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"Come here?"
Chan asks so sweetly, so vulnerably, that of course Changbin says yes. Of course he doesn't even think about it.
"Okay, but I'm all sweaty and gross, hyung."
Chan shakes his head. "Don't care. It's been so long."
He's kind of right. They've been too busy lately, and Chan's been working himself to the bone at the studio. Changbin hasn't seen him in days, and before that it was only to work. The two of them haven't had a proper day off at the same time in maybe months.
So when Chan's evening schedule gets miraculously canceled and Changbin only had a gym session for the rest of the day, he decided to cut it short and stop by after. Chan made food for him, because he's wonderful and knew Changbin would be hungry. He'd missed his hyung's food. Jeongin was there too, because he's a lucky bastard and he gets Chan's cooking whenever, but he had to leave soon after and now it's just Chan and Changbin.
So he climbs into Chan's bed, even though it looks nice and clean and Changbin feels like he's tainting it. Chan looks happy, though, arms open for Changbin to settle himself there.
They stay like that for what feels like hours, basking in doing nothing, relishing the contact they don't get to have often but always feels like coming back home. It's simple, with him and Chan. Come hell or high water, they always end up here in each other's arms and it's a constant Changbin can count on, no matter how much time goes by in between. They know not to expect it, but to know it will just happen again, whenever the time's right. They're both very physical people, Chan needs touch to regulate himself and Changbin craves touch more than he cares to admit.
Luckily, with Chan, he doesn't have to admit anything.
Chan's hands, rough and soft at the same time, play with the back of Changbin's shirt. The moisture-wicking fabric isn't Chan's favorite, but it's not bad. Changbin wishes he'd worn the really old, stretched out gym shirt he has on the back of his closet; it's the softest he owns and Chan really likes touching it.
Chan also starts moving his head, nose softly brushing up and down the side of Changbin's face, his temple and ear and jaw. He hums softly, closes his eyes, lets Chan do this as much as he wants. He probably hasn't gotten to do it in a while; Jeongin's not the touchiest person, Felix has been too busy as well, and Chan can only nuzzle Jisung so much before he starts squirming, ticklish all over. The others let Chan get his fill in small doses, but he only really gets to go all out like this when he's with Changbin.
Soon, Chan's touch isn't confined to Changbin's shirt, hands shuffling the fabric of his shorts as well. They're thin and loose, the fabric softer. And now his nuzzling moves down to his neck and chest, rubbing his face in, making contented noises. Changbin's heart picks up, but he tries not to get too excited; Chan seemed tired and just in the mood to cuddle, which is perfectly fine by Changbin too.
"Smells good," Chan seems to mumble, but maybe Changbin misheard him. It's hard to hear him well when half his face is mashed to Changbin's stomach.
Still, Changbin snorts. "If you like sweaty men," he teases, because he knows Chan does. Not all the time and not every men, obviously, but Changbin has seen it first time. Again, he tries not to get too excited, but it's hard, with Chan now pawing at the fabric on the hem of his shorts and rucking his shirt up to nuzzle his stomach.
He must have really needed this. Changbin hasn't seen Chan so touchy in a while. He knows how much Chan loves different fabrics and textures and can get lost stimming for a while, but he hopes it doesn't mean he's been too overworked. Still, Changbin says nothing.
But when Chan's face pushes directly into his groin, Changbin yelps.
"Hurts?" Chan asks quietly, not looking up but being a bit more gentle.
"No, it's okay."
Chan nods and keeps going. Changbin can't help the way his body reacts, though.
Chan must feel him getting hard, but if he's fine with it, so is Changbin. He can handle being hard for a while and just going back to normal later if it makes Chan happy.
"Smells so good," Chan repeats, even more muffled now. Changbin laughs a little, but Chan is fully focused, fingers making little creases in the fabric of his shorts while he pushes his nose in the hinge of Changbin's hip. Changbin used to protest because he couldn't see how it could be true that Chan liked his sweaty scent so much. He doesn't think it smells bad necessarily, and he definitely sees the appeal himself when it's the other way around, but Chan is definitely a lot more into it than he is.
But he doesn't protest anymore. Chan can get whatever he wants. He dares anyone to try and stop him.
Soon, Chan pushes for more. He pulls Changbin's shorts down, making his hard on way more evident through this briefs. Changbin would be mortified if this were anyone but Chan.
"Hm. No." Chan shakes his head after rubs his cheek against Changbin's bulge once and Changbin's heart drops. Is it too much for Chan? Too overwhelming that Changbin is hard?
He's about to apologize when suddenly Chan pulls on his underwear insistingly. Changbin lifts his hips to help him and as soon as he gets everything off, Chan discards Changbin's underwear but keeps his shorts in a tight grip.
"Ah. You don't like that fabric," Changbin's says. Chan shakes his head, confirming Changbin's suspicions. Good to know. Changbin will remember not to wear them if he's meeting Chan, just in case.
Changbin was so concerned with the whole thing he almost forgets that he's now fully naked from the waist down. He's gone slightly soft but then Chan returns his attention to him, eyes half-lidded, face soft and relaxed before he buries it in Changbin's pubes.
He tries not to move or make too much noise. This isn't about him, after all.
But it's difficult. Chan isn't holding back, he nuzzles all over Changbin's dick; mouth, nose, cheeks, jaw, even neck, rubbing up and down the shaft, sometimes straying down to his balls, letting his lip drag on the way, scratching his face with the hair there. It's truly just nuzzling, but it's truly driving Changbin crazy. Because, yeah, it's been a while for Chan, but for Changbin too.
And he's sensitive.
He's made his peace with it. People are different. Who cares if one time while sharing secrets, Jisung declared Changbin 'the fastest gun in the east'? Changbin laughed along, after putting him in a headlock, of course.
Changbin makes up for it in plenty of ways, so he doesn't let it bother him, but now he's getting slightly worried because Chan isn't stopping, his fill definitely not full even when his whole face must have touched every inch of Changbin's cock at least twice, and his hands keep wriggling Changbin's shorts in between them.
"Hyung," Changbin says, soft, careful.
Chan hums. "Hurts?" he asks again.
Changbin shakes his head. "N-No. But—"
Chan hums again. "Just a little more…" he slurs, not meeting Changbin's eye. In fact, he hasn't opened his eyes in a while, too in the moment, clearly enjoying himself. And that's all Changbin wants. He's leaking after another minute, but once again Chan doesn't seem to care. He does use his lips more to drag through it, collect it, but he still gets precome on his nose and cheeks. Changbin is shaking, still trying to hold still but losing the battle because Chan is relentless, keeps moving his head in unexpected directions, keeping Changbin his toes, or, more accurately, keeping Changbin throbbing and swallowing thickly.
It's not Changbin's fault he's sensitive. It's not Changbin's fault Chan is so precious, and hot. It's not Changbin's fault Chan's soft, pillowy lips keep catching on his tip, or that his perfect, sturdy nose keeps pushing against the underside of his cockhead. It's not Changbin's fault that Chan mouths at his balls, breathing in sweat and musk, or that he slots Changbin's entire dick into his neck and nuzzles at it like his favorite toy.
It's not his fault he can't stop Chan in time, and he dares anyone try.
"Hyung, wait, wait—"
Chan doesn't wait, and so Changbin feels himself twitch violently before he's coming all over Chan's hair, his face mashed over Changbin's balls. Chan only moves because he hears Changbin moan and gasp, and at the last moment he rubs his face up down Changbin's pulsing cock, tucked between his nose and upper lip, helping him ride it out until he squirms, oversensitive.
Chan rests his cheek on Changbin's thigh and finally looks up at him, smile soft, face red from the friction and maybe more. "Sorry."
Changbin laughs. "You don't look very sorry."
Chan shrugs. "It wasn't my intention but… A happy ending."
Changbin reaches down to cup his face. Chan leans into it, nuzzles into Changbin's palm a little more. "You feeling okay?"
"Yeah." Chan nods, looking peaceful. "Thank you."
"Hm. What if I wash your hair because maybe I should thank you?"
Chan agrees. And he also doesn't object to Changbin getting on his knees in the shower while the hair treatment does its job, or letting Changbin dry him up with the biggest fluffy towel he can find, or getting together under the blanket and cuddling again.
"I missed you."
"Missed you too, hyung."
Chan plays with the fabric of Changbin's shirt— one of Chan's own, this time— as he falls asleep.