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"Every time I walk in here, you're on his lap."
Changbin looked up from his phone, not a singular thought behind those dark boba eyes. Jisung felt his eye twitch. He was trying to be authoritative, but the look on Changbin's face was enough to absolutely destroy his attempt at separating them.
"We're back on in five, take your glasses off and get off his lap." Chan spoke sternly as he walked past the three of them, a loud, fatherly sigh of disappointment escaping from the depths of his chest. "If I have to tell you two one more time, I'm going to get upset."
"Just because you're old, doesn't mean you have to act like it." Seungmin finally spoke up, eyes focused on his phone; which he was resting on Changbin's chest.
"Excuse me?" Chan turned.
Jisung stood in place awkwardly, wishing he never involved himself to begin with.
"Nothing." Seungmin rolled his eyes subtly, leaning in to press his nose to Changbin's hair, breathing in that intoxicatingly sweet smell. "We'll get up in a minute."
"Seungmin." Chan was stern, fists balling up to control himself. "Five minutes. If neither of you are on that stage in five minutes, you're in trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Changbin finally joined in, shutting his phone off and putting it onto the small table by the couch.
"I'll get sitting on laps banned. That includes spooning and laying on each other." Chan threatened.
Seungmin quickly turned his phone off and placed it with Changbin's, patting the older male's chest gently. "Time to get up." He mumbled, forcing Changbin up before getting off the couch himself. He gave Jisung a filthy look; disappointment, betrayal, threat. Jisung looked away nervously before suddenly remembering he had other members to talk to, walking away from the two he got into trouble.
"Bitch." Seungmin breathed out under his breath, gently taking Changbin's glasses off his pretty, round face and putting them on the table.
"Language." Changbin scolded jokingly, standing still as he got cornered for another touch-up.
Seungmin gave Changbin a look of warning, knowing he couldn't say what he wanted to in front of the make-up staff and the rest of their members. He sighed loudly, letting himself get cornered into a touch-up as well. The rest of the members started to rush back out, Changbin smiling brightly at Seungmin before holding out his hand. That stupid, large hand with stubby, short fingers. Disgustingly cute and so suited to him. The younger huffed, grabbing the hand outstretched to him before beginning to follow the other members. "Wanna make-out in the hotel room when this is over?" Changbin whispered, putting his ear piece back in slowly.
Seungmin could never say no to such an offer.
"Mine or yours?"
"Whichever's closer."
"In the car as well. Are you two serious?"
"What? I'm just leaning." Changbin looked up from his phone, once again, not a singular thought behind those eyes.
"He's not sitting on me." Seungmin added, his arm resting around Changbin comfortably.
"You're both so incredibly clingy today." Felix joined the conversation, a brow raised in confusion as to why the young brunette wouldn't seem to leave Changbin alone. "You're usually always bickering. Especially you, Seungmin-ah. You won't leave him alone until he yells at you."
"You're all acting like we've never cuddled or sat on each other before." Seungmin argued in a monotone voice, eye twitching as a sudden irritation washed over him. "Changbin hyung has always been clingy, anyways. Just because you guys chose to not pay attention to him, doesn't mean I'm the same."
"That's not true." Chan started, a little taken aback by Seungmin's comment. As well as the fact that Changbin was ignoring the whole conversation, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "We're just, busy today, Seungmin."
"So was I." Seungmin dismissed.
"Can you guys quiet down? I've still got a headache." Minho whined, pressing his fingers against his temples. "Why do you even care about them being touchy? We're all touchy."
"Yes, but–"
"But what? Changbin-ah seeks out comfort when he's stressed or having a bad day. You're basically scolding him for having a rough time, and scolding Seungmin-ah for helping." Minho suddenly snapped, eyes narrowed as he looked at the other males in the car. "We're all stuck back here together, and quite frankly, Jeongin-ah and Hyunjin-ah also don't care."
"They're just cuddling." Jeongin added quietly, leaning over to brush Changbin's hair away from the frames of his glasses. "I know shows are stressful, but we should come first, you know?"
Hyunjin, on the other hand, was passed out on Minho's shoulder.
"Now can we just have a normal, peaceful conversation for the rest of this trip? Or, even better– No conversation." Minho grumbled, leaning back in his seat again, careful to not jostle Hyunjin out of his spot.
Just as Minho had requested, the ride to their hotel was silent. The guilt was thick and heavy in the air, apologies being planned and owed for tomorrow. Seungmin kept his arm around Changbin's waist, using his phone with his one hand as they texted between themselves. Simply discussing what they should order to eat, drinks, even a possible dessert. Changbin had suggested watching a movie, or going out for a night walk. Seungmin thought it'd be nice to stay in and watch something instead.
Once they arrived, everyone went their separate ways, Seungmin taking the fastest shower of his life before getting changed into something simple and lazy. He left his room to quickly head to Changbin's, finding the keycard just under the door. He let himself in before closing the door quietly.
"Changbinnie?"
"In the bathroom!"
Seungmin smiled contently to himself, looking at the food and drinks Changbin had ordered for them, sitting on the table, waiting to be eaten. But he knew the food was going to go cold, he didn't have the patience to wait tonight. He sat down on the bed, nodding in approval over the comfort level. Steam escaped from the bathroom once the door opened, Changbin dressed in a white t-shirt and some shorts. His hair was wet, curling back up, resting perfectly against his forehead. He smiled brightly, walking over to the bed to grab his glasses, the ones with the thick black frames, pushing them back onto his face before sitting down next to Seungmin.
"I ordered food." He spoke softly, using his thumb and his index, pressing them against the ends of his frames, to push them up his face. "Did you want to eat?"
"After."
Changbin laughed, that loud, giggly kind he only let out when he was amused. "You can't wait a little longer?" He asked, doing that disgustingly cute thing where he placed his hands on his knees, squeezing his thighs together and squishing his body between his biceps. That cute fucking smile. God, Seungmin was down bad. "No. I've been on edge all day. I need to feel your lips against mine, now." Seungmin responded stubbornly, leaning in slowly.
"Aren't we just so needy today?" Changbin hummed, leaning back on the bed slowly until he felt the soft sheets against his body, hair sprawling out slightly.
"What's the chances of me getting into your pants tonight?" Seungmin questioned as he slowly got on top of the older male, arms either side of Changbin's body as he gazed down at him. "I think we're ready to take it a step further."
"Making out with me isn't good enough for you anymore?" Changbin joked, pushing his glasses back up, using his thumb and index again. "Depends on how quiet you are."
"You're the noisy one, Bin." Seungmin stifled a snort, so ready to fog up those stupid, adorably suiting glasses.
"Don't make assumptions. I could be quiet during sex." Changbin raised a brow, but his words were empty, there wasn't even a hint of offence in that voice. "You look like you whimper."
His chest was slapped in response.
"And if I do?"
"Hot."
Seungmin started to laugh, his lips parting to expose those braces that Changbin liked so much.
"I love your braces. They're so cute." Changbin sighed sadly, reaching up to trace his thumb across the metal resting on Seungmin's perfect, pearly teeth. His thumb got playfully bitten in response; Seungmin being gentle. "You're so cute."
"You gonna say that when I'm six inches deep in you?" Seungmin hummed, sinking his canine into the soft flesh of Changbin's thumb. "You know I'm getting them off soon."
"I know. I'm gonna miss the way they click against my teeth." Another sigh.
"You gonna refuse to make out with me when they're gone?"
Changbin shook his head. His face was flushed over Seungmin's not-so-subtle size drop, the two never having done more than grinding during a make-out. He could tell Seungmin was at least slightly above average during moments like that, but he never thought it'd be six inches. Pleasantly surprised was one way to describe it. They've been fucking around for ages, but the furtherest they had ever gone was when Seungmin had him pinned to the bed, grinding down against his ass while kissing his neck. It would've gone further if Hyunjin hadn't came knocking at the door.
"I've been making out with you for years, you think I'd stop after something like that?" Changbin chuckled softly, freeing his thumb from Seungmin's bite. "You're drooling."
"You try talking with a thumb in your mouth." Seungmin snapped, resting his weight onto one arm; using his now-free hand to grab Changbin's chin. "Open."
Changbin subtly rolled his eyes, opening his mouth as ordered of him. Seungmin wasted no time in spitting into Changbin's mouth. The shorter male flinched, feeling some splatter against his cheek; shamefully getting hard. Seungmin let go to roughly pat Changbin's cheek, grinning down at him before finally leaning down for the kiss. Strong arms wrap around his neck and pull him in, lips and teeth crashing against each other in the hurry. Changbin could feel metal clack against his teeth, getting caught on his lip. The way it'd slightly – just slightly – tear the skin on his lip, leaving the smallest wound in it's wake. But he loved it. Seungmin stopped apologising for it ages ago, always rubbing a spot of Vaseline over the tiny wound; or wounds, once their swelling lips urged them to stop.
His hips lifted once Seungmin's hands gently traced along his torso, knowing their end goal almost immediately. He could feel the way Seungmin's lips contorted into a grin against his own, the smugness so clearly evident. Even though they had planned to make-out for hours, Seungmin wanted to be fucking Changbin so hard he'd never even consider the idea of getting up in the morning to use the hotel gym. Because Seungmin was greedy, and he wanted a clingy Changbin to bask in once morning came. He was so nervous when he first asked Changbin if they could kiss, his nineteen-year-old self asking in the most awkward way possible while wearing a deadpan expression.
Changbin was experienced, whereas, he wasn't. He was clueless. But the older one guided him through the kiss, through every make-out, and through every intimate moment they shared from then onwards. But now it was Seungmin who carried the kiss and guided Changbin through it, their lips meshing together messily, chasing each other after each split second they took to catch their breath. Seungmin hooked his thumbs beneath the waistbands of both Changbin's boxers and shorts, so impressed over the way the male had raised his hips so obediently. He pulled them down without a hint of hesitation, so fucking ready to worship Changbin's naked body as if it was a shrine. He's always managed to appear deadpan, emotionless, his expression remaining neutral, but he wanted his face to show how much he liked Changbin's body. No, how much he loved Changbin's body.
"Changbinnie." Seungmin pulled away slightly, breath flush against Changbin's cheeks, glasses fogged up. "Can I ask now?"
Changbin tensed visibly. But then he relaxed. He was safe, he was with Seungmin. He was loved.
"Of course."
"What's wrong, beautiful?" Seungmin was so soft with the way he talked to Changbin. Usually, outside of their private lives and rooms, he'd be annoying the older, teasing him.
But when the cameras weren't on them, he just wanted to be close to Changbin, wanted to care for him and massage every knot out of tense muscles. To chase away his fears and stresses. But what he wanted to do most, was take on Changbin's insecurities and mental pains, just to free the beauty from them for even a second.
"I just." Changbin started, letting Seungmin remove his glasses; revealing those eyes he fell in love with so many years ago. "Get hit with this wave of feeling so, unloved. I feel like no one could truly love me."
"Changbin..." Seungmin's face became the epitome of devastation, an undescribable sadness painted across his expression.
"And I know. I know, that's not true. That's why I just needed to be around you today." Changbin let out a pathetic laugh, eyes rolling as he felt ridiculous. Stupid. Such a stupid feeling to have felt when Seungmin was right there.
Seungmin was always right there.
"You just take away all the bad feelings when I'm around you."
"Will you let me show you how loveable you are?" Seungmin was gentle, eyes genuine as he stared down at the round face that belonged to the most beautiful boy in the world. "Can I chase away this ugly feeling?"
"I'd let you do anything you'd ever desire to do." Changbin chuckled fondly, tracing a thumb across Seungmin's cheek. "You can fuck it away."
"Do you just, want to forget your own name? To bliss out to the point of not knowing where you are?"
Changbin nodded.
"If that's what my Changbinnie wants." Seungmin nodded in acknowledgement.
They weren't together, not really. They were friends who made out and grinded against each other. They were friends who sought each other out for comfort and reassurances and gentle kisses. They were friends who were in love with each other and relied on each other in ways they could never with anyone else. But maybe – Just maybe, they could date, in secret. Something only the two of them knew about. It already felt like they were, but there was no official asking.
"Is it okay if I take off your shirt?" Seungmin asked softly, hands gently resting at Changbin's hips.
The shorter nodded again, surprisingly okay with being completely naked around Seungmin. He lifted his arms, letting his shirt get pulled from his frame by gentle hands. He didn't feel exposed in the way he would around the others. He didn't feel insecure. He wasn't worried, because Seungmin's gaze held stars of adoration. A heavy breath that the younger didn't realise he was holding left his mouth, awestruck as he gazed down at Changbin's naked body. He remembers the way it was when they were younger and exploring, Changbin's frame thinner and smaller. He could wrap his hand around Changbin's biceps then. They went through changes. They hadn't quite grown into their features then. Changbin used to have a sharp jawline, but now, his face was round and gentle.
"You're beautiful." Seungmin breathed out, using his one hand to trace his fingers down Changbin's neck, flowing down to dip into his collarbones; tracing his thumb across a pectoral, before feeling up a bicep; one he couldn't wrap his hand around anymore. "You're so pretty, like city lights during the night."
"You're pretty like an autumn day."
Seungmin laughed, something genuine, as colour filled his cheeks. It didn't matter how many times Changbin has told him that, it was always going to make his cheeks bloom with the brightest of pinks. He leaned in to gently kiss Changbin's forehead, inhaling deeply to take in the soft smell of his shampoo, comforted by it. "You really know how to make a guy feel special." He whispered, pulling away to get off the bed.
Changbin pulled himself up onto his elbows, watching Seungmin strip himself of his clothes; folding them neatly to put them on the chair by the window, not knowing if he'd be welcome to stay after or not. He didn't want to invade Changbin's space by sleeping in his room. Sure, they were about to have sex, but there's still going to be a sense of privacy and comfort afterwards. He pointed towards Changbin's lugguage with a rasied brow, the older nodding. He rummaged around until he managed to find some lubricant, no condoms in the bag. "You havent slept with anyone since Channie hyung made us go for a group testing?" He asked.
"Have you?"
Seungmin took that as a no.
"You know I only have eyes for you." Changbin replied, head rolling against his shoulders.
Usually, in moments like this, they should be paying more attention to their lower halves – Usually. But Seungmin couldn't tear his gaze from Changbin's face, and Changbin couldn't look away from Seungmin's eyes.
"Don't make such intense eye contact, hyung."
"Your eyes are cute."
"And lazy." Seungmin scoffed.
"I think they're beautiful." Changbin comforted, urging Seungmin back towards the bed with a simple gesture. "Let me stare into them for hours."
"Yeah? What would you see in them?" Seungmin hummed, crawling back onto the bed to tower over Changbin again, trapping the broader male between his arms.
"My world. And all the stars that reside in the sky." Changbin's grin grew, looking up at the young brunette.
"Ask me out normally." Seungmin teased, leaving a quick kiss against Changbin's forehead before finally looking at the rest of the male's body.
"Will you be the boyfriend I have to keep a secret until things change?" Changbin asked, resting back against the bed again, watching Seungmin's eyes explore his lower body.
"Only if you'll be mine as well." Seungmin couldn't stop himself, smiling stupidly over the dumb, disgustingly endearing way that Changbin used to ask him out. "The most romantic date you'll be getting from me is an okay-ish home-cooked meal, and a movie."
"God, I'm swooning. That's so romantic of you."
Changbin's loud giggling filled the room, Seungmin's soon following after. "Then we'll have sex and wake everyone in the dorm up." He continued, running his hands down Changbin's hips; unable to rid himself of his smile. "But I'll just lie and say I was giving you a massage. Since we're secret." Seungmin chuckled, resting himself snuggly between Changbin's thicker thighs; hand running underneath one and gently raising it. He continued to trace his hand along the underside of Changbin's thigh, meeting at the junction below the shorter's knee, before sliding Changbin's calf along his palm. Smooth, honeysuckle skin. Sun-kissed. He'd spend hours just kissing up on every inch of Changbin, marking up large thighs just to watch red and purple marks bloom on the empty canvas.
"Would it hurt too much if I gave you hickeys on your thighs?" Seungmin asked, batting his eyelashes as his question came out so innocent, pressing Changbin's ankle against his cheek. "You've got dainty little ankles, Changbinnie."
Changbin's face was flushed in the prettiest of pinks, so shy and nervous; the back of his hand covering his mouth. "As long as they don't bruise too badly." He mumbled, embarrassingly erect over just having Seungmin feel his leg up. "Don't bite."
"No biting?" Seungmin pouted, placing wet kisses against Changbin's ankle, grazing the metal of his braces against the soft skin. "But you'd look so pretty."
"You're already pretty enough for the both of us." Changbin's words were genuine, filled with a certain sweetness and gentleness that would make anyone falter. "You look so pretty with the pink in your hair."
Seungmin's face flushed; brows knitting together. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting the pink skin as he malfunctioned for the second.
"Stop complimenting me." He managed out, kissing the bone of Changbin's ankle one last time before setting the male's leg back against the bed. "It's about you tonight."
Changbin grinned, that stupidly happy grin of his, nose scrunching up.
"I can't help myself around you."
"Behave."
Seungmin reached over Changbin's body to grab one of the multiple pillows at the head of the bed, gently tapping Changbin's hip with two fingers. He watched as the other obediently raised his hips, sliding the soft pillow beneath Changbin; providing his hips leverage. "Do you think we should use towels?" Seungmin asked through a light chuckle, his laughter growing once he listened to Changbin's giggling. "We probably should." The older agreed through his giggles, feeling the bed dip and shake once Seungmin got up to quickly retrieve some towels from the bathroom.
Changbin let his head drop to the side, looking out the window of his hotel room. Bright city lights, keeping his room illuminated with the help of the lamp on the bedside table. He usually caught Seungmin staring at city lights in the night time, the younger must truly love that sight.
His heart fluttered. Being compared to something Seungmin loved so much. He was sure that the thought of that would help him sleep at night if he ever struggled. But so would being in Seungmin's arms. He got all giddy; embarrassed and flustered, bringing his arms up to cover his face as his legs moved to press against each other. His moment of private joy was interrupted once his hips were forced up by Seungmin's strong hands, not having even realised the boy was back with towels. He kept his hips raised, rolling his eyes once he caught the grin on the pretty boy's face. The towel was slid beneath his body as well as on top of the pillow.
"Did I interrupt something, baby?" Seungmin teased, reaching for the bottle of lube blindly, focused on Changbin's face.
"No." Changbin huffed.
Seungmin raised his brows, his smile growing as he just nodded in amusement. He settled himself back between Changbin's thighs, forcing the shorter to bend his knees up. He ran his fingers across Changbin's inner thighs, feeling the skin twitch beneath his teasing touch; before pulling his hand away. Lube was poured neatly onto long fingers, warming the liquid before even considering anything further. He lowered himself against the bed, pressing a kiss against soft skin before gently smearing the shining liquid across Changbin's rim. The hitch of breath, the way he flinched, Seungmin loved it. One gentle finger breached the tight ring of muscle, pressing his face into Changbin's thigh just to feel the muscle tensing against his cheek. Every reaction. Every tiny, minuscule reaction. Seungmin wanted to drown in them all.
He decided to obey Changbin's order of no biting, for now. Sucking and licking and gently nipping the supple flesh of a thick inner thigh while his finger worked a gentle opening pace. In and out. Curling, dragging. Soft whimpers and gentle "mmh"'s filled his ears, eyes closed as he let himself get lost in the moment. He could feel the clench around his finger lessen, taking it as an opportunity to ease a second in. He was almost surprised over how quickly the second finger slid inside, Changbin almost pulling his finger in greedily.
"Desperate." Seungmin hummed, opening his eyes to gaze up at the older; yet he got no sort of response. Changbin was just lying there, twitching uselessly as he remained entirely indulged in the pleasure.
Seungmin's eyes rolled. He took the opportunity to bite down against Changbin's inner thigh, listening to the loud moan that got forced out of the male's throat. He pulled back to look at the indents his teeth had left, deciding to start biting on top of leaving hickeys. Purple and red began to bloom across Changbin's once-bare inner thighs, Seungmin having swapped over to the other once the first ran out of canvas space. Neither could remember when the third finger had slipped inside, but neither cared. Changbin was a sobbing, whimpering mess; his body tensing up as he became a little too close to reaching his high.
Seungmin jolted slightly once a strong hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist, stopping his movement entirely, lips still pressed against Changbin's thigh.
"I'm close."
"Already?" Seungmin sneered, pulling his fingers out quickly; watching Changbin's hole clench desperately around nothing. "You want me that bad you'd cum on my fingers?"
He slapped the inside of Changbin's thigh, right on top of the fresh hickeys and bite marks. A pained moan, whimpery and high-pitched, was Seungmin's reward for being a little rougher. If that didn't have him fully solid, he wouldn't know what would. His eyes trailed down, Changbin leaking some more over the slap; using his clean hand to gather the precum onto the tip of his finger.
"It's so cute and chubby, Changbinnie. So suited to you." He praised the size of Changbin's dick, getting an unimpressed grunt in reply. "So wet for me." He breathed out, pushing his finger into his mouth to lick it clean.
"Are you insinuating something?" Changbin mumbled, already knowing that Seungmin was calling him small.
In comparison, yes. He was. Length-wise. But he won in the girth department. He had stared shamelessly earlier, Seungmin's dick long, yet slim. Almost as refined as the rest of him.
"Does it matter? You're a bottom bitch, my bottom bitch." Seungmin hummed, that cocky grin returning to his face as he wiped his lubricated fingers against the towel. "You're my beautiful, precious boy. And you stay on the bottom."
Changbin rolled his eyes, again, before laughing fondly. "Can't even argue with that."
"Good boy." Seungmin snorted, reaching down to tap Changbin's round cheek twice.
The younger moved to grab the lube again, settling himself properly. He kneeled on the bed and pushed his knees under Changbin's thighs, forcing the shorter one to raise his spread legs, until he felt them pressing the pillow out from under Changbin. He forgot about the lube for a second, pushing his hands under Changbin's knees before gripping onto them, yanking the male up onto his thighs. He listened to the loud gasp he got in response, about to make a remark until he noticed the panicked expression on his beloved's face. Sweet, perfect Changbin. A face too pretty to look so upset.
"Bin?" Seungmin was concerned, his brows furrowed.
"Please– Please don't force me into a position that makes my body bend too much." Changbin struggled, his own brows knitting together; expressing his obvious distress over something. "I... Don't like the way I look today."
"Is this okay?" Seungmin asked softly, puppy eyes looking for any sign of approval on the older male's face.
"Does it look bad?"
The pure sound of devastation that was laced in Changbin's seemingly innocent question almost broke Seungmin the second it left the boy's mouth.
"Does what look bad, baby?"
Changbin's eyes drifted off to the side, looking anywhere but Seungmin as he moved a hand to his stomach. Seungmin frowned. His hands moved on their own accord, gently feeling over the soft flesh, loving the gentle squish it had. His stomach bunched up a little with the position, but every body did that. Even Seungmin's. There were faded stretch marks, barely noticeable, but something Changbin has repeatedly complained about. All these changes. All these changes and Changbin seemed to hate all of them.
"You know your tummy bunched up like this even when you were little, right?" Seungmin finally broke the silence, pressing his palms against Changbin's stomach, fingers splayed over the marks. "Had you pinned like this years ago, your tank rode up. It still bunched up."
Changbin let out the breath he was holding.
"You let people get into your head. And then you just bottle up all this negativity." Seungmin didn't sound scolding, he just sounded focused. "Until you're a little ball of insecurity, about to burst."
And then he huffed. Seungmin raised a brow.
"Don't be moody."
Changbin huffed for the second time.
Seungmin rolled his eyes, leaning over Changbin, scrunching both of their bodies up. The balls of his palms slid across the soft sheets, fingers pointed upwards; searching for something to grip onto. Their bodies were forced together, Seungmin immediately beginning to leave disgustingly wet kisses along Changbin's jawline. Changbin's face scrunched up, attempting to shove Seungmin away through muted laughter.
"Minnie, don't be gross." He groaned through sounds of joy, trying to lean his head back and away from the attack of wetness.
"I don't like my braces." Seungmin started between kisses, breathing heavily against Changbin's skin. "I don't like my eyes, either."
"Seungmin–"
"Or, at least, I didn't." The younger continued, using one hand to force Changbin's hand down towards his stomach. "But you changed how I felt about them."
Changbin bit down on his bottom lip, feeling the way Seungmin's stomach also bunched up.
"You're so dumb, hyung." Seungmin teased, a shaky breath escaping past his lips over the sensations cold fingertips left on his skin as they ghosted over his stomach. "So fucking dumb. But you're so– So perfect, it makes me so mad."
Changbin was barely listening, stuck staring at the roof as he replayed the sound of Seungmin's shaky breath in his head over and over again. He knew for sure now that Seungmin was going to whimper.
"You're just so nice to look at. You're so beautiful, I feel myself falling head over heels every time I see you." Seungmin grunted, letting Changbin's curious hands explore his frame; another shaky breath landing against the male's neck. "I just want to hold you in my arms forever. Love on you. Kiss you on the places that make you giggle."
Changbin became shy, face flushed, but eyes so wide and full of stars. He mapped out Seungmin's body, from his chest to his stomach, with his hands. The wet kisses against his neck made him nervous, not able to risk letting Seungmin leave a hickey, but also really not caring if the younger did or not. "Don't say outlandish things." He mumbled out empty words, in awe over the way Seungmin easily washed away his insecurities every single time.
Seungmin was someone he could talk to, not in hopes of having someone provide him with a solution, but just to have someone genuinely listen to him. Seungmin never made a suggestion on what to do to feel better. He just spoke the blatant truth with a deadpan expression.
But currently, he was stuttering out his truth with a clouded gaze; hips rutting down against Changbin's hopelessly – Subtly, even.
"Love you so much. I wanna drown in your presence." Seungmin was practically rambling, finally caving to his urges; drool gathering in the corners of his lips.
He had controlled himself long enough.
Seungmin parted his lips, biting down against Changbin's neck immediately. He felt strong hands grip onto his arms, the shorter male letting out some sort of gargled noise in response to being bitten. Both of them knew they shouldn't. They knew. But they didn't care. Seungmin continued to bite, suck and lick at the skin of Changbin's neck, letting the prettiest colours bloom and spread. He pulled away after the fifth bite-mark-turned-hickey, staring down at the prettiest, fucked-out face. God, he was rock solid and entirely impatient at this point.
"Sorry, hyung."
Changbin blinked, the sound of Seungmin's apology bringing him back down.
"I'll just wear a turtleneck." He mumbled, that sly, sideways grin forming on the pretty petals he called his lips. "Do I look pretty?"
Seungmin was breathless. Watching Changbin raise a hand to trace his fingers across the marks on his neck. He was so incredibly down bad. He whimpered.
"The prettiest."
Their stomachs were a mess of precum, Seungmin having trapped Changbin's dick between their bodies when he leaned over. It was beyond late at this point, nearing the early hours of two in the morning. They had no concerts or performances to attend the next day, but Chan was sure to want to drag them around to go sight-seeing. But that wasn't on Seungmin's to-do list. He wanted to wake up next to the one he loved, if he was allowed to stick around after this. But if anyone knew Changbin like he did, they'd know that the older wouldn't want to be left alone after something like this, growing incredibly needy and craving to be held all throughout the night.
"Min."
The younger snapped out of his thoughts, focusing his gaze back on the male beneath him.
"You're edging me." Changbin teased softly, smiling despite the fact his body was overwhelmed with a need to finally be pleasured properly. "Shove your dick in me and make me whine like it's all I'm good for."
"You're good for so much more than that." Seungmin hummed, reaching for the lube again, finally. He popped the cap and let the liquid drizzle into his palm.
"Like?"
"Being a good, perfect boy while I use you as a cumdump." Seungmin flicked his gaze back to Changbin's face, eyes fluttering slightly as he wrapped his now-cold palm around his cock. "You're going to take every single drop, and if anything leaks out, I think I just might have to punish you." He sighed loudly, letting his head drop to the side. "Is that fair?"
Changbin nodded quickly.
"Be obedient, puppy. You'll get rewarded."
"I'll be good."
Seungmin couldn't help but grin, brushing his tongue across the metal on his teeth. He's spent years, countless hours a day, fantasising and dreaming about the moment he finally got to fuck Changbin. When he got confident with himself and his abilities, he started to incorporate degradation into their make-outs, sucking in deep breath after deep breath to control himself. Changbin would be starry-eyed and drooling, staring up at him as his hand was relentless in the boy's pretty black curls. But he'd plead, he'd beg. "I'm a good boy, Seungmin. Please– I'm a good puppy." And, Oh– Was Changbin the best puppy. So beautiful, so obedient. The best Seungmin has ever had.
The hardest part for them, was being so helplessly in love with each other, knowing there was no possible way of them being able to be together as any other normal couple. But that was a problem for the them of tomorrow.
"Is puppy ready? Does he wanna be stuffed full?" Seungmin teased, having to pull his hand off himself after the last few strokes, watching Changbin's quick nods. "Yeah? He wants to be so full and so pretty?"
"Wanna be so full."
"Yeah, you do."
Seungmin gently pried honey thighs apart, having to control the shiver that threatened to run down his spine over the sight of his marks across Changbin's inner thighs. The pretty boy wouldn't be allowed to walk around in his signature shorts until they faded. There was ways to excuse hickeys, but not bite marks and subtle indents coming from braces. Changbin was practically quivering with anticipation under Seungmin's hold, heart beating so loudly it was all he could hear. He'd been wanting this– No, craving this, for years. From the moment Seungmin started to steal the control from him every time they kissed. Seungmin pressed the tip against Changbin's rim, listening to the loud hitch of breath he got in response.
"So wet. Look at the way you drool for me." The younger breathed out, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth to stop himself from spitting out obscenities.
He likes the way Changbin reacts to being degraded, but he's never gone as far as his brain wants him to.
Seungmin gently pushed the tip of his cock past the muscle of Changbin's rim, one hand guiding himself, while the other holds onto the beauty's hip tightly. Changbin sucks in another quick breath, his head rolling slowly, side to side; curls spilling out onto the plush sheets beneath him. Seungmin pushes in deeper, letting the needy hole suck him further in. He let his bottom lip go to breathe out, intoxicated by the warm heat that clenched around him.
"Such a desperate little fuckhole. Look at you. You're pulling me in as if three inches isn't enough for a cockslut like you." Seungmin spoke slowly, voice wavering as he watched himself push in; inch by delicious inch being swallowed up by Changbin. "Need the full six."
Changbin's cock shamelessly leaked, so red and messy with precum. A soft whine was pulled from his chest, face red; skin burning. If anyone could make his mind numb, it was Seungmin.
In no time, their hips were flush together. Changbin's chest heaved with every heavy breath, Seungmin's beautiful, boney fingers not having been enough to prepare him for this. "Deep breaths, baby. Nice and slow." Seungmin soothed, thumbs rubbing circles into the bones of Changbin's hips. He watched and waited until the panting coming from his lover faded into calmer, controlled breaths. Changbin rested his head to the side, round cheek pressed against his shoulder. Drool leaked from his bottom lip, pooling down onto the skin of his shoulder. Pretty eyes were closed, brows that were once deeply furrowed relaxing slightly. Seungmin gave him time to adjust, the discomfort burning in his core turning into a gentle pleasure. Until the gentleness was no longer there and Changbin was consciously aware of the fact he was desperate for movement.
"Please." Is all he can manage, mind foggy with need.
Seungmin pulls out slowly, almost all the way; just until only his cockhead rested within the tight heat. He steadies himself, holding onto Changbin's hips properly again. He leaned his body back slightly, before he drives himself back in, hard. Hard enough to shock a moan out of Changbin, the smaller male's lips parting to let another wave of drool slip down his face.
"Changbinnie."
"Mmh..."
"Eye-contact, baby. Let me see your pretty eyes."
Changbin blinked a few times to refocus his gaze, looking up at Seungmin without moving his face. Seungmin smiled, giving the boy's hip a light tap before beginning to set his pace. He liked the eye-contact. He loved staring into those deep, dark eyes, not quite as round, but they were soft and welcoming to him. Beautiful. His lips parted, breathing out heavily under such an intense gaze. He was the centre of Changbin's universe at that current moment.
"Taking me so well. That's a good boy." Seungmin spoke softly, strands of pink hair falling into his eyes, parted bangs falling back into place. Changbin preferred it that way. "So good and so pretty for me."
A smile graced itself upon Changbin's face, getting a little flustered. He loved the way Seungmin incorporated both praise and degradation into their time together. Most of their kinks and enjoyments were discovered on accident, the two making noodles before the hot water splashed up onto Seungmin's hand; causing him to call the pot of noodles a "stupid fucking bitch". That was the realisation for Changbin. Seungmin realised his enjoyment for spit when teasing Changbin, frustrating the male to the point he got spitefully spat on. Which caused Changbin's action to backfire. Changbin just really liked Seungmin's teeth, and Seungmin just really liked the idea of biting him, which became an easy discovery of its own.
Seungmin set a quick pace; which Changbin didn't mind, enjoying the gentle tug to his hips, urging him back slightly to meet Seungmin's with every thrust. Breathy whines and pretty little moans poured past his lips, eyes fluttering at points in time, threatening to roll back in his head. But he had to watch. Had to look at his lover. Seungmin tilted his head to the side, pushing his bottom lip between his teeth to stop himself from grinning like a fool. Just watching Changbin struggle to maintain the eye-contact was setting him off; feeling that burn in his core.
"It's okay. Close your eyes and look away. Focus on the cock that's splitting you into two."
Changbin writhed over that, because Seungmin wasn't even wrong. He felt like he'd split in half at any minute. His back arched off the bed, throwing his head back before quickly reaching his arms down to hold onto Seungmin's wrists; unconsciously pressing his pecs closer together.
"Look at you. Trying to put a show on for me, pretty boy?" Seungmin breathed out, focusing on Changbin's perky chest a little more than he felt he should.
Changbin lost all sense of self control, noises spilling from his lips – sobs, whines, pleas and a mixture of Seungmin's name, and complete nonsense. He clenched his eyes shut, doing exactly as Seungmin said, and focusing on nothing else but the slide of Seungmin's cock within him. So smoothly, yet so quick. It'd hit the point to where the head would graze against his prostate briefly, sending a jolt up his spine each time, causing another pathetic gush of precum to slip down his cock; which throbbed uselessly between his spread thighs. He was a mess of wetness. Drool leaking down his chin and cheek, dependant on the positioning of his head. Sweat coated his honey skin, making his black curls stick to his forehead. His abdomen was covered, sticky with precum. Seungmin was making an absolute mess out of him.
Seungmin's hair was damp with his own sweat, pink and brown meshing and sticking to his forehead and nape. His bottom lip had started to swell up due to the abuse it's been enduring, constantly worried between his teeth everytime Changbin so much as moves. Fuck, he wanted to spit on boy beneath him again, watch him flinch and wipe it off his face; or try to lick it off by bringing his tongue to his cheek. But Changbin was lost in his own little world, and that's what he wanted. Seungmin didn't have the heart to ruin that just so he could get what he wanted. A strong grip kept his wrists in place, motivating him to tighten his hold on Changbin's hips, intending on leaving a mark. He could just feel drool building up in the corners of his mouth, hips stuttering over the thought of hand-shaped bruises adorning such lovely hips.
"Seungmin–"
There's a desperation to Changbin's tone, pitchy and loud, not a care in the world. Seungmin honestly wouldn't be surprised if they were greeted with a long lecture and scolding by the oldest in the morning. Not that he'd care, he'd wake up with that post-sex buzz and afterglow. He'd be too caught up in the memories of the night he shared with Changbin to truly care; or listen, as he got lectured.
"Seungmin–! Fuck. Seungmin, please–!"
He was breathless. Just watching Changbin writhe, struggle and cry out his name was enough to make him feel winded. He gasped, the sound almost coming out gargled due to the saliva build-up in his mouth. Changbin's clenching. He's clenching and Seungmin's eyes are rolling. The younger struggled, his pace being slowed as he continued to try and fuck through the tight heat, sweat leaking down the bridge of his nose, dripping off of the tip.
"That's it, Binnie. That's it." He soothed, fingernails digging into the skin of his wrists. "That's a good boy."
Changbin's vision was blurring, the edges of it turning white, as he struggled to keep it together. His mind was falling numb, barely able to keep a conscious thought in his head, apart from Seungmin. All he could think about was Seungmin. The only word that could leave his mouth, that didn't sound like complete nonsense, was Seungmin's name. With one last sharp thrust, hips slightly angled with purpose, all he's seeing is fireworks as his vision blanks out entirely.
A mixture of both a broken cry and Seungmin's name leaves his throat, body shaking and shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His cock finally has use as it releases white against his chest, coating beautiful sunkissed skin in cum. Something for Seungmin to lick up once he was finished. Changbin mentally clocked out, body falling limp apart from the occasional muscle spasm; hands falling from Seungmin's wrists to rest idly by his sides.
"You were so good." Seungmin whispers, panting heavily as he fucks Changbin through his orgasm. "So perfect for me." He's rasping, continuing to thrust at his desperate, sloppy pace. Continuing to fuck Changbin even after he's finished and over-sensitive.
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth again, throwing his head back to let out a guttural groan. Changbin's clenching again, the beautiful boy's body conscious of the overstimulation. But that's all Seungmin needs. He pulled Changbin's hips back until they were flush together again, his hips stuttering before coming to a stop. He doesn't even consider the idea of pulling out, letting out a long hum before spilling inside of Changbin. He releases his lip from between his teeth, whimpering softly as he continues to jerk his hips forward slightly, finishing off with a shiver.
He had to take a moment to himself, blinking rapidly. His brain was full of that post-orgasm haze, sucking in deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. He pulled out slowly, wincing over the obscene noise it made. He was just worried about Changbin.
"Changbinnie..."
He watched the gentle rise and fall of Changbin's chest, furrowing his brows together. He needed to look after him. Seungmin stumbled off the bed, somehow managing to get himself into the bathroom. His legs felt like jelly. He found one of the spare wash cloths, putting it in the sink before running warm water over it. He spent a quick minute washing himself off, wiping the sweat off his body, as well as cleaning the cum and lube off his dick. Not his most favourite feeling in the world. He wasted no time in rinsing the cloth off and soaking it in warm water again, rushing back over to his zoned out partner.
"Changbin-ah." He tried again, climbing back onto the bed. He gently cupped Changbin's cheeks within his palms, brushing his thumbs over the sweaty skin. "It's time to come back down."
"Mmh..."
"Yeah, you. Come on. You did so well, you were so good. But now it's time for pretty boys to get clean and comfortable." Seungmin chuckled softly, leaning in to place gentle kisses all across Changbin's face, just to elicit giggles and awareness. "Pretty boys need to eat, too."
"Tired..." Changbin mumbled, smiling happily to himself as he began to stretch slowly.
"Tired and dirty. But you have to eat first, okay?"
"M'kay..."
Seungmin was gentle, treating Changbin as if he were delicate, while he cleaned his partner off. He made sure the cloth wasn't too rough against Changbin's skin, and that it wasn't too cold or too warm. He made sure to gently pepper any marks, bruises and bites with kisses as he cleaned the boy, especially soothing Changbin's poor hips. He brought over some of the food they had ordered, while packing everything else into the fridge. He lorded over Changbin until he drank the entire glass of water that he had provided, once again rewarding the pretty boy with kisses.
"Do you want me to tuck you in?" Seungmin teased softly as he watched Changbin crawl under the covers, not even having noticed before that the shorter one had snatched up his shirt and put it on.
"You're not joining?" Changbin looked devastated, boba eyes so bright as he gazed up at the taller one.
"Of course I am. How could I ever leave you?" Seungmin cooed, brushing Changbin's hair back so he could gently kiss his forehead. "I need to cuddle the most beautiful boy in the world in order to sleep."
Changbin let out amused giggles, his eyes rolling as he flopped onto his side. He felt the bed dip around him as Seungmin got under the blanket as well. He had put his underwear and shorts back on, his shirt currently on Changbin's body. His arms wrapped around Changbin's waist, pulling the male closer until the shorter's back was slotted against his chest. Changbin was so warm, like a free hot pack that he could just hold for hours. Seungmin splayed his hands across Changbin's soft tummy, kissing the back of the male's head repeatedly.
"Do you think, all these changes have been, and will be, for the best?" Changbin whispered, placing his hands over Seungmin's.
"Of course. If everything changes for us now, at least I have you." Seungmin reassured, pressing his face against the side of Changbin's neck.
"You always reassure me." Changbin let out laughter, so entirely comforted by Kim Seungmin.
"How's the most beautiful boy in the world feeling now?"
"So fucking happy."
Seungmin was satisfied with that answer.