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Hanbin hates it when he leaves.
In the beginning, Hanbin would pretend not to care as much. Distracting himself by asking Hao what he’d do while he’s away and cuddling him extra close the night before. Eventually, that stopped being enough. Like an animal trying its best to adapt to a new environment, Hanbin began looking for ways to cope with them being apart for longer than forty eight hours.
He tried calling Hao every night when he went for an overseas schedule once. He tried leaving Hao cute little love letters in his suitcase. He even tries spraying his room with Hao’s favorite perfume to feel closer to him somehow. Somehow none of the things Hanbin tried seemed to work. Hao found it only made Hanbin ten times more clingier when he returned. Sticking to his side like glue.
“It has to be some sort of separation anxiety,” Taerae says one random day in the practice room. Hao had stepped out to go to the bathroom. He had only been back for a couple of hours since his last trip and Hanbin turned around to find Hao gone again. According to their members, in the five minutes he was gone, Hanbin had asked for him almost four times. “There’s no other explanation. It has to be that.”
There had to be some solution to this. So Hao went digging for a cure to Hanbin’s apparent problem. He came up blank. As expected. All of the cures that people were listing were all things that they had tried out already. According to his search, Hanbin needed a more homemade remedy.
Hao stumbled across the answer completely accidentally.
The night before one of his schedules they gave the cuddling thing another try. Wrapped in each other's arms and going over the details of Hao’s trip. They hadn’t meant to escalate things. Their first kiss had been completely innocent. No indication that either of them wanted to take things further. Somehow they did, and Hao found himself trapped between the soft mattress and Hanbin’s body, trying his best to commit every feeling of Hanbin rubbing inside of him to memory.
The next morning, Hao pressed a kiss to Hanbin’s lips and slipped out the door. Their manager had been waiting for him patiently. Thankfully the car was already warmed and the location of the airport plugged into the gps. The weather was horrible. Heavy rain pelted down against the roof of the black car.
“What’s different?” The manager asked, giving him a once over. “You’re usually not this…calm, when you travel. Especially when the weather is this bad.”
Hao shrugged off his questioning. He didn’t need the manager knowing Hanbin was the cause of his relaxed behavior. It was suspicious enough that the rain wasn’t bothering him like it usually did.
They make it halfway to the airport when Hao gets a plus chat notification. Hanbin must have woken up recently and immediately went to talk to the fans like usual. Except instead of his usual recap of his morning, comment of the day, or a simple good morning, what he says is far more confusing.
Glancing outside Hao’s confusion doubles. According to Hanbin’s update, the weather is amazing this morning. Looking out at the dark rain clouds and remembering the cold rain that is still seeping its way through his clothes, Hao isn’t too sure Hanbin’s seen outside just yet.
Switching to the phone app, Hao decides a quick call would answer all his questions. They were approaching the airport and he didn’t have much time. The phone rings and Hanbin picks up on the third one.
“Good morning,” Hanbin chirps happily. He doesn’t sound at all like the mopping Hanbin that Hao usually catches a glimpse of before he heads off on a side quest.
“Good morning,” Hao responds, heavily suspicious. “Have you seen the weather at all today?”
Hanbin hums, shuffling off the bed. The sound of his feet padding towards somewhere, probably the window, hits Hao’s ears. Hanbin lets out a small laugh of disbelief.
“It’s raining,” he says with some clarity.
“It’s pouring,” Hao corrects. “Did you not know what the weather was before you posted?” Hao asks. The whole situation is a little bit funny. Hanbin has no clue what’s going on. He must have posted that when he was still half asleep. A lightbulb flickers in Hao’s head.
Hao waits until the manager gets out of the car to take his wild guess. “Still thinking about last night, aren’t you?”
“More like still feeling the effects and enjoying this wonderful morning,” Hanbin says with far too much joy for Hao’s liking. The weather really is terrible. For Hanbin to be so happy about it they must have done something different last night. Whatever it is, it's the answer they’ve been looking for.
They don’t talk for long. With the all clear, Hao’s manager cuts their conversation short and escorts him through the airport and he is off to his schedule.
The thing about finding something that works is remembering what it was. Then next time Hao has a schedule, he completely forgot what they did the first time they tried and went with what they normally do. It got the same result. Hanbin woke up in the brightest mood he could possibly be in.
Nature was still against him. Thundering, the temperature dropping to freezing weather, wind blowing leaves off trees. You name it. The moment Hanbin deemed the weather to be at its best nature had an immediate clap back.
It was beginning to become a little too obvious and it no longer correlated to when Hao would go on a trip. If they had mind blowing sex, Hanbin would post the next morning, and the world would still, just for a few hours.
Their members of course caught on to Hanbin’s odd weather updates. On the days he claimed the weather was perfect, no matter what it looked like outside he was a ray of sunshine inside. It was too suspicious.
“Why broadcast it?” Jiwoong asks one practice. They’re taking a few minutes to catch their breath. Hanbin of course doesn’t look as worn down as the rest of them. Hao isn’t sure how that’s possible. Hanbin should be on his knees after all the energy he spent last night. It’s a reasonable question. Hao thought to ask but never saw the point. They all have their things. Hanbin likes to tease their members and their fans.
“I just like sharing my thoughts with the fans.”
“None of those thoughts are pure,” Gunwook points out. “You only turn into the weather man when Hao hyung ruffles your feathers.”
Hanbin smiles. “Ruffles my feathers?”
“Yeah when he holds your attention for a long time,” Gyuvin adds in, glancing at Gunwook to silently agree.
“What does that even mean?” Hanbin laughs. He’s far too giggly for a man who just went through three hours of practice. Even Hao’s legs feel like they’re about to fall off.
Hao lets out an exhausted sigh, forcing himself to stand as he watches their choreographer wrap up his conversation. No doubt on their way to start the last half of practice.
“It means your horrible weather predictions only ever take place when we mess around. We know you like to share but you only ever talk about the weather the night after we do stuff.”
Hanbin’s mouth opens, then it closes. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he takes in everyone’s words.
“Are you sure?”
“You didn’t know?” Hao splitters in disbelief. “Why do you think…do you just not think about it when you post?”
Hanbin suddenly looks a little more panicked. “I mean I did know. I just didn’t know it was every time.”
Hao would love to pat himself on the back. Fucking with Hanbin so well he doesn’t even realize he’s been bragging to their fans is a pretty impressive achievement. At the same time he really wonders if Hanbin didn’t know or if this is just a front to save face for oversharing.
It didn’t matter.
Hao has a trip coming up and if he wants to avoid a sulky Hanbin he knows what he has to do.
No one said he couldn’t have a little bit of fun with it.
*~*~*
Hao loves Hanbin’s comforter set.
It’s red and black and made out of the softest material Hao has ever laid down on. The top blanket is thick and fluffy, keeping him warm all night even though Hanbin kicks half of it off, practically drenched in sweat in the morning.
Hao is willing to sacrifice his once a week wash to every other day for the sake of being able to lay in Hanbin’s arms, comfy and warm.
Tonight, Hao has another schedule. Hanbin hasn’t strayed far from him tonight, insisting they shower together and sleep in the same bed just so that he can fill his Hao meter before Hao leaves the next morning.
“It’s hot,” Hanbin complains in a playfully whiny tone. His lips slide over Hao’s easily, slipping along the smooth gloss of his flavored lip balm.
Hao isn’t sure why Hanbin is complaining. He loves the temperature right now. With Hanbin settled above him, hips slotted between his thighs giving them the perfect position to grind leisurely against each other, Hao is in heaven.
“It’s not that hot,” Hao answers. He cups Hanbin’s cheeks in his hands, tilting his head a little to deepen their kiss, savoring every touch of their lips.
He won’t be gone long. Just long enough for him to almost forget what Hanbin’s lips will feel like on his. They’ve kissed thousands of times and yet Hao still prefers the refresher to the memory. Tongues slide against one another. There’s no need for exploring when they’ve been everywhere and know just where to go. Hao’s hand slithers underneath the thick, red blanket, pulling Hanbin’s hips down and letting out a needy whine when their stiff cocks brush together slightly.
“I’m serious. I’m dying,” Hanbin continues. “It’s like one hundred degrees under here. How are you not hot?”
Hao isn’t sure. The blankets are slightly warmer than normal but it’s hard to think with Hanbin where he is. They don’t have much time to work with. Hao still needs to sleep before his flight and it’s already late.
“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Hao says. Then he thinks about it. “It would be even better if we just continued under here.”
“Under where?” Hanbin says. He isn’t lying. His face is slightly flushed red from his increased body temperature, Hao can already see beads of sweat gathering along Hanbin’s hairline, rendering him miserable. Heat to Hanbin is like cold is to Hao.
“Under the toasty blanket,” Hao says, tugging the blanket around them even more. “Wouldn’t it be fun?”
Hanbin shakes his head. He’d rather not go through heat stroke trying to fuck his boyfriend. They need a solid middle ground and Hao thinks long and hard. He ends up distracted. Hanbin’s complaining takes place on the back burner of their activities as Hanbin temporarily forgets about being hot and focuses more on Hao’s inviting mouth.
Hao can hardly sit still. His thighs flex around Hanbin’s hips, humming and exhaling into every kiss.
A hand slides along his thigh. Groping it and traveling along the soft expanse of heated skin. Hanbin lets out a shaky exhale. He breaks their kiss moving his lips down to his jaw and kissing his way down to Hao’s chest before stopping. He slips underneath the covers and Hao fears for a moment Hanbin will overheat, tugging the thick blanket off. He meets Hanbin’s smug face.
He wanted Hao to pull the blanket off himself.
“Hanbin,” Hao whines, missing the overwhelming warmth. “Come back up, I'm covering us again.”
“You’ll miss out on a lot if you do,” Hanbin promises, sitting up on his knees. He leans forward and with a miss murmurs against Hao’s parted lips. “Before you leave me for the next few days I’ve been wanting to try something out.”
“Try what out?” Hao asks. His thighs slide over the soft sheets, far too accustomed to the feeling of them underneath him. They need more of these. Whoever made them knew exactly what they were doing.
“I’ll keep you warm outside of the blanket,” Hanbin swears. “You won’t need it when you’re on my face.”’
He’s got a point there. Hao kicks off the rest of the blanket. His underwear falls off the side and Hanbin pulls one of the pillows off the bed, laying down on the bare sheet.
Hao is far too turned on to hesitate. He swings his legs on both sides of Hanbin’s head, eyes meeting Hanbin’s in an excited exchange as he lowers himself down on Hanbin’s awaiting tongue.
The first graze of Hanbin’s spit slippery tongue leaves Hao gasping. He crosses his arms on the headboard, simply hovering far enough for Hanbin to lick long, warm stripes along the crack of his ass. His rim flutters as Hanbin brushes over it. Desperate to trap him in. It becomes harder to stay still. His stomach clenches as his arousal starts to build. Tension coils as Hanbin’s hands wrap around his thighs the best they can, tugging him down.
Hao moans in response. A small and steady stream of sounds bleed with Hanbin’s actions. His tongue flattens and each lick, each kiss turns filthier.
“Hanbin,” Hao says with a shudder. Reaching down for Hanbin’s recently dried hair. He tugs a little on the strands. One hand on the headboard for support while the other tethers him to Hanbin.
Hanbin works in mysterious ways. He gets the hang of it quickly. Sloppy drags of his tongue leave Hao dazed, tremors wrack through his body as his thighs tense up trying to handle holding himself up and each zap of something unimaginably good that threatens to make him fall.
The persistent tongue circles along his rim, threatening him with the pressure meant to push in. Hao looks down, curious to what expression Hanbin is making while creating such a mess. He gasps at the sight of Hanbin's eyes closed, completely in a different zone. He doesn’t notice Hao watching. The wet sounds of his tongue sliding along his rim and occasionally tilting his head up to drag it against his balls, gives Hao all the information he needs.
Hanbin’s tongue stops moving. He leaves it flat against Hao’s rim, squeezing his thighs and waiting for him to start up.
He tries his best not to cling on to Hanbin’s hair tightly. Rocking his hips down against Hanbin’s tongue and shaking so badly his moan is laced with more breathing then sound.
His eyes fill with tears of pleasure. His thighs trying their best not to squeeze Hanbin between them as Hao grinds down against Hanbin’s unforgiving tongue. “Fuck, Hanbin. That’s so good,” he stutters. His words slur towards the end. His eyes close as he leaves the rest to his instincts.
Wrapping a hand around his cock, Hao tugs roughly, drawing his orgasm to the surface. He grinds down hard and Hanbin moans underneath him, pulling him even closer. One hand leaves his thigh, sliding towards his ass and then lower.
Hao’s forehead presses against the cool wall, damp strands of hair stick to the hard surface. His hand moves to a new part of the headboard a few inches away and Hao finds it cool there too. His body burns up with every touch.
He’s already too close to the flames when Hanbin shoves two fingers along with his tongue. The cry Hao lets out is unrestrained. His jaw remains slack as Hanbin delivers the best kind of torture. Eating him out with a desperation only Hanbin can have.
“F-fuck.” The words stumble past his lips along with a few more sinful phrases that Hanbin responds with his own pleasured hum. His hand moved faster against his dick. Light dancing in his eyes as he lifts up off Hanbin’s face wanting a moment to catch his breath before Hanbin yanks his orgasm out of him by force.
“Turn around,” Hanbin instructs with a hoarse voice. His fingers follow Hao, sliding inside with a wet sound before his lips brush against Hao’s fluttering rim then it’s gone. With trembling arms Hao turns where hanbin wants him too. Still perched over Hanbin’s face but this time with the perfect view of Hanbin’s dick tenting in his underwear.
Hanbin’s dick will always be impressive in Hao’s eyes. Even the cotton of the underwear can’t contain him all that well. There’s a damp spot where the head of his dick strains against the fabric. Hanbin uses his hands, spreading his cheeks properly and flicking his tongue against the swollen skin. His cock twitches in response and Hao can’t resist.
Bending forward, Hao steadies himself with his hands on the sides of Hanbin’s hips. He starts easy. His soft, pink tongue rolls out. He flattens it over the damp spot tasting the natural flavoring of Hanbin’s precome.
Hanbin moans, indicating he wants more. Hao pulls at the waistband and Hanbin lifts his hips. Hao manages to wiggle them down just enough for him to gain access to the thing he wants most. He takes Hanbin in his hand, spitting along the top and using his hand to wet the rest of Hanbin. He runs his fingers along the veins he can see, tracing them lightly with his manicured nails and biting his lip at the sight of Hanbin’s hips twitching whenever he grazes over a sensitive area.
It doesn’t take long for Hanbin to begin throbbing in his hand. His stomach clenched from efforts not to come but Hao isn’t any better. Wrapping his mouth around the tip, Hao jerks Hanbin off ready for him to come. He swirls his tongue around the head, moaning obscenely around the hot cock in his mouth as Hanbin’s fingers seek out his prostate.
They push each other to the edge, neither wanting to be first but wanting the feeling more. Hanbin seems to shake more than Hao does. His head moves away, fingers still moving inside of him but his deep, harsh moans grow louder and louder he goes completely silent. His fingers press hard against Hao’s prostate in a rubbing motion that has Hao gripping the bed for dear life.
Letting go of Hanbin’s dick, Hao uses that very hand to wrap around himself. Each stroke feels electrical. His toes curl, warm tears stream down his face as he comes shaking so hard he hardly has enough strength to keep himself up.
Hanbin’s come floods his mouth right after. Hot, relentless streaks land along the roof of his mouth and coat the back of his throat with nowhere else to go. He doesn’t swallow often, doesn’t see the appeal. But Hanbin always seems to spazz out when he does. A three day trip is a long time to be away and so just this once Hao decides it wouldn’t hurt. He swallows it all with one loud gulp and sure enough Hanbin loses the rest of his sanity.
“You didn’t have too,” Hanbin starts, but he’s shaking so badly, when Hao turns around he finds Hanbin can hardly pull it together. Hao figured he can push this a bit further. He stuck his tongue out, revealing the empty space in his mouth for Hanbin to view. “Kiss me.”
Hao almost argues Hanbin’s tongue has been all over his ass but the same can be said about his mouth on Hanbin’s dick. Just to spite him when Hao turns around, settling on Hanbin’s lap properly and leaning down, he brings the blankets with him.
“Seriously,” Hanbin giggles. Their kiss is oddly sticky and cold.
“Nope, we can try this again after we shower and brush our teeth again.”
“Weak,” Hao snickers as Hanbin rips the blanket out of his hold. He’s already starting to get hot again. “One more.”
Hanbin doesn’t look too pleased but he does it anyway, melting against his lips like his previous complaint didn’t even exist.
“I wonder what the weather is going to look like tomorrow,” Hao says as they make their way out of the door. “I’m expecting it to be spectacular.”
Hanbin kisses Hao’s shoulder.
“I’m sure you’ll be surprised.”
*~*~*
There’s no weather update the next morning.
Hao had expected one. Actually almost all the members were. Commenting in the group chat if their pre Hao leaving ritual never took place. He reads their texts on the way to the airport, trying not to burst into laughter with their manager right next to him.
No weather update takes place. But a picture is uploaded. The familiar red and black sheets, Hanbin’s covered face, no doubt still sleepy, and his hair an absolute mess. It didn’t look like that when they climbed into bed last night after their shower and Hanbin certainly doesn’t move around enough for it to look like that.
No, this was from something else.
The goodbye makeout session that Hanbin decided to wake up for just before Hao left. He let Hao do whatever he pleased and Hao ran his fingers through Hanbin’s hair enough times for it to stick out like this apparently.
Haohao: i still want that weather update
Bin: clear skies and amazing weather until you come back
Hao beams, pleased with Hanbin's response.
Bin: we should call later
Bin: just to make sure the weather doesn’t change
Powering off his phone, Hao smiles.
It’s freezing outside, cloudy and the sky is grey. Hao doesn’t feel the warm ray of the sun on his face but he does feel the warm lingers of Hanbin’s touch on his skin.
His weather man says there’s clear skies.
Hao believes him.