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When the stylist showed Taesan he’d be wearing a skirt over a pair of shorts, he thought nothing of it. He was an idol, idols wore all sorts of clothing items– the concept of gender-specific clothing only played more as a suggestion, rather than a rule.
He wasn’t embarrassed by it, not really. Woonhak found it a bit funny, but the kid found Riwoo’s crappy dad-jokes funny so it wasn’t really an insult.
In fact, Taesan was almost too chill about it. He actually liked the way the fabric squeezed against his hips, a bit tight yet falling looser the lower they went down, which wasn’t far. He was showing more leg than he was used to, his upper thighs flashing the camera occasionally.
It occurred to him somewhere between the three-hour mark that he liked the skirt, a lot actually. So much that when he had to take it off and change back into his loungewear, he arrived at the set in, he felt himself biting his tongue to prevent himself from asking the stylist if he could keep it.
So, when the concept photoshoot was over and everyone piled into the car, Taesan ordered himself a simple black pleated skirt– just for him.
Just an article of clothing he could put on whenever they had an off day and he wanted to feel stylish while crafting.
He put it as soon as all the others left the dorms, denying Leehan’s tenth request to join him at the fish store. “I just want to paint.” He explained, lying on his stomach as he lightly traced a pencil along the canvas.
It was nice, being in the dorms by himself. He decided it was even nicer to wear his skirt. It’s not like the guys would’ve made fun of him, but it definitely would’ve been an interesting conversation to have– with Sungho asking way too many questions and Woonhak teasing him lovingly.
So it was just easier to avoid it. To just wear the black pleated skirt in private, legs kicking the air as he littered the canvas with paintbrush strokes. What was supposed to be a beautiful scenic landscape was coming out as more of an abstract dog, but Taesan didn’t really mind– he just liked the creative freedom.
The strawberry-brown haired man hummed along to his vinyl, some obscure indie rock band’s music filling his room and drowning out the sounds of Seoul outside. It was nice.
Until the front door opened, and Taesan didn’t hear– because of his stupid indie rock band.
Riwoo wasn’t the kind of guy who got frustrated easily. In fact, he was actually pretty patient. He explained every step of choreography as many times as his group needed him to, until they finally got it down in sync.
But that was with his group. For his group.
He wasn’t as patient with himself. It was an unhealthy trait to have, one he picked up in the dance academy almost as soon as he applied. Riwoo didn’t expect his group to be perfect, because they didn’t all hold a dancer role in the group. Riwoo, however, expected himself to be perfect, because he was his group’s dancer.
So, when the silver-haired man decided to run through some choreography on the group’s day off and felt every move he made was sloppy and off-beat, yeah, he was frustrated.
“Taesan,” Riwoo said as he swung the producer’s door open, “I’m home-” Air caught in the dancer’s throat as he saw the sight in front of him. Taesan, lying on his stomach with his legs kicking the air as he painted…in a skirt. The back of Taesan’s thighs showed, and looked so soft that Riwoo had to grip the door’s handle to stop himself from fainting.
Taesan looked up in horror, shock evident in his eyes as he sat up and quickly attempted hiding his exposed legs with the oversized fabric of his hoodie, it wasn’t working but god was it cute.
“Knock first!” Taesan scolded, an embarrassed flush meeting his cheeks. Riwoo’s words found him again, “Sorry, I just- I-“
He took a deep breath. “What are you wearing?”
Taesan’s peach-toned cheeks turned crimson red, “A skirt.”
“No- I- I know that, Taesan-ah.” Riwoo sighed, grip on the doorknob tightening. “ Why?” His words came out too harsh, “I don’t…care, I just— Why?” He clarified.
The strawberry brunette shrugged, looking everywhere but his hyung’s eyes. “I liked wearing one at the shoot, they’re nice.” He murmured, fiddling with the paintbrush in his hand. Riwoo nodded, still unable to take his eyes off of just how smooth the younger’s legs looked. “Good for you,” Riwoo’s words were genuine, “You didn’t have to hide it, though. Nobody’s gonna judge you.”
Taesan nodded, “I know, I just–” He waited for the right words to appear in his mind. “I just wanted to enjoy it in my own time, y’know?” He finally glanced up at the silver-haired man. Riwoo nodded, “I get that.”
“Well, uh– I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Riwoo turned around, finally unwrapping his hand from the doorknob. “Wait,” Taesan called out, standing up on half-asleep legs and grabbing the door before the older could close it. Riwoo turned around, brows knit together with confusion.
“Do you,” Taesan furrowed his brows as well, the question he wanted to ask feeling thick on his tongue. “Do you think it looks…nice?” He asked, tone almost pathetically adorable. Riwoo’s fang bit down into his lip as a smirk painted across his face.
“You’re asking me for fashion advice?” He inquired, an eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms over his chest. The ace and the dancer had completely different styles, Riwoo jumping towards colors and Taesan leaping away.
Taesan shrugged, “I just wanted a second opinion…”
Riwoo stepped towards the younger, hands finding the ace’s hoodie fabric, daringly squeezing Taesan’s waist and letting out an impressed hum. He circled the younger like a predator does its prey, stopping and staring for just a second too long at the back of the thighs.
“Hyung,” The strawberry-brunette’s heart punched at his ribcage, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed. “Hm?” Riwoo asked, taking an experimental hand towards the skirt. The fabric was nice, stiff but still flowy. The pleats were sewn in, maybe about five inches apart. It was nice, a sweet touch to Taesan’s typical wardrobe.
“Hyung, you’re…” A whine caught in Taesan’s throat as Riwoo slid a curious hand down the curve of his hip, “You’re teasing .” His tone was breathy, full of want– need .
“Am I?” Riwoo asked, dipping his voice into dangerous waters. “Or are you just desperate?”
Taesan released a shaky breath at that, turning on his heels and instantly reaching for the silver-haired man. Riwoo stood on his tippy-toes, closing the gap between them. The two tripping over themselves as they reentered the ace’s room, a small crack causing them to break apart just for a moment.
“What was that?” Taesan asked, looking around the floor. His lips forming a pout as he saw he’d broken the canvas he was painting on, “My canvas…”
Riwoo squeezed the ace’s waist, gaining his attention back. His sharp eyes instantly reminding Taesan as to what was about to happen.
The two ended up on Taesan’s bed in no time, with Riwoo on top of the younger as their tongues danced around each other’s mouths. “Hyung,” Taesan broke away, breathing heavily to attempt catching his breath. “Hm?” Riwoo asked, moving his mouth towards Taesan’s neck– hickies were out of the question due to idol life, but that didn’t mean neck kisses were.
“I don’t-” Taesan let his eyes flutter close for a split second, soaking into the mattress as pleasure invaded his senses. “I don’t have any condoms.” He admitted, frowning, when Riwoo pulled away. “Shit, I don’t have any either.” The older sighed, running a hand through his already messed up hair.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, the option of rummaging through any of the other’s nightstands running through Riwoo’s reckless mind. Finally, Taesan spoke up– a sharp whine catching the silver-haired man’s attention as he tugged at his shirt, “Hyung…”
Riwoo cooed, shushing the younger. “So needy.” He teased, moving off Taesan and flipping up his skirt. Taesan whined as the cool air of his upper thighs– an embarrassed flush coating his face, as Riwoo raised an eyebrow at his pre-cum soaked boxers.
“Spilling all over yourself, already?” He teased, fangs appearing as he smiled at the younger. Taesan threw his arm over his eyes, putting his embarrassment aside as he bucked his hips up towards the air.
“So soft…” Riwoo admired as he slowly pulled down Taesan’s boxers, throwing them to the floor before pulling the ace’s legs together and pushing them upwards. Taesan gasped as the way his hyung’s fingers trailed up and down the sides of his thighs as he unbuckled his own pants and pulled out his cock.
Taesan let out a breathy gasp as he felt Riwoo slip himself through the tight crook of his thighs, eyes instantly fluttering closed as he realized what was happening. Riwoo was fucking his thighs, Taesan’s thighs.
“Riwoo-hyung.” Taesan breathed as he felt Riwoo slip in and out, his own precum making do as lube. “Say it,” Riwoo commanded, holding Taesan’s legs up and over his shoulders, and he pushed in and out. “Tell hyung what you want.”
Taesan whined, rutting into the air once more, his cock achingly hard. “Bein’ unfair.” He pouted, moving his hands away from his face and trailing them towards his own member.
Riwoo pushed his hand away, making the strawberry brunette whine. “Ask permission, Taesan-ah.”
The ace’s blush grew deeper, his head spinning as the need for pleasure clouded over his embarrassment. “Please, please hyung. I’ll-” Taesan let out a gasp as Riwoo kissed his legs teasingly. “I’ll be good, I’ll-” The ace arched his back off of the mattress, “I’ll wear skirts everyday-”
Riwoo laughed at that, “Okay, okay.” He smiled, wrapping his hand carefully around Taesan’s aching cock and moving his hand up and down. His eyes glimmering with excitement as Taesan let out an unrestrained moan, “Such a slut, Taesan.” Riwoo let out a pleasure-fueled noise of his own, “You fall apart so easily.”
Taesan moaned at the degradation, biting at his bottom lip.
Riwoo slapped the side of Taesan’s thigh gently, just enough to make his eyes focus onto him. “Don’t hold back, be loud for me.” He ordered, Taesan nodded quickly– desperate to make his hyung feel good.
He let go of his bottom lip, fingers clinging to his bedding as he arched into Riwoo’s palm– soft moans spilling from his drool-coated mouth.
“Fuck-” Riwoo breathed, “You’re so pretty like this, all fucked out.” He laughed to himself softly, “Just from having your thighs fucked.”
Taesan whimpered, “Feels-” A soft gasp fell from his lips as Riwoo teased his tip. “Feels good.”
The two stayed in that motion for a while, Riwoo chasing his own pleasure as he fueled Taesan’s. “Hyung,” Taesan gasped as he felt the knot in his stomach beginning to tighten, “Close- close, close close- Can-” Taesan let out a loud whine as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Can I cum, please?” Taesan asked, eyes fluttering open and immediately making contact with Riwoo’s. The dancer thought for a moment before nodding, “Go ahead, cum for hyung.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. Within seconds, Taesan’s pleasure was spilling out onto his hand. It didn’t take long for Riwoo to cum either, making sure he landed the milky liquid directly onto Taesan’s stomach– coating it in his pleasure.
Taesan fucking loved it.
Riwoo let the ace’s legs fall back down, falling next to him in bed and letting the producer curl into his side.