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"You gonna come finish what you started?"
In the darkness of his bath towel, Wooyoung shrieks at Yunho's low voice suddenly so close to his ear. He yanks the towel off his head to see Yunho in the bathroom mirror behind him, smiling with a Pepero stick between his teeth like a cigar.
He laughs and shakes out his damp blonde hair, tossing the towel to the side before turning around. He opens his mouth to say something funny, but-
"Are you?" Yunho hums, leaning forward to cage him up against the bathroom counter, Pepero in hand.
Surprise and attraction flush up his chest and settle in his throat, making him giggle a stupid breathless sound.
He's not sure what's gotten into Yunho. Sure, they've kissed a few times, drunk and horny in the middle of everyone else who was also drunk and horny and making exaggerated sounds of disgust or delight.
But this is something else. This is 10pm on a Tuesday after a long day of work. Sober. Alone, at home. This is Yunho with that sharp intensity in his eyes that Wooyoung has never seen directed at him.
It pins him in place, it makes his heart race. So, he addresses the irritating feeling of shyness like he always has: crash through it like a bull through a barn door.
Eyes glued to Yunho's, he takes the Pepero stick from his hand, sticks it back between Yunho's lips, and leans into him. Smiling, wiggling a stupid, teasing little dance, he chomps his teeth around the other end.
Yunho's eyes are glimmering, but, he's not pulling away.
One bite, another, closer. A smaller bite now, and another, close enough to feel Yunho's breath against his cheek and the warmth of his body. A quivery tension fills him. He wiggles another teasing little dance, grinning up at him.
Time seems to disappear. Teeny, tiny little bites. If Yunho was just teasing him, he could back out and they could laugh the whole thing off.
Yunho breaks. In a rush, he engulfs the rest of it and crushes his lips to Wooyoung's, hands on his steam-damp bare skin.
A surprised sound, remembering to breathe now, he falls into him. He kisses him back, reeling like there's helium in his brain, hands coming up automatically to cup Yunho's jaw.
There's a low hum in Yunho's throat and he kisses him deeper, chocolate cookie flavored, tongue swiping his bottom lip just a little. Wooyoung's eyes flicker open. Yunho sounds so eager. Like he's wanted this for hours. For maybe longer.
He's surprised, and not surprised. Flattered, and oddly giddy. He never thought Yunho would take it any more seriously than drunken fun, or flirty affection.
He probably won't take it too far. Just… fun to kiss, sometimes. We're all a little pent up, after all, he probably won't-
Yunho's warm mouth latches on to the side of his neck, wet kisses and little nips. His hand slides up into Wooyoung's damp hair and tugs a little, holding his neck exposed for him to do whatever he wants to it.
"Shit," Wooyoung gasps. It was almost a yelp, almost a whimper.
He doesn't even have time to be embarrassed. Yunho is mouthing at his collarbone, other hand sliding up to thumb over his nipple.
He definitely whimpers this time. He's reeling, giddy and hot and barely able to catch up. He'd just been taking a damn shower, and now here he is, swept up into something he had never been silly enough to expect, something he's aching for.
Yunho so big and warm caged around him, so familiar and yet, this is not the Yunho he gets every day. This is the Yunho he catches glimpses of and daydreams about sometimes when he wants to cook up a good fantasy to jerk off to.
His mouth is back on his, flooding him with delicious relief and want. They both kiss hungry now, surprise and hesitation set aside for the wet glide of their tongues and sighed breaths.
Yunho grips him by the waist and sits him up on the bathroom counter, the clatter of hair gel and toothpaste ignored.
Steadying himself, Wooyoung makes a giggly yelp that melts into a moan when Yunho steps in between his legs, hands traveling up his thighs to knead at his hips.
Those long fingers fan out over the curve of his ass, thumbs hooking over the waistband of his boxers. He toys with it as they kiss, as if he's deciding to pull them down or not.
Wooyoung's heart feels like jello in his chest. "Yunho," he begins, but his words fade into a gasp when Yunho's teeth scrape over his earlobe, fingers digging into his ass.
"Yunho," he tries again. "Are we- are we gonna fuck?"
It's abrupt enough to make Yunho giggle a little. He stops kissing him for a minute, hands still around his hips, hovering close.
"Yes," Yunho says, low and quiet, thumbs skimming just underneath the band of his boxers. A smile softens his gaze. "If you want to, obviously."
He doesn't have to consider it for longer than a heartbeat. A wild, surging heartbeat that he can't feel because surprise and arousal are searing through every nerve in his body.
"Yeah, I want to."
The words make a sigh heave in Yunho's chest, his eyes going wide and then intense again.
"Yeah?"
Wooyoung nods, eyes back on Yunho's lips. He wraps his legs around Yunho's waist and pulls him closer, moaning when their mouths meet.
He loves the way Yunho kisses, even when it was drunk and meaningless before. He kisses so eager, so sure, yet, somehow Wooyoung gets the sense that he's a little too self-aware, trying to be good at kissing.
He smiles against Yunho's lips. So fucking cute all the time. So fucking cute and he wants to fuck me. He's here to fuck me, we're about to fuck.
Shivery little tingles of shock. This is too far outside of reality, pornographic, so, so, fucking good.
"Are you talking like- you wanna blow each other, or- or do you mean like… really fuck me?" he pulls away to ask.
Yunho moans and tugs their bodies closer. "Yes," he nearly shivers. "Anything- any… as much as you want. I just- want you," he says, swooning into him like the words magnetized their bodies.
"I just want you," he repeats, low and raw, lips brushing over Wooyoung's.
For a second the words wash lust through him so powerfully that Wooyoung feels like he could blackout. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he stares up at him.
This is Yunho. This is Yunho. Yunho who he's seen every single day for years, sweet-natured, good kid Yunho, one of his closest friends, Yunho. Yunho who's dick is hard in his sweats, Yunho who wants him bad enough to come in here and ask to have him.
Softly, he brushes his fingers over the swell in Yunho's pants and watches him fight down a shiver, dark eyes going full and heavy.
"I've wanted to know what it would be like to have your cock in me for a long time," he admits casually.
The words and the whisper of touch nearly makes Yunho's eyes roll back in his head. It gives Wooyoung a little thrill.
He really wants me bad, he marvels.
As if that wasn't obvious enough, Yunho crushes their mouths back together, shoving Wooyoung's hips into his until he's perched precariously on the edge of the counter, Yunho's hard cock against his hip.
Wooyoung holds him close with his legs, grinding up against him a little, hot sugary thrills through his body, the sting of Yunho gripping his hair just a little too hard.
He claws Yunho's t-shirt off as they kiss, Yunho pulling away just long enough to rip it up over his head and fling it to the ground, letting Wooyoung pull his sweatpants off his hips.
Yunho steps out of them and presses his body to Wooyoung's again, hands slipping down his boxers to knead his ass.
"You sure?" Yunho pants against his lips.
Wooyoung nods quickly. "Yeah. Are you sure?"
Yunho moans in response, gripping Wooyoung's jaw and dragging his thumb across his lip. "Yes," he says fervently.
"Jongho's not home?"
Yunho shakes his head. "But, I don't know when he's getting back…"
In a rush, Wooyoung hops down to turn the shower on, grabs his phone and reconnects it to the Bluetooth speaker.
"What music do you wanna fuck me to?" he grins.
"Literally anything," Yunho laughs, looking like he's going to burst out of his skin, hair a mess, dick straining against his boxers.
Wooyoung lets his eyes linger there, curiosity and desire and anticipation as he scrolls through Spotify.
"Music to have sex to playlist," he shrugs, putting his phone down as bass begins to mingle with the shower water.
Yunho cringes and laughs. But then, as he takes in the sight of Wooyoung leaning against the wall in nothing but his underwear, his eyes go dreamy. And then they do that thing where they sharpen into a gaze that feels like a physical jab when it makes contact, though his sweet face remains sweet.
Wooyoung exhales, toes curling where he stands. "Well? You gonna come fuck me?"
Yunho nods with a little quirk of a smile and approaches him, hands cupping Wooyoung's face and gliding down his neck and chest and waist as their mouths hover together for a moment, two magnets aching to clap back together.
Hands back up to hold Wooyoung's face, Yunho sinks down to kiss him in honey drip slow motion, their mouths melting together.
It feels so fucking good. Surreal. Inevitable. Yunho is about to fuck him, and it feels perfect.
"Bend over the bathtub," Yunho murmurs.
Another one of those shivery waves all through him that make his lungs feel full and his knees too soft.
A wild, giddy laugh almost comes out. Yunho is gonna finger him open and fuck him? Yunho? It's almost bizarre. He almost has no idea who he is for a minute.
He blinks up at him. Pretty Yunho with a little pink in his cheeks and those intense eyes. He inhales and slowly breathes the giddiness out. Yeah, Yunho. Yunho is about to finger him open and fuck him.
Yunho points the shower head at the wall so Wooyoung doesn't get wet and glides his big, warm hand down the curve of Wooyoung's spine beneath him.
The edge of the bathtub is cool beneath his hot skin. He bites his lip in anticipation, feeling suddenly too exposed, listening to the sounds of Yunho opening the cabinet behind him and fishing around for lube.
He hears the bottle set down on the floor by his knees, and then gasped curses from Yunho. "God, you're so fucking pretty," he sighs, hands back on Wooyoung's hips.
"Really?" Wooyoung asks, peeking over his shoulder. "I mean, I know I am, but I didn't know you thought so."
Yunho laughs and slaps his ass. "I really, really think so."
He almost turns around to tease him with, "oh, do you have a crush on me?" but, in a new realization, he's pretty sure Yunho's answer would be yes.
And that would be a little too serious. It's a little backwards and fucked up, but for them, for now, it's easier to fuck and not talk about it.
Maybe later. Maybe later he'll look at the ache in his chest.
Long fingers curl around the band of his boxers and pulls them off, and he's aware his bare ass is in Yunho's face and that he should probably feel more self conscious than he does, but there's not much self consciousness left between them anymore.
As Yunho's hands skim and massage his ass, Wooyoung realizes, it's kind of nice. There's none of the breathless nervousness of a stranger, but that just leaves room for confidence and presence to flood in. Room for him to really feel Yunho's every touch, to really feel the pleasure, instead of being distracted by a head full of nervousness.
"Got a cute ass," Yunho mutters, giving it a slap.
Wooyoung giggles and shimmies it at him, heartbeat tripping a little when he hears the click of the bottle cap, and without hesitation, there's a cold, slick touch around his rim.
"Fuck," he sighs.
"Fuck," Yunho agrees, thumb pushing inside him just a little. Curious. Almost teasing himself.
A long finger slides inside him, slow and slick, prodding gently, deeper with each push. He adds a finger and Wooyoung moans, the sound getting lost in the pouring water and music.
"Fuck, I knew those long fingers would feel good," he gasps.
Yunho laughs and kisses the curve of his hip. "You been thinking about me finger fucking your ass a lot?"
He grins over his shoulder, eyes barely open. "Maybe. God, that feels good," he moans, legs spreading a little by themselves, unable to resist the urge to rock back on his fingers a few times.
Yunho mutters half formed curse words at the sight, other hand reaching up to skim the slope of his bowed spine before reaching around to give his cock something to buck into.
Pleasure burns across his scalp and thighs as he fucks himself on Yunho's fingers and grinds into his palm, spurred on by the achy, breathless groans from Yunho as he watches.
"I can't wait to get my cock in you, holy fuck," Yunho murmurs.
"Hurry up and do it, then," Wooyoung whines. "I want it, want your cock," he says, because it's true, he does, but also because he's beginning to grasp that the more he tells Yunho he wants him, the more Yunho falls apart.
And he finds he likes that. Really likes that. "Yunho, I want you in me," he pleads, wondering if that was a bit too much, but Yunho just makes an indecipherable sound and scrambles around for the condom he'd pulled out of the cabinet.
Wooyoung turns around to watch, grinning at how flushed Yunho's cheeks and chest have become, eyes deep and a little wild with lust.
"God, your dick is big."
He knew that, but he's never seen it hard before, and it's just… big.
Yunho grins as he rolls on the condom. "Don't worry, I'll go slow," he teases, condescending.
Wooyoung laughs. "Fuck you," he retorts fondly.
He can tease all he want, but Wooyoung knows Yunho. He will go slow. He will do everything he can not to hurt him, to make him feel good.
There's that big, bright grin on Yunho's face. Naked from his delicate collarbones to his long, long legs. He sinks down behind Wooyoung, one arm wrapping around his waist, the other pulling him back by the chest to mouth at the curve of his neck, cock nestling between his cheeks.
He's touching him with such urgent, clear desire that Wooyoung can't help but moan, swept up on a sugary wave that crests everywhere Yunho's hands touch. "Yunho," he gasps, feeling a silly thrill at hearing himself say Yunho's name like that.
Yunho hums, pushing him gently back down to the edge of the bathtub and grips him by the hip.
"Oh fuck," Wooyoung gasps, feeling the head of Yunho's cock pressing against his hole. "Fuck,"
"Oh fuck," Yunho echoes on a slow exhale when he pushes in a couple of inches. "Oh fuck, you feel good, so good-"
His hands are doing soothing circles from Wooyoung's ass up to his shoulders and back down, squeezing here and there like he's barely holding back from devouring him.
"You okay?" he pants when he's almost fully inside him.
Wooyoung's eyes are casting wildly around the bathtub beneath him. Yunho has his cock buried in his ass, Yunho.
It's so odd and hot that he can't help but moan from the surge of sugary heat. "I'm good. God, your dick is big," he says again.
Yunho laughs a little, bending forward to kiss across his shoulder blades, and Wooyoung is struck again with the thought that it's not something Yunho would get anything out of, unless he likes him. Like, really likes him.
Equally as interesting, the idea makes his ass clench.
Behind him, Yunho gasps against his skin, sitting back up to admire the sight of Wooyoung draped over the bathtub, ass spread and full of him.
"Yunho, fuck me," he whines, fascinated at how the words make Yunho moan, and how the moan sends a flutter through his whole body.
His thoughts are knocked loose when Yunho does as he asks, pulling almost out and then pushing back in, so impossibly big inside him, too full to breathe or think.
"You feel so- so fucking good," he whines when Yunho starts to speed up to a good rhythm.
He's surprised at his own voice, more breathy and wrecked than he expected. "Yunho, oh fuck, fuck-"
Their gasping breaths and the slap of their bodies dissolve into the water raining against the shower wall. Time goes with it, and thought, nothing but the two of them moving together, building pleasure.
"God, come here," Yunho nearly growls, tugging Wooyoung to his feet.
Before he even knows what's happening, Yunho is bending him over the bathroom counter and pushing his cock inside him again.
"Look. Look how fucking hot you are getting fucked," Yunho pants, reaching to cup his jaw and force his gaze up to the bathroom mirror.
The sight makes his balls clench. He does look hot. Flushed and messy, eyes glazed over, Yunho's long fingers gripped around his chin, lean body draped over the white countertop, rocking against it with every thrust of Yunho's cock.
He looks up into Yunho's eyes in the mirror and smiles. Yunho fucks him harder, harder, until it's all he can do to keep breathing in short, choppy breaths, until it's all he can do to keep his eyes open, lost in a fascination watching Yunho's gorgeous body pound into him.
"Feels so- fucking- good-" he pants. "Your cock feels- so good- so… stupid big-"
Yunho laughs, gripping his hips tighter. "Look at you taking it. Taking my cock so fucking good," he groans.
God, why didn't we ever fuck before, Wooyoung wonders wildly. I always knew he had a big dick, I always knew he would be a dirty-mouthed horny freak like me, I knew it, I knew it-
"Oh fuck," he moans, really much louder than he should be if they're trying to be quiet, but Yunho switched to a slow, deep grind, matching the rhythm with his hand up and down Wooyoung's cock.
He keeps going, achingly slow, those dark, piercing eyes simmering with satisfaction watching Wooyoung writhing in the mirror.
"Please, Yunho, please, more, more, more," he begs, burying his face in the crook of his arm to cry out when Yunho slams his cock in.
Relief floods him, and then, is taken away when Yunho only resumes his slow grind against his prostate, stroking his leaking cock, painfully slow.
He almost feels itchy inside, stimulation building up so slowly that it feels like it's stretching his capacity to hold pleasure, almost too much, almost bursting with it.
"Please," he says hoarsely, shuddering with another slow drag of Yunho's cock.
"Sorry, just like hearing you beg for it," Yunho says with a smile in his voice.
He tries to lift his head to say something mean, but the words are knocked loose by him finally getting what he wants. Yunho slams into him and doesn't stop this time, again and again, groaning low as he speeds up, watching Wooyoung squirm and scrabble around the bathroom counter for something to hold onto, knocking over a bottle of mouthwash and a box of face wipes.
"You gonna come?" Yunho asks, low and shivery, "Come so pretty on my cock…"
Whimpering and mindless, all he can do is nod, face buried back in his arm to muffle his cries, impossible to keep himself quiet. Pleasure swells, and burns, and finally breaks, flooding his body with electric heat as he comes in Yunho's hand.
Just barely, he registers Yunho's sounds of amazement, almost reverent, rocking slowly into him, milking out every drop as Wooyoung shudders beneath him. Then his hands travel up to pin his waist to the bathroom counter, and he hammers into him harder than before.
Wooyoung twists his face up to watch him in the mirror, suddenly desperate to see him come despite all the stimulation trying to squeeze his eyes shut. He's so fucking hot, holding him down and fucking him relentlessly, sweat sticking his hair to his face, long neck exposed when he tips his face to the ceiling and moans loud.
"Come on baby, fill me up, pump me full," Wooyoung rasps, teasing and completely serious.
Yunho's face snaps down to meet his gaze in the mirror, eyes so intense and hazy, and then they flutter, and his breath catches, and he's coming hard, each exhale a low cry as he buries his cock in Wooyoung's ass. He pulls out and plunges in again, making both of them moan.
For a second, they catch their breath, no other sounds besides the floating music and the spray of water building condensation on every surface.
Yunho unpins him and pulls out, eyes tired and wide like he can't quite believe that all just happened. Wooyoung reaches over and turns off the shower, and then pulls Yunho in to kiss him deep and slow. He can feel Yunho's shoulders melt back down, and then he wraps his arms around Wooyoung and holds him close, a smile in his heavy eyes.
They hover apart for a second, taking each other in.
"I'm not gonna be able to look at Pepero again without thinking about you fucking me over the bathroom sink," Wooyoung grins.
Yunho laughs and kisses him. "I have about twenty other places I wanna fuck you, if you- if you wanna do that again sometime."
Of all the things they just said and did, that's the thing that makes Yunho's ears go red. Interesting.
"I really, really do. You should've told me you were gonna fuck me that good, we could've been doing this already."
Yunho looks pleased and a little bashful. "Yeah? It was good?" he looks like he's immediately embarrassed for asking, but also really wants to hear the answer, those big puppy eyes searching his.
He wants to squeeze his face until he pops, kiss him to death, throw him on the bathroom floor and go for round two. He opts for the face squeezing, but stops before Yunho pops and pecks a few kisses to his lips.
"Do you think I come like that if isn't good?" Wooyoung laughs. "Pretty sure I'm gonna start craving your big dick soon so I hope you really wanna do that again."
And then, before Yunho can answer, Wooyoung finds himself adding, "Gonna- gonna start craving the way you touch me."
The words come out more serious than he planned on being, but he wants Yunho to know. He can't regret it when he watches the warmth flood Yunho's eyes, followed by that big, bright smile.
"Good," he says softly, and pulls Wooyoung into another kiss.