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The shift happened so suddenly that sometimes Jihoon still can't phantom how it turned Soonyoung from someone so, so, so shy of showing his beautiful body to suddenly wanting to show his naked form to the world (or half-naked form, whatever, it's still too naked in Jihoon's eyes).
Jihoon knows it's supposed to happen. They're idols in an industry where it's not just about your voice or your talent. It's also about your looks and willingness to shed your clothes. It's inevitable at this point. Just a part of a show, a phase of which every boy group seems to take. They're not an exception but Jihoon atleast hoped that it would be a long while before they have to take that path.
Sure, they show skin here and there. Some of the members wearing daring clothes enough to tease during their performances or posing in magazines with their body vague and captured in high quality papers. But that's about it. And it's all decided and consented by the members themselves.
Soonyoung, however, is on the side of the members who's still shy and uncomfortable of showing his, in Jihoon's opinion, very beautiful body. Sure he likes to be sexy. Likes to make his fans crazy but the most that he does is open a few buttons, show some collarbones or wear very tight clothes.
He says;
"I'm still too thin"
"My tummy is still kinda big "I can see fats here"
"Do you think I can hide this if I wear big hoodies?"
Jihoon thinks that he shouldn't hide. Because even without all the muscles, his body is already alluring as it is. Lithe frame toned in the right places, shaped by dancing countless of times that when he moves, his body moves with grace and force nobody can get enough of. His limbs are proportionate, broad shoulders with hips that gets emphasized whenever he tucks in his shirt. Strong legs and thick thighs that support hours and hours of practice. And Jihoon thinks... his body is so so so captivating and he can get lost in it.
But then Soonyoung decided to accompany him to his gym treks. At first to loiter and annoy him in the wee hours of the night with no one to disturb them as Jihoon consciously does his routines. But then he turned fascinated, asking questions in different times and different tones until he can no longer mask his interest. He proceeded to ask for the same coach.
"It's for my health, Ji" Soonyoung told him as he starts with the basic and slowly gets used to the satisfying aches on his body after their late sessions in the gym.
"Dieting isn't enough, you know" Soonyoung would say as his physique changes, lines and curves more drawn out.
"My body needs to keep up with our schedules" Soonyoung reasons out as he becomes more... mascular. His muscles bigger with his biceps and thighs bulging and his back and chest hard as a rock.
It's all too much for Jihoon.
Especially since he gets to have first hand experience before anyone else. And that's a privilege he doesn't want to give up for anyone else. He and Soonyoung comes as two peas in one pod. They do almost everything together. And apparently, that includes getting naked as they exercise in the almost empty gym in hours where no sane man is awake. (Jihoon thinks that nobody would stay sane if they're exposed to Soonyoung's body in long periods of time, he's still not sure if he himself has his own sanity still).
"You're staring"
Jihoon almost dropped the weights he's holding down on his feet. He didn't even notice that his mind started to wonder as his body reflexively went on auto-gym mode. It's something he usually does. He has the routine memorized just like everything else that it becomes a time where he can let his mind wonder about things; but mostly about the man who's standing right in front of him. Top shirt missing, panting hard and sweat running down his body. Droplets traveling down, down, down his body. Until even the hem of his comfortable pants are almost wet.
It's not really his fault when his mind poked on dangerous images such as that specific body all over him; on top, underneath, or maybe they can be standing and just holding each other as Soonyoung fucks him hard against the wall. His big hands on his waist or on his wrist as their breathe and sweat mix together. Sex and arousal swirling in the air. Intoxicating. Addicting.
"Jihoon" Soonyoung called again, amused at the dazed look on his face. And if he's a little bit flushed, red coloring his neck and chest... it's all because of the effort he exerts in carrying weights. Totally unrelated to the mess of lust inside his head.
"What? Are you done?" He asked, eyes trained on the way Soonyoung wipes away the sweat on his body.
Soonyoung answered him with a shrug, taking a sit on one of the closest bench with his legs wide open. And really, Jihoon is a weak, weak, weak man. Especially for someone who has wild eyes, sharp jaw and plump pouty lips. Someone who excludes sensuality at the smallest things he does. Someone who's named Kwon Soonyoung.
"Yeah, I'll wait for you" Soonyoung leaned back, his biceps flexing as he crosses them over his still naked chest.
Jihoon looked away before he abandons his dignity and just kneel right there, let Soonyoung use his mouth or his ass the way he likes it. Let Soonyoung manhandle him on his lap or down on the floor. It doesn't matter. Because Jihoon knows he'll let him do whatever he wants anyway.
"Just a few more counts" He mumbled, straining hard to keep his eyes focused on his reflection in the mirror. Trying not to be distracted even though it's a lost cost.
Soonyoung hummed. A sexy sound he doesn't mind to hear whispered on his ears in the privacy of their bedroom, while being intimate and doing an exercise with no clothes in between their bodies.
"Take your time, Jihoonie" I like the view too. He doesn't hear the words but he felt the stare all throughout until he finished the last of his routine.
It doesn't leave his mind. Sometimes, he can shove it back in the drawers where he locked in thoughts he likes to avoid. It's easy when Soonyoung's fully clothed and his treasure hidden with no one allowed to find. But then their eyes would meet in the most random of times, charged with electricity that produces more than just sparks. Sometimes he thinks that it's something he just imagines. But then tension arouses in the air when their stares meet and his body answers unashamedly to a call that silently pulls him in.
It's easy to ignore. The want. Especially when they're busy with song revisions, dance practices and comeback meetings they all hated so much. But then night comes and darkness leaves no secrets buried. Instead, he's buried in his bed. Legs open with his mouth gasping for air. Eyes closed tight and hands down his pants. Fantasies, countless of them; Soonyoung holding him, Soonyoung touching him, Soonyoung owning him. They run, endless and vivid, in his mind while he tries to keep his voice down. It's never a sweet orgasm. Because it always leaves him wanting more, longing for the real thing. It makes him guilty that he imagines his bestfriend fucking him but it doesn't stop the craving.
He craves. Craves so hard for him. For his lips to be over his, tasting each other until they no longer can breathe. For his hands to run all over his skin, goosebumps rising on his skin as Soonyoung's long fingers caress him lightly but holds him down until bruises of reds, and blues, and violets color his skin. He craves for him. For Soonyoung to discover the ways to ruin him so deliciously, to leave him boneless and pliant on his cock. And he would be so so so pliant. So submissive. He would be so good for him.
Oh, it was easy to forget. The things he wants Soonyoung to do to him. The things he would let Soonyoung do to him.
But then he pulls shit like this.
Jihoon gripped the sides of his computer chair as his phone plays the video that was oh so generously posted by Soonyoung on their paid platform. A paid platform with thousands of fans, both men and women, who can access and see him exercising in his breath-taking form. Topless, back muscles flexing hard as he pulls himself up on the equipment. His grunts muted but can be heard if you focus enough.
And soon, it wasn't just on the account. It's on sns; twitter, instagram... you call it. Suddenly thousands became millions and now he's trending. With people's hungry eyes swallowing every frame, every second of the video.
Jihoon doesn't appreciate it.
It was a sight he was privy too. Something he only has access to. The lucky one to be in on the secret. But Soonyoung decided, so suddenly, to show it the world and where does that leaves him?
There are incoming messages. Most of which is Soonyoung's. Asking if he had seen the video. Asking for his opinion. But he's pissed. And if he reply, he knows that it would be something reckless. Something that comes from the monster inside him, waiting to devour.
"Jihoon! You didn't answer!"
The door to his studio slammed open. Soonyoung, all in his sculpted glory, whining at him for not replying when he's not even in the right mind to filter all unlawful thoughts in his brain.
He stared hard at him and that stopped Soonyoung from speaking more. Stopped him from coming closer. Stopped him from moving. The silence around them is heavy. The air thick and nervous. Charged and blazing.
"You're staring" Soonyoung said, a repeat of his words from days before. But this time the words held intensity in them, a motive. And Jihoon licked his lips before swallowing. Soonyoung tracing the action with his eyes. Following, following, following. Until their eyes meet again and the heat in them can no longer be hidden.
"As you are, Soonyoung" He answered, tilting his head to the side. His neck exposed, inviting. And Soonyoung's eyes trained all over him, tiger's eyes watching. Hunting his prey. He relaxed his body as he let Soonyoung gazed at him with hooded eyes.
He saw it. The change in his eyes. The flip in his mind. It's a split second of decision and suddenly all of his ardent dreams is coming true.
Soonyoung crossed the distance between them, the space lessening until he's right there. Pulling him up and pressed on his own body. They're chest to chest, skin to skin, clothes all but an inconvenience.
"I think we should talk about that" Soonyoung whispered and Jihoon can feel his words on his cheeks. He looked up so they're eye to eye. His own want mirroring in Soonyoung's eyes. They can talk later, but he can't be bothered to use words when he can use his body to speak instead.
So he pushed him. Pushed harder. Until he's tumbling down on the couch. Jihoon knocked his feet apart until he's seated with his legs open and Jihoon, didn't waste time and kneeled.
Soonyoung eyes widened, gasping at the sudden action. Jihoon smirked. Hands running up from his ankles until he reached Soonyoung's knees. Giving him little time to adjust and then his fingers are gripping the delicious thighs he had humped so much in his mind. Jihoon moaned, leaning his head down until he's kissing Soonyoung's clothed knees.
"I think we can do more than talk, Soonyoung" He answered instead, eyes burning with passion as he looks back up to Soonyoung.
"That can be arrange" His eyes filled with so much lust that it made Jihoon feels feverish. He wants so bad. He didn't wait for Soonyoung to say something more and proceeded to palm him. Hands massaging the growing bulge that he has been eyeing for a long long time now.
"It's all yours, baby. Do whatever you want" Soonyoung's voice lowered, husky and breathy. His eyes dark but alight with fire. The passion he only ever see in him when he's performing, present. Bright and burning. Jihoon doesn't mind burning for him.
He gripped the hem of his pants and pulled them down, down, down. Until Soonyoung is all but presenting himself. His member out and proud. It's longer than his. And thicker too. The head flushed red and he's not even fully hard. Jihoon can't help the saliva that gathered in his mouth.
He recalls all the ways he dreams of this. Soonyoung's cock on his mouth, on his ass, on his body. Fucking him senseless, until he no longer knows how fo function but to pleasure Soonyoung.
"Go ahead, jihoon. Suck me" Soonyoung's hand cupped his face, guiding him until he's close enough to taste. His tongue poking out to lick. Sending a shiver down Soonyoung's body, his hand coming up from his cheeks to his hair.
Jihoon himself groaned at the first taste of Soonyoung on his tongue. It's... addicting. Like a vice. And he knows that it'll be better than all the times he imagined his taste. So he put him on his mouth, swallowing him down until he can longer go down. The weight of his length inside his mouth making his head dizzy. He feels so... full. So content. He wonders how long can he do this because he would be glad to stay on his knees for Soonyoung no matter how long he wants.
"Fuck, Jihoon, that's... Fuck, that's my good boy"
Jihoon gasped at the nickname. It should be insulting but all he can think is the ways he can be so good to Soonyoung. Oh he would be. So he sucked him, like a starved person. Licking as if it's a sweet lollipop he's holding. Choking as he forces himself to feel him on his throat. It was so messy. But so good. Soonyoung's groans a fuel to the fire that crawls on his skin.
He needs more. He wants more. He moaned as he felt his own cock twitch, precum wetting his own underwear where his member is still confined.
"Soonyoung, please" He called, hands replacing his mouth. Saliva connecting his plush lips from Soonyoung's head.
Soonyoung gave him one look and can't help but moaned at his debauched state. Swollen lips, red and plushed with sucking his cock. Eyes glazed with lust and filled with unshed tears. Desperation obvious in them. And Soonyoung had waited enough. Played Jihoon's game for so long. Patiently waited for him. And now it's here. The chance, the endgame. The result they both chased so hard.
He's not gonna waste more time.
He pulled him up. Until he's on his lap. Feeling like he belongs there. Fitted perfectly as if he was made for Soonyoung to adore right there.
"Kiss me" Jihoon whispered.
They both leaned in the same time, the desire that they barely hid pouring out in the open. The first touch of their lips is scalding. Red hot, flaming. Making them gasp as their surrounding is nothing but a muted backgrounded . It didn't take long for their kiss to be passionate, getting deeper as Soonyoung wiped his tongue over Jihoon's lower lip. The smaller man willingly opening up for him. And he moaned into his mouth as he tasted himself. Their tongue meeting in a fervent dance, gliding and curling. It's wet and messy. Torrid of emotions dumping on them in a single moment.
Soonyoung gripped Jihoon's waist hard as he started to move his hips. Clothed ass humping his sensitive cock. The friction so good and not enough at the same time.
They parted for air, a necessity they forgot in favor of getting their fill of each other. But Soonyoung is a beast that cannot be satisfied. So he manhandled Jihoon until he's lying on his back, looking like an art underneath him. He had envisioned this countless of times. But nothing can compare of how Jihoon looks pretty under him now. Eyes wild, panting heavy and asking for more.
He undressed first. Removing his shirt and letting Jihoon hungrily stare at his naked body. Before he crawls back to the place he made for himself in between Jihoon's legs. The other man widening them as to accommodate him. He can't help but be awestruck at the way Jihoon's body responds to his every move. He undressed him mush slower, showing his skin bit by bit as he trails kisses from his jaw down fo his neck. And when his shirt is off and gone, he all but placed wild kisses on his chest. Painting constellations of bruises, his mouth tingling as he leaves traces of reds and blues all over his skin.
It left Jihoon squirming, the stimulation making him writhe as moans after moans is ripped from him. Soonyoung drinks it in. The image of Jihoon thrashing because of his mouth, back arching hard as he sucked on one bud. His nipple pinkish and erect.
"Soonyoung, fuck... I-" his sentence ended in a long drawn out moan as Soonyoung sucked on his nipple. One hand playing with the other. His cock aching and creating a mess inside his undergarment.
Soonyoung doesn't think he'll ever be satisfied. He has years and years of yearning. But the pleasure is too much, tipping over the edge. And he knows that they need more. Less clothes, less space. He needs to be inside of him.
"Jihoonie, I wanna fuck you" He whispered and Jihoon answered by throwing the bottle of lube at him.
It would've been funny, Soonyoung would've laughed if he wasn't just as desperate. Later he would ask, maybe even tease of why Jihoon is hiding his lube on the side of his couch. But for now... for now be he wants to drown in Jihoon. To sing praises on his body. To religiously explore every part of him.
He removed the last pieces of Jihoon's clothes. His gorgeous body left naked for him to devour. All just for him.
Next time, he would be sure to take his time. Kiss every place, make him squirm and discover every hidden pleasure. Next time, he told himself. He would take his time in ruining him, pieces by pieces. Have him lose his mind as he takes him apart bit by bit. Have him putty in his hand, and play with him for as long as he like.
But for now... there's a need in him that he needs to address. A hunger that roars badly for Jihoon's name. A deprivation he needs to satisfy.
So he opened the bottle and warmed the liquid on his hand as he simultaneously placed kisses on Jihoon's thighs. His mind not caring that Jihoon likes to wear small shorts, wanting the bruises to be visible for everyone to see. A claim. Jihoon doesn't seem to mind, not in the way he calls for his name.
"I'm gonna prep you now" the words were spoken on his skin but Jihoon understood just fine.
"If you don't hurry up, I swear to God-"
Soonyoung started with one finger, heat enveloping the digit. Jihoon's entrance swallowing him as if it has been waiting for his intrusion. And he might be. Just like how Soonyoung has been waiting for him. It didn't take long for a second finger to come, Soonyoung scissoring him while his lips travelled back to his chest. Sucking one nipple to another as Jihoon all but loses his mind at the pleasure given to him. On the third finger, Soonyoung's patience is wearing thin and Jihoon is cursing him to hell for taking so long. But Soonyoung wanted to savour the moment, cherishing the way Jihoon opens for him.
"I'm ready... Fuck, Soonyoung, I'm ready"
Soonyoung removed his fingers, grabbing the bottle of lube and coating his angry member. He held Jihoon's eyes as he lined himself up. Watching intently as Jihoon gasped at the first breach of his head, moaning so loud when he pushed in. Slowly, until he's being covered by Jihoon's walls. And it was nothing but hot, hot, hot. It was flaming hot with sparks exploding as he fully thrust inside Jihoon. Bottoming, until he's all the way in and there's no more space left in between them.
It was lust and pleasure after that. A need to be close, closer until their bodies are one and you can no longer tell where one starts and one ends. Soonyoung leaned down to kiss him deeply, desperately.
"Now, own me, Soonyoung. Make me yours"
It was all about passion after that. Pleasure swallowing the both of them. The room is filled with skin slapping skin and their voices mixing in the air. Jihoon's breathy moans and Soonyoung's low grunts. Occasionally cursing or a plead of a name. Soonyoung moved as if it's their last night together, pushing and thrusting in Jihoon with intensity that moves even the couch. Animalistic, instinctual. Fucking him hard, making him scream his name.
"I... I'm not... Soonyoung"
He feels it more than he sees it. The way Jihoon's body tensed like bow strings waiting to be pulled, his muscles straining and limbs shaking. Fingers gripping his shoulders and toes curling. His stomach taut and throat exposed. He can't help but lean down and suck on his adam's apple.
"Let go for me, Love. Let go"
It was like watching galaxy explode, stars raining as Jihoon's body surrendered to the pleasure that has been eating him. It was so beautiful. Captivating. The way he orgasmed, shivering with Soonyoung's name rolling out of his tongue. His cum squirting in between them, white liquid painting their stomachs and it was enough to push Soonyoung on the edge.
He felt like he was dosed with gasoline and set on fire. Blazing and flame going higher as his orgasm hit him. Coating Jihoon's inside with his warm cum. It was a different kind of adrenaline, a burning passion he knows he would only ever experience with him.
They stay tangled for a long time, uncaring of the mess even though it should be disgusting. But Soonyoung doesn't want to move, softly trailing kisses where his face is currently hiding on the crook of Jihoon's neck. And Jihoon simply hums, hand caressing his back and the other curling on his hair.
"Are we gonna talk now?" Soonyoung asked, tired but content. Still planting pecks after pecks on the skin presented to him.
"We love each other, that's obvious. I want you, and you're not allowed to want anyone else but me. I don't think there's anything more to talk about" Jihoon smiled down at him, daring Soonyoung to answer otherwise. But the other man just leaned up to kiss him.
He kissed back, he would always does. Those lips belongs to him now just like how his belongs to Soonyoung as well.
"Yeah, but what does that mean? Are you my lover, now? Boyfriend?"
"What do you want?" he asked Soonyoung, who only looks at him with warmth and love in his eyes. And there's no doubt that they're on the same page. Writing the same lines, wanting the same happy ending.
"To be yours" Soonyoung answered. His fairytale, indeed.
"Then... I'm yours"
Their hands intertwined just like how their lives have been long woven together by the stars.