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Hanbin has always thought that Hao is very pretty.
From the moment he laid eyes on him, every single feature had stolen his breath away. He often found himself just staring and admiring Hao’s strong nose and brow, silky thick hair, the moles that dot his face. Hao’s sharp eyes would usually catch him looking his way, and his plump lips would slowly smirk as Hanbin noticed what he was doing and stammered.
His body too, Hanbin had slowly discovered and adored. Broad shoulders that dipped into a narrow waist, thick thighs, a toned stomach. There was a small birthmark on the pale column of his neck that he loved to kiss, and more moles that climbed their way up and down his back and thighs. Occasionally, Hanbin would press into them and drag his fingers tips from each mark as if completing a constellation, skin bleeding red under his touch.
It got even worse overtime. Even after over a year together, Hanbin still wanted him desperately. Hao just seemed to grow more handsome everyday. Recently, he had taken to working out more to prepare for their comeback and tour, and that had only made things worse. Hao had always had well defined arms from years of playing the violin, but it seemed lately that his biceps had grown even more. It wasn’t something that often made an appearance since his boyfriend was fond of long sleeves and hoodies, but because of the summer season their stylists had been putting everyone in less layers and shorter cut shirts, so now the image was constantly burned inside his mind.
Hanbin was a bit embarrassed to admit how often those arms appeared in his dreams. Hao was usually a common feature, but lately instead of soft kisses or random nonsense, Hanbin was haunted by the imagined sensations of hands that pushed him down or held him against a wall as Hao took what he wanted from his body. That even if he struggled, he wouldn’t be able to, strong arms pinning him back.
It was just a fantasy, of course. Hanbin knew that he was tall and strong and much too heavy for it to actually happen. Occasionally people would pick him up or drag him around while they played, but that was about the extent of it. If anything, he was much more used to volunteering to carry others whenever the opportunity arose. He couldn’t even imagine that it was something his boyfriend would really want to do, so he didn’t bring it up, making up other excuses for why he’d wake up grinding against him or panting into a pillow when Hao was lying beside him on those heated evenings. He didn’t want Hao to hurt himself trying it out to make him happy, either.
The problem, however, was that Hanbin wasn’t the only one that liked how much his boyfriend looked. It was expected, really, given that they were both idols. He had numbed himself— mostly— to compliments from fans and members and staff, but occasionally he couldn’t stop himself from being a little jealous. It’s not really that he thought anyone was going to steal him from him, but more that he selfishly wanted to keep him all to himself, hide him away so that only he could admire him. It was a silly, irrational desire, that he did his best to tame. Unfortunately, though, he had been failing terribly.
Perhaps it was because they were so busy. There was no time to spend together, especially not alone, so he hadn’t been able to sooth some of his bad thoughts like he usually would by stealing the other man away. Hanbin had to simply stand and watch as Hao laughed and talked with other people, stylists and makeup artists cooing at him as they touched him. He tried to distract himself by fiddling around on his phone and monitoring their performances but it was useless.
“What crawled up your ass?” Taerae asked, which really was a sign that he had to get his shit together if other people were noticing his poor mood.
“Sorry, just stressed.” Hanbin apologized, smoothing put his expression into something a bit more neutral and pleasant.
“If you say so.” Taerae smirked, glancing between him and Hao. Hanbin flushed, though under layers of makeup it was only really his ears that turned bright red, embarrassed to be so transparent.
“Hanbin, come here.” Hao suddenly said, making his whole attention suddenly pivot back to him.
Hao was holding up two shirts, both in black. They were having a fitting today as they were getting ready to perform at the Boryeong Mud Festival, preparing their stage outfits at the same time before they went overseas to give their stylists time to make alterations. The shirts weren’t that different really, except for the sleeves. One was more of a rough textured sweater, while the other was a short-sleeved tee with a white collar and arm band. Hanbin’s eyes naturally drifted to the later, but his voice failed him.
“Which one do you think would look best?” Hao prompted, holding both over his body. “I’m leaning towards the shirt, Noona said she’d cut some slits in the sides and add some mesh for the final look.”
Hanbin felt as though he was frozen and burning all at once.
“Why don’t you try them on real quick and let me see.” He said, the words tumbling out of mouth without his permission.
“I suppose if that’s the only way you can help.” Hao smirked, eyes filled with mirth. No doubt he could already read the ulterior motives stirring in Hanbin’s mind.
He was still shocked, however, when Hao’s hands reached down to start taking off his shirt with everyone else still around and watching them, a sliver of skin peeking out as he grabbed the fabric. Hanbin reached out to grab his wrist.
“Stop, you’ll ruin your makeup.” Hanbin scolded, but it came out weak. “I was just kidding.”
Hao rolled his eyes.
“If you say so.” He huffed with a shrug, then glanced down to where Hanbin still held him. “Not going to let go?”
“Can you behave?” Hanbin pleaded.
“Hm… you know I don’t like being told what to do.”
Hanbin wasn’t sure what would happen if he did let go. Once Hao got an idea in his head, he could be stubborn as a bull.
“Hanbin, get off.” Hao insisted, shaking his wrist a bit. Or trying to at least.
“Why don’t you make me?” Hanbin said, though he regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. Seriously, what was wrong with him?
Hao narrowed his eyes, likely having that same question in his mind.
“Do you think I can’t?”
Hanbin felt his breath catch in his throat at the words, eerily reminiscent of the script that often came up in his dreams. Hao always started off liked that, cocky and arrogant, and in response he couldn’t help but rise to challenge him, the next line—
“Can you?”
Hao’s eyes bore into him, but instead of trying to jerk his arm away, he walked forward, startling and knocking him off balance. Hanbin stumbled back, bumping into one of the suitcases full of clothes that lined the wall. He felt a pinch as Hao used his other hand to press his fingers into his stomach, and yelped as he let go of Hao’s wrist and curled to stop the pressure.
“I can do anything , Hanbin, don’t forget that.” Hao smiled, rubbing at the sensitive skin of his belly now that he was free. “Now finish getting ready and stop messing around, we’re already busy enough as it is.”
Hanbin felt glued to the spot, unbelievably turned on but with no way to relieve the pent up energy.
“Okay, I’m sorry.” He agreed weakly, looking down at the ground as he attempted to cool off and gripped at the suitcase he’d been pressed up against.
“Good boy.” Hao praised, petting his hair condescending like he was his pet.
He was so screwed.
~
Boryeong Mud Festival was a water festival. It had sounded like a lot of fun when Hanbin had first heard about it, a bit like a smaller-scale Waterbomb. He had not thought super deeply about what else that might entail. Like, for example, the fact that he would constantly be assaulted by the sight of his boyfriend being sprayed with water and dripping wet while a crowd of people cheered at his every movement.
Hao was clearly enjoying himself. He kept turning and looking his way, lips and eyes upturned as water dripped from his nose and brow. Hanbin couldn’t help but return a smile and get caught up by the atmosphere, but he also found himself sticking close to his boyfriend’s side, keen to keep him in his sights.
Hao, fortunately, wasn’t wearing anything too revealing, otherwise he might have really lost his mind. But even with a baggy tee and unbuttoned striped shirt on top, the wet fabric clung to his skin much like his slick damp hair. And his arms. Every time Hao lifted his hands to brush his bangs back, his sleeves would roll up, exposing more and more skin.
There were also these large jets meant to spray the audience. They had gone over how to use them during rehearsals, but Hanbin hadn’t anticipated the way he’d see the muscles of Hao’s bare forearms flex, nor anticipated the resulting full-body shudder that would leave him tingling from head to toe. Hanbin knew he couldn’t look any longer after that, so he tried his best to distract himself, focusing more on the audience than anything else while they performed, though his mind still wasn’t all there. At one point he accidentally left a jet on when he walked away to wave at people sitting in front of the other side of the stage, absolutely drenching the poor fans below until another member came and shut it off with an exasperated huff.
His attempts at keeping himself occupied and looking anywhere else but Hao backfired, however, when Hao started having some trouble with his in-ears and he wasn’t paying enough attention to notice. Mathew got to him first, turning him around and adjusting the pack on his waist, and Hanbin couldn’t say a word or interrupt him as he touched without looking as insane as he felt. He clenched his teeth and wrung his hands, but eventually he had to start talking to the audience to introduce their next song.
When it was finally time to leave the stage, Hanbin dragged Hao with him and grabbed a towel to start drying his hair before anyone else could get the chance.
“What has gotten into you?” Hao laughed as he indulged him, staying still as Hanbin rung out his shirt and patted him dry.
He felt a bit embarrassed at being called out, but it was worth it regardless. He already felt a bit more calm after getting his hands on Hao, though he couldn’t stop himself from glancing over his boyfriend’s shoulder to make sure no one was watching them. He really hated the fact that he wasn’t the only one who could see Hao like this.
“Hey, you should respond when I ask you something.” Hao scolded, pinching his side. Hanbin gave a loud yelp almost edging on a whimper before he could stop himself, covering his mouth as he flushed red.
Hao just smirked at him and did it again, though thankfully his hand muffled the pathetic sound he made this time.
“Are you not going to talk?” Hao clicked his tongue. “You’re being so naughty recently, not listening to me at all.”
Hanbin felt himself shiver again, the words eerily similar to another one of his dreams. He had to stop this before it went too far.
“Sorry, gege.” Hanbin panted, dropping his hand to squeeze apologetically at Hao’s hand. “I don’t mean to be rude.”
Hao hummed, the hand on his side rubbing warningly at the sore skin under his shirt, surely already red under the fabric from all the pinching.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Hanbin flushed, glancing away. This was so humiliating. How was he even supposed to explain it? You look so good I’m losing my mind? Or I hate that anyone else gets to see you? Perhaps even really expose himself and say something ridiculous like : I constantly fantasize about you manhandling me until I cry?
“Hey.” Hao said, fingers digging back into him as he snapped with his other hand to get his attention. “Look at me.”
Hanbin reluctantly met his eyes again, teeth worrying at his lip as he thought about what to say.
“You know I won’t judge you, no matter what it is, right?” Hao said, tone a bit softer after looking at his face. God, he must look so pathetic, Hanbin felt terrible. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
Guess there was no getting out of it.
“I’m just feeling a bit lonely, I guess.” Hanbin started, wanting to give some kind of explication at least. “We haven’t had the chance to spend time alone together in ages.”
Hao’s eyes bore into him, tracing every corner of his face. Hanbin could tell he didn’t completely buy the excuse, but he was considering it at least. He didn’t think he could admit to anything more, at least not here where anyone could walk in on them. It was too embarrassing.
“We have the day off tomorrow, I’ll spoil you then.” Hao offered, “Would that make you feel better?”
The very idea of it made Hanbin’s heart burst, but that was quickly chased away by shame and guilt. Much as he loved having Hao’s care and attention tomorrow was the day before ISAC, they should really just be focusing on resting considering they’d be filming and exercising the entire day. They hadn’t even been able to practice much with how busy it had been.
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. We should try just relaxing on our day off, we’ll need the energy later.”
“It’s no burden to me.” Hao argued, palm going flat where is rested and dragging to the front of Hanbin’s belly before lightly pressing into the soft skin there. “I’ve missed you too.”
Hanbin shivered under his touch, feeling warm from head to toe. He should have known better than trying to deny Hao, that only made him more determined.
“We could cuddle.” Hanbin reasoned.
“We’ll start with that.” Hao agreed with a smile.
~
Even after their agreement, Hao hadn’t let him go. His hands simply migrated, grabbing him in different spots as they got ready and left, from wrapping around his arm and shoulders to pressing into the exposed skin of his nape. Other people had started looking at them, but Hao didn’t seem to care, and Hanbin’s weak attempts at nudging him away just made him grip harder.
When they got back to the dorm, he noticed Gyuvin packing a bag.
“Going somewhere?” Hanbin asked. Gyuvin hadn’t mentioned any plans, but they did have the day off tomorrow.
Gyuvin snorted.
“I’m rooming with Ricky for the night. No offense, but you guys can be loud . I’m not sticking around to hear it.”
Hanbin flushed, while Hao laughed and buried his face into his shoulder.
“Um.” He stammered, unsure what to say.
“I’ll probably be busy doing other stuff tomorrow too. Just text me when it’s fine to come back.”
“We will.” Hao said, “Have fun.”
“You too.” Gyuvin smirked, “Try not to wear yourselves out.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Hanbin said.
“I’m just saying.” Gyuvin shrugged, then went back to packing.
“Let’s go to bed.” Hao said, the hand that had been resting at his nape giving a light squeeze.
“Please at least wait till I’m gone to start anything.” Gyuvin begged.
“We’re just going to sleep.” Hanbin huffed.
“Really?”
Hanbin shoved him, about to pounce and teach him a lesson about respecting his elders, but Hao reeled him back, choking him as he held the collar of his shirt to stop him from moving forward.
“C’mon.”
Hanbin glared one last time as Gyuvin laughed at his suffering but finally obeyed, obediently following as Hao guided them back to his room. It was lucky that they had fewer roommates now that everyone was divided up to give them their own rooms, though no doubt they’d still have to put up with relentless teasing from everyone else when they all got back together. At least no one would be walking in on them this time.
Once they got into his bedroom, Hao’s hands started slipping under the back of his shirt, the cold touch to his heated skin making him flinch.
“What are you doing?” Hanbin hissed, leaning away. Surely Hao didn’t want to start already?
“Pervert.” Hao smirked, “I’m just helping you get ready for bed. Don’t tell me you want to sleep in your outside clothes?”
“Oh.” Hanbin said, trying not to sound too disappointed.
Hao snorted.
“I’m not doing anything until tomorrow, I’m too exhausted.” He explained. “We really will just cuddle tonight.”
Hanbin nodded, no longer resisting as Hao helped him get undressed. Though he’d said he didn’t intend to do anything, clearly that didn’t mean he had no intentions of teasing him, his hands and fingers stroking and pressing into his skin as he helped Hanbin pull on a loose tank top and shorts. When a nail dug into his nipple, he yelped and grabbed Hao’s wrist, already starting to stiffen.
“Stop, you’re going to get me worked up.” Hanbin warned.
“That’s the goal.” Hao chuckled.
Hanbin whined, reaching out to tug at the hem of Hao’s shirt.
“Your turn then.” He huffed.
Hao laughed but didn’t stop him, so Hanbin took full advantage of the opportunity, slowly peeling off the fabric and gliding his hands across Hao’s skin. He watched as Hao’s bare chest rose and fell, dipping his finger into the divot of his breasts.
“Are you actually going to help me get dressed, or do you just want to feel me up?”
“Sorry.” Hanbin blushed, grabbing a loose shirt to slip over Hao’s head.
When he went lower to slip off his pants, he couldn’t help but swallow at the sight. Clearly he wasn’t the only one affected, Hao already half-hard and straining in his boxers.
“I don’t feel like wearing pants.” Hao said, stopping Hanbin from going to grab any and pulling him towards the bed.
“Let’s lay down.”
Hanbin trailed after him, getting ready to climb in until he was tugged forward and fell into the mattress. Hao leaned over him and he clenched his eyes shut in anticipation, but all he heard was an amused chuckle and a click of the lamp overhead.
“I’m just turning off the light.” Hao teased. “What, were you expecting something?”
Hanbin whined, opening his arms to entice Hao into bed.
“Aren’t we cuddling?”
Hao’s heart clenched at the adorable sight.
“Of course we are, sweetheart.”
He climbed into Hanbin’s arms, pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. Or tried too, at least. Hanbin licked him, then stuck his tongue inside when Hao gave a shocked gasp.
“You really are naughty.” Hao scolded, reaching up to press a hand over Hanbin’s mouth.
Hanbin licked at his palm to get him off.
“Kissing is fine, isn’t it?”
Hao groaned. “Later, Hanbin. Let’s sleep now.”
“You started it.” Hanbin argued. “I’m all worked up now.”
“You think kissing won’t make it worse?” Hao laughed.
“Don’t you want to kiss me, gege?” Hanbin pouted.
“Tomorrow.” Hao said, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles. “Rest as much as you can now, I won’t be giving you a break later.”
Hanbin shivered at the implication, already anticipating what his dreams would be like tonight.
“Sweet dreams, Binnie.” Hao said once they were tucked in and snuggled together underneath the blankets, lightly stroking his hair. Hanbin cuddled into the crock of his neck, slowly drifting as he was enveloped in those strong arms.
It didn’t take him long to fall asleep, and when he did he was in a familiar place. The same bed he’d fallen asleep in, with Hao leaning over him like he had before, only this time he was the one stealing his lips, shoving a slick tongue deep inside. Hanbin couldn’t catch his breath under the assault and tried to push Hao away, but he simply grabbed him by the wrists and pressed his hands to the bed above his head, grinding their clothed erections together. Hanbin tried to tug away, but he couldn’t, nails digging into his skin.
“Look at you, completely at my mercy.” Hao said, nudging his legs open to drag himself against Hanbin’s ass and cock. “I can do anything I want.”
Hanbin sobbed, his hips moving without his permission, desperate for any kind of relief.
“Touch me.” He begged. “ Please .”
“Do I really need to?” Hao teased, rocking his own hips forward. “I think you can come just from this.”
He wasn’t wrong. Hanbin already felt so close, desperately rutting up against the firm pressure of Hao above him. He just needed something. A little bit more to tip him over the edge.
“Stay still.” Hao scolded, reaching his other hand down to press a bruising hand to his hips. “Be a good boy and take what I give you.”
Hanbin tried to move more, but he couldn’t, struggling uselessly under Hao’s hands.
“That’s right.” Hao cooed, thrusting up against him. “I got you right where I want you. Just give in, let gege take care of you, baby.”
Hanbin sobbed, giving up his struggle and letting Hao move him however he wanted.
“Good boy.” Hao praised, then brought both his hands down and lifted him to grind against his cock.
It was too much. He could barely do much more than whimper as he creamed in his pants, making a mushy mess. The feeling was so intense he awoke with a gasp, sweating and panting as reality slowly bled in.
Hao was no longer over him, but he was very much awake and intent, eyes focused on him. Hanbin had apparently clung to him during the night, and at some point started to use his leg for friction as he slept. It wasn’t entirely the first time this had happened, but it usually wasn’t this intense. His cock was still over sensitive, and a wet patch was blooming from where he’d come in his shorts.
“Good dream?” Hao smirked, his head resting on his hand.
“Yeah.” Hanbin said, seeing no point in lying. Hao had clearly seen everything. Felt everything.
“Me too.” Hao said, stroking his hand down his body until it reached his hard cock. It didn’t look like he’d came, but there was a wet spot forming from how much he was leaking in his boxers.
Hanbin swallowed at the sight, licking his lips.
“Can I suck you off?”
Hao groaned, palming himself at the suggestion.
“Great idea. I won’t say no to that.”
Hanbin smiled, giving him a quick peck before climbing his way his body. He pushed Hao’s shirt up, slowly kissing and licking his way down his toned stomach and chest and admiring the way it fluttered beneath him. He wanted to take his time, but a hand gripped at his hair and pushed him down.
“ Hurry .” Hao demanded.
“So impatient.” Hanbin teased, biting the fabric of his boxers to pull Hao free. “That desperate for me?”
“You should see the way you looked, baby.” Hao groaned, his dick twitching at the memory. “Grinding against me and whimpering my name. I wanted to fuck you right then, but I had to wait for you to wake up. It was killing me.”
Hanbin moaned. “You could if you want to, I don’t mind.”
“Fuck.” Hao cursed, hips jerking. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
“Why?” Hanbin panted, spitting on Hao’s cock as he wrapped his fingers around him. “I mean it, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Even pound you into the wall?” Hao asked, gripping his hair and pulling his head back to look at his face. “Hold you down and make you cry?”
Hanbin couldn’t hold back his whimper, a full-body shiver wracking his body at the words. He had never expected the words to come out of Hao’s mouth.
“You like that?” Hao asked, searching Hanbin’s expression. “Want me to use you like a doll?”
“Hyung.” Hanbin gasped. “No, you’ll hurt yourself.”
Hao chuckled.
“You’re worried about me ?”
“I’m not exactly little.” Hanbin argued. “You can’t toss me around.”
The implication, frankly, pissed Hao off.
“Didn’t you hear me yesterday? I can do anything I want.”
“I’m just talking logistically.” Hanbin clarified.
“I think you’re underestimating me, actually.” Hao huffed, smacking his hands away.
Hanbin was worried he might have actually upset his boyfriend until a foot pressed to his chest and knocked him back. He nearly fell off the bed, his head hitting the very edge of the mattress. Before he could get his bearings, however, Hao was dragging him back by his heels and climbing over him, pushing his hands up and holding them down as he sat on his chest.
“Go on, try to get me off.” Hao challenged. “If you can, I’ll let you do whatever you want. If you can’t, however, we do things my way.”
Fair enough. Though Hanbin didn’t want to hurt Hao’s pride, he already had some guess as to how this would go. He would just have to make it up to him with plenty of orgasms.
“Deal.” Hanbin said, then tried to lift his arms.
He was surprised, however, at just how much resistance there was. Hao was a solid force above him. The angle his arms were at made it hard to use all his strength, but even then he couldn’t budge them an inch. He tried to squirm, but Hao’s thick thighs clenched and held him still. By the end of it all, he was panting and Hao hadn’t even worked up a sweat.
“I don’t get it, you ask me for help to open up water bottles .” Hanbin huffed, dumbfounded as well as turned on. He knew Hao wasn’t exactly weak but he wasn’t expecting him to actually be able to overpower him, awkward position or not.
“Don’t be an idiot— you like doing that kind of stuff. Why would I bother doing it?” Hao scolded. “If I really want to toss you around, trust me, I can.”
Hanbin was starting to feel warm all over again, the pit of his stomach tingling as he was pressed down into the bed.
“What are you going to do to me?” He asked, no longer resisting. Clearly Hao had won this game.
“Whatever I want.” Hao smirked. “Feel free to struggle, it won’t do anything. You know to use the safe work if it really gets too much, right?”
Hanbin swallowed. Just what was he planning?
“Yeah.”
“Good boy.” Hao cooed, petting his hair mockingly. “First, you’ll want to finish what you started.”
Hao hadn’t let go of him, instead inching his cock closer until it hovered over his face and cast a shadow. Hao shifted to hold both his wrists in one hand, his other coming down to pinch Hanbin’s nose and make him open his mouth so he could slip his cock inside.
“Ah, fuck.” Hao groaned, the wet heat doing wonders after having to hold back for so long. “You feel great.”
Hao wasn’t gentle in the slightest, quickly sliding himself deep inside until he hit the back of Hanbin’s throat. Hanbin gagged, not quite ready, but Hao just kept going.
Hanbin’s eyes started to tear up as he struggled to breathe, snot and drool already started to pour out of him from the rough handling. Hao maoned as he fucked his way down his throat, lowering his hand to feel the way Hanbin’s neck slighted distended from the length of him pressed inside.
“You’re—ah — so cute when you cry.” Hao confessed, already feeling close as Hanbin gurgled beneath him. “Makes me want to absolutely ruin you.”
Hanbin whimpered, his own thighs rubbing together as he felt himself getting hard again. Hao’s hips were stuttering now, the tip of his cock grinding inside of him as he used him shamelessly to chase his own orgasm. The best Hanbin could do was bare it, trying his best not to bite down as Hao pressed against his throat and thrust inside.
“Good thing we’re not performing tomorrow.” Hao panted. “Everyone would wonder what happened to your lovely voice.”
God, Hanbin could picture it. No doubt he was going to be a little hoarse for awhile after this.
“Ah, I’m close.” Hao warned. “Make sure you swallow it.”
Hanbin tried his best, he really did, but even with the warning it was too much. Hao gushed inside of him, and Hanbin swallowed, but there was so much cum that it shot up out of his nose and made him cough.
“Poor baby.” Hao cooed, petting his hair as he spluttered and panted, white liquid dripping from his nose. “You missed some.”
Hao thumb swiped at the liquid then pressed it back into his mouth, the feeling of Hanbin swallowing around him making his cock twitch.
“Good boy.” Hao praised. “I think you deserve a reward.”
Hao grabbed Hanbin by the straps of his tank top, yanking him until he was pressed back into the pillows by the headboard, ass up.
Hanbin had no time to recover, Hao pulling his damp shorts down and licking a wet stripe across his hole.
“Wait—“ Hanbin said, lifting his head to look back, but Hao pushed him down again until he was muffled by the pillow.
“Just take it, baby.” Hao said, kissing his hole and dipping his tongue inside. “I gotta get you nice and wet for my cock.”
Hanbin groaned, hands reaching for his cock, but Hao stopped him.
“You can only come on my cock or my tongue. I won’t accept anything else.”
Hanbin whimpered, his hips squirming in an attempt to get some relief, but Hao’s other hand held his hips up away from the bed in a firm grip.
“Accept it, you’re at my mercy.” Hao said, biting into the meat of his thigh. “You should stop fighting and enjoy it, baby.”
Hanbin cried, he really couldn’t fight back. He felt sensitive all over, jolting at every firm press and touch. When Hao’s tongue pressed back inside he wailed, the wet digit dipping in and out and driving him wild.
Hao pulled back to spit on his hole too, letting go of his neck to work some of his fingers inside. He licked and coated the digits the best he could, then pressed one alongside his tongue to stretch him out.
Hao and Hanbin both moaned at the tight clutch of him. It had been awhile since they’d been able to have fully penetrative sex, and they were both wound tight.
“Fuck, can it even fit anymore?” Hanbin cried, feeling the burn of Hao’s finger forcing its way inside.
“You can take it.” Hao said, slowly working his way in. Though he did grab the lube just in case, squirting a generous amount to ease the way.
Hanbin was bubbling were he fingered him, the tight clutch of his walls easing the slick back out and making him press it back in. Hao curled his fingers, satisfied when he pressed inside and heard Hanbin wailing.
“Ah— wait— not there.” Hanbin whined, his body twitching involuntarily as Hao abused his prostate.
“Coming once might help loosen you up.” Hao suggested, pressing another finger inside. In truth, seeing Hanbin jerk and whine underneath him was too good of a sight to waste. He stretched his fingers and curled into that spot, grinning when Hanbin sobbed.
“I—I can’t.” Hanbin cried. “I’m gonna— ah— I’m gonna come.”
“Go ahead, baby.” Hao cooed, pressing in harder and deeper, slipping his thumb in too just to make sure he was stretched nice and wide. “Trust me, there’s many more to come.”
Hanbin couldn’t hold on any longer, drooling on the pillow as his cock twitched and shot out ropes of white. It hadn’t even rubbed up against the blanket once, just dangling there uselessly as Hao licked and fingered him.
“Get up.” Hao said, gripping him by the hair until he was sitting on the bed instead of melting into it.
“Gimmie a minute.” Hanbin panted, feeling wrung out. “I need to catch my breath.”
“Need me to carry you?” Hao said, which send a fresh thrill down his spine.
“Can you?” He asked, looking up at him.
Hao rolled his eyes and grabbed his arms, yanking him towards him.
“I wonder how many times I’m going to have to repeat this.” He huffed, kneeling slightly to grip the back of Hanbin’s knees. “I can do anything .”
Then he lifted, wrapping Hanbin’s legs around his waist. This was clearly a lot less easy for him than holding him down had been, sweat already forming at his brow and arms shaking, but once he had Hanbin pressed into the wall it was much easier, half the load taken off.
“Can you fuck me like this?” Hanbin asked, unbelievably turned on. He was still sensitive from his last orgasm, it wouldn’t take much.
“Are you goading me on purpose?” Hao pouted.
“Sorry.” Hanbin laughed, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Please?”
“I was already planning to.” Hao huffed, his cock bumping him as he adjusted his hold.
It was a bit scary, Hanbin’s feet not touching anything as Hao held him up. He’d enjoyed being piggybacked a few times in the past, but this was different. He felt unsteady, even with the wall at his back and Hao at his front.
“Kiss me.” Hanbin begged, hoping it might ground him.
“So demanding.” Hao chuckled, but he indulged him, letting Hanbin lick his way into his mouth and wrap his arms around his shoulders as he rubbed his cock along the crease of Hanbin’s ass.
Hanbin moaned into the kiss as he felt the tip of Hao’s cock catch on his enterance, pulling apart for a moment to gasp.
“In me.” He begged. “ Please .”
Hao nodded, briefly letting go of one leg to line himself up properly and press inside. They both groaned at the sensation, this angle much different to anything they’d tried before. Hanbin was gripping him tight, practically milking him as he thrust inside. Hao’s cock reached so deep like this, gravity pushing Hanbin down until the soft cheeks of his ass were digging into the hard bone of Hao’s hips.
“Kiss.” Hanbin whined, pulling at Hao’s collar to get him closer.
“You’re so needy.” Hao teased, grunting with the effort it took to hold his boyfriend and thrust inside.
“ Please .” Hanbin begged. He didn’t care how he looked, he was desperate.
Hao laughed as he gave him wanted, pressing their lips together as he thrust. Admirably, this wasn’t the easiest position. He could already feel the burn in his back and legs, though the grip on his cock was helping to distract from the strain. Even better was seeing Hanbin fall apart like this, clinging desperately to him like he was afraid he might disappear.
Hanbin gripped at Hao as they kissed, sucking on his tongue and digging his nails into the meat of his shoulders. All that filled the room now was the sound of their pants and moans, the slapping of skin as Hanbin bounced on Hao’s cock.
”I—I’m close.” Hanbin whimpered, his feet pressing into Hao’s back to urge him deeper inside.
”Me too.” Hao panted, burying his face into Hanbin’s neck and pressing him further into the wall. His whole body was burning, especially his arms and back. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the sensation between his legs as Hanbin gripped him inside.
Hanbin came first, his second untouched orgasm of the night. The liquid was basically clear from how many times he’d already came, a barely there spurt coating their bellies.
Hao felt it inside, though, Hanbin’s walls spasming around him. He groaned and bit into the pale flesh of Hanbin’s neck, filling him up as his own orgasm was wrung out of him, come dripping and bubbling as he used Hanbin’s hole to ease his way out of it.
”Enough.” Hanbin said, weakly pushing against his shoulder. “Aren’t you tired? Let’s go back to bed.”
”You’re right, we should try more positions.” Hao said, lowering his legs until he was standing again.
Hanbin gave a sigh of relief. Fun as this had been, the reality was a bit scary.
Unfortunately, Hao turned him around instead of taking him to bed, apparently far from done.
”I want to see at what point your knees buckle.” He leered, pressing his fingers back inside.
It was a very long day.
~
Hanbin felt refreshed in the morning, all his insecurities fucked out of him. Hao, however, was not so fortunate.
”My back is killing me.” He whined.
”Oh, really?” Gyuvin laughed, glancing Hanbin’s way.
”Shut up.” Hanbin said, pinching his fingers in warning. There was a whole audience watching them today.
“Where does all that energy come from?” Hao wondered, watching Hanbin bounce around. He’d folded his boyfriend like a pretzel, yet he seemed perfectly fine.
”I’ve always been very active.” Hanbin suggested. Really, sometimes he even surprised himself with how quickly he bounced back from things.
”Okay, I think I’ve heard enough.” Gunwook said.
“I’ll give you a massage later.” Hanbin promised Hao, ignoring him.
”Enough, I said!”