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There was always an energy that stayed with Yonghoon for hours after shows. Even at his most tired, the performance high kept adrenaline pumping through him long after they came off stage and headed home. Sometimes he went for a walk, or to the gym, to work it off. Other times he dragged Hyungu into their room, locking the door behind him and tearing into Hyungu with a ferality they rarely tapped into outside of the post-concert high. There was just something about the rush of performance, the heat of it, and Yonghoon had always found sex the easiest way to channel it.
Today’s show had been an earlier one - an afternoon festival performance, a quick dinner, then piling into the company van to get carted home. Yonghoon’s knee bounced, brushing against Hyungu’s leg where they sat pressed together in the middle row. They were still in their concert outfits—sometimes it was just easier to go home or back to the company building and clean up there—and Yonghoon could still feel his shirt sticking damp to his back, despite both the water and sweat having long since dried. Hyungu was sitting calmly beside him, scrolling on his phone.
Hyungu’s energy was never as high as Yonghoon’s, either on or off stage, but he usually didn’t have a problem keeping up with Yonghoon when he needed to. Yonghoon smiled at the thought.
“Hyungu-ya,” he said softly.
“Mm?” Hyungu hummed, not looking up from his phone.
Yonghoon leaned in closer, putting his hand onto the inside of Hyungu’s thigh and slightly squeezing it through his jeans.
That made Hyungu pause his scrolling.
“Hyungu-ya,” Yonghoon said again, even more softly. Though they’d mostly cooled down from the mid-summer performance in the van’s air conditioning, he could still smell the sweat of the day on Hyungu, the scent of his deodorant mixing with his natural smell. It was both familiar and alluring, and Yonghoon turned his face in toward Hyungu’s neck and inhaled deeply.
Yonghoon’s leg was still bouncing with energy, and he knew that he didn’t have to say what was going through his mind for Hyungu to know.
“Hyung,” Hyungu said, a warning. Their manager was driving just in front of them, Giuk scrolling his phone in the front seat, while Dongmyeong and Harin were behind them, doing who knew what. They all knew, of course, that he and Hyungu were together, and it wasn’t like Yonghoon actually wanted them to see anything. But the warning in Hyungu’s voice sent a little thrill down his body nonetheless.
He squeezed Hyungu’s thigh a little tighter. He wouldn’t get hard while in the van surrounded by his best friends and coworkers. He wouldn’t. But he could think about it, a little. He could think about what he wanted to do to Hyungu, or just about how much he wanted to lick at the sweat-salty skin of Hyungu’s neck. He took another deep inhale instead.
“I feel disgusting,” Hyungu said, wiggling a little at Yonghoon’s breath on his neck. “I need a shower when we get home.”
Oh, Yonghoon thought. He’d been considering asking Hyungu if he could fuck his mouth, or maybe let Yonghoon ride him—that really helped to get excess energy out—but the shower. There had been water flung all over the place at the festival, and Hyungu had already had damp hair stuck to forehead all afternoon. Why hadn’t he thought of him in the shower? Yonghoon’s brain immediately supplied more images of Hyungu with water streaming down his body, soapy hands running all over his skin.
“Mmm,” he said, with interest, and had to shift his hips a little, trying to readjust. He wasn’t hard in a van surrounded by his best friends and coworkers. His body was just a little bit interested, and that was understandable, as he was pressed against his very objectively hot boyfriend.
“Hyung,” Hyungu said, sounding almost amused now, and Yonghoon sighed dramatically. He picked his head up and looked out the window, relieved to find that they were already on their street.
The manager dropped Giuk and Harin off at the company building first, since Giuk basically lived out of his studio half the time anyway, and if Yonghoon could have possibly thought of any reason to suggest that Dongmyeong stay at the company too so they could have the apartment to themselves, he would have. Instead, he stayed quiet, and let their manager drop the three of them off at their apartment building a minute later.
“I’m gonna go shower first,” Hyungu said as Dongmyeong entered the code to their apartment and they all filed inside. They didn’t have a set order for bathroom access in situations like this, but they all knew that Hyungu hated the feeling of needing to shower the most, and usually let him have it.
“I’ll join you,” Yonghoon said, shameless, but he at least tried to keep his voice light and unincriminating. “To save time.”
Hyungu met his eyes behind Dongmyeong’s back and lifted an eyebrow, both of them knowing that whatever Yonghoon had in mind wouldn’t save any time at all.
“Thanks, hyung,” Dongmyeong said, slipping his shoes off, not looking at either of them before heading down the hall to his room, and Yonghoon smiled at Hyungu.
By the time they made it to the bathroom, Yonghoon’s skin was tingling with anticipation, energy still thrumming through him. He stripped his own shirt off the moment he closed the door and crossed the bathroom to where Hyungu was turning the water on. Hyungu had barely turned back around before Yonghoon crashed into him, pushing him into the wall and pressing their mouths together roughly. Yonghoon slid his hands up under Hyungu’s shirt, yanking on it until they finally tore apart for long enough to pull it off over Hyungu’s head.
With the shirt out of the way, Yonghoon took the opportunity to finally press his face fully into Hyungu’s neck, kissing open-mouthed at the muscle where his neck met his shoulder. He pressed his tongue firmly against Hyungu’s skin and licked wetly up the length of his neck, tasting the sweat of the day, filthy and salty and so deliciously Hyungu.
“Hyu—ah, ah,” Hyungu cut himself off with an inhale, shoulder curling up from the sensation. He was always extra sensitive on his neck, something Yonghoon rarely left un-exploited. “You’re so weird,” he added, with no bite, burying his fingers into Yonghoon’s hair.
“You looked so hot today,” Yonghoon said, not self-conscious at all about how much he enjoyed devouring him. He wanted all of Hyungu, all of him, now, on him, against him, everywhere. He grabbed at Hyungu’s jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and ripping them open.
“You say that every day,” Hyungu said, helping Yonghoon by pushing his jeans and boxers down in one push, letting them fall to his ankles in a heap. Yonghoon, still pinning him against the wall, felt Hyungu kick them aside, away from the shower stream, and immediately ran his hands down to Hyungu’s bare hips to dig his fingers into the flesh of his ass. “Let’s get in.”
“I say it every day because you’re hot every day,” was the only thing Yonghoon said in answer, still mouthing at his neck. He did want to get his own pants off—he could feel himself straining against the unyielding denim of his jeans—but Hyungu tasted so good and felt so good, wiggling under Yonghoon like this.
Hyungu let Yonghoon nibble on his ear for another moment before finally using a handful of hair to tug him away, a motion that Yonghoon immediately felt in his cock. Hyungu had a slight smile on his face when Yonghoon met his gaze.
“Come on, the water’s hot,” Hyungu said, pushing him away and stepping aside into the stream of water.
Yonghoon was already fiddling with his own belt, pulling it just loose enough to slide his jeans and briefs off together, his dick springing free, almost fully hard already. He also kicked them across the room, never taking his eyes off of Hyungu, who now had water quickly darkening his hair, dripping in a stream down off of his chin, steam lightly curling up toward the ceiling. He’d closed his eyes and tilted his head up into it, gorgeous, and Yonghoon let his eyes follow the water down Hyungu’s body—down his chest, his stomach, into the tuft of hair where his cock sat, clearly half-hard too, and Yonghoon felt his heart beating in his ears, he was so turned on. He’d seen Hyungu’s body a hundred times now, but it really never got old. He looked back up, meeting Hyungu’s eyes, and licked his lips.
With his own clothes out of the way, Yonghoon stepped into the spray, pushing into Hyungu’s space and pressing their bodies together as he gripped Hyungu’s face, tilting it up to capture his mouth with his own. His cock pushed up against Hyungu’s stomach, and he could feel Hyungu cant his hips in response, his length rubbing against Yonghoon’s upper thigh.
Yonghoon kissed him for a long moment, licking into his mouth as the water beat onto their shoulders and ran down between them. He ran his hands down Hyungu’s chest, palms splayed across his waist, before reaching down to take him in hand. Hyungu’s breath hitched at the contact, gasping against Yonghoon’s mouth, and Yonghoon tore away to look at him as he started to pump.
“Kept thinking about you,” Yonghoon said, watching Hyungu’s face as his head fell back against the bathroom wall, eyes falling closed. His cheek twitched as Yonghoon’s hand enclosed his tip, turning around it, and Yonghoon’s own cock fucking throbbed with it, with the pleasure painted across Hyungu’s face under his own hands. “How good you looked. What I could ask you to do.”
Hyungu’s hands were gripping tight at Yonghoon’s waist, blunt nails digging into his skin. He exhaled heavily as his head rolled slightly to the side, eyes cracking open to gaze at Yonghoon. Tiny drops of water clumped his eyelashes together.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Thought about riding you,” Yonghoon said, pumping steadily now, tongue pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.
“We could have done that—”
“It’d take too long.”
“—If you weren’t so impatient,” Hyungu breathed, laughing lightly.
“I told you you looked hot today,” Yonghoon said, and it made Hyungu smile more, teeth peeking out behind plump, wet lips. Yonghoon didn’t know he could ever want Hyungu more than he already did, but the sight sent a shot of want through him, fierce and demanding.
Yonghoon’s free hand found Hyungu’s on his waist and tugged on it, prying it off and guiding it down to his own cock. Hyungu huffed another light laugh at Yonghoon’s insistence but wasted no time wrapping his fingers around him. He started to pump his length slowly, and Yonghoon’s answering groan echoed loudly off the bathroom walls.
“Quiet,” Hyungu half-whispered, laughing again as he pushed at Yonghoon’s hip.
“No,” Yonghoon said, letting his forehead fall forward onto Hyungu’s. Hyungu’s pace was slower than his, and it was torture, terrible, beautiful torture.
“You’re so annoying,” Hyungu said, voice low, and his breath was hot on Yonghoon’ cheek.
“So are you,” Yonghoon said, rubbing his face against Hyungu’s. “Go faster.”
Hyungu just hummed in response, turning to capture Yonghoon’s mouth in a kiss, hand still moving slow, torturously slow, and Yonghoon knew that Hyungu knew exactly what he was doing. Hyungu was always telling him to wait, making him take his time, building it up for ages, lifetimes, before he’d let Yonghoon come. But there was an urgency running through Yonghoon’s today, an energy buzzing under his skin.
“Please,” Yonghoon hummed against his lips. “Mm, Hyungu. Please.”
Hyungu shifted his hand, gripping him more tightly as he ran his thumb around the rim of the head of his cock. Yonghoon moaned into Hyungu’s mouth, hip jerking forward into his hand, which only rubbed his tip up against Hyungu’s stomach, making him groan even more.
“Please,” Yonghoon pleaded, one more time, breathy and desperate, and he could feel Hyungu react to that, moving with him, tugging their bodies closer together. Hyungu groaned low and finally, finally obliged, starting to pump in earnest, swiftly matching Yonghoon’s pace.
Yonghoon pressed his forehead harder against Hyungu’s, mouth falling open, breath heaving, water running down around his lips and off his chin. It was a rough, hot friction, the motion of their hands slicked only by water, but Yonghoon knew it wouldn’t take very long anyway. He gave himself over to the sensation, and everything was just heat, just the steam curling around them, just the wet slap of their motions echoing obscenely off the tile walls, just the rush and the pleasure of Hyungu beneath him, around him, touching him, breathing with him.
Then Yonghoon’s breath came shorter, heavier, pleasure mounting, and he groaned again loudly as his orgasm hit, shooting out a long rope of come between them, landing mostly on Hyungu’s stomach. Hyungu pumped him through it, and Yonghoon’s hips jerked forward into his hand as the blood rushed through him, heady and euphoric.
Yonghoon pressed his lips against Hyungu’s as he came down from his high, kissing him messy and wet and still tingling with pleasure. His own hand had slowed as he came, and though Hyungu kissed him back hungrily, he also started to thrust lightly into his hand, chasing the missing friction. Yonghoon kissed him once more before backing away and resuming his pace on Hyungu’s cock, hot under his hand, focus zeroing in now, only on him.
He watched intently as Hyungu’s eyes fluttered shut again, eyebrows squeezing together. Water streamed over his neck, his shoulders, running down his heaving chest, and Yonghoon would have been hard all over again at this view, if he hadn’t just come. All of this was his.
He let his eyes rake down Hyungu’s body, taking it all in, then slowed. He stopped, moving to swipe his hand up Hyungu’s stomach, gathering the remnants of his own come that was still stuck there, then wrapped his hand back around Hyungu. Yes, that was much better.
“Oh,” Hyungu sighed, letting his head fall back against the wall as Yonghoon started jerking him off even faster, slicker now. Hyungu’s hands clawed at Yonghoon’s hip, his scalp, and Yonghoon knew he was close. “H—Hyung,” he breathed, barely voiced, just a heavy exhale, cut by a gasp, fucking beautiful, gorgeous, everything.
“Come on, Hyungu,” Yonghoon said, and then Hyungu was tensing, yanking on a handful of Yonghoon’s hair, crying out into the echoing room, spilling hot into Yonghoon’s hand. Yonghoon watched him, every twitch of his muscles as his face twisted in pleasure, pumping fast until Hyungu was gasping, writhing, grabbing at his wrist, pulling his hand off of his now overly sensitive cock. He relaxed back onto the wall with a sigh and looked up at Yonghoon.
“Happy?”
Yonghoon smiled, licking his lips. “Very.”
Hyungu shook his head, smiling again, still breathing heavily.
“You didn’t seem too unhappy about it either,” Yonghoon pointed out, leaning away from Hyungu to hold his hand up to the stream of water, rinsing off the layer of their combined come coating it.
“I can’t complain,” Hyungu said, fingertips scratching lightly at Yonghoon’s scalp, massaging where he’d tugged at it before. His eyes flicked to the stream of water falling mostly on Yonghoon. “We are wasting a lot of water, though.”
Yonghoon leaned into his touch, letting his hand fall back to Hyungu’s hip, not in any rush to stop wasting said water. “It’s not like we do this all the time,” Yonghoon said. “And we can clean up quick.”
He leaned down and pressed a long kiss to Hyungu’s lips. He always savored this moment, when the urgency and the need had passed, when it left both of them warm and slow and hazy in the afterglow of the endorphin rush.
They kissed deeply for a long moment until Hyungu slid both hands to Yonghoon’s chest and pushed him away. Yonghoon made a sound of protest as his lips chased after Hyungu’s, only to close around air.
“We can kiss more after we shower,” Hyungu said firmly, extricating himself from Yonghoon’s embrace. He reached around him, then pressed Yonghoon’s own shampoo bottle into his chest. “Go on. You said you could clean up quick.”
Yonghoon pouted, but acquiesced, and they both made quick, efficient use of almost all of the rest of their time in the shower. Almost, because Hyungu at one point wordlessly handed Yonghoon his body wash just as Yonghoon was about to ask him for it, and Yonghoon said thank you, and then kissed him sweetly, and then kissed him a little more, and then had to be forcibly removed from Hyungu’s lips. Again.
The bathroom air was thick with moisture by the time they turned the shower off, and they gathered their slightly wet clothes, padding back to their room through the silent apartment with towels wrapped around their hips.
“We’re all set,” he said loudly down the hall, hoping to every higher power that Dongmyeong was deep in his room with very loud headphones. He paused for a moment to listen, but there was no answer. Thank God.
“I’ll text him,” Hyungu said as they filed into their room, heading straight to his bed. Yonghoon watched the muscles in his back shift as Hyungu dug his phone out of his bag, waist curving down to where his towel sat low and loose on his hips.
Yonghoon crossed the room in a few short steps and wrapped his arms around Hyungu’s waist.
“Hyungu,” he said, nosing at Hyungu’s ear, cheek pressed to wet hair. Hyungu smelled clean now, sweat and dirt of the day washed away by an earthy scented body wash. It wasn’t one bit less alluring.
“Mm?” Hyungu hummed, typing out a quick all set to Dongmyeong.
“Hyungu-ya.”
Hyungu pressed send on the text and tossed his phone back on his bed. He leaned back into Yonghoon, cradling his arms against his body, sighing, and Yonghoon knew that he’d already accepted whatever Yonghoon was going to say next. “What?”
“I still kind of want to ride you.”