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A pair of lips on his jaw is what rouses Hanbin awake.
He opens his eyes to his hyung taking shape above him. His vision travels down to linger on the slit of his towel, the only thing he has on held up by his hip. He wonders at the back of his mind if there’s a chance he’s still dreaming.
Hanbin follows a stray water droplet that trails down the soft flesh of Hao’s thigh. He begins to sit up as his senses flood back to him, continuing to see it roll down his defined calves.
The weight of how much he wants to touch Hao, and how it’s been suffocating him for the better part of the past few months should scare him. Still, the flare of it only simmers through him steadily, and he allows himself the opportunity to hope without objections for the very first time.
Before he could get caught up in his blurry fantasies, Hanbin feels the bed dip under Hao’s knee, watching him set his phone upside down on the bedside dresser beside them. The stare he’s met with is inquisitive before his chin is tilted upwards.
“Did you sleep well?” is what Hanbin hears before he feels another kiss pressed on his cheek. Hao smells clean and fresh like the waves that crash outside their window and it releases a sigh out of Hanbin, who turns to lean into the other after nodding.
“You smell so nice,” Hanbin mutters, breathing in the soft scent of coconut and powder that wafts through him and almost lulls him back to sleep. He rests the arm that isn’t holding him up against the rim of the towel, feeling the soft cotton wrapped around Hao’s waist. He can feel Hao smile against his skin and the calm silence around the room is something he hasn’t been able to indulge in for quite a while.
Hao’s hair is damp through his fingers as he cards through them, plush lips peppering kisses down the side of his neck. “Where are the others?” He has half the mind to ask, burrowing into Hao’s neck further.
Under the guise of unpacking, Hao had so much as dragged Hanbin along after an early dinner, demanding he take a rest from all the extra handling he specifically as leader had been doing all day on top of traveling. If he recalls correctly, Hao led him to the part of the building which has a layout that’s disconnected from the rest, a backyard’s length of sand between it and the main complex.
With the promise of a late start the next day and weight off his shoulders for at least the next couple hours, Hanbin finds it in him that he just doesn’t have the heart to wonder if it was coincidental or on purpose; knowing the other man it’s always up for debate. Having his hyung all to himself for any set amount of time isn’t something he ever protested and he definitely wasn’t going to start questioning it now.
Hao’s hand moves backwards to meet the one Hanbin has on his lower back, “You’ll see them all in the morning,” mirth dancing in his eyes that meet Hanbin’s. “Did you already forget, baby?”
Ah. He blames it on the disorientation from having just woken up, the pet name only making him flush further. He isn’t stupid enough to not notice the altered behavior of his members, recalling the hushed whispering when they think he can’t hear and the writing all over the face on a certain Han Yujin, their youngest never a good liar to begin with.
“You guys don’t have to do anything for me, you know,” and makes him slightly emotional, thinking he was special enough for all the fanfare, especially with the exhaustion and excitement that comes with traveling as a new team, the novelty of it all still not wearing off.
“Don’t worry about any of it,” Hao leans into Hanbin’s space with both hands on the bed next to his hips, gaze ever calculated boring into him. “Besides, you finally have me alone just like you wanted.”
Hao’s eyes are Hanbin’s favorite enigma in the world for a multitude of reasons, so easy to fall in and get lost in. It’s a contrast to how he currently feels, stuck and almost pinned in place, anticipation trickling into his skin as his breath hitches at what’s unspoken.
“Hyung—“ Hanbin starts before he jolts at the pat Hao gives his inner thigh. “You can go wash up now,” is all he gets before Hao stalks off, pretending like the previous conversation and its effect on Hanbin hadn’t happened.
He doesn’t let the towel and its tantalizing dissent distract him further as he scrambles to grab his toiletries into the bathroom.
It really goes unsaid how big Hanbin is on routines. The face masks sticking out of his bag bring a smile to his face, the time the two of them snuck out to the Boys Planet dorm bathroom counters and the look of Hao’s sputtering face when a bit of the essence got into his mouth is a fond memory to him.
The moment he settles in the big bathtub in the middle of the marbled bathroom is when it all starts to sink in for him. He scrubs bubbly soap suds into his body thinking about where the night could lead them and how much he wants it, no matter how it comes to be.
Being alone with only one other person isn’t something Hanbin has given much thought to in this way, not really having the chance, but he guesses there’s a lot of things about himself he’s starting to find out because of Hao. The promise of true privacy dangling before his eyes, to be close to him is all he really wants out of tonight.
He uses Hao’s shampoo, the smell of it bringing comfort to him instantly. It reminds him of the safe warmth whenever the other wraps himself around him, a constant no matter the location or circumstance. Hanbin’s a dreamer, it’s what got him towards his goals alongside pain and effort, and he allows himself to get lost in the fantasy of small domestic pieces of life like this, one person the center of it all.
He hears a small clatter on the floor followed by a curse and a flicker outside the door.
“Hao hyung?” Hanbin stops his wishing in the water to call out. “Are you okay?”
Faint rustling precedes a pause.
“Yes!” Hao answers, “I’m waiting for you right here, you know.”
Curiosity spikes Hanbin at the suggestive tone being used. He lets out a laugh despite it, the whine in Hao’s voice so present it’s palpable, fondness curling into his chest. He figures he ought to get out soon and see what exactly it is he means.
Not bothering to tie the robe he throws on when he does and the ends of his hair dripping, Hanbin steps out of the bathroom to a now dark room.
“Hao hyung?” He calls out, padding closer into the abyss. “What are you up to—“
A gasp involuntarily leaves his lips as he takes in the sight in front of him.
The two double beds belonging to the room are now pushed together, he realizes, Hao sitting right in the middle of it. The words get lost in Hanbin’s throat as his eyes travel all around Hao, seeing he’s wearing nothing but a blue ribbon tied around his neck, coming up to a bow on top of his soft fluffy hair.
Hao is holding a singular cupcake with a candle lit on top, illuminating his face that is beaming up at him. His lower half is covered underneath the white sheets, his dainty ankle sticking out behind him sparking off what’s left to the imagination. Hanbin is speechless.
“Come here,” Hao’s soft voice breaks the trance Hanbin’s been held in for the better part of the past minute. He tilts his head for him to come sit in front of him, a place he would insistently pat if his hands were less occupied.
Hanbin would describe himself no better than a moth in this moment, drawn to the flame that is his hyung on the bed, all dolled up and setting off the heat he feels all over. He settles down on the plush sheets, and opens his mouth to say something before he’s stopped.
“You still have to wait one more minute now,” and Hanbin catches the 23:59 PM on the alarm clock in his peripheral. He meets Hao’s eyes above the flickering light in his palms, a childlike giddiness glinting through them as he holds back to present it to him.
Hanbin then takes the time to truly take him in, the closer proximity bringing in a new perspective to digest. He catches glitter sprinkled across his collarbones and Hanbin aches as he recognizes it, his own palm tingling with the memory of spreading it across the span of Hao’s soft skin for his finale performance of Jelly Pop. The memory of Hao’s voice lilting to ask him of his opinion in front of the mirror after he was done remains a phantom against his ears.
“Hyung,” is all Hanbin can help to say, the prick of possessiveness in the back of his brain preening at how he was the only one here, how only he had the privilege to see him like this.
Hao shuffles forward, eyes soft and full of an emotion Hanbin’s throat clogs for. “Happy birthday, baobei.” he says, pushing the candle in front of Hanbin’s lips, the time of the hour struck. “You can blow it out now.”
Hanbin blows out the candle, nothing but the love thrumming through his veins in the center of his mind. He plucks the candle off the icing before sticking the end of it into his mouth, placing it clean beside the cupcake on the bedside table next to them.
He takes the chance then to finally connect their lips, bruising and slow, pushing him down against the sheets just as he’s been wanting to ever since he first set his eyes on him that night. “I love you,” he rushes out. “I love you,” repeating over and over until Hao giggles against his lips, disconnecting them to hold his face in his hands.
“What did you wish for?” Hao asks, crossing his wrists behind Hanbin’s neck.
He relishes in the scrunch of Hao’s nose when he kisses the elegant slope of it. “You’re in luck because it already came true.”
“Oh?”
“I have you right here with me, just like I wanted.” Hanbin proclaims, and when Hao laughs into the crook of his neck, it feels like all the wishes in the world could never amount to this.
“You’re so corny, you know?” Hao’s voice is muffled against his still slightly damp skin, the scent of the soft cream he uses wafting around Hao’s scenes. “You’re lucky you’re so cute for it.”
“Yeah?” Hanbin tilts his head ever so slightly to peck his jaw. “You do look like my gift though?”
Hao pushes him back upright on his haunches, coy smile fitting in with the rest of his angelic features like pieces of the most sculpted puzzle. He takes the cupcake back from the table.
A fingerful of icing is pressed against Hanbin’s lips. “You think so?” Hao whispers, watching as Hanbin takes his wrist in his hand, his catlike eyes not breaking eye contact as his tongue flicks to lick it clean.
Hao takes both hands and presses them close to his own chest, moving forward to taste the sugar through Hanbin’s lips.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” Hanbin asks. He smears his own swipe of icing against Hao’s lips before diving in, the taste of it addicting when it comes off the other.
“It’s you, so of course I did.” Hao leans back to look at him again. “Do you like it?”
Hanbin can count every lash of his from here, decorating eyes with depths he tries not to fall into. “It’s you,” breath fanning Hao’s cheeks. “Of course I do.”
The need to be closer restlessly runs through Hanbin’s body when Hao grabs his face again, the unfamiliar boil from the deepest pits of his chest only drives him further. The sheet still wrapped around Hao’s thigh rubs against his side, his own robe already halfway down his back as Hao licks into his mouth with vitality.
Hao slides backwards against the headboard when they break for air. Hanbin’s lips try to chase after him before being held back with a knee against his shoulder.
Hao takes the last of the whipped frosting and trails it down from his breastbone to right above his belly button, Hanbin’s eyes not skipping a beat to follow the movement. “Why don’t you open me up then?”
Something in the air snaps at that, and Hanbin really can’t move any faster when he tosses his robe to the floor behind him, ears flushing when he hears Hao let out an appreciative sound at the slight aggression.
He crawls forward to hold the hem of the sheets pooling at Hao’s hips, and Hanbin knows Hao notices his hesitation when soft lips meet up to his.
“Hyung will take good care of you,” Hanbin internalizes every vibration that his lips bring into his skin. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The thought of denial never once crosses his mind, aware of the fact that he would follow Hao blindly to the edge of the earth’s strip, knowing in his core there was no one safer to do this with, no one else that he would rather be with in this moment of time. “I want you so much, Hao hyung.”
Hao pulls him down, the sheet cast aside, nothing between their bodies now with renewed vigor. Hanbin indulges in the heat of Hao’s palm against his sweating skin, the flush that had since risen.
It feels brand new to him all of a sudden, as if he’s just learning how warm and wet and wanton kissing can be. Hanbin feels himself melting down so easily into every touch of their tongues, chasing after every motion until they just start blending into each other.
Hanbin feels the nudge to his shoulder, breaking away to kiss down the planes he watched the hand travel just minutes prior, settling between Hao’s legs when his mouth hovers over the midpoint between his waist.
He peers up at his hyung, looking up through his eyelashes to his hair splayed across the pillow and his hand gently running through the strands of Hanbin’s hair.
His tongue dips out and presses flat against Hao’s skin, the sweetness tanging that he can’t help but suckle deeper into the pillowy flesh. Hao shudders against his warm mouth as he begins to collect upwards.
“You taste so good, Hao-ge,” he pants, eyes and tongue one-track-minded moving north and Hao lets out a harsh sigh when Hanbin licks bluntly in the middle of his sternum. A drop trails left to the direction of his nipple, and Hanbin mindlessly continues his quest, nipping lightly when Hao tugs the hand still in his hair, pulling him up towards parted lips releasing ragged breath.
Hanbin lets his hands wander, palming down biceps and the hard planes of his sides, commiting the feel of them to memory. He swallows every sound that punches out of his hyung at every grope, wanting to keep everything the other gives him inside his ribs and close to his heart.
He shifts back downwards making his head level with Hao’s thighs, unwrapping them spread apart from each other and he surprises himself at the groan he lets out at how much he’s been wanting this. He’s never gone this far before with anyone, face to face with the heat between Hao’s legs, and he grips into his thighs tighter, craving nothing more than to memorize every dip and curve of his body with his mouth, entire body thrumming with the desire to please.
He glanced up at Hao, holding eye contact as he latched onto the meaty flesh of his inner thigh, and heads to town. Hao anchors himself with a hand twisted into Hanbin’s scalp, tensing at a particularly hard suck that Hanbin laps at in apology. He grazes his teeth against the smoothness and kisses up and down his long legs, losing himself to the act of marking them with love bites completely.
It all makes Hanbin’s heart jackrabbit when the moon makes its presence known, its light sifting through the window above them. He watches as it blankets over Hao, his eyelashes casting a shadow above his cheeks. Hanbin has to rest his head on the other’s hip for a minute, breathing it all in.
“Come here baby,” Hao coos at him and Hanbin can feel himself being flipped over, sinking into the plush bedding beneath him. Hao looms over him this time, and the gentleness of how he holds his face before he leans in makes Hanbin whimper, clutching onto the ribbon that has long since come off Hao’s head, still wrapped around his neck.
He leans forward to kiss at the blushed skin, unraveling the satin of it and letting it fall between his fingers, soothing the skin it bared with his tongue.
“I’m all yours,” Hao hushes in the air between them, pushing him back flat onto the bed. He lifts himself up to straddle his thighs on each side of Hanbin. “You get to have all of me tonight.”
“I always want you to have all of me hyung,” Hanbin admits bashfully, the words flying out before he ever gets a chance to reel them back in. “I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you.” He goes on, gaining the courage to look straight into Hao’s eyes. It breaks some resolve in Hao when he leans down, kissing him with as much force as a branding would. Hanbin’s mind goes blank, brows furrowing as he grips everywhere of Hao he can reach, praying the want suffocating inside him translates telepathically to the other man.
Hanbin’s mind was empty of rational thought and discourse; instead he was left with the looping desires that have made a home in his train of natural thought. The fantasies he pushes to the corner of his mind come back front and center, and he wants nothing more than to come undone by the feel of Hao’s tongue moving across and alongside the sensitive junctures of his neck.
“I love this so much,” Hao pecks sweetly at the mole on the base of Hanbin’s neck, just as he’s done many times before. The arm not placed around Hao’s shoulder shakes at Hanbin’s side at the insistant movements. “I love everything about you.”
“Hyung-ah, please,” Hanbin trails off, face hidden in the crook of his elbow. It’s Hao’s turn to explore, currently pit stopped at Hanbin’s chest.
It’s like Hao just can’t get enough, his lips never once leaving Hanbin’s skin, reddening from all the attention. “So pretty,” Hao hushes, tracing the celestial bodies permanently etched under Hanbin’s collarbone.
He pays particular attention to the star in the middle, finding it fitting for the man under him that adorns it.
He expresses it so, peeling the arm covering his face away, slotting their fingers together instead. He wants him to watch as he nibbles into the middle of it, relishing the rumble of Hanbin’s heart pounding where his chin rests.
Hao lifts his head to look at his work, the star blooming fuchsia before bleeding white under the press of his thumb, hypnotized by the development.
“Your skin is just as expressive as you are,” He tells Hanbin, the blush spread across his face and spread down his chest still apparent in the dark of the night. “Did you know that?”
Hanbin opens his eyes, not remembering when he slipped them closed when he feels Hao gently twist his forearm outwards. He doesn’t hold back the same love he applied to the tattoo there either, lips tickling the sensitive skin that talks of having no regrets, tongue tracing every letter.
“I’m almost jealous,” Hao says, his face back up at level with his now, that Hanbin almost goes a bit cross eyed. “They complete you really nicely.”
Hanbin’s heard compliments regarding them before, many times in fact, but it doesn’t erase the warmth that curdles around his heart when it comes from Hao, and it threatens to break the silent but crackling tension between them with mushiness. That is until he feels a hand slither down between them and grip onto his hip bone.
“Relax for me, okay?” is all he gets before Hao slips from his vision, the whiplash dizzying when he feels a firm hand wrap around his cock.
It’s not like they’ve never seen each other before, rushed showers at the crack of dawn and heated makeout sessions have supplied enough material to fill Hanbin’s vision bank ten times over. It still, however, catches his breath stuck in his throat when he looks down to see Hao examine his cock with nothing but hunger in his eyes.
Hanbin takes back what he thought earlier, the air in his lungs emptying in a punch when Hao holds it in his hand, red and erect. He stands it up against his face and Hanbin can’t help the groan that rips out of him when he does, seeing that the size is even comparable. Hao looks back at him and pouts for Christ’s sake.
“You’re so big, Bin-ah,” and it takes everything in Hanbin not to cry out. “But I think you need hyung’s help to use it, is that right?”
Hanbin sinks his teeth into his fist when Hao licks a wet stripe from bottom to top. He circles his tongue around the tip and makes it his mission to make him as wet as possible, precum already starting to pool down the shaft.
He releases him with a pop, and lays their bodies parallel ontop of each other, looking down at him while he takes him back in his hand.
The calluses on his palms, collected after years of being a dedicated musician, rub against Hanbin’s slick skin and it makes his eyes roll, the friction delicious against the motions, moans rolling off his tongue in crescendos.
He brushes his lips against Hanbin’s ear. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you,” he tells him, like it doesn’t make Hanbin burn, the confession threatening to suffocate him when he picks up the pace, the sounds of it resonating around the room.
He tilts his head to the side so they’re face to face, breathing into each other’s mouths more than actually kissing. It doesn’t seem like Hao’s finished yet though, every word hitting Hanbin like a blow to the gut.
A blunt nail digs into his slit and Hanbin’s knee jerks and bends upright, wailing at his hips being pressed down on the mattress. “Have you ever touched yourself like this before?”
The simmering pressure in his abdomen builds taunt. “Yes,” he breathes, but he wants him to know it’s better now, so much better. “Do you think about me when you do?” Every drag of his fingers amping up the struggle to keep his eyes open and from drifting away.
“No one else,” and the smirk Hanbin receives is worth the flames setting fire on his cheeks, the next flick of his wrist wringing out whimpers he’s never heard himself make before.
The fist around him gets tighter, his leaking arousal making the glide easier and Hanbin is restless, his chest rising at a rate he can’t seem to slow down.
“Hyung-ah, please, ah!” and gosh it’s just so wet and he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for anymore, squeezing the fingers in Hao’s other hand in futile hopes of grounding himself.
“Let go for me baby,” Hao says into his skin, leaning forward to kiss him earnestly. Hanbin melts into the feeling, stray tears clumping his lashes as he teeters on the edge. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Hao-ge,” saying the other’s name like a mantra until the wire inside him snaps, his back arching off the bed as he shoots white ropes up and past his chest with a shout. Hao strokes him through it, soft lips never leaving his face as Hanbin shakes against his body, swallowing his cries while the sensations ripple through him.
He expects Hanbin to jerk away at a certain point, watching for the signs when it’s too sensitive. He waits, but even as Hanbin’s reduced to just sniffles, a lax smile graces his face and the way his eyes flutter at every millimeter Hao continues to move his hand stirs something inside him. Huh.
Hao sets him down gently before making his way back between his knees. Hanbin jolts with a gasp when he feels cool breath against his heated skin, and looks down only to see Hao cleaning him up with his tongue, cold hands gripping his thighs apart.
“There you are,” Hao greets him, and Hanbin swears the image of his hyung burns behind his eyelids and will haunt him forever. It makes his dick twitch with interest right in front of Hao’s face, and it’s then that he’s able to study the effect he’s had on the other.
Hao’s hair is a mess, mussed up through the wreckage Hanbin’s fingers brought them. It makes him look wild against the marks littered across his upper body and it does something to Hanbin when he reminds himself he’s the one who‘d done that to him. The thought makes him lightheaded, something akin to righteous satisfaction lodging into him as he drinks in the sight before him.
His breath hitches when Hao comes back up, seeing that his pupils are completely blown out, black and wide. The ache of wanting him rears its head back full force, washing over him in hot flashes. Hanbin doesn’t know when he’s gotten so greedy.
“Please,” he punctuates, embracing what has become of himself, thirst itching underneath his skin. “Please kiss me, Hao hyung.”
It isn't like the ones they shared before, Hanbin thinks. If he thinks at all that is, thoughts halted beyond the taste of him, not noticing the world around them past every flick of Hao’s frantic tongue. He’s not holding back, feeling his cock press into his thigh and Hanbin feels himself become sated under the pressure that is Hao’s weight laid on top of him, humming against his lips.
“How much do you want to fuck me, Hanbin-ah?” Hao asks him, the rasp in his voice bringing shudders down Hanbin’s spine. Hanbin grasps at him, kissing him deeper before he tells him that he wants it, wants him and nothing more.
“Please,” before he cuts himself off at the sudden distance between them. He holds back the whine at Hao detaching from him when he catches the bottle of lube in his hands, what he’s wanted for so long being within reach now.
Hao lets out a light chuckle when he glances at Hanbin’s bottom lip going white at how hard he’s been biting it, pressing his thumb against it to release the abuse. “Bin-ah,” he regains his attention, leaning forward with Hanbin’s lap between his spread legs. “Watch me.”
Hanbin sucks in a breath before settling his grip on Hao’s hips. He zeroes in on Hao’s index finger, dripping and reaching down between their bodies before it begins to circle his rim. Hao rests his head by Hanbin’s neck, making every possible sound he lets out unavoidable to strike at his core directly.
Because of it, Hanbin’s hands don’t take long to get busy, roaming the older’s body like uncharted territory, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He presses deeper to keep Hao steady when he groans in his ear, easing himself through the new insertion.
One digit becomes two, and by the third, they’re rocking together, Hao frantic and moaning in his hands. Hanbin clutches his thighs particularly hard when Hao ruts upwards, and feels the latter’s hand freeze, head thrown back in a silent scream. Hanbin’s lip quivers at the sight, eyeing down at Hao grabbing his own cock at the base so he can recollect himself against Hanbin’s neck.
They’re the same height, one of the first things on the list of the neverending things they share in common. However, the difference in their builds makes itself so apparent in this moment, and Hanbin shakes as he wraps his arm around the small of his hyung’s waist, the feel of it overwhelming and sending him reeling.
“I’m ready for you now,” Hao murmurs in his ear, Hanbin trembling at the sharp intake of breath against his skin when he pulls his fingers out from inside himself. Hanbin plants a kiss on his cheek when Hao grimaces at the newfound emptiness, setting the comfortable weight of his hand upon his lower back in soothing.
“I’m ready for you too,” Hanbin answers back, pulling them backwards to lay on top of each other, offering himself up at the mercy of the one who peers down at him. The sight of Hao’s soft hair flopping back into place around his face makes his heart stutter, threatening to stop altogether when Hao melts into the palm Hanbin brings up to his face, wanting nothing more than to have every point of their bodies connected.
Hanbin’s mouth begins to pool when he feels Hao’s hard cock press against his abs, craving for the day he gets to know the feel of its weight against his throat. He revels at how pretty Hao can be even over there, tip tinted red and smearing precum along the path of its wake. Hao moves to sit up on his knees, grabbing Hanbin’s cock which is in a similar state despite having already come, and positions himself above it.
They groan in unison when Hao begins to sink down on him, the girth spreading him out causing Hao’s eyes to squeeze shut and press their foreheads together. Taking him inch by inch, he bottoms out with a soft wail, holding himself up on Hanbin’s chest for stability.
Hao cracks an eye open while taking time to adjust to the thick size inside of him. Hanbin’s face displays pure unadulterated bliss, a long drawn out moan pouring out of him when Hao clenches down, eyes glistening at the onslaught of tight pleasure.
Hao sits more upright, feeling the drag of his cock inside his walls when he rides up again, taking in every mewl that pulls out of Hanbin, the sounds never stopping as if he was the one getting fucked.
“Do I make you feel good, Hanbinnie?” Hao grins down at him, feigning coy, Hanbin’s fluttering eyes following his index finger trace daintily along his reddened collarbone. He fucks himself fervently on Hanbin’s cock, fluttering around him as he milks lustful sounds out of the both of them, each one spurring him on faster.
Hao leans down, teasing Hanbin with a kiss he doesn’t plant, teeth peaking out of his smile when his breathing patterns become even more irregular. He leans towards him again, his touch feather light and noncommittal against Hanbin’s lips, going against the need to bite into them until the taste of him imprints on his tongue.
Hanbin fists the sheets below them, his other hand bruising deeper into Hao’s hip at the edging, and a tear sheds its way past his waterline, entire body withering like a leaf underneath Hao’s ministrations.
“Oh my baby,” Hao cups his cheek and the tears just don’t stop, Hanbin keyed up to the max, shivering with all his senses standing on end.
“I love you, hyung-ah,” Hanbin chokes out, placing his hand over the one on his cheek. “You feel so good, so so good, please don’t stop,” and he trails off with a sob when Hao starts up again, his bangs matted to his forehead.
Hao slots their mouths together, bottling up all of Hanbin’s cries inside of him. Pressed together at every vantage point, Hao thrusts himself downwards, pinning Hanbin down with his body as if they could mesh into one.
“Touch me,” Hao implores, taking Hanbin’s wrists before setting them on his waist. “I always want for you to touch me,” he continues, pace faltering as he pants at the stark contrast between Hanbin’s large hands and his slim waist, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the younger.
Hanbin hoists Hao off his lap, a guttural groan yanking from the latter’s throat when he’s manhandled into his back, the hands on his waist never leaving once. Hanbin quickly resituates himself back inside with one deep thrust, burrowing his head into the crook of Hao’s extended neck, head thrown back in pleasure.
A litany of curses string from Hao, blunt nails digging into Hanbin’s back at the force he’s being slammed into, Hanbin mouthing at his neck. His cock leaks at the hard clutch his waist is in, praying for the chance to see bruises in the mirror later.
Hanbin’s thrusts turn erratic, and Hao can tell he’s close before he tells him when his hips start to stutter, pulling out except for the tip until he rams back in, jolting Hao up higher onto the bed. His moans pick up in volume when Hanbin’s hand unintentionally presses flat on his lower abdomen, making him feel every grind that much more, black spots starting to dance in his vision.
“Inside, I want it inside,” and Hao holds the heel of his foot on Hanbin’s lower back before his own release hits him like a freight train, catching him off guard as he cums untouched impaled on his cock. The sensation of getting fucked through being filled sets deep into his bones, hot white stars rushing behind his eyelids.
Hanbin bites the juncture between Hao’s neck and shoulder as he pumps into him, Hao’s limbs wrapping around him as the aftershocks run through them. They ride it out, gripping onto each other like a lifeline before slackening into a whole body caress, subconsciously not wanting to let go of each other even after going limp.
Hao slides his fingers into the strands of hair at Hanbin’s nape, tugging light enough to bring his head up from his shoulder. Hao melts at the sight when he meets his face again, Hanbin’s sated smile sleep-soft and pliant and he leans his nose against him, the warmth radiating from him something he can never get enough of.
Hanbin wears contentment well, and Hao can help but relax into the kisses that get littered all over his face, giggling at the ticklish feeling, moving with the motions when their lips finally meet again.
“I love you too, Hanbin,” he says into him and Hanbin’s eyes flutter open, ever an open book when the moonlight shines over his complexion, giddy with whisker dimples all on display.
Hao presses into one with his finger, before replacing the touch with a kiss. “You know, I haven’t gotten a chance to try the bath yet,” he starts, and Hanbin hoists him up in his arms without another word, chuckling at how Hao wraps around him like a koala, yelping with surprise evident on his face.
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It seems as though Hao has made a home on Hanbin’s lap, perched up when they’re all settled back into bed. Hanbin’s thumb unwittingly swirls circles into the cream soft skin of his calf, waiting for the reason Hao is staring intently at the rose he stole from the bouquet on the vanity like it held all the answers to the universe.
Hao finally looks back at him then, a toothy grin spread across his features when he starts plucking the petals from the stem one by one.
“Does he love me,” and Hanbin breaks into a fit of snickers, watching the petals wave down only to settle on top of his body. “Does he love me not?”
Hao keeps him in place when he tries to sit up, his glee not letting up. “This is not a laughing matter.” Hao’s features pinch up in seriousness. “I am trying to romance you.”
Hanbin titters out another laugh, ending on a high note when the last petal falls off at the “Does he love me?” part of the rhyme. Joy washes through him when Hao joins him, their fits blowing the petal off course landing on top of Hanbin’s nose.
Hanbin then registers that he’s grateful for the privacy, their schoolgirl-like boisterousness would’ve definitely woken up the entire dorm especially if they were roughhousing this late.
“Who says I need to be romanced?”
“I did, of course,” Hao’s voice feigned offense, face too warm to mean anything by it. “It’s my mission to make you sick of me by the end of the year.”
Hanbin’s heart does a funny loop, promises of the future something near and dear to him. As if that were ever possible, he thinks to himself.
“Did you mean it?” Hanbin asks before he could stop himself.
“Mean what?”
“What you said.” He pushes on. “About wanting me since you first saw me.”
Hao’s ears twinge a deeper shade, cheeks rounding around a tender smile. “Yeah,” caging Hanbin’s face in between his forearms.
“Would’ve definitely asked for your number if the situation was different.” Hao persists, his attempt to wink obnoxiously failing when both his eyes blink shut instead. He tries again and it breaks Hanbin’s embarrassment, fondness overflowing through him as he yanks him down to distract him the way he knows best.
“No you wouldn’t have,” Hanbin sniggers against his lips. “You would’ve waited for me to ask for your number.”
Hao huffs. “Is it really all that different?”
“Mhm,” Hanbin hums. He walks his fingers up his spine. “The night is still young, you know.”
“You are insatiable,” and Hanbin giggles at the light shove he gives him. “Don’t become a monster. We have every night after this too.”
Hanbin pretends that doesn’t make him preen. “Don’t forget every morning.”
“I am a stickler for morning sex,” Hao ponders, outlining Hanbin’s smile with his forefinger. “You’d take care of me before the kids wake up, right?”
The picture of the morning sun radiating Hao lying under him quickly files away into Hanbin’s brain. “That’s if and when you wake up,” he teases, catching the finger in between his teeth and lip.
“Well, what else do I have you for,” he replies, Hanbin purring when he leans down to kiss the crown of his head.
They lean into each other, basking in the warm afterglow of each other’s presence. Hanbin allows his mind to run wild of domestic moments like this becoming his future. Dreaming is in his nature, always finding it the first step towards everything good he has in his life, and he glows, content and happy.
Hao turns his head that has since been laying on his chest, patting his pectorals. “You need to sleep now.”
“Hmm.”
“Hanbin, I’m serious.”
“Okay.” He makes no move to get under the covers, playing with Hao’s insistent fingers instead.
“They’ll come bursting in for you the second the sun rises. I can’t have you groggy.”
“You’ll be groggy,” Hanbin squints playfully at him. “You should sleep and I’ll watch.”
Hao scowls, swatting at him in hopes to wipe the smug look off his face. “Sung Hanbin.”
“Zhang Hao.” He bites back, Hao’s eyebrow cocking up at the drop of the honorific. “You should start to get used to that, for I have that privilege for an entire month now.” Hanbin beams.
He barks out laughter when Hao smushes his face further into the pillow, bringing his own face closer barely an inch away. “Say it again.”
“No,” Hanbin retorts, trying not to fidget under the pinches Hao administers in revenge. He starts to fake snore in the elongated way he always imitates Hao’s to be, chortling when he pokes a sensitive spot on his ribcage.
“You know you can’t deny me for long,” Hao says as he turns over to lay down, the fight dying in him when he yawns into the back of his hand. He settles in, pulling Hanbin’s arm over his waist and draping his leg over his before sighing. “Happy birthday, Hanbin-ah.” planting a kiss on his jaw. “I love you.”
Hanbin takes a second to gaze down at him, nestling his chin on Hao’s head, tucking them in. “I love you too, Zhang Hao,” wistful at the smile that crinkles across his face. “I love you too.”