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Minhyuk does a quick look over in the mirror and runs his hands down the soft blue cotton hugging his torso. He sways his hips to check the way the skirt of the sundress he’d picked out brushes over his lean legs. With a critical eye, he shifts the bra he’s padded just enough to give a curve to his chest up higher on his ribcage and adjusts the straps of the dress. He lets his arms fall back to his sides and turns to the side; then back to face front.
Satisfied with the lines of his figure, Minhyuk grabs a long brunette wig and tugs it on over his hair to pin in place. It’s not as high quality as he normally would have liked but he hadn’t had time to go shopping properly. The wig still falls in pretty waves past his shoulders. He runs his fingers through them, plays with the ends, and smiles to himself. There’s no time for proper makeup before Eunkwang gets home, but he does run some tinted gloss over his mouth to complete the look.
Minhyuk bats his eyelashes at his reflection and giggles softly. He’s pretty. He hopes Eunkwang also thinks he’s pretty.
Nerves flutter in his belly at the thought. The idea had come to him after their filming of Fan Heart Attack when he’d gotten all dressed up for he and Eunkwang’s “date.” After filming, Eunkwang had pressed a hand firmly to the small of his back and whispered in his ear that he was pretty in a way that had made Minhyuk’s cheeks flush and his toes curl in his shoes.
In the weeks that followed Minhyuk had found himself craving the praise.
At first he had hesitated; they were still learning each other and he worried that introducing something like this too early would ruin things. Then last week Eunkwang had leaned forward in the shower, his hand wrapped around his dick and mouth brushing the shell of his ear, and called him pretty again. Minhyuk had decided to throw caution to the wind and show Eunkwang just how pretty he could be.
Minhyuk hears the door open, hears Eunkwang’s voice fill the little living room, and a thrill runs down his spine to settle low in his stomach. He hurries out of the bathroom to greet him and freezes when he finds Ilhoon standing there next to Eunkwang.
Ilhoon’s eyes widen but otherwise his expression remains completely unbothered. He blinks and looks at Eunkwang, whose face is rapidly turning red.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna go,” Ilhoon tells them, his voice even. “You should probably tell the others you’re actually dating at some point, by the way. Have fun. Use protection; Sungjae would hate no longer being the youngest. See you tonight! Bye!”
Minhyuk watches Ilhoon turn on his heel and leave, not even bothering to stop and put on his shoes properly on his way out. His heart is pounding loud in his ears.
“Um.”
Eunkwang clears his throat. Minhyuk snaps his attention back to him.
Eunkwang’s face is a deep red and his hands are clenching and unclenching uselessly at his sides while he gapes at him. It makes something tug behind Minhyuk’s navel. He remembers his original mission and relaxes his stance into something he knows is cute and a little alluring.
“Welcome home, Eunkwang-ah,” he says, pitching his voice up just a hair.
The blush on Eunkwang’s face somehow darkens even more.
“Um.”
Minhyuk swallows down the doubt threatening to rise when Eunkwang isn’t immediately crowding into his space and touching him. He’s learning that Eunkwang often hesitates, waits to get the lay of the land before he acts.
Minhyuk adds a sway to his hips as he saunters over to Eunkwang and wraps his arms around his neck. He leans in and kisses his cheek. It’s hot to the touch. He can hear the shakiness in Eunkwang’s breathing now that he’s this close.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?” he asks and pulls back to give Eunkwang his most adorable pout.
Eunkwang sucks in a breath.
“H-hello.” He places his hands lightly on Minhyuk’s hips. They’re shaking.
Minhyuk tilts his head to the side cutely. “Were you having lunch with Ilhoonie? I was wondering what took you so long to come home. I missed you,” he whines, keeping his pout in place.
“I-- um.” Eunkwang licks his lips, his fingers flexing over Minhyuk’s narrow hips. “Is this why you rushed home after practice?”
Minhyuk nods and giggles. “I wanted to make myself all pretty for you. Do you like the dress?”
Eunkwang’s hands smooth down Minhyuk’s hips and then back up to grip more assuredly at his waist. He thumbs the soft fabric of the dress and hums.
“You look very pretty, baby. Is the dress new?” he asks, his face starting to return to a normal shade. His gaze shifts from one of wide wonder to one of intensity and focus.
A thrill runs down Minhyuk’s spine.
“No,” Minhyuk replies with a shake of his head that he knows makes his long wavy hair bounce. He leans back in, puts his mouth to the shell of Eunkwang’s ear, and lowers his voice to a whisper. “There’s something else that’s new, though.”
He feels the way Eunkwang trembles against him. He feels Eunkwang’s grip tighten on his waist. He lets himself be tugged forward until they’re pressed together.
“Do you want to see it?” Minhyuk asks, keeping his voice light and innocent.
Eunkwang’s eyes are so dark. “I want to see anything you want to show me,” he responds breathlessly.
Desire tugs again behind Minhyuk’s belly button. He takes Eunkwang’s hands in his and takes a step back, moving them both in the direction of the bedroom.
Eunkwang moves in to kiss him as soon as they’ve closed the door. His hands return to Minhyuk’s hips to tug him in close. Minhyuk stumbles forward with a little gasp. He allows him to explore his mouth until he pulls away with a satisfied hum.
“You know,” Eunkwang murmurs shyly as he leans in to kiss down Minhyuk’s neck, “I’m not usually into dresses..” Eunwkang’s grip tightens. His warm mouth trails over Minhyuk’s bare shoulder. “But I’m starting to get the appeal.”
Minhyuk tangles his fingers in Eunkwang’s hair and lets his head fall back with a shaky gasp.
Eunkwang’s hands are only slightly hesitant when they move from Minhyuk’s hips to the slight swell of his ass. The fabric of the skirt inches up his thighs as it bunches in Eunkwang’s grip. Minhyuk parts his legs with a soft moan and invites him to step between them. He does, teeth scraping over the curve of Minhyuk’s shoulder.
Eunkwang massages the meat of his ass. Minhyuk moans again, hips rocking forward.
Then Eunkwang lets him go. The loss of touch throws him off kilter for a few seconds before Eunkwang’s fingers slip beneath his skirt. His fingertips trace along the sensitive skin of Minhyuk’s thigh and his knees buckle.
“Ah-- Eunkwang,” he gasps, the muscles of his thighs trembling with the effort it takes to keep himself upright. Eunkwang’s other arm wraps firmly around his waist. The movement shifts him forward so that his cock finds purchase against Eunkwang’s thigh. His breath hitches.
Minhyuk trembles while Eunkwang continues the exploration of his thigh, his mouth pressed against the pulse point in his neck. His fingers move up, up, until they brush over lacy fabric.
Everything freezes.
“.. Minhyuk?” Eunkwang asks, his voice faint.
“Mm?” Minhyuk has to remind himself to breathe.
“Are you-- um,” Eunkwang’s fingers tangle in the fabric. Then they let it go with a snap. Minhyuk gasps, his hard cock rubbing against Eunkwang’s thigh helplessly. “Are these--?”
Minhyuk’s giggle is breathless and shaky. Delight rushes through every part of his body, leaving his fingertips tingling and his stomach fluttering. “Yes. Wanna see?”
Eunkwang answers by backing Minhyuk up against the bottom bunk he had pulled for this round of bed roulette. Minhyuk giggles again. His calves hit the mattress and he stumbles, having to grip onto Eunkwang’s shoulders to stay upright.
“Eager,” Minhyuk teases, his heart pounding hard in his chest. It thrills him whenever he can get Eunkwang to be less careful ; when he can see him actually lose control.
“Sit,” Eunkwang blurts out. His face immediately goes red.
Minhyuk sits obediently on the bed, letting his legs spread as he leans back on his palms. The fabric of the skirt inches high up on his thighs. He looks up at Eunkwang through his lashes and gives him his most coquettish smile.
Eunkwang drops to his knees. He pauses for a second, staring somewhere between Minhyuk’s legs, before he places his hands on his knees. He slowly slides them up until they slip beneath the soft fabric of his skirt. Minhyuk holds his breath, keeping his gaze on Eunkwang’s wide, dark eyes steady.
They continue to inch forward. The fabric glides over Minhyuk’s thighs tantalizingly slow. Minhyuk whines, his muscles bunching under his touch.
Then Eunkwang grips the skirt and shoves it up to Minhyuk’s waist, revealing the cute lacy panties Minhyuk had picked out for the occasion. They’re also blue. His cock throbs at the way Eunkwang is staring, slack jawed and hungry.
Eunkwang’s fingers flex against the muscles of his thigh. He licks his lips. “I really wish I didn’t have a vocal lesson in the morning,” he says, voice dropping low. “Really wanna get my mouth on you.”
Minhyuk tosses his head back, a low groan rumbling in his chest at the thought. Eunkwang’s mouth is very good at more things than forming perfect vowel sounds, he’s been finding out. His toes curl. Precome dampens the lacy fabric when his cock throbs again.
“ Shit. ” Eunkwang licks his lips again and then he’s leaning forward to mouth at the head.
“Ah--” Minhyuk keens, his back bowing. He barely manages to keep his hips in place, fingers digging into the mattress beneath him desperately.
Eunkwang’s lips surround him. He pulls off immediately to swirl his tongue around the tip with a hungry moan. Minhyuk’s cock pulses when his warm breath brushes along the sensitive skin. He whimpers, hips rocking forward as he whines Eunkwang’s name.
“God, you’re so--” Eunkwang moans and bites at the muscle of Minhyuk’s inner thigh.
Minhyuk squeaks.
“You know, one of these days I’m going to make you finish that sentence,” he teases.
Eunkwang clamors up onto him and shoves him playfully onto the bed. Minhyuk laughs with delight and shifts up so that Eunkwang can perch between his legs on the bed. Eunkwang leans over him, caging him in, and captures his mouth in a bruising kiss. Minhyuk wraps his arms around his shoulders, pulling him in close as he parts his lips for him.
The kiss is eager, messy. Minhyuk gives himself over to it. He moans when Eunkwang gets his lower lip between his teeth and wraps his legs around his waist.
Eunkwang pulls away to desperately suck in air. His face is flushed, hair wild from Minhyuk tugging on it, and his lips are deep red. He tucks his face into Minhyuk’s neck, sharp teeth scraping over the thin, sensitive skin. Eunkwang’s hand moves to grip at the meat of Minhyuk’s thigh. It slides up to where the panties are digging into the flesh of his hip.
The fabric snaps against Minhyuk’s skin again. He keens, his hips kicking forward at the pinch of pain. Minhyuk can feel Eunkwang hard and wanting in his jeans. It makes something deep inside him tremble. He rocks his hips against him, making sure Eunkwang can feel how hard and wet he is.
“Eunkwang-ah, please..” he whimpers.
Eunkwang wraps his mouth around Minhyuk’s collarbone. He removes his hand from Minhyuk’s hip and places it on the subtle swell of his chest.
“You’re so pretty I don’t know what to do with you,” Eunkwang groans. “You’re making my mind go all fuzzy..”
Minhyuk whimpers, his heart fluttering at the praise. “You could start by taking off your jeans. Wanna feel you,” he suggests, rolling his hips against his hard cock.
He removes his thighs from Eunkwang’s waist so that he can sit up and unfasten his jeans. Minhyuk watches with heavy lidded eyes as the button is popped loose, the zipper tugged down carefully over the very obvious chub of his dick, and then the fabric finally being tugged down his hips. The underwear goes at the same time, freeing his cock to curve up towards his stomach. Minhyuk salivates.
Eunkwang sucks in a shaky breath and shimmies out of his jeans. They’re kicked to the foot of the bed as he resumes his place between Minhyuk’s legs. When their hips align this time, Minhyuk can feel the warmth of his cock nestled against his own.
“ Yes , that’s more like it,” he murmurs, rocking against him. “You feel so good .”
Eunkwang’s breath catches when the texture of the lace rubs against him. “Oh-- oh god,” he whimpers, his hips kicking forward.
“Does it feel good? Hm?” Minhyuk asks, feeling half out of his mind as Eunkwang ruts against him. He presses his heels to the small of his back to keep him close. “Maybe we should get you in some lace.”
Eunkwang whimpers. His next thrust is misaligned in his eagerness, making the head of his cock press up against Minhyuk’s taint. The feeling travels all the way up Minhyuk’s spine. He keens, thighs tensing as he rocks up against it.
They haven’t had the time to properly talk about the next step. Minhyuk had been hoping to find the right time and place, not in this dingy dorm room, to bring it up but now the image of Eunkwang stretching him, filling him, thrusting deep inside crashes into his thoughts. He gasps and kicks with his heels to hold Eunkwang there while he arches his hips to bring the tip of his cock to his ass. One of them moans. Minhyuk quakes.
“God, I want you inside of me,” he moans before he even realizes he’s saying it.
Eunkwang is busy leaving sloppy kisses down Minhyuk’s throat and chest. He stops and lifts his head to look down at him with wide eyes. His mouth forms a perfect o shape. It would be endearing if Minhyuk wasn’t half out of his mind with want.
“Really?” he breathes out in awe. Minhyuk’s heart trembles in his chest. “You would let me?”
Minhyuk wraps his arms around Eunkwang’s shoulders as he arches his back up off the mattress and rocks his hips against Eunkwang’s cock. “ Let you? I’ll beg you,” he responds breathlessly.
Something shifts in Eunkwang’s expression. He tilts his head and bites his lower lip.
“Intriguing.” His voice is deeper. Heat sparks in Minhyuk’s belly. “Even though we have evening practice?”
The thought of being sore throughout practice makes Minhyuk clench around nothing. His face heats at the idea of the other members noticing Eunkwang’s claim on him. He lets out a soft whine and nods.
Eunkwang shifts out of his hold and sits back on his heels, leaving Minhyuk feeling suddenly cold and vulnerable. He looks up at him with wide eyes.
“Do we even have condoms?” Eunkwang asks and runs a hand through his mussed hair.
Minhyuk nods again. “In my pillowcase.”
Eunkwang tilts his head again, his expression full of lust and wonder. “Just how long have you been wanting my cock, baby?”
Heat rushes through Minhyuk’s body. He breathes through the urge to curl in on himself and away from the intense blackness of Eunkwang’s eyes. “Awhile,” he manages to get out without his voice shaking too badly.
Eunkwang leans forward to plant a quick but thorough kiss to Minhyuk’s mouth.
“Stay.”
The simple command makes Minhyuk’s cock throb. He tangles his fingers in the sheets and whimpers while he watches Eunkwang scamper off the bed mostly naked in his mission to find the condoms. He scales the other bunk bed a little clumsily and shoves his hand into Minhyuk’s pillowcase. Once he has a condom in hand he hurries back down and over to his own bed. He yanks his shirt off before rejoining Minhyuk, leaving him naked and bare for Minhyuk to admire.
Eunkwang reaches under the bed with his other hand and pulls out a bottle of lube, which he drops unceremoniously on the mattress along with the condom.
Minhyuk smirks. “So that’s where you keep it.”
Eunkwang pins Minhyuk’s wrists to the bed as he leans over him to lick his way into his mouth. He bites at Minhyuk’s bottom lip hard enough for it to sting before pulling back again to look down at him.
“Apparently I need to teach you how to ask for what you want,” Eunkwang says, sounding winded. He squeezes his wrists firmly. “Keep your hands above your head. Don’t move them.”
Minhyuk’s hands curl into fists. He nods.
Eunkwang gives one final squeeze and lets them go. Minhyuk holds his breath as Eunkwang presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then his chin, before trailing more down the column of his throat. He nips at Minhyuk’s exposed collarbone. His hands come to rest at the top of his ribcage, right under the slight swell of his breasts. Minhyuk sucks in a shaky breath, his nails digging into his palms.
Eunkwang licks and sucks his way down the center of Minhyuk’s chest until he reaches the neckline of the dress. He squeezes his ribs before slowly dragging his hands along the curve of his waist. Minhyuk whimpers and bites his bottom lip, desire tingling down his spine.
“You’re so beautiful for me,” Eunkwang murmurs against his skin.
“For you,” Minhyuk echoes as he breathes out, his voice fluttering.
Eunkwang pulls back, keeping his firm hold on Minhyuk’s hips. He slowly tugs the fabric of the skirt up Minhyuk’s thighs. The soft fabric glides over sensitive skin. Minhyuk whimpers again. His fingers flex around nothing. He spreads his legs as the skirt reaches mid-thigh, arches his back appealingly as it bunches up around his waist to reveal his pretty panties.
Minhyuk can feel the blush heat his cheeks while Eunkwang appraises him.
“Perfect,” Eunkwang all but whispers.
Minhyuk’s cock throbs. The lacy fabric is soaked from precome. He shifts his hips at the discomfort and whines low in his throat.
Eunkwang shushes him. He places a hand on Minhyuk’s knee. He trails his touch up the inside of Minhyuk’s thigh at an achingly slow pace. Minhyuk bites down hard on his bottom lip. His arms tremble with the effort it takes to keep his hands still instead of reaching out to yank Eunkwang’s tiny, perfect hand up to where he could actually get some relief.
When Eunkwang finally reaches the hem of his panties, he pauses. Then he ducks down to press a kiss to his other knee. Minhyuk’s legs quiver, his whine raising in pitch.
The trail of Eunkwang’s mouth up his inner thigh moves even slower than his hand. His mouth is warm, his teeth just a tease of sharpness when he nips at the sensitive skin.
“Eunkwang--” Minhyuk sucks in air and tosses his head back against the pillow. His eyes flutter closed. “Eunkwang, please .”
Eunkwang bites down on the crease of his thigh. Minhyuk’s leg kicks, a moan tearing its way up from his chest. Eunkwang’s hand grabs the delicate lace and tugs, letting it snap back harshly against his skin.
“Please what, baby? Hm?” he murmurs, pressing the flat of his tongue against the bite mark left behind. “What do you need?”
Minhyuk’s throat is so dry. He forces himself to swallow. “Touch me,” he whimpers, tucking his face into the crook of his arm. “Please touch me. H-hurts..”
Eunkwang nuzzles him. “Oh no, can’t have that can we?”
Then he pulls back, the warmth of his breath and his hand leaving Minhyuk all at once. Minhyuk keens, his back arching off the mattress in protest. “N-no-- Eunkwang, please --”
“Shhh.. I’m just taking these pretty panties off,” Eunkwang assures him. He pets his thigh gently.
Minhyuk trembles as Eunkwang carefully pulls the soaked fabric down his hips and over his aching cock. He drags them all the way down Minhyuk’s legs and finally off. He returns with a kiss to Minhyuk’s ankle. Then another to his calf. Minhyuk is so hard he feels dizzy from it. He sucks in air as Eunkwang begins his journey back up the inside of his thigh.
“God, you’re soaked,” Eunkwang mumbles and licks at a puddle of precome that’s settled in the junction of his thigh and his crotch. Minhyuk whimpers. “I haven’t even put anything inside of you yet. Are you always like this?”
Minhyuk swallows. His brain desperately searches for words among the static.
“Better-- you--” he manages before letting out a shaky moan when Eunkwang presses two fingers to his taint. “.. with you.”
Eunkwang hums and trails his fingers down to his entrance. He presses the pad of one finger to the pucker there and Minhyuk’s brain whites out. His hips kick forward with a cry.
“Wow.. okay.” He hears Eunkwang take a shaky breath, feels him rest his forehead against Minhyuk’s hipbone for a few seconds before he lifts back up. “Okay. Legs up for me, baby. Spread them nice and wide.”
It takes a few seconds for Minhyuk to get his legs to work but they eventually obey him. He gets his heels dug into the mattress and spreads his legs in a way he vaguely thinks is slow and alluring. Eunkwang scrapes his teeth over his knee as he watches. His eyes are so, so dark.
“You’re breathtaking,” Eunkwang tells him, his voice rough around the edges.
Minhyuk’s heart flutters in his chest at the praise. He arches his spine, lengthening the line of his body in a way he knows looks good, and looks down at Eunkwang through his lashes. His skin feels warm and tingly under Eunkwang’s gaze.
Eunkwang fumbles with the lube with an embarrassed huff. He manages to get it open and squeezes some onto his fingers before he places them back between Minhyuk’s legs. The press is wet and cool against his flushed skin. Minhyuk breathes out a sigh as he clenches in anticipation of those fingers being inside of him.
One fingertip massages around his entrance at an agonizingly slow pace. Minhyuk keens and moves up against it. Eunkwang presses down on his hip with his other hand and gives him an amused smirk.
“Eunkwang, please-- I’m gonna--” Minhyuk whines, nails digging hard into his palms as he fights to keep his hands above his head. His arms are so tired.
Eunkwang pauses and looks up from where he had been watching his finger circle. “Gonna what?” he asks, his voice sounding unaffected despite the high flush on his cheekbones.
Minhyuk swallows. “Gonna die if you don’t get inside me,” he croaks out between needy gasps.
He can hear Eunkwang’s breath shake when he inhales. Then finally, finally, one slim finger breeches him. Minhyuk whimpers and clenches around it; sucks him inside.
“Wow,” Eunkwang breathes, his eyes wide as he stares at where Minhyuk is holding him inside. He curls his finger and drags it slowly out, drawing out a long moan from Minhyuk.
Minhyuk barely has time to whine about the absence when a second finger joins the first.
“Oh--” he gasps, rolling his hips up against them. “Oh, god, please --”
Eunkwang presses them in deep. He curls them again when he pulls back, coaxing out another low moan. He sets a steady pace, his fingers moving like a wave inside of Minhyuk. Minhyuk rocks his hips in time with each thrust. His brain fuzzes out, his only focus on the feeling of Eunkwang’s fingers stretching him open.
Eunkwang brushes lightly against his prostate and pleasure whips its way up his spine. Minhyuk arches into it, chasing the feeling. Eunkwang pulls his fingers back and then pushes back in deep at the same angle but the touch is still light, teasing. Minhyuk cries out, his chest heaving and arms shaking.
“Eunkwang..” he slurs, eyes rolling back.
Then a third finger slips in alongside the others. Minhyuk sucks in air, his muscles clenching hard. He feels full in a way he hasn’t felt in so long. His eyes roll back, his body drawn tight.
Eunkwang’s name falls from his lips over and over again like a prayer. He continues to roll his fingers inside of Minhyuk, building the pace gradually. His fingers brush teasingly against his prostate on every other thrust, creating a fire low in Minhyuk’s belly. It’s just barely not enough. Tears of frustration spark behind Minhyuk’s eyelids while he chases the sensation he’s craving, rocking desperately in time with each of Eunkwang’s thrusts.
“More-- need-- please --” he gasps, his cock throbbing painfully as it leaks more precome onto his pretty dress.
Eunkwang kisses his thigh and pulls his fingers out with a squelch. Minhyuk whimpers and clenches around air. His body is trembling from his shoulders to his toes while anticipation builds in his gut. He concentrates on breathing while he hears the crinkle of Eunkwang opening the condom; hears the soft little moan that escapes his mouth when he rolls it on.
Then he has one hand on Minhyuk’s thigh and the other on his waist as he settles back in between his legs. Minhyuk forces himself to open his eyes and look up at him.
“Can I move my hands?” he manages to ask.
Eunkwang’s gaze flicks from his face to his hands in disbelief. “Oh, baby, yes of course. You were so good for me,” he tells him, leaning forward to massage down his quivering bicep.
Minhyuk’s face warms at the praise. He winces when he finally moves his arms. He wraps them around Eunkwang’s shoulders to hold him close. He tilts his head up for a kiss and Eunkwang obliges, kissing him slow and deep while he moves Minhyuk’s legs up around his waist.
Eunkwang pulls away and presses his lips to the shell of Minhyuk’s ear.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he tells him, his voice low and intimate.
Minhyuk whimpers and squeezes his shoulders. “Please.”
He feels the head of Eunkwang’s cock press against his entrance. Minhyuk breathes in deep. Eunkwang shifts, Minhyuk breathes out, and then he’s inside of him.
A moan tears its way from Minhyuk’s chest when he’s finally filled and stretched. Eunwkang presses in with one smooth glide until he bottoms out. He tucks his head into Minhyuk’s shoulder, his breath shaky when it tumbles over his damp skin. His grip flexes on Minhyuk’s thigh. Minhyuk’s core quivers when he feels Eunkwang pulse inside of him.
“ Fuck --” Minhyuk groans. He tilts his hips to better accommodate his thick cock. “ Fuck yes. ”
“Hold on,” Eunkwang breathes into his neck. His hips rock forward helplessly with a whimper. “Hold on. I need-- you feel so good--”
Minhyuk takes the moment to breathe. Heat is already pooling low in his belly and Eunkwang hasn’t even moved inside of him yet. He just nods, tensing his thighs around Eunkwang’s hips, pressing his heels gently against the curve of his ass.
Then Eunkwang rocks back and thrusts slow and deep inside of him. Minhyuk’s toes curl, his back bowing off the mattress as he rolls his hips up against him. Eunkwang’s cock is so thick and deep he swears he can feel the punch of his movements in his chest. His entire body shakes.
“God, your dick is perfect--” he gasps when Eunkwang slams into him again. The rickety bunk bed gives a shudder under the force of it.
Eunkwang grips Minhyuk’s ass and lifts him, angling his hips just right to hit the head of his cock against his prostate. Minhyuk cries out, his head snapping back as his cock throbs between them. He scrambles for purchase on Eunkwang’s shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there.
“Again--”
Eunkwang moans into his neck, teeth scraping over his pulse point, and thrusts back in at the exact same angle. The movement is hard enough that Minhyuk shifts backwards on the mattress. The bed frame gives a whine of protest. Minhyuk’s mouth opens in a silent cry. He chokes on air at the next thrust, desperately trying to rock his hips up to meet his pace.
“Oh my go--”
Eunkwang bites down on his neck, his hips shaking on their next kick forward. Minhyuk’s cock pulses, the muscles of his abdomen tensing as he feels his edge rushing up to meet him. His thoughts are nothing but white noise, Eunkwang’s name tumbling from his lips like a prayer.
“I’m--” Minhyuk shakes under him, his vision whiting out each time Eunkwang hits that perfect spot inside of him. “You-- oh my god --”
After that everything is a blur of Eunkwang’s cock, Eunkwang’s scent, the warmth of Eunkwang’s tongue against the bite mark on his neck, Eunkwang’s surprisingly strong hands gripping into his ass to hold him at the perfect angle, Eunkwang’s name slurred from his lips over and over again. His eyes roll back, his orgasm rushing towards him in a hot haze. Then Eunkwang’s stomach brushes the head of his cock and he’s gone.
When he comes back to himself, Eunkwang is spent but still quivering inside of him. He’s mouthing at Minhyuk’s chest. Little whimpers are escaping from him with every rock of his hips, as if he can’t stop moving inside of him even though his dick is starting to soften. Minhyuk groans at the overstimulation, his thigh muscles fluttering on either side of Eunkwang’s hips.
“I’m sorry.. I can’t..” Eunkwang gasps. “You’re so.. Hnngg..”
Minhyuk runs a hand through his sweaty hair and gently tugs him up into a sloppy kiss.
“Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs against Eunkwang’s perfect mouth. He pauses to suckle his bottom lip. Eunkwang’s hips kick forward one last time, his half hard cock pulsing before he finally stills. Minhyuk tightens his legs before he can pull out. “Want you inside me all the time, oh my god, where did you learn to do that?”
Eunkwang curls his tongue behind Minhyuk’s teeth with a low moan. He kisses him slowly and thoroughly until Minhyuk is trembling beneath him. He finally pulls away with a nip to his lip.
“You sound surprised, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a more chaste kiss to his mouth before pulling back. “You didn’t think I was a virgin, did you?”
Minhyuk’s face must give him away because Eunkwang’s eyes widen.
“You’re joking,” Eunkwang gasps. He shifts forward in shock, the movement pressing his mostly soft dick deep enough that they both groan from overstimulation. Eunkwang huffs a laugh and taps his thigh. “Wanna let me go?”
Minhyuk shakes his head, his eyes fluttering closed. He knows there’s no way they have time for another round, that they’ve been lucky this entire time as it is, but he desperately wants Eunkwang to stay inside of him even if it’s just on the side of too much.
Eunkwang is rolling his eyes affectionately when Minhyuk finally flutters his eyes open again.
“We really need to air out this room before the boys get back, honey,” Eunkwang tells him, stroking his thigh. “And I’m honestly a little offended.”
It’s Minhyuk’s turn to huff a laugh. “You were so timid about touching me I just.. figured..” he shrugs and pulls him down into another deep kiss. “Definitely proved me wrong, don’t worry, I still can’t feel my toes.”
Eunkwang pulls back with a smirk. He rocks his hips forward jokingly but the moans they both let out are anything but funny. Minhyuk feels his dick try to react, stirring against his stomach. He squeezes around him just to hear Eunkwang choke on another moan. “You’re a menace,” Eunkwang groans, tucking his head beneath his chin.
“Not my fault you got me dick drunk,” Minhyuk shoots back with a grin. “We really need to find somewhere to do this where we won’t get.. interrupted.”
Eunkwang’s hips flex. “And perhaps not when we have night practice , oh my god..” He nips at his throat and then his sternum. He runs a hand up Minhyuk’s side, gripping at the soft fabric. “And I’m getting you some more of these.”
Minhyuk giggles softly. “You like when I’m pretty?”
Eunkwang kisses his chest. “You’re always pretty, baby.”
He finally reaches back to grip Minhyuk’s calf. He starts to force his legs down from where they’ve been wrapped around his waist. Minhyuk lets him with a soft whine. His legs are shaky when his feet finally touch the mattress and his thighs can splay out. Eunkwang kisses him thoroughly as he finally slips out of him.
It leaves Minhyuk feeling empty. His soreness finally starts to settle over him. He can tell it’s going to take some effort to not be obvious in the practice room. A thrill runs up his spine at the thought.
He watches Eunkwang sit up with some effort to tie off the condom and carefully chuck it into the trash. He watches as he stands on wobbly legs to open the window and find something to wipe them both down with.
Minhyuk forces himself to sit up and peel the wig off. Next goes the soiled dress and padded bra. When he lays back down he’s naked against the sheets. He flushes happily at the expression on Eunkwang’s face when he turns back to find him that way.
“You’re really testing my resolve,” Eunkwang tells him, voice low and eyes dark enough to send another shiver up Minhyuk’s spine.
“You’re the leader,” Minhyuk tells him with a smirk. “Cancel practice and get back over here to fuck me again.”
Eunkwang’s dick obviously reacts. It makes Minhyuk’s mouth feel dry.
Instead of joining him on the bed, Eunkwang tosses the clean cloth he found at him instead. “You don’t get special treatment just because you’re pretty. Clean up so we can shower and maybe take a nap before practice.”
The command in Eunkwang’s tone makes Minhyuk’s core tremble. He bites his lower lip and decides to save that exploration for later. Instead, he carefully cleans himself off and forces himself to stand on very weak legs. The soiled clothes are put in the hamper on their way to the shower.
They put the hot water to the test with wandering hands and kisses pressed into warm, wet skin. Eunkwang is tender with him and thorough when he soaps him down. Minhyuk allows him to take care of him, feeling fuzzy all over when Eunkwang wraps a towel around him to dry him off with an adorable expression of concentration on his handsome face.
When they’re clean and warm and snuggled up on Minhyuk’s bunk he drifts off with his head pillowed on Eunkwang’s arm, dreaming of all the different ways Eunkwang can take him apart and put him back together again.