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Beomgyu learned three important things about Soobin in the past few months. 

1. Choi Soobin is making life extremely difficult. 
2. Choi Soobin is making him extremely pent up. 
3. Choi Soobin is making him extremely infuriated (by being so sexy).

Beomgyu—as anybody with two eyes knows—has always thirsted after Soobin for as long as they’ve known each other.  And nobody can blame him: Soobin was undeniably attractive. And extraordinarily sexy. And he has been a frequent subject of Beomgyu’s sexual fantasies and wet dreams. 

So when Soobin suddenly starts running his hands all over Beomgyu’s thighs during V-Lives, or whenever Soobin wraps his arms around Beomgyu’s midsection so tantalizing and slow, it shuts down Beomgyu’s brain and he can feel his breathing stop until he reminds himself to inhale and exhale like humans are supposed to do automatically. When Soobin whispers into his ear, he can feel his soft breath like a ghost for days with shivers running up and down his spine. 

And one day when Soobin rubs his thigh a bit too close to his crotch, Beomgyu has to bite his lip hard to resist the incoming hard-on. 

It didn’t work very well, and he just ran to rub one out in the bathroom instead. 

And there’s no way that Soobin— the insufferable shithead that he was— couldn’t see what his touches were doing to Beomgyu. In fact, ever since Beomgyu ran to the bathroom, flustered, Soobin intensified his touches in both quantity and quality.

Things come to a head during movie night. The 5 of them were watching a movie, Kai sprawled on the floor, Yeonjun sitting on a couch with Taehyun, and Soobin sitting with Beomgyu on another couch, just the two of them sharing a blanket. And underneath the blanket, Soobin’s hand was ghosting over the base of Beomgyu’s stomach, lightly drumming his fingers right underneath his navel. Right above his public bone. If Soobin moved a centimeter lower, he’d feel the coarse curls that sit right above his dick.  

But Soobin knows that too, and therefore did not move his hand lower. What he did do is bring his other hand up to gently scratch Beomgyu’s head, giving special care to Beomgyu’s nape and the area behind Beomgyu’s ears. And Beomgyu had to bite his cheek to resist the moan that threatened to escape his throat. 

And then Soobin chuckled like the insufferable bastard he is. And Beomgyu was so far gone at that point. Past the point of no return. He’s 100% sure Soobin could feel how hard he was. 

So here they are now. Beomgyu and Soobin wrapped in a blanket of sexual tension while the other members remain oblivious to his suffering. Beomgyu had no clue that the movie had ended until the end credits rolled around. And while Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Kai were animatedly discussing the movie, Beomgyu doesn’t remember anything and opts to excuse himself with a mumble. And he retreats to his room to deal with his rapidly growing problem, closing the door quietly and praying that nobody will be able to hear him.

It really shouldn’t surprise him when Soobin follows suit, opening the door immediately as it’s shut and locking the door. 

And Beomgyu, being very very hard and wanting some privacy, groans in frustration and asks, “What the fuck do you want, Choi Soobin? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

And if Soobin didn't know exactly why Beomgyu wanted to be alone, he would’ve been extremely hurt. Instead, he’s amused and feigns an innocent smile when he says, “Why would I leave you alone? I’m your leader, I’m here to help you with whatever problem you have!” 

And he steps closer and closer, crowding Beomgyu’s space.  

Beomgyu is so unbelievably turned on, and he’s sure that Soobin is too, because Soobin is staring at him with so much carnal intensity that Beomgyu can’t even look him in the eyes. 

Eventually, Beomgyu lets out a soft whimper and whispers, “I just want to jerk off in peace hyung.”

To which Soobin murmurs lowly, right next to Beomgyu’s ear, “I can help you with that if you want.” And then he ghosts his lips over the shell of Beomgyu’s ear, and if Beomgyu wasn’t 5 seconds away from cumming untouched, if he had some semblance of intelligence remaining, he would ask more questions. He would try to define what they have. He would at least ask why Soobin was doing all of this. 

Instead, Beomgyu looks down at the tent in his pants and nods. And the ghosting lips on his ear finally touch, sucking gently. Beomgyu can hardly stay standing up, his legs quivering with each gentle touch. Soobin trails his hands all over Beomgyu’s torso, over his taut abdomen, his muscular arms, and his smooth back. 

And then Soobin grabs the waistband of Beomgyu’s pants and pulls down, leaving him in just boxers. Then with a questioning look, Soobin hooks his thumb into the waistband of his boxers. And if Beomgyu could articulate any words, he’d probably give an enthusiastic yes. 

Instead, he just pushes Soobin’s hand down with a whine, freeing his hard, leaking dick.

Beomgyu has never been more turned on in his life. And it doesn’t help that Soobin is just staring at his dick like it’s the most fascinating thing in the whole world. And then the hand that is resting on his hip moves slowly to the base of Beomgyu’s dick. And Beomgyu screws his eyes shut and prays he doesn’t immediately cum all over Soobin. 

Soobin’s hand is significantly larger than Beomgyu’s. And though Beomgyu is perfectly average in size, Soobin’s hand practically engulfs the entire length, which gives him a feeling he has never experienced before. His hand is so warm, the calluses providing the perfect friction, and when Soobin moves his hand in slow, tentative strokes, it reduces Beomgyu to a whining mess.

“Hyung” , he whimpers breathily, “Soobin-hyung I’m not going to last if you keep this up.” The sentence comes out in a strangled whisper. 

“Then don’t. You can cum anytime you’d like.” Soobin’s voice sounds strained, and when Beomgyu opens his eyes, he’s greeted with the sight of Soobin staring at him, lips parted, and he absentmindedly feels a hard protrusion pressing into his stomach. And Beomgyu realizes that Soobin-hyung is hard because he’s getting me off. 

The thought of that alone sends Beomgyu over the edge, hips bucking erratically into Soobin’s hand, screwing his eyes shut, mouth parted in a perfect ‘O’ shape, and whispering “Soobin-hyung Soobin-hyung Soobin-hyung.” 

And then, absolutely nothing. Soobin just wipes his hand like he didn’t just give Beomgyu the most mind-blowing handjob he’s ever gotten. Like he isn’t covered in Beomgyu’s cum. Like he didn’t just fulfill one of Beomgyu’s deepest desires. The only thing Soobin does is give Beomgyu a smile and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Beomie. Sleep well.” And then he’s out the door.

Leaving Beomgyu standing there, legs quivering, mind racing, soft dick still out. What the fuck just happened?

 //////

Although Beomgyu has had the opportunity multiple times to talk about what happened that night, he doesn’t. Instead, like the pervert he is, he just jerks off to it regularly. 

However, it does cause a slight issue when they’re preparing for their comeback. Because Beomgyu is extremely stressed and worried about this comeback. Because Beomgyu has had no free time to masturbate, which means he’s also pent up. And mostly because Soobin looks so unbelievably sexy in black clothing with his hair slicked back. And Beomgyu wonders how it’d feel to be the one holding his hair back while Soobin sucked him off. 

Fuck, now Beomgyu is getting hard. Which is bad because these pants are really really tight, and everyone will be able to see. 

Thankfully, they’re filming Yeonjun’s parts of the music video. Taehyun and Kai are currently cuddling in the corner, taking a quick nap before it’s their turn to be filmed. 

And Beomgyu has about 10 minutes before he’s needed. Which is admittedly more than enough time for him to run to the bathroom, take care of this growing problem, and come back before anyone notices he’s missing. 

Unfortunately, he doesn’t even make it to the bathroom before Soobin corners him, a smug look on his face. He smells really good and looks even better and I really just need 2 minutes to myself but I can’t blow off Soobin-hyung because then he’ll be upset. Beomgyu’s thoughts continue to spiral until he hears Soobin call his name.

 “Beomgyu-yah.”

“Yes Soobin-hyung?”

“I said, do you want me to help you relieve your stress?”

Now Beomgyu may be a little dense, but he knows exactly what Soobin is proposing. The same thing he did during movie night. 

“Beomgyu-yah? You can say no. I’ll turn around and leave if you want to be alone.” And really, isn’t this exactly what Beomgyu wanted? To be alone so he can rub one out?

Instead, he reaches out and grabs Soobin’s hand, pulling him closer until Soobin is bracketing him against the wall. And fuck if that isn’t one of the hottest things Beomgyu has seen. Soobin easily towers over him and the only thing Beomgyu can see is Soobin. The only thing he can smell is Soobin. All his senses are overwhelmed with Soobin. Beomgyu can feel his crush on Soobin multiply by 1000. 

Then Soobin leans down to whisper into Beomgyu’s reddening ear. But instead of saying anything, he just licks the tip of Beomgyu’s ear and Beomgyu has to clutch the front of Soobin’s shirt, hoping he doesn’t accidentally wrinkle it. But Soobin clicks his tongue and whispers into Beomgyu’s ear as a warning. “Beomgyu-yah, do you want everyone to know what we’re doing? I thought we were going to keep this our secret.”

And Beomgyu really likes the sound of that, because it implies that this will happen again. So Beomgyu unclenches his fists from the front of Soobin’s shirt and smoothes the wrinkles, feeling Soobin’s taut muscles beneath his hands. Soobin kisses his ear as a reward, and Beomgyu holds onto Soobin’s arms to support his shaking legs. And the wrinkles are gone now, but Beomgyu continues to rub his hand up and down Soobin’s muscles, quietly admiring the progress he’s made in such a short amount of time. 

 Soobin smiles, showing his cute dimples, and Beomgyu just wants to reach out and poke. But right now, he’s gently guiding Soobin’s hand to the front of his pants. It’s too tight and if Soobin won’t take care of it, Beomgyu thinks, then I will leave to do it myself.  

 But perhaps Soobin can read his mind, because as soon as the thought finishes, Soobin finally unzips the front of his pants, freeing his leaking, hard cock. Painfully hard, harder than movie night. The tip is flushed a passionate shade of red, and the vein running alongside is protruding. As soon as Soobin touches Beomgyu’s dick, Beomgyu bucks his hip and bites his lip to prevent the whine that threatens to escape. And Soobin smiles at that too. He’s too cute . 

“Good job, Beomgyu-yah. Stay quiet for me while I take care of you, okay?” And with those parting words, Soobin wraps his hand around the base of Beomgyu’s cock and begins to stroke up and down at a rapid pace. Beomgyu is keening at the sweet sweet friction, and his lips are red from how hard he’s biting on them. His hands seek purchase for something before he falls down, but since he can’t clutch Soobin’s shirt or the wall, he just endures. When his orgasm approaches, his toes curl and his thighs shake, so Soobin wraps his free arm around Beomgyu’s small waist, which drives them both absolutely crazy. 

When Beomgyu realizes that he’s about to cum, he gives Soobin a short, feeble warning that comes out as a breathy moan, “Hyung, ‘m close.”

Then, Soobin twists his fist a little and that’s all it takes to push Beomgyu over the edge. He cums with a strangled cry, slapping a hand over his mouth so as not to alert any staff members. And Soobin diligently strokes him through his intense orgasm until Beomgyu whines from oversensitivity. 

Beomgyu feels utterly boneless and slumps to the floor when Soobin gently unwraps his arm from Beomgyu’s waist. Soobin smiles down at Beomgyu with his damn beautiful dimple shining brightly. Then, he raises his soiled hand and licks Beomgyu’s cum off of his palm and fingers. His tongue darts out and swirls around, and if Beomgyu didn’t just cum, he would definitely be hard again. Instead, all he can do is watch the mesmerizing display. 

And just like last time, Soobin acts like he didn’t just destroy Beomgyu’s sense of reality. He smiles at Beomgyu and tells him, “You only have 2 minutes left before they start looking for you.” With those parting words, Soobin heads to the bathroom, probably to wash his hands. 

Beomgyu shakily stands up, slaps his face a couple of times, and fixes his pants before heading back. He passes by a mirror and takes a look at his appearance. Tousled hair, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, blown-out pupils. Honestly, I look kinda hot. Beomgyu admires his appearance for a few moments longer, then fixes his hair to maintain some semblance of normalcy. 

The rest of the shoot goes without a hitch, except Soobin keeps winking at Beomgyu, which consistently turns Beomgyu into a flustered mess.

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After the shoot, Soobin and Beomgyu entered a silent agreement of sorts. Beomgyu would show clear signs of stress, Soobin would corner him, offering to relieve some of his stress, and then they’d do…whatever you can call what they’ve been doing. Friends with benefits? Beomgyu hasn’t put a formal label on it yet. If he had to pick an accurate name, it’d be “best friends with benefits except one of the friends has a secret crush on the other.”

But that doesn’t roll off the tongue easily, does it?

It also doesn’t help that most of the time they fuck—which is practically everyday—Soobin is the one who initiates. Beomgyu doesn’t mind taking care of his stress by himself, but Soobin always asks Beomgyu if he’d rather have help, and Beomgyu isn’t going to say no. Rather, he always gives a needy whine of enthusiasm.

Despite Beomgyu’s enthusiastic satisfaction with their arrangement, something is missing, and he can’t quite put his finger on it. 

The turning point in their relationship—in Beomgyu’s mind—happens during promotions. During one of their rare and short breaks, Soobin and Beomgyu find a stolen moment tucked away in a closet for a break while the other members opted to scroll through TikTok or watch YouTube. At this point, Beomgyu is 99% sure the other members are aware of their “secret” arrangement. Beomgyu was expecting the usual; Soobin would make him unbelievably hard, give Beomgyu a handjob, and then leave. 

But this time, Soobin had a different idea. Normally, he’s towering over Beomgyu—which turns Beomgyu on so badly. Instead, Soobin is slowly lowering himself onto his knees, never breaking eye contact with Beomgyu the entire time. 

And Beomgyu groans at the visual of Soobin looking up at him through his beautiful eyes, his hair pushed out of his face to reveal his gorgeous forehead. Then Soobin smiles, a beautiful dimple stamped onto his cheek, and pulls Beomgyu’s zipper down. 

His dick smacks his stomach with a muffled slap, and Soobin chuckles at that. If Beomgyu wasn’t so excited for what might happen, he would’ve huffed and whined. Instead, he just swallows thickly. And Soobin grabs the base of his dick and brings his mouth forward. Beomgyu can feel the soft breaths from Soobin’s nose, which makes his dick twitch. But Soobin doesn’t make any further advances, which annoys Beomgyu to no end. Soobin just stares up at him with a coquettish smile, as if waiting for something. Beomgyu tries to buck his hips forward, but Soobin holds his hips down in place. He whines and thrashes a little, but Soobin still won’t budge. 

“Hyung please ” Beomgyu’s voice comes out as a desperate whisper, breathy and laced with want. 

“Please what, Beomgyu-yah? I’m not a mind reader.” And Soobin punctuates his sentence with a sharp twist of his hand, making Beomgyu keen. 

“Please touch me, hyung.”

“I’m already touching you. Unless you want something else?”

At this point, Beomgyu is so desperate, so far gone, that any shred of shame has dissipated from his body. And so, he says, “Soobin-hyung, I want you to put your mouth on my dick and suck me off.”

Soobin’s smile is replaced with a coy smirk. “Tsk, so vulgar. Who taught you to speak like that to your elders?”

Before Beomgyu can say anything else, Soobin finally grants Beomgyu’s request and licks the head of Beomgyu’s pretty cock. Then he wraps his lips around the delicate tip and sucks, hollowing out his cheeks and looking up at Beomgyu. Beomgyu, however, is so far gone, with his head thrown back, pressed up against the wall. His hands subconsciously make their way to Soobin’s soft hair, fingers lacing between the delicate strands, and grips tightly. Not too tight, but tight enough that Soobin moans around his dick. 

And Soobin sets a steady pace, going up and down the length of Beomgyu’s cock. His tongue darts out occasionally, which sends jolts up and down Beomgyu’s spine. His hand is still wrapped tightly around the base so that Soobin doesn’t choke. And his cheeks remain perpetually hollowed. Even though Soobin’s jaw probably hurts, he doesn’t once let up. 

When Beomgyu is nearing his orgasm, Soobin knows, because Beomgyu is incoherently chanting his name with a series of high-pitched whimpers that has Soobin’s gut swirling with deep desire. The fingers in his hair tighten slightly, his nails gently scratch at his scalp with each movement. And that drives Soobin absolutely crazy. Right before Beomgyu cums, Soobin pulls off with a pop and before Beomgyu can whine, he says, “Beomgyu-yah, I want you to watch me.”

Then, he puts his lips back on, never breaking eye contact. And Beomgyu is glad that Soobin made him look, because Soobin looks so fucked out and sexy. His hair all tousled, flushed cheeks, a mix of pre-cum and saliva smeared all over his mouth, hollowed cheeks, and somehow, the dimple is there too. 

And as soon as Soobin becomes moving, he cums. He cums down Soobin’s throat without any significant warning, and Soobin uses his tongue to lap up the remnants of Beomgyu’s orgasm. He doesn’t stop until Beomgyu starts to cry a little from the oversensitivity. 

As Soobin stands up and makes his way to leave, Beomgyu grabs his wrist.

“Soobin-hyung…” Beomgyu’s voice is deep and raspy with a unique timbre that makes Soobin’s dick twitch in his jeans. “Stay here. Let me take care of you now.”

“That’s okay Beomgyu-yah. I’m going to head out. Make sure to clean up before you come back to the studio.” 

The tone of his statement left no room for argument as Soobin all-but ran out the door. Leaving Beomgyu in his haze, in a small closet, staring at the ceiling and thinking to himself.

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The past few months passed in a blur of busy schedules and constant stress relief. And it’s embarrassing that it took this long for Beomgyu to realize something. 

He hasn’t seen Soobin’s dick. 

Well, he has , but not in the same context that Soobin has seen Beomgyu’s. Every single time they find a private moment to get each other off, it’s just Soobin getting Beomgyu off and then leaving to take care of himself. Despite Beomgyu’s constant protests otherwise. Once, Beomgyu immediately got on his knees and fumbled for the zipper on Soobin’s jeans, but Soobin just got on his knees too and insisted that Beomgyu lay back and allow Soobin to help him. 

And Beomgyu could never say no to Soobin. 

Once, Beomgyu even managed to dip his hand below the waistband of Soobin’s boxers. But Soobin just pressed his thigh along the front of Bemogyu’s jeans, and that was enough to cause Beomgyu’s hand to slip out and clutch Soobin’s shoulders for support. 

Every single time Beomgyu thinks he’s going to be able to do something, Soobin either distracts him or outright tells him that he doesn’t need Beomgyu’s help. Which is offensive. Why can’t Beomgyu return the favor?

And in retaliation, instead of talking things out like a mature adult, he decides to give Soobin blue balls by denying his frequent advances. 

To be honest, it’s definitely more torturous for Beomgyu than it is for Soobin, considering how Soobin’s demeanor has remaining chipper and Beomgyu’s demeanor has fizzled into a constant state of tempestuousness. 

Or so he believes, because Beomgyu can’t see the agonized stolen glances that Soobin sends his way when his back is turned. Nor can he see the tears that have painted Soobin’s pillow at night. Nor does he know that Soobin has been attempting to ask Beomgyu what the problem is. But in poor ways.

For example, instead of asking Beomgyu directly, he asks him very vaguely. He says something along the lines of, “Beomgyu-yah, if you want to tell me something, I’m always there to listen.” To which Beomgyu cocks his head to the side in confusion, exposing the alluring slope of his neck, which distracts Soobin from pressing the matter any further. 

All attempts on Soobin’s part have ended in similar results. 

Beomgyu, on the other hand, was too oblivious to notice Soobin’s extremely passive attempts at reconciliation. He just continued on, denying his advances in anger from a rejection that occurred weeks ago. 

Eventually, Soobin gets sick and tired of this childish cat fight and corners Beomgyu in his own dorm room during their one day off. Beomgyu decided to laze the day away, resting atop his bed with his phone in hand. When Beomgyu hears Soobin say, “Beomgyu, we need to talk,” Beomgyu doesn’t stir, eyes and hands glued to his phone like it’s suddenly showing a very interesting video. But when Beomgyu hears the lock click closed, he flinches and stares at Soobin like a deer in headlights.  

Soobin looks…pissed off to say the least. Soobin was definitely playing with hair out of nerves since his bangs have gotten frizzy from being touched so much. And he keeps poking at his legs as if asking them to stop moving around. His nostrils are flared and his expression is cold. 

So Beomgyu places his phone gingerly to the side and sits up in bed, staring at Soobin, challenging him to say something. Soobin eagerly rises to the challenge, maybe a bit too eagerly, because he says, “Beomgyu-yah, what the fuck is going on with you?”

Perhaps starting a discussion—which was supposed to be amicable—with “what the fuck is wrong with you” is a piss poor way to do it. Because Beomgyu bristles at the harsh tone and sharp language and has a knee-jerk reaction to it. “What the fuck is wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, Soobin?” 

“It’s Soobin- hyung to you, you tempestuous brat! One moment you’re begging me to suck you off and the next you’re avoiding me, insisting on taking care of the problem yourself!” 

Well, Beomgyu wasn’t expecting that. Maybe a little, but not enough to stop the flush from rising to his face. “You won’t let me help you with your problems! I’m not a selfish prick, hyung. I want to help you the same way you help me, but instead you insist on solely taking care of me. How am I supposed to feel? Am I that unattractive that you won’t let me help you? Are you hiding something from me? Is your dick ugly or small, because I won’t care about those things at all!” Beomgyu knows that it’s a stretch to assume that, but he wants to provoke Soobin into spilling his feelings. 

“What? No! I’m just a bit…insecure is all. Why would you think that I find you unattractive? I don’t go around sucking Yeonjun-hyung’s dick or Taehyun’s dick! What we have, erm, had is exclusive to us. Just the two of us. Soobin and Beomgyu.”

“Then why did you start helping me in the first place? What did I do to deserve this?”

“It’s because you’re so fucking attractive and I like you too much, you idiot!” Soobin is practically yelling at this point, eyes closed and face red from all the emotional outbursts he’s having.

“You—what?” Beomgyu visibly pales at what Soobin just said. And Soobin also visibly pales at what Soobin just said. Both of their faces are red. 

And Soobin scrambles to leave before Beomgyu can say anything more. Thankfully, Beomgyu is quick on his feet and blocks the door. 

“What did you just say, hyung?” Beomgyu’s voice has dropped to a soft whisper. He looks up at Soobin, long lashes framing his eyes and his chest rises up and down to the beat of their hesitant breaths. 

“Move out of the way, Beomgyu-yah.” Soobin’s voice is cold and steely, not at all like it usually is when he’s talking to Beomgyu. 

But Beomgyu is stubborn, more stubborn than Soobin sometimes. “No, repeat what you said. I want to make sure I heard it correctly.” 

“I like you. I really really like you. As more than a friend. And I have for a while. And I’m sorry for being cre—“ Before Soobin can finish his sentence, Beomgyu crashes his lips onto Soobin’s in a fiery kiss, eyes squeezed shut and a smile evident in the messiness of the kiss. And Soobin instinctively wraps his arm around Beomgyu and cups his face to deepen the kiss a bit. The kiss is obscenely lewd, with more tongue than anything else. When Soobin pulls back, Beomgyu’s lips are unbelievably swollen and spit-slicked. His breathing is heavy with his chest heaving up and down, and he’s pleased to see the same in Beomgyu. 

As if this moment couldn’t get any better, Beomgyu says, “I like you too, hyung. A lot. For years.” Then drops to his knees and says, “Let me show you just how much I love you.”

And Beomgyu looks up at Soobin with wide eyes, as if asking for permission before continuing. And to Beomgyu’s surprise, Soobin tentatively hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and pushes down until they sit at his ankles. 

Soobin isn’t even fully hard yet, but the tip is already sticking out from his boxers. Then, Beomgyu lowers Soobin’s boxers to expose the full length of his dick. He was expecting to see a small or ugly dick because why else would Soobin be insecure? Instead, it’s a long, beautiful dick with a prominent vein and a slight arch to it. The tip is flushed a pretty shade of pink, and it reaches just below Soobin’s belly button. 

Holy shit, the sight of Soobin’s cock embarrassingly makes Beomgyu’s mouth water with anticipation and want. He’s just staring at it while Soobin buries his face in the crook of his elbow. He’s so turned on by the idea of Soobin being so much bigger than him. Since Beomgyu’s on his knees, Soobin literally towers over him, his large thighs practically bracket his face, and his large lands hover near Beomgyu’s head, more than capable of manhandling him. Just the thought of the sheer difference in size makes him whimper a little. 

“Hyung, why would you be insecure about this? It’s hands down the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen. I’m actually excited to suck you off.” For some reason, that makes Soobin chuckle, which eases his nerves enough to lower his arm and place it on Beomgyu’s head, giving encouraging scratches that elicit shivers down Beomgyu’s spine. 

Beomgyu obviously wasn’t a dick sucking expert. Even if he was, being able to deepthroat Soobin’s abnormally large cock was a daunting task. So he wraps his hand around the base of Soobin’s cock and takes the remainder in as far as he can without choking. Even with his hand, there’s still some dick left and he does his best not to neglect any of the sensitive skin, so he sets a rapid pace, moving his fist in tandem with his mouth. 

Soobin is actually in heaven. His thoughts are on cloud 9. This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. There’s no way that Beomgyu is actually sucking me off and there’s no way it feels this good and there’s no way he likes me back.

But he’s quickly brought back to reality by his rapidly approaching orgasm. When Soobin looks down, he’s greeted by the prettiest sight he has ever seen in his entire life. Beomgyu is focused on the task at hand, sucking relentlessly while swirling his tongue around the head of his dick every time he pulls back. He doesn't stop once, not even to breathe. And it’s evident that Beomgyu’s struggling a little—there are tears sticking to his long eyelashes that threaten to spill. When Beomgyu closes his eyes and furrows his brows to concentrate more, the tears only grow larger in size.

“Beomgyu-yah, you look so pretty for me. You’re doing so good for hyung.” The words slip out of Soobin’s mouth before he can stop them, and he has half a mind to be embarrassed by the praise, except Beomgyu moans around Soobin’s cock, and the vibrations send jolts of pleasure throughout his body.

So he just lets loose. “Look at you, my sweet baby, all pliant and pretty for hyung. Have you been dreaming of this moment too?” Beomgyu nods enthusiastically with another moan.

“You’re nobody else’s, got it? You’re all mine. This will always be our little stress relief, because I like you so much. I want to be yours in the way nobody else will ever be. I want to watch you come apart because of me. I want you to know that I’m always thinking of you. How can I not, when you look like you were made to suck dick.” Beomgyu’s tears are flowing, but that doesn’t even deter him, not when Soobin is praising him like no tomorrow. 

“I’m getting close Beomgyu-yah.” Soobin moves one of his hands to caress Beomgyu’s cheek. “Do you want me to pull out? Or should I just cum down your throat?” Beomgyu moans at the second option. And Soobin loses a bit of self control when he grabs Beomgyu’s hair and starts fucking his mouth a little. 

Beomgyu doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems like he really likes it, moaning wantonly around Soobin’s cock, not caring if anyone hears, not caring if he looks utterly fucked out. 

When Soobin finally does cum, he cums with a pretty, high-pitched cry down Beomgyu’s throat. And Beomgyu swallows it all enthusiastically, licking the oversensitive tip to swipe every last drop. Soobin drops down to his knees and gives Beomgyu a surging kiss, licking messily into his mouth, tasting himself on Beomgyu’s tongue. The flavor itself isn’t pleasant at all, but the idea of Beomgyu swallowing his cum and then tasting it just drives Soobin crazy. 

“Beomgyu-yah” comes Soobin’s voice, hazy and thick. “Let me take care of you.”

“Uh, no need to hyung.”

“What?” Soobin has a perplexed expression on his face, his brows furrowing cutely. “Why not?”

“It’s…” Beomgyu’s face is bright red now. Combined with his teary, shiny eyes and his swollen, slick lips, Soobin ingrains this visual into his mind forever, probably to be used every single time he jerks off. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Why is it—oh.” Soobin can see the wet spot on the front of Beomgyu’s blue jeans. He came. Untouched. Just from sucking Soobin off. 

“Choi Beomgyu. You’re going to be the death of me.” Soobin kisses Beomgyu again, passionate and slow. Cupping his jaw and letting himself get lost in Beomgyu. Then he peppers light kisses all over Beomgyu’s face, making Beomgyu smile.

The intensity of the confession coupled with the intensity of the orgasms pushes them to go to sleep. And even though there’s not a lot of room on Beomgyu’s bed, they both fit. With Soobin pulling Beomgyu to his chest and Beomgyu leaving soft kisses all over. 

Facing the other members the next day was going to be awkward. But for now, they can bask in the comfortable space underneath Beomgyu’s blanket.

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Months after the heated confession, Soobin and Beomgyu fell into a mutual routine of stress relief. A comfortable routine that needed no alteration.

Except, Beomgyu wanted there to be more. Although Soobin gave excellent handjobs and even better blowjobs, they didn’t really talk about going further, nor did they talk about their impromptu confession. 

Soobin would give Beomgyu extra kisses and dote on him a little more than normal, but nothing that really solidified their relationship status. And though the blowjobs grew in frequency and became a regular practice, they still haven’t progressed beyond blowjobs. 

So now, Beomgyu went from “friends with benefits” to “best friends who like each other with cuddly sex”

But that’s the other issue. There’s no “sex” in the traditional sense. Most of the time, their clothes are still on as they rush to finish what they started in a secluded corner away from staff and the other members. 

(Although, Yeonjun has offered multiple times to take the maknaes out for a movie and dinner if Beomgyu and Soobin ever wanted the dorm all to themselves.)

That’s how Beomgyu landed in the following situation. Which he creatively titled “The Incident”.

Consider this: a horny K-pop idol who just wants to have sex with his best friend/almost boyfriend/crush/significant other/whatever you want to call them. When said K-pop idol wants to take things to the next level, he’s too shy or afraid to talk about it, because what they have right now is a delicate, well-crafted balance that could teeter dangerously into disaster (or so he thinks). 

So instead of talking about it, he just…practices for his dreams. Which is why he’s currently face down, ass up in his bedroom all alone, fingers dripping with lube, squelching in and out of his asshole, curling as they go in and rubbing his walls as they come back out. 

Beomgyu has never fingered himself before. He never really had a reason to considering he’s an idol who didn’t plan on having sex with anyone for a long time, much less his…his Soobin. 

And he honestly thought that he’d be in charge, taking care of someone else and watching them come apart in front of him, either female or male really. But there’s no way he can conceivably fuck Soobin, not when Soobin is packing a cock that’s significantly larger than Beomgyu’s. Not when Soobin all but begs to take care of Beomgyu. 

Yea, he’s probably going to be taking Soobin’s large dick up the ass. And that takes a lot of prep. 

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The first time he tried fingering himself was a month before “The Incident”, a few days after he gave Soobin a blowjob. After realizing how well-endowed Soobin was, and after realizing that he might actually be able to fuck Soobin, he decided to put in some work to make the future endeavor as pleasurable as possible. 

So he laid down on his bed, legs spread and fingers spit-slicked, ready to finger himself. He stuck the first finger in and felt nothing but pain. The friction was irritating and displeasing, he couldn’t relax so his finger was practically stuck, and his thighs squeezed, trying to remove the sudden intrusion. Once he was able to breathe a little, he attempted to add a second finger, only to be met with further resistance and a sharp pain. So he pulled his finger out and wiped it clean, sighing heavily at his failure, calling it a day.

Of course, the next day, a little research made him realize what he’s forgetting. So when he went to the drugstore at 2am to purchase lube and disguised it by also buying ice cream, he made sure to buy silicone-water hybrid lube, which is considered to be most efficient for anal play. Plus, the one he purchased smelled like mangosteen, which is Soobin’s favorite fruit (and allegedly it tasted like mangosteen too. But Beomgyu didn't try that out). 

Then, to his sheer misfortune, he wasn’t able to get any privacy because Soobin came into his room not even 5 minutes after he got back. Beomgyu scrambled to hide the lube in a drawer somewhere before Soobin immediately started making out with Beomgyu. 

And Beomgyu almost—keyword: almost— forgot about his 2am impromptu purchase because Soobin is kissing him with a newfound hunger. It’s messy, with saliva everywhere and tongues just sliding against each other. But it still makes Beomgyu weak in the knees, especially when Soobin wraps his arm around Beomgyu’s waist and pulls him impossibly closer. 

Beomgyu can feel just how needy Soobin is, with a damp protrusion pressing into his side while Soobin noses at Beomgyu’s neck. He’s not quite sure what it is about his neck that drives Soobin absolutely insane, but Soobin mouths at his neck like today’s his last day on Earth—hot, open-mouthed kisses, sucking lightly but never enough to leave a mark. 

“One day, Beomgyu-yah, I’m going to mark you up so that everyone knows that you’re mine. I bet you’d look so pretty, purple hickeys all over your beautiful skin.” Soobin’s murmuring into his neck, and the vibrations from his voice make his neck more sensitive. Or maybe it’s what Soobin said about being his that Beomgyu so desperately wants to be a reality. His hips buck involuntarily at the statement, and Soobin smiles into his neck. 

Then Soobin pulls down his cow-print pajama pants, and Beomgyu has half a mind to think Soobin-hyung is just too cute before Soobin’s dick slaps against his side, making an obscene noise. The pre-cum is dripping down the length of his dick, providing a natural lubricant for Beomgyu’s lips to slide against. 

Soobin applies a very gentle pressure to the talk of Beomgyu’s head, coaxing him to get down on his knees and do what he does best: sucking Soobin off until he cums. 

Beomgyu understands the hint immediately and drops to his knees, until Soobin lifts him back up and places a pillow right in front of him. A small gesture that makes Beomgyu’s heart beat 10 times faster because Soobin is such a gentleman, so caring of Beomgyu. 

Then Beomgyu drops back down onto his knees, the pillow providing comfort on the hard, carpeted floor. Then Soobin grabs Beomgyu’s hair and brings his mouth closer until Beomgyu’s lips are wrapped around the tip, just the way he likes. That part is normal. 

What isn’t normal, however, is when Soobin starts talking while Beomgyu is sucking him off. Usually, Soobin is quiet, save for a few praises and a combination of Beomgyu’s name with a moan. 

This time, Soobin is saying straight filth . At first, Beomgyu thought he was imagining it. But there’s no mistaking the breathy pitch of Soobin’s voice when he’s moaning through his words. 

“I love the way you looked, so fucked out because of me. Taking my cock like it’s the best thing in the world. Your lips look like they were made to take my dick.”

When Beomgyu’s eyes start to water a little from the pressure at the back of his throat, Soobin brings a thumb to his eyes and wipes, saying, “You’re so good to me Beomgyu. Still sucking my dick while you’re crying like a good little slut.” 

And Beomgyu actually moans at all the dirty talk. It’s too much, thinking about fingering himself while sucking Soobin’s dick while Soobin is talking like that. 

But what really sends Beomgyu over the edge is what Soobin says right before he cums. “I bet you’d look even better under me, coming apart while I fuck you nice and rough. You wanna take hyung’s big dick? I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you. And I’d like that even more. So pretty, Beomgyu-yah is the prettiest face I’ve ever seen.”

“I bet it’d look even prettier with my cum all over it.” Soobin whispers that last part in such a seductive tone, with his head lolled back. Beomgyu can tell Soobin is close, and right before he can cum, he moves back, Soobin’s dick sliding out with a soft pop. 

Soobin whines at the sudden loss of warmth, but when he looks down, he sees why. Beomgyu is staring at him expectantly, waiting for Soobin to cum on his face . Flushed face staring up at him through long lashes, spit and pre-cum all over his chin, his mouth, his lips, and on part of his neck. He tilts his face towards Soobin’s dick and strokes hesitantly, muttering in a hoarse voice, “You can cum on my face, hyung.”

And that sends Soobin so far over the edge that his vision blacks out and all he can see is Beomgyu’s pretty face covered in his cum. For the first time, Soobin actually has to sit down after his orgasm from the sheer intensity of it. 

Soobin takes a few breaths to steady himself before he asks, “Beomgyu, do you want me to help you?”

Normally, Beomgyu would give an enthusiastic yes. But this time, he really wants to try fingering himself to orgasm, which really wouldn’t take that long considering how far gone he is. So he gives a timid head shake, which Soobin raises an eyebrow at but doesn’t question further. 

With a peck on the cheek and after cleaning Beomgyu’s face, Soobin takes his leave, giving Beomgyu some much needed privacy. Which Beomgyu plans to take full advantage of. 

This time, Beomgyu locks the door. And retrieves his brand new bottle of lube. Removing his clothes, placing a towel, and laying down in his bed, he coats his fingers with enough lube so that it drips onto the towel beneath him. Then, he tentatively sticks a finger in, which practically glides in compared to the last time. It’s still a bit of a tight fit, and it hurts a little to move. But it’s not unpleasant. Rather, it feels nice when he curls his fingers a little. Then, he adds a second finger and experimentally curls his fingers upwards, searching for a sweet spot. 

Of course, he doesn’t find it, because that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? It takes him less time to adjust, finding the pain to subside into a pleasurable buzz that fills his head. But when he adds a third finger and curls, he hits his prostate, making his toes curl and he moans loudly without even meaning to. He slaps a relatively clean hand over his mouth, worried that someone would hear. But nobody came by and hopefully they were all asleep or ignoring him. Because he does it again, and again, and again. 

It only takes a little bit of stimulation to have him cuming in thick ropes all over his stomach, his chest, and some even landed on his chin (not a lot, just a bit). And his eyes squeeze shut while he rides the high of his orgasm. Once he’s done, he tries to remove his fingers, but he’s so unbelievably sensitive that it brings tears to his eyes to even move a finger. 

After sitting there immobilized for a couple of minutes, he slowly blinks his tears away and removes his fingers, coated in lube. He wipes his hands clean on the towel and shakily gets up from the bed to head to the bathroom and wash his hands. 

Yea, he was definitely trying that again. 

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Honestly, Beomgyu should’ve seen “The Incident'' coming. After all, because of his newfound interest in fingering himself, he would decline Soobin’s advances each time he offered to return the favor. 

The fingering started out as a way to finish the job. After all, most of the time, he would cum right after sucking Soobin’s dick. But lately, he’s been hiding himself in his room, imagining the scene Soobin laid out for him at 2am after buying lube. 

And he’s been experimenting with different positions. He tried riding his fingers, which hurts so badly for his wrist. One and done. Then he tried lying down flat instead of sitting upright, which also hurt his wrist. But then he found the magical position, face down, ass up, fingers snaking behind his back and over the swell of his ass. 

That position felt astronomically better than anything else. So it became his go-to. 

So when they finally have a day off to do whatever they want to, of course Soobin expects Beomgyu to have sex with him. This is literally the free moment they’ve been dreaming of for weeks! 

But instead, Beomgyu just stays in his room all day and doesn’t come out, except to eat breakfast and lunch. And to say Soobin is flabbergasted would be an understatement. 

If Soobin thought about it for just a second, maybe he would’ve knocked. Maybe he would have warned Beomgyu before coming into his room. But he’s horny, damn it! He can’t be expected to think when all the blood has left his brain and gone straight to his dick.

Especially when he barges in and is greeted with the most erotic sight he’s ever witnesssed. 

Beomgyu, face down, ass up in his bedroom all alone, fingers dripping with lube, squelching in and out of his asshole, curling as they go in and rubbing his walls as they come back out. Moaning “Soobin-hyung, Soobin-hyung, Soobin-hyung” over and over again. He’s moaning his name while looking like that. 

If Soobin wasn’t so stunned, he would’ve said something coy like, “If you wanted me to help, you could’ve just asked.” Or “Let me give you a hand with that.”

Instead he just stands there and gapes. When Beomgyu cums all over the sheets below him, Soobin just stares and watches like a pervert. And Soobin lets out a little gasp, hoping he wasn’t heard. 

Unfortunately, Beomgyu turns around at the unwelcome sound and pales. Because Soobin just watched him finger himself embarrassingly at the simple thought of him. And it’s an incredibly vulnerable position to be in: on all fours, completely naked, mindlessly chasing his own pleasure.

And so Soobin, being the brilliant and communicative person he is, just leaves without saying a word. 

And that’s how Beomgyu landed in “The Incident”. Caught face down, ass up, fingering himself to the thought of his not-quite boyfriend. 

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The past week has been incredibly lonely for Beomgyu and Soobin both. They can’t even look each other in the eye without running away. Soobin, because he’s worried that he’ll lose all his self control and just bend Beomgyu over and fuck him silly. Beomgyu, because he’s worried that Soobin is grossed out from the spectacle he witnessed earlier in the week. 

And of course, in typical Beomgyu and Soobin fashion, they don’t talk to each other about it. They just…stew in silence. Dancing around the topic and trying to pretend like there’s nothing wrong. Although, it’s immediately obvious to everyone around them that there’s something amiss. Taehyun and Huening Kai have tried to ask Beomgyu, but Beomgyu would just turn red and shake his head, shutting up like a clam. Yeonjun tried to corner Soobin, telling him that a responsible leader would talk to their members and work things out, but Soobin just mumbled under his breath and walked away, leaving Yeonjun to stare at nothing.

Clearly, the two of them were despondent at the radio silence between them, and running interference wasn’t working. Yeonjun, Taehyung, and Huening Kai were worried that if things don’t improve, they’d have to lock the two of them into a closet until they resolve their issues. 

Thankfully for them, the horny brain is much stronger than the will to continue petty silence. Since promotions have slowed down to an almost halt, the boys get a whole weekend off, all to themselves to do whatever they pleased. They only have to film TXT To-Do, which doesn’t take as much time as it does alongside promotions. 

The other factor at play is that it’s unbelievably hot in the dorms. Seoul was hit with a sudden heatwave, and the AC was not strong enough to combat it. So Soobin walked around the dorm in grey sweatpants and no shirt, showing off his glistening V-line abs and a constant bulge along the front of his sweatpants. Right now, he’s in the kitchen, making himself a cold drink to quell the heat.

For the other members, it’s no problem at all, because none of them are staring at Soobin or his dick. But for Beomgyu, who’s extremely pent up because he's been too afraid to finger himself or jerk off for fear that he’ll be caught again, completely succumbs to the horny brain. He stares south at Soobin’s pants, then feels his blood rushing south. The moment Soobin walks back into his bedroom, Beomgyu follows suit, locking the door shut and carrying a mysterious bottle in his hands. 

Then he says, “Soobin-hyung. Do you want to fuck me?”

Soobin chokes on his drink and sets it aside, bewildered, “What did you say?”

“I said…” Beomgyu begins slowly, taking a deep breath so he doesn’t chicken out, “Do you want to fuck. Me. Fuck me. In the ass. I can take it.”

Soobin’s brain shuts down, reboots, and then starts processing what he’s saying. He has permission? To fuck Beomgyu?

“Beomgyu-yah…I’m warning you right now. Once we start, I'm not sure I can stop. I’ll fuck you until it hurts to move.”

“Then do it. I’m all yours.”

Soobin practically lunges for Beomgyu, grabbing him for a searing kiss. It’s surprisingly not a sloppy one. It’s a tender kiss, one that’s laced with notes of yearning and desperation. 

Soobin whispers, “I missed you” into Beomgyu’s lips, and Beomgyu almost misses it because Soobin immediately kisses him after. 

Beomgyu glides a hand up and down Soobin’s strong back, feels the muscles tense and relax as they move backwards. Soobin falls on the bed and Beomgyu slides right into his lap, moving his hands up and up until they’re carded through Soobin’s hair. Soobin’s hands are on the hem of Beomgyu’s shirt, trying to pull it up. They part for a second to get the shirt over Beomgyu’s head, and then they return, bare chest pressed flush against a bare chest. Soobin’s chest is cool to the tough from the glistening sweat that lightly coats his body. Beomgyu’s chest is warm from the shirt he was wearing. 

Soobin’s roaming hands travel downward, underneath the waistband of Beomgyu’s shorts and palming over his growing erection. Beomgyu throws his head back and whines, with Soobin immediately latching onto his exposed neckline. This time, he litters soft kisses along the vein that runs on the side of his neck. Moving farther down and down until his lips find the perky nipple that’s usually hidden under a shirt. 

Although Soobin’s neck is at an uncomfortable angle, he doesn’t dare move, tongue darting out to tease the hardening pink bud. And Beomgyu whines loudly at the sudden stimulation, his sensitive skin sending jolts through his nerves. 

At least Soobin regained some blood flow to the brain, because he still have enough presence to tease Beomgyu. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” Then before Beomgyu can complain, he wraps his lips around the bud and sucks, using his other hand to tease the neglected nipple on the other side. 

Beomgyu’s hold in Soobin’s hair tightens, and he’s rutting against the front of Soobin’s sweatpants, the friction causing them both to moan. And when Soobin moans, the vibrations stimulate Beomgyu’s nipple even more, making his head fuzzy. 

Beomgyu is the first to pull away with a high-pitched whimper. “Hyung, if you keep going, I’m not going to last.” 

And Soobin complies with his unspoken request, flipping their positions so Beomgyu is lying on his back, with Soobin hovering over him. From this angle, Soobin looks so big, towering over him and caging him in with two arms bracketing either side of Beomgyu. He leans down to give a parting peck, then smoothly removes Beomgyu’s shorts, leaving him to face the cold air with a squawk. 

Soobin doesn’t let him stay cold though, kissing his thighs slowly and sucking. Sucking hard , leaving a trail of pink and red that will later change to purple. 

“I can’t mark you up in places that everyone will see, but at least you can have this memory.” Then Soobin dips his head and continues, trying to cover the vast expanse of Beomgyu’s thighs with his lips and tongue. 

“Hyung, I want your pants off.” And Soobin, so compliant with Beomgyu’s needs, takes off his sweatpants and allows his erection to be free. 

“Hyung, kiss me.” And Soobin complies, standing up and bending over to kiss Beomgyu. At this angle, their dicks are level with each other, and Beomgyu can see the sheer difference in size. He can feel the difference in size when Soobin’s large hands roam over his naked torso and naked thighs, covering a remarkable amount of skin. 

And if Beomgyu wasn’t so impatient and ready to give himself to Soobin, he would’ve dragged this out further. Instead, he moans wantonly and says, “Hyung, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to find someone else who will.”

That stops Soobin dead in his tracks, and he stares Beomgyu dead in the eyes. Both their pupils are blown wide, and Soobin can clearly see the impatience and challenge in his eyes. Not one to push his luck, he leans down and presses a finger at Beomgyu’s entrance. 

“W-wait hyung! Use this.” And Beomgyu leans over to fish out the bottle of lube from the pocket of his shorts, tossing it to Soobin. 

“Mangosteen flavor?” Soobin tries to hide an amused smile at Beomgyu’s sheepish expression.

“Well, it is your favorite fruit. I can’t help but think of you every time I use it.”

“And after this, you won’t be able to think of anything else except me fucking you into the mattress.”

Beomgyu keens at that and spreads his legs a little further, encouraging Soobin. Soobin adds a dollop of lube to his fingers and rubs them with his other hand to warm it up before pressing in. 

Beomgyu hisses at the sudden intrusion. Soobin’s fingers are not only longer than Beomgyu’s, but the knuckles are slightly wider too. So it’s a foreign, pleasant feeling. 

Soobin gives Beomgyu a questioning look before continuing, and Beomgyu gives a nod. To which Soobin inserts a second finger and curls up quickly. He found the right spot with a little bit of searching, which makes Beomgyu grab the sheets and arch his back, his dick twitching a little. 

After adding a third, Soobin can tell that Beomgyu won’t last much longer, so he tilts his hand to the right to avoid the spot. Beomgyu whines and begs Soobin to please please touch me there again but Soobin doesn’t want things to end quickly. 

“One day Beomgyu-yah, I will make you cum from my fingers alone.” And he withdraws his fingers, rolls on a condom, and uses his hand to slick lube on his dick. “But I can’t hold back any longer. Are you ready?”

Instead of answering with a word or a nod, Beomgyu wraps his legs around Soobin’s back and pulls him closer with a groan. 

Soobin tries to push in slowly, but Beomgyu is tensed from anticipation and the sheer size of Soobin. Soobin stops dead in his tracks, half in and half out. 

“Beomgyu-yah, baby, you gotta relax for me.” Beomgyu mentally notes the use of the nickname and tries to relax. 

“Sorry hyung. It’s my first time.”

“It’s your…what?” It’s Soobin’s first time too, but Beomgyu? The popular boy that he was? 

“It’s…my first time.” Beomgyu crosses his arm over his face in embarrassment. But Soobin leans down and peppers kisses all over his face, saying, “Don’t worry. It’s my first time too. We’re figuring it out together.”

After a minute of comfortable silence, Beomgyu speaks up, “Hyung, I think I’m ready to continue.”

Soobin pushes forward very slowly and carefully so as not to hurt Beomgyu. And clearly, Beomgyu is more relaxed, because the slide in is no longer painful or impossible. 

Once Soobin is fully seated, he has to physically resist the urge to move, gripping onto Beomgyu’s waists while he adjusts to the length. 

After what feels like forever, Beomgyu finally gives Soobin the green light to continue. So Soobin thrusts shallowly, still afraid of hurting Beomgyu, but Beomgyu is frustrated and says, “Soobin-hyung! I want you to fuck me like you mean it! Show me what that uselessly large dick can do.”

And Soobin just smiles, dimples on display, and pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in, making the bed rock and Beomgyu’s back arches up again. Then Soobin doesn’t stop. He continues to pull out almost all the way and thrust in. 

Beomgyu asks him to go faster, and Soobin leans forward, slams his arm next to Beomgyu’s head, and sets a brutal pace, thrusting in and out as quickly as he can. A couple of times, his dick slips out and he just slides it right back in. Beomgyu doesn’t say anything, too far gone to even comment.

When Soobin angles his thrusts slightly to the left, he hits Beomgyu’s sweet spot, and Beomgyu moans, “Ah, hyung!” In a guttural, choked out moan.

And Soobin does not relent, continuing to thrust in that same position. When he notices Beomgyu’s hand trying to snake down, he uses his other hand to pin Beomgyu’s wrists above him, and Beomgyu moans and whines. 

“I want you to cum from my dick alone. I want to see you when you cum around me. I know you’re going to look so pretty for me. I love the way you look for me. I love the way you sound. I love everything about you.” And Soobin thrusts even faster and harder somehow, his resolve giving him the energy to continue.

Beomgyu doesn’t last long after that, cumming with Soobin’s name on his lips and tears running down his face. And Soobin shallowly thrusts through Beomgyu’s orgasm until he complains that it’s too much. 

Soobin is almost there, so he pulls out and watches in fascination as Beomgyu clenches around the air. He quickly pulls off the condom, strokes one, two, three times before Beomgyu says, “Cum all over my face, hyung.” 

And Soobin always listens to Beomgyu, so he does. Thick, hot stripes of cum land all over Beomgyu’s face. Some of it misses and lands on Beomgyu’s chest, which paints a pretty scene for Soobin to burn into his memory forever. 

Suddenly boneless, he practically falls onto the bed beside Beomgyu and sighs contentedly. He tries to wrap an arm around Beomgyu for post-coital cuddles, but he can’t because Beomgyu pushes him off and says, “Clean up first!”

With a grumble, Soobin stands back up, grabs a wet towel, and quickly wipes them down before settling beside Beomgyu and engulfing him in a hug. 

“You know, Beomie—” Soobin starts but Beomgyu interrupts him. 

“Hyung, I love you a lot.” The tears are still there and Soobin wants to kiss them away. “I really do. I want us to be more than…whatever this is.”

“I do too, Beomie. And…I love you too. I’ve loved you ever since we were trainees. I’ve dreamt of this moment forever, where you tell me you love me.”

“Are you sure you weren't just dreaming of fucking me?” Beomgyu teases and Soobin pokes him in the side, shutting him up. 

“If we weren’t idols, I’d date you freely and openly. But for now, we can have our stolen moments like these, or when we play video games alone, or when we watch movies together.” Beomgyu’s heart skips at that and he just smiles, crying a bit harder from how happy he feels.

“I’m so happy to hear you say that.” Beomgyu’s voice is thick and he hiccups a little, but he’s still grinning. “I’m just so overwhelmed. And that was so good and what we have is so good. ”

Soobin smiles sleepily and kisses Beomgyu’s salty tear tracks, which just makes Beomgyu cry a bit harder with a giggle.

They slowly drift to sleep, wrapped in each other’s embrace.

The next morning, when they emerge from Soobin’s room hand in hand, neither Taehyun nor Huening Kai say anything, just giving them a smile.

Yeonjun, however, who shares a wall with Soobin, is red-faced.

“You goddamn motherfucking morons! I offered SO MANY TIMES to leave you two alone in the dorm so you horny bastards can fuck without me hearing! And the ONE DAY I have to sleep in, you two scream so loudly that I have to sit in my room, traumatized? Do you have no shame?” 

And Beomgyu bites back a laugh while exchanging a look with a sheepish Soobin as they listen to Yeonjun’s seething tirade. Later, they’ll have to buy him a thank you present (read: high quality noise cancelling headphones and ramen).