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“So,” Seungkwan begins. Clears his throat. His cheeks are completely red, almost as if he had just finished running a marathon. Which he hadn’t, because he had been lying on Hansol’s bed for one hour already, watching the boy pack —and stress— for their upcoming tour. “… Is this music, something you listen to, like, every day?”
Hansol’s eyebrows raise, looking up from the two pairs of socks in his hands to glance at the blonde on the bed. A confused frown appears on his face, mouth slightly open.
“What do you mean?” Hansol looks to the side– because looking to the side means focusing and listening to the song better, on Hansol’s terms.
Tame Impala is currently playing softly from the speaker on top of the desk—courtesy of Chan forgetting it some days ago, and Hansol never remembering to return it.
“This is, like, my liked songs on Spotify. I think. Why?” He turns to look back at Seungkwan, who just avoids his eyes and lets out a soft snort. His cheeks are redder than ever. “Are you feeling okay, Boo? I can open the window if you’re too hot…” Hansol mentions, legs ready to stand up from his spot on the floor, urging himself to go open the window.
Seungkwan mumbles under his breath.
“Sorry, I didn’t understand. What did you say?”
Seungkwan murmurs again, his eyes searching for something in the pattern of his socks.
“Boo. I don’t hear you,” Hansol makes a face, a faint grin appearing.
“I said, I don’t understand how you would save someone by giving CPR to their dick .” Seungkwan talks in one quick breath, almost too fast for Hansol to understand.
Oh .
“Pfft-“
Hansol lets out a loud snort, cackling on the floor to the point he drops the socks he was packing. His laugh is high-pitched, giggles falling from his mouth as he falls to the floor holding his belly.
A pillow is thrown his way, landing on his face.
“Shut up! This is why I didn’t want to say anything. You’re so-! Ughhh-“ Seungkwan groans into his hands. Hansol thinks he could probably have been a tomato farmer in his past life, his cheeks the exact same color as cherry tomatoes.
Hansol brushes off the tears from laughing, sitting up, and trying to regain his breath.
“I’m sorry, that was just- very funny. I’m sorry, Boo,” Hansol says, his hands going up before grinning at the blonde. “I promise I won’t laugh.”
Hansol supports himself on his palms, stretching his legs toward Seungkwan.
“So, it’s not about giving true CPR. It’s more like, sexual?” Hansol grimaces, trying to find the exact words. He looks up to see the other’s reaction. A blush is still present on the round cheeks.
Seungkwan rolls his eyes.
“Yeah. I got that. Thank you.” Seungkwan twists his mouth, blowing his bangs out of the way. “I didn’t know you listened to this type of music.”
“What type of music?” Hansol raises an eyebrow.
“Like, so… explicit .” Seungkwan gulps, breathing slowly. He eyes the boy on the floor. Legs spread.
“I mean, she’s a good rapper. Some of her songs are really good. Even though they’re so… “explicit”. I guess. Lyricism-wise, she’s super witty, honestly.” Hansol chuckles.
“Who?”
“Oh, the one who raps about CPR. She’s called CupcakKe. Hold on, I can show you more of her stuff,” Hansol says, standing up, taking quick steps to the desk, and reaching for his phone.
“Maybe something with less…” Seungkwan starts, his voice becoming tinier as he talks. “…moans?”
Hansol’s giggles ring through the room.
“That’s one of her characteristics. But sure, I can find something you like,” Hansol snickers, putting some songs on the queue. Once the job’s done, he steps forward to join Seungkwan on the bed. He leans on his hands, one of his knees folded while the other hangs from the side of the bed.
The song changes, Tame Impala long forgotten, transitioning into an electronic beat.
“Isn’t this the artist you collaborated with? Charli-something?” Seungkwan asks.
“Oh, yeah. Charli xcx. She has some collaborations with CupcakKe.” Hansol hums, nodding to the beat. His hand flies to Seungkwan’s ankle, tapping with his fingers on the skin.
Seungkwan stares at him when the lyrics start, concentration clear on his face. He grimaces once the rap starts and throws a kick towards Hansol.
“Yah, Sollie- I asked you one thing, what is wrong with you?” Seungkwan whines, letting out a sigh and rubbing his face with his hands. He groans louder when Hansol laughs, a body dropping next to him and grabbing his legs to stop kicking.
“I told you!”
“ Gosh , I just didn’t expect you to– Listen to this. I don’t know! You’re more like the type to have emo playlists or whatever,” Seungkwan explains.
“My music taste expands beyond Frank Ocean and Green Day, thank you very much.”
“I know, okay. But do they all have to sing so explicitly about b-l-o-w-j-o-b-s? Are metaphors not a thing anymore?” Seungkwan looks behind his hands.
Hansol grabs his legs, dropping them on his lap to get more comfortable. His fingers brush the soft skin. Seungkwan is usually paler in winter, but the sun during their time in South Asia has given some colour to the skin. Hansol likes it.
He snorts, squeezing the shin in front of him.
“You’re acting like you’ve never had sex or given a blowjob, Boo, come on.” Hansol teases. His fingers reach the other’s knee, pressing gently on it.
“Of course I’ve had sex. That’s not—Why would you think that?” Seungkwan grumbles, but not going away.
“Well, you're reacting like we’re 15 again and discovering porn for the first time, for starters.” His fingers brush the top of Seungkwan’s thigh, eyes distraught by all the uncovered skin. It’s still winter, but lately, Seungkwan has gotten used to wearing shorts around the dorm.
A hand stops him.
“For your information, I’ve had sex. Lots of it, actually.” Seungkwan huffs, his arms crossing on his chest. For how flustered he seems to be, the blond hasn’t moved a centimeter from where he was lying, legs still on top of Hansol’s lap.
“I’m not saying the opposite, Boo. Just saying it’s funny that you blush so much around the B word for someone who has had lots of sex . As you said.” Hansol air quotes.
“What do you mean?” Seungkwan leans back on his elbows.
“Blowjobs, Boo.”
Seungkwan kicks him again.
“Shut up. I do not-“
“Your reactions tell me otherwise.” Hansol grabs his ankle before the blond can kick him again. “Like you haven’t, you know, keep it sticky icky like lipgloss?” He teases, a giggle escaping from his mouth. The reaction from the boy is not what he expected.
Seungkwan’s breath hitches, mouth opening and hanging for a moment. His cheeks have become extremely red, almost as if he were about to burst. Pun intended. He purses his lips, looking away and moving his legs. Hansol’s lap feels cold without them.
The smile drops from his mouth.
“Seungkwan, have you not–“ A hand traps his mouth, pressing against his lips to keep him from finishing the sentence.
“I have given a blow-job,” Seungkwan speaks the word slowly, flushed cheeks brighter than before. “I just, I- IHaventReceivedOneAndIDontGetTheHypeOkay?” He says hurriedly. “Go ahead and laugh, I guess.”
Hansol brings his hand to separate the other’s from his mouth, but keeps it close by, almost speaking to the skin. His expression is serious now, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
“I’m not going to laugh, Boo. I’m not an ass,” Hansol says in a low voice. Seungkwan’s hand feels warm in his own. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be, it’s not a big deal.” Seungkwan shrugs.
Hansol pauses for a moment, his eyes studying the boy in front of him. Seungkwan’s blond hair glistens against the blushed cheeks. The t-shirt’s neck is worn out, collarbones peeking out from it. Velvety skin. Hansol gulps and breathes slowly, mouth gaping, wondering how to speak his next words.
“How come– I mean,” he licks his lips before continuing, “If you’ve given them, who wouldn’t, you know, return the favour?” His voice comes out softly. Seungkwan’s collarbones stare at him.
Seungkwan clears his voice. He removes his hand from Hansol’s embrace, shoulders dropping, and looks at his crossed legs.
“Well, it’s hard finding someone to have sex as it is. Being gay and all, you know,” Seungkwan sighs. Hansol’s bed sheets have suddenly become the most interesting thing in the room, and Seungkwan is dedicated to picking up the invisible dust on them. “And most of them were just, well, quick stuff. So I did it for like one or two people, but they didn’t seem very into giving it. So it just didn’t happen.”
Seungkwan looks up. Hansol stares back.
“What about you ?”
“What about me?”
“Have you…?”
“Oh. Oh. Yeah– I have. Sometimes.” Hansol lets out a nervous laugh, his hand reaching to scratch the top of his head. “It’s–it’s actually one of my favorite things. Mm. Eating someone out. Or blowing them. Both are good. Yeah.”
Seungkwan tilts his head, eyes full of curiosity. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again.
“And, uhm, do you like receiving them?”
Hansol doesn’t know when the blonde got closer to him. His eyes appear bigger than before, and the flushed cheeks are still a deep colour, but not as bright as before. It’s different now. There’s been a switch in the atmosphere.
Hansol and Seungkwan don’t talk about sex like this. It’s just not something that has come up during their friendship. Sure, they talk about it with the other members. In a group setting. Not just the two of them. But now, they do, apparently.
“I mean, I do like them. I’m just more of a fan… of giving them?” The words feel heavy on his tongue, and the way Seungkwan is looking at him right now does not help.
“Oh.”
There’s a pause. A moment of silence before Seungkwan speaks again.
“Do you– with both men and women?” Seungkwan asks, blinking slowly.
Hansol clears his throat.
“Yeah. Both. I don’t really care who. I like, uh, giving pleasure to my partner. Gets me going, I guess,” he lets out an awkward laugh. “What– what about you?”
“Oh, well. I guess I’ve only given. In that sense. I don’t know. I don’t know if you count bottoming as receiving,” Seungkwan laughs dryly. “They were kind of straight to the point. So.”
Hansol gulps. Looks up and down at the boy.
“You deserve more than a quick fuck, Boo.”
Seungkwan rolls his eyes.
“Thank you. I will tell that to the next person I fuck, for sure. Way to set the mood.”
Hansol pauses, looking for Seungkwan’s eyes.
“I mean it. You deserve someone who takes their time. You know. Makes you enjoy it thoroughly. With no rush,” he breathes deeply, his chest feels heavier. “Someone who makes you feel good, and tries to make you feel even better. With only your pleasure in their mind while they’re watching all of your expressions, aching for the moment you break under their touch.”
Seungkwan's eyes darken, and he gets closer. Hansol can feel his breath from this distance.
“Is that how you are? With your partners?” He whispers into the air.
They used to talk like this. Way before their debut. Hushed whispers on the rooftop at the old Pledis building, when they used to stay late for practice. Brushing shoulders. Seungkwan would lean into him and ask him what he thought the future could hold for them.
Back in the day, his answer was always the same.
I don’t know. I just hope we do it together.
Hansol’s gaze drops to his lips.
“Yeah, I have the most pleasure when my partner does,” he breathes in, lips pursed. “There’s something about watching someone come undone under you. Breaking them apart. It could be with my hands. Or mouth. Both are very, very satisfying to me.” Hansol exhales.
The air feels dense in Hansol’s lungs. His ears are burning. And his hands itch to touch. Touch Seungkwan and all of his exposed skin. Skin that looks so, so soft.
Seungkwan chuckles, looks down, and makes eye contact with him. He bites his lower lip before speaking.
“You better introduce me to someone who does all of that, then. Big expectations and all.” There’s a cheeky tone to it.
Hansol’s mouth runs before he can catch up to his thoughts.
“I could do that. For you. Take care of you.” He sputters.
A bucket of cold water drops on him as the words settle.
“I– I mean. If you, I don’t, I’m–” he stutters, his voice becoming quiet.
“Would you?”
Hansol emits a small noise of surprise. There’s a change in the ambience.
Hansol prides himself on being an observant person, quietly watching things unfold on one side of the room. He’s not as intuitive as Jeonghan, or as sharp-eyed as Seungcheol. But he pays attention. Most of it is taken by Boo Seungkwan, who, right now, looks as pleased with himself for getting a reaction out of Hansol as the cat-who-got-the-cream.
“What?"
Seungkan leans forward. Their noses brush.
“Take care of me. Would you do that?”
Hansol’s speechless, and Seungkwan just gets closer, a smug smile on his lips. Seungkwan just loves to get a reaction out of him. And Hansol knows that.
“Would you break me apart, Sollie? Make me come undone under you? Like you said,” Seungkwan murmurs, head turned slightly, his breath hitting Hansol’s cheek.
“I, I would. If you wanted me to.” Hansol confesses.
“Maybe I do,” Seungkwan utters, his voice’s nothing but a whisper. “If you wanted to, as well.”
Hansol licks his lips before answering.
“Yeah- Yeah, I do.”
“Okay, then show me.”
It’s been some minutes since the music has stopped, and when the conversation slips into silence, the quiet space becomes loud.
Everyone is busy packing in their own rooms, or finishing schedules before they leave, and Hansol can only hear the faint sounds of Seoul in the evening, but they’re muted against the thumping of his heart, ringing in his ears.
The sun’s setting, bathing the room in hues of warmth, and Seungkwan holds his stare, blond hair shining in the light. Hansol’s mouth feels drier than ever, barely being able to swallow some saliva as his eyes wander from the other’s eyes to his lips, the line of his neck, and his collarbones.
“…Yeah, okay, yes,” Hansol speaks in a hushed tone, getting up on his knees on the bed. This way, he’s some centimeters taller than Seungkwan, a bit more than their usual height difference. Seungkwan’s mouth hangs open, surprised by the sudden decision of Hansol, but changes his expression quickly, expecting.
Hansol frowns softly, mouth twisted as he takes in the view of Seungkwan’s flushed cheeks in the sunlight. It would be so easy to just turn his head and kiss him. So easy.
But Hansol wants to make this last, make this good for Seungkwan.
He reaches for Seungkwan’s neck, fingertips barely brushing the clothed torso before landing between his jaw and neck, caressing the skin with his thumb before sliding it to the collar of the t-shirt, pulling the fabric. Hansol breathes in deeply before pushing Seungkwan softly, his free hand going to the extent of his back, guiding the boy onto the sheets.
He climbs up the other’s lap, hand going back to where it rested on the neck.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me, or something?”
Seungkwan huffs, then rolls his eyes. Hansol licks his lips, getting closer to the others’ face, their noses brushing now. He might be rolling his eyes, but Hansol can see the red creeping on his cheeks. What Seungkwan doesn’t realize is that he might know Hansol, but Hansol knows him back.
“Careful, Seungkwan-ah. You told me to take care of you, so that’s what I’m doing. Good things take time, you know?” Hansol smirks, speaking close to Seungkwan’s lips and pressing a peck on them afterwards. That seems to make Seungkwan shut up.
“Cat got your tongue, Boo?” Hansol chuckles, Seungkwan just snorts and stares silently, throwing daggers at him with his eyes. Hansol winces, putting a hand on his chest as if he had just been stabbed, then lets out a laugh. He licks his lips, tongue poking out of his mouth before deciding on taking Seungkwan’s cheeks in his hand, squeezing them lightly to make him pout, then leaning down to be able to catch the lower bottom in between his teeth.
Hansol bites the lip, breathing through his nose, and sucks on it lightly, tongue brushing the skin before letting go. A smirk appears on his face again, seeing where it becomes red from sucking on it, and lets go of Seungkwan’s cheeks.
“Sollie…” Seungkwan mutters, clicking his tongue.
Hansol raises his eyebrows, teasing, before leaning and leaving a kiss on Seungkwan’s cheek. He feels hands on his waist, and perks up. His hands reach to remove the hands from his waist, holding the wrists gently and trapping them on the sides of Seungkwan’s head.
Hansol shakes his head, a silent “no” hanging from his lips. Seungkwan pouts at him, but it’s of no use, because Hansol goes back to kissing his cheeks, wrists still trapped.
Seungkwan’s breath hitches as Hansol starts a trail of kisses to his neck, lips barely brushing the skin.
“I’m going to make this so good for you, Boo,” Hansol whispers as his teeth trap the blonde’s earlobe. He can feel Seungkwan breathe deeply under him, getting the exact reaction he wants. “Goin’ to treat you like you deserve.” Seungkwan’s chest vibrates when he laughs.
Hansol switches the wrists to hold them in one of his hands, his now free hand wandering until he’s grabbing Seungkwan’s face again, thumb caressing the chin. He runs the pad of his finger on his lower lip. Their breaths mix into each other from the closeness, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Seungkwan-ah,” Hansol murmurs against his ear, dropping a light kiss on it–and he knows that’s the reason why Seungkwan shivers this time–before asking. “Can I touch you?”
Seungkwan sighs, his eyes just half-opened before answering.
“Aren’t you touching me already?” The blonde snorts, a side smile accompanying his comment.
Hansol puts some distance between them, moving to settle one of his legs in between Seungkwan’s thighs. A light chuckle makes its way out of him, shaking his head before licking his bottom lip.
“I am. But,” Hansol begins, the hand previously caressing Seungkwan’s face moving down, sliding its way through Seungkwan’s body. His fingers stop at his collarbones, poking at the collar of the t-shirt. Hansol smiles at the sight.
Seungkwan is just as pretty under him as he is anywhere else. Maybe more.
His own fingers tingle, feeling the chest move upward with every breath, taking a pause when they brush a pointy nipple. His hand doesn’t hesitate, sliding down, more and more. Seungkwan’s shorts have rolled up, exposing his thighs. Hansol’s hand finds its place near the inside of one of the plum thighs, paying attention to how Seungkwan’s breath hitches. He gives a light squeeze to it.
“What I mean is, can I touch you? ”
Seungkwan gulps. Closes his eyes for a second, breathing heavily. A nervous laugh.
Hansol smirks.
He’s used to extroverted and confident to the cameras Boo Seungkwan. He’s seen quiet and socially tired Boo Seungkwan. He’s had sad and frustrated, crying, Boo Seungkwan in his arms.
This Boo Seungkwan though—flushed cheeks, nervous, closing his legs in an attempt to hide the growing boner in between them—is the first time that appears to him.
Hansol can’t find any other expression really - fucking - hot to explain it.
Boo Seungkwan is more than attractive. Checking all the boxes for anybody with common sense. Great personality. Amazing face card. Even more incredible ass.
And, sure, Hansol might have tempted his luck with an offer like this. And, yes, they’re best friends. Best friends who, until some minutes ago didn’t talk about sex—nor had sex with each other. And maybe he’s had a simmering crush on Seungkwan since they basically met. Nobody knows about it, though. He hasn’t been that obvious. He thinks.
So, could someone really blame him for tempting his luck and taking the chance to get Seungkwan under him?
Nobody with a pair of eyes and common sense would refuse Boo Seungkwan. Not in Chwe Hansol’s brain, at least.
Hansol plays with the edge of the light fabric of the shorts, a smirk growing when a shiver travels through Seungkwan’s body and trembles.
“Boo,” he whispers. Is the room warmer than before? “What can I do for you? So you relax… Is there something you like?” He clears up.
Seungkwan twists his mouth in thought, looking away from Hansol’s stare. It’s a lot.
“I… I think maybe some music. And–” he pauses, breathing deeply before continuing. “I might–I might need to kiss… a little.” He exhales, almost as if he had just confessed something terrible. Quite the contrary to Hansol. “…I really like it. Kisses, I mean.”
Hansol chuckles, then licks his lips. He leans down to press a kiss on Seungkwan’s forehead.
“I can make that happen for you, Boo,” he grins before sitting up, extending his hand to grab at his phone that he left on the side of the bed. He looks at Seungkwan.
“Is R&B okay? Might fit the mood,” he raises an eyebrow, expectant.
Seungkwan just nods, his hands busy distractedly treading the sheets.
The first notes of a Childish Gambino song start to play. Again, very fitting.
Hansol drops his phone on the bed again, and Seungkwan gets all his focus again. His hands go to the sides of the boy, keeping some space between them. He hopes Seungkwan doesn’t notice how his body is almost vibrating with excitement.
“Do you want to be on top? To kiss,” he asks, licking his lips and eyeing the blonde up and down.
“Yeah. Okay, yes, I’ll go on top.” Seungkwan nods quickly, and Hansol takes it as his cue to get off his body, laying down on the other side of the bed. He accommodates a pillow under his head.
Seungkwan hesitates, blinking a couple of times before turning and taking a seat right on Hansol’s hips.
Hansol breathes in. He’s not far from getting completely hard under Seungkwan. And they haven’t even kissed. Matter of fact, he hasn’t touched Seungkwan that much. Yet.
His hands fall immediately on the full hips, and he opens his mouth. Closes it. There are no accurate words to describe how Seungkwan looks right now.
Seungkwan leans in, his hands going to the sides of his head. And when their breaths mix, Hansol takes it as his cue. He grabs Seungkwan’s nape, pulling him closer until their lips are brushing.
“Seungkwan,” he mumbles, the contact of their lips tickling with the movement. He gives a light squeeze to the other’s hip. “I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”
Seungkwan opens his mouth to answer “okay”, but before he can make out a sound, Hansol brings him in, clashing their lips.
The kiss starts softly. Like an introduction, they test how they fit together, moving slowly and tentatively, not giving in too much, not imposing. Just enjoying the touch of each other.
As it turns out, they fit very, very well.
Hansol’s fingers find their way around the hair on the back of Seungkwan’s neck, curling in it and pulling from it. Seungkwan sighs into his mouth, and Hansol tries to bring him closer.
His tongue pokes out, licking the blonde’s lower lip. Seungkwan gasps, and before he knows it, he’s pulling him in again with even more enthusiasm. The kiss gets messier, and so does their breathing, chests touching as they breathe heavily. Seungkwan’s hands fleet around Hansol, itching to touch, moving from his newly buzz-cut head to his ears, pulling and caressing them.
Hansol has imagined this moment so many times, in so many ways. A thought that has followed him from the beginning.
Before debuting, he’d imagine coming home late from practice, seeing Seungkwan in his bed, under his blankets, and he would kiss him goodnight, and Seungkwan would kiss back. When they first debuted, a product of euphoria. When they won their first award, they could blame it on the buzz of the alcohol. 5 years into their career, Hansol made the promise of kissing Seungkwan that same night. Seungkwan told them about his boyfriend, a choreographer from another group, and then Hansol didn’t kiss him.
He made peace with it. Not having Seungkwan. Not in that way. He was Boo Seungkwan’s best friend, and group member, his same age friend, and a hundred more titles.
But he was not Seungkwan’s. And Seungkwan was not Hansol’s.
Kissing Seungkwan feels oddly familiar, given how new this development is in their relationship. There’s something in the way Seungkwan touches his ears as carefully as he always does whenever he’s stressed or overwhelmed. Something that has become as natural as breathing.
He thinks they’re a good match, Hansol slow and Seungkwan following, enjoying, and smiles against his lips at the thought. Seungkwan just asks for more, hands asking for closeness, and lips even more so. He presses against him and licks the roof of his mouth, making Hansol hum against his lips.
Their hips started to move without a conscience, Seungkwan rocking against Hansol, following the rhythm of their kiss. Hansol’s pretty sure Seungkwan can feel his growing boner pressing into the front of the other’s shorts.
Seungkwan pulls away, the tiniest bit, and bites his bottom lip, looking at Hansol timidly. His cheeks are flushed, messy hair and his pupils are dilated. Looking completely disheveled, just from a little kissing.
“ Fuck ,” Hansol whispers. Seungkwan looks away. He grabs Seungkwan’s face, squeezing his cheeks to make him look back at him. His thumb presses onto his lips, coaxing the boy to open his mouth. Hansol feels like a dog staring at a treat. Listening to a clicker. Just completely salivating at the thought of biting into it, into Seungkwan. “Fuck, Boo. Do you even know how good you look right now?”
Seungkwan stalls, gaze unmoving from Hansol’s. The only thing that can be heard in the room is their breathing—almost panting. All from a little kissing . A little that turned out to be so much more than anything Hansol expected.
Seungkwan’s eyes shift. Hansol would recognize that mischievous look anywhere. The one before he teases Chan or Mingyu. The one before he’s about to go all out in a variety show. Somehow, this one is quite different from what he’s used to. More charged, almost desperate to act.
“I think,” Seungkwan starts. His tongue pokes out, brushing the pad of Hansol’s finger, before taking the thumb in his mouth, tongue swirling around it before letting go. Hansol’s breath stops. “I’d look better with Sollie between my legs,” Seungkwan whispers against the skin. His smile is too innocent for the words he’s speaking.
That’s all it takes for Hansol to snap.
His body acts before his mind can catch up to the feeling.
He turns them around, a quick twist that makes Seungkwan yelp from the sudden force, and Hansol pushes Seungkwan against he sheets, immediately trapping his body with his own.
Hansol swallows, out of breath from the heat running through his body. He didn’t think of his next movement, taken by the feeling, too excited to do anything other than just act on it, on this urge. So he stares. Realizing that, for the first time, he has Seungkwan in all the aspects he’s ever wanted.
It’s overwhelming, really, to have everything you’ve ever wanted given to you. Just like that. This might be the first time Hansol has felt an ounce of fear next to Seungkwan.
He’s waiting — dreading — for the moment Seungkwan will ask what he’s doing. The moment he pushes him away, tell him this is a mistake and that they should never have kissed—leaving Hansol to grasp the remains of what could have been, before he fucked up. But he doesn’t. Instead, Seungkwan’s arms circle around his neck, his fingers sliding through the short strands of hair on the back of Hansol’s head—and so do his legs, wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
Hansol thanks internally to any deity out there that has given him this privilege before kissing Seungkwan.
He goes into the kiss with a sigh that quiets down in Seungkwan’s lips. Seungkwan spreads his legs for him, enough to make sure Hansol can comfortably fit in between them, and an embarrassing noise that sounds much like a want-to–be moan gets drowned in Seungkwan’s mouth. He takes the opportunity to let one of his hands go down to find the smooth skin of Seungkwan’s thighs, in an attempt to divert the embarrassment colouring his cheeks. He’s sure his ears are as red as they feel warm.
“Boo,” his voice is hoarse against the other’s lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Thought about it so many times–”
“Yeah?” Seungkwan pants. There’s a slight surprise in the way his eyebrows twitch. His hand reaches out to brush against Hansol’s cheek.
“Yeah– You can’t imagine.”
“Then show me–show me how much you’ve wanted me.” Seungkwan offers him a side smile, pinching his cheek.
Hansol stutters, then nods, and dives in for another kiss– harder , rushed, afraid that Seungkwan is going to slip from his fingers if he takes too long. The movement makes their clash into each other, and a shared groan can be heard.
Seungkwan wraps his legs around his waist and pulls him closer. Hansol can feel everything. Seugkwan’s skin is getting warmer by the second, and his shorts are stretched on the front; little to nothing is left to the imagination. He’s not the only one affected by what they’re doing, a small reassurance. His hand travels around the body underneath, stopping at the hem of the t-shirt, testing, before diving into the inside of the fabric. Seungkwan shudders at the touch and arches his back, giving easier access for Hansol to touch more, to continue to touch him. He buckles his hips. It’s almost embarrassing how hard he is already, but this is Seungkwan, and there’s little Seungkwan could do that wouldn’t excite him in all senses.
He’s suddenly being pulled from his ears, breaking the kiss and leaving him hanging, tongue almost slipping out. Just like a dog, he thinks.
His eyes fall on the flushed cheeks. Blond strands of hair stick to Seungkwan’s forehead, and he breathes out before speaking.
“You’ve promised me something , didn’t you? I want to know if you’re gonna be better than anybody who’s had me.”
Hansol frowns.
“You know I don’t like to be challenged.”
“I know. That’s one of the things I like about you.” Seungkwan smiles sweetly at him. There’s a sugary aftertaste on his tongue.
Hansol clicks his tongue, eyebrows raising before giving him a look.
“You just like riling me up, admit it Boo,” Hansol lifts himself just enough to relieve the pressure of his crotch against Seungkwan’s. The blond’s smile wavers before grabbing his shoulders to prevent him from going away.
He opens his mouth to say something only to groan softly instead when Hansol’s hand curls around the outline of his hard cock in the tiny shorts. Hansol smiles and presses his palm down, letting Seungkwan press up into it.
“Sollie…” Seungkwan sighs, eyes fluttering. His hips hoist up in an attempt to search for the pressure. Hansol removes his hand as quickly as he pressed it, a smile fixed on his face. Seungkwan’s whine is cut off by Hansol clashing their lips, shutting him up. Hansol licks into his mouth, and the hands around his head tighten up to bring him closer.
“I’m gonna take care of you, Boo,” Hansol murmurs against the lips, squeezing the hips before pulling away and kneeling, just to reach to hook both of his thumbs on the elastic of the fabric. He pulls on them, eyes going to watch exactly what he’s doing. Hansol licks his lips, looking up briefly. “Can I take them off?” His fingers stop, waiting for an answer.
“Yes, yes– of course,”
“Great,” Hansol snickers, pulling the shorts down. His gaze is attentive to the milky thighs that get more and more exposed. His movements are slow, enjoying the feeling of removing the piece of clothing from Seungkwan’s body, fingers brushing ever so slightly the skin as he proceeds. Shorts left aside, Hansol sucks a sharp breath. His heart’s beating to the point he might just be having an attack, and wouldn’t know.
Seungkwan’s briefs sit nicely. They’re well stretched, making no effort to hide the obvious arousal. A dark stain sits in the middle of them, and Hansol has to bite his lip to choke a groan when he looks up. Seungkwan is already looking at him. Begging.
If Hansol were a cartoon character, he’s sure there would be smoke coming from his ears, and hearts popping out in lieu of his eyeballs. But Hansol is real, and so is Seungkwan, who is licking his lips nervously, waiting for him.
He leans in, kissing his lips briefly before kissing his cheeks, his ears. Seungkwan gasps and Hansol chuckles, continuing his trail until he reaches the other’s neck. He places an open-mouth kiss on the skin, biting until Seungkwan’s squirming under him. His hands brush the naked thighs, ascending to dive into the oversized t-shirt. Fingers find a nipple, exploring. Seungkwan moans at the same time he presses into him, their crotches touching. A bite on his neck before his hands grab the t-shirt, pulling it to leave Seungkwan’s chest exposed.
Seungkwan fists the sheets cover as Hansol plunges in to bite his collarbones. A kiss is left on the same spot, and he moves to trap one of his nipples in his mouth, tongue working immediately.
The blond sighs, eyes closed and neck bared. All for Hansol.
Hansol moves, settling downward to trace a path with his tongue from the chest to Seungkwan’s navel, biting the soft curve of it. He keeps his way, eyes looking up to see if Seungkwan is watching. He’s not. So Hansol takes it into his hands to reach and grab the blonde’s chin, forcing him to look. Seungkwan startles at the touch, but nods, keeping his eyes locked on him.
He settles in between his legs, hands wrapping around full thighs. It’s warm everywhere.
Licking his lips, Hansol presses a kiss into the inside of Seungkwan’s right thigh and proceeds to hook his fingers inside the briefs’ elastic, pulling them some centimetres until Seungkwan’s hip bones are revealed. The fabric sits on the limit of them, and so does Hansol. The tension burns through his body.
Hansol gulps, giving Seungkwan a last look before pulling again, leaving Seungkwan bare in front of him. The shirt barely covers him anymore.
It’s not the first time they have seen each other naked. But Hansol has never seen this part of him. Completely aroused and hard from his touch.
It’s better than anything he has ever imagined. Better than any fantasy he’s ever had about Seungkwan. It’s almost too much. Something about never meeting your idols, or whatever.
His mouth feels dry as his eyes down to Seungkwan’s cock.
Seungkwan is so, so pretty. And so is his cock.
It stands erect under Hansol, pink, just like everything in Seungkwan, and slightly curved, shiny, covered in his own precome. It would look good in between his hands. Even better bouncing on–
“Ah,”
It’s not until Hansol feels a hand grabbing the short strands of hair on his head that he reacts, realizing he’s been staring for far too long.
Seungkwan’s cheeks are completely red, and his hand tries to cover himself before Hansol stops him, shaking his head and pressing a soft kiss on the knuckles, guiding the hand away.
“You’re beautiful, Boo,” Hansol whispers, gaze unmoving, and opens his mouth to slide his tongue over the tip, dragging it over the slit. Seungkwan opens and closes his mouth as soon as he opens it, his thighs are tense all of a sudden, heels digging into the bed, doing his best to stay still. Seungkwan whimpers, pushing his palm over his mouth so he doesn’t make too much noise, teeth biting into his hand.
Hansol wraps a hand around the length, pulling away and whispering onto the head.
“You can make noise, Seungkwan-ah, everybody’s out or busy.” Just in case, he grabs the phone he tossed before, turning the volume of the music higher. He discards the phone again, forgetting about it, to pay full attention to the blonde. He takes Seungkwan into his mouth right away, fist still wrapped around his length. He lets it sit on his tongue for an instant. There’s something pleasant about the weight of it, the way it fills Hansol’s mouth without making him choke. Velvet touch and firm.
As Hansol gets going, Seungkwan’s body jerks, and he sits up.
“ Ah–! Sollie, ugh–” A gasp transforms into a moan, and Seungkwan leans on the heel of his hand, his other hand trying to grab as much as he can of Hansol’s short hair. His nose makes contact with Seungkwan’s stomach, the shirt falling along when he stood up.
Hansol bobs his head, testing the waters, his hand following his mouth, and lifts his eyes, even when the shirt covers half of his sight. Seungkwan squeezes his eyes shut, his chest swelling as he takes a deep breath, trying not to push into the warm mouth without warning. But Hansol doesn’t deprive him from it, instead opening his mouth wider and encouraging Seungkwan to move his hips, cock pushing until his lips meet his hand.
Seungkwan lets out a high-pitched moan and lets go of Hansol’s head, bringing the hem of his shirt to his mouth and biting into it, the fabric bunching up in between his teeth as the moans become louder. His hand finds its place again, tugging Hansol’s ear ever so softly. It’s a reminder.
This is still Seungkwan.
Seungkwan, who’s currently drenching his own shirt in saliva, is trying to keep his mouth shut because Hansol is blowing him, making him squirm in pleasure.
Hansol’s gaze blinks away, a focused furrow between his brows, his cheeks hollowing. Seungkwan’s leg jerks, trying to strangle off another sound in his throat and only partially succeeding.
His cock feels restrained inside the hard fabric of the jeans, and if he buckles his hips in such a way, the pressure is undeniably good, the friction almost too much for his own. It’s overwhelming, the feeling of Seungkwan in his mouth, and the pleasure of his crotch against the sheets. His whole body feels like it is burning up as he ruts up in search of the friction.
“Oh, Hansol, Hansol, yes, please—” Seungkwan lets the shirt slip from his mouth, chanting Hansol’s name as he pushes into his mouth. “I’m close, I’m so close, what do you want me to do?” Seungkwan pants frenetically, voice sounding nervous as Hansol just stays silent, sucking on the length, nose flaring up to keep his breath steady.
“Hansol, Sollie, Sollie I’m—!” Seungkwan moans, mouth wide open and head hanging back as his body shudders, gasping for air.
Hansol pulls back, dragging his tongue on the slit and his fist closing up around his cock, tightening the grip on it. He mouths at the head of it for a few seconds before taking in the rest in his mouth, groaning around the skin. His hips buckle down, searching for his own pleasure.
Seungkwan’s squirming, almost trying to push him away before he comes. But Hansol is anything but stubborn, and stays still.
Seungkwan comes with a loud gasp. It almost sounds musical, as if he was singing his joy. Hansol can’t go back from this. He needs to hear every note Seungkwan can make, both on and off stage.
Hansol’s mouth gets filled quickly, and he continues to suck, swallowing and drinking up every bit that Seungkwan spills, afraid to let anything escape. There’s warmth in his mouth, and so in his lap. He groans around the member, hips jerking. Seungkwan whispers his name, but Hansol is too caught up, only being able to feel how Seungkwan lets his body fall onto the bed, trembling.
When he finally lets go of Seungkwan’s cock, he does it with a loud pop that fills the room, a satisfied sigh follows.
“Oh,” is the only thing Seungkwan can say, chest moving rapidly, panting. Hansol stands up, kneeling between his legs, cheeks and ears burning up. They’re both trying to catch their breath when Seungkwan speaks.
“Sollie…” He adjusts his hair, cheeks flushing when the realization of being entirely naked in front of Hansol hits. “That was— wow.” He mutters.
Hansol smiles timidly, hands caressing the thighs in front of him. Seungkwan’s eyes widen in realization, and looks straight to his crotch.
“Oh, wait, you didn’t—”
There’s an embarrassing stain in the middle of Hansol’s crotch. He bites his lip, his pants exposing the fact that he came from giving a blowjob and humping the bed. Just like a fucking teenager.
“Yeah, I- well, don’t worry about me.”
Seungkwan’s gaze falls to the front of his pants, staring unashamedly at his crotch, then looking up and letting out a sigh.
“That’s so hot ,”
Hansol is still kneeling on the bed, lips swollen and wet, when Seungkwan settles a hand around the back of Hansol’s neck and pulls him into a kiss.
He hums, almost like he’s surprised, but he goes along with it enthusiastically anyway, sucking Seungkwan’s tongue and nipping at his lower lip, leaning into him. Seungkwan wraps his legs around him, gasping when his softening and overstimulated cock gets in touch with Hansol’s pants.
“You were so good, Vernon-ah, I’ve never had someone treat me like this…”
“Yeah?” His heart is fluttering. He’s fucked.
“Yeah,” Seungkwan whispers, pecking his lips continuously. “So good, my Sollie…”
Hansol clears his throat and frowns. It’s now or never. He will not go without a fight. He’ll leave claw marks on this moment.
“ Seungkwan-ah, ”
“Mmh?”
“Have you ever topped?”
“Oh? No, I haven’t. Why?”
“Do you want to?”
“Mmh…” Seungkwan pauses, eyebrows frowning in thought. “I wouldn’t be against it…”
“When we come back from Japan, you can fuck me.”
Seungkwan smiles and bites his lips, a giggle escaping as he nods.
Hansol is completely fucked. And his playlist is still going in the background.