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Exhausted is the word Hao would use to describe his current predicament.
He has been flooded with a host of new responsibilities since the encore, with some even commencing beforehand. Becoming a leader while simultaneously juggling the complex emotions and anxieties that accompany re-debuting as a rookie has been tough, to say the least.
In short, he has been exhausted yet still restless, especially without Hanbin by his side as often.
But right now, all he feels is pure bliss.
He is floating inside a large, beautiful home, with an in-ground pool in front of him. The surface reflects blue off of the pool tiles, and the water moves in soft waves despite nothing being present in the pool to manipulate it. He lifts his hands in front of his face and in doing so, notices his limbs feel light and airy, like the weight of the world has melted itself off of his shoulders.
Suddenly, Hanbin emerges from nowhere out of the water. He’s a bit blurry, but Hao is still able to make out enough to identify him. His body instinctually starts to guide him towards Hanbin, whose hand is now outstretched. With every step he takes closer, short buzzes begin to permeate his senses.
As he finally reaches his hand out to grab onto Hanbin, the buzzing becomes continuous. He starts to hear steps approach him but ignores the sound in lieu of a gorgeous, wet Hanbin in front of him. Oddly enough, despite not having used honorifics in private for years now, Hanbin begins to chant “Hao-hyung, Hao-hyung…”
“Hao-hyung!”
The sound of something being picked up off the table next to him grabs his attention and causes him to jolt up. His breath catches and his eyes shoot open to Gyuvin making a shellshocked face while staring at Hao’s locked phone screen.
He must have fallen asleep. Again.
“Who is this?” Gyuvin asks. “Hyung, some random guy is blowing up your phone. Did your number get leaked? Oh my god, I’m really scared for you, hyung. Are you gonna have to change your number right now? ‘Cause who the hell is Kim–”
“Give me that.” Hao yanks the phone out of Gyuvin’s hands and looks at the screen.
Ah. It’s just Hanbin.
Gyuvin stands close by, likely anticipating what Hao believes would be for him to display some sort of reaction to the ‘random person’ spamming him with texts. He hovers over Hao’s shoulder, waiting to nose his way into his supposed stalker situation.
Hao looks back up at him, waiting to unlock his phone, and shoos Gyuvin away.
Gyuvin’s eyebrows draw together and a pout starts to form on his lips. “How am I supposed to help you with your stalker issue if you won’t even let me in? I’m not moving until you show me what’s going on so I can assess the situation properly.” He crouches down to Hao’s level and looks at him expectantly.
“Look,” Hao starts, “I appreciate your concern but this is not an issue. I promise.” He gestures once again for Gyuvin to show himself out, but he will not budge. It’s become a stalemate, with Gyuvin refusing to move and Hao refusing to concede any information. But Hao knows Gyuvin’s stubbornness and guard dog-like tendencies like the back of his hand. He quickly gives in.
Sighing, Hao relents and whispers in a low tone, “if I tell you who it is, will you promise to not ask any questions and leave me alone?”
Gyuvin pauses and gives him a weary look, but nods.
“It’s Hanbin.”
Hao watches as Gyuvin furrows his brows and screws up his face. As he moves to open his mouth to, undeniably, ask questions, Hao cuts in.
“Ah, nope! You promised! Now go so I can answer this.”
Gyuvin, not before sticking his tongue out at Hao, finally walks away. He’s likely heading across the room to bother Ricky, which, for the record, technically is Hao’s problem while they are on shoots. But Hao is too tired to care right now. He shakes his head and only makes a mental note to change Hanbin’s contact name once again later on.
For now, he finally unlocks his phone and opens up his chat with his boyfriend.
There are a host of messages awaiting him as he scrolls down from the last message he sent, ranging from I miss yous to have you eaten yets to some video links with thumbnails of cats and dogs playing together. As he gets closer to the bottom, Hanbin’s messages consist of updates of the shoot he’s at with the rest of the group, talking briefly about the vibe of the music video. At the very end of the thread, there’s one singular image attached, showing Hanbin’s outfit for the music video.
Hanbin looks better than words can describe, with his hair parted down the middle to show his forehead, thin rimless glasses sitting halfway down his perfect nose, suit jacket tailored to perfection. He’s also wearing leather gloves, and Hao knows well enough that a Hanbin in leather is a dangerous Hanbin.
It’s not the first time he has seen Hanbin pull off a sexy concept (and, if you ask Hao, he doesn’t have to dress up to appear sexy), but something is different.
Ah. Hanbin looks more… mature. Is that it?
But that’s not all.
It hits him that, for the first time since they’ve debuted, Hanbin is the one doing the sexy concept, while Hao isn’t.
It’s fairly obvious that one of them would have done it before the other, or both groups would have done it at the same time. But between the two of them, Hao tends to go for the sexy concept more than Hanbin does.
A myriad of emotions hit Hao all at once, stopping him in his tracks. Still slightly rousing from his nap, he aches for the Hanbin in the photo to hold his hand out and pull Hao up from the chair he’s still half-laying, half-sitting in. He yearns to hold onto Hanbin and run his fingers across the smooth leather encasing his hands.
If he could have it his way, Hanbin would take him to get something nice and warm to eat while rubbing his back and reassuring him, keeping him close while Hao complains about how sleepy he is. Maybe afterwards, when Hao has recovered his energy, Hanbin could pull him aside so they could sneak away to get each other off in one of the bathrooms on set. The thought makes him feel a bit fuzzy inside. In multiple ways.
But ultimately, he’s frustrated, given the circumstances. If he had it his way, he’d be there with Hanbin, even if it meant they wouldn’t be attached by the hip the entire time.
Hao realizes he’s feeling a bit clingy right now. More than a bit, if he’s being completely honest with himself.
He swallows hard and replies back.
Hao: I did eat today. And I just woke up from a nap.
Hao: and stop showing me that.
Hao pouts and closes his messages, shoving his phone back onto the table. After thirty seconds, and without a reply yet from Hanbin, he reopens their message thread to add petulantly,
Hao: it’s not nice to tease when I can’t even see it in person.
Hanbin reads his message almost instantly, and begins typing back. Between the time it takes for Hao to start and finish rolling his eyes, Hanbin’s reply has arrived.
Hanbin: you want to?
Hanbin: you can.
Hao: no I can’t, I don’t have time to visit you while you’re at work. I’m at a shoot too, if you even care.
“Zhang Hao-ssi, five minutes!” one of the staff members yells.
Hao: and for your information, I just got called up to go get my pictures taken. So.
Hanbin: I’m aware. I have your location
Hanbin: okay fighting! I love you
Hanbin: come over later?
Hao: depends what time I get off
Hao: I’m really tired Hambin-ah
Hao: but if it’s not too late then of course
Hanbin: yay ʕ•͡-•ʔ
Hanbin: what did you think of the photo
Hao: hmm
Hao: it’s good, but it could be better
Hao: would you happen to have any others?
His phone dings with a new photo of Hanbin, taken in front of a bathroom mirror with his gloved hand cupping himself through his pants. His hand is splayed out and Hao can still see more of his bulge peeking out from under. Hao takes in a sharp breath.
Hao: don’t show me that if you don’t want me to do something about it
Hanbin: and if I do?
Hao frowns out of frustration, cheeks thoroughly reddened, and puts his phone down. He stalks over to the photographer and resolves not to think about Hanbin. And especially not about his stupid hot outfit and his stupidly large dick. For now.
Adjusting to their new lives has been difficult.
Well, not as difficult as expected. But things have been different.
Now that they are in two different groups, making time for each other has become a more intentional act that has prompted a major shift in their relationship. Being in the same group and living in the same dorm had made it easier, more convenient, to spend time with each other freely. It takes deliberate effort now to coordinate their schedules, but it has only made their relationship stronger than ever.
Hanbin’s apartment is Hao’s resting place and true home whenever he has the time to head over there. Thankfully, Hao ends most of his days happily cuddled up with his boyfriend after a long day of work.
With his debut coming up and Hanbin’s comeback approaching, however, time apart has become a more regular occurrence.
On the nights where either one of them works until the sun comes up, they sleep apart, with Hao in his dorm and Hanbin in his own apartment. They came to their current agreement after much discussion, mainly consisting of Hanbin having to convince Hao to prioritize his own sleep, and to only come to the apartment when he has the energy to make the trek himself or bug the manager to drive him over.
Although these occasions are few and far between, Hao typically calls Hanbin and keeps him on the phone while they both sleep. In reality they are mere minutes away, but those nights feel as if they really are worlds apart.
Hao knows a day away from his boyfriend won’t actually kill him and that it’s in his nature to dramatize these things–he is a Leo sun and Venus, after all–but it does get tough.
On a particularly difficult night recently, Hao, bone tired, had arrived back at the dorms and nearly collapsed onto the floor out of sheer exhaustion. His bottom lip had begun to tremble and before he could spiral any further he had Hanbin’s contact pulled up on his phone. Hanbin’s soft voice walked through with him exactly what to do from that point on. Eat something. Take a bath. Lay down and rest.
Thankfully, on most days, Hao does have the energy to come home to Hanbin’s. Or at least, he musters up the energy to do so, since being with Hanbin cures his exhaustion.
Sometimes, he gives Hanbin a heads up that he’s coming home, and is greeted with Hanbin and Samsam waiting at the front door for him, ready to give him hugs and licks: Samsam on his hand, and Hanbin into his mouth.
Other times, he makes his arrival a surprise, tapping the passcode into the keypad as quietly as he can and ambushing Hanbin on the couch. Whenever he does this, Samsam runs zoomie laps back and forth across the entire apartment, excited to see both of his dads together again. Hanbin usually laughs and kisses Hao on the forehead, pulling him in close while they watch their dog tire himself out.
The busier Hao gets, the more often he feels down about the sheer amount of seconds, minutes, hours spent apart as compared to the past. Especially so given that, minus days off, Hao spends most of his daylight hours away from Hanbin.
Hanbin tells him that love is a labor, a choice. That they were fated yet also continue to choose each other every day. “Fate and free will,” he tells Hao late one night as they sip tea together.
Hao had moved the mug from his hand to the side table next to them and sat himself on Hanbin’s lap, where he kissed him softly, innocently, before promptly slumping into Hanbin’s chest out of exhaustion.
Needless to say, much of their time spent together recently has been a labor of love, a labor of loving each other.
Much of their time spent apart is supplemented through screens, through seconds-long voice notes recorded on breaks, through text messages sharing small, incomplete thoughts throughout the day.
Through pictures of each other at schedules, which for the record, Hao thinks is cruel if he can’t do anything about it in the moment.
Hao sends pretty pictures of himself, of his nail stickers, cute selfies he’s taken, pictures of his food. Hanbin does the same, except instead of sending pictures purely of pretty things, he likes to torture Hao with his dick print that’s visible in almost every mirror photo he takes.
It’s not fair to look at his boyfriend through the confines of a screen and not be able to touch him at that very moment.
And because Hao works into the next morning, the picture of Hanbin clutching himself has to carry him through to the next day until he can replace Hanbin’s hand with his own.
Hanbin calls him the next morning, waking him up from his slumber. Which is for the best, because Hao accidentally snoozed both of his alarms that morning and would have been running late otherwise.
“It’s been two whole days,” Hanbin complains over the phone while Hao’s sticking a toothbrush in his mouth, getting ready to head to another shoot. “Come home please. Our baby misses you.”
Hao scoffs, spitting toothpaste into the sink. “And you?”
“That’s implied,” Hanbin replies, a smile evident in his voice.
“I want to hear you say it though,” Hao whines. He leans over the sink to rinse his mouth, cupping his hands under the water and lifting them to his lips.
As he’s swishing water around in his mouth, Hanbin clears his throat and says, “I miss you Hao. Come home.”
The sound of Hanbin’s voice, still gravelly with sleep, causes Hao to nearly choke on the water in his mouth. He spits it back out and starts coughing. He can hear Hanbin start to panic on the other end.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Hao reassures him. It’s kind of endearing, how nervous Hanbin gets whenever Hao is in any sort of remote discomfort. Hao smiles at the thought.
“I miss you too. I’ll come over later.”
Hao gets off of work early enough, and heads over to the apartment, with the desire to curl up on the bed and nap like a cat until Hanbin returns home.
He showers quickly, making sure he’s cleaned up nicely for Hanbin just in case. After changing into nothing but one of Hanbin’s oversized shirts and the shortest shorts he can find lying around, he finally accomplishes his original mission of flopping down into bed. Samsam joins him, and they doze off quickly waiting for Hanbin.
When he rouses from his nap, Hanbin is already there, sitting at the edge of the bed and petting Samsam. He’s talking quietly on the phone to someone, but Hao can’t pick up anything that he’s saying.
Hao shifts slightly, moving the covers around as he props himself up on one arm. Hanbin turns his head towards him to give him a soft smile and leans over to kiss him on the forehead before turning back around.
“Five minutes away? Okay, thanks. See you soon.” Hanbin hangs up the phone and lays down next to Hao.
“Who were you talking to?” Hao mumbles, squinting his eyes as he adjusts to the overhead light he forgot to turn off.
“Oh, I was on the phone with Gyuvin.”
“Why?” Hao asks. Hanbin puckers his lips and moves in to kiss him again, but Hao pushes him away weakly.
“Wait. I know what you’re up to. Are you sexiling our son? You called Gyuvin to come get him, right? So you can have your way with me in peace?”
Hanbin pauses, instantly adopting a meek look in the face of Hao’s accusation, like a cat that got caught ripping up his owner’s carpet. “I mean…” he trails off. “Maybe. Yeah, I did. Is that okay?”
“Hm, let me think about it,” Hao teases, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. Hanbin seems to take his answer in the affirmative and moves up off of the bed to get Samsam leashed up, collecting everything Gyuvin needs to take the dog off of their hands for the night.
Only minutes pass before Hanbin’s phone buzzes, signaling Gyuvin’s arrival. “Can you take him to the door? I have to go to the bathroom.” He picks up a bag in the corner of the room that Hao hadn’t noticed before, and scurries away like a scared hamster.
Hao immediately sniffs out that there’s something fishy going on, but complies with Hanbin’s request regardless. He picks up the leash in one hand and the bag filled with dog food and toys in the other. When he opens the front door, Gyuvin is already there waiting with both arms out.
“Take good care of him, puppy,” Hao says, handing the leash over to Gyuvin.
“Are we talking about me or the dog?” Gyuvin asks.
“Oh.” Hao hadn’t considered that. “Um… both? You know, this kind of reminds me of when we sexiled you when we went to Jeju and made you walk around outside until we were done. Except now there’s a literal dog, and–”
“Okay, I’m leaving. I don’t need to hear anything more. Have fun! Or don’t.” Gyuvin pauses and adds, “and tell Hanbin-hyung he owes me for this. Okay, bye!” He takes Samsam and closes the door in Hao’s face. Rude.
Hao returns to the bedroom where he comes face to face with Hanbin in the same outfit he was wearing in the photo he had sent Hao. Glasses, gloves, suit and all.
“Like what you see?” Hanbin asks cheekily.
Hao can’t decide whether he wants to laugh or cry. He takes a couple of steps towards Hanbin before coming to a halt.
As he finds his bearings from being temporarily stunned, Hanbin closes the distance between them, skirting a gloved hand across Hao’s ass and pulling him in for a kiss.
Hao gasps into his mouth as the hand on his bottom squeezes tightly before grabbing and smacking his ass. Hanbin’s other hand moves to hold the back of his neck, and the feel of the leather against his skin makes him shiver in Hanbin’s arms.
He’s rendered weak in Hanbin’s grasp, ambushed by a tongue in his mouth and hands groping him everywhere, completely overwhelming his senses. It’s like Hanbin took a peek inside his brain and picked out all of the things he’d been fantasizing about over the past week to spring upon him all at once.
Hanbin pulls away almost as quickly as he pulled Hao in, taking one of Hao’s hands into his and skimming over his nails with his gloved fingertips. Hao had applied fresh stickers a few days ago, sleek black stars decorated with small gems in the center, but they were beginning to peel off.
“Pretty as always, baby.” Hanbin’s voice drops low, leaning in close to Hao’s ear. “I’ll spare your hands any work tonight. You won’t have to lift a finger. Just lay there and look pretty. I know you’ve been tired lately so I’m gonna give you a nice massage.”
He walks back towards the bed, beckoning Hao over with two fingers. Without question, Hao follows and lays down flat on his stomach, kicking his feet up and turning his head to watch Hanbin remove his suit jacket and strip off his gloves. Hanbin opens up the nightstand and takes out two bottles of lube, their mostly-empty one and a fresh bottle.
“What do you need all of that lube for?” Hao asks, confused. “Isn’t the massage oil in the bathroom?”
“To get you loosened up,” Hanbin replies, ignoring Hao’s second question.
Hao cocks his head, brows furrowing. “Like my muscles?”
“No,” Hanbin replies, getting on the bed with one bottle of lube in each hand. “To get you loosened up to take me.”
Hao gulps, blood rushing both to his cheeks and further south as he inadvertently ruts against the bed in response to Hanbin’s words.
“Trust me,” Hanbin reaches over and grabs his ass again. “Turn over and get on your back.”
Hao really has no idea how a massage relates to anything that Hanbin is suggesting but chooses to give himself over completely and place his trust in Hanbin without asking any further questions. If Hanbin wants to give him a mysterious massage, then so be it.
He complies with Hanbin’s instructions, rolling onto his back. He’s already hard in anticipation, eyes glued to Hanbin’s face. He reaches down instinctively to shimmy out of his clothes but Hanbin grabs onto his hand, stopping him before he can even hook a finger under his waistband.
“I told you,” Hanbin says, leaning over to pull Hao’s tiny shorts off and placing a kiss on his thigh, “no work tonight from you.”
Hanbin moves further up to pull his shirt over his head, gesturing for him to lift his arms up. Once it’s off, he plasters his lips onto Hao’s, kissing him roughly yet sweetly. His tongue slips into Hao’s mouth, and Hao welcomes it with a small whine. He snakes one hand to grab onto Hanbin’s bicep, and the other tugs at the hair at the nape of Hanbin’s neck. He says a prayer of thanks for the fact that Hanbin’s hair is the longest it’s been since debut right now, so he can pull at it all he wants.
After a moment, Hanbin pulls back slightly and presses his forehead to Hao’s as they both pant, catching their breath. Hao’s eyes cross a bit trying to focus on his face but when he looks down, he sees a string of spit between their lips remaining, causing his breathing to speed up.
It’s not helping that Hanbin is fully clothed as well, while he’s entirely naked and vulnerable. He is entirely at Hanbin’s mercy here, and he loves it.
Hanbin finally moves back, grabbing the emptier of the two bottles of lube first, and squirts a generous amount onto two of his fingers.
“Ready?” Hanbin asks.
Hao nods in assent and watches as Hanbin slides his pointer finger in, twisting it around to open him up. Hao whines softly, rutting his hips down and searching for more.
It’s funny because whenever they have compared hands in the past, Hao’s have always been a bit larger, his fingers a bit longer. Despite this, Hanbin’s fingers are thicker.
Hao is reminded of that fact when, after a minute, Hanbin adds a second finger, the stretch already noticeably greater than when he uses his own fingers. He scissors them in and out of Hao until he rubs up against his prostate. Hao jolts, letting out a gasp and Hanbin’s eyes flicker from where his fingers sit deep inside Hao to meet his eyes.
Hanbin’s gaze is crazed yet calculated, just as he is calculated in stroking his fingers over his prostate on every thrust.
Oh. This is the massage.
“It’s so much,” Hao whines as Hanbin continues to rub up against his prostate, causing heat to pool in his groin.
Hanbin adds a third finger and Hao knows he must look desperate when he does so. He grinds his hips up into the air, seeking any sort of stimulation for his leaking cock. He doesn’t know if he wants Hanbin to fuck him right now, or to touch his cock, or to continue fucking him with his fingers. All he knows is that the pleasure is so intense that he’s struggling to find the words to articulate it.
As usual, Hanbin is able to read his mind. “Hold out a little longer. I’ll give it to you soon,” he promises.
Truth be told, it’s not like Hao is a stranger to having his pleasure be the center of attention when they have sex. Hanbin is the most attentive lover, taking in all of his nonverbal cues and always making sure Hao finishes before he does. His cock is also big enough that when Hanbin fucks him, it rubs up against his prostate at every angle.
What is new is having this amount of attention dedicated to his most sensitive parts. He and Hanbin have tried a lot of different things out, but Hanbin has never given it up this easy before. He’ll sometimes make Hao work for it, making him beg or act cute for his cock, and will purposely miss his prostate sometimes when he opens him up.
But right now, Hanbin is giving him everything.
“It’s okay,” Hanbin soothes, adding a fourth finger and making Hao cry out. “You always need this many fingers to take me inside anyways.”
He moves down to take Hao’s cock into his mouth just slightly, laving his tongue over the tip and the underside. Hao cries, fighting against the urge to thrust his hips into the wet heat of Hanbin’s mouth. Hanbin’s glasses start to fog up as he licks and mouths around his cock, simultaneously starting to move his fingers faster inside of him.
Hanbin starts to grind up on his leg, still wearing his pants. No matter how desperate he is for Hanbin’s cock, Hanbin is always more desperate to please him. So much so that he frequently gets off to it, like he’s doing right now. It turns him on even more, to watch his boyfriend get so worked up over his pleasure.
“Bin-ah,” Hao squeaks out, barely able to speak. “Please fuck me, I can’t hold it in for much longer.”
Hanbin looks up, nearly ripping his glasses off as he seems to have realized they’ve fogged up too much to see Hao clearly. He pulls back, grabbing the emptier of the two bottles of lube and pours what’s left over where his fingers move in and out of Hao’s hole.
“That’s the point.”
Which is the only thing that Hao hears before Hanbin tucks his thumb inside of him and takes his cock down his throat all at once. Hao’s eyes shoot closed, the dual sensation of Hanbin’s mouth completely encasing his cock and the sheer amount of pressure against his prostate with Hanbin’s fist inside of him too much to bear.
His brain completely whites out as his orgasm hits him like a bolt of lightning, hands flying to Hanbin’s hair and pulling while Hanbin swallows everything down. Hanbin is moaning and grunting around him, hips stuttering and coming to a halt. He can hear himself whining and crying out, but everything feels too fuzzy to fully process. He comes to after what is likely mere seconds but feels like hours, as Hanbin pulls off of him and slips his hand out.
While he catches his breath, Hanbin looks at him, smiling deviously. “Now you know why it had to be just the two of us tonight,” he teases. “What happened the last time Samsam heard you get that loud with me?”
Hao remembers. The last time they had sex with Samsam in the apartment, he had acted like Hao was being attacked based on the way the dog was scratching at the bedroom door and growling.
At that moment, Hao had been a bit annoyed, but thought it was sweet that their dog wanted to rush to his protection. Hanbin, after having to pull out and calm down a very worked up dog, did not.
Currently, Hao is too fucked out to form any real response. He lets out a small “hm,” to let Hanbin know he heard him.
Hanbin dries his hands off on the bed sheets and strips off the rest of his clothing, throwing it all to the floor.
He looks down at Hanbin's cock, rock hard and covered in his own spend. It hits him that Hanbin came in his pants while fucking him with his fingers. He feels like he's losing his mind.
Before he can ask any questions, Hanbin places a hand on each of Hao’s thighs and pushes them up to his chest. Hao is folded nearly in half now, with Hanbin staring at his most intimate parts head-on. He throws his arm over his eyes out of self-consciousness but gives himself a tiny window of space to watch what Hanbin does next.
It’s predictable when Hanbin spits on his hole and plunges two fingers back inside, causing a loud squelching noise to ring out. Hao moans weakly as he lets Hanbin continue to take the reins.
Hanbin gets like this sometimes, completely engrossed with Hao’s body, and particularly with Hao’s hole. One time, Hanbin even went so far to eat Hao out after fucking him, slurping up the mix of his own cum and lube just to keep Hao trembling for a little longer. Hao had told him afterwards that it was gross, but secretly found it hot. Hanbin could definitely tell.
“I wanna fuck you,” Hanbin says, completely serious with his eyes still glued to Hao’s hole taking his fingers.
“Yeah,” Hao scoffs weakly, “I can tell.”
“Attitude, princess.” Hanbin grabs the full bottle of lube and pours it into his hand before pausing. He covers himself in an excess of lube, turns Hao onto his side and throws a leg over Hao’s hip, slowly pushing in from behind.
“Finally,” Hao breathes out. Hanbin steadies one hand on his hip and worms his other arm under Hao to grab his pecs, playing with his chest as he begins to move. Despite the rather excessive preparation, Hanbin still feels too big inside of him, making him moan louder and louder with each thrust in and out.
He can tell Hanbin is starting to lose it, grinding and thrusting into him with abandon and treating him like a ragdoll. Hao lets himself be pulled back and forth, his moans pitching higher the longer Hanbin goes. Hanbin moves his hand from Hao’s chest to his neck and hovers over it slightly, causing Hao’s breaths to become more labored in anticipation.
Hanbin pulls out suddenly, getting up and moving Hao onto his back. Instead of reentering immediately, Hanbin gets on top of Hao and lays his head in the crevice of Hao’s shoulder and neck.
“Fuck,” he pants, the feeling of his breath making Hao shiver, “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing?” Hao asks.
Hanbin lifts his head, eyes downcast on Hao’s chest. “I wanted to take care of you.”
Hao lifts his chin with his finger, making Hanbin look at him directly. “If you’re taking care of me, I want you to take care of yourself too. It goes both ways.” He moves his finger up to Hanbin’s forehead, brushing away some of the hair stuck there with sweat out of his eyes.
He takes a peek down to look at Hanbin’s cock, still fully hard and red at the tip. Hao lifts his legs up to his chest again and snakes his hand down to guide Hanbin back inside, as they both groan.
Hanbin returns to his pace from before, except this time he’s not breaking eye contact. His intense gaze combined with the sensation is bordering on too much for Hao, still sensitive from earlier and trembling in Hanbin’s arms. He scratches on Hanbin’s back the harder he thrusts, hands scrambling to get a grip on him.
He’s entirely overwhelmed, and Hanbin must be able to tell, because he moves his mouth to Hao’s ear and whispers “shh. Let yourself give in.”
With another few thrusts and Hanbin’s breath tickling his ears, he cums, tightening up enough to hear Hanbin curse.
After that, everything goes black for a moment, until he comes to and reorients himself. Hanbin is no longer there in bed with him anymore, but he quickly spots him moving around over where they keep the towels.
There’s something… off.
Hao squints and mentally checks with himself to make sure he’s not seeing things. He cranes his neck slightly to look over towards the drawers, straight at Hanbin who is bent over grabbing towels for their bath when his eyes land on a small black star stuck to Hanbin’s back. The sight causes Hao to start giggling, which prompts Hanbin to turn his head towards him with a confused look on his face.
“Ha,” Hao slurs out, “one of my nail stickers got stuck on you. You fucked me so hard there’s a star on your back. I guess I should wear gold stars next time so it’s like you won a prize or something. For fucking me so good.”
He moves to sit up slightly to get a better look before a slight ache shoots its way up his back, causing him to involuntarily let out a small gasp. He sees Hanbin’s eyes widen before he rushes over with the towels successfully retrieved. Hanbin throws the towels over his shoulder before moving closer.
“Alright, it’s time for a bath,” Hanbin states placatingly, a hint of concern lingering in his voice. He scoops Hao up in his arms and places a kiss on his forehead before he walks them slowly over to the bathroom, taking care not to jostle Hao around too much. Hao feels his lips maneuver their way into a dopey grin, eyes fluttering shut once more.
Hanbin places him on their fluffy bath mat before running the tap, sitting on the floor with him to keep Hao propped upright until the tub is full enough. When it is, he maneuvers Hao into the tub, and sidles up behind him.
It’s quiet for a moment before Hanbin breaks the silence.
“Hey,” Hanbin asks, voice a bit shaky. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Mmm, no.” Hao giggles a bit. “I think you fucked my brains out though. I can tell I’m going to get the best sleep ever tonight.” He leans back on Hanbin’s chest fully, tilting his head up to stare at Hanbin above him.
Hanbin’s hair is a wreck, cheeks pink from their previous activities and the warm water, but Hao thinks he looks as pretty as he always does. It’s in these moments alone where he gets Hanbin all to himself where he thinks Hanbin looks his best, even if he is objectively not as put together as he is when they’re at work.
Hao moves his head back to a comfortable position, closing his eyes and relaxing his full weight onto Hanbin. “Hey,” he murmurs sleepily, “how did you get that outfit? Did you buy everything,” he waves his hand around, “you know, separately?”
“No,” Hanbin laughs, “I borrowed it from the stylists.”
“What?” Hao jolts up in the bath, causing Hanbin to groan in slight pain. “How the hell did you swing that?”
“Well,” Hanbin starts, “I was trying to make it realistic for you so I told them that I would get the clothes dry cleaned myself since I had sweat too much in them. Which I kind of did but it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be.”
“Hm,” Hao concludes, closing his eyes.
There’s silence between them. Until Hao breaks it.
“I have another shoot tomorrow. Help me put my nail stickers back on. Since you so greedily took them for yourself.”
“See,” Hanbin says, “you got to see me in it anyways.”
“I already saw it.”
“I mean in a professional setting.”
They’re currently backstage in one of the MCountdown waiting rooms. Hao is dressed in a patterned gray vest and pants, with his shoulder pads sitting snugly under a worn black shirt. Hanbin is next to him dressed in the same look he railed him in (or, to be proper, the same look he wore in the photos he sent to Hao).
“Mhm.”
“Are you nervous?” Hanbin asks.
“Kind of,” Hao admits, “but it’s okay.” He picks a bit at his pants and fidgets around next to Hanbin.
“For the performance or for leading?” Hanbin asks, perceptive as ever, moving his hand on top of Hao’s to keep him from fidgeting.
“Both.”
“You’re doing well, you know? If anyone can make that judgment, it’s me. Both knowing the position you’re in as a new leader, and having witnessed your abilities in guiding the kids over the past few years.
“You’re the most capable person I know. I just don’t want you to feel burdened. So please always come to me if you need.”
Hao’s mouth opens automatically, but he’s quickly silenced with a laugh and Hanbin’s finger over his mouth. “You already do, but even beyond our relationship, you can come to me as a peer.”
“Wait,” Hao butts in, “if you keep talking I’m going to cry and the makeup artists just spent an hour making me beautiful. Save it for when we get home later?”
Hanbin laughs with his entire body, bending over and slapping his knees like Hao just said the funniest thing he’s ever heard. “Of course.”