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Zhang Hao woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks. Just the day before, the band had been run ragged, going from a strenuous dance practice to an energy-sapping interview, and then right to a live performance. While he knew exactly what he had been signing up for when he became an idol, it was entirely different to experience the absolute exhaustion that came with the job. He couldn’t even remember exactly how he got to his bed last night. After all, he was 90% sure that he fell dead-asleep in the car. Faint flashes of Hanbin interlaced with his passing out are in the back of his mind, and Hao pieces them together to determine that his boyfriend must have pulled him out of his seat and drug him up to their shared room.
Speaking of Hanbin, it was at this moment that Hao realized the leader wasn’t next to him. It wasn’t surprising, though. Even on their days off, Hanbin had a habit of waking up before everyone else (even the sun, sometimes) and drinking coffee or making breakfast in the kitchen. The longer Hao dated him, the more he realized that the younger was practically an elderly woman.
Sighing, Hao removed himself from the warmth of his covers to go search for the leader. As expected, Hanbin was sitting at the kitchen table, mug in hand, scrolling through what looked like Twitter on his cellphone. He didn’t even notice Hao until the older wrapped his hands around Hanbin’s shoulders and buried his face into his neck.
“Why in the hell are you up so early on our day off? I woke up cold because of you,” Hao mumbled without any heat, words slurred by morning tiredness and the fact that his mouth was still flush against Hanbin’s neck.
Hanbin just laughed, patting Hao on the head. “Mmhmm, I’m sorry, baby. When I woke up, you were still knocked out. I wanted to let you sleep in a bit.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Hao grumbled. He let go of Hanbin and instead dropped down into the chair next to him. “I must’ve been really exhausted. I don’t even remember getting home last night.”
“You were,” Hanbin snickered. “In fact, you were so out of it that you kept speaking to me in Mandarin. You would try to tell me something and then get mad when I couldn’t understand you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep,” Hanbin nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. “Not even a word of Korean was spoken. It was like the language completely fell out of your head.”
Hao snorted, face falling into his hands in embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. That happens sometimes. Exhaustion reverts you back to your roots, I guess. Korean makes a lot less sense on little energy,”
Hanbin reached over to play with Hao’s hair, twirling it between his fingers. “It’s okay. I found it cute,” he winked.
At that moment, Gyuvin stumbled into the kitchen, hair askew and eyes still partially closed. It took him a double-take to realize that Hao and Hanbin were there as well.
“G’morning,” he slurred out.
Hao couldn’t help but laugh. “Good morning to you, too. There’s coffee on the counter.”
Gyuvin nodded a thanks before turning toward the fridge and opening the doors. He searched around for a second before pulling out several ingredients for breakfast. Hanbin started to get up, prepared to aid the zombie-like younger in cooking.
“I’ll help, Gyu. You still look barely awake.”
Gyuvin waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, hyung. Ricky will be here- Ah, speak of the devil!”
Instantly, Gyuvin looked ten times more awake than before. If he had a tail, it would’ve wagged at the sight of Ricky entering the kitchen. Really, Gyuvin had the excitement of a dog- exhilarated about seeing someone he woke up with less than ten minutes ago.
“Don’t call me the devil,” Ricky said in lieu of hello to Gyuvin. He turned and waved to the two at the table. “Good morning, hyungs.”
The blond looked far much more awake than Gyuvin had when he had come in, but still somewhat sleepy. This Ricky was one of Hao’s favorites. He was missing the sharp eyeliner and striking contacts, instead barefaced with his big, brown, boba eyes that he says always makes him look too young. He was wearing small shorts, showing off his pale, long legs and a large sweatshirt (likely Gyuvins) that hung off his frame nicely. His hair was fluffy and a little messy from the bed, but still paled in comparison to Gyuvin’s that stuck up in every direction yet still somehow fit him.
“Why are you only nice to them?” Gyuvin whined, pulling Ricky into his arms. He peppered the blonde's face with kisses as Ricky cringed and tried to bat him away, not unlike a cat would.
These two really aren’t ever escaping the cat and dog allegations, are they? Zhang Hao thought with a smile.
Ricky finally squirmed out of Gyuvin’s hold and hopped up onto the kitchen counter, right beside where Gyuvin had laid out his ingredients. Gyuvin made his way over to stand in between Ricky’s legs, placing his hands on the blonde’s thighs. He rubbed his palms up and down, shoving underneath the hem of Ricky’s shorts. Hao was pretty sure that he heard Hanbin’s breath hitch next to him when Gyuvin pushed the cloth up a little too high, but he ignored it (along with the fact that Hao himself swallowed deeply at the same time.)
“Whatcha making?” Ricky asked softly, combing his fingers through Gyuvin’s hair to try and settle his bedhead. Gyuvin leaned into the touch.
“Omelets, probably. Do you want one?”
Ricky hummed, nodding. Gyuvin placed a quick kiss on his lips before scooting to the side and turning on the stove.
There were a few moments of silence as Gyuvin worked with the eggs. Ricky monitored his boyfriend, giving him a few tips as he went to make the cooking easier. Gyuvin always had a rebuttal queued up, but in the end did exactly as Ricky told him. Whipped, he was.
Zhang Hao watched the two for a while in silence. He was pretty sure that Hanbin had gone back to scrolling on Twitter, so it came as a bit of a surprise when the younger boy spoke up.
“Ricky-ah, I have a question for you.”
Ricky looked up from where he was instructing Gyuvin on how to put the cheese on the eggs so that there was an even amount in all areas.
“What’s up?”
“Do you ever forget Korean when you're tired?”
“He forgets Korean even when he’s wide awake,” Gyuvin said. He was immediately slapped in the shoulder. Ricky glared at his boyfriend for a second more before replying to Hanbin.
“Yeah, sometimes. The more tired I am, the harder it is to remember vocabulary.”
Hanbin nodded. “That makes sense. But, do you ever find yourself forgetting the language completely? Like, not even remembering that you speak it?”
Ricky laughed, his perfect white teeth sparkling under the fluorescent kitchen lighting. “I’m guessing Hao did this recently?”
Ricky was too smart for his own good.
“Yes. Last night, I spoke in only Mandarin, and Hanbin wants to know if that's normal because he’s a loser who only speaks one language and doesn’t get it.”
Hao ignored Hanbin’s sputtering disagreement from the side.
“It’s totally normal. I do it all of the time. It’s even worse, though, because Korean is my third language. If I’m losing energy, Korean is the first thing that gets pushed out of my brain.”
“It’s true,” Gyuvin laughed. “Just the other night, Ricky kept trying to ask me where I put his phone charger. It took him saying it several times for him to realize that he was saying most of the sentence in English and the word ‘phone charger’ in Mandarin. Very confusing moment for us.”
Hao snickered, imagining the scene of a tired Ricky and lost Gyuvin struggling with the language barrier and getting more fed up with each other as it went on.
“Interesting,” Hanbin responded. He was smiling too, likely imagining the same thing. “I guess I never thought about what it’s like to have your first language not be your default language.”
Hao nodded. “I think I’ve been speaking Korean long enough that I don’t lose it that easily anymore. A lot has to be taken out of me to be that brainless.”
When he turned to look back at Hanbin instead of Ricky, he watched a realization spread across his boyfriend’s face. Hao raised an eyebrow.
“You okay?” He asked, quietly now as Ricky and Gyuvin seemed to have locked in on their own conversation.
Hanbin was silent for a second before his smile grew. “Brainless, huh?”
Hao narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?”
“Hao,” Hanbin drew his name out, kind of like a song. “Do you think, possibly, that there is any way-”
“Spit it out, Binnie,” Hao deadpanned.
“Do you think that I could fuck you well enough to make you forget Korean?”
Hao was really glad that Ricky and Gyuvin weren’t in this conversation anymore. His jaw dropped slightly, his thighs clenched a bit, and his eyes opened wide.
“It is seven in the morning.”
“Not right now, obviously,” Hanbin pouted. “But at some point? Can I try?”
Hao couldn’t help the smile forming on his face. “Of course you can. That’s- that’s really hot, Bin.”
Hanbin hummed. “I’ll make it happen,” he promised.
–
It took quite a while for Hanbin to make good on his promise. Not necessarily because it was difficult, or he wasn’t good enough, but because they didn’t have much time to really commit to it.
As an idol, free sex time wasn’t easy to come by. With your tight schedules, you’re usually limited to handjobs in the shower or silent quickies without waking up your housemates. Neither of those situations are quite suitable for the sex that Hanbin and Hao really wanted- something long enough and good enough that Hao would have a hard time keeping quiet.
In the time between when it was first mentioned and first put into action, Hanbin spent a lot of time thinking about it. A lot. Arguably, too much. But who could blame him, really? There was just something so incredibly attractive about making your boyfriend go dumb on your dick. So dumb that he would forget the language he speaks and revert back to his original Mandarin.
The problem was, though, that Hao wasn’t the only person Hanbin knew that spoke Mandarin. Really, that shouldn’t have been much of a problem, but it was. Every time Hanbin was thinking about it, every time he got turned on by the idea of Mandarin being spoken during sex, it wasn’t just Hao’s voice he heard. Ricky’s soft-spoken voice infiltrated his brain. He felt like a cheater every time he attempted to get off to his boyfriend’s language and ended up with a blazed picture in his mind of a certain blond.
It wasn’t like Hanbin wanted Ricky. It wasn’t anything like that- Hanbin was completely, totally, and utterly in love with Zhang Hao and had been from the moment he saw him. Additionally, Ricky and Gyuvin were soulmates. They were two peas in a pod. They were inseparable. Hanbin had never in his life thought about getting in between them. Sure, Ricky was attractive. And sure, Hanbin would very much like to know what Ricky and Gyuvin look like having sex, but he would never admit that. It was a secret he was planning on taking with him to the grave.
However, now that the stupid ‘speaking involuntary Mandarin during sex’ got into his head, Hanbin has been really struggling to cover those desires up. He tried his best to shove them down over and over again.
Thankfully, a few weeks after Hanbin had first brought it up, Hao and Hanbin had the dorm to themselves. For hours. It didn’t take long for them to get fully into it. Before he could even blink, Hanbin had Hao under him, already twitching from an orgasm. The faster Hanbin could wear him out, the better the odds are that Hao’s brain could turn off. He was pulling out all stops- he had fingered his boyfriend to one orgasm and was now attempting to fuck him into another. Hanbin leaned down, burying his face in Hao’s neck. He spent a few seconds sucking a hickey deep into his skin, smirking a bit when he felt Hao’s legs tighten around his waist. He pulled back up after his work was done, focusing on the boy underneath him’s face.
Hao had his head tilted back and his mouth slightly open. With every thrust, a soft moan left his mouth.
“Feel good?” Hanbin asked. Though the question might’ve sounded taunting, Hanbin meant it in an honest way. Getting Hao to confirm his pleasure always made Hanbin feel a bit more confident.
Hao, of course, knew this. He nodded, biting his lip at an attempt to stifle some of the moans. “Feels good. Really good, Bin.”
Hanbin smiled, driving his hips a little deeper and harder at the next thrust. Hao gasped loudly, reaching up to dig his nails into Hanbin’s shoulders.
“So good. You’re so good to me, Binnie,” Hao moaned out.
“Not good enough,” Hanbin laughed, a little breathless. “You’re still speaking Korean.”
Hao laughed as well, slapping Hanbin on the shoulder before gripping it tight again. “Shut ah- Shut up. I told you that it would be hard. I know it too well!”
Hanbin grabbed Hao’s hand where it was digging into his skin and held it, kissing Hao’s fingers that were interlocked with his own. “How horrible. My boyfriend is too smart. This is the worst day of my life.”
Hao snorted (which was somehow still very sexy, in the context they were in) and tightened his legs around Hanbin. “Maybe you should talk less and work harder,” he pointed out, giggling.
“Whatever you say, Sir,” Hanbin replied. His tone of voice was a bit goofy, but he did focus up after, putting all his effort into finding Hao’s prostate and thrusting in faster.
The sounds of the bed creaking, moaning and skin slapping filled the silence that their ended conversation left for a while. However, Hao broke it with a mutter that Hanbin couldn’t quite make out. He leaned closer. “What was that, baby?”
Hanbin had no idea what compelled Hao to say what he said next. If he had known what his boyfriend was about to speak, and the repercussions of this terrible sentence, Hanbin would’ve never asked him to clarify. But alas, hindsight is 20/20 and Hanbin has to live with that fact, and the misery as a result.
“It would be easier with Ricky.”
Hanbin’s hips stuttered. His heart dropped and his throat closed up because, for a second, he assumed that Hao had figured out his deepest, darkest secret and was using this time to confront him about it. But when he looked into Hao’s eyes, he realized that wasn’t what had happened.
No. Because Hao’s face wasn’t accusatory, or angry, or anything of the sort. No, Hao looked turned on. He looked horny, deep in thought, and incredibly turned on.
“It would be so much easier with Ricky. I bet he goes stupid so easily,” Hao whispered. He spoke like it was dirty talk, like this was the equivalent of telling Hanbin how his dick felt or how close he was. And in a way, it was. Because Hanbin was pretty sure he had never been so turned on in his entire life.
Hao didn’t miss the way Hanbin’s dick throbbed at the words, if the smirk on his face was anything to go by. He reached up, grabbed the younger by the neck and pulled him down to kiss him deeply.
“It probably doesn’t take much to get him crying. You know how Ricky is- so soft and so, so easy to push around,” Hao spoke against his lips.
“Holy shit, Hao,” Hanbin muttered. He couldn’t help the way he started thrusting even harder, pushing Hao up the bed with the force.
“Ah, fuck. Think about- think about it,” Hao whined, obviously losing his composure but still wanting to force these horribly dirty thoughts upon his boyfriend. “What Ricky would look like, what he would sound like, what he feels like. Think about Gyuvin, and the way he treats Ricky. The way he likes to annoy him, to break him down over and over again, hm? Don’t you think they do that in bed?”
“Fuck, Hao, what are you doing?” Hanbin grabbed Hao’s legs and tossed them up on his shoulders, bending his boyfriend in half.
“Hanbin-ah, it’s probably so easy to tire him out. You- shit. You see him in dance practice. He has so, ah, little stamina. He gets tired so easily, doesn’t he?”
Hanbin’s grip on Hao’s hips tightened, to the point where it must’ve hurt. Hao didn’t seem to care.
“He would- he would start crying,” Hanbin whispered, mind filled with images of his blond bandmate. “He starts going teary-eyed when he’s running out of energy.”
“Mhmm,” Hao hummed, back arching. “Gyuvin always makes fun of him for it. He annoys Ricky even more, gets him even more whiny. He always holds Ricky down so he can’t leave, and Ricky just lets him. Don’t- don’t you think its the same when they fuck?”
“I bet he just- ah- let’s Gyuvin get his way. Gyuvin goes all excited-puppy dog and fucks him silly. They go for hours, and hours, and- fuck- and Gyuvin fucks him dumb.”
Hanbin was close. He could tell Hao was, too. He unclasped their hands and reached down between them to start jerking Hao off. Hao tangled his now-free hand in Hanbin’s hair.
“Ricky would drool, and-and-” Hao’s voice raised, his moans getting higher in pitch- “and he would fall back into Mandarin. Fuck, Hanbin, he would sound so sweet, whining in our native language, too stupid to even string sentence together, too worn out to even remember Korean-”
Hao finished with a broken moan, cum splashing against both of their stomachs. Hanbin thrusted one more time before finishing too, so deep inside that if Hao had a uterus, he would’ve gotten pregnant. They lay there for a second, breathing heavy, covered in sweat and cum.
Then, the post-nut clarity hit Hanbin like a brick, because holy shit, they just both got off on the idea of Gyuvin and Ricky having sex. Their bandmates fucking gave them the strongest orgasm they’ve ever had. The guilt was immeasurable. Hanbin pulled away quickly, eyes wide, and tried to read Hao’s face.
Hao stared back at him in silence.
“We- uhh,” Hanbin said, articulately. “We just-”
Hao nodded. ‘Yeah. We did.”
Hao looked exactly like how Hanbin assumed he himself looked right now- shining with a strange mix of post-orgasmic glow and striking regret.
“Let’s just agree to never tell Gyuvin and Ricky this happened. Or anyone, for that matter,” Hao muttered, avoiding Hanbin’s gaze.
“Agreed.”
There were a couple beats of silence before Hanbin had to speak up, needing to ask the question tugging on his chest.
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Hao asked, still looking at the wall.
“All of it.” Hanbin did his best not to stutter. “Thinking about Ricky that way. Wanting to see him- or, them, I guess- that way.”
Hao turned back and searched Hanbin’s face, likely looking for any sign of disgust or awkwardness.
“Yes,” Hao spoke, when he inevitably found none.
“Me too,” Hanbin responded.
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“...”
“...”
“You still didn’t get me to speak Mandarin, though.”
Hanbin laughed, thankful that the tension of the moment had been broken. “My bad, honey.”
He pulled out, grabbing tissues from their side table to clean them up.
“I mean, I was speaking perfect Korean the entire time. I was presenting detailed depictions, Hanbin.”
“Yeah, yeah. I get it- my dick game isn’t good enough.”
“Your dick game is fantastic,” Hao smiled, pulling Hanbin down on top of him once he was done cleaning. “We just had a different focus this time.”
Hanbin hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “I’ll get you next time.”
Hao pulled the convers over them, pulling Hanbin even tighter to cuddle. “Promise?” He yawned.
“Promise,” Hanbin responded.
–
That should’ve been the end of it. Really. They had discussed their desires, came, and fell asleep. That should’ve ended their obsession with Ricky and Gyuvin’s sex life.
But of course, it wasn’t that easy. It never was.
Instead, Hao was plagued with horrible, kinky, entirely inappropriate thoughts every time he saw Ricky. Especially when he saw Ricky and Gyuvin together, which was constantly.
Hao used to think of Ricky like his little brother, and he assumed Hanbin used to think the same. Whatever god decided to input Ricky into their heads as some kind of unreachable wet dream was a dick. No pun intended.
It only got worse the more Ricky and Gyuvin interacted. Hao and Hanbin hadn’t been lying that night. Gyuvin pestered Ricky all day long. He jumped, played around, annoyed, tickled, and bothered Ricky constantly. He always wore the older down until Ricky was slumped against him like a tired kitty, nuzzling into Gyuvin’s shoulder. They were a sight to behold, and a sight that woke up Hao’s dick every time. What a horrible situation.
Thankfully, Ricky and Gyuvin didn’t seem to notice how weird the older couple was acting around them, and just continued on being themselves without any regard for the people around them. Like right now.
“Ow, Ricky! Quit that,” Gyuvin groaned.
The whole band was in the living room, scrolling on their phones or watching some cliche K-drama Taerae had been obsessed with recently. No one even looked up at Gyuvin’s outburst, used to the couple’s constant bickering.
“Stop turning the phone away from me, then,” came Ricky’s annoyed rebuttal.
“You have your own phone with a TikTok that works perfectly well,” Gyuvin huffed.
“But we’re watching these together, Qubing,” was the whiny response. Hao always found it cute, the way Ricky mispronounced Gyuvin’s name. Gyuvin must, too, because he never corrects Ricky when he does it but always scolds the others.
“Fine,” Gyuvin said, attempting at sounding annoyed but clearly fond.
There was only a moment of peace before the couple started up again.
“Ricky!”
“I was watching that, and you scrolled past it.” He sounded indignant.
“That doesn’t mean you can bite me.”
“Biting was an entirely appropriate reaction.”
“Or, you could’ve just used your words, princess.”
At that, Hao looked up and made direct eye contact with Hanbin, who had also looked up.
Princess? Hanbin mouthed in disbelief. Hao felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears.
“You like when I bite you.”
Hao’s brain was definitely leaking out of his ears.
“Don’t say stuff like that around the child!” Gyuvin sputtered. “Yujin, close your ears!”
“I am perfectly aware that you two have sex,” Yujin pointed out.
Gyuvin fell backwards as if he had been shot. “No! My poor son. Who has infected your youthful brain with these vile ideas?”
“You, hyung.”
Gyuvin’s eyes went wide as he sat up impressively fast. “What now?”
“Walls are very thin, Gyu. Yujin and I’s room is right next to you and Ricky’s,” Gunwook pointed out.
This made Ricky spring up as well. “ What? ”
“You’ve heard us?” Gyuvin screeched, hands close to ripping out his hair.
“Hold up, hold up,” Ricky said in English, his disbelief reverting him back to L.A. Ricky. “How many of you guys have heard Gyuvin and I fu- sleeping together?” He corrected himself, after shooting a glance at Yujin.
Around the room, several hands shot up. Hao’s jaw dropped. The teasing part of his brain wanted to make fun of the younger couple for being that loud and never noticing. The terrible part of his brain complained that he and Hanbin were the almost the only people who hadn’t heard Gyuvin and Ricky have sex.
“You’ve all heard us?” Gyuvin asked, somehow screechier.
“And seen you,” Jiwoong said, without even looking up from his phone.
Ricky and Gyuvin both turned bright red, stuttering for a second and trying to gain their composure. Ricky spoke first while Gyuvin’s mouth was still opening and closing without a sound coming out.
“Seen us.” He repeated.
Jiwoong nodded and finally looked up, surprise crossing his face when he noticed the state the couple was in. “Uhh, yeah? I thought you guys knew. I walked in on Ricky blowing you in the bathroom after dance practice. I literally yelled ‘holy shit’ and ran away. Neither of you remember that?”
Their silence was enough of an answer.
“Damn. Seems like Ricky sucked Gyuvin’s brain out of his dick,” Yujin whistled.
“Yujin!” Gyuvin yelled, incredulous. Ricky buried his red face in Gyuvin’s chest. Gyuvin instantly wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, pulling him in tighter.
“I have never been more mortified in my entire life,” Ricky groaned, voice muffled by Gyuvin’s shirt.
“We poisoned the baby,” Gyuvin whispered. His facial expression made it look like he had just seen a ghost.
“Not a baby,” Yujin pointed out, but it fell on deaf ears.
“We’re never having sex in the dorm ever again,” Ricky yelled. Hao could still see the flaming crimson tips of his ears.
Hao did his best to ignore the disappointment he felt at Ricky’s words. Seriously? He asked himself, because there was no way he felt genuinely upset at the idea of his bandmates no longer fucking around them. He deserves to be killed, truly. His evil thoughts shouldn’t exist in this world. He felt a small bit better (read; a lot better) though when he looked at his boyfriend to find sadness on his face. He laughed a bit to himself. No matter how horrible his own thoughts were, at least he could trust that Hanbin was sharing the same ones.
–
After their few days off, ZeroBaseOne’s schedules picked up. Hanbin thanked the lord for that, as it gave him more time to focus on his band and their success and less time to think about how much he wanted to see Gyuvin fuck Ricky.
He had managed to school himself into normal expressions and reactions around the two as an attempt to not expose what he and Hao talk about in the dark of their room. Talk about, not talked about. Because for some reason, they think it's a great idea to continue bringing up Gyuvin and Ricky into their sex lives. Always.
“Gyuvin calls Ricky ‘Princess,’” Hao points out while giving Hanbin a blowjob.
“Gyuvin likes pulling Ricky’s hair because he makes cute sounds,” Hanbin groans into Hao’s skin while he fingers him.
“Ricky has a habit of biting Gyuvin’s lips whenever they kiss,” Hao whispers into Hanbin’s mouth while jerking him off.
“Gyuvin choked Ricky when they got too into wrestling each other today,” Hanbin whimpered while thrusting into Hao. “I’m pretty sure Ricky moaned. Gyuvin grabbed him and left the room immediately. I think they went to go fuck.”
Every single second of their sex life was plagued with Ricky-this, Gyuvin-that. Every time they learned something new about the couple, it was included in their dirty talk that night. Whatever Ricky and Gyuvin did to each other, or admitted about their sex lives, or involuntarily revealed, Hao and Hanbin pounced on it and came to the thought of it. But, there was one thing that always showed up, no matter what. The thing that had gotten them into this mess in the first place. That stupid, shitty, incredible image of Ricky speaking Mandarin during sex.
Night after night, fuck after fuck, orgasm after orgasm, Hao and Hanbin had Ricky and Mandarin on their minds. The constant, incessant pressure they were putting onto themselves to hide these secrets and desires was building, blowing up inside them like a balloon. Hanbin knew that he would rue the day that one of them bursted and revealed the horrible truth. He was fairly sure that he had it under control, that Hao’s balloon would explode before his did. What a shame, it was, that he was clearly wrong.
It came on tour. The managers, bless their hearts, had still not figured out that Hao and Hanbin were dating, or Ricky and Gyuvin. The band planned to keep it that was, as annoying as it was, to save their members from the wrath of the company finding out. Unfortunately the managers being clueless also means that they don’t know who to put as roommates on tour. Ergo, Hanbin somehow ended up rooming with Ricky and Gyuvin.
It should’ve been perfectly fine. The couple was at least sane enough to not have sex when Hanbin was in the room, and Hanbin could go one night without getting wrapped up in his Gyuvin-Ricky sex desires. But, of course, Hanbin forgot that God hated him.
They had finished their concert and headed back to the hotel rooms. Ricky was clearly the most exhausted out of the three of them, practically passing out the second he had sat down in the car. A sleepy Ricky was always adorable in the way that a sleepy cat was always adorable. His eyes closed and opened slowly, his head drooping down to lay on the closest thing to him (usually Gyuvin’s shoulder), and soft, small sighs coming out of his partially parted lips. By the time they made it through the threshold of their room, Gyuvin had given up on dragging Ricky along and was now giving his blonde boyfriend a piggy-back ride.
Hanbin instantly offered the bathroom up to Ricky but was politely declined as Gyuvin told him to take it himself.
“You’re the oldest here,” Gyuvin pointed out.
“Yeah, but Ricky’s dead on his feet. He can take his shower first so he can get in bed,” Hanbin said, smiling softly at the younger.
Gyuvin shook his head. “You go shower, hyung. I’ll help Ricky take off his shoes and jewelry and stuff. By the time we’re done with that, you’ll be done!”
Gyuvin smiled so big at his solution that his eyes closed into slits. What a giant puppy, Hanbin thought. So excited about helping people.
Hanbin took a quick shower, just cleaning his body off and washing his hair. He was too tired to even think about jerking off at the moment. He was thankful for that, though, because he wasn’t sure how he would be able to face the couple in the room if he came to the thought of them while they were right there.
When he got out, he dressed in his pajamas and grabbed a towel to start drying his hair. He instantly missed Hao, remembering how good it felt when his wonderful boyfriend would grab the towel and dry Hanbin’s hair for him. He reminded himself to text Hao when he got the chance.
Hanbin exited the bathroom, steam trailing behind him. “Okay, I’m done. All you-”
He froze in his steps.
Gyuvin was sitting on one of the beds, back against the headboard. Ricky was in his lap. His long, pale fingers were grasping Gyuvin’s shoulders, but they probably weren’t doing much to keep him up compared to Gyuvin’s hands around his waist. He kept swaying forward a little, making it even more clear how tired he was and how much Gyuvin was the one keeping him steady.
As adorable as the picture was, that wasn’t what made Hanbin stop. No. It was the conversation. Hanbin felt sick to his stomach as he listened to them speak.
“我不想去洗澡” Ricky mumbled.
“I have no idea what you’re saying, princess,” Gyuvin giggled.
“ 我累了, Qubing. 我不想去洗澡 ”
“You are not speaking my language,” Gyuvin pointed out, nuzzling his nose against Ricky’s. The blonde batted him away in that soft, kitty-cat way that he does.
“我们去睡觉吧” Ricky was whining now. Gyuvin seemed to find it even funnier.
“I don’t speak Chinese, baby,” he laughed.
Ricky blinked at him. The slow cat blinks. Gyuvin blinked at him back. Confused puppy blinks.
“ I don’t want to shower,” Ricky tried again. It was English this time.
Gyuvin tossed his head back, laughing even harder. Ricky leaned down and bit him on the shoulder.
“Still not Korean, princess, but at least I understand that one a bit better.”
Gyuvin stood up, somehow without displacing Ricky from his lap. Ricky wrapped his limbs around Gyuvin like a koala. Gyuvin instantly placed his arms around his boyfriend for support.
“Fine, no shower. But you at least have to wash your face.”
Ricky nodded with excitement.
Gyuvin walked past Hanbin into the bathroom. “We’ll be right out, hyung.”
He didn’t seem to notice the look on Hanbin’s face. Or the way Hanbin hadn’t moved from his spot right outside the bathroom. Or the fact that Hanbin was painfully hard right now.
Oh, shit. Hanbin was hard.
Once the bathroom door closed behind the couple, Hanbin stumbled over to his phone where he had thrown it on the bed. Instead of texting Hao what he was planning on, like a sweet ‘goodnight, I love you,' his fingers flew across the keyboard to send out-
Hanbin: ricky’s speaking mandarin. and english.
Hao responded immediately.
Hao: are u fucking with me right now
Hanbin: nope
Hao : i have to sit here and watch matthew put lotion on his legs. and you get to hear the sexiest wet dream in real life? god has favorites
Hanbin : this is not funny. how do i explain being bricked up to gyuvin?
Hao: idk. tell him we’re sexting or smthg. and send voice memos. if u get to hear ricky i should too.
Hanbin: u are the devil.
Hanbin: love you
Hao: love you too!!
Gyuvin came out of the bathroom, Ricky in tow. They were now both barefaced and dressed in their (matching, how adorable) pajamas.
Hanbin watched as Gyuvin led Ricky over to the bed. The blonde climbed in and pulled the covers up. You could see him get sleepier the second his head hit the pillow, but he still had enough energy to reach up and pull Gyuvin down by the neck. Their lips connected in a deep kiss that Hanbin had half a mind to look away from.
“ Goodnight, puppy ,” he heard Ricky mumble in English.
“Goodnight, kitty,” Gyuvin responded fondly.
Once he deemed Ricky fast asleep, Gyuvin stood up and made his way over to where Hanbin still had his text thread open with Hao. He closed it rapidly. Gyuvin gave him a strange look at that but thankfully didn’t comment on it.
“Are you tired, hyung?” Gyuvin asked.
Hanbin shook his head, still not trusting himself to speak.
“Great!” Gyuvin grabbed a TV remote from the bedside table and hopped into bed with Hanbin. “Me neither. I think I still have adrenaline from the concert! We can stay up together!”
“Alright, Gyu,” Hanbin said, smiling. Gyuvin’s golden retriever-like excitement was thankfully enough to take Hanbin’s mind off of the- according to his dick- softcore porn he had just seen.
After settling on the comedy movie channel and watching through a terrible romantic comedy, Gyuvin got restless. He turned toward Hanbin, fluffy hair bouncing.
“Wanna play 20 questions?”
Hanbin snorted. “Isn’t that a game for like, teenagers? Who want to date each other?”
The instant fall of Gyuvin’s face made Hanbin feel a little bad. “No. It’s just to get to know someone. But, it’s fine, hyung. That was stupid, we can-”
“It wasn’t stupid!” Hanbin interrupted. He cringed a little at the volume of his voice, shooting a quick look at Ricky. Luckily, the blonde was still passed out, sleeping peacefully. “We can play, Gyuvin-ah. That sounds fun.”
Hanbin would’ve done anything to knock the kicked-puppy look off of Gyuvin’s face.
“Okay! I’ll start. When did you know you were gay?”
Hanbin’s eyebrows raised. “Starting off strong, huh? Uh, I think it was freshman year of high school. All of my friends had a crush on this new girl, and I couldn’t understand why. Turns out, I thought her brother was a lot more attractive.”
Gyuvin laughed. “So it was pretty easy for you?”
“Yep. No big revelation, no internal dilemma. I think I kind of knew all along.”
“Okay,” Hanbin said, clapping his hands. “Your turn. How did you confess to Ricky?”
At that, Gyuvin’s face turned bright red. “Damn. I forgot that you don’t know. It’s- it’s quite embarrassing.”
“C’mon, you have to tell me! It’s 20 questions.”
“Okay. Well, ugh. I knew I was in love with Ricky for a while, you know. Since before Boys Planet, but I wasn’t sure he felt the same. I didn’t want to risk what we had, so I kept my feelings a secret and was content just being his best friend. Until stupid Ma Jingxiang came into the picture.”
Hanbin couldn’t help the loud laugh he let out. “Ma Jingxiang? But Ricky hated him?”
Gyuvin slapped Hanbin, trying to get him to shut up. “Yeah, Ricky hated him a lot. But they had this weird tension, I guess. I mean, when you're in a survival show, there’s a lot of emotions flying around. Sometimes they get twisted up and turned around.”
Hanbin narrowed his eyes. “What are you saying?”
Gyuvin huffed, closing his eyes and clenching his fists at his sides. “I’m saying that Ricky and Jingxiang were having hate-sex during Boys Planet. When I found out about it, I got so mad at Ricky that we got into a screaming fight. While we were yelling at each other, he asked me why I cared so much that he was sleeping with Jingxiang. Like some K-drama lead idiot, I blurted out ‘because I’m in love with you.’”
Hanbin’s jaw dropped. “What? Wait, hold on. Ricky and Jingxiang were fucking?”
Gyuvin nodded.
“And you and Ricky got into a fight about it?”
Gyuvin nodded again.
“And that’s when you confessed?”
Another nod. Hanbin sat back against the headboard, whistling. “That is definitely K-drama shit, I’ll tell you that, Gyu.”
Gyuvin laughed. He turned his body to look over at where Ricky was laying down. “He ended up confessing to me too, right after, and the rest is history. Anyways, it’s my turn to ask now.”
He turned back to Hanbin, wiggling his eyebrows. “Where’s the weirdest place you and Hao have had sex?”
“Gyuvin, what the fuck?” Hanbin instantly sputtered. The aforementioned boy just nudged Hanbin in response, making a motion for him to answer. Hanbin rubbed his temples.
“Um. I don’t know? Probably the practice room?”
Gyuvin let out a hyena laugh. “The practice room? Dude, we practice there. That’s why it’s called the practice room. Not the fucking room.”
Hanbin’s ears burned red. “Shut up? Like you and Ricky are any better.”
Gyuvin shrugged, still smiling. “Ricky and I may have a lot of sex, but we’ve never fucked in the practice room.”
“Okay, then where’s the weirdest place you two have had sex?”
“Nuh uh, that’s not how the game works. You can’t ask me the same question. Come up with a new one, lazy hyung.”
Hanbin scoffed. Whatever his next question was, it definitely needed to be juicy to make up for the embarrassing information he’d just given Gyuvin. The kid was an incredible blackmailer.
“What’s the most you’ve ever orgasmed in one day?”
“6 times,” Gyuvin said, without hesitation.
Hanbin’s eyebrows scrunched. “You had that answer all queued. What, do you remember the specific day or something?”
“I do,” he replied seriously. “Remember when we went to the Philippines? For the 2023 AAA?”
“Yeah, of course I do. But Ricky wasn’t there, right?”
Gyuvin picked at the blanket on their laps. Hanbin, for a second, thought he was sad or angry, based on his body language and expression. However, when Gyuvin looked back up, that was clearly not the case. Hanbin could read that very easily- embarrassment and horniness.
“The thing was that Ricky and I were supposed to room together. For the first time in a while , we would have a room to ourselves and not have to worry about you guys barging in or hearing us. To say I was keyed up was an understatement. Both of us were, for lack of better words, rabidly horny.”
Hanbin couldn’t help the glare he directed at Gyuvin for that one. Of course there were better words. The idiot just chose the worst ones. Gyuvin brushed off his disgust with a wave.
“Anyway, when he got held back and wasn’t able to go, I thought my brain was going to explode. And my dick. I felt like I was going to die the entire time we were there and he wasn’t. When we finally got back to Korea, you guys all went out to celebrate, remember? And Ricky and I stayed back.”
Hanbin nodded, the memory clear in his head. “Yeah, we all assumed you just missed each other. We wanted to give you some space. We were gone, like, the entire night!”
Gyuvin smiled, a little crooked and evil. “Oh, we missed each other alright. Missed each other so much that we ended up having some fucking marathon sex. It was round after round, man. And while I came 6 times, Ricky was more like 10 or 12. Honest to God, by the end of it, I’m pretty sure the only work he knew was my name. Hottest and proudest moment of my damn life.”
Oh no. Oh fuck. Why the hell did Gyuvin say all that? Why did Hanbin ask about it? Why was Hanbin not responding? Why was Hanbin rock-solid in his pajama pants? This was a bad situation.
“Hanbin, you good?”
Nope, no. He was not good. He was, in fact, very not good. But Gyuvin wasn’t supposed to know that. Hanbin needed to say something. He needed to throw Gyuvin off of his trail, because there was no way he could expose his own deep desires right now. So, he needs to say something. He really, really-
“Does that happen often?”
Anything but that.
Gyuvin giggled, but it had an undertone of discomfort, like Hanbin was insane. He was, but Gyuvin wasn’t supposed to piece that together. “Does what happen?”
Okay, here was Hanbin’s chance. All he had to do was laugh and brush it off. He just needed to end the conversation right here and go to bed. Then Gyuvin would fall asleep and hopefully forget about all of this.
“Ricky. Going dumb.”
I deserve a special place in hell.
“Oh. Oh. ”
Hanbin did not like the way Gyuvin seemed to have a moment of realization. He really didn’t like the way Gyuvin wiggled his eyebrows again.
“Is this about what you asked Ricky a few weeks ago?”
A few ago? Gyuvin better not be referencing what Hanbin assumed he was referencing. He wasn’t, right? Because that was a boring, mundane conversation at 7 in the morning that Gyuvin was barely a part of and therefore had no reason to remember.
Hanbin sent a quick prayer to God before he spoke. “What do you mean?”
“You asked if Ricky forgets Korean when he gets tired.”
Oh, right. God hates him.
“You want to know if he forgets Korean during sex, too, right? I mean, that’s what you were really asking then and what you’re really asking now.”
Ricky wasn’t the only one too smart for his own good.
Hanbin was pretty sure he was gaping like a fish right about now. His mouth was opening and closing but no sound was coming out. His face was burning red and so hot that it felt like someone broke the air conditioner in the room. What was he even supposed to say to this?
Gyuvin was clearly enjoying the way his older bandmate squirmed, if his expression was anything to go by. He leaned closer- so close that Hanbin could feel Gyuvin’s breath against the side of his face. It was cool compared to the fiery skin of his cheek. He took a quick look back at Ricky before speaking quietly, calmly. A whisper.
“He does. All of the time. It’s so adorable, Hanbinnie. First, he starts whining. He says “It feels too good, Qubing.” and “You’re too big.” Then, he starts crying. You know how big his eyes are. His huge, pretty filled with tears while he mewls and whimpers, like a fucking kitty-cat. And after that, when I keep going? That’s when he goes stupid, hyung. He can’t control his moans, his body moves without his brain, and he doesn’t remember his words. “减速,” “太多了,” “我要射精了,” that’s what he says. So stupid that he doesn’t even know what language he’s speaking in. I looked it up one time. You wanna know what he’s saying?”
Gyuvin put two fingers on the opposite side of Hanbin’s jaw. Softly, he turned Hanbin’s face toward his own. Their lips were centimeters apart, breaths intermingling.
“He says “Slow down,” “It’s too much,” “I’m gonna come,” over and over again. On repeat, like a broken, whiny, fucked out record. Does that answer your question, Hanbin-hyung?”
With that, Gyuvin snickered, jumped off the bed, and crawled under the covers with his sound-asleep boyfriend on the other side of the room. He left Hanbin there, poor Hanbin, frozen in his spot, holding his breath, eyes wider than ever before, and completely fucking shell-shocked.
—
Hanbin pulled Hao aside the second he woke up the next morning and told him everything. His boyfriend, of course, was furious. Not with Hanbin (thankfully) for exposing them, but because Hanbin was the one to experience all of that, not him. The younger boy really tried to explain to Hao, multiple times, that it was not as hot as it seemed and was more terrifyingly-nerve-wracking-slash-embarrassing. Hao didn’t want to hear it, though. He just went on about how Hanbin got to receive ‘sexually charged dirty talk from one of the objects of their desires about the other object of their desires.’ He really was the devil.
Zhang Hao really didn’t grasp how horrible the outcome really was. That is, the fact that Hanbin was unable to make eye contact with Ricky or Gyuvin for more than a few days. Every time he saw Gyuvin, the younger would have this stupid, handsome smirk on his face, teasing Hanbin. And while Ricky wasn't outright making fun of Hanbin, he was still Ricky. Angelically beautiful, striking in even an every-day setting. Plus, now that had all of the information on what Ricky was like in bed, it was all Hanbin could think about when he saw the blonde’s pretty face. It took everything he had not to pop random boners daily, just because Ricky was looking at him, or dancing, or smiling, or talking. Anything he did, really, just made Hanbin’s struggles worse.
Hanbin wasn’t sure how he would ever get over this hump. Was he just doomed to have dirty thoughts about Gyuvin and Ricky for the rest of his life? Was Hao, too? Underneath all of the humiliation and lust, Hanbin was scared. His awkwardness around the couple could damage the band. Hell, if he never got past this, he could destroy his friendship with Ricky and Gyuvin. How could he ever forgive himself for that?
Luckily, it seemed like the couple wasn’t going to let that happen. All it took was about a week and a half of Hanbin acting flaky and distant for them to corner him and force a confession.
“Why are you being weird, hyung?” Ricky asked. The two had waited behind with Hanbin in the dance room after everyone else had cleared out. When Hanbin had made his way to the door, Ricky and Gyvin stepped in front of it in perfect synchronization.
Hanbin laughed, scratching the back of his neck and looking down at the floor. “What are you talking about, I’m not being-”
“Yes, you are,” Ricky growled. “You and Hao both. Neither of you will look at me, or talk to me, and you can’t even hold a conversation with Gyu anymore without panicking and leaving. What’s going on?”
“Ricky,” Hanbin sighed, trying to find a way out of this conversation without any more incrimination. “There’s a lot of emotions going around. We’re just starting schedules up again, and people are stressed out.”
“No!” His yell caught Hanbin off guard. “Stop lying, hyung. You’re not even looking at me right now.”
Ricky paused, and Hanbin took this chance to look up and into the blonde’s eyes. Immediately, he felt his heart drop. Ricky’s eyes were rimmed with red and glistening with unshed tears. The misery on his face made Hanbin feel horrible. He felt even worse knowing that he was the cause of it.
“Did I do something wrong? Did I make you mad, or something? I’m sorry. I really don’t know why you can’t stand me all of the sudden. I’m sorry,” Ricky ended with a sniffle.
“Ricky-ah,” Hanbin whispered, taking a step closer to the younger. “It’s nothing like that. You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s my fault, Rui. It’s hyung’s fault.”
“What are you even talking about? You can tell me the truth, okay? I can take it.” He said it like he was trying to be strong, but his voice wavered. He sniffled again and Hanbin felt the cracks in his heart depend.
“It’s- it’s really hard to explain, okay? Just trust me, Rui, it’s not your fault, and I could never be mad at you.”
Ricky huffed. Hands clenched at his sides, he stomped his foot on the ground. It didn’t make much noise. Cat feet are always impressively quiet.
“It’s because of me, isn’t it,” Gyuvin spoke up for the first time since the conversation started.
Hanbin wanted to argue, wanted to tell Gyuvin that it wasn’t true, but his words got frozen in his throat.
“You’ve been acting like this ever since that night. I mean, you were acting weird a little while before, but I made it worse.”
Acting weird before , Hanbin repeated in his mind. Gyuvin and Ricky had noticed, hadn’t they? They’ve probably known for a while, seen the strange looks on Hao and Hanbin’s faces, for days before Gyuvin and Hanbin spoke. Maybe weeks. How long had Hanbin been tearing down his friendship with them?
“Is it true, hyung? Is it because of what you and Gyu talked about?”
Hanbin swallowed. “You know?”
“Of course he knows,” Gyuvin whispered sadly. “It was about him, wasn’t it. He had a right to know.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Did we make you uncomfortable, hyung?” Gyuvin asked, sounding a little close to tears himself. “I never meant to do that. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal.”
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Gyu. I-”
“Clearly, we did. You can’t even be around us anymore,” Ricky pointed out.
“It’s not like that-”
“It is. Hyung, we made you uncomfortable. You can admit it,” Gyuvin said.
“I wasn’t uncomfortable!”
Gyuvin and Ricky’s words tumbled over each other, both desperately attempting to fix their relationship with Hanbin.
“You were-”
“Don’t lie-”
“I was turned on!” Hanbin shouted. He was sure the dance mirrors behind him cracked with his volume.
The couple in front of him was stunned into silence, both of their eyes wide and jaws dropped.
“I was turned on, okay? You two did nothing wrong, other than be incredibly attractive and damn pornstars. You have been driving Hao and I crazy for weeks. Not because we’re mad, angry, annoyed, or anything like that. You make us unbelievably horny, and we feel guilty about it. That’s the truth. That’s why we’ve been avoiding you.”
“Oh.”
Hanbin crouched down, dropping his head into his hands. There’s no way he would be able to face the two in front of him after that embarrassing proclamation. He hoped they would have pity on his soul and just leave him to wallow.
“Yeah. Oh,” Hanbin mumbled into his palms.
“Binnie-hyung, you are such an idiot.” Why did Ricky sound like he was smiling?
Two hands clapped down onto Hanbin’s shoulders. When he pulled his face out of his hands, Ricky was crouched in front of him. He still looked like he had just cried, but there was a blinding smile on his face.
“Um. What?” Hanbin asked, intelligently.
“You guys didn’t have to be weird about it,” Gyuvin pointed out, giggling.
“We didn’t have to be weird about it?” Came Hanbin’s incredulous response. “We were attracted to our own bandmates. We thought about you guys having sex!”
“So does half of our fan base, dummy,” Ricky pointed out. “Do you know how many people search for porn that looks like Gyuvin and I, or masturbate to us, or write stories about us fucking? We’re fairly aware that our sex lives are perceived.”
“But- but you guys got so upset when you found out that half the dorm had heard you! And that Jiwoong had seen you!”
“We weren’t upset, hyung. We were embarrassed. Not everyone wants to hear us fuck, believe it or not. They’re not all you and Hao.” Ricky turned pink in the cheeks.
Hanbin let out an affronted scoff at that one.
“Plus, it was Yujinie. He’s a baby!” Gyuvin added. “But we would never be mad, Hanbin. And you’re crazy for even thinking that.”
“But- but-”
“No more ‘but’s, Binnie-hyung. Stand up,” Ricky said, grabbing Hanbin’s hands and pulling him to his feet. “We’re done talking about this. You promise to not be weird anymore? And Hao too?”
Hanbin laughed, nodding. “I promise. I’m sorry I treated you guys like that. I was nervous.”
“It’s okay,” Gyuvin smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “As long as it’s all behind us. Now, let’s get out of here.”
Gyuvin pulled Ricky into his side, pressing a wet, loud kiss on the side of the blonde’s head. Ricky let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a hiss and poked his boyfriend in the ribs. Then, he turned back around with a smile.
“Let’s go out for dinner. Tell Hao. It’ll be just the four of us. We really need to catch up on the time you guys made us miss out on,” he complained.
Hanbin was already pulling out his phone to text his boyfriend. “That sounds like a great idea, Quanrui-ah. I’m on it.”
–--
After the four of them officially made up, Hao felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his chest. There was no more awkwardness around Gyuvin and Ricky, no more pressing secrets between him and Hanbin.
They still mentioned the younger couple during sex every so often, but the frequency was far less often. Hanbin and Hao both made serious effort to keep their horny thoughts about the younger couple to a minimum, which seemed to work in their favor. Life really is a lot more relaxing when you’re not avoiding some of your best friends and destroying your relationship in the process of attempting to protect it. A horrible situation, really.
The couple was basking in the relaxation even right now, a few weeks later. They were cuddled up in bed together, all limbs touching. Hanbin had his arm around Hao’s shoulders and Hao held up his cell phone in front of them, playing some YouTube video about girl group choreography that the elder wanted to learn.
Every so often, Hao would point out one of the members to Hanbin, telling him her entire backstory and more. He verbally analyzed their dancing too, saying stuff like “Look at that lazy footwork, Binnie. Unbelievable,” and “She’s so incredible. I wish I could bend like that.”
Hanbin would lean over to press a kiss against Hao’s head every so often, just to make sure his boyfriend knew that the leader was listening intently and appreciated the information. All in all, the couple was entirely content with their peaceful, lovely situation.
Just as the video ended, a notification banner popped up on Hao’s phone. Seeing as it was from Gyuvin, he clicked on it to open their messages.
Gyuvin: r u with hanbin rn?
Hao: yeah
Hao: why?
Gyuvin: one sec
Gyuvin: Attatchment: 1 Video
Hao looked over at Hanbin, a confused expression on his face. “Did you ask him for something?”
Hanbin shook his head, mirroring his boyfriend’s emotions. “No? I don’t know, just click on it.”
The cover of the video was completely black. Hao pressed on it, opening it to full screen and then pressing play.
Lewd sounds filtered through the speaker and filled the room. While the image still portrayed nothing, there was no mistake as to what was happening in the video.
There was a bit of rustling before the phone moved. Gyuvin’s smirking face came on the screen. HIs hair was messy as if it had been grabbed on to. His lips were swollen and slick with spit. His bare chest was glistening with sweat. He was breathing heavy, but it didn’t seem to sway the satisfied smile on his face.
The noises got louder when he pulled the phone up, too. It was clear now. The grunting, the creak of the bed frame, the slap of skin on skin, and oh, God, the moaning. Hao would know that voice from anywhere.
“Say ‘hi’, princess, hm?” Gyuvin laughed. Then he flipped the camera around.
Ricky’s blond hair was unmistakable. He was on all fours, face pressed into the pillow and hips raised up. Both of his hands were tangled in the pillowcase under his head, grasping so tight that his knuckles were white. Even with his mouth muffled, his whines were piercing. Every thrust of Gyuvin’s was jostling him and forcing little ‘Ah, ah, ah’s out of his mouth. At Gyuvin’s command, he turned his head to the side and looked back at his boyfriend behind him. At the same exact time, Hanbin and Hao’s breaths caught in their throat.
Ricky looked fucking wrecked. There were clear tear tracks on his face, repaved over and over again by more tears spilling out of his big, brown eyes. He was drooling, spit dripping out of his clearly-bitten lips, down his chin and onto the bed beneath him. His messy hair framed his face so beautifully. In the video, Gyuvin reached forward and brushed a lock of blonde behind his ear. The touch was so soft compared to the viciousness of his thrusts, rocking Ricky’s whole body.
“Qubing- ah- quit-” he tried his best to put words together, but stumbled. The more Hao and Hanbin watched, the less there seemed to be in his brain.
“What was that?” Gyuvin taunted. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the back of Ricky’s neck. Using it as more leverage, he forced Ricky back harder on his dick and pushed him further into the pillow. The drawn out, broken moan Ricky let out as a result would haunt Hao for weeks to come.
“Qubing- Gyu- Uh-” More tears spilled out of Ricky’s eyes.
“Use your words, Rui,” Gyuvin replied.
For a moment, Ricky didn’t speak. Then- “Gyubin 太多了, 太多了.”
Next to Hao, Hanbin twitched violently.
The laugh Gyuvin let out in the video was evil. “What is it? I can’t understand you?”
“减速 慢的-减速. 太多了”
“Mm,” Gyuvin hummed. “You’re so pretty, baby. My pretty, stupid, baby.”
Gyuvin grabbed the back of Ricky’s head, tangling his fingers in the blonde's hair. He wrenched Ricky up until the older was pressed against his chest. The video ended as Ricky was letting out a high-pitched, shaky moan that was closer to a scream.
The silence in the room the second the video shut off was deafening. Hao’s hand was shaking where it held the phone up in front of them. A loud ping made them both jump and focus in on the screen.
Gyuvin: hope u enjoy ;)