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There’s this urge that manifests deep within Hanbin’s heart whenever he looks at his lover.
It’s an urge so overwhelming to the point where his palms are covered in tiny crescents and his bottom lip gets bitten raw.
Hanbin wants to eat Zhang Hao whole.
Not in a literal cannibalistic way, god no, he would never dare to consume his boyfriend like that. Hanbin very much wants Zhang Hao to be alive and breathing, thank you very much.
Hanbin wants to eat him in a metaphorical way. He wants to shrink Zhang Hao down into a palm-sized version of him and eat him in one bite. He wants to keep him in his mouth, then swallow him and have him stay in his stomach forever.
Truth be told, Hanbin doesn’t know why he feels this way, or when it all manifested exactly. It’s puzzling him as well.
Perhaps it’s just how perfect Zhang Hao always looks—gorgeous face and slender body paired with plush lips and a beautiful pair of eyes. His pretty hair that bounces with each movement and those adorable round apple cheeks that Hanbin loves so dearly whenever he smiles.
Maybe it’s the way Zhang Hao always clings onto his arm for warmth and looks at him with such softness in his eyes. The way he laughs and yells and pouts, how he gets startled so easily. It’s so easy to forget that he’s a year older and a few centimeters taller than Hanbin.
Or maybe, just maybe. It’s the way Zhang Hao sinks into his embrace after a long day, exhaustion evident on his features and eyes heavy with unshed tears.
They don’t say a word but they share an understanding, hugging until the sniffles quieten down.
It makes Hanbin’s heart twinge and he showers Zhang Hao in kisses and compliments until the corners of his lips finally upturns.
If Hanbin eats Zhang Hao, he would be safe inside of him. Nothing will harm his boyfriend that way, and they'll always be together. All for Hanbin and Hanbin only.
To say the least, Zhang Hao is simply edible and Hanbin doesn’t know what to do with this urge that grows exponentially each day.
───
“Do you ever have the urge to eat Ricky?” Hanbin asks out of the blue, earning a quizzing noise from the bundle of hair in his lap.
They’re situated on the couch of their waiting room with Gyuvin choosing Hanbin’s lap to be his pillow, enjoying some down time while waiting for the rest to complete their makeup.
“Eat Ricky?” Gyuvin lowers his phone to peer up at Hanbin, brows furrowed. “As in… Bite him and eat his flesh like a zombie or a cannibal?”
“What? No?” Hanbin blinks down at the younger. “Like you know, just.” He gestures with his hand, forming a circle before munching down on it.
“I don’t get it, hyung.” Gyuvin sits upright, tilting his head in a way that resembles a very confused puppy. “Why are you asking?”
Hanbin sighs, “I've just been having this overwhelming urge to eat Hao-hyung for… I don’t know, since the first day we met.”
Gyuvin shoots him a side-eye. “...Is that something sexual?”
Hanbin pauses to think. He guesses there’s indeed certain sexual aspects to it, but otherwise it’s really just something out of pure love.
When you love someone so much to the point you want to consume them whole.
“Not really, I just love him so much to the point where I want to keep him in my mouth.”
Gyuvin barks out a laugh, “Gross! That sounds very hamster of you, hyung.”
“Why are you laughing!” Hanbin flushes, “You don’t feel that way towards Ricky whenever you look at him at all?”
“Nope, he annoys me.” As if Ricky could sense his bad-mouthing from his seat, the blonde turns to stare at them and slowly raises a middle finger.
Gyuvin chuckles endearingly and retaliates with two middle fingers. “Well, maybe instead of keeping him in my mouth, I want to bite him.”
“So you’re the zombie!” Hanbin pokes Gyuvin’s side, erupting into a fit of laughter as a tickle battle ensues.
“What are you guys talking about?” A new voice approaches them and asks, a hand laying to rest on his shoulder.
Hanbin looks up mid-tickle and smiles at Zhang Hao, admiring his freshly done makeup and styled hair. He looks beautiful.
“Hanbin-hyung says he wants to eat you.” Gyuvin answers, straightening himself and smoothing the creases from his shirt. “Yet he called me the zombie.”
Zhang Hao raises a brow at him before turning to look at Hanbin. “What does that mean?”
A million thoughts and emotions jumble up on his tongue, trying to piece together into one coherent sentence.
Hanbin’s unable to exactly explain himself for the time being and thus he chooses to shrug sheepishly. “I don’t know.”
The older hums, the hand on Hanbin’s shoulder squeezing firmly.
“I guess it’s a mystery to be solved, then.”
───
Hanbin notices that the urge to eat him doesn’t entirely stem from a wholesome standpoint.
There’s something darker, more monstrous that swirls from the depths of his heart whenever another person gets close to Zhang Hao.
It was way worse before they officially got together.
Zhang Hao’s beauty is a double edged sword. Like a moth to a flame, people are naturally drawn to his charismatic personality and pretty face.
Hanbin’s one of them. But he should be the only one that can get close to the shining light of his life.
He detests anyone else who has the audacity to try and do so.
A hand around his waist, a seemingly flirtatious smile directed towards the older—it drives Hanbin crazy.
He has to glare threateningly and pry every single one of their dirty hands away from what’s his.
If there were no idol image to maintain, Hanbin’s sure he would’ve broken a couple of wrists by then.
“The manager says you can’t keep doing that, Hanbinnie.” Zhang Hao chides softly, squeezing both his cheeks. “It’s a bad sight for the fans.”
Hanbin only pouts, mumbling. “But I don’t want others to steal you from me.”
“No one will take me away because I’m yours, remember that.” Zhang Hao seals his promise with a kiss.
Since then, Hanbin forces himself to learn how to tame the impulse to physically put himself between Zhang Hao and someone else.
Even though Hanbin’s more secure in their relationship months later, he still has to constantly reinforce the cages he built up to suppress his innate jealousy.
Each time he spots Zhang Hao linking arms or resting his head on another member’s shoulder, Hanbin has to tear his gaze away. He resorts to nibbling at his lips to distract himself from the clawing need to separate them.
It’s a little pathetic for him to get jealous of his own members, especially the innocent young ones, but Hanbin really can’t help it.
Zhang Hao belongs to him. And Hanbin doesn’t want anyone else other than him to touch him.
If only he could keep him in his mouth.
───
There’s the saying ‘you are what you eat’.
While it’s intended to be used as a way to encourage healthy eating, Hanbin attaches an entirely different meaning to the saying:
To eat someone until you become them.
His love for Zhang Hao burns so intensely that even if he can’t literally eat him to do so, it doesn’t stop him from hyperfixating on other ways to become one.
When Hanbin loves someone, he goes all in.
He watches every single video on the internet of his lover, letting it play on repeat until he memorises every minute detail of him.
While tangled up in bed, he counts every beautiful mole on Zhang Hao’s face and skin so he could replicate them on his own body later on.
Hanbin always gets giddy with happiness whenever someone says they look like twins—the way they dance, their mannerisms, their looks.
He feels satisfied. Accomplished.
But he knows those aren’t the reasons why they’re so close to turning into a singular person.
You are what you eat.
Maybe the saying is accurate after all, Hanbin thinks as Zhang Hao cums in his mouth, looking up to admire the pretty boy breathing heavily.
His fingers massages his balls to coax more release out, moaning softly when his boyfriend’s cock twitches and dirties his tongue even more.
Hanbin’s eyes flutter shut in bliss. The heavy weight of Zhang Hao’s cock on his tongue always soothes his mind; being the only special person who can have a part of his lover in his mouth like this.
Saliva dribbles from the corner of his mouth but he doesn’t swallow. No, not just yet. He wants to savour this moment. Wants to plug his mouth full of Zhang Hao forever and never let go.
A hand tugs his hair. “Off, baobei.”
Hanbin whines, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s thighs to keep him trapped. He shakes his head, no.
“Hanbin-ah, please. I’m sensitive.” The older soothes his thumbs over Hanbin’s furrowed brows, rubbing gentle circles into his skin.
A few moments later, Hanbin finally relents. He gingerly pulls away, letting Zhang Hao’s softened cock slip out between his lips.
He keeps his cheeks puffed, bulging with his lover’s release still on his tongue.
“You didn’t swallow?” Zhang Hao muses, swiping a finger up Hanbin’s chin to scoop up a trail of cum. “Open your mouth.”
Hanbin obediently does as told, parting his mouth widely. His cock throbs between his legs as Zhang Hao gives a once over, feeling his ears burn from being scrutinised.
A palm rests under his chin, long fingers curling up to squeeze his cheeks together. It causes some cum to spill over the edges of Hanbin’s lips, the younger’s throat bobbing in an attempt to keep it all safe in his mouth.
“You’re quite the cumslut, aren’t you?” Zhang Hao spits into Hanbin’s mouth and pushes his cum-covered finger in, pressing down on his wet tongue.
The finger swirls around the pool of cum, mixing his load and saliva together before Zhang Hao slides another digit in.
He begins to thrust his fingers, shoving his release down Hanbin’s throat.
Hanbin squirms as he’s forced to swallow Zhang Hao’s cum like this. His fingers curl at his sides from the pleasurable pressure of Zhang Hao’s digits gliding on his tongue.
Another finger shoves its way in and Hanbin moans, the filthy squelching noises of his mouth getting finger-fucked growing louder in his ears.
Eager for more, Hanbin tries to stick his tongue out, catching something dark flash in Zhang Hao’s eyes before the corners of his lips slowly stretches into a grin.
Zhang Hao presses a foot down onto Hanbin’s leaking cock.
The younger chokes around his fingers, his moans of pleasure coming out garbled as the foot drags up his length to dig into the tip of his cock.
“That’s my good boy.” He hears the older purr and tears well up in his eyes from the praise.
Hanbin’s a good boy. He’s a good boy swallowing up Zhang Hao’s cum and fingers, digesting everything that’s given to him.
He grinds into the sole of Zhang Hao’s feet and paws at his half-hard cock, peering up at him through his long lashes pleadingly.
Zhang Hao’s fingers finally slip out of his mouth to wrap around his own length, slicking it up and stroking it back to full hardness.
“Please, give me more.” Hanbin begs, practically salivating at the sight of Zhang Hao’s perfect cock.
He feels like a mess, sticky with cum and saliva running down his chest but he’s too cock-drunk to think. “Want more of your cum, please.”
Zhang Hao slaps his cock against his cheeks and Hanbin nuzzles against it, angling his head to try and catch his cockhead into his mouth.
“My pretty slut’s so fucking desperate.” The feet presses down harder on his cock and Hanbin whimpers, jaw going slack.
“Gege—”
His mouth gets stuffed full with cock the very next second, cutting him off. Hanbin minutely chokes around the sudden rough intrusion but regains his composure, lips curving into a smile as Zhang Hao fists his hair and thrusts forward.
Hanbin feels like he’s floating as Zhang Hao face-fucks him mercilessly; all he could feel is his boyfriend’s cock deliciously hitting the back of his throat and his low moans each time Hanbin’s throat constricts.
“You’re taking it so well,” Zhang Hao praises breathlessly, hips snapping faster. “Ah, your mouth’s really made to suck my cock.”
The younger preens, pressing his tongue flat against the taller’s cock for more stimulation.
He feels Zhang Hao’s cock throb on his tongue as he orgasms, releasing a thick stream of cum down his throat.
Hanbin greedily gulps it all down, cheeks hollowing to create a tight suction. He moves his head, happily swallowing when Zhang Hao’s cock weakly pulses out a little more cum.
Zhang Hao’s thighs start to shake from sensitivity and Hanbin whines when the fingers in his hair try to tug him off.
“Hanbin—” He gasps out, body curling into itself as he tries his hardest to push Hanbin off his cock.
Hanbin ignores him. His hands come up to grab Zhang Hao’s hips strongly, keeping him still as he relentlessly bobs his head.
The older’s legs give up and he collapses onto the floor, Hanbin following through the motion until they’re both sprawled on the ground haphazardly.
Zhang Hao’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly. His cock’s throbbing and he swears he’s going to pass out if he were to cum another time.
Hanbin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He's kneeling between Zhang Hao’s spread legs with unfocused wide eyes staring down at him, deranged.
His head feels lightheaded and Hanbin thinks he must’ve gotten insane because drinking Zhang Hao’s cum twice is still not enough.
He still feels a deep hunger inside of him, an empty void that’s begging to be filled.
He needs even more.
He needs their bodies to become one.
It feels like he’d reached the limit of suppressing his urges over the course of months and it all comes crashing down on him like a huge tidal wave.
His movements are frenzied, needy, like a deprived drug addict. Hanbin straddles Zhang Hao’s waist, fucking three fingers into his own mouth to slick them up.
He quickly stretches his hole open with his fingers, uncaring if he’s well prepped or not—he just needs Zhang Hao in him right now.
Hanbin pulls out his fingers and reaches behind, fumbling when he grabs Zhang Hao’s cock to align it with his hole.
The older’s eyes widen, mouth frantically opening to say something but it falls on deaf ears as Hanbin shoves himself down, impaling himself onto Zhang Hao’s cock in one swift motion—devouring him whole.
Blood rushes to Hanbin’s ears and he clenches down around the length, tearing out a shout from his boyfriend.
The stretch is a little dry, teetering on the edge of pleasurable pain, the way he always prefers it. Hanbin lifts himself up and slams back down, roughly fucking himself on Zhang Hao’s cock.
He presses a hand on his lower stomach to possessively rub at where Zhang Hao’s filling him up—the spot where they’re connected together.
All mine.
Zhang Hao’s fingers are bruising around his hips, nails digging crescents into his skin. He has his head tossed back into the hard floor, moaning gutturally, the veins in his neck straining as Hanbin uses his cock.
“Hanbin, fuck—slow down.”
A bead of sweat drips down his boyfriend’s forehead. Hanbin’s transfixed by the motion, watches it leave a shiny trail on its way down his face and neck to pool at the dip of his collarbone.
Hanbin swoops down to lap at it hungrily, moaning at the familiar mix of salty and sweet taste bursting on his tongue.
It is filthy and unhygienic to consume another person’s sweat. It should’ve been disgusting to him—but Hanbin doesn’t care.
He’s been addicted to the way his sweat tastes ever since he first wiped Zhang Hao’s sweat in the practice room.
Hanbin vividly recalls staring at the glistening back of his hand, wondering how his sweat would taste. Curiousity soon got the better of him and when no one was looking, he quickly darted his tongue out to taste it.
It’s sweet. Hanbin wasn’t that surprised as the rest of Zhang Hao tastes sweet too, if not even sweeter. His saliva, tears, cum, and now his sweat.
Despite so, he remembers having to excuse himself to the bathroom right after due to the sudden, overwhelming urge to pin Zhang Hao against the mirror in front of everyone and lick the sweat off every inch of his skin.
Zhang Hao’s a sugary dessert that Hanbin always craves for more.
Sadly, Zhang Hao’s colder body only sweats profusely when he’s in dance practice, on stage or during sex.
Hence, when Zhang Hao’s body is now sweating bullets from being pushed past the brink of oversensitivity, Hanbin greedily eats it all up.
He licks a broad stripe up his throat, licking and sucking at the sweaty skin like he found a mirage in a desert.
Zhang Hao sobs under his warm tongue, eyes rolling back when Hanbin’s teeth graze a sensitive spot on his neck.
The older’s shaking uncontrollably under him, fat tears running down his cheeks as a stream of pleas spill out from his red lips.
“Hurts,” Zhang Hao whimpers and Hanbin laps his tears up, wrapping his arms around the older to pull their bodies closer.
He fucks himself down faster, gyrating his hips until Zhang Hao’s cock hits the sweet spot inside him. His body violently shudders at the burst of pleasure, letting out a loud moan.
Hanbin presses their lips together to swallow up the older’s broken noises, moving faster and faster towards their high.
His noises increase in volume and pitch until Hanbin feels Zhang Hao’s hip convulse beneath him, jostling his body upwards.
Hanbin’s eyes roll back into his skull when Zhang Hao’s warm release fills him up, biting down on the older’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he follows him and cums.
He trembles through his orgasm. It tastes like sweet iron as Hanbin slowly licks up the blood, sighing in content.
Resting his head against Zhang Hao’s chest, Hanbin closes his eyes, clenching his hole tightly around the softening cock to keep everything safe inside of him.
He’s finally sated. The hunger slowly fizzes out of his body.
When the fog slowly lifts from Hanbin’s mind a few minutes later, he peels open his eyes, blinking blearily.
He faintly registers the sight of his boyfriend laying motionless under him, eyes closed with his bitten lips parted.
His heart sinks.
“Hao?” Hanbin calls out, voice soft as he hurriedly checks for a pulse. He sighs in relief when he feels it thrumming steadily under his fingers.
Hanbin gently shakes him and winces at the motion, realising that Zhang Hao’s cock is still inside and he carefully lifts himself off.
A part of him mourns, wishing they could stay connected forever. But Hanbin’s too worried for that now.
There’s only one other time where Zhang Hao had passed out in bed and it’s when Hanbin accidentally made him cum too hard from a prostate massage.
The younger felt so bad that he spent the entire night sobbing and apologising in his boyfriend’s arms.
“Fuck.” Hanbin hears a curse and he gasps, hands flying to cradle his boyfriend’s face.
“Hyung!” He plants kisses of relief all over his lover’s face as he scoops him into his arms tightly. “Are you okay?”
Zhang Hao glares at him weakly, “You almost sucked my soul out from my cock.”
Hanbin breaths out a sigh, soothing an apologetic hand over the older’s matted forehead. “M’sorry, Hao-hyung. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Zhang Hao prods the tip of Hanbin's nose, “Now, get me clean if you’re really sorry.”
“Yes, hyung.”
A blanket is thrown over Zhang Hao and Hanbin gently picks him up to carry him towards the shower.
“What’s gotten into you, baobei?” Zhang Hao asks, laughing quietly. “You went crazy. Not that I’m complaining.”
Hanbin returns a laugh and shakes his head.
He wishes he knows why too.
───
Seeing Zhang Hao wear his clothes, the blue necklace, their matching promise rings, or even their couple outfits gifted by fans makes Hanbin absolutely delighted.
It satisfies the possessive itch in his brain watching his lover proudly showing off that he’s his other half through fashion—something that Zhang Hao values highly.
Knowing how the older constantly puts a considerate amount of care into his appearance, meticulously crafting his outfit to reflect either his personality or a thoughtful statement, Hanbin’s thrilled.
The fact that he does it so often and unprompted makes Hanbin feel like his crazy little sentiments are being reciprocated.
He doesn’t admit it aloud, but Hanbin gets half hard each time he sees him like that.
His gums ache to bite Zhang Hao’s exposed skin to leave marks all over neck. To leave his very own brand on his lover.
Away from all the flashing cameras and prying eyes, Hanbin pulls Zhang Hao into a corner to bite down on his lower lip.
While Hanbin’s unable to leave visible hickeys on Zhang Hao’s skin for him to wear in public, he’s found an alternative for it.
His teeth sinks into the tender flesh, bruising the very same spot he’s been fixated on biting. He licks the blood off and smugly grins up at the older after leaving his mark.
Zhang Hao smiles fondly in return. With a hand on his waist, he flips them around and does the same for Hanbin’s lip.
A few weeks later, when Hanbin spots a shiny moon sticker deliberately placed just right beside Zhang Hao’s beauty mark under his eye, resembling so much like his chest tattoo—he drags them to the closest washroom with a raging hard on and sucks a bruising red mark onto Zhang Hao’s hip.
When they finally get back to the dorms, Hanbin loses all sense of control and fucks him hard against their bedroom wall, chanting “My pretty Hao” into his ears.
───
“It hurts whenever you’re not by my side.” Hanbin confesses one night in bed.
It’s one in the morning and they should’ve been asleep. They have a schedule the next day, yet they’ve been gazing into each other’s eye and tracing their bodies with their fingertips.
“Oh? Where does it hurt, baobei?” Zhang Hao asks, intrigued.
“Everywhere,” he sighs out. “It’s like my soul is constantly aching for you.”
Hanbin takes hold of Zhang Hao’s hand and splays it over the left side of his chest, over his beating heart. “It hurts here the most when we’re forced apart. Even for a second.”
“I know how you feel,” Zhang Hao responds sympathetically, rubbing his thumb into the fabric of Hanbin’s pyjamas. “It pains me a lot too.”
Their fingers intertwine tightly. Hanbin deeply yearns to consume Zhang Hao like how his love for him is eating him whole.
It would be less painful for them both that way if they could just turn into a singular person.
He lifts their hand up to press his lips into the curve of Zhang Hao’s palm, murmuring softy. “If I could eat you whole so that we can forever be together, I would.”
Zhang Hao hums, shuffling to press closer to Hanbin. The glow from their nightstand lamp casts a pretty halo around his hair, shadows gently kissing his cheeks.
Despite the darkness, his lover never fails to look breathtakingly ethereal.
“You know, you and your whole thing about eating me, I’ve figured it out.”
Hanbin blinks, “You have?” He stares into Zhang Hao’s beautiful eyes, mesmerised.
Zhang Hao nods and states matter of factly, “You’re obsessed with me and want to keep me all for yourself.”
“You’re my boyfriend, hyung, of course I’m obsessed with you and I’m keeping you for myself.” Hanbin replies, confusion bubbling in his brain. “Isn’t that normal?”
“Normal?” He hears the older sigh and click his tongue, pulling his hand out from under Hanbin’s. “I don’t think you understand yourself yet.”
Zhang Hao untangles himself from Hanbin’s limbs, pulling himself up to lay on top of him. Their chests press tightly together.
Hanbin swears Zhang Hao could feel his heart skip a beat when he lowers himself, face only a couple of centimeters away from his.
“You watch every video about me on repeat and copy everything about me just so that people would call us twins.” Zhang Hao speaks slowly, his breath tickling his lips. “You especially love when fans pick up on it.”
Blood rushes to Hanbin’s ears. His heartbeat speeds up as his eyes slowly widen.
“How did—” A thin finger presses against his lips and shushes him.
Zhang Hao continues, “You want to eat me but it’s impossible, so you eat my cum, saliva, tears and sweat instead. The list goes on.”
Hanbin’s frozen under him, feeling like he’s just been ripped wide open and exposed from inside out. He knows that his lover is observant, but it never crossed his mind that his actions would be dissected apart like this.
He quickly scans Zhang Hao’s features trying to decipher how he feels.
Is he disgusted? Angry? Is he going to leave him…?
Unfortunately, the older has a perfect mask on and all Hanbin could do is to stare into his calculating eyes.
He sucks in a shuddery breath when the finger on his lips trails down his cheek, stopping right under his chin.
Zhang Hao tilts his head up and Hanbin has to bite down on his lip to muffle the pathetic noise that’s threatening to escape his throat.
“Does that all sound normal to you, Hanbin?”
Yes. Yes, it does.
It sounds fully normal to Hanbin. Of course every normal person who loves their other half would do that as well. Any less and it wouldn’t be true love now, would it?
Unless… his undying love for Zhang Hao isn’t being received well by him.
Something unsettling churns in the pit of Hanbin’s stomach at that thought.
Maybe he’s gotten too overboard with everything he’s done and it’s creeping Zhang Hao out.
But he can’t and doesn’t know how to stop it. It’s just what he does when he’s in love with someone special like his boyfriend. His Zhang Hao.
He’d rather jump off a cliff than to love him in a different way.
“Do… Do you hate that?” Hanbin’s voice shakes as he squeezes the question out. His eyes sting with fearful tears at the dreaded answer that will come next. “Hao, I—”
He nearly sobs into Zhang Hao’s mouth when the gap between their lips finally closes. Hanbin wraps his trembling hands around his boyfriend’s neck to deepen the kiss, afraid to let go.
Eventually, they need to part for air and Hanbin’s tears start to fall freely. He lets out a choked cry when Zhang Hao kisses his tears and strokes the top of his head.
“No, I don’t hate that.” Zhang Hao whispers against his lips. “I love it, Bin-ah. It makes me happy to know you’re obsessed with me.”
The words bring relief to Hanbin and he sniffles, peering into his eyes to seek the truth. When he’s met with a warm look of sincerity and love, all tensed muscles in his body finally relax.
Zhang Hao’s fingers card through his hair and his next words are spoken softly. “You’re obsessed with me, just as much as I’m obsessed with you too. Haven’t you noticed, Hanbin?”
It finally dawns on Hanbin.
The constant hand on his shoulder and arm that tightens when someone else approaches him, leaving virtually no space between them.
The compulsive need to dress up in everything related to him, loudly showing off to everyone that they belong to each other.
The curated albums full of thousands of candid shots of him he’d found on Zhang Hao’s phone, some dating back to way before they even got close to each other.
Zhang Hao’s equally as obsessed with Hanbin just like how Hanbin is with Zhang Hao.
His lover understands him just the same.
“I’ve noticed, hyung.” He beams, heart thumping widly with elation. Dimples indent his cheeks from how wide he’s grinning.
His heart feels so full that it could explode.
“Good.” Zhang Hao returns the grin, eyes curving into crescents before something dark flickers behind it. “Do you know how much I wish I could chain you to myself so you’ll only look at me?”
Hanbin’s breath hitches when Zhang Hao suddenly tugs his head back, his voice dropping an octave when he speaks.
“You’re too kind to everyone. People take advantage of nice people like you and I hate that.” Zhang Hao almost growls at a memory of Hanbin getting hurt and backstabbed by an acquaintance.
“You should just give me all your attention because I’ll never hurt you.”
He shudders from Zhang Hao’s possessive tone. His confession sends a shiver of arousal down Hanbin’s spine knowing how much his lover wants to keep him all to himself too.
Oh, he’s so loved by Zhang Hao.
“I will. I’ll only look at you.” Hanbin breathes out—his answer a vow.
Pleased by his words, Zhang Hao smiles and closes his mouth around his barred throat. Hanbin moans when teeth nip his skin, leaving a red mark.
Zhang Hao pulls off his neck and presses a thumb down on the blossoming hickey. “Fuck me tonight, Hanbin.”
The older grinds his hips down, letting their rapidly hardening lengths rub against each other through their thin shorts.
Hanbin moans softly, licking his lips. He then drags his palms down the curve of Zhang Hao’s spine to palm his ass, “Can I eat you out first?”
“Hungry?” His lover teases.
“Starving.” He responds, slipping his hands under the fabric to squeeze the soft mounds of flesh.
Zhang Hao laughs and pushes himself off Hanbin, turning around. He tantalisingly tugs his shorts down, slowly revealing his beautiful milky skin inch by inch.
The fabric gets discarded somewhere across the room and Hanbin’s mouth waters at the sight of the perfect ass right in front of his face.
He immediately pulls Zhang Hao back by his hips and unhinges his jaw, biting down on a mouthful of supple flesh.
The taller lets out a yelp of surprise.
Somehow, it reminds Hanbin of mantou, a fluffy Chinese steamed bun which Zhang Hao introduced to him a few weeks ago.
It’s chewy and delicious, and he recalls ordering a second serving after inhaling an entire plate.
Dough (pun intended), it’s uncomparable to just how savoury Zhang Hao’s buns are.
Hanbin pulls off and presses his lips to the teeth marks deeply indenting Zhang Hao’s right cheek, mouthing at the freshly bitten skin.
He suddenly feels a cold hand graze his belly, dipping under his pants to pull his cock out, wrapping around the base.
His hips cants upwards eagerly, earning him a slap to his thigh.
“Stay still.” Zhang Hao orders and Hanbin forces his hips down. “And why did you stop? I thought you wanted to eat me out.”
“I do,” Hanbin squeezes the older’s cheeks together before spreading them apart, eyes zeroing into his hole.
“Then what are you waiting for? Go on.”
Hanbin wastes no time shoving his face between Zhang Hao’s ass, lolling his tongue out to messily lap at his rim. He moans at the faint scent of his citrus bodywash and natural musk, the burst of salty-sweet on his tongue.
Zhang Hao rewards him by stroking him slowly, spreading the precum that’s leaking from his tip all over his shaft.
It prompts Hanbin to push his tongue in, followed by a finger, then another, diligently opening Zhang Hao up. His free hand digs into his waist to drag him impossibly closer, until he’s practically being suffocated between his ass.
He feels like he’s in heaven like this—squashed between one of his favourite spots while his lover is moaning and cursing above him, grinding down on his tongue.
“Fuck yes, just like that, baobei.” Zhang Hao moans, arching his back.
Spit dribbles down his chin as Hanbin spreads his fingers apart and messily fucks his tongue in and out, spurred on by the noises he’s coaxing out of his boyfriend.
He eats him like a starving man. Hanbin shoves his tongue in as deeply as possible, desiring to eat him from inside out.
The sounds are absolutely filthy echoing in his ears each time he slurps and pants against Zhang Hao’s spit-slickened rim.
Hanbin nearly chokes on his saliva when he feels Zhang Hao’s tongue dig into his weeping slit. His toes curl when the older swallows him all the way down to the base, deepthroating him.
His body instantly overheats from the additional source of warm, wet, heat around his cock, and he feels his brain steadily melting away.
Zhang Hao’s lips are a tight vacuum seal around his length, dragging up and down as he bobs his head fast.
Hanbin starts to get light headed and he tries to pull back to momentarily breathe, but finds it difficult to do so with Zhang Hao’s grinding on his face so intently.
He pulls his fingers out to grabs Zhang Hao’s waist with both hands tightly, using all his strength to push him off to no avail.
He’s trapped.
Hanbin’s trapped under a desperate Zhang Hao using his mouth for pleasure while simultaneously knocking the breath out of him with his own sinful mouth.
For a fleeting moment, Hanbin thinks he might actually die. It’s a bizarre way to go, but he honestly thinks he wouldn’t mind.
It’ll be a beautiful way to go; doing the thing he loves the most with his lover.
Moments later, he feels a gush of wetness on his stomach and Zhang Hao pulls off his cock to moan loudly.
The weight lifts off his face and Hanbin instantly sucks in a deep breath. Air rushes back into his lungs like a sweet embrace.
“Good boy, you did amazing for me.” A trembling hand soothes his sticky face and Hanbin tears his eyes open, staring dazedly at the hazy figure above him. “You made me cum so well.”
A finger swipes the moisture from under his eyes and he rapidly blinks his tears away until his vision clears.
The double-vision finally fuses into one and he’s greeted with the sight of his pretty boyfriend, flushed with swollen lips that probably matches his.
“My perfect baby,” Zhang Hao praises again, lowering himself to kiss his lips. “Mine.”
He feels fingers swipe across the mess on his stomach and sees Zhang Hao holding his cum-covered fingers in front of his face.
Hanbin obediently parts his lips for him to push his dirtied fingers in, sucking on the digits until they slide out clean with a wet pop.
They repeat the process; Zhang Hao swiping his release off their bodies and feeding it to Hanbin until they’re both clean.
“That’s my good kitten.” The older says, his eyes dark with arousal.
Hanbin’s aching cock throbs, making its presence known. He’s insanely hard that it hurts.
“Gege,” He grasps at his waist pleadingly, voice thick with want. “Gege, please let me cum too, please—”
“Shh, relax. I’ll let you cum,” Zhang Hao hushes him with a tender kiss to his forehead.
He climbs off the younger to grab the bottle of lube on their nightstand before laying down on the bed on his back.
Invitingly lifting his legs up to his chest, Zhang Hao reveals his hole that’s messily covered in Hanbin’s saliva. He uncaps the bottle and drizzles lube over his entrance, pushing it in with a long finger.
The older languidly stretches himself out and Hanbin watches, entranced, before settling between his spread legs. Then, he pushes a finger of his own in, stretching him further.
It’s deeply arousing to admire the way Zhang Hao’s hole stretch around both of their fingers, the sensation of his digit smoothly rubbing against his as they thrust alternatively sends Hanbin’s brain spiraling.
He pours more lube over their fingers and pushes it in for good measures, slicking his hole up nice and wet like how they both like it.
Zhang Hao pulls his finger out and Hanbin follows suit. He wraps his arms around Hanbin’s neck, pulling him down and whispers. “I’m ready.”
Hanbin aligns his leaking cock against his entrance and slowly pushes forward, sobbing in relief when the tip pops in.
The first push in is always a gratifying experience. Hanbin always registers how insanely warm and wet he feels, his hole greedily sucking him in and melting his brain.
He’d always thought that between them both, he’s the one that’s most affected in bed no matter which position they’re in—somehow, Zhang Hao always finds a way to get the upper hand on him, to be in better control.
That is until he notices how vulnerable Zhang Hao appears whenever he first pushes in; the hands that grab tightly onto his skin, his flushed body that arches and presses closer to his chest.
It always sends Hanbin’s heart racing watching Zhang Hao’s mouth part into an ‘o’ as his body accommodates the intrusion, the raw emotion of pleasure evident on his perfect features.
Hanbin dips down to kiss him harshly, shoving the rest of his cock in, fully burying himself to the hilt. They both moan into each other’s mouths.
He lets his boyfriend adjust around his length, gliding his tongue over his plush lips until they pull apart.
“Fuck me hard, Hanbin.” Zhang Hao cranes his neck to bite the shell of Hanbin’s ear, “Make us both cum.”
Upok command, Hanbin’s hips began moving on its own accord. It’s as if his last strand of preservation has shattered, fucking into the addictive heat with strong thrusts.
“Feels s’good—oh.” Hanbin digs his toes into the mattress, fingers bruisingly pressing into Zhang Hao’s waist to repeatedly slam him down on his cock, moaning as he chases after his high.
It feels so good that drool starts to dribble from the corners of Hanbin’s parted mouth, his pink tongue lolling out.
He hears Zhang Hao laugh, “You look like a fucking dog in heat.”
Hanbin whines at the degrading comment, shaking his head.
“M’not a dog,” his cheeks burn but his thrusts only increases in speed, the coil in his stomach tightening.
He hooks a hand under Zhang Hao’s knee to throw it over his shoulder, earning a loud moan as he presses his body down.
The new angle allows Hanbin to thrust deeper, harder into Zhang Hao, and he shifts his hips to ram directly into his prostate.
“Fuck!” Zhang Hao curses, back arching high off the bed at a brutal thrust. It sends a full body tremble each time Hanbin hits his prostate, his hole repeatedly clenching down on his cock.
Hanbin’s eyes widen at how loud his boyfriend is getting and slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle them.
Warm breath tickles his palm as Zhang Hao stares at him through lidded eyes, and then he feels a wet tongue licking at his skin.
Hanbin shudders, quickly turning his head to bite Zhang Hao’s thigh slung over his shoulder, muffling his own noises.
His hand on Zhang Hao’s mouth slackens a little and ever the menace he is, the older seizes the opportunity to take two fingers into his mouth.
The tongue laps over the ridges of his fingers, an unusual sensitive spot but one of Hanbin’s weaknesses that they discovered. Arousal starts crashing down on him in waves and he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
As if Zhang Hao could tell, he clenches his hole tightly and watches Hanbin’s pace falter, movements growing sloppy and desperate
Suddenly, Zhang Hao bites down on his fingers. It sends a sharp jolt of pleasure down Hanbin’s spine and he cries out.
“Gonna cum, I’m so close.” Hanbin pants and grits his teeth, feeling his balls drawing close.
He draws his fingers out of Zhang Hao’s mouth to take hold of his weeping length, stroking him in time with his thrusts, willing for the older to reach his peak together.
A nail scrapes over his nipple and Hanbin chokes on a moan when Zhang Hao starts teasing his nipples. His cock throbs. “Gege—”
“Cum for me.” The fingers tug harshly on his chest and Hanbin sees stars explode behind his eyelids. “Fill me up.”
Hanbin slams himself in fully and moans gutturally, cumming hard. His body shakes as he empties himself deep inside of Zhang Hao, his hand wrapped around the latter’s cock squeezing so tightly that it pushes him to climax as well.
He feels himself floating. He’d orgasmed so hard that he feels his brain disconnect from his physical body; toes and fingers numb.
Zhang Hao grounds him with a searing kiss, grinding down on his sensitive cock to ride out their shared high.
Hanbin whimpers into his mouth, thighs trembling from oversensitivity. His body feels like a livewire, jerking with every minute movement from his lover.
When the last wave of pleasure ebbs away from Zhang Hao’s body, he finally stills. Hanbin exhales and slumps onto his chest, sweat trickling down his forehead.
His softening cock is still plugging Zhang Hao up, keeping his release in. It feels good to stay buried in him like this, joined together from one singular spot. He smiles in bliss.
Before the steady thrum of Zhang Hao’s heartbeat could lull him to sleep, Hanbin forces himself to lift his head up to get cleaned.
“I’m going to pull out.” Hanbin pushes himself off Zhang Hao and slowly withdraws—
A pair of strong legs cross behind him, the soles of his feet digging into his lower back to anchor him down, fusing their sweaty bodies together.
Hanbin splutters as he’s confined between Zhang Hao’s limbs. The latter tightly wraps around him like a snake, preventing him from pulling out.
“Give me one more, Hanbin.” Zhang Hao presses open-mouth kisses on the column of Hanbin’s neck and Hanbin cries out when he clenches around on his sensitive cock. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
Without waiting for a response, Zhang Hao starts fucking himself down on his hardening cock, hips torturously swivelling and grinding.
The older lets out drunken moans of pleasure as he uses his cock and all Hanbin could do is lay above him, trapped in a cage in the form of Zhang Hao.
Distantly, he thinks that this might be Zhang Hao’s revenge for the previous time he’d gotten too greedy with him.
It’s as if the roles have been reversed. Instead of eating Zhang Hao, he’s now the one being eaten alive in his boyfriend’s own insanity.
“You’re obsessed with me, just as much as I’m obsessed with you too.”
If this is how it feels to be obsessed over by Zhang Hao, he’ll gladly let himself be chained up and eaten until he’s satisfied.
Even as tears drip down his eyes, Hanbin pushes through the oversensitivity and meets Zhang Hao’s movements in the middle.
He watches his lover’s lips stretch into a satisfied smile as his shaky thrusts slowly increase in speed, until they’re both fervently grinding and moaning into each other’s skin.
Hanbin’s aware that he’s an intense lover, and he feels so lucky to have found Zhang Hao who matches him perfectly in every way.
Though, he’s fully convinced that the older might just be much more intense than him.
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These days, Hanbin’s lips are getting much better. They no longer bleed from being bitten raw from suppressing his urges.
The two find themselves being entangled much more boldly, uncaring of what others might think.
It makes Hanbin’s heart beat a lot easier and his smile a lot wider as he lets his desires run free.
Hanbin devours and Zhang Hao shackles them together until they’re two halves merged into one forever.
It’s a type of pure, obsessive love that only the two of them can understand.