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The hotel room reeked of soju and regret. Empty bottles littered the floor like fallen soldiers, and Ryu Minseok stood at the center of it all. stone sober, as always. His teammates sprawled across chairs and beds, their celebrations having devolved into incoherence hours ago.
He didn't drink after victories. Someone had to remember their mistakes.
"Hyung." The voice cut through the haze, younger but steady.
Minseok's eyes tracked sideways without moving his head. Kim Soohwan stood in the doorway, still in his competition jersey, hair damp from a post-match shower. While the others drowned their adrenaline in alcohol, Soohwan had done what he always did, reviewed the replays, analyzed his mistakes, prepared for tomorrow.
Just like Minseok would have.
"You're late," Minseok said, tone sharp despite the hour. He crossed his arms, the picture of a displeased support player who'd probably already catalogued every positioning error from tonight's games. “So late that others had already drank too much soju they’d blacked out. Where have you been?”
"I was studying our baron play in game three." Soohwan stepped over a sleeping teammate with practiced ease. "We gave up positioning too easily."
"I told you to ward deeper." Minseok's voice carried that particular edge that made even Faker listen during scrims. "But does anyone listen to the support?"
"I listened," Soohwan said quietly.
Minseok's expression softened just a fraction before he caught himself, smoothing his features back into that demanding mask he wore so well. Even at his height, shorter than most of his teammates, he commanded attention through sheer force of personality. His pretty features could shift from sweet to severe in a heartbeat, and right now they held that analytical look that meant he was picking apart every decision made tonight.
"When I say jump," Minseok began, his gaze sweeping across his drunken teammates without turning his head, "others jumped." His lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. "When what I need is someone who actually says, 'How high?'"
His eyes snapped back to Soohwan, sharp despite the late hour and the exhaustion pulling at his frame. He took a step closer, invading the younger's space, having to tilt his chin up slightly to maintain eye contact but somehow still managing to seem like he was looking down at Soohwan. "Will you be my 'How high'?"
The question hung in the air, precise, calculated, demanding an answer.
Soohwan should have stepped back. Every player knew that when Minseok got in your space like this, when his voice took on that particular demanding tone, you apologized and promised to do better. The support player had a reputation for holding his lane partner accountable, for pushing his ADC harder than anyone else on the team. He'd made grown men cry in practice.
Instead, Soohwan took a step closer.
Then another.
Until they were chest to chest, until Minseok had to tilt his head back to maintain eye contact, until the younger man's presence surrounded him completely. Soohwan's eyes burned with something fierce and unwavering, not submission, but matching intensity.
As if saying, bring it on.
Minseok's breath caught. Just for a fraction of a second, but Soohwan noticed. Of course he noticed. Those observant eyes that tracked every cooldown, every summoner spell, every microscopic advantage on the Rift now focused entirely on him.
Before Minseok could summon his usual sharp retort, Soohwan's hands moved with the same decisive precision he used for flash-engages. One hand gripped Minseok's hip, fingers pressing into the bone there with possessive certainty. The other slid around his waist, palm spread wide against the small of his back.
Then Soohwan pulled.
Minseok's body collided with Soohwan's, flush from chest to thigh, close enough that he could feel the younger's heartbeat thundering against his own ribs. Strong arms locked him in place, one hand still burning at his hip, the other pressed between his shoulder blades as if Soohwan could somehow pull him even closer.
Minseok's hands came up instinctively, bracing against Soohwan's chest, feeling the heat of him through the thin jersey fabric. His lips parted, that natural pout becoming more pronounced, probably ready to deliver some scathing comment about personal space or professionalism, but no sound came out.
Soohwan leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Minseok's ear with shattering intimacy. His breath ghosted hot against sensitive skin, and Minseok felt the words more than heard them, each syllable a caress that sent electricity down his spine:
"So, what do you want me to do first?"
The question was everything. Soft, dangerous, laced with smoldering promise. It acknowledged the dynamic between them, Minseok's demanding nature, his need for control, his habit of commanding his lane partner with precision. But it also flipped the script entirely, putting the choice in Minseok's hands while making it abundantly clear that Soohwan wasn't just following orders out of obligation.
He was offering himself willingly, completely, devotedly.
I'll do whatever you ask, the embrace said. I'll even devote my life to you.
Minseok's fingers curled into Soohwan's jersey, the fabric twisting in his grip. His heart hammered against his ribs so hard he was certain Soohwan could feel it. Every nerve ending in his body had lit up, hyper-aware of every point of contact, the firm press of Soohwan's palm against his back, the possessive grip on his hip, the way their bodies fit together despite the height difference.
"Soohwan—" His voice came out rougher than intended, lacking its usual commanding edge.
"I'm right here, hyung." Soohwan's lips moved against his ear with each word, a deliberate provocation. The hand on his back slid up slowly, fingers tracing the line of his spine until they reached the nape of his neck. Soohwan's fingers threaded through his hair, grip gentle but commanding, angling Minseok's head slightly to the side. "Tell me what you want me to do."
The room around them ceased to exist. Sanghyeok passed out on the bed, Hyeonjoon and Hyeonjun are somehow finding each other at the corner, their coaches are slumbering in the bathroom, the LCK spring championship trophy on the table, the scattered evidence of their victory, all of it faded into irrelevance. There was only this: the heat between their bodies, the thundering of two hearts, the sharp edge of a moment that would change everything.
"You don't know what you're asking for," Minseok managed, but his voice shook. "I'm—I'm demanding. Bossy. I'll expect everything from you—"
"I know." Soohwan's grip tightened fractionally, a grounding pressure. "I've been your ADC for five months, hyung. I know exactly how demanding you are. How you hold everyone accountable. How you expect perfection and won't settle for less." His breath ghosted across Minseok's jaw. "I know, and I'm still here. I'm still asking."
Minseok's eyes fluttered closed. Soohwan's thumb stroked the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The younger man wasn't moving, wasn't pushing, just holding him with a certainty that spoke of patience and iron will in equal measure.
Waiting for an answer.
Waiting for Minseok to be brave enough to take what was being offered.
"I'll—" Minseok swallowed hard. "I'll make you run the same drill a hundred times if you don't get it perfect."
"I know."
"I'll critique every trade, every positioning mistake—"
"I know."
"I'll expect you to listen when I make a call, even if you think I'm wrong—"
"I know, hyung." Soohwan's voice dropped even lower, intimate and sure. "And I'll do it. All of it. However many times it takes. However high you want me to jump." He pulled back just enough to meet Minseok's eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Because it's you asking."
The confession hung between them, heavy with implication. Minseok stared up at him, his usual sharp composure completely shattered. His lips parted, and for once in his life, the player known for his commanding voice and endless stream of instructions found himself completely speechless.
"Stop thinking," Soohwan murmured, leaning in again until his lips brushed Minseok's cheek, just above that captivating mole "Just for once, hyung, stop calculating and tell me what you want."
Minseok's hands slid from Soohwan's chest to his shoulders, then around his neck, finally allowing himself to hold on instead of push away. He felt Soohwan's sharp intake of breath, the way the younger man's arms tightened around him in response.
"Kiss me," Minseok whispered, the command coming out more like a plea. "Kiss me before I change my mind and start being reasonable again."
Soohwan's answering smile pressed against his skin. "Yes, hyung," he breathed. "Whatever you want."
And then there was no more space between them at all.
Soohwan's lips crashed against Minseok's with barely restrained hunger, swallowing the sharp gasp that escaped the older man's throat. The kiss was immediately intense, no tentative exploration, no gentle testing of boundaries. Just pure, electrifying want.
Minseok's fingers tightened in Soohwan's jersey, yanking him impossibly closer as he kissed back with equal fervor. For someone who spent his entire career commanding others, he surrendered to this with startling ease, lips parting under Soohwan's insistent pressure.
Soohwan took the invitation immediately, his tongue sliding against Minseok's in a way that made the support player's knees buckle. The hand at the nape of Minseok's neck tightened, fingers threading deeper into his hair, tugging just hard enough to make Minseok's breath hitch and his back arch.
"Fuck," Minseok gasped against Soohwan's mouth, the curse swallowed by another deep, consuming kiss. His usual sharp composure had completely shattered, leaving only raw need in its wake.
Soohwan groaned deep in his throat, the sound reverberating between them. His hand on Minseok's hip slid lower, gripping the curve of his ass and yanking him flush against him. The evidence of Soohwan's arousal pressed hot and insistent against Minseok's stomach, and the older man moaned, actually moaned, into the kiss.
"Hyung," Soohwan breathed against his lips, pulling back just enough to look at him. Minseok's lips were already kiss-swollen and red, his eyes dark and hazy with want, his chest heaving. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."
"Shut up," Minseok demanded, but there was no bite to it. He pulled Soohwan back down, claiming his mouth again with a desperate intensity that made Soohwan's grip on him tighten almost painfully.
They kissed like they were drowning, like they'd been holding back for months and the dam had finally broken. Soohwan's tongue traced the roof of Minseok's mouth, drawing out another breathy sound that went straight to his groin. Minseok bit down on Soohwan's lower lip, not gentle, almost punishing, and Soohwan growled, the hand in his hair tightening until Minseok's head tilted back at an almost uncomfortable angle.
"Is this what you want?" Soohwan murmured against his throat, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of Minseok's neck. "To drive me fucking crazy?"
"Yes," Minseok gasped, his hands sliding up to tangle in Soohwan's hair, still damp from his shower. "Yes, I—ah—"
Soohwan had found that sensitive spot just below his ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Minseok's hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding against Soohwan's thigh, and the younger man made a strangled sound against his throat.
"We should—" Soohwan's voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. "We should stop. They could wake up—"
"I don't care," Minseok cut him off, pulling him back up for another searing kiss. "I don't—god—I don't care."
It was unlike him, this recklessness. Minseok was always careful, always controlled, always thinking three steps ahead. But with Soohwan's hands on him, with that talented mouth moving against his, all his usual caution had evaporated like smoke.
Soohwan walked them backward, still kissing, until Minseok's back hit the wall with a soft thud. The new angle let Soohwan press even closer, one thigh sliding between Minseok's legs, and the friction made the older man gasp into his mouth.
"Soohwannie—" It came out as a whimper, starving and aching in a way that should have embarrassed him but only seemed to spur Soohwan on.
"I've got you, hyung," Soohwan murmured against his lips, his hand sliding from Minseok's hair to cup his jaw with reverent gentleness even as his other hand gripped his hip hard enough to bruise. His thumb traced over the mole beneath Minseok's eye with unexpected tenderness. "I've got you."
He kissed Minseok again, slower this time but no less intense. His tongue swept through Minseok's mouth with languid confidence, tasting, claiming, drawing out soft sounds that Minseok had never made before. The support player who commanded with his voice was reduced to breathless moans and whimpers, completely unraveled by Soohwan's touch.
Minseok's hands roamed restlessly over Soohwan's shoulders, his back, sliding under his jersey to feel the heat of bare skin. Soohwan shuddered at the touch, his hips rolling forward in an involuntary thrust that made them both groan.
"You feel what you do to me?" Soohwan's voice was rough, almost feverish, as he grind against Minseok. "Feel how much I want you?"
"Yes," Minseok gasped, his head falling back against the wall. Soohwan immediately took advantage, his mouth hot and insistent against Minseok's throat, kissing and sucking and definitely leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow.
Tomorrow. The thought tried to surface. They had practice tomorrow, they'd have to face their teammates, his teammates would see, but then Soohwan bit down on his collarbone and all rational thought fled.
"Tell me to stop," Soohwan breathed against his skin, even as his hands continued their possessive exploration. "Tell me to stop and I will."
"Don't you dare," Minseok commanded, his voice finally finding some of its usual authority even as it shook with need. His fingers tightened in Soohwan's hair, yanking him back up for another bruising kiss. "Don't you dare stop."
Soohwan made a sound between a groan and a laugh, kissing him back with renewed intensity. Their mouths moved together frantically now, all tongues and teeth and ragged breaths. Minseok could taste the mint of Soohwan's toothpaste, could feel the rapid beating of his heart where their chests pressed together.
"Hyung," Soohwan gasped between kisses, "tell me—tell me what you want—"
"You," Minseok said fiercely, meeting his eyes with an intensity that rivaled any shot-call he'd ever made. "I want you. All of you. Everything you'll give me."
Soohwan's eyes blazed impossibly darker, and he surged forward, capturing Minseok's mouth in a kiss that was somehow even more consuming than before. His hands slid down to grip Minseok's thighs, lifting him slightly off the ground, and Minseok's legs wrapped around his waist automatically.
The new position had them pressed together even more intimately, and they both groaned at the friction. Minseok's back arched away from the wall, pressing his chest flush against Soohwan's, trying to get closer, to eliminate every last millimeter of space between them.
"Hyung," Soohwan breathed against his lips, and it sounded like a plea. "Say you're mine."
"Yours," Minseok gasped, beyond caring about the implications, about tomorrow, about anything except the heat between them. "I'm yours—god—I'm yours."
And Soohwan kissed him like a man starved, like he wanted to devour him, like he would never get enough. Minseok kissed back with equal hunger, a clawing need that bordered on violence. All his demanding nature channeled into the way he claimed Soohwan's mouth, the way his hands roamed possessively over every inch he could reach.
They lost track of time, lost in each other, the rest of the world fading to nothing but white noise. There was only this: the slide of lips and tongues, the racing of hearts, the promises written in every touch.
When they finally broke apart, lungs burning, lips swollen, both trembling with need, Soohwan pressed his forehead against Minseok's, their ragged breathing mingling in the minimal space between them.
"We should stop," he said again, but made no move to let go.
"We should," Minseok agreed, tightening his legs around Soohwan's waist. "But we won't."
Soohwan's answering smile was wicked and beautiful. "No, hyung," he murmured, leaning in to capture those impossibly soft, pouty lips again. "We won't."
Soohwan's mouth moved from Minseok's lips to his jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. Minseok's head fell back against the wall with a soft thunk, his breath coming in sharp gasps as Soohwan's teeth grazed his pulse point.
"You're so responsive," Soohwan murmured against his skin, his voice rough with desire. "Every little touch makes you shake."
"Shut—ah—shut up," Minseok managed, but his protest dissolved into a moan when Soohwan sucked hard enough to definitely leave a mark. His fingers scrabbled for purchase against Soohwan's shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric of his jersey.
"Make me," Soohwan challenged, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. His face was a mess, pupils blown wide, lips red and swollen, that usual respectful expression replaced with something primal and possessive.
Minseok surged forward, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and violence. He poured every demanding, bossy instinct into it, biting Soohwan's lower lip hard enough to make him groan. When Soohwan's mouth opened on a gasp, Minseok's tongue swept inside, claiming and exploring with the same precision he used to orchestrate perfect engages.
"Fuck, hyung," Soohwan gasped when they broke apart. His hands slid higher on Minseok's thighs, fingers digging into the muscle there, holding him up effortlessly against the wall. "You're going to kill me."
"Good," Minseok breathed, rolling his hips forward in a deliberate grind that made them both shudder. The friction was maddening, not nearly enough but somehow too much all at once. "That's what you get for—for making me feel like this—"
Soohwan's answering laugh was low and wrecked. "Like what?" He punctuated the question with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, pressing them together in a way that made Minseok's eyes roll back.
"Like I'm losing my mind," Minseok admitted, the words tumbling out between gasping breaths. "Like I can't think—can't focus on anything except—god—except you touching me—"
"Good." Soohwan's voice dropped to that rough register that went straight to Minseok's groin. One hand released his thigh to slide up under his shirt, calloused fingers trailing over bare skin, mapping the curve of his waist, his ribs. "I want you to think about this. About me. About how I'm the one making you fall apart."
His thumb found Minseok's nipple, circling it slowly, and Minseok nearly sobbed at the sensation. His back arched, pressing into the touch, shameless in his need.
"Please—" The word escaped before he could stop it, and Minseok didn't even know what he was begging for anymore.
"Please what?" Soohwan's mouth was at his ear again, his breath hot against oversensitized skin. "Tell me, hyung. Tell me what you need."
"More," Minseok gasped, his hips moving restlessly, seeking friction. "I need—I need more—"
Soohwan's hand on his thigh shifted, gripping tighter as he ground them together with deliberate pressure. The friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting up Minseok's spine, and he couldn't stop the broken moan that tore from his throat.
"Shh," Soohwan murmured, even as his own breathing grew ragged. "You have to be quiet, hyung. Unless you want them to wake up and see you like this—see how desperate you are for me."
The reminder that their teammates were mere meters away, passed out and oblivious, should have doused the heat between them. Instead, it only seemed to make everything more intense, more forbidden. Minseok bit down on his lower lip, trying to muffle the sounds threatening to spill out.
"That's it," Soohwan praised, his voice like warm honey. "Be good for me."
The words sent a shiver through Minseok's entire body. He, who spent every day commanding his teammates, holding them accountable, demanding perfection, reduced to this trembling, desperate thing in Soohwan's arms, being told to be good.
And god help him, he wanted to be. Wanted to be everything Soohwan needed.
Soohwan's hand slid higher under his shirt, exploring the planes of his chest, his sides, learning every curve and dip with focused attention. His other hand stayed on Minseok's thigh, supporting his weight while simultaneously keeping him pinned exactly where Soohwan wanted him.
"You're so small in my arms," Soohwan murmured, and there was wonder in his voice alongside the desire. "So perfect. I could just—" He lifted Minseok slightly higher, adjusting their position with effortless strength.
Minseok's legs tightened around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck. "Don't you dare drop me."
"Never." Soohwan's eyes met his, suddenly serious despite the heat between them. "I'll never let you fall, hyung. I promise."
The sincerity in those words, the devotion, made something in Minseok's chest clench painfully. He pulled Soohwan into another kiss, this one slower but no less intense. He poured everything he couldn't say into it, the trust, the want, the terrifying vulnerability of letting someone see him like this.
Soohwan kissed him back with matching tenderness, his hands gentling on Minseok's body even as their hips continued their maddeningly slow rhythm. The kiss deepened gradually, becoming something almost reverent, worshipful.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Soohwan rested his forehead against Minseok's again. His hands had migrated to frame Minseok's face, thumbs stroking over flushed cheekbones tenderly.
"I meant what I said earlier," Soohwan whispered. "However high you want me to jump—I'm there. Whatever you need from me, it's yours. I'm yours."
Minseok's breath caught. His fingers slid into Soohwan's hair, still damp at the roots, holding him close. "You can't just—you can't just say things like that—"
"Why not?" Soohwan's lips curved against his. "It's true. I've been yours since the first time you yelled at me for missing a trade. Since you stayed late to drill positioning with me even though everyone else had gone home. Since—"
Minseok cut him off with another kiss, unable to handle the raw honesty in his voice. This kiss was different from the others, still heated, still desperate, but laced with something deeper. Something that felt dangerous and inevitable all at once.
Soohwan made a soft sound against his mouth, his grip tightening fractionally. The kiss went on and on, their mouths moving together like they were trying to memorize every angle, every taste, every sensation.
From somewhere across the room, one of their teammates stirred, mumbling something incomprehensible in their sleep.
They froze, lips still pressed together, hearts racing for an entirely different reason now. Minseok's eyes went wide, meeting Soohwan's equally startled gaze.
After a long moment of tense silence, the teammate settled back into snoring, and they both released shaky breaths.
"We should really stop," Soohwan whispered, but his hands hadn't moved from where they held Minseok.
"We should," Minseok agreed, but made no move to unwrap his legs from around Soohwan's waist.
They stared at each other in the dim light, both flushed and disheveled, lips swollen from kissing, breathing still uneven. The air between them crackled with unresolved tension, with promises and possibilities.
"Your room or mine?" Soohwan finally asked, his voice barely audible.
Minseok's heart stuttered. That was…that would be…
"Yours," he decided, his voice firmer than he felt. "It's further from this room."
Soohwan's eyes darkened impossibly further, and a slow, breathtaking smile spread across his face. "Hold on tight, hyung."
He carried Minseok away from the wall, moving with careful silence across the room littered with their sleeping teammates. Minseok buried his face against Soohwan's neck, inhaling his scent, clean soap and something uniquely him, while trying to keep his breathing quiet.
Each step felt like an eternity and no time at all. By the time they reached the door to Soohwan's room, Minseok's heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears.
Soohwan shifted him carefully to one arm, reaching for the door handle. The quiet click of it opening sounded deafening in the silence.
They slipped inside, and Soohwan kicked the door shut behind them with his foot, the lock engaging with a soft snick that felt impossibly final.
And then they were alone, truly alone, with nothing but possibility stretching out before them.
Soohwan carried him to the bed, laying him down with surprising gentleness. Minseok's back hit the mattress, and he looked up to find Soohwan standing over him, silhouetted against the dim light filtering through the curtains.
"Last chance to change your mind," Soohwan said softly, even as he moved to bracket Minseok's body with his arms, caging him in.
Minseok reached up, fingers curling into Soohwan's jersey, dragging him down. "Hold me," he commanded, and this time his voice held all its usual authority. "And don't stop until I tell you to."
Soohwan's answering smile was brilliant and wicked all at once. "Yes, hyung," he murmured, lowering himself until their bodies pressed together again. "Whatever you want."
Soohwan's weight settled over him, solid and grounding and overwhelming all at once. Minseok's legs wrapped around his waist automatically, pulling him closer, eliminating any remaining space between them. The new position had them aligned perfectly, and the friction made them both groan into each other's mouths.
"God, hyung," Soohwan breathed against his lips, his hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate grind that had Minseok arching off the bed. "You feel so good."
Minseok couldn't form words, could only gasp and clutch at Soohwan's shoulders as pleasure sparked through his nerves. His usual eloquence, his commanding voice, all of it had abandoned him, leaving only sensation and need.
Soohwan's hands were everywhere, sliding under his shirt, pushing the fabric up and over his head with practiced ease. Cool air hit Minseok's heated skin, making him shiver, but then Soohwan's mouth was there, trailing hot kisses down his throat, across his collarbones, lower.
"Ah—" Minseok's back arched when Soohwan's tongue found his nipple, circling it before sucking gently. His fingers tangled in Soohwan's hair, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.
"So sensitive," Soohwan murmured against his skin, his breath ghosting over wet flesh and making Minseok shudder. "I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make."
He proceeded to find out, his mouth mapping every inch of Minseok's chest and stomach with devastating attention. Each kiss, each brush of tongue, each careful scrape of teeth was calculated to draw out those breathy gasps and bitten-off moans that Minseok kept trying to suppress.
"Don't hold back," Soohwan said, looking up at him through heavy lashes. The sight alone, Soohwan between his legs, lips kiss-swollen and eyes burning with want, nearly undid Minseok completely. "I want to hear you. Want to know I'm making you feel good."
"You are," Minseok managed, his voice wrecked. "You—fuck—you know you are—"
Soohwan's answering smile was sinful. His hands slid down to Minseok's waistband, fingers hooking into the fabric. He paused, eyes finding Minseok's in the dim light. "Can I?"
Minseok nodded, not trusting his voice, and lifted his hips to help. Soohwan made quick work of removing his pants and underwear in one smooth motion, and then Minseok was completely bare beneath him.
For a moment, Soohwan just looked at him, his gaze roaming over every inch of exposed skin with such intensity that Minseok felt it like a physical touch. He should have felt self-conscious, vulnerable, but the reverence in Soohwan's expression chased away any uncertainty.
"You're perfect," Soohwan said, and it didn't sound like a line. It sounded like truth, like worship.
"You're wearing too many clothes," Minseok countered, reaching for Soohwan's jersey with demanding fingers. "Off. Now."
Soohwan's laugh was deep and pleased. "Anything for you, hyung." He sat back on his heels, pulling his jersey over his head in one fluid motion and tossing it aside. His hands moved to his waistband next, and Minseok watched with rapt attention as he stripped completely, revealing the lean muscle and smooth skin beneath.
Then Soohwan was covering him again, and the sensation of skin against skin made them both gasp. Minseok's hands roamed over Soohwan's back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his palms, the heat radiating from him.
"Touch me," Minseok demanded, his bossy nature reasserting itself even through the haze of desire. "Stop teasing and—ah—"
His words shattered into a gasp as Soohwan's hand closed around him, not with hesitation, but with the same sure, possessive certainty he'd used to drag Minseok against the wall. It wasn't just a touch; it was a claim. Minseok's hips stuttered off the bed, a broken, involuntary motion seeking the heat and pressure of that grip.
"Like this?" Soohwan's voice was gravel-rough, his breath scalding against Minseok's lips. His hand began to move, a slow, devastating stroke that was less a rhythm and more a declaration of ownership. "Is this what you want, hyung? My hand on you? Making you fall apart?"
"Yes—" The word was a ragged exhale, raw and aching. Minseok's head pressed back into the pillow, his lips parting, now slacking with need. His vision blurred at the edges. His fingers found Soohwan's shoulders, nails biting into skin hard enough to leave crescents, anchoring himself against the tide of sensation threatening to drown him. Every stroke was precise, maddeningly perfect, as if Soohwan had studied his reactions, his body, with the same obsessive focus he applied to their game replays.
"God, you're so hard for me," Soohwan breathed, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head, spreading slick heat. "So needy. Look at you, hyung. The player who commands everyone, reduced to this. Begging for my touch."
"Shut up," Minseok gasped, but there was no heat in it, just trembling need. "Just—shut up—"
Soohwan kissed him again, deep and filthy and consuming, swallowing the choked, obscene sounds spilling from Minseok's throat. His free hand slid down Minseok's side, a firm, grounding pressure on his hip, holding him down even as Minseok's body arched up, writhing, begging for more friction, more pressure, more everything.
"You're so beautiful like this," Soohwan murmured against his mouth, the words vibrating between them, intimate and ravaging. His hand twisted just so, and Minseok nearly sobbed. "So fucking perfect. Falling to pieces for me. Let me see it. Let me see you come undone. Want to watch you lose that perfect control."
The command in that gentle voice, the contrast between Soohwan's tender words and the filthy, expert way his hand worked Minseok's length, shattered him more than any touch. His careful control, the rigid discipline he wore like armor, splintered.
"Don't stop," he pleaded, the order melting into a broken, ragged gasp. His hips were moving now, fucking into Soohwan's fist with shameless abandon. "Please—Soohwannie—please—"
"Never. I've got you. Not stopping." Soohwan's promise was a low thrum in the dark, rough with his own barely-leashed desire. His pace intensified, his grip tightening, twisting on the upstroke in a way that made stars explode behind Minseok's eyes. "Come for me, hyung. Want to feel you. Want to see your face when you break."
And Minseok was falling, spiraling past the point of no return. It wasn't just physical release; it was a surrender of everything he'd been holding back. Pleasure detonated through him, bright and shattering and almost violent in its intensity, wringing a raw, broken cry from his chest that Soohwan swallowed with his mouth. His lips trembled against Soohwan's as he came apart. He held Minseok through the storm, his hand working him through every violent wave, gentling only when Minseok's body gave one last, shuddering twitch, utterly spent.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their labored breathing, harsh and uneven in the quiet room. Minseok floated, boneless and wrecked, the world slowly filtering back in, the feel of Soohwan's weight pressing him into the mattress, the rapid beat of his heart against his own, the sticky warmth between them.
His brain was blissfully, mercifully empty. "That was..." he began, but words failed. His voice was hoarse, destroyed.
"Yeah," Soohwan breathed, his own voice strained to breaking with unmet need. Minseok could feel the evidence of it pressed insistent and hard against his thigh, a hot, throbbing tension that mirrored his own only moments before. Soohwan was trembling with the effort of holding back, his muscles taut as wire.
The sight of him, flushed and desperate, pupils blown black with want, sparked a fresh ember of possessiveness in Minseok's sated haze. His hands, which had fallen limp to the sheets, now stirred with renewed purpose. They slid down the damp plane of Soohwan's back, over the tremble in his flank, lower, until his fingers wrapped around the hard, heated length of him.
Soohwan jerked as if electrocuted, a sharp, punched-out groan tearing from his throat. "Fuck—hyung—"
"Your turn," Minseok said, and his voice had regained its edge, the command softened by awe but no less potent. He began to move his hand, mirroring the rhythm he'd just been taught, the twist and pull that had destroyed him. His grip was firm, possessive, demanding. "I want to watch too. I want to see you lose that control you're so proud of. Want to see you fall apart for me too."
"God—" Soohwan's hips bucked into his fist, helpless and seeking. His head dropped to Minseok's shoulder, breath coming in ragged pants against his neck, kissing the plane of skin there as a plea. "You're going to—I can't—"
"You can," Minseok commanded, his free hand sliding into Soohwan's hair and yanking his head back up. The mole beneath his left eye seemed to catch what little light there was as he stared up at Soohwan with dark, demanding intensity. "Look at me when you come. Want to see your face. Want to watch you break."
Soohwan's answer was a shattered, desperate moan, his eyes locking onto Minseok's. He was already poised on a knife's edge, his composure completely frayed from holding back while he'd taken Minseok apart. The combination of Minseok's touch, sure and demanding and so perfectly tight, combined with the searing kiss Minseok pulled him into, those pouty lips claiming his mouth with fierce possession, was the final, perfect engage.
It was over quickly. Soohwan crumbled with a choked-off cry, his body bowing, every muscle going rigid as pleasure tore through him. He came hard, spilling over Minseok's hand, his stomach, making a mess of them both as he fell apart completely, whispering Minseok's name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only word he knew, broken and desperate against his skin.
“Minseokie, Minseok-hyung, Mine, Minesok”
Minseok held him through it, working him through every pulse and shudder, watching with fierce satisfaction as the player who'd been so confident, so in control, came completely undone in his arms.
When Soohwan finally collapsed against him, boneless and trembling, Minseok wrapped his arms around him and held on tight, both of them wrecked and sated and utterly destroyed by what they'd just done.
They lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard, skin cooling in the quiet room. Soohwan's weight was a comforting pressure, and Minseok found himself running his fingers through the younger man's hair in absent, soothing strokes.
"We should clean up," Soohwan mumbled against his neck, but made no move to get up.
"In a minute," Minseok replied, tightening his hold. "Just... stay here for a minute."
Soohwan pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then his neck, then his jaw, soft, affectionate touches that made something in Minseok's chest warm. "Whatever you want, hyung."
And for now, this was enough. Tomorrow they would have to face their teammates, would have to figure out what this meant, how to navigate this new dynamic. But tonight, in the darkness of Soohwan's room, they could just be this, two people who'd finally stopped fighting what they wanted.
Minseok's fingers traced idle patterns on Soohwan's back, and he felt the younger man smile against his skin.
"How high?" Soohwan whispered, echoing his earlier question.
Minseok's lips curved. "As high as we can climb," he answered. "Together."
"Together," Soohwan agreed, and sealed the promise with another kiss.