Archive of Our Own

Kim Gyuvin was sure that Matthew had stolen his hoodie.

His favorite big, grey hoodie that he’d just spent the past hour tearing up their dorms searching for. Realistically, it’d been around forty minutes, but that was basically an hour, which was basically his entire day. Either way, it was long enough for anybody to be absolutely sick of looking. And god, was Gyuvin feeling nauseous.

He’d thrown the hoodie in the dryer earlier that day, and when he’d gone back to get it out, it was the only thing missing. Nothing else had been touched, which meant that someone had deliberately stolen his hoodie.

And Gyuvin had a pretty solid guess as to who that someone was—though he’d pushed far back in his mind, back to the very last of the possible scenarios running through his head.

Because maybe it wasn’t him, maybe Gyuvin simply remembered wrong and had left the hoodie somewhere else. He really, really wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

But still…

It’s hard not to think back on how when he’d first bought it, Matthew had eyed it like a hawk. Complimented it, even said it was one of Gyuvin’s “best purchases.” At the time, Gyuvin had brushed it off with a little teasing and a thank you. But now, with the hoodie having just vanished into thin air, it was the only thing on his mind.

And so, after searching for an amount of time he’s sure is equivalent to that of crossing the country by foot, Gyuvin no longer had even just one doubt in his mind that the culprit was none other than Seok Matthew himself.

And of course it was Matthew— the man had a serious klepto problem when it came to his friends. Gyuvin’s phone charger, toothpaste, hell, Matthew would even steal his food right from the fridge sometimes. (Even if Gyuvin had been the one to steal Matthew’s food first.) Gyuvin never really minded, though, if he’s honest. He found it rather endearing, actually. His little thieving hyung.

But this, this was different. This was an act of pure malice and treachery. Gyuvin loved that hoodie, he had even planned a whole outfit around it specifically for today, and Matthew had just waltzed on in and ruined his little idea.

Which is exactly why he now finds himself right in front of Matthew’s door, not caring to knock as he pushes it open, ready to give him an earful. It only takes a quick glance over for him to pause in his tracks.

The room was empty, no Matthew in sight.

Gyuvin slumps his shoulders in defeat. He really wanted to scold and tease his hyung. Like, right now.

But he guesses it’s not so bad, because this just gives him the perfect excuse to snoop around the room for his hoodie. Maybe he’ll even find a few other missing items of his, who knows? 

Gyuvin figures it might be best to start with Matthew’s closet, making his way over to the neat and tidy space. Matthew always liked to keep things in order, a quality Gyuvin really admires him for. 

It’s also something he could really benefit from learning a thing or two from. He’s been getting kind of tired of Hanbin‘s constant nagging about the state of his messy floor.

Breathing a heavy sigh out, Gyuvin puts his hands on his hips, taking in just how much stuff is crammed inside the small space. His hyung really owns a lot of clothes. He’s not really sure how he’s able to keep it looking so pristine with how much there is. It’s good for Matthew that he’s not a chronic outfit repeater, but not great for Gyuvin as he has to sift through everything while looking for just one little hoodie.

Why would Matthew even need anything of his when he already has so much? 

Greedy ass man, Gyuvin thinks offhandedly. He sighs once more, just for the drama's sake, and then begins skimming through the clothes hung up at the top, briefly pausing when something catches his eye. Some of the pieces are ones he's never seen Matthew wear before, and some definitely belong to another member. He stumbled upon Hanbin’s missing zip-up jacket not even a minute ago, and Hao’s favorite beanie was resting obviously on top of a drawer at the bottom.

While not what he’s looking for, it’s certainly a promising start— for sure he’ll find his hoodie here!

Gyuvin groans, slumping down to the floor below him in utter defeat.  

He’s reached the very end of the clothing rack, gone through four bins of laundry, even checked the dirty hamper off to the side of the closet, and still hasn’t found his hoodie.

All that’s left to search is a single bin, and Gyuvin thinks that if it's not in there, then he might really lose his mind.

He reaches down, pulls the container toward him, and starts sifting through the folded— 

…

Wait.

He yanks his hands back with a sharp, quick movement, eyes glued to the piece of fabric staring back at him.

A pair of Calvin Klein boxers. Seemingly basic and common enough—but the small, familiar fraying in one section gave it away.

They’re his boxers.

Immediately, Gyuvin snatches the pair out from the container and stuffs it into his pocket. 

This fucking weirdo, he really can’t help but think. Stealing my underwear of all things.

Well… maybe it’s not that weird. Living with eight other guys means that clothes are bound to get mixed up. That includes underwear, too. It’s not like Gyuvin cared that much, anyway, so Matthew’s off the hook for that. 

Even if his face is burning in a red-hot embarrassment, and even if his heart is beating a little faster than before.

Really. He doesn’t care.

He eventually backtracks and rummages through a few other drawers, just on the off chance that he’d managed to miss something. All it really leads to is more disappointment in himself.

Oh, how he wished he had put some kind of tracker on it, or something.

Many minutes of fruitless snooping later, Gyuvin thinks it might be time to finally admit that his hoodie is not in the closet, and that any more searching there would most certainly prove to be a waste of energy and of time that he doesn’t have.

At least he found his underwear, though.

While a bit demotivated, Gyuvin still has a little hope left in the small travel bag Matthew hasn’t really unpacked.

The bag sits next to Matthew’s bed, wide open and with a few things spilling out of it. Gyuvin shuffles over to it, his hands stilling in his lap. He lets himself zoom out for a second.

Was he being a little too invasive?

He’s caught Matthew snooping around in his own room before, so it’s not like Matthew could have much room to get on Gyuvin’s ass for it. But he still feels a bit bad when he ignores the little voice in his head telling him to stop as he starts pulling some of the contents out, and then feels even worse when he realizes, rather quickly at that, that his hoodie is not in there. 

Basically, he’s wasted the past hour and a half poking around Matthew’s room for something that was clearly never even in there.

Gyuvin groans in frustration, laying back and sprawling out against the floor.

Why did Matthew have to take his hoodie in the first place? And why’d he have to hide it so well, too? And it’s not like Gyuvin’s bad at finding things, really! Matthew is just… a tactical thief.

He lies there in the middle of the room, eyes fixed up at the ceiling as he brainstorms for an idea, any idea as to where on earth his tiny hyung put that hoodie.

Aha! A little lightbulb goes off in his brain. Could Matthew be wearing it? 

If Matthew’s not here, then he must’ve gone along with the others to shop earlier, with just himself staying behind to rest. He hadn’t seen them leave, so… could Matthew have had it on him then?

It’s a good theory. It would explain why he couldn’t find the hoodie literally anywhere, despite his impeccable detective skills, but it would also mean that all his hard work here was for nothing. The time he put into his search, the cramping in his hands from moving so much around, his poor back aching from bending over so much– all for nothing at all! 

He rolls his head to the side, frowning and with his lips in a pout. With this view, Gyuvin can see under the sliver of space between Matthew’s comforter and the floor, and his brows raise in interest as a small box dashed under the dark space of the bed catches his eye.

He blinks.

Then, he’s reaching for it, long arms coming in handy as he pulls it towards himself with ease.

When it’s right in front of him, he makes note of the bright yellow sticky note stuck square on the lid, black sharpie ink scrawled across it. 

It was clear and direct. Certainly nothing subtle or vague about it at all.

And it should be enough to deter any normal person from the box, but Gyuvin might just be the furthest thing from normal. 

He really can’t help his curiosity. What if… What if it’s not his personal belongings, but other peoples? Matthew’s proven himself to steal from the members on more than one occasion, maybe he’s taken other things and hid them in here! What if the note is just to throw them off and keep them from rediscovering their stuff? What if his hoodie’s in there? 

And even if it’s not there, then this was only some revenge. Matthew had taken something personal from him, so what’s so bad about just a little snooping? 

It’s totally fine, right?

He’s only opening it because of his hoodie, that’s all. Nothing else.

Even if the box was way too small to realistically hold it. 

Even if it sounded nothing like fabric inside when he shook it around.

His shaking hands reach the sides of the lid, anticipation and adrenaline filling his senses as he slides it off—

His jaw goes slack.

The very first thing he sees is a dildo. Average sized, white and bland. Nothing too special about it. Except for the fact that it was a fucking dildo. Right next to it is a vibrator. No— two vibrators. Both the same kind, but different colors. Red and black. Lube, condoms, everything was in there. There was even a chastity cage, bright and pink, demanding his attention. 

Gyuvin could not tear his eyes away.

There was even a remote, which he assumed was for one of the vibrators or something like that, but upon a second glance at the space under Matthew’s bed, he realizes with an alarmingly red face that it most likely was to a fuck machine nestled back in the corner, behind where the box previously was.

He swallows hard, blinking once, twice to try to ground himself.

He can only see the items at the top of the box, his thoughts running wild with whatever could be under it. More dildos? Definitely, Matthew wouldn’t have just one. He probably has more vibrators too. Would he have a sleeve? Or maybe a ring? 

He takes it all in with a buzz beginning to burn through his veins. All he could do was sit there and imagine. Imagine his hyung riding a dildo, imagine him coming from one of the two vibrators— or both, imagine him locking himself away with that cage, restricting himself. 

Imagine him under Gyuvin, whining and crying out as he’s fucked into over and over—

He hears a creak behind him.

“Wha– Gyuvin! Oh my god, don’t look in there!”

Gyuvin’s bones nearly jump out from his skin.

“H–hyung!” Gyuvin yelps, flinching back, the box nearly falling out of his hands. He hadn’t heard the door open. When did Matthew even get home?  “I– uh…”

Too late. It was way, way too late to pretend he hadn’t already looked inside.

Still, he scrambles to shove the lid back on, hands fumbling like he can just erase what’s happened, erase what he’s done.

He looks between Matthew and the box in his hands, his eyes wide and his heart pounding in his chest. It’s so strong, he can feel it beat in his ears.

Matthew stands frozen in the doorway, pale and stiff, eyes locked onto the box as if it might explode. He looks like he desperately wants the floor below him to swallow him whole.

This was one of his closest friends, and yet the tension hanging in the air between them made Gyuvin not even want to look Matthew’s way. 

Gyuvin might also want the floor to swallow him whole.

It was quiet, way too fucking quiet. He could hear his heartbeat only getting louder every second, almost enough to drown out the pitiful thoughts in his head.

What the hell was he thinking, going through Matthew’s stuff like that?

It was rude. Out of line. Disrespectful, even. And that’s not even mentioning the disastrous thoughts he had surrounding Matthew not even a minute ago. Like, twenty seconds ago, to be exact.

“You saw it? All of it…?” Matthew speaks up timidly, breaking the silence.

Gyuvin gulps, shrugging his shoulders, then flashes him a nervous smile. “...Maybe?” 

Matthew groans loud and flops face-down onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow. “So embarrassing…” 

His voice is muffled, but Gyuvin hears him loud and clear. It sort of feels like all his senses are heightened to max.

“Gyuvin, please pretend you never found that. For the both of us.”

Gyuvin… did not want that. He knows how horrifying it must be for Matthew to have found his best friend and co-worker staring at his hidden collection of sex toys, but pretending like it never happened? That’s just not going to work.

It’s not like it was a bad thing, anyway, Gyuvin masturbates too!

And besides—he literally won’t be able to forget. He’ll look at Matthew and see that box. He’ll see that vision of Matthew in the pink chastity cage, a vibrator nestled deep inside of him, see him tied up and squirming as a fuck machine plows into him relentlessly. 

His face was burning hot just thinking about it. At the realization that the blood was starting to pool elsewhere, he shakes his head, trying, and failing, to stamp out the images.

This is his friend. One of his closest friends. They aren’t dating, nor have they ever done anything like that together. It’s not right to think of Matthew in such a way.

Gyuvin doesn’t think he’s being a great friend.

But even then, he still doesn’t back down. He almost feels like he’s on auto-pilot.

“Well… I don’t really mind knowing, hyung. It’s normal for people to have this stuff, right?” Gyuvin tries to argue. With the way that Matthew raises his head and looks at him like he’s crazy, he thinks he might already be losing the argument.

“But I care, Gyuvin! That’s so embarrassing, you don’t— you just—!” 

Matthew lets his head drop down again with a dramatic groan, rolling onto his back and shoving a pillow into his face. The loud, yet muffled scream that follows barely even fazes Gyuvin.

He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to help Matthew with this at all. He just sits there pathetically, eyes downcast as he thinks of a million different outcomes from this whole situation. 

He grows even redder than before when his mind occasionally (and unwillingly!) throws in a picture of Matthew playing with himself in his head.

Matthew groans again. “That was hidden for a reason, Gyuvin! I mean, can you not read?! Oh my god, how am I supposed to move on from this?”

Gyuvin bites his lip, and feels another pang of guilt hit his chest. He suddenly feels the need to defend himself.

“I was just looking for my hoodie, hyung! I didn’t mean to find…all of this.” he says quickly, gesturing to the box with a small head tilt.

Matthew pulls the pillow off his face and picks his head up to look at him. 

“Well I— Why are you even holding it still?!”

Gyuvin’s head snaps down to his hands and, sure enough, they’re still wrapped around that damn box of every kind of sex toy he’s ever seen. 

“Oh…” he says dumbly. He’s really not doing much to help his case, nor is he sparing Matthew any more embarrassment. In fact, he’s really just increasing it.

But he still doesn’t want to let go of the box, for some sick and twisted reason. He really, really doesn’t want to let go. And if it has anything at all to do with the way it covers his crotch and hides a certain growing problem, then Gyuvin would never admit it.

“At least move it out of your lap!”

He does so immediately, shifting the box aside. Anything to make his hyung more comfortable. He just hopes he doesn’t look too closely at him.

“Just—forget about this, okay? Please.” Matthew lets his head drop back down again, hands coming up to cover his face.

Gyuvin hasn’t raised his head, hasn’t stopped looking down at the box. It should be concerning how it almost hypnotizes him, wills him to not look away. It’s like he can see everything inside, even through the box separating them.

A thought plants itself in his head, and his pants suddenly feel a whole lot tighter than before.

He ends up losing control over his mouth, as if something had overtaken his body. The words stumble out before he can regain control, before he can realize the hole he’s about to dig himself in.

“Does it… Feel good?”

Silence. 

A high-pitched ringing fills his ears. Gyuvin swallows hard, daring to lift his eyes and meet Matthew’s unreadable gaze.

His heart slams in his chest. He feels naked.

“…What?” 

That is the flattest tone Gyuvin has ever heard from Matthew before. It lands harshly, cutting clean through the tension like a knife. He feels panic bubbling up in his chest at how unusually cold it is.

It really does not bode well for Gyuvin.

Still, he keeps pushing. “I mean—! Like, I’m just curious. It feels good, right? To fuck yourself on a dildo?”

“Oh my god, Gyuvin!” 

Gyuvin has never felt so fucking insane before.

“It does, doesn’t it? How often do you do it, Hyung? Every day? Wait—no, that wouldn’t work with the schedule. Every other day, then?”

He can’t stop, not now. The words tumble out from his mouth faster than his brain can keep up, mind delving deeper and deeper into perverted visions and unfiltered questions that he should not be asking.

“Gyuvin, I–”

“Where do you get the time, hyung? Is that why your showers have been so long lately?”

It would make sense, Matthew had been taking very long showers lately. A bit out of character for him, too. He used to be in and out of the shower in ten, fifteen minutes—now it's at least thirty. He even spent an hour in there recently. Really quite the difference.

“Gyuvin…”

“And what's with that chastity cage? I never imagined you’d be interested in anything like that, hyu—”

“Gyuvin! Can you shut up!?” 

Matthew’s voice cracks loudly through the room, loud and unforgiving in the way it makes Gyuvin jump back. A deep blush paints Matthew’s face, crawling all the way up to the tips of his ears. “I swear, you just—! You don’t know when to stop…”

If Gyuvin didn’t know Matthew as well as he does, he’d think the man was actually angry. 

But even though he does know Matthew…he’s still a little worried. Maybe he's crossed a line. 

Maybe he should have never cared so much about finding that stupid hoodie in the first place. 

But when Matthew stands up, Gyuvin‘s eyes immediately trail down to the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.

Matthew is hard. Gyuvin had made Matthew hard. 

He should be embarrassed at how his mouth waters at the realization.

He flicks his eyes back up to Matthew’s face, then back down again to his bulge. “Is this…Do you really want that? For me to stop?” He needs clarification, needs to know whether or not he’s allowed to continue.

Matthew doesn’t answer him right away. He just walks his way over, slow, careful, his gaze never once leaving Gyuvin’s. When he kneels down in front of him, one hand pushing the box off to the side, Gyuvin releases a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding.

Matthew’s eyes lower to the box, as if he’s lost the previous confidence he held mere seconds ago. “If… If I said no, what would you do next?”

“Whatever you want,” Gyuvin is quick to say. “I’d give you whatever you want, hyung.”

Matthew lets a small, shaky laugh out, nudging himself ever so closer to Gyuvin. “Then don’t stop.” 

His arms wrap around Gyuvin’s neck, ears a deep shade of crimson. Gyuvin probably looks worse. 

“Keep talking, please.”

And for a moment, Gyuvin… forgets.

He stares, frozen in place. He thinks of nothing, can’t remember how to move right.

But when Matthew’s expression slightly shifts, when he starts to worry and pull back, the panic is immediate. One second, he’s still and unable to move, the next—his hands are surging forward, desperately, instinctually clawing at Matthew’s arms to get him to stay.

“Hyung,” he rasps, breathless and thoughtless in his needy state. He presses their foreheads together, gaze dropping to Matthew’s lips.

Like this, they’re so close. Gyuvin can feel Matthew’s breath against his face, can see the fine texture of Matthew’s skin. If he looked back up, he’s sure he could even count the individual hairs of Matthew's lashes.

“I…Can you—” Gyuvin’s voice trembles. Even through the sureness of their actions and words, a part of him still doubts it all. Matthew really wanted him? The concept just seemed so distant to Gyuvin, like he’d just had an impossible wish granted. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, Gyuvin,” Matthew whispers, eyes now half-lidded and voice wrought with need. “Please.”

It makes Gyuvin want to take all of him, to just keep taking and taking and never once stop. He can’t stand another moment without his hands crawling all over Matthew, can't stand another moment where his lips aren’t meeting soft and plush ones.

So he cups Matthew’s cheeks and leans forward, their lips pressing together in a slow, delicate kiss. 

It feels like his first all over again, like he’s some dumb kid who managed to score the most beautiful date. Butterflies soar wildly in his stomach, fluttering their way up and around his heart in a tight hug, squeezing him of all the love he has to give. He’s unable to fight back the way he smiles into their kiss.

Gyuvin thinks Matthew might be an angel sent to earth. His angel.

His hand slides into Matthew’s hair, fingers threading through soft locks. The other trails from his cheek to his shoulder, fidgeting with the material of Matthew’s shirt restlessly like he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. 

Matthew, far more composed than Gyuvin, takes the lead. He gently guides Gyuvin up from the floor, walking them back until they fall on the mattress together. He wraps his legs around Gyuvin’s waist, drawing him closer.

Gyuvin’s body reacts before he thinks, hips coming down and grinding against Matthew’s. He slips his hands under Matthew’s shirt, fingertips wandering across the warmth of his skin. He pushes the shirt up, scrunching it up above Matthew’s chest.

Sliding his palms against the sensitive skin of Matthew’s waist, he smiles at the meek whimper it draws from his lips. It’s a sound Gyuvin doesn’t want to forget any time soon, one he thinks will replay in his head over and over again on lonely nights. 

“Hyung’s so pretty…” he whispers, pulling just inches away. Gyuvin’s blown-out pupils scan every inch of Matthew’s body, making Matthew flush and turn his head, half-heartedly trying to hide behind his hands.

But Gyuvin will have none of that, and immediately pulls Matthew’s hands away, gently pinning them on either side of his head.

“Gyu…” Matthew whines out, 

“You’re cute, hyung. I wanna see you,” Gyuvin giggles, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand. “Don’t hide.”

Matthew scoffs, rolling his eyes. “You see me all the time, you big baby.” 

“I am not a big baby. That’s Gunwook’s thing,” Gyuvin protests, letting one hand go to poke at Matthew’s cheek. “And yeah, sure, I see you all the time, but never like this.”

Matthew reaches up, scratching behind Gyuvin’s ear. Said boy melts—literally melts into the touch.

“Agh— Gyu, not so much weight—!”

“Let me savor it, hyung.” Gyuvin’s voice is small, laced and dripping in pure love and admiration.

Matthew doesn’t speak, instead opting to stare at Gyuvin’s face with a little smile. The kind of smile that makes Gyuvin feel like he’s the only other boy in the world, a smile that has him leaning down to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

He shrugs off his shirt, tossing it aside somewhere. His fingers tug on Matthew’s own shirt, urging him to take his off as well. 

When they’re stripped bare, the sole exception being their boxers, Gyuvin’s already attached himself to Matthew’s skin, sucking a trail of hickeys along the underside of his jaw. 

Something they’ll probably get yelled at for later, but Matthew still tilts his head for easier access, groaning and gasping as Gyuvin makes his way down his neck. Though Gyuvin can’t see his face, he at least knows that Matthew sounds divine.

Matthew’s fingers dig in Gyuvin’s hair when he nips at the thin, sensitive skin between his collarbones. “Gyuvin, fuck…”

He pulls back to admire the work he’s done, licking his lips as Matthew pants in his arms. His dick twitches in his boxers when he sees how disheveled his hyung is, lips swollen with tears brimming in the corners of his eyes, bright pink ears, and a small dribble of spit threatening to spill out from his mouth.

Huh. Funny how this all started just because he couldn’t keep his nose out from where it didn’t belong.

Wait…

“Matthew,” he says suddenly, a brilliant idea having nestled its way into his horny little head.

“Huh?”

“Those toys… Hyung, you’d look so pretty playing with them,” Gyuvin trails a finger down Matthew’s chest, letting his brain run wild. “We should use them.”

“We— we should?” 

“Well, why wouldn’t we? They’re the reason we’re here in the first place, anyway. Just imagine it, hyung—” His voice drops, lips hovering just above Matthew’s. “You, writhing underneath me with a vibrator on your dick and a toy deep inside you…” 

Gyuvin delights in the shiver that runs down Matthew’s spine. 

“I want to see you like that, hyung. Would you give me that privilege?”

Matthew answers by grabbing him by the nape and yanking him down into a messy, far from graceful kiss. Their teeth knock together, with their lips bitten into a swollen, chapped mess. Gyuvin doesn’t even care, can only focus on the need that boils through his veins.

He slides a hand down, slipping fingers past the band of Matthew’s underwear and wrapping them gently around the head of his cock. It pulls a low moan from Matthew’s lips, which in turn, pulls a smile from Gyuvin’s.

He just-barely pumps his hand once, then twice, before letting go altogether to reach down for the box on the floor. 

He takes the lid back off, tossing it somewhere behind him and then proceeds to dump all the contents out onto the sheets, eyes widening at what he sees.

“Hey—! It would’ve been a lot easier to just, you know. Keep them in the box.” Matthew scolds, snatching the now empty bin from Gyuvin.

“Well, I wanted to see them all laid out,” Gyuvin defends, already reaching down to sort through the pile.

There’s a lot. Four vibrators, five dildos, two butt-plugs, multiple kinds of lube, packs of condoms, and a few random remotes he’s afraid to press. Of course—he can’t forget the chastity cage.

Oh, and a sleeve. He knew Matthew would have one.

“…You’re such a whore, hyung,” he really can't help but say, still trying to find anything he’d missed in his once-over of it all.

“Yah, Kim Gyuvin!” Matthew smacks his arm and hides his face in his knees, obviously embarrassed.

“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” Gyuvin clarifies, laughing at the scene before him. “Hell, I’d call myself a whore too. I just… This is so—“

“Yeah, I know. It’s a lot. More than I need, that's for sure.” Matthew peeks back up at Gyuvin through his fingers, then sighs heavily. “I just— I’ve just been so worked up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Gyuvin reaches a hand out to rest on Matthew’s knee. “Well, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing wrong with you. Regardless, you have me to fulfill your needs from now on.”

“…Really? It's kinda, you know. A lot. Or at least, I do it whenever I can.”

“Hey, I’m horny all the time, too. These schedules barely let me get a hand on my dick.” Gyuvin reassures him, smile growing as he remembers something he’d thought about before. “Actually, while we’re on the topic… do you, like, get off while we’re out working?”

Matthew grins sheepishly.

“Uh, well, you know how I sometimes go to the bathroom and don’t let anyone follow me?”

Gyuvin’s eyes go wide in disbelief. “Oh, you really are nasty, hyung. I thought you just needed to take a shit.”

“It’s so embarrassing! Makes me sound like some gooned-out loser.” Matthew is back to trying to cover his face with his hands, which Gyuvin swiftly interrupts.

“You're not a loser, hyung. We work literally all the time, and we have a lot of fully booked days. No one can blame you for needing to get some steam off.”

“I mean, I guess. It’s still embarrassing, though.”

“Well, I don’t think so. I think it’s cute.”

Matthew scoffs. “Cute?” 

Gyuvin shrugs, his hands hovering over the pile, not sure what to pick and what to leave behind.

Matthew picks up on it, brushing the previous comment off. “Wanna know my favorites?”

“Oh, yes please.”

Matthew smirks and sits up, rummaging through the mess while Gyuvin watches attentively. He picks the sleeve up first, mumbling something about it being “always nice to have something to fuck into.” Then, he grabs two of the dildos, one pink and one beige, holding them in front of Gyuvin like it’s some prize catch. 

“These feel really good.” Matthew explains, running his finger along the length of the beige one. “Oh, and when I use this toy,” he reaches out to grab one of the smaller vibrators in the batch, setting the dildos down in front of Gyuvin. “It’s just— like, mind blowing orgasms. Every single time.”

“Really?”

“Mhm!” Matthew hums.

Gyuvin beams, lifting the two dildos up from where they lay in front of him, “Then let’s use them.”

Matthew gawks. “All of them?”

“Yeah! Is something wrong with that?”

“Well, no. It’s just— a lot. You might get me coming multiple times in a row.”

Gyuvin grins, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Who said I’d let you come?”

“Wha— Oh my god,” Matthew gasps, his eyes widening in faux fear. He pouts, and all Gyuvin wants to do is squish his cheeks. “Please don’t be too mean to me, Gyuvinnie.”

“I won’t,” he promises, pulling Matthew closer. His hyung melts a little into the touch, resting his cheek against Gyuvin’s.

Gyuvin picks up the pink chastity cage, dangling it in front of both their faces. “Uh, would you wanna use this, too? I’m kinda interested.”

“Mm, Maybe not tonight? We can try it out later, though. It’s pretty fun, but it’s also a little…uncomfortable?” Matthew shrugs, not exactly sure how to word it. Gyuvin simply nods, and places it back down. “I don’t know, I’ve only used it once before.”

Gyuvin shifts his attention back to the pile of toys in front of him, silently picking out his favorites from the bunch. “Any particular lube you want?”

Matthew leans back on his arms. “No, you can pick. They’re all fine.” 

“Okay, edible lube it is.” 

Matthew scoffs a laugh out. “Not that tasty.”

“You’ve tried it?”

“Yeah, duh, I’ve tried it. I was practicing with— uh, you know. The toy. In my mouth.”

Gyuvin shoots him a look. “Deepthroating?”

“No! Well yes, but— oh, whatever.”

Gyuvin smiles to himself a bit, but pushes no further on that topic. He should probably spare Matthew at least a little dignity today.

Gyuvin coats his fingers in a generous amount of orange-flavored lube (which—by the way, really wasn’t that tasty), and rubs a single digit in slow circles around Matthew’s entrance.

“Ready?”

Matthew nods, graciously spreading his legs a bit further apart and allowing Gyuvin more room.

“Let me know if it hurts.”

The initial push isn’t met with much resistance. Gyuvin can tell Matthew’s trying his hardest to keep his body relaxed, but he should still probably be careful about this.

Take it slow, he reminds himself. 

He mainly keeps his focus on pleasure rather than actual prep, though he supposes they go hand-in-hand, anyway. He moves his finger in a gentle push-and-pull motion, one that has Matthew’s breath catching in his throat. 

Matthew shifts in his spot, a low moan accompanying the movement. “Another finger, please?”

It’s so quiet, Gyuvin almost doesn’t catch it at first. But he does—and his eyes crinkle up as he smiles, pulling out and reaching for more lube.

“Of course, hyung.”

He brings his hand back to Matthew, pushing in two fingers this time. There’s a bit more resistance, and honestly, Gyuvin thinks Matthew might be rushing himself a little.

He pauses, eyes flicking up to study Matthew’s face. “You okay?”

Matthew only nods, but Gyuvin wants a bit more than that.

“Words, Mashu.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” Matthew stutters, hand reaching out to interlock with Gyuvin’s. Something in his eyes tells Gyuvin that it’s not a lie, much to his relief. ”Keep moving.”

Gyuvin eases his two fingers back in, curling them just enough to draw a sigh from Matthew’s lips. He doesn’t miss the little stutter in his breath, and he especially doesn’t miss the slight twitch of his cock.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Gyuvin gently squeezes Matthew’s hand. “You’re doing great.”

“Your—ah, your fingers are so much longer than mine,” Matthew moans out, only sending heaps of pride straight through Gyuvin’s chest. “Your dick is probably the same.”

Gyuvin giggles, flushed and glowing under Matthew’s praise. “You think so?”

“I’ve seen your bulge, Gyu. Shit is massive—has to be.”

As crude as the sentence was, Matthew wasn’t exactly wrong. Honestly, his size was more of a problem than anything else. 

Gyuvin had his own sex toy collection— a whopping singular sleeve and a small bottle of lube. When he’d ordered the toy online, it was an entirely impulsive action, and he hadn’t stopped to check the length of it in the description. And so, when it arrived, he was rather disappointed in himself for accidentally buying the smallest size available (which wasn’t even that small in the first place). It leaves a good inch-and-a-half uncovered, and Gyuvin honestly worries about his tip ripping the top open sometimes.

Hopefully Matthew would be prepared enough to take him before Gyuvin dies of neglecting himself.

“Well, you can find that out later,” he grins, fingers still working him open. “How long has it been since you stuck one of those dildos up your ass?”

Matthew looks at him funny. “Is that supposed to turn me on, or something? You’re terrible at dirty talk.”

“No! You’re moaning, and that means that it’s pretty not terrible.” Gyuvin waves Matthew off like he’s being silly, smiling as bright as the sun. ”Just answer the question, hyung.”

“It’s been a few days. I think—like, three? Two?”

“Oh, good. Not that long ago,” Gyuvin takes notice that the slide is significantly smoother now, and beams up at him. “Well, you seem pretty relaxed now. Think you’re okay if I put a plug in?”

“Yeah, ‘ts fine.” Matthew speaks through a yawn, leaving Gyuvin a bit confused and having to ask Matthew to repeat himself.

Matthew, to Gyuvin, was entirely all too endearing in everything he did. “You sleepy, hyung?”

“A little,” Matthew stretches lazily. “I was gonna take a nice nap after getting home, but then I caught some perv going through my shit.” 

There’s no bite to it—just a tired fondness. And thank god for that, really. 

“Yah, I was on a quest, hyung!” Gyuvin insists. “Super, super important.”

Matthew breaks out in a fit of hushed giggles, tilting his head at Gyuvin. “A quest?”

“Just looking for something I thought might be in here,” Gyuvin says, motioning for Matthew to turn over. He smooths both hands down the back of Matthew’s thighs once the man was settled, face-down in the pillows. “Guess we both got a little distracted, huh?”

Gyuvin can’t see his face like this, but he knows Matthew is smiling.

Gyuvin presses kisses along Matthew’s back as he slowly eases in one of the plugs. “It doesn’t hurt, right?”

“No,” Matthew confirms, pausing a beat before adding, “you know a lot about this.”

Gyuvin lands a kiss right over Matthew’s shoulder tattoo, then rests his forehead lightly against the patch of ink.

“I like to be well-prepared. Never know what’s gonna happen in the future,” he explains. “Like, I would’ve never guessed I’d be fucking Seok Matthew on some Friday night.”

Matthew raises an eyebrow. “It’s Saturday, Gyuvin.”

“Oh. Well, you know. Same thing.”

Between them, a comfortable silence rises. It’s not entirely quiet, not when Matthew sucks in the occasional breath whenever Gyuvin presses the plug further in, and not when Gyuvin whispers out a quiet, “Hyung is so good,” like he can’t help himself.

Matthew looks back at him, then lifts an arm from where it’d been resting by his side and gently holds Gyuvin’s wrist. “But really, Kim Gyuvin,” he says, low and curious. “how do you know what you’re doing?”

“Well, I don’t. Not really, at least.” Gyuvin offers a sheepish grin. ”Just got curious one night and read up on how to do everything as a man with a man. But—” his eyes trace the little furrow in Matthew’s brow, the sweat that coats his face and body in a soft, warm glow, the small twitches of Matthew’s limbs whenever something feels good—“You seem to be liking it, so I’d say I’m doing a pretty good job.”

“Hell yeah, you are.” Matthew mutters, turning his face back and resting it against the pillow so it muffles his words. “How many people have you been with before?”

“Just one. A girl in my chemistry class.” Gyuvin speaks so casually, as if it wasn’t that important to him. As if he wasn’t laying himself bare to Matthew, exposing all of his own identity and more. “She was nice, but it wasn’t really great sex. I couldn’t come, actually, which was really embarrassing, but now I think that’s just cause, well, I’m gay.”

“You sure it’s not that you’re bad at sex?”

“Yah!” Gyuvin lands a smack right on Matthew’s ass, the red and irritated imprint of his hand quickly blemishing the skin. “I am amazing at sex, just you wait ’till I get my dick in you, hyung.”

“Mhm. I’ve been waiting.”

Suddenly feeling a lot kinder, Gyuvin soothes over the red mark with his hand. “Wait a little longer, will you? You’re still a bit tense,” he whispers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

As the words leave his mouth, Gyuvin finds himself hit with the revelation of a lifetime. A massage. Genius and romantic. Call him the next Casanova, if you will.

“Here—let me massage you a little, hyung!” Gyuvin blurts out, adjusting Matthew’s position so that he’s just a bit lower than before, arms tucked underneath the pillow and head turned to the side so he can still glance back.

Gyuvin knows that as of late, Matthew’s been dealing with some aches and pains in his back, which isn’t anything new, per se— as dancers, chronic pain was just something they had to learn to live with. It’s the amount of breaks Matthew‘s been taking during dance practice recently that has him more concerned now than anything.

He sets his knuckles down along the sides of Matthew’s upper back, kneading and prodding at the skin and muscles beneath. Almost immediately, Gyuvin can see the tension gradually ease out from Matthew’s body, a soft sigh of relief slipping from his lips.

It’s the kind of sound that makes him feel warm and fuzzy at the sides, giddy with excitement bubbling up at being good for Matthew, making him feel good. 

It’s not necessarily hard for Gyuvin to find the particularly sore spots, pressing a gentle kiss to Matthew’s messy hair every time he feels him tense or hears a wince. Eventually, he gets him to the point where every touch earns Gyuvin nothing but a soft, pleasured groan. 

Certainly not helping his painfully hard dick. Like, not at all.

He’s been holding himself back from rutting into Matthew’s ass, but god, how heavenly that would feel.

He flips Matthew over on his back to focus on his pecs, trying his hardest to stay focused on the massage and to not drool over Matthew’s defined chest.

“Might go soft if you don't get a move on, Gyu.” Matthew finally speaks up, voice caught between a whisper and a groan.

It almost kills Gyuvin with how much relief washes over him. He’s not sure he can wait so long next time, so maybe they should have it a little more planned out then. “Sorry, hyung. But you’re probably relaxed enough now, yeah?

“Mhm.”

“Oh, great. So great.” Gyuvin’s body might be vibrating in excitement. “Hyung, I’m about to die. I need you on my dick, like, yesterday.”

Matthew pushes himself up with his elbows and turns his head to face Gyuvin. “Yeah, I’m sure. I could feel your dick on my ass, you were throbbing the whole time.” 

He reaches out to Gyuvin’s boxers, fingers dipping in the waistband and slowly tugging them downwards.

Gyuvin reels in the way Matthew’s jaw goes slack as his dick shows, a small, utterly shocked gasp falling from his mouth. He looks almost as if he’d just seen a ghost.

Matthew pulls his body away from Gyuvin, hand raising to cover his mouth. “Oh my god, Gyu. You’re fucking hung.”

“I know, right?” Gyuvin grins down at Matthew, who in turn scoffs, and lightly smacks him on the chest. “Couldn’t you tell from the bulge?”

“I mean, I knew it was big. It’s just— kind of jarring to see in its, uh, full glory.” Matthew mumbles, returning to his previous position.

Gyuvin scrunches his nose at that. “Ew, hyung. ‘Full glory’? And you say I’m bad at dirty talk.”

They maneuver around until Gyuvin’s boxers are fully off and tossed somewhere on the floor, hands never leaving each other's bodies. Gyuvin places a pillow below Matthew, something to prop his lower half up on. 

He pulls the plug out slowly, smiling at the little face Matthew makes. He’s just about to lather some lube up on his own dick when Matthew reaches out to stop him.

“You’re forgetting something.”

Gyuvin blinks. “Huh?”

“The dildos. Vibrator, sleeve, y’know. Everything you said you’d use on me.”

Gyuvin whines in dismay, his cock still painfully hard and throbbing down where it’s pressed flush to his stomach.

“But—my dick!” he groans in utter heartbreak, as if the world was ending right then and there. “Matthew, my dick!”

Matthew rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “Oh, you’re fine. I don’t think I’m fully ready for your size just yet, anyway. But I do feel a little bad,” Gyuvin is quick to drop the pout he’d put on, a glimmer of hope sparking within. “I can try sucking you off a little? Or maybe a handjob?”

“Please,” he blurts out immediately. “Oh my god, please, hyung.”

Matthew smiles up at him,  pushing Gyuvin down to the empty spot beside him. He reaches over to grab his favorite dildo— the pure-black one— and hands it off for Gyuvin to deal with.

Gyuvin shudders when Matthew wraps a hand around him, eyes momentarily rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck,” Gyuvin rasps out, a lone, wandering hand meeting Matthew waist. “God, hyung. Fuck. I’m so horny, I could come already.”

Matthew tuts. “You can’t. Not yet, at least.”

Gyuvin turns his attention to the dildo, smearing any remaining lube from his hands onto the base and tip. “Oh, someone’s a little demanding.”

Matthew lowers his body down until he’s eye-level with Gyuvin’s dick, tongue running across his lips as he drags his eyes up the length.

He starts to stroke him, nice and slow, lifting his gaze just enough to meet Gyuvin’s through his lashes. “If you come now, won’t you be too worn out to fuck me?”

“Actually,” Gyuvin breathes out, another shudder wracking his body as Matthew’s tongue swirls around the head. “I can go multiple rounds. Back to back.”

Matthew’s movements stutter for a moment, then go back to normal. “Oh, shit,” he mumbles. “Like, for real?”

“Yeah! But, uh, let’s not do that tonight.” Gyuvin quickly backtracks, fingers nestling themselves in Matthew’s hair.

“Hm, shame. What about next week?”

Gyuvin groans as Matthew slightly squeezes at the base. “Hng— uh, sure?” 

Matthew beams. “Perfect!” 

He licks a slow stripe from the underside of the base to the head, taking in a few inches and sucking softly.

The hand in Matthew’s hair tightens, strands of hair sticking out from between his fingers. “Fuck,” he moans out, breathless and low. “So good, hyung.”

A dizzying pleasure buzzes through Gyuvin’s veins, so warm and so addictive that he nearly forgets all about the dildo he’s still holding.

“Uh, Mashu?” he strains out. Matthew hums around him, the vibration making Gyuvin’s thigh twitch. “H-how am I supposed to use this on you from here?”

Matthew chokes a little, and has to pull off entirely as he breaks into laughter. “Just let me do it. When I decide I’m done with this, I’ll let you do it, then.”

Gyuvin gawks. “When you decide? But you’re sucking my dick, what if I come before that?”

“We’ll, I’ll just edge you.” Matthew says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world, and all Gyuvin can do is just stare down at the pretty boy beneath him with wide eyes. He kind of feels like he’s dreaming.

“Hyung, you’re so mean to me.”

Matthew holds his hand out to take the dildo, shaking his head once. “Nuh-uh. It’s not mean if you get to do it to me, too.”

“Oh, now you’ll let me?” he breathes out, gaze entirely fixed on the way Matthew adjusts his position and guides the lubed up dildo to his hole, lazily stroking Gyuvin’s length as he gently pushes the toy inside. 

“Fuck, Gyuvinnie…” Matthew ignores Gyuvin’s question entirely, voice breathy and teetering on the edge of a whine. “Want it to be you so bad..”

Gyuvin lets his tongue run over his lips. “But you're the one denying me, aren’t you?”

“Well, the buildup is the best part,” Matthew smiles, tightening his grip on Gyuvin’s cock and pressing it up against his cheek. “I can wait a little longer. Can’t you?”

God, no. 

No, he can’t. 

He’s losing patience with every little sound that falls from Matthew’s lips, slipping further and further down with the way Matthew slides his dick back in his mouth, taking nearly all of him in one swift motion. 

Gyuvin thinks he might black out.

Matthew holds himself there for a second, letting a tear or two slip down his cheek and fall to Gyuvin’s soft skin. Then, he wraps his free hand around what he can’t fit and slowly bobs his head up and down, tonguing at the tip.

It’s electrifying. Gyuvin feels like he’s watching from far away, like he’s out of his body and in some place different, some place surely akin to what Heaven is like. His limbs tingle and jolt with the influx of pleasure, whines and semi-hushed pleas stumbling from his lips.

He doesn’t even know what he’s saying, can barely even feel his own fingers. He just knows he’s never felt this good before. 

Matthew’s tongue teases around the shaft and underside, twisting his wrist at the bottom as he gently fucks himself with the dildo, unabashed moans vibrating around Gyuvin’s dick.

Matthew’s so good at this, so unfairly good. Where did he even learn all this?

The dildo moves inside Matthew in tandem with the strokes of his hand, and Gyuvin can hear the wet sound of it, see the way Matthew trembles with every push.

All too quickly, it becomes too much for Gyuvin.

“Please— Fuck, hyung,” he winces, hips stuttering up into Matthew’s mouth. “I t-think I’m gonna come…”

Disapprovingly, Matthew pulls his hand and mouth away, pinching Gyuvin’s inner thigh.

“Ow—! The hell was that for?”

Matthew scoffs, pulling the toy out and setting it off to the side. “I was just starting to find my rhythm, you know. That was like, at most, a couple minutes.”

Gyuvin feels red-hot embarrassment rise in his cheeks, hands coming up to cover his face and muffle a whine. He wants to scream.

“But,” Matthew’s smile is audible in his voice as he gently pulls Gyuvin’s hands away. “It’s kinda cute how fast you get worked up.”

Just as Matthew loosens his grip and begins to pull back, Gyuvin scrambles to catch him. “Wait— Matthew,”

Matthew pauses, glancing back with a tilt of his head. “Hm?”

Gyuvin looks at him—really looks at him. His eyes wander over Matthew’s face, gently brushing his thumb up against the mole near his eye. The light flush that paints Matthew’s cheeks, the pink at the very tips of his ears, the wild look in his eyes as he peers up at Gyuvin, pupils blown—it’s enough to render Gyuvin paralyzed with desire.

He wants to say something, wants to tell him how gorgeous he really is, but the words die in his throat when his gaze falls to Matthew’s swollen, spit-slick lips. A thin string of saliva connects his bottom and top lip, and god, Gyuvin can’t do this anymore.

He wants to ruin him—wants to have him beneath him, beside him, anywhere, and in any way. The burning, aching need to reach out and to touch, to take all of him and more creeps up on his mind like how ivy creeps up a tree, suffocating it slowly.

“Come up,“ Gyuvin whispers, voice thick in his desire with eyes wandering all over Matthew’s body. “Wanna focus on you now.”

And Matthew, in all his utter wickedness, gives him a teasing smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. Then, in one quick motion, he’s wrapping his hand around Gyuvin, pumping his wrist much too fast for how close Gyuvin still was. “Oh, are you leading this now?”

Gyuvin feels the sparks of pleasure and the familiar heat in his abdomen flaring tenfold. His head falls back against the pillow in a whine, fingers digging into the sheets as the intensity of it all washes over him in wave after wave.

“Please, oh fuck, hyung, I wanna make this about you. I just wanna touch you, please…”

Thankfully, Matthew slows to a stop, leaving Gyuvin to catch his breath as he considers the words. He bites his lip thoughtfully, his hand moving from Gyuvin’s dick to his inner thigh, tracing lazy shapes into the skin.

Finally, he takes in a breath, looking up at Gyuvin with apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, Gyuvinnie. It would be pretty mean not to let you touch, especially since you’re not that experienced,” he speaks sweetly, gently squeezing Gyuvin’s thigh. “We can do the other stuff next time, or just…whenever you want to.”

And Matthew’s so kind about it, has such a tender gaze, that Gyuvin thinks he might melt away into a puddle right then and there.

“Thank you, hyung, fuck, thank you so much,” Gyuvin’s hands practically shake with relief, reaching down and touching Matthew wherever he can reach. “I need you so, so bad right now. I just want to touch you, make you feel good. Please…”

Gyuvin’s words trail off, his pure and utter desire stripping him of his thoughts. He can barely remember to breathe when Matthew trails his hand up along his waist.

“Please what?” Matthew finds it so easy to slip back into their little act, his demeanor kind, yet teasing as he starts to crawl his way back up to Gyuvin.

Gyuvin stumbles over his words, unable to articulate as his mind fogs over in his lust. “I need— I want—“

Matthew doesn’t let him finish. He cuts him off with a soft kiss, lips pressing lightly against Gyuvin’s. One hand comes up to cup over Gyuvin’s cheek, his thumb rubbing against soft skin. ”Shh,“ He whispers, breath warm against Gyuvin’s lips. “I know, baby. I know.”

Slightly pulling back, his eyes lock onto Gyuvin’s wild ones. “Why don’t you pick the next toy to use on me?”

Gyuvin blinks, still stuck in a daze. “Huh? Are we done with the dildo already?”

The corners of Matthew’s lips curl just slightly, and he leans back on his arms. “Well, we can be. But if you don’t wanna be, you can just get out the toys you’ll use later.”

Gyuvin swallows hard, his head spinning and his lungs too full of air he hadn’t realized he was holding. Taking a moment too long to catch his breath, he sits up slowly and lets his eyes scan back over the clutter on the bed, trying to find one that catches his eye.

“I think I want…”

Matthew hums, amused at the scene in front. “Hm?”

Gyuvin’s gaze falls on one of the vibrators—light-pink, and only a few inches long. It curves up along the smooth shaft, with a cute heart-shaped base. It almost looks innocent. Almost.

His fingers twitch as he reaches for it, holding it up to Matthew for approval. “Is this alright?”

Matthew doesn’t seem that surprised, as if he’d expected Gyuvin to pick that exact one. “Oh, good choice.” 

“And, uh, how about this, too?” Gyuvin grabs the sleeve he’d seen earlier, eagerly shoving it right in front of Matthew’s face.

This one seems to catch Matthew a bit off guard, his brows lifting and eyes flicking between Gyuvin and the toy. “Wait, both?” he blinks. “Like, both at the same time?”

“Yeah? Is…is that okay?” Gyuvin slowly starts to lower his arms, his excitement faltering. “You said pairing them felt really good, so…”

Matthew’s smile returns quickly, eager to reassure. “I mean– it’s totally fine! It’s just, well, I think I might come too fast.” 

Gyuvin stares at him for a second too long. “Is that…bad?”

Matthew laughs, shrugging. He slides his hand right back into Gyuvin’s, lacing their fingers together. “Well no, but I’m not like you, Gyuvinnie. I can keep going if I come, but I need some time to rest.”

Gyuvin looks off to the side, takes a moment to think back to what Matthew had said before. “You…you said I could edge you, too, right?”

“Yeah,” Matthew nods, giving Gyuvin’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I did.”

“And you’re sure?” he asks, leaning his face in closer. “Like, one-hundred percent, no take-backs, sure? Like—” 

Matthew raises an eyebrow, cutting Gyuvin off. “Gyuvin, I literally just said so. I’m all yours tonight.”

“I’m just making sure!” he insists, puffing his cheeks out in a pout. “Will you tell me if it’s too much?”

Matthew tilts his head back with a small, fond laugh. “Of course, Gyuvinnie.”

Gyuvin plants his hands on Matthew’s underside, lifting him up effortlessly and setting him down on a pile of pillows and plushies. He slots his own body between Matthew’s legs, a little breathless as he looks down.

Matthew giggles again, adjusting a bit as he settles in his new position. A faint sheen of sweat covered him head to toe, his half-lidded eyes gazing up at Gyuvin in nothing but adoration.

He looks nothing short of ethereal, a faint sheen of sweat glistening over his body and messy bangs draped over his forehead. Gyuvin takes his time admiring, bringing his thumb up to rub over the mole beside Matthew’s right eye once again, trying to commit every detail to memory.

He leans in close, taking note of the way Matthew’s breath hitches, tilting his chin up as if expecting a kiss. 

And who is Gyuvin to deny him?

Closing the distance between them, Gyuvin fumbles his hand around on the bed, feeling for the discarded dildo from earlier. He pulls away from the kiss when he finds it, earning a soft whine from the man beneath him.

“Hey, don’t be too greedy, hyung,” Gyuvin teases, flashing him the toy before reaching for the lube. “We’re only just getting started.”

Matthew pouts at the implications, but Gyuvin sees right through it.  He can see the excitement in Matthew’s eyes, can hear the way his breathing falters as he squirms under Gyuvin’s weight. 

“Maybe I like being greedy,” Matthew hisses, every syllable dripping with need.

Gyuvin’s eyes narrow in on the light dusting of pink blooming across Matthew’s chest, uncapping the lube bottle and pouring a decent amount into his palm. “I can see that.”

He leans down again, leaving a trail of light kisses along Matthew’s jawline. Each press of his lips to soft skin pulls gasps and squirming from Matthew, his body entirely all too helpless to Gyuvin’s touch. Savoring the way Matthew shivers beneath him, Gyuvin moves lower, mouthing over the delicate skin of Matthew’s collarbone before leaving a teasing nip on the skin of his neck. 

Matthew’s body arches slightly off the bed in response, a soft moan escaping parted lips. Gyuvin bites his cheek to hold a smile back, warmth blooming in his stomach as he watches, listens to the pleasure he’s giving Matthew.

“Ready now?” he asks, tilting his head while watching Matthew’s chest rise and fall with a slight shake. His gaze, far too dark, and yet entirely too bright, stays locked on Matthew’s face, searching for any bit of hesitation.

Matthew nods quickly, swallowing hard. He lets Gyuvin take his trembling hand once again, something to ground him with.

Gyuvin presses the tip of the toy to Matthew’s entrance, working it in as gently as he can. His eyes flick back and forth between Matthew’s face and to where the toy pushes in, trying to balance his focus on both Matthew’s pleasure and his own movements. Matthew worries his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes fluttering shut as Gyuvin mutters low praises to him.

Once the toy bottoms out, Gyuvin holds it still for a moment, letting Matthew adjust. He presses one, two kisses gently under Matthew’s ear, delighting in the shiver it receives. “Don’t hold back,” he mumbles against Matthew’s skin, breath warm on his neck. “I want to hear you.”

Matthew releases a shaky breath, a low moan slipping through. Gyuvin smiles in a sort of awe, head starting to spin at the effect he’s having on the other. 

Is this what it’s like to be drunk? To be high?

If it is, then Gyuvin gets it. Why people would chase this, why someone might spend their whole life looking for a certain high—he gets it. 

He pulls the toy nearly all the way out, deliberately dragging each inch, every textured ridge as it glides against his walls. He slightly adjusts the angle, tipping it upward and toward Matthew’s stomach before pressing back in.

A shudder rips through Matthew’s body the moment the toy brushes against his prostate, thighs instinctively parting wider. His breath hitches, a broken whine tumbling from his lips when Gyuvin precisely repeats the action.

“Good?” Gyuvin asks quietly, switching to English in an attempt to give Matthew an easier time speaking.

Matthew jolts a bit as Gyuvin picks up the pace, his movements less controlled, but still careful. “Yeah—fuck,“ he groans, head tilting back into the pillows. “S’ good. Really good, Gyuvinnie.”

Gyuvin hums, low and pleased, his eyes raking over Matthew’s flushed body for the thousandth time already. He’s utterly obsessed—how could he not be? With the way Matthew’s brows continuously furrow, the way his body subtly twitches and shudders underneath him, the heady rush it all gives him— It's unimaginably addictive, so intoxicating with how much he craves hearing the older’s sweet, heady moans. 

For every whimper and for every moan, he drinks it in like oxygen. He doesn’t bother with hiding the little smirk that tugs at his lips, nor does he care to try to stamp out the pride that's begun to swell in his chest. It’s something about this, about seeing Matthew so undone that leaves Gyuvin’s head reeling, that leaves him feeling tipsy.

A single bead of sweat trickles down the side of Matthew’s forehead, catching Gyuvin’s eye. He  watches, almost entranced as it slowly traces the curve of his cheek before losing the battle to gravity and dripping down to the sheets below. It’s borderline hypnotic, the way that Matthew‘s body flushes and warms at the slightest and gentlest of touches. If Gyuvin catches himself wondering just how far he could push, just how good he could make Matthew feel, then that’s strictly between him and whichever deity watches over them. 

Distantly, he hears gasps and whimpers from beneath him, but the sounds blur together in the haze clouding his mind. It’s only when Matthew’s fingers desperately dig into his skin that he snaps his focus back, blinking away the fog.

“Matthew…” he whispers, voice thick in need as he looks rapidly between Matthew’s eyes, still somewhat stuck in a daze.

“More,” Matthew breathes, insistent and greedy. He almost wants to deny him for that. But when he looks up at Gyuvin with his lips pushed out in a small pout, his eyes watery and blown from desire, it's simply impossible to say no. “Need more. New toy, please?” 

Gyuvin feels his breath catch in his throat, a bubbling of something he isn’t quite sure how to name tightening in his chest. What he does know is that suddenly, he really, really wants to kiss Matthew. Like, really bad.

He doesn’t deny himself this, tilting Matthew’s chin up with a finger and slotting their lips together. He welcomes the rush of euphoria with a small smile, licking over Matthew’s lower lip. The shudder it pulls from the man is equally as delicious.

“You look so pretty, hyung,” Gyuvin whispers as he pulls back, words unusually soft. He eases the toy out, discarding it off in the pile and rubbing soothing circles along Matthew’s inner thigh. “I wish you could see yourself right now.”

He doesn’t miss the way Matthew’s hands shake slightly, the way he blinks back the wetness in his tear ducts when he hears Gyuvin’s words. Matthew doesn’t get the chance to focus on it for long, though—not when Gyuvin’s already moving, fumbling around the bed for the vibrator they’d decided on. Once in his grip, he spares no warning before bringing it down, gently tracing the length of Matthew’s dick with it, gradually picking up pre-come for a smoother glide.

Somewhere along the line, Matthew’s breathing had turned shallow, his body twitching and blooming with a bright flush, whining out for Gyuvin to just hurry up.

Naturally, it only has Gyuvin reeling with an idea that might be just a little mean. 

“Oh? I can’t take my time with you?” he giggles, a teasing lilt in his tone. Before Matthew can answer, Gyuvin is already bringing his finger down to the power button. “Well, since you wanted it so bad…”

Matthew’s breath hitches in realization, Gyuvin positioning the toy just beneath the head of his cock. He gives barely any warning at all before the toy hums to life, pressing deeper onto already sensitive, angry-red skin.

Instantly, jolts of pleasure rip through Matthew’s body, his hips pushing back against the mattress in a desperate, failed attempt to escape the sensation. His eyes roll back, trembling with a sharp gasp punched right out from his lungs.

“Fuck— Gyuvin, ah!” he cries out, voice cracking, his fingers clawing at the sheets below, then digging hard into the skin of Gyuvin’s arm. He shudders particularly hard when Gyuvin slowly drags the vibrator up and nestles it right up on his tip, biting his tongue to stifle a whine.

Gyuvin simply laughs, all too pleased to watch him unravel like this. He wraps a hand snug around the base of Matthew’s cock, tightening just enough to pull a twitch or two from him. With slow, gentle circles, he guides the toy over the head, occasionally sliding it lower along Matthew’s shaft. Pre drips steadily from the tip, slicking Gyuvin’s fingers and helping the toy to glide smoother.

“Having fun?” he coos, eyes crinkling up in a bright, wild smile as Matthew trembles below, helpless whimpers spilling from his lips.

Beautiful, he thinks. Just gorgeous.

But while having Matthew like this is infinitely delicious, it’s not like they had all night. Besides, Gyuvin was starting to think his sanity would slip from him for good if his dick didn’t get back inside something soon enough. 

And so, reluctantly, he slides the vibrator down, easing it away from Matthew’s cock. Gyuvin registers a pitiful whine of protest, only hushing him with a soft kiss to the side of his knee before pressing the toy down against Matthew’s perineum. He barely hides a smirk as Matthew keens high in his throat, sending another hot pulse of arousal straight through Gyuvin’s core.

God, he really didn’t know how much longer he could last. Making Matthew feel good had been a nice distraction thus far, but he was really reaching his limit.

He holds it at the small area of skin for only a moment more, burning the slight twitches and tremors of Matthew’s thighs deep into his memory. He then pulls the toy back, turning off the vibrations and flicking the lube open once again to prepare the toy.

“Breathe for me,” he hums, voice steady. Bringing it back to Matthew’s entrance, he leans down to kiss along sweat-stained skin, whispering praise after praise to him. “Just stay relaxed. Promise I’ll make you feel good, hyung.”

And Matthew, doused in sweet honey and smiling brighter than the sun, hums in his pliancy. Gyuvin slides the toy in with little resistance, pressing in until it’s bottomed out. It’s nudged right up against his prostate, drawing a quiet whimper from the vulnerable man.

“You okay if I turn it on now?” Gyuvin asks him, voice light and as comforting as he can make it. 

Matthew barely responds, only giving a small nod, his body limp and his mind hazy. Gyuvin assumes Matthew must feel high, like someone’s been blowing smoke in his face for the past hour. Like Gyuvin had become a drug he couldn’t stop using, abusing.

He had managed to take Matthew entirely apart with only a few words, a few actions. Thinking about it now, if this was a one-time thing—he’d be devastated beyond repair. Matthew was far too good to never have like this again.

“Words, hyung.” Gyuvin gently reminds, peppering kisses along the side of Matthew’s neck.

Matthew whines out, forcing his body to work in his hazy state. “Yes—please, need it, Gyu.” 

Gyuvin smiles against Matthew’s skin, pulling back just enough to leave one last kiss on Matthew’s lips. “Tell me if it's too much, or if you’re close.”

He gives Matthew no time to even process the words, his thumb firmly pressing down on the power button. 

Gyuvin watches with an almost sadistic glint in his eye as Matthew cries out, pure euphoria crashing down on him in waves. His expression shifts back into one of bliss, eyebrows furrowing as moan after moan tumble from his open mouth.

The sight alone has Gyuvin’s dick twitching in painful need. So much he wants to do to him, so much he has to do to him. Gyuvin kind of feels like he’s burning alive from the inside-out.

“Ah—fuck,” Matthew gasps, rocking his hips against Gyuvin‘s thigh in search for more friction. His hands fumble blindly, tugging at the arms around him in a silent plea for Gyuvin to come down, to do anything at all. “S’ good, really good.”

Gyuvin takes the hint, shuffling down the bed to comfortably press a light kiss right to Matthew’s collarbone. “Yeah?” he whispers against his skin.

“Mhm,” Matthew nods, eyes fluttering shut as Gyuvin gently tongues over a protruding vein. “Yeah.”

He shouldn’t leave marks. His mouth shouldn’t be anywhere near Matthew’s neck in the first place, even. But as he draws back, eyeing over the dark red bruises beginning to form across pale skin, he really can’t help but feel a rush of pride.

Maybe that's how other animals feel when claiming their territory. 

Matthew, his territory.

“You know, Mashu,” Gyuvin starts as he drags a teasing, ice-cold hand up along the warm expanse of Matthew’s torso. The stark contrast in temperature leaves Matthew whining, writhing helplessly under him. “I found something else while I was in here.” 

He brings his lips to just below Matthew’s ear, lightly nipping at the flushed skin. “I didn’t know you liked to take my underwear, hyung.” he purrs, savoring the shudder that racks Matthew’s frame.

Matthew lets a miserable whine slip, blood rushing to pool at his cheeks. He turns his head away in shame, trying to hide in the pillow. “Didn’t— ah, didn’t think you’d miss it…” 

“You were right. I didn’t even notice it was gone,” Gyuvin giggles, moving to place a gentle hand on Matthew’s jaw, coaxing him to face him again. Then, in a lower voice, “Would you tell me why you stole it, hyung? I’d really like to know.”

Matthew’s mouth falls open when Gyuvin finds the base of the massager, carefully rocking it against Matthew’s prostate and drawing a series of gasps from his throat. “I—“ 

Gyuvin smirks at the crack in his voice. “Hm? What is it, Mashu?”

Matthew arches off the bed as Gyuvin amps up the vibrations, sending waves of pleasure right through his core. 

“I-I would…” Matthew’s lip trembles through his words, like he‘s almost afraid to speak them. Then, a deep breath, “…I’d finish on them.”

Oh, he thinks.

Now that is really something.

Something that takes the air right from his lungs, leaves his thoughts scrambled in a mess of need, of want. He even feels the thin hair of his neck stand on end.

To imagine that their soft, sweet and innocent little Matthew could do such a thing… Let alone what the implications of that mean.

He doesn’t answer Matthew—not with words, at least. He gives his answer in the kiss he presses against Matthew’s neck, and then with the way he gently catches the skin between his teeth, loving, adoring the whimper Matthew gives in return. 

Whether he chooses not to dwell on it to spare Matthew the embarrassment or to spare his own sanity, he’s not sure. 

Gyuvin pushes back up on shaky arms, gazing down at his work.

Matthew, in all his beauty, lay flushed and panting against the sheets, head lolled off to the side and hair sticking out every which way. The slightest bit of saliva dribbles down from the corner of his mouth, his lips swollen and bitten red. Though Matthew tries to blink them away, Gyuvin sees the tears of pleasure that build up in Matthew’s eyes, threatening to fall, to be wiped away by Gyuvin’s thumbs.

He looks completely and utterly ruined.

Shamelessly, Gyuvin licks his lips.

Diving back down again, Gyuvin wraps his hand around Matthew’s length, lightly squeezing just under the tip at every stroke. “Gyu— Gyuvin, fuck.”

Catching Matthew’s lips in another kiss, Gyuvin swallows the soft cries Matthew lets out between every jerk of his wrist. A hand trails up from his chest to his back, clinging helplessly to Gyuvin’s shoulder. He almost wants to open his eyes, see what Matthew looks like right now. Scratch that—he wants to be viewing them both from afar, wants to see how disheveled they both look. It’d be hotter that way.

Gyuvin presses their foreheads together, heart pounding in his ears. It’s so loud, he’s sure that Matthew must hear it, too.

“Doing so good, hyung,” Gyuvin mumbles against his lips, barely louder than a breath. “So, so pretty like this.”

Matthew stutters up into his hand when Gyuvin teases his thumb in slow circles at the tip, a far too loud cry spilling when Gyuvin pulls his hand away.

Gyuvin soothes him in an instant, cupping his cheek and leaving a chaste kiss on his forehead.  “Shh. It’s okay, hyung,” he murmurs, kissing at the stray tears falling from the corners of Matthew’s eyes. “You’re okay.”

“Shit,” Matthew groans, voice already sounding wrecked. “It’s been way too long since—ah! S-Since I’ve been with someone.”

Gyuvin giggles, nuzzling his cheek against Matthew’s. “Sensitive?”

Matthew groans. “You have no idea.” 

He kisses down Matthew’s neck, lips stopping to hover over a particularly dark hickey he’d left. It was right above Matthew’s collarbone, stretching up to where his Adam's apple started. They would definitely be hearing it from their stylists later, but that’s for tomorrow. Not here, not now. 

Gyuvin resumes peppering kisses down Matthew’s body until he’s taking a nipple between his teeth, tugging carefully, tongue flicking over it. Spurred on by the sound Matthew chokes out, Gyuvin swirls his tongue once more, just to hear it again.

Matthew’s nails still dig into the pale stretch of Gyuvin’s shoulders, leaving irritated indents and scratches all over. “Gyuvin…”

And, really, as hot as this was, it simply wasn’t enough. He’d promised Matthew more, and he himself felt his restraint growing weaker with every moan, every mewl Matthew let out.

He reaches back without a word, fingers shaking as he picks the sleeve up from where they’d left it last. His other hand never leaves Matthew’s skin, grip firm on his waist.

“Hyung,” he breathes out. He’s not sure if Matthew even registers it, his hyung dazed and heavy-breathing below. “Take a deep breath in.”

Matthew barely nods, eyes slipping shut.

Then, in one quick motion, Gyuvin slides the sleeve down over Matthew’s slick, aching length, biting back a smirk at the arch Matthew’s spine twists up into. He strokes him slowly at first, letting the silicone glide over every inch while the toy inside buzzes right against his prostate.

Matthew shudders, a loud, open-mouthed sob spilling from spit-soaked lips as the pleasure drapes over him, coats his body in pure heat that thrums beneath his skin.

Matthew sobs again, hands searching for something to hold on to. Finally, they lock around Gyuvin’s wrist, squeezing him like a lifeline. “F-Fuck, Gyuvin I—“

“Yeah? Feels good?” Gyuvin rasps, gaze fixed on Matthew’s parted lips. “Am I doing good?”

Matthew nods frantically, hips twitching up as Gyuvin strokes long, drawn-out tugs on his cock, tears catching in his lashes. His voice fails him, caught right in his throat and sounding somewhere between a moan and a sob. 

Hungry, starved, Gyuvin kisses the corners of Matthew’s mouth, his jaw, his cheekbones, panting against flushed skin. Matthew’s hand finds Gyuvin’s chest, palm out flat against the skin as his moans spill out freely. 

“Just let it happen, hyung,” Gyuvin grips the sleeve a little tighter, tongue flicking over his lips when Matthew rewards him with a string of high, needy whines. “Let me take care of you.”

Gyuvin’s free hand reaches for Matthew’s hand again, pulling it off his chest and lacing their fingers together.

Each time they’ve held hands like this, it’s, well, it’s never been like this. He could think back on a million times where Matthew so comfortably locked their hands together, but never with his hyung spread beneath him like this, looking at Gyuvin like he wanted, needed every bit and then some of what he was being given. 

Looking at Gyuvin like he was his entire world.

And in turn, his heart swells, aches once again with that familiar feeling. The one he feels when Matthew drifts off to sleep with his head on Gyuvin’s shoulder, the one he feels when Matthew insists on cooking him something whenever his stomach growls a bit too loud. 

And the one he feels now, with Matthew a mess of debauched moans and sticky sweat beneath him.

“You’re taking this so well,” Gyuvin mumbles against Matthew’s lips, still working him through crashing waves of pleasure. “So fucking pretty like this, hyung.”

Matthew lolls his head to the side, a deep furrow in his brow. His eyes just barely keep open, bleary and wet as tears slip past his lashes. “Ah, haah—“

Gyuvin chases after Matthew’s lips, swallowing the shaky groans slipping past his lips. The way Matthew melts into his touch from the pleasure sends a pulse of arousal straight to Gyuvin’s dick. His need aches low in his abdomen, burning with heat that’s been building since the moment he laid Matthew out like this. Or, more honestly, from the moment he opened that box.

And he’s been good. 

Really, really good.

He hasn’t acted on it once, keeping his hands busy and his mouth even busier, all while leaving his poor dick to leak pathetically against Matthew’s thigh for this entire time. 

So it should be no surprise, really, that it’s the next broken cry Matthew makes—hoarse, desperate in every which way—that finally snaps the last few threads of Gyuvin’s control.

His hips stutter forward instinctively, rutting once against the plush warmth of Matthew’s thigh. “Hyung,” he gasps, the skin-on-skin contact sending a jolt straight through his core. The friction soothes the ache just barely, drawing a pathetic noise from his throat.

Matthew whimpers, slightly started by the sudden grind. He drags Gyuvin down to his side, nudging his leg between Gyuvin’s thighs as he turns to face him.

“You— you’re,” Gyuvin tries, voice cracking, forehead pressing to Matthew’s temple as his hips rock forward in urgency. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy, hyung.”

He kisses Matthew again, hard and breathless. Their teeth clink a bit together, both poorly coordinated, far too desperate to care. Gyuvin turns his head to the side, resting his cheek on Matthew’s cheek.

“Wanna make you feel so good,” he pants into Matthew’s ear, the frenzied grinding turning him dizzy. “Can’t hold back anymore.”

A groan tears from his chest, choked-out and doused in hunger. ”Please, can I fuck you?” 

He needs to feel Matthew now. 

Matthew’s eyelids flutter back open, blinking away a fog. He pushes Gyuvin back a couple inches, just to stare at him better. He only pouts his lips, staring right back at Matthew while working the toy over his dick. 

“Please, hyung?” His voice cracks around the edges, hips continuously rutting down onto Matthew.

“Yes,” Matthew gasps. “Ohmygod, yes.”

Gyuvin exhales shakily, giving one last pump to Matthew’s dick before pulling off with the toy, tossing it to the side. His hands settle at either side of Matthew’s waist, positioning himself so that his calves tuck loosely beneath his thighs. He props one of Matthew’s legs up onto his shoulder, body leaned slightly forward.

A pitiful whimper sounds from Matthew when Gyuvin’s hand drops to pull the vibrator out, letting an arm drape over his eyes to hide behind it.

“No hiding,” Gyuvin gently scolds, taking the arm away. “Really, I wish you could see yourself…”

He turns the toy off, having half a mind to reach over for a tissue to lay it on instead of the sheets, though he supposes it wouldn’t have really mattered, anyway. They’d have to wash everything on this bed by the time they’re done, for sure.

He squeezes out a decent bit of lube, slicking his dick up before lining up to Matthew’s entrance. 

Resting painfully against his stomach, Matthew’s dick twitches in interest, a small noise coming from lips bitten red. Gyuvin considers wrapping a hand around him again, but ultimately pushes the thought from his head, worried Matthew might come too fast.

He wants this to be good, to be something memorable for Matthew. Something he’ll still want to do again with him. Maybe they’ve danced around the subject once or twice, but they’ve confirmed nothing. At least, not in Gyuvin’s mind.

This really could be the last time Gyuvin gets to have Matthew like this, so he has to savor it, every last bit of it. And even if he has to become some sex god tonight for Matthew to still want him, he really wasn’t going to complain. 

“Ready?”

“Yes,” Matthew confirms, maybe a beat too fast. “God, yes.”

Matthew gasps when Gyuvin rocks back into him, fingers shaking, eager to claw and clutch at the sheets. His head falls back against the pillow, eyes slipping shut as he’s fucked into again and again right away. Gyuvin immediately holds next to nothing back, his resolve absolutely demolished.

“Gyuvin,” Matthew chokes out, the sudden pleasure almost already overwhelming.

“Hyung, hyung. Oh fuck,” Gyuvin purses his lips in concentration, trying to focus his breath to be in tandem with his thrusts.

Gyuvin tries to be gentle, he really does. And it's not like he wasn’t—hips thrusting flush against sweat-stained skin, careful not to go too hard, too fast, but calculated enough to find the right balance.

And he—Fuck, he feels so fucking good. If divinity was attainable, then Matthew must be an angel. His angel.

“Hyung, you’re so good,”Guyvin pants, hips snapping up to slam into Matthew over and over again. “So, so good for me. So cute.”

“Shit, Gyuvin—“ 

”You’re so tight, hyung, it’s, ah—it’s driving me crazy.”

Matthew lets out a sound so raw, Gyuvin’s not even sure if he heard right.

Gyuvin lets his mouth slip, no longer caring about any attempt to quiet himself. This feels far too good to not let himself fall entirely into it.

He barely noticed as he picked his pace up, slamming even harder with a slight tilt of his hips. Matthew’s body jerks in pleasure, sounds that are surely not contained by this room spilling endlessly from his throat.

“Gyuvinnie,” Matthew slurs his words, tears falling from wet eyes. “Gyu, ‘s too much—“

Gyuvin pulls out and flips Matthew around, a gasp falling from Matthew’s red-bitten lips as Gyuvin slides himself back in, immediately resuming the previous pace. 

Matthew hisses in both surprise and pleasure. “Shit-–!, Gyu, fuck.”

Gyuvin runs his hand along Matthew’s spine, down to the curve of his ass. He squeezes lightly, mind reeling at the firmness of his glutes. With every snap of his hips, the skin ripples against the impact. Gyuvin notices Matthew has faint dimples on his lower back, something that seems to rile him up more than anything else.

“Everything about you, hyung,” Gyuvin is almost entirely breathless, and he doesn’t quite recognize his own voice. It’s deeper than normal, raspier, and layered with so much arousal that it feels foreign to him. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Please, I—!“ Matthew barely holds himself up by his forearm, other hand left to claw at anything he can get his grip on. “Oh fuckk.”

Gyuvin feels his entire body on fire, nerves lit up to no end. He’s nearly lightheaded at how good he feels, how the pleasure pools in his lower stomach and how the knot he feels growing tighter and tighter just barely starts to loosen.

He’s never felt so undone before, never had it happen so fast like this.

“Hyung, ah shit,” Gyuvin rocks in harder, noises he didn’t know he could make spilling from his mouth as he lets the pleasure overtake him. “Matthew, Matt— I’m gonna, Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

Matthew starts to rock back on him as best he can, body trembling in his pleasure. “Yes, please, Gyuvinnie, please come inside me.”

Gyuvin’s eyes widen, and it only takes a couple more thrusts before he’s nearly collapsing over Matthew with the weight of his orgasm hitting him. His vision whites-out as his ears begin to ring, only distantly hearing Matthew’s cries. Pleasure radiates through his body from head to toe, converging at his core. He thinks he might seriously burn away.

He gasps as he remembers to breathe, legs shaking underneath his weight. He feels a hand come up and shakily grip his wrist, and he forces his eyes open to look down at the man beneath him. Matthew had turned his upper body around, leaning on his right arm to get a good view of Gyuvin. 

“Woah,” Matthew gapes, his unstable voice only barely above a breath. He’s looking up at Gyuvin with his pupils dilated, and he’s almost as out of breath as him. “You… that feel good?”

Gyuvin lets himself collapse next to Matthew, ushering him back on his lap. “Yeah, hyung, yeah,” Still finding his breath, he closes his eyes as he leans his head back as he swallows his spit. “It felt good. Really good.”

Matthew lets a few low giggles out, maneuvering his hips to a more comfortable position on Gyuvin’s lap. He leans his full body weight on Gyuvin’s chest. “It sure looked like it did. I’m sad I didn’t get to see the full thing, with my back turned and all.”

“Mhm.” Gyuvin tries to say more, but his mind and body are still reeling from the orgasm hitting him so hard. 

“Well, still up for more? I haven’t finished yet,” Matthew reminds, a slight tease in his voice. “Although, I did get really close, so it probably wouldn’t take too long”

Gyuvin blinks his eyes open, meeting Matthew’s wild ones, and gives him a lopsided smile. “Obviously, but could you do the work for a little bit? I just need a second to breathe, that was the craziest orgasm I’ve ever had. Also, I’m a little tired. I wanna lie down.” 

Yeah, shoot him or whatever, but he’s honestly never had an orgasm so strong before. He thinks he’d genuinely have a heart attack if he tried to move much right now.

Not that he couldn’t still keep it up, though.

Matthew dips down to kiss him gently, right hand brought up to caress his cheek. “Of course, Gyuvinnie. You deserve it after all that. Though I am a little tired, too.”

“Then rest with me for a second.” Gyuvin mumbles, gaze still fixed on Matthew’s lips after the kiss. 

“Hmm,” Matthew grins. He tucks his head in Gyuvin’s neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the (mostly) unmarked skin. “No, I’m too worked up to rest.”

The hand that had been resting on Gyuvin’s cheek was now being dragged down his torso, fingertips warm and electrifying to the touch, drawing a gasp from Gyuvin’s lips. Matthew paused at his V-line, switching the kissing to the other side of Gyuvin’s neck. He’s slow, yet hidden under the steady facade, Gyuvin can feel the hunger behind every kiss.

It’s not long at all before Matthew’s pushing himself back up with his arms, gaze fixed on Gyuvin’s spit-soaked lips. “Tell me, Gyuvinnie,” Gyuvin sucks a sharp breath in as Matthew rolls his hips down against him, a cheeky grin forming on his face. “Are you having as much fun with this as I am?” 

Gyuvin feels a wave of dizziness at the shift, and he pitifully nods, finding it nearly impossible to use his voice. He’s sure it’d come out croaky and dumb, certainly a pathetic sound. 

“I know you are,” Matthew giggles, grinding his hips down again, finding his rhythm. “It’s fun to be in control, lose it all at once, then gain it back again.” With a particularly harsh run of his hips, he adds, “It’s fun being with you.”

Gyuvin makes a strangled sound in his throat, hands laying limp at his sides. If he wasn’t back to rock-hard before, he definitely is now. 

“I feel…” Gyuvin rasps out, forcing himself to swallow the lump in his throat. “I feel a little useless like this, hyung.”

Matthew blinks, then laughs in his face. As beautiful as Matthew is when he finds something funny, Gyuvin still feels a little embarrassed about it. “If you think that's a bad thing, then take some control back. And if you like how it feels, then let it happen. We’ve been doing this the whole time, Gyuvinnie.”

“Sorry, hyung,” Gyuvin sheepishly smiles, hands fumbling around Matthews hips as he tries to find a comfortable place to set them. “I think it’s because you made me come. I’m just like, a little nervous now.”

At this, Matthew tilts his head down at him, furrowing his brows a bit. He sighs, then drops down close enough to brush their chests together. He takes Gyuvin’s cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb across his cheekbone. “It’s just me, Gyuvin.” A light kiss is pressed right on his bottom lip. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”

Gyuvin’s heart stutters for a moment in his chest, and he’s almost afraid Matthew might be able to feel it. He relaxes back into the mattress, the reassurance doing wonders to ease any anxiety away. Absentmindedly, he smiles weakly back up at Matthew.

Matthew returns the smile, thumb still tracing a line back-and-forth below his eye. He then draws a small breath in and pouts. “Are you gonna make me come now, or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

“Oh, sorry! Yes, I will, uh,” Gyuvin scrambles to slightly sit up and adjust Matthew’s positioning on his lap. The pout on Matthew’s lips curls up into an amused smile. “I’ll do that.”

Matthew’s still grinning as Gyuvin reaches for the lube again, lathering it back up on his dick. Matthew leans back, and lets Gyuvin align himself with his entrance before Matthew slowly sinks back down on him again, a pleasured moan tearing itself from both of their throats.

“You really are so big, Gyuvvinie,” Matthew gasps as he settles down on Gyuvin’s lap, shifting his hips a few times to let himself re-adjust to the size. “Make me feel so full.”

The space Gyuvin’s previous anxiety had filled was now completely overtaken by pride and pleasure. He digs his nails into Matthew’s waist and throws his head back against the pillow as he starts to shakily lift his hips off Gyuvin’s lap, bringing himself all the way up to the tip, then deliberately bringing himself back down to the hilt again. Matthew shudders at the touch, eyes slipping closed and brow furrowing in focus.

Gyuvin bites his lip, lifting his head just enough to watch as Matthew sets the pace, slowly dragging his cock up along his walls, then letting himself fall back down on it. Gyuvin groans, squeezing his eyes shut as Matthew clamps around him. “Hyung,” he pathetically whimpers, breathless as his hips buck up on impulse in tandem with Matthew’s movements. “You– ah, feel so good, hyung,”

He pulls Matthew down by his nape to get access to his lips, immediately entangling his hand with strands of brown hair as he licks up into Matthew’s mouth. He draws a groan from Matthew as he glides his free hand down to grasp Matthew’s neglected cock, pumping it a half-beat faster than the pace they set. He lets his thumb swirl around the slit, lightly squeezing when he would reach the tip. Matthew’s hips stutter, and he nearly lets himself go limp in Gyuvins grasp. 

“Gyu, fuck, ‘m so close,” the moan is airy against his lips, desperate in the most delicious way.  “Gonna make me come like this,”

“Yeah?” Gyuvin fucks up into him faster, hand tightening a little more on his dick. He relishes in the way Matthew keens in surprise, the hand in his hair tugging his head up just enough to get a good look at him.

His pupils are blown wide, and his spit-soaked lips are parted and swollen. His ears are bright red, with a faint dusting of blush dancing across his cheeks and nose. Beads of sweat drip down from his forehead, and his brows are knitted together. All in all, he looks beautiful.

The sounds dripping from his lips carry more weight than words, dousing Gyuvin’s body in a sheen of honey and arousal. He’s so worked up, Gyuvin feels like he’s falling.

Matthew blinks his eyes closed hard as Gyuvin adjusts his angle slightly, dick hitting and dragging across his prostate directly with each thrust. Matthew goes fully limp, letting Gyuvin do all the work once again. He lays atop Gyuvin’s body, moan after moan tumbling out without restraint.

“I’m, I’m–” Matthew pants, slightly tensing his lower body, which punches a groan from Gyuvin’s chest. He scrambles to grip onto Gyuvin’s shoulders, hands shaking. “Gyuvinnie, fuckk, I’mgonna,” 

Matthew’s eyes roll back in his head as he comes into Gyuvin’s hand, thick white ropes staining the sheets below and dirtying Gyuvin’s sweaty chest. He clenches hard around Gyuvin’s dick, an uncontrolled flurry of moans and English curses slipping past his lips. 

Gyuvin fucks him through the waves of pleasure, leaving wet kisses all across the underside of his jaw and neck. He sinks his fingers in deep to Matthew’s back at the impossibly blissful sensation of his dick being squeezed tight inside him.

As Matthew’s moans die down, they’re replaced by winces and groans of overstimulation, his entire body twitching at the unmoderated pleasure. “Gyuvinn,” he whines out, voice utterly wrecked. He doesn’t even have half the mind to speak Korean anymore. “Fuck, it’s so much,”

Gyuvin tries not to aim directly for his prostate, conscious to spare him from as much of the overwhelming pleasure as he can. “Just a little longer, hyung,” he mutters, running his hands soothingly across Matthew’s back. “I wanna come in you again.”

Matthew whimpers and keens above him, his body weak and jolting in shocks of pleasure at every unintentional hit to his prostate. Despite his muddled mind, Gyuvin swears he’ll ingrain every sound Matthew makes into the deepest part of his memory. 

He feels a drop of something wet hit his face, and when he looks back up to find the source, he realizes with part arousal and part concern that Matthew was crying.

He stops immediately, wiping away the tears as he sits Matthew up. “Are you okay? Is it too much, really?”

Matthew sniffles, and grabs Gyuvin’s wrist. “No, keep going,” he lays them both back down, gasping as he tries to grind his hips against Gyuvin’s. “It’s a lot, but it’s good. Please, Gyuvinnie.”

Gyuvin licks his lips, eyeing Matthew’s tear stained cheeks and pouted lips for a single second with wide, blown out pupils, before gripping his waist and resuming the previous pace. Immediately, Matthew is back to crying out pitiful moans of overstimulation, letting salty tears slip down his cheeks. Gyuvin wants to throw his head back, wants to close his eyes to focus on the pleasure, but he cannot look away. Not when something so divine sits right in front of him, submitting to him. Begging for him.

It’s only a couple more thrusts before his eyes white-out once more, this time, impossibly stronger than the last. His entire body locks up in pleasure, shaking and twitching as he comes deep inside Matthew for the second time that night. He nearly forgets to breathe, harsh gasps and groans punching their way out of his lungs with each wave that crashes over him.

He doesn’t recognize when it passes over, only sinks back into the bed, body fatigued and spent. He hears a ringing in his ears and sort-of makes out a call of his name before darkness envelopes his senses.

He wakes back up to kisses littering his jaw and cheeks and a hand massaging his scalp, fingers tracing across the skin. His vision is a little hazy, but he still makes out the brown locks above him. “Mashu hyung?”

Matthew peels back to look at him with a worried expression. “You okay?” He tucks the hair stuck in Gyuvin’s face back behind his ear. “You were out for a second there.”

It takes a moment for Gyuvin to find his words, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. He’s exhausted, a little dizzy, too. “Y-yeah, yeah. I’m good,” he has to swallow again. “That was fucking insane, hyung.”

Matthew breaks out in a fit of relieved giggles, Gyuvin following suit. Matthew slides himself off Gyuvin’s body, slumping down in the space next to him. He shudders at the dampness of the bed. “This is so fucking gross, though.”

Gyuvin wordlessly nods, exhaling deeply through his nose. “We should clean up,”

Matthew groans, bringing the back of his hands up to rub at his eyes. He turns toward Gyuvin, a glint of something in his eye. “Can we cuddle in your bed, after?”

Gyuvin meets his gaze, then smiles. “Of course.”

With the toys put away and shoved back under the bed, their bodies clean from a nice, steamy shower, and the soiled sheets tumbling in the washer, they now lay in absolute peace in Gyuvin’s cramped bed. It’s barely enough to fit him, let alone anybody else, but they make do.

Matthew’s practically on top of him, bodies entangled in a mess of limbs. Gyuvin still has his shirt on, but Matthew opted for just the blanket to cover him. Despite the lack of space, Gyuvin finds it rather comforting. He breathes a sigh out, letting his thumb run over the back of Matthew’s hand. 

Surprisingly, the other members still hadn’t returned home. Or, maybe they did, and they just left to the other dorms after hearing their…commotion. Either way, it honestly didn’t matter to Gyuvin.

Matthew stirred from where his head rested on Gyuvin’s chest. “I thought you said we wouldn’t do that tonight?”

Gyuvin opens an eye to peek down at him. “Hm?”

“Y’know, the coming multiple times thing. Feels like we really just got creative with it.”

“Oh, right,” Gyuvin smiles sheepishly. “Well, it’s not like this was a planned-out thing.”

Matthew returns the smile, adoration seeping from his gaze. “Just as long as we both had fun. I didn’t know you were such a sex god, Kim Gyuvin.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are! Take the compliment,” Matthew giggles. “Are you sure you’ve only ever been with one other person? And that it was so bad?”

Gyuvin shrugs. “I’m telling you, it was only bad with her because I’m gay! This is proof.”

Matthew scoffs, then lays his head back down on Gyuvin’s chest. “Right, proof that you’re a sex god.”

Gyuvin rolls his eyes, holding onto Matthew a little tighter than before.

Even with everything that had happened tonight, Gyuvin still finds himself wary. He’s very sure they have something between them, now, but he isn’t exactly sure what that something is.

…It’s kind of scary, actually.

He breaks the short-lived silence between them with a voice barely above a whisper. “You know, hyung, I really like kissing you,” 

If I could kiss you all the time, whenever and wherever and simply because I wanted to, I think all of my problems would fade away. 

“…I don’t think I ever want to stop.”

Beside him, Matthew giggles, giggles like Gyuvin’s heart isn’t four seconds away from beating itself out of his chest. He raises his head to look at him when he says, “Well, yeah, that was obvious enough. You kiss like you’re about to lose me forever.”

Losing Matthew forever…

Gyuvin frowns just thinking about it.

“Is that—“ he hesitates, looking so deeply into Matthew’s eyes, searching so far for something he already knows is right there. “Is that bad?”

“No, no,” Matthew reassures, adjusting his full body to face Gyuvin. He sticks a finger out, tracing shapes along the expanse of Gyuvin’s chest. A heart, a house, and then another heart. “I think it’s sweet. You’re sweet—the way you treat me.”

There's a smile on Matthew’s face, like always, and Gyuvin feels pure warmth spreading through his core, tugging on his heart. He doesn’t even realize when his own lips curl up in a mirror of Matthew’s smile.

And, finally, Gyuvin allows any small, lingering doubts to slip away from his mind for good. “You should let me take you out on a date.”

Matthew somehow only grows brighter, like he’s opening up the curtains on a warm summer day. Looking at him like this, it’s easy for the relief to settle deep in the crevices of Gyuvin’s joints, of his mind. It’s always been like that with Matthew. “Yeah?” 

”Yeah,” Gyuvin smiles wider, eyes crinkling up with it. “Anywhere you want to go, anything you want to have—I’ll do it all for you.”

Matthew’s eyes fall down to his lips, and Gyuvin has to look away. If he didn’t, he’s sure his heart would melt away in his pool of love. “You’re adorable, Kim Gyuvin,” Matthew whispers as he gently guides Gyuvin’s head a little closer, placing a soft kiss on his bottom lip. He then slides down to tuck his head in the crook of Gyuvin’s neck. “Let’s work it out in the morning, love.” 

“I love you, Matthew Hyung," Gyuvin admits, unable to keep it back any longer. “More than you could ever know.”

He feels the smile against his chest.

“I love you too, Gyuvinnie.”

But even laying here so comfortably, something was still nagging Gyuvin in the back of his mind, something important that he’d left unfinished.

“Hey, hyung?” he whispers out, lightly shaking Matthew’s shoulder. All Matthew gives in return is a low hum of acknowledgement, eyes kept shut against Gyuvin’s chest. “Where’s my hoodie?”

At this, Matthew looks up at him curiously, slightly tilting his head. “Your hoodie?”

“Yeah— The big grey one with the little design on the back, it’s gone.”

“Oh, I think Ricky was wearing it earlier.”

“Are you serious?!”