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Jooyeon still feels the music vibrating in his ears after he leaves the stage. The remains of adrenaline rushing through his veins keep him warm because without them, Jooyeon would be sneezing his heart out the way Jiseok is right now.
They’re all drenched from head to toe —some maybe less than others— but one thing is for sure: the rain has not spared Jooyeon even a bit. His white excuse of shirt is now fully translucent, wet fabric sticking uncomfortably against his skin, revealing the subtle crease of an ab or a pectoral. Everyone must have gone wild about it but Jooyeon isn’t lucid enough to think about it. Right now, his goal is just to get some spare clothes before the cold gets to him.
He asks around and gets told to look for a specific trailer that is said to have a shower inside. Jooyeon sure is in need of a hot one.
He slides away from the backstage after leaving his electronic equipment and jogs around the destined area in hopes to find the trailer quickly. All he has is a towel around his neck and despite the warm temperatures outside, the mix of sweat and rainwater have made his skin go cold already.
Eventually, Jooyeon finds the door of the trailer he was given the keys of. He fidgets with them for a bit in search of the right one and when he does find it, he gets startled as a pair of hands find their way to his waist.
“Wow, so eager to shower you didn’t even stop to tell me I did a good job?”
Jooyeon relaxes under the touch when he recognizes the familiar voice purring close to his ear.
“Jun… Fuck you scared me baby, I didn’t hear you coming.”
“How could you, you’re trembling like a leaf and your teeth are cackling.”
Jooyeon hadn’t even noticed that he was right. His body had gone so numb he didn’t even feel his teeth knocking together. And when he turns around to face Hyeongjun, he sees his eyes drift to his lips, but not in the way they usually did.
“What?” He asks since Hyeongjun only stares.
“They’re purple. Your lips.”
“Do something about it then.”
Hyeongjun just raises his painted eyes to meet his and after a small silence passes, he eventually pulls Jooyeon into a kiss.
His lips are way warmer, almost hot compared to Jooyeon’s trembling ones. With each kiss they lay, Jooyeon feels his body heat up again, even more when Hyeongjun’s hands find his narrow hips.
“You’re drenched…” Hyeongjun whispers at the seam of his lips. “Everyone saw what’s under your shirt…”
Jooyeon lets out a satisfied sigh when he feels him run a finger along the entire length of his chest, stopping right at the edge of his pants.
“Are you jealous that they did..?” He manages to tease in a breach of an instant where his mind isn’t drifting away because of Hyeongjun’s ministrations.
“No. Because I know I’m the only one that gets to see what’s underneath. Actually no,” he corrects, “to feel what’s underneath…”
This time Jooyeon can’t help but let out a soft moan when Hyeongjun’s cold and callused fingers find their way underneath the fabric of his shirt and roam around his torso, leaving cold little trails behind every parcel of skin they touch. It imprints on Jooyeon’s body but also on his mind because now he truly cannot focus on anything other than Hyeongjun feeling him up.
A groan escapes his lips when Hyeongjun steals another kiss from him, too lightfeathered than what he would have liked.
“You’re being such a tease today, what’s with you..?”
Hyeongjun doesn’t answer his question straight away, he chooses to pamper his neck with kisses instead. Jooyeon can’t tell if the goosebumps on his skin are there because of the cold of the rain or the heat of their deeds.
“I’m just feeling good today, that’s all…” He finally stops his movements to look Jooyeon back in the eyes, “And I want you to feel good too, because you did a great job and you deserve it.”
Fuck Hyeongjun and his awarness to his praise kink.
The sentence goes straight to his dick and if he wasn’t hard already, he now sure is. Hyeongjun is looking at him through his lashes, with his fake doe-eyed expression that does nothing to help. Jooyeon just wants to ruin him and for Hyeongjun to ruin him back.
A sudden sneeze cuts his contemplation short though and he knows it’s time to move.
“Come with me, we’ll do it in the shower. I’m gonna die of hypothermia if I stay outside for even one more second.”
And Hyeongjun follows him with a giggle because he might not look like it but he is as much of a rascal as Jooyeon is sometimes and right now, the only thing that he wants is to feel Jooyeon. Whether or not he’s on the verge of death seems to be of very little worry to him.
Jooyeon rushes to the small bathroom where the shower stall is so small he isn’t even sure two people can fit inside. But given how they’re not looking for space anyway, it doesn’t seem like it will be a problem.
Hyeongjun is already taking his sweater off when he takes off his shoes, but it’s his turn to finally get rid of the shirt, Hyeongjun grabs him by the wrist.
“Don’t.”
“Why?”
“I want you to keep it in the shower.”
Jooyeon frankly just wants to get rid of the sticky feeling on his skin.
“Won’t you see my chest better if there is no fabric at all?” He tries, but he soon realizes it’s pretty useless. Hyeongjun seems pretty fixated on the idea. He walks up to him until his naked chest touches his own, lips only mere centimeters apart from his when he starts speaking up again.
“It defeats the tension. I want to feel like I was on stage with you, sucking you off in the rain with everybody watching… Showing them all I’m yours…” His eyes cross when he looks at him, Jooyeon gulps dryly. “Do you get it?”
“You’re such a freak Jun…”
“I don’t think you’ve chosen me for my innocence Jooyeon. I think this is exactly what turns you on. You’re as much of a freak as I am.”
“Fuck.” He inhales sharply. “Yes, fuck, I am.”
“Good. Show me then.”
And Jooyeon doesn’t lose another second.
He pulls Hyeongjun in a much more heated kiss than before, lets his tongue slip into his mouth with want because playing hard to get is useless in this situation. Hyeongjun knows how much he wants him and he wants him just as much. So Jooyeon doesn’t take it for granted. He kisses him like every contact could be the last, full of need and passion, making sure to drink up every little sound that Hyeongjun lets slip through his lips.
His hands work Hyeongjun’s belt open before his because he is always Jooyeon’s priority. Sometimes he feels like a puppy dog getting ordered around, because the tone of Hyeongjun’s quiet voice is loud enough to dampen every other in his mind. He’s the only one that can tell him what to do, the only one who can turn him into a person he would never become in front of anybody else. Obedient and docile. Words that didn’t rhyme with Jooyeon in any other context than this one.
And Hyeongjun knows that. The bastard knows it well, even, because he had always had everybody wrapped around his finger but had never quite enjoyed it as much as with Jooyeon. There was just something about having such a confident man —one that considered himself to be a king— comply with his needs and demands without the ounce of a fight. Like an adrenaline shot straight to the ego.
Once Jooyeon frees him from his jeans, he helps the latter take off his own pants and soon enough, they’re pressed against each other, Hyeongjun’s fully naked body against Jooyeon’s still half-clothed one as the hot water starts pouring behind them.
Jooyeon sighs in delight at the new-found warmth, almost forgetting that Hyeongjun is kissing his neck because of how good it feels. It’s like every part of his body is coming back to life and now he can fully give his attention to his partner because he is no longer worried about dying of a cold.
The only thing he’s scared of dying now is of pleasure, because Hyeongjun has surely teased him enough to make him feel the ache of his neglected hardened cock asking to be taken care of. If nothing happens soon, he fears his heart might give in.
Thankfully Hyeongjun picks up on it —wether it’s from that or his seemingly very apparent lust— because he decides to drop on his knees, a little further from Jooyeon’s body so he can admire him from underneath. His hands are fixed on his hips, pulling the fabric of Jooyeon’s now fully wet shirt so it can make the outline of his body appear clearer.
Jooyeon flushes under his gaze. There is something in the way Hyeongjun is looking at him that makes him feel terribly lightheaded and exposed.
“You’ve got such a beautiful body Joo… Do you think they know? How beautiful you’re looking for me right now?”
Jooyeon can hardly articulate a proper answer. He mumbles something that sounds like a curse under his breath but Hyeongjun hardly acknowledges it because his eyes fall lower, to where the outline of his dick sticks out behind the shirt. He presses the fabric more, so he can see it even better.
“You haven’t shaved.” He states, as he runs a curious finger from Jooyeon’s belly button all the way through the dark patch of hair down to the base of his dick, not touching even an inch of it yet. “Do you think they could see your trail? Because I can sure see it like this… Maybe your pants were high enough. Maybe your shirt wasn’t as wet…”
He doesn’t leave Jooyeon the time to reply because his tongue licks a long stripe along his clothed dick, base to tip, sending shivers down Jooyeon’s spine.
He hates how unphased Hyeongjun looks, how his eyes are still looking at him with an expression that seems so unbothered by the fact he’s covering his cock in kisses and licks like it’s just an everyday mundane task.
“Fuck… Hyeongjun…”
“Mh?”
Jooyeon knows Hyeongjun likes to hear him beg, because it’s humiliating and because he is always used to getting what he wants so Hyeongjun rejoices in making him work for it, but Jooyeon doesn’t know if he can do it right now. He just desperately needs Hyeongjun to take him properly in his mouth. Now. Fast.
“Jun… Babe…”
“What was that?” Hyeongjun answers as he still continues to lick long stripes of his dick, never for long enough to make it satisfying. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
“You fucker, you know damn well what I want.”
“Mh, do I?”
Jooyeon feels his sanity slipping. He grabs a fistful of Hyeongjun’s raven hair, tries to push his face against him but all Hyeongjun does is shoving his face against his hip and biting it.
“Ack! You—”
“Ask nicely.”
“Jun.”
“I can leave you on your own if you’d rather want that. I came because I thought it’d be nice to have a moment together but I don’t mind helping myself out. Your choice.”
The frustration is nagging at Jooyeon’s ego, overpowering it too much for him to still care.
Jooyeon is unbelievably hard right now. So hard he’s getting desperate.
He throws every last bit of dignity he has left and looks back down at Hyeongjun who’s still lazily giving his cock bits of attention to keep him stimulated.
“Please let me fuck your face Jun, I need you so bad.”
“So bad it wouldn’t be enough to get off on your own?”
“I— Yes. This bad.”
“Say it.” Hyeongjun insisted.
“So bad it wouldn’t be enough to get off on my own.”
Jooyeon wants to wipe off the cheeky smirk that appears on Hyeongjun’s face.
“There you go. Good boy.”
And Hyeongjun finally pushes the white shirt out of the way so he can properly take Jooyeon in his mouth. He isn’t gentle with it: swallows him down almost to the base, and comes back up with his teeth gently grazing at the skin. It makes Jooyeon hiss but the sensation just gets him off even more. He blamed Hyeongjun and his masochist agenda for dragging him into it.
“Fuck baby you’re driving me insane…”
Hyeongjun answers him by hollowing his cheeks and holding his gaze from underneath, from where Jooyeon can do nothing but staring back with half-lidded eyes.
The hot water pouring behind him gets on Hyeongjun’s face. It drags his dark makeup away, leaves black traces of mascara and liner run down his cheeks. Jooyeon thinks he looks like a work of art.
But he also remembers how Hyeongjun has made him work for it and Jooyeon deems he deserves an award so he gets a good grip on Hyeongjun’s dark hair and starts pushing his head a little harder.
Hyeongjun lets him. They’ve done this before, he knows what to do in case it’s too much but for the moment he seems just as blissed out to be used in this way. He lets Jooyeon control the pace at the back of his head, lets him rut his hips forward until he feels the tip at the back of his throat. His hands grip the side of his hips, sometimes digging his nails in the flesh because of some deeper thrusts, but he hums in satisfaction at how full his mouth feels. Jooyeon pulls on the roots on purpose because he knows it makes him moan and the vibrations of it just add more to his arousal.
The familiar buildup in Jooyeon’s lower body starts to appear. His thrusts are messier, rushed and trembling as he feels the release edging closer. He looks down at Hyeongjun, finds the gaze he’s trying really hard to maintain from underneath. Somewhere amongst the water droplets must be hidden some tears from all the effort he’s doing, but he loves it. Jooyeon can see it in his eyes. They have that specific spark only Jooyeon gets to see, whenever they are feeling each other up and making the other see stars.
Jooyeon hopes he’s the only one Hyeongjun will ever show these sparks to. He wants to keep them for himself, like a prized possession only he can have.
“I’m so close… How do you want it baby, tell me fast…”
Hyeongjun says nothing. He just backs away from his cock and starts rubbing him hard and fast, like Jooyeon always does when he finishes. And when he opens his mouth and pulls his tongue out, Jooyeon is unable to contain himself any longer. He can only watch Hyeongjun’s face getting painted white, on every parcel of his skin.
His mouth and tongue get the most of it and he manages to aim it away from his eyes but by the time Jooyeon has come down from his orgasm, Hyeongjun’s face is fully covered in his cum.
Jooyeon gets unbelievably turned on by the thought of it. Because that’s his doing; Hyeongjun’s face is a work of art that he is the author of.
“All good?” Hyeongjun asks him after seeing he hasn’t moved in a while. And when he runs his tongue above his lips to gather as much liquid as he can before swallowing it, Jooyeon urges him back up so he can pull him into a heated open-mouthed kiss.
He wants to taste himself on his tongue, to feel how Hyeongjun had felt when swallowing him up, to kiss the face of the man that is turning him more and more insane everyday.
The water from the shower drowns their sounds but they can feel them in each other’s mouths. It washes them away but it cannot take the feelings that are hiding underneath. Because now Jooyeon has a clearer mind and he can fully acknowledge how every part of him is just filled with Hyeongjun.
They hadn’t had much time to be together lately. Concerts, festivals, promotions; everything had kept them busy. But right now in this very moment, it’s just the two of them, away from the world and everything else and Jooyeon can just let himself kiss Hyeongjun’s breath away.
“You did so good…” He whispers in between two kisses. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Yeah? You liked it?”
“Yes but not just this… You did good on stage. You said I ran away before I could tell you so I’m telling you now. You did. You always do but today you really did.”
Hyeongjun appreciates the attention. He snuggles against Jooyeon’s neck and hums softly as he lets his eyes close by themselves under the relaxing sensation of the warm water washing everything from his face and body.
He likes that Jooyeon doesn’t forget about him, that he doesn’t need to remind him of his existence for him to notice. He’s always on Jooyeon’s mind and he knows that, Jooyeon has proved it enough times already. It’s just good to know that he can have Jooyeon on both a physical and emotional plane. It’s reassuring.
He lets Jooyeon cradle him in his arms until he feels his hands slowly gliding towards the small of his back, pausing at the top of his ass. Jooyeon stays there for a minute, until Hyeongjun raises his face at him with a quiet expression.
“Can I get you off?”
Hyeongjun gently nods. He somewhat feels tired, although it wasn’t his body that was worked out, so he lets himself be a little selfish and waits for Jooyeon to do all the work.
He lightly grunts when he backs away to discard his wet shirt on the sink but soon the familiar warmth of his body comes back and this time, when Jooyeon kisses him, it’s all soft and passionate.
“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Mhm…”
There isn’t an ounce of teasing in his body anymore. He’s played his little game enough; now he only wants to be taken care of and he fully trusts Jooyeon with the task. He gently hums into Jooyeon’s mouth when one of his hands gets a hold of his ass while the other slowly roams down all the way to his hardened cock. Jooyeon wraps a hand around him and starts gently stroking him, all while still messily making out.
“I love you so much Jun, you know that?”
“Mhm… Love you too…”
Jooyeon lets his other hand run along the soft curve of his ass, then lets a finger glide to his rim. When he gently pushes against it, Hyeongjun lets out a quiet gasp and leans his head against Jooyeon’s shoulder.
“Did you like seeing me wet on stage like that?”
“Yeah… You were very hot…”
A soft smile appears on Jooyeon’s face. He places a kiss on the crown of Hyeongjun’s head before softly pressing a finger inside of him. He makes sure the hand stroking him is enough to distract him from the discomfort.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t as present on stage with you. I should have looked at you more, you were so beautiful there…”
“It’s okay, you can always jerk off to my fancams if you want.” Hyeongjun says it as a joke but Jooyeon might actually consider it. He speeds his movements on Hyeongjun’s dick just enough to have him sigh a bit more. “You’re making up for it just right though…”
“Yeah? Feels good?”
“So good… Keep going…”
So Jooyeon indulges. He makes sure that every movement has Hyeongjun shiver in pleasure, eyebrow furrowing softly and mouth slightly parting. He can’t help but steal a kiss from him here and there and when Hyeongjun’s grip starts to tighten on his shoulders, he pours all of his focus into giving him the perfect orgasm.
He searches for that sweet spot inside of Hyeongjun and when he gets his finger on it, he deepens his movements until Hyeongjun starts panting against his skin, softly nibbling at his shoulder.
“That’s it baby, just let it go…”
And Hyeongjun does. He spills in his hand with a long quiet moan and only when Jooyeon has made sure to help him ride his orgasm completely does he breathe steadily again.
They remain pressed against each other in silence for a little moment, to let their thoughts clear away with the hot water of the shower. Their bodies feel clean and warmed up but the fatigue from both their activities and the concert they had just given was starting to kick in.
“We need to get cleaned up so we can join the others and get some rest…”
“Mhm… I know…”
Hyeongjun doesn’t move though and neither does Jooyeon. They’re feeling so good here, unbothered by anything, just appreciating the moment.
But duty called. It was already a great deal that they had managed to have some time for them, for this kind of activity; they had to be grateful for it and not waste time or take risks getting caught.
Jooyeon decides on a compromise though. Because he loves Hyeongjun too much and he wants to spend as much time as he can with him.
“Wanna sleep together at the dorm tonight?”
“That’d be nice…”
“Alright. We’ll do this then.”
And Hyeongjun smiles against him because there is nothing more he wants in the entire world than to sleep cradled in his arms.
Although Jooyeon’s annoying when he snores.
But he can make an abstraction of it, because Jooyeon looks good enough to be worth it.