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It was a well-known fact among the members that Hao and Hanbin often slept together on Hanbin's bed, if their schedule allowed them to. It was tough at first, two overly grown men sharing a super single bed. It also didn't help that Hanbin runs extremely hot, while Hao runs extremely cold. 

There was no compensation in their relationship, though. Everything Hao says, goes. Hence, Hanbin often sleeps topless to combat the thick blankets that Hao insists they use.

What the members didn't know was that Hao also uses Hanbin's arm as a pillow. It wasn't his suggestion, but Hanbin insists on offering his arm as a pillow because he claims that Hao's pillow was too thin, therefore rendering it 'useless'. Hao entertains him, of course, not shying away from being even closer to Hanbin. 

Tonight, Hanbin was beyond exhausted from all the MC and hosting duties he had to attend earlier. 

As soon as he gets home, he quickly showers and takes off his shirt, passing out the moment he hits the bed— though not without stretching his arm out for Hao to use as a pillow. 

Hao takes his time washing up, leisurely doing his skin care and hair care, before snuggling up against Hanbin's side. He whips out his phone and holds it horizontally on Hanbin's chest as a placeholder for him to watch the 40-part Chinese historical series on YouTube Reels he saved a few days ago. 

To get more comfortable, he snuggles up even harder into Hanbin, prompting a soft grunt out of the unconscious man. Hao's face was basically in Hanbin's armpit, with more than half of his face squished in the crevice of the smooth surface.

He takes a deep breath. His heart stutters in his chest.

Hao always loved how Hanbin smelled, whether with perfume or his natural scent. Hanbin had a naturally pleasant scent. Milky, with a hint of sweetness. He smelled the best out of a shower, with his natural scent mixed with Hao's shower gel. 

Sometimes, just sometimes, he smelled even better after a rough workout or after a strenuous dance practice. His scent, combined with sweat, took on a slightly sour and creamy tone.

It's weird, but Hao loved it. He wished that he could lift Hanbin's shirt and stick his face up there, giving it a big whiff while licking the sweat off it—

Buzz.

The ring on his phone brings him back to reality. It is a notification from his manager, a reminder that he has to be awake slightly earlier tomorrow.

God. His show had been forgotten entirely during his daydreams about Hanbin's armpits. 

What's wrong with him?

It doesn't help that he's continuously breathing deeply into it, eyes cloudy as he indulges in Hanbin's pheromones. He slowly puts his phone away without compromising his position, closing his eyes as he takes another deep whiff, nose nuzzling into the smooth surface. 

Hao was in heaven. Hanbin smelled so sweet, so good, so perfect. His natural milky scent mixed with Hao's honey shower gel made him smell delectable. He smelled so good that Hao couldn't help but salivate, his mouth watering at the thought of a taste. 

He was about to get a little taste, tongue almost touching, before his self-consciousness jolted him.

Hao pulls back so fast that he ends up hitting his head on the wall behind him. "Fuck," he groans, hands flying to console the affected spot immediately. It'll definitely bruise. Hao feels sick; he couldn't believe that he almost did that to an unconscious man.

Guilt and shame run through his body as the scene unfolds behind his eyes repeatedly. His heart continues to race, unable to slow down. He takes a glance at Hanbin and sees that he is still sleeping peacefully, unaware of the internal turmoil that Hao is currently feeling. 

Hao sighs, disappointed in himself. "I'm so sorry, my baby," he whispers into Hanbin's ear as he kisses the side of his forehead lightly.

He doesn't know why he's feeling this way. Is he acting like this because he unknowingly has a fetish for armpits? Hao shudders. Maybe not. Or was it just because it's Sung Hanbin? 

Snuggling up in his original position, he tries his best to sleep, effectively ignoring the tightness that he feels in his pants.

He has to talk to Hanbin about this.

It isn’t easy to wake Hanbin after the grueling day he has had. However, he feels unusually hot, almost as if there is a living furnace beside him, particularly in his underarm area. When he finally opens his eyes to determine the cause of his discomfort, he is shocked to find Hao with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed, taking in heavy inhales of— his armpit?  

Confused, Hanbin turns his head to get a better look at what is happening. He has never seen Hao so engrossed, as if he’s overdosing on a drug made of Hanbin’s pheromones.

It is odd; it should feel weird, but Hanbin couldn't look away. The sight of his partner worshiping a .. bizarre part of him turns him on strangely. Hanbin subtly shifts. Hao continued to be entranced with scenting him, occasionally nuzzling his nose into the skin as though he needed to be attached to it at all times. 

Hanbin bites the inside of his cheek, trying to stay as still as possible. He can feel beads of moisture forming on his forehead, his eyebrows twitching slightly. He attempts to regulate his heart rate, taking deep breaths, not wanting to reveal that he is actually awake.

The next morning, Hao leaves the dorm before Hanbin wakes up, but not before briefly informing Hanbin with a kiss on his cheek that he has a long ad to shoot.

He is desperate to leave the one-sided awkwardness he knows he’ll feel if he stays with Hanbin a little longer. At least the ad shoot will eat up most of his day, delaying his impending doom when he is forced to attend a dance practice at night.

To no one’s surprise, Hao is immediately greeted with a warm embrace the moment he sets foot in the practice room. 

“I missed you,” Hao said while burying his face into Hanbin’s neck— arms seamlessly returning the hug, subtly taking in a deep sniff. 

Hanbin smells lovely. He is wearing a powdery, clean-scented perfume that complements his natural scent perfectly. One of Hao’s favorites. His clean scent also suggests that he was not dancing prior, lacking the smell of sweat. They must’ve been waiting for me before they started, Hao thought. 

Hanbin giggles, “You only saw me a few hours ago, you silly,” bringing Hao’s face in line with his, nuzzling their noses together.

“Alright guys, gross. Let’s finally start learning the dance.” Hao wasn’t sure which member whined about their public display of affection, but they should get used to it quickly because Hao wasn’t going to stop.

In times like these, Hao feels exceptionally grateful to be a Zerobaseone member. He pans his gaze to the full-length mirror in front of him, watching intensely as Hanbin takes off his black tank top, which is drenched with sweat. 

Practice is over, and Hanbin looks like he has just taken a shower with how much he is perspiring. Hao quietly watches as the other members stream out of the practice room after bidding their goodbyes, leaving him alone with Hanbin, who tends to stay in for an extra 30 minutes to polish up whatever is taught.

Hanbin is still panting, using his black tank top to wipe away the excessive sweat from his body. Hao gulps. It should be him instead. Hanbin then brushes his hair messily with his fingers before taking a seat on the floor ungracefully, pulling the iPad towards him as he begins monitoring the dance routine.

“Hyung, are you going to join me today, or do you want to head home with Gyuvin first?” Hanbin’s soft voice breaks whatever trance Hao is in. 

“Hyung?”

Hao’s legs move on their own, as if possessed. He wordlessly walks towards Hanbin, never taking his eyes off Hanbin's flushed state. Hanbin looks so beautiful like this, bare-faced and panting, as the lovely shade of red spreads across his cheeks, ears, neck, and chest.

Without hesitation, Hao sits on Hanbin’s outstretched legs, prompting a grunt from the still-panting man. Hanbin looks puzzled, his face resembling the cute, confused hamster sticker that Hao frequently uses.

He remains silent, watching Hao with wide eyes as he reluctantly places both of his arms around Hao’s waist.

“Hanbin-ah... you—you smell so good... Let me—” A mere whisper escapes from Hao’s mouth, unable to complete his sentence as he immediately attacks the juncture between Hanbin’s neck and shoulders with kisses and kitten licks.

Hao can’t help but moan when Hanbin’s slightly pungent smell immediately surrounds him. He reeks of sweat, his powdery perfume taking a backseat as his natural milky scent competes with the salty and earthy aroma of sweat, perfectly to Hao’s taste.

Closing his eyes, he shuts his brain as he is overwhelmed with nothing but Hanbin, Hanbin, Hanbin, and Hanbin. He hears a small whimper arise from the man, clearly hot and bothered but mostly confused, his hands on Hao’s waist tightening and unclenching as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

With a slight push, Hao lays Hanbin flat on the ground slowly, never breaking apart from his comfortable position on Hanbin’s neck. “Hyung— we really shouldn’t be doing this here,” Hanbin sweetly whines.

His words do not match his actions, though, as his hips involuntarily rub against Hao’s crotch, making the mutually growing tents even more prominent.

Hao painfully detaches himself from the sanctuary of Hanbin’s neck, panting as he finally allows air other than Hanbin’s smell to enter his lungs.

“Baby, you trust hyung, right?” he slurs as he lifts both of Hanbin’s hands from his waist to hold them firmly with one hand above his head, successfully trapping him.

A meek nod.

“You can tell hyung if you’re uncomfortable with anything, right?” 

A reluctant nod this time. The question baffles him.

Hao takes his time to study Hanbin. Sweet little defenseless Hanbin pants under him, his body covered with a sheen of sweat that glitters under the harsh lights of their practice room whenever he twitches. The once shade of amaranth painting his body is now replaced with crimson. His nipples perk up at full attention due to the cold room. 

Hao zeros in on the "Don’t regret what you do" tattoo before delivering the final blow.

“You’ll allow hyung to do whatever hyung wants to you, right?”

He hears Hanbin’s breath hitch before Hanbin squirms slightly in his hold. His eyes go wide, and his mouth parts as he whispers, “Yes, hyung.”

A bubble of satisfaction settles in Hao’s stomach as he slowly lowers his body until it is flat against Hanbin’s, one forearm balancing himself. At the same time, the other remains holding a tight grip, pinning Hanbin down. He kisses Hanbin’s red ear before inhaling deeply, grinding small circles against his lover. 

Hanbin is already rock hard.

“You know.. I have something to confess, Hanbin-ah,” whispering as he continues to give kisses down his jawline and neck. He can feel Hanbin panting against him, body tight as he was entirely trapped, with nowhere to escape. 

“I had a realization yesterday. Your scent is intoxicating; it drives me absolutely crazy.” 

He can hear Hanbin’s muffled whines before he reluctantly admits, “I.. I was awake yesterday, hyung.”

Hao pauses before emitting a small scoff. He should’ve known better.

“You pervert. You like it, don’t you? You like it when I do things to you without you knowing, when I worship every part of you, even when it’s unusual,” he sneers as he rocks his hips harder against Hanbin. 

No words needed; they’re both aware of the answer.

Hao continues to sing praises in the form of kisses to every inch of Hanbin’s body, taking his sweet time on his celestial tattoo, messily licking the layer of sweat off of it before giving it little nips, mourning at the fact that he’s unable to leave marks.

He resumes his journey south before stopping at Hanbin’s armpits. He takes a peek to gauge Hanbin’s expression, giving a slight smirk as he sees the man watching him with wide, anticipatory eyes. He lowers himself, and the smell is even more pungent here. 

Closing his eyes, he takes a long lick up his armpit, emitting a moan out of both of them. He was enveloped in bliss as the salty taste exploded in his mouth and the sweet and sour scent assaulted his nostrils. 

“You smell so good,” Hao whines, the small grinds pausing as he devours Hanbin, leaving kisses and licks to cover every surface area. His head turns cloudy as he continues to worship Hanbin, feet entering the gates of heaven, unwilling to leave.

“More… more hyung— please,” Hanbin wails at the lack of stimulation. Transparent pearls of frustration and arousal leaked out of his eyes. 

Hao continues his ministrations as he moves his hips to grind even harder to satiate his lover, hard enough for it to hurt, just like how Hanbin likes it. He can feel Hanbin gasp as he wiggles in his hold, hands clenching and unclenching, hips thrusting upwards to meet Hao’s.

“Don’t cum yet, Hanbin-ah.” The order is curt and sharp, accompanied by a slight pinch on his side, forcing the man to stay still unwillingly. 

“Kiss– I want kiss, hyung.” Hanbin slurs as tears continue to run down his face, his eyes unfocused.

Hao roughly cups Hanbin’s face with both hands and smashes his lips against Hanbin’s awaiting mouth. It sounds obscene— the wet, sloppy noises overpowering the empty room, almost producing an echo. 

Hanbin moans, catching the salt of his own sweat on Hao’s tongue. It’s messy, their tongues fighting for dominance in a game that Hanbin knows he can’t win.

The grinds become desperate, with Hao selfishly rolling his hips as he focuses on his release. It was dry, and the friction hurt, but it was enough for him. 

His stomach tightens as he sloppily makes out with Hanbin, his mind fuzzy as he focuses on the friction. Hao was so pent up from the night before that it didn’t take long before his hips stuttered, a long moan emitting from him as he cum untouched.

Hao closes his eyes as he bites and pulls the bottom of Hanbin’s lips. He rests his forehead against him, hips slowing down to a stop.

“Good boy, Hanbin-ah,” Hao murmurs approvingly as he notices how Hanbin keeps his arms above his head without him asking, and how he delays his release until Hao allows him to.

Hanbin whimpers from beneath him. His whole body is twitching from being on the edge for so long, as he keeps his orgasm at bay. His eyes were still full of tears from frustration, his body now radiating immense heat. But there were no complaints from him, just still and pliant under Hao’s care.

Trembling still, Hao takes some time to come back to himself before he kisses Hanbin on the cheek. He grimaces as he feels the sticky feeling in his sweatpants.

He still has to take care of his lover, though.

Hao slowly lowers himself until his mouth is adjacent to Hanbin’s crotch. The dark patch of pre-cum staining his grey sweatpants makes his mouth water. It amuses him how worked up Hanbin got because of him. 

He is about to roughly pull Hanbin’s sweatpants down with his mouth before an even concentrated and pungent smell hits him, making him moan whorishly. 

Drunk on Hanbin’s scent, he sloppily uses his teeth to peel off Hanbin’s pants together with his briefs, hands busy running up and down Hanbin’s body.

He is only halfway in pulling his briefs down when Hanbin’s excited member slaps him on the face. Hao moans as he’s met with a long and girthy cock— veins prominent along the sides as an angry red replaces the usual pink at the tip. He watches as a stream of clear pre-cum oozes out of his tip, Hanbin’s hips twitching along.

Hanbin is big. But too bad it’s useless tonight.

Soft hands grip the length as he gently reminds Hanbin to stay still and keep his eyes only on him. They start slow, fingertips leisurely running along the veins down Hanbin’s shaft as the other hand taps his tip languishly, watching as the sticky pre-cum chases his finger.

Hao rewards Hanbin by wrapping both of his hands around his length, continuing to jerk him at a steady pace. Not too fast, not too slow. It is apparently not enough for Hanbin, sweet whines coming out of the man as he subtly tries to rock his hips together with the pace, trying to get more friction.

Hao ignores him. Not reprimanding him for failing to keep still, but not picking up the pace as well. He watches as Hanbin’s mewls and whines increase by the second, begging him with “please” and “more”. He continues his steady pace regardless, forcing Hanbin to take what is given.

After some time, Hao feels Hanbin’s body tighten and his hips jerk more violently. He watches as Hanbin tries his best to keep his eyes on him, eyes rolling back every few seconds. He bites his bottom lip harshly to repress any noise that leaks out. He’s close.

“It’s okay, you can let go.”

The grateful moan he got in reply was well-received, thick white ropes of cum painting his face as Hanbin finally orgasms.

Hao vaguely registers Hanbin chanting his ‘thank yous’ to him as he focuses on the white pearls that seep rapidly out of Hanbin’s cock. He waits for it to slow down as he uses the other hand to collect the cum that landed on his face, messily spreading it onto Hanbin’s cock.

A sly grin erupts from Hao’s face as he brings both his hands back on Hanbin’s spent member, moving slowly but steadily. 

Hao isn’t satisfied yet.

“You can give me one more, right, Hanbin-ah?” he mutters as he brings Hanbin back to hardness. His dick feels hot in his hands, the once softening member pulsating and twitching.

“H-hyung… Wait— ouch, wait, Hyung.” Hanbin reacts immediately, releasing his hands from above his head to frantically push Hao off. “I just— it hurts, hyung.” Pretty sobs enter Hao’s ears as he continues working at a slow pace on Hanbin’s length, exclusively focusing on the tip. 

Hao coos. “Aww, it hurts, doesn’t it, baby?” A palm lies flat against the tip as he increases speed, rubbing it in circles, slowly bringing Hanbin into post orgasm torture. “Oh, I’m so sorry.. I know, I know.” 

Hanbin is full-on sobbing, shaking his head as he clenches his fists onto Hao’s shirt. Overstimulation hits him like a truck, with the pain now overriding the pleasure. He wails as his tip gets abused by Hao’s merciless palm, specifically rubbing in areas which Hanbin likes the most. 

He looks ethereal, begging Hao to stop, body squirming under the dim lights, mewls and whines clouding the empty room. 

“C-close,” Hanbin manages to mutter before another sob escapes his mouth. He covers his eyes with one arm as he lies still, ultimately giving up on running away, chest now rapidly inhaling air instead.

“You’re so good to me, Hanbin-ah… Allowing me to do anything I want to you, even if it’s weird, even if it brings you pain.”

Hao continues on his ruthless pace on Hanbin’s tip, occasionally using one hand to fondle his balls.

“Hyung— Hyung I—” a choked gasp interrupts Hanbin as clear liquid projects out of his tip.

Hanbin is squirting.

It is never-ending, some hitting Hao in the face as the rest splashes onto Hanbin’s torso. 

Hao lets out a strangled moan, the sight of Hanbin jerking violently beneath him, body wrecked as he tries to catch his breath, does things to him.

He slowly leans in, closing the distance between them, and kisses Hanbin softly. With a gentle touch, he wipes the beads of sweat from Hanbin’s forehead, whispering sweet nothings that hang in the air like delicate music. He lets his lips linger in gentle kisses upon Hanbin’s brow, imbuing the moment with warmth and affection.

Hao then takes a clean towel off the rack and wipes both himself and Hanbin down, dressing them in fresh clothes that they usually keep in the practice room.

“You're filthy, Hyung,” Hanbin whispers as Hao pulls a fresh shirt over his head, a dopey smile lighting up his face with rosy cheeks.

“You love it,” Hao replies.

“I do, I love you.”