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Changbin can’t shake the post-stage adrenaline when they get back to the dorm. While everyone else spent their time in the vans winding down, Changbin still feels keyed up, indulging the urge to hang off anyone who will let him, bouncing from group member to member like a hot potato. Eventually, Hyunjin takes pity on Jeongin and tugs Changbin fully out of his orbit, landing a kiss on Changbin’s temple.
“Changbin-hyung,” Hyunjin says, voice deceptively gentle, “sometimes I think I should put you on a leash.”
Embarrassed, Changbin tries to duck out of his grip, but Hyunjin’s arm only tightens around his shoulders. He keeps a firm hold all the way up to their dorm; Chan and Jisung follow the others without discussion, though Jisung winks in Changbin and Hyunjin’s direction as if to remind them of their lack of subtlety. Changbin’s face heats.
Hyunjin drags him in the direction of the bathroom as soon as they get inside. “Come on, I’ll wash the glitter out of your hair.”
“Really? You’re my favorite boyfriend.”
“I’m your only boyfriend,” Hyunjin says with a laugh, slipping his hands under Changbin’s shirt and briefly tickling his sides. Changbin’s hair has always been stubborn, so getting glitter out on his own takes forever, but it’s worth it to look cute and cool on stage.
With Hyunjin on his side, they might actually get it all out on the first try.
Hyunjin strips Changbin of his shirt, careful to lift it over his head without disturbing too much glitter. Looking down at himself in consideration, Hyunjin pulls his own shirt off, too.
“Don’t want my glitter all over your clothes?” Changbin asks with a slight pout.
Hyunjin squeezes past him to run the water and adjust the temperature. “I’m preserving our sheets.” He always refers to the things in their rooms as shared property, even before they had their own rooms, practically since they got together. Hyunjin wears his heart on his sleeve, whether that’s by teasing and pushing Changbin around or by making everything feel like home.
“Then I’m extra grateful,” Changbin says with as much sweetness as possible. He lowers himself to the ground and leans his head back over the bath.
Hyunjin observes his hair from a new angle, shaking his head as he grabs the detachable showerhead. “Close your eyes, baby.”
Changbin follows directions easily enough. As the warm water begins to soak his hair, some of the tension leaves his shoulders, the excitement of the day finally beginning to mellow inside him.
“If there’s this much now,” Hyunjin murmurs, running long fingers through Changbin’s hair, “you probably had more glitter than hair when we went on stage.”
Changbin tries to shrug, but the angle is awkward. “The stylist noona knows what she’s doing. Probably barely shows up on camera, you know?”
Hyunjin sets the showerhead down at an angle that won’t spray them before gently shampooing Changbin’s hair, massaging the soft foam thoroughly into his scalp. Changbin makes a soft noise of contentment; Hyunjin’s hands are always so good.
“Is it nice, hyung?”
“Yeah.” Changbin sighs. “How’s the glitter?”
“Coating our pipes.”
“Mm. All of it?”
Hyunjin’s fingers slow, a teasing lilt to his voice as he says, “You just want me to pet you some more.”
“Yes, please.” Changbin smiles as cutely as he can without opening his eyes, knowing Hyunjin must be looking down at him. How can he not? Changbin must look adorable right now. Really, he must have been adorable from the day they met. Why else would Hyunjin have kissed him that first time, after he’d slept over for the… Well, Changbin can’t remember how many times, considering they’d lived in each other’s pockets back then. The memory of that kiss is still one of his happiest, despite neither of them being any good at it yet.
Hyunjin’s laughter rings out above him, a sweet reward for his performance. He pets Changbin a while longer, the soothing circular motions making goosebumps rise on the back of Changbin’s neck. He doesn’t know how much time passes before Hyunjin picks up the showerhead again and rinses thoroughly.
“Winding down?” he asks, stroking Changbin’s hair firmly, probably fighting with the last of the stubborn glitter.
As a matter of fact, he is. Changbin opens one eye suspiciously at Hyunjin.
“You’ll focus better like this,” he says with a smile. Changbin settles back in with his eyes firmly shut, though his mouth falls open in a soft moan when Hyunjin starts massaging conditioner into his hair. His scalp tingles pleasantly, the rushing of the water beneath his head just the sort of white noise to lull him in the direction of a nap.
Hyunjin presses just a little harder as his thumbs rub circles in Changbin’s hair. “Stay with me,” he says, voice quiet but firm.
“Trying,” Changbin sighs.
Hyunjin hums. Changbin hears the direction of the showerhead change, but it doesn’t turn on him, so Hyunjin must be rinsing off his hands. A moment later, the white noise returns as steadily as before, and the warmth of Hyunjin’s damp hand lands on his face.
The next thing he feels are Hyunjin’s lips on his. Changbin accepts the kiss immediately, senses sharpening as want overtakes drowsiness. He reaches up to slide his hand around the nape of Hyunjin’s neck, squeezing in the way he knows Hyunjin likes. Though Hyunjin makes a muffled noise, he also pulls away from Changbin, starting to wash the conditioner out of his hair. “Almost done,” Hyunjin murmurs in reassurance.
Changbin zones out just a little as Hyunjin rinses; it’s only when he loses the white noise of the showerhead that he realizes they’re done. Hyunjin wraps a towel around his head and tugs him into a sitting position, patting his hair dry with much more patience than Changbin can usually muster.
“Let’s go to our room.” Changbin gets to his feet and helps Hyunjin to his, though he doesn’t know where they’re going. Ours, ours, ours. He’ll follow wherever Hyunjin leads.
They end up in Hyunjin’s room. Every time he’s there, Changbin’s eyes are drawn to the empty canvas on the wall, waiting for Hyunjin’s imagination to fill it. Today, there’s also an easel and canvas that’s half-finished: lilies.
“Pretty.”
Hyunjin crawls onto the mattress and settles in against the headboard, legs spread for Changbin to sit between them. “Thank you,” he says. Changbin crawls toward him on the bed. When he gets close enough, Hyunjin pulls him into a kiss, sucking on Changbin’s lower lip until it throbs.
Changbin breaks their kiss to get the rest of their clothes off before he gets too hazy; when Hyunjin kisses him like that, Changbin knows he doesn’t have long before his fingers are trembling. It’s deeply embarrassing, sometimes, how easily this overwhelms him when so few things can.
Changbin returns to his earlier position between Hyunjin’s legs and leans against the wall, boxing Hyunjin in. “Pretty,” he says again, just to make Hyunjin smile.
His reward is a roll of Hyunjin’s eyes followed by a kiss, his tongue demanding against Changbin’s more coaxing approach. After emptying Changbin’s head of any thought, Hyunjin twists a hand in to Changbin’s hair and gently tugs him back.
Hyunjin is smiling when he manages to open his eyes again. “So handsome,” Hyunjin whispers, brushing his fingers over Changbin’s cheek. Changbin shivers a little under that touch, drinking in Hyunjin’s smile, happy to make Hyunjin happy. “What do you want, Binnie?”
He tries to think about it, but his thoughts run slow and sticky, molasses-thick. “Want me in your mouth?” Hyunjin drags his thumb across Changbin’s lower lip as he asks.
Changbin nods, kissing that thumb. “Yeah.”
Hyunjin’s hand guides him down until Changbin is sprawling out with his feet hanging off the bed. He runs his palm over Hyunjin’s soft inner thigh, sinking his teeth into Hyunjin’s flesh. When he looks up, a little bit cheeky, Hyunjin is laughing.
“So cute,” Hyunjin says. “Are you going to be good?”
“I’m always good,” Changbin says. Before Hyunjin can argue, Changbin moves his mouth to the head of Hyunjin’s cock, taking it in and sucking lightly. Hyunjin moans, tangling long fingers in Changbin’s hair.
He wants to take Hyunjin into his throat, but Changbin only gets so far before the hand in his hair tightens and pulls him back. “You need your throat tomorrow,” Hyunjin reminds him. Changbin hums to acknowledge his agreement and makes up for it with his hand, focusing his attention on the sensitive cockhead instead. That level of focus is usually too intense for Hyunjin so early, so it only takes a few moments for him to slip the lube into Changbin’s hand, a silent demand.
Since this is the first time they’ve had an entire night to themselves in weeks, Changbin savors the moment, pulling off to press slow, teasing kisses to the underside of Hyunjin’s cock as he presses his fingers inside. Hyunjin throws his head back and hits the wall, letting out a sharp hiss and laughing a little at himself. The laugh quickly turns into a moan when Changbin laps at the flushed head, precome flowing so steadily that Hyunjin’s stomach is wet and sticky with it already.
Hyunjin is good at staying still when Changbin blows him, but as soon as fingers are involved he starts squirming. He’s never been able to stay still with something inside him, squeezing greedily around Changbin’s fingers every time he pulls back, gasping and whimpering when Changbin curls them right. It’s only when Hyunjin thrusts upwards in a sharp, aborted movement—unintentional proof that he’s close to the edge—that Changbin loses his sense, moaning around Hyunjin’s cock and opening his mouth. Fuck my mouth, he tries to convey through wide, pleading eyes.
In an act of betrayal, Hyunjin pulls Changbin off him altogether. “Come back up here, jagi.” Changbin wipes his fingers on the sheet and presses a regretful kiss to Hyunjin’s thigh on his way up, pouting even when Hyunjin kisses him.
“If you can’t behave—”
“You liked it!” Changbin whines, kissing Hyunjin’s face again and again. “You like that I like you so much.” Hyunjin can’t help laughing, then. Sometimes Changbin wants to record his laughter in the studio, or maybe figure out how to use it in a song. It’s sweet enough that he wants to immortalize it, wants to carry it around on his phone, pull it out and show it off whenever he can. I did that, he thinks, kissing Hyunjin’s nose while it’s still scrunched up with giggles.
Is this the current generation’s version of putting pictures in his wallet? But he has pictures of everyone in there, too…
Hyunjin flips Changbin onto his back and kisses his neck. “You’d be mad tomorrow when you aren’t sharp enough.”
“Aaaaaaah,” Changbin says, a noise of distress that he can’t offer disagreement.
“You’d whine for the cameras about how I choked you,” Hyunjin teases as he picks up the abandoned bottle of lube next to the pillow. “‘Hyunjinnie is so mean, he’s so jealous of my skills, my raps are so good that he has to cheat in order to win against me—’”
“I don’t sound like that! Ah, ah,” he says, interrupted by Hyunjin’s hands around his cock and the slick sound as Hyunjin drags his thumb across the head, making Changbin twitch. “I sound much cuter,” he finally manages, though his voice is breathy. “That’s also why you would be jealous.”
“Hyung is cutest,” Hyunjin acquiesces with a sigh. “But does Changbin-hyung want to be inside me?”
Changbin’s eyes shoot open. Seeing Hyunjin’s mischievous face, he reaches up and tweaks a nipple, making Hyunjin yelp and rock backward. It’s worth it for the flush that travels down his neck, and for the way his mouth gets even more pouty, poutier than any face should be capable of.
Still leaning back, Hyunjin moves like he’s going to get off the bed altogether. “That’s it,” he says. “Since you can’t be good, I’ll leave you behind.”
“No no no!” Changbin sits up, holding up two finger hearts in front of his face and widening his eyes. “Jagiya, I’ll be good for you now. I’ve always been good. When have I ever been bad? You liked when I did that before, didn’t you? Don’t lie, come sit with me, your best hyung.”
Hyunjin leans in and pretends to eat one of the hearts. Then he kisses Changbin’s laughter from his mouth as he straddles Changbin’s lap, reaching down to line up his cock just right. Hyunjin hovers there a moment, breath warm on Changbin’s cheek. “You want it?”
Nodding rapidly, Changbin kisses Hyunjin again and again, soft pecks at the corner of his mouth that fall like raindrops of affection. When he gets a skeptical noise in return, Changbin asks, “Please?”
That seems to satisfy Hyunjin. He sinks slowly onto Changbin’s cock, enveloping him in tight warmth, damp hands clamped down on Changbin’s shoulders. Changbin keeps his arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s waist, clingy.
Hyunjin wraps a hand around Changbin’s bicep and squeezes. “Did you focus on your arms today, baby?”
Changbin shakes his head. “Yesterday,” he says, sliding his hands down Hyunjin’s back and sides before finally reaching his thighs.
“So they won’t be sore. Can you show me, then?” Hyunjin lifts up, but only gets about halfway before letting gravity pull him back down, making a soft sound when Changbin bottoms out, eyelashes fluttering. “My thighs are shaking,” he says, all innocence. “Hyung, I need your strength.”
They both know that Hyunjin’s condition is fine. Rather, this is Hyunjin’s way of offering Changbin a chance to show off. A chance to earn more praise.
“Of course,” Changbin coos, unable to help a little aegyo when asked such a sweet question. When Hyunjin starts to lift up, Changbin follows, letting Hyunjin set the pace while making it easier for him to ride.
Hyunjin kisses him on the next downward thrust, messy and deep, hands cupping Changbin’s face. Right now, he’s trusting Changbin to hold him up entirely, trusting Changbin’s arms to keep him balanced and secure. Changbin whimpers into the kiss, beginning to thrust up in time with Hyunjin sinking down onto his cock, tightening around him and biting Changbin’s lip.
“Jagi, jagi, jagi,” Hyunjin breaks their kiss and murmurs into his ear. He nips sharply at the shell of Changbin’s ear, then sucks it into his mouth like that will ease the sting. His hips won’t move, even when Changbin pushes up a little, encouraging rather than lifting. “I thought you were showing me how strong you are.”
“I still am,” Changbin says, softly kissing Hyunjin’s jaw. “I’m strong all over, Hyunjinnie.”
That laughter is the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, always fresh no matter how many times he’s heard it. “Fuck, baby, you are, you are, you’re so good for me.” Hyunjin kisses Changbin’s nose, his cheeks, his forehead, the arches of his brows. He even nibbles somewhere near Changbin’s dimple. As Hyunjin rains down kisses, he also changes the motion of his hips, rolling rather than bouncing. Very quickly, Hyunjin has to stop kissing him in favor of breathing heavily against Changbin’s cheek, clinging with an arm around the back of his neck.
“Such a good hyung,” Hyunjin breathes, voice catching in his throat as he grinds down on Changbin’s cock. “You wanna come?”
“Yes.” Hyunjin tightens around him at this response, his body trembling. “Yeah, please,” Changbin pleads, shameless now, kissing Hyunjin’s neck over and over again.
Hyunjin reaches down and takes Changbin’s wrist. “Then touch me.”
He takes over riding Changbin after that, hands braced on his broad shoulders. Hyunjin is so tight around him that Changbin can’t help whimpering, the tail-end of the sound caught in Hyunjin’s mouth as he leans in for a sloppy kiss. Changbin swipes his thumb over the head of Hyunjin’s dick, holding tight and stroking up and down a couple of times before Hyunjin starts shuddering through his orgasm, hole fluttering greedily around Changbin’s cock. Changbin comes almost as soon as Hyunjin does, having held back so long that Hyunjin’s satisfaction would’ve been more than enough, the perfect sensation of Hyunjin falling apart around him.
They sit there for a while in the comedown, skin a little sticky with exertion. Changbin kisses Hyunjin’s collarbone. “Shower?”
“Mm. Carry me?”
They’ll have to wait a few minutes, mostly for Changbin to regain feeling in his legs. He rubs the cold tip of his nose against Hyunjin’s shoulder, who jumps and makes a soft sound of distress, sliding off Changbin’s cock. He pouts as Hyunjin throws himself to the side and throws an arm over Changbin’s thighs.
“Sleep first, then,” Hyunjin says, clearly having read Changbin’s inability to move as reluctance.
“No,” Changbin whines. “Come on, I can go, just let me rest a little bit. You can’t blame me.”
“Can’t I?”
“It’s all your fault,” Changbin says. “Don’t be so sexy I can’t walk after.”
Hyunjin opens one eye to squint up at him. “Ha ha.”
“I’m serious.” Laying down so that they’re face to face, Changbin grabs the blanket that’s almost entirely fallen off the edge of the bed and throws it over both of them, tangling his legs with Hyunjin’s. “It’s not just what we’re doing. It’s so good because it’s you.”
Changbin laughs when Hyunjin leans in to kiss him quiet, but they make out for a while, languid tongues exchanging heat. They only stop when Hyunjin turns to plug in his phone and turn off the light. Hyunjin cuddles even closer when he returns, causing Changbin to whine, “Noooo. You’re too hot. I’ll overheat.”
He can tell that Hyunjin is tired by the way he doesn’t argue, only sniffing in a victimized way against Changbin’s neck. He tightens his arm around Hyunjin’s waist. He’d sleep in an oven so long as Hyunjin was there, too.