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the silence in the studio wasn't emptiness, but a thick, almost tangible substance, saturated with exhaustion and the residual vibration of work that had just been set aside. the only light came from the computer monitor casting ghostly blueish shadows onto the walls lined with acoustic panels. the studio smelled of stale coffee, dust from the equipment, and jihoon’s clean, slightly bitter scent — his signature hand cream and lavender shampoo he used.
soonyoung lay on his back on the wide, low sofa, one arm thrown behind his head. his eyes were closed, but sleep wouldn't come. he’d spent the whole day at grueling rehearsals, and then these long hours here, in jihoon’s studio, wrestling with the arrangement of a new, complex song for their album. physical fatigue weighed down his muscles, but beneath it pulsed something else — an overstimulation that is too familiar for soonyoung, turned inward and coiled tightly into a knot of energy between his ribs. his fingers, usually so expressive and deft in dance, drummed nervously against his own stomach through the thin fabric of his shirt.
jihoon was still sitting hunched over his laptop in the chair in front of the keyboard. the light from the screen carved his sharp profile from the gloom, casting the shadow of his long lashes on his cheek and the concentrated furrow between his brows. his fingers occasionally twitched over the trackpad, making invisible edits. his immersion, his almost monastic concentration always captivated soonyoung — jihoon seemed so small and fragile, yet he possessed such incredible willpower. soonyoung watched him through the slit of his eyelashes, feeling the knot of energy inside him tighten and loosen in time with jihoon’s steady breathing.
"jihoon-ah," soonyoung’s voice came out quieter than he’d planned; huskier from the fatigue and strong tension in his throat. "it’s way past midnight. maybe you should take a break?"
jihoon flinched almost imperceptibly — the voice pulled him from his own thoughts. he turned his head slowly towards soonyoung. the monitor light caught a dull spark in his dark eyes — a mixture of exhaustion and lingering focus.
"sorry?" he blinked a few times, trying to return to reality. "but this beat… it’s still not good enough," he said, waving a hand dismissively at the invisible problem, but his gaze fell on soonyoung, sprawled tiredly on the sofa. "alright, maybe you’re right. perhaps i really have… overstayed a bit."
jihoon stretched to remove the stiffness from his neck. the quiet crack of vertebrae sounded too loud in the utter silence. when he stood, the empty space of the huge studio made him seem even tinier to soonyoung.
approaching the sofa, jihoon carefully lowered himself onto the edge near soonyoung’s feet. the space between them suddenly became electric. soonyoung could feel the warmth radiating from him, hear his shallow, even breathing mingling with the quiet hum of the computer.
the silence thickened again, but now it vibrated — this time not just with creative tension, but with something else. something… more personal, more dangerous. soonyoung slowly pushed himself up on his elbows.
jihoon was looking at him. but not superficially, not as he was appraising him; it was like he was studying him from within, gazing into the depths of his soul. his gaze held none of its usual detachment or task-focused intensity. there was sincerity, fatigue, and something elusively… open? questioning? needy?
soonyoung didn’t quite understand who moved first. maybe it was his hand reaching out and bridging the short distance between them, his fingers involuntarily brushing jihoon’s cheek. or maybe it was jihoon who took an almost imperceptible step closer, reducing the distance between them to nothing. but suddenly they were close. too close.
their breath mingled.
the first kiss was cautious, testing — just a light brush of lips (or was it a wordless question?). soonyoung tasted iced americano and something that probably belonged to jihoon — his characteristic cleanliness; that elusive, slight bitterness. he expected to be pushed away, but instead, jihoon’s fingers clutched the fabric of soonyoung’s shirt over his chest, pulling him closer. a soft sigh, more like a moan, escaped from jihoon as soonyoung deepened the kiss, losing all remaining caution.
the energy (or was it arousal?) that had been coiling inside soonyoung all evening burst free, transforming into heat that spread through his veins. he wrapped an arm around jihoon’s waist, feeling the fragility and unexpected pliancy beneath the thin sweater. jihoon responded — his hands slid under soonyoung’s shirt; the cold tips of his fingers against the contrasting hot skin made soonyoung inhale sharply and groan low. jihoon’s usual restraint, honed over for so many years, collapsed in an instant, revealing a passion that took soonyoung by surprise with its intensity.
they didn’t notice themselves sliding off the sofa onto the thick carpet that muffled the sound of their fall. the world suddenly narrowed to the ghostly light of the screen and the scent of each other — soonyoung’s energy and jihoon’s cleanliness, mingling into one electrified aroma. the studio seemed to vanish. only two souls remained: soonyoung, whose dance expressiveness transformed into a language of touch — every movement now devoted to exploring jihoon’s fragile body; and jihoon, whose usual focus had given way to complete surrender; his quiet moans, usually only heard through a microphone in his recordings, now rang out brightly in the dark — it was pure, unfiltered music of desire. another song that had been composed by him under the cover of the night.
soonyoung’s skillful hands now charted a new route across the body beneath him, finding the right rhythm that made jihoon arch and dig his fingers deeper into soonyoung’s back. it was a duet; an improvisation, where every beat was born here and now, burning beneath their skin.
"can i…?" soonyoung’s low, rough voice cut through the soft sounds of jihoon’s moans. his hands smoothed over milky skin, while jihoon stared at the ceiling, gaze clouded with desire. his lashes fluttered as if he might cry. "jihoon-ah?"
soonyoung froze. he moved his hands to jihoon’s face, cupping it in his warm palms, forcing jihoon to meet his eyes.
"y-yeah, you can," jihoon’s eyes were slightly teary, glistening in the dim monitor light. they reminded soonyoung of the starry sky — just as deep, distant. and insanely beautiful. he could count entire constellations in them. "please."
jihoon in his hands didn’t just seem — he was fragile and small. for the first time in ten years, he’d shed his hard shell, the one hiding feelings so pure and sincere, awakened so suddenly. probably, if someone had told him that tonight he’d be whining under soonyoung’s touch on the floor of his own studio, he’d likely have laughed — but laughter was far from him now. he whispered soonyoung’s name like a mantra, begging him over and over to touch him.
soonyoung’s hands returned to jihoon’s body; he helped jihoon take off his thin sweater and continued roaming. his fingers and lips were everywhere — he kissed every inch of milky skin as if his life depended on it. he left barely visible marks with his teeth, drawing desperate pleas from jihoon’s parted lips.
feelings seemed to seize control of his body and mind. as if jihoon was his oxygen, an inseparable part of himself. the center of his small universe.
"what do you want, jihoon-ah?" soonyoung reluctantly pulled away from jihoon’s body. he left a weightless kiss between his protruding ribs and pushed himself up on his hands, hovering completely over jihoon, who seemed to have lost control of himself: a blush covered his face, neck, and chest; his breathing had been ragged for some time. "tell me."
jihoon met soonyoung’s gaze, letting him see the haze of desire in his own eyes. he swallowed loudly and reached out, placing a hand on soonyoung’s cheek. jihoon, gathering the last remnants of his strength, lifted himself slightly to press his lips to soonyoung’s in a soft, brief kiss.
"y-you," jihoon whispered it, pulling back from soonyoung’s lips. his voice sounded so quiet that soonyoung thought he’d misheard, but jihoon, as if reading his thoughts, continued; a little more confidently and clearly this time. "i want to feel you… however you’ll let me. but i want to feel you completely, soonyoung-ah."
the air in the studio thickened, becoming heavy and sweet like honey. jihoon’s words — first a timid whisper, then a clear, anguished confession — hung between them, vibrating in the silence of the humming equipment. it was more than just a sound — it was a tangible command; a plea that had shed the last restraints.
soonyoung froze. not because he doubted — on the contrary, his body burned, every cell demanded touch with this fragile, burning body beneath him; but because the weight of these words, this absolute, naked trust emanating from jihoon, who is usually so closed, paralyzed him for a moment. his own breath caught in his chest.
soonyoung’s eyes, usually so expressive and playful, darkened; became deep and bottomless, like the night outside the window. they reflected the flame ignited by jihoon, and something primal, responsive, that could no longer be restrained. he slowly lowered himself, no longer hovering, but literally sinking back into the space between jihoon's body and the carpet. his thighs pressed tightly against jihoon’s thighs, the skin-to-skin warmth becoming almost painful.
"completely," soonyoung repeated, his voice low, hoarse, stripped of its usual playfulness. it was the voice of a man who understood the responsibility and power he had taken on. "are you sure about this, jihoon-ah? do you understand what you're asking for?"
to be honest, he didn't expect a verbal answer. his hand, strong and knowing, calloused from years of training, slid from jihoon's cheek down his neck to his collarbone, barely touching it and leaving goosebumps in its way. he felt jihoon's heart pounding wildly under his fingertips; the way his chest hitched sharply on an inhale. his gaze remained fixed on jihoon's face, catching every shadow of emotion, watching for any slightest change.
jihoon simply couldn't have answered, even if he tried. right now, his world had narrowed down only to soonyoung’s touches, to his dark eyes, holding him captive. he only nodded, almost imperceptibly, but with such force of agreement that it was clearer than any words. his slender fingers dug into soonyoung’s broad shoulders, not pushing away, but pulling, inviting deeper, closer.
"okay," soonyoung whispered, and in that word was both a promise and a warning. "i'll give you what you want so badly."
his movements lost the last remnants of hesitation. he bent down sharply, his lips found jihoon's again, but this was no longer exploration. it was possession. deep, commanding, pulling a moan from jihoon that was immediately muffled.
simultaneously, his hand, sliding under jihoon's back, lifted him, bringing their bodies into full contact. jihoon arched into this pressure, this all-consuming warmth, his arms encircling soonyoung’s neck, fingers tangling in his short hair.
but soonyoung didn't rush. desire consumed him from within, but jihoon's words — especially "completely" — became his law in that moment. he wanted jihoon to feel every moment, every inch of him. his lips left jihoon’s and descended lower, leaving hot kisses along the jawline, and pressed against the neck to that sensitive spot near the collarbone, the touch of which made jihoon shiver finely and moan. soonyoung’s free hand slid along jihoon's side, feeling the outline of ribs and the tremor of abdominal muscles under the thin skin, until it reached the waistband of his pants.
"soonyoung-ah..." his name escaped from jihoon’s lips in a broken whisper, more a plea than a protest. his eyes were closed, lashes damp from the wave of sensation crashing over him. soonyoung’s hand stopped, fingers gripping the fabric on his thigh, as if asking silent permission.
"i'm here, jihoon-ah," soonyoung answered softly, lifting his head to meet jihoon’s gaze again. his own breathing was heavy. "i'm here, with you. tell me if... if you’d like to stop."
jihoon only shook his head. there was no fear in his eyes — only that haze of desire, mixed with absolute trust and an unquenchable thirst. he reached up, catching soonyoung’s lips in a short, wet, desperate kiss — both an answer and permission. the expression of an entire spectrum of feelings contained in a single action.
and it was enough.
soonyoung felt the last threads of his control snap, giving way to the flood of passion and possession he'd barely held back. his hand slipped beneath jihoon's pants waistband, palm settling on the hot skin of his thigh, then slid lower, towards the cock leaking natural lubricant. simultaneously, his hips moved, creating a slow, unbearable friction between them through the thin layers of fabric.
jihoon cried out, his body arched, fingers dipped into soonyoung’s back so hard they surely left some red marks. his eyes flew wide open, full of shock at the intensity of the sensations and boundless surrender.
"yeah, like this..." soonyoung whispered, his lips were again right at jihoon's ear, hot breath scorching his skin. "feel it? it's me, only me. completely."
his hand movements under the fabric became purposeful, firm, yet still somehow tender, watching jihoon's reaction. every touch, every thrust of his hips was aimed at fulfilling the request — to let jihoon feel him. the studio, the world, the time — suddenly everything ceased to exist. there were only their merged bodies, jihoon's loud moans mingling with soonyoung’s ragged breathing, and the heat, spreading through them like molten metal, fusing them into one under the ghostly blue light of the screen.
jihoon's sobs sliced through the air, driving soonyoung even wilder.
"i-i want more, soonyoung-ah," jihoon's desperate whisper was molasses for his ears. his needy tone, hitched breaths, the way he moaned his name — all of it turned him on more than anything else. soonyoung was ready to swear he'd never felt so exalted as now, simply holding jihoon in his arms, begging to give him more. "fuck, please!"
this sound, this tone — needy, stripped of all usual restraint, saturated with purest lust — pierced soonyoung sharper than any touch. it was molasses, honey, poison, pouring straight into his blood and making it boil with new, frantic force. every sob, every choked moan of his name escaping jihoon's lips was fuel poured onto the fire of his own desire.
and that last, desperate exclamation ripped from jihoon's lips seemed to blow away the final barrier inside soonyoung. the sensation of holding jihoon — usually so composed, controlling every note, every movement — now spread out, trembling and begging him for more, was intoxicating. dizzying. exalted. in that moment, soonyoung would have sworn he'd never felt so powerful, so needed, as he did now.
"more," soonyoung repeated with a half-smile. his voice was low, hoarse, an almost bestial growl leaving no reason to doubt. he was no longer asking, no longer testing boundaries. he simply knew. his hand, which until that moment had moved with calculated, almost torturous slowness under the fabric of jihoon's pants, suddenly became firm and decisive. rough fingers grasped jihoon's burning, taut flesh through the thin layer of underwear, squeezing with such force that jihoon cried out, arching his back like a bow as his legs instinctively wrapped around soonyoung’s thighs. "yeah, just like that," soonyoung whispered, watching jihoon's eyes roll back from shock and overwhelming pleasure. his own thigh wedged itself between jihoon's legs, creating strong, relentless pressure, answering his plea for more in the most direct way. "you'll get everything you want, jihoon-ah. i'll give you everything."
he felt jihoon's body tense to its limit under his fingers, through the fabric, like a bowstring before the shot. broken moans turned into a continuous high-pitched, trembling sound tearing from his constricted throat. jihoon dug his fingers into soonyoung’s back so hard that pain mixed with pleasure, and his head thrashed helplessly side to side on the carpet.
"h-hyung!" his voice broke into a scream as the movement of soonyoung’s hips became rhythmic, powerful, thrusting him in time with the squeezing hand. "i... i can't...!"
"hold on," soonyoung whispered into his ear, scorching the lobe with his lips; his tongue slid over the sensitive skin. his breath was hot and ragged. "hold onto me. give in completely. the way you always wanted."
it was like conducting an element. like conducting an orchestra, where every movement of soonyoung’s elicited a new, stronger response in jihoon's body. he felt jihoon tremble and unravel beneath him, felt his inner muscles clench convulsively around his thigh, felt every cell of his being focused on the waves of mounting pleasure that soonyoung methodically and skillfully summoned. his own need burned like a fireball low in his stomache, but the sight of jihoon losing control, begging and trusting him in this abyss of sensation, was stronger. he wanted to bring him to the edge and peer into that abyss with him.
soonyoung’s hand under the fabric became even more insistent, his fingers finding the sensitive knot of tension, squeezing and releasing in rhythm with his powerful hip thrusts. he felt jihoon teetering on the edge — his breathing became short, sharp, like a hunted animal's, and his moans turned into a continuous high-pitched cry, interrupted only by sobs from the overwhelming feelings.
"soon— ah! h-hyung, please…! i'm gonna…" jihoon choked, his eyes wide open, full of terror and bliss before the inevitable fall. his fingers dug into soonyoung’s broad shoulders with such force they would definitely leave bruises on the fair skin. "f-fuck!"
"yeah," soonyoung hissed, leaning in so close their foreheads touched, his dark eyes looking straight into jihoon's lost, glazed ones, not letting him look away in this decisive moment. "c’mon, jihoon-ah. do it for me now. show me what you feel."
his final hip thrust was stronger, deeper, his fingers squeezed jihoon with almost painful intensity.
and it was enough.
jihoon's body seemed to collapse from within. he cried out — a sound devoid of any words; a pure cry of release and unbearable bliss. his back lifted off the carpet, every muscle tightened into a steel arc, then went limp, shuddering in a series of uncontrolled spasms of pleasure. his fingers clenched soonyoung with force, as if in fear that he would disappear in this moment of absolute vulnerability and that he wasn't real.
the air filled with his loud whines, mixed with ragged gasps and a quiet, repeating whisper of soonyoung’s name.
soonyoung froze, watching this and feeling every tremor, every wave passing through the body beneath him. his own need raged, almost painful in its unfulfillment, but this feeling… this feeling of power over jihoon's ecstasy, the feeling that he had been able to give him that "more" he so desperately begged for, was almost as intense. he slowly loosened his grip, his hand slid out from under the stained clothing, and his palm rested on jihoon's heaving chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart under the thin skin. he pressed his lips almost weightlessly to jihoon's forehead, hot and wet. soonyoung whispered incoherent words of comfort and admiration until the trembling in jihoon's body gradually began to subside, replaced by deep, exhausted, but even breathing.
jihoon lay as if shattered, his eyes were closed, lashes were sticky after his tears. the corners of his lips were lifted in a tiny, blissful smile. soonyoung was here. with him. completely.
soonyoung knew his turn would come. the heat in his own blood hadn't gone anywhere. but now, looking at jihoon's serene, trusting face, at his relaxed body surrendered to the aftermath of pleasure, he felt something more than just physical need. he felt… possession. jihoon was laying here, in his hands, between his body and the thick carpet, and soonyoung swore to himself that he would give him everything he wanted. always. he might start slowly, but he never intended to stop.
the trembling beneath soonyoung gradually quieted, turning into deep, even inhales and exhales, interrupted only by occasional, wet sobs in the end. jihoon lay relaxed, almost formless, his eyes were heavily closed. that fragile, steely will that usually held him taut had dissolved, leaving behind only vulnerability and deepest exhaustion. little smile, so blissful and defenseless, still trembled on his chapped lips.
soonyoung hovered over him, his own breathing uneven, blood was still humming in his temples from desire and adrenaline. but the sight of jihoon alone — so open, so helplessly beautiful in his exhaustion — dampened the flame inside, turning it into a warm, protective fire. his jihoon needed tenderness. he needed soonyoung’s care.
carefully, with infinite gentleness he didn't always acknowledge in himself, soonyoung disentangled his limbs. his hand, so commanding and demanding moments before, now rested softly on jihoon's exposed, heaving chest, feeling the calming rhythm of his heart under his palm. soonyoung leaned down, leaving a weightless kiss on the sweat-damp temple, on the tousled, wet hair.
"it's okay," he whispered, his voice was low, raspy, but incredibly soft. "i'm here, jihoon-ah."
he carefully lifted him, feeling jihoon unconsciously reach for his warmth, weakly protesting the loss of contact. soonyoung smiled at this silent gesture. with a swift but smooth motion, he slid one arm under jihoon's knees and the other under his shoulder blades. jihoon's weight was practically imperceptible in his strong arms. soonyoung lifted him from the carpet, pressing him against his chest like the most precious and fragile treasure. jihoon murmured something incoherent, his head fell onto soonyoung’s shoulder, and his breathing became deeper, steadier — he was already half-asleep.
soonyoung carried him to that sofa from which they’d slid off not long ago in the surge of passion that had clouded their minds. to that sofa where jihoon usually slept when he stayed late in the studio — just like he did now, for instance. he lowered jihoon onto the soft fabric with care and pulled jihoon's sweater over him, which immediately slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of the thin waist. soonyoung took off his own shirt and covered jihoon with it like it was a blanket. the warmth and his scent should’ve been soothing after such intense surge of emotion.
he sat on the edge of the sofa, watching jihoon instinctively curled up under the “blanket” soonyoung made for him, his face was completely relaxed, serene. tear tracks slowly dried on his cheeks. soonyoung reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead. his heart clenched with something vast and unfamiliar — a mix of possession, tenderness, and deepest responsibility.
soonyoung stood up. he quickly tidied the scattered stuff, sweeping the clutter into a pile. he turned off the computer, plunging the studio into complete darkness, broken only by faint city light from the window. soonyoung wearily returned to the sofa.
even if there wasn't much space for two of them, soonyoung didn't want to leave. he carefully settled behind jihoon, pressing close against his curved back. his arm encircled the thin waist, pulling the fragile body towards him so jihoon wouldn't fall. jihoon sighed in his sleep, his back pressed against soonyoung’s chest, the back of his head right under soonyoung’s chin. soonyoung buried his nose in jihoon's hair, inhaling the familiar clean scent, now mixed with the smell of their recent intimacy and sweat.
the warmth of their bodies merged. their breathing synchronized — deep and even from jihoon, and still slightly quickened but calming from soonyoung. his own unfulfilled need still smoldered somewhere deep, but it felt distant, not so important compared to this world — the weight of the trusting body in his arms, the silence of the studio that had become their refuge, and the rhythm of jihoon's breathing under his chin.
soonyoung’s lips touched the crown of jihoon's head in a weightless kiss. he closed his eyes, feeling fatigue washing over him too, heavy and pleasant like a blanket. his hand on jihoon's waist rested a little more firmly, protecting, holding.
they fell asleep like that — entwined, like two notes in a peaceful chord of the long night. jihoon's studio, a realm of sound and hard work, guarded their sleep in its silence. and tomorrow… it could wait. now there were only warmth, darkness, and the absolute, silent certainty that they were here, together.
soonyoung was jihoon's oxygen and inspiration, and jihoon had become soonyoung's whole universe that night.
and for them, it was only a beginning.