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The first time it happened, it was just past midnight and for a moment Yunho wasn’t sure he heard right over the music of the game he was playing. So, he pressed pause and waited and when mere moments later the timid knocking sounded again, Yunho immediately got up and walked to the door.

That shouldn’t have been San. His roommate was spending the night in Wooyoung’s room, and since the two of them were physically unable to stay away from each other (Yunho had witnessed them sleeping back to back after a pretty big argument despite still being mad because they got sad after fighting) the man was pretty sure nothing could have made him go back to their shared room. Besides, San had never bothered knocking before.

Opening the door, Yunho was surprised to find a very tired and very embarrassed looking Yeosang looking up at him, still dressed in practice clothing and with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Sorry for knocking this late, I hope I’m not bothering you” he said, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and shifting his weight between one foot and the other.

Yunho immediately shook his head and took a step back, signalling his teammate to come inside, before closing the door behind him “Not at all, I was just playing a game. I didn’t know you were still at practice” He said then, plopping down on his desk chair and looking up at Yeosang with a small smile. The other had been exercising a lot lately, often alone and late at night, when the studio was mostly empty, and Yunho had started to notice a lot of improvement on his part, both in his physique and in his performance.

The man still looked a bit uneasy, duffle bag still slung over his shoulder.

“Yeah, I just came back and...” pausing, he sighed and run a hand through his hair “Actually, I need a favour” he finished then, finally dropping his duffle bag on the floor and looking Yunho in the eyes. The man nodded then, signalling him to go on, a bit worried by the uneasiness the other was displaying.

“Can I stay here tonight? I’m pretty sure my room is...off-limits” he said then, his cheeks immediately reddening, and Yunho immediately understood what he was hinting at. So apparently not only woosan were okay, they also took advantage of Yeosang late practice.

Smiling, he nodded “Yeah sure, do you want to take a shower? I’ll find you some pyjamas to change into” Yeosang looked relieved at his words, like he didn’t expect Yunho to host him, which was absolutely ridiculous of course since Yunho’s room was always open if someone needed him or a place to stay.

After all, he hadn’t self-proclaimed himself as Ateez’s boyfriend for nothing.

“Yes, thank you so much hyung. I’ll go take a shower” Yeosang said then, giving him a smile, before heading towards the bathroom and disappearing behind the door.

Yunho immediately got up then, selecting a pair of pyjama shorts, an old, soft band shirt and also a pair of his newest underwear, just in case. Then, he passed the bundle to Yeosang, who took it with a grateful smile, and while he waited for him to finish his shower, he started his game again.

He didn’t hear his bedroom door open again, so he jumped a bit when he heard Yeosang’s voice right behind him “I look like a child wearing his father’s clothes” he said and when Yunho paused the game again and turned around, he found him watching him with a smile “Did I scare you?” he added, when Yunho said nothing of his first statement, probably thinking that the reason the man was looking at him in silence was because he had startled him.

But actually, Yunho was just fondly contemplating the way Yeosang looked just too adorable and soft in his too big clothes.

“It would take a lot more than that to scare me. Anyway, you look cute” he said, smiling, and with that he got to see Yeosang blush and smile back at him. But then, before the other man could think too much of it, Yunho took his controller and handed it to him “Wanna play?” he asked, but before Yeosang could answer, he had already pulled San’s desk chair over, signalling him to sit down.

The man smiled then and complied, sitting down and thankfully a taking Yunho’s controller into his hand “You’ll have to guide me, it’s been long since I’ve played this game” he said and finally, at Yunho’s affirmative nod, he pressed play.

-

After that day, it became usual for them to shelter each other when they got, unintentionally or not, sexiled by their roommates.

After all, despite the fact that not being able to sleep in their own room at times was a bit annoying, both Yunho and Yeosang loved Wooyoung and San too much to deprive them of the possibility to be alone at home, the only place in which they could be together and be affectionate towards each other as much as they wanted. So, they both started keeping a change of clothes in the other’s room, and everyone was happy with this arrangement (especially Wooyoung and San when they found out).

However. Hovewer, that didn’t mean things always went smoothly.

For instance, that night San had forgotten (again) to notify Yunho not to go back to their shared room, since he and Wooyoung were busy, and that was how the man found himself standing outside of Yeosang’s room, after coming back from a late – very late – singing practice, hoping the man wasn’t already sleeping, since the rest of the house (except, obviously, San and Wooyoung) apparently was.

“Yunho? Oh God, they’re still at it?” Yeosang said as a greeting as soon as he saw him standing before his door, and immediately stepped back, letting him in and closing the door “I’m sorry, I thought they were already finished, I would have texted you otherwise” the man added, as Yunho wordlessly stepped into the room.

“It’s not your fault that they have infinite stamina, Yeo. I only wish San would have warned me, I almost walked in on them. Again” he said, sighing and looking at Yeosang, only then noticing the opened laptop on the man’s bed and the darkness in the room “I’m glad I didn’t wake you. Were you watching a movie?” he asked, as he started changing into his pyjama, putting his haphazardly folded clothes on Yeosang’s desk chair.

The man nodded, and sat back down on the bed “Yeah, couldn’t sleep. Wanna join me? It just started” he said then, as Yunho finally managed to put his shirt on and meet his eyes in the near darkness of the room.

“Yeah sure, scoot over” he said walking towards the bed, and Yeosang did, sliding under the covers and repositioning his pillow against the headboard.

Their beds weren’t particularly big, so when Yunho slid under the covers too, pressing close to Yeosang so that the man could balance his laptop on both their thighs, their bodies touched from their shoulders down to their calves, and the man immediately felt himself relax against the warmth radiating from the man beside him. On a whim, he slid his arm up and around Yeosang’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

Yeosang said nothing to this, but when Yunho turned his head slightly, he found him smiling faintly, letting himself lean on him and rest his head against his chest. Then, he pressed play.

-

Yunho didn’t know how much time passed, he only knew that he must have fallen asleep at some point, because when he opened his eyes, the room was dark, Yeosang laptop dead but miraculously still propped on their legs, and the other man was snoring softly against Yunho’s chest, one hand pressed against his stomach.

Yawning, Yunho took the laptop and placed it on the floor beside the bed, careful not to move too harshly and wake the man sleeping in his arms. Then, since his sleepy brain didn’t see any point in moving from the warmth Yeosang’s body was providing, Yunho just slid lower under the covers, bringing the man with him, until he was fully lying down on his back and his bandmate was using him as big, warm pillow, head on his chest and arm slung across his body.

A smile formed on Yunho’s lips, and his eyes immediately dropped closed.

-

The first thing Yunho noticed as he woke up, was that he felt extremely warm. The second, was that someone was letting out soft puffs of breath right against his neck, unintentionally tickling him.

The short rumble of laugh he let out was low, his voice hoarse, but it was apparently enough to wake the person currently latched to him, because as Yunho opened his eyes, he felt Yeosang first burrow his face into his neck and take a deep breath and then immediately freeze as he realized where he was and who he was lying on.

“Fuck sorry” he mumbled, drawing back a bit, and Yunho let him, even though he had been enjoying the closeness “Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you” he added then, dropping down on his side on the bed, still facing Yunho and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

At that, Yunho did the same, turning on his side and giving him a soft smile “No worries, Yeo. Actually, I slept better than I had in a long time. I missed cuddling in bed” Yunho didn’t miss Yeosang slight blush at his words, even in the scarce light filtering through the window. It must have still been really early.

“Right. I imagine San doesn’t come to cuddle with you near as much since him and Wooyoung finally got together, right?” Yeosang asked then, sliding one arm under the pillow and placing the other on the top of the mattress, between his and Yunho’s body.

That was an invitation if Yunho ever saw one, so he didn’t hesitate to slide his hand up, placing it atop Yeosang’s and slotting their fingers together. The small smile curving the younger’s lips told Yunho that he was hoping for that outcome.

“No, you’re right. San always came to me in the past but since he got together with Wooyoung he seldom comes to me. Don’t tell him I said this, but I miss cuddling him to sleep” he said then, while he mindlessly caressed Yeosang’s hand with his thumb.

After that, silence fell in the room, and Yunho could feel his eyes starting to drop again, until suddenly he felt the hand that was squeezing Yeosang’s being pulled up and then he himself being pulled forward by his hip, his head coming to rest against a warm, solid chest.

As he opened his eyes, he found himself staring right at Yeosang’s disney t-shirt-covered chest

“We could cuddle too, sometimes. If you want. Just...you know, tell me when you feel like it? We’re basically roommates at this point” he said a moment later, and despite Yunho not being able to see his face, he was pretty sure the man was still blushing.

So, he just nodded and hugged Yeosang tighter, slinging an arm over his hip and pressing his nose against his pulse point, breathing in deeply. He didn’t miss the shiver coursing through the younger’s body at that.

“Thank you, Yeo”

“Anytime”

-

That first night of cuddles, started Yunho new favourite thing and he wasn’t even marginally upset anymore when he and Yeosang had to room together due to the lovebirds needing the room to themselves.

Besides, the best part was that Yeosang, reserved Yeosang, whom between all the Ateez members was the one who seldom actively sought skinship off camera, seemed to look forward to those times as well. It made Yunho feel somehow special, to be able to see that side of him so often, to have the man fall asleep to him running his long fingers through his hair, or letting himself be held against his chest, head having found the perfect resting spot between his neck and shoulder.

On some nights, they cuddled and immediately fell asleep, tired from the day, but some other nights, they watched a movie, huddled under together under the covers, or took turns playing with Yunho’s switch, or just lied there, pressed close and each scrolling through their phone in companionable silence, until sleep started making their limbs feel heavy and their eyes drop.

But Yunho’s favourite nights where those when they found themselves cuddling under the covers and their conversations, as it often happens with the favour of night and darkness, became deep and meaningful, sharing things they probably wouldn’t have otherwise.

It was one of those nights when, hiding his face in the crook of Yunho’s neck, Yeosang let out in a faint voice “I like men”

The conversation had started, as it often did, with the topic of their roommates. But instead of staying playful and light, they had soon dived into dangerous territory, probably skirting the edge of what was or wasn’t proper to discuss in bed with your bandmate. But Yunho wasn’t running away and neither was Yeosang, and when the man whispered those words against his skin, he felt the corners of his lips turn up into a smile.

“I do too. I mean, I guess I don’t really care? If I like someone, I like them, full stop” he said then, drawing back a little so that he could at least look at Yeosang in the eyes while he said this.

Their preferences weren’t secrets, per se, but more of non-spoken facts that, except for San and Wooyoung, had never been made explicit between all of them before.

For example, everyone knew that their leader and oldest member had this weird - and frankly painful to watch - skirting around each other thing, each waiting for the other to make a move, but no one referred to it explicitly for what it was.

They were just all hoping for them to get their shit together quickly, really, because If Yunho had to walk in on them looking at each other like they were two steps from going at it on the first available surface one more time, he was going to lock them in a room and have them confess himself.

But, back to the present moment, where Yeosang was smiling at him, embarrassed but evidently happy for having been able to share that part of him with someone else.

As it often happened when they were lying like that, their hands found each other on the mattress and Yunho squeezed his lightly, smiling back at him.

Silence fell then and Yunho’s gaze dropped on their joined hands, observing the way Yeosang’s hand disappeared between his own. He didn’t know why but that particular thought made him feel a bit... weird. All warm and tingly.

“Hyung, have you ever had sex with a man?” Yeosang’s question, blunt and direct as the man always was, caught Yunho unprepared and he nearly choked on his own spit.

“Sorry” Yeosang said a moment later, but when Yunho looked back at him he didn’t look sorry at all, amused smile curving his lips. It was a wonder how he managed to go from shy to feral in mere seconds.

Clearing his throat, Yunho resumed his position, unknowingly squeezing Yeosang’s hand a little bit tighter.

“Yes, I have, but not many times. You know, no privacy as a trainee” he said, trying for shrug and only half managing from him position on the bed. Then, since he felt like the conversation was already way past saving, he spoke again “You?”

Yeosang nodded at his question “Yes, but like you said, no privacy, so I managed to go all the way just a couple of times. I enjoyed it though” said this, he paused, and then chuckled, shaking his head “Sorry if I made this weird. It’s just...I never had someone with which to speak about this”

Yunho furrowed his brow at this “Not even with Wooyoung?” he asked, and Yeosang smiled at that.

“I mean, yes, but you know, it gets a bit embarrassing hearing about how he rides San into the mattress and vice-versa when we literally live together” he said with a low chuckle, and Yunho snorted at that, biting his lip in order not to laugh “Okay, point taken. I do talk with San sometimes, but you’re right, it gets a bit embarrassing after a bit, even though he’s less...explicit in what he tells me. Did you know that he and Wooyoung are each other’s firsts?”

Yeosang nodded, smiling “Yes, Wooyoung told me. He actually never really liked anyone like that before San, that’s why it was so hard for him to realize. Told me he drove San crazy”

Yunho rolled his eyes at that, sighing loudly “He drove all of us crazy. The tension was so high. If Seonghwa and Hongjoong were that bad, I would have locked them in a room together long ago”

A laugh escaped Yeosang’s mouth and Yunho joined too, trying not to be too loud.

Then, as he apparently was tired enough for his brain to mouth filter not to work anymore, his lips moved before he could really stop them “I like it when my partner plays with my fingers when we’re having sex”

Yeosang’s laugh got cut short, and he looked at him like he had just grown a second head, his hand going a bit rigid between his fingers, so Yunho was quick to explain himself.

“I mean, you said you wanted to talk about sex, so if you want, we can talk about it? I don’t have much experience as well, but well, we can share what we know?” Yunho could distinctly feel his cheeks redden as he said that, and he had to force himself not to let his voice crack with nerves, but in the end he managed.

Fortunately, Yeosang’s hand immediately relaxed back under his and the man smiled, nodding and shifting just a little bit closer under the covers.

“People always assume me to be submissive and the bottom, but in fact I like it both ways and I’m usually...mh, a bit dominant, you could say” when the words left Yeosang’s lips, Yunho tried very hard not to blush, but it was basically a lost cause when his brain decided to helpfully show him examples of what a dominant Yeosang would look like.

“They evidently don’t know you as well as your teammates do” Yunho said, trying to joke the awkwardness away but only half managing. Thankfully, the man didn’t seem to notice, smiling and rolling his eyes at him, so Yunho went on “Okay, so, if we’re talking about assumptions, obviously I’m assumed to be the top and exclusively dominant because I’m tall, and broad. Even with girls, they always had me take charge. Usually I don’t mind, but...” he had to stop for a moment, because what he was about to say was something no one knew about, not even Mingi, his closest friend. But he felt like he wanted someone to know, someone who could understand him without judging him. So, he took a breath, looking at Yeosang, who was patiently waiting for him to speak, and continued “I would like to lose control sometimes, being told what to do, being pushed around a little”

When he finally let it all out, he felt light, like he had pushed a weight down from his chest. Yeosang wasn’t laughing at him nor judging him and Yunho felt good sharing this with him.

“Thank you” he told him, and at that Yeosang raised an eyebrow “For what? It should be me thanking you for sharing all this with me. But I really think we should sleep right now, tomorrow we have an early morning”

Yunho nodded at that and wordlessly turned on his other side, scooting back until he felt Yeosang move too and press his body along his back, arm coming to circle around his torso and press on his chest.

“Goodnight Yunho-ya” Yeosang said, and Yunho didn’t even correct him, liking the sound of the endearment spoken with his deep voice. He just placed his hand atop Yeosang on his chest and squeezed lightly.

“Goodnight, Yeosangie”

-

Finally, the day had come.

Yunho sat down on the bed and looked around, checking if everything he needed was at arm’s reach. Tissues? Check. Lube? Double check. The dildo he had bought on a whim more than two years prior but rarely used for lack of alone time? Triple check.

Because that day he was miraculously alone at home, teammates either in the studio or in the practice room, and he absolutely was going to take advantage of his free time.

Satisfied with the arrangement, Yunho immediately took off his clothes, seeing no point in keeping them on and risking soiling them, and threw them haphazardly at the foot of his bed, before lying down and stretching his body, trying to relax.

He was so tense, those days, both physically and mentally and he hoped that taking a bit of time to take care of himself would help him unwind a little.

He started slowly, since he could, closing his eyes and running his hands up and down his own body, caressing himself softly, the tips of his fingers brushing his quickly warming skin. Usually, whenever he did this, he never thought about anything in particular, just letting himself feel the different sensations.

He started like that, just feeling, fingers sending shivers through his body, short nails delicately running along his body, and when he finally let himself brush his nipples, he scratched lightly.

A short gasp fell from his lips then, and he could feel himself starting to get hard. However, avoiding his cock for the moment, he took both of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger and started rubbing them more insistently, until they were hard and red and getting progressively more sensitive. Ha had always liked playing with his nipples, and liked even more when his partners played with them, especially when they took them into their mouth and run their tongue on them, sucking lightly.

Yunho never thought about anything specific while he got off, but suddenly, as his hand run down across his stomach and past his v-shape, closing itself around the base of his cock, fully hard by then, he had the sudden vision of a very pink and very specific pair of lips closing around one of his nipples.

His eyes snapped open immediately, and he let out a hard moan, as his hips instinctually jerked up, his body searching for the friction his tight fist was providing.

Okay, what the hell. That was a first. A very wrong, very taboo first which he should lock away and never think about ever again.

So, focusing very hard, pun not intended, on the texture of the bottom of the top bunk, Yunho forced his mind to get back on track, locking every single thought of pretty pink lips and caramel eyes away. Needing a distraction, he reached for the lube and after uncapping it and coating two of his long fingers, he pulled his legs towards his body and let them fall open, reaching down.

It had been some months since the last time he had the occasion to finger himself, so he went slowly, caressing his rim with the tip of his fingers first, massaging the muscle and only when he felt relaxed enough, he started pushing in, bit by bit, while with the other hand he lazily pulled on his cock, trying to distract himself from the initial weirdness of the sensation.

His eyes dropped closed again as his first finger was finally all the way in, and his mouth fell open on a moan when he managed to brush his prostate at the first try. Having such long fingers really came in handy sometimes, especially when you had such a big body like he did and no one to do the work for you.

Besides, Yunho liked fingering himself. It was relaxing, and the orgasms he reached like that always reduced him to a loose, incoherent, babbling mess, and he loved it.

So, what if one of his most secret fantasies was having someone watching him as he fingered himself, what about it. To each one their own, he guessed. Maybe he should share that with Yeosang the next time they talked about sex, because speaking with the other man about the things he liked always made him feel more valid, less awkward.

And, again, what if Yunho had started to notice the fact that their desires and wants matched freakishly often. What about it. It wasn’t like something was going to happen between them.

Still, what did happen in that moment, was that Yunho found himself with two fingers deep in his ass and a hand tight around his cock, yet again thinking about Yeosang, and absolutely unable to stop.

“Fuck” he cursed, as his mind supplied him with a pretty accurate image of the man sitting beside him on the bed, looking down at him and caressing his hair, praising him, telling him to stroke faster, push his fingers deeper, and...

Someone knocked on the door.

Yunho went rigid in an instant, not moving, not even breathing. Fuck, no one should have come back yet, what the hell?!

“Hyung? Are you inside? I think I left my laptop in your room yesterday; I came back to get it” fuck. It was Yeosang at the door. Yunho immediately took his fingers out, grabbing a tissue and cleaning himself as fast as he could, while he looked around the room and, yes, there it was, Yeosang’s laptop, perched atop his own on his desk, innocently looking back at him.

Okay, so, Yeosang was going to come inside in a matter of seconds either way, had he answered or not. So, Yunho thought quickly. He put both the lube and his dildo under his pillow and threw himself under the covers, pulling them to his chin, and made sure his hard on wasn’t too obvious in the dim light of the room.

“Yeah, it’s here! Come on in” he called out then, hoping his voice wasn’t too shaky. He could feel himself blush as soon as the door opened and Yeosang appeared on the other side, but he prayed that the other man wouldn’t notice.

“Oh, I’m sorry, were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to wake you” he said, as soon as he realized he was under the covers, and Yunho thanked whoever was up there for small mercies “Don’t worry Sangie, after all it’s still afternoon, you couldn’t have known. Why are you back already?” he asked then, trying to distract the man so he wouldn’t notice his dishevelled appearance. After taking his laptop from the desk, Yeosang turned m back around to face him.

“I already finished practice and there was nothing for me to do at the studio, so I came back. Oh yeah, guess what happened today” Yunho tried very hard not to flinch when instead of getting straight out of the room, Yeosang came to sit on the edge of his bed, smiling at him.

Yunho knew he should have been happy about the fact that the man wanted to share his day with him, but...he was having quite a hard time at the present time, pun absolutely intended, and wanted nothing else but his teammate to get out of his room so that he could finally take care of himself, since his traitorous cock hadn’t softened even a bit since the interruption, rather, Yunho felt like it had gotten even harder, if that was even possible.

“No, what happened?” he asked, trying to smile but probably managing something more akin to a grimace. Obviously, since his life was a mess and his luck worked on even days, Yeosang noticed.

“Hyung, are you okay? You seem a bit flushed. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” he asked, and when he brought his hand up, brushing Yunho’s hair out of the way and resting it against his warm forehead, the man shuddered in oversensitivity, eyes dropping closed and lips parting on a breathy exhale.

He was so, so screwed. Because Yeosang wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t being exactly sneaky, too overwhelmed by the other proximity and his own arousal. So, when he opened his eyes and their gazes met, he saw realization taking over the other’s features.

“Oh. You weren’t sleeping, were you. I’m sorry, I should have warned you I was coming back” he said then, dropping his hand down and giving him an apologetic smile. Yunho tried to smile as well, but he could still feel his cheeks burn and the fact that Yeosang was still sitting beside him and was by then aware of the fact that he had interrupted him jerking off didn’t help at all.

He was about to tell Yeosang that it was okay, that he didn’t need to worry and that if he could, pretty pretty please leave, Yunho was more than happy to pick up from where he had left off with renewed vigour, when the man spoke again, catching him off guard.

“Do you need a hand?” okay, maybe catching him off guard was an understatement.

“Say what” Yunho croaked out, his voice breaking at the end, thinking he ears were betraying him. But when he met Yeosang’s eyes, the man didn't appear to be laughing at him nor mocking him. Instead, he let the hand he had dropped on the bed come to rest atop Yunho’s thigh, squeezing it softly over the covers.

“As an apology for interrupting” he just said, looking down at him with those warm caramel eyes, the words falling easy as anything from his lips, as though he was offering to help Yunho cook dinner, not helping him get off.

Oh dear, Yeosang wanted to help him get off.

Apparently, since Yunho was still silent and motionless, mouth agape, Yeosang interpreted that as him not being convinced by his proposition. So, letting his hand run along his thigh, he brought it to rest exactly where Yunho’s cock was, uncomfortably hard and pressing against the covers, no pressing down, but just resting there.

“I want to do it, hyung. You can close your eyes and think about someone else if you want, I don’t mind” and fuck, Yeosang bed voice was apparently even lower and impossibly warmer than his normal one, and Yunho had absolutely no chance from the beginning.

“Okay” he breathed out, in his most unflattering tone ever, but Yeosang didn’t seem put off by that, rather, a smile appeared on his lips as Yunho gave him permission to “help” and he didn’t waste any time in standing up to close and lock the door and place his laptop back on the desk, before coming back to the bed “Are you naked under there?” he asked, smiling at him and nodding at the comforter, and Yunho nearly moaned in embarrassment, because really Yeosang.

“Yes” he managed to say, looking up at Yeosang, still standing beside his bed, who just smiled and nodded at the covers again “Show me” he just said, and that time Yunho really did moan. Fuck Yeosang for using his weakness against him, fuck him. But also, damn, that was hot.

Despite his embarrassment, he did as he was told and pushed the comforter down, trying not to feel too embarrassed by the fact that he was butt naked and hard in bed, while Yeosang was looking at him while completely dressed and apparently also completely unbothered.

The man was running his eyes all along his body, smiling appreciatively, but Yunho wanted his hands on him instead so, fighting his embarrassment and trying to get his attention, he stretched his arms over his head and smiled up at him “Now?” he asked then, playing along. If the raised eyebrow and smile Yeosang threw at him were any indication, he seemed to appreciate that.

“Keep your arms there. Don't move” the man answered immediately, commanding tone going straight to Yunho’s cock. Then, he finally got on the bed, kneeling right between the taller man’s legs, hands coming to rest atop his strong thighs.

“I think I know the answer, but have you hooked up with anyone since our last check up?” Yeosang asked him then, not hiding where his gaze had ended up to, and Yunho could feel his cock get impossibly harder under the attention. God that was embarrassing.

“No, haven’t in...in a long time” he said a moment later, gulping “But why are you ask...oh” Yunho’s question got cut short when Yeosang lied down between his legs and, without much ado, closed his hand around the base of his cock and his lips around the tip.

“Fuuuuck” sighed Yunho then, eyes dropping closed and head falling back on the pillow, while Yeosang started sucking him off in kind, without a hint of teasing, seemingly doing his outmost to give him with his lips and tongue the most pleasure he could.

“Shit” Yunho cursed, voice breaking on a moan, as he forced himself to keep his hips still and his arms where Yeosang had told him to. But it wasn’t an easy feat, because the man was good and Yunho was already riled up, still on edge from his earlier solo session.

That evidently wasn’t Yeosang first time giving head, because he obviously knew what he was doing, where to press his tongue, how hard to suck and how deep to take Yunho without choking but still reducing him to a blabbering mess. He didn’t try deepthroating him, but Yunho didn’t blame him, since he knew his cock, like the rest of him, wasn’t exactly small.

It wasn’t vanity, it was just a stated fact, and it seemed like Yeosang had realized it as well, because a moment later he slid off his cock, sucking on the tip as he drew back, and looked up at him, while with his hand he kept stroking him.

“Your body is so... proportionate, it’s unfair, really. You had to be tall and be big too, hadn’t you” he said, with the straightest face ever, and Yunho could do nothing but splutter out an embarrassed “Thanks” while he tried to hide his face behind his arm.

Yeosang didn’t answer him verbally, but instead he took his hand off Yunho’s cock and, together with his other one, brought them under his thighs. The instant the taller man realized what the man was trying to do, he also realized that if he did that, he was sure to find out exactly what Yunho had been up to when he interrupted him.

Still, he wasn’t quick enough to find an excuse not to let him, so when Yeosang pushed his legs up, letting him rest them over his shoulders, Yunho automatically covered his eyes with one hand, while the other stayed pressed on his pillow, holding on for dear life.

“Oh fuck” came Yeosang’s voice a moment later, like clockwork, and Yunho bit his lip in embarrassment, ready for whichever comment the man had in store for him. However, what he didn’t expect, was to feel a gentle pressure at his hole, Yeosang’s finger cautiously rubbing the tender muscle, before slowly dipping inside, his still slicked rim allowing the digit access without any resistance.

“Is this okay?” Yunho might have been imagining things, but it seemed to him like Yeosang’s voice was breathier and throatier than before, as he posed the question, and when he nodded, letting out a choked “Yes” as an answer, it might have also been his wishful thinking letting him hear a low groan let out against the soft skin of his thigh.

In any case, what he got out of it was Yeosang pressing one finger inside his still sensitive and stretched out hole and sinking down on his cock again. The man built up a rhythm, stroking Yunho with one hand and fingering him with the other, while he bobbed his head up and down on his lap, always sucking on the upstroke, occasionally stopping on the tip and doing something absolutely sinful with that tongue of his.

He got all of this by sensation only because Yunho still hadn’t been able to take his arm off his face and look down, to see what was actually going on between his legs. However, he was getting painfully close, because Yeosang had finally managed to find his prostate and was showing no mercy, torturing the sweet little spot non-stop since then, so he absolutely needed to get at least a glance before it was all over. So, he finally removed his arm from his face and lowered his gaze.

What he didn’t expect, was the sight of Yeosang pretty pink lips wrapped around his hard and leaking cock, fingers of his right hand pressed deep inside him, to send him basically tumbling off the edge in mere seconds, giving him no time to warn the younger.

He came for what felt like ages, orgasm intense like it hadn’t been in years, Yunho’s body shaking with the force of it. Not to be dramatic, but he was pretty sure he blacked out for a couple of seconds, if the white light exploding behind his eyelids and faint ringing in his ears were any indication.

When he came back to himself, the first thing he did was look down, an apology ready on his lips, but it died there. Because, Yeosang, who apparently hadn’t moved much from his position between Yunho’s legs, was currently leaving kisses along his lower stomach, warm lips pressing lightly on his heated skin.

Then, as he moved his head on the side, kissing his inner thigh, Yunho finally had a clear vision of his cock, lying completely spent and perfectly clean on his also perfectly clean stomach.

Fuck.

Something that was between a gasp and a moan left Yunho’s lips, and that seemed to finally catch Yeosang’s attention, because the man stopped in his tracks and finally looked up, resting his head against the inside of his thigh.

If Yunho had expected him to look annoyed at him for his terrible blowjob etiquette, he needed to think again. Because Yeosang was smiling up at him instead, an eyebrow raised and amusement in his caramel eyes.

“Good?” he asked, as he finally disentangled himself from Yunho’s long legs, and the man could only nod dumbly as an answer. However, as Yeosang finally sat up and made to stand, Yunho remembered his bedside manners and pushed himself up, stopping him with an hand on his thigh.

“Wait! Do you want me to...oh” looking down on Yeosang’s lap, Yunho had expected him to have gotten, well, at least a little bit turned on by what he had just done? So, when he immediately noticed the very noticeable lack of a bulge in his shorts, he couldn’t help but feel more than a little disappointed in the fact.

“I’m okay, I’m going to brush my teeth” Yeosang just said then, tapping his hand and giving him a smile, before standing up and exiting this room in the direction of the bathroom.

As the door closed behind him, Yunho felt a peculiar feeling take over him. He couldn’t give it a name, but it smelled suspiciously of disappointment, with an hint of rejection. Blame his ego for hoping Yeosang was genuinely interested in him, at least physically speaking, and hadn’t gotten him off just as a favour.

Yunho felt a bit like sulking, but his dildo e lube were still under his pillow and his hands were still dirty. So, he sat up on the bed and immediately put his lube and dildo back in the wardrobe where they had been hidden. Then, as he had just put on a pair of boxers, his door opened and Yeosang re-emerged.

“Bathroom all yours” he said, taking his laptop from the desk and giving him a brief smile “I need to plug my laptop in” he said then, and Yunho considered it a goodnight.

Trying not to let his disappointment show, he smiled back at him “Okay, thank you again Sangie” he said then, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for his acting skills.

“No problem” the younger answered with a smile. Then, he opened the door and slipped out, closing it with a soft click behind himself.

Alone in the room, Yunho sighed, and after putting on a pair of boxers e made his way to the bathroom.

Not much time later, he was yet again lying in his bed, but instead of feeling relaxed and sated as he should have, he felt a bit hollow.

Okay, maybe he had come to think that maybe, maybe there could have been something between him and Yeosang. Yunho wasn’t going to call it love, because of course he loved him. Yunho loved each and every one of his teammates, his family members, his friends. But love for him had always been a complex feeling, and since it had always been difficult for him to distinguish, to label, he had simply stopped caring.

So, not love, but maybe a connection, something more immediate, more raw.

But apparently, he was wrong. Don’t misinterpret him, what he had with Yeosang was absolutely fine by him, there was nothing he would have changed. It was a pity, sure, after seeing how compatible the two of them apparently were in bed, but alas. If Yeosang didn’t like him that way, there was nothing he could do.

Deep as he was in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the door of his room opening and closing and the light steps echoing in the silence of the room. So, when he felt his mattress dip, he jumped a bit, immediately turning under the covers to check who the intruder was.

He didn’t expect to find Yeosang in the process of getting under the covers, hair fluffy and still a bit wet and smelling fresh out of the shower.

“Sorry, I thought you were really sleeping this time” he said, smiling smugly, but Yunho was too surprised to see him to give him a proper answer. So, instead he scooted back, making space under the covers for him “I thought you went back to your room” he said then, not very smartly, but Yeosang didn’t call him out on it, moving close to him and hugging him without a second thought, cheek resting on his chest and arm draping itself around his torso.

“I did, I plugged my laptop in, took a shower, and came back” he said easily, like that hadn’t just given Yunho’s mood a 180° turn. A smile appeared on his lips, and without thinking, the older man pressed his lips on the top of Yeosang’s head, rubbing the tip of his nose through his hair and holding him close.

“Thank you” he said, voice small.

Yeosang probably thought that he was still thanking him for the blowjob, because he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder and said nothing, but Yunho was okay with that. So, he just hugged him tighter and closed his eyes, willing to bask as much as he could in the afterglow and in the warmth Yeosang’s closeness provided.

In a matter of minutes, he was asleep.

-

If Yunho had expected things to be awkward between them the day after, he was wrong. After the initial embarrassment of waking up wrapped together in bed in the morning and remembering what had happened the day before, things went back to normal. Yeosang acted like he always did, both in front of him and in front of the team, and Yunho just followed his lead.

Point was...things were just too normal, and some little selfish part of Yunho, was a bit disappointed. Sure, he got a blowjob out of it, but he didn’t even get to get Yeosang off in return, for crying out loud. Also, the experience was pretty amazing, and he would have been absolutely interested in doing it again, and maybe some more.

However, he was also pretty sure at that point, based on the man’s reaction to the whole ordeal, that Yeosang really did it just as a helping out thing, and not because he was genuinely interested.

At least, it looked like he wasn’t going to cancel their cuddle routine anytime soon.

Such thoughts were going through Yunho’s mind as he was practicing on his own, going through a new choreography, eyes locked with his own reflection in the mirror. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear the room opening nor notice someone approaching him, until they were basically behind him.

“So, you and Yeosangie, mh?” the sudden question startled him so much that he nearly tripped on his own feet and fell on his face. Thankfully, he managed to regain his balance, and when he turned around, he was faced with Wooyoung’s most smug look paired with his signature shit eating grin.

“What?! What did he tell you?” he asked immediately, looking around, as though checking for hidden cameras or prying eyes. However, they were alone in the room, door closed, and Wooyoung was still smiling at him like he had intended for that to happen. He probably had, knowing him. Yunho wouldn’t be surprised if he had left San at the door, as a lookout.

Wooyoung’s smile only got wider “Him? Oh, nothing. But your reaction just told me that something really did happen. Spill, I want to know everything” by the time the man managed to tackle him and pull him down by his arm, to sit together with him on the floor, Yunho was sure his face was the colour of ripe tomatoes.

Sighing, he shook his head, leaning back against the practice room mirror. Okay, maybe talking with Wooyoung wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, he was the one who had known Yeosang for the longest time, and the two of them were good friends. Also, he and San were in a relationship, so maybe he could offer some valid advice, even though the situation wasn’t exactly the same.

“Okay, but please don’t judge me” he started then, and felt Wooyoung immediately intertwining their fingers and giving his hand a supportive squeeze, so he went on “So, you know how we started sleeping in each other’s rooms sometimes, to leave you and San alone, right?”

It was a rhetorical question, but Wooyoung answered nonetheless “Yes, for which we are and will always be thankful”

Yunho chuckled at this, shaking his head and tugging on Wooyoung’s hand “So remember to warn us when you want to be alone, you dummies. Anyway, yesterday something happened. Like, between us” saying this, Yunho lowered his gaze to the floor, too embarrassed to look at Wooyoung in the eyes.

“Okay, more like, he did something to me”

“Did he suck you off?” Wooyoung’s blunt question had Yunho spluttering, cheeks reddening even more than they already were, and that alone was probably already answer enough. Still, he nodded, and heard more than saw Wooyoung’s gleeful reaction.

“Oh, wow I didn’t think I was going to get it right. So, how was it?” at Wooyoung question, Yunho let his head drop down, forehead resting on his knees, and groaned in embarrassment “Good” he said, and then, because he didn’t think Wooyoung was going to be satisfied with such a simple answer, and also because the thought had been buzzing in his head since the day prior “Yeosangie was perfect...I’m just sorry he probably didn’t enjoy it as much as I did”

There was a moment of silence, after which Yunho felt a hand rest on his shoulder and squeeze. So, he raised his head and turned in Wooyoung’s direction, taking in the man’s frown.

“Why are you saying this? I mean, I know Yeosang, he wouldn’t do something just because. He hates doing things he doesn’t like” he said, but Yunho sighed and shook his head “No no, I know, it’s just...I hoped he was getting something out of it too, but...but he seemed completely unbothered by the end, so” Yunho hoped Wooyoung got the hint, because spelling out ‘He didn’t even get hard’ was a bit too much even for him.

However he expected Wooyoung to react to this revelation, he sure as hell didn’t expect him to start laughing out loud. If he was laughing at him or with him, was to be determined.

“No no okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, sorry” Wooyoung said after a moment, trying to stop laughing. However, as soon as he looked at Yunho’s confused expression, he was laughing again.

“Should I be offended?” asked Yunho after a moment, a small smile appearing on his lips despite him, Wooyoung’s laugh too infectious to be ignored. Finally, the man seemed to calm down.

“Yunho-ya, listen to me” he said, smile still in place, kneeling in front of him and placing both of his hands on his shoulders “If Yeosang asks, I said nothing, but...I surprised him in the bathroom this morning, furiously trying to clean his underwear, like a teenager after his first romp in the sheets. He denied everything, but I’m pretty sure he did enjoy it”

The revelation took Yunho so off guard that the man needed a couple of seconds to let it sink in. But then, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped open. Yeosang came in his pants. Yeosang came in his pants while sucking Yunho off. Not only did Yeosang enjoy what they did, but he enjoyed it a bit too much even.

Smiling smugly at him, Wooyoung put one finger under his chin and closed his mouth “Listen here Hyung, your precious friend has some advice for you” he said then, sitting down right in front of Yunho again and crossing his legs, prompting him to do the same.

The man blinked once, still shell shocked about the revelation, but then complied, nodding.

“Okay, so, you know how frustrated San was with me because, no matter what he did, I didn’t get the hint that he liked me?” Yunho nodded at this, because yes, he had an idea, since San had complained extendedly to him about Wooyoung’s excessive obliviousness.

“Good, Yeosangie? He's worse than me. Waaaay worse” he continued, shaking his head “And what happened with you it’s the proof. He probably thought you came because you thought about someone else or something” he finished, and Yunho bit his lip, because that had made him remember Yeosang telling him to close his eyes and think about someone else. However, despite his eyes being closed, he definitely wasn’t thinking about someone else.

“So, what should I do? Should I tell him directly that I...I enjoyed what we did and would very much like to do it again and maybe some more?” Yunho asked then, cheeks burning just thinking about approaching Yeosang and telling him just that.

But Wooyoung didn’t look convinced, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth “I mean, you could do that, I guess. Buuut I personally think a more...hands-on approach would be more effective on him” he said, smiling and wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously, and Yunho knew he was probably going to regret it, but he asked anyway “What do you suggest?”

Wooyoung clapped his hands together like a child at Christmas. Then he leaned in, beckoning him closer, a sly smile on his face “You, hyung, are going to drive him absolutely crazy. Render him unable to resist you. Make him understand that you want him. Think you can do it?” and really, Wooyoung knew that, like the aries he was, if you wanted to get Yunho to do something, playing on his competitive nature was the way to go.

So, there was absolutely no way he was going to back off from that particular challenge as well, especially when the prize was so alluring.

Finally smiling, Yunho nodded once and leaned in as well, grasping the hand Wooyoung was offering him “They don’t call me Yunhoe for nothing. I’m in”

-

A whole week after the start of the mission to drive Yeosang crazy, Yunho was convinced he was the one going crazy instead. With the direct help of Wooyoung, and the indirect help of San (who officially knew nothing but come on, there was no secret Wooyoung knew that San didn’t) Yunho had unleashed on Yeosang all his best flirting techniques, but with absolutely no result.

He started with a classic, the ‘Oh sorry I really need to reach over you to take that cup, which I absolutely need, don’t mind me plastering myself all over your back while I do that' which had the only effect to have a still sleepy Yeosang grumble at him in annoyance while he made coffee.

That same evening, while they all watched a movie together, Yunho tried another approach: since Yeosang was sitting between him and Wooyoung who, coincidentally, had insisted to hold all the popcorn in his lap, he had, very smoothly, leaned over Yeosang to reach the snack. Also coincidentally, that brought their faces very close together, their noses nearly brushing.

However, since apparently Yunho’s luck didn’t work when Yeosang was involved, the man looked extremely absorbed by the movie, and had barely noticed their closeness.

After that, Yunho decided to up his game.

The first move was pretty direct, but still possible to pass as a joke, had the occasion called for it: while practicing together, Yunho had made it his mission to dance as sensually as possible, while meeting Yeosang gaze all the times it was physically possible for him to do so. At one point, he even danced against him, arm around his shoulders, hand gliding on his waist. That, at least, seemed to get a reaction out of him, since Yunho was pretty sure he saw the man blush, while he swatted him away, telling him to stop joking around. Wooyoung even gave him two thumbs up while the man wasn’t looking.

The second move of Yunho’s hard flirting repertoire was pretty chill, all considering, but weirdly it was the one that got him the strongest reaction out of Yeosang. Listen, objectively speaking, Yunho knew he had pretty lips. They were heart shaped and well defined, and when he smiled they curved up cutely at the edges. He also knew for experience how good they looked wrapped around a co... an ice cream cone. So, one day he bought ice lollies for the team and ate his in the lewdest way possible, while throwing sly glances in Yeosang’s direction.

The man probably thought he was doing a good job of pretending Yunho basically deepthroating his ice cream wasn’t doing anything for him, but was failing spectacularly, so spectacularly that when Yunho’s lips closed around the tip of the cone and he basically moaned (not too loud but loud enough to be heard by Yeosang, who was sitting beside him) the man nearly choked on his ice lolly, and a moment later he excused himself to the bathroom, claiming the ice cream had upset his stomach.

At that point, Yunho was sure he was about to give in, because come on. By that point the whole team had understood what he was trying to do.

Every time he surprised him flirting, Jongho made kissy faces and rude gestures at him, which Yunho couldn’t believe their youngest was even capable of making while maintaining a straight face.

Mingi kept wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously at him and one day the man had even pulled him aside, to ask him if he needed him to be his wingman and convince Yeosang to give Yunho and his big co- amazing looks and personality a chance. Needless to say, Yunho had thanked him for the offer but pleaded him not to do anything of the sort. He wasn’t sure he could withstand the embarrassment.

Hongjoong... Hongjoong actually tried to give him the talk™, but thankfully Seonghwa managed to distract him long enough for Yunho to run away and spare them both the awkward situation.

The point was, everyone had caught up with his intentions towards Yeosang, everyone but the concerned person, it seemed. So, the same evening of the ice lollies situation, Yunho decided to put one of the most failproof flirting techniques in existence at work, that one curtesy of Wooyoung.

“The plan is simple. Sani will come to stay with me, so that Yeosang will come sleep in your room. Get him to cuddle, he seems to like it with you, and then ask him to be the big spoon. Then, when you’re lying in bed, just pretend to adjust your position, wiggle a bit, shake your beautiful peaches against him. I’m sure he won’t be able to resist. Even if he lies to himself, his body won’t”

Sadly, it seemed like that plan too was destined to fail. However, it made it clear to Yunho that Yeosang was purposefully avoiding acknowledging the obvious attraction he had towards him, because as soon as Yunho started moving against him, he could swear he felt the man get hard against his ass, and he had to stop himself from squealing in glee.

Sadly, a moment later, Yeosang basically threw himself out of bed and fled to the bathroom, to the call of “Stomach still upset”, and when he came back, he lied down giving Yunho’s his back, forcing the man to hug him instead, if he still wanted to cuddle.

“I can’t do this anymore, Woo, he’s driving me insane. It’s obvious he wants to give in and jump me, so why hasn’t he yet?” Yunho said, his head dropping down and hitting the table, while Wooyoung patted his back sympathetically.

They were sitting together at a cafeteria near the studio, and San was ordering them drinks while Yunho complained and Wooyoung tried to offer advice. But it was clear he was starting to grasp for straws too by that point.

“I don’t know, maybe he’s scared to make a mess and disrupt the group balance? Which is ridiculous, since even mom and dad finally managed to swallow their pride and admit they like each other. So, he shouldn't be worried about something similar”

Yunho sighed, nodding. It seemed like Hongjoong had finally relented and accepted Seonghwa relentless advances and the two got officially together, to the joy of every single one of the members. No one knew how that had happened, one morning they had just showed up together at breakfast holding hands and blushing, and that was it.

“If you want my opinion, Yunho-yah" Said San, after putting their drinks down on the table and sitting down beside Wooyoung in the booth, sliding an arm over the man’s shoulder “I think at this point for Yeosangie is a matter of honour, and nothing else. It’s clear that he wants you, and has understood you want him too, but he still wants you to do the first move. You know, to reduce the possibility of rejection to the bare minimum”

After sipping his drink, Yunho shook his head and sighed again “I know but I’ve done everything I could minus the getting naked and jumping him. I mean, driving him crazy was fun, but at this point, I think it’s better if I just tell him” he finished, his head dropping on the table again.

Silence fell, but Yunho was sure Wooyoung and San were doing that weird non-verbal communication thing they did, so he waited patiently, until finally he felt a hand patting his head and requesting his attention.

“So, we think you should give it one last shot, and if that doesn’t work too, you’ll speak to him. Sounds good?” Wooyoung told him, and Yunho found himself nodding despite himself.

“Okay, sounds reasonable. But when I said I did everything other than jump him, I was sincere. I honestly don’t know what else to do at this point”

Silence fell again, but that time, it was San breaking it “I have an idea” he said, and immediately Wooyoung and Yunho’s eyes were on him “What should I do?” the latter asked, crossing his arms on the table and leaning in, and San smiled.

“It’s pretty shameless, probably half a stop over the ‘Just show up naked at his door’ but at this point, go big or go home” he finished, shrugging, but Yunho nodded immediately “I’ll do it. Please, tell me what you thought about”

San smiled at his willingness and resolution and, after taking another sip from his drink, under Wooyoung’s and Yunho’s curious gazes, he started explaining.

“So, you know how in a couple of days we’re all going to be spending the night in a Hotel...”

-

Convincing Hongjoong to let Yunho and Yeosang room together was pretty easy, everything considered. When he asked, the man gave him a look that spoke a thousand words, and Yunho was pretty sure he saw Seonghwa slipping a packet of condoms and a bottle of lube in his rucksack when he wasn’t looking, but oh well. They didn’t stop him, and that was how the man found himself standing in the bathroom after his shower, naked except for the smallest towel available tied around his waist, in front of the mirror, hands on the sink, mentally bracing himself.

Yeosang was in their shared room, Yunho could hear him watching videos on his phone, blissfully unaware of what Yunho was about to unleash on him.

It was time.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened himself, plastered a smile on his face and opened the bathroom door.

Without taking a single look in Yeosang’s direction, he strutted into the room “Sorry, forgot my underwear” he said, trying hard not to break character. Then, as he was in front of his bag, instead of doing what any sane human being in his state of undress would have, he let his bust drop, legs and back making a perfect ninety-degree angle, and reached inside, rummaging in search of his underwear.

He very much didn’t imagine the gasp and following cough coming from Yeosang’s direction behind him. Oh, so he was looking at him. Perfect.

However, the man said nothing, and Yunho didn’t either, taking his sweet time in his search. Dear God, he felt so utterly exposed. His cheeks were rapidly reddening just thinking about the fact that from his position Yeosang must have a perfect view of the bottom of his asscheeks and balls.

Yunho surely hoped he got the fuck of his life out of his little stunt, or he was going to take the first plane to Siberia and go raise Huskies or something.

Feeling satisfied with the amount of ogling Yeosang hopefully got, Yunho finally grabbed the first pair of underwear he found in his bag and straightened back up, turned around and finally met Yeosang gaze, who was doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he had been looking at him the whole time.

His expression barely betrayed him, but the way he was clenching his jaw and the redness of his cheeks, extremely visible on his bare face, absolutely did.

Take this Kang Yeosang was what Yunho thought as he waved his underwear in the air victoriously “Found it” he said, letting a small smile curve his lips. Then, before the man could say or do anything, he turned back around and strutted right back into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and immediately collapsing against the wall beside it.

Shit. He did it. He actually did it.

Yunho felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest, and a nervous laugh started building up in his throat.

Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open and Yeosang barged inside, eyes immediately locating Yunho. Then, a moment later, the man felt his back hit the wall and two strong arms pinning his own against the cool tiles.

Yunho couldn’t hold back a groan at the sudden display of strength, and when their gazes finally met, the man felt shivers coursing through his body, because Yeosang looked absolutely worked up, cheeks aflame and breath laboured, falling in erratic puffs out of his slightly parted lips.

“Okay, fine, fine you win” the man started, before Yunho could say anything, maybe apologize for his shameless behaviour “I really hope this is what you want and I'm not reading this wrong, because Jeong Yunho you're a fucking menace and if you don't come to bed with me right this second, I'm going to physically combust and you'll have to find someone to replace me in the team” at the end of the speech, which was one of the longest Yunho ever heard from him, Yeosang took a shaky breath, looking up at Yunho with the must debauched expression he had ever seen on the man, and that was when Yunho finally decided to take pity on him.

Smiling at him, he bent down, bringing his head close to the man’s “Then fucking kiss me already, Kang Yeosang”

Yunho saw a flash of something behind the man’s eyes. A moment later, he felt one of Yeosang’s hands let go of his arm, coming to rest on the back of his neck. Then, he pulled him down, and pressed their lips together.

Yeosang mouth felt so amazing on his, soft but firm in its mission to reduce Yunho to a mumbling mess, and when his lips parted and the man’s tongue run teasingly on Yunho’s bottom lip, he was quick to part them too, granting Yeosang access and permission to do with his perfect mouth and perfect tongue all he wanted to him.

The man wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted from him, directing the kiss in the most delicious way, and Yunho was absolutely pliant under his ministrations, happy to give him everything he wanted and more. He was coming undone under Yeosang teasingly running his teeth against his lips and curling his tongue around his in a way that shouldn’t have been possible but apparently was.

Moaning deep into the kiss, Yunho used his free hand to pull the man closer by his hip, and when Yeosang’s crotch made contact with his thigh, Yunho mentally cheered because the man was hard, his clothed length pressing snugly against his nearly naked body. Yunho was absolutely ecstatic.

“I knew it” he said as soon as they broke the kiss, breathing laboured, seeing the same heat he was experiencing reflected into Yeosang’s eyes “I knew you wanted me too. I should have been this shameless right from the beginning”

Yeosang dropped his head against his shoulder and groaned at his words, and Yunho felt his cock twitch under the towel at the rough hue his voice had taken with arousal “You” the man said then, speaking against Yunho’s neck, his lips running on the heated skin “Yes, okay, your ass finally made me crack” a kiss, then another. Yunho felt shivers running through his body, and when Yeosang drew back, not before lightly biting into his skin, he couldn’t help the whine that left his lips “Now take responsibility and do something about it”

Yunho didn’t need to be told twice.

Freeing himself from Yeosang’s slackened grasp, he unceremoniously dropped to his knees, only marginally flinching when his naked knees made contact with the hard and cold tiles, and under the man’s stunned gaze, he hooked his thumbs in both his underwear and pants and pulled them down, finally freeing his cock from the confines of his clothes.

And oh, what a sight it was. Yeosang was so hard it looked painful, cock red and deliciously moist at the tip, and Yunho reflexively licked his lips.

Yeosang gasped when he closed his long fingers around the base of him, but said nothing, and when Yunho looked up, searching for confirmation, the man just brought his hand on the back of his head and threaded his fingers through his soft, still moist hair.

Yunho took it as the permission he needed, because a moment later he leaned in and closed his lips around Yeosang’s cockhead, tongue running gently on the tip, tasting the salty precome collected there.

Moaning, he closed his eyes, concentrating on the way the man’s cock filled his mouth so perfectly as he pushed deeper, sucking the man off like he was the most prized delicacy on the planet earth.

Yeosang’s moans were quiet, and deep, they rumbled in his chest like thunder and Yunho was quickly getting addicted to them.

He wanted to hear more.

So, bracing himself on Yeosang’s hips, he slacked his jaw, relaxed his throat, and sank down.

“Fuck” The moan Yeosang let out as his cock hit the back of Yunho’s throat and the man swallowed around him was his loudest yet, and the grip he had in Yunho’s hair became nearly painful, but the man was nothing if not incredibly aroused by that. He let out a moan of his own, eyes opening and looking up to the man above him, and when their gazes met, he felt a shiver down his back.

Yeosang looked so incredibly hot, looking down to him like that, keeping him in place with his mouth stretched around his cock, nose buried in the sparse curls at the base, eyes glazed in pleasure and moans falling from his slightly parted spit-slick lips.

Yunho could only imagine how lewd he must have looked right in that moment from Yeosang’s perspective, and the thought aroused him more than what he thought was possible.

Sadly, his need to take a proper breath won, and Yunho was forced to draw back, coughing a bit as soon as Yeosang’s cock slipped out of his lips “Sorry” he said, as he cleared his throat “It’s been a while”

However, if he thought Yeosang was going to be disappointed, he needed to think twice, because the man was looking down at him with nothing but wonder in his eyes “You were amazing, Yunho-ya. Hadn’t you stopped, I would have had to” he said, running the tip of his finger on the corner of his lips, brushing away the saliva gathered there “I didn’t want to finish yet”

Yunho felt those words in the lowest part of his stomach, arousal making his head spin.

Standing up slowly, legs trembling, he pressed his forehead to Yeosang’s, and closed his eyes, breathing out slowly “Take me to bed, Yeosangie”

No answer came from the man before him, but Yunho felt him move and a moment later his feet weren’t touching the ground anymore.

“Yeosang” he yelped in surprise, arms reflexively closing around the man’s neck, who had the audacity to laugh as though the fact that he had just picked up Yunho like a freaking princess wasn’t the hottest thing ever.

Hiding his face against the man’s neck, Yunho groaned, feeling entirely too exposed, both physically and mentally. He was starting to ask himself if spilling all his most secret desires to Yeosang had really been a good idea.

Yeosang dropped him as gently as possible on his bed, sitting down beside him, and that’s when Yunho realized that somewhere between the bathroom and there, his towel came undone, and he was lying back on the cool sheets completely naked and aroused, while Yeosang looked down at him like he was a five-course meal.

“How do you want to do this?” the man asked him, taking his hand in his and slotting their fingers together, the barely there hint of shyness coming back now that the fog caused by arousal had dissipated a bit.

Yunho pushed himself up on the bed then, and connected their lips in a quick kiss, heart swelling with affection at the way Yeosang immediately melted against him, pulling him in, a hand immediately grasping his hip. And that’s when Yunho knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“Let me ride you. Please?” he said, drawing back, turning his statement into a question at the last second, eyes meeting Yeosang’s, who was looking at him with an intense look, not dissimilar from the one he had when he danced.

“Yes”

The next minutes consisted of Yeosang remembering he hadn’t brought any lube, nor condoms, and Yunho fishing two sets of each item from his bag, under Yeosang impressed gaze, an embarrassed expression on his face “Not a word. I’m pretty sure Seonghwa is responsible for half of these”

“I don’t know whether to be grateful or embarrassed” Yeosang said, finally pulling off his shirt, under Yunho’s heated gaze. God, someone close the gyms, please. He was already too horny.

The man evidently took notice of him staring at his muscles, because he smiled and raised an eyebrow at him, as he beckoned him back on the bed “See something you like?” he asked, and Yunho could feel himself blush. Putting the condoms and lube on the bed, he extended his hand and, under the man’s gaze, closed it around his bicep, biting his lip at the way Yeosang tensed the muscle for him. Show off. But he supposed that he was entitled to, after all the hard work he put into building his body and muscles.

And Yunho was going to make sure to appreciate his effort wholeheartedly from that moment on, now that he had permission to touch.

Their lips found each other again, and Yeosang pulled Yunho to sit in his lap, causing the man to moan loudly into the kiss at the ease with which he was able to pick him up and move him around.

Their hands found each other bodies and they spent some time just kissing and running their fingers on heated skin, memorizing each curve and each little imperfection. Yeosang’s hands run up and down Yunho’s thighs, squeezing and feeling up the toned muscles, while Yunho traced Yeosang’s abs with the tip of his fingers, before bringing them on his pecks and squeezing lightly, pulling a moan from him, silenced in their kiss.

Then, Yeosang’s hands found Yunho’s waist, grabbing it firmly and running circles into his hipbones with his thumbs, and he drew back, their gazes meeting. Both their breathings were laboured, and Yunho really needed something inside him right at that moment, or he was going to explode.

Leaning to the side, he grabbed the lube they put on the bed beside them minutes before and, under Yeosang’s attentive eyes, he brought it between them, opening the cap.

“Mh- Is it okay if I...” he started, but immediately stopped, sighing deeply and thinking about how to put into words ‘Hey Yeosang I want you to watch me as I finger myself’ without it sounding as thoroughly embarrassing as it was.

Yeosang let him struggle for a moment more, before chuckling, hands running up and down Yunho’s sides “In your own words, hyung” he said, tone teasing. Huffing, Yunho rolled his eyes, and opened the lube with one hand, playfully swatting Yeosang with the other “Okay, in my own words, just sit there and look pretty” that having been said, Yuhno squeezed some lube over his hand and under Yeosang’s curious gaze, he reached down, behind his back and between his cheeks.

Oh God it was actually happening.

Yeosang’s expression betrayed little of what was going on in his mind, but his eyes widened as soon as Yunho’s eyelids fluttered, one fingertip finding his hole and pushing inside.

“Fuck” he cursed under his breath, looking down at his hands on Yunho’s waist and then up ad him again “You want me to watch?” he asked, and Yunho could feel his cheeks redden, but he nodded, pushing his finger in deeper and arching his back to better reach inside himself.

“Okay” Yeosang whispered with a nod, and then, after a moment of consideration, brought his hands on Yunho’s butt, one on each cheek, kneading them and spreading them wide apart.

Yunho moaned, his finger slipping all the way inside, and when he arched his back further, bending towards Yeosang’s hands, the man dived in and started to press open mouthed kisses to Yunho’s neck, tongue tracing the skin and leaving wet trails of saliva behind.

As Yunho slipped the second finger inside, too impatient to wait more, Yeosang sank lower, and without much ado his pretty lips closed around one of Yunho’s nipples, teeth teasing the hard nub. The moan Yunho let out at that was a bit too loud, but both of them were too far gone to care.

“Can you reach your spot like this, hyung?” Yeosang asked after a bit, releasing Yunho’s nipple from the sweet torture of his sinful tongue, and when he nodded, lip caught between his teeth in the effort to held back his moans, the man smiled deviously “Then press it for me. Hard”

At those words, Yunho’s soul probably left his body, together with the definitely too loud moan he made as he obediently pressed against his prostate. Hard. As Yeosang had asked him to. God, he was really down bad.

The ‘Good boy’ Yeosang whispered against his ear as Yunho pressed his third finger inside had him nearly mewling, because he should have been embarrassed, maybe, but the only thing that he was, was painfully turned on.

He kept at it for a couple of minutes more, just because he needed to, not because he wanted, Yeosang speaking praises into his ear. The fact that he knew for a fact that all the things the man was telling him were true, since he wasn’t the type to lie, only made it a thousand times hotter.

Then, Yeosang released the grip he had on one of his cheeks, and looking Yunho in the eyes brought his hand atop the one Yunho had in between his cheeks, pressing against it and pushing his fingers impossibly deeper, and the man couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yeosangie, Yeosangie please stop. I’m ready. Please” he said, breathing hard, puffs of air falling on the other man’s lips. He surely hoped Yeosang understood his urgency, because if he didn’t sit on his cock right that moment, he was going to go completely mental.

Thankfully, Yeosang immediately released the grip he had on him, lying back on the bed and looking up at Yunho expectantly “Go on then hyung, show me what you’ve got”

And Yunho wasn’t about to disappoint him. So, freeing his fingers from his hole and wiping them hurriedly on the sheets, he took the condoms packet and carefully rolled one on Yeosang’s cock. The man really had good self-control, he was so hard Yunho was sure it must have nearly hurt, if the gasp the man let out as he touched him and coated him in lube was anything to go by.

Bracing himself with one hand on the bed, kept steady by Yeosang’s hands gripping him by his waist, Yunho took the man’s cock and carefully directed it to his rim.

“Ready?” he asked, smiling down at Yeosang, who was lying back on the bed in all his naked glory, hair splayed on the pillows like the most beautiful painting, looking up at him with pure, unaltered lust in his eyes.

The man smiled at his words, giving a squeeze to his waist and raising a single eyebrow “Ready when you are”

So, Yunho sat back on him, slowly allowing his cock inside.

It had been long since Yunho had something bigger than his fingers, so it took him a bit of time to take Yeosang to the root. However, the man was incredibly patient despite the way he was biting his lip so hard Yunho was worried it was going to break skin. In the end, he managed, his ass meeting Yeosang’s thighs, his cock filling him oh so nicely.

The stretch was a bit uncomfortable, but Yunho was rapidly getting used to it, and seeing Yeosang’s debauched state made it all worth it.

Bringing his still clean hand down, Yunho cupped Yeosang’s cheek sweetly, brushing his thumb on the man’s bottom lip, freeing it from his teeth.

What he didn’t expect, was for Yeosang to take that same thumb between his lips and suck on it happily, tongue caressing the pad as though it was something else entirely.

“Fuck” Yunho cursed, and as he started to move, gyrating his hips slowly at the beginning, he also pushed his thumb deeper inside Yeosang’s mouth, wanting to see how far the man was going to let him go.

However, it quickly became apparent that he wasn’t going to stop him anytime soon, on the contrary. So, pushing his luck a bit, Yunho pulled his thumb back and replaced it with his index and middle fingers, pushing them inside Yeosang’s mouth, feeling his warm tongue caressing them gently.

The man had his eyes fixed on him, hands grasping his hips firmly, but was otherwise perfectly still, letting Yunho get used to him, letting him set the pace, while his tongue did unspeakable things to the man’s long fingers.

Yunho was so unbelievably turned on, it felt unreal.

However, when he started to move a bit more, building a rhythm and fucking himself on Yeosang’s cock, his fingers slipped from the man’s mouth as his own lips parted on a breathy moan, overwhelmed by the feeling.

That was when Yeosang pushed himself up from the bed, abs tensing under Yunho’s hungry gaze, as he sat up and brought their faces at a breath distance “So good, hyung, you feel so good” he told Yunho then, lips brushing over his. However, as Yunho leaned in for a kiss, the man ducked his head and pressed his lips on Yunho’s shoulder.

Kissing his way down from Yunho’s neck to the man’s chest, Yeosang’s mouth again closed over one of the man’s nipples, and Yunho couldn’t help the way his hips pushed forward, his neglected cock searching for friction and finding it against Yeosang’s abs.

“Fuck” Yunho cursed, lip getting caught between his teeth. It was embarrassing how riled up he was already, getting closer to the edge every single time Yeosang’s cock hit his prostate with spot on precision, every time the man sucked one of his nipples like they were candies.

And if that wasn’t enough, the image of Yunho’s hard and leaking cock brushing against Yeosang’s toned abs was proving to be extremely effective in pushing him towards the finish line.

That was why, when Yeosang’s teeth gently bit over one of his nipples, Yunho yelped and detached him from his chest, gripping his hair and pulling his head back, as he stopped his movements on the man’s lap.

“Shit, sorry Sangie” he said as soon as he realized what he had done. But, meeting Yeosang’s gaze, the apology froze on his lips. Because Yeosang looked anything but upset at his actions. In fact, if his half-lidded eyes and laboured breathing were anything to go by, it was probably the opposite.

“Are you close?” Yeosang asked him when he said nothing more, taking a single look at Yunho’s cock, and for some reason the man felt embarrassment wash over him. Maybe it was because except for his reaction at having his hair pulled, Yeosang still looked far too composed and in control, while Yunho felt like he was about to explode.

Yunho had the suspicion that the man was just letting him set the pace out of courtesy, in order not to make him feel uncomfortable. However, Yunho didn’t want him to be careful with him, didn’t want him to hold himself back. Yunho wanted Yeosang to lose control.

So, nodding his head and closing his arms around Yeosang’s neck, the man leaned in, brushing their lips together, but avoiding the kiss, paying the man back for before. He went for his ear instead, and after playfully catching Yeosang’s lobe between his teeth, he spoke.

“I am. So please, get over me and fuck me like you mean it”

For a moment, nothing happened, but as Yunho was about to lean back in order to check the man’s reaction to his words, he felt his world turn upside down. The next moment, his back met the mattress and he found himself looking up at Yeosang, settled in between his thighs, arms bracketing his head, smiling down at him.

“As you wish, hyung”

As the man started to move, thrusting inside Yunho again, the man reflexively latched his ankles behind Yeosang’s back, moving his hips in order to meet him halfway. Fuck it felt so good.

Moans were spilling freely from both their lips, Yeosang’s breathier and lower while Yunho’s were higher in pitch and whiny, so much that the man would have been embarrassed, weren’t he too busy getting his brains absolutely fucked out by Yeosang’s powerful and precise hip thrusts.

Then, at the next thrust, Yeosang hit his prostate head on, and Yunho’s moan was so loud that the man immediately pressed their lips together, trying to muffle the sound with a kiss. It worked, more or less, but to be fucked so perfectly and at the same time kissed within an inch of his life had Yunho reaching his high so fast, the man barely had any time to realize it.

One moment he was breaking their kiss and moaning Yeosang’s name against the man’s lips, and the moment after he was spilling himself between their bodies, completely untouched, cock twitching and painting both his and Yeosang’s stomach in white.

“Fuck Yunho-ya” hissed Yeosang, eyes never leaving his for the whole time, and the part of Yunho that wasn’t too busy preventing him from passing out at the overwhelming pleasure, realized the man’s thrusts had become erratic, and when he lowered his head on Yunho’s shoulder and stilled, he knew it was over.

Yeosang kept coming for what felt like ages, his body jerking involuntary, as he his hid his face in the crook of Yunho’s neck, lips pressing against his burning skin.

Slowly, Yunho came back to himself, his breathing evening out and feeling coming back to his limbs. His legs were starting to cramp a bit, but Yeosang was still lying atop him, seemingly still coming back down from his high, and Yunho felt bad asking him to move yet. So, he unlatched his ankles and let his legs spread open, stretching them as much as he could manage.

Bringing one hand on Yeosang head, he slowly threaded his fingers through the man’s hair and, turning his head, pressed a soft kiss to the man’s temple, just over his beautiful birthmark. Yunho was pretty sure he didn’t imagine the hitch in Yeosang’s breath at the sweet gesture.

Yunho had always wanted to do that, even before realizing he wanted the man himself.

“I’m going to get up I swear” came Yeosang’s voice after a moment, muffled against Yunho’s skin, and the man chuckled at how fucked up it sounded. Mission accomplished.

“You can lie on me for how long you want, I promise, but I’m starting to no longer feel my legs. Also, my ass hurts” That seemed to finally convince Yeosang to move, and Yunho winched slightly as the man drew back, spent cock sliding out of him.

Smiling down at him apologetically, Yeosang helped him lie his legs on the bed, before getting up and quickly disposing of the used condom, before walking to the bathroom and coming back with a wet towel “Here” he said, coming back to sit on the bed beside Yunho, but as the man made to take the towel himself, Yeosang shook his head “Let me”

Yunho’s cheeks reddened at the man’s words, embarrassment taking over his features, but it seemed that Yeosang wasn’t faring much better. He was blushing as well, adverting Yunho’s gaze. However, it seemed he really wanted to clean Yunho up himself, so the man swallowed his embarrassment and slowly parted his thighs, nodding “Okay”

Despite Yeosang blushing like he hadn’t been fucking him within an inch of his life mere minutes before, the man cleaned him up with care, running the wet towel down his stomach and between his thighs.

Yunho shivered in oversensitivity as the man brushed against his spent cock, and Yeosang whispered an apology under his breath.

As soon as the towel hit the floor beside the bed, Yunho threw away any hesitation and refusing to feel any embarrassment, pulled Yeosang down on the bed with him, lying them down on their sides and pulling the covers over their naked bodies.

Their hands found each other’s on the bed and they latched their fingers together, smiling shyly at one another as their gazes met. Then, Yunho couldn't hold himself back, and leaned in for a kiss, that turned into two, three, four.

They made out lazily and slowly for a while, until Yunho felt his eyelids getting heavy and sleep pulling him under. It was then that he heard Yeosang voice, coming from somewhere over him, and he realized that he had fallen asleep for a moment.

“Yunho-ya, I wanted to ask” the man said, and Yunho forced his eyes open, only to find that the man had rearranged them, pulling him to lie with his head on his chest. Yunho couldn’t see him like that, but he was sure his voice sounded a bit uncertain.

“Sure” he said, clearing his throat and trying not to sound like ha had been two seconds from falling into deep slumber.

“This...between us. What is it?” he said, and Yunho bit his lip. He wasn’t surprised at the question; he knew it would come eventually.

He wasn’t so sure his answer would satisfy Yeosang, however. Still, he owed the man honesty, at least, after having done his outmost for crossing the line between friendship and something different.

So, hand finding Yeosang’s, the man sighed “Honestly? I don’t have an answer. I just know that I love what we’ve been doing. Cuddling, and this as well, and would absolutely be interested in doing it again. If you want to”

Under his ear, Yunho could hear Yeosang’s heart beating, but as he was waiting for a response, he felt the need to look the man in the eyes. So, drawing back, he plopped on the pillow beside him, lying on his side and putting a hand on his waist.

Meeting his gaze, Yunho was relieved to find it open and steady.

“I love it too, and I would love to keep doing it. I don’t really care to give this a name. Having you here with me is enough”

As soon as the words left Yeosang’s mouth, Yunho felt relief wash over him. Impulsively, he pulled the man close and pressed their lips together, causing a surprised sound from Yeosang.

However, soon he melted into the kiss, and it was like they never stopped kissing in the first place. It felt like a piece Yunho didn’t know was amiss slid into the right place again.

It felt just right.

-

The morning after when at breakfast Wooyoung came up to him with watery eyes and hugged him firmly, Yunho at first didn’t understand. However, when the words “I am so proud of you, you did it” came out from the man’s mouth, muffled against his shoulder, realization dawned on him.

Paralyzed by embarrassment, the man kept still, until Wooyoung finally drew back, a smile on his lips “So proud” he said again, before turning on his heels and bouncing in the direction of the buffet, where San was waiting him with two plates in his hands.

“What was that?” Yeosang’s voice was what finally shook Yunho out of his temporary freeze, and when he turned, he found that the man had silently walked up to him and was looking at him with a raised eyebrow and questioning eyes.

Yunho, cheeks red in embarrassment, returned his curious gaze with a pained one.

“Sangie...Our room, is number 185, right?” Yeosang nodded at that, and Yunho sighed, feeling his cheeks redden even more “And you know what room are Wooyoung and San staying in?”

It was a rhetorical question, and Yunho witnessed the exact moment when realization dawned on Yeosang too. His eyes widened and his face went through three different shades of colour, before stopping on a bright shade of red that probably rivalled Yunho.

“186...Oh fuck”

“Yep”

They stayed still for a moment, looking at eachother, but Yunho broke first. Their laughter started pretty quiet but soon they were both covering their mouths and snickering madly into their palms.

When they finally managed to calm down, remembering the time and place, they were both smiling, and Yunho managed not to blush too much when Yeosang winked at him and stage whispered “Worth it tho” before making his way to their table.

‘Yes’ thought Yunho, smiling widely, feeling a burst of affection swell up in his chest ‘fucking worth it’