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nicholas is trying very hard not to move.
he’s chalking the situation up to their constantly busy schedules and lack of personal time for longer than a day. it’s not that big of a deal, it’s normal, these things happen.
he’s telling himself this, because literally what else can he do when his bandmate is currently humping his back?
euijoo’s panted breaths are even, and nicholas is betting he’s still asleep. euijoo would never do something so vulnerable and outright lewd consciously, even if they’ve already done worse, have been consistently doing worse things for the past few months.
in all honesty, nicholas could’ve expected something to happen when euijoo fell asleep in his bed, but this is a scenario even his pervert-addled mind couldn’t create.
anyway, it’s obvious by the bright light of his phone screen that nicholas himself isn’t asleep, so there’s no way this could be a euijoo-taking-advantage-of-him moment.
except, he’s still grinding his hard-on against nicholas’ back, so maybe it could be?
unfortunately, whether or not the back-humping is conscious or not is not at the forefront of his concerns. wild. he doesn’t really mind being the object of euijoo’s desperation.
he’s just not entirely sure what he should do about it.
is it better to wake euijoo up from his horny stupor and let him work it out in the bathroom?
well, nicholas has seen first-hand how tired euijoo has been. their schedule has been draining the entire group, but especially euijoo, who puts off voicing his own struggles in favor of focusing on that of the other members.
it’s been a gradual decline – the dark spots forming under his eyes, the way he can barely keep his head up during makeup and hair – and euijoo isn’t typically the most talkative in the room, but even the frequency at which he zones completely out of conversation is increasing daily.
nicholas has noticed, is all, and truthfully, he’d considered offering to help euijoo release stress a few times, but he can barely get ahold of him long enough to act on it.
euijoo seems to have found a source of release in nicholas anyway, so maybe he should let him ride it out and address the issue in the morning?
yeah, okay. nicholas settles on that idea.
euijoo will tire himself out, and whatever perverted dreams he’s having might change to something less vulgar, and maybe he’ll stop soon.
nicholas can’t really say he’s that uncomfortable, so he goes back to browsing on his phone.
but it’s a struggle to focus (who would’ve thought?). he’s barely paying attention to the content he’s scrolling through with euijoo panting soft noises that are pitching higher as his breaths hit nicholas’ neck.
he’s jostling nicholas’ body with every thrust forward, and he’d probably knock nicholas off the bed if he weren’t holding him in place with an arm around his waist.
nicholas is borderline trapped, which is also not one of his biggest problems.
he tries to settle into it, enjoying the touch he admits to have been craving for a while, even if euijoo isn’t aware of fulfilling that craving.
it’s going fine. euijoo’s hips roll forward at a steady, slow pace. his thrusts end harshly, like the period at the end of a sentence, knocking air through nicholas’ parted lips.
it’s fine, really.
then, to nicholas’ partial displeasure, it’s not.
euijoo shuffles, searching for comfort, or maybe more friction, curling further into nicholas as breathy noises tamper off to broken gasps punctuated by quiet, whiny, sounds.
his thrusts turn forceful as well as his grip, pressing into nicholas’ abdomen so hard it’s beginning to hurt.
whispered pleas tumble out of his mouth, like euijoo is afraid his source of desperately awaited pleasure will disappear.
whimpers become full moans, shameless and loud enough that anyone else awake might hear him.
his lips brush the skin of nicholas’ nape with every half-shaped beg, and nicholas thinks he’s maybe at his breaking point.
it wouldn’t be great if another member heard, if the two of them had to sit through a very awkward conversation with the other members or worse, a manager.
he attempts to pry euijoo’s hand from his waist, but it barely budges. if anything, it tightens.
nicholas sighs.
“euijoo,” he calls, and again, louder, when the other doesn’t stir. gradually, the rhythm of his thrusts breaks, hips slowing. his grip on nicholas loosens, so nicholas turns slightly, watching euijoo’s eyelids flutter. he slurs asking what time it is.
it’s around 1 am. euijoo groans quietly and rolls to lay on his back, which is the moment he seems to notice his problem, prominent due to the covers having fallen around his thighs throughout the night.
he mutters something like ohmygod and glances back up at nicholas.
“i think you were having a dream,” nicholas says, feigning uncertainty to soften the blow. euijoo’s eyebrows crease, gaze falling away as he tries to remember said dream. seconds later, he looks back at nicholas with wide, quivering eyes.
“did i– what happened? did i say anything?” he asks, which kind of catches nicholas off guard. he had said something, but it's kind of a weird question to lead with.
“say anything?” nicholas echoes.
“like– names, or…”
“names,” nicholas trails, trying to understand what euijoo is asking.
euijoo nods with no further explanation, puffy face glowing under streetlight shining through the curtain. his eyes are wide and his cheeks are pink, bright even under the dim lighting.
he looks cute. pathetic, even. nicholas twitches in his boxers.
he’s mortified enough, already, waiting with visible anxiety for nicholas to answer the question. nicholas chuckles awkwardly, and lies out of mercy. “you might’ve mumbled something, but i didn’t catch it.”
euijoo deflates, sinking back into the bed and looking into an unspecified, dark corner of the room. he stiffens again when nicholas speaks up, like he’d forgotten nicholas was there (in nicholas’ own room, mind you).
“is something the matter?”
“uh– no, i should probably…go back to my room,” he says, but he doesn’t move, and nicholas is maybe (probably) projecting, but it doesn’t seem like he wants to very much. he’s completely slumped into the mattress, undoubtedly still weary.
“if you wanna step away for a few and take care of your problem, we can head back to sleep together,” nicholas offers, because they both sleep better near the body heat of another person, and nicholas doesn’t want euijoo to leave.
euijoo’s eyes follow where nicholas vaguely gestures when he says “problem,” and flushes deeper, facepalming.
he groans, mumbles. “this is so embarrassing. i’m so sorry.”
it’s not, really. this is natural. this is a thing that happens. it’s fine, which nicholas tells euijoo, much like he tried to convince himself earlier. it still feels a little like he’s trying to convince himself.
he lays a hand on euijoo’s, causing the other to flinch, peeking from between his fingers.
“and you know i’m here for you, juju. if you need to destress,” he says, not entirely sure what he means by that. well, he know what he means, but the meaning could change depending on however euijoo takes it.
euijoo lowers his hands. “it’s fine, i can’t–” he stops, starts over, “it’s been awhile. i guess the frustration caught up with me.”
nicholas nods, because he doesn’t know how to respond to that in a way that doesn’t come off as dick-desperate, like he’s a little too eager to help euijoo (he is, of course).
euijoo says something about a cold shower nicholas barely hears, pushing the duvet off his body. without it, the print in his shorts is prominent, much more visible, and nicholas’ mouth dries. he really doesn’t want euijoo to leave.
“i mean, i can help you. now, if you want,” he says, eyes flicking down to euijoo’s boner in a way that’s probably not as subtle as he means it to be.
euijoo says, “what do you mean?” feigning ignorance for only two reasons nicholas can come up with.
one, he’s shy, and he always wants to make sure nicholas is positively talking about sex before he puts himself out there, avoiding being wrong and facing rejection.
two, he’s the worst ever, and always wants to hear nicholas say the filthy words he can’t muster himself. nicholas’ eyes roll.
“you were humping me, just now, while you were asleep.”
euijoo’s mouth drops open, a fresh wave of horror washing over him. “why didn’t you stop me?” he asks, voiced pitched. nicholas hesitates, scratching the back of his head just to do something with his hands.
“i dunno. you were really tired today. i didn’t wanna wake you until you got too loud and i had to.”
euijoo winces, pulling the duvet over his face.
“we can continue that, the humping, if you want,” he says, lets it hang in the air for euijoo to decide what to do with. vulgar language and the vulnerability it pairs with come easily to him, easier than it does to the other, and he doesn’t mind asking, initiating.
especially if there’s a chance he’ll get to touch euijoo in the end.
euijoo pulls the cover down just below his eyes, hair a messy halo against the pillow. he contemplates like he always does when nicholas offers. they won’t talk about it tomorrow, or the next day. it’s just a thing for tonight, in the name of release, that probably won’t happen again.
until next time, when it does.
euijoo scoots closer, slightly, with a quiet okay. they’re inches away when nicholas turns on his shoulder. euijoo stares at him with that airheaded look that works so well for him, and nicholas chuckles, endeared, pulling him closer to meet their lips.
before, when they’d first started this thing, kissing was a enough. the soft touch of euijoo’s lips against his helped nicholas through another touch deprived week.
but nicholas is greedy, and he’s not a man of great self control when it comes to one particular byun euijoo.
impressively, to himself, he held out for a while before hands began to wander. they’d always managed to end up more naked than they had the previous time.
nicholas had to touch him the moment he saw him, bare and pink with shyness, lips dotted with blood from the way he’d bite into them to keep himself quiet, someone nicholas wanted to completely ravage.
nicholas holds euijoo into the kiss until he relaxes, until he accepts that this is something they’re doing, again, despite the whispered promises that last time would be the last time because there are things too important to sacrifice just because they’re horny.
it’s happening, and euijoo breathes into it, seemingly relieved, letting himself melt into it as nicholas controls the pace.
nicholas takes advantage of euijoo’s lowered guard to flip them over, hovering over him. he pulls away from the kiss to peck euijoo’s neck instead, relishing in the soft pants euijoo lets out.
he’s not typically sensitive, but he’s pliant and easy from having just woken up, and his skin is dotting with goosebumps where nicholas drags his hands down his chest, his ribs, his pretty, slim waist.
he’s not usually noisy, either, not nearly as much as he had been in his sleep. it seems, now, that he’s been holding out.
nicholas sucks a harsh, red mark below his collarbone while he thinks about how to hear those noises again with euijoo conscious. euijoo shivers under him, drawing nicholas’ attention back to his face. his hips are already squirming, just the slightest bit, with how on edge he is.
“desperate?” he asks, trailing a finger across euijoo’s bottom lip.
euijoo’s tongue darts out – to what? chase the touch? invite it in? – just barely touching the tip of nicholas’ finger. nicholas takes the bait, tugging euijoo’s bottom lip down slightly, and brings his thigh in between euijoo’s own.
“answer me,” he says quietly, distracted by the pinkness of euijoo’s lips, the glisten of his tongue. euijoo lifts his hips, trying to get closer to nicholas’ leg.
“feels like i’m gonna explode,” he mumbles, words a little silly with nicholas pinning down his lip.
nicholas makes a sound of mocked-pity. “i’m not gonna let that happen, sweet juju,” he says, pressing his thigh forward until it’s plush against euijoo’s length.
with a sharp intake of breath, euijoo’s head falls into the pillows, neck baring, eyes squeezing shut. his hips buck, rhythm shaky with shyness. nicholas lays kisses along his neck, careful not to get greedy and leave marks.
he watches, out of the corner of his eyes, euijoo’s face scrunch up, overwhelmed from the steady source of pressure as he finds a pace.
“why didn’t you touch yourself?” nicholas asks, quiet against euijoo’s warm skin.
“couldn’t– it didn’t work,” he says, voice barely above a whisper as he stutters the words around punched-out breaths.
he’s slipping already, walls crumbling easily with drowsiness, letting himself get lost in the pleasure.
he doesn’t like talking during sex, doesn’t like the way his voice pitches the tiniest bit on the end of his sentences.
nicholas’ skin burns with the need to keep him talking, to hear more of exactly that.
he trails one hand up euijoo’s abdomen, up to his chest, skirting two fingers across his nipple. he pinches it lightly, pleased at euijoo’s gasp, the way his body arches, chasing the touch.
“what didn’t work?”
euijoo huffs but it trails into a whimper as nicholas pushes closer, pinches harder. “i dunno, it wasn’t enough.”
nicholas brings his free hand to circle euijoo’s other nipple. he catches euijoo’s eyes, holds contact with them as he leans down, inching his mouth to euijoo’s chest.
it starts with a kiss to his sternum. kisses turn into tiny licks, and nicholas tongues a trail of saliva toward the nipple he’s been playing with, removes his hand to drag his tongue across the sensitive nub.
euijoo whines, too loudly, too quickly to muffle, but he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip to prevent it from happening again.
“can’t even get off by yourself anymore,” he says, pausing to tug on the nipple with his teeth. “who’s got you all ruined, euijoo?”
he doesn't answer, jaw slack as his breath fills up the room, harsh and quick. his hands grip nicholas’ shoulder as his hips stutter, a telltale sign of how near the edge he is already.
nicholas knows how desperate euijoo is, how mean what he’s about to do is, but his greed has been established, and euijoo isn’t exactly where he wants him just yet.
he slides his hand down to euijoo’s waist and pins his hip down. euijoo tries to chase nicholas’ thigh, but his body follows the hold easily, weak and useless with fatigue.
he sucks in a heavy breath, body trembling. nicholas moves away from his chest to watch the feeling of relief escape him.
“nico,” he calls out, voice whiny and accusatory.
nicholas hums, uninterested, taking in the sight of euijoo’s nipple red and wet with spit. he dips to do the same to the other. euijoo shivers, letting out a shaky moan. his hips try to jump under nico’s hold.
“you're so sensitive here,” he says, but euijoo isn’t listening, mumbling instead about how cruel nicholas is.
it rolls off of nicholas, something about himself he already knows, as he tugs on the string of euijoo’s sweats. the tie gives easily, euijoo’s pants loosen enough that nicholas can pull them off without struggle. euijoo lifts his hips to help, just as eager to be touched.
“just wanna cum, it hurts,” euijoo says, eyes clouded over and voice dreamy in a way nicholas rarely gets to hear.
“i know, pretty boy,” he says, appreciates the way euijoo seems to preen under the compliment.
he drags euijoo’s boxers down slowly, making sure they drag across his sensitive length in a way that makes him tremble. he lets out a high, pained noise that’s gonna be stuck on loop in nicholas’ brain for weeks.
nico can feel the threads holding him together fraying, tugging themselves loose. he says, hyper with power he really should not let get to his head, “think you deserve it?”
but euijoo must still be sleep-stupid, because he nods immediately, roughing his hair up against the pillows further.
he’s sensitive and pliant, too high-strung to be embarrassed, tender in a way nicholas wants to take extra care of, pay special attention to.
he wraps his hand about euijoo’s base, works it up slowly just to stop right under the head, studying the way it pillows up at the top, ignoring euijoo’s attempt to buck into the touch. “tell me what you dreamt about.”
euijoo’s hips stutter. “i don’t remember,” he says so quietly nicholas almost misses it.
“okay,” he says, and pulls his hand off of euijoo’s cock. euijoo’s eyes widen, reaching out as soon as nicholas begins pulling away (he’s bluffing. he needs his hands on this boy yesterday).
“nico–” he stops, reaches out but gives up halfway, letting his hands fall back to the bed with defeat. “okay, don’t leave, i can’t get off by myself, i haven’t cum in like three weeks, nichol, please,”
nicholas’ ears perk up at the confession, at the plea, so similar to the ones euijoo had said in his sleep.
how needy he must be, all for nicholas to indulge in.
“i like you begging, juju,” he starts, bringing his hand back into place. “tell me the truth.” he flicks his thumb across his tip. euijoo jolts in reaction, eyebrows creasing.
“i really don’t remember,” he stutters, squirming as nicholas strokes his hand down, slow enough to almost be agonizing.
“but i remember you being there,” he starts again when nico pretends, again, to pull away. “being with me, doing something to me. i dunno, it’s so hazy, but i woke up hard, so it must’ve been,” he trails off, shame dancing from his neck to his chest in red hue.
weak, but it’s unlike euijoo to get more vulgar than that, so nicholas is satisfied, knowing not only that euijoo’s dream was about him, but that euijoo is willing to admit it to him.
nicholas bends down, lets spit pool in his mouth before opening it, letting the liquid drool along euijoo’s length. euijoo’s cock twitches, he drags out a low, shaky sound as the coolness dribbles down his shaft.
his voice is that soft, dreamy sound again, words slurred as he chants a stream of nicholas’ name, beckoning him to get on with it.
nicholas spreads the spit around, palming euijoo’s length, the other’s hips lifting to chase more of the feeling.
“be still,” nicholas says, tone gentle to match euijoo’s tender state.
euijoo listens, dropping to the bed and tightening his grip on the sheets. he trembles with the effort to stay still as nicholas’ strokes build a relentless rhythm, palm gliding over euijoo’s shaft with a quickness the tired boy can’t follow.
cracked gasps punch out of his chest, halfway aborted with his effort to keep quiet.
nicholas wishes, distantly, that they were away, on tour somewhere, then at least they’d have a hotel room to themselves, and he could work euijoo so braindead he wouldn’t be afraid to be loud.
nicholas just wants all of euijoo surrounding him, even down to his voice clogging his ears. it’s gluttony that almost makes nicholas’ skin itch with the need to fulfill it.
he ignores it, turns his attention back to what he has, euijoo nearly quivering as nicholas leans down to leave kitten licks along his slit, lapping up the precum beaded there.
his grip tightens on nicholas’ shoulders, and nicholas isn’t really sure when he put them there, but the touch keeps him grounded, keeps his mind on the task at hand.
he slides euijoo’s length against the walls of his mouth, along the smooth texture of his tongue. he doesn’t taste like anything, really, having showered right before he collapsed on nicholas’ bed.
nico lets himself get lost in it, the slow motion of sliding euijoo in until his throat threatens to reject the intrusion, savoring the heavy weight of euijoo on his tongue as spit collects in his mouth.
euijoo twitches beneath him as he pulls off slightly, holding just the head between his lips.
he tongues the sensitive vein just under the head, a movement that makes euijoo’s hips jump under his hold, and pulls a whispered string of desperate curses from his mouth.
“please, nico, let me– just–”
nico hums, vibrations on euijoo’s most sensitive spots pulling a pained whimper from him. it’s not much of an approval or dismissal, but nico doubles down, licking instead into euijoo’s slit, rubbing over the sensitive vein with heavy flicks of his thumb.
euijoo crumbles immediately.
“fuck–” he starts, gasping around it as a healthy stream of cum splurts against nicholas’ tongue, onto his lips when he pulls away, letting euijoo paint him all pretty and gross.
“fuck, fuck, nico–” he shudders out before he brings his hand up to whine into, hips going rigid.
his other finds its way into nicholas’ hair, not pulling or holding, just buried safely, grounding both of them to the moment of relief until euijoo finishes, slumping into the bed lifelessly.
he inhales harshly, body shaking with it. nico slides his hand up slowly, presses his thumb to euijoo’s tip just to hear the sharp intake of breath, the pained whimper he lets out, hand weakly pushing him off.
nicholas watches it all, the light twitching in euijoo’s thigh, the slight tremble of his fingers, the heavy rise and fall of his chest. anything he can take in the dim lighting, before the moment’s over and they have to clean up.
“you made a mess,” nicholas says with sticky lips, licking the wetness off his face and hand as best as he can. it’s everywhere, the physical evidence of how pent up euijoo had been.
euijoo peels his eyes open, one by one, widening when he sees what nicholas is talking about. “god, i’m so sorry,” he starts, wiping a trail that nicholas must’ve missed off of his cheek.
nicholas shrugs, letting the stupid, giddy smile stretch across his face like it wants. he hadn’t even been touched, but he feels the post-nut dopamine for the both of him, happy just to have been the one euijoo needed.
he grabs euijoo’s wrist on his way up the bed, kisses the corners of his mouth before his lips, lets it be too domestic, even for a little bit. euijoo melts into it, chases it when nicholas pulls away.
“do you want me to touch you?” he whispers, words scratchy and half-audible with the softness of being thoroughly worn out, a sound nicholas thinks he’s going to be working towards hearing again for the rest of his life.
nicholas waves it off, pulling euijoo’s boxers back on, ‘cause euijoo is barely keeping his eyes open, and nicholas doesn’t know how they’re going to make it even to the bathroom.
“nah. we gotta get you cleaned up,” he says instead, lifting off the bed and pulling euijoo with him. euijoo follows along easily, too weak to protest as they pad quietly down the hallway.
to nico’s pleasant surprise, euijoo is determined to get him off in the shower, a few controlled flicks of his wrist, a steady formed circle with his hands that nicholas fucks into. it’d be a bit embarrasing, how fast he cums with euijoo whispering sweet things in his ear and leaving shy kisses along his neck, but nicholas is too drowsy to feel humiliation.
all he really feels, at the end of it, is the bud of warmth in his chest that blooms into something pink and fragrant when euijoo, already half asleep, mumbles next to him, “thank you.”