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It’s almost common knowledge that Sannie got all flushed when he was drunk, a permanent pout gracing his lips. Ruddy cheeks reddened, mellowed out. What most didn’t know, though, was how hard his dick got with alcohol in his system.
There wasn’t a way for him to control it, it just happened, whether he wanted it or not. Most of the time he ignored it, too drunk or uncoordinated to do much to remedy the situation.
This time, though, he was needy.
Yunho watched as San leaned forward in his spot on the couch, hands pressed between his thighs. If he watched closely enough, he could see the way his leg muscles clenched, how he just barely rocked his hips forward into his forearms. The drunk man mindlessly followed each member as they spoke, though it was obvious he was not paying attention if the look of his eyes was anything to go by.
His head fell onto Yunho’s shoulder, and his red ears got darker, knowing about Sannie’s situation through observation alone. He wonders if anyone else could tell.
“Yuyu,” he whined, wiggling in his seat. “Wanna go ‘t bed.”
The older swallowed, realizing he would have to take care of his drunken roommate for the rest of the night. He announced their departure from the group, whose conversations started to dwindle as the night grew longer. San leaned heavily onto him, more than necessary, heated face hiding in the crook of his neck as they trekked to their shared room. It was awkward as hell, but Yunho was nothing if not a caring friend.
Depositing San on his bed and untangling their limbs, Yunho quickly changed out of his clothes before turning back to his roomie. Sprawled on his back, he looked almost asleep if it weren’t for the twitching of his hips, erection blatant through the grey sweatpants.
Yunho gulped.
His clothes looked good enough to sleep in, so he opted not to change San’s clothes for him. One less awkward situation for him. Still, he needed to take care of him, as much as his tipsy self could.
Eh, he could live one night without brushing his teeth. And they had both showered earlier, so no need to wash up.
“San-ah.”
The younger hummed, and Yunho watched as his chest rose and fell.
”Time for bed.”
He groaned, hands coming up to cover his face. The action made his shirt ride up, uncovering a sliver of his belly.
“Yeah, I know, dude. Sucks, but it’s sleepy-time.”
“Can’t sleep now,” he slurred, hands moving to frame his head now instead.
“Eh? Why not?”
San huffed. “‘M too hard.”
Yunho froze. So they were going to talk about the elephant in the room.
“Just… I don’t know. Try to sleep? It’ll go away.”
He was way too drunk to take a cold shower, and probably too far gone to do much else besides lay in bed.
“I can’t,” he whined, reaching down to rest a hand on his groin, alleviating some of the pressure. “Need it. Need help.”
“I-I don’t…”
San stared at him with pleading eyes, cupping his dick and fisting the blanket underneath him. “Please, Yuyu.”
Shaking his head, on the verge of distressed, he had to refuse. “You - you’re drunk, San, you can’t consent. I can’t… I can’t help you.”
His hips twitched upwards into his hand, squeezing the length through his pants. Somehow, his pout deepened.
”I’m sorry.” Yunho’s words were quiet, yet audible in the room that seemed to be closing in on itself.
“‘M just gonna do it then,” announced the drunk man, and before Yunho could react, yanked his pants down. Automatically looking, he instantly regretted it. San’s length was quickly engulfed by his hand. A moan left him.
“Fuck,” he muttered, forgetting himself for a moment as he took in the sight: San, drunk and desperate, jerking off, just a few feet away from him, staring right at Yunho. His movements were sloppy and uncoordinated, and it was too dry, yet he paid no mind as he was finally getting relief.
San whimpered - fucking whimpered - with Yunho’s name in his mouth. This was torture. Surely he could get up and walk away, relocate to another room as San did his business. But he was drunk and needy, and Yunho did not want to leave his friend behind to make more bad decisions. He was trapped. His cock throbbed in his sleep shorts.
His breath quickened and fingers twitched, itching to just touch himself. He couldn’t.
“Jus’ do it,” he moaned, watching Yunho fidget while sitting with a hard-on. “Want it.”
”I can’t,” Yunho whispered, eyebrows drawn together.
“Touch y’rself then, fuck.” His hand was fast, the steadily leaking precum causing wet sounds to emanate from his side of the room. “‘S fine.”
It’s not fine.
Fuck it. San wouldn’t remember this in the morning, and he could play innocent.
Heartbeat roaring in his ears, Yunho’s shaky hands pulled at his waistband, dragging two layers down until his throbbing cock was revealed. San stared shamelessly, almost salivating. He palmed at the head, circling around and smearing pre on his hand, before gripping himself with a small grunt. It felt illegal to steal a glance at his roommate with dick in hand, but sometimes shit like this isn’t in the roomie handbook.
“Good,” moaned San, and the older didn’t know if he meant him finally giving in or the pleasure San was feeling.
Don’t think, just jerk off.
It was kinda hard when he couldn’t stop staring at San, who looked back just as reverently. God, he looked so hot, all flushed and needy and cute…
Stop, that’s your roommate. He’s your friend and bandmate. Stop!
The heat in his belly simmered, fed by the constant movement on his most sensitive parts and the sounds in the room.
San whimpered, Yunho’s name on his breath. He was a pitiful yet hot sight, hand sloppily working himself, eyes never leaving his friend’s face. “‘S so good.”
Breath catching, Yunho squeezed his dick, the pressure delicious, before resuming his pace. It felt impossible to look away from the mesmerizing sight. Yunho prided himself in his self-control, something he’s been praised about by many. But within these walls, right here and now, he could feel himself crumbling.
“Yeah,” he heard himself whisper, low and gravelly. Fuck.
”’M gonna-” he moaned out. The muscles in San’s abdomen clenched, strong thighs tight as he bucked his hips up into his own touch. “Close, Yuyu. Ah.”
“‘S okay,” he answered, equally wrecked. “You can cum.”
San stuttered a moan, small whimpers leaving him with each stroke of his hand as roped spilled across his shirt and bits of exposed belly. “You… mmh, Yunho…” His blissed-out face stared unwaveringly at his roommate, thoroughly content as he experienced his high.
“Fuck,” he hissed, taking in air between his teeth as he came, head falling back as much as he could while still maintaining eye contact. It felt so wrong, and yet he couldn’t stop, having half a mind to catch his release with his other hand, saving his future self from an egregious cleanup. The flesh pulsed in his grip, twisting his wrist slowly to ride it out.
With one final sigh, he fell backwards into his bed, defiled hand held out to protect his bedding.
Don’t think, god, don’t think about it.
A loud thud broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to discover San had managed to fall onto the floor, butt-first. Thankfully, he had already pulled up his pants. He then proceeded to take off his shirt, getting his head stuck and slapping himself in the process, making Yunho chuckle at the sight.
Throwing the offending garment away, he then crawled toward his roommate’s bed, nearly losing his balance as he tried to climb up the side of it.
”Woah, dude, hold on.” They may have just… well… but Yunho was still a good friend. Stripping his top, the mess was hastily wiped off onto it and thrown across the room somewhere, tucking himself back in. Now (mostly) clean, he hauled San up into his bed and watched as he stole all the covers, burrowing under them. The sight was endearing.
Just as he was considering crashing on the couch for his mental sanity, San reached out and tugged on his arm, managing to catch him off-balance. He toppled onto the bed, inches away from a flushed Sannie who was throwing the blankets over the both of them.
Well, cuddles he could handle. The thought of having a conversation about this, he knew, would keep him up all night.
San snuggled in close and passed out in Yunho’s arms.