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Hanbin loves going on trips; that’s all he’s looking for with his time off work. Thanks to that, he ends up exploring Fujian for the past few days, and now he’s subtly ogling this foreign beauty in the form of the most twinkish doll-looking man ever.
Honestly, Hanbin’s throat is getting dry at this point. He’s worried his subtlety is slowly dissipating entirely, alongside the ice cubes in his drink. Sitting at the bar midday with his Hawaiian shirt on by the pool is the pinnacle of vacation, and this guy is just the cherry on top.
Hanbin wants to chew on him like on said fruit. He gulps down the rest of his drink, almost accidentally biting the ridge of glass like a complete loser, which he’s not. He’s just running extra hot today, or actually, since arriving here. The weather here is extremely warm, borderline tropical in his humble opinion, not helpful for a living furnace like him.
And then he twink looks in his direction, and Hanbin absolutely starts sweating ten times more. What are the chances that they could talk? Not big considering Hanbin’s broken Chinese. But would a conversation even be necessary if he could get his hands on that guy? His mouth would be preoccupied anyway- And he’s daydreaming now way too hard.
He should cut it off before something else gets too hard as well.
Oh no. The hot twink is standing up from the chair and walking in Hanbin’s direction. Is it time to start praying to the gods Hanbin doesn’t believe in anyway? He swallows harshly, wiping his palms on his shorts. Maybe he’s mistaken, maybe Twink isn’t coming for him.
“Nǐ hǎo.”
Ni hao to you too, fine shit, Hanbin thinks deliriously before remembering he can’t just stare at a stranger and stamp it as flirting. He’s not just coming across as awkward now, but probably also tipping scales towards creepy. Get it together, Hanbin!
He gathers all his thoughts, all his knowledge (which is not that much; he should’ve paid better attention in his classes, truly), and he opens his mouth.
“Wǒ jiào Bīn.” That is not what he meant to say. “Sung Hanbin.” That’s not helpful either. Hanbin cringes immensely. The cute twink stares before bursting into laughter.
“Ah, you’re a foreigner. Korean?” He asks in a pleasant and basically fluent English, at least from Hanbin’s point of view. He’s not that great at this language either… He’s feeling highly unmatched right now.
Hanbin nods shyly, already tasting failure. Ain’t no way this cutie will settle for his dumb ass.
It’s not like he can swear that he’s actually a super smart person, in Korean, and not a total loser. He’s just on vacation, leave him alone! Or not- please, do not leave him alone. Hanbin doesn’t want this pretty boy to ever leave his sight.
“Okay, you’re pretty enough, no need to speak much.” The twink says boldly and even winks, definitely flirting with him. Calling him pretty? Hanbin isn’t delusional, right? It’s too obvious. “Call me Hao.”
Hanbin nods again like a puppy on a spring. “Yes, Hao.” He’d literally agree on anything, maybe commit crimes if angelic Hao told him to. Such beauty is borderline black magic. Hanbin is swept up by a whirlwind of desire immediately. But also devotion. Is there any religion to worship Hao? Because, sign him up!
“You should buy me a drink,” Hao says again, clearly not dejected by the silence and pure ogling of Hanbin. Maybe he likes the attention.
“Yes.” Hanbin nods again. He should try to stop that before it becomes his default setting.
Hanbin orders Hao and himself a colorful cocktail with a little umbrella, very fitting for where they are. Hao slides on the chair next to him casually, and Hanbin can’t help but wonder if he does this often. Just surveying the area for potential hookups? Hanbin isn’t judging, but he’s definitely feeling tiny needles of jealousy. He’s always been a deeply possessive person.
“Are you on vacay?” Hao takes a sip of his cocktail, and Hanbin watches his glossy, reddish lips parting on the edge of the glass.
“Yes.” He should probably say something more before he loses Hao’s interest completely. “Just a few days more left.”
Hao gives him a little smirk. “That’s enough time for me.”
Hanbin tries not let his jaw unhinge and drool all over.
“You’re so pretty.” He manages to mumble, audibly enough for Hao to giggle, all pleased.
“Thank you.” Hao raises his glass to his mouth and finishes it with a few deep gulps, his throat working visibly. Yeah, no, Hanbin is agape. Hao puts the empty glass down and smirks at him, getting up. “I wanna see your room.”
“Absolutely!” Hanbin scrambles to his feet, remembers to also drink his own cocktail, obviously, he almost chokes and has to cough a little, not wanting to keep Hao waiting. He’s very embarrassed by himself like this; his usual composure is nowhere to be found. At least it looks like Hao is amused instead of feeling the ick. Good.
Thankfully, Hanbin remembers well where he is situated in this resort, despite its size. He can thank his laser focus on getting Hao all alone.
His room isn’t a suite; Hanbin is not that wealthy. But it’s spacious and neat-looking enough, with slightly tropical decor, and it fits the window view of the pool in the distance.
“Nice,” Hao says, looking around a bit over the seemingly untouched area. “You sure it’s yours?” Hao asks, maybe teasing, maybe a little concerned.
Hanbin flushes even more, his cheeks so rosy you could fry eggs on both sides.
“I like everything in order. Clean.”
Hao accepts his explanation with a growing smile and a nod. He steps closer to Hanbin and hooks a finger onto the button of his Hawaiian shirt that is already much opened, revealing his chest.
Hanbin’s breath hitches, and he leans into Hao instinctively. They’re the same height, but something about Hao is definitely making him tinier. Maybe it’s his small face, or dainty collarbones peaking from his flowy pastel shirt. Maybe it’s his whole narrow frame. Whatever it is, Hanbin digs it. Hard.
He’s already getting hard, too. And he’s sweating, realizing now he should probably turn on the AC.
Before he can do that, Hao licks his lips, tongue appearing just a little, and it’s pink, and so soft and full looking, Hanbin can’t help himself but dive in to kiss him senseless.
Tasting the alcohol from their drinks and also the sugary syrup of it on Hao’s lips is making him lightheaded even more. His alcohol tolerance was never high, and he probably shouldn’t gulp the second one down in a single swing. Too late now.
Hao opens up to his kiss beautifully, like a blooming flower, his plump lips parting, letting Hanbin’s tongue in. It’s a little too wet from the beginning, not like Hanbin minds it, and clearly neither does Hao.
Hanbin’s arms wrap around Hao’s waist, discovering it’s even more petite than the rest of him. Hao is definitely so easily scoopable, so easy to engulf him whole. His hands tighten around him, making Hao gasp and put his own hands up around Hanbin’s neck and tug him even closer.
Hanbin tries to shuffle to the bed without detaching himself from Hao’s mouth, and it’s very awkward, even more so when it ends with Hao yelping when his shins bump into the bedframe, and he stumbles, falling back onto it, pulling Hanbin down with him.
Lying beneath Hanbin with hair spread out like a halo, he truly resembles a deity. He also giggles, looking at Hanbin’s smitten expression above him, and grazes his palm over Hanbin’s cheek.
“You’re lucky I like my men a little stupid. And desperate,” Hao murmurs, and Hanbin can’t help but appreciate that, not taking it as an insult whatsoever. He leans down and starts doting Hao’s long neck with nips and licks, kissing the skin, and then letting himself suck it into his mouth when Hao doesn’t protest. So hickeys are allowed, good to know. Hanbin yearns to mark him up all over.
Being between Hao’s legs and having play time with his skin is like heaven, and Hanbin completely forgets about his previous plan to turn on the AC, not caring how much he’s burning up at this point. Until he goes back from Hao’s neck to his face to dive again into his amazing whimpering now mouth, and a drop of sweat slides from his nose, landing square on the upper lip.
He must look like a whole mess, and also sweating all over Hao may be an unforgivable sin. Hanbin opens his mouth to apologize, maybe beg for forgiveness for committing such a nasty thing against this angelic being, but Hao beats him to it, swiping his tongue over it like it’s ambrosia.
“Someone’s a little hot,” Hao says, his voice low and eyes half-lidded like he’s savoring it all.
“Yes, sorry. AC-” Hanbin tries to get up, but Hao gets an upper hand again and just pushes him down, this time flat on his back.
“Do you have ice?” Hao asks, getting up and marching straight to the mini fridge. Which has some drinks in, water, and also, yes, ice cubes.
Hanbin is not sure why Hao is craving an ice snack right now; is he also overheating? If so, Hanbin could just get to that damn aircon-
Hao is back, bed dipping as he crawls onto it with an entire tray of ice in his hands and a smile too devilish for Hanbin’s liking.
“W-what?” Stuttering like a virgin was not in his bingo today either.
“I’mma cool you down,” Hao explains, before taking one ice cube between his fingers and putting it into the notch below Hanbin's neck. It’s shattering his mind from the previous hazy fog, too cold.
Hao doesn’t stop, though; he drags it up the throat pressing against his Adam’s apple a little until Hanbin feels sparks in his nerves over his whole body. It melts quickly on Hanbin’s heated skin, leaving the cold traces.
Hao slides it higher, following his jaw and dipping behind his ear, which sends electric jolts all over and frankly makes it a little painful. Hanbin likes this a bit too much; he makes a whiny sound when Hao rubs the earlobe with leftover ice until it melts completely.
“Better?” Hao asks sweetly, treacherously.
Hanbin nods, albeit stiffly, because his brain is freezing in real time, feeling all the blood left in it too. And pooled all in the south.
Hao doesn’t waste time; satisfied with Hanbin’s succumbing, he quickly works all the buttons of his shirt until there’s a flat canvas of his torso below him. He hums and bites his lip at the sight of a hefty chest full on display.
Taking another ice cube, he continues his previous journey from the neck down to the sternum, making Hanbin shiver uncontrollably from the coldness, but also from how strung high he is with his pulsing desire.
Hao paints left pec first with the ice cube, pressing it and circling before brushing against the nipple that perks up almost instantly and makes Hanbin whimper. Oh, how fast the tables turn, he thinks deliriously, wondering if he’s having a heat stroke and Hao is a figment of his imagination.
He doesn’t want to be pathetic, but he arches, pushing his chest higher into Hao’s hands on him. His nipples were always super sensitive, and it’s making him lose his goddamn mind.
“So cute,” Hao says, dragging melting ice to the right pectoral, quickly making another nipple stiff and pointy. Hanbin’s heartbeat quickens more when Hao starts twisting the left one between his fingers. Hanbin feels like a plaything, like he’s Hao’s dinner and prey. Which is a very new thing to him; he was always the more dominant person. He finds out he doesn’t mind at all to be at Hao’s mercy, though.
Another cube down, and Hao scratches his nails over Hanbin’s chest, making small sounds of approval when Hanbin moans at the sting.
“Undress,” Hao tells him, leaving him momentarily to pull off his own shirt and shorts as well. Hanbin follows suit as fast as possible, craving Hao’s touch back on him.
He wants to admire Hao’s bare frame, too, because he’s never seen someone so alluring ever. His sharp inhale stutters when his eyes slide all over Hao’s beautiful and smooth body.
“I know, baby.” Hao smiles at Hanbin’s stunned expression.
“You’re beautiful.” Hanbin manages to utter, while Hao climbs back onto him and pins him down to the mattress.
“You too,” Hao says before reaching for another ice cube, this time putting it between his teeth and lowering his face onto Hanbin’s stomach, which quivers under leisure strokes. After Hao deems his tummy all cooled down, he leaves the ice cube remnants in his belly button. He’s so mean, Hanbin makes a pained face, to which Hao only giggles.
Another one appears between his teeth, and when he dips into the lower part of Hanbin’s body, he is scared of the implications just enough to let out a panicked whimper, but Hao omits his hard cock and dives between Hanbin's thighs.
Immediate chills happen, zapping Hanbin as he parts his legs more because of it, trying to escape Hao’s icy mouth.
Hao’s spit mixes with water, dribbling all over his inner thighs, leaving him feeling extremely sticky all over. Not to mention how heavy and aching his member is lying on the side of his stomach. He really needs Hao to forsake the ice, or Hanbin will explode, not in a fun way.
“Please.” Hanbin huffs, apparently not above begging now.
Hao hums as he listens to that plea and goes higher to his groin and mouths there as well, leaving goosebumps and Hanbin’s blood pumping like crazy. His temples overpour sweat again and dampen his hair.
Hao finally slides his mouth, now free of ice, over his cock. The sensation of his cold insides is amazing. Hao sinks on the cockhead and takes as much as he can without choking on it, getting to a measured pace.
Hanbin fists the bedsheets as Hao continues bobbing, his voice lost now, lips parted in silence.
He never received an icy blowjob before, but he likes it a lot. The contrast of it and the smoldering heat in the room is dizzying. Hao seems to be enjoying it as well, moaning softly on the length, vibrations doing even more wonders to Hanbin’s pleasure.
To be honest, it’s too much, too good.
“Stop, stop.” Hanbin frantically taps on Hao’s shoulder, trying to push him off gently.
Hao complies and raises off it, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to the bulbous head, giving Hanbin a really difficult task of not coming instantly at the sight.
“Fuck.” Hanbin heaves with a shudder. Task accomplished, he’s only throbbing hard in Hao’s hand, holding him still.
Hao blinks at him somewhat hazily.
“This is really huge. I usually can deepthroat with no problem. But it’s too intimidating to try.” Hao complains, and he freaking pouts, but somehow it sounds like a compliment. Judging by the way he’s stroking the base lightly with a delighted smile as well.
Hanbin groans at that and tries again to get away from Hao’s touchy hand. He’s on the edge. This gorgeous minx should stop fondling him right this second.
Finally, Hanbin remembers he has his own free will and is probably stronger than Hao. He sits up and pulls Hao into a searing kiss. No trace left of the ice Hao was playing with, not after having his mouth stuffed full of Hanbin’s blazing cock for a prolonged period of time.
Hanbin licks into Hao’s mouth, tasting his own precum and some musky sweat, but it all fuses into something generally too salty anyway.
He gets his hands on Hao again, and it feels like coming to the oasis after being parched. Hanbin smoothes his palms over Hao’s sides, settling on his hips and pulling him closer until he has a lapful of Hao. Nothing can be better than this. Well-
“Can I fuck you?” Hanbin stops kissing him just for a second to ask this, receiving a sluggish blink from Hao. “Please.” He adds hopefully, ready to grovel at Hao’s feet if necessary.
Hao smiles at him. “Such a good boy. I don’t know. Can you?” If that is a challenge, Hanbin is ready to show what he’s worth. He nods ferociously until Hao giggles. “Well, okay, baby. Lube? Condoms?”
Hanbin’s face falls a little. Yeah, he should’ve thought about that before. A travel-size lube bottle is in his luggage. Condoms however…
Hao boops him on the nose and mimics his frown playfully.
“What? Don’t tell me you didn’t travel with some fun in mind?”
Hanbin truly didn’t; he wanted to explore cities, if anything, not bodies. Not like he minds this escalating situation, of course, but that was not his trip goal.
Hao raises his eyebrow at the lack of an answer.
“Really? So this whole loser persona is not a spiel, but you seriously don’t sleep around? Looking like Adonis? Crazy.”
“I do!” Hanbin exclaims and immediately cringes. “I mean, I’m not a virgin or anything. I just didn’t tie vacation time with… sexy times.” Yeah, no, that doesn’t sound any better.
Hao snorts a laugh at him.
“Well, I’m glad to be eye-opening experience. But I’m not taking that monster dry.” He could’ve given it up, but he squeezes the base with emphasis.
“I do have lube…” Hanbin trails off; he doesn’t want to assume anything.
Hao gives him a slight side-eye.
“Do you now? And condoms?”
Hanbin hangs his head low like a kicked puppy. “I’m clean, though.” He mutters, not like he tries to coerce Hao like that, but just to be clear. And yes, he is dejected at losing such an opportunity of having sex with this godlike beauty.
It feels like Hao is scrutinizing him before settling on something.
“Okay, good. You don’t strike me as a liar. Go get the lube.” Hao climbs off his lap and settles more comfortably on the bed.
Hanbin goes back to his default nodding like a possessed person and scrambles to his feet to rummage through the suitcase. At least he doesn’t exclaim eureka when he finds it. Small wins to his pride.
Hanbin is a gentleman as well, and he plans to ask Hao for his preferred position even if all their prior conversations leaned in one direction; maybe he’s projecting, who knows. Better make sure and not come off as a presumptuous asshole-
But he turns around, and Hao is all splayed on the bed, legs bended and parted a lot (he must be nicely agile, Hanbin thinks wantonly), and any questions leave Hanbin’s mind as he jumps back to the bed in one big swift.
“Excited?” Hao huffs a laugh, and Hanbin can only nod in response — again.
“Very.” Hanbin situates himself between Hao’s spread thighs and gets a better look at his lovely, tight pucker. He’s about to change that, slowly but surely.
He squeezes out the dollop of lubricant onto his fingers and applies on Hao’s perineum so it can trickle down on its own. He doesn’t bother warming it up much; Hao should get a taste of his own medicine. He does shudder slightly at the action, and Hanbin feels satisfied.
He starts rubbing his fingers over the taint, and it definitely increases the tremble of Hao’s lifted thighs. After he’s happy with that and sees Hao shooting him pointed looks, he finally goes lower to the small fold and coaxes it a little. It flutters in response beautifully, and Hanbin hums in pleasure.
“So pretty.” He can’t help but mention again, even here, Hao is so stunning. He presses his finger a bit more, and it slips in without any issue, though Hao hisses a bit at the cold.
In and out, Hanbin moves his finger mesmerized, until the entrance gives in more, and he fits another one. Now there’s more pressure, and Hao starts gasping with the way Hanbin explores and pushes into his inner walls more surely.
Hanbin finds the little spongy spot and massages it gently, just enough for Hao to exhale sharply.
“Oh shit.”
Hanbin dares to look at his beautiful face and sees his eyes rolling back when he doesn’t let up on creating the friction with his fingerpad.
Hao shivers even more, on the verge of coming apart, surely, so Hanbin finally stops the excessive rubbing. Hao gasps, catching his breath from the onslaught of pleasure that made him whimper so prettily.
“You okay?” Hanbin asks softly, whilst also fitting a third finger in the loosened hole quite easily. Hao doesn’t show any discomfort, so after a few more pumps of his thick fingers, he deems Hao ready to take his cock.
“All ready?” Hao asks somewhat feebly now, but Hanbin likes this version of Hao as well. Like he’s liquidating against the bedsheets through sheer pleasure and the heat of the room.
“Yeah, I think so.” Hanbin slips out his fingers and looks at the slightly gaping hole with a surge of pride, silly as it may sound.
“Good.” Hao stretches out his hands for Hanbin to lean closer and puckers his lips, asking for a kiss cutely. He’s still all reading as sultry to Hanbin, though, it’s working on him too well.
Hanbin leans onto his body, and their colliding skin feels very sticky in contact; he doesn’t mind.
His cock brushes against Hao’s groin, and Hanbin doesn’t feel strong enough to prolong it anymore.
“Can I-?” He asks, and Hao gives him a simple nod, breathing out, relaxing his muscles when Hanbin steers himself right and starts pushing in the tip. He knows Hao is a grown man and isn’t necessarily frail, but something about him feels so breakable… Hanbin decides not to focus on that part because it makes him feel oddly psychotic.
It’s so hot, so tight too, despite thorough preparation. Everything feels moist: his skin, the room, Hao’s insides. Hanbin trembles, pushing to the hilt slowly, Hao taking him with just a little pinch of his eyebrows. Otherwise, he doesn’t seem all that bothered by his size. Hanbin almost feels a pang of jealousy.
“Feeling fine?” He asks Hao somewhat gruffly.
“Perfect,” Hao whispers, way too thrilled. Hanbin has conflicted feelings.
“Do you do this often?” He asks despite himself, now all buried in, his balls pressing into Hao’s ass.
Hao looks into his eyes and snickers without hiding his amusement.
“Are you mad that you’re not the only one?” The ability to giggle softly and mock Hanbin while he’s inside him is very irritating. Hanbin doesn’t like that at all—Hao’s more of a brat than he initially thought.
Maybe he’s being a bit too mean, but he starts moving without announcing or asking—sharp thrusts wiping Hao’s laugh from existence.
“Ah. Ah.”
Hanbin is very happy about punching those crisp sounds from Hao’s throat. He sets a steady pace with his hips, their bodies slicking together more and more; it could be potentially gross. But it’s not, Hanbin loves how slippery it all feels; his sanity is slipping as well.
Pressing Hao harder into the mattress and bending his legs even more, not like it’s an issue to Hao, Hanbin leans to suck on his neck more harshly. He needs to mark him, even if he’s not the only one or whatever Hao says. He is the one today.
Hanbin grips Hao’s hips too hard and, splaying his hands, he digs his fingers into supple flesh there. His movements are only accelerating vigorously. He knows he’s being rough, but as long as Hao just whines and moans on his cock it’s ok and he’s not gonna stop.
He’s grazing Hao’s prostate just enough to not be enough, and yet be maddening, he’s sure. Hao wraps his arms around his neck, tugging him closer when Hanbin gnaws at his neck and ear.
Hao drags his short nails all over his upper back; it’s forceful enough for abrasions to happen. And the sweat starts to sting. It’s only fueling Hanbin’s frenzy more; he’s pushing into Hao so hard and fast, his balls are slapping loudly, adding another dull ache to the sensations for them both.
And somehow Hao still mewls.
“Faster, faster.”
Of course, Hanbin listens to Hao’s wishes, and despite feeling completely insane and his thighs burning, he speeds up more. The bed is clearly not ready for that; it shakes and bangs against a wall just enough, its frame protesting with creaking.
They’re being way too loud, vocally and bodily, and abusing furniture. Hanbin can only hope his next-door neighbors are out and about. He doesn’t regret it; the only wistful thing is that he can’t tell Hao how good he feels, how perfect for him he is. His voice is simply not working like that right now. He can only groan into Hao’s neck, no longer biting, by now he’s only slobbering onto him messily, he can’t help it.
Hanbin had a fair amount of sex and various partners, but he never had something so wild and fervent. He was never lusting over someone so badly. His orgasm is approaching proportionately to the pace of his thrusts; he can’t slow it down now.
So he only tries to shift his angle a bit to stab Hao more directly into his bundle of nerves. It effectively makes Hao scream, and tears form in the corner of his eyes that keep fluttering almost shut. He starts clamping onto Hanbin, making it difficult to move or keep it together.
Hanbin doesn’t. He tremors feverishly and comes in gushes deep into Hao with his own silent cry.
Hao follows suit, his cum adding to the mess of wetness between their stomachs, and his tears trickle down his temples, falling into the already very damp spot beneath his head.
“The best.” Hao sighs weakly, and when Hanbin gives him an absetminded hum in response as he’s still out of it, Hao adds on. “The best I’ve ever had.”
That feels very sappy for the entire thing. Especially how Hao is still keeping his arms wrapped around Hanbin’s back and letting him crush him under his boneless weight without complaints or dismay.
“Are you trying to placate me?” Hanbin huffs jokingly; he doesn’t want to be a fool who falls for his one-night stand, in bright daylight no less.
But Hao doubles down, shaking his head a bit.
“No, I mean it. I don’t really come untouched either. For such a goofy guy, you’re really good in bed. And you were judging me for being experienced.” Hao chuckles.
“Who are you calling goofy?” Hanbin gasps, affronted, playing it up more, he pinches Hao on his bubble butt, making him squeak.
They lay a bit more in comfortable silence. So snug, still grazing each other’s damp bodies like they’re more than strangers. This is too intimate; they’re not a couple, yet Hanbin can’t bring himself not respond to this sweet affection.
Is this what meeting your soulmate feels like? He hopes not. That’d be really sad to meet one in a foreign country that you’re leaving in just a few days.
He’s still inside Hao, now all soft and spent, when Hao finally smacks his mouth in discomfort.
“It’s all drying now.” He scowls with a pointed look, like it’s somehow Hanbin’s fault.
Hanbin sniggers but politely pulls out, murmuring apologies when Hao winces at the feeling.
“Want to take a shower first?” Hanbin offers cause he’s well-mannered.
“Why not together?” Hao pouts at him, which is fair.
Hanbin nods and gets off the bed first. Hao doesn’t follow but stares.
“... Want me to carry you or something?” His own legs are wobbling enough, but maybe Hao’s having an even worse time.
“You should.” Hao nods, outstretching his arms.
Hanbin swipes Hao up princess-style and bites back a grunt, trying to keep stable on his feet. Of course, Hao hears his struggles and snorts.
“You’re so funny. And hot.” Hao nuzzles into his sweaty neck and leaves a smooch there. “Do you mind if I stay with you for those last couple of days?”
That’s bold. Hanbin probably shouldn’t be that surprised, though.
“Did I blow your mind that much?” He jokes, but Hao responds with a serious nod and shrug.
“Yes. And my back. You should take responsibility. Maybe wife me up, I don’t know.” So sly.