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The hair on the back of Changkyun’s neck pricks uncomfortably. His hands have grown clammy and it’s almost caused him to smudge the eyeshadow he’s applying to the source of his anxiety. He’s never been the type to get shy and stammer over people he finds cute, but this is an entirely different situation.
Ever since he’s joined this particular station, he’s been a makeup artist for primarily hosts and backup dancers, sometimes groups of lower popularity, but never the big performers. His superiors covered the showrunners. He’s never been bad at cosmetics, no, in fact he’s quite the opposite. His instructors always praised his skills, and throughout his workplaces in the past he was considered a prodigy.
This is why Yoo Kihyun in his chair scares him.
Yoo Kihyun is easily one of the biggest soloists active. He has the best vocals in decades and a deadly stage presence, and the costumers definitely know how to accentuate every fine detail of his body. It’s Changkyun’s job today to accentuate and glamorize every fine detail of his face.
Changkyun happens to think that Kihyun’s face is far above every other face he’s decorated with creams and glosses and glitter. Kihyun has a stunning face, one adorned with the sharpest features Changkyun has ever seen and the most flawless skin on top of that. Changkyun thinks Kihyun’s face is perfect already, and all he’s doing now is making it all the more dangerous with pointed smokey eyeshadow and a dramatic lip tint.
“You’ve got a light hand, Changkyun-ssi,” the man hums with his eyes closed. Up this close Changkyun can easily see the corner of his lips pulling into a smirk.
Changkyun prays that Kihyun didn’t feel him shiver at the comment. Was that a praise?
“Thank you, sir,” Changkyun manages to say without stuttering but his voice still came out small and airy.
Kihyun doesn’t make another comment until Changkyun’s work is finished and the hair stylist comes to do a few finishing touches, which usually means more hair spray.
Changkyun was pleasantly surprised to see how bright and energetic the singer was from the moment he walked into the studio with his manager. Not that Changkyun had ever heard otherwise, but he just never quite believed it. He’s seen how reserved (and even uptight) some newcomer celebrities can be, from treating staff like they’re beneath them to throwing a fit if their drink wasn’t mixed right or the smallest thing about their outfit wasn’t to their taste. But not Yoo Kihyun.
The man walked into the studio with a broad smile that brightened the entire place and greeted every person he came across respectfully. He didn’t complain when the director said he doesn’t like his hair the first time and had the stylist redo it and even sent his manager to buy everyone coffee while they waited for him to finish getting ready. On the surface, there was no reason for Changkyun to be intimidated by him and yet, the air around him felt almost charged, making the man seem untouchable.
Changkyun grabs his half full coffee cup, trying to ignore the tingling sensation of his fingers remembering the moment their fingers touched when Kihyun handed it to him personally. It doesn’t mean anything, he tells himself. He was standing right by his side, of course he was going to hand Changkyun his drink and let their fingers graze and hold Changkyun's gaze and…
“Good job, Changkyun-ssi,” Kihyun says under his breath as he walks past him, leaving the room for the shooting area. The director must’ve called for them while Chagnkyun was busy daydreaming about the spark he felt when their fingers touched like a teenage schoolgirl.
He grabs his essential kit and follows the crew, gritting his teeth at the butterflies going wild in his stomach.
As he steps in, he takes in the sight of the different props sitting beside the designated shoot stage. There are lighting stands perched in every corner, cameras and their photographers bunched together in almost impractical ways, but Kihyun still made his way through the staff (rather, strode through as they parted like the Red Sea) and sat himself down on the stool that was placed in the center of the stark white drapes for background.
Changkyun takes a moment to preen under the praise of his coworkers as they gush about how good Kihyun’s makeup looks and how the photographers love the way his skin looks in the light, but finds himself hoping instead that this will lead to a promotion. Even with his flirting (as if it’s a bad thing coming from Yoo Kihyun…), Changkyun would like to continue working with Kihyun. The atmosphere in the studio is amazing.
The head photographer, the director, is waiting by his camera. “Let’s get this thing started, shall we?”
Kihyun makes a noise of enthusiasm, clapping his hands before saying “Let’s go!” and laughing, following the suggestions of the photographers for poses.
Kihyun begins the photoshoot with a display of his side profile, baring his sharp cheekbones to the camera and tilting his head back. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and he fixes his hands to grasp the sides of the stool. The action causes the veins in his exposed forearms to bulge. His shirt is a thin fabric, solid sapphire silk to accentuate the softness of his skin but not take away from the gold jewelry wrapped around his neck. The stylists knew how to take advantage of the line of motion, the path which the eye follows that’s guided by shapes and color. Kihyun’s shirt is open in the front, and his necklaces dip dangerously low on his chest. Changkyun’s eyes follow the gold metal and delicate jewels lower, lower, lower.
Changkyun feels a prickling sensation at the back of his head and his eyes snap up, locking with Kihyun’s.
‘Gotcha’, the man may as well have said. His dark eyes stare at Changkyun with an arched brow as the photographer continues to snap his shots. Changkyun feels his breath being sucked out of his lungs from the weight of the man’s gaze on him. He almost wants to touch his neck to make sure there aren’t hands squeezing around his throat.
“Kyun-ah, could you powder Kihyun’s forehead?” the director calls him, forcing Changkyun to look away.
“Yes, director.”
Shaking his head, Changkyun grabs his translucent powder and a clean fluffy brush and jogs up to Kihyun without looking up. He can’t risk getting caught again, no matter how heavy Kihyun’s gaze is.
“Look up, please?” he whispers, not trusting his voice to shake as he taps the brush on the powder’s lids to shake off the excess.
“So polite,” Kihyun sniggers lowly, throwing his head back to give Changkyun easy access to his forehead without moving an inch on the stool he’s perched up on.
Changkyun looks down, finding the man watching him with a shark-like grin. Kihyun has bared his sharp teeth for his throat and Changkyun’s skin is itching to be pierced.
He lightly pats the brush against Kihyun’s forehead, careful not to mess up the loose strands of hair carefully positioned there by the hair stylist noona.
A leg slides next to Changkyun’s, making his breath hitch. Changkyun makes the mistake of letting his eyes roam down between the man’s defined pecs. He can see the rise and fall of his chest as the man breathes deep and heavy.
“Changkyun, move away, please,” the director dismisses him. “Kihyun-ssi, keep that pose, yes, throw your head back.”
Changkyun walks backward, not wanting to miss the way Kihyun is posing for him— no for the camera.
“Beautiful… a little to the left.”
Warmth pools at the pit of Changkyun’s belly as Kihyun tilts his chin to the left, angling his head so his lidded eyes naturally fall onto Changkyun’s. The singer pins him down with those dark hungry eyes, his pupils are blown despite the harsh stage lights and the camera’s flashing.
Kihyun bites his lip and arches his back, letting his knees spread wider. Changkyun can swear the bulge on his crotch isn’t just the zipper curving. The camera flickers non-stop, following the man’s every move and capturing him as he makes little movements.
If sin could take the form of a human, Kihyun would be its suit.
Changkyun is so enamored with the way Kihyun is seducing the camera so effortlessly that he doesn’t sense his assistant walking up beside him.
“He’s so confident…”
Changkyun nearly jumps but his assistant doesn’t seem to notice. “Yeah…” he nods.
Confidence.
Changkyun has seen many confident men and women in this industry. And No doubt, Yoo Kihyun is confident. He has every reason to be. But this isn’t just confidence that’s exuding through every pore in his body. He has dominated the industry with his rare talent and hard work, and his striking sharp features definitely didn’t hurt. His face is on every billboard and his songs are charting on every platform. He’s got the whole world in the palm of his hand and he knows it.
The way the man speaks and carries himself is unlike anyone else Changkyun has ever met.
The photoshoot continues. Changkyun loses himself again in the way Kihyun poses, as if the movements themselves are putting him in a trance. Now that his makeup has been fixed and both Kihyun and the photographer are getting a rhythm for the shoot, Kihyun changes positions more quickly. A staff member, at the request of some manager, skitters into the shot to hand Kihyun a vial of cologne to model with. To stick out against the sleek and smooth blue of Kihyun’s shirt, the container is a deep matte red with a gold cap to match all Kihyun’s jewelry. Changkyun watches Kihyun’s hands wrap around the vial, chunky gold rings clattering against the glass. The chains under Kihyun’s shirt shift and move when Kihyun lifts the cologne closer to his face so that the photographers will be able to get closer shots. Kihyun seems as if he’s just playing around, like this is all child’s play to him. He smirks in some shots, content in his appearance and oozing a lavish confidence. His eyes are lidded as he stares into the camera, occasionally licking his lips for the full seductive effect.
At the command of the lead photographer, Kihyun tilts his head back and spritzes some of the cologne on his neck and chest. Changkyun shivers when Kihyun’s eyes lock with his again. ‘That’s strike two, Changkyunnie.
Changkyun tears his gaze away and busies himself reorganizing his essentials kit. Anything is better than getting caught staring again, even though he’s not the only person in the room with eyes on him. Kihyun is the center of attention right now, all eyes are supposed to be on him, so why does it feel like Kihyun is singling him out? Why is it Changkyun that Kihyun’s eyes also travel to?
“Alright, next location, everyone! We’re doing the water setup next!”
Fucking hell. Changkyun had lost track of the shoot’s itinerary. Kihyun would do his poster shoot dry with just the product, but now they have to film the advertisements. The advertisements were going to be on a beach setup.
Changkyun wasn’t in charge of Kihyun’s touch-ups this time around. There was hardly anything that needed fixing, just another layer of powder on Kihyun’s neck and chest from where he had spritzed the cologne. Changkyun is simply in charge of carrying his essentials kit and a few towels to the new location, a specially constructed pool.
Kihyun walks up to the new setup in a different outfit. Long flared leather pants and a white thin blouse sitting loose around his shoulders. The shirt’s material was nearly sheer, making it so easy to see the silhouette of Kihyun’s frame as the light shone through it. Changkyun can only imagine what happens when the material is soaked in water.
It’s easy for Changkyun to pretend that the beads of sweat gathering behind his neck and sliding down his spine are due to the stuffy air inside the studio and not the subject of all his wet dreams stepping into the pool and wetting himself by pouring water all over his body.
Kihyun hisses as he sits inside the pool, laughing and waving his hand as the staffs apologize to him for the coldness of the water. He plays around with the water, getting comfortable while the director sets his camera up. The gaffers are already in their positions, making sure the light hits Kihyun’s glowing skin at the exact right angle and intensity.
Changkyun peeks at the director’s monitor and almost gasps at the image that appears. The man looks like a deity, straight out of a priceless art piece. His face gleams under the warm lights projecting on him, making him look even more ethereal than he already did. How could he be made from the same clay as everyone else?
Kihyun’s eyes snap up, looking straight into the camera lens, causing Changkyun’s heart to leap. He’s not looking at me, Changkyun mentally reminds himself, but then the man smirks, pulling his lip between his teeth lewdly as he blinks slowly.
‘You can’t escape me, Changkyunnie’
The shoot begins and Kihyun’s demeanor changes from playful to professional in a snap. He’s given more freedom to move for this part. He’s allowed to run his wet fingers through his hair and mess it up as much as he likes. He pours water over his chest and watches the droplets at the tip of his finger as they fall between his pecs and slide down until they pool between his abs.
Kihyun has small nipples, Changkyun notes as they peek through the thin white shirt. His soaked outfit doesn’t leave much to the imagination. The dusky buds are hardened and so pointy they seem like they’re trying to pierce through the shirt’s fabric. Changkyun’s mouth has gone fully dry.
All of the photographers are whooping and hollering to add to Kihyun’s energy and confidence, and Changkyun briefly wonders if Kihyun has gone blind from the non-stop camera flashes. Kihyun’s eyes are heavily lidded and sometimes closed, though, so Changkyun assumes he’s giving his poor retinas subtle breaks.
Every physical motion, however, is obvious and deliberate. The way he positions his hands against his soaked chest with his middle and ring fingers close together, his index and pinkie spread apart with his thumb hooked in his collar to pull his shirt open further. He leans back onto his haunches and slides his other hand along the structured length of his throat. His mouth parts lewdly.
Changkyun’s throat feels like sandpaper when he tries to swallow. He needs to cough, but wouldn’t dare make a sound to disrupt the rhythm Kihyun has established in the shoot. Quietly, he drinks from a plastic water bottle to soothe the scratch. His thirst, however, is not quenched by water.
Kihyun suddenly lurches forward and slams his palms to the water, wetting the luckily prepared video camera’s lens. There’s an almost unnoticeable break when a staff member wipes the lens to dry it, but Kihyun takes the time to smear his eye makeup, giving his black eyes a dark halo.
“That’s it!” The director claps. “Messy! Get disheveled!”
Kihyun curls his lips into a cunning grin and bares his sharp teeth to the camera. He’s on his hands and knees, but pushes his body back by his palms so that his arms straighten and his back arches with the elongation of his legs. The action, of course, presses his pecs together for the camera. A few staffs whistle.
Changkyun can hear the female staff whisper to each other, swooning. Some are less subtle than others, maybe trying to get Kihyun’s attention but the man doesn’t bat an eye at them. The sound of the water bottle being crushed between Changkyun’s fingers is the only sound coming from his direction but the moment Kihyun’s eyes open they settle on him. His teeth are bared with an almost manic grin and he draws his tongue out, licking at the corner of his lips.
‘You think you can resist me, Changkyunnie?’
The bottle nearly slips out of Changkyun’s sweaty palms but he clutches it tighter in his grip, holding it in front of his groin and hoping the lights are low enough to hide the prominent bulge in his fitted slacks.
Kihyun starts swatting water left and right, getting water everywhere. The girls standing near squeal as they get splashed with the water. Changkyun can’t blame them.
By the time the director finally - finally - announces ‘that’s a wrap. Great job everybody’ Changkyun is physically in pain. His dick is pressing uncomfortably against his tight pants and his jaw is practically aching from being clenched for the better part of an hour.
It takes Changkyun a moment to remember that he should go over to hand Kihyun some towels. He watches Kihyun stand up, dripping with water and panting for some reason as he jogs over to the set and almost trips on air when Kihyun’s head snaps toward him in the midst of chatting with the director.
Changkyun halts, not wanting to interrupt them. Despite the goosebumps on his skin, Kihyun was talking to the director in a relaxed tone. Up close, Changkyun can see the way water droplets dance around Kihyun’s soft pale skin as he moves.
“Changkyun!” It’s the director, Changkyun hadn’t realized he was standing beside him. “Excellent work with the eyeshadow!”
Changkyun bows and offers quick thanks as the director begins giving out cleanup orders. Mop up spilled water, turn off all the cameras and ready them for review, take down the lights, and most importantly, get Kihyun cleaned up and ready to go home.
“Change first,” One of the costumers suggests. “We’ll hang up the wet clothes so you don’t have to worry about them. We’ll send someone with you to get things situated and get all your makeup off.”
Kihyun makes a noise of agreeance and looks back over from the director to Changkyun again. While to anyone else, Kihyun’s expression is nothing short of jovial and content, Changkyun meets his eyes and sees the knowing, conniving blackness that sucks him in and won’t spit him out.
“You coming with me?” Kihyun cocks an angled brow and gestures his head towards the studio door. Absently, he takes the towel from Changkyun’s hands and, instead of wrapping it around his wet body, he simply pats down his cheeks, forehead, and hair. He doesn’t blink.
Changkyun does not answer nor does he ask questions, but he follows.
Kihyun leaves a wet track behind him but Changkyun doesn’t care to not step on them, not when the sight of Kihyun’s toned back is in front of him. The wet shirt is sticking to his body like a second skin, contouring the lines of his back and shoulders. Changkyun can feel the weight of more than a dozen pairs of eyes following him but he gives them no mind and just follows behind Kihyun like a lost duckling.
When the door to the hallway closes behind them the commotion of staff running around and cleaning up the studio gets muffled, making it easier for Changkyun to forget that it’s not just him and Kihyun in the studio building.
Kihyun glances behind his shoulders, seemingly unfazed by his wet clothes sticking to his body. His dark eyes and sultry smile send a shiver down Changkyun’s spine and Changkyun almost doesn’t notice that they just passed the changing room they were meant to go in.
“Kihyun-ssi… sir, wait,” he calls, stumbling over his words. “The room… we…”
Kihyun chuckles and keeps walking without saying anything.
Changkyun looks around in confusion. They’re way past the dressing rooms…
“Where…” Changkyun begins to ask when he’s suddenly pulled by his wrist into a dark room.
“Hush…” a low whisper tingles his cheek before the light is switched on.
Changkyun finds himself pinned against a cold plaster wall and Kihyun’s wet body. His face is framed between Kihyun’s forearms against the wall. The breath is knocked out of Changkyun by its force. He couldn’t form words even if his lungs would allow it now.
“I saw those greedy eyes,” Kihyun drawls, taking his turn to rake his gaze up and down Changkyun’s body. It lingers where his slacks strain. “Hungry eyes. You think I’m a meal, don’t you?”
Changkyun makes no words, just sputters and stammers as his ears and cheeks grow hotter and hotter. Hypocrite, he thinks, but can’t seem to say. I’m the one being looked at like a meal.
Kihyun’s dark eyes, covered in smeared makeup and a little bloodshot from the water, would hold Changkyun to the wall even if his cold arms let go.
Changkyun’s met with an icy hand on the column of his throat, slowly easing its way up so that freezing fingers meet with the bone of Changkyun’s jaw. The fingers grasp, and move him around.
“You didn’t answer me,” Kihyun croons. His eyes dart about all of Changkyun’s features. “I need an answer, Changkyun. Am I a meal to you? Or–”
For a split second, Changkyun meets Kihyun’s eyes again. It’s questioning this time, cautious, even. Like his confidence has faltered and he’s wondering if he’s pinned the right makeup artist to the wall. The uncertainty is gone as soon as it came, replaced once more with a domineering stare.
“—Or are you mine, Changkyun?”
Kihyun squeezes Changkyun’s throat ever so slightly. Changkyun makes a broken sound, prompting Kihyun’s release and the readjustment of his hand on Changkyun’s neck. All his blood is south and he’s certain his dick is going to tear through his slacks.
“You…yours, sir.”
That’s all Kihyun needed.
The singer’s cold body was instantly pressed against Changkyun, chills erupting over both their bodies the second their lips collided. Changkyun tries to gasp at the sudden chill, but Kihyun keeps Changkyun’s mouth on his with a hand on his throat and the other providing his waist with a commanding squeeze. Changkyun finally allows himself to melt into Kihyun’s touch, embracing the cold and throwing his arms over Kihyun’s shoulders.
Kihyun moans at the swipe of Changkyun’s adventurous tongue on his lips, and pushes Changkyun harder against the wall. The hand on the younger’s throat slides back to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there, and then slides up to grasp a handful of Changkyun's long black hair. He doesn’t tug or clench a fistful, almost as if the gesture itself was simply a reminder that Kihyun is in charge.
Changkyun’s back arches into Kihyun’s, their groins pressed against each other and it’s taking every drop of Changkyun’s self-control not to start humping against the man’s hips. He had suspected that Kihyun was carrying a semi when he stood up from the pool but seeing the tent on Kihyun’s pants is one thing, and having him pressed against him where Changkyun can feel the entire length of him, hard and throbbing, is another.
Kihyun takes matters into his own hands when he slides a hand behind Changkyun, grabs his ass and pulls their hips flush, and without any ceremony, grinds his hips against Changkyun, hissing into his mouth.
The choked-up moan Changkyun lets out as his eyes roll back makes Kihyun chuckle lowly.
“You like it dirty, don’t you?” he rasps against Changkyun’s lips. “ Filthy and messy. ”
Changkyun’s tongue isn’t capable of forming coherent words so instead he nods his head frantically and rolls his hips into Kihyun’s. The dark wet patches Kihyun’s wet outfit has left on Changkyun’s clothes are the only thing hiding the wetness spreading on Changkyun’s crotch.
“Hm…. I know, pup,” he hums deeply, alternating between nipping and licking at Changkyun’s spit-slick lips. “That’s what I plan to make of you. A filthy mess .”
The singer’s controlled low voice sends shudders down Changkyun’s spine.
Changkyun whimpers, at the pet name and the promise, and lets Kihyun tear him off the wall, dragging him further into the storage room and further away from the door.
There’s an old wooden dresser against the opposite wall that Kihyun must deem sturdy enough to sit on because that’s where they end up, with Kihyun’s legs wrapped around Changkyun’s middle as they continue to make out. Kihyun’s tongue drags across the roof of his mouth, almost as if he’s mapping the inside of Changkyun’s mouth and pulls back abruptly just to stare hungrily into Changkyun’s lidded eyes with those dark glassy eyes before diving back in again. Their bodies are running so hot Changkyun could swear he can feel the steam rising from Kihyun’s clothes.
Changkyun takes note of every movement, every touch and every swipe of his tongue that makes Kihyun gasp and shudder and when the opportunity presents itself he lets his lips travel down Kihyun’s neck, kissing and nipping at the smooth skin there. He’s noticed that every time Kihyun’s erect nipples graze his chest it sends a shudder down the singer’s spine, and every time it happens it intensifies. Changkyun’s determined to get his mouth on them.
Kihyun pulls Changkyun closer to him, the warmth of the artist’s body ebbing into the singer’s. They’re following the heat of each other’s mouths like it’s a setting sun they will never catch. There are gasps, hushed moans, and needy noises from both parties. They’re both aching to succumb, but both refuse to be the first.
Changkyun continues to kiss down Kihyun’s neck, fighting the intense urge to sink his teeth into the soft skin and leave possessive marks. He snuffs the thoughts away before he can think about them too closely. Instead, he slips his hand into Kihyun’s already open shirt and cups Kihyun’s breast, which elicits a rather cute gasp. Changkyun smirks against Kihyun’s neck, then locates a nipple with his fingers. He pinches.
Kihyun moans and follows the sound with a restrained arch of his back. So they’re more sensitive than expected.
Changkyun continues testing his limits. Kihyun’s pecs are full, squishy, sensitive, the whole package. The nipples are dark and cold, hard, easy and fun to flick. Kihyun makes such good noises when Changkyun plays with them. His mouth trails further and further south, making its way from Kihyun’s collarbones down to his sternum, where Changkyun licks and bites. Kihyun shudders, however, when Changkyun’s path skews to the side.
Before Changkyun actually latches his mouth onto Kihyun’s nipple, he makes a point of kissing everywhere around it. He licks long stripes around the perky bud, kissing the skin under the swell of Kihyun’s tit. His other hand squeezes a handful of smooth flesh, then his fingers pull and tug at the opposite nipple. Only then does Changkyun’s long tongue lave across the beaded skin of Kihyun’s nipple.
Kihyun’s head throws back, his hand flying up Changkyun’s head and grabbing a fistful of his hair. His punctuated gasps every time Changkyun pulls the taut bud between his teeth make him want to devour the man whole. Kihyun’s body is sensitive and responsive to the barest stimulation.
“Greedy pup, ” Kihyun drawls, his nails scratching the back of Changkyun’s scalp.
Changkyun moans in response and sucks the swollen nub harder into his mouth before switching to the other one and giving it the same treatment. He can tell Kihyun is getting more impatient by the second and somewhere in the back of his mind, Changkyun knows that he can’t draw this out for long. People are gonna start looking for them soon.
Kihyun makes it easier for him by making the decision for him, grabbing Changkyun by the hair and pulling him off his chest. Changkyun licks his lip, breaking the string of saliva between his lip and Kihyun’s swollen nipple. There’s spit running down Changkyun’s chin, and from the way Kihyun is drinking him with his hungry eyes, it seems that he’s satisfied with the mess Changkyun has made.
“Tell me what you wanted, pup,” He hums. “What you wanted me to do to you when you were eye-fucking me across the studio.”
Changkyun kisses Kihyun again in response, licking into his mouth and letting him suck on his tongue before the roles reverse and Kihyun takes over again. “I wanted you to do just this. Pull me away from my work and fuck me until I can’t lift a finger without shaking.”
Kihyun smirks. A beat passes.
“Tell me to fuck you,” Kihyun orders. “And I will.”
Changkyun doesn’t hesitate. “Please,” He presses his clothed dick against Kihyun for emphasis. “Please fuck me.”
Kihyun lets out a breathy chuckle, his thumb coming to trace Changkyun’s red swollen lip.
“Such a polite pup,” he coos, letting his finger slip between Changkyun’s lips and slide against the flat of his hot tongue. “Poor thing, you’ve been waiting for so long, haven’t you?”
He has. From the moment Kihyun sat on his chair Changkyun wanted to press his lips onto his and feel them against his. He’s been aching to touch Kihyun’s smooth skin and taste him and feel the weight of his body on top of his. And most of all, he’s been dreaming of having the man’s cock buried deep inside of him, stretching his rim and engraving his shape into Changkyun’s walls.
Kihyun grins with smug satisfaction. “Strip.”
Changkyun works quickly undoing the small buttons on his dress shirt with surprisingly steady fingers.
“Hang them on there,” Kihyun instructs, pointing at an old coat rack in the corner of the room. “We can’t have people seeing the mess I’ll be making of you in a minute.”
Changkyun shudders but nods, making his way to the corner of the room to continue undressing.
A sudden wave of shyness (or insecurity. Changkyun doesn’t have the time to inspect it too closely) washes over him. He feels like covering himself the moment he slips his shirt off. Kihyun jumps off the drawer and makes his way toward him in slow, cat-like steps.
He stops, feet only inches away from Changkyun’s, grabs the shirt from him, and throws it onto the rack carelessly. His eyes roam Changkyun’s body, cataloging every curve and bump in his memory.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles breathlessly, lifting his palms to rest on Changkyun’s shoulder before letting them drag down across his chest and letting them settle on Changkyun’s hip bone.
A welcomed warmth erupts over Changkyun’s body in a pink blush. Words fail him, he’s too startled to hear such things come from someone as godly as Kihyun. He doesn’t thank him.
Sensing his daze, Kihyun pulls Changkyun in by his hip again for another kiss, and skillfully brings him back to reality, to achingly hard dicks and an arbitrary time limit.
“Your turn,” Changkyun rasps, playing with the collar of Kihyun’s wet shirt.
Kihyun doesn’t say anything, but smiles sweetly. In this scenario, however, with those eyes, this smile is downright malevolent. “No.”
Changkyun’s dick twitches. Either Kihyun is that good of a match for him, or he somehow made it obvious that power dynamics really, really turn him on. Having Kihyun clothed and fucking him while Changkyun is completely naked is doing lot for him.
“Now, do you have lube?” Kihyun asks. Ah. That’s…a question.
“No,” Changkyun replies. “You don’t?”
Well.
Changkyun huffs. His blood is practically buzzing with need at this point, and he isn’t quite in the headspace to just not get fucked by Yoo Kihyun right now.
“I… I can suck you off,” he stammers, not wanting Kihyun time to change his mind about this. “And we just use my spit instead.”
The corner of Kihyun’s mouth twitches. “Then hurry up and take these pants off. You don’t wanna ruin the knees, do you pup?”
Changkyun’s hands start to undo his belt and zipper before his brain has fully caught up. He’s pushed his pants halfway down before realizing he hasn’t taken his shoes off.
Shit.
He’s really going to be fully naked while Kihyun is fully (albeit not very modestly) dressed. It turns Changkyun on beyond his comprehension.
He hurries and strips and hangs his clothes up as ordered before sinking onto his knees without caring for a second about having his bare knees on the nasty floor of this storage room. If anything, the thought of dirtying or even slightly bruising his knees while servicing the singer turns him on ever more, if that’s even possible.
It’s certainly possible and his dick agrees as it oozes a string of precum onto the floor.
“So eager,” Kihyun tuts, pushing his fingers through Changkyun’s messy bangs. “You should prep yourself while you’re at it. We don’t have much time.”
Changkyun nods eagerly before spitting onto his own palm and snaking his hand behind him while his eyes stay focused on the bulging crotch in front of him. Kihyun unzips the leather pants more slowly than Changkyun would have liked but the second he pops the button open his cock springs out, almost hitting Changkyun in the face.
Kihyun was fucking commando.
Changkyun’s mouth is full before he can make some snide comment about it. Kihyun’s dick, unlike the rest of his body, is warm, fills up his mouth to the brim. Changkyun can feel every vein under his tongue, traces them, and pulls off to suck on the very tip. He wraps his lips tightly around Kihyun’s cockhead, swiping his tongue across the slit and savoring the salty precum that pools there. He downs himself again, feeling Kihyun’s dick press against the back of his throat, and goes down a little further to reach his base. His eyes are watering.
“Good boy…” Kihyun pants. “Such a good puppy.”
Changkyun makes a needy noise and continues. He’s worked himself open to two fingers now, and is working on the third. He can’t reach his sweet spot on his own, so the act is purely out of duty. There’s a dull ache that slowly overtakes his knees, so Changkyun has to remind himself that this is only to make sure Kihyun’s dick is slick enough to make sex enjoyable for them both. For good measure, Changkyun pulls all the way off and spits down the length of his dick, then watches the excess drip to the floor.
“Up,” Kihyun orders. He’s not wanting this cut short. Changkyun obliges, his knees cracking as he stands, and follows Kihyun back to the dresser they were at before. Changkyun obediently braces his arms on the flat surface, and bends over.
He angles his head to see behind him, and watches as Kihyun finishes spitting in his hand before stroking his dick twice, thrice, and suddenly grabbing both Changkyun’s asscheeks and pulling them open. He spits in Changkyun’s hole as if it were a prize for being prepped enough.
“Sir,” Changkyun pleads. He’s done waiting. “ Please, sir.”
The slick head of Kihyun’s cock rubs between his cheeks and Changkyun whimpers in the sheer need to have the man inside now. Kihyun pushes into him in one swift motion, and Changkyun’s rim opens up for him before he has the chance to vocalize his thoughts.
Kihyun doesn’t stop until his dick is fully sheathed into him and it knocks the air out of Changkyun’s lungs. His thighs start trembling and his knees buckle, and if it weren’t for the dresser, Changkyun would have fallen limp onto his already aching knees.
“Shit, you take me so well baby,” the singer curses, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Changkyun’s ass as he gives them both a moment to adjust and take it all in.
Changkyun’s walls twitch around him involuntarily hearing the pet name and it makes them both groan. Kihyun’s dick is pressing deliciously against Changkyun’s sweet spot and if he doesn’t start moving soon Changkyun is going to lose his mind.
“ ‘m ready, fuck— please, just… please?” he pleads, looking across his shoulder with the best puppy eyes he can pull in this situation, and the gods above must be looking out for him because it works.
Kihyun pulls out until only his head is still inside before thrusting back in without a warning. The slap of his hips against Changkyun’s ass might be louder than any sound they’ve made so far and neither of them seems to care because not a second later he does it again. And again, until he’s built up a steady, albeit brutal, rhythm.
Changkyun has to bite into his forearm to keep himself from crying out Kihyun’s name and letting everyone in the building know what a cockslut he is for the singer. His dick is bouncing between his trembling thighs, leaking precum and twitching every time Kihyun’s head slams into his prostate, which is nearly every thrust. At this rate, Changkyun is not going to last much longer.
Kihyun is showering him with words of backhanded praise and sweet degradation. Changkyun’s only thoughts are of how good Kihyun’s cock feels, how it’s shaped perfectly to match him, and that its length and curve are perfect to drill into Changkyun’s prostate with every swivel of his hips.
Every brutal thrust tips Changkyun closer and closer. The corners of his vision are growing dark and blurry, and there’s a coil deep in his belly that’s growing tighter, hotter. Based on the gradual erraticness of Kihyun’s pace, Changkyun guesses he’s growing closer too.
“You’re a slut, Changkyun,” Kihyun growls, voice strained. Changkyun, woozy enough to be snarky, grins and pushes his hips back in tandem with Kihyun’s thrust, pulling him in deeper. He continues the motion, making Kihyun moan.
“Only for y- you sir.” Changkyun makes sure to let the sound of his voice ring in Kihyun’s ears like a melody, lets the other’s name drip off his tongue like a viscous nectar Kihyun will only ever taste from him. Kihyun was right, he is greedy, and he does want to keep Kihyun’s cock to himself. He snuffs that greed out, too.
Kihyun’s breaths are hot on Changkyun’s neck as he continues, chasing his release fervently. Changkyun’s body complains at him, whines in the small of his back for doing so much unpracticed work. Changkyun doesn’t care. The tightness in his abdomen only grows, and Changkyun sinks his teeth harder into the flesh of his arm to keep quiet. He wishes he could let Kihyun hear how noisy he really is when he’s getting the fuck of his life.
“Close,” Kihyun grits out. “In or out?”
“Let me swallow it,” Changkyun murmurs. “Easy cleanup.”
Even without looking at him Changkyun swears he can see Kihyun make an expression of astonishment and immense pleasure. Quickly, Kihyun pulls out and Changkyun is even quicker to be back on his sore knees.
“Open wide, puppy,” Kihyun directs. He pumps his dick to push himself over the edge, and Changkyun is there waiting with his mouth open and his tongue extended. His eyes flutter open to reveal the biggest, most watery puppy-dog eyes for the full effect. The sight officially brings Kihyun to his climax.
Kihyun moans as he presses the head of his dick to Changkyun’s tongue, and then watches in a trance as Changkyun doesn’t even flinch at the taste. Ropes of white cover Changkyun’s tongue, and as Kihyun tucks himself back away, Changkyun makes a scene of swallowing every last drop.
Changkyun is pulled up to his feet by his hair and his mouth is claimed before he gets to make a sound. Kihyun locks into his mouth like he’s trying to lick the taste of his own cum off Changkyun’s mouth. He growls against Changkyun’s lips, fingers pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck and kisses him harder.
Cold fingers snake around Kihyun’s back, clawing at the damp shirt still stuck to the man’s skin, perhaps more so from sweat than pool water at this point. He was a handful of thrusts away from spilling his cum over the dresser, fewer if Kihyun touched him, but the man has already tucked himself back into his pants and Changkyun wants to wail. His walls are clenching around nothing, his dick hanging hard and heavy between his slim thighs, practically begging to be fisted and pumped to completion.
“Turn around,” the man orders, sensing Changkyun’s panic.
Changkyun obliges wordlessly, turning around so his back is facing Kihyun and braces a hand on the dresser for support. He shudders as Kihyun’s body presses flush against him, hands circling around his middle. Kihyun props his chin on his shoulder, lips only a few inches from Changkyun’s flushed earlobes.
“I’ve got you puppy,” Kihyun croons, sliding his soft palms across Changkyun’s lower abdomen before wrapping his fingers around his throbbing shaft.
Changkyun nearly falls over his knees gasping. He only holds himself up using the hand on the dresser. “Pleasepleaseplease-”
Kihyun hushes him, his hot breath tingling Changkyun’s earlobe. His grip is firm around Changkyun’s dick as he begins to pump him with steady hands. Changkyuns ears are beginning to ring from the sheer pleasure of having those slim fingers wrapped around his cock, jerking him to the edge of his life.
Changkyun is dimly aware of the fact that as soon as the sex is over the bubble around them is popped and they will be back to being ‘world-renowned singer’ and ‘prospective big shot makeup artist’.
He cums without a warning, body convulsing against Kihyun’s and spilling wet into his hand and onto the floor. Changkyun isn’t sure if he imagined Kihyun sniggering against his shoulder as he rode him through his orgasm or if it actually happened. He bites into his lip trying to stifle his cries and breaks the skin in the process, drawing some blood. Kihyun’s small fingers massage his flagging cock, milking the last drop of cum out of him.
When his breathing begins to return to normal, Kihyun whirls him around with a hand looped behind his back. He makes a show of sucking every digit into his mouth, cleaning Changkyun’s cum off his fingers and Changkyun wants to fall onto his aching knees and beg him not to leave yet.
The singer presses his lips against Changkyun’s, licking a long strip along the seam of his lower lip before moving his face next to Changkyun’s ear.
“Next time, wear something red for me,” he whispers lowly, and before Changkyun has a chance to react, the heat of his body against his is gone in a blink.
Changkyun blinks his eyes to focus and finds the man standing at the door.
“Meet me back in the dressing room,” he says across his shoulder and then he’s gone, closing the door behind him.
Next time.
Changkyun is mentally trying to find something red to wear for next time (and realizes he needs to go lingerie shopping) while he’s getting dressed.
If Yoo Kihyun wants his meal in red next time, Changkyun is going to make sure he serves him up just right.