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Gunil ran his fingers through Jooyeon’s hair. It was soft against his callouses. He didn't know how Jooyeon did it, especially with it being bleached and dyed blonde now. Maybe he had a whole routine in the shower. Massaging special shampoo into his scalp, head tilting back, eyes closing and lips parting, rivulets of hot water streaming down his throat, then rinsing with strong hands gliding over his crown, and then conditioning, long fingers brushing it through the ends of his hair, eyes still closed, everything soft and warm. Gunil wished he could do it for him. He needed to feel it when it was wet, warm, silky with running water. Gunil wanted to stand behind him, wrap his arms around his waist, and feel his hair on his face. (Well, he's done that exact thing before, but he wanted to do it every time.)
Jooyeon, ticklish, startled when Gunil accidentally brushed his ear.
“Sorry.” Gunil murmured. He combed Jooyeon’s hair to lay behind his ear.
“Aren't you tired?” Jooyeon asked, extremely slurred from both sleepiness and his face against the pillow.
“A bit.” Gunil said. He switched from his left hand to his right, his bicep as a pillow under his head to scratch at the crown of Jooyeon’s head. They weren't laying that close, mostly because Jooyeon didn't like it, but were on their sides facing the same way.
Jooyeon hummed. After that he was quiet, and Gunil assumed he finally fell asleep.
Then, Jooyeon mumbled, “Sleep.”
Gunil smiled slightly. He took his hand away and tucked his arm under himself. He scooted a tiny bit closer to press his forehead to the back of Jooyeon’s head, and he folded up his left arm to play with the tips of Jooyeon’s hair. He closed his eyes and tried to do what he was told.
Gunil watched, arms crossed, eyes sort-of glaring but also could be excused as tired if asked. Jooyeon didn't notice. His eyes were closed as the stylist fussed with his hair. Maybe he was asleep. Gunil was jealous. He could recognize and admit it. He always was when Jooyeon was getting his hair styled.
Gunil wasn't going to apply for her job or anything, he just wished he could have an excuse to touch his hair, too. Even if it was tacky and stiff with hairspray and product. (Though, thankfully today, it wasn't. It’d be soft after the concert. And a bit sweaty. Gunil didn't mind.) He’d be able to simply look at him, too. Gunil liked doing that. And he looked so peaceful when he was resting. Gunil liked seeing him relaxed, too.
He managed to stifle any negative reactions to feeling left out and perform as usual. Afterwards, they waited in the greenroom for a few minutes for their cars, and Jooyeon had sat on the couch, now tired. Gunil sat next to him. He had his arm on the back of the couch, his head on his bicep to face Jooyeon, his fingers running through his hair.
“Are you gonna shower tonight?” Gunil asked quietly.
“Probably, yeah.” Jooyeon said.
“Can I help?” Gunil asked.
Jooyeon smirked a bit. “In what way?”
Gunil blushed. “The normal way.” He murmured.
“Sure.”
“Do you want the other way?” Gunil asked, even quieter.
“Maybe.”
Gunil shifted and rested his head on his shoulder. He kept his hand in his hair until they left, and was then disappointed when they weren't in the same van.
But they were roommates at the hotel. Soon, they were in the shower, under hot water and warm hands. After washing their bodies, Gunil cupped Jooyeon’s face and kissed him softly. Everything was soft. Their lips, their skin, the water raining onto them.
“You're very pretty.” Gunil told him. “I always like watching you on stage.”
Jooyeon chuckled slightly. “I don't face you a lot.”
“Doesn't matter.” Gunil said. He kissed him again, a bit harder. “Can I wash your hair?”
“You don't have to ask anymore.” Jooyeon reminded him. He pecked his lips before turning around.
“I like to.” Gunil said. Jooyeon wet his hair completely, then stepped back so the water was on his chest. Gunil pressed a kiss to his shoulder before getting the shampoo.
He squirted a few pumps of Jooyeon’s (fancy) shampoo into his palm, smeared it around his hands, then pushed his fingers up Jooyeon’s scalp. Jooyeon immediately relaxed. Gunil massaged him.
“I only like when you do this.” Jooyeon said, voice calm and almost sleepy. “Nobody else is good at it.”
Gunil flushed with pride. He better be good at it by now. He kept massaging, sometimes scratching lightly. Once, Jooyeon moaned. It was quiet, but it seemed involuntary. It made Gunil’s tummy bubble with warmth.
Jooyeon’s hair wasn't inherently sexual for Gunil. He was simply attracted to it. He liked looking, touching, and smelling. While it wasn't exclusively a kink, it still helped him get off. He definitely didn't ignore it in bed.
“Rinse.” Gunil said.
Jooyeon turned around, keeping his eyes closed. Gunil stepped to his side for better reach as he helped the water through Jooyeon’s hair. This was heaven, in Gunil’s opinion. He was already grieving the end of their shower.
Gunil stepped back in front of him. Before Jooyeon could turn again, Gunil kissed him. Jooyeon’s eyes were closed, so he moved slowly, but Jooyeon readily accepted and set his hands on Gunil’s waist. He slid over to his tummy, warm palm below his belly button, fingers splaying down to his groin. Gunil shuddered. He stumbled a tiny step into him. Jooyeon continued down, and Gunil stopped him when his fingertips reached the base of his cock. Gunil pulled away from the kiss after a few moments. He urged Jooyeon to turn back around.
Gunil got Jooyeon’s (even fancier) conditioner and started combing it through the length of his hair. The shine and silk of it made Gunil’s cock twitch. He liked feeling it glide between his fingers, the softness when he massaged it between his fingertips. He spent too much time conditioning.
Gunil soon found himself with one hand in Jooyeon’s hair, the other around his cock. Gunil’s eyes were closed as he stroked himself. He let himself get lost in Jooyeon’s silkiness.
“You're just gonna ignore me?” Jooyeon teased. He took the hand that was in his hair and guided it to his dick.
Gunil hadn't realized he'd been brushing up against his ass as he jerked off. (He hadn't even made the conscious decision to touch himself.) Quickly, he pulled away his hand, putting it back in Jooyeon’s hair, and stopped jerking off to use that hand on Jooyeon’s dick instead. Jooyeon was already hard, and Gunil pumped him slowly. He wound Jooyeon’s long hair around his fist and held tightly.
Jooyeon moaned quietly. He set a hand on the wall next to them for stability. Gunil pressed their bodies together, hard-on against Jooyeon’s ass, his forehead on his shoulder. He stroked faster. Jooyeon pushed into him, almost grinding on Gunil’s dick, and Gunil tightened his hold on Jooyeon’s hair, craning his head back an inch. Jooyeon groaned. Gunil guided him to the side and nuzzled his face into the crook of his neck. He licked and sucked and bit, ignoring the chemical traces of the conditioner.
“Fuck, Gunil,” Jooyeon breathed, “f… finger me, too.”
“Later.” Gunil mumbled. He’d need two hands to do that and jerk him off, and he wasn’t about to let go of his hair. Not now, not when it felt so good against his palm.
Jooyeon whined. He didn’t ask again, though, and let Gunil bring him to his climax without another word. His knees almost buckled, but Gunil held him up. And he tried to turn around once he was done, but Gunil wrapped an arm around his waist and hugged strongly, the other hand still in his hair, grinding against him. Jooyeon leaned on the wall in front of him. He let out little whimpers as Gunil humped him. To push himself over the edge, Gunil brought his fistful of Jooyeon’s hair to his face to dig his nose into and press his lips against. The conditioner was rinsed away by now, but Gunil wouldn’t have cared if it wasn’t.
Gunil took a few long moments to calm down. Eventually, he let go of him, fingers aching as he pried them out of the tight fist they’d been in. Jooyeon turned around as soon as he could. He (dangerously) pushed Gunil against the wall behind him with a hard kiss.
“Let me finish.” Gunil said, out of breath, fingers drawn back to his hair. “And you should wash your body again to get the conditioner off—”
“Will you at least fuck me after we do all that?” Jooyeon asked, barely separating to talk.
Gunil nodded. Still kissing, but slower now, he urged Jooyeon a couple of steps back to get his head under the water. Gunil officially rinsed his hair, then took a long while washing his body again. He wanted to fuck him, of course, but he could wait. He liked Jooyeon like this. Wet, warm, soft, gentle, smooth.
Jooyeon ended up shutting off the water without warning and dragging him to the bed.
“Let's take a break.” Gunil announced, eyes on Jooyeon.
There was maybe one sigh of relief, the rest of them silent as they removed themselves from their instruments. They either left the practice room entirely or sat or laid on the floor.
Gunil didn't like overworking them, but didn't have a choice most of the time. He called a break mostly for Jooyeon, who was stressed enough that his hair was annoying him. He didn't seem to have a headband or hair tie, and was getting upset his hair was in his face. Gunil got up to check in his own bag.
Jooyeon was rifling through his own for the third time. An hour ago, he’d asked Hyeongjun if he had an extra hair tie, and came up empty. He’d played it off as “fine”, but Gunil could tell he was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Jooyeon,” Gunil called. He held up a hair tie he didn't know he had. Jooyeon looked beyond relieved. He reached out for it, but Gunil said, “Let’s sit.”
They didn't need to talk as they sat on the floor near the wall, Gunil behind Jooyeon. Gunil had also brought over his hairbrush he kept for Jooyeon. He didn't take it out often, a little embarrassed to carry around a Jooyeon-specific brush, but thought now was necessary.
Gunil gently brushed his hair to the back. He was amazed that it was always so soft. Jooyeon’s posture immediately deflated. Gunil imagined his eyes were closed, lips parted. Utterly relaxed. Gunil was stupidly proud of himself when he made Jooyeon like this.
“Sometimes I just wanna cut it all off.” Jooyeon murmured.
Gunil’s brushing faltered and his heart spasmed. “I-I think you look good with long hair.” He stuttered out.
“I know. I do too.” Jooyeon said. “It's just hard to take care of.”
Gunil put care into collecting his hair as neatly as possible at the base of his neck before gently wrapping the hair tie around it.
“I can help.” Gunil said quietly. He tightened the hair tie, then fussed with smoothing his hair down again.
“You already do, baby.” Jooyeon said.
Gunil blushed. Jooyeon turned around. He surveyed the room, and then kissed Gunil, short and soft. Gunil tried to follow him when he broke away.
“I'm not gonna cut it, don't worry.” Jooyeon said.
That hardly relaxed Gunil; he didn't know Jooyeon had thought about ruining it at all. He merely nodded. He stood, and before helping Jooyeon up, pressed a kiss to the top of his head. He called the practice back in session. Seeing Jooyeon more relaxed made him feel good.
Gunil wanted to push him against the wall, take a fistful of his pretty hair and yank his head to the side, drag his tongue from his collar bone to his ear, then tighten his grip and crane his head back to do the same to his throat, then shove him to his knees and hold his pretty hair out of his face, make sure no strands fell into his teary eyes, then pull him up and turn him around to grab his pretty hair and fuck him against the wall.
Jooyeon was sweaty. His hair was sticking to his forehead and temples and the back of his neck. They were off stage now, waiting to leave again, and Jooyeon was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, calming down. Gunil could barely contain himself. He wanted to jump on him.
He had to wait until they got back to the hotel. Gunil fidgeted the whole ride, trying to distract himself from thinking about Jooyeon laying on his back with his hair fanned out around him like a halo. (Not that Jooyeon only looked like an angel in bed. He always looked angelic. That's who he was.)
Jooyeon was blissfully unaware of Gunil’s torrent of lewd thoughts about him. That is, until Gunil finally got them alone in their room. He didn't want to come off as aggressive, so he pushed Jooyeon against the door as gently as he could muster. Jooyeon still let out a little noise of surprise, but eagerly kissed back. Gunil flipped the lock.
“How long have you been waiting?” Jooyeon asked, smiling a bit.
Gunil had realized he was thinking about Jooyeon a little too often around the middle of their set, but his desire solidified when he saw Jooyeon, tired and wet, once they were done. He didn't reply and pushed his fingers through Jooyeon’s hair to hold his head. He wasn't sweaty anymore, but parts of his hair were slightly stiff from the dried dampness. Gunil groaned and kissed harder.
“Fuck, baby,” Jooyeon sighed. He urged Gunil backwards, moving them to the bed. “You want it hard, hm?”
Gunil blushed, though he was the one that started all this. Jooyeon was right. Gunil figured he knew this and pushed him to lay down. He straddled him and carefully brushed his hair to rest around him on the pillow before dipping down to get his mouth on his neck. Jooyeon set a hand on his head.
“I've been meaning to ask, baby,” Jooyeon started.
Gunil tugged down his shirt to expose his collar bone. He nipped at it, then the dip between the two of them, skin still a little salty with dried sweat, and continued up his throat. Jooyeon’s words vibrated against him as he spoke.
“Does my hair turn you on?”
Gunil paused.
“Well, I know the answer, but I guess I mean when we're not being sexual.” Jooyeon continued. “When you just play with it sometimes, are you thinking about fucking me?”
Gunil blushed. He sat up, and he avoided eye contact by slipping his hands under Jooyeon’s shirt and petting his tummy.
“No. It's just… I don't know. Pretty. Nice to look at.” Gunil murmured.
“And touch.”
Gunil nodded once.
“And smell?”
Gunil shrugged.
“Why are you shy?”
Gunil glanced at him. Because this was the first time it was said out loud. Because there was a lot more to it than that it was merely nice to see and touch and smell. And a lot more than just pretty.
“I like it. I like that you like it. I just wanted to hear it from you.”
Gunil glared at him weakly. “That's mean.” He mumbled.
Jooyeon chuckled. He tugged up his shirt, giving Gunil more canvas to study. Gunil cupped his chest and thumbed at his nipple. He leaned down to press his lips to it, hoping that’d be a good enough distraction. He didn't want to say anything about it. He didn't know what Jooyeon meant when he said he wanted to hear it from him. Wasn't what he said already enough? Did he have to go into detail?
“I never really thought about the length being attractive until you started paying attention to it.” Jooyeon said.
Gunil felt his hard-on on his tummy. He kissed down, giving tiny licks, grazing his lips over his soft skin, until he was blocked by his pants.
“I've definitely never met anyone that likes it as much as you do.”
Gunil paused. He kept his head down as he asked, “Is that okay?”
“Of course, baby.” Jooyeon said. He slipped his hands down to unbutton his pants.
Gunil watched him undo them and push them down. Gunil got his hand on him as soon as he could, massaging him over his underwear, but was still slow.
“Are you sure?” Gunil asked.
“Baby, I told you I like that you like it.” Jooyeon said, and Gunil could hear his smile. Slowly, Jooyeon pulled himself out of his underwear. “It's in my favor, isn't it?”
Gunil smirked, amused. It faltered, though, and he mumbled, “I just don't want you to think I'm weird.”
“Gunil,” Jooyeon chuckled.
Gunil ducked down and swallowed up his cock. They were talking too much. He was supposed to be worshiping Jooyeon by now.
“I would never.” Jooyeon told him.
He was too sincere for Gunil’s liking. Gunil buried his face in him, nose to his groin, hands on his waist for his thumbs to mold his soft tummy. Jooyeon groaned lowly. He curled his fingers in Gunil’s hair. Gunil arched his back, a tiny moan slipping out.
He kept his cock down his throat as long as he could, coming up only when he was out of breath. He kept him in his mouth, though, sucking on his tip as he held his base, staring as he fingered his hair. He played with it blatantly now that his secret was exposed (however ill-kept it had been before). Pubic hair gave Gunil different feelings than head hair. It was strictly sexual for him, and he especially liked it when he saw a peak under clothes. And he liked when it was wet and dark with lube or spit. And he loved that Jooyeon didn't shave.
Then Gunil got worried Jooyeon would point it out and stopped. He sat up and took Jooyeon’s clothes all the way off. He dug his hands under Jooyeon’s knees to push them to his chest and expose his hole. Jooyeon gasped when Gunil ran his tongue across it.
“Fuck, baby,” Jooyeon sighed. “Wait… can we—can we sixty-nine?”
Gunil didn't answer. He wanted his ass, and he couldn't reach it in that position. He dug his nose into his taint as he shoved his tongue deeper.
Jooyeon moaned, whining slightly. “It's not fair if I don't get to feel you, too.” He said quietly.
Gunil slowed. He was fine with the imbalance, but didn't want Jooyeon to get pouty. He gave himself a few more moments, licking and kissing and sucking as deep as he could, before sitting up. He took off his shirt. Jooyeon sat up on his elbows to watch. His eyes followed Gunil as he got off the bed to completely undress, and he still didn't look away when he took his own shirt off. It made Gunil both self-conscious and flattered. Gunil crawled back on the bed to get into position, kneeling over Jooyeon’s head. After Jooyeon guided him into a good angle, Gunil got his cock back in his mouth.
Jooyeon moaned, and the feeling of his voice on him made Gunil’s toes curl. He took Jooyeon deep again, nose on his balls. Jooyeon couldn't deepthroat, but Gunil didn't mind, because Jooyeon had his own fun while he blew him. And Jooyeon would always focus on his cockhead, getting Gunil red and leaky and sensitive and needy.
Gunil sat up when he needed air, keeping a hand around his base and the other massaging his balls. He groaned when Jooyeon grabbed his ass and dug his fingers into him. He really tried to pay attention to Jooyeon only and not let the pleasure he was receiving get in the way of his job, but Jooyeon was enjoying himself in a very distracting way. Way too soon, Gunil was curling in on himself, trying not to moan too loud, hand absent-mindedly stroking Jooyeon’s cock when he remembered to. Jooyeon was good at reading Gunil, too, so he never got Gunil too close to the edge. All Gunil could do was merely attempt to make Jooyeon feel good.
Gunil mustered up the brainpower to take him back in his mouth. Jooyeon’s moan broke Gunil out of his spell. He swung his leg over and turned around, straddling him to dive down and kiss him.
“Fuck me.” Jooyeon breathed.
“I have to prep you.” Gunil mumbled. Their kisses were messy and noisy.
“Then do it.” Jooyeon told him.
But Gunil liked the feeling of them together too much. He liked their slick lips and their hard cocks against each other. He liked when Jooyeon set his hands on his ass and kneaded him. He liked Jooyeon’s tiny moan when he moved his kisses to his neck.
“Do it.” Jooyeon repeated, breathless.
Gunil pried himself off of him to get his bottle of lube. For a second, he debated finding a condom, then decided he was too horny to care. He didn't think Jooyeon would be too mad. Jooyeon stayed on his back, and Gunil knelt between his legs to push a lubed finger into his hole. He leaned on his elbow next to Jooyeon’s head (being careful not to pin his hair down) to continue their kiss. Jooyeon clung onto him as he worked him open, lips on his shoulder and nails in his back and one leg has been inching to wrap around Gunil’s waist for a few minutes now.
“Gunil,” Jooyeon whispered. He sounded ever so slightly pained.
Gunil ignored him so he could suck a hickey onto his neck.
“Gunil,” Jooyeon tried again. “I'm gonna cum, baby, fuck...”
Gunil stopped thrusting (three fingers by now), but stayed inside. He pressed his lips to the rosy mark he just left and wondered if Jooyeon could feel the bruise. He slipped his fingers out, trailing up his balls to wrap around his cock. He pumped once. Jooyeon jerked and whined.
“Don't make me beg.” Jooyeon mumbled.
Gunil smirked slightly. He removed his hand, but kept his lips on him, feeling the softness of them against each other, tasting his warmth with tiny licks.
“Gunil,” Jooyeon complained.
Gunil sat up. Jooyeon’s hair was messed up. Gunil combed his fingers through it, putting pieces on the correct sides of the part and detangling it. Jooyeon let him, though he was manually controlling his breathing and squirming at times. Gunil laid it around his head neatly.
“Ready?” Jooyeon asked quietly once Gunil stopped fussing.
Gunil nodded, took another moment to admire him, then moved. Jooyeon held his legs open on his own, and he even put them on Gunil’s shoulders when Gunil lined up. Gunil paused and looked at him, silently asking if he really wanted to go that hard right away. Jooyeon nodded once, shuffling closer. Gunil tried not to smirk.
Gunil pushed in slowly. Jooyeon watched the whole time, eyes glued to where they were connected. Gunil paused when he bottomed out. Jooyeon squirmed closer.
It'd be hypocritical if Gunil pointed out his eagerness, so he stayed quiet. He started thrusting. Jooyeon sighed and closed his eyes, relieved. He bit his lip when Gunil sped up. Gunil leaned over him, hands on either side of his head, watching his expressions morph. Jooyeon always looked a tiny bit upset when he was feeling good, but, after countless times of Gunil pausing to ask if he was okay and getting the same answer each time (usually “don't fucking stop”), he learned to interpret his expressions differently. Then, when he let Gunil in his entirely inside of him, when he was really feeling good, his whole body relaxed and his eyes shut halfway and his jaw hung open. He laid and took it.
Jooyeon got to that point soon tonight. He laid, fucked-out, floppy, and Gunil watched him, loving how peaceful he looked and the tiny noises that were escaping his parted lips involuntarily. Gunil’s tummy was fizzing with heat, almost uncomfortably so, needing a release. Jooyeon seemed to be getting close, too, so Gunil didn't feel too bad about how short he was lasting.
Gunil lowered to his elbows, careful once again to not lean on his hair. Jooyeon whined, deliciously needy, as Gunil’s cock plunged deeper. Jooyeon wrapped his legs around his waist and his arms around his shoulders.
“Harder, baby, fuck,” Jooyeon breathed. “I need you—need you, mmh,”
“Need you.” Gunil repeated. “Need you. Fuck.”
Jooyeon gave a low, throaty moan. He held onto him tighter. Gunil buried himself inside of him as deep as he could, cumming with a tiny whimper. Jooyeon jerked himself off with a few strokes. His hold on Gunil tightened even further, causing Gunil to collapse onto him, hiding his face in his hair. Jooyeon didn't seem to mind being folded in half.
“Holy fuck.” Jooyeon whispered.
Gunil chuckled breathlessly. He thrusted a couple more times, trying to gauge his appetite. Unfortunately, he was tired now (tonight’s concert was catching up to him), so he pulled out. Jooyeon unlatched his legs to let him do so. They kept their arms around each other and laid on their sides. Gunil brushed Jooyeon’s hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. Jooyeon kept his eyes closed as he settled his breathing.
“I don't think you're weird.” Jooyeon murmured.
Gunil laughed lightly. “Thanks.”
“Wait. I wanted to ask, too. When does my hair turn you on? Or is it only when we're already in bed?”
Gunil sighed, resigned. He decided to be grateful Jooyeon was just curious instead of judgemental.
“Depends, I guess.” Gunil said.
“On what? If you're already horny?”
Gunil blushed. His eyes were closed, and he hoped Jooyeon’s were, too, still. “Sure. Some things, like, trigger it, I guess… um, I like when you're sweaty.”
“Do you, baby?”
Gunil pushed his face in the pillow, whining petulantly.
“I'm not making fun of you.” Jooyeon chuckled. “I'm just curious. I just wanna be aware.”
“So you can make it worse for me?”
Jooyeon laughed. Then, smugly, he said, “Maybe.”
Gunil couldn't be too upset about that.