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Soobin had heard Beomgyu's loud screech sometime about an hour ago, letting him know that he'd returned from his day of classes. Their parents would usually get home late, so it was just the two of them for a good few hours, unless Beomgyu decided to go out with friends, leaving Soobin all alone in peace. Tonight wasn't one of those peaceful nights, it seemed, but at least there was a likely trade-off. If Soobin chose to get up, which he might, after the next match, he could most likely find Beomgyu's best friend in their living room, too.
Choi Yeonjun. According to Beomgyu, he was their universities most sought after man, and he apparently abused that with fling after fling, heartbroken men and women in his wake.
Soobin wouldn't know, he went to a different university. He'd first met Yeonjun in the same manner as tonight, he'd gone out to tell Beomgyu to shut the fuck up, and saw the other man sitting in one of their chairs. He'd had bright yellow hair at the time, and a ridiculously tight white halter top on that showed off his toned biceps. The man had the audacity to drag his eyes up and down Soobin's body, before he leant back with a raised eyebrow. Soobin had ignored him, just shifted his gaze to Beomgyu to finish what he was saying as he walked out of his room. Notably, to shut the fuck up. Then he'd shut himself back in his room.
If, over the next few months, he'd spent the time Beomgyu was home with this new bestie of his in the kitchen making elaborate snacks for himself, or suddenly wanting to watch things with Beomgyu while company was over, it surely had nothing to do with the way he could ogle the other man.
If he also spent time drawing lewd fanart of his favorite game and anime characters, suspiciously in the same outfits Yeonjun wore, that was between him and his twitter following.
Soobin scoffed as his current match ended, a giant DEFEAT plastered over his screen. The randoms he'd got paired with had no idea how the game worked, and he kept getting focused by the rest of the enemy team. He wasn't the raging type, but his blood pumped in his ears out of frustration and annoyance, so he threw his controller to the side and stood up to grab a drink.
As he opened his door, he could hear Yeonjun's lower, slightly nasal voice chatting with Beomgyu, and he bit down a smile as he made his way through the hallway towards the living room. As he rounded the corner, he met eyes with Yeonjun, who smirked softly at him. Soobin broke the eye contact by pretending his glasses had slipped, straightening them by the arms before he ruffled his bangs for long enough to get him into the safety of the kitchen.
"Oh, Soobin! Get me a beer!" Beomgyu shouted from his place on the couch, and Soobin rolled his eyes.
"Get it yourself," Soobin shouted back, opening the fridge to grab a can of soda. He made a point of looking at Beomgyu past the breakfast bar breaking up the living room and kitchen, popping the tab on the can and taking a long drink.
"You're such a dick, you're right there," Beomgyu whined, flopping his arms against the couch.
"And you've been sitting there for how long? It's like ten steps away," Soobin answered. He moved over to the breakfast bar, leaning a hip against the counter, angled in a way he had Yeonjun in his line of sight. The other was wearing one of his flowing, open tops that he favored lately. His dark black hair a contrast to the pale blue of the fabric. Soobin felt his dick twitch at how low the top was opened, knowing if Yeonjun leaned forward, he'd get a clear shot of his nipples. He'd been graced with that image just last week, and he'd spent a lot of quality time with his hand since then with the fantasies it had conjured.
Soobin's preferred way of dealing with Yeonjun was to simply pretend to ignore that he was there, unless the other spoke directly to him. He did the same tonight.
"If you get me a beer, I'll let you take the PS5 for the next week," Beomgyu whined, trying his hand at bargaining. It just made Soobin roll his eyes.
"The PS5 that I bought?" Soobin scoffed, before taking another sip.
"Alright, fine, I'll clean your room!" Beomgyu shouted, shifting to sit forward, nearly leaning off the couch.
"Bullshit, you never actually clean it," Soobin said, pouting in annoyance. He was startled into looking at Yeonjun when he heard the other man let out a laugh.
"Does that mean you fall for that a lot?" Yeonjun asked, a smirk playing at his mouth. Soobin hated how his teasing fox eyes bore into him. He couldn't stand it when Yeonjun looked at him, his neck started feeling tight and he could physically feel himself losing oxygen. He chose to not respond, simply re-directing his eyes at his stupid brother again.
"I'll get you a beer, if you buy me dinner from that chicken place on the way home tomorrow," Soobin offered with a sigh. He hated how he always caved. But he really had been craving that place, the only one in their area was on the way home from Beomgyu's university, and it was completely out of Soobin's way.
"Deal!" Beomgyu cheered, flopping back into the cushions. Yeonjun's soft laugh tickled at his ears, and it made it almost worth it.
"Binnie," Yeonjun spoke up, soft and teasing. Soobin felt his face heat up at the nickname.
That's new, he thought. He braved looking back at Yeonjun. The other was leaning forward, hands pillowed into the cushion on either side of his thighs, and it made his shirt slip nearly off one shoulder. Soobin gulped.
"Hm?"
"Can you get me an ice cream, too?" Yeonjun asked, his plush lips pouting out as he batted his eyes slowly.
Soobin took a drink of his soda, nodding silently as he did. He didn't trust himself to respond without his voice cracking.
"Thank you~," Yeonjun's teasing voice reached him at the fridge, where he grabbed a beer, then popped open the freezer door to grab an ice cream. Seemingly the only ones they had at the moment were coconut popsicles.
"Oh yeah, I ate all the others yesterday," Soobin mumbled to himself. Hopefully Yeonjun liked coconut.
Soobin stuck the beer can between his elbow and his stomach, holding the ice cream in his other hand as he made his way out of the kitchen. He didn't think he'd get away with handing Yeonjun the ice cream without looking at him, so he clenched his jaw as he got closer. Yeonjun leaned forward again as he did, and as Soobin stepped close to hand it over, he accidentally looked straight down his top. He watched as Yeonjun quickly reached a slim finger up and popped another button, pulling the fabric out a little as he did. When he dragged his eyes back up, Yeonjun had a very amused look on his face, then he pursed his lips together and blew him a kiss. Yeonjun's soft fingers seemed to intentionally drag over Soobin's as he passed the package over.
Soobin was pretty sure he kept his cool, keeping his face neutral, mostly in shock. Beomgyu wouldn't have been able to see any of that, with the way Soobin's body had been right in front of Yeonjun. Soobin grit his teeth harder, turning on his heel to stomp over to Beomgyu.
"What are you guys watching?" Soobin asked, letting Beomgyu take the can from it's place at his elbow.
"Ah, we were just talking. I think we might watch that new marvel show on Disney plus, though," Beomgyu answered thoughtlessly as he popped the tab on his beer.
"Oh, I wanted to watch that," Soobin lied, and plopped himself down next to Beomgyu. He ignored the soft breath of amusement he heard from Yeonjun, taking another drink of his soda. By this rate he'd drink the whole thing way too fast.
Beomgyu leaned forward, turning the TV on and opening up the app. Beomgyu and Yeonjun chatted a bit about what the show was about as it started. Soobin started to feel safe enough to sneak glances at Yeonjun, the only reason he was still out here. He nearly choked when he saw Yeonjun running his tongue around the tip of the popsicle in the most lewd image he'd ever seen with his own two eyes.
"Mm, this ice cream is good," Yeonjun literally moaned. Soobin clenched his hand into the fabric covering his knee, fingers getting tighter as Yeonjun continued to let out little moans as he ate his ice cream. Soobin wondered desperately if the other man always made such lewd sounds as he ate, and when he looked up again helplessly, he was greeted with Yeonjun kissing the side of the popsicle. Yeonjun was staring right at him, his eyes hooded as he flicked his tongue out.
Soobin nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud noise suddenly rang out from next to him.
The sound of some song started playing from Beomgyu's hip, and Beomgyu rolled his eyes as he pulled his phone out.
"Oh, shit," Beomgyu whispered, shocked. The second he answered the call, Soobin heard a voice loud enough to reach him from where he sat.
"Where the fuck are you?!"
"Shit, Taehyun, I'm sorry! I forgot about the group project tonight!" Beomgyu groaned, standing up in a rush. The answer was too low to hear, but Beomgyu ran a frustrated hand through his hair, then ran to the corner of the room where his bag had been discarded.
"I'll be there in 10! I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Beomgyu shouted into the phone, then shoved his phone into his pocket again. He threw the strap of his bag over one arm and turned to look at Yeonjun.
"I gotta go, man, sorry. I totally forgot about the group project for music theory," Beomgyu groaned.
"Don't worry about it. I'm gonna stay here for a while though, I think." Yeonjun laughed, waving him off.
Beomgyu's eyes squinted in obvious confusion, but he shrugged before bolting out of the door. Soobin was very aware that it was now just him and Yeonjun in the apartment, and he resolutely kept his eyes on the screen still playing... whatever this was. He actually hadn't heard about a new marvel show, yet. He felt his legs begin to shake as the minutes passed, until he jolted again.
Yeonjun passed by him, dropping down to take Beomgyu's place on the couch. Soobin dared to look over at Yeonjun, plastering a confused look on his face.
Yeonjun pouted back at him. "You took my spot, the angle over there sucks," Yeonjun whined, his pout pushing out further as he talked.
"O-oh," Soobin answered, looking back at the TV. He tried to ignore the body heat he could feel, from where Yeonjun had sat entirely too close to him. He was pretty successful, he thought, until he started to hear... slurping noises? When he looked over at Yeonjun, his mouth dropped open.
Yeonjun was sucking along the length of the popsicle, and it was melting with how long he was taking to eat it. The white coconut was dripping down Yeonjun's lips, small drips sliding down his chin, and onto his fingers. Yeonjun repeatedly let out little frustrated moans as he lewdly licked at the popsicle, eating it in a way no one ever ate popsicles.
He's doing this on purpose, Soobin thought to himself, feeling like he was losing his mind.
His dick twitched in his pants when Yeonjun shoved the whole thing in his mouth, pushing out the side of his cheek. His eyes closed in the most sultry way Soobin had ever seen, and he hollowed his cheeks around his mouthful before sliding out the clean popsicle stick. Soobin felt himself quickly getting hard, completely at a loss to the situation.
Beomgyu had told him of Yeonjun's history with dating, but he'd never mentioned he was a complete slut. Soobin had no idea what to think, or what to say. Should he just ignore it and turn back to the TV? But Yeonjun had been looking at him, and knew how long Soobin had watched him... fellate that popsicle.
"Soobinie," Yeonjun whined, opening his eyes gently. He moved the hand not holding the popsicle stick, placing it softly on Soobin's bicep.
"W-what?" Soobin forced out.
"I'm all messy," Yeonjun moaned, leaning forward into Soobin's space.
"Did you... want me to get you a napkin?" Soobin forced out.
His brain wasn't working, he was definitely panicking. His dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, the zipper of his jeans digging into it painfully. He dropped his head to watch as Yeonjun's hand stroked up his arm, catching at his sleeve and pulling it until it slipped off his fingers and flopped back down, then continued up until his fingers dug into the skin at the back of Soobin's neck. He was definitely panting now, and he let out a startled gasp when Yeonjun gripped the back of his neck, hard.
"You should help clean me up," Yeonjun said, looking up into Soobin's eyes as he threw the popsicle stick onto the coffee table.
Soobin couldn't think, he had no idea what Yeonjun meant. He felt his mouth pull down into an embarrassed frown, eyes flicking between Yeonjun's pouting face and his other, sticky, hand that was moving slowly towards Soobin's face.
He looked desperately at Yeonjun, doubting himself so much that Yeonjun was coming on to him that his brain settled firmly on abject confusion, and then Yeonjun's sticky fingers finally reached their apparent goal, resting on Soobin's lips. The warm digits pushed into the skin, dragging his bottom lip down. Soobin closed his eyes as Yeonjun slipped his fingers past his lips, and he tasted coconut as they dragged along his tongue.
Even a dumb virgin could get the picture now, and he hungrily licked the sticky juice off of Yeonjun's fingers, tongue sliding wetly around the soft skin, grunting when Yeonjun pressed down firmly on his tongue. Soobin was too embarrassed to open his eyes, letting Yeonjun's fingers slide around his mouth, sucking slightly at the digits.
Slowly, Yeonjun started fucking his fingers in and out, adding a third finger. He pressed his fingers to the sides of Soobin's cheeks, pushing them out as he stroked the soft insides of his cheeks. He moved back to his tongue, and Soobin returned to stroking along them, before Yeonjun shoved his fingers back, pushing to the back of his throat. Soobin coughed wetly, his throat clenching up as he gagged, and Yeonjun pulled back his hand.
Soobin only had a moment to open his eyes, tears at the corners, when he saw Yeonjun throw a leg over his lap. He moaned as he felt Yeonjun's weight settle on him, and he could feel his soft ass on his thighs. The warmth of his body heat made Soobin whimper, and his cock pulsed in his jeans. Yeonjun's other hand was still holding the back of Soobin's neck, and he forcefully titled Soobin's head back so that they made eye contact.
"You are so useless, aren't you?" Yeonjun said, smirking.
Soobin frowned.
"You are, don't try to deny it. If it wasn't for me, you'd probably be a virgin for the rest of your life," Yeonjun said softly, voice more the tone like he was telling Soobin how beautiful he was, rather than degrading him. Yeonjun shook his head softly. "I've been coming on to you for weeks, Soobinie. Do you think I let just anyone look at me the way you do?"
"W-why?" Soobin asked, at a loss. He could understand himself being infatuated with Yeonjun, but Soobin knew he was just a plain guy bordering on shut in. He had no idea why Yeonjun would ever try to come on to him.
"It's simple, you're cute. And despite ogling me, you've never said anything rude," Yeonjun smiled, leaning forward until their chests pressed together. It made their faces so close together that Soobin could only look into one of Yeonjun's eyes. "Plus," Yeonjun added, sliding his hand that had been in Soobin's mouth down Soobin's side until it rested at his hip. Soobin clenched his thighs in anticipation, and his hunch was right as Yeonjun shoved the hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers tight around Soobin's aching cock. "I've seen how big your cock is."
Soobin clenched his teeth, groaning at the feeling. His hands came up without thinking, holding onto Yeonjun's waist and pulling him closer. His hips jerked up into Yeonjun's hold as the groan trailed off into a whine.
"So cute," Yeonjun laughed.
Soobin panted, eyes blinking hard as he tried to not come in his pants just from this. Yeonjun's hand gripped tighter, painful with how hard he was pushing on Soobin's dick, and it made Soobin cry out.
"You aren't allowed to come until you're inside me," Yeonjun whispered.
Soobin whined, internally begging Yeonjun to move his hand off. His eyelids were fluttering from the pain and pleasure, and the words conjured mental images of himself buried inside Yeonjun. He cried out again, the image proving too strong, and he jerked his hand between them, ripping Yeonjun's hand off of his cock. He only had a moment of relief before Yeonjun surged forward, crushing their mouths together. The kiss was wet and dirty from the start, Yeonjun's tongue sliding into Soobin's gasping mouth immediately. He tried to quickly get past the unusual feeling of a tongue inside his mouth, clumsily returning the strokes of Yeonjun's tongue. Yeonjun moved back to suck on his bottom lip, bite down on it, before soothing it again with another suck. His hands came up to cup Soobin's face, pulling back to give him sensual kisses that were less controlling. He felt Yeonjun start rocking himself on his thigh, Yeonjun's hard dick just barely brushing against his hip bone.
Soobin took the opportunity to kiss down Yeonjun's face, licking at the coconut stickiness on his chin before moving back up to suck on Yeonjun's lips himself. He'd always thought Yeonjun had slutty lips, begging to get a cock shoved between them. He desperately tried to imitate this, shoving his tongue between Yeonjun's lips, fucking it repeatedly into his gasping mouth.
Yeonjun pulled back, breaking the kiss.
"Can you be a good boy and fuck me?" Yeonjun pouted, his eyes drooping.
"Yes, yes," Soobin answered, nodding his head for effect.
Yeonjun smiled cutely, then slid off Soobin's lap.
"Lay down," Yeonjun demanded.
Soobin quickly complied, shifting his legs to slide along the couch so he was laid out. He looked over at Yeonjun, and saw the other kicking off his slippers before he shoved his jeans down, his shirt already on the floor. He was in awe at the soft expanse of skin revealed to him, how cute and soft Yeonjun's cock looked, even fully hard as it was.
"You're perfect," Soobin mumbled out without thinking.
Yeonjun's head tilted up slightly at the words, and Soobin was stunned to see a blush cover his cheeks and a small smile twist his lips as Yeonjun finished pulling off his pants.
So he likes praises, then?
Soobin only realized he was still clothed as Yeonjun stood up to his full height, so he just popped the button and pulled the zipper down and shoved his pants and briefs off, kicking them off his feet. Yeonjun gave him no time before he settled onto his lap, and Soobin gasped at it. The soft, warm skin of Yeonjun's ass pillowed onto his thighs and even that was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He bit his lip, hard, to try to control himself.
Yeonjun shifted a bit on his lap, his hands coming out in front of him. Soobin realized then that he had lube and a condom in one hand.
"Were those in your jeans...?" Soobin asked, dumbly.
Yeonjun smirked at him, tilting his head to the side.
"I've been bringing them with me for a while. Guys don't usually take so much to make a move, you know," Yeonjun answered, "Though, I guess you didn't even do that. I had to do it."
Soobin felt a flush spread over his cheeks. Yeonjun had been planning on Soobin fucking him for a while? He could barely comprehend it, even with a naked Yeonjun sitting on his lap. He definitely never would have made a move, either.
"Give me your hand," Yeonjun demanded again, holding one hand out. Soobin slid his fingers into his hold, carding their fingers together.
Yeonjun giggled, the hand holding the lube coming up to cover his face.
"Cute, but no," He reprimanded, turning their hands over and laying Soobin's hand in his palm. He reached forward with the other, uncapping the small lube bottle and squeezing some out so it coated Soobin's fingers.
"I'm gonna teach you how to finger someone to fit your huge cock," he mumbled, and Soobin blushed even more than the embarrassment. Soobin's breath caught in his throat in anticipation as Yeonjun lifted up slightly, sliding their hands between them. He fumbled around a bit until Soobin's fingers were pressed against the tight ring of muscle, and Soobin bit his lip as he slightly stroked his fingers along it. It was softer than he expected, and the silky feeling of the lube coating his fingers made it softer.
"Mm, yeah, do that first," Yeonjun gasped out, guiding his fingers to stroke back and forth, around in a circle, before he pushed at the fingertip of Soobin's middle finger and pressed it inside of himself.
Yeonjun moaned, mouth dropping open. Soobin realized he had the entirety of Yeonjun's naked body on display right in front of him and he greedily soaked up the view. His small nipples were perked up, his stomach expanded with each breath, and he could see small goosebumps on his thighs. His smaller cock stood up against his body, the smooth skin taking on a darker tone as it reached the head, slick with Yeonjun's pre. Soobin let Yeonjun guide his finger in as far as he wanted, let him pull his hand so it slid out, and repeat the process over and over. Soobin loved the silky soft feeling on the inside of Yeonjun's body.
"Fuck, you're hands are so big," Yeonjun groaned, still fucking himself with just the one finger. Soobin teased one fingertip around the stretched edge of Yeonjun's hole, and it made his dick twitch to feel how it was expanded. And it was his finger that was inside.
Yeonjun moaned again, using Soobin's hand as a toy until the slide was easy, then he pushed in another finger and repeated it all over again. By the time Yeonjun was bouncing easily on four of Soobin's fingers, Soobin was sure he was going to come the second Yeonjun sank down on his cock. He was so turned on by how sexy Yeonjun was as he moaned and cried around Soobin's fingers, and how he just used Soobin's body as he wanted. Soobin would let Yeonjun do whatever he wanted with him. He'd happily be Yeonjun's personal fuck toy.
Suddenly, Yeonjun stopped his bouncing, a slight shivering taking over his body as he gripped tightly around Soobin's aching wrist.
"P-put the condom on," Yeonjun grit out, clenching himself around Soobin's fingers, before he slid them out, letting Soobin pull his hand back.
His fingers on that hand were too sticky to open the package, so he grabbed the condom in his unused hand and brought it to his mouth, ripping open the foil. He pulled out the condom and slid it clumsily down his hard cock, grunting at the feeling. A second later, lube was being poured onto his cock, and he jerked as Yeonjun harshly spread it over his length with both hands.
Soobin rested his hands on Yeonjun's hips, fingers just pressing in enough to see the indents of his flesh, but not hard enough to leave marks.
Yeonjun looked down at him, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. His hand had Soobin's cock resting against his opening, and Yeonjun jerked an eyebrow at him.
"You ready to lose your virginity, Binnie?" He said, smirking. He didn't wait for Soobin to answer before he sank down, pressing himself steadily down until the head of Soobin's cock popped past the ring of muscle. Yeonjun let out a lewd moan, sitting still there as his ass clenched around the head. Slowly he rocked his hips down, rolling his body in such a beautiful way it almost distracted Soobin from how tight and incredible his ass felt around his cock.
His fingers were definitely going to leave marks now, with how hard he was gripping to not come on the spot. But he didn't want to disappoint Yeonjun, he wanted Yeonjun to get what he wanted. Yeonjun's lewd moans grew louder and more frequent until he finally slumped a little bit, completely full of Soobin's cock, ass pillowed on his groin. Soobin himself felt like his entire body had become just that part of himself, all he was was what was inside of Yeonjun. He could feel Yeonjun's fluttering around himself, he never would have thought he'd feel so much with a condom, and that it would feel so good to be inside of someone.
"So big," Yeonjun mumbled again, before slowly lifting himself up, up until only the head of Soobin's cock was still inside of himself, and then he dropped down, taking it in much faster. It jerked a loud shout out of them both.
Soobin clenched his teeth, panting as Yeonjun picked up a pace of fucking himself on his cock, barely letting the head pop out before pushing it back in. Yeonjun seemed to love pushing the head of Soobin's cock past the ring, repeating that over and over until finally sinking back down. His hips were jerking but he didn't want to mess up Yeonjun's rhythm so he forced himself to remain still. Yeonjun finally picked up a pace of sliding all the way up and dropping all the way back down, filling himself up completely with each stroke. Over and over, taking Soobin completely inside of himself.
Yeonjun leaned backwards then, hands digging in to Soobin's thighs and he pushed his chest out. He dropped his head onto his shoulder and Soobin was in awe at the completely fucked out expression on his face. His mouth was dropped open, near constant moans slipping past his lips, a high blush on his cheeks all the way to his ears, and his eyes so nearly closed it looked like his eyes were rolled up into his head. Soobin couldn't help it any longer and he gripped Yeonjun's waist, rolling his cock into Yeonjun's body. It made Yeonjun's tongue slip past his wide open mouth, twitching as he licked his own lips.
"Beautiful," Soobin groaned, slapping his cock repeatedly into Yeonjun's body. Yeonjun smiled, and then his body seized up, quiet for once as he came, his cock twitched and come started to spurt out, sliding thickly down his cock, until it slid all the way to pool on Soobin's stomach. Soobin was shocked he hadn't come before Yeonjun, but he knew he was close now with the way Yeonjun was clenching and twitching around him, so tight he started seeing stars like when he rubbed at his eyes.
Soobin felt embarrassed at the constant whine that was being pulled out of him, his body curling up involuntarily as he pumped up into Yeonjun's ass, until finally it snapped and he saw white and his orgasm crashed over him with a shout.
When he regained awareness, Yeonjun was greedily watching him, slowly clenching his ass around Soobin's spent and quickly softening cock.
Yeonjun bit his lip with a smile when he noticed Soobin's attention.
"How was it?" He asked, voice teasing.
"Um," Soobin muttered. Yeonjun giggled at him.
"I want to have your cock again, Soobinie," Yeonjun said, shameless.
"Okay, yeah," Soobin answered, nodding. He'd let Yeonjun own his cock if he wanted.
Yeonjun reached down with both hands, pulling Soobin's glasses off gently. Soobin blinked up at him in confusion as he put them on, straightening his hair demurely behind his ears.
"I look hot, huh?" he asked, sliding a hand to rest on his stomach.
Soobin licked his lips, his cock giving one pathetic twitch from where it was buried in Yeonjun's body.
"So fucking hot."
-🛋️-
"If I didn't already know how good your cock feels, this room would completely turn me off," Yeonjun said, his voice only just a bit teasing. He looked around at the clothes on the floor, and Soobin had the awareness to feel a blush of shame. He was at least glad he kept his anime figures in the bookshelf with doors. It was originally so dust wouldn't get on them, but now he was sure it would have sent Yeonjun right out the door.
"It's not that bad, I just need to pick up the clothes," Soobin mumbled, trying to deflect his embarrassment.
"Ah yeah, at least there isn't trash everywhere like I expected," Yeonjun said, flopping down to sit on his bed. "These sheets are clean, right?"
Soobin sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Why not just go?" He bit out, starting to get offended.
Yeonjun reached out, grabbing at Soobin's hands and pulling him closer. He stroked Soobin's knuckles with his thumbs.
"Relax, I was just kidding," he eased, looking up into Soobin's face with a small smile. Soobin pouted, feelings still hurt. He wanted to be a cleaner person, and that's what made it sting so bad.
"Look, baby," Yeonjun sighed. "We can't always fuck at my place, my mom is home most of the time. How many times have we almost got caught?"
"A lot," Soobin mumbled.
"Exactly, and your parents don't get home until like, midnight," Yeonjun continued, swinging their hands between them. "But I don't exactly want to fuck on your couch all the time. What if Beomgyu comes home?"
Soobin cringed at the thought, he'd never live it down if Beomgyu caught him balls deep inside his best friend. He sighed in frustration, though, knowing he wouldn't succeed in cleaning. He'd been trying to be better about it for most of his life.
"Down," Yeonjun ordered gently, and Soobin gasped softly, then knelt down. He shifted to kneel in front of Yeonjun on the floor before he looked up into Yeonjun's eyes. Smiling softly, Yeonjun brought a hand up to cup his face. "I'll help you clean it, so don't worry."
"Okay, hyung," Soobin sniffed, stroking his face along Yeonjun's soft palm. Yeonjun's thumb stroked under his eye for a while, until he pulled Soobin forward.
"Kiss me," he demanded. And Soobin did as asked.
Scratching noises filled Soobin's bedroom from his tablet pen as he drew out strokes, lines materializing on the computer screen. His room was now a respectable clean from Yeonjun's help. There was an array of clothes by the foot of his bed, and a towel had fallen off the hook to lay in a heap beside his door, but he promised himself he'd pick those up tonight. Maybe. He'd said the same thing when it was just two socks yesterday, but he hadn't seen Yeonjun all week, and he was starting to lose the will to do it.
It was finals for Yeonjun, is why. Soobin's finals were two weeks ago, and Yeonjun had been in his room after he'd got home on some days, a textbook open on his lap, iPad lit up by his knee. They studied together like that sometimes, lately. Beomgyu was always off with his study group, so Yeonjun had said he'd felt lonely. If they fucked before Yeonjun went home it was absolutely earned, Soobin thought. Soobin usually had to finish his studying afterwards, with the way Yeonjun would immediately shove himself into Soobin's lap the second he was done with his own work.
Speaking of fucking, they hadn't done that in five days now. The longest stretch since they'd started this... Situation of theirs. He wasn't sure if they were boyfriends or not. They'd never gone on a date. And he was too scared to assume, afraid to get his feelings hurt if Yeonjun moved on to someone else. He was starting to get antsy from how horny he was getting, especially with the current disaster of self control he was currently drawing.
You see, he'd stumbled on some fanart the other day of a character one of his mutuals was into. But the character had on thigh highs, and a high waisted black cotton thong, his small dick outlined by the fabric. He'd immediately imagined Yeonjun in the ensemble, and it had stuck in his brain. He'd started the drawing last night at 2AM, fueled by bad decisions and an awful, leading, cruel conversation with Yeonjun over text where he'd finished by re-iterating his demand that Soobin not touch himself.
The angle was one of his most ambitious yet, only Yeonjun could inspire him to such bravery. The outline had taken him three full hours, getting the pose just right. He'd passed out and woken up at 1PM, taken a quick shower, eaten, then jumped right back to his desk. His inspiration was fleeting, and he wanted to chase the feeling, to complete the drawing he wasn't even going to post for anyone to see. Because he'd never actually drawn Yeonjun before. Only used his outfits on other characters. But, in it's nearly finished state, this was now absolutely, 100% undeniably Yeonjun. His hentai inspired art style made things stylized, sure, but the fox angled eyes, the nose, the lip shape, the chin, and even the shape of the legs, was absolutely his Yeonjun.
He erased some shading on the toes he was currently coloring, reworking the lighting, and then he pulled back, setting down the tablet pen. His face was flushed and he felt hot all over. As he was drawing he was getting continuously more turned on. It was a fantasy he had for a while now, and drawing it out had been almost therapeutic. Yeonjun was drawn so his body was angled away from the viewer, pointed up at his face that held the slightest smirk. His foot was held up, toes on display as he made to reach out and step on something. Namely, Soobin's cock. He'd made sure to draw the outline of Yeonjun's pretty cock in the cotton thong, just the slightest hint he was hard. The hem of the thigh-high black stockings he wore dug slightly into the fat of his thighs, a small but deliciously important detail. He'd even made sure to put a slight light that hit his perky nipples.
Soobin ran a hand over his face, and it felt warm to the touch. He wanted so badly to reach down and pull his heavy, aching cock out of his sweats. Yeonjun's text glared in his mind, and he loved listening to him, but he just couldn't. He hadn't touched himself all week, he'd been good. Yeonjun shouldn't have texted him like that last night, it wasn't fair. He'd even told him he wasn't able to visit until three days from now, when his last final exam was scheduled. With a pathetic whimper, Soobin shoved his hands under his waistband, slipping his sweatpants past his ass.
His hard cock sprung out, slapping his shirt softly, leaving a wet spot behind. He'd been hard for the last 2 hours, ever since he'd started detailing Yeonjun's lips. How would Yeonjun even know he failed? He wouldn't, he'd just lie and say he'd been a good boy. One failure was still good, right? It's what he told himself when he pressed the palm of his hand into the underside of his cock, imagining it was the ball of Yeonjun's foot. He hissed at the contact, the mental torture he'd put himself through the past few hours making him overly-sensitive.
He wrapped the other hand around his shaft, keeping his palm against the head of his cock, imagining Yeonjun was stepping on him the way he wanted. He could even be doing it as punishment. He pressed hard enough that his cock was trapped between his hand and his stomach. He rolled his hips up into his hand, pushing his hand hard enough to cry out in pain. He imagined Yeonjun calling him names, telling him how pathetic he looked, getting his cock stepped on.
It wasn't long before his balls pulled up and he came into his palm, some spurting out along his abdomen. After so long, his orgasm was almost overwhelming. His cock pulsed in his hand as his pent up come spilled over, coating his palm. He really didn't masturbate much lately, so used to being able to come while buried inside Yeonjun's ass, or his mouth. He had easily obeyed Yeonjun's request to not touch himself, until now. Now that he was coming down, the post-nut clarity hit him hard, realizing he was a horrible liar and he just disobeyed Yeonjun.
He should have just waited, maybe gone to take a cold shower or take a walk. That would have distracted him. His thoughts blaming Yeonjun's texts were just excuses, he'd riled himself up by drawing out his fantasy. He sighed, pulling back up his pants and standing up dejectedly to make his way to the bathroom. He stared dejectedly down at the rushing faucet, lost in thought. He thought about their relationship, and what he wanted out of it. He'd never thought too seriously about it yet, still riding along on the excitement of having sex at all. He realized how dependent he'd grown on Yeonjun's nightly texts after the first three weeks when Yeonjun had given him his phone number, how it calmed him and made him happy to read them before bed and even gain the courage to flirt back at him. And he also thought about their dynamic in bed.
He never really considered that he'd be so submissive. His fantasies from before that day had always been about pleasing Yeonjun, he mused. Ridiculous power fantasies of giving Yeonjun the best sex of his life, making him never wanting to move on to anyone else. Making Yeonjun feel good made him feel powerful, he realized. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
He finally trudged out of the bathroom, stopping to chug a glass of water in the kitchen. He wasn't looking forward to the next three days, especially with this guilt eating away at him. It was just a silly little sex thing, this order Yeonjun gave him, he thought. Why was he taking it so seriously?
He jerked to a stop when he walked through his bedroom's doorway. Yeonjun was sitting on his bed, a cute grey hoodie and blue shorts that rode up his thighs in his cross legged position. Yeonjun bit his tongue with a cute smile when their eyes met.
"Hyung!" Soobin breathed, with a wave of happiness that made him forget all his previous angst.
"Hi Binnie," Yeonjun giggled. "You surprised? Hyung lied. My last exam was yesterday."
Soobin stared blankly in shock for a moment, before gasping and jumping over to his computer, haphazardly grabbing at the mouse. He was confused when he saw it was displaying his desktop wallpaper, and not the drawing program he'd thought he'd left open. Had he minimized it without remembering?
"What's wrong?" Yeonjun asked from behind him.
Soobin spun around, leaning his hands back against the desk.
"Ah, nothing, hyung. I just thought I'd left my game open. I thought my character died, haha, but I remembered now that I quit the game," Soobin lied quickly. He mentally cringed at how rushed and panicked he sounded.
Yeonjun just raised an eyebrow, a deeper pout forming on his face.
"You aren't excited to see me? You aren't gonna say hi?"
Soobin's face fell.
"No, no! I missed you so much, Yeonjunie-hyung!" He sputtered, waving his hands before him. When Yeonjun gave him a little smile, he moved forward slowly. He was still so shy about approaching Yeonjun, but he tried to be better after Yeonjun had asked him to. He grit his teeth in determination and sat down on his bed next to Yeonjun, tentatively wrapping his arms around Yeonjun's waist and pulling him into a hug. Yeonjun breathed a laugh in his ear, and it made his stomach flip.
"I missed you too, cutie," Yeonjun whispered as he nudged Soobin's cheek with his nose. Soobin turned his head to meet him, then Yeonjun leaned forward, pressing their mouths together softly. The chaste kiss quickly became more, Yeonjun bringing his hands up to cup Soobin's cheeks and guide his kiss. Soobin was slowly getting better at kissing, each time less anxious about impressing Yeonjun, instead just feeling and seeking out the ways to make Yeonjun gasp lightly into his mouth.
Yeonjun shifted his chest to push Soobin back onto the bed, crawling over him and controlling the kiss more. He slipped his tongue past Soobin lips, lightly stroking their tongues together, drawing out groans from Soobin with pleasure. Soobin couldn't help but slide his hands down to grip Yeonjun's ass in his hands, and he smiled slightly when it made Yeonjun twitch in his hold.
He played greedily with the soft mounds, gripping them roughly before stroking the abused flesh. Yeonjun let out little whines into his mouth, becoming more demanding, shoving his ass back into Soobin's hands and tangling their tongues together. His hands had now thoroughly messed up Soobin's hair, pulling and tangling in the thick strands as he angled Soobin's head in whichever way he wanted.
Yeonjun hips twitched forward, then he fell into it, rolling his hips down into Soobin's body. Soobin groaned at feeling Yeonjun's hard cock pressing down against him, each roll letting him feel the entire length of it, until Yeonjun stopped moving abruptly.
Soobin grunted in pain when Yeonjun pulled tightly on his hair as he pulled himself up. When he opened his eyes, he found Yeonjun squinting down at him. He frowned up at him in confusion.
Yeonjun frowned back at him, turning his head to the side.
"Why aren't you getting hard, Binnie?" Yeonjun asked, voice low.
Soobin's stomach clenched in shame, the guilt from before resurfacing immediately. His chin trembled as he frowned.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. He couldn't control his face, frowning pathetically in shame.
Yeonjun's eyes widened, expression like he was looking at an injured puppy.
"Hey, no, it's-"
"It's not okay," Soobin interrupted loudly, squeezing his eyes shut. He gulped, knowing he needed to admit to it, for himself.
"I just j-jerked off... Right before you got here," Soobin said, forcing the words out, ignoring the embarrassing stutter. When he opened his eyes, he cringed when he saw Yeonjun's expression change completely, and then he moved to sit back, his full weight heavy on Soobin's hips.
"You what?"
"I... It's my fault, I kept thinking about our texts last night and I got excited and I-"
"What about you being my fuck toy, Soobin?" Yeonjun asked, his voice calmer than the cruel blank expression he regarded Soobin with.
Soobin bit his lip. He'd blurted that one out the third time they fucked, high on the way Yeonjun had looked, ankles pulled up on Soobin's shoulders. Yeonjun had seemed to love it, and while he didn't bring it up during sex, he often referred to Soobin as such when he sent lewd texts.
"Ah... I am," he promised, rubbing his palms over Yeonjun's thighs, already blushing at what he was saying. "I am your fuck toy, I'm sorry, I just- I'm sure I'll get hard soon, hyung."
"No," He bit out. "I've been looking forward to this all week, and we only have an hour. I told Beomgyu I was coming over so we could hang out."
"Can you please not talk about him right now?" Soobin whined, grimacing.
"No, you've been bad, you disobeyed me. You ruined my plans," Yeonjun pouted, his voice turning a touch whiny. "I had this all planned out, I teased you all week so you'd be all needy and pathetic today."
Despite everything, that almost made Soobin laugh, his lips twitching, fighting off the smile.
"I mean, you don't really need to try hard to make that-"
A light slap fell on his cheek, interrupting him. It didn't hurt in the least, but it shocked him into silence, a heat surging through his body as he stared up at Yeonjun.
"Remind me, Binnie," Yeonjun said, frowning. "What was your safe word?"
A shuddering breath left Soobin. They'd only talked about that through text. Yeonjun had said they should set them up, and he'd gone along with it, making sure to memorize Yeonjun's. Paris.
"Ho... hotteok," Soobin breathed out, mind blank in anticipation.
Yeonjun nodded slowly. Then he rolled his eyes, forcing out a fake sigh.
"Since it seems my fuck toy ran out of power, it looks like I'll have to find another way to use it..."
"How?" Soobin whispered.
Yeonjun glared down at him.
"Fuck toys don't speak," he bit out, another soft slap hitting Soobin's cheek.
Soobin knew if he was physically capable of it, he'd be hard now. He obeyed, keeping silent, trying to control his rapidly increasing breaths. He couldn't do anything about the way his blood pumped in his ears.
Yeonjun slowly slid off of him and the bed, then undressed slowly. He was turned away, facing the opposite wall. Soobin thought it looked like he was pretending he was alone, the way he took his clothes off slowly, stretching leisurely, running his hands down his own body like he was teasing himself.
When he turned back to Soobin, still laid out on the bed, he didn't even make eye contact. He just walked up to Soobin's head and crawled over him. He placed his knees gently next to Soobin's shoulders, with Soobin doing his best to shuffle his limbs out of his way.
When he sat backward on Soobin's chest, he sighed again and placed a hand on Soobin's face, squeezing his cheeks.
"I guess I'll have to use it manually," he sighed, finally looking Soobin in the eyes.
Soobin's view was indescribable. Yeonjun's naked body so close to his face, towering above him. But if he looked straight, he got an up close view of Yeonjun's cock, his pretty, completely hard cock. He could even see his tight balls hanging underneath, and he fought the urge to lick his lips.
He'd got his mouth on Yeonjun's cock, once. Yeonjun was usually pretty focused on getting Soobin's cock inside him, but he'd teased Soobin once, letting him suck the head and stroke it for a few moments before pulling off. He wildly hoped that Yeonjun was about to fuck his face.
Yeonjun hummed to himself, shifting slightly. Then he leant forward, one hand bracing himself against the wall in front of him, the other moving off of Soobin's face to grab lightly at his cock. He shifted forward, then slapped his cock down on Soobin's cheek. He repeated it on the other cheek, then started sliding his cock along Soobin's face, letting the head catch on Soobin's mouth. Soobin couldn't help moaning quietly, nearly opening his mouth to let Yeonjun slide in. But he didn't want to make Yeonjun upset, so he stayed still.
Yeonjun shifted forward more then, letting his cock slide up into Soobin's hair with a sigh, then he sat slowly. His tight smooth balls dropped down to squish onto Soobin's nose, and he couldn't resist anymore, opening his mouth and titling his head up to suck one into his mouth desperately. He sucked and licked until he heard Yeonjun moan, low and shaky. The slightly musky scent of his cock resting on his nose drove Soobin wild and he couldn't help lifting his hands to grip on Yeonjun's thighs.
Yeonjun rocked his hips a bit, circling and pressing himself down further onto Soobin's mouth. Soobin ate it up greedily, sucking hard, pulling at the stretchy skin until Yeonjun let out a whiny cry.
Yeonjun lifted himself then, so Soobin had no choice but to let him slip from his mouth. He only got a moment to breathe as Yeonjun shifted forward, then dropped down to rest his smooth hole right on Soobin's mouth. Soobin jerked his hands up to Yeonjun's ass, pulling the soft cheeks out, sliding his tongue out to lick tentatively along the tight hole. He'd imagined doing this, eating ass, but he never thought he'd actually do it. Yeonjun cried out, dropping down hard and rolling his hips so his hole rubbed along Soobin's mouth and tongue. It made his balls squish again onto Soobin's nose, and his leaking cock slid along his forehead.
Soobin greedily sucked the soft skin, stroking his tongue along the wrinkles, pressing the tip in slowly before doing it all over again. Yeonjun's thighs and ass shook in his hands, his hips trembling against his face until Soobin finally shoved his tongue past the tight ring.
Yeonjun moaned loud, gasping and crying out as Soobin fucked his asshole with his tongue. He stroked his tongue in circles on the inside of that soft, velvety skin, making it dripping wet with his saliva. He was just about to slide his fingers down to slip one in alongside his tongue when Yeonjun pulled up abruptly.
He heard Yeonjun gasping, and he took the opportunity to suck in some oxygen as well, reveling in the way Yeonjun's hips twitched involuntarily. He only had a moment though, as Yeonjun shifted back, grabbed his cock, and shoved it at Soobin's mouth.
Soobin opened his mouth wide, letting him slide his pretty cock right into his mouth. Yeonjun wasn't big, but he wasn't tiny, and his cock head slipped past his tongue, pushing insistently at his throat. It made his throat clench up, starting to gag, but Soobin tried to fight it off, breathing slowly through his nose.
"Fuck yeah, Binnie. Fuck," Yeonjun groaned, loud and whiny. He slowly slid his cock back, then steadily pushed forward, and the head slipped all the way in, past his throat. Soobin's nose was now smashed against Yeonjun's waxed groin, and he felt high and fuzzy. His head pulsed from a lack of air and his heart pounded. He was so far gone, so absorbed in how hot Yeonjun was while he fucked his face he could barely care about his own needs to survive. If he was hard, he knew he would come right now, just spill all over himself.
Yeonjun thrust his hips slowly, and Soobin hollowed his cheeks, using his tongue clumsily on the underside as Yeonjun slowly picked up the speed of his thrusts. He slid one hand between Yeonjun's cheeks, sliding one finger into his still sopping hole, letting Yeonjun's thrusts fuck it in and out. Yeonjun's thighs shook against Soobin's cheeks as he started to cry out desperately.
"Mine, mine, mine," he started to whine with his thrusts, growing uneven and twitching when he pushed himself all the way in to Soobin's throat.
Soobin slid in a second finger, but before he could fuck them in, Yeonjun roughly pulled his cock out of his mouth.
He gripped his wet cock in shaking fingers and came all over Soobin's face, streaks of come hitting his lips, his cheeks, his eyebrows, landing in his bangs and dripping down to his ears.
Soobin gasped roughly, drips of come sliding past his lips into his mouth. The bitter taste filled his mouth, and he rolled it around his tongue, happily tasting Yeonjun's come. He coughed gently, his throat beginning to ache now that his adrenaline was subsiding.
Yeonjun shakily pulled back, dropping off the bed to kneel next to it, stroking shaking fingers into the hair at the back of Soobin's head.
"Baby," he whispered, sounding awestruck. Soobin blinked at him slowly, not sure if come would drip into his eyes.
"...Jun," he croaked, moving to stroke his thumb along Yeonjun's cheek.
"You did so good, baby," Yeonjun gushed, bending forward to kiss his neck, grabbing Soobin's hand and kissing his palm.
"Dirty," Soobin grumbled shakily, voice starting to give.
Yeonjun giggled, hands coming up to cover his face. He sat there for a moment, giggling to himself, then took a deep breath. He dropped his hands, then stood up, grabbing his clothes up and balling them up under his arm. Then he bent down next to the bed, wrapping his arm under Soobin's shoulders. He pulled at him, and luckily Soobin didn't feel any weakness, shifting himself up to stand off the bed. He clenched his eyes shut, not wanting come to drip into his eyes.
Yeonjun wrapped an arm around his waist, leading him towards the door. He heard Yeonjun slowly creak it open, and he assumed he was looking to see if the coast was clear, as he returned to his side quickly, leading him in the direction Soobin knew was their bathroom.
He heard the light flick on, then the door locked, and Yeonjun seemed to grab a towel from the rack. Then he heard the water from the sink turn on. After a moment, he felt Yeonjun return to his side, and he felt a warm wet towel brush against his mouth, slowly moving around his face.
"Sorry I came all over you," Yeonjun giggled. He leaned in, kissing Soobin on the lips quickly before pulling back again and resuming his wiping.
"Like it," Soobin grunted.
Yeonjun giggled again.
After a bit more wiping, Yeonjun re-wetting the towel once, Yeonjun pulled back.
"Okay, I got it all."
Soobin opened his eyes, blinking at the bright bathroom light. Then he giggled to himself.
"I guess I could have just washed my face," he whispered, voice raspy.
Yeonjun smiled gently, then moved forward and wrapped and arm around his waist, his naked body pressing warmly all up against Soobin.
"I wanted to take care of you," he whispered, kissing Soobin on the cheek.
Soobin blushed, bonking his head against Yeonjun's.
"Are you gonna... Clean your...?"
It was Yeonjun's turn to blush, now.
"Oh, yeah," Yeonjun mumbled, then grabbed another towel and got it wet.
He wiped at his soft dick, and then wiped his ass and balls.
He looked up and opened his mouth to say something when there was a sudden loud knock on the door, making them both jump out of their skin.
"Yeonjun! Are you in there?! I saw your shoes!" Beomgyu shouted through the door.
"Oh-oh, yeah! Sorry, I wanted to wash my face, you know. Dirty city air," Yeonjun responded, stumbling over his words.
"Okay! I got pizza!" Beomgyu shouted again, then they heard his feet creak on the floor as he walked away.
They both released a sigh.
"Are you gonna join us?" Yeonjun asked, after he was fully cleaned up and dressed.
Soobin blushed deeply.
"Uh, no... I don't think I could face him right now," he mumbled. Yeonjun giggled at him, squeezing his eyes shut cutely.
"Alright, I'll come say bye before I go home," he said, sliding his hands around Soobin's waist in a hug, leaning up to give Soobin a lingering kiss.
Once he was gone, Soobin looked himself in the mirror. He was a total mess, his hair was everywhere, and there was cum dried in it. His mouth was red and his lips hurt from being stretched around Yeonjun's cock, and his eyes looked red. He doesn't remember crying, but maybe he did.
He decides to wait a bit, to ease any suspicion that they were in here together, and then he takes a shower.
A long one.
When he gets back to his room, he can't help but note that the clothes that were on the floor have been cleaned up.
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True to his word, there's a knock on his door around 10pm, and then Yeonjun sticks his head in. Soobin looks up from his computer, casually clicking off his Twitter feed. His drawing program had been minimized, he'd found out. He had a moment of panic when he'd got back to his room and sat at his desk, wondering if the program had crashed without him saving. But it was all fine, and he'd saved it safely, after adding a little heart shaped background.
Soobin directs his attention at Yeonjun, smiling softly. He already feels better, though he's sure his voice will still be raspy when he tried to speak.
"Hey," Yeonjun whispered, tiptoeing in and shutting the door behind him. He has his bag already with him.
"Hey, hyung," Soobin greeted, holding his arms out to let Yeonjun hug him. When Yeonjun pulled back, he looked down at him with a shy smile, then pulled away.
Yeonjun fumbled with his bag for a moment, then pulled out a piece of clothing. He looked back up at Soobin, chewing on his bottom lip.
"So, uh," Yeonjun started, twisting his hands in the soft fabric. "I um. I got you this. To celebrate you finishing your exams."
Yeonjun held the soft fabric out in front of him, looking down at it. Soobin blushed, his breathing halting as he watched Yeonjun's display of shyness. He reached out and took the item in his hands, unfurling it to discover a soft dark green cardigan.
Yeonjun was giving him gifts? Maybe Soobin wasn't getting ahead of himself, then, wanting a relationship. He smiled happily up at Yeonjun, who was watching his face intently.
"Thank you, Yeonjunie-hyung," he said, smiling softly at him. He held the cloth up to his face and rubbed his cheek against it. "I love it. It's so soft."
Yeonjun giggled, hands pulling at the strap of his bag. "Just like you," he replied, baby talk coloring his voice.
Soobin chuckled, hiding his face in the soft fabric. It still made him feel so shy when Yeonjun complimented him.
"Um, also," Yeonjun spoke up, hands now wringing at the strap of his bag.
"Hm?"
"I uh... I was wondering if you wanna go anywhere tomorrow? Like... Eat dinner or watch a movie or we could go paint some pottery or something," he rambled, so fast Soobin had to strain to catch it all. When it clicked that he was being asked on a date, he felt his entire body heat up in excitement.
"Yeah!" He burst out, too loud.
"Um, yes. I'd like that," he corrected, volume more on a normal level.
"Okay! Let's do all three!" Yeonjun exclaimed, pulling tightly on his bag's strap. Soobin was a little worried he'd tear it at this point.
"That sounds fun," Soobin nodded, eyes shifting over Yeonjun's face, taking in his bubbly excitement. Now that he interacted with Yeonjun for real, it was so easy to see his cute side, and not just his flirty side. "I'll see you tomorrow, then."
Yeonjun blinked at him a few times, then moved forward. He leaned down over Soobin's body, making Soobin fall back into his chair.
"See you tomorrow," Yeonjun said quietly, a soft smirk lifting his lips. He leaned even more toward Soobin, hand reaching forward to grip Soobin's jaw.
Soobin blushed, despite everything they'd done earlier in the night. When Yeonjun leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his mouth, he felt brave enough to cup Yeonjun's face with his own hands, savoring the kiss and holding him there longer than necessary.
Yeonjun pulled back slowly, sliding his hand to rest on Soobin's shoulder.
"Night, cutie," he said, then laughed softly.
"Goodnight, hyung," Soobin answered with a wave as Yeonjun made his way to the door.
"I'll text you!" Yeonjun whispered as he closed the door on his face. Soobin sat for a moment, then buried his face in the cardigan, finally letting out the anxious laugh that had been building up. How did he find himself in this situation?
Him, dating?!