"You're coming too, right?"

Soobin cringes at how much he sounds like an excited child as he holds the restaurant door open and lets Yeonjun step past him. The older nods quickly, gives him a big smile as they step out into the chilly evening air. It's a little colder than expected, he watches Yeonjun give a little shiver before he pulls his oversized blazer closed in the front, refusing to wear the jacket properly and instead keeping it draped over his shoulders fashionably. A few weeks ago this might have annoyed Soobin, but now he can't physically fight the goofy, endeared smile that's spreading over his face.

It's Beomgyu's birthday, they've just finished dinner and said their goodbyes to the rest of his friends, now it's just Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Kai, and of course, Yeonjun. Cool guy. Fashionista. Social Butterfly. Dancer. Pretty Boy Yeonjun.

Soobin used to wonder how Beomgyu even managed to befriend someone who has more style in his left pinky finger than their entire friend group combined, and yeah, maybe it pissed him off too, because Beomgyu is his best friend and he was not about to share him with some hotshot insta baddie who probably wanted nothing to do with the rest of them anyway. The guy was attractive as hell, popular with everyone and most likely shared none of their groups interests. But then Beomgyu started bringing him around, and Soobin managed to dislike him for approximately three minutes.

Yeonjun is cute, and dorky and funny and maybe a little bit insane, because that's just the type of person that Beomgyu attracts, apparently. What he, in his childish, jealous rage, misconstrued as an arrogant frown was actually just him squinting because his contacts are dry and naturally pouty lips. He's sweet and nice and matches everyone's energy so well, it's like he's been made to fit into their little group of four, like he's been missing all along. He's shyer than expected too, he'd tried to give Soobin a confident smile every time he caught the younger man looking at him, but could't help the pretty blush on his cheeks, looking away first every time. He'd later told Beomgyu he thought Soobin was really handsome, and Soobin has been brain rottingly in love ever since.

There's been tension ever since they first met, and if Soobin is honest with himself, maybe even before. Yeonjun comes around often, has warmed up enough to jokingly hit on Soobin every chance he gets but neither of them have made a serious move yet. It's been an inside joke with their group since the beginning, that the two of them are gonna end up together. Soobin just laughs along and tries not to blush, but he kind of fears the day the two of them will be left alone in a room for too long.

He gets ripped out of his own thoughts by the familiar automated voice that welcomes them into the convenience store just around the corner from their house. They scatter around the small shop and start grabbing snacks. Soobin's eyes find Yeonjun first, as they usually do when he enters a room, he's taking selfies in the warped mirror in the corner, face angled perfectly and lips slightly open in a pout that's way too seductive for the setting. He pulls Hyuka into the shot by his arm, squishes their cheeks together softly before snapping another photo, making the taller man giggle and pose along. The way he lovingly dotes on their youngest was probably one of the first things that made Soobin's jealous, possessive heart melt into a puddle of endearment and yearning.

"You're gonna get to watch him all night, Hyung." Taehyun says, giving him a smile that's somewhere between endeared and creeped out, pulling Soobin to the chip aisle by the sleeve of his jacket. They quickly fill up two baskets of snacks and drinks and instant ramyeon, racing Beomgyu to the register so the birthday boy doesn't get the chance to try and pay for anything.

They end up in Soobin's and Beomgyu's shared apartment, getting comfortable on their ratty couch and mismatched beanbags, snacks dumped out on their too small coffee table as everyone hovers around Soobin, watching as he carefully rolls a blunt with the last bits of weed they had thrown together. It ends up a little more scraggly looking than he would've liked but it'll do, he finds it hard to care about it not being up to his usual standard when Yeonjun nudges Beomgyu and tells him there's nothing sexier than a man who knows how to roll. Beomgyu snorts out a quiet ew but Soobin is so pleased he doesn't even think about kicking his shins under the table.

Soobin settles into his seat as he watches the birthday boy take the first hit. He'd be lying if he pretended he didn't want to sit next to Yeonjun, but he'll never complain about being squished between Taehyun and Kai, or about being able to watch Yeonjun sink back into the beanbag he's sitting on, frowny little brows relaxing as he inhales and holds the blunt out for Taehyun to take. He crosses his eyes a little as he watches the white cloud escape his pretty pouted lips, scrunches his nose sweetly when he catches Soobin watching. He leans forward until his head is propped up on his hands, chin resting prettily in his palms as he watches Soobin right back. Soobin carefully manages to take the blunt from Taehyun's hand without dropping ashes everywhere and embarrassing himself.

It takes a few more rounds before Soobin starts feeling it, but with the fuzzy floaty feeling comes the anxious thought that maybe Yeonjun isn't watching him because he likes him, but because he's being weird. He's moving slow as hell and struggling to listen to the story Beomgyu is telling, Yeonjun has got to think he can't handle his weed, if he starts coughing now he's gonna have to move to a different country. He shakes his head and tries to focus on Beomgyu's voice, telling the story of when he took too many edibles in public and Soobin had to keep reassuring him that he's still walking on the ground. He chuckles to himself until he starts shaking with laughter.

Soobin can't tell if twenty minutes have passed or if they've been sitting here for three hours. It's quieted down a bit, Kai is sleepily fiddling with the loose threads on their old couch and Soobin is vaguely aware of the fact that he's definitely making it worse but he can't find it in himself to speak up. Beomgyu is furiously typing away on his notes app, Soobin knows that this is the birth of the most bomb grocery list known to mankind and that the two of them are gonna be eating like kings for the next too weeks. When he follows Taehyun's line of sight he finds Yeonjun looking back at him, they're not saying anything but Soobin can tell they're having an entire conversation with their eyes right now.

"Switch places with Hyung," Yeonjun says quietly, pulling on the leg of his jeans until Taehyun gets up and lets him have his place on the couch, dropping into Yeonjun's seat and leaning over to look into Beomgyu's phone. Soobin doesn't miss the blush on his best friends cheek when Taehyun effortlessly pulls their beanbags closer together until he can rest his head on his shoulder. He stops caring about that immediately though, when Yeonjun finally gets comfy and folds his legs in a way where they're halfway in Soobin's lap.

"Hi," he says in that way where he's pretending to be shy but Soobin still feels like he's about to be eaten alive, in a good way.

When he raises his eyes from Yeonjun's legs to his face he finds him already smiling at him. His eyelids are a little hooded and there's a shiny wet spot on the inside of his bottom lip that Soobin wants to kiss.

"Hi," he answers dumbly, suddenly hyperaware of the way his fingers are itching to reach out to touch the pretty man in front of him.

"What are you feeling?" Yeonjun cocks his head to the side like a curious little kitten, but his voice sounds low and sultry. Soobin's dick is confused.

"Dunno." he says, once again cringing at how dumb he must sound. "Warm. Comfy. No thoughts. My leg is twitching."

Yeonjun giggles, pressing a warm, firm palm down on his knee to stop it from shaking.

"Thank you," Soobin smiles. "How are you feeling?"

"Sensitive." Yeonjun says, matter of factly, like Soobin is supposed to understand what he means. "It just feel everything really intensely, you know what I mean?"

Soobin shakes his head. His brain usually stops working around Yeonjun, but right now, with the weed clouding his mind, the older's warm hand on his knee, and his dark eyes focused on him so intensely, he thinks he might need to relearn how to speak. The older man chuckles, turns so he's facing Soobin even more, legs now fully in his lap. He pulls the younger's arm until it's laying on his knees, palm up.

"Just like being touched like this," he whispers, softly, gently running his short fingernails over the inside of his forearm, down to his palm, and then his fingertips. "'s nice, right Soobinie?"

Soobin nods, doesn't think before grabbing Yeonjun's hand. It's a little smaller than his own, and not nearly as clammy, he intertwines their fingers and squeezes him softly. He watches the thin, barely there hairs on his arm stand up in goosebumps at the action. Sensitive. So sensitive. His other hand moves to his knee basically on its own, running down the expanse of his shin until he's at his ankle. He doesn't miss the way his hand can wrap around it with room to spare, nor does he miss the way he leaves another trail of goosebumps where his pants have ridden up enough for Soobin to see his skin.

He traces a tentative fingertip up his loose jeans until he's midway up Yeonjun's calf. Soobin knows his skin is always waxed smooth, has stared at it more often than he should've, but feeling just how soft he is under his fingertips is making him kind of dizzy. Yeonjun is unusually quiet, but the pleased smile on his face and the deep, satisfied breaths he's taking are enough for Soobin to keep his hand there instead of anxiously retracting.

He looks down at his lapful of Yeonjun's legs, mindlessly tracing circles on his skin with his thumb. He doesn't know why he's feeling bold all of a sudden, he usually just eats his weight in crunchy snacks and panics when somebody gives him a simple task. But right now his mind is set on nothing but chasing the feeling he gets in his chest when he makes Yeonjun feel this good.

He looks up at the older mans face one more time, met with hooded eyes, and blown wide pupils already staring at him, he has a pleased little smile on his face and a strand of hair stuck to his cheek. Soobin, once again without a single thought in his brain other than pretty hyung, reaches out to push it back behind his ear. His fingers linger on the high point of Yeonjun's cheekbone longer than they need to, but the older just lets him, presses his face into the palm of Soobin's hand like a kitten asking for more pets. Who is Soobin to say no? He cups his soft little cheek in a big palm, traces an eyebrow with his thumb and physically has to stop himself from leaning in to kiss him silly. He runs his fingers through Yeonjun's hair instead, soft and silky, healthier since he had dyed it back to black a few weeks ago. The older lets out sweet, pleased little sounds whenever Soobin's nails scratch against his scalp just right, he doesn't think he ever wants to hear a different noise ever again.

The disappointment he feels when Yeonjun finally pulls away is short lived, when he leans fully over Soobin's lap to grab the blunt that went out in their makeshift ashtray. He sits back up and gets situated just like before, re-lighting the blunt before he pulls Soobin in with a gentle hand at the back of his neck.

"You know what else I like, Soobinie?" He almost whispers, holds it to Soobin's lips and lets him inhale before discarding it and pulling him even closer, stopping just millimeters before their lips touch.

Soobin's mouth falls open in a little 'o' before he even realizes what's happening. He holds it down just a moment before pushing the smoke out slowly, letting Yeonjun breathe it in. His eyes aren't fully closed, lids droopy and heavy even when he raises his gaze from Soobin's lips to look into his eyes. There's something heavy there, alluring, seductive, pulling him in with no way to escape or look away. Not like he wants to, anyways. He lets himself be held by the back of his neck, his own hand wandering to Yeonjun's waist as if to pull him closer. For a second he considers closing the distance between their lips but then Yeonjun speaks.

"'s nice to be close right?" He says as he pulls back, biting his bottom lip like he's trying to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

"'s always nice to be close to you." Soobin says, watching the peachy pink blush on Yeonjun's cheeks and ears turn deeper.

He giggles, suddenly shy, hiding his face in the crook of Soobin's neck. The tip of his nose is cold against his hot skin and Soobin leans his head back to give him more space, the hand that never left Yeonjun's waist squeezing harder. Yeonjun lets out a shaky breath against his neck, back arching a little into Soobin's touch as he moves in closer, plush lips brushing against his Adams apple, then his jaw, his ear. Soobin's hand drops down a bit further, brushing over Yeonjun's hip, just shy of the swell of his ass. There's a pleased low rumble coming somewhere from Yeonjun's chest, Soobin thinks it might be the closest a human being can get to purring.

"Y'gonna touch me more?" He breathes against the younger mans ear, moving his body just enough to straddle one of Soobin's thighs, the latter's arm moving around his waist to keep him steady.

"If you'll let me," Soobin says, like he needs Yeonjun to say it out loud to realize any of this is real.

"I'd let you do anything."

Soobin finally snaps and pulls Yeonjun into a kiss. His arms wrap around his shoulders within seconds, his hand coming up to tangle into the hair at the back of Soobin's head. He's not sure if he hears Yeonjun's whimper or Beomgyu's voice first.

"Soob," his best friend says quietly, pointing to Kai who's been peacefully sleeping next to them until just now. Soobin also doesn't miss how far Taehyun's hand is up Gyu's inner thigh. "Take him to your room."

"Sorry baby," Yeonjun coos, reaching over Soobin to pet at Kai's messy hair, "Hyungs were being gross."

It takes Soobin a few more seconds to register the room around them, by the time he looks back at Yeonjun the older man is sporting an expectant smile on his face, his mood clearly not ruined by the rude interruption. He climbs off of Soobin's lap on shaky legs, but the taller man doesn't have much time to mourn the comfort of his warm body pressed against his own.

"You taking me to your room or no?" He asks, his voice is almost back to that same sultry tone but a little more playful, maybe even a tiny bit embarrassed.

He's standing right in front of him, loose ripped jeans hanging dangerously low on his waist. His top is cropped just enough for Soobin to get a glimpse of his stomach from where he's still sitting on the couch, skin smooth and hairless all the way over the flat of his tummy down to where his skin disappears into the band of his underwear.

He reaches out to touch, but Yeonjun quickly catches his hand and pulls him up off the couch instead. Soobin goes easily, arms sneaking around his waist seemingly on their own, two fingers slipping under the fabric to caress at the soft skin of his waist. He vaguely hears Kai ranting about them finally kissing and him not being awake to witness it as they make their way down the hall.

Soobin remembers to lock the door behind them, suddenly a little more sober and a lot more nervous. He leads Yeonjun to his bed and has half a mind to switch from the harsh ceiling light to the mood lamp Tae gave him for his last birthday. Now, illuminated by the golden honey glow of the lamp, Yeonjun looks a lot more relaxed again, it filters through his hair like he's glowing, like he's got a halo.

"You look like an angel," Soobin says, sounding a little more corny than he would've liked, but Yeonjun's face lights up regardless. It might be the most beautiful smile he's ever seen.

They kiss again, tumbling into the sheets together easily. Soobin can't take his hands off Yeonjun's waist, where he's all lean muscle and soft skin, trails of goosebumps left behind by his fingertips wherever he's last touched. The older man sits halfway in his lap, leans back on his hands and lets him touch and feel wherever he wants. He throws his head back, like he's presenting himself, trying to show off every inch of skin he can to Soobin's hungry eyes. He slides back on his hands until his shoulders hit the mattress, back arched and arms pulled up above his head, giving him even more room to explore.

Soobin follows him suit, leaning forwards until he's hovering over him, taking in the sight of him, hair splayed out over the pillow, his lips shinywet and bitten plump, falling open in a soft 'o'. his tummy is soft but his arms are toned, wrists crossed above his head like he's waiting to be pinned down. Soobin would love to praise him more but he can't seem to find the right words, instead he shoves his hands under his top and goes up, up, up, until Yeonjun pulls it off all the way, tossing it to the side carelessly.

He touches his hips, his waist, his ribcage, mentally notes the visible shudder when his thumbs brush over his pretty pebbled nipples, before he continues over his smooth pits and up his biceps until he's pinning him to the bed by his pretty pink elbows, leaning down to connect their lips in a slow, languid kiss. He can't help but move his hips a little every time Yeonjun moans into his mouth. There's nothing on his mind other than plush soft lips, a warm, spitwet tongue that still tastes like the convenience store cherry popsicle Yeonjun had after dinner.

"Taste good," Soobin thinks out loud, lewdly sucking on Yeonjun's tongue while he wraps his arms fully around his waist.

"Gon' let you taste all of me if you finally take some of those clothes off" Yeonjun says into his mouth, pulling at the neck of his shirt impatiently.

Soobin doesn't think he's ever removed an article of clothing as fast as he did said shirt, allowing one of Yeonjun's hands to start roaming his back and shoulders immediately, while the other slips up his nape and softly but firmly grips the back of his hair. Soobin shudders, moans loudly into their kiss and accidentally bucks his hips so hard it pushes Yeonjun up an inch on their mattress.

"God, you're big," he moans, pushes his hips down into Soobin's lap to feel more of his hard length.

He tries to form a reply but neither his brain nor his mouth seem to work properly today, so instead he kisses him again, shoves his hands roughly down the back of his loose jeans so quick his knuckles burn a bit from the rough denim. He couldn't care less though as he swallows Yeonjun's whimper-whine and pulls them down in one swift go, his own pants soon joining the older's on the floor, leaving them in their underwear. The white fabric of Yeonjun's boxer briefs is darker where the head of his cock is trapped, turned half translucent with the wetness of his pre come, clinging to his tip prettily.

Soobin ponders leaning down and taking it in his mouth before Yeonjun pulls him in with his legs wrapped around his middle. He starts grinding against the swell of his ass instantly, the sensation of their sudden lack of jeans feels like a punch to the gut.

"Gonna feel so good inside," Yeonjun whimpers almost inaudibly, "'m so sensitive."

Soobin's eyes roll to the back of his head at the mere thought of getting to push inside of Yeonjun, all wet and hot and pulsating tight, all sensitive and twitchy, clinging to him. He pulls his cheeks apart, finger pushing softly against his hole, feeling the hot twitch even with the thin layer of his briefs still separating them.

"Inside here?" he asks, forehead leaning against Yeonjun's, staring at him even though the older's eyes are screwed shut, head thrown back. „Wanna feel you inside, wanna see you take me."

Yeonjun pulls his underwear down with shaky, impatient hands, grabbing at his ass as if to pull him in even closer. Soobin makes quick work of removing their last articles of clothing, the last flimsy layers of fabric that have been separating them. Finally, he grinds their lengths together, moaning at the feeling. It almost doesn't feel real, everything is sticky slow, syrupy, like warm honey. Yeonjun exhales softly, a little shaky, Soobin buries his face in his neck and inhales, trying to ground himself. Yeonjun's scent feels familiar by now, warm, comforting. It helps pull Soobin's mind back to earth just a little bit, not like his hips have stopped moving on their own since they've started.

Soobin can't tell if it takes him ten seconds or another twenty minutes, but he's finally got Yeonjun panting, writhing under his palms, back arched as he carefully works his first finger into him. So sensitive he'd said, and he wasn't lying, Soobin can feel every twitch and pulse of his hole around his finger, like he's trying to suck him in. Soobin is dizzy with how much he loves this, loves making Yeonjun feel good, making him moan his name by the time he's got his second lubed finger buried to the hilt.

"Could come on your fingers," Yeonjun pants, pretty cock twitching on his tummy and leaking steadily, "knew they'd feel so fucking good."

Soobin can only dwell on the thought of Yeonjun fantasizing about his fingers for so long, before he adds more lube and works a third finger in, getting lost in the beauty before him. Yeonjun's hole is lubeslick, dark pink, and pretty, stretched around three of his fingers. He's taking them so well, opening up for Soobin beautifully, so soft.

"So fucking pretty here," he pants, genuinely. "If my mouth wasn't so dry I'd eat you out for hours."

Yeonjun's legs tremble at the thought, toes curling and insides twitching needily. pleasepleaseplease he whines, yes, Soobin shuts him up with a kiss, pushes his three fingers inside firmly and curls them just right, keeping them there until Yeonjun's squirming, mouth open in a cry, no longer able to kiss him back.

Next time Soobin reasons, Tomorrow Yeonjun whines. Every day from now on. he promises before adding a fourth finger briefly, just to check whether Yeonjun is ready for him.

"Need you in me," Yeonjun pleads, arms coming up to wrap around Soobin's shoulders. "please."

Soobin spreads the generous amount of lube left on his fingers on his cock, rubs it a few times before squeezing the base, just to take the edge off. Just to make sure he doesn't come the second he pushes inside of Yeonjun's tight heat.

His rim is pink and puffy, gapes open ever so slightly from Soobin's thick fingers, winking like it's waiting to suck him inside. Soobin rubs the head of his dick against him a few times, enjoying the way is clings to him every time he puts pressure on it, like a lewd kiss. He pushes inside in one slow and steady motion, giving Yeonjun's body time to adjust to his size.

"Tiny inside," he says, more thinking out loud than anything else, "letting me in so well."

Yeonjun lets out the prettiest noise Soobin has ever heard. Something between a moan and a cry, not of pain, but pure pleasure.

"So wet for you," he answers, Soobin has to stop moving before he comes right that second.

He is wet, not only inside, where he's greedily clinging to Soobin's length, but also in the front, where he's hard and flushed, steadily twitching, squished between their bodies. There's a shiny pool of wetness just below the dip of Yeonjun's bellybutton, illuminated by the honey glow of his mood lamp. Soobin wants to lick it up.

"Wet everywhere," he says, thumbing the underside of his head, the same blushy shade of dark pink as his hole, made to be worshipped all over. "Stunning."

He grazes his balls too, smaller than his own and waxed smooth, drawn up tight and firm like he's ready to come any second. He takes it in his hand fully, can't help the way his mouth drops open in a moan at the sight. It's like he's made for him, really, wrapped up perfectly tight in Soobin's grip, only his flushed pink head peeking out the top as he makes a mess of his fingers. He strokes him slowly, matching the movement of his hands to the rhythm of his thrusts, loves the way Yeonjun's moans go breathy.

"Don't," he warns, hand grabbing weakly at his wrist, eyes a little panicked "don't wanna come yet." Soobin lets go reluctantly, rubbing his thumb over the pretty pink slit one more time for good measure. "Don't think I need it." he adds a little more quietly, voice dangerously close to breaking.

Soobin lifts two of his fingers to his own mouth and sucks, eyes rolling back a little as the salty-sweet taste of Yeonjun hits his tongue. The older man whimpers at that, lets his mouth drop open and tongue loll out just a little, just enough for Soobin to get the hint. He leans forward to push his tongue straight into Yeonjun's mouth, already open and waiting as a steady string of soft pants escapes his lips. Yeonjun receives him happily, tasting himself on Soobin's tongue with an eager moan.

He reluctantly lets go of the full bottom lip he's been sucking on in order to kiss his way down Yeonjun's jaw, neck, shoulders, and chest until he's got his lips wrapped around one of his nipples, tongue working eagerly over the sensitive, hardened bud. The reaction is instant, Yeonjun's legs spread wider, walls fluttering wildly around Soobin's length, a high pitched keen. He can't tell if Yeonjun's hand in his hair is trying to push him away or pull him even closer but he loves how much deeper he's slipping inside of him.

"You're so deep... fucking huge." He pants. He looks dizzy, fucked out, mind going slow and hazy with the way they're melting together. "'m so full."

"All the way inside," Soobin marvels, knows he's gonna be embarrassed tomorrow but his filter is long gone. "Feel so good wrapped around me."

He has his arms hooked under Yeonjun's, holds him by the shoulders so he doesn't get pushed upwards on the mattress with how hard Soobin is pressing up inside him. The slick squelching sounds of their lube are almost as loud as the sounds of their skin slapping together. Soobin almost wants to look at the sticky mess between them but he can't bring himself to let go of the trembling body beneath him, doesn't dare to stop kissing him all over his chest and neck and jaw.

He's barely pulling out now, pressing desperately against Yeonjun's sweet spot and keeping up a slow grind. It's steady, forceful, knock-you-up type fucking, his head is cradled in Yeonjun's arms and there's a hot press of lips against his forehead.

It hits Yeonjun first, eyes fluttering and abs clenching, body seizing in Soobin's hold. His moans of Soobin's name get higher and higher until his voice breaks and he bursts in a quiet, trembling orgasm, legs shaking hard and a fist curled into Soobin's hair, his eyes are screwed shut as he shoots between them.

Soobin's own climax follows right after, with Yeonjun's walls clamping down on him, squeezing him dry. Yeonjun must be feeling each and every pronounced twitch of his length right against his sweet spot, his orgasm seemingly lasting forever. Soobin's vision goes black for a moment, buried deep inside and being milked of every last drop. He barely manages to hold himself up until Yeonjun stops shaking like a leaf, before he collapses on top of him.

He thinks he fucking falls head over heels all over again, when their eyes meet. Yeonjun's shiny, teary eyes looking up at him with so much adoration as the younger wipes the wetness with his thumbs somehow feels more intimate than the way he's still buried to the hilt inside him. It's like Yeonjun can read his mind because the second he thinks about pulling out he's being pulled closer by a leg around his waist.

"Let me clean you up," Soobin whispers against his temple between kisses, rolls them to the side in an effort to not crush the boy who suddenly seems so much more small and fragile in his arms. "and get you some water, please?"

"Sleep." Yeonjun mumbles, shakes his head and buries his face in his neck. Soobin knows they're gonna wake up a sticky, disgusting mess tomorrow but with every steadying breath Yeonjun takes he finds himself caring less and less.

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