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From the moment they arrived in the Philippines, Steven hadn’t stopped smiling.
Not the forced, practiced kind he wore for cameras, but the real one, the one that came easily when fans screamed his name in a language he didn’t fully understand but felt down to his bones. The energy of Manila was different, loud, bright, alive. It reminded him of debut days, when everything still felt new.
Tomorrow, they would hold their first-ever fancon. Months of sleepless nights, of perfecting harmonies and setlists, of worrying whether anyone would show up. And now, here they were, standing under a sky scattered with foreign stars.
Their manager had told them to rest. Steven had nodded, leader instincts always kicking in, but he knew none of them would actually sleep this early.
When Woongki suggested a quick night swim, everyone jumped at the chance. Well, except for Han and Chih En who decided to just chill and relax in their own hotel rooms.
So there they were, in the quiet, hidden pool behind the hotel, just them, no fans, no cameras, no eyes but their own. The faint city lights from a distance couldn’t reach them here, only the soft glow from the underwater lamps made the water shimmer in shifting blues.
Woongki and Shuaibo were the loudest, taking turns posing and taking photos of each other with their phones balanced carefully above the pool’s edge.
"Okay, one more! Look fierce!" Jeongwoo yelled, only for Woongki to splash him in the face right as the camera clicked. Their laughter bounced across the water, echoing under the tall palms.
Near the middle of the pool, Juwon and Daisuke were playing some unspoken game, a mix of tag and chaos, chasing each other in circles while half-singing the chorus of one of their songs. Daisuke, ever dramatic, tried to float on his back and pretend he was filming a music video until Juwon dunked him under with a shout of triumph.
Steven watched them with quiet fondness, leaning against the edge. For once, there were no rehearsals to lead, no cues to follow, no schedules pressing against his shoulders. Just the sound of his members being boys again, young, unfiltered, free.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw JL.
His JL.
He was sitting a little away from the others, towel draped loosely around his shoulders, camera phone in hand, quietly taking candid shots of everyone. He wasn’t posing, just observing, the kind of person who captured moments instead of stealing attention. Every time someone laughed, Steven could hear the soft click of JL’s phone shutter.
Steven felt something in his chest tighten, that familiar, dangerous pull.
JL looked peaceful like that. The light from the pool reflected in his eyes, making them look softer, like starlight caught just beneath the surface. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and his skin glowed faintly against the blue. There were a hundred words Steven could’ve said to describe him, but all that came to mind was beautiful.
He swam toward him before he could think twice.
"Taking pictures of us again?” Steven asked, leaning on the pool’s edge beside him.
JL looked down at him with a small, teasing smile. "Just making memories.”
"Then let me take one of you.”
"What? No~” JL said instantly, shaking his head. "I look terrible.”
Steven chuckled and reached out a hand. "You never look terrible. Give me your phone.”
After a moment of hesitation, and a faint, knowing roll of his eyes, JL handed it over. Steven climbed halfway out of the pool, water dripping down his arms, and gestured for JL to move back toward the corner where tall plants framed the wall.
The spot was dimly lit, shadows flickering across JL’s face, softening everything. Steven lifted the phone. "Okay, stay there. Tilt your head a bit, yeah, like that. Pretty.”
JL laughed shyly, brushing his wet bangs aside. "You’re seriously doing this?”
"Leader’s orders.” Steven said, pretending to adjust the angle. "Smile for me.”
JL did, not the practiced one he wore on stage, but the real one, small and lopsided and impossibly sincere. Steven felt the world slow down. The way JL’s smile curved, the faint crease near his eye, the quiet warmth that made him look more like home than any place Steven had ever been, it was all too much.
He took a few photos, but really, he was just staring.
When JL noticed, he reached out for the phone, grinning. "Okay, my turn.”
Steven didn’t move fast enough before JL snapped a photo of him mid-protest, hair messy, water trailing down his cheek, expression caught between surprise and laughter.
JL looked at the screen and laughed. "See? Not so flattering now.”
Steven reached for the phone. "Delete that.”
"Never.” JL said, stepping back playfully. The plants behind him rustled, their shadows swallowing the space between them.
Steven shook his head, smiling helplessly. The others were still splashing in the distance, their laughter fading as they started gathering their towels, but here, in this quiet corner, time felt like it had paused just for them.
He didn’t realize how close they’d gotten until the laughter in the background turned into goodbyes.
Woongki waved at them from across the pool, dripping and grinning.
"We're heading back, you two. Don’t stay too long!” he called out, eyes glinting with mischief. "Manager hyung will kill you if you get sick.”
"Yeah, yeah.” Steven muttered, waving back half-heartedly.
Then, one by one, the others disappeared into the hotel.
And just like that, the noise was gone.
The night folded into silence, broken only by the whisper of the water and the sound of their breaths. JL stood there at the edge, still holding his phone loosely, eyes meeting Steven’s.
For the first time that day, neither of them smiled.
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The water had gone still, the faint ripples softening until the surface reflected the glow of the pool lights like liquid glass.
Somewhere in the distance, insects hummed and the night breathed slow, heavy, and warm.
JL hadn’t moved since the others left. He stood near the shallow end, arms resting lightly against the tiled edge, his skin glistening under the pale shimmer. Half of his face was bathed in golden light, the other lost in shadow, the faint curve of his lips betraying thoughts he wouldn’t say out loud.
Steven drifted closer, silent at first, cutting through the water in slow strokes.
Maybe it was habit.
Maybe gravity.
Or maybe that quiet, magnetic pull that had always existed between them, something unnamed but alive, something that seemed to grow stronger the more they tried to resist it.
"You’re quiet.” Steven said softly, voice low and rough around the edges. The sound carried across the water.
JL tilted his head, his gaze calm but teasing. "You’re the one staring again.”
Steven’s mouth curved.
"Can’t help it. You look...” His eyes roamed, lingering for a moment too long on JL’s mouth before finding their way back up. "Different tonight.”
"Different good or different bad?”
Steven’s smile deepened, slow and deliberate. "Good. Always good, baby.”
JL huffed a laugh, looking away, but the corners of his lips gave him away. "You’re just saying that.”
"I never just say things to you.”
The words came quieter now, heavy with something unspoken. Steven pushed himself upright, water cascading down his shoulders and chest, the droplets catching the light like glass. He stepped closer until his shadow fell over JL, the faint scent of chlorine mixing with the warmth of skin and night air.
JL didn’t move.
"You shouldn’t look at me like that.” JL murmured, his tone almost a whisper.
"Like what?” Steven asked, though the glint in his eyes said he already knew.
"Like you’re about to do something stupid.”
Steven chuckled softly. "Maybe I am.”
JL met his gaze then, something sharp and unsure flickering beneath his calm. It felt like a dare, like an invitation neither of them knew how to take back.
"Then do it.” He whispered. "But make sure to do it properly."
"Oh baby, I always do you, properly." Steven said with a smirk.
The air seemed to stop moving.
Steven reached out, fingers brushing against JL’s wrist. The touch was tentative at first, like a question waiting for an answer, but JL didn’t flinch. Instead, he stepped closer until the water barely separated them. The faint current shifted between their bodies, carrying the heat of one to the other.
"You know we shouldn’t...” Steven said, but even he could hear how hollow it sounded now.
JL’s smile came slow, lopsided. "You always say that right before you do it anyway.”
Steven’s laugh was quiet and breathless. "You know me too well.”
"I do.” JL replied. "That’s the problem.”
Their laughter faded into the kind of silence that hummed, the kind that made every inhale too shallow, every heartbeat too loud.
Steven reached up, brushing a wet strand of hair from JL’s forehead. His fingers lingered, tracing the shape of JL’s temple, the line of his jaw. It was a touch both hesitant and reverent, like he was memorizing something fragile he wasn’t supposed to have.
JL’s breath caught, chest rising just slightly against Steven’s.
And then, finally, the distance disappeared.
The kiss wasn’t careful.
It didn’t ask permission, it was permission.
It came sudden, deep, a collision of everything they’d been holding back. Steven’s hand slid to JL’s cheek, then the back of his neck, pulling him closer. JL’s fingers tightened on Steven’s shoulders, grounding himself against the rush that came with the first taste of something forbidden and inevitable.
Their movements weren’t practiced, they were desperate, learning each other in fragments, a gasp, a sigh, the slide of damp skin and the thrum of pulse against pulse. It wasn’t about softness, it was about honesty. The kind that burned slow but deep, that felt like saying everything they’d been too afraid to put into words.
When Steven finally pulled back, only an inch, both of them were breathing hard. JL’s lips were parted, his eyes unfocused, pupils wide in the dim light.
"You really are bad at following rules.” JL said quietly, a shaky laugh escaping between breaths.
Steven’s answering smile was soft and dangerous all at once. He leaned in until their foreheads met, the warmth of his breath brushing against JL’s lips again.
"Only when it comes to you.”
The night folded around them, the world beyond the pool fading into something distant and unreal. The stars shimmered above, their reflections trembling on the surface of the water. For a moment, it felt like time had stopped, like the universe itself was holding its breath, watching them fall, watching them finally give in.
And somewhere in that stillness, Steven thought, maybe this was what it meant to drown.
Not in water.
But in someone you could never stop wanting and loving at the same time.
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Steven's hands gripped JL's waist tighter, fingers digging into the taut skin as their lips moved feverishly against each other. The cool water rippled around them, but the heat building between their bodies was intense. JL whimpered into the kiss, his own hands sliding up Steven's bare chest to tangle in his wet hair.
Breaking away with a gasp, Steven panted, "Fuck, I need you so badly right now. Want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock."
To make his point, he grinded his hips forward, letting JL feel how hard he already was.
JL bit their lip, dark eyes smoldering with lust.
"You're so horny. You know we're in a public place, you idiot." JL purred, letting his hand trail down to stroke Steven through his swim trunks.
"Not my fault you look so fucking hot right now." Steven says before giving JL another hot and wet kiss.
With a groan, Steven pushed JL back against the pool wall, grinding their clothed erections together.
"Get these fucking trunks off me. Now, baby please." He growled, shoving JL's hands aside to undo his own trunks. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy. "Want to try something dangerous?"
"We're already doing something dangerous now. What is it?" JL whispered, though a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips.
"You already know what I mean." Steven leaned closer, voice low enough to blend with the sound of the water. "Suck me off underwater."
JL’s breath caught, the tension between them thickening. The idea alone was enough to make his pulse race. The idea of pleasuring his boyfriend, having his cock in his mouth while he's under the water not able to breath, made his already half-hard cock twitch in his own swimming trunks.
"So?" Steven mused.
JL didn't use his words, soon after, he slid down the wall, taking Steven's shaft in hand under the water. JL stroked him slowly, admiring the way it curved up towards his stomach.
"Fuck, you're so hard already." JL breathed.
Without waiting for another comment from the older he sinks into the water to lap at the head of Steven's cock with his tongue.
Steven grunted, hips bucking forward.
"That's it baby, worship my cock...haaaa...fuck—good...so fucking good." His voice was a low rumble, thick with desire.
Even though he can't hear Steven due to being underwater, JL took him into his mouth, lips stretching around his hyung's cock. He bobbed his head, taking him deeper each time until Steven's cock hit the back of his throat. JL swallowed around him, eyes watering as he struggled to breathe.
The night air was cool on his skin as Steven stood waist-deep in the empty hotel pool, the clear water lapping gently around him. JL surfaced briefly, pushing his damp brown bangs from his face with a small smirk before ducking back under. Steven could feel JL's warm, wet mouth engulfing him again, sliding up and down his thick, hard shaft.
"Fuck, that feels incredible...nghhhh!" Steven grunted, fisting his hand in JL's short hair and guiding his head as he bobbed faster. "Your mouth is perfect, baby. L-Love—shit—how you take my cock so well."
JL made muffled, appreciative sounds, tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive head. He moved with determination, eager to make Steven come undone. The water sloshed and rippled around them as Steven rocked his hips forward, fucking JL's mouth.
Just as Steven felt his release approaching, JL popped off with a gasp. He surfaced for air, stroking his shaft rapidly as he loomed over them.
"Need you to cum for me." JL panted, before sinking back down and lapping at the tip of Steven's cock and flicking his tongue against the slit.
"Shit—" Steven groaned, clenching his fists at his sides. He grips JL's hair tightly, pulling the younger back up before asking, "You want my load that badly, baby? Want to taste me on your tongue?"
"Yes." JL breathed, diving back under to suck Steven deep into his tight throat. He moved with renewed enthusiasm, massaging his hyung's shaft with his slick muscles as Steven thrust into his mouth.
With a strangled moan, Steven came hard, spurting thick ropes of cum into JL's waiting mouth. JL gulped it down greedily, massaging Steven's shaft to milk every last drop.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, JL surfaced, licking his lips to savor the taste of Steven's release. Steven hauled him up into his arms, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss and tasting himself on JL's tongue.
"Fuck, you're amazing." Steven breathed against JL's lips, cupping his small and delicate face. "My perfect little slut."
JL just purred, grinding his hips against Steven under water and relishing the feeling of Steven's softening cock against his own aching erection.
The two held each other close in the quiet pool, basking in the afterglow and the promise of more to come. JL traced his fingers lightly up and down Steven's strong back, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.
"So good." JL murmured, nuzzling into the crook of Steven's neck and inhaling the musky scent of their lovemaking. "Love having you all to myself like this."
"Me too, baby." Steven agreed, squeezing them tight.
Steven didn’t give him a chance to say anything. He dove forward, catching JL’s lips in a kiss that stole whatever breath either of them had left. It was deep and burning, the kind of kiss that blurred thought and reason, that spoke in the language of heartbeat and hunger.
Their mouths moved together urgently, as if they were trying to make up for all the moments they’d spent pretending they didn’t want this. JL whimpered softly against him, fingers curling into Steven’s shoulders, clinging to something solid as the rest of the world slipped away. The water shifted around them, catching the rhythm of their movements, cool against the heat that flared wherever their bodies touched.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were gasping, foreheads pressed together, breath mixing in uneven bursts. JL’s chest rose and fell quickly, his lips red and wet from the kiss.
Steven’s hands traced a slow path down JL’s sides, his touch deliberate, reverent, memorizing the feel of him beneath his palms. The contrast of the cool water and the warmth of skin made JL shiver, his breath catching at every pass of Steven’s fingers.
“Steven...” he murmured, voice rough, unsure whether he was asking for space or more.
Steven only looked at him, that same gaze that always made it impossible to look away, and leaned in again, brushing a softer, slower kiss against his mouth this time. It wasn’t hungry now, it was steady, grounding, filled with something deeper than urgency.
“Yes baby? Tell me what you want.” Steven asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
JL nodded, eyes half-lidded, lips still tingling from the kiss. “'Want you.”
Steven smiled faintly at that, something warm, something that almost hurt, and his hands came up to cradle JL’s face again.
“Anything for you, princess.” He said.
And then he kissed him once more, slower this time, the kind of kiss that felt like both a promise and a surrender. The water rippled around them gently, the sound of the night fading into a steady hum, as if even the air itself had learned to listen.
Steven's hands slid down to grip JL's round ass. He kneaded the firm flesh, before sliding JL's trunks off and putting them somewhere, fingers dipping into the cleft to tease at JL's tight hole. JL gasped and shivered at the contact, pushing back against his touch wantonly.
Without warning, one of Steven's fingers pushed inside JL, sliding in easily due to the water. JL let out a high-pitched moan, head falling back against Steven's shoulder as he began pumping his finger in and out.
"H-Haaaa—shit Steven!"
"Fuck, you're so tight." Steven growled in JL's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down their spine. "I can't wait to get my cock in this perfect little ass."
"Oh god yes—" JL panted, rocking back onto Steven's invading digit. "P-Please, I need you inside me."
Steven chuckled darkly, adding a second finger and scissoring them to stretch JL open. "So desperate for my cock, aren't you baby? Can't wait until it's splitting you open and filling you up?"
"Nghhhh..." JL could only whimper and nod, fucking himself back on Steven's fingers eagerly. After a few more moments of preparation, Steven deemed him ready. He removed his fingers with a lewd pop and gave JL's hole a sharp smack.
"Come closer." Steven commanded, voice rough with lust. "I want to see your pretty face while I'm fucking you senseless."
JL complied without hesitation, closing the gap between him and Steven and wrapping his legs around the older one's waist. Steven gripped JL's thighs, pulling them wider and holding them steady as he lined up his thick, hard cock with JL's slick entrance.
With one swift thrust, Steven buried himself balls-deep inside JL. They both cried out at the sudden fullness, Steven's heavy cock stretching JL wide open. JL felt so deliciously full, the cool water sloshing around them and seeping into his hole alongside Steven's girthy shaft.
"Hnghhhh—fuck!" JL cried out. He feels so full. A different kind of full. And it's making his brain go hazy in pleasure. "Tangina, hyung ang sarap." (Hyung, it feels so good.)
With how many times he and JL had sex, Steven already knew what those words meant. JL always said them when he was getting lost in the moment, when pleasure made him forget everything else and slip into his mother tongue. Steven always found it endearing.
"God—” Steven breathed out, voice rough with effort, his hands gripping JL’s thighs as he moved against him. "You feel so damn good.”
"Puta, Steven hyung—bilisan mo pa—" (Steven hyung, go faster.)
And that too. Steven knew exactly what it meant. He didn’t need to learn the language to know what JL wants. He could feel it in the way JL’s body tensed, the way his breath hitched. So he moved with renewed urgency, his motions deep and deliberate, drawing a sharp gasp from the younger that echoed softly against the water.
"Shit! S-Sarap...!" (Shit! S-So good...!)
Each motion sent small ripples across the water, breaking the reflections of light into shards that danced across their skin. JL’s breath came out uneven, every sound half-swallowed by the humid air, every exhale trembling somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.
"Steven—” JL gasped, the name barely a word, more like a plea. His hands found Steven’s shoulders, clutching for balance, for something to hold on to.
Steven leaned in, his lips grazing JL’s ear, his breath hot and uneven.
"You like this?” He murmured, his voice low enough to blend with the sound of the water lapping against them. "Being here, like this...knowing someone could see?”
JL’s answer came broken between gasps, his voice shaking. "I—don’t care. I just—don’t stop please—hgnhhhh!”
Steven groaned softly at the sound, something primal twisting in his chest. The way JL trembled beneath his touch, the way his voice cracked on each breath, it did something to him, something deep. It wasn’t just about control or heat, it was the feeling of being the one who could pull those sounds from him, who could draw that kind of need out of someone who always pretended to be composed.
He pressed his forehead to JL’s, their breaths tangling, both of them slick and trembling under the pool lights.
"Look at me.” Steven whispered. "Look at me, baby."
JL obeyed, eyes heavy, unfocused, but when they met Steven’s, it was like something inside them both faltered. The world beyond the water no longer existed, no rules, no consequences, just the rhythm of two people coming undone together in a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting.
Steven swallowed hard, his voice barely steady now. "You have no idea what you do to me.”
JL’s lips curved into a shaky smile, his voice a whisper that barely reached the surface. "Haaaa—ahhh! M-Maybe I do.”
Steven didn’t wait for more. Their mouths met again, the kiss deep and searching, full of all the things they couldn’t say out loud. It was slow and consuming, a collision of want and surrender that blurred the line between restraint and release.
The water shifted gently around them, catching the rhythm of their closeness, warm, quiet, endless, as if even the night itself was holding its breath, unwilling to interrupt the moment that belonged only to them.
"Right there—fuck! Right t-there!” JL gasped, his voice breaking into the night air, the sound raw and trembling. His fingers dug into Steven’s shoulders, his whole body shivering with the pulse of every movement.
Steven’s lips curved into a half-smile, breath catching in his throat.
"Yeah?” He murmured, low and rough, his voice brushing against JL’s ear like a secret. "That’s what you wanted?”
JL nodded wordlessly, his reply lost somewhere between a gasp and a plea. The water moved around them in restless waves, their rhythm stirring the quiet pool into motion.
Steven tightened his grip on JL’s thighs, drawing him closer, guiding every motion with precision that felt both deliberate and desperate. The tension between them built with every movement, a quiet storm, something that crackled beneath their skin, pulling them past reason and into pure instinct.
JL could barely breathe. Every sound he made was swallowed by the night, every breath matched by Steven’s, rough, uneven, driven by something that felt like hunger and surrender at once.
"Steven—” JL’s voice came out hoarse, his eyes half-lidded, unfocused. "Ahh! Ahh! Fuck—hyung so good—"
Steven’s answer was a quiet groan, his forehead pressing against JL’s, their breaths tangling in the humid air.
"Fuck—you're clenching so hard around me. Feels good, baby.” He whispered, voice trembling with control that was starting to slip. "You look so fucking beautiful right now."
Without letting JL adjust, he set a fast, hard pace, fucking into JL with deep, powerful strokes. The water churned around them as Steven plowed into JL's willing body, grunts and moans echoing off the empty pool walls. JL can feel Steven's cock pulse inside him. And along with each thrust, he can feel more water seeping inside, making him feel a lot fuller now.
"Oh god, yes! Harder—" JL begged, head thrashing from side to side as Steven relentlessly drove into him. "W-Want your cock hyung p-please—ahhh~"
"I know, baby. That's why I'm fucking you right now." Steven whispered.
"F-Faster...please...s-sarap po—bilisan mo pa—haaaa!" (F-Faster...please... i-it's so good—go faster—haaaa!)
Steven obliged, pounding into JL harder and faster, determined to make him see stars. He shifted the angle to hit JL's sweet spot dead on with every thrust.
"Shit, right there!" JL panted, seeing white as Steven nailed his prostate mercilessly. "D-Don't stop—Ah! Ah! Ah! Haaaa—"
Steven just smirked, redoubling his efforts. "Come on then baby, I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
He picked up speed until he was slamming into JL, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and JL's high-pitched moans filling the night air.
But just as JL was about to tumble over the edge Steven suddenly pulled out completely. JL whimpered at the loss, body aching to be filled again.
"H-Hyung? W-Why—"
But before he could voice his complaint, Steven turned him towards the pool's edge and bent JL over it. He kicked his legs wide and pushed JL's chest down until he was half-splayed out on the cold tile, completely at Steven's mercy.
"Hold on." Steven warned darkly. "I'm going to ruin this pretty ass."
And with that, he surged forward, burying himself back inside JL with one brutal thrust. JL wailed at the sudden re-entry, hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick tiles as Steven set a furious pace.
"Hnghhhh—fuck!"
Steven was pounding into JL with enough force to rattle the poolside, water splashing with every powerful thrust of his hips. JL was mindless with pleasure, lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed and used.
"So good—don't stop hyung please—hhnghhh!"
"Fuck, you take my cock so well." Steven panted, fingers digging into JL's hips as he fucked them into oblivion. "Such a good little cock sleeve for me."
"Please..." JL begged incoherently, pushing back against each thrust and relishing the way Steven's thick shaft scraped along their walls. "I need—oh god—need to come..."
Steven leaned down to growl in JL's ear. "Not yet. You don't come until I say you can."
He punctuated the command with a sharp smack to JL's ass, making him yelp and clench down on his pistoning cock. The stimulation was maddening, pushing JL right to the brink of orgasm.
But just as his balls drew up tight and his hole started fluttering, Steven abruptly pulled out again. This time, Steven guided JL toward the edge of the pool, turning him gently until his back met the cool tiles. Then Steven lifted himself onto the ledge, sitting on the rim with his legs still submerged and cock still hard and exposed to the cool night air, while JL remained in the water before him, close enough that their breaths met in the humid air.
"Open up." Steven demanded roughly, tapping his spit-slick cock against JL's lips. "Taste yourself on my cock."
JL obediently parted his lips, letting Steven push inside and rub his length across his tongue. The combination of their own musk and the taste of Steven's precum made him shudder and whimper.
"Fuck—that's right, baby. Your mouth is so warm—ah shit!"
JL's mouth was making a lot of wet noises around his cock, and it's making Steven harder. JL’s every sound sent a shiver down Steven’s spine. There was something about the way JL breathed, the soft, unrestrained noises that slipped out between them, that made it impossible for Steven to think straight.
He felt the pull of it, the heat, the closeness, the way JL could undo him without even trying. Every small movement, every sigh, only made it worse, made it better. Steven’s breath grew uneven, his self-control thinning by the second.
He’d always loved moments like this, not just the heat, but the trust beneath it. The way JL surrendered so completely, the way he responded to every touch as if Steven was the only thing that mattered. And right now, with that sound and that look in JL’s eyes, Steven couldn’t remember how to want anything else.
"C-Close...fuck—deeper baby...that's it—hgnhhh!"
Steven sawed his cock in and out of JL's mouth for a few moments before pulling out completely. He gripped himself and began stroking rapidly, aiming his weeping tip at JL's open mouth.
"I'm gonna paint you with my cum." Steven growled, pumping faster and faster. "Cover this pretty face until you're dripping."
JL just moaned wantonly in response, keeping his mouth open and ready for Steven's impending release. He couldn't wait to be marked by him, to wear his essence like a badge of possession.
With a harsh grunt, Steven finally found his release. He pointed his cock at JL and came hard, long ropes of thick cum splattering across the younger's pretty face. Steven pumped himself through his orgasm, ensuring that every inch of JL's skin was covered in his sticky seed.
"Haaaaa—fuck—take it all, baby."
As the last spurts died down, Steven set to work painting the rest of JL with his cum. He used his fingers to gather up the cum dripping down JL's cheeks and spread it all over his pretty face and neck, until JL was glistening with his release.
"There." Steven said with satisfaction, surveying his handiwork. "Look at you, covered in my cum. My perfect little cumslut."
JL could only whimper and mewl in response, body shaking with the need for release. He was so close to the edge, desperate to fall over into blissful orgasm.
Steven seemed to sense what was coming, so he slipped back into the pool, hands steady on JL’s thighs, guiding him to sit on the ledge. Now JL was perched there, breathless and trembling slightly, the night air cool against his damp skin.
And then Steven reached down to grip JL's weeping cock and started stroking him relentlessly. Then, he raised both of JL's legs and slip his fingers inside the younger's hole once more, fucking him and stroking him at the same time.
"Hyung—fuck! Sige pa—shit ang sarap po...don't s-stop...please please please...'m so close!" (Hyung—fuck! More—shit it's so good...don't s-stop...please please please...'m so close!)
"You can come now." He allowed, voice still rough with sated lust. "Go ahead and paint yourself with your own load. Show me how much you love my cum."
With that permission, JL tumbled headlong into ecstasy. He cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, hips jerking as his cock spasmed and pulsed. Rope after rope of pearly white cum spurted from JL's slit, splashing across his chest and stomach to mix with the cum already coating his skin.
"Hnghhh—Steven—haaaa~"
JL thrashed and twitched through the aftershocks, body wracked with pleasure. Steven continued to lazily stroke him through it all, drawing out his release until he was a boneless, blissed-out mess.
Finally, JL slumped back against the tiles, completely spent. He looked up at Steven with hazy, sated eyes.
"That was... incredible," JL slurred, voice hoarse. "Never came so hard in my life."
Steven just chuckled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his swollen lips. "I know baby, me too. You're perfect."
Then he gently gathered the sleepy JL into his arms and carried him back into the pool to rinse off the evidence of their activities before slipping their swimming trunks back on. Once clean, they climbed out and wrapped themselves in towels.
Utterly drained and thoroughly satisfied, the two headed back to their room to curl up together and bask in the afterglow of their mind-blowing coupling under the stars.
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A few days later, they were back in Seoul.
The adrenaline of their first fancon still lingered in the air, the cheers, the chants, the endless sea of lightsticks that seemed to move like constellations. JL had never felt that kind of love before, so loud and overwhelming, yet so warm it settled somewhere deep inside him.
He wanted to hold onto it a little longer.
That night, he sat on his bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the photos he’d collected during their stay in the Philippines. There were group shots, all nine of them in matching white clothes, arms around each other, faces lit up with laughter. There was one of him and Steven forming a heart with their hands, fans and lightsticks filling the background like stars. Then came the messy, silly selcas, blurry smiles, half-closed eyes, Jeongwoo photobombing as usual.
But as he scrolled, one photo made him pause.
It was the picture Steven had taken by the pool. The one where JL was still thinking for a pose, head tilted to the side, eyes bright, the edges of the frame blurred like it had been taken too quickly. It wasn’t perfect, not framed, not posed, but it felt real.
He stared at it for a long moment, a smile tugging at his lips.
Maybe no one else would ever know the story behind that picture, the stillness of that night, the sound of the water, the way the world had felt like theirs for a heartbeat.
But he knew. Steven knew. And that was enough.
He added it quietly to the collage, just one photo among dozens, and posted it with a simple caption.
"moments that lasted days, but live in my heart forever ✨
sa susunod ulit nating pag kikita ~
mahal namin kayo ~ walang iwanan.♾️"
Within minutes, fans filled the comments with excitement and love. No one questioned the blurry pool photo, to them, it was just another candid from a perfect trip. But for JL, it was something more, a secret stitched into a memory, hidden in plain sight.
As his phone buzzed with notifications, JL leaned back against the wall, smiling to himself. Somewhere across the dorm, he heard Steven’s quiet laugh, the kind that meant he’d seen the post too.
And in that small, silent moment, it felt like the water still remembered them.