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Having sex with Gyuvin is… great.

Hell, it’s fantastic. Mind-blowing. Exciting. Exhilarating.

Ricky could call it many, many different things. He could never call it boring, though. Fun? Always. Dangerous? Sure. Inconvenient? Definitely. He’s still having dreams about the time at Music Core where Gyuvin pulled him into his dressing room and—

Gyuvin’s hands did what they do best. They had to change outfits because Ricky came all over Gyuvin’s. It was hard explaining that one to the stylists.

(“I think the blazer looks better.” Gyuvin said, sizing himself up in the mirror.

“It’s nice, but it doesn’t fit the concept.” The stylist groaned. “And it’s a little… tight.”

“What do you think, Ricky-ah?” Gyuvin turned to him with a smirk. He just loves to piss him off.

Ricky, who’s been standing there with his arms crossed and a mean glare for the last five minutes, rolls his eyes. “You’ve looked better, Qubing.”

Gyuvin pouted as his eyes glanced down at the sweater wrapped ever-so-perfectly around Ricky’s waist, hiding his entire crotch and thighs. “Maybe I should change back into the sweater?”

Ricky’s left-eye twitched. “On second thought, you look great.”)

He’s become the flag-bearer for Gyuvin’s overcharged libido. Everyone knows about their situation and Ricky doesn’t really like that. He’s not ashamed or anything. He finds himself talking about Gyuvin most of the time, anyway. He’s not that shy, either. He just doesn’t like how it’s a ‘sex thing’ to them. Like that’s the big joke. They fuck and that’s it.

It doesn’t help that Gyuvin likes to ‘accidentally’ leave his phone unattended to. He likes to embarrass and humiliate Ricky, it seems. He won the grand prize, after all. He slept with—and continues to sleep with—Shen Ricky. It doesn’t get much better than that.

He’s decided in order to even the scales, all he needs to do is play the game Gyuvin likes so much—and win.

That’s not what he really wants, though. Ricky could easily get back at him and hang posters of Gyuvin’s sad attempts at thirst trapping all around the dorm. He could print out their text exchanges and show the world just how disgustingly obsessed Gyuvin really is. He could do something even worse and leave him high-and-dry when he needs a quick way to get his dick wet.

But that’s not what he wants either. For as much as he likes to pretend like he doesn’t, Ricky really likes the situation he’s found himself in. He actively looks forward to it. He enjoys the attention Gyuvin gives him and how their relationship keeps changing with each day.

It’s hard to put into words what exactly he wants.

The problem is he just wants more.

He’s starting to worry that he’ll actually start doing anything to get it. He’ll betray all morals and lose his self restraint just to let Gyuvin devour even more of him.

If they both like it and it feels good, it can’t be that bad. It doesn’t need to be a big deal.

He hopes Gyuvin doesn’t start thinking about it too hard. If so, things might get complicated.

The last thing he needs is for anything to change between them. Sure, he’s well aware that a lot of things have already changed, but it’s for the better in most ways. He couldn’t imagine their relationship morphing into something entirely unrecognizable, but stranger things have happened.

As long as they can keep whatever this is going, Ricky’s content.

Ricky will continue scratching Gyuvin’s back while Gyuvin scratches his.

That’s what best friends do.

There is one thing that he’ll never deny Gyuvin of.

No matter how tired he is, annoyed he may be, or distracted he becomes—he’ll never ever say no to kissing.

Ricky’s previous boundaries make him laugh now. As soon as they started whatever they’d call this friends-with-benefits situation, Ricky thought he could actually prevent any sort of intimacy from blooming between them. He believed that as long as he stayed focused, he could keep things normal. At least, as normal as possible.

Now, though, he’s in Gyuvin’s bed every night. Most of the time they don’t even have sex anymore. Ricky just sits in Gyuvin’s lap while they make out.

It’s so hard not to get addicted to kissing Gyuvin. Ricky stopped trying to deny himself from wanting it so badly. He stopped acting like he could control the desire burning inside his heart and mind. He chases Gyuvin’s kisses like he’s dehydrated and Gyuvin’s lips are the oasis he’s been so desperately looking for.

The point is—Gyuvin’s a really, really good kisser.

The worst part about that is Gyuvin doesn’t even realize it. He has no idea how everything about him is perfect. He walks throughout the world oblivious to the fact that Ricky would worship at his feet if he let him.

Ricky’s never been good at describing what he loves about Gyuvin so much. Whenever someone asks him to, all that comes out is one thought.

Well, it’s because he’s Gyuvin. I love Gyuvin because he’s Kim Gyuvin.

It’s not exactly the most well-thought out response but it’s not easy for him to say how he feels. Gyuvin’s never had to be told that Ricky likes him, because it’s one of those things that both of them already know. Whenever Ricky smiles and grabs at Gyuvin’s hand for a chance of holding it, that says much more than what Ricky could ever articulate.

When they’re kissing late at night, he tries to, though. He tries to tell Gyuvin how he feels by using small questions and statements, whispered fragments of the truth hidden between facades of sarcasm.

Ricky’s mind falls onto the physical he likes first whenever he’s sitting in Gyuvin’s lap.

His lips are one of those perfect things.

Sometimes, Gyuvin’s lips are softer than his own. They fit perfectly against Ricky’s, carefully pressing against him like he’s made of air. They plump up and match the bright red blush sitting against his cheeks whenever they’re kissing for a long time.

Gyuvin always drags his lips across Ricky’s skin and peppers his face with kisses. He may nip at Ricky’s bottom lip but he never deepens them to make them raunchy, despite his brutally obvious arousal rubbing up against Ricky’s thigh.

Because these kisses are delicate. Special. Meaningful. Intimate. They’re meant to be soft and slow, used to release the tension they both procured throughout the day.

During moments like these, Ricky thinks that maybe this says a lot more about their relationship than anything else does. For as much as he loves the other members, he could never get this close to any of them. He could never imagine locking lips with anyone else, truthfully.

Ever since he started kissing Gyuvin, Ricky isn’t sure he could find someone who could satisfy him like Gyuvin does. He hopes that he doesn’t need to.

While Gyuvin is an excellent kisser and his lips are more addicting than sugar, it’s not just that.

When Ricky sits in his lap, all the attention is always on him and him alone.

Gyuvin’s hands hold onto Ricky’s waist as he keeps him close. His fingers knead into the skin underneath his t-shirt. Gyuvin’s fingertips will slip underneath his shirt, running along the side of Ricky’s back. Gyuvin does it so often now, but the feeling still makes Ricky’s head buzz.

These touches make Ricky feel loved. They make him insatiable. They make him want to ask for more.

So he does.

“Qubing,” Ricky whispers against Gyuvin’s lips breathlessly.

Gyuvin’s eyes barely open. He looks up at Ricky. His face is red and his lips are too. “What is it?”

Ricky hums, pressing a soft kiss to the side of Gyuvin’s mouth. “You can move your hands, you know.”

Gyuvin’s hands are settled on Ricky’s waist. They’re gripping him tight but Ricky wants them tighter. He wants Gyuvin’s hands burning holes throughout every layer of skin until he’s left with nothing.

“I know,” Gyuvin says, nuzzling his nose against Ricky’s. The small action makes Ricky’s heart skip a beat. “I like holding you like this, though.”

Ricky has to be honest to get what he wants sometimes. Gyuvin can’t always read his mind, despite believing he could. “But I like it when you touch me.”

“I’m touching you now, aren’t I?” Gyuvin grins as his fingers tap against Ricky’s hip.

“Yes, but it’s not enough.” Ricky sighs, kissing Gyuvin again. He can’t help but smile, too. “I need more.”

“Tell me what you want.” Gyuvin whispers, looking at Ricky like he wants to eat him alive. Ricky might actually let him if Gyuvin asked. “I’ll give you anything.”

When Gyuvin says things like that, Ricky starts to think he must have been a saint in a past life. Nothing else explains how he’d been blessed with someone like Gyuvin. Everything about him feels superhuman.

Ricky wants a lot. He’s tired tonight, though, and he’s still a bit sore from yesterday. He’s not in the mood for anything intense.

Right now, all he wants is to be in Gyuvin’s arms. He wants Gyuvin’s hands sliding along his spine and running through his hair. He wants all his senses to be overfilled with nothing but Gyuvin.

“I want you.” Ricky admits, somewhat sheepishly.

Gyuvin’s smiles shifts into something more shy. “I’m right here. You have me.”

Ricky melts into Gyuvin’s arms. It’s so easy to let his defenses down around him. He’s never had to worry about keeping up appearances with Gyuvin. He loved him for who he is and has been for the last three years. He’ll love whoever he turns into, as well.

Ricky kisses Gyuvin again, tangling his hands in his soft brown mop of hair. He grips onto the base of his scalp, deepening the kiss.

Gyuvin’s right hand moves from Ricky’s hip to hold his face. Gyuvin drags his fingers along Ricky’s cheek in a tender gesture. Ricky shifts his hips forward, sitting up.

They continue kissing until Gyuvin leans back, clearing his throat. “Rwick?”

Ricky opens his eyes. He chases one more kiss before smiling down at Gyuvin, whose face is burning red. “Yes?”

A strange emotion flashes in Gyuvin’s eyes. He looks like he’s thinking really hard about something.

“I—”

Just as he’s about to speak, a knock at the door breaks them apart.

Ricky practically jumps out of Gyuvin’s lap, stumbling backwards off his bed and onto the floor.

“Ow!” Ricky winces. Gyuvin watches from the bed, mouth still open.

“Hey, dinner’s here!” Hanbin shouts from the other side. “If you’re late again, we’re going to ration off your food!”

It’s an empty threat of course, but one that neither of them will ever risk.

Ricky and Gyuvin have made a bad habit of missing the first thirty minutes of dinner lately. It’s just so hard to pull himself away from Gyuvin, and well, Gyuvin can’t keep his hands off Ricky whenever he’s in his lap.

“Coming.” Ricky squeaks out as he stands up.

Gyuvin’s still sitting on his bed, looking lost.

Ricky turns around before he reaches for the doorknob. “Are you coming?”

Gyuvin runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

Ricky smirks, walking back over to Gyuvin. “Did you get too excited?”

He wraps his hand around Gyuvin’s wrist and pulls him up.

As Gyuvin stands up, he falls against Ricky’s back and wraps his arms around his stomach. Ricky’s caught off guard by the gesture, feeling the wind knocked out of him as Gyuvin’s arms tighten around him.

“What’s this for?” Ricky asks as his hands shoot up to hold Gyuvin’s. His hands cover his entire abdomen, pulling Ricky closer. His lips drag along his nape, leaving a tingling sensation across his neck.

“I like this.” Gyuvin says, breath hot against Ricky’s ear. He says it like that explains everything. In some ways, it does. “Do I need any other reason?”

Ricky’s face flushes as he turns his head away from Gyuvin’s. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly feeling so shy. Gyuvin’s being so tender tonight, far more than usual. “Dinner will get cold. If there is anything even left…”

Gyuvin slowly unwraps his arms around Ricky and places one of his hands on Ricky’s lower back. “Then, let’s go Rwickitty.”

Gyuvin’s been trying out pet names lately. Ricky lets him and ignores the excitement that comes with each new one. He doesn’t give Gyuvin any indication otherwise that he actually likes it. It feels too sweet. Too… boyfriend-like.

Which is not what they are. They aren’t boyfriends and Ricky understands that. Though, the lines sure get blurred a lot.

It certainly feels like they’re boyfriends when Gyuvin touches him like this. He wouldn’t ever kiss someone who wasn’t his boyfriend like how he kisses Gyuvin. The things they do together… well, that’s besides the point.

Gyuvin isn’t his boyfriend. They’re just best friends and that’s how it’s going to stay.

Ricky doesn’t like thinking about it much. So, he doesn’t.

As they stumble out of their room and into the kitchen, Ricky ignores all the eyes on him. Gyuvin laughs and joins in the conversation like it was nothing. Ricky finds himself floating through the rest of the night.

He hopes this feeling never goes away.

“I’ve been thinking.”

Gyuvin sits down next to Ricky in the middle of dance practice. They’ve been given ten minutes to get a drink and catch their breath after working through the last few beats of the routine. The last thing Ricky needs right now is to get involved in whatever scheme Gyuvin’s plotted up.

Truthfully, most of what comes out of Gyuvin’s mouth whenever he says stuff like that are good things, though. Despite that, Ricky isn’t sure he has the brain power to think about anything other than dancing right now. His limbs still minic the choreography despite sitting down against the cool practice room wall.

“About?” Ricky asks, chugging down the rest of his water bottle. He’s not in the mood to be catty right now, otherwise he would have made Gyuvin work for it.

Gyuvin’s hands fidget in his lap, pulling on his fingers. “Can we make this exclusive?”

Ricky almost spits all over the wooden floor. His head snaps over to Gyuvin before swallowing the rest of his water in a hurried gulp.

“Excuse me?”

“I know we haven’t really talked about it, but it’s been bothering me. I don’t want you seeing anyone else.”

“Excuse me?” Ricky repeats, feeling like a broken record.

“Thinking about someone else kissing you is seriously making me nauseous, Rwicky. God forbid anything more…”

All at once, Ricky’s mind is back onto Gyuvin. Forget about dancing, he’s completely distracted by whatever Gyuvin’s trying to say. He doesn’t really get it because in what world is Ricky seeing anyone else when he has Gyuvin?

“Qubing, god, shut up. What are you even talking about?”

Gyuvin’s thigh rests against Ricky’s as his hand reaches out to wrap around his wrist. “I want to be the only person kissing you.”

Ricky can’t help but smile despite how stupid Gyuvin is acting. It’s flattering and sweet and honestly his possessiveness is a little sexy. However, how dense he’s being is leaving a lot to be desired.

“Do you honestly think I’m kissing other people?”

Gyuvin shrugs innocently. “I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it.”

Ricky supposes that much is true. They just fell into this situation, unwilling to confront the dynamic change with any reasonable conversation. It’s hard to talk when Gyuvin’s hands are all over him, but to be fair Ricky hasn’t been trying very hard. He didn’t want to have this conversion because then everything will become a lot more real.

“I’m not.” Ricky says, a little defensively. “I hope you’re not, either.”

“Of course I’m not!” Gyuvin huffs out. “There’s no one else I’d—you’re the only—I couldn’t even—ugh. Rwicky, you know what I’m trying to say.”

Ricky’s hand flips over, beckoning Gyuvin’s palm into his own. “Then you should trust me when I say there’s no one else and there never will be.”

Gyuvin’s face softens. His fingers slide right into Ricky’s. “I trust you, that’s not what I was trying to say. I trust you a lot.”

“I know that, but I still want to tell you. You’re the only person I’m kissing.”

Gyuvin beams, smiling so wide that Ricky can’t help but smile back. Gyuvin’s thumb rubs soft circles on Ricky’s. “Me too. You’re the only person I want to kiss.”

Ricky’s face warms up, a different type of warmth spreading across his chest in place of the exhaustion and sweat laying across his forehead.

They do a lot more than kiss but above all else that’s what Gyuvin’s worried about apparently. Perhaps Gyuvin’s finally learned what’s appropriate to talk about in front of the other members. He’s not exactly keen on discussing matters related to their relationship in the middle of dance practice, but Ricky doesn’t find himself caring too much about that.

He’s happy more than anything. Gyuvin feels comfortable being honest and coming to him whenever something’s bothering him. That’s always been true for their friendship, but it feels a little different now. Ricky can’t quite put his finger on it, but the interactions they have now seem so much more soft.

Soft. He isn’t sure how he would even describe that. Gyuvin’s sweet and talks low, only loud enough for Ricky to hear. His touches are gentle and subdued, hidden to anyone who doesn’t look. Ricky’s well aware that there are a lot of people looking, and Gyuvin’s never been shy from showing how loudly he loves. Yet, this is different from how it used to be.

Maybe when he’s not in the middle of dance practice and running off four hours of sleep, he can give himself more time to understand how he feels. He can learn to describe their indescribable relationship. He can define what they’ve never found the need to define before.

Before Ricky can admit to any of his deeper, more sensitive affections, they’re called back to practice. Gyuvin’s hand stays tied to his for as long as he can before finally slipping away.

The rest of the practice passes by in a blur. He goes back to focusing on dancing, eyes glancing over in Gyuvin’s direction every so often.

With every passing moment, everything slowly becomes clearer.

Practice ends and Ricky’s mind is running through the planned schedules for the next week. More practice, some jacket shooting, and a whole lot of stolen sleep.

He likes being busy, though. He enjoys the burn in his muscles that leaves him tired and satisfied. The spotlight always rejuvenates him far more than anything else ever could.

Well, besides Gyuvin. However, that’s pretty different. Gyuvin recharges him in a different way. While the stage light feels like lightning zapping directly against his heart, Gyuvin’s presence feels more like a haven to recharge his batteries.

Like a few weeks later, when Ricky’s lying in Gyuvin’s arms while they cuddle for the hundredth time. It’s late, because it always is, and Ricky’s sure they’re both only going to get the bare minimum when it comes to sleep.

Despite that, Gyuvin’s hands soothe every ache in his bones. Every movement softens his worries and calms his mind.

Sometimes, he wonders if Gyuvin realizes the effect he has on people. Ricky knows for a fact it isn’t just him. Everyone who ever comes into contact with Gyuvin comes out changed for the better, healed and repowered.

And Gyuvin never seems to run out of it. He never runs out of love and care and adoration for other people. It spills and pours and flows out of him like there’s no stopping point, drowning out any sort of resistance. Ricky lets himself float in the feeling, pulling himself closer to Gyuvin as he focuses on the rise and fall of his chest.

Ricky’s well aware of the love he feels for him. He does love him and he has been loving him for a long time, way before they started fooling around. Now that Gyuvin melts like putty in his hands, Ricky isn’t sure how much longer he can stay satisfied by just being friends.

Sometimes, he wishes Gyuvin could be brave enough for the both of them. Instead, he’ll need to get what he wants off sheer willpower alone. And a little neediness, but Gyuvin liked that about him.

“Qubing,” Ricky whines, pressing a soft kiss to the base of Gyuvin’s neck.

Gyuvin grunts, taking a deep breath. “Hmm?”

“Are you awake?”

Gyuvin snorts. “Duh.”

Ricky rolls his eyes, hand slipping underneath the hem of Gyuvin’s t-shirt. His fingers drag along his abdomen, running along his waist. “Are you too tired tonight?”

Gyuvin already understands what Ricky’s asking, and he was born expressive and honest. He grins and actually giggles. “Never.”

Ricky knows that he doesn’t need to ask by this point but he still always does. Both of them always ask before they do anything, and Ricky’s honestly grateful. Some nights, he’s really not in the mood to even talk that much let alone get his back blown out.

Ricky kisses Gyuvin’s collarbone as his hand slips between his waistband. He’s feeling lazy and lethargic, but he still wants to make Gyuvin feel good. It’s weird. Ricky’s never been a selfish lover but he finds himself wanting to please and satisfy Gyuvin as much as possible.

Maybe it’s because he knows that Gyuvin feels similarly. Gyuvin always returns the favor tenfold, just because he wants to take care of Ricky.

Gyuvin giggles as Ricky’s fingers wrap around his stiffening cock. His lips press against his cheek, his nose rubbing against his ear. “You’re so sweet.”

Ricky’s hand starts lazily stroking his cock to full hardness. Despite how often they do this, it’s still too easy sometimes. He could blow air on Gyuvin’s dick and he’d be hard in seconds.

Ricky would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. His ego likes being stroked just as much as his cock does, truthfully.

“My sweet-ky.” Gyuvin mumbles, lips buzzing against Ricky’s neck. “All mine.”

The position really is far too tender compared to the relationship they have. Gyuvin’s almost making out with his neck just by how much he’s talking, hands running along Ricky’s waist.

Gyuvin doesn’t even know when to stop talking sometimes, but to be honest Ricky really loves that about him. He never has to guess or assume anything about him. Gyuvin just says it without even being prompted. It slips past his lips like he doesn’t even mean to say it.

He’ll fish, though. He’ll always fish for more when it comes to Gyuvin.

“Yours, hmm?” Ricky says, closing his eyes as his hand carefully speeds up.

Gyuvin’s hips buck up into Ricky’s hand while he lets out a soft moan. “Mine. All mine.”

Gyuvin’s hand suddenly shifts to Ricky’s lower back, squeezing hard as he continously gropes and kneads the plushness of Ricky’s ass. Ricky hisses, dropping his forehead against the pillow.

“You’re obsessed,” Ricky whines.

Gyuvin pushes his hips forward again, grunting. “I hate how other people talk about you, Rwicky.”

Ricky opens his eyes to find Gyuvin grinding up into his hand. His movements are jagged and uncoordinated. “Like what?”

“Everyone talks about how fat your ass is, but they don’t even know the half of it.” Gyuvin’s voice lowers, dripping with jealousy. “They’ll never know what it’s like to watch you stretch and sink onto my cock like you were made for it. Call me a little obsessed, then.”

“Jesus christ, Qubing.” Ricky exhales in shock, clenching his thighs together. “What is wrong with you? Where did that come from?”

“Just being honest,” Gyuvin mumbles, opening his eyes to look at Ricky with a deep sincerity that feels a little misplaced, all things considered.

Gyuvin’s humping Ricky’s hand like a dog in heat while he gropes his ass as if there’d never be another chance to do so. He’s panting despite the fact they only just started picking up the pace. Ricky wishes he were recording this for his personal archives.

Ricky’s own cock throbs between his legs, begging for any sort of attention. He doesn’t actively seek it, but his mind keeps running to all the different possibilities of what could come next.

“I like it when you are,” Ricky admits, shifting his hips closer towards Gyuvin.

Gyuvin shoves his hips forward as Ricky pulls his hand back. “I think I’m addicted to you, Rwick. You, your ass, everything.”

That’s music to Ricky’s ears, honestly. All he wants is for Gyuvin to throw himself at his feet and offer all he has just for him. He wants to own Gyuvin in every way that matters. His heart, his soul, his mind, he wants everything. He wants it all and he doesn’t feel bad about it at all.

“Good.” Ricky hums, lining up his clothed erection with Gyuvin’s. “Good boys get rewards for being honest, Qubing.”

Gyuvin waits with bated breath, eyes wide as he waits for orders. Ricky likes it when Gyuvin takes control, but he likes it even more when he bosses Gyuvin around. He loves the push and pull of it all, how easy they both give up the spotlight and let the other lead.

If Ricky’s bound to Gyuvin with a collar, Gyuvin’s tied to him with a leash. Somewhere over the last three years they’ve gotten entangled with each other in ways that neither of them fully realize yet. Ricky isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to live a life without him.

While every thought makes his heart beat faster, it also makes him incredibly horny.

“I want you to grind against my dick.” Ricky instructs, placing his hands on Gyuvin’s chest. “Grind and hump Qubing, think you can do that?”

“Hump and grind? Baby, that’s what I do best.”

Gyuvin chases a kiss before gently rolling his hips upwards towards Ricky’s. Ricky matches the movement, grinding his crotch against Gyuvin’s. They fall into a hypnotic rhythm, bodies moving in harmony as they use each other to get off.

Ricky’s fingers spread across Gyuvin’s chest as his eyes snap shut. He chases the feeling that bleeds from Gyuvin’s body, the burning sensation inside his stomach flickering alive to a passionate heat. Whenever they spend time alone like this, the same fire starts burning in his gut, an unquenchable thirst that only Gyuvin can satiate.

“Qubing,” Ricky whines, hips quickening to a harsher pace. Their cocks slide together beneath the fabric, his hands gripping onto his t-shirt with an iron grip.

Gyuvin’s presence is almost always overwhelming in the best way possible, an all-encompassing heat that never dulls. Even when they aren’t having sex, Ricky can feel Gyuvin inside him. It’s weird. The feeling is one he can barely explain. At all times, Gyuvin seems to live inside his brain and his heart. If he could, Ricky is sure Gyuvin would live inside his bones, too.

“Baby,” Gyuvin groans, moving his face forward to push their foreheads together.

Gyuvin’s movements become a lot less coordinated, their previous harmonious grinding turning into something messier. They both are close to hitting their climaxes, one jut of the hips away from complete elation.

“Baby, Ricky. Please, look at me.”

Ricky opens his eyes, met with Gyuvin’s wide open expression looking back at him. They’re so close, Ricky can taste Gyuvin’s breath inside in his own mouth.

“Baby, please.” Gyuvin just keeps repeating the same pet name as his hips continue to roll in harsh circles. “Please.”

Ricky has no idea what he’s asking for but he’s fully prepared to give it all. He’ll give anything he has, anything Gyuvin asks for. He’ll give up everything just to make Gyuvin happy. He decided that long, long ago.

“I’m here, xiǎo gǒu.” Ricky lets the word slip out of his mouth before he even realizes what he’s saying. Puppy. My little puppy. Gyuvin’s my puppy.

For heaven's sake, Ricky’s so far gone. Immediately, his stomach flips and he comes all over the inside of his underwear. Waves of relief wash over him as he clings onto Gyuvin’s body, hands clawing into his shoulders.

Gyuvin lets out a high-pitched grunt as he hits his climax at the same time, hands digging into the round flesh of Ricky’s ass. He continues to grind his hips forward as he comes, forehead dropping onto Ricky’s lips.

Ricky presses a soft kiss there, closing his eyes as he’s panting.

Gyuvin’s arms are wrapped around him so tight, Ricky can barely breathe. Everything about what just happened is making him lightheaded.

“Ricky…” Gyuvin says, voice light. “My god.”

Gyuvin raises his head, shifting back as he catches his breath. Ricky runs one of his hands through Gyuvin’s hair as his thumb rubs over his forehead.

Gyuvin’s looking at him with those big, round eyes of his. His face is as red as it always is, cheeks flushed and hot to the touch. His mouth is open ever so slightly as he breathes, and all Ricky wants to do is kiss him.

So, he does. He takes Gyuvin’s mouth into a deep kiss, hand shifting down to cup his cheek. Gyuvin kisses him back with a kind of softness that makes Ricky melt in his arms.

I’m in love with you, Ricky thinks.

He must mumble it against Gyuvin’s lips, because he pulls back with a confused expression.

“Hmm?”

Ricky just smiles, knowing and content. “Let’s go clean up.”

Gyuvin reluctantly legs go of Ricky’s ass, turning onto his back as he takes a deep breath. His chest keeps rising and falling while his face keeps looking up at the ceiling.

Ricky drags his hand down Gyuvin’s chest, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Gyuvin offers a small, sweet smile. His hand reaches out for Ricky’s in a desperate attempt at connection. Ricky easily gives it up, combing their hands and fastening their fingers together.

They don’t say anything else after that.

The heat in Ricky’s underwear is cold and uncomfortable now, and he fears getting some sort of rash from how harshly they were dry-humping. Despite that, he can’t find the strength to move while Gyuvin just keeps breathing. Ricky loses track of time as he listens to his soft exhales while his chest expands.

Ricky watches Gyuvin’s face for any sort of indication of how he feels, but it’s hard to read into anything when Gyuvin looks so content. He always looks happy, but the expression he has now is somewhat different than the usual. Ricky thinks Gyuvin was born with a smile, but in the quieter, more intimate moments like this, Ricky knows that only the people who Gyuvin loves most get to see this side of him.

It makes Ricky insatiable.

Ricky wants it all for himself. He doesn’t want anyone else to experience what Ricky deserves, to take what they want from Gyuvin and never give back in return. Ricky would give Gyuvin anything he wanted if he just asked for it. Sometimes, Ricky wishes Gyuvin was a lot more selfish. It’d be easier to navigate their changing relationship if he wasn’t the only one with this gnawing desire in his stomach.

Gyuvin finally sits up. Their hands stay connected.

“That was… wow.” Gyuvin clears his throat, having finally caught his breath.

Ricky’s honestly feeling shy despite how into they both were. “I’ve never done something like that before.”

“Me neither.” Gyuvin chuckles, slouching. “I really liked it.”

Ricky forgets about being shy. “Me too. I like whatever we do.”

Gyuvin’s thumb runs along Ricky’s knuckle. “Really?”

“Yes, obviously. I wouldn’t keep doing it if I didn’t like it.” Ricky says.

Gyuvin thinks it over, mindlessly pulling on Ricky’s hand. “I know, but I still like knowing that you like it, too.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“What we do together. That I’m not the only one getting something out of it. I like taking care of you and… stuff.” Gyuvin admits. His ears are red and his face is quickly catching up. “Making you feel good makes me feel good.”

Simplicity can often be the most eye-opening. It’s not the first time they’ve had this conversation, but Ricky’s never truly listened before. Not in the way that Gyuvin deserves. After their conversation in the practice room a few weeks ago, Ricky’s starting realize how fast everything is changing between them.

Gyuvin’s clearly not satisfied keeping their relationship casual. Ricky’s never been, either, but he wasn’t sure on how to even broach that subject. Ricky’s well aware most of their members think they’re already dating, and most of the fans believe that, too.

Yet, they’ve never talked about it. They flirt in front of the cameras but when they stop filming, the flirting always doubles in intensity. Gyuvin knows everything about him, all the secrets and stories that no one else has ever put in the effort to learn. Ricky watches Gyuvin from the corner of every room, constantly replaying each and every expression his face makes. He listens and collects all the smallest facts of Gyuvin’s life. They’re inseparable in every way that matters.

They get each other off, make out, and pretend like everything’s normal.

Truthfully, has anything ever been?

“Me too,” Ricky sighs. “I really like this, Qubing. I like being with you.”

That’s all Ricky can offer him at that moment. Meanwhile, his brain keeps running over all the things he would say if he didn’t have self restraint.

I want to live inside your skin. I want to force our souls together, melding them into twin flames. I want your every waking moment. I won’t be satisfied until I get it. I could never be satisfied without you, Gyuvin. It doesn’t even scare me. There’s no future where we don’t find our way back to each other. I truly believe that.

Would Gyuvin run away, scared by the intensity? Or would he match Ricky’s passion tenfold? Would he let himself be lost in the feeling both of them seem to chase? Does any of this truly matter?

Ricky already knows the answer. He’s known the answer for months yet for some reason keeps delaying the inevitable. He denies the truth that everyone else sees.

Perhaps, he enjoys it. The uncertainty. The game. The chase. They both do.

It doesn’t matter who wins. Ricky can fight it all he wants, but he knows where his heart belongs. Gyuvin may push all his buttons and work him up, but he’s the one who unravels him and puts him back together. That’s how the game works. That’s how they both win.

Ricky wants Gyuvin to know that he loves him. He realizes that it’s been made abundantly clear, especially over the last few months. He doesn’t need to say it outloud. His actions speak a lot louder than he ever could.

Despite that, he still wants to say it.

Gyuvin doesn’t give him the chance, though.

“I like being with you, too. I like doing this.” Gyuvin’s smiling again. “I like you, Ricky.”

The fact that neither of them can just admit outright what they both want makes Ricky laugh more than anything. It’s humorous, being put in such an absurd situation and continuing on as if nothing’s changed.

“I like you, too, Qubing.”

“That’s a relief,” Gyuvin sighs. He says it like a joke, but Ricky doesn’t have the energy to laugh. Instead, he just smiles. “I’m glad you like me.”

Ricky brings their hands to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the top of Gyuvin’s knuckle.

“As much as I'd love to stay here talking all night, can I please go and change?”

Gyuvin laughs, letting go of his grip on Ricky’s hand. “Fine, fine. Sorry, I got carried away.”

Ricky misses the warmth of Gyuvin’s hand. “I don’t mind. Talking about it, I mean. Talking about whatever you want.”

Ricky almost lets the moment pass before deciding to be honest—to give Gyuvin more thread to pull on.

“Reassuring you that I want this.”

Gyuvin perks up, grinning. “You’re so sweet when you want to be, Rwickitty.”

“I’m always sweet.” Ricky rolls his eyes, turning around to grab a spare change of clothes. “Maybe it’s more obvious only when it comes to you.”

Gyuvin beams and Ricky will always love just how easy it is to see that smile. He knows he has the added bonus of being someone Gyuvin covets, which doubles his grin in size. Despite how frequent the are, Ricky still finds each one extremely special.

After they both clean up and get changed, Ricky finds himself laying in his own bed. Alone.

Gyuvin’s fast asleep from across the room. Ricky watches him for far too long, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing comes, though.

Gyuvin keeps sleeping and Ricky keeps watching.

He decides that tomorrow night, he’ll stumble back into Gyuvin’s bed and fall asleep in his arms.

And maybe then, he’ll admit a little more.

A few days later, Ricky’s sitting in the living room of their dorm.

Most of the other members are out running errands on their day off. He didn’t feel like doing any shopping today, so just went out with Matthew to play basketball. They ran around the court and shot hoops for a few hours before deciding to head back.

Ricky scrolled through his phone while he waited for Matthew to get out of the shower. It was his job to find some place to order dinner from, but he couldn't decide on what to eat. So, he just kept scrolling.

In the middle of searching, the front door opens. Hao walks in with a wave, sporting a few shopping bags over his shoulder. Gyuvin stumbles in behind him, carrying a tray of drinks.

They both went out looking for new clothes.

“Rwick, rwick, where are you?” Gyuvin sing-songs, walking through the front door. Hao shuffles past Ricky with a sweet wave.

Ricky drops his phone, unsure if he’s willing to face whatever Gyuvin wants from him. He’s grinning, though, so it must be good.

“Yes?”

Gyuvin quickly stands in front of Ricky with a bright smile. “Me and Hao hyung stopped for milkshakes on the way home and I brought you one. You like avocado, right?”

Gyuvin holds out an avocado milkshake in his hand.

Ricky stares at it. “Yes, I do.”

Gyuvin already knew that. Whenever Ricky talks about California, he mentions all the foods that he misses. All the foods that remind him of home. Such as that avocado milkshake.

Ricky takes the milkshake from Gyuvin with a shy smile. “Thank you, Qubing.”

Gyuvin just shrugs. “I texted Mashu hyung to see if you guys were back yet, and he said no one else was at the dorm. I would've gotten more, but me and Hao hyung couldn’t carry it all.”

Ricky nods slowly, feeling his face warm up. His heart beats for Gyuvin.

“Speaking of, where’s Mashu hyung? I got him mint chocolate.”

Ricky keeps staring at the drink in his hand. “He’s in the shower. I’d leave it in the fridge.”

Gyuvin nods. “Oh okay, I’ll text him to let him know.”

Gyuvin shuffles back to the kitchen while Ricky just keeps staring.

Gyuvin will do the sweetest things and act like it’s the most normal display of kindness in the world. For Gyuvin, it probably is. For Ricky, he doesn’t understand how someone could be born so selfless. He’s always thinking of others. Before he lives for himself, he lives for his friends. For his family.

Not only did he get Ricky his favorite milkshake that reminds him of home, but he got one for Matthew, too.

Ricky takes a sip. All at once, he’s brought back to summers in Los Angeles. It tastes almost identical to the milkshakes he used to chug down back then.

It’d be wrong to jump Gyuvin in the middle of their dorm, but Ricky can’t help but think about it.

Ricky sighs to himself. Then, he continues to sip on the milkshake, completely forgetting about ordering dinner.

I am definitely in love with him, Ricky thinks.

Isn’t it obvious how much he loves me, too?

Gyuvin is way too hot for his own good.

Ricky knows that his lack of self control is becoming dangerous, but he can’t find anything within himself to start caring about it. His thoughts start and end with Gyuvin most of the time, anyway. Whenever he’s not focusing on work, that is.

But even then, it’s hard to ignore the overwhelming presence that is Kim Gyuvin.

When Gyuvin’s bangs are brushed out his forehead and matted to the side of his face with sweat, Ricky thinks he looks beautiful. Gyuvin is always beautiful, but he’s even more so during the moments that the rest of the world doesn’t get to see. Ricky doesn’t even think Gyuvin is aware of how gorgeous he looks.

All the energy that ruminates in his soul burns through each and every one of his movements. Gyuvin dances like no one is watching and usually no one is, at least when they’re practicing. Gyuvin will monitor himself the most of all while they run through the routines.

Ricky watches, though. From the corner of his eye when there’s a lull in the practice. He’ll sneak glances as often as he can. He’s gotten a lot worse at hiding it recently.

Gyuvin never noticed before. Or rather, he never mentioned it if he did. Today, though, he catches Ricky’s eyes on him. Ricky made the mistake of looking for a second too long, meeting Gyuvin’s quick gaze.

Gyuvin’s expression shifts from one of intense focus into a coy grin. He runs his hand through his hair, showing off all the smile lines on his face and the crinkle in his eyes.

If no one else was around, Ricky would pounce on him in a heartbeat. He’d pin him to the ground and take it all. He’d mark him with all the kisses in the world and drain him of all the pent up energy he has. Ricky would just take while Gyuvin gave.

Despite how badly he wants to, Ricky knows that he can’t.

He ignores all the thoughts in his brain for the rest of practice. He focuses on the ache in his muscles and the exhaustion that seeps through his bones.

Ricky doesn’t miss Gyuvin staring at him out of his peripherals, though.

When practice finally ends, Ricky finds himself loitering around as all the other members shuffle back to the dorm. He’s content with the work he put in today, but some part of him feels like continuing on a little longer.

He waves by as everyone leaves, turning back to the mirror as he shuffles through the music on his phone.

The door to the practice room opens again, causing Ricky to turn around to see who came back.

Gyuvin walks in, pausing after he sees Ricky.

“I forgot my charger,” Gyuvin says.

He’s being honest, but Ricky can’t help but think there was another reason he came back. Gyuvin could have just borrowed someone else's at the dorm.

Gyuvin quickly walks over to the other side of the room, picking up his charger off the floor before turning back to Ricky.

Maybe, if Ricky were a better, more emotionally sound person, he could deny himself of the things he wants. However, he doesn’t feel like fighting it. There is no harm in having your cake and eating it too.

Ricky beckons Gyuvin over to him. “I noticed you staring at me today.”

Gyuvin scoffs. “Says you, you’re legit always staring at me.”

“Can you blame me?” Ricky exhales with a sigh. Gyuvin stands in front of Ricky, looking at him with a strange expression.

Ricky’s arm moves with a mind of its own. He runs his fingers through Gyuvin’s hair, pushing his bangs back. “It’s hard not to.”

Gyuvin’s lips curve up into a shy smile. “You like me.”

“I like how hot you are, Qubing. You’re nice to look at.” Ricky teases.

Sometimes, Gyuvin doesn’t think he’s that attractive. He knows that he can struggle with confidence sometimes. Ricky wishes he could kiss all those insecurities away and instill the factual belief that he’s drop-dead gorgeous.

“Says you,” Gyuvin repeats, glancing down at Ricky’s lips. His tone changes to something a lot softer and quieter. “You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever met.”

Ricky never intends for their conversations to turn into these sweet admissions of affection but he can’t complain about it. He enjoys these tender moments just as much as the back-and-forth.

“You’re such a flirt. It makes me think you have ulterior motives.” Ricky smirks with a step forward. Their bodies are almost touching now, breathing in each other's space.

Ricky’s making stuff up because he’s the one with ulterior motives. Gyuvin is as honest and kind as he always is, uplifting Ricky with the sweetest of compliments while expecting nothing in return.

Gyuvin always gets shy when Ricky demands this kind of tenderness, and it makes Ricky feel unstoppable. He needs more, and he’ll do anything to get it. He wants the filth and kindness all at once.

“I want you, Qubing.” Ricky says through half-lidded eyes.

Gyuvin blinks a few times, shaking his head. “What do you mean?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Gyuvin swallows hard, demeanor changing instantly. “What?”

Ricky’s hand falls between Gyuvin’s legs. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

Gyuvin groans as Ricky palms his growing erection.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Fuck, Ricky, you’re fucking insane.” Gyuvin says breathlessly, but he’s already pulling his pants down.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this. Don’t even try to pretend like you haven’t been eye-fucking me for the last three hours.” Ricky bites as he wraps a hand around Gyuvin’s already leaking cock.

Gyuvin just snickers, placing his hands around Ricky’s head as he pins Ricky’s back against the mirror. “Takes two to break the rules, you know.”

Ricky just shrugs. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You’re the one with your cock out, and I’m just… helping a friend. Isn’t that it?”

Gyuvin shakes his head with a grin. “That’s all it is. Just friends helping each other out. Hasn’t it always been like that?”

They’re playing a game right now but Ricky isn’t sure for much longer. Gyuvin’s tone has already shifted into something a little sarcastic. It makes Ricky wonder how Gyuvin’s perceived the last few months. He won’t ask now, because he wants this game to continue.

Ricky loves to rile him up. He’ll keep playing until neither of them have fun. That will never happen, though.

“That’s all you are, Qubing. Just a friend.” Ricky hums, lazily stroking Gyuvin’s dick without any effort. “Surely, you didn’t think it meant anything else?”

Gyuvin’s eyes flicker with a newfound intensity. He pulls away from Ricky to spin him around, shoving him face first against the mirror. Ricky’s cheek squished against the cold reflection, looking back at Gyuvin with a blush.

“I’ll make you regret saying that,” Gyuvin mutters. “Friends don’t fuck you like I do.”

That much is true, but Ricky can’t say anything else because Gyuvin’s suddenly all over him. With a harsh tug, Ricky’s sweatpants and underwear fall to the floor.

Gyuvin slaps Ricky’s ass, causing him to yelp.

“Qu—” Ricky’s silenced by another slap.

Ricky’s entire body physically shivers, vibrations of hot desire exploding across his chest. Gyuvin’s hand slams against the mirror next to Ricky’s head as he uses his other hand to delicately rub against the red mark on his ass.

“Are we just friends? Really?” Gyuvin whispers in his head, planting a wet kiss to the side of his neck. “Bullshit, Rwick.”

Ricky achieved his goal of riling him up, at least. “What are we, then?”

Gyuvin doesn’t answer that at first. Instead, he pushes his fingers against the rim of Ricky’s hole as he continues to kiss along his neck.

Ricky’s definitely still sweaty despite the air conditioning. They both are, and this is kind of disgusting but something about the entire situation is making Ricky go crazy. Gyuvin’s going to fuck him in the practice him and take all he wants and Ricky’s going to let him. He’s encouraging it, even.

The feeling burning inside him is just so carnal. So goddamn human, he never wants to fight it. So, he doesn’t.

“Qubing, please,” Ricky whines.

“You tell me,” Gyuvin finally responds to Ricky’s question. “Tell me what I am to you.”

Gyuvin then spits on his fingers, lowering them onto Ricky’s hole. Ricky shivers as the saliva presses against his rim. Gyuvin’s pointer finger carefully pushed into him with all the softness in the world.

Even when they’re both acting and following the same filthy script, Gyuvin treats him with so much care it makes Ricky go light-headed.

“Just friends,” Ricky says as Gyuvin pushes another finger in. He spits a fat glob of saliva directly onto Ricky’s ass, watching it slide down as his fingers thrust in and out of him.

Gyuvin mockingly laughs. He doesn’t even pretend to believe what Ricky’s saying. “Just friends, right.”

Gyuvin’s hand juts forward, pushing his fingers deeper as he stretches Ricky open. Ricky moans, eyes shut tight as he loses himself in the mix of pain and pleasure. He can barely hold himself up against the mirror, using all of his remaining strength on not collapsing in Gyuvin’s arms.

“Baby, please,” Ricky whines, forcing his eyes open.

Gyuvin looks up at him. “Can’t rush, princess. Just be patient.”

Ricky doesn’t want to be patient, though. He wants their bodies connected immediately. He wants Gyuvin’s cock fucking him open and ruining him for anybody else. Gyuvin’s done that dozens of times by this point, but Ricky still lives off the confirmation. Every time feels the same.

Gyuvin spits again, coating more of his fingers as he pushes another in. He’s fully stretching and fucking his fingers into him with a quickening pace. Ricky’s whimpering only gets louder the faster Gyuvin gets.

“Please, Qubing,” Ricky’s hand moves off the mirror and tangles itself in Gyuvin’s hair. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Almost ready, I promise.” Gyuvin kisses the corner of Ricky’s mouth. “I got you, baby.”

The mixture of how gentle Gyuvin can be paired with the possessive streak makes Ricky’s heart skip a beat. Everything about Gyuvin is so perfect. His knees shake underneath him as he forces himself to be patient.

Gyuvin’s fingers carefully pull out of Ricky, bringing his palm up to Ricky’s lips. Ricky blinks a few times.

“What?”

Gyuvin’s expression darkened. Lust swirls in his eyes. “Spit.”

Ricky actually shakes at the demand. He does as he’s told, spitting into Gyuvin’s hand with all the saliva he’d built up and pooled in his mouth.

Gyuvin uses Ricky’s spit as lube as he strokes his cock, exhaling against Ricky’s neck.

“My god,” Ricky mutters.

Gyuvin lines up the head of his cock with Ricky’s hole. He takes a deep breath as he strokes himself. Ricky thinks his chest might explode as soon as he starts pushing in. He’s already panting, waiting, dreaming about what’s about to come next.

Despite being thoroughly used to this by now, the stretch always feels like the first time. Gyuvin’s the most thoughtful, caring lover he’s ever come across. He makes sure Ricky’s never in pain and fully prepared before they take anything further.

Gyuvin can’t help the fact that he’s just so big. As he pushes the head of his cock forward, Ricky feels the burn in his stomach pop. Gyuvin pauses to let Ricky adjust to the intrusion, panting hot against his ear.

Ricky practically wails out Gyuvin’s name, nails scratching along the mirror.

“Honey,” Gyuvin’s hand massages Ricky’s hip. “I got you.”

Ricky takes a deep breath. He tries to keep his breathing even as he relaxes into Gyuvin’s dick.

Gyuvin keeps whispering soft praises in his ear as he stands still.

“You can keep going,” Ricky finally says.

Ricky doesn’t have to ask Gyuvin to be gentle because he’s always gentle. Gyuvin treats him like the finest, most fragile porcelain even when Ricky pushes all his buttons and riles him up. For as rough as he can be, Gyuvin is ten times more sensitive and tender.

The slide just isn’t as seamless because instead of lube they’re using spit. A mixture of both of theirs together. Ricky’s stomach flips after thinking about it again.

Ricky whimpers as Gyuvin slowly pushes in inch by inch. His grip on Ricky’s hip tightens, jaw clenched tight as Ricky squeezes around him.

“Baby, Ricky,” Gyuvin kisses Ricky’s shoulder. “You gotta relax, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Gyuvin lets go of Ricky's hip, and places his hand over Ricky’s on top of the mirror. He continues to press soft, loving kisses against his neck and shoulder, patiently waiting for the green light.

“I know, you’re just—it’s too much.” Ricky exhales all the air from his lungs. It’s a good kind of too much, but he needs a few moments to catch his breath. “It’s your fault for having such a big dick.”

“But you love my big dick,” Gyuvin murmurs, lips against Ricky’s cheek. “I’m not moving until you’re ready, baby.”

The problem is, Ricky is more than ready. He’s been ready and while it’s hard to breathe, it’s not because of the stretch. No, it’s because Gyuvin is just too overpowering. His entire presence is making Ricky’s knees weak and Ricky isn’t sure this feeling is ever going to go away.

They could have had sex a million times by this point—which they are soon getting there—and Ricky would still be overwhelmed by all the emotion Gyuvin softly bleeds out of him.

Gyuvin is the perfect lover. He keeps having this thought thrust in and out of his mind whenever they spend time together like this. Whenever they’re alone or in front of a camera, Gyuvin’s consideration washes away any of the uncertainties that would come with a relationship such as theirs. Ricky doesn’t need to worry or be jealous.

Neither of them do, but they’ll put on the act because they both find it kind of hot. And, it’s fun. It adds to the game. It adds to the chase.

Ricky is just in love. He’s so in love, he can’t contain it.

“You can move, I’m okay.” Ricky replies, glancing at Gyuvin. “I promise, sweetheart.”

That’s all the reassurance Gyuvin needs, because soon after he kisses Ricky deeply and his hips start moving.

He pulls back before carefully pushing his hips forward, dragging his cock in and out of Ricky in a painfully slow manner. He spits more saliva down onto his cock before quickening his pace, holding onto Ricky’s hand as he groans.

Ricky moans through each thrust, shaking as Gyuvin pushes himself deeper and deeper. As he starts moving faster, his cock brushes against that sweet spot, causing Ricky to squirm and yelp.

The burning sensation that’s been building from the depth of his stomach slowly flows up his chest and through his throat. His cock aches between his legs, his sensitive cockhead brushing against the mirror with every thrust.

Gyuvin’s pace quickens to the usual speed, his left hand gripping onto Ricky’s waist. He’s practically drooling against Ricky’s ear.

Between thrusts, Gyuvin’s tongue licks a long stripe up Ricky’s neck. His lips stop right by his ear as he blows hot air with a loud exhale.

“Anybody could walk in.” Gyuvin grunts, voice low and husky. “Anyone could open that fucking door and see who owns you.”

Ricky’s eyes roll into the back of his head while his toes curl. With each movement, he can feel all his restraint slipping quicker and quicker. It makes him go crazy how quick they flip between sweet and rough. How quickly they can jump back into the game.

“You don’t own me,” Ricky chuckles with a blatant lie, glancing back at Gyuvin. “I own you.”

Gyuvin smirks wider, the shine in his eyes flickering with something akin to madness. He kisses Ricky’s cheek. “You’ll never need anyone else when you have me. Never forget that.”

He thrusts deeper, pushing his cock forward with all his strength. Ricky sees stars and practically screams, drooling against the mirror while Gyuvin repeatedly slams against that sweet spot.

Gyuvin’s hand squeezes Ricky’s face as he forces Ricky to look at him. The position is anything but comfortable, but Ricky can barely think straight to care.

“Tell me.” Gyuvin says. “Who owns you? Who fucks you so good you go cock-dumb? Who do you fantasize about every single fucking night?”

Ricky closes his eyes and doesn’t respond, trying to stop himself from coming. He needs this to last longer. Gyuvin rarely gets this possessive—this fired up—Ricky doesn’t ever want it to end.

“I said, tell me.” Gyuvin barks, slamming his hips upwards at an angle that makes Ricky’s lungs pop.

“You! All you—god—Qubing, you!” Ricky finally lets go, sobbing through his explosive climax as he babbles and whines. Cum splatters all over the mirror as Gyuvin continues his brutal pace. “You—xiǎo gǒu—baby—Qubing—”

Gyuvin comes fast soon after, holding Ricky up against the mirror as he fucks through his release. Ricky can feel each wave erupting through Gyuvin’s body as he fucks him full of his come.

Finally, Gyuvin takes Ricky’s lips in a loving, tender kiss. All the energy Ricky lost is immediately pushed back into him as they kiss. Gyuvin’s hand falls onto Ricky’s waist, holding onto him tight as he pulls away from the kiss.

They must stand there for only a mere few seconds looking at each other, but Ricky’s heart is beating so fast and so loud in his ears, it feels like hours.

Gyuvin pulls out carefully, running his hands along Ricky’s stomach. Ricky winces and shivers at the cold air as soon as Gyuvin steps away from him. He can barely hold himself up against the wall.

Usually, Gyuvin has a lot better bedside manners. Ricky turns his head to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Qubing, what the hell are you doing?”

Gyuvin’s standing behind him with his phone out and a dumb smile on his face.

“Making memories. For my scrapbook.”

Gyuvin snaps a picture of Ricky’s fucked-out hole, with his come still dripping down his thighs.

Ricky can’t afford to let Gyuvin know how fucking hot that is, but he can’t hide much of anything when it comes to him. He just clenches his fists and turns back to look at himself in the mirror.

He looks ruined. His hair is matted to his head and he’s still sweating despite the air conditioning blowing on his body.

Then, Gyuvin’s all over him again. His hands run up and down his legs as he wipes down Ricky’s thighs with a few tissues. He presses a soft kiss to the top of Ricky’s lower back, carefully pulling up his pants.

That’s more like it, Ricky thinks.

Gyuvin’s arms wrap around Ricky’s waist. He presses a kiss to the base of his neck. “Are you alright?”

Was it too much tonight? Did I hurt you?

That’s what he’s always asking whenever they do something so intense. Ricky couldn’t imagine ever sharing an act so private with someone else. He doesn’t think he’ll ever trust anybody as much as he trusts Gyuvin. He isn’t sure there’s another man on earth who is so caring and thoughtful.

Above all else, Gyuvin loves him. He cares about him in ways beyond his comprehension. Ricky never wants to lose that.

Ricky’s heart soars. “I’m okay, just tired.”

Gyuvin’s hand rubs circles on Ricky’s stomach. “Did I go too far?”

Ricky shifts his head back to catch Gyuvin’s lips in a tender kiss.

“No, I loved it. I lov—... I love you.” Ricky says in a quieter, more delicate tone.

Gyuvin’s worry instantly shifts to adoration. His lips spread wide, toothy smile on full display. He looks so, so happy. “I love you, too.”

It’s a simple declaration of something they both already know, but Ricky feels like it’s important. It’s a step towards something new for them that they haven’t said out loud before.

Ricky can tell he’s going to start saying it a lot more often now that the option to do so without making anything awkward is on the table.

He is very exhausted though. On top of dance practice, he just got his back blown out. He’s leaning on Gyuvin for support and he isn’t sure he’ll be able to make it home without falling asleep.

Gyuvin must realize that, though, because he keeps his arms wrapped around Ricky as they both walk out of the practice room.

“I got you, princess.” Gyuvin whispers in his ear while practically carrying him to the elevator downstairs.

After everything they just did, Ricky really has no reason to be shy or blush for god's sake.

He can’t help it despite trying, though.

When they’re standing in the elevator, Ricky closes his eyes and listens to the sounds of the metal moving. Gyuvin’s still holding onto him—still keeping him standing straight—and humming a melody of one of the songs he likes.

Ricky recognizes it immediately.

Strawberries & Cigarettes by Troye Sivan.

Gyuvin can be too cute sometimes. Cute and lovely in so many ways. Ricky doesn’t need reassurance that Gyuvin is as crazy about Ricky as he is about Gyuvin, but Ricky won’t lie and say he doesn’t like it when Gyuvin makes it so obvious. That’s what makes these moments—the softer, slower ones—so much more rewarding.

Ricky opens his eyes and looks over at Gyuvin.

“I really love you.” Ricky admits.

Gyuvin stops humming, head turning towards him. “I know. I love you, too.”

“I really, really do.” Ricky says, resting his head against Gyuvin’s shoulder. “I love you so much.”

Gyuvin’s hand tightens around Ricky’s waist. “Where’s this coming from?”

“I just wanted you to know. I wanted to say it outloud. I know that we used to say it a lot, but that was before we started fooling around. Now, it feels a little… heavier, don’t you think?”

Gyuvin shakes his head. “I don’t think it’s heavier. Maybe, more… intense? I don’t think negatively, though. It makes me feel… warmer. Lighter. Like, I love you more. I don’t know.”

Gyuvin’s always eloquent whenever he wants to speak his mind, so Ricky thinks that maybe he caught him off-guard by bringing this up now. It doesn’t matter, because Ricky’s touched by what he said regardless of how much sense it made.

“I can’t ignore it anymore, Qubing. When you told me you wanted to be exclusive, did you mean something else? Do you want more from this, too?”

Gyuvin chuckles, face warming up. “Ah, that? Well, I honestly just got jealous. All the hyungs love you and I guess I got worried that maybe… I don’t know. It’s stupid, right?”

“Very stupid.”

“But, of course I want more. I want everything, Rwick. I want the whole world to know how much I love you. I wish I didn’t have to hide it. I wish we didn’t have to, either.”

Ricky frowns at that. Gyuvin wants just as much out of him as Ricky does, but he doesn’t want to hide it. He doesn’t want to keep Ricky a secret. It makes Ricky’s heart hurt.

Ricky assumes he’s talking about the actual world, and not just the world within their group. He can only reassure him about the latter. Ricky’s well aware they can’t share themselves with anyone else while they stand in the spotlight. Not when they live the lives they do.

“We don’t have to necessarily hide it, if that’s what you’re worried about.” Ricky brings his hand to Gyuvin’s cheek. “I don’t mind anyone knowing. I mean, do you really think people are that stupid? I think it’s a little obvious our relationship isn’t strictly platonic.”

“It’s different. Having people think they know versus actually knowing. And I’ll sound crazy, but I can’t make up my mind. I want the whole world to know, but also… I want you all to myself. It makes me feel crazy.”

Ricky thinks that’s sweet. He also feels that Gyuvin thinks too much about it.

“I understand. I feel the same way.” Ricky smiles softly, rubbing his thumb over Gyuvin’s cheek. “I want you all to myself. Sometimes, I think I’m driving myself mad by how badly I want it. How badly I want you.”

“But, you have me.” Gyuvin murmurs, covering Ricky’s hand with his own. “You’ve always had me.”

“I know, but not in any way that’s defined. I was okay with letting us be whatever we wanted to be, but now I want to be something that we’re both aware of. Something we can agree on.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to be your boyfriend, Qubing.”

Gyuvin’s eyes widened. “What?”

Ricky narrows his eyes. “What? What do you mean, what?”

Gyuvin blinks a few times. “We weren’t already? You weren’t?”

Ricky’s stomach drops. “What the hell? Of course we weren’t. You never even asked me. You haven’t taken me out on dates and you don’t let me borrow your clothes. I have to steal them. We aren’t boyfriends.”

“Excuse me? I take you out for gopchang like, every week! And, you never ask. You steal them without asking. If you asked, I’d say yes. I really thought we were already dating. Or, at least in some kind of relationship. I told you I wanted to be exclusive! Is that not basically asking you out?”

Ricky wants to bang his head against the wall. Surely, there was no reason for his mind to over-complicate the last few months. Of course, Gyuvin had his own perception of things. Maybe next time, he should just ask before stressing out over it.

“You are annoying.” Ricky groans, pulling his hand down.

“What? I’m serious! I really thought so. We have sex like every day. You sleep in my bed more often than your own.”

“Sex doesn’t mean we’re boyfriends! And you never asked me. Explicitly, at least.”

They stand in silence as the elevator nears the bottom floor. Ricky taps his foot against the vinyl flooring.

When Gyuvin doesn’t answer right away, Ricky clears his throat. Gyuvin instantly speaks up.

“Do you want me to ask you?”

“Duh! Obviously!”

“Okay, do you want to be my boyfriend?”

Ricky’s eye twitches. “What is wrong with you?”

“What? I just did what you asked.”

“With no romance. No surprise. No build up. You just asked me out after coming inside me. That’s hardly what I’d call a beautiful start to a relationship.”

Gyuvin smirks. “Hey, that sounds pretty beautiful to me. That’s how babies are made.”

Ricky slaps his shoulder as his face heats up. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“I’ll be more romantic. I’ll take you out on more dates. Really, Rwicky. I promise. I’ll make it beautiful.”

Ricky wholeheartedly believes that. When Gyuvin says he’s going to do something, he does it. Gyuvin’s already a way better boyfriend than he could have ever imagined him being, and he didn’t even know they were dating yet.

“I’ll be the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.” Gyuvin presses a chaste kiss to his cheek as the elevator opens.

“I’ll believe it when I see it, xiǎo gǒu.”

Gyuvin’s hand stays glued to Ricky’s lower back as they walk.

“Speaking of, are you ever going to tell me what xiǎo gǒu means?”

Ricky hums. “Look it up.”

“I’ll just ask Hao hyung. I’m sure he’d love to explain—”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I won’t if you just tell me.”

“It means idiot.”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

“Annoying. Bothersome. Stupid.”

“Hey, now you’re definitely making shit up.”

“Next time, ask me when you’re balls deep mid thrust. Maybe then I’ll tell you.”

Gyuvin takes that as a challenge. With a sleazy smile, his hand slips down to Ricky’s ass and gives it a tight squeeze.

“Will do, princess.”