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Anton and Sohee developed the habit of sleeping in the same bed.
The habit started a long time ago, back in Los Angeles when all the members were cramped on the California King sized mattress in the unbelievably cold hotel room that was only meant for two people. Sohee and Anton laid side by side then, packed like sardines as they fought for covers and space. Sungchan naturally hogged most of it, then it was Wonbin, then it was Eunseok. Their hyung’s took all the space and what little space trickled down to the two youngest forced Sohee to nestle deep into Anton’s front, he simply didn’t have a choice.
That night when everyone else was asleep and someone was snoring Sohee felt Anton’s arm slowly wrap around his waist. He drew in a breath feeling the broad chest Anton hid so diligently with oversized closed, and his body went tense when Anton pulled him close. Sohee’s body was superimposed easily by Anton, and his hand seemed to cover the expanse of his stomach with ease.
Sohee spent the night praying that Anton’s hand wouldn’t creep up to his chest and feel the hammering of his heart that contradicted the way Sohee would react to Anton’s not so subtle courting. Everyone in the group could admit that it was pitiful to some degree, how Anton helplessly strived for a shred of Sohee’s attention. Sohee was the most aware of it, he was also aware that he was wrong for constantly rejecting Anton, but it was too easy to do in front of the cameras. Sohee also admittedly grew to like the small pout that would always creep across Anton’s face. Sometimes he couldn’t stop the small smile at the sight of Anton turning to the cameras with furrowed eyebrows talking about how his Sohee hyung was so mean.
But it was hard for Sohee to be mean when Anton was so warm and so solid against his chest. He couldn’t muster up any words, in fact Sohee experienced the absence of thought for the very first time in his life when Anton pulled him in even closer.
In the beginning Sohee believed he was a sadist from the sense of satisfaction he’d get from denying Anton’s advances. He admittedly loved the way Anton followed him like a puppy and clung to him like a shadow, alternating between being as quiet as a mouse to a bother in an attempt to get his attention. When the cameras were running Sohee was able to convince himself he was doing it for the fans. He believed in some sick and twisted way that everyone deserved to see Anton dote on him so helplessly, to always stay behind even when Sohee’s time on set stretched long into the night. Sohee always made sure to tell Anton multiple times he didn’t have to stay when the camera was running, he even exercised his hyung authority to tell him to go home. But what the cameras never saw (or so he thought) was the warm feeling he’d get in his chest at the sight of Anton slowly shaking his head behind the camera.
Sohee found out that it was hard to play it up for the cameras when they weren’t running. There was no audience or cameras in their shared space, only a tension that was so thick it sat in the room like a smoke cloud. Sometimes when Sohee was laying on his bed and caught a glimpse of Anton it felt like a smoke cloud that would always cause Sohee to abruptly cough.
(Eventually after a week of coughing and having a tight chest at the sight of his roommate Sohee came home to find a humidifier for their room. Anton bought it with his own money despite never expressing interest in it. He put it on Sohee’s side of the room and cleaned it every night. Sohee insisted he didn’t need it, but Anton insisted more. Maybe he really was a sadist.)
Before Sohee accepted the irrational kindness from Anton on camera, acceptance came from the bedroom first. Maybe the humidifier was the breaking point, maybe it was the comfortable hat that fit him perfectly. All Sohee remembers is that after Anton changed the water for his humidifier he slowly crawled onto the bed, getting even slower with each creak from the bedframe. Sohee remained neutral, facing away from Anton as he fell into place behind him despite the cold sweat that broke across his forehead and the slight tremor he got in his hand. He found it hard to be nonchalant when Anton’s body fit like a puzzle piece against his and he was just so warm. Sohee was only able to find peace of mind by repeating to himself over and over again that Anton’s sleepy arm just naturally found its place pulling Sohee close, that he was only on his bed to be close to the humidifier, and that their only option was to cuddle closely if they didn’t want to freeze or fall off the bed.
The excuses worked for a long time. The habit didn’t develop without Sohee putting up a fight. He was able to convince himself every single night in Los Angeles when Anton quietly offered to sleep on the end with Sohee that he only did it because he was the smallest, and when he wrapped his arm around Sohee’s waist when everyone fell asleep it was nothing more than his body on autopilot trying to find warmth.
But when they came back from Los Angeles and continued to room together Sohee still found himself cuddled next to Anton. They weren’t in the small hotel room in Los Angeles anymore, so why were they still laying in the same bed? They were in South Korea in their new dorms, with designated separate sides of the room, but for some reason Sohee and Anton were still cramped on the bed.
Even if that was almost a year ago, the scene that was set now reminded Sohee of his time in that hotel room. The only difference was that Anton and Sohee weren’t pushed to the end of the mattress–they were sandwiched in the middle instead. They also weren’t surrounded by their sleeping members, Shotaro and Wonbin were fully awake and painfully aware, Sohee and Anton were being crushed between the two of them, and they only came closer and closer causing Sohee to be pushed further into Anton’s chest.
Bedsprings creaked underneath their shared weight as Wonbin and Shotaro giggled at the situation. Sohee remembered the quiet sound of laughter in the hotel room that would cause Anton’s arm around his body to stiffen and Sohee would draw in a tense breath. Back then, they didn’t know if they were the subject of the shushed laughter; now it is more obvious than ever that Anton and Sohee were the source of entertainment. They became a spectacle, a show that Wonbin and Shotaro watched with a smile.
Wonbin and Shotaro were the directors too, moving their bodies any way they saw fit. When Sohee’s body would sway towards Shotaro’s dip in the mattress a hand between his shoulder blades gently pushed him the other way. Anytime Anton would try to look over his shoulder Wonbin’s hand on his chin pointed his head back towards Sohee.
Sohee couldn’t stop his shoulders from tensing, his whole body felt stiff as a board. Regardless he was pliant, when Shotaro maneuvered his leg to wrap over Antons’ he kept it there. He even locked it in place, wedging his heel between Anton’s legs. Wonbin laughed at the sight before getting so close to Anton’s face his nose almost touched his crimson cheek. Shotaro poked Sohee’s cheek the same time Wonbin prodded Anton’s side, laughing when his body would stiffen or he’d let out a whine from being touched.
“All this space in this room–” Wonbin started.
Shotaro ruffled Sohee’s already mussed hair, causing Sohee to duck his head before preening into the touch. Wasn’t he supposed to be the sadist?
“And a whole other bed–” Shotaro looked briefly over his shoulder to Anton’s neatly made and completely untouched bed.
Wonbin drove his bony fingers into Anton’s rib cage, making the youngest yelp in surprise.
“Yet you two are sharing this one?” Shotaro laughed.
Neither of them could defend themselves, they knew it was ridiculous. As time went on and roommates changed and they changed buildings, the two still found themselves in the same position. After the night with the humidifier Sohee tried pushing Anton off his bed with his feet or exercised his hyung power to get him to go to his side of the room. But after taking the kicks as a joke and remaining steadfast, Sohee’s resolve of indifference eventually crumbled. The only thing that was left in its wake was shock at the situation the two found themselves in. The fact that Sohee found a place for himself underneath Anton’s chin and Anton even found himself curled against Sohee was bizarre. The fact that nothing stopped them, even when the air conditioning unit in their room broke and turned their room into a sauna. They still cuddled when sweat made their clothes stick to their bodies. The ridiculousness of it all made it seem fake, like it was a game they always played or an agreement that was never in writing.
But now Sohee was coming to the realization that this was very real. Wonbin and Shotaro barged in without knocking, their eyes going first to Anton’s vacant side of the room before seeing the two on Sohee’s bed. He couldn’t even use the excuse of Anton bothering him while he played games on his phone, he had gotten off an hour prior after ten minutes of Anton saying please come back to bed. The two had almost fallen asleep before they were startled awake by the sudden sound of Wonbin and Shotaro opening the door.
Before Sohee could launch Anton off the bed the two were caught red-handed. They shot upwards in an instant, eyes wide as they watched the figurative light bulbs go off over Shotaro and Wonbin’s heads.
“So this is what you guys do when everyone else is asleep?” Shotaro asked.
The worst part was that they didn’t even get the chance to object. They didn’t have the chance to ask questions, like what were they doing up at this hour or what they were doing in their room. Anton and Sohee were stunned to complete silence, eyes wide as saucers as they followed their hyung’s every move. Even the bed springs creaked unsurely as the older ones got closer and closer to them. Anton instinctually got closer to Sohee while he stayed in his spot on the bed, afraid that a move would cause them to pounce. Sohee felt like a piece of prey being backed into the corner.
He was still completely still as Shotaro approached his side of the bed and Wonbin went to the other towards Anton. The bedsprings creaked and Anton’s moving weight caused Sohee to shift on the bed. He went further into the wall that was Anton, still staring at Shotaro who stood over him. It was hard to look him in the eye, the singular light shined behind Shotaro’s head and casted a shadow on Sohee’s face.
Shotaro was like the thing lurking underneath his bed at night, the reason Sohee was extremely adamant about keeping both feet underneath the covers at night. But he wasn’t scared, he was confused why the blood coursing through his veins didn’t go cold but instead felt burning hot. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t running or screaming, but instead looking up to Shotaro waiting with bated breath for his next move.
His eyes flitted between the two older men. He couldn’t make sense of the smirk and head tilt from Shotaro or the sudden closeness of Wonbin’s face to Anton’s.
“This is why you two act so weird on camera?” Shotaro asked with that same smirk on his face.
Sohee would’ve loved to object. He would’ve bit back with something about the various sounds he’s heard from Shotaro’s room, but he couldn’t find the words. When he looked to Anton for help all he saw was that the younger’s eyes were screwed shut as Wonbin ruffled his hair.
Anton looked so pathetic. Sohee was reminded of all the times Anton tried asserting dominance, how he constantly reminded Sohee that although he may be younger, he was bigger in every sense of the word. But he looked so small at the hands of Wonbin, how his breath was already becoming shaky and his face was already so so red.
When Anton took in a sharp breath Wonbin reached across Anton’s body and moved some of Sohee’s hair from his eyes. Sohee tried to remain relaxed, even if he swore his heart was about to pop out of his chest right onto his jostled bedsheets. He imagined the scene for a moment, the room splattered in red as his ribcage burst open. Maybe the bloodlust in Shotaro and Wonbin’s eyes would finally fade. They looked so hungry Sohee believed they wouldn’t be satisfied until they ate his heart, then his legs that they always pinched and talked about. The way they closed in made Sohee sure they wouldn’t stop until even his bones were gone. When Wonbin carded his hands through his hair Sohee thought he was going to leap on the bed and take a bite out of him.
“What were you guys doing in here?” Wonbin asked.
Wonbin ended his sentence with his lips parted, leaving his bunny teeth exposed. Sohee saw him run his tongue over his lips the same way he did before eating. He was a goner.
“We have practice tomorrow.” Sohee said, barely above a whisper.
His attempt to remind Shotaro and Wonbin they had more important things to do was useless. He also spoke to remind them that he wasn’t going down without a fight, but that was also pointless. The two only laughed and continued with their gentle touches that had Sohee’s heart thudding in his chest. Shotaro started rubbing the ball of his shoulder, ending with a slight massage that had Sohee tilted his head to the side in slight discomfort. Wonbin turned his attention back to Anton, who had worked up enough nerve to open his mouth. Before he could agree with Sohee that they needed rest, his lips were sealed again when Wonbin ran his knuckles along his jawline.
“Scoot over.” Shotaro said.
Anton and Sohee didn’t wait to move further into eachother. They shared a tiny amount of space, leaving a bulk of the bed open to their hyung’s.
“So obedient.” He praised.
Shotaro and Wonbin got on the bed with their backs against the headboard. The two kept atleast one hand on Sohee or Anton at all times, the gentle touches becoming something more agitating. They took up more of the mattress than Sohee and Anton combined, like they owned the place. Like they owned them.
Their confidence was unwavering, and it caused Sohee to cast his look downwards. He was painfully aware of the fact that he was also in Anton’s shirt, the one that he refused to let Wonbin wear last week. The bottom of it came down to his mid thigh, almost completely hiding his boxers. He ignored Shotaro’s hand that clasped over the circumference of his arm to fiddle with the end of the fabric to silently show everyone he was wearing clothes. But it didn’t matter because each time Sohee’s caught Shotaro or Wonbin’s gaze he felt as if he was wearing nothing. Laid completely bare on his mattress for his bandmates to see. The shirt wasn’t cooperating either, everytime he moved it seemed to fall even further down his legs. When the end of Anton’s shirt covered his evidence of underwear completely, he heard Wonbin claim more space on the bed and felt Shotaro begin to move his arm however he pleased.
When Sohee got the courage to fully look up at Wonbin, he only smiled before squeezing Anton’s cheek particularly hard. The force caused Anton to open his eyes that were previously screwed shut with a whine, and in response Shotaro pressed his open palm to Sohee’s cheek. He submitted embarrassingly fast, his body sinking down until his head hit the pillows.
Anton was left sitting up, and got a full view of Shotaro touching his Sohee before looking past Anton to look at Wonbin in amusement.
“Binnie, feel how warm Ddori’s face is.” He said.
Anton felt Wonbin’s bony fingers release the fat of his cheek before making its way to Sohee’s face. Sohee didn’t try to swat away his hand, Anton swore he even saw a twinkle in Sohee’s partially closed eye as he followed Wonbin’s hand up to his face.
Moments like these made Anton believe that Sohee was truly the youngest in the group, that he enjoyed the borderline bullying compared to him. Because when Wonbin snickered and pinched Sohee’s cheek he didn’t whine out like he used to when Anton showed him affection. He only furrowed his eyebrows and parted his lips, furthering the notion that he was just the cutest thing to ever exist. It made Anton sick, it made sweat line his back and it made him feel uncomfortable in his pants.
“He must be embarrassed.” Wonbin cooed before leaning over Anton’s body to get closer to Sohee.
Wonbin’s body felt heavy against his, he could tell his hyung purposefully was pressing into his body to try and get him to submit the same way Sohee did, and who was Anton to try and put up a fight? He let his body sink to the mattress the same was Sohee’s did, he even burrowed into the sheets to get more comfortable. He ended up next to Sohee on the bed, the sides of their heads touching as they looked up to who was keeping them up this late at night.
Anton still felt Wonbin’s body weight on top of his, causing him to lose his breath. He turned his head towards Sohee praying for reprieve, but only felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of Wonbin and Shotaro touching him with no problems. But then the green was washed over with more blush pink embarrassment when Shotaro leaned over Sohee’s body to get closer to Anton’s face. He touched the tip of his nose and pinched his ear as Wonbin started smushing Sohee’s cheek.
“Are you embarrassed, Sohee?” Wonbin asked.
Anton watched the fat of Sohee’s cheek being manipulated without him smacking his hand away. Wonbin’s ministrations caused a natural pout on Sohee, it made his lips part and pucker and revealed part of his canines. He stuck out his pink tongue to wet his lips but Anton swore he saw his tongue brush the side of Wonbin’s pinky finger.
“No.” Sohee’s voice cracked, and his words were jumbled by the hand on his cheek that got heavier. “I’m tired.” He babbled.
Anton felt the fresh air of his room circulate back to his squashed body when Wonbin backed away. He made eye contact with Sohee while Wonbin and Shotaro looked to eachother. They both made sounds of faux surprise, and Anton watched Shotaro even go as far to scratch his head to feign confusion.
“But you two were not sleeping when we came in?” Shotaro asked rhetorically.
Wonbin nodded his head, following along wordlessly.
“Quite the opposite actually.” He added.
When Wonbin looked down at Anton, he pushed his sweaty bangs away from his forehead. Anton thought that for a moment he was taking pity on his flustered state and already splotchy face, but he was wrong when Wonbin prodded at the fleshy part of his waist. Like he was struck with lightning, Anton’s body seized and he let out another groan.
“Why is this guy so sensitive?” Wonbin asked, giggling.
“What do you guys want?” Anton whined again.
Anton prayed that Shotaro and Wonbin would take pity on him. His face matched Sohee’s but was worse, the tan that stopped the red from blossoming to the surface on Sohee’s skin shined bright from the base of Anton’s neck to the tips of his ears. His entire body felt uncomfortable from the heat and the nervous sweats, each time he was reminded of the situation another red hot wave of embarrassment washed over him.
He looked to Sohee, whose big eyes tilted upwards to scan the faces of Shotaro and Wonbin as they were deep in thought. Anton felt every part of his body stand on end when Shotaro and Wonbin locked their eyes on them again.
Anton felt Wonbin’s hand thread through his hair until his palm pressed flat against his scalp. Anton watched Shotaro do the same thing to Sohee, and everything in the room stopped. He could hear the quiet hiss of the humidifier, the sound of the air conditioner coming back to life. Then he heard the bedsprings underneath Shotaro move as he brought his body closer to Sohee’s. Anton felt Wonbin hand in his hair tighten the same time he felt Wonbin press his cheek to his. He watched Sohee’s eyes dart between Wonbin’s face and his, unsure what to focus on. Anton kept his eyes trained on Sohee, on his parted lips and blown out eyes that started coming closer and closer to him.
Anton felt Wonbin’s hand push him towards Sohee’s face a beat later. He was gliding across the gray sham on the pillows, coming closer and closer to the middle. Anton didn’t fight the force from Wonbin, and neither did Sohee; he even darted out his tongue again to wet his lips. The two of them just inched closer and closer to eachother with their hyung’s faces pressed to theirs. Anton imagined the smirk on Wonbin’s face, then he imagined how soft Sohee’s lips must be after using that lip mask Anton bought for him.
“We wanna see you two kiss.” Wonbin said.
Sohee and Anton’s eyes blew wide at the same time. They fought back against the palms of Shotaro and Wonbin, but their strength was no match for the older one’s determination.
“All this tension is because you guys haven’t done it yet.” Anton darted his eyes up to Shotaro and he put on a pouting face to copy Anton’s. “We are trying to help you two.” He cooed.
As Anton went back to focus on Sohee, he was reminded of the dance practice they had tomorrow. He could already hear the nagging voice Shotaro would have when the two of them would eventually fall behind in the moves. He could already see Wonbin begrudgingly taking Sohee to the corner of the practice room to run over the same move a million times.
Anton finally found the strength to stop Wonbin’s hand. His head slightly shook from the amount of force Wonbin was trying to use, and he could feel Wonbin’s bony knuckles tighten around his fluffy brown hair. He closed his eyes and whined out playfully in a last ditch attempt to cut through Wonbin’s obvious need for carnage by being cute.
“We got all night.” Shotaro said.
The method failed, in fact Wonbin seemed to get even meaner. He pinched the first piece of fat he could find on Anton’s back, squeezing his skin between his thumb and index finger. Anton’s loss of power helped Wonbin push his head even further, meeting at the place Sohee did not put a fight going to.
Anton’s lips first unceremoniously pressed against Sohee’s nose. He felt the smooth tip of Sohee’s nose press past his lips and against his teeth. Sohee gasped in surprise while Wonbin and Shotaro laughed at the spectacle. Anton screwed his eyes shut and let his tongue flick across the skin that was in his mouth, a little secret between just him and Sohee. He opened his eyes to see the glassy surface of Sohee’s eyes. The lights in their room swam on the surface and Anton could see want manifesting in the corners instead of tears.
Maybe all they really needed was a push.
Anton pulled away and repositioned himself lower, Anton’s hands went to the apple’s of Sohee’s cheeks the same time Sohee brought his hands up to the bare skin of Anton’s arms, gripping his elbows for dear life. One of Anton’s hands went to Sohee’s ears, caressing the lobe that hung down. The second attempt, Anton placed his lips directly on Sohee. Neither of them moved against eachother, a still chaste kiss between two pairs of dry lips. At some point the laughter died down, but seemingly so did the air conditioning unit and the air humidifier. Everything was replaced with the sensation of lips rubbing against eachother and the sound of shifting on bedsprings. Anton closed his eyes and tilted his chin towards the ceiling and Sohee tilted his towards the bed to compliment him.
Sohee darted out his tongue first. When Anton opened his mouth and hummed against Sohee it was like a flash of lighting, suddenly his bottom lip and the corner of his mouth was wet with Sohees’ spit. He kept his eyes closed, he even screwed them tighter as he let his own tongue out his mouth. If Sohee’s was a flash of lighting Anton’s was steady heavy rain, he was messy. He didn’t care to feel his tongue against Sohee’s top row of teeth, he didn’t care if saliva dribbled down their faces down to their chins. The boldness influenced Sohee to do the same, and before the two knew it, they had given up kissing all together just to push their tongues together.
Their lips separated entirely to focus on the new feeling, the two of them turnt and tilted their heads to feel different anatomy. Anton could taste the mint toothpaste on Sohee still, and Sohee hands reached upwards to Anton’s shoulder. They breathed heavily through their nose, the exhaled air cooling the hot saliva on their tongue and lips. Even when there was nothing left to gain they still continued. Sohee swore he could feel each individual taste bud of Antons’, the dry surface adding a completely different texture. Sohee’s hands gripped Anton’s shoulder tight, and Anton no longer felt the push from Wonbin’s hand. Instead it was a pull from Sohee’s, desperate and a silent plea for more.
Before Anton could close the distance, he felt bony knuckles grip his hair tight. Anton felt the pinprick sensation of his strands being pulled out and he didn’t hold back a hiss of pain. The blood rushing in his ears stopped him from hearing anything, but after Shotaro’s lips moved the grip on his hair loosened. Instead of getting pulled back he felt Wonbin’s lips come close to his ear.
“You want to touch him don’t you?” Wonbin asked.
The fake concern dripped off every syllable, but Anton didn’t care. He focused on Sohee’s glistening lip and the way he stayed in the exact same spot when Anton pulled away. Sohee’s lips were still puckered, his eyes only slightly opening like he was looking for Anton. He had never seen it so obvious on Sohee before, the way he looked at Anton like he was the only one there.
“I want to touch him.” Anton said, voice hoarse.
Anton saw Shotaro’s face come closer to Sohee’s, a teasing smile as he pressed his cheek to Sohee’s.
“How bad?” Shotaro asked.
Anton’s dick jumped in his sweats.
“So bad.” He whispered.
“You heard that, Ddori?”
Shotaro pulled away from Sohee’s face to lightly caress the apples of his cheek. In any other case Anton would’ve been livid, sneakily finding a way to pull Sohee away from the attention he was receiving from people that weren’t him. But Shotaro and Wonbin were essentially helping him in their own twisted way. So he held his tongue when Shotaro brought his lips unnecessarily close to Sohee’s ear. When his bottom lip touched the shell of Sohee’s ear, Shotaro casted a look at Anton.
“He wants to touch you so bad.” Shotaro said, copying the breathy infliction of Anton’s voice.
“You can touch me.” Sohee said.
All three of the men in the room could tell Sohee was holding onto the crumb of dominance he had in this situation. He tried so hard to make his voice steady, to not bring attention to the creased fabric of Anton’s shirt underneath his hold. His eyes were glistening again with shaky pupils when he swallowed thickly. Three sets of eyes went to Sohee’s Adam's apple that bobbed in his throat and the sick smiles deepened on Shotaro and Wonbin’s face.
Anton would’ve loved to take his time with Sohee. Feelings the older spent so long denying were finally being reciprocated with a fervor that Anton wanted to match with love and care. But he didn't have the chance to slowly trail his fingers down Sohee’s body or feed off his desperation when he felt Wonbin’s hands hover over his body. Anton looked down in confusion to see Shoatro already reaching Sohee's lower half. Wonbin lifted up the bottom of Sohee’s shirt and revealed the boxers he wore and the taut skin of his tiny waist. Wonbin shuffled closer to Anton to feel more of Sohee, his cold hand pressed flat against Sohee’s stomach and rubbed the skin.
When Anton saw Shotaro reach for the elastic of Sohee’s waistband and saw Wonbin’s finger poke at Sohee’s belly button, he couldn’t control himself. Before Anton knew it he started reaching for Sohee’s waistband too, harsher than the pawing and prodding from his hyungs’. He let his large hands cover the span of Sohee’s waist and greedily dipped his fingers underneath the waistband before they disappeared. Sohee reached forward and grabbed Anton’s forearm so hard he felt his blunt fingertips dig into his skin. Anton didn’t back down, the embers in his stomach turned to a fire, burning bright and fraying the edges of his mind. In his haste he decided if he wasn’t the only one seeing Sohee completely bare no one would; so instead of pulling down his boxers Anton only pushed his hand inside, leaving the other out to block entry from Wonbin and Shotaro. He was content with not seeing all of Sohee if that also meant no one else would. He decided that view was for him and him alone, even if it came with the sacrifice of tonight.
Anton let bygones be bygones when Sohee parted his bitten lips and let the first moan fall out. The sound was breathy, so quiet that Shotaro and Wonbin had to cease movement to hear it clearly. They were all ears for Sohee, leaning in close when Anton started moving his hand.
“Chanyoung-ah.” Sohee’s voice was barely above a whisper before he swallowed thickly again.
Anton looked down at Sohee’s screwed shut eyes and bit his lip at the sight. Shotaro started grabbing at Sohee’s ass and Wonbin’s hands went underneath Sohee’s shirt to tweak his nipple. Anton bit his lip harder to try and calm the possessiveness stirring in the pit of his stomach.
He let out his frustrations by picking up the speed of his hand. The notion of doing this right was out the window in seconds after hearing his name. His desperate need to please Sohee made him abandon the idea of slow intentional tension being built until it boiled over to something erratic. When Sohee threw his head back to lean it on Shotaro’s shoulder Anton reached upwards to pulled Sohee’s head until their foreheads rested against the others. Anton felt more precum drool between his fingers, extra lubricant for his greedy fast hand.
“Just us.” Anton looked down at Sohee’s parted lips but was distracted by Shotaro’s hand that caused a lump in the fabric over Sohee’s ass. “Only me touching you.” He lied.
Anton wrapped his hand around Sohee and brought him closer, cutting off contact from Wonbin and straining Shotaro’s hand. He felt Sohee desperately grab for everything, any part of Anton he could get his hands on. When he settled at Anton’s hips he gripped hard, trying to hold onto something to center himself. His moans and declarations of Anton’s Korean name fell from his lips, like he couldn’t form a coherent thought. Anton’s jealous mind came to the conclusion that if Sohee couldn’t think, then he wouldn’t be able to pay the other two any mind. So he picked up the speed of his hand again, even when the precum dried up and Sohee shook his head pitifully.
Sohee tilted his head up from the pleasure veiled with discomfort, tweaking one of his eyes to mentally find the spot. Anton felt pity, he knew what the lack of lubrication would do to Sohee’s sensitive skin. But Anton couldn’t stop his hand, he didn’t want to. He could only kiss Sohee’s forehead before settling into Sohee’s shoulder to give his hand a better angle.
“I know.” Anton had to raise his voice over the pathetic whimpers tumbling from Sohee’s lips. “I’ll make it up to you hyung, I promise.” He whined.
Sohee’s knuckles turned white from the hold he had on Anton’s shirt. He didn’t dare open his eyes, but he could feel the close proximity of Wonbin warm his face and felt the distant pokes of Shotaro’s fingers on the swell of his ass. But most of all Sohee felt Anton, his Chanyoung, desperately working to bring him pleasure. He felt his dick throb from the speed and occasionally dribble out precum from the stimulation and the attempt to ease Anton’s movements. Sohee didn’t know why he was letting himself be treated so carelessly by Anton, and he didn’t know why Anton was treating him with such reckless abandon. The Anton who doted on him and bought him snacks and clothes without a second thought was giving him an aggressively dry handjob. The one who claimed to be the most romantic in the group didn’t even bother to even lick his palm before plunging it past Sohee’s waistline before wrapping it around the root of his dick. The worst part was that Anton seemed to know it too, that he was so attentive it made him careless. His hand rubbed the small of Sohee’s back soothingly, so different from the harsh pace of his hand.
“You can do it.” Anton encouraged.
Sohee knew that Anton could’ve degraded him at this moment. He could’ve brought up how easily Sohee turned to putty in his fingers despite being so defiant any other time. He could’ve called Sohee pathetic and he would’ve nodded his head before pulsing in his hand again. But Anton’s words were sincere. His tone was almost apologetic as he kept the unforgiving pace, like he knew he was being so harsh he just couldn’t help it. His desire to please Sohee was innate but so overwhelming it became something he couldn’t control. Sohee was experiencing first-hand something that was so good it became bad.
His dick twitched pathetically in Anton’s hand that he started thrusting to try and relieve some of the pressure. Something even more humiliating was that Sohee liked this, he loved being taken care of so well it became desperate, almost violent. He let Anton beat his dick with little to no lubrication because he knew it was coming from a place of good. He knew that Anton wanted to only bring him pleasure even if it ironically came at the cost of his comfort.
“Chanyoung-ah.” Sohee opened his eyes and looked at the crown of Anton’s head. His hair twitched from the movement of his hand, Anton was moving so fast it sent vibrations through the rest of his body. “I’m so close.” He said.
He watched Anton nod his head and felt the movement against his chest. He also felt the wet patch from the spit mindlessly falling from Anton’s lips, a sign of how focused he was. Sohee felt Anton’s hand wrap impossibly tighter around his waist, and he felt the absence of Shotaro and Wonbin. Sohee couldn’t be bothered to look around, focused on the electricity prickling across his skin that caused his hair to raise on end.
“Please cum for me Sohee.” Anton mumbled against his chest.
His hand tightened around the root of his dick and squeezed each time he made it to the tip. Sohee was right on the edge. He could feel the other side calling to him, especially when Anton’s other hand started palming his ass. He was missing something, trying to find it on the crown of Anton’s head as he focused on each individual strand of hair. Sohee was pitifully only giving Anton pre-cum, the pathetic drivel drying up from Anton’s fast movements. Sohee was sure he heard the sounds of other voices, but he was too busy biting his lip hoping pain he administered to himself would offset the blinding feeling in his pants. Sohee tilted his head to the ceiling, surpassing Wonbin’s eyes that focused on the sweat lining his forehead. Sohee was only able to stare into the light for a second before he felt Anton’s head move against his chest.
“Sohee hyung.”
His eyes went to Anton’s lips first. Sohee followed Wonbin’s line of sight to Anton. His lips were pulled into a pout, Sohee swore he could see the indents of teeth embedded in his bottom lip. They were swollen and wet, glistening again when Anton stuck out his tongue. Sohee took in Anton’s eyes next, how they were pleading and shaking as he stared up at Sohee. He could see the flush across Anton’s cheeks, how they were red from blush and splotchy. He looked warm to the touch and even more destroyed than Sohee, even though he wasn’t exactly sure how that was possible. Sohee stopped to take in Anton’s parted lips, how they opened and closed several times before he finally spoke again.
“Please.”
The sight killed Sohee and the singular word made thrill shoot up his spine at the same time. Sohee only had to buck his hips into Anton’s hand three more times before he felt that tight rod snap. He stilled on the third thrust, his full body freezing completely as he felt spurts of cum and the twitching of his dick. His body relaxed entirely and Sohee let out a shaky exhale the same time Anton took a pensive breath in. His hand finally had lubrication, more than enough as he continued working up and down Sohee’s length. Anton ironically switched to the slowest pace of the night and his eyes stayed on Sohee as he tried prolonging that feeling for as long as possible. He kept going even when Sohee shook his head, even when he started whimpering out the start of Anton’s Korean name over and over again like some sort of mantra. He didn’t stop until Sohee’s hand reached down and grabbed at his wrist, forcing him to stay still.
When Sohee finally came back to Earth he felt the burning sensation of three pairs of eyes staring at him. He was in a daze when he looked at Anton, then his back straightened as he recognized Wonbin and Shotaro. His hyung’s had smiles of accomplishment, looking between Sohee and Anton who was still pressed into his chest. Sohee felt his normal defiance come back to him, even when he felt Anton’s sticky hand experimentally squeeze the root of his dick again.
“Get out of our room.” Sohee grumbled, purposefully raising his voice to hide how hoarse it still felt.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Wonbin said sarcastically.
Sohee and Anton felt the bed move as Shotaro and Wonbin shifted off the bed. Wonbin walked with a pep in his step around the foot of the bed before going to Shotaro, sticking close to his side as they headed towards the closed door. Sohee and Anton listened to the shared quiet laughs between the two of them, narrowing their eyes as they tried guessing what they were talking about. Shotaro opened the door and left first, followed by Shotaro. Before closing the door both of them peaked past the frame, staring at Anton and Sohee still in the same position.
“Don’t forget we have practice tomorrow.”
Shotaro closed the door, but Anton and Sohee could hear their laughs outside in the hallway.