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“Honestly, out of all the members, I can’t believe you and Yuta are dating.” Taeyong had told him this once — their leader never shied away from voicing an opinion. “It’s kind of weird.”
“What do you mean?” Doyoung tried not to sound too defensive. “I think we’re a cute couple.”
“You are cute. It’s just that you’re so normal and Yuta’s such a freak.”
Yuta wasn’t a freak, as far as Doyoung was concerned, he was just a hedonist. A connoisseur of pleasure, in fact. For someone like Doyoung, who had always led a disciplined life, it was a foreign concept. “It’s not hurting anybody,” that was Yuta’s famous adage. Whether it was getting drunk with Johnny and eating an entire bowl of raw cookie dough, or spending a questionable portion of his first NCT paycheck on expanding his anime collection, or kissing Doyoung on the balcony of their dorm and convincing him to be his boyfriend, Yuta was famous for living in the moment. There was something Doyoung found attractive about all those rough edges, and how Yuta never tried to apologize for any of them.
(Not to mention, Yuta made him laugh like nobody else, and he had the prettiest smile Doyoung had ever seen, and he gave the most amazing backrubs, and his shoulder was always open for anybody to cry on, not to mention how wildly gorgeous he was looking with his hair growing out— honestly, why were they all surprised that Doyoung said yes?)
“Wait. Okay. You can open your eyes now!” Yuta gave his shoulders a squeeze, and Doyoung timidly obeyed, breaking out into an instant smile. He was used to the way that the room looked when Taeil and Yuta had shared it, with two small beds on either side of the space, but since roommate shake-ups had led to Doyoung moving in and Taeil moving out, Yuta had pushed the beds together at one side and created the illusion of even more space. Doyoung’s things were still mostly boxed, but the bed was made up as a single queen, with Yuta’s stuffed animals lining the edge of the mattress and fairy lights wrapped around the bedposts. The very sight made him feel cozy, and he whirled around on his feet to give Yuta a kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“Get a room,” Mark called cheekily from the hallway, and Yuta snorted as he kicked the door closed.
“Good thing we have one now, right?” Yuta whispered, smiling against Doyoung’s lips. “Should we go test out the beds? I haven’t gotten laid since I moved into the dorms, so I don’t know if the frames are creaky…”
Instantly, a flush shot up Doyoung’s neck and tinged his cheeks, and he giggled softly, a nervous habit. “Okay, yeah…” He backed up to sit on the edge of the mattress, but Yuta fell naturally into the bed and gently pulled Doyoung down to join him. Yuta’s lips melted into his mouth, parting effortlessly, and Doyoung felt a little thrill as he dared to run his hands down Yuta’s toned chest. Living with seven band members and two managers, they had never found the privacy to hide together and really, properly make out— despite the excitement crackling in the air, Yuta took his time and didn’t rush a single kiss. His mouth trailed from Doyoung’s lips to his jaw and then down his neck, careful not to mark but still leaving sparks wherever it touched.
“So I should, uh, tell you…” Doyoung’s voice cracked halfway through his sentence, coinciding with Yuta’s thumb brushing against his nipple through his shirt, and he had to start again. “I should tell you now that I’ve never actually…” He trailed off, biting his lip.
“What do you mean?” Yuta glanced up at him, eyes wide. "Like, never gone all the way? Or never done anything?"
“Well, like you said, it’s not like we can sneak people into the dorms. I’ve been a trainee since I was seventeen, and by that time... I hadn't made it further than my first kiss,” Doyoung replied, feeling a little twinge of unease that perhaps he’d changed Yuta’s opinion of him. Maybe he’s just realizing that I barely even know how to kiss. “I’ve never had the opportunity, that’s all…”
“That makes sense. I’m not judging!” Yuta quickly affirmed, though he’d pulled back from his kisses, now simply hovering over him. “I guess I’m just surprised since you’re so handsome. I figured you were probably used to girls falling all over you.”
“Yeah, no. ”
“But,” Yuta went on, pretty lips turned up in a smirk. “This means that there’s so much for you to experience! And you have me to help you experience it!” Yuta’s hands ran coyly under Doyoung’s shirt, fingertips skimming his abs and making him shiver. “I’ll leave it up to you, though. If you’re saving it for something more special than a random Tuesday in the middle of the afternoon…”
“I think this random Tuesday is pretty special,” Doyoung defended, surprising himself with his bravery as he pulled Yuta back down to kiss him. “I wanna do it. I just can’t promise you that I’ll be any good at it…”
“Well, don’t even worry about being good at it,” Yuta whispered huskily, lips falling to Doyoung’s ear and giving him chills all over. “How ‘bout I let you just lay back and enjoy yourself?”
And so that was how Doyoung had his first sexual experience— while he was half-dressed and sprawled across their new “double bed”, Yuta made himself at home between his boyfriend’s spread legs and gave him a blowjob so perfect that it temporarily took away his ability to string syllables into words. Afterwards, they cuddled in the fading afternoon light, singing along to all the love songs on the radio and kissing each other wherever they could reach. “Everything about you is like a work of art,” Yuta had whispered, while Doyoung was still flushed and sweaty from sex, and he hadn’t known just what his boyfriend meant by that but he laughed at the absurdity anyway.
And when Jungwoo popped in their bedroom door later with a shit-eating grin to remind them that the walls were thin, Yuta replied without a care: “Just think of it as a romantic soundscape for you and Jaehyun. There might be an encore performance later tonight, if you’re lucky.”
//
Doyoung didn’t ever intend to become one of those couples that were attached at the hip, constantly sucking face, but then he and Yuta moved in together and that was exactly what happened. In their defense, it was impossible to act like a couple at music show tapings or on VLive recordings or anywhere that they could be seen, which was just about everywhere. In front of the members, they tried to keep things at least semi-contained, and if you factored in unskippable things like eating, sleeping, and showering, that didn’t leave very many hours in the week for face-sucking to occur. They had to take advantage of the few that they had, which meant fucking like bunnies on their days off, and not nearly enough the rest of the time.
“Hey— can I put my stuff down before you go jumping me?!”
“Nope.” Doyoung smirked wickedly, tugging the shopping bags out of Yuta’s hands and tossing them down by the closet door before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss. "That took way too long. Why do Mark and Donghyuck have to look in every store, every time we go to the mall?”
“Because they aren’t anxious to go home and get dicked down?” Yuta suggested helpfully, hands going directly for Doyoung’s fly. Clearly, they were on the exact same wavelength. “You’re such a little slut for me.” The word hit like a jolt of electricity, making Doyoung suddenly feel even hotter under his clothes— it was a word he had always thought would offend him, but the way Yuta purred it in his ear, it hit all the right chords. He kissed him desperately as their bodies fell to the bed; Yuta, predictably impatient, didn’t even bother removing Doyoung’s shirt, and had two fingers lubed inside him in record time.
“You look so fucking pretty, coming undone like this for me…” Yuta’s voice was a low growl in his ear, just the right tone to make him shiver. “You want more, baby? Another finger?”
What, he was supposed to form words with Yuta knuckle-deep inside of him? It was hard enough to make a coherent thought come together. A breathy moan escaped his lips, and he lifted his hips up, forcing Yuta’s fingers deeper.
“You can’t answer me?” Yuta asked in amusement, and suddenly his fingers slowed, making Doyoung whine. “You can’t take the easy way out, Doyoung-ie… tell me what you want.”
Doyoung bit his lip, resisting the instinct to ride Yuta’s fingers to an orgasm that was precariously close. He wanted to be good for him, he really did , but he had spent so much time conditioning himself to contain his noises so that they wouldn’t slip through the walls. If he opened his mouth, he wasn’t quite sure what he might accidentally say (or scream out in ecstasy). His fingers tightened in the sheets, and he closed his eyes, answering half-reluctantly: “I want… a-another…”
“You can do better than that , surely,” Yuta teased, making Doyoung flush even more. “A full sentence. And it probably wouldn’t hurt your chances to say please , hm?”
Doyoung pouted. Yuta grinned. Under normal circumstances, Doyoung felt like he could have outlasted Yuta’s patience on just about any matter, but this was a different matter. He needed it— as Yuta’s fingers began to retreat, leaving him empty, he swallowed his pride with surprising ease. “Hyung, please , I— I want you to fill me up.”
“Mm? With what, Doyoung-ie?” Yuta asked cheekily, sneaking a quick kiss from his parted lips.
“With your fucking cock! What else?” Doyoung might have said that a bit louder than he’d intended to, in his exasperation. He couldn’t hear Jaehyun or Jungwoo on the other side of the wall, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there.
“I knew you weren’t as quiet as you let on!” Yuta’s smile took on a triumphant edge when Doyoung yielded. He pulled his fingers back - Doyoung let out an involuntary whimper - and reached for the lube once more (after all, you could never have too much). He got himself prepared, lifted Doyoung’s hips effortlessly, and kissed him long and slow and deep as the first inches of his cock slid into him.
And then stopped.
“You’re so mean!” Doyoung whined, half-laughing at this point, digging his nails into Yuta’s shoulders for a fleeting sense of revenge that his boyfriend didn’t appear to mind in the slightest. “What do you want me to say? I want to feel every centimeter of you inside me, as deep as you can— I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight, is that too much to ask? ”
“Nope, that’s absolutely perfect .” Yuta couldn’t keep the laughter out of his voice, and Doyoung nearly complained, until Yuta’s hips pushed forward and filled him up. “I can’t help it! I like hearing that sweet little mouth of yours talk dirty…”
Of course, by the time he’d said this, he’d missed his opportunity, because every thrust of his hips left Doyoung further from being able to form a coherent word— still, Yuta dutifully gave him everything that he’d wanted and more. Yuta was a little shit, but his dedication to Doyoung’s pleasure was never lacking. Afterwards, as Doyoung lay panting and breathless on Yuta’s chest and let his boyfriend play with his hair, the thought occurred to him for the first time that this might be love.
//
Yuta was an excellent lay, and he was phenomenal at reading Doyoung’s body and giving him exactly what he needed. It was sort of like a superpower. Everything Yuta did, Doyoung fell in love with— the way he tugged Doyoung’s head back by his hair to kiss his neck, the soft bites and hickeys that left pink bruises on his stomach and hips and thighs.
The most intriguing thing, though, was that Yuta knew things about sex that Doyoung hadn’t imagined . Yuta’s experience left him unafraid of doing just about anything.
“ Hnh … hyung, I can’t believe you’re doing that…”
“What do you mean?” Yuta spoke up from between his legs, his breath giving him the strangest sensation as it traveled over his wet skin.
“Just… ah… l-licking me there…”
“Why not? You just got out of the shower, didn’t you?” It was a silly question, when his damp towel was still bunched up beneath his raised hips, but it made his point well enough. He didn’t give Doyoung a chance to answer, either, his tongue venturing once more between his spread cheeks and and making his head swim with pleasure. “The more important question is, does it feel good?”
“I mean… yes…” A wave of heat washed over him as he admitted it, which Yuta was fortunately too distracted to notice.
“Well, there you go. You’re welcome,” Yuta teased huskily, reaching around him to jerk his cock and setting back to work with his superbly talented tongue until Doyoung was blowing his load in the towel beneath him.
No one else that Doyoung knew was quite like Yuta. He was intelligent, hardworking, generous, and yet so invested in indulgence— his own and Doyoung’s. “Acceptably selfish”, Yuta had called it once. “Take pleasure where you can find it. I work too hard to not enjoy my time off, exactly how I want to!” The explanation made him laugh, but when Doyoung thought about it, he was surprised to find that he agreed. Maybe Yuta was slowly turning him into a hedonist, too.
//
Without a doubt, Nakamoto Yuta was the only person that Doyoung would ever trust to tie him up. His touch was firm but careful as he worked— looping nylon rope around his wrists, fastening them to the headboard, and then spreading his legs and cuffing his ankles to the bedposts. He was thorough - he tightened everything like he meant it - but he still slipped his fingers lovingly beneath the ropes at each point, making sure that it was all comfortable. “Is this okay?”
“I’m not that delicate! You’re not going to hurt me!”
“Well, I can’t be too careful! You’re very precious to me.” Yuta pressed a kiss to his lips, perhaps to distract him as he slipped the blindfold quickly over his eyes and tightened the knot. Doyoung hadn’t expected that. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so vulnerable, and it might have been a little overwhelming if not for Yuta’s lips on his neck, keeping him grounded.
“‘Yellow’ to pause everything. ‘Red’ to stop completely, no questions asked. Okay?”
“Yes,” Doyoung answered softly— unable to even make a witty comment or joke, so quickly had his brain turned to absolute mush. It seemed to happen faster and faster every time they had sex; this time, he hadn’t even needed to touch him.
Suddenly, those same lips were on his nipple, out of nowhere, and there were fingertips ghosting across his hips and giving him goosebumps. Every nerve in his body was supercharged, ready to respond to the lightest sensation, and he couldn’t even brace himself. Every touch made him jump, and when Yuta finally gave him one single lubed finger, he blushed at the whine that escaped from his throat.
“Everything good?”
“Fuck, so good.”
Yuta’s tongue suddenly flicked against the head of Doyoung’s cock, and he cried out in shock, ropes tightening as his body arched for more. A second finger slipped into him easily, sending his teeth sinking into his lower lip, but he was desperate for the warmth of Yuta’s mouth that he’d so nearly had.
“You’re so greedy.”
“Hyung, please .” Doyoung’s voice trembled, making him blush. “It’s been a long time. I want your lips around me… I’ll do anything for it…”
“Is that so?” Yuta giggled, simultaneously making Doyoung’s heart melt and his cock twitch, but before he could beg any further, Yuta’s tongue ran quickly over his length, from base to tip— and then he was suddenly swallowed in a wet,
vibrating
warmth that sent stars dancing across his vision. Doyoung had already conceded, Yuta's tongue was pure magic on its own, but the mechanical vibration that went along with it somehow was too much to bear for very long. While Yuta worked him over with that magical tongue, bobbing his head up and down his straining length, Doyoung arched his back desperately for more, his nails digging into his own palms. His climax came quick and hit hard, paired with a full-body shiver that left his legs weak and trembling as Yuta sucked him dry and swallowed every drop.
“When the fuck did you even get a vibrating tongue ring?!”
“I picked it up this weekend! Was I correct in assuming that you would like it?” Yuta unknotted the last of Doyoung’s restraints, sticking his tongue out, which Doyoung couldn’t resist engulfing with his lips as soon as he could pull Yuta down to him.
“Are you some kind of sex god? Or am I really just so hopelessly inexperienced and vanilla that everything you do to me blows my mind?”
“Probably a combo of the two, if we’re being perfectly honest,” Yuta replied simply. “Although vanilla is not exactly the word that I would use to describe you. So far, you’re every bit the kinky little slut that I am.”
There was that word again. It was like some new association was rewired into his brain, making his heart speed up when Yuta used this little term of endearment. Suddenly, his body felt hot and needy all over again, and he pushed his boyfriend’s shoulders into the mattress as he got on top of him.
“Hey, what did I tell you about calling me that?”
“Oh, right. That it turns you on like nothing else. I forgot.” Yuta grinned in a way that let Doyoung know that he hadn’t, pressing his stiff cock against Doyoung’s hips. That was right, he still hadn’t even gotten himself off, he’d been so fixated on Doyoung’s pleasure. “That’s okay, I accept full responsibility. Do whatever you have to do.”
//
“Oh my god, I’ve created a monster.”
“What? They’re fur-lined for comfort! And they came with these cute little padlocks!”
“I think they’re great! I just didn’t expect you to spend so much money on sex toys! Doyoung, where in the world are we going to keep all this stuff when our closet is already packed with clothes?”
“We could move some of our stuff and maybe put it in the hall closet? Um, I mean the clothes, though, not the sex toys.”
“Wait, what are those?”
“They’re, a-ah— nipple clamps? I wasn’t sure, it was just kinda— I mean, I was ordering anyway, and I’d almost hit the free shipping minimum, so I thought—”
“Stop making excuses for your kinks, or so help me, I’ll test out that new ball gag on you.”
(Doyoung liked that even though Yuta was the guru on human sexuality, he could still surprise him from time to time.)
//
“I miss you already.” It was an objectively stupid thing to say, when you considered that Doyoung had spent every day of the last four years with Yuta in the dorms and dance practice - a week off of work should have been a vacation for both of them, but as soon as Yuta messaged him that he’d landed safely in Tokyo, Doyoung was planning when he might be able to call him. I guess this is what they mean by fools in love.
“I miss you too, doll. But you haven’t seen your parents in awhile, so it was important to stay behind this time. Trust me, we’re going to have so many other chances to meet each other’s families.” Yuta’s voice sounded so small over the phone, so far away from Doyoung’s childhood bedroom in Guri, where an entirely different Doyoung had been so entirely unaffected by sleeping alone.
“I know. Trust me, it’s stupid, I know . I just missed your voice, hyung.” Doyoung sighed, rolling himself onto his back and checking the time on his phone screen. “It’s getting kind of late. I don’t want to keep you up too long.”
Yuta laughed quietly. “We’re getting more sleep apart then we would have gotten together, right? Look on the bright side.”
“I don’t know about that. I don’t sleep so well without you.” Doyoung sighed softly. “This might be one of those nights…”
“Hm…” Yuta hummed sympathetically, and something about the little noise just— hit like a hug, somehow. “Maybe I can occupy your mind until you get sleepy? What would we be doing together if we were in the dorms right now?”
“Um, you know what we’d be doing.”
“Let me start,” Yuta decided, voice dropping to a whisper. Doyoung had never been to Yuta’s home in Japan, but he could still picture his boyfriend, laying in his own bed and looking out his own window, maybe at the same starscape. He smiled, but tried to focus into Yuta’s voice anyway: “It would be just the two of us, with the whole apartment to ourselves, so we could make a nice romantic evening of it. I’d have time to get you all wined and dined, and then we’d get comfy on the couch, and I’d give you a really good massage…”
God, what he would have done to feel Yuta’s thumbs pressing into the backs of his stiff shoulders. Even thinking about the sensation nearly made him moan. “Yeah? Just a massage?” he teased. “Do you have the willpower for that?”
“I don’t know, do I?”
Doyoung suddenly felt hot all over, being put on the spot, and he barely thought about it as he undid one of the buttons on his pajama top. “Of course not. You wouldn’t be able to keep from pulling on my clothes, you never can.” Thinking about it, his throat went dry: “Imagine taking my clothes off there, in the living room. God , you’re really making me miss your hands…”
“Probably not as much my hands miss you,” Yuta replied cheekily, his voice deliciously low and breathy over the phone. “I’d kiss you and take my time touching you everywhere. Your chest. Your stomach. Your hip bones… I’d wait and leave your cock alone until you couldn’t take waiting anymore, and when you couldn’t keep from begging, I’d start teasing you with my tongue…” Doyoung couldn’t help but sigh into the phone at the very thought, and Yuta chuckled. “Are you touching yourself, babe?”
Doyoung’s eyes fluttered closed, preserving all of his attention for Yuta’s voice paired with his fingers pulling long, slow strokes on his cock. “Yeah,” he breathed, somehow getting that feeling of lightheaded excitement that he only ever got with Yuta. “Shit, hyung, I, ah—” Yup, right on cue, the inability to form a coherent sentence. “Can you give me a second? I packed some lube in my suitcase…” He could barely say the words aloud, for fear that his parents would hear, and his cheeks burned. Lube certainly had never been an item he’d packed on trips home before. “I feel like I’m going to go crazy without something inside me…”
“Like I said, I’ve created a monster.”
Doyoung would have thought he was too awkward for phone sex at one point— hell, he was awkward enough as it was, like when he came with a pornstar-worthy moan and spent the next fifteen minutes hiding under his comforter and biting back laughter, paranoid that someone would come check on him. But there were some amazing moments, too, with Yuta’s gorgeous voice growling all sorts of promises into his ear, one hand around his cock and three fingers swallowed up inside himself. He wasn’t expecting how hard he came (hence the moan and the mortification), and his limbs felt like jelly after, longing to wrap around Yuta and entrap him while he snoozed. They couldn’t cuddle, but it was too natural to fall into the regular post-sex conversation, with both of their moods and their minds lighter; it was a mix of serious stuff and silly stuff and lighthearted giggles about nothing at all, and in the moments between words, it was just being able to hear Yuta’s breaths beside him.
And then Yuta’s voice broke one of those silences out of nowhere, barely a whisper: “I love you so much, Kim Dongyoung.” The word love seemed to have slightly less weight when you had fans that slung it at you all day every day, but this was the first time that he’d heard those words from a boyfriend, and they made him almost delirious with pleasure.
“I love you, too, Yuta hyung. I love you more than anything.” He sighed. “This is so bittersweet! I’m happy, but I want to fall asleep with you, too. Hanging up the phone is going to be impossible.”
“I mean, I have unlimited international calling. We don’t need to hang up.”
Yuta was gone for five days, which meant that for five days, Doyoung fell asleep with his phone wedged between the pillow and his ear, listening to Yuta’s breaths until he dozed off or the call dropped. Truthfully, it was one of the sweetest things that a boyfriend had ever done for him, but he knew that if he ever mentioned it to Taeyong or the others, they’d tell him he was crazy. Too in love, as their bandmates would affectionately tease them from time to time, except Doyoung didn’t think he could ever have too much of Yuta’s love.
//
“I swear, the first thing I’m going to do when you get back here is kiss you, and I don’t care who sees.” It was a promise that Doyoung made to Yuta the day before his boyfriend was due home, and he kept his word— ready from the very moment that he heard Yuta fumbling with the keypad lock on the door, grabbing him and kissing him right in the entryway before he could even take his shoes off. (Everybody clapped— even their manager, who was the one most insistent that they were doing a stupid thing by dating within their boy band.)
These were the hard parts of having an amazing boyfriend: having to stand back and keep your hands to yourself while your boyfriend catches up with his friends and distributes gifts brought back from abroad, when all you really want to do is drag him to the bedroom and devour each other. This was when Doyoung’s well-practiced discipline came in handy— but when Yuta announced that he was going to go upstairs and unpack, Doyoung was right at his heels, even carrying his luggage for him.
“That excited to see me?” Yuta grinned knowingly, turning at the top of the stairs to steal another quick kiss. “Or are you looking for your gift? I did bring you back something.”
“You didn’t have to bring me back anything! Just you~” Doyoung grinned, leading the way into the bedroom and tossing the suitcases at the end of the bed, on the floor, for later. “Can I unwrap you now?”
“Give me one second.” Yuta went for his suitcase first, and Doyoung pouted. Well, then, might as well be useful and unwrap himself. He was down to his boxers and already just about painfully hard when Yuta turned back to face him, grinning. “Close your eyes, babe?”
Doyoung trembled in anticipation but closed his eyes without hesitation, in absolute trust. Yuta’s fingers threaded through his hair gently, petting him, before he felt the secure tug of something clipping into his hair. “Yuta hyung…” Doyoung’s eyes opened the moment he touched the top of his head, feeling out the furry attachments that he recognized almost at once. He’d worn his fair share of fake animal ears at fanmeets, but while he could muscle through some aegyo for the sake of his career, alone with Yuta it only made him burst into nervous laughter. “Really?!”
“This is a judgment free zone!” Yuta countered with a little pout, adjusting the ears lovingly. “I saw this stuff and thought you’d look cute in it. There’s more, if you can stop laughing at me for a second!”
“Okay, okay. Sorry.”
Next, with a hesitance that seemed strange on him, Yuta presented him with a collar, simple black leather lined with soft fur. The round silver tag on the front was customized, Doyoung noticed at once: KDY on one side, NYT on the other. All the implications of this simple lettering washed over Doyoung as he held it up to inspect it. Yuta had already asked Doyoung to be his boyfriend, months ago, and this felt like some strange second step that he didn’t know a name for. He wrapped the collar carefully around his own throat, and Yuta helped to adjust it comfortably. “Do you… like it?” he asked softly. “I thought it might be nice to get you something… significant. I know you won’t be able to wear it very often, but that’s okay…”
“I don’t care about that! It’s still beautiful, and I still love it.” Doyoung liked the feeling of the collar, pleasantly tight on his neck, and he smiled as he caught his reflection in their wall mirror. The ears were well-made, standing out in baby pink against his black hair. The collar was discreet enough to look like a choker, perhaps, with the tag removed and tucked away somewhere safe. He felt properly like a submissive, suddenly, about to present himself before his Master, and the thought gave him a shiver of pleasure.
“You look so cute,” Yuta’s voice broke in before he could take his eyes off of himself, and Doyoung turned back to see his boyfriend holding the third part of his ensemble in his hands: a long, fluffy tail in just the same color as the ears, pink tipped with white, and on the other end, a modestly sizd butt plug. Doyoung suddenly felt hot all over, and he couldn’t keep from giggling, half-nervous and half-intoxicated by the novelty of it.
“How can I already look cute? I’m missing part of the outfit,” he insisted, feeling both shy and scandalous in equal turns as bent over the desk, propped himself up on his elbows, and presented himself. “I got new lube. I hid it in your underwear drawer.”
“Typical. This is why everyone thinks you’re a perfect angel,” Yuta purred, grabbing the bottle and wasting no time in drizzling a generous amount at the top of the cleft between Doyoung’s spread cheeks. Two fingers gathered the stray drips and pushed gently into him, just for a moment, and Doyoung’s breath caught in his throat. “Isn’t it, kitten?”
“Kitten? That’s cute,” Doyoung looked back over his shoulder with a blush, watching Yuta put some extra lube on the plug. “I think I like ‘slut’ better, though.”
“Oh?”
“ Your slut. I’ll do anything, but only for you.” Doyoung closed his eyes, arching his body with a soft groan as the plug filled him— bigger than it had looked, stretching him just perfectly. A sudden pulse of vibration caught him off-guard, and he bit his lip hard to quell his moan. “Hyung…!”
“You have no idea how perfect you look right now,” Yuta breathed, leaning over Doyoung to kiss along his shoulder. Then, he straightened, and his voice took on the edge of authority that made Doyoung feel weak: “Come here, slut. Why don’t you let me show you?” Yuta positioned himself on the edge of the bed, tugging Doyoung into his lap by his hips. Doyoung’s eyes had fallen closed, his focus on the lips assaulting his neck and the hands pulling his thighs apart, creeping closer to his throbbing, needy cock with every second— but then Yuta’s soft voice tickled his ear.
“Open your eyes, kitten. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come apart for me.”
Doyoung opened his eyes to the mirror, and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of himself: hair mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes bright with desire. His legs were spread without an ounce of shame for his dripping cock, or his hole greedily clenched around the toy inside of it. He watched, mesmerized, as Yuta’s fingers trailed across his skin: one hand to his right nipple, gently pinching and tweaking, the other wrapped around his desperate length.
“Looks like you’ve been thinking about this all vacation long, hmm? You want me to make you feel good after all that time apart?”
Nodding did not count as a proper answer, not with Yuta— Doyoung knew better. His lips formed the words hurriedly, nearly tripping over the sounds: “Yes, hyung, please touch me. I need it so badly...”
Yuta’s fingers knew just how to play his body, like a well-practiced instrument. He knew how to tease him with his fingers, with his tongue on Doyoung’s neck, with the vibrations of the toy getting stronger precisely when he needed them to. Doyoung was sunk into his pleasure but especially stricken by the sight of himself in the mirror, the way his skin flushed, his eyes narrowed, the arch of his back, the line of his neck. Watching himself cum, painting his own stomach with thick ropes of semen, Doyoung thought he finally understood what Yuta had meant when he called him a “work of art”.
After the act, both lying across the still-made bed in sludge-brained, post-orgasm bliss, Yuta’s phone went off with a sharp buzz. Yuta sought it out instinctively, glanced at the message, and snorted.
“It’s from Taeyong. He says, ‘We’re having champagne down here and toasting to the group. Take your dick out of my best friend long enough to join us.’ Aww, I think Taeyongie is jealous!”
Doyoung had to smile. “I’m his best friend? Aw. That’s sweet.” His own phone went off from somewhere on the floor, probably lost under the bed with his jeans, and he sighed. “He’s texting me now, too. Come on, let’s head down before they send a search party looking for us.”
Doyoung and Yuta were the last to arrive to the band’s impromptu kitchen meeting, but Taeyong held the toast until they each had their own glass of champagne, so they could clink nine-plus-the-manager’s glasses together in high hopes for the new album. Yuta drank a glass too many and curled up against Doyoung’s body on the couch, unapologetically drunk like always, and Doyoung kissed his rosy cheeks and shielded him from the needling of his bandmates, a job he was happy to take on.
Towards the end of the night, when half of the members had disappeared into their rooms and the other half were starting to drop around the living room, it was Mark who reached out to gingerly touch the tag on Doyoung’s collar. “What is this? You’re not usually the type for jewelry, hyung.”
“Yeah, well… Yuta hyung got me this. It’s special.” Perhaps the blush on Doyoung’s cheeks was telling, or perhaps Mark put two and two together when he read Yuta’s initials on the tag, but he shook his head a little as he laughed.
“The two of you are weird. No offense.”
Doyoung chuckled, pausing to drain the rest of his champagne glass. He was starting to feel pretty bubbly, too. “You’re just young. You’ll understand some day,” he answered Mark mysteriously, using what had become one of his favorite lines since falling in love.