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Minhyuk is on a mission.
Minhyuk is on a mission because he is slowly losing his mind.
When Eunkwang had come to him a few months ago with a blush-tinged confession, his head lowered to brace for rejection, Minhyuk had nervously giggled through his acceptance.
Everything has felt like heaven after that. Minhyuk’s heart flutters whenever Eunkwang holds his hand or takes the one Minhyuk offers to him. His stomach twists pleasantly whenever he wraps an arm around Minhyuk’s waist, making him feel possessed in a way that thrills him. He soaks in every blinding smile Eunkwang offers him. At the risk of sounding cliche, the air seems rose tinted and warm in a way Minhyuk had never expected to feel.
What Minhyuk loves most are the kisses. The ones stolen in the bathroom as they cram inside in the morning to brush their teeth. The ones hidden by the blanket of night after they’ve sent their younger members to bed and have a few minutes together on the couch before they turn in themselves. And especially the ones they sneak in the recording booth or practice room whenever they find themselves alone; the ones that make his toes curl in anticipation at the way Eunkwang will grip him and hold him close.
There’s only one problem. Whenever Eunkwang’s mouth curves perfectly against his and his small yet strong hands grip his waist, his hip, and, one thrilling time, his thigh, Eunkwang inevitably pulls away with some mumbled excuse and a flush on his cheeks. Then he all but bolts from the room and leaves Minhyuk panting with his skin on fire.
Minhyuk has spent so much time in the dorm shower trying to rid himself of the pent up energy Eunkwang has left buzzing under his skin that the rest of the members have started glaring at him every chance they get.
Which leads to Minhyuk’s plan.
First, he had convinced Ilhoon, the member who had been glaring at him the least, to get the others out of the dorm for a few hours. Second, he had made sure that his schedule got him home before Eunkwang. Third, he had put on his shortest exercise shorts and his loosest tank top because he had caught Eunkwang blatantly staring at him in both. Fourth, he had splayed himself as casually as he could on the couch with the tv on low to wait for Eunkwang to return home.
Minhyuk sucks in a deep breath to calm the fluttering of his heart when he hears the sound of the key in the lock. He wills his shoulders to relax and his eyes to remain fixed on the tv screen in front of him when the door opens and he hears Eunkwang shuffle inside and out of his shoes.
“Ah, Minhyuk-ah,” Eunkwang asks as his keys clink in the one little bowl he always keeps them in so he doesn’t lose them. “Where is everyone?”
Minhyuk swallows and looks over at him. He looks so handsome with his windswept hair as he pulls his jacket off to reveal his favorite oversized t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The outfit is nothing special, a go to of Eunkang’s after a busy day because it’s comfortable and it doesn’t have to match, but Minhyuk is transfixed all the same. Then he realizes Eunwang is staring at him oddly because he asked him a question and he shakes himself out of it.
“Ilhoon said they were going out to do some shopping. Get something to eat,” he replies and tries to tamper his blush.
“You didn’t want to go with them?”
Minhyuk shakes his head. He gives him a small smile. “Figured I’d wait for you.”
Eunkwang looks extremely pleased and a little flustered by this as he sits down on the couch next to him. “Oh. Well.”
His eyes are looking at the ad playing on the tv and not at Minhyuk, which just won’t do. Minhyuk scoots a little closer. He stretches his leg out so that his knee bumps against Eunkwang’s. It makes the fabric of his shorts bunch up around his thigh.
Eunkwang definitely notices, his eyes widening, but he doesn’t move to touch him.
“What did you want to do? Have you eaten? We could cook something or, um, or order something. Maybe put on a movie. What was the name of that one we wanted to watch the other night?”
Eunkwang is rambling. He’s definitely nervous.
Minhyuk takes a deep breath. He reaches out and wraps his hand around Eunkwang’s wrist, gently tugging his arm up until Minhyuk can settle it around his shoulders and snuggle into Eunkwang better. He doesn’t miss the way he tenses up before he starts to relax against him.
“Eunkwang,” he says softly to snap him out of it. He looks up at him through his lashes and pouts his mouth in a way that he knows makes him look cute and pretty. He’s hoping Eunkwang won’t be able to resist. “I was thinking.. we could make out a little.”
Eunkwang’s eyes widen, his mouth parting in surprise. “Um.”
Minhyuk pouts more.
“Unless you don’t want to kiss me?”
The way Eunkwang’s eyes immediately zero in on his lips is all the answer Minhyuk needs. He presses two fingers to his jaw to guide him in until their mouths press together. Their lips move together for a few seconds before Minhyuk runs his tongue along Eunkwang’s bottom lip and then parts his own and waits.
There’s only a brief pause before Eunkwang is pulling him in and licking into his mouth. It’s good. Kissing Eunkwang is always so good. He leads but not in an overly aggressive way; exploring every piece of Minhyuk’s mouth to his heart’s content until Minhyuk is melting against him.
Minhyuk shifts so that he can slide into Eunkwang’s lap with his legs spread on either side. Eunkwang’s hands immediately grip at his hips when he uses the new angle to his advantage and takes his turn exploring Eunkwang’s mouth. He loves the feel of his teeth, the bow of his top lip, the taste of his tongue against his own. Minhyuk feels drunk on it; his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
Then Eunkwang’s fingers slide just under the loose fabric of his tank and Minhyuk whines into his mouth, his hips twitching in Eunkwang’s hold.
And suddenly everything stops.
Eunkwang lets go and pulls away from Minhyuk’s kiss.
They’re both panting and there’s a definite blush across Eunkwang’s high cheekbones. But he’s not looking at him and his hands are gripping the couch instead of Minhyuk like they should be. Minhyuk can’t tell if he wants to scream or cry but he manages to hold in both.
“Eunkwang?”
Eunkwang licks his bottom lip but he continues to look somewhere to the side of him.
“What’s wrong?”
Eunkwang takes a deep breath. “Nothing is wrong.”
The desire to scream is winning out. “Nothing is-- Eunkwang, this isn’t the first time you’ve pulled away from me,” he says, keeping his voice carefully level. “If I wasn’t in the way I’m pretty sure you’d be in the bedroom by now, actually.”
Eunkwang closes his eyes and takes another breath. Minhyuk watches his hands flex against the couch. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at--”
Minhyuk tilts his head. “Not good at what? Kissing? Because if you think that you are very mistaken.”
The blush on Eunkwang’s cheeks darkens. It’s a nice look for him, Minhyuk thinks idly.
“No. Um, thank you. No.” He finally looks up at Minhyuk. “I’m not good at.. controlling myself. I don’t want to rush or push you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”
Minhyuk forces down the laughter threatening to bubble up because Eunkwang looks so incredibly serious and earnest. He places his hands carefully on his shoulders and lets his fingers curl around the back of his neck to scritch at the short hairs there.
“What makes you think we’re doing anything I don’t want to do?”
Eunkwang licks his bottom lip again. It’s a very distracting habit.
“I was always told that there are places where you should stop. Lines you don’t cross over,” Eunkwang replies.
Minhyuk sighs. He moves one hand to rest it over Eunkwang’s where it’s still gripping the couch. “Do you want to cross them? Because if you don’t that’s okay, you know that, right?”
“No, if I didn’t want to there wouldn’t be a problem,” Eunkwang mumbles and looks down. A thrill runs through Minhyuk’s body.
“My boyfriend’s a gentleman,” he coos softly as he runs his fingers through Eunkwang’s dark hair. “Can you look at me?”
Eunkwang does.
Minhyuk continues to scrape his nails along his scalp. “I promise you if we reach a line I don’t want crossed I will tell you. But there’s something else I need to tell you.”
Minhyuk takes Eunkwang’s hand and presses his palm to the muscle of his thigh where his shorts have ridden up. Eunkwang watches the movement with wonder on his handsome face.
“I really, really want you to touch me.”
Eunkwang’s eyes darken and anticipation begins to build hot and heavy in Minhyuk’s stomach.
“I’ve been going insane without you touching me, Eunkwang-ah, please don’t make me beg,” he purrs and leans back in so that he’s close enough for Eunkwang to kiss him, if he wants.
For a second neither of them move.
“How long until the boys come back?” Eunkwang asks then, his eyes fixated on Minhyuk’s mouth.
Minhyuk grins. “Ilhoon said something about shopping, dinner, more shopping.. possibly an arcade..”
“Remind me to thank him later,” Eunkwang replies, his voice lower than before. It makes Minhyuk shiver.
Then he’s pulling Minhyuk down and kissing him.
If kissing Eunkwang was good before it was mind blowing now. He bites at Minhyuk’s bottom lip and curls his tongue into his mouth with abandon. Minhyuk digs his nails into Eunkwang’s scalp and shoulder as he holds on, riding the new, exciting waves of Eunkwang’s desire.
When Eunkwang has to pull back for a breath his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, and all Minhyuk can do is look at him. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess in Minhyuk’s grip. He’s quite possibly the sexiest thing Minhyuk has ever seen.
Eunkwang leans back in to press his lips to the side of his neck. Minhyuk gasps and closes his eyes so he can feel the way his mouth moves along his skin. He feels just a hint of teeth and whines low in the back of his throat. Eunkwang brings his other hand up to carefully hold his waist as he moves down to kiss and nip at an exposed collarbone.
“Eunkwang..” he breathes. Desire swirls low in his stomach. He can feel his cock twitch in his shorts.
Eunkwang curls his tongue into the hollow of his throat. Minhyuk’s toes curl. He starts running his fingers encouragingly through his hair again, pressing down just enough to hold his mouth against his skin. Eunkwang hums and trails his open mouth up the expanse of Minhyuk’s throat. He sucks on his adam’s apple and all Minhyuk can do is whine, head thrown back.
Nothing is going to leave a mark but Minhyuk can still feel the promise of them singing over his skin. It makes something in his core shake; his cock beginning to fill out.
Then Eunkwang’s mouth is at his jaw, his teeth scraping lightly over the thin skin. Minhyuk whimpers and licks his lips, his mouth parched as he desperately sucks air into his lungs. Eunkwang makes his way along his jawline and then sucks an earlobe into his mouth hungrily. His tongue curls into the sensitive skin behind Minhyuk’s ear as he does so.
Minhyuk’s breath shakes.
He cradles Eunkwang’s head in his hands and tilts his head down to press their mouths together desperately. Minhyuk swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, bites at it until Eunkwang lets him inside and he can taste him properly. One of them moans into the juncture of their mouths.
Minhyuk can feel his cock pulsing between his legs. His hips rock forward, nudging Eunkwang’s hand higher up his thigh so that his fingers brush beneath the fabric of his shorts.
Eunkwang’s touch on his thigh and waist is still careful, feather light, just enough to make his skin itch desperately for more contact. He pulls his mouth away from Eunkwang’s and presses their foreheads together.
“Eunkwang,” Minhyuk gasps and takes a moment to catch his breath. “I’m not one of those girls from church whose mother will find out if you slip your hand under her skirt. If you want to touch me -- Touch. Me.”
The sound Eunkwang makes is strangled. Minhyuk briefly considers how Eunkwang might respond to him in a pretty skirt but then he feels fingers digging into the meat of his thigh and his brain whites out. Eunkwang yanks his hips forward and crashes their mouths together.
“You’re so--” Eunkwang moans into his mouth. The hand on his waist grips, massages the muscles there. The vain part of Minhyuk wants him to finish his sentence but the horny part doesn’t want this messy kiss to end.
Their teeth clack as Eunkwang devours his mouth. Minhyuk whimpers when his hand slides further up his shorts, blunt nails scraping over the juncture of thigh and hip it finds there. He knows his cock is straining against the thin fabric; knows Eunkwang has to be very aware of the effect he’s having on him.
“Touch me, please please please touch me,” he repeats into his mouth like a mantra.
Minhyuk lowers his hips down on shaking legs to sit fully in Eunkwang’s lap. That’s when he realizes with a thrill that Eunkwang is hard and straining in his jeans.
“Oh my god,” he keens and rolls his hips forward, pressing their erections together.
Eunkwang separates their mouths and throws his head back with a soft moan. His fingers twitch where they’re gripping Minhyuk.
“Can I touch you?” Minhyuk slurs as he drags his mouth desperately along the curve of his jaw. “Need to feel you, Eunkwang, please. Please can I touch you-- Oh my god--”
Minhyuk watches Eunkwang’s adam’s apple bob around a swallow before he nods.
Not needing to be told twice, Minhyuk makes quick work of unfastening his jeans and reaching his hand inside to wrap around his cock. It’s thick and warm in his hand even beneath the thin, damp fabric of his boxer briefs. He feels it pulse in his grip and all of his thoughts go fuzzy. All he can think is “Eunkwang” and “more.”
Minhyuk runs his thumb up the underside and feels Eunkwang’s hips stutter beneath him.
“Your cock feels so good, babe, can I see it?” he murmurs in Eunkwang’s ear.
Eunkwang glides his hand over his thigh so he can trace his fingers along Minhyuk’s cock and looks up at him with dark eyes. “As long as I can see yours.”
Minhyuk smirks. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He bats his eyelashes as he lifts his hips up just enough to tug Eunkwang’s stupidly tight jeans and underwear down to his knees. He removes his own shorts and settles back to take Eunkwang in.
Eunkwang’s cock isn’t overly long but it’s thick, red, and dripping precome onto the t-shirt he’s still wearing. His breathing is labored and his kiss red mouth is lax. His eyes are wide, dark pools that Minhyuk knows he could easily get lost in. He looks irresistible.
Minhyuk’s throat goes dry. He runs his hands up Eunkwang’s sturdy thighs and his soft stomach before pressing them to his chest for stability. He shifts back to sit in his lap, close enough that their bare cocks brush against each other.
They both moan at the contact. Eunkwang grips his hips to hold him in place and rocks his hips forward, chasing the friction. Minhyuk rests their foreheads together and takes in a deep, shaky breath. He wraps his hand around both of their cocks and squeezes gently.
Eunkwang lets out a moan, his nails digging into the flesh of Minhyuk’s hips.
Minhyuk twists his wrist on the upstroke and is rewarded with another moan. He bites down on his lower lip, gathering the precome leaking from both of their cocks so he can move faster on the downstroke.
“Ah--” Eunkwang sounds like the air has been punched out of his lungs. He’s thrusting his hips up in time with each of Minhyuk’s strokes, the grip on Minhyuk’s hips hard enough to bruise.
Minhyuk sets a quick pace as heat begins to build in his belly. Eunkwang leans up to capture his lips in an attempt at a kiss. They’re both too breathless and messy with it. It’s just a glide of lips and sharp bite of teeth as they move their mouths against each other.
Every muscle in Minhyuk’s body is tensing. His brain is nothing but white noise. The only things he can register are the sturdy warmth of Eunkwang beneath him and the sounds of their heavy breathing. He can tell they’re not going to last long.
“Minhyuk, baby, I’m close,” Eunkwang stutters out between gasps.
Minhyuk’s toes curl at the nickname. He twists his wrist on the downstroke.
“Call me that again.”
Eunkwang looks up into his eyes, his own dark and intense. “Minhyuk, baby,” he repeats. His voice is shattered at the edges.
Minhyuk keens, arching into his own grip. He’s so close he’s dizzy.
“Wanna watch you,” Eunkwang is telling him. He sounds far away and hazy. “Show me, baby, come on.”
Minhyuk takes a deep, shaky breath, and twists his wrist again on the upstroke. He presses his thumb under the head of his own cock and then he’s coming in spurts over his own hand and both of their cocks with a cry. The pleasure rolls over him in waves, his toes going numb where they’re curled on the couch.
He continues to stroke them both lazily through his aftershocks until eventually he has to let go with a whine. He flops against Eunkwang and nuzzles into the curve of his neck.
Eunkwang bats his hand away when he tries to get a loose grip around his cock. He takes himself in his own hand and comes between them with a soft moan after just another few strokes.
When Minhyuk feels himself return fully back into his body, Eunkwang is running a hand up and down the curve of his spine. They’re both still breathing heavily; their bodies loose and spent.
“We are definitely doing that again,” Eunkwang says after a moment and huffs out a pleased laugh.
“Mm.” Minhyuk lifts his head to look at him, which is quite the feat when it feels so heavy. “Next time I’m getting your dick in my mouth.”
Eunkwang blushes. He looks beautiful post orgasm. His hair is a mess, his lashes damp, his skin flushed and warm. The smile he gives Minhyuk is a little lopsided.
“I bet you’re good at that.”
Minhyuk smirks and is about to give a witty response when his phone dings on the coffee table. He rolls off of Eunkwang’s lap with a groan to reach it. His legs feel shaky as he reaches the phone and unlocks it. A message from Ilhoon.
“That’s our twenty minute warning,” he informs Eunkwang with a heavy sigh. “We need to clean up.”
Eunkwang looks down at his come-stained shirt and chuckles. “Next time I request we actually get all of our clothes off,” he replies and begins to rub the excess come off his stomach with the fabric.
Minhyuk gets a peak of soft skin and has to look away before the fluttering feeling in his stomach turns into arousal. “Agreed.”
He stumbles to his feet and grabs his shorts from where they were tossed on the floor. His tank top is also covered in sweat and come. He yanks that over his head too and begins to walk towards the bedroom naked. He can feel Eunkwang’s gaze hot against his back. He stops and looks over his shoulder with a smirk.
“Shower?”
After a brief inspection to make sure they hadn’t gotten anything on the couch, Eunkwang stumbles after him. When the rest of the members get back they still have to whine about the bathroom being monopolized.