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Chan hears his door creak before he sees it open wider. Changbin’s hair is wet and piecey where it lays against his forehead, and he is trailed in by the damp smell of the shower. Chan’s body is still thrumming with energy, though his limbs are aching. He reaches out for Changbin anyway.
Chan’s laying shirtless on top of his covers, and he pulls Changbin down to him, their joined hands meeting not for the first time tonight. Changbin goes easily, immediately clinging to him. He buries his head into Chan’s chest, and Chan shivers at the warmth of his breath. He slides his feet against Chan’s further down the bed. There’s no room between them. Chan goes to wrap his arm along Changbin’s shoulders. It’s a loose hold, but their closeness is anything but distant.
Changbin’s tired, too. Chan remembers him taking measured steps up to the dorm, leaning against the wall of the lift.
“Hyung,” Changbin whispers, half-voiced. His lips brush against Chan’s sternum, and electricity spreads from Chan’s core, little shocks through his worn muscles. Chan’s body is tuned to Changbin’s voice, always pulling towards it.
Chan hums, brings his free hand to trace down Changbin’s broad back. Here, in the dim, laid almost bare, Chan presses his nails into Changbin’s skin.
“Please,” Changbin says, low. Chan’s mind drifts to where Changbin is pulling at his sweats, nearly pawing at him.
Chan kisses the crown of his head, smells the clear, clean scent of his hair. Chan can see that it’s started to dry at the tips. “Okay,” He replies, “Okay, Bin-ah. Hyung’s got you. What do you need, hm?”
Changbin straightens, hides his eyes where Chan’s neck meets his collarbone. “ ‘m tired, hyung. Just, inside, please. Need you.” Chan hears his voice from close by, now. It’s not so muffled, only thin, the words leaving his mouth like thread.
It’s so funny how Chan knows Changbin as well as he knows himself. Two days of shows, exhausted, yet wired from the energy. Chan’s already stretched out, lazily pushed his fingers into his hole not ten minutes before. Reasonably, it was meant to tire him, not a preparation for what his night was to become.
He hadn’t thought at all of Changbin leaving the bathroom to split Chan open on his cock. Not a single passing idea of Changbin mouthing at his jaw to soothe the burn of the strain. Certainly not.
Chan tugs his sweatpants down and off, no underwear to speak of. His dick is still half-hard from earlier, from resolutely not imagining Changbin rolling his hips to meet Chan’s. Changbin’s breath stutters as his hand meets the naked skin of Chan’s ass.
“Oh- oh, fuck. Hyung- I,” Changbin kisses pitifully at Chan’s skin as his hand reaches where Chan is slick and open for him. Chan’s eyes flutter, the touch enough to make his mind start to fuzz around the edges.
Desperately, wholly, Chan wishes he could be open and waiting for Changbin, always ready to take him in and shelter him inside. There’s nothing that compares to it, the sensation of being full and taking care of Changbin’s baser needs. Being the good hyung he wants to be, used and pilant for him.
The thought makes Chan hard, cock thickening with anticipation. Chan wills himself to calm down. Changbin just wants to be warmed tonight. Hyung’ll take care of him, hold Changbin together with the tightness of his hole.
“Can I? Just- can I, uh,” Changbin’s never been the most eloquent when he’s tired, hours on stage taking every coherent idea out of his head. Chan finds him boundlessly charming. The way they are right now laying against each other is so intimate. Their spent bodies are corded with muscles, their broadness matching up like puzzle pieces. All the work they put into themselves, Chan thinks is so beautiful here.
Changbin slides his shorts down just enough to get his dick out, not bothering to take them off. There’s something there that sets Chan alight.
The exhaustion makes it more desperate. Changbin’s hips are jumping, minutely, like he can’t wait, his cock is so thick and short where it’s pressed up to the crease of Chan’s thigh and ass. It makes Chan dizzy with want, eager to please Changbin, to whom he owes so much.
“Go ahead, Bin,” Chan whispers, thumbing at Changbin’s nape, where his hairline ends.
Changbin’s confident, beyond confident, tells Chan sometimes that he’s the best Chan’ll ever have, and he’s inclined to believe it. There’s no other cock that can stretch Chan’s rim like Changbin’s can, no one else that can stuff him so full he thinks it loosens him forever.
But, each time, it’s the same strain.
Changbin pulls Chan’s ass apart, and tucks his cock between Chan’s cheeks. Changbin’s cockhead dragging the lube-matted hair around his hole never fails to make Chan moan.
“You- you wanna keep me warm, hyung? S- sleep with my cock in your tight, little hole?” It’s spoken, barely audible, as a promise. He seems to have woken up a bit, just to tease Chan till he’s brainless.
“Yeah- yes, I,” Chan’s clenching his fist that is trapped under Changbin’s flank. “Put it in, Bin-ah. ‘ust, let me feel.”
Easy as anything, Changbin grabs his dick and traces around Chan’s rim until he’s panting and pleading, so loud that anyone awake could hear him. Chan couldn’t care less, they’ve all had their turns with him.
Changbin nudges the tip of him inside, and Chan short-circuits, squeezes his eyes shut as he stutters out a breath. Changbin deliberately, slowly, rolls his hips until he’s sheathed inside Chan, until Chan can sense the stretch from his toes to the crown of his head.
Each time they do this, when a member of his fucks him, he goes out of his mind as if it’s the first time. Chan thinks before it, there’s no way that it’ll make him lose it again, no way his eyes will nearly cross with the pleasure.
He’s never been more happy to be wrong.
“Hyung’s got me, huh? Keep me safe, just like this.” Changbin’s voice is so rough from hours of rapping, gruff in the way that Chan’s ears crave. “Hold me inside ‘till morning, Channie-hyung. I’ll fuck you when we wake up, okay? Don’t let me slip out.”
Chan nods, deliriously. He tries his best to cradle Changbin, to complete the intimate impression they make on top of the blanket. Chan doesn’t make a move to cover them up, too hot to think about. He worries absentmindedly about Hyunjin or Han wandering in, and decides that he doesn’t care if they see them. They should already know that Chan was made for this.
He can imagine the picture they’d stumble upon, Changbin with his pants slung down barely enough to fill Chan up. From the way their legs are positioned, anyone who enters would see the place where they are joined, Chan’s wet taint exposed to the cool air of the dim bedroom. It’s thrilling, and Chan has to stop himself from clenching around Changbin’s cock.
The intersection where Chan exists is an interesting one. He wants so badly to be used, to be stretched and fucked and left, but it’s more than that. He wants them to use him for themselves. It’s the only time when Chan’ll accept their whispered praises, where Chan sees himself as a true leader.
Chan’s gnawing at his bottom lip, trying to bring himself back from the brink. He breathes deep, Changbin rising and falling with Chan’s own chest. It grounds him to the moment. He’s going to have to calm down enough to sleep. He needs to sleep, there’s another show tomorrow.
It takes an hour, Changbin's been sleeping for a long time. Chan can’t keep worrying, Changbin trusts him to be good, so he can. He can get a good night’s sleep, and Changbin will reward him in the morning.
Chan will get what he wants in the morning.
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When Chan opens his eyes, the sun filters in bright. It must be later than he thought he would sleep. The pressure on his torso is still there, Changbin sprawled across him. His even, restful breaths are tickling Chan’s pec.
The air in the room is slow, and Chan takes stock of the syrupy moments that are seizing his heart. Changbin’s sleepy twitches, the messiness of his hair, and the precious way his nose is scrunched against Chan’s chest.
His cock is still inside Chan, nestled as deep as it can get. He’s half-hard, from what Chan can tell, probably from his dreams. Chan hopes Changbin dreamt of him, of fucking him with his little cock, god.
Chan can’t deny himself for much longer, and he really wants to be good. He wants to give Changbin all the sleep he deserves, but it gets more and more difficult the thicker Changbin’s dick gets inside him.
Luckily, Chan doesn’t have to make the decision himself, because Changbin’s started to shuffle against him.
“Uh- hyung,” He mutters, blearily. His lips are mouthing at the curve of Chan’s breast. “You,” he starts, “You were good, Channie.”
Changbin can’t quite come all the way up, but Chan fits his hands around Changbin’s ribs and tries anyway. Changbin can tilt his head to meet Chan’s eyes.
Chan leans down, just a touch, and presses his lips to Changbin’s forehead. It makes a small sound as Chan pulls away. “Good morning, Bin-ah.” Chan says, and his voice is low, strained with overuse.
The smile that Changbin responds with is a simple crook of his mouth, but it warms Chan to his core. His brain turns over, sparked with the need to please, to make Changbin feel good, to repay him for all they’ve accomplished together.
Chan covers his own eyes in the bend of his elbow, too embarrassed to hold Changbin’s gaze. “Will you fuck me?” His thighs have started to tremble. “P- Please?”
Chan can hear the curl of Changbin’s smirk when he replies.
“Does hyung need to be used?” He pauses, sliding his arm up Chan’s flank. “You were Binnie’s good boy, warming me so nicely. I’m surprised you’re still tight.”
Chan’s breaths have picked up, exhaling out his mouth as he bites at his bottom lip. “Hyung wants to be good, Changbinnie.” His whole body is heated, half with embarrassment and half with desire. Before he drops into it, he always struggles with justifying his compulsion to be this way.
He imagines himself with the sole purpose of serving the people he loves. He closes his eyes to fulfill the thought, fueled by Changbin’s thick, short cock taking up all the space it wants inside him. He’s here for this end, Chan thinks, a pilant prop. He’s a good hyung, and his members can’t fall apart when he’s holding them together.
Chan rolls his shoulders back, and relaxes his limbs. He sinks into the mattress, but Changbin’s there to catch him, to take what he needs.
“There you go, Channie.” Changbin moves to kneel between Chan’s loose, spread legs. His cock slips out, and Chan can feel the strings of thickened lube stick around his hole. His eyelids flutter with the combined sensation.
Changbin wraps his thick fingers around Chan’s thighs, pressing slightly too tight (just how Chan wants), and hauls his legs up. Chan meets Changbin’s eyes as he slips Chan’s calves over each of his shoulders. The position spreads Chan open like a present, clenching hole brought forward. His cock bounces uselessly on his lower abs.
They have a show tonight. Over ten thousand fans will watch Chan sing tonight. In just a few minutes, Chan will clean Changbin’s come out of him. Then, they will go to rehearsals, and then the concert. Chan will still be stretched out from the thickness of Changbin’s cock while he’s on stage.
The thought is so implausible that it becomes that last push to send Chan into the pit of his own hunger. He keens, whimpering a little when Changbin pets him gently on the hip.
“I can’t wait to fill you up again, hyung.” Changbin is soft, the blanket creases are freshly imprinted into his skin. It’s a testament to their trust, wrapped in each other like this as the sun comes obscured through the window. “You want that, baby? Huh? You want Bin to use your hole?”
Chan knows Changbin’s asking for his consent, checking in with Chan without taking him out of the feeling. Changbin knows him so well.
“P-please,” Chan begs, with a dry sob wrenching open his want. His fingers twist into the sheets, and he rolls his head onto the pile of pillows behind him. “Oh, god, please.” In his desperation, his hips come off the bed. His toes are curling in the air above Changbin’s shoulders.
“So sexy, hyung. Just here for me to fuck, yeah?” Changbin reaches up to cup Chan’s chest, pushing onto Chan’s pec until it bounces back when Changbin lets go. Chan chances a glance downward, seeing Changbin gripping the base of his cock as he leans forward to enter Chan again.
Chan is nodding dumbly in response. Changbin wastes no time, knowing that Chan’s been ready for him since the night before.
Chan’s hole welcomes him greedily, and Chan is grateful . It’s as if a string that was pulled taut through his spine snaps. He is useful, he is good. The stretch is as pleasurable as the first time, and despite it all, being filled nearly makes him cry.
It’s then that Changbin gets started in earnest, thrusting his little cock into Chan, dragging the nearly dried up lube in and out of him. Changbin’s girth has Chan gulping like his dick is at the back of his throat.
Immediately, Chan brings his heels down to Changbin’s back, moaning loud enough to be heard through the walls. He digs them in the corded muscle of Changbin’s obliques, pleading wordlessly for more, and harder.
“So fuckin’ wet, hyung. You’re meant to be used like this. Perfect little hole for all your boys.” Changbin groans, bouncing on his knees to get as deep as he can.
“Bin-ah, Bin-ah, it’s good? Is it good for you?” Chan babbles.
Changbin takes the moment to fold Chan in half, legs still suspended in the air. He uses the momentum to thrust his cock in a furious pace, the obscene noise of their skin connecting filling the room.
“Even better like this.” Changbin’s close enough now to Chan’s face that he can’t hide any emotion that flits across it. His low voice sends a shiver through Chan, viscerally tying them together.
Chan figures he must look so gone, red and glassy eyes, swollen lips from his own biting. He only knows this because Jeongin fucked him in front of a mirror not too long ago. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
He doesn’t have it in him to be embarrassed now, instead he’s hiccupping out breathy cries. It’s so incredibly hot in his bedroom, and Chan thinks it's mostly because of how much he loves this. Being this way, feeling Changbin’s exhales on his chest, his hips stuttering against Chan’s pelvis, the knowledge that Changbin’s doing this because Chan is always available for him, for any of them.
Clenching around him, Chan is doing his damndest to be the dutifully tight hole for Changbin’s come. He wants it, desperately. It’ll complete this feeling.
“I’m close, hyung.” Changbin kisses Chan's jaw. “Can I,” He pauses, “Can I? Inside?”
Chan moans, the sound round with his anticipation. “Fill me up, Bin-ah. Hyung’s gonna be good for you.”
Changbin catches Chan’s eyes in his own, and smiles. “Always so perfect, Channie.” The words are thin with exertion. “Better than we deserve.” Changbin screws his eyes shut and rolls his hips a few more times, groaning as Chan can feel him twitching inside.
It’s bliss. It’s connection. It’s usefulness and purpose and charity and-
Chan’s back bows off the blanket, and he comes, untouched. It paints his chest, up to his chin. Changbin resolutely does not collapse on top of him, though Chan wouldn’t mind. He rests on his forearms, caging Chan intimately. It smears Chan’s come onto both of them. His whole body writhes with the heat of that feeling.
Changbin kisses his face, all over, cooing and chirping like he does. Quick to bounce back. Chan loves him like an open sea.
“Thanks, hyung.” Changbin says, reedy but recovering. “I needed that.”
“It’s what I’m here for.” Chan replies, and means it.