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Zhang Hao’s been feeling stressed lately, his temples ache and his back tense like he's been under a lot of pressure— he has been under a lot of pressure these last weeks; conciliating college and his final thesis and the recent comeback. Too many things have had his brain on autopilot since the start of the month.
Tiredness turns his muscles rigid as Zhang Hao finally goes to bed to rest at night, usually at two or three in the morning; he swallows a diazepam pill to guarantee he'll sleep and it’s only awaken when Gunwook shakes him on the bed to remind him they’ll get late.
His life turned less about himself and more about studying and sleeping all his free time in an attempt to rest. Zhang Hao doesn't exactly recall when was the last time he had fun with his friends or felt the sunlight on his face for more than an hour, or even the last time he could go out on a date with his boyfriend.
These days, Zhang Hao has an uncontrollable fear he's neglecting his relationship with Hanbin.
His sweet, caring boyfriend, who's always by his side, calls Zhang Hao every five hours when they're away from each other to be certain he has eaten or even visits his room unannounced with street food and his favorite drinks and sweets to see the older one happy with a belly full of a delicious meal.
At the end of the day, Hanbin stays the night with him, and Zhang Hao feels— he feels guilty . It's becoming impossible to spend quality time together as the end of the semester slowly knocks on the door. Watching a movie with his boyfriend or playing a game becomes a martyr as he falls asleep in less than ten minutes.
God, even their sex life has been inexistent for months now.
A long sigh is the only sound that fills the air as he stretches his limbs and cracks his neck. Part of the tension goes away with the loud sound from his bones, but there’s still heaviness on his shoulders.
The day is almost at its end as Zhang Hao finally lays his body on Hanbin’s comfortable bed From now on, the couple is alone in the dorms, Taerae and Gunwook are gone to the other apartment to play with Yujin and Hanbin’s washing himself on the shower.
During every moment, Zhang Hao would be nagging them and sneaking some chips and cola from them. Or mayhaps, he could be having a late lunch with Matthew and Jiwoong.
Unfortunately, Zhang Hao decided to be a University student and the center of a K-pop boy group at the same time and now he barely has time to do his night skincare routine, so he ignores the burning at the back of his eyes from the lack of glasses or lenses and the pleading of his muscles for resting.
His brain is not exactly processing what’s going around him or even his laptop’s screen until two arms are hugging him from the side and lips brushing through his neck. Zhang Hao grunts before leaving a peck on his boyfriend’s forehead.
“You should go rest and shower, I can give you a massage like the old times or cook dinner for us,” Hanbin suggests, fingers fondling Zhang Hao’s strands like he’s the most precious and delicate thing on Earth. “Please?”
He nearly falls for the cute, pleading eyes and little pout from the younger man.
Rather, Zhang Hao sighs, although he loves his boyfriend endlessly and values all of his efforts, he can’t have the luxury of quitting now; not when he still has an entire paper to revise and a whole presentation to plan.
He attempts to smile at Hanbin, bumping their heads, “I can’t, my love. I’m really really desperate to be done with this soon as possible. Give me one hour and you’ll have all my attention,” Hanbin just watches him for a beat or two, and guilt makes Zhang Hao’s heart clench once again.”Love, I know you miss me and I miss you too but-”
“Just lay down for me, Hao.” This is not a proposition, he can identify it in his voice tone, in how it bristles his skin and forces a gasp past his lips. Hanbin's not requesting him to do it, he's demanding .
Zhang Hao sets his laptop on the bedside table before he has his back seated on the fluff of the mattress; just then he can sense the subtle sting on his back from spending all day in the exact position. The tiredness causes his body to feel numb all over.
Hanbin moves until he's kneeling between Zhang Hao's legs, right hand grasping firmly the older's thigh, enough to earn a flinch from the contact.
“I don't want to sleep now, Hanbinnie, I have a lot to study” his voice comes out quiet as Zhang Hao rolls his head on the pillow until he's glancing up at Hanbin's face. He's mindful that the intention of the other is far from sleeping, and even if the thought of being desired by his boyfriend before a long day arouses him, Zhang Hao pretends he’s ignorant about it.
“Are you not sleepy yet?”, Hanbin asks, a mocking pout forming on his lips. He's using his free hand to play with Zhang Hao's shirt until the expanse of his abdomen is completely uncovered in the frigid air of the room. “Don’t worry, baby. It won't happen for now.”
Zhang Hao plowed his legs around Hanbin, attempting to hide himself in the process; he didn't expect the hold on his skin to get tighter before Hanbin drew him closer.
Hanbin seals the gap between their lips in a vulgar kiss; there’s so much tongue and teeth, pure desperation after being away from each other for so long, the sensation of longing in the back of their mouths as they intertwine together into one. Kissing like the world’s about to end.
The older shuts his eyes and pants with the sensation of Hanbin fumbling and caressing his warm derms. It's enough to make him lightheaded as Hanbin utilizes his thumbs to play with Zhang Hao's sensitive nipples, circling it and pinching the perky brown buds; then he reaches for his waist, always so possessive and obsessed with marking and holding it just to watch how tiny he’s between Hanbin's hands.
All dizzy, Zhang Hao basically forgot about that . When he woke up this morning, it wasn't his purpose; all that ran through his head was the desire to feel pretty to erase his concerns from his mind. But when Hanbin's fingertips reach below Zhang Hao's shorts, touching the smooth skin until it reaches the cloth of his underwear, the older one is already quavering in anticipation.
He watches as Hanbin shortens the kiss, his pupils blow, turning his irises almost all black; a smirk forms on his lips as he forcefully drags out the shorts to Zhang Hao's knees.
“Oh, look at you, pretty thing… What do we have here? Care to explain?”, Hanbin's cocky and smug expression is so attractive Zhang Hao can feel his cock twitching in interest inside of his underwear and it obliges him to close his eyes in embarrassment.
The pastel pink panties he's wearing don't really cover anything, courtesy of the almost transparent lace, the sides of his hips decorated with two white bows that are part of the underwear; Hanbin's gaze is direct on the image exposed only for him and no one else; there's a sharp sensation in Zhang Hao’s flesh for being watched with such hunger.
This — the explicit desire that irradiates from Hanbin's body, is like fire through his bones. Sex was never boring between them, not when they were a couple of fucked in the head individuals; but after weeks without touching each other, Zhang Hao feels like the weakest of the sparkle is enough to burn them from inside.
“Are you wearing it for me?”, his voice comes out breathless as he palms the slight bulge between Zhang Hao's thighs.
Hanbin brushes his fingertips on Zhang Hao's clothed dick, feeling as it twitches in reaction. The view is adorable and— so fucking sexy. His plush, milky thighs close around him, the bite marks from the last time almost completely faded; the panties are not big enough to cover all of him, exposing the tip of his cock that peeks from the hem, the fabric being see-through leaves nothing for imagination.
The low whine that came from behind his throat made Zhang Hao look pathetic for reacting so sensitively. “Wanted to feel pretty…”, he whispers, unable to talk louder than that.
Hanbin smiles, there's a hint of tenderness in the instigating grin he's wearing. He hovers his body above Zhang Hao and deposits a single peck on his tummy, a short moment of affection before his mouth closes around one of his perky nipples, scraping his teeth on the sensitive skin just to have him whimpering.
“Mmm,” the sound comes muffled as Hanbin locks his gaze with the older one, “You always look pretty. But this makes you even more ethereal, doll .”
Zhang Hao reacts with an adorable airy cry, covering his face with both palms in front of it. His cock is already half hard with a couple of compliments and the teeth teasing him.
“Stop!”, appositive of his pleas, a giggle fills the room. Even in their nastiest moments, his sweet Hanbin makes sure to shower Zhang Hao with an endless amount of love and adoration.
This has always been his favorite thing in sex— being treated like a precious and fragile thing, something to be adored, or toyed with. Zhang Hao has dated a lot of men, most of them liked to be mean; disciplining and punishing for every little thing and even ignoring his boundaries.
But Hanbin wasn't like that, he made sure to listen to his needs and so willing to prioritize Zhang Hao's pleasure; he had the talent to make Zhang Hao come with just his fingers or his mouth and fucked him hard and deep while soothing him with compliments.
Wearing feminine clothes and underwear was not just a kink for Zhang Hao, but something he felt comfortable with. Hanbin was the first guy he dated to embrace him and ensure him that it simply made him even stunning than usual.
Hanbin's lips left the tortured nipple with a loud pop , plucking a hiss from Zhang Hao in response. He used both of his hands to apply pressure on Zhang Hao's hips, squeezing his thumbs until crimson blooms on his skin.
“Let's turn you around,” Instead of waiting for Zhang Hao to move, Hanbin literally mauls him on his stomach, and— oh dear Lod , Zhang Hao could come in his panties with that. A loud and shameless whimper fills the room. “So pretty, my princess, my little wai . Stay still for me.”
They have been like this since forever, Hanbin teases Zhang Hao by making use of the Mandarin words he’d learned from the older man— and Zhang Hao gets so turned on by this he swears he'll go insane. There's something arousing, comforting even, in calling a younger man in an honorific meant for older people. Something about the power dynamic between them, thinking that Zhang Hao should be the dominant, demanding one, and not Hanbin.
At the end of the day, Zhang Hao could tell Hanbin to stop and decide to be the one to dominate him, or fuck him— and Hanbin would gladly execute without discussing. Perhaps, Zhang Hao was the one in authority.
Zhang Hao, always so responsive, gasps in an answer. Unwarned, there's a pair of warm and wet lips kissing a path of saliva through his spine; from his neck, until it arrives at his low back. The touch is slow in a way that has Zhang Hao desperate for more.
“Please please please need you.”, his voice comes out breathy against the pillow beneath him, and Zhang Hao wiggles his hips just to get Hanbin's attention.
Hanbin breathes in and bites the space between Zhang Hao’s waist and hips just because he can, before dragging in slow and torturing motion his fingers until they’re rubbing the sides of Zhang Hao’s panties, threatening to touch his bum. Zhang Hao whines, close to begging to be touched.
“Tell me what you want first, and I’ll give it to you, princess.” His voice comes as a whisper in Zhang Hao’s ear, and after this, his teeth make another apparition, pulling his earlobes between them just to have the man beneath him squirming.
“I– I want your cock please– gege –”
And this word alone is enough to force a guttural noise from Hanbin’s throat and after this, he’s in a dazed stage, both hands grabbing Zhang Hao’s ass cheeks with enough pressure to bruise it. Hanbin digs one of his hands inside the underwear; he could never take it off, but shoves it to the side, exposing his waiting hole that clenches around nothing in neediness.
When Hanbin circles his fingertips in his warm rim and then deposits a single kiss there, a raspy mewl comes from above him.
“It's okay, doll. Gege will take care of you.”
So suddenly, without a warning, a wet tongue replaces the touch of Hanbin's warm lips; a loud cry comes from the older, muffled by the pillow below him as his hips move desperately to get away from the intrusive touch. It feels like the world's melting around him; like the only thing that matters now is the muscles that circle his rim before intruding his entrance, reducing Zhang Hao to a pleading mess.
It was difficult to ignore— the fire that ignited in his guts, the way his cock was already leaking and probably staining his sheets and panties; and how his brain could only focus on how good he felt being eaten by Hanbin.
His fingers tighten in Hanbin's locks, hard enough to hear a pained sound muffled by his skin, and grinds desperately against the hot, delicious touch of the muscle.
The pleading comes past his lips without effort when Zhang Hao feels a finger intruding, teasing his hole and driving torturously slow inside of his walls; he clenches as it's trying to stop it from moving outside; a second, then a thirty finger pokes his rim before sliding smoothly because of the amount of saliva.
A couple of staccato moans fill the room and Zhang Hao prays to any existing being that the members are still out of the apartment because of how loud he's being now.
“Gege gege gege– nnngh –” His pleas get cut by a particularly deep thrust, forcing Zhang Hao to wince and choke between moans and mewling.
Knuckles deep inside Zhang Hao, Hanbin fucks him at a brutal speed as his tongue circles it; the loud sound of slurping and clammy fingers turns everything even messier, spit dribbling through Hanbin's chin and Zhang Hao's thighs.
The pad of Hanbin's fingers finally brushes in Zhang Hao's sweet spot, forcing a loud “ fuck ” out of his mouth. His legs tremble from stimulation and there's so much pleasure his vision darkens and the wall’s spinning in circles.
“Please gege– ah! I'm g’nna cum I'm g’nna cum please please.”
“Oh poor doll, you can cum, ‘kay?” Hanbin coos, bushing the pads of his fingers in his prostate as he kisses Zhang Hao's spine until reaching his neck, leaving a bite there. This is enough to have Zhang Hao’s orbs rolling to the back and white, thick spurting coming from his cock, straining and ruining his lace panties. His senses stop functioning for a minute or two, his body convulsing from orgasming so hard.
A whine leaves his mouth from the coldness when Hanbin takes his fingers off him and gets up from the bed, hands searching blindly for the warmth of the other’s flesh; all his mind can register is the sound of a zipper and some gasps, but the world seems so far away from him that the only reaction that comes from Zhang Hao when he feels two hands around his hips and something– Hanbin’s dick sliding between his ass cheeks, slowly and dripping with pre-cum and lube.
Zhang Hao mutters a faint “no” , still too sensitive from overstimulation to process anything when Hanbin’s cockhead slides inside of his hole. And, Gosh , he’ll probably never get used to how hardly Hanbin fits inside of him. “S’ big- nngh ”
“It’s okay baby, you can take it, right?” Besides the feeling of being torn apart as Hanbin’s bottoming full, pelvis glued to Zhang Hao’s bum, Hanbin caresses his locks, damp with sweat, and it’s sufficient to have Zhang Hao whining and shaking his head in agreement. “ Good girl, so good for gege. ”, Hanbin whispers, so intimately, and Zhang Hao sees stars.
Now, he’s a hundred percent sure of his identity; there’s something slightly humiliating and empowering in being treated like this. And when Hanbin’s cock glides, his tight walls make it impossible to move even with so much lube and cum and saliva— being called a good girl, is enough to have his head spinning and loud moans coming from his open mouth.
They moan in unison as Hanbin slams his cock, so so hard, and exactly how he knows Zhang Hao loves it, squelching and skin-slapping sounds are the only things that’s heard besides Zhang Hao’s babbling and Hanbin’s moan.
He feels— so full, each drag inside of him drives him insane in lust and desire, and is delicious the way his body reacts, skin jumping, legs twitching, and low mewls and moans that come automatically at every thrust. Zhang Hao realizes he’s crying only when his chest shakes with a sob, lips quivering like he’s freezing; when his body feels hot as a furnace.
Zhang Hao can’t speak correctly, instead, he’s chanting “more gege, please” and “faster” like his life depends on it, and Hanbin gives him all he needs; quickening the pace he’s fucking into Zhang Hao’s hole, watching as he turns into mush.
His fingers wrap around the older’s wrist, holding his arms behind his back to force his cock inside with more ease before tugging him until Zhang Hao has his back pressed into Hanbin’s chest, sitting on his lap. Like this, he goes impossibly deeper. Moving quicker and more desperate, his gland brushes into the other’s prostate.
Zhang Hao bounces into the other’s lap as Hanbin fucks him, hard and faster like he’s a flashlight, made to be used by him; his pretty little toy, his delicate doll.
“Gege- hyung, please”, he cries, too loud for someone who shares the apartment with another two group members.
“That’s it, so pretty for me, my good girl, pretty doll. Come for gege, yes?”, It’s whispered into the older’s ear, the hot breath from Hanbin’s panting making him shiver as he licks a stripe of saliva into his neck. Even all drenched with sweat, Zhang Hao still smells sweet and inviting, tempting, like caramel and apple.
Hanbin forces himself a last time inside of him, so deep they both moan in unison and come together; Zhang Hao’s come trickling from his cock and through the panties’ cloth, Hanbin loading the other’s walls with cum and— he came so much it leaks through his hole while they fuck slowly their high.
Hanbin eventually allows their bodies to fall into the mattress, wincing as he takes out his now softening dick from inside Zhang Hao.
When the older’s finally back to himself, blinking his eyes slowly and sighing from tiredness, feeling his muscles ache even more; but now less painful and more as a reminder of what they’ve done, and his head heavy from how sleepy he feels, Zhang Hao finds himself less stressed and tense.
Hanbin takes off his ruined panties and the stained sheets before cleaning off the cum and sweat delicately from his boyfriend’s body. Zhang Hao smiles, satisfied, pulling Hanbin towards himself after the other gets rid of the dirty wet towel, and hugs him.
“Thank you,”, his voice comes low and husky because of the moaning as he hides his face into Hanbin’s chest. “Sometimes I feel you know me better than anyone.”
Answering with a hum , they tangle their legs and hug each other side by side, covered and protected from the cold by the clean blanket Hanbin found in Taerae’s wardrobe. Giggling together, the couple share some sleepy pecks and kisses before gluing their foreheads.
“Rest, okay? When you wake up, we’ll shower together and have dinner, then I'll help you study if you’re not too tired for this.”
Their minds float into the night as they’re comfortable and spent, and if Taerae barges into the door without knocking to complain about the noise and a ‘Wakeone don’t pay me enough for this’ in his tongue, it just means another day into their dorms.