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Taekwoon let out a content sigh as he saw off the last fans and headed back into the dressing room. As much as it felt regretful to finish any concert or fanmeet, he was tired—and the fans who'd pledged to grow old with him (and who'd spent the past ten years growing old with him) seemed ready to go home and sleep as much as he did. Some of the staff seemed more energised than the fans did, and Taekwoon briefly envied their youth as he thanked them gratefully for all their hard work.
"Your carriage awaits, m'lord," Minseok greeted him cheekily as Taekwoon returned.
"You came!" Taekwoon hugged his friend, almost draping himself over Minseok's sturdy shoulders.
"Told you I would," Minseok said, patting Taekwoon on the back. "Sorry I couldn't say hi earlier."
"I'm just glad to see you," Taekwoon said earnestly. "I've been so busy."
"Have you thought about working less?" Minseok teased. "Grab your things and we can head out, I think the staff want to close up here and go home too."
Taekwoon nodded and said his round of goodbyes and thank yous, and in no time at all they were in Minseok's rental car and on the way back to the hotel. It was a short drive, and Taekwoon, now fully relaxed, let the words flow out of him (in Korean) faster than his thoughts could keep up as Minseok nodded along.
"Meditate, can you believe what the staff put for the yes-no game?" Taekwoon said indignantly.
"Maybe you could give it a try," Minseok suggested as he pulled into the parking structure. "Make it your new year resolution."
"Every time I try I fall asleep," Taekwoon said sulkily. "Even if it's not at bedtime."
"Ah, well, it's the thought that counts," Minseok said.
They kept their hands to themselves up the elevator and down the hall and into the room but that was as far as they got before Taekwoon bent down to nuzzle against Minseok's neck.
"I'm tired," he whined.
Minseok pat Taekwoon comfortingly on the back. "Too tired for some wine?" he asked, as he pushed him slightly off so he could get his coat off.
Taekwoon pursed his lips as he considered this, shedding his own coat. "Maybe," he decided. "Depends on the wine."
"Have I ever brought anything you don't like?" Minseok prodded Taekwoon out of the entryway and Taekwoon reluctantly went, without flopping all over Minseok because the hotel's couch wasn't too bad and he wanted to flop on that instead.
Truthfully, Taekwoon was less interested in the wine and more interested in pulling Minseok down onto the couch with him. Minseok tumbled easily into Taekwoon's lap, eyes twinkling as he let his bag fall onto the floor.
They were both naturally touchy people, although Taekwoon reserved his true clinging to a select few. The problem with being so busy, and with all those select few being so busy, he'd been sorely deprived of his needed cuddle time.
"No wine then?" Minseok teased, but he leaned his forehead against Taekwoon's, grinning.
"Maybe later," Taekwoon said, hands sliding up Minseok's back. He made a face and glowered as they came to rest on the sturdy muscles of his shoulders.
"Stop going to the gym so much," he complained to Minseok's laughter. "You're worse than Jaehwan!"
"I do it just to make you mad," Minseok said solemnly, lips still twitching in amusement.
"I'm not mad," Taekwoon said, pouting. "I just don't understand how you do that."
"By not being a giant," Minseok said, placing a mollifying kiss against Taekwoon's lips. Taekwoon sighed into the kiss, his hands coming to rest against Minseok's waist.
"You're not so bad yourself," Minseok said, pushing Taekwoon's shirt up, hands roaming across Taekwoon's chest. "I don't mind noodles."
Taekwoon huffed, pulling his hands back to cross his arms. "Stop making fun of me," he whined. After a moment of consideration, he quickly tugged off Minseok's shirt and then his own in succession, tossing it carelessly beside him while staring straight into Minseok's eyes like a cat pushing a vase off a drawer while making sure the human knew exactly what he was doing.
Minseok quirked his eyebrows but didn't comment. But he did flex his muscles, watching like a cat that'd got into the cream when Taekwoon swallowed, eyes unable to look away from Minseok's chest.
"Unfair," he muttered, but didn't complain when Minseok pushed him down flat onto his back, or when Minseok straddled his waist, lips curling. Taekwoon reached up, feeling Minseok's muscles shift under his palm. He sighed happily, finally giving in to the smile that'd been threatening to bloom the entire time.
Minseok was very pleasant to look at.
"Done ogling?" Minseok asked, tweaking Taekwoon's nipple and making him yelp.
"That hurt," he whined, but he pulled Minseok down into a hungry kiss, tangling his fingers in Minseok's hair.
Minseok hummed, moulding his body against Taekwoon's as he kissed into Taekwoon's mouth, tasting him thoroughly. He gasped when Taekwoon pushed his thigh against Minseok's crotch, heat immediately winding in his gut.
"Brat," Minseok muttered, pulling back just far enough to meet Taekwoon's pleased gaze without going cross-eyed. He pressed a fond hand against Taekwoon's face, running a thumb against his cheekbones. Taekwoon reciprocated, his fingers pressing gently down on Minseok's neck to guide him down. Minseok kissed Taekwoon's forehead, and then the tip of his nose, and then nipped Taekwoon's lip. Hard.
Taekwoon whimpered, but that was all he had breath for before Minseok kissed him, intense and messy. He squirmed underneath Minseok's solid weight, held in place between Minseok's fingers tangled in his hair, and a hand on his waist. He gasped for breath and Minseok took brief mercy on him.
"Minseo– ah!"
Minseok palmed Taekwoon's cock through his jeans, Taekwoon arching up at the touch with a sharp gasp.
Taekwoon whimpered as Minseok mouthed down the line of Taekwoon's jaw, leaving soft and gentle kisses against the side of his neck, ones that wouldn't mark. Taekwoon bared his neck, whining Minseok's name. Minseok rewarded him with a light scrape of teeth—but nothing more.
"You're on stage in a week," Minseok reminded him, the words brushing against his collar bone.
"I'm… I'm wearing… a shirt," Taekwoon managed between sharp breaths.
Minseok laughed at this, but to Taekwoon's disappointment, didn't give in. He trailed his kisses lower, over his sternum, down the center line of his (noodle) body, palming Taekwoon through his jeans all the while.
Taekwoon reached down but Minseok slapped his hands away.
"Take them off," Taekwoon whined, scrunching up his face. "Too tight."
"Your thighs make up for your ass," Minseok commented as he obliged, Taekwoon lifting his hips to let him pull his jeans off all the way. He sat up, leaving Taekwoon feeling very bereft of warmth as he neatly folded Taekwoon's pants and set them aside.
It was very unfair. Especially after: "why does everyone make fun of my ass 😢“
”I'm not making fun of it, it's just a fact," Minseok said, very seriously. "Besides–"
Minseok finished that sentence not with words, but by biting lightly down on the sensitive inside of Taekwoon's thigh.
Taekwoon groaned, legs falling open as Minseok worried at the same spot, his lips leaving what was sure to be a vivid bruise. Taekwoon squirmed in place, words choked out by gasps of pleasure. He dug his fingers into the couch but there wasn't much give.
"Please please please," Taekwoon begged, sparks firing across his skin and down to the tip of his toes, as the wet heat of Minseok's mouth moved closer but not close enough. Minseok had the gall to chuckle, his breath playing warm against Taekwoon's cock.
"Please," Taekwoon whined.
Minseok smacked Taekwoon's leg, when he tried to hook it around Minseok's waist and drag him closer.
"Don't do that," he scolded.
"But–"
"Don't."
Taekwoon subsided with a whimper and a piteous look. His cheeks were flushed bright red and there was a hint of sweat at his temples, his lips wet with spit. Minseok stretched up for a quick kiss against those sweet, pink lips and Taekwoon's heart swooned in fondness.
A fondness that was immediately overwhelmed by need when Minseok dipped down, this time to suck a bruise against the sharp line of Taekwoon's hip bone.
"Ah–!" Taekwoon cried out and then clamped a hand over his own mouth. He couldn't remember how sound proof this room was. It was a pretty fancy hotel so the walls should be–he bit down on his fist to be safe.
He swallowed as Minseok did the same on the other side, leaving Taekwoon's skin tingling with the pleasant bite of heat and gentle pain. He was making sounds, he knew he was, pathetic whines that rumbled in his throat instead.
"Minseok, please," Taekwoon gasped, moving his fist for a moment, before immediately clamping down on his own hand when Minseok fucking finally took Taekwoon's aching cock in his mouth.
A brief moment of hilarity as he considered what'd happen if he showed up backstage with puncture marks and a bleeding hand, but that was quickly absorbed by the heat of Minseok's mouth around his cock.
Taekwoon squeezed his eyes shut and desperately held on.
He was going to last five seconds like this. It was like he didn't have a body anymore, he just had Minseok's mouth on his cock and it was every sensation all at once, his entire body coiled up in anticipation. He reached blindly for Minseok's shoulder, gripping as tight as he could.
He hoped it'd been at least five seconds.
Taekwoon shuddered as he came into Minseok's mouth, his hand falling limp and forgotten as he cried out in little, throaty sounds. The tingling spread from his cock to his whole body, like warm, molten gold spilling through his veins. Minseok didn't work him into overstimulation (like some people would, whether or not Taekwoon was really in the mood for it or was perfectly fine leaving it there), and was suddenly kissing him again, the taste of Taekwoon's cum still in his mouth. Taekwoon's entire body was jelly, and he tipped his head back to kiss into Minseok's mouth.
"You taste good, hm?" Minseok asked, as he kissed him insistently.
"Mmhmm," Taekwoon agreed, swiping his tongue against Minseok's lips. "Good."
Minseok laughed, letting his weight fall against Taekwoon's chest, as Taekwoon's arms came up to hold him and Minseok snuggled into them like the space was for him, specifically.
In this moment, it was.
"Love you," Taekwoon murmured sleepily, turning to press a soft kiss against Minseok's forehead.
"Love you too, you big sap," Minseok replied. He stroked fingers through Taekwoon's hair, thinking about moving them both to the bed.
Well, maybe a short cat-nap first wouldn't hurt. Minseok licked his lips, rather pleased with how the past few hours had gone, and let his eyes fall shut as well.
If they didn't wake up until morning, complaining about sore backs and aching bones… well, that was a problem for tomorrow morning.