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"How much longer do I have to take these again?", Yoojin asked, gulping the pills down.
"It's only the eighth day, and hyung is done already?", Yoohyun chuckled. "Just hold on for another week, and we'll do a check-up."
"I'm telling you, I can see just fine now. There's no nee-"
"Hyung.", Yoohyun chided, in a gentle tone. "You cut the treatment short last time as well, and look where we ended up."
"Fine, fine.", Yoojin acquiesced, and settled into the covers. "Another week it is."
Yoohyun smiled at the other's submission. "Night, Hyung.", he said, before standing up.
"Night.", Yoojin yawned, closing his eyes. Yoohyun left the room, leaving the door open.
There was no need to close it now, he'd be doing that when he returned, after all.
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Yoojin's eye condition had regressed, much to his chagrin. The results surprised no one, the group being all too familiar with his workaholic tendencies. He was then confined to the house, again, but atleast had the usual beasts to keep him company. He'd stopped taking the meds when his vision cleared the first time, not finishing the course, and the doctor stated it to be the exact reason why it returned. Yoohyun, done with his Hyung's carelessness, took it upon himself to administer the meds personally at night.
'When did this kid become such a nag?', Yoojin would lament, oblivious to the real reason behind his dongsaeng's persistence.
Yoohyun would watch every night, as his hyung obediently swallowed the prescribed medication, with the sleep inducers he'd thrown in the mix. He'd been careful with the type this time, the last time they worked too fast, and Yoojin had realized immediately. This time, he'd used regular sleeping pills. They acted slow, but induced a deep and unbreakable bout of slumber. They worked well, his hyung's body wasn't too different from an Unawakened one, and he was turning his Poison Resistance off for the eye medication anyway.
He'd initially used them to make sure that Yoojin got a proper rest, given how hectic things had been lately, how they usually are. He wanted Yoojin to make a speedy recovery, despite the satisfaction he felt at Yoojin's detention. The drugging really was well-intentioned, in the first place, atleast. Over time, however, Yoohyun's mind began to wander.
The first night they'd slept in the same bed, Yoohyun being his stubborn, paranoid self and all. Lying face to face, he'd stared at his hyung the entire night. The little light from outside illuminated Yoojin's face, spilling over his soft features, highlighting his pale skin. Yoohyun gulped, eyes wandering over his hyung's entire person. He drank in the sight bit by bit, starting from the delicate throat, to the exposed collarbones, hypnotised by the rise and fall of the other's chest. He trailed his eyes down to where Yoojin's shirt rode up, a patch of his lithe stomach on display.
Yoohyun had long come to terms with his sick attraction. He knew what he felt for his brother was something other than normal, a feeling siblings shouldn't share. Then again, Yoohyun, in the first place, was other than normal, a born S-Class. And surely, his hyung was the same. After all, someone undeterred by an anomaly like him, was an anomaly in his own right.
'I'll convince him, eventually.', he'd thought, 'Hyung'll come around, he'd do it for me.'
But reality was tougher than what he'd dreamt. The process was much more tedious, and pain-staking, his hyung's obliviousness making it a thousand times tougher. It was fine though, he had plenty of time, and his hyung wasn't going anywhere. He can hold back for a while, he has to.
Holding back proved to be a challenge, though, and Yoojin as usual did nothing to make it easy. Yoohyun's instincts were a time-bomb, and his hyung, an inevitable victim. Yoojin's sleeping face was a tempting one, unsuspecting, and deliciously vulnerable. The more Yoohyun seemed to look, the faster his control seemed to slip. His restraints snapped one by one, till there was nothing left but raw, unadulterated want, with nothing to hold him back.
So here he was, on the second night, whining pathetically, as he palmed himself through the fabric of his sweats.
"Hyung?", he breathed out, in an urgent voice. Sensing no response, he grew bolder, and shoved his face into the crook of the other's neck. Yoohyun was panting right next to his ear, but Yoojin slept, unperturbed. Yoohyun took a deep breath, inhaling his brother's scent. Arousal spiking, he reached a hand inside, and released his member. He'd jacked the previous night as well, but touching Yoojin during the act made all his previous sessions pale in comparison.
Yoohyun looked down at his brother's limp wrists, and had a wicked idea. He extended a hand below, lifting Yoojin's with caution. Slowly, he encased the palm around his cock, dainty fingers wrapping around his girth. Yoojin's skin was soft, and his hand cool around the hot length. Yoohyun gripped it with both his hands, and began to stroke. He moaned at the sensation, breath fanning the other's throat.
Yoohyun was maddeningly excited. He was touching his brother, defiling him, in a way no one had before. The contrast of his hyung's innocent, sleeping face, and the scandalous sight below made him shiver with pleasure. He grew more and more animalistic with each stroke, mind racing with perverted thoughts, of things far more forbidden than what he was doing now.
Yoohyun reached up in a hurry, and connected their lips. The strokes grew rougher, as he licked into the other's mouth, nipping occasionally. After a few heated moments, Yoohyun came with a loud hiss. His hips stuttered, and he stained both their hands white.
The events of that night were only the beginning, and from that point on, Yoohyun would only escalate.
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Yoohyun came back into the room an hour later, carrying his usual bottle of lube, and a small towel. He locked the door behind him, then crawled into the bed. Yoohyun leaned over his hyung's sleeping form, and pecked him on the cheek. He sat back in a relaxed position, and placed the items on his side.
Yoohyun grabbed the sleeping man's waist, and pulled the lower half of his body into his waiting lap. He stripped Yoojin of his clothes, and ran his hands on the exposed skin. Yoohyun palmed the other's legs, and kneaded the cheeks. After groping the flesh for a few minutes, he reached sideways, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He'd normally take his sweet time on prep, marking his hyung to his heart's content, but today was different. Today, they were going to go all the way.
Yoohyun had started loosening Yoojin a couple nights prior, slowly opening him up, and the fruit of his efforts was now easy to see. The rim used to be so tight the first time around, he had to prep for an hour just to fit two fingers at once. But now, things had gotten way easier. Yoohyun uncapped the bottle, and held the cheeks open using two of his fingers. He ruthlessly shoved the mouth of the bottle into the waiting hole.
Yoohyun squeezed hard, the liquid flowing and filling his brother up inside. Soon enough, droplets of lube began to dribble out of the rim, and he retracted. He squirted some on his hand, and stuck two fingers inside, delighting at the feeling. It was so soft, warmth squeezing around his fingers. He spread the fingers apart, scissoring the hole, feeling it flutter around the intrusion. The action made the most perverted sounds imaginable, walls squelching around his fingers, and he shivered at the depravity of it all. After a few minutes of loosening it further, he added a third finger, shoving them up to the last knuckle. His hyung was delectably tight, and he could only imagine how the tightness would feel around him.
Deeming his work satisfying, Yoohyun took his fingers back. He lifted Yoojin off of his lap, and straightened his legs. Yoohyun sat up on his knees, and lubed up his dick in a rush, anticipation bubbling within. He placed an arm on one side of Yoojin's face, mattress dipping under the pressure. He used his other hand to aim the tip at the rim. Slowly, he bore his hips down, beginning to breach.
Once the head sunk inside, he couldn't help but moan. It felt so good, so much better than what he expected it to be. Yoojin was deliciously tight, the walls pulling him in. Yoohyun gave into the temptation, and shoved the rest inside. It took a few clumsy thrusts, but he managed to sheath himself fully. The insides pulsed, massaging his length, and Yoohyun paused his movements so that he didn't come on the spot.
Yoohyun sunk down further, his hips pressing against the soft cheeks. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, one rolled down the side of his face. Yoohyun wiped at them with the back of his arm. He drew himself back, leaving only the head inside, then thrusted. Yoohyun braced both his hands on either side of Yoojin's face, and set a fast pace. He moaned Yoojin's name like a madman, chanting without break.
"Hyung, hyung, hyung, hyung-"
Sounds of skin slapping filled the quiet of the room, his pants interspersed in between. He leaned down, chest pinning the other's back. Yoohyun wrapped both his arms around the waist of the man below, and pressed his face against the back of Yoojin's neck. He began thrusting with newfound vigour, its not like Yoojin would be waking up anyway.
Yoohyun went at it like an animal, marking the nape with tongue and teeth. He drove into the other with force, the bed bouncing with each thrust. Yoohyun tightened his grip to an impossible degree, fingerprint-shaped bruises purpling the other's skin. Soon enough, he felt his orgasm approaching. He withdrew himself from on top of Yoojin, and drew his dick out at the last possible moment. He lifted the back of Yoojin's shirt, and stroked himself to completion. After tugging twice, ropes of white spilled over the smaller man's back, and Yoohyun smiled in satisfaction.
Yoohyun rode out the rest of his high, while committing the image to memory, of his hyung lying down so pliantly, sporting Yoohyun's marks. He let out a content sigh, and began clean-up. He wiped Yoojin's skin dry with the towel he brought, and then flipped him around. He held the other's lips open, and poured a healing potion into his mouth. Yoohyun gently coaxed him into swallowing, making sure he didn't choke. He turned Yoojin around again, and watched as the bruises he left faded out of existence, like he never made them in the first place.
He dressed his hyung up, and tucked him under the covers. After kissing him good night, Yoohyun gathered what little he'd brought with him, and left without making another sound.
Yoohyun came back to his own room, and tossed the items aside. He took off his clothes, and stepped into the shower. Feeling the water flow down his body and face, he hummed dazedly, and pushed his hair back. The refreshingly cold water helped him think with a newfound clarity.
'I should take some pictures next time.'
After all, they had a whole week ahead of them, and that was plenty of time to dedicate some albums to his one precious hyung.