( it's been a long day — starting with a group photoshoot for a magazine spread which meant everyone had to be up at ass o'clock for the stylists and makeup noonas to get them all looking pretty, followed by a music show performance, a few tiktok dance challenges, a horde of fansite cameras flashing, and finally ... home. well, back to the dorm, which has been hao's home for the past three years after he convinced his parents to let him drop out of school and leave california behind to pursue his idol dreams.
he's still not off the clock, though, even safely back in his bedroom. his face is lit up by his computer screen as he plays music and reads comments from fans aloud, from the mundane: ) "Say hi to New York." Hiii, New York. ( to the divisive: ) "Mint chocolate?" No comment. ( to the utterly sincere and extraordinarily amusing: ) "Haosu live when?"
( he laughs, turning his head to look far too fondly at the su to his hao, laying in hao's bed out of frame, scrolling on his phone. the fans have no fucking idea. well, except the ones that think they do. ) Hyung, they wanna know when we're going live together. ( a grin spreads across his face as he turns his attention back to his chat, reading aloud again: ) "Hyunsu looked sooo sexy during the stage today." I know, right? Devastating.
( this one is maybe hao's own invention as he turns his head towards his bed again, but hyunsu doesn't need to know that. ) Hyung, they want you to say hi. If you're not camera ready, at least say something cute. ( maybe he's a little obsessed with feeding into conspiracy theories. )
[Hyunsu is lounging on the bed, idly flipping through a magazine, though he's not really paying that much attention to the contents. Most of his attention is on Hao, watching him interact with fans on his live.
Hao is better at this part of being an idol than Hyunsu is. He's always bright and energetic during his lives. Silly and a little cheeky. It's fun to watch. Hyunsu enjoys performing on stage, but always feels awkward during lives. The chat moves so fast and he's never sure what to say or where to focus his attention. He doesn't want anyone to feel left out.
He pauses his (mostly fake) perusal of his magazine at Hao's insistent prompting, fully focusing his attention on the maknae.]
You're cute enough for both of us, though.
[It's the sort of compliment he feels like he can get away with saying publicly. Hao is the youngest and calling him cute is absolutely expected.]
( it's so cheesy that hao can't decide if he wants to throw up or cry because he's so fucking obsessed with hyunsu that it hurts. he settles for a happy medium with an eyeroll but an incredibly pleased little smile. ) Stop, you're gonna make me blush. ( and maybe eagle-eyed fans will notice that he already kind of is when he finally stops ogling at hyunsu and turns his attention back to the computer. ) He's something else, isn't he?
( a rhetorical question, really. but when hao tries to keep reading the chat, humming along to the song that he's playing, he finds that he's ... kind of starting to zone out, mind suddenly elsewhere. he could just end the live, probably, but it's barely been fifteen minutes and he told the managers he'd do at least a half hour. he bites the inside of his cheek pensively and then ... an idea bursts forth. a slightly evil idea. )
I'll be right back, guys. ( and he stands up, offering the camera a sheepish, apologetic smile while patting his tummy before muting his microphone and slipping out of frame —
and landing right on top of hyunsu, a veritable tackle of affection, leaning down to steal a kiss while he can. so what if the fans think he's dying in the bathroom if it means he can make out with his boyfriend a little. )
[For a moment, Hyunsu is legitimately worried when Hao stands and tells the fans he'll be back. It's on the tip of his tongue, in fact, to ask if he's okay.
But then Hao is pouncing on him and kissing him before Hyunsu can even get the words out. Hao has a talent for surprising him this way. And of course Hyunsu gives in, kissing him back, magazine completely forgotten as his hands find Hao's waist.]
You're not sick? [He can't help but ask between kisses, amusement mingling with the concern he was just feeling.] What about the fans?
( hao is oh-so-comfy sitting on top of hyunsu like he's his personal throne (and he is), cutely and possibly annoyingly nuzzling his nose against hyunsu's and then against his cheek, a menacing pink cat. )
I'm not, ( he says, cupping hyunsu's face in his hands and giving him a little eyeroll. ) And they'll live.
( there's another kiss pressed to hyunsu's mouth, teeth catching his lower lip at the tail end and biting down, just a little extra pressure and a tug before he releases him and gives him the absolute roundest puppy eyes on the planet. )
[His breath catches as Hao pulls his lip between his teeth and his fingers tighten at Hao's waist gripping him a little more firmly.
Hyunsu stares into Hao's big, pleading eyes and he knows Hao knows exactly what he's doing. He thinks that Hyunsu will do whatever he wants when he looks at him like that.
And he's right, of course. Hyunsu leans in to kiss him lightly on the mouth, offering reassurance even if it's not really necessary.]
( hao's pout melts into a satisfied little smirk at hyunsu's reassurances, widening when that kiss is pressed to his lips. )
I know you do. ( which is part of what makes this, their relationship, so appealing — the fact that they always want each other, even when they can't. which is, like, a lot. but the anticipation builds, makes everything even hotter when they're in the privacy of their dorm, like now, with hao kissing hyunsu deeper, lips parting so he can lick into his mouth, a hand palming over his torso through his t-shirt. )
You really did look sexy during filming today, ( he murmurs petulantly between slides of lips, as though offended by hyunsu's hotness. (and it wouldn't be the first time.) his lips are kiss-swollen and tingly when he drags them across hyunsu's cheek, presses a kiss to his jaw. ) I really wanted to blow you after but I didn't want to torture the stylist noonas with cum on those really nice pants they found for you.
[Probably the smart thing to do would be to gently dissuade Hao from doing this. After all, he's in the middle of a live. The fans are waiting. They're probably worried.
But Hyunsu doesn't do that. He never does. He can never quite bring himself to resist Hao's attention. Hell, he was sitting here on his bed during the live because he wanted Hao's attention. He was waiting for it. It's just come a little sooner than expected.
He slides his hands under the hem of Hao's shirt so he can touch bare skin and groans softly at Hao's confession.]
That was nice of you. [To think of the stylists. Though he's shuddering just a little at the thought, already starting to get hard.] I would have let you, though.
[Just like now, he wouldn't have been able to resist.]
( hyunsu's palms are cold when they slide up hao's bare skin beneath his shirt, sending a little shiver through him, and — at that admission, he groans, face pressed against hyunsu's neck. )
You can't just say shit like that, ( he absolutely whines, tipping his chin back up so he can pout, maybe a little exaggerated but, like, the sentiment is real. ) I'm already not normal about you.
( maybe the understatement of the century, sure, but it bears repeating since it really is hyunsu's fault. not just for being hot as fuck and way too nice, but also for encouraging hao to act this way. like now, when he shifts his hips a little to feel the way hyunsu's cock is twitching to life beneath him.
shit. the intrusive thoughts are winning. his brows furrow and a look of pure determination creeps across his face as he scoots his way down the bed and cups his cock through his sweatpants. ) I'm just gonna — for like a minute, okay? ( and he leans down, mouthing at the length of him through soft cotton, fingers curling into his waistband to start pulling them down. )
[The thing is Hyunsu can't help but say things like that because Hao looks at him the way he's looking at him now, pouty with pleading eyes. He can't lie to that face. He can't realistically deny Hao anything when he looks at him like that.
And then Hao is moving down Hyunsu's body and Hyunsu's breath catches in anticipation as a heady spike of arousal hits him. Fuck. They shouldn't. The live is only paused, isn't it? But Hyunsu wants it as badly as Hao does. He can't pretend he doesn't, not with his cock twitching under Hao's attention.]
Yeah.
[He already sounds breathless and his pants aren't even off yet. Hao says he's not normal about Hyunsu, but Hyunsu is pretty sure he's not normal about Hao, either. He feels a blush creeping into his cheeks as he lifts his hips to help him get his pants off.]
( this is really a bad idea — considering hao has no fucking idea how long he's been gone. time doesn't really exist when it comes to hyunsu, whether they're lazily making out for so long that the sunrise filtering through their bedroom window shocks them back to reality or just taking a "quick" shower together before a schedule, interrupted by one of their members who really has to take a piss while hao's mid-jerking hyunsu off and fucking up into the cleft of his ass because they have to dance that day and it wouldn't be very nice for hyunsu if hao actually fucked him for real. it could be seconds since he muted his microphone or hours, really.
it's why hao doesn't hesitate when hyunsu lifts his hips and yanks his pants down so his cock can spring free — he's quick to take him into the wet heat of his mouth, none of his usual torturous teasing, eyes fluttering closed and brow furrowed in concentration as he starts bobbing his head. he's been waiting all fucking day for this, and he deserves to have hyunsu's dick down his throat if he wants it, even if there are thousands of fans watching a live view of his gaming chair and the fucking wall right now, and —
god, what if his camera turned just enough to see the edge of hao's bed, maybe even a flash of pink hair in the corner? god, what if he forgot to mute his microphone, and all they could hear were hyunsu's moans and the wet sounds of hao relaxing his jaw to take more of him with each dip of his head? fuck, that's a thought — one that has his dick aching, moaning around hyunsu's cock and —
without realizing it, there's a sloppy, overeager bob of his head that makes hyunsu's dick nudge unexpectedly against the back of his throat, leaving him choking and coughing and hastily pulling off of him, teary-eyed and kind of in a fucked-out haze, a string of drool trailing down his chin as he sits up. ) Shit.
( shit. that'll have to do for now. hastily, hao rubs at his eyes, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before climbing off of the bed, clearing his throat and trying (failing?) to look purposefully into hyunsu's eyes instead of at his dick. ) Okay, just. ( ugh, horny brain doesn't leave hao very coherent. ) You can touch yourself if you need to, but don't even think about coming — or else.
( or else what, he doesn't know, but he doesn't have time to think about that right now because he's too busy trying to adjust himself through his sweatpants, tug his shirt down as much as he can so the fans can't see his fucking boner when he re-enters the frame and flops down into his chair, smiling weakly at the camera when he unmutes himself. ) Sorry, guys. I'm okay. Did you miss me?
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he's still not off the clock, though, even safely back in his bedroom. his face is lit up by his computer screen as he plays music and reads comments from fans aloud, from the mundane: ) "Say hi to New York." Hiii, New York. ( to the divisive: ) "Mint chocolate?" No comment. ( to the utterly sincere and extraordinarily amusing: ) "Haosu live when?"
( he laughs, turning his head to look far too fondly at the su to his hao, laying in hao's bed out of frame, scrolling on his phone. the fans have no fucking idea. well, except the ones that think they do. ) Hyung, they wanna know when we're going live together. ( a grin spreads across his face as he turns his attention back to his chat, reading aloud again: ) "Hyunsu looked sooo sexy during the stage today." I know, right? Devastating.
( this one is maybe hao's own invention as he turns his head towards his bed again, but hyunsu doesn't need to know that. ) Hyung, they want you to say hi. If you're not camera ready, at least say something cute. ( maybe he's a little obsessed with feeding into conspiracy theories. )
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Hao is better at this part of being an idol than Hyunsu is. He's always bright and energetic during his lives. Silly and a little cheeky. It's fun to watch. Hyunsu enjoys performing on stage, but always feels awkward during lives. The chat moves so fast and he's never sure what to say or where to focus his attention. He doesn't want anyone to feel left out.
He pauses his (mostly fake) perusal of his magazine at Hao's insistent prompting, fully focusing his attention on the maknae.]
You're cute enough for both of us, though.
[It's the sort of compliment he feels like he can get away with saying publicly. Hao is the youngest and calling him cute is absolutely expected.]
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( a rhetorical question, really. but when hao tries to keep reading the chat, humming along to the song that he's playing, he finds that he's ... kind of starting to zone out, mind suddenly elsewhere. he could just end the live, probably, but it's barely been fifteen minutes and he told the managers he'd do at least a half hour. he bites the inside of his cheek pensively and then ... an idea bursts forth. a slightly evil idea. )
I'll be right back, guys. ( and he stands up, offering the camera a sheepish, apologetic smile while patting his tummy before muting his microphone and slipping out of frame —
and landing right on top of hyunsu, a veritable tackle of affection, leaning down to steal a kiss while he can. so what if the fans think he's dying in the bathroom if it means he can make out with his boyfriend a little. )
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But then Hao is pouncing on him and kissing him before Hyunsu can even get the words out. Hao has a talent for surprising him this way. And of course Hyunsu gives in, kissing him back, magazine completely forgotten as his hands find Hao's waist.]
You're not sick? [He can't help but ask between kisses, amusement mingling with the concern he was just feeling.] What about the fans?
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I'm not, ( he says, cupping hyunsu's face in his hands and giving him a little eyeroll. ) And they'll live.
( there's another kiss pressed to hyunsu's mouth, teeth catching his lower lip at the tail end and biting down, just a little extra pressure and a tug before he releases him and gives him the absolute roundest puppy eyes on the planet. )
Don't you wanna make out with me?
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Hyunsu stares into Hao's big, pleading eyes and he knows Hao knows exactly what he's doing. He thinks that Hyunsu will do whatever he wants when he looks at him like that.
And he's right, of course. Hyunsu leans in to kiss him lightly on the mouth, offering reassurance even if it's not really necessary.]
Of course I do. I always do.
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I know you do. ( which is part of what makes this, their relationship, so appealing — the fact that they always want each other, even when they can't. which is, like, a lot. but the anticipation builds, makes everything even hotter when they're in the privacy of their dorm, like now, with hao kissing hyunsu deeper, lips parting so he can lick into his mouth, a hand palming over his torso through his t-shirt. )
You really did look sexy during filming today, ( he murmurs petulantly between slides of lips, as though offended by hyunsu's hotness. (and it wouldn't be the first time.) his lips are kiss-swollen and tingly when he drags them across hyunsu's cheek, presses a kiss to his jaw. ) I really wanted to blow you after but I didn't want to torture the stylist noonas with cum on those really nice pants they found for you.
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But Hyunsu doesn't do that. He never does. He can never quite bring himself to resist Hao's attention. Hell, he was sitting here on his bed during the live because he wanted Hao's attention. He was waiting for it. It's just come a little sooner than expected.
He slides his hands under the hem of Hao's shirt so he can touch bare skin and groans softly at Hao's confession.]
That was nice of you. [To think of the stylists. Though he's shuddering just a little at the thought, already starting to get hard.] I would have let you, though.
[Just like now, he wouldn't have been able to resist.]
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You can't just say shit like that, ( he absolutely whines, tipping his chin back up so he can pout, maybe a little exaggerated but, like, the sentiment is real. ) I'm already not normal about you.
( maybe the understatement of the century, sure, but it bears repeating since it really is hyunsu's fault. not just for being hot as fuck and way too nice, but also for encouraging hao to act this way. like now, when he shifts his hips a little to feel the way hyunsu's cock is twitching to life beneath him.
shit. the intrusive thoughts are winning. his brows furrow and a look of pure determination creeps across his face as he scoots his way down the bed and cups his cock through his sweatpants. ) I'm just gonna — for like a minute, okay? ( and he leans down, mouthing at the length of him through soft cotton, fingers curling into his waistband to start pulling them down. )
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And then Hao is moving down Hyunsu's body and Hyunsu's breath catches in anticipation as a heady spike of arousal hits him. Fuck. They shouldn't. The live is only paused, isn't it? But Hyunsu wants it as badly as Hao does. He can't pretend he doesn't, not with his cock twitching under Hao's attention.]
Yeah.
[He already sounds breathless and his pants aren't even off yet. Hao says he's not normal about Hyunsu, but Hyunsu is pretty sure he's not normal about Hao, either. He feels a blush creeping into his cheeks as he lifts his hips to help him get his pants off.]
Yeah, okay.
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it's why hao doesn't hesitate when hyunsu lifts his hips and yanks his pants down so his cock can spring free — he's quick to take him into the wet heat of his mouth, none of his usual torturous teasing, eyes fluttering closed and brow furrowed in concentration as he starts bobbing his head. he's been waiting all fucking day for this, and he deserves to have hyunsu's dick down his throat if he wants it, even if there are thousands of fans watching a live view of his gaming chair and the fucking wall right now, and —
god, what if his camera turned just enough to see the edge of hao's bed, maybe even a flash of pink hair in the corner? god, what if he forgot to mute his microphone, and all they could hear were hyunsu's moans and the wet sounds of hao relaxing his jaw to take more of him with each dip of his head? fuck, that's a thought — one that has his dick aching, moaning around hyunsu's cock and —
without realizing it, there's a sloppy, overeager bob of his head that makes hyunsu's dick nudge unexpectedly against the back of his throat, leaving him choking and coughing and hastily pulling off of him, teary-eyed and kind of in a fucked-out haze, a string of drool trailing down his chin as he sits up. ) Shit.
( shit. that'll have to do for now. hastily, hao rubs at his eyes, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before climbing off of the bed, clearing his throat and trying (failing?) to look purposefully into hyunsu's eyes instead of at his dick. ) Okay, just. ( ugh, horny brain doesn't leave hao very coherent. ) You can touch yourself if you need to, but don't even think about coming — or else.
( or else what, he doesn't know, but he doesn't have time to think about that right now because he's too busy trying to adjust himself through his sweatpants, tug his shirt down as much as he can so the fans can't see his fucking boner when he re-enters the frame and flops down into his chair, smiling weakly at the camera when he unmutes himself. ) Sorry, guys. I'm okay. Did you miss me?