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“Ugh, what’s your problem?”
Sunghoon said nothing, but the corner of his lips curled upwards.
That somehow was enough for Sunoo to sigh, with his eyes raising to the ceiling in a silent prayer. “I wish you could just answer my question instead of pretending to be all mysterious. You seriously drive me crazy sometimes.”
“How so?”
Accusatory tone tinted Sunoo's voice as he pointed a shaky finger at Sunghoon. “Oh, drop the act already! You’ve been peeking at me all night, I just KNOW you’re up to something!”
“Hm? Any proof to support your theory?” Sunghoon stretched lazily. He then let out a loud ahhh, as if struck with realization. “Jungwon did tell me you've been into this manifestation stuff lately. I won't fall in love with you just because it's true in your head, though—”
Thump! Sunghoon caught the cushion hurled towards him before it could collide with his face. Sunoo only glared harder and sank deeper into the couch at the display of Sunghoon's reflexes, his attempt at homicide an absolute failure. Despite making a scene, his cheeks were dusted over with pink.
Sunghoon couldn't fight the smirk creeping onto his lips anymore.
Sunoo was right—except, unbeknownst to him, Sunghoon’s plan was already in action. What was the plan, you might ask?
To watch Sunoo as he slowly but surely got drunk.
It wasn't that easy actually. Looks could be deceiving, and that definitely was the case with Sunoo who, with his slim frame and face of an angel, somehow had the highest alcohol tolerance out of their entire friend group. So high that Sunghoon had never witnessed the other man in his drunk state.
Well, until now, Sunghoon thought, a weird kind of delight filling him as he watched Sunoo snatch an almost empty soju bottle off the table. Sunoo’s movements were wobbly, so starkly different from his usual grace and gentleness. His scrunched up face made it seem as if all of his focus went into making sure he didn't topple over like a mermaid trying to use her legs for the first time.
Sunoo's gaze snapped to where Riki soundlessly rose from his seat. “Where are you going?”
Riki paused, the petrification in his eyes hardly noticeable before it was blinked away. “…To my room.”
“I’m pouring us shots.”
“Hyung, I…”
“I'm pouring us shots.”
Riki swallowed, gaze flickering to Sunghoon. He looked like a kid berated by his parent with his clenched fists shoved into the pockets, head hung low.
“Give him a breather, Sunoo,” Sunghoon stepped in. As amusing as it was to see Riki grow all abashed under Sunoo's attention, prolonging that farce would mess with his plan. “You've gotta remember Riki can't hold his liquor like you do. I don't feel like scraping his corpse off the floor, you know?”
Riki inhaled sharply as if intending to interrupt, but closed his mouth in the end. Swallowing his pride. While Sunoo considered Sunghoon's words, Riki took the chance and swiftly snuck away to his room.
Since the rest of the guys had already returned to their homes, that only left Sunoo and Sunghoon sitting together on the living room couch.
“Give it to me.”
Sunoo yelped when the bottle in his hands was effortlessly taken over by Sunghoon.
“Hey!”
“I don’t trust you with that right now, sorry,” Sunghoon said, though there was no trace of regret in his tone. His gaze dropped to Sunoo’s hands, slightly trembling. “We didn’t replace the old couch just for you to make a mess on the new one as well.”
Sunoo frowned, raising an eyebrow. “Tell that to Jake, when have I ever—?!”
Sunghoon reached out to aggressively ruffle Sunoo's hair before he could stop himself. The action was effective at shutting the whiny man up, but didn't make him appear any less exasperated.
After filling the shot glass in front of Sunoo to the brim, Sunghoon hummed, “Sunoo, didn’t you want to use the bathroom?”
No? said the confused look Sunoo initially sent him. Then, a shadow of reflection crossed Sunoo’s face.
“Well… maybe?…”
“Then what are you waiting for? Don’t want you making a mess here, remember?”
That earned Sunghoon a slap on his arm. Still, Sunoo did as he was told.
As the man disappeared in the bathroom, his steps creating a zig-zag pattern, Sunghoon unhurriedly grabbed the water bottle standing next to the couch, placed strategically beyond Sunoo’s line of sight, and used it to fill his own glass.
What was the point of the experiment if Sunghoon ended up drunker than Sunoo?
It took Sunoo a longer moment to come back, but when he finally did, he wasted no time before picking up his glass and clinking it with Sunghoon's. Sunghoon pretended not to see the few translucent droplets that fell to the floor.
“Cheers!”
As they downed their shots, Sunghoon amped up his acting skills to the max, groaning as if the water actually burned his throat.
Sunoo stopped midway through reaching for his soda, hazel eyes narrowing at Sunghoon.
“It's probably my last one for the night,” Sunghoon sighed, stretching. “You can keep on going if you want to, though.”
Sunoo's gaze dropped to the empty glass Sunghoon put back on the table.
It felt as if someone pressed a fast-forward button when Sunoo’s hand deviated from its original route and charged for Sunghoon's glass instead. Sunghoon reacted fast, snatching the glass just before Sunoo could beat him to it.
Sunoo’s tone lowered, each of his words enunciated slowly. “You don't seem very drunk, hyung.”
Oh. Well. Maybe Sunghoon's acting wasn't that convincing after all.
But having gone so far, it was no use giving up.
“What is it, Sunoo? Mad that the apprentice outdid the master?”
Sunghoon observed those plush lips squeeze into a tight line.
“Prove it.”
Sunghoon made a confused hm? sound.
“What I’m trying to say is that you’re a liar,” Sunoo mumbled out.
Already mentally prepared, thanks to the previous attack, Sunghoon didn’t blink an eye when Sunoo charged at him that time. He latched onto Sunghoon’s bicep, extending his other arm as much as he could, but to no avail—Sunghoon had successfully manoeuvred the glass out of Sunoo’s reach.
“You’re really not helping your case…”
Sunoo’s words died in his throat.
Somewhere among all the chaos, their faces had drawn close.
So close that Sunghoon swore he could actually feel tiny gusts of air fanning over his cheeks as Sunoo’s eyelashes fluttered like a pair of erratic butterfly wings before coming to a stop.
Experiencing what seemed to be a moment of shyness, Sunoo tore his gaze away from Sunghoon’s. He broke eye contact, but wasn’t finished staring at Sunghoon’s face. In fact, Sunoo’s eyes remained fixed on it, straying lower and lower, his irises slowly consumed by black.
Sunghoon took a deep, long breath.
And then blew a puff of air straight into Sunoo’s face.
Releasing a scream way too dramatic, Sunoo threw himself backwards, his body collapsing onto the couch with a slight bounce.
Just as Sunghoon thought, the first and the only real shot he’d drank that night was still detectable in his breath.
“Here’s your proof.”
Surprisingly, no response followed. Sunoo laid there, an arm draped over his face, his body so immobile Sunghoon was afraid he’d killed the man for a second.
But no, Sunoo was just giving him the silent treatment. Which was fine. In his current state, he would probably forget what even had made him angry in a matter of minutes.
Sunghoon didn't bother stifling his chuckle as he picked up his phone from the table. He took a couple obligatory pictures of Sunoo's sulking form and, after making sure he'd perfectly captured every angle, moved on to check his notifications.
He’d been flooded with a bunch of Max Verstappen edits courtesy of Jay, nothing new. Then there was Jake who, just a moment earlier, had posted what seemed to be a photoshoot with Heeseung done at some random playground. One photo showed Jake upside down on a climbing net, his silhouette blurry as if he was in the midst of crashing to the ground.
Sunghoon should probably check on them later. Just to make sure they were alive.
When he’d caught up with everything, Sunghoon put his phone back and looked to the side.
While Sunoo's position didn't change, his chest was now rising and falling at a much slower rate. He seemed to have fallen asleep.
So… was that it? All of Sunghoon's plotting just to see Sunoo nod out?
Though, as Sunoo stirred in his sleep—a small sound escaping his lips, soft flushed cheeks complementing the auburn of his hair—Sunghoon decided that maybe… maybe it was worth it in the end.
Sunghoon stood up, careful not to make any noise. The bubble of endearment he'd been caught into burst the moment Sunghoon took in the pure chaos strewn all over the table.
Lord, save me.
It was when Sunghoon began his route from the living room to the kitchen for the fourth time, collecting empty bags and plastic wrappers, that a sound of fabric rustling coming from the side caught his attention.
He looked there, but was absolutely not prepared to be hit with a staggering image of Sunoo's bare stomach.
Sunghoon suddenly lost feeling in his hands, causing the trash to land back on the table and even on the floor. “Sunoo, what are you…?!”
It was too late to intervene.
Sunghoon felt his brain shut down when the loose longsleeve Sunoo had been wearing fell to the floor with a soft sound. Letting out a relieved groan, Sunoo stretched, his body easily spanning the whole length of the couch.
You know. Sunghoon had a secret.
He had never confessed it to anyone. How could he when most of the time he didn't let himself acknowledge it, pushing it to the back of his mind with all of his willpower?
The issue was. Sometimes his gaze would wander. Like when Sunoo reached for something on the top shelf, and his shirt lifted just a bit, revealing a sliver of his lower back. Or when Sunoo bent over during their weekly workout, causing the back of his sweatpants to stretch so tight it nearly became his second skin. Making Sunghoon’s mouth water at the way the material clung to his…
Nevermind.
Anytime that happened, Sunghoon was overcome with feelings so bizarre he began to question his sanity. His heart hammered in his chest while breathing became a secondary thing, with the image of ungodly proportions and bare skin dominating every crevice of his mind like it was nothing. And his hands. They were itching. They wanted to… to reach out. To possess.
All of that was now multiplied by ten as Sunghoon’s gaze followed the lines of Sunoo’s bicep and slid along the arch of his back, noting the way Sunoo’s muscles trembled from the tension. Sunghoon almost managed not to look at the perky nipples adorned with pinkish brown areolas, but. Yeah. Almost.
“Hot…” Sunoo muttered, a slightly delirious look on his face.
“Do you feel sick?” Sunghoon neared the man as his thoughts took a sharp turn, his stomach twisting into knots. Had he gone overboard? It wasn’t like Sunoo dying on him was a part of the plan! You can’t really blame Sunghoon for wanting to make sure the guy was actually drunk… right?
Sunghoon leaned towards Sunoo, intending to check his temperature.
A hand clutching his shoulder stopped him.
Before Sunghoon could process what was happening, the fingers sank deeper into the material of his hoodie and yanked him down. Breath caught in Sunghoon’s throat when his face was nestled against warm softness, a sweet strawberry scent enveloping him like a fruity blanket.
“Mmm… I’m perfectly fine, hyung.”
Good, because Sunghoon was not.
Sunghoon made a move to lift himself up, desperately trying to ignore one of Sunoo’s nipples pressing into his cheek. “H-hey, Sunoo, let me get up and I’ll—”
The plea was answered by Sunoo hooking his other arm over Sunghoon’s back and squeezing tight. “No!”
Oh boy.
It took a lot of careful wiggling and coercion (“Sunoo, you’re hurting me”) to eventually escape Sunoo’s iron grip. Well, somewhat. Sunghoon managed to sit up on the edge of the couch, however his wrist remained entrapped by Sunoo’s palm. They must have painted a ridiculous picture, with Sunoo still laying down and practically straining to hold onto Sunghoon.
And even though Sunghoon could have used just a bit more strength to yank himself free, he didn’t.
While Sunghoon was fighting demons in his head, Sunoo couldn’t seem any less bothered. A bubbly giggle spilled from his lips. “Why are you running away? Am I that scary?”
The questions echoed in Sunghoon’s mind while Sunoo's confusion made him feel as if he was missing something. Did Sunoo act that way with everyone? Was that normal for him, and Sunghoon somehow was the last one to find out?
“You’re so tense! Are you alright, hyung?” Sunoo asked, but his tone didn’t reflect his supposed concern. It almost came off as… coquettish.
Sunghoon jumped when Sunoo’s foot brushed up against his thigh.
“Aw, afraid of some affection between two guys? But what is there to be afraid of?”
“I’m not afraid of anything,” Sunghoon said, too quickly.
Sunoo hummed, a knowing smile on his face. Sunghoon didn’t like the look of it. “How about…”
That was when Sunghoon felt a pull on his wrist. It was Sunoo, clumsily hoisting himself up. With more room to move now, Sunghoon could have gotten up. He could have… done something, he guessed.
Instead, he sat uselessly, rooted to the spot, while Sunoo climbed onto his lap.
“How about this?” Sunoo asked, a bit breathlessly. He seemed like he actually wanted Sunghoon to answer, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.
Unfortunately, Sunghoon had to disappoint. His mind was still trying to comprehend Sunoo’s thighs on each side of him, pinning him down and feeling so, so cushiony even through the material of the man’s jeans. He had an urge to grab and knead them like one of those squishy toys, to see just how easily they would yield under his fingers’ pressure.
Sunoo let out a whine, using his grip on Sunghoon’s shoulders to shake him a little. “Heeey, answer me!”
“What is this.”
“What is what?”
“Why are you acting like this.”
Sunoo frowned. “You are the one being weird,” he claimed, and when (again) no reply from Sunghoon followed, he sighed in defeat.
Then, Sunghoon’s face was in Sunoo’s hands.
Sunghoon’s heart stopped for a moment as the silky soft fingertips of one hand slowly traveled up his face, tracing his jawline. He blinked a few times when a feathery touch started combing through the tips of his eyelashes and quirked his eyebrow in a silent question. The answer was immediate—Sunoo was now fondly petting Sunghoon’s eyebrow.
Sunoo paused briefly, and then huffed a small laugh. He brushed some of Sunghoon’s fringe to the side. It was getting too long.
“Don’t you know how it’s supposed to go?” Sunoo questioned, his low and breathy tone littering Sunghoon’s skin with goosebumps. His gaze lowered to clash with Sunghoon’s. “You slap my face. Then we fuck.”
Sunghoon’s mouth went dry.
What?
What?
That was a joke, right? It had to be.
Sunghoon guessed it was his fault for dismissing just how perceptive Sunoo was. Despite the alcohol in his system, he’d probably noticed the prank Sunghoon had been pulling on him and… decided to get back at him. He certainly managed to catch Sunghoon off guard—so much so that Sunghoon almost wanted to applaud him.
Sunghoon turned his face away, snickering. Sunoo could be such a menace when he wanted to. “Okay, you win. Happy?”
Sunoo’s eyes widened, lips falling open. “Really…?”
“Yeah,” Sunghoon said lightly.
But Sunoo didn’t scramble off his lap while cackling in victory, like Sunghoon expected him to.
He put a finger under Sunghoon’s chin and tilted his face into its previous position.
“So…” Sunoo began melodically. Sunghoon couldn’t help but squirm just a bit under Sunoo’s hooded gaze, his entire body set ablaze. “Have I not been naughty enough? Why are you still hesitating?”
“You…” Sunghoon swallowed. His voice came out husky anyway. “You don’t mean you actually want me to hit you?”
Sunoo’s face fell. “Silly boy. Am I talking gibberish? Or are you acting difficult on purpose…?” Sunoo’s eyes seemed to light up when he said that, two of his fingers prodding at Sunghoon's chest. “Oh! Is that it, hyung? Want me to beg you? Want me to, ” Sunoo’s voice dropped to a whisper as his fingers slid lower, “provoke you?”
Sunghoon’s stupid mouth opened on its own. “And how would you provoke me?”
Sunoo expected that question, judging by his sly smile. A shiver went through Sunghoon’s spine when Sunoo’s fingers continued their path downwards, lazily sliding along his chest, until they stopped at the waistband of Sunghoon’s sweatpants. As Sunoo played with its hem, the smile on his face wavered.
“It feels so real this time,” he muttered, so quietly Sunghoon wasn’t sure it was supposed to reach his ears.
“…What?”
Before Sunghoon could inquire, Sunoo seemed to finally make up his mind. His hand attempted to slide under the elastic waistband, but Sunghoon promptly caught it, eliciting a pained sound from Sunoo.
“Sorry.” Sunghoon’s apology came out more as a hiss. But Sunoo didn’t seem too bothered. He didn’t make an effort to free his wrist from Sunghoon’s grip even when it went slack.
“You’re really, really confusing.” Sunoo tilted his head while his gaze shamelessly dropped to the tent forming in Sunghoon’s pants.
Sunghoon was going to lose his mind. “I am confusing?”
“You resist, but you want this. You want me. You’re so bad at hiding it, hyung. I can see the way you look at me.”
Sunghoon shook his head resolutely. “I can take care of it myself.”
“Oh?” A teasing glint flashed through Sunoo’s eyes. “A sad jerk-off in the bathroom over me giving you head? I might feel offended.”
Sunghoon dragged a palm across his face, his cheeks burning. “Please, stop saying these things…”
“Then use me. You want me on my back? On my knees?”
“I want you to be quiet.”
“Well then, I have good news for you!” Sunoo leaned slightly closer towards Sunghoon. The smell of soju was strong in his breath, but even that wasn’t enough to turn Sunghoon off. Rather, it made him wonder how intoxicated he could get from kissing Sunoo alone. “If you pull those pants down, I’ll perform a magic trick called sucking you dr— mphhmm!”
Sunghoon didn't worry about the strength of his grip anymore as his hand clutched Sunoo's face, preventing the man from speaking. “Be. Quiet.”
Sunghoon could only hope Riki had his headphones on with music playing on full blast or, miraculously, was already asleep.
At the harsh interruption, Sunoo blinked once. Twice. Then, Sunghoon felt something wet against his palm.
“Sunoo…” he sighed. “Stop licking me.”
“Mmmphffmm.”
At that point, Sunghoon wasn’t naive enough to believe Sunoo would grant his wish—and he was right. The tip of Sunoo’s tongue stayed pressed against Sunghoon’s palm, teasing the skin there with kittenish licks. It was as though Sunoo’s end goal was to rile Sunghoon up as much as it was possible.
And he was succeeding.
“Want something in your mouth? Fine.”
Having said that, Sunghoon released Sunoo’s face from his grip. Sunoo seemed ready to continue tormenting Sunghoon with his words, but only a high-pitched sound left him as he was silenced yet again. With three of Sungoon’s fingers shoved into his mouth.
Sunoo stilled, his eyes growing wide.
“Here you go,” Sunghoon said, but his nonchalance was betrayed by the slight tremble in his voice. His head was spinning.
Trying to stay calm while half-naked Kim Sunoo sat in your lap, declaring how badly he wants you to use him, had to be some kind of test crafted by the gods themselves. Reddened and glistening like a forbidden fruit, Sunoo's lips were stretched around Sunghoon's digits to the point where it looked uncomfortable. Still, Sunoo made whiny unintelligible noises as if even having his mouth stuffed couldn't effectively shut him up.
With eyelashes fluttering in daze, he looked so helpless.
Devourable, slipped Sunghoon’s mind.
It didn’t stay that way for long. The surprise in Sunoo’s eyes was soon consumed by something much darker. First the prey, now appearing somewhat predatory, Sunoo lowered his head, allowing Sunghoon’s fingers to slip further into his mouth.
“H-hey…!”
While Sunghoon hastily scrambled for words, Sunoo kept on going until Sunghoon's fingertips hit the back of his throat. Sunoo gagged slightly, but didn't back away, instead suckling on the fingers with desperation. A lone trail of saliva slipped along Sunghoon's knuckle.
As if deciding that level of torture still wasn’t high enough for Sunghoon, Sunoo locked his eyes with Sunghoon’s. He hummed a soft moan while his hand reached up to pet the side of Sunghoon’s face, the motion likely meant to ease the tension in Sunghoon’s jaw.
It wasn’t helpful at all.
In fact, it only pushed Sunghoon closer to his breaking point.
The inside of Sunoo was warm and soft, so eager to take Sunghoon in—it was impossible to bat away wild thoughts, to not wonder how other parts of Sunoo would feel under his hands. What fucking Sunoo’s mouth with mere fingers, watching him gag and cry would be like.
Where else his pretty mouth could be put to use.
Now was not the right time for such discoveries, though.
Taking a deep breath, Sunghoon made a move to pull his fingers out of Sunoo’s mouth and shivered when, in response, Sunoo only sucked on them harder. That was where Sunghoon really had to appreciate his own restraint because he didn’t budge into the wordless plea, instead clicking his tongue and pulling his fingers free with one firm motion.
Sunoo already had that look on his face indicating an incoming whine. When Sunghoon let his hands drop to Sunoo’s waist, however, the air of discontent shrouding Sunoo seemed to magically disperse.
Even the storm inside Sunghoon grew calmer for a second as his palms made contact with the hot and smooth skin. He was itching to bury his face in it.
“Hyung… How about a tiny change in the plans? You can sit back and relax while I ride— ah!”
With writhing Sunoo slung over his shoulder, Sunghoon headed towards his bedroom.
“I… I mean! If you have something else in your mind, I’m open to that too, I guess, haha…!”
Sunghoon gritted his teeth. You have no idea what you’d be agreeing to.
After kicking his bedroom door open, Sunghoon stepped in and gently laid Sunoo on the bed. Despite making it clear he’d rather busy himself with something else than sleep, Sunoo let out a loud yawn the instant his back touched the mattress. As he stretched, he moaned quietly, his body once again forming a graceful arch.
Sunghoon nearly jumped when he snuck a glance at Sunoo’s face just to notice the man staring at him knowingly. “No need to hold back, hyung.”
“That’s right. You can go to sleep.”
“Not what I meant,” Sunoo huffed a laugh, but his eyelids were beginning to droop. “Besides, I’m already asleep.”
Sunghoon swallowed thickly as he let Sunoo’s words sink in.
There were at least a few questions which came to his mind, begging to be released, but Sunghoon pushed them aside for now.
“Whatever. We can talk tomorrow.”
How do we even talk about this? Sunghoon wondered. He couldn’t help but think he must have gotten stuck in some wild, suppressed-for-too-long fantasy of his. How else could he explain Sunoo, the guy who always ran away from Sunghoon’s aggressive ways of showing affection, throwing himself at Sunghoon? Demanding things that Sunghoon simply refused to believe were Sunoo’s actual thoughts?
Hah.
But Sunoo also thought it was a fantasy, didn’t he?
“Have a good night, Sunoo.”
Sunoo’s face twisted into a sad expression. “Ahhh, you’re not gonna help me undress?”
Sunghoon turned on his heel.
“Hyuung, haha…!”
Ignoring Sunoo trying to stifle his own snickers, but failing terribly, Sunghoon nearly ran out of his bedroom.
There was no way he would spend the night in the same room as Sunoo. His peaking arousal combined with Sunoo’s teasing would make it more dangerous than playing with fire.
Sunghoon closed his eyes, inhaling slowly.
Sleeping on the couch seemed like the most sensible option for that night.
That is, until Sunghoon laid on the said couch, and a flood of memories broke the frail dam keeping his mind in check.
That was where Sunoo had laid, too. Where his heated body had nearly melted into a honey-colored puddle.
Sunghoon had never longed to be a piece of furniture before. It had to be nice, though, when it was Sunoo resting on top of you, his body sinking into yours. Full of trust.
Sunghoon could imagine it, gliding his palms across Sunoo’s sides. Feeling the man tremble under the feather-like caresses. That breathtaking body jerking and inevitably pushing back against Sunghoon. Sunoo would gaze back at Sunghoon with helplessness in his eyes, but Sunghoon wouldn’t save him. He would press them even closer together. Would keep his doll pretty and docile.
A guttural groan vibrated deep in Sunghoon’s chest as he ground into his palm one more time. Sticky release quickly stained his boxers.
Shit.
Not exactly the result he’d expected of his unserious plan.