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For once, Seungkwan resents his packed schedule. Between preparations for DxS (which includes a quick trip to Los Angeles to meet up with a producer) and Bibbidi Bobbidy Boo, he hasn't had much alone time with Hansol since their tryst on the couch. Hansol’s schedule isn't any better; with his and Chan’s subunit about to debut, they’re either holed up in the studio or up past three in the morning trying to practice choreography.
It’s driving Seungkwan up the wall. They haven't had any alone time together since that night on the couch: not a kiss, not a frenzied makeout session in an empty room… hell, they couldn't even squeeze in time for phone sex without time zones getting in the way of everything else. It's been an entire week since Seungkwan tasted the sweet nectar that is Hansol's lips and he's itching for more.
This doesn’t stop the both of them from texting in between the little pockets of time. In fact, it's helped Seungkwan power through until he gets back to Korea for Seventeen's monthly meeting.
(16:02) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: good morning 🧡
(16:27) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: so tired TT
(16:34) What time is it there?
(16:34) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: 7:30am
(16:35) Eww so early
(16:40) Fighting 😚You got this Ddori
(16:40) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
(16:40) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: g2g talk to u when i can
(16:41) Ok ❤️ Say hi to Chan for me
(12:15) We made it back to the hotel
(12:14) I’M EXHAUSTED
(12:31) it’s so late I’m about to fall asleep. Our flight is in a couple of hrs 😭 Good nightgttt I love you
(12:34) See u at the team dinner
(03:42) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: i love you too
(03:57) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: [IMG]
(03:49) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: good morning when u see this lol
Seungkwan gasps, almost dropping his phone on his face. On his screen: a selfie of Hansol in bed with no shirt (and probably no pants) with an arm thrown over his forehead, armpit and chest hair fully in view. He looks down at the camera with half-lidded eyes, neck craned like he wants Seungkwan to look and admire. Seungkwan places his phone on his chest and stares at the ceiling, heart racing and his pajama pants feeling tight.
He is definitely awake. Seungkwan checks the time in Korea; it's the evening for Hansol.
(05:24) I need to eat you
(05:35) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: bet
Seungkwan chuckles, throwing the blanket over him. With a robe draped over his arms, he shuffles to the bathroom, the sudden bright light making his eyes squint.
During his shower, Seungkwan's mind is filled with Hansol in the past, present, and future: from their time together on the couch, the selfie Hansol sent him, and the sheer anticipation of finally seeing him again.
He touches himself to a kaleidoscope of thoughts, memories, and fantasies of Hansol, hand gliding up and down his length as the water beats down on him. Between the roar of the showers, the music on his phone faintly cutting through the water, and the haze of steam and horniness, Seungkwan is floating above the clouds; for once, he is unseen by the world around him.
He imagines Hansol with him in this moment: physically in the shower and mentally in this almost meditative bubble between him and reality. When he thinks of a safe, restful place, he imagines the waves of Jeju crashing along the shore, the scent of freshly peeled tangerines lingering in the air, Hansol in his arms.
Suddenly, a new kind of wave hits him: desire and pure need, beating down on Seungkwan like the steady stream of water from the shower. His pace quickens, breath stuttering when thinks about how Hansol's tongue moving around his thumb just a week prior. Seungkwan mimicks the movement with the same thumb that's gliding over the head of his cock, imagining it's Hansol's tongue—
With his free hand propped up against the wall to support himself, Seungkwan's body goes taut, body trembling as he cums. His strokes are steady, drawing out the orgasm as long as he could before he gets overstimulated. By the time he's done, long after the cum on the walls have washed down from the shower water into the drain, Seungkwan is completely spent, breath labored and skin buzzing.
From there, he finishes his shower, dries off, and puts on his robe. Before he starts his post shower routine, Seungkwan opens his phone to the camera app.
Two can play this game.
He positions himself so he's at a slight angle, arching his back to enunciate his ass. He tilts his head, sporting a half-lidded sultry look with a cheeky tongue poking out and takes several pictures for him to choose from. He makes sure to get the light bouncing off the beads of water dripping down his skin, giving a shine to his exposed skin.
(06:21) [IMG]
(06:21) You're so evil
(06:23) I came so hard in the shower just now
(06:34) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: oh my goddhf
(06:34) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: that's so hot
(06:34) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: need you so bad
(06:34) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: fuck
(06:35) Have fun 😘
Hansol doesn't respond, bringing a smirk to Seungkwan's face as he continues his morning routine and packs his suitcase. There's a thrum in his veins, the steady stream of desire over the fact that Hansol is just as infatuated as Seungkwan is, cock twitching at the thought of Hansol touching himself to his selfie. Despite their red string of fate stretching over the Pacific Ocean, Seungkwan feels himself being tugged towards Hansol like a magnet.
Strangely enough, they haven't even started to define whatever this… relationship? situation? is. If it was anyone else besides Hansol, Seungkwan would be worried about where they stand, if this is only just a fleeting blip in their friendship. If there was going to be a friendship after this line has been crossed. But he knows Hansol like the back of his hand and has no reason to doubt their mutual feelings for each other, I love yous whispered in the dark on Seungkwan's couch.
And he knows that neither of them want to initiate the relationship conversation over the phone. Whatever they have is too precious to not talk about things in person.
Seungkwan hears another chime on his phone. It's another picture from Hansol: his abs and hand smeared with cum and the head of his cock peeking out of his sweatpants.
He bites his lip, skin warm not from the shower, but from something else entirely. He imagines Hansol's large hands sliding up and down his length, the stuttered breaths he was probably making, how all that cum was because of Seungkwan and only Seungkwan.
He sends Hansol a keysmash, feeling himself growing semi-hard in his shorts again. For a moment, Seungkwan considers calling him and starting another round with Hansol, but then he gets a text from his manager, signaling him and Seokmin to go get some breakfast before they head out to airport.
Seungkwan sighs. Just a couple more hours.
There are three rules when it comes to Seventeen's monthly meetings.
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You'll be fined ₩100,000 for every minute that you're late unless the fault is circumstancial.
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If you willingly miss a meeting, you will have to pay ₩10,000,000 which will go towards the staff. Sickness and emergencies don't apply to this rule.
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Every member must plan and host the dinner, making sure everyone's schedules are aligned in advance.
To an outsider, these rules seem harsh. But any working adult person knows that trying to make plans for large groups is like herding cats. Hell, sometimes it's a struggle finding time to hang out with his 98-liner friends with all their busy schedules and they make up barely half the amount of Seventeen members. So, Seungkwan gets it.
Unfortunately this means that as soon as he lands in Korea, he and Seokmin have to go straight to the monthly meeting. Thankfully, this monthly meeting's theme isn't as involved as, say, Harry Potter, but it does have Seungkwan pulling out some of his finer black and white clothes.
Jisoo is hosting this months meeting which he dubs "upscale Sanrio." Each member must dress semi-formally according to the character they were assigned during their official collaboration with the company. Seungkwan's outfit is easy; with Badtz-Maru as his assigned character, finding semi-formal black and white clothes is as easy as picking jeans out for the day.
The journey from LA back to Seoul passes by in a haze. Even Seokmin, who's as chatty as Seungkwan if not more, is more subdued than usual. Between pockets of time during their travels like waiting at their gate or during the flight, Seungkwan naps through most of his downtime, trying to reserve as much energy for the dinner. Before he knows it, they're changed into their respective characters, with Seokmin in a nice and simple red and white outfit for Pochaco and Seungkwan in a black and white outfit as Badtz-Maru. On the lapels of their outfits is an enamel pin of their assigned characters, given to everyone by Jisoo before they left for their trip.
Before he knows it, their car is pulling up at the Japanese restaurant that Jisoo chose. Anticipation runs through Seungkwan's veins, building up every passing second ever since they left the hotel in LA. With Hansol being unresponsive for most of the day, save for an occasional meme or text, it's just Seungkwan and his fantasies of what might happen when they actually reunite.
(Actually, Seungkwan might have an idea. When he and Seokmin landed in Incheon, he was greeted by a selfie of Hansol in his blue and white Tuxedosam fit with a cute red bow tie. And yes, Seungkwan still wants to eat him up.)
"Member-deul!" Seungkwan calls out as soon as they enter their reserved private room for the group. They barely make it in time with several minutes to spare, and the group is more than happy to be reunited with them. His hyungs are the first to shoot out of their seat enveloping Seungkwan and Seokmin in happy greetings and a group hug.
After things settle down and everyone disperses, everyone makes it back to their seat. Seungkwan scans the table, finding a place to sit, until—
"Kwannie-yah."
As soon as Seungkwan hears Hansol's voice and sees them here, in the flesh, butterflies bloom in his stomach that almost makes him lightheaded. Hansol pats the empty space next to him, flashing his cute gummy smile when Seungkwan approaches. He's wearing his Kenzo outfit from Paris Fashion Week and Seungkwan's fingers twitch, wanting so badly to touch.
For a split second, Hansol's smile falters, gaze turning dark as he eyes Seungkwan up and down. It's the same gaze that was looking up at him while Seungkwan's thumb was in his mouth and the same gaze staring down at him in that selfie.
"Hi," Seungkwan greets, taking the seat next to him. He leans into Hansol until their arms press flush against each other. Even the touch feels electric, making him run warm on an otherwise cool day.
"Glad you made it back safe," Hansol replies, patting Seungkwan's thigh.
"Me too."
"Seungkwan-ah," Seungcheol says from across the table, snapping him and Hansol back to reality. "Seokmin, how was LA?"
Despite Hansol's presence next to him, Seungkwan finds it easy to temporarily push aside his simmering arousal to catch up with his beloved members. Hansol definitely doesn't make it easy, though. Sometime between getting their drinks and waiting for their food, he throws his arm along the back of Seungkwan's chair while Jun talks about his time filming Blades of the Guardians. Hansol's hand occasionally bumps into Seungkwan's shoulder, gently pulling them closer together. As they're eating dinner, Hansol hooks his foot around Seungkwan's ankle and feeds him some of his sushi: an excuse for them to lean into each other. It's not enough to cause a scene with their members, but it is distracting enough that Seungkwan starts squirming in his seat, especially as Hansol's cologne wafts over him.
"What are you doing?" Seungkwan asks Hansol during a lull in the conversation. The sake is starting to hit and it's getting harder to not want to climb Hansol like a tree.
"What do you mean?" Hansol turns his head towards him with a smug look on his face. No matter how many times Seungkwan sees Hansol, his sheer effortless beauty knocks the wind out of him.
"You know exactly what you're doing."
Hansol shoots Seungkwan a sly smirk that sends another shot of desire through him.
At some point, Seungkwan heads to the restroom, partly to pee, but mostly to cool down from Hansol's handsiness. It feels so foreign since Seungkwan is usually the one initiating the contact. But now, they're on an even playing field, and he hadn't realized just how teasing Hansol could be.
Not that Seungkwan is complaining at all. He needs to collect himself before he ends up just sitting right on Hansol's lap at the table.
Unfortunately, the floor-to-ceiling restroom stalls have him thinking otherwise. Seungkwan heads into the last stall, marveling how much space and privacy there is in each one. When the door is closed, it's practically its own toilet room.
Seungkwan bites his lip, a smile growing on his face. Before he could second guess himself, he opens his phone camera, zooms out to 0.5x to get a photo of the entire space, and then switches to his text thread with Hansol.
(23:01) [IMG]
(23:02) Look at how fancy this restroom is
(23:02) So much space and privacy in this stall
(23:02) Isn't that interesting
If this was any other night, Seungkwan would be talking down his semi-boner and just wait until he and Hansol are in the privacy of their own homes. There's a time and a place! And it's certainly not at the Seventeen monthly meeting where everyone is dressed up as fancy Sanrio characters at an upscale Japanese restaurant! But the next time Hansol gets in his space again, Seungkwan might actually start crawling over him at the table, which is probably way more uncouth than what he's thinking about at this moment.
Besides, these restroom stalls are pretty private.
Hansol answers almost immediately. As if he was waiting for Seungkwan's messsge.
(23:03) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: that is REALLY really interesting
(23:03) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: maybe it's something i should check out
(23:03) You really should check it out
(23:04) Right now
(23:04) With me
(23:04) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: fuck
(23:05) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: yeah give me a sec
(23:05) Did you happen to bring lube or condoms
(23:05) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: no?!??!?!?!?!?
(23:05) WHATNDO YOU MEAN
(23:06) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: i thought we were going to wait until we get back to your place TT
(23:06) Ok fair you'd usually be right but right now I needed your dick in me since YESTERDAY
(23:07) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: skdjjffjfjfjdjjdkdjdjfjfkfjfkdkfjkfkfdj
(23:07) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: hold on
(23:07) Hurryyyyyyy
(23:08) I'm at the last stall on your right.
(23:09) Knock 5 times and kick the door so I know it's u
(23:11) Hansollie 🐻❄️💘: oshdndkfnrfofjekfjdkdhkfjfjfjdjffh
Seungkwan smiles at Hansol's keysmashes, wave of affection cutting through the carnal desire coursing through him. Even when pent up, Hansol is still silly as ever. In fact, it makes him that much hotter.
Seungkwan leans against the wall, thrumming with anticipation. His is pounding in his chest like a drum, the pure thrill of what they're about to do coursing through his veins. He's had his fair share of Inkigayo sandwiches and random hookups in prigate, but never this daring. Not with someone that knows him wholeheartedly. He's heard about the experience secondhand from many of his celebrity friends; how before, Seungkwan would scoff and not even entertain the idea of a quick bathroom lay, deeming it too risky even with the most ironclad security measures. But here he is, half-hard and twitching, skin on fire.
He hears the main door into the restroom open. Something in Seungkwan's stomach twists and churns, like he's trying not to get found out despite being his door being locked.
He places a hand on the handle, anticipation building as he hears muffled footsteps growing closer.
And then—
Five (very hurried) knocks… and a kick to the door. If Seungkwan was less horny, then he would be embarrassed at the speed in which he opens the door. But one look at Hansol and every thought he has dissipates into nothing.
To say Seungkwan immediately pounces on Hansol is an understatement. He grabs onto the lapels of Hansol's second layer and pushes him against the wall, their lips practically crashing together. Hansol's mouth opens up easily against Seungkwan's, every slick slide of their tongues sending jolts down to his groin. Arms slide around Hansol like vines on a trellis: over his shoulder, around his waist, hands grasping at the fabric beneath his palm.
A low, guttural moan escapes Hansol like it's coming from the deepest part of his throat. It sounds like music to Seungkwan's ears, and it's a sound he's been craving to hear all week.
And now, he wants more.
Seungkwan pulls away, and just like their last time on the couch, Hansol chases his lips, his own shiny and slick with spit.
Even in a hurried, desperate silence, Seungkwan and Hansol move like water, movements flowing as they strip off their outer layers and discarding them on the floor.
Seungkwan grabs a fistful of Hansol's dress shirt, untucking it from his pants. His hands finally explore the expanse of his chest, riding his shirt up so Seungkwan can feel soft skin and patches of hair. Hansol gasps when thumbs brush over his nipples, eyes rolling back like he's the one getting fucked.
Seungkwan can't get enough. He's been presented with a bottomless glass of ambrosia from the gods and he can't get enough. Seungkwan reaches down to cup Hansol's length through his clothes, committing every moan and gasp to memory.
"Kwannie," Hansol moans, loud enough that the sound bounces off the walls. He pulls away, throwing his head back against the wall, mouth open and neck stretched out, looking absolutely wrecked despite just making out.
Seungkwan leans forward, breath ghosting Hansol's ear as he speaks.
"Shhh," he whispers, nibbling Hansol's earlobe before kissing down his neck.
Hansol bites his lip in an attempt to keep quiet, staccatoed breaths as Seungkwan's tongue passes over his pulse point. He grins, teeth grazing over Hansol's neck, wanting so desperately to make a mark.
"Do you think we can fuck before they catch on?" Seungkwan asks, looking up at Hansol through his lashes. His fingers trails down Hansol's abs, breaking the elastic of his waistband.
"I don't know if I care if they catch on." Hansol's chokes on a breath when Seungkwan cups his length. "I need you."
He slowly pulls down Hansol's bottoms, his cock springing out, hard and leaking from the tip. Seungwan wraps his fingers around the length, eliciting a low frown from Hansol that makes his cock twitch. Seungkwan's hand starts moving up and down Hansol's length, thumb gliding over the head, mimicking his movements in the shower from earlier.
After one sharp tug, a whine loud enough to echo in the stall, Seungkwan swallows it up with a kiss, smirking against his lips. He could spend hours drawing out these sounds from Hansol in any way he can. Maybe in the future, when they actually have a bed to fuck on and all the time in the world.
Seungkwan places his hands on Hansol's chest, pulling their kiss apart. Lost in a haze of pure pleasure and want, Seungkwan turns around, arching his back and pressing his ass snug against Hansol's length, swiveling his hips up and down.
"Sol-ah…." Seungkwan breathes out, throwing his head back in pleasure, resting against Hansol's shoulder. Hansol immediately molds their bodies together, his chest pressed against Seungkwan's back, his lips ghosting over his earlobe. "I need you to fuck me right now."
"Ah… S'ngkwan…" Hansol slurs, hips moving in time with Seungkwan's movements. The pleasure is blinding and Seungkwan has to use one of the walls to support himself.
With his free arm, Seungkwan finds Hansol's arm around his waist. Seungkwan takes his hand, interlocking their fingers and guiding Hansol to the waistband of his jeans. Seungkwan tugs downwards, and Hansol catches on quickly. He slides Seungkwan's jeans and boxers down, enough to see the full curve of his ass.
"Fuck," he sighs against Seungkwan's ear, kneading his ass. "Been thinking about this all week."
Seungkwan smirks, pressing against Hansol's dick, fitting perfectly against the cleft of ass. The feeling of skin-on-skin feels like an explosion of sensations, especially with every pass of Hansol's tip over his hole. So close, but not quite.
Still, Seungkwan chases after the feeling, bracing his arm against the wall and moving against Hansol. While Seungkwan is more than okay with more dry-humping, he's pleasantly surprised to hear a click of a lid followed by an almost unsexy spurting sound. Seungkwan's cock twitches, the horny beast inside of him cheering when he feels lubed-up fingers pressing against his hole.
"You got lub— hah," Seungkwan murmurs, gasping as a finger enters him.
"Yeah," Hansol grunts, slowly fucking Seungkwan and stretching him out. "I don't have condoms. Can I still—"
"Please. I'll kill you if you don't fuck me."
"I'm pretty sure your ass is killing me already."
Seungkwan would respond to that with an eyeroll, but then Hansol is adding more lube and another finger and any thought leaves his head entirely. Hansol keeps stretching him out, fingers pumping in and out slowly like they have all the time in the world.
"Nonieee," Seungkwan moans, trying to keep his voice below a whisper, practically riding his fingers. "I need you to fuck me right now."
"Shh," Hansol whispers against his ear, just like Seungkwan told him moments ago. Oh, how the tables have turned.
This time, Seungkwan couldn't care less about the sounds coming out of his mouth, not when he hears the sound of the lube cap opening once again and the slick sounds of Hansol stroking himself. Not when he aligns his tip over Seungkwan's hole, slowly pushing himself in.
"Fuck," Seungkwan wails, his moans bouncing off the walls. Hansol immediately covers his mouth, muffling the noise. His grip is strong against Seungkwan's face, pinning his body to Hansol as he slowly sinks in.
Seungkwan can't move, completely lost in the bliss of being filled and stretched out. It's been a while since he hooked up with someone but that last guy doesn't hold a candle to the high of getting fucked by someone who knows him from the inside (literally) and out. He's practically seeing stars when Hansol bottoms out and for a moment, it feels like too much. With the free hand that isn't propped up against the wall, Seungkwan reaches behind and taps Hansol on his thigh, signaling him to wait before he starts moving.
Hansol seems to understand Seungkwan's wordless request, although with his heavy labored breathing, he seems just as gone as Seungkwan is. And because Seungkwan could, he darts his tongue out, tasting the salt and feeling the rough callouses on Hansol's palm. Hansol whines, moving his hand along Seungkwan's tongue from his palm and up his index and middle fingers until he's prodding against Seungkwan's lips. He acquiesces, opening his mouth and taking Hansol's finger in his mouth.
Ah, so this is how it felt like for Hansol before.
Hansol slowly starts moving, the drag of his cock inside Seungkwan making his eyes roll to the back of his head. His own hips move in time with the thrusts and Seungkwan sucks and bites on Hansol's fingers to keep himself from moaning too loud.
With the arm around Seungkwan's waist and Hansol's fingers hooking off the corner of his mouth making drool dribble down his chin, Seungkwan is unable to move except to meet Hansol's hips. It's obscene and carnal: the buildup of a week's worth of desire and want plus the almost decade's worth of repressed feelings all flooding out in this lavish, spacious bathroom.
One particular thrust hits Seungkwan at that spot, the kind that makes his entire body convulse from pure pleasure alone. He cries out in a desperate moan that, despite Hansol pulling out his fingers to cover his mouth again, definitely could be heard if someone else was in the restroom.
"Shhhh," Hansol repeats even when he continues fucking Seungkwan in that one glorious spot that makes him see stars.
"Feels so good," Seungkwan mutters back, voice muffled by his hand. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah?" Hansol's hand around his waist slides down to grab Seungkwan's length, thumb smearing precut all over the tip.
It's all too much and yet not enough. Seungkwan could feel every movement and every touch of Hansol's hand and drag of his cock, pushing him ever so closely to the edge. His body starts tensing up and trembling, his core straining to keep himself quiet when—
The door to the restroom opens.
Seungkwan and Hansol immediately freeze up. Seungkwan's eyes widen, heart racing. Hansol pulls the fingers out of his mouth and covers his lips once again.
"It's ridiculous." Jisoo voice is muffled through the walls. "God forbid we want some sort of break between the tour and GOSE filming."
"Aish," replies a voice that is none other than Jeonghan. Seungkwan's eyes widen even more. "I know Cheol is trying to talk some sense with the managers. Is he doing okay?"
"I think so. He's a little stressed with all the meetings but I'm checking in with him a lot."
"Good."
Suddenly, the doorknob starts shaking as someone tries to enter their stall, the loud sound startling Seungkwan. The sudden movement pushes Hansol deeper into Seungkwan, hitting him in same spot that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"Oh whoops," Jeonghan comments. "It's locked."
Seungkwan can't even eavesdrop on his hyungs' conversations; he's been wound up so tight that all he could feel is Hansol all over him. He swivels his hips in circles, chasing the pleasure and causing the grip on his waist to tighten, careful not to make too much noise from their clothes.
"Seungkwan," Hansol whines into his ear, his voice barely as loud as a breath. He sounds completely wrecked. "Please."
Seungkwan smiles, reveling in the way their bodies are molded together, how Hansol is breathing heavily in his ear like they've been going at it for hours. When they talk to each other in quiet, breathy voices, their pleasure theirs and theirs alone, it's like Seungkwan is back in the shower in his own little world with Hansol right behind him.
He thinks about their last time together, how pliant Hansol is to every word Seungkwan tells him. How he looks with his long lashes and deep brown eyes looking up at him, pleading, and so, so, eager. And only for Seungkwan,
Suddenly, they hear the main door closed, Jeonghan and Jisoo's voices cutting off into silence.
Hansol starts fucking him fully, breathing becoming more labored. Seungkwan meets his thrusts in full, the slap of skin muffled by Hansol's jeans. Even the thought of his clothes still on while railing Seungkwan sends him into a desperate, wanton frenzy.
"Seungkwan," Hansol whines between moans. "Please I'm close."
Seungkwan turns his head, pulling Hansol's hand away from his mouth to look over his shoulder, a string of spit connecting from his lips to Hansol's fingers.
"Yeah?" Seungkwan asks. "Gonna come nice and hard for me, baby?"
"Kwannieee—" Hansol takes a hold of Seungkwan's cock, dripping with precum and sliding his hand up and down.
It's all too much, and yet not enough.
"Fuck, Hansol—" Seungkwan leans over the wall, biting his arm to keep himself quiet.
Seungkwan practically sees stars when he comes all over Hansol's hand, back arching and body trembling. His core strains as he tries not to scream, biting his arm to muffle any loud moans trying to escape. The sheer force and restraint of his orgasm could probably move mountains.
"Fuck," Hansol moans. "You're so tight, I can't—"
He buries himself inside Seungkwan, biting the juncture of his neck to keep his orgasm quiet. Seungkwan twitches at the feeling as warmth fills him, his movements slow down as they ride the last waves of their orgasms.
The air feels thick with sex, labored breathing the only thing being heard in the stall. Seungkwan leans his sweaty head against his arm, marked with deep bite marks from his orgasm. Hansol stays spooned behind him, forehead resting on Seungkwan's shoulder, skin also feeling clammy against his back. For a moment, they don't move, satisfied just to catch their breath.
Unfortunately, with the comedown of the orgasmic bliss comes the sudden hit of reality. Seungkwan winces as Hansol's softening cock slowly pulls out, cum running down his leg. It's obscene, messy, and—by the way his cock still twitches—so, so sexy.
Hansol starts cleaning him up with toilet paper, touch soft against Seungkwan's skin. Seungkwan sighs at the gentle touches, letting himself be taken care of.
"Sollie," Seungkwan whines as Hansol's finger run over his hole and cock, cleaning up all the cum that's all over him. Not just his, but also Hansol's. The mere thought sends a thrill down his spine. "Oh, god. There's no way our first time was in a fucking bathroom."
Hansol laughs. "Hey, you were the one texting me about floor-to-ceiling bathroom stalls."
Seungkwan turns around, leaning back against the wall to admire Hansol. Even post-orgasm, skin flushed and lips swollen, he still looks beautiful.
"I missed you," he says, pulling Hansol into a soft kiss.
"Missed you too." Hansol pulls away, eyes flitting all over Seungkwan's face. He pushes Seungkwan's bangs aside, fingertips dancing down his temples. "Things have been so busy, I feel like I barely saw you."
"I know." Seungkwan slides his hands up Hansol's chest, cupping his neck. "I couldn't wait. You look so hot, I was this close to jumping your bones at the table."
"The crazy thing is I wouldn't have minded if you did."
Seungkwan chuckles, pulling Hansol into another kiss, drinking in his sigh. The hand cupping Hansol's neck slides up to his earlobe, thumb running over the ridges of his ear. In the dimly lit restroom, time doesn't seem to exist. Seungkwan could spend hours making out with Hansol and drawing out little sounds from him.
They're distracted once again by someone walking into the restroom. Seungkwan pulls away, patting Hansol's chest.
"We definitely should go back, huh?" Seungkwan asks in a quiet voice.
Hansol pouts, bottom lip jutting out, shiny and swollen. If it were any other situation not involving Seventeen, Seungkwan would be weak to Hansol's pleading expression. But he knows the more the both of them are gone, the more their members will start wondering about their whereabouts.
Seungkwan had a foolproof plan. Since he went to the restroom first, he's going to walk back out alone, with Hansol following five minutes later. After thoroughly washing up and looking presentable, Seungkwan finally steps back out into the restaurant, making his way to his team's table.
As soon as Seungkwan so much as glances towards his members, he knows it's over for the both of them.
Every single members' eyes (save for Wonwoo, who is currently going to town on a hand roll) are cast in his direction, expressions ranging from smug to shock to almost horrified.
"You… you freaky sluts!" Chan exclaims, pointing at right him. He uses his free hand to pat at Seungcheol's arm. "Hyung, that has to count for some sort of fine!"
"I don't know what you guys are talking about," Seungkwan says, sliding back in his seat.
Despite this, Seungkwan feels a blush spreading from the tips of his ears to his cheeks and down to his neck.
"You guys didn't even try," Seungcheol adds with narrowed eyes. "I heard Hansol ask Hao for lube and condoms."
The leering eyes now spotlight on Minghao, who's currently hiding behind Mingyu. Ah, so that's how Hansol seemed to procure a bottle of lube out of nowhere. Seungkwan would feel bad, but he's relieved their attention is elsewhere, if only for a moment.
"Ay!" Minghao whines. "At least I come prepared unlike some people."
Before Seungkwan could quip back about not being prepared enough, considering he only had lube and no condoms, Hansol emerges from the restroom, seemingly unbothered by all the looks cast his way.
"What?" he asks, sitting back in his seat next to Seungkwan.
"What do you mean, 'what'?" Chan exclaims.
"You two are so shameless," Seokmin adds with a smug smile. "Messing around at our monthly meeting!"
"We should hold court over this," Mingyu says. "Maybe we can make a GOSE episode out of it."
Seokmin gasps. "The judge is finally getting tried in court!"
This time, Hansol looks just as embarrassed as Seungkwan feels, slinking down his seat with a bright blush on his cheeks. Despite this, the corners of his lips turn up in a little smile.
"You guys couldn't wait until later, huh?" Jisoo props his elbows on the table, grinning at them evilly. Seungkwan is relieved that he's taking this in stride as the host.
"We—" Seungkwan stammers. "It's been a while!"
"Come on," Seungcheol adds. "You guys had all the time in the world last week to get it out of your system before leaving for LA."
"What do you mean?" Seungkwan tilts his head. "We only just got together after my house warming party."
'Got together' feels a little presumptuous considering they haven't even defined their relationship, but their members didn't need to know about that.
A stunned silence spreads over the table, with almost every member looking some form of shocked.
"What do you mean 'just got together'?" Seokmin asks with wide eyes. "At Seungkwan's party?"
Seungkwan shares a confused look with Hansol, mouth open to speak but words not coming out.
"Um…" Hansol says. "Yeah? It's not like we were together before this."
Weirdly enough, this seems to pull a stronger reaction from the members than them hooking up in the restroom.
"WHAT?!"
"Really?!"
"There's no way…"
"Then what the hell was everything before that?!"
"Wait," Hansol juts in. "You guys thought we were together already?"
"We honestly thought you two have been dating for a while now," Wonwoo says. "Wow, Soonyoung and Jihoon are going to be surprised to hear this."
Suddenly, the conversation switches to the other couples in the group and whether or not everyone noticed their getting together. While everyone starts picking apart Mingyu and Minghao's relationship, Seungcheol elbows Seungkwan, leaning in so Hansol could hear, too.
"For the record," he says, placing an extra piece of sushi on their plates. "We're really happy for you two even when we thought you were together. We love that our dongsaengs are in love."
"Thanks, hyung," Hansol replies, placing a hand on Seungkwan's knee. "That means a lot."
"You're still gonna be fined though. A quickie at the monthly meeting is crazy."
Seungkwan laughs, placing his hand over Hansol's and squeezing it. He can't even find it in him to feel guilty about it. Not when Hansol scoots closer to rest his chin on Seungkwan's shoulder. Not when Seokmin and Chan catch them cuddling up together and squeal about it like one of their fan girls.
"Look at that," Jisoo points out. "It's like Badtz-Maru and Tuxedosam hooked up."
"Heyyy!" Chan exclaims. "Don't say it like that!"
"Does that mean Keroppi and Pompompurin are fucking?" Jun asks, glancing over at Mingyu and Minghao.
Seungkwan laughs, head tilting to lean against Hansol's. He's right where he wants to be.
The following week, Seungcheol and Jeonghan officially add a secret fourth rule to Seventeen's monthly meeting guidelines, effective immediately.
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Any couple who leaves the table for a long period of "private time" will be fined an amount to be determined before next month's meeting.
Oh, well, Seungkwan thinks as the messages pop up in their group chat about the new rule and the reminder of his and Hansol's bathroom hookup.
It was totally worth it.