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The hotel room is so dark and quiet when Euijoo slips through the door that he has half the mind to question whether he misread the text – even though he checked it twice, thrice, ten times before coming up here – and is actually in a complete stranger’s room right now.
“Nichol?” he whispers, but it might as well have been a shout with how silent his surroundings are. With the little bit of hallway light that creeps underneath the door, he can tell the curtains are shut tightly. Weird, Euijoo thinks. Nicholas is one of the few members who prefers to sleep with them open. The automatic door lock beeps behind him, and Euijoo winces at the volume.
No reply comes, and Euijoo can feel his heartbeat pick up slightly at the thought that he’s actually inside some random person’s hotel room right now. He debates apologising to the void, but oh well, wouldn’t it be better to just leave?
Just as he’s turned back to the door and takes the first step towards his escape, a hand closes over his mouth from behind.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
It’s Nicholas. Of course it is- Euijoo could recognise the low drawl and raspiness of that voice anywhere. But something in the way it’s whispered straight into his ear, breath tickling the skin there, makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He feels Nicholas’ other hand close possessively around the swell of his hip and the way he presses himself to his back.
“I-“ Euijoo tries to say, but the hand on his mouth tightens ever so slightly.
“Shhh. Who told you you could speak?” Nicholas murmurs, catching Euijoo’s earlobe in between his teeth shortly before releasing it. His right hand finds its way from his hip to the front, pressing flat against his stomach and the abdominal muscles there that tense up involuntarily at the touch.
Euijoo feels like he’s on fire.
There’s no denying that this is exactly what he came for- hell, he could barely sit still during the day from the sheer anticipation of it. But usually, it’s much different; Nicholas welcoming him at the door with a tilted smile, a make-out session against the door, either one of them getting carried to the bed, and slow, languid love-making. The amount of opportunities they have for sex have always been few and far between, so they make it their personal mission to savour every second through soft touches, lazy kisses, and deep connection.
Whatever this is- it’s not them. It’s never been them. But as Nicholas’ hand creeps down little by little from his stomach through the hairs of his happy trail, to the edge of his waistband, Euijoo can’t help but think that this is exactly what they should’ve been all along. Nicholas’ nails scratch the sensitive skin of his lower stomach just a tad, but to Euijoo, it’s a lot. It’s too much, really.
Euijoo lets his head fall back against the side of Nicholas’ face, and feels the way the other’s lips pull into a smile against his neck.
“Hmm, that’s what I thought.” Nicholas says, and Euijoo can hear the lilt in his voice as slow hickeys get sucked into the skin behind his ear and down his neck. The hand at his waistband has stilled, unmoving except for the slight press of nails into his stomach. Euijoo had cradled that hand not even a day ago, when Nicholas had come over beaming and excited to show him his new nails. They’re pretty- as they always are, but something about the deep red and black design had made Euijoo like these even more than his previous sets.
Euijoo lets out a shaky exhale as those beautifully painted nails press even further into the skin of his stomach, and wonders if Nicholas can feel the surge of heat travelling down south underneath the pads of his fingers.
“You had me waiting for quite a while, baby. Almost thought you would bail. And that I’d be left by myself in this hotel room, all worked up and thinking about if I’d have to go the whole night without hearing those pretty sounds fall from your lips.”
Euijoo whimpers behind Nicholas’ hand. It’s like his legs no longer know how to function, and he leans most of his weight against Nicholas’ strong chest and into his arms. The movement makes the hand against his stomach slide down the tiniest bit, slightly closer to where Euijoo wants it. Where Euijoo knows Nicholas would put it, normally, if he asked. But something in the way Nicholas had revoked his permission to speak had made it seem like a non-negotiable.
“Can you imagine, Juju? What I felt like during those 20 minutes while I was here, waiting for you to show up?” Nicholas says in a low drawl, tightening the hand over Euijoo’s mouth even further. His jaw feels sore, and his skin is tingling underneath Nicholas’ fingers. He’s gripping his face tight enough to leave bruises, and oh god- Euijoo can’t help but whimper again at the thought of walking around with the very proof of what they’ve done shown clearly on his face.
“What’s that?” Nicholas asks, finally releasing the grip of his left hand, and moving it down to the back of Euijoo’s neck instead. He presses into his back until he’s forced to take a few steps forward, stopped only when his chest and side of his face is shoved against the cool surface of the door. Euijoo feels when Nicholas cants his hips forward against his ass, and feels the outline of his cock press against him through both their pants. The movement pins Euijoo’s hips against the door, and the cold surface against his over-sensitive front sends a shockwave through his body.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about, you baby. For those 20 minutes, all I could think about was you. The way your pretty lips look after we’ve kissed, and the way those pretty lips look around my cock, and the way those pretty lips fall open when I fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”
Euijoo pants from where half his face is smushed against the door, and tries to move his hips- forward, or backward, to get any sort of relief, but Nicholas has got him pinned in place so tightly that there’s no way to go.
“Nuh uh, I don’t think so. You’ll move when I tell you to move.” he tuts, flicking the elastic band of Euijoo’s briefs against his skin in warning. Euijoo hopes it leaves a mark. That the hand around his neck leaves a mark, and the nails in his skin, and the body pressed against his back; Euijoo hopes his body moulds to Nicholas’ completely, so that everyone on earth could see that he’s his, and that his body is his just as much as his heart and soul is.
Finally, finally, Nicholas’ hand creeps down even further in the most agonizingly slow way possible, down south until it disappears into Euijoo’s underwear and curls around his cock. Euijoo’s mouth falls open, and he’s pretty sure he’s drooling against the door, but all sane thought flies out of his head as Nicholas strokes him- just once, twice, pressing a thumb into his slit shortly before letting him go again.
Just as Euijoo wants to protest the loss of touch, Nicholas starts rocking his hips against his ass in unhurried, lazy thrusts. He moves both his hands back to Euijoo’s waist, holding him tightly like he’s trying to encircle his entire waist. He could do it, Euijoo reckons. He could squeeze him within an inch of his life and leave his waist purpled and bruised for weeks.
The thought pulls a sound from his throat, and he anticipates the annoyed huff before it even happens. Before he knows it, Nicholas pulls his hips back and presses his lips against the corner of Euijoo’s mouth.
“So impatient. So disobedient. Is this how you’re gonna be? Because I might just have to send you back to your room if you are.” he whispers, snagging Euijoo’s bottom lip in between his teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. Euijoo shakes his head as much as possible against the door, and feels a tear escape his eye in sheer frustration; Nicholas is so close to his mouth, and the grip on his waist feels amazing, but Euijoo craves the touch and taste of the other’s lips against his own.
“Good boy. That’s what I thought.” Nicholas purrs contentedly, lapping up the stray tear with his tongue before pressing the briefest kiss against the corner of Euijoo’s mouth, moving his hips back against his ass and pressing Euijoo’s cock back against the surface of the door in much needed relief.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, baby. I’m going to fuck you right against this door, and you’re going to be perfectly silent, okay? You’re not gonna say a word, and you’re going to come untouched at least once. And then maybe, maybe, if you’re a good boy until I come inside of you, I’ll fuck you on the bed too. Any way you’d like. Does that sound good?”
It’s phrased as a question, but Euijoo knows it’s more of a command than anything else. Still, he detects the slight edge to Nicholas’ tone, as if somehow, someway, he’s still making sure Euijoo is really okay with it. And so he nods, and Nicholas presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth in acknowledgement.
“Good.” he says, and gives Euijoo’s waist one last squeeze before moving his hands down to pull his briefs and sweatpants down in one go. He leaves them halfway down Euijoo’s thighs, and the elastic waistband of both articles of clothing suddenly feels so tight that he can’t help but press his legs further together.
“Open up for me, baby.” Nicholas says as he presses three of his fingers against Euijoo’s mouth, who opens up easily. Nicholas’ fingers are long, and thick, and Euijoo can feel the textured surface of his nail-polish as he sucks on the digits. There’s spit down his chin, and spit on the corners of his mouth, and it’s messy and gross and fucking perfect.
Behind him, Euijoo hears the telltale sign of a zipper and Nicholas’ grunt as he undoubtedly struggles to get his jeans down with one hand. He sighs around the fingers in his mouth when Nicholas finally drives his hips forward again and his cock slides in between his cheeks like it belongs there. He is so, so warm, and the door is so cold, and the dichotomy is driving Euijoo insane.
Nicholas doesn’t speak when he pulls his fingers from Euijoo’s mouth and brings them down to Euijoo’s entrance, circling his pointer and middle finger around once before pressing them into his tight heat in one go. It’s a stretch, and it burns, and Euijoo knows that Nicholas is aware of that when he brings his left hand up underneath Euijoo’s shirt to thumb at a nipple.
Euijoo’s hands start trembling where he’s got them braced against the door once Nicholas starts scissoring his fingers- too wide, too fast, and Euijoo had touched himself in the shower a few days ago, but it’s always that much more intense with Nicholas, and Euijoo feels full and fucked stupid from just two fingers.
The third finger gets added not even a minute after the first two, and Euijoo flinches away from the intrusion. The pain fades into pleasure almost immediately, and as Nicholas presses a kiss into his neck and rolls his nipple in between his fingers, Euijoo can’t do much more than just take everything Nicholas is giving him.
His dick is throbbing where it’s trapped between the door and his stomach, and Nicholas is rock-hard against his ass, and his fingers reach so deep but no deep enough and Euijoo needs more, needs everything, needs Nicholas wholly and completely, needs his insides to adapt to the shape of Nicholas’ body entirely, and-
“You with me, baby?” Nicholas voice breaks through his lust-induced haze, and Euijoo suddenly becomes aware of emptiness; Nicholas must’ve pulled out his fingers at some point, because his hands are back on Euijoo’s hips, thumbs stroking his skin in soft circles. Euijoo notices his own breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths, and the way his heart is beating out of his chest.
He nods shakily in response, and his lips open and close around words that won’t come out. The layer of sweat on his skin feels uncomfortable where it’s causing his shirt to stick to his sternum.
“Juju. Hey.” Nicholas says, turning Euijoo around until his back is leaning against the door instead of his chest. He can’t see much with the lack of lighting in the room, but he can make out the worried crease in between Nicholas’ eyebrows and hears the sharp edge to his voice as he moves his hands up and down his sides in a soothing motion.
Euijoo nods again, and – though he’s sure Nicholas will berate him for it later – moves his hands up to rest against Nicholas’ chest. His shirt is off, though Euijoo has no idea whether it has been all along or if he only took it off just now, and his skin is warm underneath Euijoo’s cold and trembling hands.
“Words, Euijoo. I need to hear you say it. I promise I won’t be mad.” Nicholas says in a gentle murmur, lowering his head just a tad so he can look up to Euijoo through his fringe. His eyes are kind, but concerned, and something in the deep brown of them – which Euijoo can’t exactly see but knows is there – finally pulls him back into his body and into the hotel room.
“Yeah- yeah. I’m okay. I’m okay, Nico.” Euijoo whispers, letting his forehead fall against Nicholas’ collarbones. He feels a hand come up to his neck and thread its fingers through the hair there, which must be damp with sweat by now.
“Yeah? Is it not too much?” Nicholas asks, scratching the back of his neck softly and sending shivers of pleasure down his spine again.
“No- never too much, Nico. Please. I need you to keep going. Please.” Euijoo whines, pulling his head back and leaning it against the door. His eyes shut involuntarily as the repeated strokes to his side and scratches in his hair rekindle the flames deep in the pit of his stomach. He’s not one to beg- usually, Nicholas gives him whatever he needs without needing to ask; they’ve learned to read the lines of each other’s bodies and ripples of each other’s muscles like it’s a second language, known only by the two of them.
And Euijoo loves when Nicholas touches and kisses him like he’s worshipping every centimetre of his body, loves how his features soften even during intercourse, loves how his hands are soft and warm and gentle even when there’s sweat dripping down his brow from the physical exertion. But he was promised something different tonight, and he needs it.
“I can do that, baby.” Nicholas says, pressing the words into Euijoo’s cheek with a kiss. “Turn around for me, yeah?”
Euijoo only barely sees the way Nicholas’ smile contorts into something more sinister before he’s turned around and shoved back against the door in a similar fashion to minutes earlier. Nicholas’ touch leaves his body altogether for a few seconds, and Euijoo can’t even try to come up with an explanation of his own before he hears the telltale sound of the cap of a lube bottle cracking open. He doesn’t know where Nicholas got it from – hell, he doesn’t even know what the layout of the room looks like in this darkness – but he feels his body tense up in anticipation of what is about to happen. He tries to spread his legs as he braces himself against the door, but is restricted by his sweats still stuck halfway down his thighs.
“You remember our deal, no?” Nicholas whispers in his ear, and Euijoo jumps from the sudden proximity. He’s well aware that the time for verbal communication ended three sentences ago, so he nods again and feels the puff of air against his ear as Nicholas chuckles.
“Good boy.”
There’s no warning before Nicholas presses the head of his cock against Euijoo’s hole and slides home in one slow, uninterrupted thrust. Euijoo arches his back on instinct; despite Nicholas’ semi-thorough preparation, the intrusion is a lot. It’s slick and wet with the amount of lube Nicholas must’ve used on himself, and it’s almost boilingly warm where their raw skin meets. His thighs tremble where they’re pressed flush together, and his dick is so insanely sensitive that it throbs with every breath he takes.
“Fuck, Juju. You’re always so good and tight for me.” Nicholas groans as he bottoms out, and Euijoo’s jaw goes slack at the words. He’s panting straight into the door and his ass is flush against Nicholas’ front, and somewhere in his mind he realises that the five centimetre thickness of the door is the only thing separating them from the hallway where anyone and everyone could walk past.
The thought of people noticing – being heard – makes Euijoo’s cock jump and he clenches around Nicholas involuntarily, drawing out a low moan. Nicholas lets him adjust to his size for only half a minute before pulling back out almost to the tip, and thrusting back into Euijoo’s tight heat immediately.
The pace he sets is ruthless, really, and Euijoo can barely hear his own breaths being fucked out of him over the sound of their skin slapping together. Nicholas has got one hand on his waist for the umpteenth time that evening – squeezing the sore skin so tightly that Euijoo can already feel a bruise forming – and one hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back from the door. There’s a variety of moans and whimpers in the back of his throat ready to fall from his lips, but he swallows them down with difficulty; Nicholas had been so sweet to him just now, and Euijoo had begged for this knowing damn well what their deal entailed.
“I need to- fuck this shit.” Nicholas grunts out, pulling out completely and removing his hands from Euijoo’s body. Euijoo is about to whine at the loss when he feels his sweats and underwear get pulled all the way down, pooling around his ankles and finally giving him the freedom to spread his legs the way he’d wanted to all along.
Nicholas pulls up his right leg and hooks his arm under it, pressing his palm against the door as he enters Euijoo again in one, fluid motion. The jagged skin of his scar feels cold against the underside of Euijoo’s thigh, and he shivers as Nicholas cages him in completely and fucks him like it’s the only thing he knows how to do.
“You’re so good to me, Juju. So good. Such a good boy, baby.” Nicholas says, biting down on the juncture between his neck and shoulder so deeply that there’s probably going to be toothmarks left in that exact spot. The new position makes him reach even deeper, and Euijoo feels him hit his prostate dead on with every trust. His body is buzzing, there’s warmth shooting through every cell and vein, and Nicholas is so deep and so close that Euijoo half believes they’re going to merge into one body.
Euijoo’s orgasm builds up with sickening speed through every trust of Nicholas’ hips and every slide of his thigh against the scarred skin of his forearm. Nicholas’ other hand is back in his hair again, pulling on the strands of his hair so tightly that Euijoo feels like his soul will be torn out of his body and straight into Nicholas’ waiting hands. His breath comes out in short little bursts as all the air is fucked out of his lungs and his abdominal muscles tighten every time Nicholas pulls out all the way to the tip.
“I need you to come for me, Juju.” Nicholas groans into his ear before sucking another hickey in the sensitive skin of his neck. “Need you to come and let everyone in this goddamn hotel know that you’re getting fucked like the good boy you are. Think you can do that for me?”
Euijoo nods frantically, although the movement is restricted as Nicholas tightens the death grip he has on his hair. He lets himself sag back into Nicholas’ arms, losing contact with the door altogether as he feels his orgasm approach. All it takes is another two, three well-aimed thrust against his prostate before he comes untouched, and wholly at Nicholas’ mercy.
The heat in his stomach explodes, and his mouth falls open with the force of pleasure that wrecks through his body. Nicholas granting him permission to be very, very vocal leaves his mind completely as his soul throbs, and pulses, and shatters and unfolds in a kaleidoscope of colours. He’s everywhere, and nowhere, and he’s both completely removed from his body as well as ultimately grounded in Nicholas’ hold.
Nicholas fucks him through his orgasm like he means it, and the white heat of his own climax hits Euijoo like a shockwave. He feels it all the way in his stomach, and Nicholas’ teeth on his neck add onto his insanity until all Euijoo can feel and smell and experience is Nicholas; his cock in his ass, the muscles of his arm that tense as they hold up Euijoo’s leg, the scratch of his nails as his hand makes its way down to stroke Euijoo through the last bits of his orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. You did so well. So good to me.”
Euijoo nuzzles his head back onto Nicholas’ shoulder and sighs contently when he feels the other press a kiss against his jaw. He feels impossibly full and sweaty and fucked-out, but most of all, he feels at peace.
A whine leaves his mouth when Nicholas pulls out and gently lowers his leg back onto the ground, but it’s swallowed almost immediately by Nicholas’ mouth after turning him around and pressing his back against the door in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. And this, Euijoo knows. This is curling his tongue against Nicholas’ just the way he likes it, and letting his bruised bottom lip get caught between his teeth every so often, and panting into his mouth when they both forget to breathe. This is familiar, intimate, and warm.
This is something Euijoo can do – and has done before – for hours at a time, but he pulls back with a whine when he feels the slow trickle of Nicholas’ come run out of him and down his thighs. He hears more than sees Nicholas chuckle fondly, and before he can even think to beg him for something- anything, really, Nicholas picks him up underneath his thighs and carries him away from the door and into the hotel room, finally.
Euijoo is tall, and lanky, and probably a dead weight after getting fucked like that, but Nicholas holds him easily as he navigates his way to the bed. This far from the door, the room is pitch-black, and Euijoo has half a mind to be impressed as he’s laid down exactly in the middle of the bed. He pulls Nicholas down on top him and into another deep kiss, circling his arms around his neck and fisting a hand in his hair in a much softer way than Nicholas did before.
There’s something about not being able to see Nicholas that makes Euijoo’s nerves go haywire. With the loss of one sense, the other four seem to be heightened exponentially, and every touch of Nicholas’ hands to his thighs, stomach, chest and jaw sends sparks all through his body. His toes curl up in pleasure where he’s got his legs still hooked around Nicholas’ waist as they kiss slowly, intensely, and unhurriedly.
Nicholas pulls back a few centimetres eventually, just existing in his proximity as his breaths tickle Euijoo’s lips.
“I love you, Euijoo. So fucking much.” he says, and Euijoo can hear from the way his voice wavers slightly that he’s smiling. It makes his own lips pull into a smile too, and when he pulls Nicholas back down for a peck, it’s more teeth than anything else.
“I love you too, Nichol.” he answers, pressing their foreheads together. They stay like that for a few minutes, breathing in each other’s air as Euijoo comes back into his body completely and melts into the soft sheets. Nicholas is stroking the back of his thigh with one hand and rubbing circles into Euijoo’s cheek with the other where he’s leaning on one elbow.
“I need you, my love. Need you everywhere.” Euijoo eventually whispers against his lips, and Nicholas squeezes his thigh softly in response. This was part of the deal, after all, but Euijoo has a slight suspicion that Nicholas would’ve given him anything if he’d really asked.
“Alright, baby. How do you want me?” Nicholas murmurs, pressing a kiss against Euijoo’s jaw. Euijoo hums happily for a second or so before pushing the other off of him gently and sitting up on the bed.
“Want you to sit against the headboard. And then I want you to let me take care of you.” Euijoo says. He can’t exactly see Nicholas’ reaction, but hears the sharp intake of breath and imagines the way those deep brown eyes have probably gone wide the way they always do whenever Euijoo says something like this.
Nicholas shuffles up on the bed silently, moving to sit against the headboard and placing a pillow in between the bed and his lower back. Euijoo crawls after him, throwing a leg over Nicholas’ lap and hovering above it ever so slightly.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Nichol.” he says, finding Nicholas’ lips in the dark and pulling him into a soft kiss. Before the other has a chance to reply, Euijoo reaches behind him and guides Nicholas’ already hard cock to his entrance, sinking down in one go. He’s still wet and stretched, and the slide is even easier with the come leaking out of him.
Euijoo sighs when he’s fully seated in Nicholas’ lap, and moves his hands from his shoulders down to his pecs, squeezing slightly. It pulls a moan from Nicholas – Euijoo already knew it would – and he swallows it up greedily through another open-mouthed kiss.
His legs are sore before he even starts moving, his scalps throbs from the way Nicholas had pulled his hair earlier, and the beginning of an ache blooms in his lower back the way it always does when they go multiple rounds, but Euijoo wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He’s right where he wants to be; held gently like he’s the most delicate thing in the world, as close to Nicholas as humanely possible, in a bubble where nothing else matters but the synchronised beating of their hearts.
“Fuck. I love you so much.” Nicholas groans out once Euijoo starts moving properly. It’s not fast or frantic; instead, Euijoo drags himself up and down slowly, rolling his hips in a way only a dancer can, letting Nicholas hit all the deepest and most intimate parts of him.
They kiss, and kiss, and it’s so different from how they were not even 15 minutes ago, and Euijoo loves it. Loves Nicholas, loves them, loves how their bodies move in tandem as if they were put on this earth for this purpose alone.
They come together, this time, in a moment of whispered confessions and lazy kisses. Rather than moving to a realm far beyond his body, Euijoo feels grounded in Nicholas’ hold, feels hyper focused on the places where they meet; his entrance, Nicholas’ hands on his hips, his own hands on his chest, their lips moving against each other, Euijoo’s thighs pillowed on Nicholas’.
Euijoo wishes he could stay like this forever. Safe in Nicholas’ arms, in a pitch-dark hotel room in a city that will move on with or without them.
But the tiredness creeps in, and his skin starts feeling sticky from the come and sweat, and he’s pretty sure there’s going to be at least twenty bruises and hickeys all over his body by the time they wake up tomorrow. Reluctantly, Euijoo pulls off and plops down into the pillows. He’ll probably hate himself for not showering, but right now, all he cares about is pulling Nicholas down onto the mattress and rearranging his position until he’s resting his face on Nicholas’ chest. Nicholas has got one arm around his back and intertwines their fingers with his other hand, and Euijoo can hear his thundering heartbeat slow down with every breath they take, and their fingers fit together as perfectly as every other part of their bodies.
“That wasn’t too much, was it?” Nicholas asks as he’s already halfway off to sleep, and he can’t help but chuckle.
“Are you kidding? That was amazing, love. We should do it more often.” Euijoo says, cutting his sentence off with a yawn. He feels Nicholas’ chest rumble underneath his cheek as he laughs and the press of his lips against his hair.
“Your wish is my demand, baby. Now go to sleep. I’ll run the bath for you tomorrow morning.” he whispers.
Euijoo’s already off to sleep before Nicholas can even finish his sentence. And the hotel room is dark. Is quiet. Is warm. And is full of love.