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Short, pause, short, long, long, long. The rhythmic knocks on Nicholas’ hotel room door are unmistakable. They belong to Euijoo, spelling out his initials in morse code. Something they have agreed on long ago, when they were still trainees.
It would be like our secret language, they said.
Who knew that after so many years, it would still come in handy. That while on tour, it would be the mark of each other’s visit, late into the night, avoiding peering eyes and questioning looks.
Nicholas hurries over to open the door and Euijoo marches in, hood on his head as if his perfect build could be hidden by the disguise. It makes Nicholas smile gently as he locks his door.
“What took so long?” Euijoo asks in a hushed voice, dragging his hoodie off and throwing it on a nearby armchair.
“It didn’t take long at all.” Nicholas smirks. “Are you getting paranoid, Juju?” He can see how the nickname makes Euijoo shiver.
“Not in the slightest.” Euijoo retorts with the shake of his head. “I can always come up with an excuse as to why I am visiting my best friend at one in the morning.”
Nicholas chuckles in a low tone. That much is true, his Juju is the smartest when it comes to these things, but unfortunately, he is a horrible liar. No one would fall for it. Nicholas is surprised he got away with this much already.
Nicholas tries to recall the first time it happened.
It’s all a blur. They were high on adrenaline after a concert, maybe even a little tipsy after the celebratory dinner they shared. Maybe Nicholas got too touchy with his members and before he knew it, there were soft lips crashing against his, a delicate hand blindly reaching for his shirt. A flash of red locks, whining pleads, squelching sounds. Hands squeezing him, holding him down by his wrists, ruffled up sheets and breathless words.
Nicholas hasn’t been the same since. He was always obsessed with Euijoo, that much was apparent, but he was always sure it was one-sided. Maybe Nicholas was a coward – he would deny if you ever accused him, but he had a paralysing fear of rejection. So he stuck to admiring Euijoo from afar, gravitating towards him like a moth to flame.
But then Euijoo wanted him back and now Nicholas will never be able to go back to how things were before. He is itching to tell the world, to claim Euijoo as his, to be reckless and kiss him on the stage, but he knows better. He knows it would drive Euijoo away, and he cannot allow himself to lose the most important person in his life.
“They would never believe you are sacrificing sleep just to talk to your roommate.” Nicholas smirks.
“Well, we obviously had something urgent to discuss.” Euijoo answers, defiant.
“Yeah? Like what?” Nicholas steps closer, his hands wrapping around Euijoo’s waist.
“Like-” Euijoo gasps. “Like I had to come over to remind you that we are leaving early and told you to go to bed.”
“Mhm, and then I said no, so you had to give me a talking to?” Nicholas’ cocks a brow at him, lifting his chin to look down on Euijoo – no small feat with their glaring height difference.
“Exactly.” Euijoo smiles back, with his soft plush lips, gentle eyes matching Nicholas’ own. Something that is reserved just for the two of them. Euijoo’s hand slips on the back of Nicholas’ neck, guiding him as their eyes close instinctively and their lips meet. They melt against each other as if they were always meant to be together and Euijoo starts slowly backing towards Nicholas’ bed.
Euijoo’s long legs hit against the bedframe with a yelp, their teeth clinking together and Nicholas falls on Euijoo. They pull back in pain before they both start to giggle and go back to kissing each other. Nicholas’ tongue pushes past Euijoo’s lips impatiently, his big hands slipping up under his shirt and covering his slim waist completely. He loves feeling Euijoo’s gentle skin under the rough pads of his fingertips, the curve of his body, the little flinch he does when Nicholas’ fingers tickle his sides.
He drags Euijoo’s shirt off him, the other mimicking him immediately, dragging Nicholas’ black tee over his head and throwing it away. It ruffles up their hair, and Nicholas’ long chain sticks to his wet, kiss-swollen lips. They waste no time to dive back in, their hands freely exploring each other’s bodies as if it was their first time. Euijoo’s nails graze Nicholas’ board back and he cannot help but tug at Euijoo’s lower lip in return.
Euijoo pushes up then, the two rolling to the left in the bed, Nicholas now on his back, watching Euijoo with quiet, pleading eyes, fingers spread out on his chest before they start sliding down towards his pants. Nicholas’ mouth waters at the thought of having him, his cock stretching him out, his whines echoing back from the walls of the hotel room.
Euijoo glances down where their bodies rub against each other, the cold metal piece that is decorating Nicholas’ pants immediately attracting his eyes.
“I didn’t know you brought this on tour.” Euijoo points it out, his index finger dipping into the hole of the handcuffs and circling it. It tickles Nicholas’ thigh.
“Of course, it’s part of my accessories.” Nicholas says absentmindedly, his brain too occupied to squeeze Euijoo’s hips, panning down towards his ass.
“Do you have the key?” Euijoo asks, his fingers wrapping around the metal band and playing with it.
“Of course.” Nicholas’ brows furrow in confusion. “Why?”
“I was just thinking… nevermind.” Euijoo drops the handcuff back and the impact makes Nicholas flinch.
“No, don’t do this. Juju.” Nicholas’ voice is firm but the way he cups Euijoo’s cheeks is gentle in comparison. “Tell me, please.”
“Maybe… we should use it.” Euijoo mumbles, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. Nicholas’ lips spread into a wide, cat-like smile, cheeks hurting. God, Euijoo is so cute.
“We should.” Nicholas pats his butt. “Be a good boy and get my wallet from my bag then.” he adds with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Don’t get cocky.” Euijoo warns him but he slides off Nicholas as he was told, making the older groan at the friction. Nicholas knows he did it on purpose. He pushes himself up, and undoes his belts and pants while Euijoo rummages around his bag. He comes up victorious, lifting Nicholas’ black leather wallet in the air and climbing back in bed.
“Thank you, doll.” Nicholas says, kissing his forehead and quickly pulling out the key. “Take off your pants, will you?” he lifts a brow and Euijoo nods. While he clumsily slips out of his pants and underwear, Nicholas’ eyes never leave him, blindly inserting the key and unlocking the handcuffs. He thanks his past self for packing them in the first place, despite Maki’s warning that it will definitely get caught during luggage screening.
Euijoo kneels back on the edge of his bed, now in his boxers and eyes fixed on the metal handcuffs as Nicholas plays with it, twirling it around his index finger.
“You are so pretty.” he tells Euijoo, just to get his attention back on himself.
“Shush…” Euijoo blushes, getting on all fours to climb over to him. Their lips crash against each other, Euijoo’s cologne tickling Nicholas’s nose. It is familiar, sweet but spicy… It feels like home.
Nicholas’ strong arms wrap around Euijoo’s petite waist, their kisses getting more sloppy and desperate, the temperature rising in the small hotel room. Nicholas picks him up and throws him back on the bed, then kisses him again. He guides Euijoo’s hands up, locking them close to the headboard before slipping the handcuff on his wrists and clicking them shut. Euijoo flinches at the sound and squirms as Nicholas tightens the handcuff around his small wrists.
Euijoo is so dainty, so fragile… Nicholas wants nothing more than to completely ruin him.
“How is it?” He cannot stop himself from asking. “If it’s too tight, I can loosen it. Don’t want you to get hurt.” His thumb runs along Euijoo’s lower lip, wiping away the mix of their saliva and caressing the bite mark he left just a minute ago.
“It’s good.” Euijoo whimpers, getting restless under him. “I like the pain.” he admits in a whisper.
It ignites something in Nicholas’ chest. Something dormant, a blinking fire of passion and hunting extinct that he’s never realized he had.
“Gosh. You cannot say that.” he shakes his head, sitting back on his soles to finally free himself of his baggy jeans. The relieved sigh that leaves his lips as the heavy material is lifted off his confined cock is almost embarrassing. Euijoo being tied up only for him to use, only for him to play with, arouses him more than anything else ever could. “I want you so badly.”
“I want you, Nichol.” Euijoo whines, and his heels dig into the mattress impatiently. “Please.”
Nicholas cannot say no to him, not when he looks at him with those doe eyes, his voice almost too high to be even heard. His fingers hook into Euijoo’s boxers and hurriedly drag them down on his flawless, long legs. Euijoo should really become a model, though Nicholas is not sure he would be able to contain his jealousy if just anyone could feast their eyes on his Euijoo.
His lips attach to Euijoo’s perfect belly, kissing his way down on him, the younger squirming under him. Euijoo can’t run away from him now. His eyes are fixed on Euijoo’s face, his red cheeks, his pouty lips, his desperate eyes… Nicholas wishes he could paint him just like this, have him engraved on the inside of his eyelids, to see him every time he closes his eyes. He kisses his way down on Euijoo’s inner thighs, first the left one then the right, wanting to worship Euijoo like he deserves.
Nicholas pulls back, his big hand wrapping around Euijoo’s length before he kisses the tip of it. Euijoo’s whole body shivers, the hairs on his leg standing up. Nicholas’ jaw goes slack, taking him in whole and Euijoo moans as he hits the back of his throat. Nicholas starts to bob his head along his length, eyes bearing into his lover’s own.
“Stop- stop looking at me like… you are going to eat me up.” Euijoo whines and it pulls a deep, guttural sound from Nicholas. His intentions might be clearer than he thought. He is absolutely eating Euijoo up, drooling around him, the room filled with slurping sounds as he hollows his cheeks around him.
“Nichol… please.” Euijoo’s hands rattle his restraints, the chains clinking against the bedframe. He wants to touch Nicholas, pull him in to have his way with him, Nicholas knows. Euijoo is so cute, Nicholas smirks, pulling back only to smear Euijoo’s precum on his fingers. “Please…” Euijoo pleads again, his back arched. Nicholas grabs his waist with his clean hand and flips him on his side, for easy access to his hole.
“Don’t be so impatient, baby.” Nicholas coos. “You know we need to prep you.” he tells him gently, fingertips covered in Euijoo’s precum circling him.
“What for?” Euijoo whines, pushing his ass out. “You just had me in the bathroom before the show.”
“Do you only want me for quickies? How cruel, Juju.” Nicholas clicks his tongue dismissively, while his index and middle finger slip in with ease. Euijoo moans at the sensation.
“No… of course not.” Euijoo turns his head, chasing Nicholas’ lips, and the latter complies without a second of hesitation. If Euijoo asked him to jump out of a plane for him, Nicholas would do it.
Their lips crash against each other as Nicholas’ fingers open Euijoo, delicious squelching sounds filling the room. Euijoo sucks on his tongue, their saliva connecting their lips in a small, glistening thread. Euijoo is squirming under him, lifting his legs and shifting closer to Nicholas. The back of Euijoo’ thighs brush the tip of his cock and it makes Nicholas moan in his mouth. His fingers dig into Euijoo’s side roughly, knowing all too well it will leave a mark but Nicholas is slowly losing control. He rolls his hips forward, chasing friction between Euijoo’s thighs. It seems Euijoo can truly read his mind as he closes his legs, squeezing them around Nicholas’ massive cock.
They moan in unison as Nicholas starts moving his hips, fingers curling inside Euijoo. Nicholas pulls back from the kiss swiftly and starts kissing his way down on Euijoo’s spine, leaving a hickey right under his shoulder blade.
“Stop.” Euijoo groans, words muffled as he buries his face into the pillows. He is so pliant and beautiful. Nicholas’ perfect plaything. “They will see.”
“What if I want them to?” Nicholas groans, snapping his hips forward, pushing Euijoo into the mattress.
“I-“ Euijoo whimpers breathlessly, the mental clinking above him as his body twists more.
“I want to be yours… I would do anything to be the only thing that you think of.” Nicholas mutters against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Nichol- please.” Euijoo whimpers, pushing his round cheeks back against Nicholas’ hand. “Take me… make me yours.”
“You are mine.” Nicholas says, pulling his fingers out at once and cupping Euijoo’s cheeks, fingers pressed into his jaw, forcing him to look at Nicholas. “Keep your eyes on me.”
Euijoo’s cheeks are flustered, his eyes getting wet as he looks up at him. He’s right on the edge, pleading for his release. When Nicholas pushes inside of him, Euijoo gasps without a word, and Nicholas holds him in place. “That’s my good boy.” he groans and before Euijoo can fight it, Nicholas smashes his lips on his to shut him up, his thumb still digging into his jaw. At the same time, his hips snap forward, the chain clattering against the headboard as it hits the wall with each thrust.
Nicholas angles his thrust to hit Euijoo’s sweet spot over and over again, his own lust and want ridding him of all coherent thoughts. Euijoo bites down on his lip so harshly it draws blood, and Nicholas pulls back with a hiss.
“What is it?” Nicholas huffs, licking the bite mark on his lower lip, stopping his movements for a second.
“Wanted to see you come.” Euijoo whines. “Don’t stop, you tool.”
Nicholas’ cock twitches inside Euijoo and he picks up pace. They keep eye contact, their loud moans mixing and echoing off the walls. Nicholas hopes everyone in the surrounding rooms can hear how well he makes Euijoo feel. Nicholas’ long chain keeps hitting Euijoo in the face and the younger bites on it, pulling him closer. It is the hottest thing Nicholas has ever experienced, he can feel his stomach tighten at the mere sight of Euijoo.
“Shit, you are so fucking sexy.” He moans, his thrust becoming erratic. “I’m close-“
“Inside.” Euijoo commands, and Nicholas is ready to fight back before he continues. “I need to feel you fill me up… I need to feel you dripping out of me as you fuck me through it.”
“Fuck.” Nicholas swears in Mandarin, his brain switching back to default as his instincts take over. His free hand wraps around Euijoo’s cock and the younger fucks up into it at a pace matching Nicholas’ thrusts.
Nicholas comes in mere seconds, with a deep, animalistic, guttural sound, his whole body convulsing at the sensation. Their moans are now accompanied by the wet sounds of Nicholas’ thick cock sliding in and out of Euijoo’s leaking hole. It’s so delicious, Nicholas doesn’t want to stop.
“Nichol…” Euijoo whines cutely, arching his back more and as Nicholas' thumb slides onto the slit of his cock, he comes apart with a plea of his name, broken into a loud moan. Nicholas’ hand and Euijoo’s beautiful tummy are painted white, and Nicholas kisses him like Euijoo is his whole world — and in all honesty, he is.
Euijoo is his home, his soulmate, his destiny. All these languages Nicholas speaks, yet he doesn’t have the words that could describe the feeling booming in his chest and radiating through every inch of his body.
“Juju, I-” he whispers, but bites back the words with a gentle smile. “Are you alright?” he asks, one arm sneaking around his body to hug him close, while the other reaches up to massage his raw wrists.
“Yeah.” Euijoo is gasping for air, closing his eyes. “I’m okay.”
“Hope I didn’t go too hard. You still need to perform tomorrow.” he says lightheartedly, before he reaches for the bedside table and takes the key to free Euijoo. The other sighs as the handcuffs loosen around his wrists and his arms drop back limply. Nicholas doesn’t waste a second to scoop him up in his arms and kiss him all over his shoulders.
They are quiet for a minute, serene, comfortable in each other’s arms, their quiet huffs surrounding them like a soft blanket.
Euijoo is the first one to break the silence. “Nichol…”
“Hm?” Nicholas hums, already half asleep. His fingertips caress Euijoo’s arms, his back flat against Nicholas’ wide chest. Nicholas absolutely loves their size difference. It almost compensates him for the few centimeters Euijoo has on him in height.
“Happy birthday.” Euijoo whispers.
Nicholas opens one eye to peek at him. Euijoo is watching him with a gentle smile, his messy fringe half covering his eyes. Nicholas’ heart skips a beat.
“Oh, right. It will be today.” Nicholas hums. In the haste of the tour, he completely forgot it was coming up. “What did you get me?” He asks half-heartedly, picking up Euijoo’s delicate hands and he starts playing with his fingers.
“You will get it after the concert.”
They fall back in their comfortable silence as they both get mesmerized by the way their hands slot together, Euijoo’s soft skin and slender fingers a perfect contrast to Nicholas’ thick fingers and rough, calloused skin.
Nicholas almost doesn’t catch the words as he’s levitating on the edge of sleep.
“I love you, Yixiang.” Euijoo whispers quietly in Mandarin.
“I love you, Euijoo.” Nicholas replies in Korean, his voice hardly above a whisper as his heart drums away in his chest.
Maybe this will be his best birthday yet. Maybe Euijoo is the only birthday present he ever needed.