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Chan spots him seconds before Hongjoong’s arm slides around his waist. Chan’s got enough sense to not melt into him in front of the cameras and the crowds like he wants, but he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.
“How are you, Chan-hyung?” Hongjoong asks with a little bow, his smile dazzling and brighter than the stage lights. Chan hadn’t realized how much he’d missed him until right now. Hongjoong looks him up and down, poking at Chan’s bicep in an innocent gesture for the cameras. “You look good.”
“Ah, thank you. Yeah, I uh, good, I’m good,” Chan replies. They keep walking across the stage, Hongjoong’s arm doesn’t move from Chan’s waist. “How was your stage?”
“Good, the boys killed it like always,” Hongjoong’s smile widens with pride. It’s a feeling Chan is all too familiar with. “Do you have a schedule after this? Or anything early tomorrow?”
Chan swallows. The heat on his skin is not from the lights, but from the fire brimming in Hongjoong’s eyes. Chan shakes his head to work out the shiver that crawls its way up his spine.
“Nah,” Chan raises an eyebrow, biting back the smile that pulls at his cheeks, “you guys?”
“No. Wooyoungie’s going to San’s and Jongho’s meeting some friends since we don’t have anything until the afternoon,” Hongjoong speaks quickly. His fingers brush just barely over the top of Chan’s ass, playful and flirty but innocent enough for the hundred of cameras capturing their every movement. Chan’s face burns, and he hopes that his foundation is full enough coverage that it doesn’t show through. “So I’ll be alone.”
“Well that’s a shame,” Chan muses. His tone is teasing, but his mouth runs dry. “Maybe we can do something to fix that.”
Hongjoong’s eyes flash, but his smile is polite. Chan is suddenly aware of the fact that he’s surrounded by not only hundreds of fans and cameras, but a few of the ATEEZ members as well. He’d been so distracted by Hongjoong that he’d lost sight of his own. His gaze darts around the stage for them.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Hongjoong replies. The weight of his arm lifts off of Chan’s waist, and Chan finds himself missing the touch immediately. “See you later, hyung.”
He slips back into the crowd, reuniting with his members and leaving Chan to find his kids. Hyunjin and Seungmin are just a few paces ahead of him, so Chan weaves his way through the other idols to fall into step with them.
“Interesting conversation?” Seungmin asks, his mouth cemented in a smile directed at the crowd in front of him. Talking without moving your lips is a talent idols pursue to mastery.
Chan answers with a light laugh, waving at the fans. He wonders how many of them would pass out if they knew what he was going to do after leaving the arena.
“Do you really have to ask?” Hyunjin teases. He presses his hand to his cheek in a halfheart, causing a group of fans to squeal and wave frantically at them. “Seems like Jeongin will be missing his roommate tonight.”
Embarrassment burns through Chan. His members are lucky he loves them more than anything, he wouldn’t put up with constantly feeling mortified in front of them otherwise.
And, really, he has them to thank in the first place. He never would have been brave enough to ask Hongjoong to start up their little arrangement if it wasn’t for his members' encouragement.
And, secretly, the teasing turns him on.
The award show wraps up relatively quickly once everyone exits the stage. Chan and the kids are swept into their green room by a plethora of managers, and changing out of their stage clothes is second nature after so many years of being active idols. He’s swinging his backpack over his shoulder before too long, phone in hand and a message to Hongjoong already drafted in his head.
“Have fun tonight, Chan-hyung,” the teasing lilt to Felix’s voice carries across the green room, making the rest of the members giggle and coo at Chan as if he isn’t the eldest and their leader.
He knows they do it to get a rise out of him. Chan’s been told on multiple occasions that they all—especially Felix and Hyunjin—enjoy the way he fucks them after a bit of teasing. Apparently it’s harder, rougher, the type of pleasure that makes them drool and their muscles go limp just the way they like. Chan tries not to think of the implications of that too much.
He climbs into the van that will take him to his dorm, where he’ll drop off his belongings, wash and stretch himself out in the shower as quickly as possible, and then grab a taxi to Hongjoong’s. Anticipation thrums through his veins. It takes everything in him to keep his leg from bouncing fast enough to shake the vehicle.
Jeongin reaches across the seats and squeezes Chan’s knee to get his attention. His eyes sparkle in the street lights.
“What time should I expect you back from the studio, hyung?” The words are coded so their manager and driver are none the wiser, but Chan knows exactly what he’s referencing.
“Late, baby bread,” Chan answers. It’s already late, but he knows he’ll be at Hongjoong’s for at least a few hours, well into the night. “Got some muses calling.”
Jeongin wiggles his eyebrows knowingly, and they dissolve into quiet giggles together as the car pulls into their building.
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ATEEZ’s Kim Hongjoong:
Everyone’s gone. Come on up when you’re here.
Chan makes his way to Hongjoong’s dorm, the route familiar by now. The door swings open just as he types in the keycode, Hongjoong’s hand darting out and tugging Chan inside by his sleeve.
Hongjoong’s an inch taller than Chan, but he’s only in socks and Chan’s still got his shoes on, which put them eye to eye with each other. From this close, Chan can see that Hongjoong’s hair still has a slight tint of orange hidden under the brown dye.
“Hi,” Chan smiles. Hongjoong is barefaced, breathtakingly beautiful. “It’s been a while.”
“Way too long,” Hongjoong grins, and pulls Chan into a kiss.
Hongjoong’s tongue is in Chan’s mouth almost immediately, tangling with Chan’s own as they kiss. Chan lets himself be pressed against the door, his hands on Hongjoong’s waist while Hongjoong’s hands cup Chan’s face.
“You should keep your hair like this,” Hongjoong says against Chan’s mouth, moving one of his hands up to tangle in Chan’s hair, still a little crunchy from the gel and hairspray the stylist used for their stage. “This color looks so good on you.”
“Yeah, you like?” Chan kisses him again, smiling when he pulls away. “I wasn’t a fan at first, to be honest.”
“You look hot,” Hongjoong tugs on his hair just a little, just enough to make Chan’s lips part and a soft moan fall from his mouth. “Come on, bedroom.”
Chan toes his shoes off and leaves them in the entryway, following Hongjoong down the hall into his bedroom. Hongjoong shuts the door behind him, hands grabbing at Chan’s zip-up and pushing it off of his shoulders. Chan lets himself be a little manhandled, enjoying the attention that the other leader is showing him.
“You always come over in so many clothes,” Hongjoong laments when Chan’s jacket falls and reveals a long sleeve underneath. There’s a teasing sparkle in his eyes. “Just unnecessary.”
Chan giggles, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor next to him. He quirks an eyebrow as Hongjoong’s eyes rake over Chan’s abs.
“Satisfied?” Chan asks.
Hongjoon shrugs with one shoulder, smiling. “I suppose.”
Chan pulls him in for another kiss, noses brushing together. Just as Hongjoong is always able to fluster Chan in public, Chan has always been able to tease Hongjoong in private. He pokes fun at Hongjoong’s enthusiasm, makes playful remarks at his eagerness, and is always rewarded with a thorough, mind-melting fucking that turns his bones to liquid.
Chan helps Hongjoong take his own shirt off, throwing it to the side as they make their way towards Hongjoong’s bed. Chan’s pants come off next, left in a pile on the floor as he steps out of them.
“You looked so good up there tonight,” he murmurs against Hongjoong’s lips, pushing the others’ sweats down, “I could hardly take my eyes off of you.”
Hongjoong hums, tilting his head to the side as Chan begins to press open mouthed kisses down his neck. His fingers flex across Chan’s hips, digging delightfully into Chan’s skin. When he tires of standing, Chan half-picks him up, half-drags Hongjoong over the few final steps to his bed, falling ungracefully onto the mattress and pulling Hongjoong down with him.
“I think you got bigger,” Hongjoong murmurs from his position on top of Chan’s chest, his hand squeezing Chan’s pec pointedly, “been working out with Changbinie more?”
“Maybe a bit,” Chan grins, watching Hongjoong use him like a stress ball. He’s always loved being felt up, so he shamelessly lets himself enjoy the touch.
Hongjoong shifts, swinging a leg over and letting his thighs bracket Chan’s body, hovering over him with intent shining in his eyes. His hair dangles over his forehead. He drags his hands all the way up from the waistband of Chan’s boxers, palms trailing over each inch of Chan’s torso until he cups both sides of Chan’s jaw, bringing their lips together again in a heated kiss. Hongjoong grinds down onto Chan’s body, rubbing their clothed cocks together and pulling gasps of pleasure from both of their mouths.
“Get it off,” Chan pushes at Hongjoong’s waistband, fingers catching his own as well. He pulls down to accentuate his point, a little desperate to get them both naked as soon as possible.
Hongjoong acquiesces, shimming his boxers down and dragging Chan’s right along with his own. Their naked cocks catch on each other almost immediately, hard and heavy as they rub together. Chan hisses at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure flows through him.
Hongjoong props himself up on one of his forearms, reaching his other arm down and wrapping his hand around both of their dicks, stroking them together at the same time. The sight makes Chan feel dizzy. He moans, voice pitching high as want courses through his body. Hongjoong grins, just on the right side of wild, and drags his lips over the lobe of Chan’s ear.
“So pretty under me like this, hyung,” Hongjoong’s voice sends thrilling chills down Chan’s spine, his dick twitching in Hongjoong’s grasp. “How long has it been, hm? You’ve been busy, have you been too tired to take care of your members?”
Chan’s shaking his head before Hongjoong even finishes speaking. He knows he’s been good, he knows that Hongjoong knows that too, but the embarrassment burns through him like wildfire, and it turns him on with reckless abandon.
“No? Hm,” Hongjoong's teeth across the shell of Chan’s ear, rubbing his thumb over the head of Chan’s cock. “Maybe I should ask them, see how satisfied they are with their leader.”
“Joong,” Chan groans, breath catching in his chest. Hongjoong’s hand is unrelenting in its ministrations on Chan’s cock, and Chan is four seconds away from reaching his orgasm before they do much more than get their clothes off. “Please.”
“Good boy,” Hongjoong hums. He removes his hand from Chan’s cock, and swings his legs over so he’s off of Chan’s lap. He presses another kiss to Chan’s mouth. “C’mon.”
Chan pushes himself up, rolling further onto the bed and laying on his stomach, his head resting on his arm. His eyes track Hongjoong’s movements as the other boy reaches for the lube on the bedside table, coats his palm with it, and warms it between his fingers.
Chan doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of looking at Hongjoong. He’s the perfect mixture of sharp angles and soft gazes that makes Chan’s insides melt in a way that no one else has ever been able to do before.
“Look at you,” Hongjoong coos, grabbing a handful of Chan’s ass and squeezing it. Chan’s cock twitches underneath him. “So fucking sexy, hyung. I missed you so much.”
Chan’s reply is cut off as Hongjoong pushes two fingers into his hole, twisting and scissoring almost immediately. He gasps into the pillow, arching into the touch as Hongjoong brushes against his prostate. Arousal and pleasure course through his veins, fire licking up his insides with each turn and stretch of Hongjoong’s fingers.
“C’mon, up on your knees,” Hongjoong removes his hand before Chan can beg to come, squeezing Chan’s hip encouragingly.
Chan hears the tear of the condom wrapper, and the soft pop of the cap of the lube bottle that comes after as he shifts into position. He sits back on his heels, turning his head and letting his eyes roam freely over Hongjoong’s body as the other spreads lube over his cock.
“See something you like?” Hongjoong teases, raising an eyebrow as he basks in Chan’s gaze. Chan snorts at the cheesy line.
“If I said no?” Chan responds playfully.
Hongjoong grins, that sly smile he gets on stage when he’s performing. He settles himself behind Chan, his un-lubed hand returning to its grip on Chan’s waist. His cock drags over Chan’s ass, hot and heavy against his skin. Chan’s mouth runs dry.
“I’d know you were lying,” Hongjoong says in a whisper, dotting kissing along Chan’s bare shoulder. Chan leans back into his touch. “Partially because I know from experience it’s not true, and partially because you’re just a shit liar."
Chan’s laughter turns into a moan as Hongjoong finally pushes into him, deliberately and agonizingly slow in the way Hongjoong knows drives him crazy. Eventually, after what Chan can only assume is hours of waiting, Hongjoong’s chest is pressed flush against Chan’s back, heavy breaths falling from his mouth onto Chan’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong breathes more than speaks, lips dragging over the shell of Chan’s ear and then pressed to his neck in a kiss, “I forgot how good you feel, hyung. Feel so fucking good around my cock.”
Hongjoong keeps them pressed together for a few more moments, only the slight shifting-grinding motion of his hips available to give Chan any of the friction he’s half-desperate for already.
He knows to be patient. He knows it’ll be worth it.
Hongjoong waits until he draws a couple more whimpers out of Chan’s throat before he finally gives in to what they’ve both been anticipating. He presses his hand to Chan’s shoulders, pushing him forward until Chan’s face is pressed back into the pillow, back arched and legs spread.
It’s debauched, this pose. If anyone outside of his members and Hongjoong saw Chan like this, he’d never recover from the embarrassment. It’s that exact feeling that makes his cock twitch where it hangs in the air.
“So fucking pretty,” Hongjoong punctuates his words with a sharp thrust of his hips, the momentum pushing Chan’s face further into the pillow. Chan moans high in his throat. “God, hyung, look at you.”
Chan babbles something he thinks passes as a response, given Hongjoong’s light chuckle, and lets his eyes roll back into his head as Hongjoong continues his movements. Hongjoong leans over him, changing the angle and pressing himself closer to Chan’s back.
Like this, Hongjoong’s one inch of height he has over Chan feels like a massive difference. Like this, Chan feels deliciously small, covered and protected from sight as Hongjoong pounds into him with vigor.
Chan lets his brain go blank, mouth hanging open to let the endless stream of sounds escape with every thrust of Hongjoong’s hips. The only things that exist in this moment are the feeling of pleasure, and the presence of Hongjoong above him.
“There we go,” Hongjoong’s voice is melodic, syrupy-sweet and teasing as he speaks, “such a good hyung, letting me use you like this, fuck. So good.”
“M’good, m’good,” the words slip free from Chan’s mouth without him really meaning to, but he can’t be bothered to care.
Hongjoong slips his fingers into Chan’s hair, pulling just on the right side of rough that Chan always adores from him. Chan moans louder, stomach tightening with each rock of Hongjoong’s hips. Chan clenches around him, eyes rolling upwards at the addicting feeling of fullness coursing throughout his entire body.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong sits back, his movements turning a little erratic as he chases his pleasure. His words are clipped, a telltale sign that he’s speaking through his teeth as he drives his cock in and out of Chan’s body “Close, hyung? Already? Cute.”
The change in angle—coupled with the arousing shame of Hongjoong’s words—has Chan choking through a gasp, hands scrambling for purchase as he writhes against the mattress. Hongjoong is relentless, driving his cock at a mind-numbing pace and a brain-melting accuracy that hits Chan’s prostate with every thrust.
It feels good to not think, to focus only on the pleasure coursing through his veins. He loves taking care of his members, loves being the one to make them feel thoroughly boneless—but sometimes that’s the exact release that his own body is searching for, and it’s exactly what he deserves.
“H-harder, ngh, fuck,” Chan’s voice is muffled against the fabric of the pillow, but he knows Hongjoong hears him loud and clear by the way his movements change rhythm, harsh pants falling from his mouth with each thrust. “Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong’s groan hits Chan’s ear like music. Chan wants to bottle it up and slip it into a backing track, the same way he’s done with each of his members. He wants Hongjoong to do the same thing to him, to listen to the next ATEEZ title track and search for his own sounds of pleasure hidden amongst the beats.
The thought drives Chan closer to the edge, the telltale tightening of his stomach alerting him to just how close his orgasm is. He fists his hands in Hongjoong’s sheets, breathy moans and half-formed praises falling from his mouth. He pushes back against Hongjoong’s thrusts, relishing the sharp stinging of skin slapping against skin.
Hongjoong’s hand slips back into Chan’s hair, curling the strands through his fingers. The other drops to Chan’s cock. Chan’s voice cracks as he moans from the back of his throat.
“Wanna feel you come,” Hongjoong sounds like he’s on the edge himself, but he doesn’t lose his rhythm, “c’mon, hyung. Let me feel you come.”
Hongjoong rubs his thumb over the head of Chan’s cock, dipping into the slit and then Chan is spilling over his fingers, his body shaking as his orgasm rips through him. His eyes are shut, his bones ache from how tightly he’s squeezing the sheets, and he feels his heart hammering against his ribs as he breath comes out in short pants.
Hongjoong thrusts forward once, twice, then stills; deep, breathless moans coming from his mouth as he rides his own climax out. Chan clenches around him, milking Hongjoong’s pleasure as well as his own for as long as he can.
Chan feels Hongjoong slip out of him as he all but collapses onto his side, chest still heaving as he chases after his breath. He hears Hongjoong pull tissues out of the box on his sidetable, then feels the soft movements of Hongjoong cleaning his stomach a few moments later. He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but they flutter open when Hongjoong settles onto the mattress.
He’s pulled his boxers back on, and hands Chan his own so he can do the same. Hongjoong doesn’t enjoy being naked as much as Chan does, but Chan doesn’t mind.
They lay in silence for a bit, heartbeats matching rhythm as the silence blankets them. It’s comforting, after such a long day (week, month) in front of stage crews and idols and company staff.
“Can I just say,” Hongjoong starts, breaking off into breathless giggles before continuing, “I will never get tired of looking at your ass.”
Chan bursts out laughing, covering his face with his hands and dissolving into the shy mess that everyone seems to enjoy bringing out of him. When he finds his resolve, he lets his head loll to the side and finds Hongjoong already looking at him.
Hongjoong leans over and kisses him again, soft and sweet but no less passionate than before. Chan accepts every press of lips against his own. They lay in their boxers, trading kisses and compliments for longer than Chan would expect, but he’s not one to complain. It’s truly been way too long since he has gotten a chance to just be with Hongjoong.
“I hope your members didn’t mind me stealing you away,” Hongjoong says quietly, tracing his fingers over Chan’s bicep. “They probably wanted to celebrate.”
“They told me to go,” Chan corrects, rolling his eyes in fondness. “I think they like the image of me getting fucked even more than I enjoy getting fucked.”
Hongjoong laughs again, light and pretty the way only Hongjoong can be.
“I’d be happy to swap stories with them, if they ever want,” he teases, and Chan knows the flush on his face is extremely obvious at the thought. Hongjoong presses a kiss to his heated cheek. “It’s late. Wanna stay over?”
He probably shouldn’t. They don’t technically have a schedule tomorrow, but he’d mentioned to Changbin and Jisung that they should do some work for the new title track, and he needs to make sure Felix takes care of his back after the intensity of tonight's performance, and he should probably hit the gym anyway.
But none of that needs to be done before morning, at the absolute earliest. And his members have been telling him to be a little more selfish when he can. Hongjoong makes Chan feel a little more selfish.
Chan says yes.