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Matthew was always touchy. As a child, he’d hung off his mother incessantly, refusing to leave her side for anything. His poor sister was also a victim of his clinginess. She put up with his hugs until she was too old and too cool for her baby brother and then, after growing up even more, she offered her arms to him again.
In school, Matthew got in trouble for being “hands-on” with his classmates. He couldn’t help it though. Canadian guys weren’t so big on cuddling. To get the touch he craved he’d instead resort to pushing, shoving, and wrestling with his friends in a way that was a bit too rough for the teachers to ignore.
Moving to Korea, and debuting in an insanely successful band, had its perks. Being able to do what he loved was one of them, of course, and being loved by fans was another, huge advantage. Above anything else, though, Matthew loved living with 8 guys who seemed to have no problems being touchy like him.
Their maknae, Yujin, was the most like the friends Matthew had in Canada. As much as Matthew tried to dote on him and force his love on him, Yujin would wriggle from his grasp with a half-complaint. Instead, he preferred to push and shove in a way that showed his age.
Ricky was also a little stiff. It wasn’t as if he hated hugs or anything, but he didn’t seek them out in the way the other members did. Sometimes, though, he’d drape an arm around Matthew or lean into his side.
Taerae’s style was similar to Ricky’s, however, Matthew wouldn’t give him the same grace he did the younger boy. Matthew would wrap Taerae into his arms and squeeze him tight, ignoring his complaints. They also joked about kissing a lot, which did lead to one or two wet kisses planted on Taerae’s cheek when he was least expecting.
There were also the ones who were more cuddly. Gyuvin was somehow worse than Matthew when it came to being clingy. He constantly had one of the members in his arms, and Matthew was no exception. As the tallest member, he also had no qualms telling Matthew how small and cute he was as he clung to him. Hao was more subtle in his clinginess. Although he didn’t fold around Matthew the way others often did, he still liked to hold onto him, often gripping his arm or lacing his fingers through Matthew’s whenever they sat together. Hanbin, having known Matthew the longest, often sought out the younger boy for physical comfort. Even with other members around, their leader still loved his ‘Matthew hugs’. Their oldest, Jiwoong, didn’t leave Matthew out either. He was quiet about the way he held Matthew. Most of the time it was just a hand on his arm or his thigh as a reminder he was there, but every so often he would pull Matthew into his arms and spend what seemed like hours carding his long fingers through Matthew’s hair.
Then there was Gunwook. Matthew didn’t know how to explain it but Park Gunwook was different. Matthew was used to being held and touched by the members but Gunwook took it to another level. There wasn’t a day that went by where Gunwook wouldn’t pull Matthew into his arms and hold him tight to his chest. Matthew loved it too, sinking into the younger boy’s larger body and taking in his warmth and the woodsy scent of his perfume. It didn’t matter if they were in front of the cameras, staff, or the other members. If Gunwook felt like holding Matthew he would do so.
That seemed to be what was happening now. The pair were on the sofa, Gunwook’s arms around Matthew’s torso, a blanket draped over them. Their members, who had been watching the drama with them, had slowly peeled off to bed one by one, leaving Matthew and Gunwook alone. With more room, Gunwook had stretched out his legs and pulled Matthew in to be practically lying in his lap. The drama still played on their TV but neither of them was really paying attention. One of Gunwook’s large hands traced long lines up Matthew’s stomach and chest, playing with the fabric of Matthew’s thin t-shirt. Matthew hummed happily and snuggled his head further into Gunwook’s shoulder. He smelt like soap, laundry powder and something distinctly Gunwook. Matthew couldn’t help but breathe him in.
This. This is what he loved more than anything else.
“You okay, Hyung?” Gunwook asked. His grip around Matthew tightened.
Matthew nodded, his hair rustling against Gunwook’s shirt. “Just happy.”
“Happy?” Gunwook asked. Even without seeing his face, Matthew could tell he was smiling. He could imagine Gunwook’s lips pulled up, his cheeks round and eyes crinkled. He was so cute when he did that. Matthew snuggled further into the other’s broad chest.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I’m happy.”
They were silent for a while. They listened to the quiet chatter of the TV, not really paying attention. Gunwook’s hand continued to trace the line of Matthew’s torso through his shirt. Matthew sighed and let his eyes flutter close. He was getting sleepy and the repetitive ghosting of Gunwook’s fingers wasn’t helping him stay awake.
But then… something did make him wake up. It must have been accidental. Gunwook’s hand, instead of making its way up to Matthew’s chest the way it had on every other pass, slipped under the hem of Matthew’s shirt. The pads of Gunwook’s fingers ghosted along the soft skin of Matthew’s stomach and traced the hard line of his ab muscles.
It didn’t feel bad. If anything, it felt good. So good, in fact, that Matthew felt his breath catch in his throat. His body jolted from the accidental touch. Gunwook removed his hand, all but proving the accident of it, but as he did, his touch lingered making Matthew press back into him further with a shiver. It was all just a string of accidents. Matthew knew that. That didn’t stop his surprise when he pressed back into Gunwook’s lap and felt something hard press against his ass.
Matthew almost laughed. Gunwookie was hard? The poor boy wasn’t past the age of getting spontaneous erections, then. It was almost cute. Despite how amusing he found it, Matthew was polite enough to not comment on his friend’s hard-on. He did shift a little to take some pressure off Gunwook’s crotch. He wouldn’t have Gunwook being uncomfortable.
The younger boy tensed. The arm still around Matthew tightened. “Hyung… I’m sorry…”
“What for?” Matthew laughed back. He could tell Gunwook knew he knew about the erection. Still, he wasn’t going to mention it. It was natural for young guys to get hard every now and then, especially with something literally touching your dick.
“You’re okay with this?” Gunwook asked, voice quiet.
Ah. So he was going to mention it. Matthew could sense the poor boy’s anxiety. To assure him, he snuggled his torso further into Gunwook’s chest. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
The next accident came when Gunwook moved his free hand again. On its way down to Matthew’s thigh, it faltered slightly, skating over the front of Matthew’s loose gym shorts. The ghost of a touch should not have done what it did to the older boy but he couldn’t help it. He was a guy. He couldn’t help it if his cock, as under-stimulated as it was, reacted to being touched, even if it was only for a moment. He flinched, holding in the not-so-friendly sound that threatened to escape.
“Hyung,” Gunwook spoke, low and quiet by Matthew’s ear as he squeezed the other’s thigh.
Matthew shivered. “What is it?” He chuckled.
He couldn’t hold back the squeak of shock as Gunwook’s lips pressed to his ear. They were so soft and warm as they caught Matthew’s earlobe and the skin of his neck just beneath. Gunwook’s hot breath entered Matthew’s ear. The kiss lingered long after Gunwook pulled his lips away. Matthew felt his whole body flush. Shit.
As much as he could ignore Gunwook’s hard-on, which was still pressing against him, his own was another story. There was no way he would burden Gunwook with his body’s stupid reaction. He sat up, as slowly and casually as he could. “It’s getting late!”
Gunwook also sat up. His hands left Matthew’s body. “Hyung, I’m sorry!”
“We should get to bed,” Matthew said, ignoring the apology. He turned to smile at Gunwook. “We leave for Japan tomorrow anyway.”
“Matthew Hyung,” Gunwook spoke. He bit his lip. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that!”
“It’s fine,” Matthew replied, laughing him off. It should have been fine. He’d been kissed on the cheek by heaps of the members before. What difference did an ear make? It was his own fault for reacting to it so strongly. Speaking of, he really had to deal with the uncomfortable pressure in his shorts. Quickly. Despite the fact he could tell Gunwook still wanted to talk, Matthew stood. “I’ll head to bed. Don’t stay up too late, okay?”
Gunwook stared at his face for a long time. He searched Matthew’s expression, looking for something. After a while, he swallowed. “Goodnight Hyung.”
*
Despite saying he was heading for bed, Matthew instead made his way to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and leaned over the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. His face was still blushed bright red. Had Gunwook seen him like this? He felt bad getting so flustered over something so small. He reached up and touched his ear. It still burned from the kiss.
The thing is, he hadn’t hated it. He hadn’t even disliked it. It felt nice. Gunwook’s lips had been so soft and warm. The way they pressed in firmly and then ghosted his skin so gently had felt too good. It was different to any of the cheek kisses he’d received from the members on occasion.
Thinking of it now made his stomach flip and his body was kind enough to remind him of his growing problem. His cock strained inside his shorts, begging for something, anything. Matthew groaned. He was hardly touch-starved, but this sort of touch wasn’t exactly something he could get from his bandmates. They were all pretty good at taking care of themselves discreetly. It was normal. He shouldn’t have felt bad, then, when he reached inside his shorts to fist his cock. It was already hard in his grip, leaking a little from being neglected. What was he doing, getting this horny? He was pathetic. He bit his lip to be quiet as he jerked off, closing his eyes. As his hand worked his length he let his mind wander.
This was a mistake. Instead of focusing on the feel of his cock in his own hand, another hand entered his imagination. A hand that had traced lines on Matthew’s stomach. A hand that had moved over his bulge, in just a small touch. Matthew’s head filled with Gunwook’s face. He felt the boy’s breath in his ear.
Nope. No way. He pulled his hand from his shorts in an instant, gasping out a breath. Gunwook was his friend. His bandmate . He couldn’t let his thoughts wander like that.
Although his body ached, craving release that had been so close, Matthew instead reached into the shower and turned on the water. He hoped the cold water would wash away his horniness and whatever this dirty feeling now filling him was.
*
Matthew blamed the travel. International travel was always hard. Hoards of fans at the airports, cameras in their faces, flashing lights, followed by hours on a plane. Black cars lead them to their hotel. This was all followed by days of shows, shoots, and interviews. They pushed through their schedule, all while struggling with a language they all barely spoke. All around them were signs they squinted at, trying to decipher, and people speaking in a way that was familiar but not decipherable. Matthew felt like he had when he first came to Korea. It was exhausting. By the end of the day, they all retired straight away. They barely had time for each other.
It made sense, then, why Gunwook wasn’t cuddling him. Matthew hadn’t realised he’d gotten used to Gunwook’s daily cuddles. He was so accustomed to being in the younger boy’s arms that it felt so intensely wrong as soon as it wasn’t happening. He still had the others, of course, but it was Gunwook he needed. His arms were just different.
The travel and gruelling schedules would be, of course, what Matthew would blame for the slip of his tongue. Even before it had been translated, Matthew recognised the word “TMI” in the interviewer’s question. He wracked his brain, looking for the right words to say. As he did, a sentence formed for him. Without thinking, he let it out in clumsy Japanese.
“The other day, Gunwook kissed my ear. I didn’t hate it.”
The other members laughed a little, shocked at his admission but keeping it together. Matthew knew he’d messed up as soon as he said it but he kept his cool, smiling through it. His smile was harder to maintain when Gunwook, from his place in the corner, made a kissing noise towards him. It was a joke. It was all a joke and he knew it. But still…
Following the interview, one of their managers pulled Matthew aside. He didn’t exactly yell at him, but he reminded the Canadian very firmly the importance of minding what he said on camera. Matthew didn’t know why, but shame burned through him.
*
They returned to the hotel closer to the next day than the first. Everyone plodded off to their rooms, exhausted. Instead of following them right away, Matthew took himself on a walk around the hotel. He made his way down to the bottom floor and wandered around the empty lobby. The restaurants were all closed, as was the convenience store. He took the elevator up back to their floor and went to the vending machine. The bright drinks all shined at him. Although he couldn’t read the best he knew red was hot and blue was cold. Although it was still early spring he felt warm. He bought what he thought was an orange juice and cracked it open. He took a sip and screwed up his face. To his surprise, it was alcoholic. He took another sip and shrugged. It wasn’t bad by any means.
It took about 10 minutes to finish the drink. If Matthew was honest, he could have drank it quicker but he was sensible enough to know it wasn’t a good idea to chug a mystery drink from a foreign vending machine. He put the can into the hole in the machine and finally went back to his room.
When he opened the door to his and Hao’s room, he was surprised to see that Hao was not alone. In his bed, curled up against his side, was their leader. Hanbin looked up as Matthew entered and blinked at him. “Oh hey, sorry!”
“Don’t need to get up,” Matthew laughed.
“You heard him,” Hao spoke, “Come back.”
Hanbin relaxed back into Hao’s bed with a sigh. “Hyung…”
“Don’t mind us,” Hao said to Matthew, smiling.
Matthew usually wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to comment on the two’s relationship but it wasn’t a surprise to see them wrapped up in each other like this, especially after a long day. Something about seeing them, though, made Matthew’s stomach twist. Seeing them like this made him realise just how much he was missing being held himself. He shook it off.
“I should probably leave you two to it,” Matthew commented.
“We’re not doing anything,” Hao said, rolling his eyes.
“You don’t have to leave,” Hanbin insisted.
But Matthew did. He’d say he was just doing them a solid and giving them the privacy they didn’t often get, but it was deeper than that. Part of him almost felt jealous seeing them like that. He wanted it. He wanted to be held the way they held each other. He smiled through it, shaking his head. “Nah, I’ll give you two the room tonight.”
Before they could protest, he grabbed his stuff. Hanbin looked like he wanted to insist, but instead, he smiled. He hid his face a little. “My room has a free bed. Maybe go see Ricky?”
“Will do,” Matthew said, saluting.
*
Matthew didn’t go to Ricky and Hanbin’s room. Instead, he made his way down the hall to where two of his other bandmates were staying. He expected Gyuvin to be the one to open the door but instead, he was greeted by the one he’d been wanting to see the most.
“Matthew Hyung?” He croaked, eyes widening.
“Did you just wake up?” Matthew asked. He almost didn’t need to. It was pretty clear from the mess of Gunwook’s hair and the pillow mark on his face. The younger boy scratched his head.
“I passed out pretty much straight away,” he admitted. He then looked Matthew up and down. “What are you doing here?”
“Hanbin Hyung is sleeping with Hao Hyung,” Matthew replied.
“Sleeping with him?” Gunwook choked. Matthew blushed.
“I didn’t mean that!” He panicked, flustered. Gunwook just laughed.
“I’m just teasing, Hyung,” he said, smiling. “It explains Gyuvin leaving so suddenly.”
Ah. So Gyuvin had gone to Ricky. Matthew didn’t know why, but the thought made his chest pull in the same way it had when he’d seen Hao with Hanbin. Standing in front of Gunwook now too, after not being held by the boy for days, made his chest feel tight and his stomach twist. He looked up at the boy. “Can I crash here?”
Gunwook blinked at him, surprised. His round lips opened slightly as he stared down at Matthew. He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Sure.”
“You’re the best, Gunwook-ah!” Matthew smiled. Gunwook stepped aside, letting Matthew in. The older man took in the details of the room. It wasn’t unlike the one he and Hao shared. The only difference was the clothes lying about and the anime figures Gunwook had bought lining the windowsill. Matthew smiled at them. As he was looking around, he didn’t hear Gunwook approach.
“You can take Gyuvin Hyung’s bed if you want,” he said.
Matthew jumped. He hadn’t noticed Gunwook behind him. He looked to Gyuvin’s empty bed and then to Gunwook, frowning. “I thought I would just sleep in yours with you.”
Matthew didn’t miss the way Gunwook froze. He hesitated. He never hesitated before. “I don’t think…”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hyung,” Gunwook said quietly.
Matthew’s heart dropped. “Why not?”
“I just…” Gunwook avoided his gaze. “I don’t know if we should…”
“Should what?” Matthew questioned. He knew the answer. He could tell by the way Gunwook kept his distance. Really, he knew from the way Gunwook had been avoiding him. He’d told himself it was their schedule that had pulled them apart but now he knew. He glared at the younger boy, getting angry. “Gunwook you haven’t hugged me in days!”
“I thought you wouldn’t want to,” Gunwook replied, pouting. Matthew softened instantly. How was Gunwook this cute? Matthew made a noise before grabbing onto Gunwook. He was small but strong, so pulling the taller boy to the bed was easy.
“That’s it. We’re cuddling.”
“Hyung!” Gunwook complained. “What are you doing?”
Matthew settled into Gunwook’s bed while the other hesitated. He looked up at him. “Do you… do you not want to hold me?”
The widening of his eyes showed his hurt. “Of course, I want to hold you, Hyung!”
“Then get in, silly!” Matthew laughed. Gunwook bit his lip. It was a strange expression for the boy, showing an anxiety he didn’t usually have. After just a moment more he finally sighed and climbed into the bed with Matthew.
It had only been a few days but Matthew missed being in Gunwook’s arms. He settled in, finding his home on Gunwook’s warm chest. This was his happy place. If he could choose any place to spend the rest of his days, any place to die, it would be right here against the other’s torso, listening to his heartbeat. It was fast. The rhythm of it beat quickly like a song. The longer they held each other, the tighter Matthew squeezed, the faster it got. Suddenly, Gunwook pulled away, putting distance between them.
“I can’t do this.”
“Gunwook?” Matthew asked, frowning at him. “What’s wrong?”
“This is why I can’t do this…” Gunwook muttered.
“What do you mean?” Matthew asked, trying to pull him in again.
“I’m sorry Hyung…”
“Don’t be stupid! I…” Matthew paused. His eyes widened. As he chased Gunwook’s body, pulling him in close, something hard pressed against his thigh. “Gunwook…”
“Hyung…” Gunwook groaned, burying his face in Matthew’s hair. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” Matthew asked, playing dumb. They could just ignore it. They’d ignore it and it would be fine.
“You know what, Hyung.”
Matthew sighed. He pulled away enough to smile up at the younger boy. “It’s fine. It’s natural. We all get hard every now and then!”
“But every time…” Gunwook stopped, not finishing his sentence. Matthew’s heart skipped.
“Every time?”
Gunwook swallowed and nodded. “I know it’s wrong but…”
“Is that why you stopped hugging me?” Matthew interrupted.
“I thought it would make you uncomfortable,” Gunwook replied.
Matthew’s grip on him tightened. His heart beat a little faster in his chest. He looked away from the other’s face. “Why would it make me uncomfortable? It’s… It’s natural isn’t it?”
“Hyung…”
Matthew’s mind was going a million miles a minute. His thoughts raced through his head. He couldn’t make sense of them. Neither could he make sense of the way his body burned and his heart beat fast in his chest. With all this confusion, he spoke the next words into the other’s chest. “You can take care of it if you want.”
“Really?” Gunwook spoke, surprised.
Matthew nodded against his chest. “Like I said, it’s natural right.”
“Right,” Gunwook agreed. He swallowed and made to move. “I’ll just head to the bathroom.”
Matthew’s grip on him tightened. “Don’t go.”
“Hyung?” Gunwook asked, confused.
Matthew swallowed. He was being stupid. Selfish even. He knew what he was saying wasn’t okay but he said it anyway. “You’re not allowed to stop holding me.”
“How am I meant to take care of this then?” Gunwook asked.
Matthew answered by pulling him in even closer. He pressed his thigh between Gunwook’s legs, feeling his bulge against his hip. Gunwook stuttered forward on instinct, chasing the sudden contact. Matthew held him in place so he couldn’t escape. “Just keep holding me.”
“Hyung…” Gunwook groaned. Matthew didn’t know it could be such a pretty sound. He pressed into Gunwook again, causing another flutter of his hips. He gripped onto Gunwook, holding him tight.
“It’s okay. Keep going.”
Gunwook, first and foremost, kept his promise. He held Matthew tight to his chest as he rocked against him. The drag of his hips against Matthew’s thigh was slow at first, but each one pulled a small gasp or groan from the boy’s lips. With his height, it was easy to forget that Gunwook was so young, but the way he whined served as a reminder.
Matthew was exactly being quiet either. Even though it was Gunwook who was supposed to be getting off, the messy thrusts of his hips jostled his own cock, bringing it to hardness in his shorts. Matthew gasped as Gunwook’s hip pressed against his bulge.
“Hyung,” Gunwook groaned, noticing Matthew’s hard-on.
“Does it feel good?” Matthew asked, ignoring his own arousal. This wasn’t about him. All he wanted was for Gunwook to get some relief. However, It was harder to ignore the building pressure when Gunwook flipped him onto his back. What started out as simple, lazy grinding, transformed into something else entirely as Gunwook straddled his hips, pushing him down into the bed. Matthew gasped as Gunwook pressed his hips down, grinding directly on his bulge. “Gunwook-ah?”
“Is this okay?” Gunwook asked. He looked down at Matthew’s face, searching for any reaction. Matthew swallowed.
“Whatever’s good for you,” he replied.
He wasn’t expecting it to feel so good when Gunwook moved again. He groaned, relishing the feeling of Gunwook rutting against him over and over. His movements were clumsy and frantic, but so so good. Even through the layers of clothing, Matthew could feel the drag of Gunwook’s hard cock against his own. As Gunwook got clumsier with his movements, breaths becoming choked and ragged, he gripped Matthew harder. Matthew lifted his hips, bucking up against Gunwook. He’d say it was to help him, but really he was chasing his own pleasure. He shouldn’t be. This was for Gunwook, not for him.
“Hyung…” Gunwook panted, hips stuttering. “I going to…”
“It’s okay,” Matthew replied, breathless. “I don’t mind.”
Gunwook held him tight as he came. Matthew held him back, feeling every jerk of his hips, every shake and tremble, every muscle tensing beneath his hands. He could even feel the wetness pool in the front of the boy’s shorts as he released into them. His voice caught in his throat. Only one word escaped his lips. “ Matthew …”
“Hope you’re feeling a bit better,” Matthew laughed. He ignored the fact his body was still on fire, his cock straining in his shorts, begging for more.
Gunwook pulled away from him, propping himself up and looking down at Matthew. The poor boy looked absolutely wrecked. More than that though, a worried look flashed across his features. “Hyung… I’m sorry!”
“What for?” Matthew said, smiling at him. “I said you could do it… right?”
“Hyung…”
“Friends help each other out. It’s okay.”
Matthew saw the way Gunwook’s face changed. All pleasure drained from his expression, leaving a look of sadness and hurt. “Friends…”
“Yeah,” Matthew replied. “You’re young and healthy. It’s more than natural to get turned on. I haven’t done it before, but I was happy to help you out.”
Gunwook was still looking at him strangely. “You think I’d get hard… that I’d do that with a friend?”
“I mean we’re close, right?”
“Do you not get it, Matthew?”
Matthew frowned at him. “What?”
Oh. Oh.
He got it now. Or at least, he thought he did. It was hard not to get with Gunwook’s lips suddenly on his. He pressed so hard and yet, they were so soft. Matthew did always love the shape of Gunwook’s lips. They were so plump and pretty looking. He never imagined, though, that they’d feel so good. Just like the kiss on his ear, he certainly didn’t hate what was happening. He let his eyes close and gasped a small breath. As he did, Gunwook pressed harder. His tongue slipped between Matthew’s lips, tasting the inside of his mouth. Matthew hummed his surprise, eyes opening again.
Gunwook pulled away. His lips were red, as were his round cheeks. “Do you get it now, Hyung?”
“Get what?” Matthew replied dumbly.
He deserved the way Gunwook hit him. “Hyung. I like you.”
“Ow! Gunwook!”
“Why else do you think I hug you every day? Why I love holding you so much?”
“Everyone else hugs me,” Matthew replied, pouting.
“They don’t get hard every time though, do they?”
Matthew bit his lip. He shook his head. “That’s true…”
“Hyung…” Gunwook spoke, looking down at him.
“Yes?” Matthew breathed.
“Can I kiss you again?”
Matthew’s breath caught in his throat. Gunwook… He was his bandmate. His friend. He shouldn’t… He knew he shouldn’t but… he nodded.
He wrapped his arms around Gunwook’s neck as the boy leaned in. His heart thumped hard and fast in his chest as he closed his eyes. The second kiss confirmed a few things. Firstly, it confirmed that Matthew very much did not dislike being kissed by Park Gunwook. It also confirmed that Gunwook was a really good kisser. He was still young but he certainly didn’t seem inexperienced. As Gunwook tilted his head and breathed heavy breaths into Matthew’s mouth, Matthew found himself wondering who had taught the boy how to kiss. How many high school loves had he practised on before this moment? Gunwook’s teeth grazed his bottom lip, bringing him back to the moment. A shiver ripped through him. The sensation reminded him of his still-hard cock pressed beneath the other boy. Gunwook pulled away from him with a pant.
“Hyung… can I… Can I touch you?”
Matthew almost moaned. He wanted to whine out a please. Instead, he nodded. “Go ahead.”
Gunwook shifted, holding his weight with one hand. The other reached down. Matthew gasped.
He’d expected Gunwook to palm him through his shorts, just getting him off quickly as Matthew had him. Instead, his long fingers slipped inside the waistband, shifting his shorts and boxers down just enough to free his cock.
Matthew had imagined what it would be like to have Gunwook’s hand around him. He’d almost gotten off to the thought of it just that week. The fantasy didn’t compare to the real thing. It couldn’t. He wasn’t small or anything but Gunwook’s hand almost fully covered his length. He barely had to move at all to stroke the entire length. He pumped it steadily, leaving the older boy shaking beneath him. Matthew had wondered who had taught Gunwook to kiss but he couldn’t fathom someone teaching him how to give a handjob. Had he really learned this just from himself? The lazy yet skilled flick of his wrist… The way his large thumb flicked over the slit… They weren’t the moves of someone inexperienced. Matthew held onto him, gasping as Gunwook worked him closer and closer.
“Gunwook-ah,” he moaned.
“That’s it Hyung,” Gunwook urged. “Just a little more.”
Matthew swallowed. He was shaking hard, feeling his climax approach. “Gunwook!”
“You’re so good, Hyung,” Gunwook praised him. “So cute.”
Matthew came in Gunwook’s hand, toes curling. Gunwook kept pumping him through it, drawing out every single drop. Matthew knew he was making a mess, but he didn’t care. He didn’t have it in him to care. He gasped and swallowed down a breath as he tried to come down. Pleasure pulsed through him, his whole body flushed and tingling. Matthew couldn’t remember a time he’d come so hard since becoming an idol. No matter how many nights he had with his hand, he couldn’t compare to what he felt now. He felt Gunwook shift above him and opened his eyes. To his shock, Gunwook brought his hand to his mouth and put a finger between his lips.
“Don’t do that!” He scolded, sitting up quickly and slapping Gunwook’s hand away from his mouth.
“What? I wanted to taste!” Gunwook replied. “I saw it in a porn once.”
“Well it’s gross,” Matthew huffed. He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Gunwook tasting his jizz. He screwed up his face, blushing. “What did it taste like?”
“Kinda gross to be honest,” Gunwook replied, laughing. Matthew couldn’t help but laugh with him. With the little strength he had left, he tapped Gunwook’s arm.
“How about we go clean up?” He suggested.
“Hyung…” Gunwook spoke, hesitating. “We should talk.”
Matthew rolled his eyes at him. “We’ll clean up first, okay?”
“And then talk?”
Matthew considered. “And then cuddle.”
“Hyung…” Gunwook sighed.
“What?” Matthew said, pouting at him. “Do you not want to?”
Gunwook took in a deep breath and then sighed again. “Fine. If that’s what you want, Hyung.”
Matthew smiled at him. He then looked around, eyes landing on the bed next to them. “Maybe we should take Gyuvin’s bed though.”
Gunwook choked on his laugh. He pressed a quick kiss to Matthew’s lips.
“Sounds like a good idea.”