside him, and Wonbin doesn’t think he can keep up with this conversation much longer. “Always acting up to get what you want. Ever think of asking nicely?”
“No,” Wonbin answers honestly, preening into all the attention, losing his mind with how close he is, even without being touched.
Eunseok laughs, then really starts fucking him good, bracing one hand against the wall and the other around Wonbin’s waist to keep him in place as he folds over and takes it, thrust after thrust until he’s howling and spurting white all over the tile without a single tug of his cock.
He’s completely overstimulated and drunk on pure sensation by the time Eunseok cums again, pulling out to let it drip into the panties that are already heavy enough from all the water. Finally, he feels them being carefully peeled down to let him step out of them, legs trembling, little pecks to his calves as he picks each foot up. The kisses trail up, planting into the bends behind his knees, the marked-up creases under his glutes where the lace dug in, the dips of his waist, every knob of his spine until he’s gently turned around and Eunseok is finally, finally meeting his mouth.
This part is new. Soft lips replace cruel words and Wonbin melts into it, the feeling of a gentle tongue licking the wounds it left earlier. He just barely tastes like the dumplings he ordered. It’s sweet, slow, and leaves Wonbin gasping in a completely different way.
Eunseok takes his time washing Wonbin up. He massages shampoo into his scalp in trance-inducing circles, carefully rubs the gunk from his face and between his legs, light soapy fingers, reverent presses of his lips between every delicate pass of his hands. The water is running tepid by now, but Wonbin is warm with all this focus on taking care of him. This is the part he craved, but it only feels right knowing he really earned it.
They fall into bed and Eunseok strokes his bare back. Wonbin holds his face still in his palms, kissing all over, greedy and self-indulgent now that he can be.
“Hyung,” he hums against his cheekbone. “I’m going to be your worst nightmare.”
He leaves out the forever, if you let me.
“Or my most perfect weird sexual fantasy,” Eunseok says, voice muffled from being squished by Wonbin’s vice grip and completely spent, probably, after everything. “Fucking brat.”
He smiles wide, giving up kisses to lick Eunseok’s face instead, tongue flat and meticulous against the line of his jaw before sucking on his earlobe, ready to rile him up all over again.
Wonbin could definitely get addicted to this. He already might be.
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