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There's something about watching Kihyun work out. Whether it's actually watching him with his equipment, or observing the aftermath: flushed cheeks, uneven breathing, that satisfied glow radiating off him.
It’s captivating.
It’s also not good for Changkyun.
It’s not even because of the noises, because yeah Kihyun is loud , he’s the walking personification of onomatopoeia, and it’s more than distracting from time to time, but - Changkyun is able to ignore those, or tune them out, six years of knowing each other and living together has that benefit of not immediately jumping the other man when he’s being himself and loud (there have been various way of jumping Kihyun over the years… not all of them bringing good results).
But.
They work out together, from time to time. When Changkyun actively started working out Kihyun had helped him out, guided him with the limited knowledge he has because he likes showing off what he knows. And it's not that Changkyun dislikes it. But working out with Kihyun is not good for him, having those eyes watching his every move or watching him in turn demonstrate how to use certain equipment even though Changkyun already knows but doesn't remind him because Kihyun knows that he knows, but Changkyun isn't stopping him. So he won't stop.
But, watching Kihyun work out is gnawing away at his sanity. Watching him get buff over the years, especially the last few, the vocalist buying equipment and creating his own routines and being serious about it while Changkyun despaired over just the mere thought of doing the same, staying his scrawny self while Kihyun actively needed new clothes because his old ones wouldn’t fit anymore -
Maybe one of the reasons why Changkyun started diligently working out himself was so he could compete with Kihyun. Just maybe. No one needs to know.
Fact is, Kihyun working out? Not good for his health. So he kinda tried avoiding him whenever he does. Having his boyfriend pressed to his side post-workout on the couch, warm and vibrating with energy isn't necessarily easier, but it's more manageable. Sometimes.
And of course, Kihyun knows that all too well. With that knowing grin, not quite a smirk when there's no camera in his face but oh so similar nonetheless he knows exactly what he's doing to Changkyun. And, again, despite his inner struggle - Changkyun doesn't stop him.
There are days when he does. When he just needs to give him a look over his nose and widen his shoulders a little, and Kihyun's putty in his hands. It doesn't happen often. Not because it's disliked or unwelcome. It's more because there's a certain kind of satisfaction, when Kihyun looks for him after working out. When he's radiating contentment and exhaustion and vitality alike. When his eyes have that shine in them, when his smile is particularly wide. When he grins at Changkyun through the phone screen, teeth blinding in the low purple lights of his studio, hair messy and falling over his eyebrows.
When he says,
"Kyunnie, come to my room tonight?"
Because he's feeling good and refreshed and nice and wants to share that with Changkyun.
And if there's one thing in their relationship that's irrefutable: he's very whipped, and despite his cool demeanor, very weak for Kihyun.
MX
When Changkyun gets home Kihyun's playing a game with Minhyuk in the living room, freshly showered and wearing just a simple white shirt and gray sweats. He's practically glowing, even as Minhyuk beats him, and doesn't even shout, just turns around to grin brightly at Changkyun.
"Welcome home, Kyunnie."
"Changkyun, I beat him the last three times and he’s always playing it cool, it’s annoying.”
“Have you tried losing on purpose?” is all Changkyun replies, plopping himself down on the unoccupied corner of the couch with a groan. Minhyuk huffs, offended.
“Even if it’s on purpose, I’d never give him that satisfaction.”
Changkyun just waves his hand in the air, stretching himself out with half of his body on the floor, letting his hyungs’ bickering wash over him.
Kihyun ends up winning the next round anyway, face more than smug and riling up Minhyuk even more.
Changkyun leaves them to their game and goes to take a shower.
MX
They’re still at it when he returns, flush from the shower with a loose oversized shirt and boxers. Kihyun’s eyes fall on him for a second that costs him his win, Minhyuk grumbling when he still doesn’t get upset. Changkyun takes one pack of yogurt from the fridge and plops himself back down on the couch, flustering slightly when Kihyun is still giving him intense bedroom eyes. Luckily Minhyuk starts another round and Changkyun has the chance to try and compose himself.
He watches them for a while, enjoying his evening snack, at least until Kihyun gets so into the game that he starts moaning in protest whenever things don’t go his way, and Changkyun’s already riled up libido makes itself known.
"Do you guys have any plans tonight?" Minhyuk asks, mashing the buttons of his controller like his life depends on it.
"I'll be in Kihyunnie-hyung's room," Changkyun mumbles, distracted by the veins in Kihyun's neck as he clenches his jaw, fighting back against Minhyuk's merciless attack. And even though he loses again, he ends up smirking, tilting his head to the side and giving Changkyun a side glance, visibly pleased when he finds him already looking at his neck.
Minhyuk leans back and stretches, cutting off their eye contact.
"Gotcha, I'm gonna play music then."
Changkyun hums, pressing his legs together, hoping the gaming session will end soon.
MX
Kihyun's room doesn't have the warm colours like Changkyun's or the cool ones like Minhyuk's. And yet, it feels refreshing, and cozy, amidst all the work out equipment, the guitar and camera and mirror. And Kihyun's smile lights up the room on its own, pulling Changkyun close towards him and giving him a chaste kiss, cheeks glowing.
"Hey, Changkyunnie."
And Changkyun is helplessly drawn to him, to his warmth and his still slightly pumped up muscles and his soft hair framing his eyes and the mole on the corner of his mouth almost disappearing from sight with how wide his smile stretches. Changkyun is drawn to it all. So he takes Kihyun's hands in his and kisses him back, lips moving slowly and lovingly over lips, no rush despite his heart already drumming wildly in his chest.
"Hey, babe," he whispers, voice almost inaudible with how low it's gotten, Kihyun humming as he shivers and presses them more together.
"Waiting for you to come home was torture, I'll have you know."
Changkyun huffs a laugh, walking his boyfriend carefully into a wall, their legs tangling, peppering his face with short, sweet kisses.
"I wanted nothing more than to go home after your call, but you also told me to work hard, so what was I supposed to do?"
"How diligent," Kihyun teases, bumping their foreheads together. And even though Changkyun gets cross-eyed he keeps looking into his eyes, entwining their fingers and slowly bringing them up on either side of Kihyun's head. He doesn't fight it, allows Changkyun to do so with a little flex of his biceps, making him laugh again.
"You've worked hard too, hyung, so I can't give anything less than my all."
Kihyun pulls him closer by hooking one leg around his knees, hands pliant where Changkyun patiently holds them up, waiting for what will come next, for what Kihyun will ask of him.
"You're so perfect, Changkyunnie," the praise zings mercilessly straight through him, "I'm so happy you're already home now. I missed you."
"I missed you too, I'm here now."
And Kihyun tilts his head forward and kisses him more deeply, Changkyun’s mouth readily falling open for his tongue, one of his bare legs slipping between Kihyun's and pressing him even more against the wall.
He loves being so close to him. Loves knowing that Kihyun isn't exaggerating when he says he has been waiting for him, keeping himself busy by rowing and lifting weights and whatever kind of exercises he can come up with, directing all his pent up energy to his equipment. It would be flattering, and it is, if Changkyun didn't know that their full schedules aren't helping in relaxing Kihyun in any way. There's a reason Changkyun himself is once again constantly holed up in his studio.
They barely have any time for themselves these days. So when Kihyun calls him with a blinding smile and the slightest sheen of sweat making his skin shine, doesn't keep the call short and efficient but stretches it out, looking at Changkyun in that way that is unmistakable even through a small lagging phone screen - then Changkyun drops everything to be with him. Because there's simply nothing else he loves more.
Nothing else than right here, pressed together tightly, watching his boyfriend, holding onto him and letting himself be swept away.
Changkyun presses his thigh up higher between Kihyun's legs and lets him roll his hips down, slowly, languidly, however Kihyun wants it. He noses at his neck, kissing and licking but biting only the slightest bit, as to not leave marks. Changkyun doesn't do more, not yet. He got into position and lets Kihyun take his pleasure now, relishes in Kihyun's moans and groans and high gasps, knowing that it's his presence, his body, his voice that has Kihyun feeling so good. He nibbles over an ear, murmuring lowly mindless compliments and comments, whatever comes into his mind. He isn't keen on dirty talking today, not when he is so ready to let Kihyun take and take and he himself give and give, until they are both worn out and the subtle stress lines on his hyung’s face have all evened out.
They both need this and Kihyun initiated it and Changkyun is here and willing and so ready.
“Fuck me, Changkyun,” Kihyun whispers against his lips, pushing against the hold Changkyun has on his wrists and breaking free easily, crossing his fingers at the back of Changkyun’s head and tugging lightly on his hair, though quickly pushing him back onto his own lips. “C’mon baby, just, fuck, I want you so bad I’m going crazy.”
Even the most strong-willed people would cave in when that beautiful voice said that against their lips. Changkyun groans, low and deep, his hands falling to those hips and sliding under Kihyun’s shirt, pulling it up and off, feeling his warm skin and that makes his dick jump. Kihyun gasps lightly when his hips rut forward against his own erection, further fueling the lust flowing through Changkyun’s veins.
He lifts him up, stumbles a little because no matter how much he works out he just is never strong enough to lift Kihyun who has no trouble whatsoever doing the same to him. But Changkyun still tries again and again, and it's more than rewarding to hear Kihyun giggle at his attempts, downright laughing when they crash on his bed in a chaotic tangle of limbs and joins jammed into soft skin, because he is whipped and knows Kihyun appreciates the efforts. Doesn't necessarily like being lifted but doesn't mind it so much when it's Changkyun. Is all too eager to show him who really can lift the other another time.
Changkyun pushes himself up on his hands and knees, reluctantly lifting his face away from where he landed squished into Kihyun's chest, and shakes his hair out of his eyes. Kihyun stays on his back, watching him tower above him with a crooked smile, fingers playing with the hem of Changkyun's oversized shirt hanging off his frame.
He looks so tempting like this, dark hair messy and fanned out around his head, bare face, no makeup, no anything, just purely him. So incredibly handsome and sharp and pretty with the light falling over him.
"Changkyun."
He calls for him and Changkyun falls back into his orbit, threading one hand into Kihyun’s hair to kiss him more properly, the way he deserves.
Kihyun reluctantly separates their lips, shimmying more properly onto the bed, readily lifting his hips when Changkyun pulls at his sweatpants, and Changkyun can't help himself, breathing in sharply when he pulls the sweatpants down and is met with Kihyun's bare dick, no underwear, almost fully hard staring right back at him.
Kihyun just lifts an eyebrow at him: "You look like you wanna say something."
"..."
Kihyun smirks.
"You know exactly what I wanna say," Changkyun grumbles good naturedly, throwing the pants off the bed and sliding his hands up muscled legs to silence the protest he already sees forming on Kihyun's lips. Kihyun huffs, parting his legs a little when Changkyun's fingers reach his inner thighs and demandingly pulls him back to his lips, holding the sides of his jaw, kissing him with so much force Changkyun is helpless to give up control to him.
Kihyun lets him go after their mouths are getting slick and messy with spit, panting breaths washing over their faces, and Changkyun settles properly in between his legs, the fabric of his own underwear brushing against Kihyun's warm skin and making him shiver.
He feels both desperate and serene, blood flowing hotly through him but still waiting for what Kihyun wants, stalling his own pleasure purely because he knows Kihyun likes it that way.
“Get the lube, baby, I’ve waited so long.”
And finally, there are the words he’s been longing to hear, groaning when Kihyun pushes his hips upwards to brush their dicks together. It pulls a high whine from Kihyun, bare dick meeting the straining fabric that are Changkyun’s boxers. He looks like a vision, red all over with how he’s working himself up and Changkyun can’t make him wait any longer. He quickly searches for the bottle of lube, faltering slightly when Kihyun starts mouthing at his jaw. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to purposefully delay them.
When he finally finds the lube he gently pushes Kihyun back down onto the bed, stopping all points of contact and the protesting grumble with a small smile.
“I’m here now,” he pitches his voice deep, satisfaction pooling in his stomach when Kihyun’s mouth falls open and he relaxes against the sheets, thighs flexing slightly on either side of Changkyun’s hips.
Changkyun lost count of how many times he had Kihyun like this in front of him (scratch that, he knows exactly how many times. And yet every time feels new, feels special, feels like he was handed a priceless gift) because the sight is ensnaring him again and again and again. Because Kihyun knows what he wants, he knows what he likes and with Changkyun he rarely is too shy or embarrassed to ask for it. And that is something that Changkyun envies him for, admires him for, because no matter how desperate he is or how much he wants it, there is always a small voice in his head holding him back. Kihyun is by no means open and out there with their relationship, Minhyuk being the only one who really gets to see them be a couple, but Kihyun is a confident lover with Changkyun, when it's just the two of them. Which is, again, a gift so precious Changkyun could choke up while he’s fingering him open.
“Haaah…”
Kihyun moans, high and breathy, his legs constantly moving over the sheets while Changkyun starts kissing all over his front but mainly focusing on his soft stomach. By now his fingers are just moving by themselves, the lube quietly squelching with every small thrust, and he’s relishing in every sound he can draw from Kihyun this way.
“You’re so gorgeous…”
“Kyun- …aAH!”
He finds Kihyun’s prostate and kneads his fingers into the spot, relishing in his cries of pleasure and his own dick pulsing with how hard he is, how much he wants.
“Kyunnie, Changkyun, I, I’m close already, fuck-!”
He pulls his fingers out, suddenly overcome with need.
In a display of strength that visibly catches Kihyun off guard, Changkyun takes each of his thighs in hand, gripping very tightly into the flesh, and hoists his legs up, up, up and over so that his butt is in the air and all his weight is on his shoulders and he's glad Kihyun has a pillow under his head at the moment.
"Changkyun, what-" But the rapper scoots closer, supporting his back with his own legs and body, and looks at him from in between the legs dangling helplessly in the air.
Kihyun is blushing. He isn't nearly as flexible as Changkyun, and he can't hold his position for long either, probably already feeling the strain in his back, but Changkyun stares at him with so much focus he’s rendered speechless.
Changkyun looks at his boyfriend, at his flushed face, and he might've not thought this through properly because with this position, with how far he bent Kihyun, it pushes out his glorious chest a lot, and he wants to bite so, so bad. Unconsciously he clenches his fingers even tighter around the thighs in his grip, not having realized how his mouth had fallen open and his tongue stuck out, only when Kihyun wiggled his legs and made a protesting sound does he snap back and swallows the saliva before he would actually start drooling.
So, to distract himself, and actually do what he put Kihyun in this position for in the first place, he sorrowfully rips his eyes away from the heaving chest, ignores the delicious thighs probably already sporting red bruises, and dives in between the cheeks of that cute little butt and sucks .
Kihyun cries out, fisting his hands in the sheets, not being able to move with how Changkyun holds him in place. With every suck, every lick at his stretched hole he gets louder, calling out Changkyun’s name and various curses, moaning and groaning, he’s so loud and Changkyun loves it, becomes a little more wild and starts to mouth along his taint towards his balls, releasing one leg to thrust three fingers back inside.
Kihyun whines, long and drawn out, hips jerking violently when Changkyun closes a hand around his dick, presses into his prostate and sucks at his rim.
He pulls away just in time to watch Kihyun come, gently lowers his twitching hips back down as come continues coating his shirt and Kihyun’s holding onto his sheets for dear life, mouth wet and open and panting harshly.
“You’re so beautiful Ki, so hot, so sexy-” Changkyun has to cut himself off with a groan, a hand shooting to his own desperately hard dick. He fumbles with his underwear and roughly pushes it down to touch himself, not able to rip his eyes away from Kihyun who’s staring up at the ceiling with glassy eyes, chest heaving and dick weakly twitching in aftershocks.
Changkyun doesn’t know what’s come over him, but he leans down to mouth at Kihyun’s soft dick, licking him clean as best as he can and moaning loudly when his own dick feels like it’s on fire with how hard he is. Kihyun whines above him, pushing him away but also tangling his hands in his hair, pulling him up so that their eyes meet. He looks so undone, so fucked out, but his eyes are burning into Changkyun. Changkyun, who’s pumping his hand desperately, he’s so so close, he just needs-
“Come for me, baby.”
He moans into Kihyun’s thigh, spilling into his hand with short, erratic thrusts, the fingers in his hair tugging slightly to help him along.
Kihyun's hand is trembling but feels so good in his hair, carding through the strands and calming him down, the same way Changkyun is caressing over his hips and thighs and kisses around his stomach. They're a mess, exhausted but sated.
After resting like that a little while longer Kihyun nudges him with his legs still trembling slightly, and Changkyun languidly crawls up his body to flop down next to him, making sure to not get come on Kihyun's sheets, his soiled hand curling in his own shirt. Kihyun huffs at him and kocks their foreheads together, tired but fond eyes staring into his own.
“You were great, baby.”
Changkyun kisses him.
He loves him so much.
He’s so fucking in love and just wants Kihyun forever and however possible, whatever Kihyun will let him have.
MX
Kihyun has that uncanny talent to deliberately rile Changkyun up but then interact with him like nothing happened at all.
It drives Changkyun mad. A good mad, a very good one, because he loves this game he plays with Kihyun, the push and pull that's intercepted by innocent touches and clueless hugs. He loves not knowing the outcome of it, because Kihyun can be so predictable but also not. Earlier he's had an arm innocently slung over Changkyun's shoulder but then started sliding his hand down his back and kept caressing him there, going down as far as the swell of his ass but never fully touching, staying in the dip of his spine like the worst tease alive, fingers sliding beneath the waistband of his pants and tugging lightly on it, all of it out of sight of the others as they discussed their upcoming stages.
It's thrilling. Frustrating, when Kihyun innocently looks at him with a genuine expression when he asks him what he wants for dinner tonight. As if he hadn't been stoking a flame for over an hour.
Changkyun can't wait until they're alone in his room. Can't wait to see how things will play out later.
If he feels Kihyun up under the table at their company, kneading his thighs with a bored expression, then it's simple payback. The grin tugging at his hyung's lips is a rewarding bonus.
MX
They crash against Changkyun's closed bedroom door in a tangle of limbs, Changkyun pressed against the wood by 175cm of horny, teasing Yoo Kihyun who sucks on his tongue like a starving man. Who fumbles to find his wrists and presses them firmly against the door, aligning their bodies so they're as close as they can be, hot and flushed skin trapped underneath clothing that does nothing to alleviate the desperation connecting them. Changkyun feels the wonderfully defined muscles against his own, a hard and heavy bulge on his crotch. Kihyun is so aggressive that he already feels himself slipping, a haze tickling at the corners of his mind, widening his legs so Kihyun falls more into him with a high-pitched moan--
“Fuck me, Changkyun.”
And, oh he immediately snaps back from whatever trance he’s fallen into, straightening up as best as he can with his arms still trapped, tilting his face away from the assault of biting kisses on his mouth to close his teeth around one of Kihyun's earrings, tugging and feeling his hyung shiver and momentarily halt.
“Whatever you want, Ki," he murmurs, wanted to go for seductive but instead his voice comes out all breathy and shaky around the edges, saturated with the accumulated arousal from the day.
It has the intended effect nonetheless, because Kihyun lets go of his wrists to grab his head and kiss him again, leaving Changkyun to roam his freed hands over his body and clumsily directing them towards his bed.
A thought flits through his head, together with giddy excitement, and instead of teasingly shoving Kihyun onto the sheets, he plunges his hands down his sweatpants in exaggerated revenge for what he'd done to him early, diving straight past his underwear to cup his cheeks and squeeze them with a delighted hum, grinning as Kihyun again stops his kissing assault to groan loudly, canting his hips into the touch.
"Changkyun…"
His voice is so beautifully raspy, tilting his head back as Changkyun slides his fingers between his cheeks and pulls them apart, ghosting over his hole.
"Can't wait to give you what you want, Kihyunnie, you've been teasing me all day and all I could think about was this."
Kihyun manages a sharp grin, his teeth all on display as he runs his own hands down Changkyun's chest and abdomen and slipping beneath the oversized shirt he's wearing, gripping his waist.
"I really can't help it, when you have such a beautiful body that is calling for me to touch it."
Changkyun huffs and positions one of his thighs directly against where Kihyun is straining against his pants, pressing upwards and watching intensely as he immediately grinds down with a flutter of his eyes.
He puts one forefinger directly over his hole and taps lightly against it, enjoying how Kihyun spasms on his thigh and curls slightly in on himself, so he hugs him close and continues his teasing, rubbing and patting over his hole, knowing exactly how deliciously frustrating it is and just how sensitive it makes you. Kihyun is no exception, moaning against Changkyun's shoulder and almost sitting on his thigh by now, knees weak as he's digging his own fingers into Changkyun's waist to hold on.
"Beautiful, hyung…"
There's a sound, muffled against his shirt, and that finally entices him to separate them so they can get on the bed, Kihyun somewhat pliant and still a little dazed as his back hits the sheets and Changkyun simultaneously pulls off his sweats and underwear in one go.
The image before him is so tantalizing, a hard and flushed dick against a simple white shirt, legs scuffling in deceitful shyness, and then Kihyun looks at him with dark eyes. Changkyun wordlessly descends upon him, pulling off Kihyun's shirt to see him in full and reaching for the lube he put near his pillow this morning because something told him they'd be here tonight, in whatever position, needing it. Kihyun kisses him deeply, passionately, parting his legs to accommodate Changkyun in between, licking into his mouth like he can't get enough. It makes opening the lube without making a mess a little tricky, because Changkyun certainly doesn't want to stop kissing Kihyun either, but there's so much heat between their legs and he feels himself throbbing without even being touched, sweat already building up under his clothes but he can't stop to undress, not with how they're both moaning already.
It's Kihyun who breaks the kiss with a gasp, panting as he sinks into the deep red sheets, and that's Changkyun's chance. Leaving behind a trail of brief, wet kisses, he goes from Kihyun's neck across his chest to his stomach, making sure he's not spilling the lube past his fingers, and pushes one in as he can't resist and kisses the head of Kihyun's dick. He is rewarded with a beautiful moan, already veering into a higher pitch, Kihyun practically melting as he opens up for him, but then his hands fly down to tangle his fingers within his hair, pulling hard and guiding him to his mouth again, hot breath washing over his lips, voice low and almost whispering,
“Get to it already, Changkyun, pl-”
Changkyun swallows the plea, hooking and curling his finger, pushing at the soft hot walls until Kihyun bites at his lips, prompting another finger.
It'll never stop being heady, having his hyung like this in front of him, unabashed and loud and free in his reactions, the way he only shows himself to Changkyun, allows himself to let go while Changkyun would go beyond to give him everything he desired, everything he could ask for.
Kihyun props himself up on his elbows, looking at him, watching his fingers move, repeating “good, good, so good baby” until he has to focus on getting enough air into his lungs, his head falling back with a soft moan as Changkyun spreads his fingers, gives him another.
He never knows how much time passes when they're like this, no matter in what position he's in, Kihyun envelops him in a fog that knows neither time nor space, only them .
For once he's still fully clothed, despite Kihyun expressing his desire to touch his body, and faintly he registers his hard arousal pressing almost painfully against the zipper of his jeans, so far completely unnoticed as he's actively working on softening Kihyun into mush with his hands.
But all it takes is another high pitched moan as he finds his prostate once again for him to reach down and alleviate himself, biting his own moan into Kihyun's muscular thigh when slight relief rushes through him.
It's almost dizzying, looking at Kihyun again, his prominent chest rapidly rising and falling with the slightest layer of sweat making him shine in the low light of Changkyun's room. Entrancing and bewitching with his head thrown back and his sharp jawline melting into his beautiful long neck.
And Changkyun can't wait any longer. He's been thinking about this the entire day already, too long, too riled up. He wants him, needs him, now.
"Hyung, spread your legs a bit more."
Kihyun furrows his eyebrows and looks down at where Changkyun's in between his legs, dick more than hard, both of his hands on Kihyun's thighs.
"Huh…? Okay…" his mind is fuzzy from the arousal, the visual of Changkyun still fully clothed against his own nakedness before him not making things easier, but he tries to part his legs more, sliding a little downward on the sheets, and his arms start to tremble slightly.
Changkyun licks his lips in response.
"Beautiful…" he says, or at least Kihyun thinks he says that, because then suddenly he surges forward, pushes into Kihyun slowly but steadily, lube squelching, keeping his legs in place as they spasm from the stimulation.
"AH, Changkyun, you…--!" His head falls back again, shoulders locking a bit when Changkyun curls over him and presses even deeper with a lustful groan.
"You feel so good like this…"
Kihyun's elbows give out and he falls backwards onto the sheets, Changkyun pulling out only to thrust back inside and sending shocks of pleasure up his spine.
"Ah, shit, that's so…!"
Changkyun angles his hips, spreads his hands around Kihyun's ass and lifts him a little, and finds a new angle that-
"AAH!"
Changkyun grins, sweat already running down the side of his face but he doesn't care, the visual of Kihyun throwing his head to the side and grasping onto the sheets too hot to resist.
"Right here, right hyung, this is where you like it."
Kihyun's so loud, already moaning and gasping desperately and Changkyun loves it, loves reducing him to this despite barely having started. So he leans down, digs his fingers into Kihyun's delicious thighs and starts really thrusting into him, and presses his tongue against a raised nipple.
Kihyun immediately tenses, clamping down tightly on Changkyun's dick with a cry, hands shooting up to cling onto his shoulders, face tight and mouth open and wet.
So. Beautiful.
Changkyun thrusts forward and Kihyun's legs fall even more apart, sobbing as Changkyun's dick sits himself so deep inside of him. The younger groans, face twisted into that lustful grimace that Kihyun can barely recognize through the tears in his eyes, but then he throws his head back as the thrusting picks up in ferocity. Changkyun fucks him so good, hard and rough but still with utmost care, and Kihyun couldn't stop his moans even if he wanted to.
"Fuck, baby, you're clamping down so tightly, you love this so much, don't you?" Changkyun growls out, voice deeply saturated with almost feral arousal. That's how he gets when Kihyun deliberately riles him up, when Kihyun is in a mood and wants their maknae to lose his cool composure, to release the beast that is only barely controlled on stage.
Kihyun digs his nails deeper into Changkyun's shoulders, his whole body feeling hot like it's on fire with how ferocious Changkyun is with him, and Changkyun winces at the pain before he snags a slender hand in the hair at the back of Kihyun's head and pulls, making him bare his throat for the his teeth. Not enough to leave a deep mark, but the area will turn red and stay that way for quite a bit.
"You're so pretty like this, hyung, letting me fuck you," Kihyun cries out when Changkyun thrusts in deep and stays there, grinding his dick in as deep as he can, right against his prostate, he feels how he's almost vibrating out of his skin with how hard he is and how much his dick is weeping for relief, "you just love to get me to fuck you, when you're in the mood for it, you take care of me so sweetly most of the times but then you turn around and just want to be absolutely ruined by me, don't you, hyung?"
His tears start falling as Changkyun pulls harder at his hair, biting his jaw and ear, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming into him again, relentlessly, devouring him like the beast he can be, and Kihyun absolutely loves it, moans his praises in a broken voice, helpless to the ongoing onslaught of pleasure.
His strong, thick fingers dig deeper into Changkyun's shoulders, trimmed fingernails catching the skin. His grip is so tight it will leave marks for days, every time Changkyun rolls his shoulders he'll feel Kihyun claw at him, pressed into his muscles for so long they got sore and it'll be the most beautiful reminder of what they've done.
Changkyun is close, hearing Kihyun whine only causing him to tumble towards the finish even faster, torn between growling what Kihyun wants to hear and covering his skin with spit to get more praise. They're both so close, spiraling higher, or falling further, who can even tell anymore, and Kihyun tangles a trembling, spasming hand into Changkyun's hair and pulls him up, almost harshly, clenching around his dick when Changkyun moans something rough and broken, voice immediately rising when Kihyun sloppily aims for his throat, mouthing and biting over the straining veins, scraping his teeth over the tensed tendons and laying his tongue flat against the hot and sweaty skin, crying out when it makes Changkyun's thrusts grow erratic.
"Kihyun… Kihyun-!"
"Changkyun!!!!"
All it takes is for Changkyun to curl his fingers around Kihyun's dick and he's coming, clenching as tight as he can with Changkyun pressing against his sweettoomuchneverenough spot, desperately hugging him close when Changkyun's hips stutter, spilling into him hot and messy, a beautiful cacophony of sounds enveloping their heaving bodies as they are stuck together with sweat and cum and afterglow. Changkyun loves this feeling, be it him in his boyfriend or the other way around, he loves the raw and almost primal intimacy of it all, but it’s not really Kihyun’s thing, and already can he hear a small (cute) disgruntled whine coming from him, so he slowly and carefully pulls out, keeping Kihyun’s hips a little elevated to not immediately soil the sheets.
"'mere…" Kihyun slurs, fingers weakly twitching into the vague direction of Changkyun.
Despite his own still harsh panting he lets go and pushes himself up on trembling arms to flop down next to Kihyun, the older immediately curling towards him with seeking hands and not-quite kisses. It makes Changkyun huff a laugh, and then Kihyun giggles tiredly and causes Changkyun to giggle too, the afterglow and their closeness turning them a little silly.
"Love you, hyung…"
"Hmm, love you more, Changkyunnie…"
Changkyun snorts and nips the tip of Kihyun's nose.
"Impossible, when I love you the most."
Kihyun grins brightly against his mouth.
(Kihyun sprawls on his back like a king, unashamed in his own nakedness after getting thoroughly fucked, grin big and full of satisfaction as he watches Changkyun sit in between his legs and grimacing at his own sweaty clothes. Changkyun can't even pretend to be mad, not when his boyfriend is radiating contentment and his flushed skin is glowing under the dimmed lights of his bedroom, eyes sparkling like the stars in the sky.
“Get out of those clothes, baby,” Kihyun drawls, chuckling under his breath when he wiggles his eyebrows at him and Changkyun just rolls his eyes. Though he softly but insistently pushes against Kihyun’s chest when his hyung clumsily makes to get up, coaxing him to lay back down with soft nibbles on his red lips.
" I'll clean us up, okay, Kihyunnie?" he mumbles against them, relishing in Kihyun chasing after his mouth when he pulls back to look into his eyes. "Let me take care of you for a little while longer, yeah?"
Kihyun regards him for a moment with half lidded eyes, looking way too tempting all bare and pliant before him, and then gives an awkward nod against the pillow and smiles small at him.
"Okay, Changkyunnie, for a while longer."
Changkyun kisses him again, can't help himself really, and pulls away to run to the bathroom.
He lovingly wipes Kihyun off, kissing each mark he left and almost reverently cleans his dick and ass and between his cheeks until Kihyun swats at him, laughing and face flushed for a completely different reason, urging him to take a shower and change into sleep wear. Pouting for good measure, he relents, gets a kiss in return and happily goes to wash himself off.
He probably should've expected Kihyun to not stay still and wait for him, because when he returns in clean sleeping shorts and contemplating wearing a shirt Kihyun has already changed his sheets and breezes past him into the bathroom for a quick shower of his own.
Changkyun just smiles fondly at his neatly made bed, warmth settling in his chest knowing Kihyun will probably not allow him to take care of him any further today because now he wants to give back, and it's so precious of him that Changkyun is more than fine with it.
He gets his phone and checks over their schedule for tomorrow, the idea of a sleep shirt abandoned since Kihyun very likely won't be wearing one himself anyway.
And true to that, when Kihyun returns to him and closes the door he's only in a pair of boxers and stops right in front of his bed, where Changkyun is sitting cross-legged, and tilts his head up to kiss him, slow and full of care, containing thank you and I love you and--
"Let's go to sleep, Kyunnie."
"Hmm," Changkyun hums against his lips, pulls him down onto the bed, warm skin against warm skin.
He does flinch a little when his back falls against the fresh sheets, the places where Kihyun had dug his fingers in pulsing a little as they rub against the fabric.
Which doesn't escape Kihyun's attention at all and there's a slowly growing smirk against his lips, followed by a softly murmured "baby, turn around, please".
He knew it would happen, because it always happens, but he still can't suppress his shiver when he rolls onto his side and Kihyun scoots close behind him, hovering his fingers over his back like he can't decide where to touch first.
There's a coo from behind and Changkyun has to bite down on his lip, fisting his own hands in his pillow.
Kihyun brushes against where Changkyun can feel the marks his fingernails left, lightly running the tips of his fingers over the sore spots and making low, satisfied sounds of approval as Changkyun shivers and holds himself back from pulling away.
"I always love seeing myself on you… Just as I love having you on myself…"
Changkyun unsuccessfully tries to swallow a groan when Kihyun pushes against one almost-painful mark, not needing to see Kihyun's face to know he's grinning.
"But, you know, Changkyunnie, right? What I love the most. Your reactions whenever I touch you here-," actually leaning in and nipping at a spot, humming delightedly when Changkyun has to turn his head to keen into the pillow.
"You always get so deliciously tight when I fuck you and touch the marks I left on you."
"Ki-!"
Kihyun kisses along his shoulder blades, lovingly dragging his warm lips over every spot, licking over every mark he finds along the way and digging his fingers over the ones he neglected, almost rolling Changkyun over on his front with how close he's pressing himself all along his back.
"I can't wait to give back Changkyunnie… To show my appreciation whenever you were so good to me."
" Hyunggg ," Changkyun whines, muffled by the pillow, and Kihyun giggles but lets up, smacking a kiss near the top of his spine and worming his arms around his body, snuggling close with a hum.
They lie like this in silence for a while, Changkyun mentally trying to calm his body down while Kihyun is tapping his fingers against his skin. And just when his heart slowed down again and he doesn't feel like every touch will offset his tired dick, Kihyun shifts a little behind him.
"Thank you, Kyunnie," he mumbles in between his shoulder blades. Careful to not break the embrace, Changkyun wiggles around in Kihyun's arms until he's facing him, blowing curly strands of hair out of his face to look into his eyes, wide and black.
So cute.
"Always, babe, you know that." And he bumps his forehead against Kihyun's, rubbing their noses together and successfully making Kihyun huff a laugh.
“Love you more than anything, Kyunnie.”)