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It isn’t everyday that one decides to ask their boyfriend if they can sleep with another man.

Hao knows he has to tread carefully when approaching the topic. Even Hanbin, the man everyone believes is an angel sent from above, has his limits, buttons Hao knows he should not touch.

Normally, Hao wouldn’t go there. Hanbin does not do well when it comes to Hao fraternizing with others. As it works out, the same applies to Hao when it comes to Hanbin. The amount of possessiveness they both hold is far too much for a couple who is madly in love. Hao knows.

That is why he chose to bring the topic up now and not hours ago when Hanbin was in an alright mood.

They’re lying down on Hao’s bed. Hanbin’s warm arm slung over Hao’s waist as he cuddles him. Lazy kisses press slowly along his shoulder as Hanbin slowly begins to drift off to sleep. Hao knew this would happen. Once the got back from their last schedule Hao had dragged Hanbin into the bathroom, letting him fuck him slow and steady, praising Hanbin’s every move. Sure he had been buttering him up but it was for a good reason.

“Hanbin?” Hao traces a pattern into the sheets. He’s nervous, Hanbin rarely ever says no to him but he doesn’t want to make his boyfriend uncomfortable with this request.

Even though they had an agreement.

“Do you remember that thing we talked about when we first got together?”

Hanbin’s response is a muffled “mhm” pressed against his back. He tightens his arm around Hao patiently waiting for Hao to continue.

“Well I was just wondering. How serious were we about that?”

A beat passes. Then Hanbin’s grip on his waist is loosening and Hanbin is shuffling, pushing himself up into a sitting position. All the drowsiness seemingly disappears upon hearing Hao’s unusual question. Hao sits up as well. It’s hard to see Hanbin in the darkness of the room but Hao has a pretty good feeling Hanbin is looking at his shadow with a calculated expression.

“Which thing are you talking about right now?” Hanbin asks, there’s a hint of tension in his voice. Something that sounds like Hanbin knows exactly what thing he’s talking about but what’s to hear it directly from Hao’s mouth.

Hao wets his lips, his mouth suddenly going dry with nerves. He knew this wouldn’t be easy. With a topic like this one it wasn’t going to be. His silence doesn’t help. Hanbin crosses his arms, Hao can almost see the glare in his eyes.

“The one about sleeping with our celebrity crushes given the chance.” The chance for Hao being the work trip he has coming up. Their manager recently confirmed that he would be using the same travel accommodations as his friend Soobin from Tomorrow x Together. Friend being the key word he plans to use when mentioning to Hanbin that it’s Soobin he wants to have sex with.

The deep breath Hanbin lets out is a tell tale sign that he is far from on board with the idea. The deafening silence that follows only amps up Hao’s nerves. Hanbin is either very upset for Hao even bringing it up or his brain is reworking to find the best way to tell Hao and his idea to fuck all the way off.

Instead, what Hanbin says is: “Is this something you really want?” He sounds curious, almost as if Hao’s answer to this question is going to unlock a new level of Hanbin. Hao can see it now. Sung Hanbin jealously level one thousand. The bonus level Hanbin doesn’t let Hao leave the country.

But Hao came prepared for this very reaction. Or at least some variation of it. He’s thought this through. Sort of.

“You know I love you, right?” Hao says in his airy, ‘I’m about to kiss you like I mean it’ voice. He does just that, pressing a loving kiss to Hanbin’s slightly willing lips. Hao pulls away, satisfied with the reluctant sigh that he barely hears from Hanbin.

Hanbin doesn’t answer and for a moment Hao is terrified that Hanbin might actually be upset with him. That was the last thing he wanted. He know this would be a shot in the dark but he wasn’t willing to make Hanbin uncomfortable.

Opening his mouth Hao prepares himself to take it all back, on board with providing Hanbin the reassurance he’s probably going to need after being asked a question like that. Just as he was about to go into damage control mode Hanbin says:

“If you want to do it, I won’t stop you.”

Hao falters, blinking into the dark as he tries to make out the expression on Hanbin’s face. He can’t imagine what is going through Hanbin’s head right now. Nothing good he’s assuming. Still, just the thought of Hanbin being mad has Hao retracting his whole statement.

“I’m not going to do it,” Hao tells Hanbin softly. He interlocks their fingers, squeezing so that Hanbin truly understands how serious Hao is. “I was just asking.”

“There’s no need to lie to me,” Hanbin tells him, squeezing his fingers back. “We had an agreement. We both can pick one celebrity to mess around with judgement free. And besides, this is a one time thing, right?”

Hao nods his head even though Hanbin can’t really see him. “Yes this is a one time thing.”

Even though he says those words there’s a cloud of doubt floating over Hao’s head. Why is Hanbin so calm about this? He expected flat out rejection, not Hanbin agreeing to let him go through with this. The answer is so shocking Hao can’t move past it even when Hanbin begins to lie back down and tugs Hao with him.

“You can’t be okay with this,” Hao says, still unable to move on.

“Oh I’m not,” Hanbin answers as a puff of air hits Hao’s back and it is the only sign he gets that Hanbin is far from okay with this. “But we both know he isn’t going to fuck you half as good as I do. So I’m not worried about it.”

The comment has Hao gasping, turning in Hanbin’s hold and letting him roll him over for the second time that night. When he comes, clutching onto his sheets with all the strength he has as his orgasm rips through him like a tidal wave, Hao looks up at his dark bedroom ceiling.

He wonders if Soobin can prove Hanbin wrong.

*~*~*

The rules to this agreement were simple. They were also repeated, texted, and printed out to Hao so that he wouldn’t forget. Hanbin wanted to make it absolutely clear that if Hao was going to mess around with someone other than him even once there would be some ground rules to adhere to.

Rule number one had been no unnecessary touching.

Hao had broken that rule accidentally upon meeting Soobin and trapping him in a tight hug. Soobin reciprocated it, smiling from ear to ear at the idea of sharing a plane with Hao. They walked to the plane discussing their schedules and little bits of information about what their groups were up to at the moment. It felt good to talk to a friend like this in person. That was until Soobin leaned down to whisper something into Hao’s ear making him shiver. The act had Soobin leaning back, eyeing Hao curiously before internally deciding that it wasn’t worth bringing up.

Hao was reminded of rule number two right then. That Hao was in no way shape or form allowed to try and influence Soobin to sleep with him.

Not that Hao could do that if he wanted too. A good amount of people knew that Hao and Hanbin were a thing. Soobin included. There was no way Soobin would be making a move on Hao at any point on this trip unless Hao gave him a little push.

Which led him to rule number three. Hao is only allowed to sleep with Soobin if Soobin himself asks Hao to sleep with him.

Hao had found that rule a little unfair. No good man, no good friend would ever ask their friend who’s in a three year strong relationship to sleep with them. No matter how much flirting Hao does.

Hanbin hadn’t budged on the rules. In fact he had stared Hao down the second he voiced his complaints, shutting him up immediately with a look so damning Hao zipped his lips and only opened them when he said goodbye.

At a loss for words Hao had no clue how he was going to make this happen. Here he was in a whole other country with the okay on the opportunity of a lifetime and his boyfriend's rules locked him up tighter than a high security prison.

“So much for not being worried,” Hao mumbled to himself as they entered their restaurant.

The restaurant was Soobin’s idea. It wasn’t meant to be romantic or anything. Simply an observation that they would both be hungry after their flight and one solid meal together would be the best way for them to fully catch up.

A private room was rented at a nearby restaurant courtesy of their managers who also wanted a small break. After being led to their private room Hao takes in the scenery and sighs. This would have been the perfect place to put the moves on Soobin. Hell, if Hanbin were here Hao would have crawled right under the table and…

“What can I get you two to drink tonight?”

Hao completely misses their waiter entering past the curtains. After ordering wine and appetizers Soobin leans in asking Hao about his most recent comeback and about all his members.

Honestly if Hao wasn’t so in love with Hanbin, Soobin would definitely be one of his crushes. Soobin is confident, carefree, and so attractive it could be a crime. When he leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and legs spread wide under the table Hao has to swallow his own spit to keep from jumping across the table and planting himself right in Soobin’s lap.

“Oh, how is Hanbin by the way?” Soobin asks once their drinks have been delivered. Taking a sip Hao internally curses his boyfriend for being so damn protective. Then he curses himself for finding it so hot.

“He’s doing great,” Hao answers, downing half his glass. When did he get so thirsty? “He’s been pretty busy lately. Coming home late, leaving me all alone.”

It isn’t meant to be bait. Just a simple fact that Hanbin has been more than booked and busy as of late. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind until Soobin gave him his second weird look for the night.

“Hao,” Soobin starts and Hao has a feeling he knows what’s about to come out of his mouth.

One of the reasons Hao was so confident about being able to hook up with Soobin was the fact that ever since they became friends there has been this underlying tension between them. Jiwoong always said it. That if Hao didn’t have Hanbin that the two of them would have been all over each other. Hao never saw it. No one will ever compare to Hanbin.

But the bit about the tension was real. The way Soobin is looking at him right now would send shivers down Hao’s spine if it were Hanbin.

“Is Hanbin going to be okay with this?”

Hao supposes he should be thankful he has such amazing friends. He isn’t sure if it’s because they respect Hanbin enough to not want to cross any boundaries or if it’s because they care about Hao enough to not want to make his boyfriend uncomfortable. Unfortunately Hao needs Soobin not to be that friend right now.

“I promise, Hanbin is more than okay with anything we do while we're here.”

The implications are loud and clear. Soobin’s eyes widen with surprise before he masks it with indifference.

He coughs into his napkin, heat tilting as he looks up at Hao. “Anything?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. He doesn’t believe Hao. He wouldn’t believe himself either. Especially not with the extreme love story that’s been going around about them. Soobin probably thinks Hao is lying or worse that Hao is trying to cheat on Hanbin and destroy the happily ever after ending everyone, including Hao himself, has been looking forward to.

“Let’s just say Hanbin and I have come to an agreement.”

Soobin’s lips part, a silent ah escaping them as he realizes just what kind of agreement Hao and Hanbin have come to. “I don’t believe he took that conversation well.”

Hao laughs quietly, taking another sip of his wine. He was going to need more before the night is over to get through this. “He has a set of rules for me to follow. So long as I keep to that we’ve been given the okay.”

Soobin seems to consider it. He swallows down the last of his drink, pouring more for himself and Hao before tapping the table three times.

“How would we…” he trails off. Hao’s got him.

Slipping off his left shoe, Hao slides his socked foot along the side of Soobin’s ankle holding eye contact as he drags his foot all the way up Soobin’s leg. He rests it on Soobin’s chair, the tiny space between his muscular thighs barely brushing against his cock hidden behind his loose fitting jeans.

“We would start here,” Hao tells him quietly. Resting his chin in his hand, Hao lets his eyes roam all over Soobin. He really does have great proportions not to mention he’s very handsome. “We could start like this.”

Tilting his foot forward, Hao brushes the tip of his clothes toes against Soobin’s crotch, adding more pressure when Soobin hisses out a curse, eyes shifting down to get a good look at what Hao was working on between his legs.

“Then we could go back to the hotel, and we’d…” he trails off, his finger running along the rim of his wine glass before dipping inside wetting his finger with the dark liquid. Pulling it out Hao sucks it into his mouth, releasing it with a lewd pop that has Soobin shivering, his soft cock hardening beneath the sole of his foot.

“And Hanbin okayed this?” Soobin says breathing shakily. His hips inch toward Hao’s slightly rubbing involuntarily against Hao’s foot before Soobin stops himself. “I don’t want to cross any lines.”

Hao shakes his head, releasing Soobin of his worry. “No lines crossed here. Believe me when I get back Hanbin is going to make me regret asking for this.”

Soobin’s mouth parts as he lets out a shocked gasp.

“You asked to have sex with me?”

Hao shrugs unapologetically. There was nothing he could do now that it was out there. “This is a one and done thing, Soobin. You know you want to, I know I want to. I believe it’s called clean harmless fun.”

Soobin shakes his head almost as if he’s trying to reset his brain and gain some clarity. He’s trying to take the high road. To be the bigger man and not the guy who lusts after a taken man. But Hao has done this before. Soobin isn’t the first guy he’s gotten off in the back of a restaurant and he won’t be the last, not while Hanbin is still breathing.

He rubs his foot more persistently against Soobin. Finding the right motion, the right pressure, that has Soobin’s eyes fluttering shut and his thighs twitching around Hao’s foot. He’s as hard as a rock under Hao’s foot. Every little move Hao makes has Soobin fighting not to sit here and hump his foot into completion.

Hanbin would have. He would have called Hao a menace to society and gripped his ankle using his hold to press Hao just where he wanted him and use him until he reached the end.

That is what Hao wants Soobin to do. But Soobin isn't Hanbin and something is telling Hao he’s going to have to take the more dominant role in tonight’s fun.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Hao says, his tone laced with a seductive tone that gives Soobin whiplash. “You aren’t the first person to want me like this. In the palm of your hand.” Soobin shakes, his unsteady hand rests on his thigh.

“Soobin,” Hao says, his voice so low he can barely hear himself. “I want you to wrap your hand around my ankle while I get you off. Then I want you to take me back to the hotel.”

Soobin swallows loudly. The action drew attention to Soobin’s Adam's apple. If only they weren’t idols, Hao would mark him up the way he wants to, laying a forbidden claim on him.

“What would we do at the hotel?”

Hao bites his lip just thinking about it. He shouldn’t have done this. Now he’s worked up, he feels the low heat stirring from deep within desiring something he left back in Korea.

“I’m going to ride you,” Hao tells him, his breath hitching when Soobin twitches. “You’re going to be the perfect toy for me.”

At that, Soobin lets out a low groan, his eyes falling shut as he finally holds on to Hao rocking his hips forward in small increments as he uses Hao the way Hao demanded him too while Hao helps pushing against his dick in a circular motion.

“This feels so wrong,” Soobin mutters to himself. “How are you doing that so well?” Soobin implores, his head falls forward as he curses, breathing unevenly, as he grips Hao’s ankle grinding discreetly against his foot.

“Let’s just say I’ve had some practice,” Hao whispers. Hao feels Soobin’s leg shake. “I think it’s better if we continue this somewhere else, don’t you?” Hao’s gaze pierces Soobin’s, he bites his lip watching its effect on Soobin once again. He isn’t the first man to become infatuated with their plumpness nor the last.

“Come on,” Hao sings songs, eyes roaming over Soobin’s body as he shakes in his seat.

Hao pushes his plump lips into a pout. “If it feels so wrong why do you look like you’re about to come in your pants?”

Soobin startles, Hao’s words shock him so badly Hao feels Soobin shiver then still a slight dampness barely seeps through Hao’s sock when he realizes what just happened.

“Y-you—”

Hao holds up a hand, a smug expression on his face as he looks at Soobin with a smile.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Shut up,” Soobin whines, covering his eyes. He’s smiling too. Probably unable to process what just happened and defaulting into everything is going to be an okay mindset. Hao knows he would be if the roles were reversed.

With that out of the way the attention refocused back on their meal. Soobin tells Hao about their new show they’re filming while Hao mentions their dorm drama.

As dinner comes to an end Hao’s libido spikes just as they head to the van. It’s a rough twenty minute drive to the hotel. Barely able to keep himself together he whispers dirty things in Soobin’s ear like how his come feels drying in his underwear or how long he thinks he will last once Hao gets on top of him.

He has to hand it to Soobin he holds on to. Whispering back a few things of his own that would have Hanbin shaking with rage. It’s a good thing Hanbin isn’t here right now. But it is also a bad thing because Hao wants him more than anything.

The ride up to Hao’s room is endless, when they finally make it Hao’s manager pulls him aside just before he enters the room.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Hao’s manager whispers to him. “I refuse to be your alibi when Hanbin goes berserk because you wanted to get your dick wet in a foreign country.”

“Don’t worry, Hanbin gave me the green light,” Hao tells him, he walks away, glancing over his shoulder. “And if he didn’t what would you do to stop me.”

Hao doesn’t hear much of what was said after. He believes there was a harsh whisper of I’m calling your boyfriend which Hao guesses is a good thing that their managers care enough about their relationship to tattle when the other might be cheating. Hao isn’t looking forward to that incoming call from Hanbin. No doubt he won’t be too thrilled that his plan failed.

Entering the room Hao grabs Soobin by his jacket, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. His tongue swirls inside of Soobin’s mouth, fingers combing through his styled hair messing it. “Is it always like this with you?” Soobin moans against his mouth, dragging Hao into his lap.

Hao grinds down on Soobin pulling a reckless groan from deep within him. “It always is,” Hao says panting, his eyes rolling back when Soobin grips his waist. “Harder,” Hao demands when Soobin bucks against him. The friction between them sends sparks tingling through his spine.

“Mhn, Hanbin.”

Soobin stills, the look of disbelief on his face has Hao snickering. “What? I love my boyfriend.”

“Clearly,” Soobin laughs. “You going to be like this the whole time?”

Hao leans forward, dragging his ass over Soobin’s pants, arms wrapping around Soobin’s neck as he kisses his cheek.

“Jealous?”

“What man wouldn’t be?” Soobin asks, his large hands smoothing over Hao’s round ass, squeezing and eliciting a needy moan from Hao. “You sound so pretty.”

“I’m a singer,” Hao says smugly. “You are too.”

Rolling his eyes, Soobin bucks up against Hao again, smirking when Hao lets out another shaky sound.

“So what’s this agreement you have with Hanbin? He can be too happy about his boyfriend getting it on with someone else.”

“The agreement” —Hao says, capturing Soobin’s lips in a wet and filthy kiss— “is I can do this once with you. Then we go back to being friends and act like you haven’t been inside of me.”

Soobin kisses him again, lips moving against Hao’s as if he’s trying to prove something. He’s good. Very good. But Hao is biased and thinks Hanbin is the best at everything when it comes to him.

“Kiss my neck,” Hao instructs. Reaching for his pocket Hao slides out his phone, unlocking it and swiping until he finds Hanbin’s contact.

This was rule four. If anything were to happen Hao would have to let Hanbin know before it does. Hao wasn’t too sure about that rule. It was only going to upset Hanbin.

Soobin follows his instructions. Warm lips trailing along Hao’s neck while Hao presses the call button.

“Yeah,” Hanbin’s sleepy voice mumbles through the phone. Just hearing his voice sends shivers down Hao’s spine, his hips twitching against Soobin. When Soobin moans, the sound of Hanbin sitting up echoes through the phone. “Oh, you’re doing the thing.”

“I’m doing the thing,” Hao confirms breathlessly. The sound of Hanbin’s deep sleepy voice has Hao grinding down on Soobin a little faster the image of it behind Hanbin runs wild in his head as he hears his boyfriend breathe into the phone.

“You seductress,” Hanbin’s sleepy voice says with a chuckle, the sound of him laying back down rustles through the speaker. He probably isn’t wearing much. Just his sleep pants and no underwear which usually makes it easier when Hao wants to start something late at night. “Poor Soobin.”

“Poor me,” Soobin parrots, his head rolls when Hao grinds down firmly, his hips circling in a way that has Soobin clutching him for dear life. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so good at doing that.”

Hanbin goes silent. Oh he’s pissed. Hao can feel it through the phone. Hanbin doesn’t share, not him, not ever. Hanbin doesn’t even like hearing about the people Hao has slept with in the past. Like Hao expected, Hanbin had only managed to upset himself even further.

“If you’re upset, I wouldn’t be,” Soobin chimes in when Hao comes to a stop. His words are meant to be reassuring though Hao isn’t quite sure how Soobin expected to cheer up his level ten possessive boyfriend who just heard his boyfriend pleasuring someone else. “He’s only thinking about you.”

A sweet sentiment. It’s true but it isn’t working.

“Hao,” Hanbin’s gruff voice calls out to him.

“Yes?” Hao answers, staring at the phone.

“I’ll see you when you get back.” The call ends and Hao stares at the blank screen in shock. Hanbin didn’t like this at all.

But their make up sex was going to the hottest it’s ever been

Soobin looks over at Hao’s phone too. “He didn’t sound too happy.”

Hao vibrates. Hanbin wasn’t happy at all. Forget everything he was about to be fucked within an inch of his life when he got back. All that pent of anger Hanbin was harboring would flow right out and into him.

“I can’t wait to get back,” Hao sighs, tossing his phone to the side.

“So I’m you’re using me?” Soobin smirks. “Evil.”

“Who? Me?” Hao asks innocently. Their kiss has a more secretive feel to it.

Like they’re doing something they shouldn’t be.

Suddenly, Hao isn't as into this as he thought.

“Look,” Hao says, pulling back. “I don’t think I can do this.”

Soobin lets out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness. I mean I was down to do it if you wanted too but I’m pretty sure Hanbin would skin me alive and then Yeonjun you resurrect me so that he could skin me himself.”

“So we both have possessive boyfriends?” Hao giggles sliding off Soobin’s lap.

“Worse,” Soobin says, shaking his head fondly. “Mine is dramatic.”

Chapter Text

Hao wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he returned to the dorm.

The drive over had been filled with awkward tension between him and his manager. After the first night the entire trip was filled with quiet side eyes and disappointed head shakes. Almost as if he couldn’t believe Hao would willingly cheat on Hanbin. He’s been muttering snide comments under his breath. No doubt waiting to see just how Hanbin handles the situation.

But really there was no situation to handle.

Backing out had been the last thing Hao expected to do. He had Soobin right there underneath him. Hao had his lips on his, his ass grinding on top of Soobin's dick like it was the only thing that mattered. Yet he couldn't go through with it. He only wanted Hanbin. Deep down he knew Soobin wouldn’t compare. Somehow he knew no one ever would.

Climbing the stairs Hao checks his phone one last time. A text from Gyuvin pops up just as Hao reaches the front door.

G: out for the week
G: have fun
G: but not too much fun

Everything was coming together. He planned this perfectly. Operation make Hanbin jealous had been a success. Sure he purposely left out the fact that he and Soobin hadn’t done anything in the end, but he would apologize for that later.

Entering the dorm, Hao isn’t surprised to find Hanbin by the stove, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air. The smile he reserved for Hao is plastered on his face when he notices Hao’s arrival, squeezing Hao in a hug and going in for a kiss.

Call Hao greedy but one kiss simply isn’t enough especially after being away from Hanbin for so long. Hao tries to deepen it, pushing forward at the same time Hanbin pulls back.

“You must have had a long trip,” is what Hanbin says, reaching for Hao’s abandoned suitcase. He lifts the handle, rolling it further inside the dorm. “How about you shower and unpack first. Then you can tell me all about your trip.”

Frowning, Hao reluctantly agrees. Tossing his clothes into the washing machine and heading into the shower. Usually the warm water feels refreshing. Only right now standing alone in the shower stall Hao can’t help but feel like something is going horribly wrong with his plan.

When he’s dressed and his hair is blow dried he returns to the kitchen where Hanbin is stirring at a pot mindlessly. Hao takes a seat at their small dining table, watching Hanbin as he goes through the motions, adding ingredients here and there and tasting, making a pleased sound when it tasted the way he expected it to.

Turning around, Hanbin moves to grab a new spoon he notices back sitting there and jumps pressing a hand against his chest.

“You startled me,” Hanbin says, laughing nervously.

Hao doesn’t understand it. Hanbin should be fuming. He should be tense. He shouldn’t be able to even look at Hao right now.

Instead Hanbin grabs what he was searching for, spooning some sort of paste into the pot.

“So tell me, how was the trip?”

Eyeing Hanbin’s movements, Hao chooses his words carefully.

“It was fun,” Hao answers. “I barely left my hotel room.”

“Oh,” Hanbin responds, he’s still stirring, he doesn’t even turn around. “Is that so?”

If anything his response confuses Hao even more. This isn’t Hanbin at all. At least not the Hanbin that Hao was expecting to come home too.

“What’s up with you?” Hao asks suspiciously when Hanbin finally turns around. He has a spoonful of whatever it is he’s making, approaching Hao expectantly holding it out.

“Taste.”

Hao opens his mouth letting the spoon slip inside. It tastes amazing. He knew it would, Hanbin made it after all.

“Hanbin,” Hao says after he swallows. “You’re acting…weird.”

“Weird how?”

Hao looks around, flustered by Hanbin’s nonchalance. “I don’t know. I was expecting something, you know, different from what we’re doing right now.”

“What were you expecting?” Hanbin asks.

He’s messing with him. Hanbin smiles mischievously, watching in amusement as Hao’s plan crumbles in front of his eyes.

“I was expecting mind blowing sex not taste testing dinner,” Hao’s confusion quickly turns to rage when Hanbin huffs out a nervous laugh.

“I figured you had enough of that,” Hanbin tells him, he heads back to the stove, dropping the spoon on the pot cover and leaning against the counter. “You know since you spent all that time with Soobin in your hotel room. You said it yourself you barely even left. You must be tired from all that.”

Hao can’t believe this. He can’t believe Hanbin. Not his reaction or the words coming out of Hanbin’s pouty lips.

“We didn’t even…” Hao bites his tongue. Hanbin’s eyebrows raise, a move so attractive Hao has to remind himself the Hanbin in front of him clearly has no intention of fucking him tonight.

“How about I tell you how my days spent away from you went,” Hanbin says when Hao frowns deeply.

“To start, I didn’t think you would try to fuck him on the first night.” Hao freezes. “Actually I was so sure you wouldn’t, I went to sleep thinking he wouldn’t, not tonight at least. So imagine my surprise when I got a panicked call from our manager saying you might have gotten him off in some restaurant.” Hao winces. “Which you didn’t tell me about by the way.”

Hanbin chooses his words carefully. Each one is like an arrow to Hao’s heart despite the lighthearted way Hanbin is saying them. Hao doesn’t dare to respond, something tells him Hanbin is just getting started.

“I guess I should be thankful you did call me, you know, after you got back to the hotel and were already doing god knows what to him. I did wonder what you were doing to make him moan like that.”

He did do that. Guilt-ridden, Hao looks down, unable to meet Hanbin’s piercing gaze.

“But it was late and I figured, I should just think about it in the morning. No need to get upset now.”

Hao exhales. So he isn’t too upset after all.

“But then, after your failed attempt to sleep with him, he calls me three hours later apologizing because he didn’t want this to affect our friendship.”

Hao does not like the tone Hanbin is getting in his voice. It’s starting to sound anything but calm. Like Hanbin is trying his best not to feel exactly what he felt in that moment but bringing it back up only makes him relive it.

“Of course I forgave him. It wasn’t his fault. And I actually felt bad for getting upset about it.”

So…he isn’t mad?

“But just when I thought this was all over, the next day his manager called me wanting to get ahead of any tension this might cause between our two groups.”

At this point who didn’t call Hanbin? More importantly, why do so many people have Hanbin’s number?

“I guess I should be grateful we have so many people who care so much about our relationship. And I don’t blame him for falling prey to your advances.”

Hanbin pauses, Hao glances up, finally daring to meet Hanbin’s eyes. When he does Hanbin is looking at him with such understanding Hao feels more than just bad. He regrets everything.

“So I figured we should just get this out of the way.”

It takes a second for Hao to process Hanbin’s words. Get what out of the way? The conversation. Him forgiving for being a horrible boyfriend.

“I was talking with Yeonjun about the whole thing yesterday actually. Soobin ran home and confessed everything.”

Of course he did. Hao might not have understood Soobin and Yeonjun's relationship but he was under the impression that Yeonjun was the one in charge over there.

“And I figured Yeonjun should just be my celebrity choice.”

Hao’s heart drops. Forget whatever plan he had before he couldn’t believe Hanbin would…why would he ever?

“What are you saying?”

“We go on tour in a few days and Yeonjun leaves with his group for a schedule the day after tomorrow so,” Hanbin shrugs “the opportunity has presented itself. I want Yeonjun to be my person.”

Nothing about what Hanbin is saying processes well in Hao’s brain.

Opportunity presents itself.

My person.

As Hanbin spoons the soup into two bowls Hao feels sick. He lost his appetite. There’s no way he can stomach anything after what Hanbin just said to him.

“What do you think?” Hanbin asks, placing the bowls down on the counter. He doesn’t bring it over to Hao, not yet, keeping his distance as he lets Hao think over his proposition.

“I…” Hao stutters, his heart breaking in two at the idea of Hanbin sleeping with anyone other than him. “If you…” he can’t even say it. His eyes well up with tears so fast that he can’t blink them away.

All he can manage is a weak: “Are you sure?” To which Hanbin’s smile drops instantly.

“Hao?”

“If you want to…” Hao says next but he’s already sniffling. He hates when he gets this way. His own jealousy isn’t rough and aggressive like Hanbin’s but heart wrenching sadness. He’s always been like this, quick to tears when his emotions become too much. He found out shortly after dating Hanbin that his reaction to Hanbin only doubled.

The horrific play-by-play of Yeonjun and Hanbin shacked up in one of their dorms. Hanbin holding Yeonjun the way he would him, it only makes it worse.

“Hao I didn’t mean it,” Hanbin says, kneeling in front of him. “You know I didn’t, just like I knew you wouldn’t have done anything with Soobin even though I said okay.”

Wiping away his free falling tears Hao looks at Hanbin’s face.

“You knew?”

Hanbin nods his thumb brushing away Hao’s stray tears. He tilts his head up, capturing Hao’s lips in a tender kiss. It tastes like Hao’s tears and the soup Hanbin had been making. It only makes Hao cry harder. He can’t believe he asked this of Hanbin and he can’t even handle the idea himself.

“I’m sorry,” Hao says meekly. “I shouldn’t have asked for it in the first place.”

Hanbin kisses him again languidly, pouring all the love he has into it. It really isn’t the time for Hao to feel the familiar heat stirring inside of him.

Tears drying as he cups Hanbin’s face in his hands finally deepening the kiss the way he’s wanted too since he arrived.

“You won’t do it with Yeonjun, right?”

Hanbin laughs, pecking his lips before answering. “I won’t, I just said it to get back at you.” Then his face drops. “I’m sorry too.”

They meet halfway again, unable to let the other go. Both are still trapped in their minds.

“Since we’re both sorry,” Hao starts, he slips off the chair, still kissing Hanbin as he pushes him back maneuvering him until his back is on the ground. He presses his hand on the ground letting Hanbin’s head fall on it carefully, sucking Hanbin’s bottom lip and releasing it with a wet pop.

“I thought you were sad,” Hanbin groans when Hao settles on his lap, sitting directly on his dick and rolling his hips gently. It’s far different from the way he had been pressing against Soobin, but this is Hanbin and Hao knows Hanbin.

Hao whines, lips surging against Hanbin’s as their kiss grows in intensity. “I’m not sad anymore,” Hao confesses, gasping when Hanbin slides his hands down Hao’s body, finding his waist and pulling him down as he grinds up against him.

“Can we just skip to the make-up part of this?” Hao requests. They’ve already started. If the way Hanbin is rubbing against him is anything to go by.

“Here?” Hanbin asks, inhaling sharply, when Hao’s lips find his neck, sucking lightly, careful not to leave any marks. The kitchen floor is far from the ideal location to beg for forgiveness but Hao doesn’t want to leave Hanbin for a second.

“Right here,” Hao confirms.

Hao lets Hanbin flip their position, undressing him quickly and tossing his clothes wherever he sees fit.

Hao hisses when his warm skin touches the cool wood under him. Moaning in relief when Hanbin crawls on top of him replacing the cold with his own warmth. Wrapping his arms around Hanbin’s neck Hao let Hanbin do as he pleases, kissing his skin slowly as if he were memorizing the feeling of his lips on him.

“I wanted you the whole time,” Hao tells him when Hanbin caresses his skin, his warm hands feeling Hao’s soft thighs, making him shiver.

“I want you all the time,” Hanbin confesses, sealing his words with a kiss that makes Hao want to cry all over again.

Hao likes this, the feeling of Hanbin on top of him just kissing mindlessly, unhurried as they just enjoy each other.

He also likes the feeling of Hanbin inside of him which sheds light on a new issue.

“Wait, how are we going to do this? We don’t have lube.”

“Ah,” Hanbin says, looking around. Usually they have some lying around somewhere. But the closest location he can think of is by the couch which, craning his neck back, looks farther than he’s willing to go right now.

Taking in their current position, Hanbin considers, “It would be more comfortable for you if we moved.”

It would be. But Hao wants Hanbin as quickly as possible. He also knows Hanbin isn’t going to do this if he thinks Hao is going to complain about it tomorrow.

So couch it is.

Getting up Hanbin pulls Hao to stand, moving quickly as Hao situates himself on the couch letting Hanbin slide between his legs. Reaching under the couch Hanbin retrieves the item they’re looking for, laughing when he sighs in relief when he notices the bottle is still full.

“Blankets,” Hanbin instructs, making enough room for them to tug one of their blankets underneath him. “Gyuvin is going to kill us if we get this couch dirty,” Hanbin reminds him.

“You would think he bought it,” Hao sighs when he feels Hanbin move closer to him, coating his fingers in lube and grazing his finger along Hao’s rim. The act has Hao’s eyes closing, heart hammering in his chest with anticipation.

When Hanbin slides his first finger in, Hao reaches for the first thing he can find, fingers flexing against the couch cushions as Hanbin pushes his finger all the way in nudging against his sweet spot and immediately reminding him that this is exactly why Hao is so attached.

“Don’t look so smug,” Hao stutters when Hanbin bites back his smile, fingers massaging inside of him and eliciting tiny whimpers from Hao who shoves his hips down, eager to have Hanbin’s fingers filling him up.

The second finger slips in and then the third. By then Hanbin found his groove, fingers fucking inside of him loud and fast. Clenching around Hanbin’s fingers, Hao's mouth parts moaning desperately as Hanbin works him to completion.

Hao shakes as his orgasm quickly approaches. He doesn’t want to come like this. Not with Hanbin still fingering him. But he doesn’t have a choice. Not when Hanbin is staring at him with such intensity, fingers shoving inside of him with such precision.

It’s that very look that tells Hao he’s closer than he thinks. Hanbin bites his lip, curling his fingers inside of him and shoving them so deep Hao feels the stimulation tingling through his body.

“Hanbin,” Hao sobs, feeling the wet splatter of his come on his abdomen. Hanbin works him to completion, fingers prolonging the feeling as tremors wrack through Hao’s oversensitive body.

He whimpers when Hanbin slips his fingers out clenching and unclenching around absolutely nothing. He’s exhausted from just this, Hanbin knowing just how to touch him, just how to tire him out without even needing to fuck him.

Hao lets out a deep breath calming himself just as he feels Hanbin’s wet dick press against him.

“Wait, but I just came,” Hao whines when Hanbin slides the thick head of his cock along his rim. He doesn’t push in teasing the fluttering hole. Despite his words Hao inches towards him, the feeling of Hanbin hard and leaking rekindles Hao’s desperation.

Hanbin pressed in just enough for the head to slip in and Hao gives.

“Do it,” Hao says, “I want you in me.”

It’s too soon. They both know if Hanbin does it now Hao won’t be able to handle the extreme pleasure of his first orgasm and the feeling of his second one approaching far too soon.

Yet neither of them seem to care when Hanbin sinks in him, hips rolling into Hao with a dirty thrust that has Hao arching into it, gasping for air when Hanbin’s skilled hips drive into him, grinding flush against him.

“Yes,” Hao moans when Hanbin does it again. The smooth rhythm of Hanbin’s practiced thrusts send sparks shooting through Hao. “Closer.”

Wrapping his arms around Hanbin’s neck Hao pulls him where he wants him. He needs to feel him everywhere. Desperately craving every gutteral moan and shaky breath that Hanbin lets out.

There isn’t anything Hao needs to ask for. Tightening his legs behind Hanbin’s back Hao feels him shift, bracing himself against the couch and driving into Hao so hard he bounces in his hold. The couch shifts, inching forward as Hanbin pounds into him.

It isn’t the rough jealousy fuck Hao had expected. It’s better. Hanbin’s dick grinding inside of him hitting his prostate with every single move.

Lifting his hips slightly, Hanbin sinks into him. In an odd moment of clarity, the moment when Hao’s head rolls back against the couch cushion feeling the motion of Hanbin inside of him, Hao thinks: he fucks similar to how he dances.

His movements are effortless. Perhaps it’s the amount of times they’ve done this or simply Hanbin’s ability to magnify the feelings of ecstasy spreading through Hao with each thrust.

“It’s so good,” Hao stutters, sobbing as his eyes roll back, “oh fuck, Hanbin, oh fuck.”

The string of curses he lets out leave even Hanbin shocked, the surprised laugh that hits his ear as Hanbin groans-

“Yeah, I know. I know exactly what you like.”

Hao can give him that one. He’s earned that kind of confidence with each powerful thrust, hitting his sweet spot every time. Hao still doesn’t know how he does it. Clutching Hanbin for dear life, the rough moan Hao lets out conveys it all. Hanbin really is the only one for him.

“I’m gonna come,” Hao whines, clenching down on Hanbin’s dick. “Shit…Hanbin…” he moans as Hanbin looks up, face flushed red and sweaty.

“Come,” Hanbin tells him reassuringly. “I want you too, you look so pretty when you do.”

He holds him tighter, the wet sound of Hanbin fucking into him faster, head buried into Hao’s neck as if he never wants to let him go. It’s enough to have tears rolling down his face for the second time that night, trembling as he comes and clutching Hanbin just as tightly.

Hanbin doesn’t stop, gliding in and out of Hao with minimal resistance. Hao feels him throbbing inside of him, so close to coming. Then it happens, Hanbin clutches Hao’s thigh, holding it tight against his hip as he slides in and out of him, murmuring incoherently. Hanbin always looks beautiful when he comes, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted as he fills Hao just the way he likes.

Then he opens his eyes and kisses Hao sweetly like he does every time and Hao is forced to try everything in his power not to cry all over again.

“I love you, you know that right?”

Hao nods, kissing Hanbin back just as carefully.

“I love you more, if you couldn’t tell.”

Hanbin laughs softly, kissing him one last time.

“Impossible.”

Combing his fingers through Hanbin’s damp hair Hao just had to make sure.

“So we aren’t doing this ever again, correct?”

The look Hanbin gives him is one Hao has deemed Hanbin’s psycho eyes. A hard stare with so much emotion behind it Hao holds his breath.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Hao’s breath hitches.

There he is.

*~*~*

Entering the living room Hao nearly runs smack into Gyuvin. He’s standing there looking at the living room, eyes shifting from the couch to the coffee table and then to the rug.

“Is there something different here?”

Glancing around their living area Hao shrugs. It looks the same to him. Nothing has moved as far as he’s concerned.

Hanbin exits his own room, nearly running into Hao. His hands shooting out to stop himself from crashing into Hao’s back.

“What’s going on?”

“Gyuvin says there’s something different about the living room,” Hao tells him, pointing to where Gyuvin has now moved, standing between their coffee table and the couch.

“No, there is something different.”

He walks around the coffee table in circles before turning to the couch suspiciously.

“Did you two move the couch?”

Hao’s heart drops.

Did they?

“No,” Hanbin says immediately. He sounds sure. Sure enough that Gyuvin, for a moment, second guesses his own words.

Then Gyuvin walks to the side of the couch sitting on the armrest and stretching out his legs before standing.

“You did move it!”

“How can you tell from just sitting?” Hanbin exclaims. “It’s fine, it’s exactly where it was when you left.”

Gyuvin shakes his eyes, eyeballing them suspiciously. Before his face pinches in disbelief.

“The couch?!” It isn’t a question. He’s sure of it now. “Oh god we need a new couch.”

“Nothing got on it,” Hanbin insists. It only makes the situation worse as Gyuvin eyes the furniture wearily. He moves past them both sitting on one of the dining chairs before jumping out of his seat pointing at it accusingly.

“You two didn’t defile the chairs too, did you?”

Hanbin covers his face with his hand. “No, just the couch.”

Gyuvin shudders in disgust. Opting for the location he deems the only safe place in the dorm, his room.

“With the way he’s acting you would think he doesn’t have a boyfriend of his own,” Hanbin says, shaking his head and heading to the fridge.

Later that night when Hao lies in his bed he opens his chat with Ricky.

Haohao: didn’t you and Gyuvin fuck on our couch???

Rickyyy: I’m not allowed to tell you the amount of things we’ve done on that couch…

He knew it.

That little hypocrite.