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The sounds of traffic outside are barely audible over the air conditioning unit and the fan on full blast and the subtle ringing in Seungkwan's ears after another hours-long concert. He's totally nude, spread starfish-style on top of the covers, only one lamp on in the entire hotel room. It's far from their first time performing in southeast Asia, and it definitely won't be their last; but the weather here is something else.
The shower was shut off a few minutes ago—he and Hansol showered separately this time, as Hansol wanted the water warmer than Seungkwan could take at the time.
“Are you gonna make it?” comes his boyfriend's voice, finally.
“Huh?” Seungkwan croaks.
“You gonna die, or nah? I don't think the hyungs would be too happy if you died in the middle of tour.”
“That sounds like you wouldn't be too concerned if I did!” Seungkwan has so little energy to deal with being rage baited right now, even by his boyfriend of many years.
And that gorgeous face he adores so much suddenly appears in his field of vision, Hansol standing next to the bed and leaning over with a little smirk. His dark hair is still damp, his skin is shining from his expensive skincare routine, and he's shirtless, his lovely collar bones and shoulders on display.
“I started mentally writing my eulogy in the shower,” Hansol says, still smirking fondly. Seungkwan rolls his eyes and turns his head to the side, away from that damn handsome man.
“And when did I say I wanted you to speak at my funeral?” Seungkwan grumbles.
“I think you'd come back to haunt me if I didn't.”
“I'll come back to haunt you no matter what, you won't be rid of me that easily.”
Hansol chuckles and sits on the edge of the bed. “That's good. I don't really want to be rid of you anyway. Even if it means you're an angry, sassy ghost opening and closing the kitchen cabinet doors.” He reaches over and gingerly lays the back of his hand against Seungkwan's forehead, seemingly checking his temperature, and hums. “You'll be alright, probably.”
“Probably,” Seungkwan echoes, and sighs. “I wanna cuddle but it's too hot.”
“We'll probably end up cuddling anyway, since you'd go certifiably crazy if you didn't get to touch me.” Hansol brushes his fingers over Seungkwan's almost-dry bangs, flicking them away. “You wanna call room service? Get some cold drinks up here?”
“There's water in the mini fridge, I checked earlier.”
“I didn't even think of doing that, you're so smart.” Hansol leans down to kiss Seungkwan's forehead.
“I know I am.” Seungkwan takes Hansol's hand and holds their hands against his chest. Combined with the weariness after a concert is the last of the adrenaline, the stuff that makes the couples in the group want to separate off as soon as possible. There's no doubt that at least one hyung is getting put through the mattress right now, or bouncing to get them and their partner off. It's something they, the youngest couple (but together the longest), like to do too, but…
It's just so damn hot.
“Ddollie, I swear I'm gonna melt through the mattress and into the floor and Coups-hyung is gonna be so mad when he has to pay the fines to the hotel,” Seungkwan whines.
“He can afford it.” And then the bed is dipping with Hansol's weight as he climbs on and scoots in to gather Seungkwan and spoon him, to which Seungkwan wails out a plaintive ‘nooooo!’ and weakly pushes at him. “You're such a drama queen.”
“But you love that about me, right?” Seungkwan simpers. Feeling Hansol's solid body up against his back is usually really nice; but the additional heat pressing into him is making him weak and cranky.
“Mmmm… Did I ever say that?” Hansol's next action sends a violent shiver through Seungkwan's body: he drags his tongue along Seungkwan's damp neck, licking up a bead of sweat that just rolled down from his scalp. He does it again, and sucks on the flesh with minimal teeth, as if he's trying to draw all the moisture out for himself. In spite of himself and the oppressive heat, Seungkwan feels his dick twitch a little in interest.
Hansol's tongue has dipped into Seungkwan's collar bone when the sound of Seungkwan's phone ringing makes them both jump. Usually he doesn't get calls this late, as everyone in the group understands this is typically private time. It's late, too, so family members back home are likely in bed. Thinking it must be an emergency, Seungkwan scrambles out of his boyfriend's arms and frantically grabs his phone from the nightstand; the ID says that it's Jeonghan.
“Hyung! What's going on? Is something wrong?” Seungkwan rushes out as soon as he accepts the call.
“Seungkwannie! Are you back at the hotel?” comes Jeonghan's voice; it's rushed but doesn't sound panicked, which is strange.
“What do you think? Of course I am! What's going on, why did you call? I thought you and Coups-hyung went out for dinner? Did something happen to one of you?”
Jeonghan hums, “You could say that. Do you and Hansollie have any condoms to spare?”
Seungkwan pulls the phone away from his ear and looks at it in bewilderment, as if Jeonghan can see his expression through the phone. “Huh? Why are you asking that? Hyung, I thought you were calling because something was wrong!”
“Well, it kind of is,” Jeonghan gives a breathy chuckle. “Cheollie and I went out to eat alone, and then we ran into some of the others so they decided it was time to drink. I had a little bit and decided I was done for the night, but Cheollie wanted to stay out longer. He's on his way back now, and I know he's gonna want to have sex. So I want to prank him by suggesting I want to use a condom.”
Seungkwan stares at his phone, then looks to his boyfriend, who is close enough to hear the conversation; Hansol raises his eyebrows after a long, flabbergasted blink.
“Okay, ignoring how much you just told us about you guys’ sex life…” Hansol butts in. “Why is Kwannie the one you ask?”
“Hansol-ah!” Jeonghan greets him, unbothered. “Are you guys currently having sex? Seungkwannie never told me whether or not you use protection!”
“We are n—” Seungkwan barely gets out
“I was kinda trying to soon, hyung,” Hansol shoots back.
“Oh, good, so maybe you can help me! Condoms or not, my sweet dongsaengs? Wait, don't tell me: Hansollie likes to do it raw and make a mess inside, but Seungkwannie hates cleaning up the mess—so condoms sometimes?”
The couple share a look, one of deep confusion over how their hyung figured them out so quickly.
Jeonghan giggles after a moment of silence. “I'll be on your floor in a couple of minutes, don't have any dick or hole exposed!” Before Seungkwan can protest, Jeonghan has hung up.
“You think he's really coming?” Hansol muses.
“Oh, without a doubt, he gets really dedicated to playing pranks on Cheol-hyung.” Seungkwan wears a dark expression as he places his phone back on the nightstand. “And it's if he hasn't seen all of our dicks multiple times. And he's tried to get me to show him my—my hole more than once so he can see my wax lady's work!”
Hansol is rolling off the bed when he pauses and looks back with widened eyes. “I kinda forgot about that last part. Did you ever…”
“No, Chwe Hansol!” Just because Jeonghan is probably one of his best friends and they're both bottoms doesn't mean they need to share everything. The elder has tried discussing waxing versus laser more than once with Seungkwan, and Seungkwan has gotten an eyeful of hyung-hole twice because said hyung shoved the phone at him very quickly. Jeonghan had wanted to compare work as he was thinking about changing providers. As if Boo Seungkwan wasn't shy about his body! He hardly likes taking his shirt off around even his closest friends, what even made Jeonghan think he would reciprocate?!
His shyness is such that, even now, with his boyfriend of several years, he becomes a little too aware of his own body, and curls onto his side as he watches Hansol dig into his suitcase. Seungkwan's teeth bite into the inside of his lower lip as he watches the attractive lines of his lover's back: his pointy shoulder blades moving, the bump at the base of his neck, every hill and dip of his spine, the sharpness of his shoulders, all moving delicately under the pale skin.
Some of their busiest promotion eras made Seungkwan obsess over any piece of skin below the neck his boyfriend showed, when they were too tired or rushed to be properly intimate. Even the sight of one of Hansol's bony knees through a pair of ripped jeans became enough for Seungkwan to fixate on. That hasn't really gone away completely: they still have extremely busy times, of course, but he also thinks he made himself have some kind of Pavlovian response to seeing any of Hansol's skin.
What can he say? He's in love; and Hansol's body is the only body he's ever known intimately. He's also the only one Hansol has ever had, and Seungkwan knows his boyfriend goes gaga over seeing some thigh or even calf.
Hansol holds up a strip of condoms, turning around so Seungkwan can see the planes of his front again; and Seungkwan can't help his eyes dragging down the sight and then resting at the waistband of Hansol's boxer briefs—afraid of going any lower to save himself from getting too excited too soon. “What do you think? One or two?”
Seungkwan's reply comes a little late as he's too busy staring at the dark hairs beneath Hansol's navel. “Two. One would seem like Jeonghan-hyung just found one and wanted to play a prank. Two makes it look like he was prepared with backup.”
Hansol's face breaks into a grin—which Seungkwan only sees in his periphery—and laughs. “Now you're even starting to think like Jeonghan-hyung. That's so evil. I love it.” He rips off two foil packets and tosses the rest back into his bag. If Jeonghan rats out their participation, they'll probably get a bit of scolding from their leader—Hansol even more so, as a hip hop unit member—but it will probably be bearable. Is it worth it? Debatable. Pranking their leader is still fun, but there's very little gratification in it for them since they won't get to see his actual reaction.
Hansol opens the door a crack and sticks his head outside; and a minute later, Seungkwan can hear him conversing quietly with Jeonghan.
“Where's Seungkwannie?” Jeonghan asks.
“I'm naked, hyung, don't come in!” Seungkwan calls.
“Oh, so you were fucking! Okay, I won't hold you guys up anymore. Have a fun rest of the night!” Jeonghan sing-songs. “I'll be sure to update you on how my little plan goes. Goodnight, love you both!”
When Jeonghan is gone, Hansol walks back over to the bed, looking a little frazzled and shaking his head slowly. “Not really what I signed up for as a kid.” He crawls back onto the bed and slots himself against Seungkwan's back again, heating him up all over again.
“I know, right?” Seungkwan replies, sighing. “Ddollie, you're so warm.” He's only met with a deep hum against his back and near his ear, where Hansol is laying lazy, open-mouthed kisses on Seungkwan's neck, and swirling his tongue in loops. He takes Seungkwan's earlobe between his teeth, tugging and sucking, and places a palm flat on Seungkwan's stomach, pulling them closer together. It feels so good, but Seungkwan is afraid he might die of heat stroke before this resolves.
Sloppy kisses are placed on Seungkwan's ear, the tip of Hansol's tongue dragging around the cartilage, and Seungkwan whines—out of desperation but also arousal. “Ddollie, it's too hot.” He wriggles at a weak attempt to break away; but is stopped dead when Hansol cups his small pec and squeezes Seungkwan's nipple, which makes him whimper.
“Kwannie is so sexy when he sweats,” Hansol mutters, rolling the nipple between his fingertips. He drags his flattened tongue up the back of Seungkwan's neck—making Seungkwan gasp—and sucks sloppily on the side, so close to leaving a mark that they should probably be worried about. “Want Kwannie to sweat for me like he does onstage.” And, fuck, he's using that damn voice. His bedroom voice. When Hansol is horny, his voice drops just a little, and everything comes out a little hushed as if he doesn't want anyone else to hear, and his tone even gets a little whiny sometimes, but only in a cute and playful way. If it's particularly bad, he'll start accusing Seungkwan of not loving him, though they both know it's all just play.
And hearing that voice, well, it makes Seungkwan want to fall right into that space too, heat be damned.
“Oppa…” Seungkwan breathes in his own bedroom voice: whiny and nasal and needy. Oppa had started as his own little kink, growing up with two older sisters who called their celebrity crushes oppa had created something in him that wanted to be included, a part of him that wanted to be taken care of by a man instead of having to take charge simply because he's a man. The title slipped out early on in the relationship, though Seungkwan doesn't remember specifically when. But even though it was something Hansol hadn't considered before that, he's reassured Seungkwan many, many times over the years that he likes it specifically because Seungkwan is the one saying it—and because of the ways he says it. (Hansol had also confessed during sleepy post-coital cuddles that being called oppa makes him feel capable, and that he loves feeling like he's taking care of Seungkwan well).
Seungkwan whines, “Oppa, it's too—it's too hot, I—” Hansol answers by pressing himself even more firmly against Seungkwan's back, especially against his bare ass. He feels more sweat bead up at the nape of his neck. They’re definitely going to need to shower again later. A sound rumbles low in Hansol's chest and into Seungkwan's back, something like a groan or even a growl, and his tongue drags along the moistened skin of the back of Seungkwan's neck, presumably lapping up the sweat. Being held so close, and his body being enjoyed to the point of his sweat being consumed, it makes Seungkwan feel owned, like he's Hansol's possession. And usually Seungkwan is very independent and likes being perceived as an individual—but fuck if this doesn't make his eyelashes flutter and his breathing grow heavier and ragged.
Seungkwan is suddenly rolled onto his stomach; before he can ask what's going on, Hansol presses on the center of his back as a nonverbal demand, and then straddles Seungkwan's thighs, sitting down and rubbing his clothed, growing erection between Seungkwan's ass cheeks, narrowly missing his rim. All Seungkwan can do is whine, confused and feeling increasingly needy by the moment. The world sees him putting his heart on his sleeve and proudly proclaiming his adoration, while his boyfriend is very reserved by nature; but in private, when things are feeling particularly charged, this is how it goes: Hansol takes the lead, pouring out everything he has a hard time saying and doing into physical acts, showing his devotion, which in turn helps Seungkwan shut his bothersome mind off for a while.
It works for them. And if every once in a while Seungkwan wants to take the reins and get on top and bounce until they're both falling apart, then that's what happens.
Hansol holds Seungkwan down by the backs of the shoulders and ruts some more, grunting as he works himself to full hardness. Seungkwan moans and tries to push his ass up, asking for more, but his lover weighs him down.
—And then, Seungkwan feels something a little more unexpected: Hansol's tongue at the small of his back, flattened and wide, dragging up the length of Seungkwan's spine. Drinking up all the sweat that's already formed and rolled down since Seungkwan's shower.
"Ddollie, ngh, does it—do I taste good?" Seungkwan pants in his whiny bedroom voice, already terribly turned on despite receiving minimal stimulation. Hansol responds with a cross between a groan and a hum, laying sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the center of Seungkwan's back.
"Always taste good, babydoll." Hansol moves down and then he's holding Seungkwan's ass cheeks and squeezing and pulling them apart, exposing his twitching hole. Seungkwan fucking loves being eaten out, especially since his boyfriend is always so enthusiastic about it, but he pouts.
"Oppaaa, wanna suck you off," Seungkwan mutters. "Thought about it earlier onstage, when I could see you getting hard in your pants. Let me have my fantasy too."
And Hansol pauses. "Oh yeah? Been looking at my dick in front of everyone? So naughty, Kwan-ah."
Seungkwan looks over his shoulder and sticks out his lower lip. "Let meeee. You're always doing so much for me, oppa, I wanna give back."
"You know you don't have to give back."
"Hansol Vernon Chwe, are you really refusing a blowjob right now?! Stop being a gentleman and let me suck you off, pabo-ya!"
Hansol sighs, as if it's some great sacrifice to receive head from his long-term devoted partner, but removes himself from Seungkwan's legs and instead takes a spot propped against the pillows. Seungkwan sits up to a kneel and huffs.
Hansol's dick is… Well, Seungkwan thinks it's big. He's seen others: pretty much every member at various times over the years—it comes with living with them, having lots of costume changes, sharing rooms on trips, but he's never committed any other ones to memory—and some in adult videos that Wonwoo showed a few of them many, many years ago. Seungkwan has seen enough to know his own isn't particularly big, and is in fact on the smaller size in length and girth. But Hansol exceeds the national average even when soft, and he's always been plenty satisfying when inside of Seungkwan (who, admittedly, just likes something inside of him—taking the length and girth has never been an enormous issue for his body; it's kind of embarrassing how hungry his hole is). It's flushed a healthy pink and curves up just a little; and Seungkwan's middle finger and thumb meet by only a little when circled around the girth. Thick enough to please every time, without hurting Seungkwan.
It's pretty, just like the rest of him, and it makes Seungkwan's mouth water.
Seungkwan's fingers carefully wrap around the fully hard erection in front of him; Hansol's shallow chest begins to heave as he watches. Seungkwan is a natural-born performer, but even he gets a bit shy when being perceived during sex; so he feels his cheeks and ears burn hot. He busies himself with some slow, dry strokes, teasing the large vein on the underside with the pad of his thumb. Then he positions himself and lowers his head so he can lick at the tip, which is already starting to leak with salty precome. Hansol's breath hitches; his fingers curl into fists on either side of him.
Fuck, Hansol is so sexy when he loses control of his composure.
Seungkwan's tongue draws swirls around the tip, the salty taste making his mouth water. Concentrating on making this good, he wraps his lips around the head, suckling lightly; then he slips it out and tilts his head sideways, mouthing up the side and then licking at the base before descending to the balls, never deterred by the coarse pubic hair that Hansol refuses to groom besides occasionally trimming the length. He kisses and licks and sucks softly, pulling a groan from his boyfriend that shoots right to Seungkwan's own dick and hole. Feeling encouraged, Seungkwan laps at the thick vein he loves so much, leaving behind a coating of saliva.
And then, holding the base of his lover's erection, Seungkwan descends, taking half the length into his mouth at once, sucking and bobbing his head while giving the base a gentle squeeze. Hansol moans louder this time so Seungkwan takes in a little more with each descent. He's never been able to take all of it in, which Hansol has professed to being unbothered about; deep-throating with gagging, he's said, is seriously unsexy and unappealing.
(It's probably also an ego boost to see that his boyfriend can't take his entire dick.)
Hearing the unashamed noises from above him is such a turn-on for Seungkwan; Hansol tends to hold back his own noises out of shyness, so he must be in really deep if he's letting them out. Seungkwan makes the decision to look up while continuing to bob his head, and is met with his favorite hazel gaze staring right back, neighbor to a lovely flush high on Hansol's cheeks. Seungkwan's eyelids lower slightly, knowing it makes him look sexier, and bobs his head a little faster while keeping the eye contact—and fuck he's so fucking turned on by the way Hansol stares right back, thick brows drawn together slightly, as if in disbelief at his own pleasure.
"Kwannie, fuck," Hansol groans, sounding gone. Truth be told, being inexperienced besides Hansol, Seungkwan has no idea if he's actually good at this—he's received some unsolicited tips over the years from his hyungs as well as other friends—but he knows he does it in a way that his lover likes, which is really all that matters. He hums a noise in the back of his throat in acknowledgement. "Feels so fucking good, baby, shit."
Seungkwan doesn't really want Hansol to finish just yet, as he'd much prefer his ass get some attention, so he's not pulling out all the stops. He pops Hansol's cock out of his mouth and pants a bit, then kisses and mouths at the side again. "Want you to sit on my face," Hansol grumbles, wrapping his hand around Seungkwan's wrist. "C'mon. You can keep going and we can 69, I just—I need your hole now." The tone and the words send a full-body shiver through Seungkwan; fixed on Hansol's gaze again, he nods and sits up, absentmindedly wiping the spit off his mouth and face with the back of his hand.
Upon being freed, Hansol scoots a little so he's laying down with just one pillow under his head; he then beckons with a single finger and points to his chest. Blushing, Seungkwan climbs on, straddling his boyfriend's body while facing away; Hansol takes him by the hips and guides him further back and down. Seungkwan barely has his hand back around the other man's cock when he feels his cheeks being spread and his hole being licked. He can't help the loud moan that comes out of him, nor the squeak when Hansol smacks his ass (once, twice).
"Oppa! Nnngh—" Hansol's flattened tongue swirls around the pucker greedily. Seungkwan's head hangs as he holds the erection in his hand, moaning even louder when he feels his hole being pushed into. In private, he's often called himself a 'natural bottom' sardonically; but it isn't his fault that his hole loves being played with and filled so much! Even in the early days, virginal and tight, he had taken preparation well, never feeling a burn for very long; his body seems to eagerly suck in anything given to it. And god does he love the feeling of something inside of him—even better if it's given to him by his boyfriend.
Remembering he had something he wanted to do, Seungkwan stretches his upper body and laps at the lip of Hansol's freshly leaking cock. Hansol moans into his ass, sending a lovely vibration around the rim and making Seungkwan whimper and wiggle his ass a bit. He wraps his mouth around Hansol's cock again and takes in more than half, bobbing his head quicker than before. Hansol's fingertips press harder into Seungkwan's plump cheeks and his tongue wrestles inside further. He sucks, and Seungkwan wails, nearly choking around the dick in his mouth.
"Shit—oppa!" he mewls when he takes a breather, giving little kitten licks to the side of his boyfriend's erection. And then—he feels a single finger pressing inside of him, gliding in without pause, and he moans deep, eyelids drooping as if hypnotized. Almost immediately it isn't enough, and he considers complaining for more; but Hansol quickly finds his prostate, making Seungkwan grow warmer, but this time in a pleasant way. Hansol is still licking at his rim while prodding at his prostate; and Seungkwan is feeling spoiled. "Nnnn, Ddollie," he breathes, "feels so good, oppa…"
"Greedy little hole," Hansol mutters, muffled by the fat of Seungkwan's ass cheek; he delivers a little smack to one of them. He's always professed to liking the sound and the bounce; and Seungkwan has warmed up a lot to the sting and burn.
"Greedy for you—just you—" To illustrate his commitment, Seungkwan licks up the pre that's beaded up at Hansol's tip and then takes him in again, keening in his throat as he slurps and sucks. He's quickly rewarded with yet another smack, a concentrated jiggle, and then two spit-slick fingers opening him up. The loud moan he gives around his lover's cock makes him feel utterly debaucherous. He resists the urge to fuck himself back onto the fingers given to him, not wanting to cause any injury to his boyfriend (that would be hard to explain to anyone outside the group).
That urge becomes nearly impossible to overcome when Hansol decides to keep finger-fucking him instead of just licking him out. Seungkwan can feel the fingers pushing further inside of him, and then nudge against his prostate, located nit that far past his entrance. He's rendered more helpless, popping Hansol's cock out of his mouth and instead resting his forehead against the other man's lower stomach. He keens and whines loudly, keeping his lover's erection in his hand, erratically squeezing and jerking it. He can't help being so damn vocal, and it's rare that they don't have someone like a roommate on the other side of a thin wall. So he lets it all out, whines and whimpers picking up in tempo as he feels himself hurtling towards the edge from Hansol's concentration on his prostate.
"Love watchin' you open up for me," Hansol mumbles, "love hearin' you, baby, c'mon, Kwannie, wanna make you fall apart."
You're doing a damn fine job of that, Seungkwan would reply if he had the capacity for speech right now. As it stands, his eyes are starting to roll back and his breathing is growing heavier. Hansol has gotten so fucking good at this over the past near-decade, discovering all the secrets of Seungkwan's body and memorizing every part of him, like a textbook with the meaning of life hidden inside.
…Does that make sense? Probably not, but Seungkwan can't find it in him to care about making sense right now. His vision is growing blurrier and little white stars are beginning to enter the edges. He's so close, he's so close, he's so close—
With a few more deep, pointed thrusts of his fingers and a couple more prostate taps, Hansol slides his fingers out and Seungkwan's climax crashes over him, whimpering as he trembles all over. He ejaculates a little, and maybe even a tiny bit of piss comes out too, spilling onto Hansol's stomach (the first time Seungkwan had accidentally pissed while coming, he has nearly died from embarrassment, while Hansol had been surprised but ultimately unbothered; and even told Seungkwan the next day that he'd done some research and it was a pretty normal thing during prostate orgasms). Only when Seungkwan starts to come down from the high that he registers Hansol rubbing his hip and his lower back, easing him through the climax and helping him down.
When it feels like it's over, Seungkwan sighs heavily, as his heart rate settles. "Gonna need you to get off me in a minute so I can go get the lube," Hansol murmurs, still rubbing Seungkwan's hip.
"Nooo, I can go and get it!" Seungkwan whines, looking over his shoulder to try and get a peek at his boyfriend.
"No, you can't, your legs aren't gonna work right," Hansol chides gently, and Seungkwan can hear the eyeroll in his voice. Hansol pats Seungkwan's hip a few times, and Seungkwan takes that as his signal to get up; it becomes him tilting over and rolling onto the soft, comfortable bed, in a manner he'd like to believe was graceful and sexy. Hansol himself gets up and off the bed, and Seungkwan watches him find the lube in the special pocket in his suitcase. The stark lines of his pale flesh, shyly dotted with occasional moles; Seungkwan's orgasmic release sliding down his abdomen yet not bothering him at all; his lean muscle and bony joints; his hard cock, flushed and bobbing; the dark hairs dusting his body, reminding Seungkwan of how man he is.
Fuck, Seungkwan is so lucky to have this man, to be loved so thoroughly by this masterpiece of human evolution and genetics. "I love you, Sol-ah," he says softly—and upside-down, as he's laying on his back.
Lube in hand, Hansol turns around and cracks a smile. "Kwan-ah. I love you too." He leans down to kiss Seungkwan, and it's kind of like the old Spider-man movie where the titular hero is hanging upside-down while he kisses the love of his life, and it's insanely hot as they kiss and kiss even though their lips are moving in different directions, and Seungkwan feels himself melt into the bed again, but this time out of arousal. He doesn't really know if they're any good at kissing, but he's never found it in himself to care; his Hansol is good at kissing him and that's what matters most.
"Can you, um…lay on your stomach for me?" Hansol finally asks sheepishly; usually he prefers to ask what position Seungkwan wants rather than choosing himself, so he gets a little bashful about it. Seungkwan rolls over onto his stomach and crawls to get comfortable near the center of the bed, tucking a pillow under his hips (and rubbing his half-hard dick) and then hugging one in both arms, getting comfortable in position.
"On all fours? Or just on my stomach like this?"
"Like this is perfect." The bed dips as Hansol climbs back on and kneels with his legs straddling Seungkwan's legs. The lube bottle is opened with a soft click, and Hansol pulls one of Seungkwan's ass cheeks to the side, exposing his twitching hole. Hansol's breath catches audibly; and Seungkwan clenches to tease him. He's rewarded with cold lube being squeezed directly onto his rim, making him gasp in shock.
"Sollie, s'cold," he whines, rim twitching some more.
"Thought you were too hot a little while ago?" Hansol murmurs, using a couple of fingers to spread the lube.
"Yeah, well…it still shocked me…" Seungkwan's breath hitches softly in anticipation.
"Let's see if this shocks you." And those two fingers push into Seungkwan's rim, slowly sinking further and parting him open, and Seungkwan gasps but he takes it easily until his walls grip the digits, greedy for more. "Mmnn. Already want more? So hungry for me, Kwan-ah." Hansol pumps his fingers in and out a little faster and Seungkwan moans deep in his chest.
"Oppa, stop teasing me, you know I hate it when you tease like that!" Seungkwan complains. "Want you to fuck me."
"But I am fucking you, darlin'." He's definitely smirking.
"Not like that! Fuck me with your—with your cock!" Seungkwan huffs, his face and the back of his neck heating up. "Please, please, please, I can take it, oppa!"
"God." Seungkwan can easily picture Hansol's nostrils flaring. If it had been a while since their last time, Hansol would have taken the time to get up to three or even four fingers to open Seungkwan up to make the penetration easier and more comfortable; but it's just been a few days, so the stretch won't be as challenging.
And sure enough, the cap on the lube bottle clicks again, and while Seungkwan waits he thinks about how warm he's getting again, especially with this comfy pillow cuddled against his chest and cheek. He thinks he feels more sweat beading up on his back. One of his ass cheeks is pulled to the side again and his rim twitches with impatience. The slick head of Hansol's erection teases at his rim, making Seungkwan gasp and shudder.
Then Hansol's cock is gone.
And before Seungkwan can whine about it, he feels a tongue on his lower back, right above the curve of his ass, dragging up to the middle of his back. Drinking up more sweat.
"Please," Seungkwan moans in near-desperation, "please, Sollie, oppa, please fuck me already! I can't take it anymore!" The heavy breathing behind him tells him that Habsol is nearing the end of his own rope. Seungkwan's left ass cheek is gripped and pulled to the side again, and then Hansol finally, finally starts pushing his cock inside. A sonorous moan flows out of Seungkwan with each inch that sinks inside of his hole, opening up his passage and making him feel fuller and fuller, already granting such sweet satisfaction.
As Hansol has preferred to do for a long time (when they have the time to drag things out, of course), he pushes all the way in until his cock is fully seated inside Seungkwan and his bony hips meet Seungkwan's ass. Hansol then lays down on top of Seungkwan, his pale chest pressing up against Seungkwan's back and making everything feel a million degrees hotter. Hansol is panting softly near Seungkwan's ear, and licking the shell of it, and Seungkwan feels himself melt further into the mattress—but this time out of steaming arousal. Hansol loves the warm hug of Seungkwan's hole around him, and Seungkwan loves to feel full; so they both win.
A little bit of precome dribbles out of Seungkwan's dick, and he thinks, belatedly, that they'll probably get fined by the hotel for the mess that's about to happen.
Hansol's hips grind in a small circle, making Seungkwan whimper uncontrollably. "So…so deep, oppa…"
"Love this perfect hole," Hansol grunts, still near Seungkwan's ear, "fuckin' made for me, god." He braces himself on the bed on either side of Seungkwan, with both hands and elbows, lifting his upper body just a bit, and pulls his cock out just a bit, then fucks back in with force. He repeats the action several times: pulling out a bit more each time, and then slamming home steadily and methodically. The more length that gets fucked back into Seungkwan's hole, the louder the cry that's punched out of him.
And then Hansol builds up a rhythm, thrusting hard to a metronome in his own head, and panting and grunting with effort and pleasure, breathing out appreciative curses. And as Seungkwan is plowed into the bed, he floats away on a hedonistic cloud.
He's never understood why being a bottom is seen as derogatory, or used as an insult. Probably something to do with misogyny, as many societal problems are sourced from. He doesn't really like talking about it, even with friends, because that's private. But it doesn't mean he's ashamed of being the one getting fucked, of being the one lying prone and taking what's given to him. No, when his boyfriend—the love of his life!—fucks him so hard he moves up the bed, that's his lover taking care of him, giving Seungkwan everything he wants and needs, providing pleasure exactly in the way Seungkwan likes.
The sounds of skin slapping, his loving top exerting himself and moaning softly, Seungkwan's own pitiful cries and his saliva pooling on the pillow as he drools mindlessly—it all feels like he's being worshipped, not degraded.
His eyes roll back. He feels loved.
"Hansollie…" Seungkwan mumbles. "Sollie… Feels so good, anh—" He attempts to move his hips to try and meet some of the thrusts while also providing some friction to his own throbbing erection. Despite his limbs feeling like jelly, he reaches out languidly and grabs Hansol's arm, directing his hand towards Seungkwan's mouth. Seungkwan slips a few of Hansol's fingers into his mouth and sucks lazily, eyes rolling back again and eyelids fluttering; Hansol curses again.
"Kwannie's…so good…mn… Feels like you're hugging me…"
They've done this countless times. It's never once been boring. Seungkwan fears Hansol growing bored of him one day, but he knows he'll never be bored of Hansol.
Hansol builds to a punishing pace, his hips slapping loud against the fat of Seungkwan's ass. Seungkwan pulls the fingers out of his mouth to moan and whine louder. Still mentally drifted away, the white static creeps into his field of vision unexpectedly. The deep penetration, the constant stimulation of his prostate, Hansol's little noises, the friction against his erection, the fact that his lover takes care of him so fucking well, so thoroughly, it sneaks up on him—
"Ddollie, please, I'm so…oh fuck, oppa— Shit—"
—and his own orgasm takes Seungkwan by surprise. He shakes all over and tightens around Hansol's thick cock and pants loudly as his vision whites out and he spills onto the pillow beneath his hips. He comes and comes and comes, so much that he's light-headed, and he thinks he squirts too (different from just piss, according to Hansol). And while he's in outer space, he can distantly hear Hansol grunting 'fuck!' as he begins to come too, ejaculating a little bit deep inside Seungkwan's hole before pulling out and finishing on Seungkwan's ass.
They both pant like they just ran a triathlon. Seungkwan can feel the hot cum sliding down the curve of his ass cheek. "Why not—why not inside?" he manages, still breathless.
"Wanted to mark you," Hansol mutters, resting his forehead between Seungkwan's shoulder blades. "Makes cleaning easier for you too."
Seungkwan pouts a bit, having wanted to be bred like usual, but he also knows it's for the best. At least he got some inside. He closes his eyes, feeling exhausted suddenly as the long day makes itself known. Hansol kisses his upper back and shoulders gently.
"I'll let you rest for a few minutes, but then we should probably get in the shower," Hansol whispers. "It'll cool us off and you also won't complain about being dirty in the morning."
"Dunno if my legs work after that," Seungkwan sighs, not even opening his eyes.
"Pabo. You know I'll help you." He pecks the back of Seungkwan's neck, which tickles.
They stay like that for a little while longer—perhaps several minutes, Seungkwan has no idea—until Hansol literally peels himself off of Seungkwan's back with a small grunt and gets off of the bed. "C'mon, roll over," he says softly, and Seungkwan groans petulantly but flips over onto his back. Hansol slips his arms under Seungkwan's body and eases him towards the edge of the bed. Seungkwan is able to swing his legs over and touch the floor with his feet; but as soon as he tries to put some weight on his legs, they feel like rubber. Hansol clicks his tongue, muttering 'what did I tell you?', and picks up Seungkwan in a bridal carry; during the process, Seungkwan squawks in surprise and throws both his arms around his boyfriend's neck.
"Ddollie is getting so strong!" he marvels as he's carried to the bathroom, Hansol's expression straining with effort only a little. He's set down on the closed toilet lid, which is quite cool against his bare ass and makes him jump a little. Hansol busies himself with starting the shower, and Seungkwan frowns. "Sol-ah, I don't think I can stand up to take a shower right now…"
"Just wait a second, baby, I got an idea." Hansol's strong brow furrows slightly in concentration as he tests the water temperature and adjusts it a few times. "Okay. We're gonna sit on the floor in the shower."
Seungkwan blinks at him, then shrugs, not having the energy to combat the strange idea. Believing he should have some of the feeling back in his legs, he carefully tries to stand, but immediately starts wobbling; Hansol rescues him, taking his hand and arm and guiding him into the shower and under the cool water. Trying their damnedest not to slip and fall, they ease down onto the tile flooring of the shower and sit under the refreshing spray, Seungkwan between Hansol's legs. Seungkwan sighs loudly, the sound echoing strangely off the bathroom walls, and Hansol slowly rubs his side comfortingly. Seungkwan even feels a few kisses on his damp shoulder.
Hansol starts moving a bit behind them, and there's the sound of a bottle lid clicking, and then Hansol is rubbing Seungkwan's back with slicked hands: likely gently cleansing him with body wash. Seungkwan closes his eyes, totally relaxed. The cool water feels refreshing on his overheated flesh. "My Hansollie is so sweet," he murmurs, lips barely parting.
"For what? Cleaning off the cum I left on you?"
"Aish! Not just that! I'm talking about everything you do."
"I do things because they feel like the right thing to do," Hansol answers simply and matter-of-factly.
"And that's one of the things I love about you, Sol-ah. Your pure, sweet heart."
"Aht." Hansol clicks his tongue and gives a weak little warning growl and Seungkwan knows his boyfriend's ears are probably bright red in embarrassment.
"Don't act all tough with me, Chwe Hansol." Seungkwan reaches back and grabs the other man's arms, pulling them over his own shoulders while scooting back a little so they're closer. Hansol leans in and kisses the side of Seungkwan's face.
"I love you," he breathes against Seungkwan's skin, making him shiver all over.
"I love you more," Seungkwan whispers in reply.
"Literally impossible, Boo Seungkwan." Hansol pulls in a little closer so his chest is touching Seungkwan's back, and he tilts his head in further to kiss Seungkwan on the mouth, crooked and misaligned but tender. Seungkwan hums into it, as though purring like a cat. "Sometimes I think you don't understand just how much I love you. Like—there's no way I could ever do enough to show you the extent."
"I still think you do a great job, Nonie." Even when his lover rage baits him and leaves him jealous, Hansol makes him feel so loved. "I wish I could give enough to match it, sometimes I feel like I don't do enough."
"Bullshit." Hansol's mouth is vertical against Seungkwan's horizontal, kissing him sweetly again. "I feel loved every single day and I'm really lucky for that." They kiss again, their lips parting slightly and their tongue touching, but it doesn't grow deeper than that, simply remaining relaxed and languid, several small kisses melting into each other. Eventually Hansol has to stop kissing him, and quickly busies himself with cleaning the various body fluids off of him, down to the sweat that collected on his flesh too. Seungkwan leans back and lets the water rinse his face, which adds another tier of relief from the heat.
Getting out of the shower from their position is another issue entirely. Hansol instructs Seungkwan to stay put for a minute, then slowly stands, holding his arms out to stabilize himself on the slippery tile. When Seungkwan looks up and behind, he's met with a face full of soft cock (not that it being soft makes it any less appealing) and nearly misses his boyfriend beginning to slip. Hansol swears and steps out of the shower onto the bath mat, on safe terrain. He grabs a fresh towel off the rack and unfolds it, then leans down a bit to offer his hand and arm to Seungkwan, who accepts by grabbing his forearm with one hand and holding out the other to keep his balance, made more difficult by his wobbly post-sex legs.
Seungkwan sits on the closed toilet again and Hansol uses the towel to dry Seungkwan's hair, pat down his own body, and then hand the towel to Seungkwan to dry himself. Hansol, meanwhile, stands at the sink and looks through Seungkwan's skincare items. He pours a bit of toner into his palm, presses his other palm on top of it, then ducks down and starts patting Seungkwan's face, paying extra attention to his cheeks. Seungkwan scoffs and wrinkles his nose.
"Hansollie! I can do it myself!" he protests.
Hansol hums, seemingly considering this, and then decides, "Nah, this is more fun." He proceeds through the rest of the steps, which Seungkwan only allows because Hansol lets him return the favor. And then they're staring into each other's eyes while pressing and patting moisturizer into each other's face and they're both trying their hardest not to laugh but Hansol breaks first with a gummy smile and a chuckle.
Seungkwan draws the line at brushing his teeth, however; Hansol steps over with toothpaste already applied to Seungkwan's toothbrush and looks intentioned but Seungkwan takes it from him before the other man can tell him to open his mouth.
By the time they're both finished with their routines, some of the strength has returned to Seungkwan's legs so he gingerly stands from the toilet. They each take their turn to pee (something Hansol has lost almost all of his embarrassment about doing in front of him but something Seungkwan still gets a little shy about; and it doesn't help how hot Hansol looks holding his own cock, even when it's soft and he's pissing…) and then wash their hands and Seungkwan applies a little more leave-in conditioner in his hair since it got soaked in the second shower.
Seungkwan stumbles out to the bed and collapses into it, his body sinking down into the cushy mattress. Hansol is behind him, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hi, gorgeous. Here. Drink some water." He cracks open the bottle, swallowing some for himself. Seungkwan sits back up and takes the water from him, chugging down almost all of it and then panting for breath, and then finishing the bottle. He then hands the empty bottle back and lays back down on top of the covers; Hansol joins him, still naked too. Only their hands touch, fingers gently brushing and caressing, and Seungkwan appreciates the other man's effort to restrain from cuddling so as to not heat themselves back up. It's still hot; but the second cool shower did help a bit, and now Seungkwan no longer feels too hot to get comfortable.
"So tired, Ddollie," he mumbles, eyelids sliding closed. Waking up early, preparation and sound check, another hours-long performance, and some great sex have wiped him out. Which is probably a good thing, seeing how difficult it is for Seungkwan to fall asleep sometimes.
"Then go to sleep, pabo," Hansol whispers back, rolling onto his side to face Seungkwan; he can feel those hazel eyes on him even with his own closed. "Love you." He leans in to place a soft kiss on Seungkwan's cheek; Seungkwan turns his head and cracks open his eyes just slightly.
"Love you," he echoes back in a worn down sigh, and pecks his lover's lips, nearly missing out of exhaustion. He wishes they lived together, just the two of them, so they could go to bed like this together every night and take care of each other more. Life on tour is so bittersweet like that, getting to do what they love for screaming audiences while traveling the world and spending almost every minute together—and then knowing it's inevitably going to come to an end. Seungkwan wishes he could capture this feeling in a bottle—fulfilled by his passion and suffocating in his boyfriend's usually quiet affections—so he can take a sip of it whenever the demons come scratching at the edges of his psyche again.
Melting into the mattress one last time, Seungkwan fades away into a dreamless sleep, feeling weightless in the cushion of Hansol's unwavering love.