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Eunho fucked up.
Like majorly fucked up.
He looks over at the man sleeping soundly next to him, his raven locks illuminated in the morning glow shining past his sheer curtains. Hamin’s back was exposed with fresh, red marks from when Eunho grasped onto it last night from when Hamin had fucked into him a little too hard and fast.
His face immediately flushes red at the thought of last night with their bodies tangled in sheets.
Fuck. Eunho groans internally, head hitting the pillow. He has to move out now.
—
“How long are you going to keep eye-fucking him?”
“Shit!” He immediately wipes down the liquid that spilled out of his solo cup onto his leather jacket, rubbing it away hoping it won’t stain his favorite jacket.
“Where did you even come from?” He grits out, glaring at Bamby who was giving him an are-you-kidding-me look.
“Don’t avoid the question, you're literally stripping down Hamin right now with your eyes.” Bamby whistles down under his breath at Hamin across the room. Hamin doesn’t usually go to parties—something Eunho learned after months of living with him being a secluded person—but when he does go to a party, everyone flocks towards him.
Eunho can’t deny the younger’s charm. He was nice and handsome, so who wouldn’t want to try to get dicked down by him—not that he wants to fuck his roommate, but one can imagine.
“Can you— stop being so crude, he’s my roommate for god's sake.” Eunho gulps down whatever terrible alcoholic mix is in his cup and his throat burns from the aftertaste of alcohol and the fruit punch.
“Yeah, roommates who never fucked even though every one assumes you guys did.” He nudges his shoulder’s with Eunho, “how have you’ve never fucked each other cause the sexual tension is so painfully obvious and if it were me—”
“Get back to your boyfriend, he looks like he’s about to puke on the floor.” Eunho shoves him back to Noah, the host of the party, who is drunk dancing in the middle of the room embarrassing himself, but Bamby doesn't budge like it was a common occurrence—it was—and leans in to whisper.
“If you don’t do something then I bet someone will.” He tilts his head over to Hamin leaning on the wall and a girl running her painted red nails down his arms—he really didn’t need to see the sight of his roommate getting flirted on. “Don’t come crashing at my place when you hear moans tonight!”
Bamby only grins and walks away as Eunho throws the middle finger at him. He’s clearly trying to start something and Eunho’s afraid it’s working when he bites the inside of his cheek.
He doesn’t get jealous often.
Okay maybe that was a lie. But he definitely shouldn’t be getting jealous of his roommate.
It’s unusual because Hamin always turns down whoever goes up to him in hopes of getting into his pants and he’s never brought anyone home whenever Eunho’s home too. Though the girl looks like she’s seconds away from pouncing on him and fucking him right there.
Something irks inside of him when he continues to see where this is going and a voice so similar to his bastard of a friend tempts him to do something about this.
Fuck, Eunho bites down on his lip. He needs to stop thinking about Hamin and his stupid face and his stupid smile and his stupid abs that he would see whenever the black-haired man finished his shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and those wet droplets trickling down his—
He needs to scream.
He swallows whatever courage he had before and heads to the bathroom, opposite of Hamin’s direction. He closes himself inside the cramped space, sighing in relief that there isn’t a couple getting it on here.
He looks himself straight in the mirror. God what was he doing? At a party and he’s not even enjoying himself? And thinking about his roommate of all people—the same guy who couldn’t even hold 30 seconds of eye contact and scatters away back to his room.
Fuck he can’t do this, what was he going to do?
It doesn’t help that Hamin is severely an attractive person and also his type in guys. Hot, tall, smart, the list could go on. But it’s clearly not a great idea to be attracted to said roommate when it’ll make things wholly awkward to deal with. The younger already avoids him back home and to have this secret come out—he might as well move out.
Eunho splashes water on his face, the alcohol fading away from his haziness.
Fuck it.
He came here to get wasted and with all this free alcohol, he can’t let it go down in vain.
He opens the door in a rush, almost causing the knob to fall off but is stopped in his tracks. Hamin stands in front of the door, fist raised and ready to knock on the door.
“Oh um, hyung— I was going to check up on you, took a while in there.” How did he know he was in the bathroom? Hamin rubs his neck sheepishly and Eunho sees the glint of his silver rings on his fingers and god his fingers so long and thi—
“Sorry about that, did you need to use the bathroom?” Eunho gulps down whatever thoughts he has because now was not the time when he was having a crisis a moment ago.
“Ah no, I’m good…” They linger there for a moment, words stuck inside their mouths until Hamin clears his throat to speak.
“They’re uh— the group is playing a game, wanna join?” The group Hamin refers to is their group of mutual friends.
It doesn’t seem that this party was going to be any fun with the crowded bodies. Might as well drown some alcohol through party games. He nods and lets Hamin lead the way to a secluded guest room.
When they enter the room it’s dark and not a single sight of anyone there.
“Hamin are you sure we’re in the right place—”
Then the door slams shut.
They both turn to the now closed door and there’s a symphony of giggles behind the door.
This little shit.
Eunho speeds to the door and bangs on it as hard as he can. “Bamby! Are you kidding me right now?! Let us out now!”
He wiggles the doorknob and if he wasn’t so considerate of this place being Noah’s home, the door would’ve been broken down immediately.
“It’s seven minutes in heaven, Eunho-yah!” Comes Noah’s irritating voice. Of course the two would conspire stupid shit like this.
“Seven minutes my ass— we didn’t even agree to this!”
He’s pushing all his body weight to open the door but it doesn’t even budge, how the hell is there so much strength in preventing the door from opening?
“Hyung…” A hand rests on his shoulder and he turns to look up at Hamin.
“I don’t think they’re gonna give up, you know them.” He says with a sympathetic face.
And he’s right, unfortunately. Put Bamby and Noah together and all hell will break loose.
Eunho drops his arms and runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
“Seven minutes in heaven, what are we high schoolers…” he mutters looking down at the floor. “Do they want us to moan or something to let us out?”
He glances at Hamin and the younger looks incredibly uncomfortable with that comment as his eyes dart across the dark room. Great, now he’s stuck with his roommate who looks like he doesn’t want to be near him.
“Let’s just sit on the bed and figure this out.”
Hamin nods and follows Eunho to sit on the edge, leaving a lot of space in between them.
This makes his eyes twitch. He needed answers to the raging question in his head. It was now or never in this godforsaken room.
“Hamin-ah.”
The younger looks at him expectantly, big eyes that look scared almost.
“Do you not like me?”
He couldn’t believe that Hamin’s eyes could go wider than usual, but it did.
“What?”
“Well you always look like you dread being in the same room as me. If I’m someone you can’t stand then maybe I should just move out—”
“No!” Hamin’s hands rush to hold Eunho’s shoulders, startling the both of them.
“Sorry… I just—” His hands quickly move off as if he burned himself.
Seriously, what is his problem?
“See, this is what I’m talking about.” Eunho’s voice goes a notch higher—Hamin was confusing him in every way possible.
“You— act all nice but the moment you get close to me you avoid me. If you just don’t like me then tell me straight instead of playing these stupid games.” Hamin’s face looks broken from that. There was no best way to word it and, honestly, Eunho thinks it's his mind going on overdrive.
It goes silent. The muffled sounds of the music blasting downstairs rumble beneath their feet. His heart beats so loud it could almost rip through his chest.
“Hyung, it’s not like that at all.” Comes Hamin’s voice that became so small, yet it punches a breath out of Eunho’s lungs.
“Then what is it? Help me understand this.”
Hamin closes his eyes almost as if he was strained in thought. He lets out a sigh and then locks eyes with Eunho’s.
Time stops like the grains of sand in an hourglass on its side. Hamin inches forward with his body, the sheets rustling beneath them. This is the closest they’ve ever been and this time no one is backing out.
Hamin’s face fills his vision, his soft bangs, his rounded eyes, the tint of red on his cheeks from the alcohol, how his tongue peeks out of his plump lips—he looked lovely and all Eunho could think about was the person in front of him.
“Eunho-hyung…” Then Hamin’s hand touches his cheek, calloused hands that felt soft to the touch. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his neck and him leaning into this unfamiliar touch.
What was he doing?
But he didn’t want to stop here. He couldn’t because something inside of him lingers to long for more.
Eunho lets him. Their lips meeting with small jolts running through his body as if he was catching on fire. It was timid at first, the warmth of each other’s lips settling in between them.
Then it twisted into desperation when Eunho leaned into it. Hamin shifts his hand to the back of Eunho’s neck, intertwining with the dark hairs and pulling him in as close as possible.
They kiss, all fury and fast, he feels heat rising from below his skin.
God he wants him so bad. He’s admitting to that after months of living with the other.
He licks into the younger’s mouth and their tongues collide with answering moans. Eunho tugs on Hamin’s body to be on top of him that has him groaning and he wants that ragged sound in him.
“Okay, I gave you guys more than enough time— oh my god.”
They both pull away as fast as they can, almost tumbling off of the bed and shocked eyes meet Bamby standing at the edge of the doorway. There was no explanation needed for what Bamby was seeing right now
He is never going to hear the end of it from the other, he thinks.
Eunho stands up without thinking, grabbing Hamin’s wrist and pushing past the pink-haired man and leaving the room with the other man. He ignores the shouts from behind him because he only had one thing on his mind.
—
The way back to their apartment was rushed and disorganized. Eunho’s jeans have been sporting an erection for quite some while and if Hamin does not open this door any faster his hardness might go away.
“Hamin-ah, hurry,” the younger man has him pushed up against the front door, mouthing the pale skin on his neck as he punches in the code to their door.
The latter makes a pained groan when Eunho rubs his crotch upwards as an act of show to hurry the fuck up because he was not about to waste time on them fucking for trying to open a goddamn door. Finally, the sound of the door unlocking comes through and it swings wide open as the two uncoordinated roommates stumble into their place.
Eunho almost tips over before Hamin wraps an arm around his torso and spins them around where his back shuts the door again. His jacket falls to the floor and it’s a shame because it was his favorite, but he pays no mind to it.
Their lips meet again, devouring with desire, and Eunho can’t stop running his hands through the younger’s hair to hear the low pants whenever he tugs on the roots. Hamin’s large hands seem to cover his entire waist and he gasps at the feeling of it when the latter hauls him upward. Fuck, it’s been a while since he was manhandled like this and being a 184 cm tall man—it was an uncommon occurrence.
His legs go to wrap around, their crotches rubbing against each other and they moan into each other. Eunho has no patience—he needs the other’s clothes to come off and be fucked, now.
“F-fuck, Hamin, please— I want you— need you.” He whimpers into his mouth, hands bunching up Hamin’s black t-shirt at the hem.
Hamin moves his lips downwards and mutters into his neck, a sheer layer of sweat coating it. “Your’s or mine?”
“Any— anywhere, ah! Just hurry up.”
Hamin then reaches to grab him by the ass, pulling him straight onto his clothed cock, and moving them to the nearest bedroom. Eunho is full-on panting in the other’s ear as Hamin harshly sucks a mark on his neck—he wants to be marked everywhere, something to remind him that this wasn’t just a dream and was something so real to him.
His ass meets the smooth sheets of Hamin’s bed. In a swift motion, Hamin’s shirt comes off and he has to bite his lip to not moan so loudly. There have been plenty of times where he sees Hamin leave the bathroom, dripping wet and holding a skimp towel at his waist. It takes Eunho everything in him to not ogle, but now that he’s here in front of him—he’s going to savor it in his mind.
Tan rippled skin paired along with broad shoulders, his hands softly trail up his arms and to his nape where he pulls down the other into his lips again.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted you,” he mouths sensually into Hamin’s, biting his bottom lip. “Wanted you to— to touch me— to use me, needed everything from you, Hamin-ah.”
“Yeah?” He feels hands come up to glide over the smooth skin of his stomach glimpsing out of the bottom of his shirt. Those hands push it up and Eunho lifts his arms so he can remove it.
“Yeah.” He responds as his back meets the bed when Hamin’s body comes on top of him, lips back on his neck and moving downward to his chest.
“God, your chest, hyung.” Those large hands fondle with his chest, grabbing a pec in each one and squeezing them as Hamin takes a look at them.
Eunho had inward nipples. It was something he’s not confident in and to have Hamin staring at them like they’re divine made him want to cover up.
Hamin’s tongue peeks out to lick his nipple and then rolls his tongue on the bud to suck on it. While his tongue sucks on one, his thumb traces circles around the other to make it pop up. Eunho whimpers into the air at the wet sensation, chest arching into his mouth for more.
He could feel the warmth of those lips sucking on his nipples, making them more erect and plump as it gets stimulated.
“Oh, hngh— Hamin-ah!”
“Hyung, I dreamt of fucking you, would come all the time thinkin’ about you and— fuck, your chest.”
“M-my chest?” He asks watching Hamin take pleasure in sucking his chest, crotch grinding in Eunho’s knee below. He’s never seen anyone be so turned on just from his chest. It leaves his stomach churning with fire.
“Yes, your chest. When you would— ngh, come home from the gym— and take off your shirt,” Hamin moans around his nipple, biting it down and making Eunho moan so loud. “All I wanted to do was pin you down on the couch and fuck my cock in between your tits. Watch your nipples get hard as my cock rubs on them.”
Eunho keens in response to that, god, imagining Hamin’s thick cock rubbing on his chest makes him clench his legs together.
“Is— is that why you always ran to the bathroom whenever I came home?” He pants when a particularly harsh bite leaves an imprint around his nipple.
“I didn’t want to scare you off if I got hard every time I saw you.” Hamin harshly grinds down on Eunho’s knee and from the feeling of it he can tell how huge the younger was.
A desire lights up inside him hearing this confession. All this time he thought Hamin scurried off to his room because he couldn’t stand being in the same room as Eunho, but he was only getting a jack off session.
Cute, he thinks.
“Show me.” His hands come up to tug on the dark locks and Hamin’s eyes stare back at him, hot and heavy. “Show me how much you want me.”
The younger listens to those words exactly, kissing and sucking down his torso, red marks left behind in the action. His head is near the band of his jeans and Eunho pulls harder on his hair for him to keep going.
He tugs on the zipper of the jeans down with his mouth and the older instantly feels relief from the tight space. His pants are being pulled off to be thrown in some random corner of the room. Hamin’s rough hands slide up and down his silky thighs, opening them up for him to fit his head in between.
“Ngh— fuck!” Hamin’s tongue licks him through his boxers that has his cock twitching and bucking his hips upward.
He glances down at the other sucking wet patches through the fabric. His cock can barely take it anymore under the confines of his boxers and Hanin understands that when he swiftly removes them.
Eunho is laid barren, cheeks rosy and lips cherry red and swollen with spit. His cock weeping pink on the verge of coming from the thought of Hamin’s hand wrapping around him. Hamin sits up right and takes it all in with his eyes as if he wasn’t stripped bare enough.
“You’re so beautiful, hyung.”
Puppy eyes, glassy and watery, come back to meet him, ready to be fucked. “Fuck.”
Hamin leans down back into the crevice of his thighs and takes his cock in one swallow. Eunho throws his head back with his eyes rolling in a loud mewl at the unexpected motion. There’s fire in his abdomen that is burning him from the inside and ready to burst.
His breathing gets faster and he can’t handle it for long. His cock throbs too hotly in Hamin’s mouth as it hits the back of his throat. The younger hums in thought, cheeks hollowing, when Eunho does a shallow thrust encouraging for more.
The room is filled with short gasps and breathy curses whenever Hamin sucks a little too hard or his tongue prods the slit on his tip. Eunho can’t stop his hips from bucking when Hamin glides from the base of his length to the tip where he makes sure to take it all in.
“Ah— Hamin—, ‘m gonna come, stop—” He whimpers, tangling his fingers into the dark roots pulling him off his cock, whining a bit at the loss of the wet heat. Spit dribbles down Hamin’s chin, his eyes in a dazed state as he comes up to look at the writhing man.
He doesn’t want to come in Hamin’s mouth—though that will become another time another day—he wants to come with Hamin buried inside of him.
Eunho’s cock twitches and dribbles pre-cum that has Hamin swiping it off with his finger and popping it in his mouth. “You taste good, hyung.”
He shivers, holding back his moans and throws his arm over his eyes to hide his embarrassment.
He can hear a rustling sound in the nightstand. Hamin brings out a half-empty bottle of lube and a packet of condoms. He sheds off his pants and his boxers on the floor. Eunho uncovers his eyes in peak curiosity and he can’t stop staring at what he sees in front of him.
It’s bigger than he imagined and it is certainly going to make him feel full for days. He reaches down to wrap his fingers around Hamin’s cock and, fuck, he can’t even fully cover it and that has Hamin grunting low under his breath.
“You’re so big.” He gasps at the weight of it in his hand and begins to stroke the younger up and down.
He takes pleasure in the way Hamin screws his eyes shut, brows furrowed and fists clenching the sheets below. “Hyung.”
Eunho takes pity on how his resolve is about to break and lets go of his dick to promptly grab the bottle of lube. Before he opens up the cap, Hamin has him flipping onto his stomach, ass pulled to the air and the lube in his hands.
He looks over his shoulder, seeing Hamin already warming up the lube in his fingers—those long fingers that Eunho knows, without a doubt, will reach places farther than his own. He raises his hips higher in anticipation, hoping it’ll encourage Hamin to move faster.
“Look at you.” He hears a guttural groan behind him. Eunho smiles to himself in the bedsheets, proud he’s able to elicit a response like that. Hamin kisses up his thighs and his fingers prod his rim, a fluttering spark leaving Eunho to shut his eyes to prepare. He’s prodding and taking his sweet time that Eunho almost impatiently yells at Hamin to get it on with.
But words stop short of his mouth when the first finger goes past inside and my god, he was not wrong about those fingers. It’s a little painful since it’s been a while since Eunho last fingered himself into the late nights, but his hole opens slowly to the motions.
“F-fuck…” Hamin’s index finger drags along so slowly against his walls, and it's so deep inside of him, that Eunho wants to know how far his dick will reach inside him. “M-more— more, please, Hamin-ah.”
He inhales sharply at another finger joining in and his fists bunch the sheets tightly when Hamin starts working him open. His walls stretch more than he could ever achieve with his own fingers. Then a third finger enters and Eunho sees lights bursting behind his eyelids.
“Hamin!” The bed muffle his shouts as Hamin pumps his fingers in and out at a speed, aiming for his prostate and shooting bliss throughout his body.
He holds his hips to still Eunho’s squirming as his fingers stretch him impossibly open. The younger man leans down to cover Eunho’s back with his chest and kisses the skin below his earlobe.
“Hyung, you’re swallowing my fingers so good.” He makes a point and does a quick jab to the other’s prostate and Eunho moans like he’s losing his mind.
“Doing so well.” He praises him with more kisses under his ear.
“Ah ah— it‘s too much.” Hamin’s fingers drag along his walls deep inside and his body goes haywire—he can’t handle this, he needs Hamin’s cock inside of him. “I— I need— your cock, please, I need it.”
“Hm? I can’t hear you, hyung, speak up.” This piece of shit, if Eunho was in the right mindset he would be cursing him out by now, but instead he complies when he tilts his head away from his divot in the bed, ready to lose his pride for the sake of feeling full.
“Hamin-ah—” he pleads out of breath, ass pushing back to meet his fingers brushing his prostate. “Hyung needs your cock— ‘m ready please.”
Hamin stops short of his motions. Then he exhales a shaky breath. He takes his slick fingers out of his hole that has Eunho whimpering to the exposure of cold air.
“Eunho-hyung, you’ll be the death of me.”
“I’ll die first if you don’t shove your dick in me.” He bites out and the other lets out a soft chuckle.
“I’ll give you what you need,” he leans down to peck Eunho’s lips.
Hamin flips him back onto his back, settling in between his thighs as he opens up the condom to roll over his length. Eunho’s knees are bent and spread open, he can feel the warm lube dripping out of his hole and his cock, angry red at the tip, begging for its release with a sheer layer of saliva coating it.
“God,” Hamin’s voice is strained as he watches the sight in front of him, the image of Eunho all ruined for him. The younger rubs up and down his thighs as he lines his cock and buries it inside inch by inch.
“Ngh— oh Hamin!” He instinctively wraps his ankles around Hamin’s waist, pushing him closer as he bottoms out. Hamin leans back with his hands gripping the other’s waist. Eunho hasn’t felt this full in a long time that his eyes cross at the feeling.
“You’re taking me— god, so fucking deep, hyung.” Hamin looks down where his cock disappears into his hole and thrusts tentatively.
Eunho arches his back like a bow with a sharp inhale when he adjusts to the younger’s size. “Move— give it to me, give it to hyung.” He smooths his hands over the other’s hard chests before rolling his hips down and clenching tight.
Hamin grits his teeth in response and then begins snapping his hips, setting a slow tempo in the beginning, but Eunho needs more—needs it rough to hurt.
“Oh Hamin, faster— harder, fuck me, fuck me.” He whines prettily, eyes hooded looking serene up at the dark-haired man for a reaction as his nails dig into his chest.
He could see Hamin breaking when his jaw clenches and then thrusts deep and hard like how Eunho wants it. “How can I say no when you look so pretty begging for me, hyung.”
He sets a pace and the skin on skin sound fills the air. His body shifts up and down the sheets, but the tight grip Hamin has on him keeps him in place and speared onto his length.
He changes the angle suddenly—
“Hamin!” It has him crying out, tears falling down in bliss when Hamin’s cock hits his prostate, waves of shock reverberate throughout his body and it's so addicting.
The younger is practically picking him up and fucking him obscenly. He continues to hit it at that spot, over and over, and Eunho has lost all will to think anymore. All he can say and think is Hamin, his name is what only falls out of his mouth alongside his drawn out moans.
“Knew you’d take my cock so good.” Hamin punctuates his words with harsh plunges into his hole and his thighs shake violently. Eunho’s sure the skin where he meets Hamin is bruised red. “Hm, what do you think? Were you made for my cock, hyung?”
His lips bitten crimson gape open, no words came out, only his choked cries could be heard. He’s breathless, oxygen running out of his lungs, but he doesn’t need air right now—not when Hamin is fucking him so, so good.
He bends down over Eunho’s body, teeth grazing a sensitive part of his neck. “Hyung, answer me.”
Eunho wraps his arms around Hamin’s shoulders. His nails scratch down skin as he tries to make words with his incoherent and strangled sounds. “All y-yours— meant— ah! For your cock— please!”
Hamin clamps down rough onto his neck. Marking him there and laving his tongue to soothe the bite— he does this multiple times all over his body. Eunho’s wrecked and on edge with hips stuttering to meet the harsh thrusts.
“Oh ngh— if I knew you wanted me to fuck you we’d be doing this much earlier on. I’ll fuck you so many times you’ll only know my name.” Hamin releases a deep grunt. “You want that, hyung? Want me to fuck you silly everytime?”
Eunho nods feverishly, words don’t seem to be working for him right now.
Hamin trails a hand down on Eunho’s stomach, pressing down where the bulge of his cock is showing. Eunho lets out a trembling curse, the feeling staying with him forever of Hamin stretching him so far inside.
“Feel that? I’m so deep in you— fuck, you’re only gonna remember my cock.”
He reaches down to wrap around Eunho’s cock, stroking it on time with his thrusts.
“Sto— ‘m close! I’m gonna come!” His hands dig deep into the other’s shoulders, his hips bucking up into Hamin’s hand.
“Not yet, hyung,” Hamin is cruel when he squeezes the base of Eunho’s length and he sobs at the lack of release. “Hold it in.”
His body shakes with wanton need, thighs clamping and tears falling down onto his cheeks. Hamin is hungry and merciless pounding him straight into the bed, and his body takes it all in, molding a place for him inside.
“Fuck.” He lets go of his cock to intertwine their hands together. “Hyung, fuck, come— come for me.”
Eunho’s back bends so far back, cock rubbing hard against Hamin’s abs and with a depraved moan, loud and pained. He comes with explosions behind his eyes. The white cum shoots out, painting the bottom of his chin and his milky skin along with Hamin’s tan chest.
His body goes limp and his ass goes tighter than before—it doesn’t stop Hamin at all. He goes at it, primal almost animalistic, in a rhythm faster than before and Eunho can’t do anything but scream and grab on the other in over-sensitivity.
“Hyung, you’re so tight mmfph, I’m coming— gonna come.” And with a drawn-out thrust inside, all Eunho can think about is if there was no condom, if Hamin’s cockhead would drag endlessly across his walls or if he came and filled him to the point it’ll reach his stomach.
“Fill me up,” He pleads as he tilts Hamin’s head upwards in a kiss and he comes with a husky groan deep from his chest. It turns Eunho on even more when he hears it.
The air between them becomes heavy. They take a moment to breathe, letting their chests fall into a steady rhythm.
They let out shuddering gasps when Hamin slowly pulls out and drags against Eunho’s walls. His body is overly exhausted and Hamin grabs a nearby shirt on the floor to wipe the grime and cum off of them.
His eyes are heavy, on the verge of shutting tight, but he keeps awake to Hamin gently cleaning around his thighs. He shuffles up the bed and behind Eunho, engulfing him with his chest to the older’s back.
“Did so good for me, hyung. You okay? Was I rough?” He leaves a soft kiss on his forehead and Eunho smiles softly at it.
“No, was perfect, you fucked me so good, Hamin-ah.” Hamin shyly chuckles and pulls him in.
Eunho can’t help but to lay his head on his chest and have his eyes fluttering shut.
They’ll handle it in the morning.
—
“Not gonna say good morning, hyung?” Eunho shakes himself out of his mind when Hamin wakes up from his slumber. His morning voice is raspy as if cracked around glass—he does not need an erection first thing in the morning.
“Oh um, good morning.” It’s a little awkward knowing a few hours ago they were moaning each other’s name, but he still gives a small smile to the younger.
“Please don’t think about moving out.” Hamin rests a hand on his and Eunho tries his best not to react strongly.
How did he know…?
“I really like you, hyung— ever since you moved in and I didn’t mean to avoid you all the time. I just didn’t know how to confront you.”
“Oh.” He stares dumbly at the other. Now he just feels bad for assuming bad things about the younger.
“And I still want you to live with me.” Eunho’s heart throbs in his chest. He pulls Hamin in a kiss, not heated like last night, but tender.
They pull away after a couple of moments. “But you’re going to have to make it up to me for running away all the time.”
“Oh yeah?” Hamin wraps an arm around his torso, pulling him into another kiss, this time longer than before.
“You look good by the way.” He mouths into the older’s lips before biting his lower lip.
“Hm?” Eunho raises his eyebrow in question, pulling away when Hamin smirks at him and looks up and down at him.
“With all my marks on you.” His face burns like fire when he comes to a realization of how atrocious his body looks right now.
Then Hamin swoops in and starts licking and sucking at the sore spots he marked on his neck. He tries to push him away, but to no avail—the younger was inherently stronger than him.
“Stop it, I have to do things today.” It’s a weak attempt at an excuse and Hamin sees through it.
“Mhmm, what things?” The bastard. He grins into his neck, sucking a little too harshly that has Eunho muffling a moan
“Like— like… making breakfast?”
Hamin puts a hand under the blanket, sliding it over the smooth expanse of his thigh and trailing up and up and—
“I can think of better breakfast options.” And then he climbs on top of his now-boyfriend.
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“Hyung, faster.” Hamin slaps his ass mildly, leaving a red imprint on his cheek.
Eunho’s thighs ache and will definitely be sore later, but he doesn’t care when he rides Hamin’s cock with vigor. His hands fall onto the younger’s chest, stabilizing himself as he bounces at a tantalizing speed.
“Hamin-ah— it hurts, I can’t—”
Hamin grabs his hips and thrusts upwards into his tight heat. “Fuck, can’t even ride me properly, hyung, look at you so fucking wet.”
He keens loudly at the condescending tone when his prostate is being rammed harshly. His dick bounces along to the rhythm, dribbles of pre-cum spilling out in gobbles he can’t stop. The squelch of his ass meeting Hamin’s thighs was insanely loud, but pleasure fills him up to the top.
“I gotta show you how to do it huh?” He takes over with speed and pushes to the hilt that makes Eunho gasp aloud.
He’s close.
“I’m—” He doesn’t have time to even warn of his impending orgasm when it sneaks up on him and his cum shoots all over Hamin’s body.
Hamin groans from the tight heat and leaves no time for Eunho to recover before he’s slammed onto his back. He promptly pulls out his dick and shifts onto his knees in front of Eunho’s face.
“Squeeze your tits for me hyung.” Hamin says with authority as he places his cock in between his pecs. Eunho listens with a dazed mind and holds his chest to have the younger rub his length all over him.
“Fuck, so good— ah…” He pumps his cock to his orgasm with his tip catching onto Eunho’s perked-up nipples.
The sight is obscene with cum all over Eunho’s neck and chest. He’s fully fucked out for the day—in fact the whole week.
“Again?” Hamin asks, brushing the sweaty white strands off Eunho’s forehead.
God, Hamin will be the death of him.
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Bamby 11:09
piece of shit i know you two fucked, thank me later