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When did Brian start lying like this?

He faked being sick again just to get out of going to the movies with the other members.

"Are you sure you don't want to go? If you're worried because it’s a horror, we can choose a different movie," Kamden said softly. But behind his question was his own desire to change the movie that Seungmo and Siyun had picked on their own, forcing everyone else to go along with it.

No worries, it's not about the movie, I swear. My stomach just really hurts," Brian winced, pretending to have a spasm, and rubbed his stomach.

His stomach really was restless, but not because of pain. It was anticipation, that sweet, slow feeling of waiting for them to finally go so he could be alone with his thoughts.

"Okay," Kamden sighed. "We’ll leave you to it then. Take some pills for the spasms if it doesn't get any better, and give me a call if you need anything."

He said this caringly as he stepped out of the room. Kyrell and Siyun, who were also inside, followed him. The rest of the members were probably already waiting in the hallway.

As soon as the sound of the front door locking reached Brian's ears, he got out of bed and walked over to the same mirror, the memories of which gave him no peace.

No matter how ashamed he felt about lying to his friends, this newfound kink had taken complete control over his thoughts.

With the comeback and tour just around the corner, there would soon be no time for privacy, except for a quick jerk off in the shower. This option didn't satisfy his wild desires at all.

Plus, all the content coming out before the comeback made him watch himself with curiosity: how he looked, and what kind of reaction it got from the fans. He wasn’t surprised at all that Twitter was losing its mind over him. Could he really blame them? It seemed like he was starting to feel the same thing himself. As much as that was possible...

He was still figuring out this new sexual experience. But there was one thing he knew for certain: he wanted to explore himself, his body, and what he liked as much as possible.

So he took off his sweatpants and his underwear, where his length was already swollen with blood, and sat closer to his new "friend" — a small portable mirror.

Left in nothing but a gray zip-up hoodie, under which he was completely naked, Brian slowly lowered himself onto his knees, pressing his glutes against his heels. He tried to keep his hips off the floor, knowing that sitting down completely would be dangerous for his self-control.

Because today, he had decided to try something new. Earlier in the shower, under the streams of hot water, Brian had done something he’d never dared to do before. He had no experience with toys, nor did he have any experience being a bottom. Because of his height, his muscular build, and his natural gifts, everyone always assumed he was a top. Аnd he himself was used to everyone wanting to be under him. But today, everything was different.

After that brief experience with finger stimulation, he couldn't stop thinking about trying something more. His thoughts and body were literally humming with a craving to experience that sensation once more and go at least one step further.

He knew he could handle a small size; a size S seemed like the perfect start. Besides, he’d easily taken his own finger, and his fingers were anything but small. So he had ordered the accessory in advance and spent the last few days completely on edge, barely holding back the urge to finally test it out at home.

The plug gave him such a stretching sense of fullness that it instantly made the world around him spin in a different direction. It was something new, achingly unfamiliar, but incredibly arousing. That was why his body was already in a state of tense anticipation, and his cock, feeling the pressure from within, was nearly hard even before he had truly begun.

Brian arched his back, propping himself up with his palms on the floor behind him, and lifted his hips slightly, trying to get a better look at his reflection in the mirror. From this angle, he was able to see exactly what he was looking for.

The silver base of the plug stood out sharply against his fair skin, gleaming softly in the dim light of the room. At the very end, like a small jewel, shone a purple gemstone, adding a strange, almost aesthetic elegance to the picture.

He looked up at his reflection: his flushed face, his bewildered gaze, and the hoodie slightly slipping off one shoulder, exposing his collarbone. The sight sparked a mixture of shame and wild, uncontrollable thrill within him. His eyes traveled from his tense, aroused face down to that single detail that completely shifted his entire perception of his own body.

He seemed so… different. The man before him wasn't the Brian he knew. But now he allowed himself to become someone new, a version of himself that he might finally be able to love as well. He was just a man desperately longing to see this handsome man in the mirror finally fall apart while surrendering to his own buried desires.

He slowly ran his palm down his thigh, feeling his skin react to every single touch. His hands were trembling. He was afraid to move, afraid that any careless shift in position would force the plug to press deeper against his sensitive walls, causing him to lose control in a matter of seconds. And he didn't want to rush. He wanted to savor this moment, to study exactly how his body responded to this accessory.

Brian reached behind himself, carefully brushing against the metal joined with his flesh and stole another glance at the mirror. He saw his fingers shaking a little while they traced how much he was opened up.

The feeling that his own body no longer belonged to him alone, but was now subject to this small piece of steel, made his breathing heavy and ragged. He was so aroused that every breath felt almost painful. Even the slightest twitch of his hips caused the plug to press against his sensitive walls, making him instinctively arch at the waist as he struggled to cope with the intensity of it all.

With a sudden yet hesitant motion, Brian unzipped his hoodie, letting it slide off his shoulders. He was met with the sight of his own bare body, chest heaving with every labored breath.

His torso wasn’t as massive or defined as Kyrell’s or Mackiah’s, nor as bulky as Siyun’s or Kamden’s. But this delicacy held its own special charm. The pale, porcelain skin, the fine lines of his ribcage, and the sharp prominent bones at his solar plexus formed a picture that was just as captivating and striking as a mountain of muscle.

Brian’s gaze locked onto his own nipples, which were neat and small and already hardened from the coolness of the room and the heat burning inside him. He cautiously ran his fingertips over the pink buds, lightly squeezing and tugging at them. A brief flash of pleasure instantly shot through his entire body, sending a sharp pulse deep into his lower abdomen.

Lowering his gaze, Brian saw how his member, engorged and fully hard, twitched slightly toward his stomach as if begging for attention.

From the prolonged restraint and the constant pressure of the plug inside him, he was already wet. A clear drop of precum had gathered at the very tip, slowly trickling down and leaving a glistening trail across his aroused flesh.

The sight was so raw that he couldn't hold back any longer. Brian ran his long, slender fingers along the shaft, smearing the slickness over his hot skin before tightly curling his hand around the head, squeezing it firmly in his palm.

"Ha-ah…" A trembling sound escaped his chest, a pained exhale that melted into a barely audible moan.

With that movement, the plug adjusted inside him, a reminder that his pelvis was still suspended. The strain in his muscles grew agonizing, and the mix of frontal stimulation and the stretching behind him was overwhelming.

Brian could no longer fight gravity and his own desire, and he did the thing he both feared and craved the most: he finally lowered his pelvis slowly, allowing himself to sit fully on the floor.

The rigid metal base of the plug and the hard surface of the floor met, creating incredible pressure. Driven by the weight of his own body, the silvery metal slid even deeper, pressing into the sensitive wall of his prostate.

"Ah…" slipped from his throat as the purple crystal on the base of the plug pressed into the skin between his cheeks, a sensation both painful and sweet.

Bracing his hands behind him and arching his back, Brian began to rock slowly, almost weightlessly on the floor, catching pleasure from the rough friction against the hard surface. In the mirror, he watched his own reflection finally break, his spine tense, his face thrown back, and his pelvic movements growing more and more desperate.

The boy in the mirror looked so aroused and undone that the sheer sight of him made his heart pound right in his throat. In that moment, he finally stopped fighting, simply letting his body do what it wanted and losing any and all control over it…

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Jiho returned to the dorm later than everyone else. He had stayed behind in the dance studio for a few more hours to perfect the choreography for their new title track, 'GOD'. Every single step, every turn of his head had to be flawless. But right now, the price of that perfection was a hellish exhaustion.

The feeling of his sweaty clothes uncomfortably clinging to his body was simply awful, so, barely kicking off his sneakers, he headed straight for the shower.

The hot water dissolved a bit of the physical tension. Leaving the stall, Jiho took a pair of clean sweatpants and a t-shirt from the dryer, slipping them onto his bare skin. He then headed down the hallway toward his room, drying his damp hair with a towel, absolutely certain that the dorm was empty since all the other members were supposed to be at the cinema.

Approaching the room, Jiho had already reached his hand out toward the doorknob but suddenly froze. A strange, muffled rustling was coming from inside. His first thought was sheer panic. Could it be thieves? Had an intruder broken into the dorm?

Catching his breath, he listened intently. From behind the door came a rhythmic friction against the floor, interrupted by short, wet sounds and sharp, ragged inhales that dissolved into a barely audible, sweet whimpering.

Jiho relaxed just as suddenly as he had tensed up. He could recognize any of the members by the sound of their breathing alone, so it took him only a second to realize that it was Brian behind the door. It was him making those ragged noises, so uncharacteristic of his usually composed image.

Jiho decided not to interfere. They rarely ever had an opportunity to be completely alone to release all the built-up tension. Real intimacy with someone outside the group was entirely out of the question, as it was simply too risky. So, as a loyal friend, he should have just walked away and let Brian finish what he started in private. But for some reason, his feet were frozen to the floor, and Jiho couldn't make himself back away from the door.

The realization that right behind this thin door Brian, his always reserved and slightly shy hyung, was making these completely unabashed sounds acted on Jiho like a magnet. He couldn't bring himself to step away, holding his breath and hanging on every new sound drifting from their room.

In addition to the noises coming from Brian, Jiho now heard his own heart pounding in his ears. With every new moan or wet splash, a familiar warmth began to pool in his lower abdomen, and he knew damn well what it meant. He urgently needed to get away. Just loitering by the door and listening to his friend pleasure himself felt dirty and utterly wrong.

But the moment Jiho finally resolved to back away, his body failed him completely. His legs, either from the exhausting workout or just melting from everything he’d heard in the past seconds, suddenly turned to lead. He lost his footing, and reaching out to save his balance, accidentally nudged the door. It wasn't locked and gave way, opening just a fraction to offer a glimpse inside.

Jiho had expected to see Brian sitting on the bed, perhaps even half-dressed, taking a quick moment to satisfy himself while everyone was away. That would make sense, it would be routine. However, what he actually saw shattered his previous perception of his friend forever.

The beds were empty, and Brian was actually sitting opposite their movable mirror, and in that reflection, Jiho witnessed a scene nothing short of sinful. The boy was on his knees wearing nothing but a grey zip-up. His eyes were glued to the mirrored surface, watching his own slender fingers slide rapidly along his hard cock.

But it wasn’t even this explicit nudity that struck Jiho the most, it was Brian's gaze. His usually calm and reserved hyung was looking at himself now as if completely consumed by what he saw in the mirror. It was a lustful, overtly needy look that instantly made Jiho's head spin, while his heart skipped a beat.

More than anything in the world, Jiho wanted to look away, but his eyes simply refused to move, as if someone had severed the nerve endings. Locked in his gaze on Brian, he noticed something that had escaped him at first: his hyung wasn't just sitting on the floor. He was slowly swaying, desperately grinding his hips against the hard surface.

This was the breaking point for Jiho’s endurance. His own erection, which had been kept in check by pure willpower alone, jerked violently inside his pants, completely unrestrained by any underwear. Jiho felt unbearably ashamed that he had become so overtly aroused just by watching his friend’s private moment.

But why? Why was Brian doing it like this? That his hyung would satisfy himself while the place was empty wasn’t anything weird. Yet, the manner in which he did it, straight in front of the mirror, tracking his every motion with such an unhealthy fascination, exposed a totally separate, unfamiliar side of him to Jiho.

This unexpected raw exposure clouded Jiho's mind. His arousal throbbed painfully, leaking and seeping into the grey cloth of his sweatpants. He was desperate for a touch but couldn't permit it. Even while spying, his conscience drew a clear line: he had no right to indulge himself while secretly looking at Brian.

While Jiho fought against his own desire, trying to stay on his feet, Brian's movements grew faster, almost impossibly so. His hand shifted at a frenzied pace, his hips grinding into the floor with an even deeper desperation.

And before Jiho could even register it, with a loud moan, Brian arched his back to the absolute limit, and streams of white fluid spilled over his palm and stomach, while a few drops stained the floor right in front of the mirror.

At that exact moment, the last threads of Jiho's patience snapped. Brian's movements grew faster, almost impossibly so. His hand shifted at a frenzied pace, and his hips pressed into the floor with even greater lust.

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Before Brian could even snap out of his post-orgasmic haze, he opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure in the mirror, slowly approaching. His heart stopped.

Utterly paralyzed, he managed only to fearfully clutch the edges of his unzipped hoodie, pulling the fabric flat against the floor to cover his nakedness and concealing the stains of his climax from sight.

"What is he doing here? How long has he stood there? What did he hear?" A chaotic blur of thoughts consumed Brian's mind instantly, blocking him from taking a single breath.

Panic instantly displaced the remnants of pleasure, leaving behind nothing but a sticky fear and a sense of total vulnerability.

While Brian was still held by paralysis, Jiho closed the distance until he was right there, looming over his back as a dark, oppressive shadow.

"Hyung, what are you doing?" Jiho’s voice came out far deeper and more authoritative than it ever did from his typically sweet, gentle dongsaeng.

Brian hadn’t seen him like this since he stopped being the leader and carrying the responsibility for each of them. And, to be honest, he liked this side of Jiho. He had missed this commanding tone, not fully understanding himself why, despite the shame, it triggered this strange response somewhere deep inside.

"It's nothing... an eyelash got in my eye, so... I was getting it out," Brian stammered, trying to justify his position, feeling his resolve completely melt away under the gaze of his former leader.

"Brian, didn't anyone teach you when you were a kid that lying is bad?" Jiho took another step closer, standing directly in front of him. "Especially to your best friend."

"What? I'm not..." Brian started, scrambling to find any words at all, but Jiho cut him off before he could finish.

"Hyung, raise your hands, please."

"What for?" he asked in fear, finally looking away from the mirror. He peered up at Jiho, looming over him like a cliff.

"I said — raise your hands. Otherwise, I'll do it myself." Jiho’s tone still retained its characteristic warmth, but it was laced with such unwavering authority, denying Brian any possibility of refusal.

Brian was left with no choice. Accepting his total defeat, he submissively put his hands up. The zip-up slid, finally giving Jiho a full view of the entire mess Brian had just made.

Ashamed, he turned away from his friend’s face, only to look down right where Jiho’s sweatpants were practically brushing against his nose. There, behind the thin gray fabric, a heavy bulge was clearly visible, along with a small, dark spot right where the head of his cock would be.

Brian froze, unable to tear his eyes away from the stain on his friend’s pants. Thoughts began racing through his mind at a breakneck speed. Could this be because of me? How long has he been standing here if he's already... this aroused?

At the mere thought that Jiho could actually want him, a new wave of heat washed over Brian, and his heart leaped into his throat. His own length, having just orgasmed, responded with a faint but distinct twitch, growing heavy once more at the realization that the younger man was also turned on right now.

While Brian was trying to come to terms with this discovery, Jiho silently walked over to the shelf. He pulled out a pack of wet wipes and returned, dropping to his knees right in front of the older man. Now they were on the same level, and this proximity made it harder and harder to breathe.

Jiho’s gaze grew heavy, almost lustful, as he openly traced every line of his hyung’s exposed body. Yet, his voice sounded familiar once more, sounding caring and friendly, which only threw Brian into deeper confusion.

"Hyung, you made such a mess and don't even plan to clean it up?" Jiho murmured quietly, never taking his eyes off his friend’s face. "Then let me help you."

Having completely lost control of the situation, Brian could only give a barely noticeable nod. Everything that was happening felt like some surreal dream where he no longer belonged to himself. Jiho gently took his hand and began slowly, almost methodically, wiping the remnants of semen from his palm. When he moved on to clean his stomach and then his shaft, a violent shudder ran through Brian.

He couldn't tell what caused it, whether it was the sharp chill of the wipes, the fact that he was being touched so openly by someone else, or from Jiho’s unreadable gaze. The younger man's gaze seemed to have softened since Brian stopped covering himself and finally surrendered, but at the same time, something dark and deep had surfaced within it.

"Brian, you're so greedy..." Jiho spoke softly, continuing his manipulations. His voice sounded almost hurt, which was utterly confusing. "You keep even yourself all to yourself. Why are you so greedy, hyung? Why can't you share with me just this once?"

Brian could only blink in confusion, trying to find any logic in those words. His mind, hazy from the recent orgasm and sheer panic, refused to understand what his dongsaeng was even talking about. What greed? What was he supposed to share?

Noticing the mute question in the older man’s eyes, Jiho paused his task for a moment and looked straight into his face. "You look utterly magnificent, hyung... like some forbidden god descending to earth,"

Jiho’s voice dropped to a barely audible, hot whisper that made the back of Brian’s neck go numb. "You’re so consumed by yourself that you don’t even notice those around you. Those who have been harboring hope for years to get at least a crumb of your attention... who dream of simply touching this beauty."

"I... I don't get what you're saying," he whispered, his voice scarcely a breath, though a faint suspicion was already stirring deep inside him.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, hyung." Jiho closed the distance by another millimeter, so close that Brian could feel his hot breath on his cheek. "Weren't you the one pleasuring yourself just a few minutes ago, unable to tear your eyes away from your own reflection?"

Brian withered on the spot, wishing the ground would swallow him whole after being exposed so directly. He abruptly lowered his eyes, trying to hide from his dongsaeng’s piercing gaze, but below, an even more dangerous sight opened up before him, with Jiho’s hands still deadly close to his length.

"But I'm not judging you," Jiho continued softly, and this gentleness was more terrifying than the dominance that had been on his friend's face just a couple of minutes ago. "If I looked like that, I probably wouldn't be able to help myself either. But why do you simply not notice others around you? People who would trade everything to get to touch you just once, like you did to yourself. Is it honestly better by yourself?"

"That's not it..." Brian spoke softly, looking at his dongsaeng in utter confusion. "But none of our members want me. So what is all this talk even about?"

Jiho paralyzed for a brief moment, gaping at Brian in shock. He stared at him for a few seconds, unable to comprehend how he could be so blind to something so glaringly obvious.

"It's a good thing Kyrell can't hear this right now," he muttered under his breath with a wry smile. "He would definitely have a heart attack if he heard a statement like that."

"Huh? What you talking about?" Brian blinked in confusion, trying to grasp the meaning of what he had just heard, but Jiho instantly changed the subject, not giving him a chance to recover. His voice grew serious and dangerously low.

"Never mind. I can't speak for the others, hyung. But I can speak for myself. And I really want you," he paused briefly, looking right into Brian's eyes. "Will you let me touch you?"

Brian froze, completely shocked by this bluntness. He couldn’t believe his own ears, but when his gaze involuntarily dropped lower, he saw Jiho’s pants again. They were still tight and damp, eloquently confirming that the younger boy wasn’t lying at all.

At this realization, a whole flock of butterflies erupted in Brian’s stomach. He couldn’t even recall when he last had an intimate encounter with another person. This delicious sensation of being desired was so sudden and intense that the panic receded, giving way to pure, shaking anticipation.

Jiho waited patiently, never taking his eyes off him and giving Brian the chance to push him away or end it all with a single word. But Brian only let out a shaky exhale and closed his eyes, finally surrendering to the pressure.

"Please..." he whispered, barely audible.

That single word became a green light for Jiho. He hesitated no longer, smoothly running his thumbs down the outside of Brian's thighs, making him shudder. His touch was confident, almost possessive.

"Do you even know how these thighs drive us all crazy?" he whispered, his hands sliding higher, burning Brian's skin. "How hard it is to just be in the same room as you and not be able to touch..."

Brian held his breath for a moment. Every word from Choi hit him with a strange, sweet pain. Knowing that Jiho, his Jiho, held back for so long while looking at him made Brian feel dizzy.

He automatically got up on his knees, subconsciously moving toward his dongsaeng's hands. It wasn't just a desire for closeness, it was like he wanted to make up to Jiho for all that time he had to keep his distance. Brian wanted to give him more space, more of himself.

But suddenly, the younger boy's fingers, sliding to the very center of his heat, hit something hard and metallic right at the entrance.

Jiho stopped for a second. Air forced out of his chest, and he made a low, rough exhale, biting his lip hard.

"What is this?" he whispered, with so much crazy desire in his voice that Brian shook. "Brian... Is it what I think?"

Brian instantly grew self-conscious, trying to hide his face in the shadow.

"Oh god, Brian..." Jiho breathed heavily, looking up at him. "Please, tell me to stop if you want to. Say it now, and I'll go, I'll leave you alone. Because if I go further, I just won't be able to stop."

"I... I don't want you to stop," Brian breathed out, finally forcing himself to meet Jiho's eyes. Keep going. Please."

But instead of the touches Brian expected, the younger boy slowly pulled away. But only to move to the floor by one of the bunk beds. Leaning his back against the side of the bed, he lowered his legs and patted his thighs, silently inviting Brian. Trembling with excitement, Brian obediently moved over to him and sat on top.

Brian instantly felt Jiho's hard, hot hardness beneath him, burning him even through the fabric of his pants. But the younger man didn't seem to care about his own erection at all — his whole world narrowed down to Brian right now. Jiho gently helped him finally take off his zip-up, tossing aside this last piece of fabric that was still covering his hyung's body. Now his hands rested possessively on the bare waist, pulling Brian even closer.

"Let me..." Jiho whispered, lifting Brian up a little to reach his find. "Can I take it out?"

Brian only gave a short nod, hiding his face on his friend's shoulder and closing his eyes tightly. Jiho acted skillfully and carefully. When his fingers touched the smooth metal, he began to pull the jewelry out with a confident yet smooth motion.

Unable to bear the feeling of losing that fullness, the brunette let out a long, drawn-out hiss and gripped Jiho's shoulder tighter. His body shuddered, trying to get used to the sudden emptiness left inside after the jewelry.

Jiho set the jewelry aside, lingering his gaze on the shiny metal for a moment. His eyebrows rose in surprise.

"It's completely tiny..." he whispered, a tone of pure wonder in his voice.

"This is... it's my first time with it. Actually, even a week ago, I didn't even think about being a bottom. I never saw myself that way..." he trailed off, feeling his face burn with shame again. "After all, no one has ever seen me like this. Or wanted to."

"Seriously?" Jiho gave a short, rough laugh and gripped Brian's hips harder. His gaze grew even more intense, as if he were rediscovering the person in front of him. "Look, I get you... I can honestly totally understand why you were always the top. But, Brian... honestly, I’ve always seen you as more of a bottom, and I never even thought it could be any other way."

He leaned closer, right to his hyung's ear, and giggled barely audibly, "And believe me, I'm not the only one in the group who thinks so."

Jiho's gaze darkened, clouded with desire. He gently touched the hot skin, almost begging, "Can I play with your hole with my fingers?"

Brian merely offered a helpless nod. Jiho pressed his middle finger against the very entrance and guided it inside with one smooth motion. He shivered at how easy it was: it was incredibly wet inside. Brian had obviously cared about his safety when putting the plug in, so Jiho didn't even have to add anything now.

Although Brian was already stretched by the plug, Jiho's fingers felt completely different. They were alive, warm, and surprisingly soft. Brian couldn't help but remember how these exact fingers used to gently pat his head and run through his hair after hard practices, when the two of them, so tactile and exhausted, needed just a bit of warmth to recharge.

These memories of his tender dongsaeng, who was currently pleasuring him with equal care in a totally different, far more intimate place, had a magical effect on Brian. He melted completely, yielding his body to the control of those touches.

Though he had no idea what incredible effort it took for Jiho to remain so restrained and gentle, while his cock throbbed firmly and demandingly against Brian's thigh, betraying his true desire.

Brian just couldn't take the tension anymore. The need to have Jiho closer was physically unbearable, and he whispered in a low rasp, "Jiho... kiss me. Please."

Jiho froze for a moment, and then a brief, almost relieved smile lit up his face. "Finally, you asked," he breathed, instantly closing the distance between them.

They tangled in a passionate, hungry kiss that felt like an explosion of the tension that had been sparking between them for far too long. Brian, who until this moment had never looked at Jiho from this angle, now simply couldn't tear himself away, giving in to this sudden, wild need. Jiho devoured the older boy's lips as if he had finally gotten his hands on something forbidden, pouring into the kiss all the passion he had been forced to hide. He hungrily bit Brian's plump lower lip, openly groaning into the kiss, no longer having the strength to hold back his arousal.

"Fuck, your lips are so soft..." Jiho whispered, breathing heavily right against his lips. "The number of times they've completely wrecked me. The makeup artists seriously need to stop making them look even pinker, unless they want everyone to lose their minds over you. Though I'm afraid it's already too late."

While Brian was trying to catch his breath after the kiss, Jiho, not wasting a single moment, slipped in a second finger unnoticed. Brian finally felt that full, long-awaited stretch. Jiho began to slowly spread his fingers in a scissor motion, and Brian couldn't hold back anymore as small, ragged whimpers began to escape his throat.

Jiho pulled back to look Brian in the eyes, and with a triumphant smile, he rasped, "Look at how well you're taking me, bunny."

Brian’s head seemed to spin from the pet name. He knew that fans and friends alike considered him a real bunny boy, but he had never been called that in bed. The word shattered the last remnants of his self-control, so Brian gripped Jiho's shoulders tighter and, pushing up on his knees, began to sink down onto his fingers with sheer desperation. He could no longer, and no longer wanted to, hold back.

Jiho dominantly touched Brian's chin with his other hand and, with one confident motion, turned his head to the side.

"No, I'm serious, look," he rasped right into his ear.

And the older boy caught sight of his own reflection in the mirror standing nearby. He saw himself from the side: flushed and heated, sitting on Jiho's lap, while the younger's long, slender fingers mercilessly stretched his entrance. The sight was so intimate and explicit that it stole Brian's breath away.

And at that exact moment, Jiho's third finger thrust inside the older boy's heated entrance in a single motion, instantly hitting his prostate.

Brian gasped loudly and, from the sudden, sharp pleasure, tried to close his eyes.

"Don't close them," Jiho's voice grew even firmer. He held Brian's chin tightly, keeping him from hiding. "You wanted to watch yourself so bad, so watch."

Brian forced himself to look again, even though it was hard to focus his gaze. In the mirror, he watched himself completely unravel at Jiho's fingers. He saw his own body helpless and twitching, his flushed heat greedily swallowing the three long fingers that stretched him without mercy. He watched Jiho skillfully hit his prostate, forcing his lips to part, letting out groan after groan. And watching himself like this made every single thrust feel several times more intense.

His dick is leaking heavily again, smearing fresh precum across his stomach, and Brian realizes: just a little longer, and he might actually come untouched, solely from Jiho's fingers. As desperately as he wants relief right now, one single desire was far stronger than the need for an instant orgasm.

"Jiho... please..." he cried out through his breathless groans, practically suffocating from everything he was seeing and feeling. "I can't wait anymore! Just fuck me already!"

"Brian, are you sure you're ready?" Jiho's voice was low, but laced with genuine care. "It's okay if it's too much for you. You can just come right now. If this desire only came up because you want to give me something in return, please believe me there's no need for that."

Brian suddenly pressed his hands against Jiho’s broad chest, feeling the wild thumping of his heart beneath his palms, and looked directly into his eyes, refusing to let himself look away, wanting to fully show the certainty of his desires.

"Jiho, I want you to fuck me so fucking bad. I can take it, I promise. I’ve never wanted anything in my whole life more than I want you right now."

The quiet of the room was suddenly shattered by Jiho’s low, throaty laugh.

"Ahah... You're such a drama queen, Brian," Jiho rasped, looking at the older boy with real admiration in his eyes.

And at that moment, Jiho pulled his fingers out with one sharp move. Even though Brian had asked for this himself, he couldn't stop a pitiful whine from leaving his lips. He instantly missed the warmth of the younger boy's fingers, which felt so right inside his ass.

Jiho carefully moved Brian off his lap and onto the floor. He walked over to the shelf, grabbed a condom and some lube, and then, without wasting a single second, pulled both his and Brian's blankets off the bed. He spread them out right in the middle of the room, in that exact spot in front of the mirror.

Brian stared in surprise at how the younger boy was busy fixing everything.

"What are you doing?" blurred out of him, while he was still trying to come to his senses after the sudden emptiness inside.

"Setting things up for us, can't you see?" Jiho said, without even turning around, totally focused on what he was doing.

"We're not going to be on the bed?" Brian asked, blinking fast. He watched blankly as Jiho threw some pillows onto their makeshift bed on the floor, creating a real soft "nest."

"I don't think your first time can be comfortable on small bunk beds," Jiho explained, finally looking at him. "Plus, considering that both of us sleep on the top bunks..."

Understanding the logic, Brian nodded submissively.

"And furthermore," Jiho straightened up, casting a brief, predatory glance at Brian, "how could I deny you the privilege of watching yourself get completely ruined by me in the mirror tonight?"

At those words, a blush instantly covers Brian’s face, but that very same spark ignites inside him once more. He already knew what he looked like while pleasuring himself, and he had definitely enjoyed it. But he hadn't even dared to dream about getting fucked right in front of the mirror, watching the entire thing happen. Brian was completely captivated just by the thought of it.

"Wipe your drool, freak," Jiho chuckled, tossing a pillow at Brian. "And you'd better get over here."

Brian crawled onto the makeshift bed, feeling the soft blankets under his knees. Before he could even get comfortable, Jiho pulled off his t-shirt and then his pants with one quick move. His body looked perfect in the light of the room, and his dick, red from holding back for so long, was pulsing heavily. Jiho ran his fingers over it a couple of times, smearing a drop of precum over the head, and at this sight, a choked groan escaped Brian's lips.

Jiho smiled hungrily, noticing the hyung's reaction. He purposely didn't rush, giving Brian a chance to look at him in detail.

"Like what you see?" he growled low, drinking in the boy's reaction.

On a single breath, almost choking on his words from nerves and desire, Brian blurted out, "Can I suck your dick?"

At this, Jiho just choked on a short laugh, noticing Brian's begging look. Of course, a delay wasn't part of his plans at all, but how could he say no to those eyes?

"Just don't get too carried away," he rasped, trying to force a drop of his usual confidence back into his voice, "if you want me to still have enough strength to fuck you."

Jiho took a few steps, coming right up to Brian, who was already on his knees, greedily watching him approach. As soon as the younger one got close enough, Brian, without hesitating for a single second, wrapped his hands around his cock. He brought it close to his face, burning the hard flesh with his hot, ragged breath, and then slowly licked the very head of it.

From that wet, weightless touch, an unbearable wave of goosebumps rushed through Jiho's entire body, and his breath caught for a moment.

"Don't tease me, hyung..." he breathed out, barely audible, and there was much more of a plea than a threat in that warning.

Brian didn't answer, only casting a quick glance up at him, flashing a silent challenge, and the next second, he took the very tip completely into his hot mouth. Jiho felt like he might lose it and come right then, just from the sight of him. The way Brian’s plump lips tightly molded around his length was driving him insane.

The older sucked on the tip a few times, simultaneously stroking the entire length with his hand, which was already fucking pleasurable. But Jiho had to instantly redefine his definition of "pleasure" when Brian suddenly surged forward, taking him in all the way to the base. The younger boy shivered all over, letting out a guttural whimper through his tightly bitten lip, and involuntarily tangled his fingers in Brian's hair, gently lifting his head off his cock.

"Ha-ah… Not so fast.. Fuuh, you definitely don't look like a rookie at this."

Brian raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking up at Jiho. "Who said I was a rookie at this?" A cocky smile appeared on his lips. "Just because I've never been a bottom doesn't mean I've never sucked a dick. Jiho, don't be so childish," he chuckled.

Jiho froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. He stood there completely lost, realizing just how stupid his assumptions actually were.

"Can I continue?" Brian asked, and now his gaze was no longer pleading, but insistent, bordering on dominant.

"Ah… yes," Jiho could only squeeze out, feeling his former confidence dissolve under that look.

Without wasting a single second, Brian got back to business. He kept alternating between a few shallow sucks on just the tip and deep throat swallowing down the entire length, completely clouding Jiho's mind.

At some point, the pleasure became so sharp that the blonde gripped Brian's hair tighter. The brunette let out a muffled groan right against his length, making Jiho shudder from the vibration. He looked down and caught his breath: the older boy's eyes were bloodshot, and involuntary tears were pooling at the corners from the deep thrusts, looking absolutely wrecked.

Jiho felt that a few more seconds and he would go over the edge. He needed to stop this immediately, or else he would come right now. Of course, he could recover quickly, but there was no telling how much longer the members would be gone. They needed to hurry.

So he firmly tapped Brian on the shoulder a couple of times.

And the older boy pulled away instantly, breathing heavily, and looked into Jiho's eyes with concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Everything's fine. On the contrary, it's too fucking good," Jiho rasped, trying to get his breathing under control. "So if you still want me to fuck you, you'd better stop."

"Oh, yeah, of course I want to. Sorry, I got carried away," Brian said apologetically, running his thumb over his pink, slightly swollen lips, wiping away the shiny traces of saliva mixed with Jiho's precum.

Brian, kneeling in front of him, looked so incredibly cute at that moment that it was simply impossible to resist. Giving in to a sudden impulse, Jiho gently ruffled his dark hair.

Brian only let out a soft giggle at such an unexpected shift in the atmosphere. After all, this was his sweet and loving dongsaeng, even though just a moment ago he looked like a completely different, unfamiliar person who had almost completely broken him apart.

"You switch gears so fast," Brian whispered, catching Jiho's hand and pressing his cheek to his palm for a moment, "it’s almost a little scary not knowing what you're capable of."

Jiho didn't answer, only giving a mysterious smile. He softly took Brian by the shoulders and turned him to face the mirror, stepping up tight against his back. Now Brian was forced to look at himself, flushed, with ruffled hair and wet lips, against the backdrop of a calm and focused Jiho.

"Beubeu-hyung," Jiho whispered with genuine awe in his voice, "I completely understand why you like looking at yourself so much."

He gently took Brian by the chin, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly to open up access to his neck. Jiho slowly pressed his lips against the pulsing artery, knocking a raspy, breathless exhale out of the older boy. "Your neck... it's so strong, so muscular, all covered in these veins. It looks so fucking sexy."

Jiho pressed a trail of kisses down to Brian’s broad shoulder, his lips lingering against the hot, strained muscles. Brian felt a shiver run through his entire body as his knees gave a barely noticeable shudder.

"And these shoulders?" Jiho whispered, running his palms from the neck down to the shoulders and giving them a light squeeze, "So broad and strong... Who would have thought such build was hiding under your clothes. Sometimes I forget how huge you are, hyung."

He trailed kisses lower, down to the shoulder blades, while at the same time his long fingers slipped forward, finding Brian's nipple. When Jiho gave it a light squeeze, the older boy whimpered softly, digging his fingers into his own thighs to keep his balance. "Perfect. So pink and soft... It’s like you stepped right out of my wet teenage dreams. Who knew that the boy from my dreams would turn out to be my future best friend."

Brian trembled at those words, and when Jiho suddenly grabbed him by the waist, he let out a choked sound that was almost a sob. "And this waist... Hyung, why on earth does a man need a waist this narrow? It’s such a contrast against your wide shoulders and muscular arms. Your parents must be ancient sculptors if they managed to sculpt such a perfect masterpiece."

Jiho fell silent for a moment, staring spellbound at the reflection of their bodies in the mirror. Then, one of his hands slowly slid even lower, confidently wrapping around Brian's length. At that touch, Brian jerked upright, arching his back and staring into the mirror with a hazed, heavy gaze.

"And this cock..." Jiho whispered, staring defiantly straight into Brian's eyes through the reflection.

Suddenly, the blonde sucked on two of his own fingers in a pornographic display, never breaking eye contact. Brian bit his lip, letting out a barely audible, pleading "Ah..." as his breathing grew more and more ragged.

"Mmh, how I wish I could actually suck it... suck and suck until you blow. But sadly, we don't have the time."

Jiho pulled his wet fingers from his mouth and slowly ran them down Brian's length, rubbing a drop of precum over the hot head, and at that wet glide, the older boy let out a long, trembling moan, completely melting into the younger's arms.

Brian could feel every single cell of his body begging for more. With a trembling palm, he reached for the younger boy's face, softly touching his cheek and pulling him close for a light, almost weightless kiss.

"Jiho, please..." he whispered right against his lips, his voice carrying so much desperation that Jiho's heart skipped a beat for a moment, "Don't tease me anymore. Just take me now."

Brian closed his eyes, waiting to finally be pinned down onto the blankets and roughly filled, easing the pulsing emptiness that had been throbbing inside him all this time.

Jiho, however, gently turned Brian around to face him, gazing into his hazed eyes. His voice sounded low and full of seriousness, "Wait, hyung. I really want this," Jiho pressed his forehead against Brian's, trying to calm their shared, frantic heartbeats, "But I don't want to hurt you. This is your first time, so I want you to ride me."

At those words, Brian released a distressed, nearly plaintive whine. He craved to feel Jiho's dominance, wanting to be broken into pieces, just as the younger had promised earlier.

"This way, you'll be able to control everything yourself," Jiho continued, ignoring the older boy's quiet protest, "You'll feel the depth, the pace... If it becomes too much, you can just stop. Trust me, it really will be better this way."

Brian pressed his lips together in displeasure, already about to argue. But he caught the younger boy's gaze: he was looking at him so tenderly and patiently that all of the brunette's stubbornness instantly evaporated.

He gave in. Despite the fact that Brian was older, at this moment it felt as though they had completely swapped their hyung/dongsaeng roles. And Brian chose to put his trust in Jiho’s experience.

"Alright..." Brian breathed out, finally relaxing his shoulders, "I'll do as you say."

After those words, Jiho confidently rolled a condom on and added a bit of lube along his entire length. Brian watched these confident movements, feeling everything inside tighten with anticipation. Then Jiho pulled him close again, and as his slick fingers smeared over the very entrance, applying a generous amount of gel for an easier slide, Brian let out a sharp intake of breath, gripping the blanket tightly.

"You can start now," Jiho said softly, reaching his hands out to the older to support him.

Brian finally brought himself to do it. Slowly swinging his leg over Jiho's hips, he cautiously gripped his strong shoulders and started to lower himself.

The older boy froze when he felt Jiho's hot, broad head press right against his entrance. The sensation was so intense that everything inside his stomach tightened, a faint wave of nausea rising in his throat from the sheer overwhelm of emotions. He stopped, breathing heavily, and looked into Jiho's eyes. The younger waited patiently, without rushing him or making any sudden movements, only soothingly massaging the older's hands, anchoring him with his support and confidence.

Brian took a deep breath, gathering his strength, and finally relaxed his hips slightly, allowing himself to sink down a few centimeters.

He felt his sphincter muscles, slicked with a generous layer of lube, stretch open under the tension, letting that desperately craved body slip inside him. As the widest part of the head began to stretch him from within, the fullness was so dense and hot that Brian involuntarily arched his back, letting out a low, ragged sound that caught in his throat.

Now he felt the sweet fullness he had craved so deeply since the moment Jiho’s fingers had left his body. Thanks to the lube, the glide was smooth, but of course, no fingers or plugs could ever compare to the sensation of real, warm flesh.

Brian found himself holding his breath. He didn't exactly consider Jiho to be a giant, his cock was actually shorter than Brian's own, but it certainly wasn't small. Especially not for his virgin ass.

Sinking just a bit past the head, he felt a sharp wave of an unfamiliar sensation pierce through him. There was so much of it, as if it were completely flooding his insides. It wasn’t pure pain, but rather a slight discomfort and that same thrilling fullness he had felt when he first found the courage to slide his own fingers inside. His body reacted so intensely to the invasion that his stomach clenched in a tight knot. Yet, from his past experiments, Brian knew that this overwhelming feeling would soon pass, leaving behind nothing but an all-consuming warmth.

"Hyung, don't rush... You don't have to take it all, not since it's your first time," Jiho whispered, trying to hold back his own heavy breathing.

Bracing his palms against Jiho’s firm chest, Brian felt the results of the younger's endless hours in the gym under his fingertips. A familiar pang of jealousy hit him: despite all his efforts, Brian could never manage to bulk up his own chest even a little bit.

Right at that moment, he looked up at the mirror opposite them. What he saw made his heart skip a beat: he was kneeling over Jiho, completely naked and exposed, pressing his palms against his broad chest. His own shaft was still hard and erect, and beneath it, he could clearly see Jiho’s flesh slowly, centimeter by centimeter, stretching his muscles as it disappeared inside him.

And instead of stopping, Brian slowly but confidently sank all the way down.

That single motion dragged a loud, raw moan from deep within Jiho, marking the first time the younger had let himself go after trying so desperately to maintain control all evening. His pelvis hitched up instinctively, and his fingers, which had just been soothingly rubbing Brian’s hands, now gripped the older's thighs tightly, anchoring him in that position.

"Fuck... hyung..." Jiho rasped, throwing his head back. "You're fucking incredible. You don't even know what you do to me..."

Brian could only breathe heavily, looming over him. That unfamiliar sensation in his stomach began to dissolve, giving way to the promised warmth. He felt full, stretched, and incredibly powerful in that moment, despite being impaled on Jiho.

Pushing up slightly on his trembling legs, Brian made his first cautious roll of his hips, riding down until he felt the younger's length slide smoothly inside him.

Jiho, trying to regain even a shred of self-control at the sudden movement, reached upward. His fingers found Brian’s chest, teasingly brushing against his nipples. Brian instantly let out a high, pitiful whimper. This contrast between Jiho’s hardness inside him and the gentleness of his hands made his insides clench around the other's dick all over again.

Jiho relished every single second, completely at the older's mercy. Of course, deep down, he harbored a burning desire to thoroughly fuck his hyung later on, to map out every single one of his hidden spots and reduce him to a puddle of melted marshmallow. But right now, it wasn't the time, so he would save that for the future, if Brian ever wanted to repeat this experience.

Being under Brian like this made Jiho involuntarily wonder what it would actually feel like to be beneath him in a slightly different role. He had never been strictly attached to being the top. The mere thought of being completely dominated by the older boy sent a sweet shiver through him. Jiho would gladly try being the bottom with him. So, he would leave that on the list of things he wanted to try in the future, by his hyung’s grace.

Brian kept moving, but at some point, his strength began to fade, and the pleasure grew so piercingly sharp that his own rhythm was no longer enough. He desperately clung to the younger boy's shoulders, staring into his dark eyes that burned with pure passion.

"Jiho... please..." Brian choked out, his tone dissolving into a pure beg. "Help me. Move... I need to feel you deeper."

Hearing this plea, Jiho could no longer hold back. He finally allowed himself to seize a share of the initiative and began to actively move his hips to meet him, filling Brian to the absolute limit with powerful thrusts.

Their hips finally merged into a single dance, known only to the two of them. Both of them were whining, their voices layering over one another to create a gorgeous melody.  Brian caught himself on a wild thought for a moment, wishing he could record the sound just so he would never lose the memory of this night.

His eyes flicked back to the mirror, and the view made his consciousness blur for a second. Looking at how he was throwing his head back, straight up riding Jiho's member while their bodies slammed together with a wet, smacking sound, was overwhelming. His own flushed cheeks, his blown-out look, and the sheer greed with which he took Jiho’s length — the sight alone was enough to push him right over the edge.

"Jiho-ya... I'm so close," Brian choked out, feeling the fire burning within him grow nearly intolerable.

Jiho felt the exact same way. The pressure on his dick was so perfect that he had been trying to hold back with the last of his strength for a while now.

"Me too... Cum for me, bunny," he rasped.

With those words, Jiho stroked Brian’s flushed cock a few times in quick succession. That was all it took. Brian watched in the mirror, utterly spellbound, as he lost all control, watching the first hot drops burst free before he finally came loud and hard right onto their stomachs, making a mess all over again.

Still caught in the haze of his orgasm, Brian felt the snap of the blond’s hips under him suddenly quicken. The youngerwas relentlessly pursuing his edge, and a few moments later, his entire frame tensed up in a violent shudder. A loud, ragged groan, more like a weep, escaped Jiho's throat, making the brunette catch his breath once more. Deep inside, he felt the hot, rhythmic throbbing, leaving no doubt that Jiho had been just as deeply undone by everything that had happened between them.

The blond looked absolutely breathtaking, entirely unraveled and stripped of his control. Watching his blurry gaze, his quivering lips, and how hard he was panting, the brunette felt a strange sense of pleasure, he would absolutely do this to him again. He craved to see Jiho this vulnerable all over again, to possess the dark knowledge that he was the reason behind this beautiful wreck.

When the final aftershocks of pleasure finally started to fade, the brunette was instantly drained of all energy. He just let himself drop flat against Jiho’s chest, completely unable to prop himself up on his arms any longer. His head came to rest heavily on the younger boy's shoulder, his breathing refusing to even out.

A second later, he felt Jiho move carefully under him, attempting a slow withdrawal so they could settle down next to each other. But Brian only let out a protest whimpering, clinging tighter to the blond's shoulders.

"Please... let's just lie like this a little longer," he whispered, pressing himself almost pleadingly against the hot skin.

He was completely unwilling to let go of this unbelievable warmth, felt deep inside his stomach for the first time. It seemed so comforting and perfect, like the last missing piece of a puzzle finally clicking into place.

The blond stilled for a second, listening to the pounding of his hyung's heart, and then softly pulled him into an embrace, running a soothing hand down his back.

"Alright," he answered softly, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of Brian's head. "But not for too long, hyung. We need to clean up this mess before the other members get back, so nobody starts asking questions."

Brian only murmured in agreement against his shoulder, relaxing completely. Right now, in this cozy silence, everything felt so profoundly right that even the thought of the upcoming cleanup seemed distant and unimportant.

While the younger boy kept stroking his back in that soothing way, Brian suddenly remembered how, just a few hours ago, he had been doubting whether he should even stay.

Now, listening to Jiho's quiet breathing, he smiled to himself. Never in his life had Brian been so glad to have skipped a movie night. No film could have ever given him even a fraction of the emotions he had felt tonight.