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1.
Zhang Hao thinks that there can't possibly be enough layers to shield him from the bone-chilling cold he is feeling right now.
He scans his and Hanbin’s shared closet. It’s entirely too messy and he’s too sleepy to make out anything from the piles of couple items, practice clothes, and gifts they've gotten for each other.
Strong arms envelop his waist, and he gasps in surprise before relaxing against Hanbin’s chest.
One of the many benefits of having a shorter boyfriend is that he is the perfect height to pepper kisses on the back of his neck, and that is precisely what Hanbin likes to do every time he held him like this.
“Morning hyung,” Hanbin’s early morning raspiness always set his insides on fire. “You’re up early today.”
He ignores the jab at his expense and reaches blindly to pat the back of Hanbin’s head. “Morning, make yourself useful and help me complete my outfit for today instead of trying to start an encore of last night.”
“You’re wearing my sweater,” Hanbin says. He inhales against Zhang Hao’s skin, Taking him in. “I couldn't help myself.”
Zhang Hao smiles, this is precisely why he likes stealing his clothes so much. “You like it?”
He loves asking questions he knows the answer to, coaxing praise and worship. Luckily, Hanbin eagerly indulges him every time.
“You’re drowning in it, so fucking cute,” Hanbin says, continuing to ignore Zhang Hao’s request for help. He’s currently preoccupied, slipping his hand under the sweater and pressing against Zhang Hao’s bare waist. Zhang Hao lets out a small whimper before catching himself and clasping a hand over his mouth. Behind him, he can feel Hanbin’s body vibrate as he laughs.
“Foul play,” Zhang Hao says. He narrowly stops himself from taking revenge by grinding back on Hanbin and making the rest of the morning extremely difficult for him. “Can’t do that when we’re about to be late.”
The two of them have barely managed to sleep. It wasn’t just because Hanbin had spent the night (in his defense, it was at Zhang Hao’s insistence and Gunwook’s endless exasperation) in his room, but because their schedules are so unforgiving that they’d find themselves coming back into the dorm late into the evening and out the door again before the sun is even up.
This is one such morning.
They frequently, and somewhat irresponsibly sacrificed hours of sleep for quality time together. There is only so much they can do in music show waiting rooms and bathrooms, after all.
“Only if you stop wearing my clothes without permission,” Hanbin’s hands knead along the small of his back, massaging sore muscles that he’s responsible for. “Knowing how much I like it.”
“Gross, can you guys not do this so early in the morning?” Gyuvin’s voice calls behind them.
Zhang Hao is suddenly and painfully reminded that they’re standing in their dorm corridor and not a hotel room in Paris. "I didn’t know there was a rule against back hugging at the dorm."
Gyuvin isn’t convinced that’s all they were doing. He unfortunately has every reason not to. "It’s different when you two do it because you actually do it."
"One more word out of your mouth and you'll find yourself buried in the snow, kim gyuvin,” Zhang Hao shoots him a murderous smile.
Hanbin takes his hand out of his sweater, and Zhang Hao misses him already. There's never enough time.
“Ehm, right. Your outfit,” Hanbin says, clearing his throat. His attention turns to the closet. Zhang Hao, his mind still clouded with desire and the need for Hanbin to be back inside him in more ways than one, feels jealous of the closet. “I have just the thing.”
Hanbin digs into the piles of clothes with purpose, and although Zhang Hao is clueless about what he’s planning, he finds his serious and focused expression incredibly sexy. There is a good reason why Hanbin leading their dance practice is always bad for his attention span.
Finally, Hanbin produces a familiar blue puffer jacket, and Zhang Hao’s eyes widen in recognition.
It’s the jacket Hanbin wore at the start of Boys Planet, when they were still nearly strangers nursing massive crushes on each other.
The days of their innocent flirtation feel like a lifetime away, the shy smiles they would exchange and longing looks when the other wasn't looking, hounding the other trainees for information about each other and then using it to get closer. He remembers how they traded their jackets shortly before they started dating, a quiet, subtle admission of how special their relationship was.
Now, Zhang Hao thinks that being in close proximity to Hanbin without having the ability to squeeze his soft, rosy cheeks in his hands or pull him into a slobby, disgusting kiss whenever he feels like it is a crime against humanity. The weeks of sexual tension and pining nearly killed him, and their desperate, hungry first makeout session in the laundry room brought him back to life.
“I totally forgot you gave it to me,” Zhang Hao says, and his apple cheeks turn up to form a smirk. “You must have been so in love with me, how embarrassing.”
“Well, I still remember how you gave me yours first, hyung,” Hanbin fires back gently, not allowing him to forget that he’s just as obsessed.
Zhang Hao rolls his eyes and lifts his arms slightly, and Hanbin doesn't hesitate before helping him put it on. Totally unnecessary, but it’s something they both relish for different reasons.
Hanbin would do anything I ask for.
Hao hyung is all mine.
“How do I look?” Zhang Hao flutters his lashes and does a little spin. “Totally adorable?”
He expects a generic compliment and perhaps a quick peck to appease him, but Hanbin’s soft expression catches him off guard.
“As lovely as the day I fell in love with you.”
Zhang Hao’s heart melts.
They have a few minutes before their van arrives to take them to their first schedule of the day, and Zhang Hao is going to make the most of them.
“C’mere,” he pulls a confused Hanbin inside the closet with him and closes the door. There is little room for both of them to squeeze in, but trying to get some privacy in the middle of their hectic schedules has turned them into experts at navigating small spaces.
“Stealing me away at the risk of making us late,” Hanbin says, his hands already back under his sweater. “You must be so in love with me.”
Zhang Hao shuts him up with a kiss, and Hanbin hums into his mouth and slides his tongue in.
Hanbin’s jacket still smelled like his favorite cologne, it reminds Zhang Hao of that distant time when he couldn’t get him out of his mind after seeing him dance for the first time, when he had to build up the courage to tell him that he voted for him as the most handsome trainee, when he would fall asleep listening to NCT ballads to feel closer to him, wondering if Hanbin was thinking of him too.
(Of course he was.)
This is more than enough layers.
2.
It never gets easier.
Zhang Hao loves spending time on stage more than anything else in the world, but he can’t help but feel restless when Hanbin is right there and he’s forced to hold back his instinct to cling to his arm and soak in his warmth.
Frankly, it’s hard for him to be mad about the company’s stern instructions to minimize their physical affection in front of the cameras or find it unreasonable after he whimpered during their live radio appearance just a few days ago. But can anyone blame him? Zhang Hao was half asleep and the feeling of Hanbin’s lips brushing against his ear brought back many….vivid memories.
Hanbin is always better than him at keeping things low-key, but his incredible show of restraint is traded for an eagerness and ferocity that Zhang Hao could never get used to whenever they were finally alone.
He resists the urge to tap his feet impatiently while the members take turns with their closing ments at the music show pre-recording session. Across the stage, Hanbin is waving and pointing at every fan holding their couple slogans, his own little way of letting the world know that Zhang Hao is his and his alone.
Everyone begins to exit the stage, and Zhang Hao watches the members leave absently, still thinking about all the things he could be doing to Sung Hanbin inside of a closet instead.
Hanbin grabs his waist, and he lets out a surprised yelp before quickly giggling and covering his face to distract from his initial reaction. The fans predictably scream and Zhang Hao waves to them frantically as he’s dragged off the stage.
“You’re a bit impatient today,” he teases, trying to match Hanbin’s frantic pace.
Hanbin isn’t listening. He takes his hand once he’s sure the audience is fully out of sight. “Your fingers are freezing.”
Ah, right. Even indoors, their stage outfits are never thick enough to keep him warm. Zhang Hao didn’t realize he was shivering until Hanbin pointed it out. It’s why the two of them consider each other two halves of a whole, always perfectly attuned to what the other is feeling.
And Hanbin can’t tolerate the thought of Zhang Hao experiencing any sort of inconvenience for more than a minute. he loves to pamper him and attend to his every need. Whether or not Zhang Hao actually needs the help is entirely irrelevant.
They break away from the rest of the members and staff and find an empty waiting room.
“I take it you’re going to warm me up?” Zhang Hao asks as the door slams behind him, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. He prides himself in his ability to read Hanbin’s every thought, so the rare instances where he’s completely in the dark about what his boyfriend is planning are always exciting.
Hanbin hums, his voice thick and sweet like honey. “I have a few ideas.”
He brings Zhang Hao’s hand to his mouth and kisses his fingers, taking each one carefully and pressing it between his lips before releasing hot puffs of air.
Zhang Hao, who literally had Hanbin cum inside him three times this week, thinks that this is the most sensual thing he has ever done to him.
He shivers and moans softly, much like he did live on air a few days ago, and Hanbin smiles. although Zhang Hao enjoyed words of affirmation best, Hanbin is more obsessed with the physical reactions he elicited from him, especially since Zhang Hao is so sensitive to his every touch. He suspects this is the exact reason why Hanbin would purposely catch him off guard when they were in front of the cameras.
To Hanbin’s credit, he is now a hundred degrees warmer.
“You’re so devious, Sung Hanbin,” he whispers. It feels fun to say when he’s dating a literal angel. “How did you even think of this?”
How did you know I would like it so much?
Hanbin is grinning with his whiskers in full display, and Zhang Hao is so endeared. “Just from the time I rubbed your hands with the cuticle oil,” he mutters quickly and inspects Zhang Hao’s nails in wonder. “Your nails look so much healthier, by the way.”
Zhang Hao knows the real explanation is not so innocent. “Sung Hanbin.”
“Not telling, I think you already know.”
He’s a walking Sung Hanbin encyclopedia, alright. “Say it.”
Hanbin chews on his lips and his voice dips, dark and a little gruff. “It was when you fingered yourself for me last week. you put your fingers in my mouth afterwards, and I still remember the look on your face when I sucked on them.”
“There it is.” Zhang Hao smiles in triumph. Hanbin’s talk of fingering makes his legs tremble, but they don’t have time for that right now. He cups Hanbin’s face in his hands and treats him to a chaste kiss. “My baby, always thinking about how to please me.”
Hanbin’s eyes darken. he pins him against the door. “Hearing you whine at the slightest touch is what gets me off, hyung.”
Seeing him like this is exhilarating. Prim and proper Hanbin, always on his best behavior, selfishly acting out just to get his attention, just to turn him into a mumbling writhing mess.
His boyfriend continues his duties as his personal heater, pressing him close and dipping his hands to firmly hold on to his hips, and Zhang Hao is completely under his mercy. Hanbin covers every inch of exposed skin with sloppy kisses, sucking on his neck in a way that is sure to get him on their stylist’s bad side again. But Zhang Hao doesn’t care, he loves being marked by Hanbin. wearing his clothes and couple rings isn’t enough.
He leaves the waiting room sweating.
3.
“I know that look,” Zhang Hao crosses his arms. “And no.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hanbin avoids meeting his eyes, an easy tell that he’s lying. “You said you were feeling cold, right? I thought I could cuddle you to sleep.”
He invites himself to Zhang Hao’s bed, where he knows he’s always welcome and Zhang Hao has never, ever been able to refuse him.
His boyfriend is right. Even under his trusty warm blanket and Hanbin’s hoodie layered over his old t-shirt, Zhang Hao still finds it too cold to sleep. Hanbin’s body running like a human heater feels like destiny. They fit into each other in more ways than one.
“If you step any closer, we’re going to do more than cuddle,” Zhang Hao says. “And you know we both have to get some semblance of sleep this week.”
He’s trying to convince himself more than anything.
And failing miserably.
Hanbin has already tucked himself into his bed. He pulls Zhang Hao to his chest and nuzzles against his neck again. The arguments in Zhang Hao’s brain evaporate like cotton candy dipped in water.
He’s instantly warmed up. Hanbin’s body is somehow always at the perfect temperature.
“Hyung, just let me take care of you, okay?”
And how could Zhang Hao ever dream of saying no to that?
Gunwook comes into the room. “Hyung, where did you put my-” he rolls his eyes and walks back out, slamming the door behind him.
Zhang Hao feels a little guilty, Gunwook now sleeps in Hanbin’s bed more than his own.
He turns to face Hanbin, slowly traces the tattoo on his chest with his fingers, as he’s done a hundred times, and watches Hanbin’s skin bloom a pretty red under the slightest pressure.
Hanbin is fresh out of the shower, soft and clean and warm and so, so inviting. He breathes him in, and Hanbin tightens his grip around him.
“We’re just cuddling,” he says sternly, with a matching stern pout.
Hanbin kisses his pout away, and hao lets him, but only because he knows it’s irresistibly cute and he simply can't help himself.
“Okay, starting from now. only cuddling,” Hanbin promises, biting back a smile. “Feeling warmer?”
He is, but he can't let Hanbin have the satisfaction just yet. “Still cold, I think you need to hold me closer.”
“So fussy,” Hanbin mumbles, but he shifts his body slightly to angle it towards Zhang Hao and tangles their legs together.
That’s when he feels it.
Hanbin’s throbbing erection is against his thigh.
“Sung Hanbin, do you really want to fuck me this badly?”
Hanbin twitches at the question, a clear and resounding yes. “Even more when you tease me about it.” A pause. “Sorry, please, i’ll make it quick.”
Oh. Hearing that flips a switch in Zhang Hao’s head, and a warm sensation pools in his stomach. There's an edge and desperation that makes this hotter than all the times they’ve had sex before.
“Am I really that good?” he continues to tease him. getting Hanbin worked up like this always yields great results in his favor. “We literally did it this morning.”
“You are, because you want it just as badly,” Hanbin says. “Making filthy sounds in public while imagining my cock inside of you, Neul hyung. Always so wound up and desperate for me to fill you up.”
Once his Hanbin’s nickname for him comes out, he knows they’ve passed the point of no return. He only ever uses it when they're alone, a little secret or inside joke they've kept only to themselves. The problem is that most of that alone time is spent….well.
“Make it quick then,” he concedes, unable to stand a second longer without Hanbin inside him.
Hanbin wastes no time getting to work, he pulls Zhang Hao’s sweatpants and underwear down in one fell swoop, and Zhang Hao winces when the cold air hits his bare skin.
“All good, hyung?” Hanbin asks, his hands gliding down to warm him back up immediately, massaging along his hips to his inner thighs, until he makes his way to his now fully hard length.
Zhang Hao nods, his breathing already labored. “Would be better with you stroking me.”
He’s held it a million times before, had it inside him a hundred, but Zhang Hao only really appreciates how big Hanbin’s hand is and how thick his fingers are when they wrap around his cock.
He loses control, and Hanbin’s name spills out of his mouth as soon as he rubs his thumb against the head, spreading precum over his hand.
“All that talk,” Hanbin says, pumping him lazily under the blanket. “But look at you now.”
Zhang Hao doesn't say anything, only whimpers again and puckers his lips in Hanbin’s direction, and Hanbin happily swallows all his moans. They continue to kiss as Hanbin strokes him, only lightly tugging to make sure he only comes once he’s fucking him.
“Quick,” Zhang Hao reminds him between kisses, and the steady pace Hanbin has created comes to an abrupt stop. His fingers, coated with Zhang Hao’s thick precum, tease around his hole before he gets up to fetch the lube.
Zhang Hao groans, missing his body already.
When Hanbin comes back, he’s missing his shorts, having discarded them on the floor, and his boxers give Zhang Hao a much better look at the massive tent that had formed underneath along with an accompanying stain. He gulps.
Zhang Hao lays flat on his back, legs spread apart as he touches himself and watches Hanbin hover over him, spreading the liquid on his hand.
“Wait, before you start,” he says, and the alert and concerned look on Hanbin’s face makes his heart ache. he is so loved. “My thighs are cold too, when I'm laying down like this.”
Hanbin is already massaging them again. “I could finger you while you sit on my lap, maybe you could fuck yourself against them?” He bends down to kiss him. “I’ll cover every inch of you, Neul hyung.”
He hadn't considered that. Shit, it’s an incredible idea. But he has something else in mind.
“That- sounds so good, but I was thinking of, uhm,” his mind is a haze and he hasn't even taken a look at Hanbin’s dick yet.
“Tell me.” Hanbin’s voice is soft and fond.
“If I press my thighs together, that could help,” he says, and licks his lips before continuing. “And you could thrust into them, because like, you know, friction produces heat.”
“Fuck.”
Zhang Hao grins. “You seem to like that.” He lifts his legs and closes his thighs until his knees are bumping against each other. “I’m all yours.”
Hanbin finally, finally pulls down his boxers to reveal his cock, thick and pulsing and ready to be inside Zhang Hao again.
He gives it a few strokes, mostly for Zhang Hao’s benefit than his, as he coats his skin with the lube, before pushing into the slit between his inviting thighs.
“Make sure to match the rhythm of your fingers,” Zhang Hao instructs, his music teacher instincts taking over. “Give me a good taste of the real thing while getting me prepped.”
Hanbin nods gingerly, and it's his turn to forget how to speak. He takes care of Zhang Hao first, as he always does, and inserts his fingers, three at once knowing that Zhang Hao is so used to having him already. As thick as his fingers were, they are nothing compared to how much his actual dick stretched him out.
Zhang Hao sighs and arches his back as soon as Hanbin’s fingers expertly navigate to his prostate. His thighs squeeze against Hanbin’s dick as it plows into them, sliding in and out easily between his slick, sticky skin.
“Fuck- hyung- i can barely hold on-” Hanbin chokes out. “It’s too good- ah-”
“I’m ready, Hanbin,” Zhang Hao says. He slowly pulls his thighs apart again, and is faced with Hanbin’s throbbing wet erection, just about ready to burst all over his stomach. “Don’t come yet, only inside me.”
Hanbin takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down as he slips his fingers back out. He looks the prettiest when he’s like this, sweating, eyes clouded with a mixture of pure desire and love for Zhang Hao, his entire body trembling, dying to pound him.
He makes sure to meet Zhang Hao’s eyes when he puts his fingers inside his mouth and sucks on them.
Zhang Hao roughly exhales through his nose, this mental image will force him to drag Hanbin into a bathroom for a blowjob between schedules tomorrow. so irresponsible.
Gor now, he sinks into the pillow and grabs his dick, but Hanbin lightly slaps his hand away to take care of him instead. Zhang Hao has to ask again. “How badly do you want to fuck me, Sung Hanbin?”
Hanbin doesn’t take kindly to his provocation, he guides his cock to Zhang Hao’s entrance and begins to slip it in without warning, turning Zhang Hao into a spluttering mess again. “So badly I was ready to jump back in the shower after you fell asleep and stroke myself thinking about you if you hadn’t let me.”
“Can’t get enough of me?” Zhang Hao asks breathlessly.
“Never.”
Hanbin pushes himself further slowly until he’s fully seated inside him. He doesn’t move at first, only gestures for Zhang Hao to hook his legs around his waist. Zhang Hao beckons him, and Hanbin bends to down to kiss him again while he wraps his arms around his shoulders.
In the seven months since their debut, they’ve tried every position in every hotel room, but nothing could ever come close to looking each other in the eyes and kissing, pressing together as close as they physically can.
(It was precisely how Hanbin lost his virginity to Zhang Hao, after all.)
Once their lips meet, Hanbin begins to thrust himself proper, deep and heavy just like Zhang Hao likes it.
Despite Zhang Hao’s stern warnings, he fucks him slow, taking in each one of Zhang Hao’s barely suppressed moans, the desperation with which he calls Hanbin’s name, and the tears forming in his eyes as they roll back from pleasure.
Hanbin picks up the pace when he begins to near completion, thrusting with the same ferocity but a lot faster and more erratic, and Zhang Hao begins to feel himself closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Hanbin-” he mumbles against his mouth, and Hanbin grunts in response. “I’m close.”
“Neul- Ah- You’re so tight,- S-so-” Hanbin interrupts himself to kiss Zhang Hao deeply as he comes inside him. It’s a Sung Hanbin ritual, something he had to do every time, an unspoken I love you.
Zhang Hao arches back and comes soon after, with Hanbin stroking him to completion with one hand while covering his mouth with the other, knowing Zhang Hao can’t keep his voice down.
The last thing he remembers before passing out is the pure bliss in Hanbin’s eyes as he looks down at him, all fucked out and pretty.
When Zhang Hao opens his eyes again, Hanbin is wearing a fresh pair of boxers and wiping him down with a towel. He’s already half asleep, his movements groggy and tired, but is still meticulously taking care of him instead. He hands Zhang Hao a bottle of water once he notices that he’s up.
Zhang Hao stares at the bottle blankly, and Hanbin smiles and takes it away from him to uncap it.
“Thank you, baby,” Zhang Hao pecks his whiskers before downing it all in one go. “You should’ve just gone back to sleep too.”
“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you sleep covered in my cum?” Hanbin asks. He’s already lit one of Zhang Hao’s scented candles in the room as well. He’s half joking, downplaying his attentiveness out of embarrassment. So fucking adorable.
Zhang Hao can’t imagine a life before or after Hanbin. Losing sleep is a small price to have these quiet, small moments where nothing exists except the two of them and their unyielding devotion to one another. He wants to say a million things, about how he’s never been more in love with Hanbin than this moment, about how the fact that they’re both here squeezed together in this tiny dorm bed is proof destiny is real, about how he’s ready to sacrifice so much more than sleep to have Hanbin take care of him like this forever, and another eternity for him to return all his love too.
“I hope I never find out,” he says instead as they settle back into bed and cuddle. “You’re my perfect match.”
“Just as you are mine, hyung.”
Having Hanbin next to him is like living an eternal summer.