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“And I don’t like that you two aren’t taking this as seriously as I am.” Sunghoon huffs, clearly irritated. Sunoo can barely hear him over the way Sunghoon puffs his chest out as he’s crossing his arms. The frustration line between his eyebrows is so cute. “Promotions are promotions—” continues Sunghoon, but Sunoo takes a glance at Riki, who is grinning and watching Sunghoon like a hawk. Riki then peaks over at Sunoo. There’s a moment of silent understanding between them.
Sunoo groans, tilts his head and lands a hand on his hip lazily. “Sunghoonie-hyung,” he pouts, “you have to admit this is a bit boring.”
“Yeah hyung, we can’t exactly take you seriously…” snorts Riki. Sunoo nods along. It really is hard to take Sunghoon seriously in moments like this. He adopts this personal trainer attitude like they’re training for the Olympics when all their doing is practicing for an upcoming promotion. It creates this itch that claws its way up Sunoo’s spine and plants itself deep into the base of his skull. He needs to break this character Sunghoon clings to.
“Then we’ll keep going until you do.” Sunghoon retorts, turning to grab the speaker remote and restart the music.
Sunoo shares another glance with Riki before he grabs the remote from him. With the remote in one hand, his free hand lands on Sunghoon’s waist. A confused noise slips passed the others lips. “How about a break instead?” Sunoo speaks softly, placing the remote back in its spot. “A much needed break…” Sunoo notices Riki slink in behind Sunghoon, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. Sunoo runs his hands up Sunghoon’s chest, watching the way his cheeks colored and his eyebrows furrowed deeper. Already getting him flustered, Sunoo grins slyly.
“Wait—” Sunghoon tries, one hand grabbing Riki’s wrist in an attempt to keep his cold hands from under his shirt. It doesn’t work. “Wait,” he tries again. Useless. Riki lifts Sunghoon’s shirt, displaying his milky soft skin and pert nipples. Sunoo feels his mouth water. He rakes his nails down his hyungs torso, landing his fingertips at the waistband of his sweatpants. Sunghoon’s breathing is uneven. He has his shoulders rucked up and his hands out of the way, like he’s stuck. Riki finds his way to Sunghoon’s nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Sunoo catches the neglected one between his plump lips. He can tell Sunghoon is trying to keep himself composed, biting back a moan Sunoo oh so badly wants to hear.
Riki places his chin to Sunghoon’s tense shoulder, lips close enough to his ear it sends a shiver down the older’s spine. “We just can’t focus hyung,” Riki rumbles. Sunghoon lets out an embarrassingly long and high pitched whine. Riki looks down at Sunoo, who is pinching their hyungs nipple between his teeth. Riki instinctively rolls his hips into Sunghoon’s ass, free hand sliding down into his waistband to palm at Sunghoon’s quickly growing erection. “Not when you’ve been flaunting yourself in this slutty outfit.”
“I–It’s not slutty,” Sunghoon groans, “It’s comfortable—” Riki hums like he’s listening.
Sunoo detaches from Sunghoon’s chest, leaving it red and raw. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?” he asks.
“You.” responds Riki smugly. Sunoo rolls his eyes.