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Hao glances at his phone for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. He clicks the screen off again with a loud, frustrated, sigh, the lack of notifications on the screen mocking him in the silent apartment.

Bringing a thumb up to his mouth to chew at the dry skin around his nail, irritation buzzes in his veins, along with a mix of several other darker and unpleasant emotions.

Five long hours had passed since Hanbin had pressed a quick chaste peck on his lips followed by a “bye, hyung! I love you!” Before he promptly skipped out of their front door to go meet some of his old classmates for chicken and beer.

Not a single text had come through since. And now, as the clock ticked closer to 1 AM, the unease in his gut had begun to fester and grow into something much uglier.

He was jealous.

Hao knew firsthand what a drunk Hanbin meant– his imploring, glistening eyes, a deep pink flush dusting his cheeks, nose and ears, and endless giggles spilling out of his mouth at a rate he couldn’t control, even if nothing funny was happening.

Drunk Hanbin was so unbearably cute and endearing– so much so, that it made Hao’s stomach churn violently at the thought of Hanbin’s friends getting to witness it at this very moment. The image of Hanbin leaning just a little too close to one of his old dancer friends, cheeks dimpled with laughter, brought on an intense wave of nausea that Hao found incredibly difficult to swallow down.

It wasn’t that Hao couldn’t trust Hanbin. It was the friends he was worried about.

Every single day he had to deal with countless people gawking at his boyfriend- making remarks about how he was their ideal type, or how the woman who gets to marry him one day will be so lucky. The kind of comments that leave him wanting to gasp for air and claw them out from underneath his skin.

The anxiety was so overwhelming and suffocating that he needed to move. He needed to get up off of the couch and do something, anything, before the restless energy resulted in his phone being smashed into pieces against the wall.

Time is moving painstakingly slow, but he halts his anguished pacing immediately upon hearing the telltale sounds of the passcode being typed into their front door. He makes sure to school his enraged expression into something much softer– lips pursed into a perfect pathetic pout, and eyes glassy with unshed tears- threatening to spill over at any moment.

Hao quickly shuffles over to line himself up perfectly with the door frame, so he can ensure that the first thing Hanbin sees upon opening the door is the unmistakable look of disappointment on his face.

The door swings open and hits the wall with a loud thud, revealing Hanbin with a lopsided grin, very pink cheeks, and what looks like the inability to stand on his own two feet without swaying uncontrollably. He blinks back at Hao with sparkling eyes, almost as if he was surprised to see him, and stumbles forward into the apartment to wrap his limbs around the older man.

“Hi, hyungggg,” he slurs, his breath warm and saccharine as he buries his face in Hao’s neck, and Hao can smell the alcohol. His arms loop around Hao’s waist, clinging to him with the kind of drunk affection that Hao would normally think was adorable.

For a moment he indulges in Hanbin’s embrace and adorable puppy-like demeanor, but soon enough that awful bitter jealous bile rises in his throat again. Without too much concentrated effort on his end, tears pool again at his lower lash line.

He inhales the musky scent of Hanbin’s cologne that hasn’t yet faded before he carefully pulls Hanbin back– just far enough to meet his eyes.

“I missed you so m–” Hanbin starts, words still slurred, before he stops himself. Eyes frantically scanning over Hao’s face– lips still pulled into a petulant pout, and wet trails lining his cheeks from the first few tears that had fallen.

“Wait, what’s wrong, hyung?” he mumbles, his goofy blissed-out grin falters into a frown. The fingers that were wrapped around Hao’s waist hover now– almost hesitant.

He timidly reaches a hand out towards Hao’s face to wipe at the new set of tears sliding down his face. “Did something happen?” His voice is laced with worry and concern.

The jealousy is burning painfully hot inside of him, but Hao still preens at the fact that Hanbin noticed his troubled demeanor immediately– even being as inebriated as he was. He decides to cut right to the chase.

“Did you have fun, Hanbinnie?” He answers Hanbin’s question with his own, voice sulky. He lifts a hand up to thread his fingers thoughtfully through Hanbin’s dark hair. 

Hanbin’s eyes flutter shut as he lean into the touch, and he lets out a quiet hum in agreement to his question.

For a moment, Hao lets him enjoy it, lets him sink into the comforting feeling. Hanbin seems to momentarily forget Hao’s disgruntled disposition in his drunken haze.

Then, without warning, his fingers tighten– grabbing a fistful of Hanbin’s hair and yanking his head upward.

A pained whine leaves the other boy’s lips as his eyes snap open, glassy and confused.

“Must have been so much fun that you couldn’t text me back even once, hmm?” Hao says quietly, tone still sweet but laced with unmistakable venom from the jealousy that was finally clawing its way up and out of his throat.

Hanbin gapes up at him– eyes and mouth wide from the abrupt shift in Hao’s demeanor.

“What? I– Ouch!” he yelps as Hao tugs on his hair again, harder this time.

Hao clicks his tongue in annoyance, tilting his head like he didn’t understand what Hanbin was trying to say– despite being the reason he wasn’t able to finish his sentence. He directs his gaze to the floor dejectedly.

“You left me here all by myself,” he murmurs, his voice trembling just enough to sound wounded. He blinks up at Hanbin through his damp lashes and lets his lower lip quiver as he speaks. “Didn’t even care about me. Didn’t even think to check in.”

Hanbin gulps, his dazed brain struggling to keep up. “Hyung, I–”

“But, you had fun right?” His fingers are still tangled in Hanbin’s hair, but his grip has loosened just enough to give the other boy some relief. “Went out and got drunk with all of your friends… laughed with them, smiled at them, probably threw yourself all over them…” his tone drops to just above a whisper. “And forgot all about your boyfriend back at home.”

Hao lets a few more tears fall, silent but purposeful, before dragging his sleeve across his face to make a show of wiping them. When his eyes land back on Hanbin, he sees it– the guilt setting in, panic twisting in his features, and the unshed tears pooling in his wide glassy eyes.

“No– Hyung, that’s not at all what I–” Hanbin stammers, desperation bleeding into his tone– seemingly sobered up by the situation. His hands move from Hao’s waist to clutch frantically at his shoulders. 

“Please,” he pleads, his voice cracking. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to– time just slipped away and I… Please don’t cry, hyung.”

Hao shakes his head at Hanbin’s pathetic excuse, and lets out a quiet scoff. “Guess time really flies by when you’re so busy getting drunk and forgetting all about your boyfriend, hmm?”

Hanbin’s eyes grow wider and with a violent shake of his head, tears begin to spill out uncontrollably. “No… No, Hyung,” he chokes out.

His arms slide from Hao’s shoulders, trailing down the length of his arms, before Hao watches in stunned silence as Hanbin sinks to the floor on his knees in front of him before his arms wrap tight around his waist– clinging desperately. He buries his face into Hao’s thighs and he can feel warm, wet patches forming on his sweatpants from the flood of tears. An endless string of mumbles and apologies spill from the boy’s lips– muffled by the fabric of Hao’s pants, every word lost on his ears.

His stomach twists excitedly at the sight before him. His tactics had worked even quicker than he had anticipated. Of course he actually was jealous, but it was always so much more fun to turn up the dramatics, because it always resulted in a reaction like this from Hanbin.

His hands find purchase in Hanbin’s hair again and he gives it another yank, forcing him to look up once again. Hanbin lets out another pitiful whine, followed by a loud hiccup as the slurred apologies continue to leave his lips, broken and panicked.

“ M’so sorry, hyung –” he wails. “You mean everything to me, I didn’t forget about you, I promise I would never forget about you.”

Hao just hums quietly, his gaze darkening as he considers how he wants to handle a sobbing Hanbin on his knees begging for his forgiveness. To be fair, it was a pretty common occurrence, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to take advantage of it this time.

His eyes narrow as Hanbin’s tearful eyes meet his gaze again, and his voice is cold when he speaks. “I’m pretty sure that good puppies get drunk only around their owners– and no one else.”

He watches Hanbin flinch, confusion evident in his features before his expression settles into something more understanding.

“I’m sorry, I– I want to be good,” his thumbs press tightly– almost bruisingly– into Hao’s hips, punctuating his words.  

Hao gives him a faux sympathetic smile as he guides Hanbin up off of the floor with another tug of his hair. Hanbin follows the movement without protest, and quickly scrambles to his feet.

Hao lets out a low, mocking, chuckle, as he steps forward to back Hanbin up against their couch. With a swift, effortless push, he sends Hanbin tumbling back onto the cushions.

Before Hanbin can even steady himself, Hao climbs on top of him, ready to devour him whole. He easily maneuvers Hanbin’s drunken limbs until he is laying down fully, trapping him beneath him, and pinning his wrists above his head to combat any unnecessary wiggling. Hanbin remains completely limp and pliant under his touch.

Hanbin is looking up at him with that same blissed-out face from earlier, but now his cheeks are even more blotchy and streaked with fresh tears, and his gaze holds something a bit darker– more anticipatory.

“You don’t seem that sorry to me, puppy,” Hao chides as he leans down to nip at Hanbin’s jaw. He lets out a giggle and halts his movements when he feels the other boy tense under him at the touch. “Thought you wanted to be good?”

Hanbin lets out a quiet whimper– whether it was a result of his actions or his words, Hao can’t fully tell.

“I really am sorry, gege ,” Hanbin whispers breathlessly, fully aware of the effect the nickname has on Hao, trying to use it to his advantage. It sends a shudder through his entire body but he forces himself to remain still.

Mumbling quietly, he spits out, “I don’t believe you,” before sinking his teeth on the spot where Hanbin’s jaw meets his neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

Hanbin lets out a loud cry from the pain, his voice raw– and Hao feels the strain of Hanbin’s wrists twisting beneath his grip in an attempt to free himself.

“Tell gege how sorry you are,” he commands breathlessly.

“Please– I… I’m sorry I didn’t text you, I’m sorry for ignoring you,” Hanbin gasps out, his voice trembling with urgency– a frantic attempt to correct his mistakes. “I promise nothing happened… I just lost track of time, and didn’t realize how late it was… You know I love you more than anyone, than anything–” he chokes out, his chest heaving beneath Hao. “I would never do anything on purpose to make you upset... I am so fucking sorry, gege…”

His voice cracks, and more tears begin to spill as he pleads with Hao to the very best of his abilities. Hao can feel his sincerity, but something inside him doesn’t want to let up quite yet. The monstrous jealousy inside of him still not quite satiated.

He latches his lips back onto Hanbin’s neck and rolls his hips down harshly, only to be met with the unmistakable tent already growing inside the other boy’s jeans.

Hanbin stutters out a moan as their hips connect, and Hao’s thigh brushes his cock through his jeans. He jerks his hips upward in a desperate attempt to get some friction through the layers of his jeans and underwear.

Hao can’t help the loud, mean, laugh that escapes his lips at this. Hanbin was so pathetic.

He clicks his tongue in disapproval and shakes his head, halting his movements immediately. “Nuh uh,” he replies firmly before muttering under his breath, “ so pathetic .”

Hanbin lets out an even louder whine at being deprived of the relief he is desperately craving. “Gege, please…” he sobs.

Hao transfers both of Hanbin’s wrists to only one hand so that he can bring the other down to carefully wipe at the tears coating Hanbin's face.

He tries to not verbally coo at him, and steadies his voice before speaking. “Only good puppies get rewards though?”

His question only makes Hanbin cry even harder. His sobs fill the room, loud and wretched, as he continues to squirm beneath Hao’s grip. His breath stutters into hiccups, each one punctuated with a shaky sob or a choked squeak. He can’t stop sniffling, trying to hold back the rest of his tears from slipping from his eyes and nose.

Hao almost feels bad for him for a moment before Hanbin dives into a frantic rant.

“It will never happen again, gege,” he stutters, words spilling out of him uncontrollably. “Never again. I won’t ever get drunk with anyone else ever again– just you.” 

His teary eyes search Hao’s face, trying to read his expression, but Hao remains impassive, giving him a small nod– encouraging him to continue. Interested to see how far he's willing to go.

“I won’t even go out with them again,” Hanbin takes a deep shuddery breath, looking at Hao through his soaked eyelashes with a sudden darkness filling his gaze. “I’ll cut them off, never see them again– just for you, gege. I promise.”

Heat pools in his gut instantly at Hanbin’s admission. His entire body is alight with the knowledge that Hanbin was willing to give so much up for him, just like that. The deepest, sickest, parts of him burst with pride– entirely satisfied with the outcome of this situation.

The emotions surge through him, uncontrollable, sending him rocketing forward to crash his mouth against Hanbin’s. It’s a wet and desperate mess of lips, teeth, and tongue.

Hanbin is the one who bites down this time, sinking his teeth harshly into Hao’s bottom lip. Hao lets out a guttural moan that Hanbin swallows in an instant.

He pulls back, watching a string of spit stretch impossibly far between their lips as they separate, and he sits up on Hanbin’s lap, releasing Hanbin’s wrists as he adjusts himself.

Hanbin lets out a loud whimper at the loss of contact and his newly freed hands are on Hao’s hips instantaneously. He grips tightly, pulling Hao down to meet his own hips as he bucks upwards again, reminding him just how affected Hanbin was by this whole situation. 

The grind of their hips makes him dizzy for a moment before he steels himself. Hanbin was going to have to prove that he meant what he said before he gets any kind of reward. He had to show that he deserved it, just like a dog had to actually follow the command before it should be given a treat.

He ignores the way Hanbin’s hands have trailed up underneath his shirt to roam around his stomach, and leans down to kiss him softly on the forehead. Hanbin blinks back in confusion, tilting his head in a very puppylike manner– how ironic.

“Good boy,” Hao teases, patting Hanbin gently on the cheek, before swinging his leg that was pinned next to Hanbin’s waist over to the other side of the couch and sliding off of Hanbin’s lap with a smug grin tugging at his kiss-bitten lips.

As he stands up, he glances back down at Hanbin, who is still sprawled out on the couch, looking completely disheveled. His hair is a tangled mess, damp on his forehead from how much he tried to exert himself. His face is still flushed, and his eyes are puffy from crying. His chest is heaving up and down, breaths still stuttering out of him unevenly– aftermath from his sobs. His sweater is riding up, exposing just the very bottom of his stomach. Hao’s eyes trail to his jeans and the very obvious tent still in them, and then over to where Hanbin’s wrists lay at his side– marked faintly by the tight grip Hao had held them in. His lips are swollen and red, and Hao admires his handiwork in the deep purple bite mark sitting just between his jaw and neck. He looks destroyed.

He shifts his tone to something more serious but maintains his satisfied smile.

“You’ll have to prove it, though,” he says with finality, leaving no room for argument. With that, he turns on his heel and stalks towards their bedroom, leaving Hanbin on the couch all alone. All of that pent up jealousy and rage from earlier completely dissipated– his skin thrumming with a deep sense of contentment.

He had no doubt that Hanbin would make good on his promise.

—

A month goes by, and when the usual time for Hanbin’s monthly meet up with his old classmates rolls around, Hao leans his head on Hanbin’s shoulder with a satisfied smirk as he watches him type out some shitty excuse about how something else had come up and that he won’t be able to make it. Hanbin is smiling too.

It fills him with a deep, sick, satisfaction. Hanbin was more than willing to give everything up so quickly for him, and he didn’t even have to technically ask, and the fact that he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as he was was an added bonus.

He quickly detangles their limbs from each other and jumps up off the couch, sauntering over to their kitchen and pulling the fridge open. 

After pulling a few soju bottles out and wandering back into the living room, he became very aware of Hanbin’s eyes following every single one of his movements.

“Oh?” Hanbin lets out a surprised sound at the sight of the green bottles between Hao’s knuckles. “We’re drinking? I thought you just wanted to watch movies tonight, hyung?”

Hao huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as he sets the bottles down on the coffee table, glancing up to lock eyes with Hanbin. “I thought you could show me how you act when you get drunk with your friends.”

Hanbin stills in his spot on the couch, his eyes growing wider. He looks like he wants to say something,  but Hao watches him gulp, swallowing down any words that could have possibly been lingering on his tongue.

Hao joins him on the couch before handing him one of the bottles, and doesn’t tear his eyes away or say anything else until Hanbin screws the cap off and takes a long sip.

As Hanbin gulps the liquid down, he keeps his eyes trained on Hao’s face, as if he is waiting for him to tell him when he can stop.

Three quarters of the bottle go down before Hao speaks. “That’s good for now,” he chirps with a smile.

Hanbin obeys and wordlessly sets the bottle back down onto the table. He swipes his tongue out to lick up the droplets of strawberry liquid that had spilled down the corners of his mouth and Hao hungrily traces the movement with his eyes.

Hao swipes the bottle up and finishes the last bit that Hanbin had left, and vaguely gestures to the second bottle.

They go back and forth like this until nearly six empty bottles litter their coffee table and Hanbin is flushed that beautiful drunken pink shade– from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, his words have started to slur together and become more and more incoherent between his giggles, and he cannot control himself from touching Hao every chance he gets.

Fingers brushing strands of hair out of his face, a hand inching higher on his thigh, a mouth pressed to the side of his neck, hands wandering and exploring shamelessly.

Hao had a decent amount of alcohol in his system, but nothing makes his head feel dizzier than the way Hanbin had become so doting, and pliant, and touchy. Every affectionate touch, or warm whisper has clouded his thoughts far more than the soju ever could.

The jealousy flares again. His skin crawls at the thought that this Hanbin, so warm and unguarded, had been witnessed by others time and time again. The way he giggles, and clings, and melts into the touch of the person next to him. How many times has someone other than Hao felt this?

He clenches his jaw and eyes Hanbin carefully as he sways from side to side, animatedly recounting some story about a mean dance teacher from his childhood with a hand absentmindedly squeezing at Hao's inner thigh when Hao finally snaps.

“So, this is really how you act when you’re drunk with your friends?” His words come out harsher than he had intended, but he couldn’t help the way the sickening envy seeped into his tone.

Hanbin paused and tilted his head, “What? No, I–”

“You let them get you all drunk and vulnerable and then you put your hands all over them?” He knew that he was probably getting a special personalized version of drunk Hanbin, but that didn’t stop him. “Giggle at every word they say and give them pathetic ‘fuck me’ eyes?”

He watches as panic takes over Hanbin’s expression, and he scrambles to turn his full body towards Hao on the couch.

“No, this is only with you, hyung! I swear!” Hanbin’s eyes are already filling with tears as he grips at Hao’s shirt in a desperate attempt to prove his innocence. “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else!”

Hao’s lips quirk into a small smile, but he maintains his cold expression. “Well, you won’t have the opportunity to do it with anyone else again, will you, puppy?”

Something flashes over Hanbin’s face as he mumbles out a barely audible, “No, gege.”

Hao hums to himself as he slowly traces a finger over Hanbin’s features, across his warm cheeks, up the slope of his nose, over the long eyelashes that fan against his cheek when his eyes flutter shut. He uses his thumb to swipe at Hanbin’s lips, still wet and sticky from all of the liquor he had downed. He takes his time collecting some of the extra liquid off of his lips, before using his thumb to gently pry Hanbin’s mouth open, shoving the finger inside.

Hanbin’s tongue immediately sucks and swirls around his thumb, collecting the strawberry, or mango, or whatever flavored remnants of the soju clinging to Hao's skin.

“So good, Hanbinnie,” Hao whispers, eliciting a low whine from the back of Hanbin’s throat at the praise. He was too easy.

When Hao removes his fingers, an even louder whine follows.

“Yeah, I know, wanna use your mouth so badly, huh?” he asks, voice laced with false sympathy.

“Mhm,” Hanbin affirms, voice already hoarse. “Please?”

Hao considers how he can drag this out a bit more- make Hanbin really beg for it after everything that he put Hao through.

“Do you really think you deserve it, puppy?” Hao asks, reaching a hand out to grab at Hanbin’s. The other boy instinctually starts rubbing soothing circles onto the back of Hao’s hand as he hurriedly nods his head. “But it was so dangerous… going out and getting drunk without gege…” he trails off, watching Hanbin’s adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“How will I know that you really didn’t act like this with anyone else? And that you won’t do it again?”

Hanbin’s breath catches in his throat at his question, teary eyes widening in alarm. He shakes his head frantically again and Hao can feel his hand twitching beneath his own– like he wants to reach out.

“I– I would never, gege,” he stammers. “I swear, it’s only you. It has only ever been you.”

Hao studies his expression, unable to help the smile that forms. He leans in closer, until his breath is nearly ghosting over Hanbin’s lips, voice deceptively soft, “Can you prove it?”

Hanbin sucks in a shaky breath, his lower lip trembling. He looks so vulnerable, so desperate, but Hao doesn’t ease up. He patiently waits for Hanbin to answer his question.

In lieu of a verbal response, Hanbin releases his hand from his grip and promptly sinks to the floor in front of their couch. His hands reach up towards Hao’s waist, and brush under his sweatshirt to grab and knead at the skin just above where his pants are sitting.

Without any warning, Hanbin surges forward, working his warm mouth over Hao’s cock through his sweatpants.

Hao lets out a surprised, strangled, noise- threading his fingers into Hanbin’s hair, using the grip to pull his head back slightly.

“So eager,” he manages to choke out, struggling to speak after taking in the sight of Hanbin’s half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, and the way he already looked debauched from simply wetting Hao’s sweatpants with his mouth.

This clearly spurs Hanbin on, because seconds later he is gripping at the waistband of his pants and harshly tugging them down Hao's legs along with his underwear.

His hard cock springs against his stomach and he doesn’t even have a second to adjust to the temperature change before Hanbin’s mouth is enveloping his entire length in one go.

The hot wetness is overwhelming, sending shockwaves through his entire body as he lets out a stuttered whine.

Hanbin hollows his pinked cheeks and swallows around him, dragging another moan out from the back of his throat. He is looking up at Hao through those damp eyelashes as if he wants to do so much more than prove his devotion.

He uses his hand to stroke the very bottom of Hao’s cock where his mouth can’t reach with every bob of his head, before he pulls off. The string of spit and precum that trails Hanbin’s swollen lips as he pulls away sends a bolt of electricity down his spine.

He wants to screw his eyes shut because the pleasure was overwhelming, but he is so grateful that he didn’t as he watches several droplets of drool drip from between his lips directly onto the head of his cock.

Hanbin slicks his hand over Hao’s cock at a toe curling rate. He spreads the wetness all over before taking Hao all the way to the back of his throat again. It sends a shock wave of pleasure straight into his gut and he grips at Hanbin’s hair in a panic.

“Hng– Binnie,” he slurs out. “S-So good for me, but–” his breath hitches in his throat as Hanbin licks a strip up his entire length before gently licking at the tip, listening eagerly. “M’gonna finish soon if you don’t stop,” he barely gets the words out before a loud moan rips through him.

Hanbin pulls away for a moment, his expression confused, seemingly not understanding why that was an issue.

“I want to come while you’re inside me,” he gasps, using this moment to catch his breath but it’s quite hard when Hanbin is looking up at him like that. Dazed, with tear stained cheeks, puffy lips downturned into a pout and slick with a mixture of his own drool and Hao’s precum.

“But shouldn’t gege get to cum twice?” He asks innocently, as if the question didn’t just make his dick twitch with interest in Hanbin’s hand. He tilts his head with a mischievous smile before he speaks, “As proof?”

Hao throws his head back and groans, and Hanbin takes that as a sign to continue his ministrations. 

It only takes a couple more brushes of his tip in the back of Hanbin’s throat before he comes with a shaky whine. He knows he doesn’t technically need to warn Hanbin, but he still feels bad when the pleasure overtakes him before he can let the other boy know.

Hanbin swallows down every last drop, before pulling off of his cock, and thoroughly licking it clean. Hao whimpers at the overstimulation and he guides Hanbin back up to the couch with a hand on the back of his neck.

Hanbin climbs on top of him and wastes no time licking into Hao’s open mouth. Beneath the taste of himself, there is something so Hanbin. Hao grips his neck tighter and sucks fervently on Hanbin’s tongue, savoring the taste.

He trails his lips down Hanbin’s jaw, whispering sweet praise into the skin before nipping at it. “So good for me, puppy.”

Hanbin leans his head back, giving Hao more access to suck and lick at his neck, to leave marks. Hao can feel his throat vibrate when he replies, “Anything for gege.”

He shifts Hanbin off of his lap to lay him down on the couch, a scene that felt uncannily familiar to when Hanbin had first made his promise.

Hanbin looks up at him with those big glassy eyes, wet lips parted trying to catch his breath, his hair fanning out messily on the couch behind him, making him look heartbreaking. That is the exact moment when Hao’s thoughts return– dark and insidious.

No one will ever see Hanbin like this again.

No one else will witness him in his desirable drunken state, vulnerable, desperate, and completely undone.

The thought burns through his veins, sinking its teeth into his skin and making him grip at Hanbin’s waist just a little tighter. He will stop at nothing to ensure that Hanbin remains like this for only him. The softness, weakness, and unfiltered affection belongs to Hao and Hao alone.

“Then be a good puppy and let gege use you,” he growls as he hooks his finger into Hanbin’s mouth once again. He slowly adds a second, and third, as he watches Hanbin coat them thoroughly with saliva with a dazed look in his eyes. 

He leans back on Hanbin’s lap and spreads his legs, giving Hanbin the perfect view for as he works himself open on his own fingers.

He maintains eye contact with Hanbin as he slides two of his fingers inside himself right away, revelling in the slight burning sensation. Hanbin’s eyes have nearly glossed over, and although he just pulled his spit-slicked fingers out of Hanbin’s mouth, he swears he can see new pools of drool forming at the corner of his lips, spilling slowly down his chin. His hands twitch at his sides, but since he’s a good boy, he doesn’t dare to touch.

The sight only encourages Hao to work himself open faster, so he adds a third finger, and rocks his hips slightly, each motion punching little whines out of his lips.

His eyes are screwed shut from the pleasure until he hears a hoarse whisper.

“Please, gege.” Hanbin has new tear streaks lining his cheeks, ones he must have shed from watching Hao finger himself at the perfect angle for Hanbin to see everything– his hole clenching around the three digits, increasingly desperate for something more.

Hao’s stomach flutters at the fact that he had made Hanbin cry, again. 

Out of the goodness of his heart, he decides to put Hanbin out of his misery. He removes his fingers from his hole, promptly returning them to their rightful place– inside Hanbin’s mouth. With his free hand, and some difficulty, he works Hanbin’s pants and underwear just far enough down his thighs to free his already hard cock.

Hanbin moans around the fingers in his mouth and Hao removes them so he can lean down to grab lube out of the drawer in their coffee table. They had started stashing it there long ago after one too many… incidents on their couch.

Hao pops the cap off and squeezes a generous amount in his hand, watching in awe as it mixes with Hanbin’s saliva coating his fingers. He deftly reaches behind him and works his hand over Hanbin’s angry leaking cock, ripping a moan out of the other boy.

He surges forward to swallow the sound. The kiss is mostly teeth and desperate biting, but the slide of their tongues together is even more heavenly as he carefully sinks himself down onto Hanbin’s length with a low whine.

When he goes to run a hand up Hanbin’s chest– he realizes that they both still have their shirts on. As he adjusts to Hanbin’s size, he makes quick work of both of their shirts and immediately latches his mouth onto one of Hanbin’s nipples.

He lets out an intense moan and subconsciously bucks his hips right up into Hao, punching another whimper out of him. He soothes the nub with his tongue before he sits straight up and braces two hands on Hanbin’s stomach for leverage to start moving.

“Gege’s gonna use you now, puppy,” he forewarns Hanbin before swiftly picking up his pace. He begins swirling his hips at a frantic speed, the drag of Hanbin’s cock against his walls leaving him breathless and light-headed.

Hanbin is watching him with a hooded gaze and a completely slack jaw, Hao can tell he wants to snap his hips up to meet Hao’s pace but he knows he is trying to be good.

“S’good, so good for me” Hao finds himself chanting. “You can touch now, puppy” he permits. 

With his newfound permission, Hanbin doesn’t hesitate to grip harshly at Hao’s hips and immediately meets his pace, dragging him down to meet his cock at the same frantic rhythm he had set, hitting right where Hao needed him the most.

Whines spill out from both of their lips and Hanbin’s pace falters as he reaches up to grasp at Hao’s still slightly sensitive cock.

“Close, gege, close,” he chokes out, his previously half-lidded eyes now screwed tightly shut– seemingly trying to fight off his impending orgasm for as long as he possibly can.

Hao can feel his own stomach tightening– from the sight of Hanbin, the slickness of his hand pumping his cock, and the way he was burying himself deeper and deeper into Hao with every grind of his hips.

“Good boy, go ahead” he praises as Hanbin’s other hand comes up to press against his waist, feeling the way the tip of his cock presses against Hao’s stomach with every thrust.

Before Hao can even say anything else, Hanbin starts mumbling, his whines nearly incoherent as he punctuates every word with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Only. You. Gege. Nobody. Else. Ever. Again.”

Hao hears him loud and clear. His vision blurs as he comes in ropes over Hanbin’s stomach– hot white blurring his vision and burning the skin all over his body. He can barely register Hanbin’s hips faltering a couple more times underneath his shaking form before he spills inside Hao with a loud cry.

It takes a few moments for his vision to return to him, and for the room to stop spinning, before he can open his eyes and fully focus on Hanbin, who seems to be in just as bad shape.

Hanbin’s bangs are dampened to his forehead as he looks up at Hao with a completely blissed-out expression. He looks so perfect, and Hao feels a sharp pang in his chest at the sight for some reason. A mix of guilt and shame for the way he reacted to the whole drinking with friends thing. He might have overreacted just a bit.

He leans down to press his lips to Hanbin’s, whispering against them, “You know I love you more than anything, right?” he glances up, searching Hanbin’s face for any signs of discomfort or fear. He doesn’t seem to find any.

Hanbin giggles into another kiss and pulls Hao down onto his chest into a crushing hug. “Of course, I know that, and now I hope you know that I really do feel the same.”

They eventually fall asleep just like that, with Hao fully on top of Hanbin. Lulled to sleep by the warm comfort of his unbridled contentment and feelings of reassurance settled deep into his bones, along with Hanbin's fingers tracing lazy shapes across his back. With their limbs entangled, and bodies sticking together in a mess that will have to be a problem for tomorrow instead. For now, all that matters is their hearts beating steadily, breathing in sync, and the unshakable feeling that right now, Hao has exactly what he wanted.