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Sieun's typical Friday night would be him sitting at his desk for hours, working until dawn, wrapping up his studies of the week and starting a new chapter.

Unfortunately, this Friday night, he's sitting on Baku's couch in the corner of the living room, trying to steer clear of all the noise inside the house.

Baku and Gotak practically begged Sieun on their knees to come to this party, which he usually would have just said no, but it was Baku's birthday, and how was he supposed to not be here?

Albeit he is a little bit pissed off right now. Juntae is flirting with some random in the corner who’s wearing the most hideous orange jacket, and Baku and Gotak are just minglers and can't sit still.

So here he is, alone in the corner of a party he didn't even want to come to.

The couch dips, and he turns to find Juntae sitting next to him. "Did he show you a good time? Are you guys going to kiss kiss fall in love?" Sieun jokes.

Juntae blushes. "Sieun-ah," he whines, pressing the back of his fingers to his cheek, "I swear he's actually so sweet."

"Oh, I'm sure. I can tell by his clothing choices."

Juntae swats his thigh. "Sieun, please," he begs, eyes pleading.

"I'm kidding, Jun-ah. Have fun with him. What's it to me as long as he makes you feel happy?"

Juntae smiles at that. "Thank you, Sieun, really." Then he's jumping to his feet and reaching a hand out to him. "What do you say we get a drink to celebrate?" A wide, toothy grin coats his face.

Sieun reaches a hand up. He doesn't even want to drink tonight, but how can he say no to Juntae?

He lets Juntae drag him through the living room, and as they pass by the backyard to get to the kitchen, a loud commotion makes them both stop at the sliding glass doors.

There's a table set up with cups on both sides, one side having way less than the other, which Sieun assumes is the losing side. Beer pong.

He drags his eyes up from the table to see who the winner is and—

No fucking way.

Ahn Suho is at, of all people, Baku's party. He knows they know of each other—Baku asks him to join the basketball team at least 3 times a week—but he didn't think they were close enough for him to be at his party.

Ahn Suho. The guy Sieun's had a crush on since freshman fucking year, when he saw him for the first time at the party after orientation. Suho, outgoing as he is, definitely made a name for himself that night with how engaged and welcoming he was.

Everyone caught heart eyes for him that night, Sieun included, but he never acted on anyone hitting on him. He hasn't dated or hooked up with anyone the past two years.

Sieun is sure Suho doesn't remember what happened that night, but he does.

Sieun had too much to drink and ended up at the end of the table, trying to get away from everyone. A senior who had been following him all night had appeared next to him and would not stop pestering him, trying to get Sieun to talk to him.

He kept pouring Sieun's glass full, knowing he couldn't decline, and Sieun was really hitting his limit. His glass got filled again, and he held it up, contemplating just throwing the shot into the senior's face.

Slowly, he started to bring the shot to his mouth when, out of nowhere, a hand plucked the glass out of his own, and he got a whiff of citrus. He looked up and saw the man who was the talk of the party downing the alcohol in his place.

Sieun actually thought he was so drunk he was just imagining it happening. He looked over at the senior, whose mouth was parted at the scene. Then he dragged his eyes back to Suho, who wasn't even paying him any mind, solely focused on the older man.

"Sunbae! What are you doing sitting in the corner over here?" Suho leaned onto the table between the two of them to set the glass down, but he didn't straighten back up, blocking the senior from Sieun's view.

"Oh, you know just…" The senior stammered, trailing off.

Suho had sat back up a bit and scanned the party with his eyes before looking back down. "Sunbae, Yeongi has been pouting in the corner all night 'cause you haven't been paying attention to her." He jutted his chin toward a girl on the other side of the room.

Sieun had seen the senior's eyes light up from the small sliver he could see past Suho sitting up, and watched him turn his head toward the direction Suho had pointed.

Suho had coaxed him up from his seat, dropped a hand on his shoulder, and started to lead them away. Sieun had watched the two of them walking and couldn’t help but be focused on Suho's broad shoulders. Suho looked back at him—Sieun hoped he couldn't tell what he was just staring at—and broke out into a wide, toothy smile, winking at Sieun before turning around to talk to the senior again.

Sieun snapped back to the present just as Suho winds his arm up, closing one eye to add dramatic effect, and throws the ping pong ball, which lands perfectly in the last cup on the other side.

A loud mix of ohhhhs and ahhhhs erupts from the crowd, and Suho just smiles up at his opponent, calm and effortless. "Sorry, better luck next time, yeah?" he says, tilting his head, that grin pulling at the edges of Sieun's chest.

A hand lands on his shoulder, yanking him out of his thoughts. "Sieunnie, Tae-ah, are you two having fun?" Baku asks, having seen them stop in front of the door while he was talking to some friends.

Before Sieun can answer, someone in the crowd yells, "Yah, Suho, there's no way you haven't lost all night! Jaeha's been sulking in the corner since you beat them."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'm good at flicking my wrist, I guess?" Suho boasts, throwing his arm up and demonstrating. "Find me someone who can actually challenge me. I'm getting bored over here."

He stretches his hands over his head and yawns, and sue Sieun for letting his eyes drift down to the way his stomach pokes out when he does.

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Baku lifting his hands in the air. "Wha—Ahn Suho, you made it!" he all but yells, stepping outside to dap him up. Suho taps his back and tells him happy birthday. Then his eyes travel over toward where Sieun and Juntae are. He and Sieun make eye contact for a second before his eyes travel back to Baku, and unfortunately, or fortunately—Sieun can't tell yet—Baku catches it.

"Do you wanna play, birthday boy? Maybe you can beat my winning streak," Suho says, smirking up at him.

Baku throws an arm around Suho's shoulder. "No sir, I have guests to tend to, but…" He trails off. "I know someone who would be a good opponent," turning the two of them around until they're facing Sieun.

"Sieunnie, come play a round with poor 'ole Suho over here!" He and Suho make eye contact again, longer this time. Sieun can literally feel the heat blooming on his face, and he's acutely aware of Baku shooting him a slight smirk. Fucking Baku.

"No thanks," he says quickly, throwing a glare at Baku.

He feels Suho's eyes on him and can't bring himself to look back. He turns his head toward Juntae and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go get a drink, Jun-ah."

Before he can turn around and take a step, Suho calls out, "Sieun-ah." His head whips around, and once again, he makes eye contact with Ahn fucking Suho. "Come play a round with me, hm?" His hands slide into his pockets, and he pokes his cheek with his tongue. "Please? I'll go easy on you," he adds, softening the blow.

Sieun's mouth parts in surprise, and Juntae gasps beside him. In his peripheral, he sees Juntae whip his head to look at him.

Baku belly-laughs next to Suho, literally holding his stomach from how hard he's laughing. Suho glances at him for a second, then returns his gaze to Sieun, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

Juntae tugs at his jacket. "Sieun-ah, why don't you just play one round? It can't hurt, can it?"

Sieun's eyes widen, looking down at him. Not Juntae, too. That man he was flirting with earlier got into his head too fast. You know what? It doesn't matter if Juntae's happy—that man is a no-go.

He hears feet shuffling on the ground and looks up to see Baku walking over, still laughing, though quieter now, wiping fake tears from his eyes. He throws his arm around Sieun and leans close to his head. "Sieunnie, I think this is your chance to talk to the Ahn Suho you like oh so much." He pulls his head back, snickering at him.

Before Sieun can even think to respond, Baku is all but dragging him out of the house—he actually trips over the lip of the door—and to the other side of the table.

Baku straightens up with his arm still slung around Sieun's shoulder. "Suho, go easy on him. He's just a little nervous."

"Mm, I will. Anything for the birthday boy," Suho says, eyes never leaving Sieun. Amusement is clear on his face after watching the whole situation unfold. "I'll even add on that the winner gets a wish, hm, Sieun-ah?"

Sieun audibly scoffs, stomping a foot on Baku's, and throwing a glare up at him. Baku winces and takes this as his sign to walk away, and steps back inside to be next to Juntae.

Suho rounds the table and holds out the two balls to Sieun. "Hyung will be nice and let you go first," he says, grinning and tilting his head at Sieun.

Sieun grabs the balls and tosses them in the cup of water sitting to the left of his cups of beer. "Okay, one game."

Suho smirks at this, eyes Sieun up and down, drags his lip between his teeth, and echoes him. "Okay, one game." He steps back to his side of the table.

He dunks the ball in the water with two fingers, flicks off the extra water drops, and stares at Suho's cups. His nerves bubble as he calculates the distance for his first shot.

Sieun really wants this game to end as soon as possible.

He flicks his wrist, and the ball glides across the table, landing perfectly in the cup at the top of Suho's triangle.

"Woahhhhh!" the crowd cheers, but Sieun can barely hear over his heart thumping in his chest. He cannot believe he got dragged into playing, of all things, beer pong with his two-year-long crush.

Suho laughs, reaches down and takes the ball out of the beer, tosses it into water to wash off the stickiness, and downs the beer in his hand, eyes locked on Sieun over the rim.

Sieun swallows hard, hand coming up tossing his next ball which lands in the cup on the bottom left of Suho's side.

"Wah, Yeon Sieun, you don't even need me to go easy on you, do you?" Suho asks, gulping down the next cup.

"I never said to go easy on me, did I?" Sieun raises an eyebrow. "You said that of your own free will."

Suho chuckles and grabs the balls from the water cup. "I guess I did, huh? Sorry for underestimating you, pretty boy." He's already throwing his first shot, which lands right in the middle of Sieun's cups.

Sieun stutters as looks up at the boy. He must be hearing things. Wow, he's so excited to be playing with Suho he's imagining him calling him "pretty."

"Drink up, pretty," Suho says, winking.

Sieun's brain short-circuits. This is some cruel joke, It has to be. Baku must have told Suho he had a crush on him and they made up this ploy to fuck with him.

Obviously, Sieun knows Baku would never, he's loyal. But in that case, why is Suho sitting here calling him pretty and practically begging him to play a game with him?

He reaches down for the cup, turning his head slightly as he drinks, hoping it hides the flush Suho’s words bring to his face.

Slamming the cup down, his eyes flick to the cups in front of him. "Your ball. Go."

Suho dips his head and laughs before he brings an arm up and throws his next ball, which misses.

"Oops," he says, flashing a gummy grin, pearly white teeth shining. It reminds Sieun so much of their first meeting, and his heart clenches.

The game is heated. Sieun is taking this game very seriously, only missing one ball because Gotak started chanting his name from the large crowd that had gathered. Sieun can't tell if Suho is actually trying to win or if he's just that good at beer pong, but at some point he looks down and see they each only have one cup left.

It's Sieun's turn. He swallows, bringing the ball between his fingers. He notices the crowd has definitely inched closer, everyone on their toes to see what happens next.

He tosses the ball across the table. People hold their breath as it arcs toward the cup—and misses, bouncing onto the table.

"Fuck," he mutters, wiping sweaty palms on his pants, picking up the last ball. He stares at the final cup across the table, concentration etched on his face. He bites his lip and throws it in the air, watching in slow motion as it circles the rim—and falls in.

"Holy shit," he mumbles, eyes widening. "Holy fucking shit." He looks up at Suho, who tosses his ball in the air and catches it with a grin.

His tongue clicks. "Ah ah, redemption, Sieun-ah. One more chance for me."

Sieun bites his lip again, to which this time he can see Suho looking before he drags his eyes up. "Right, redemption," Sieun answers. "Forgot."

"Don't get too excited yet. Watch and learn, pretty boy," Suho says, winding up his arm.

There is no way in hell Sieun has come all this way to lose from fucking redemption. "Mm, good luck," he mumbles.

Before he has time to think and get embarrassed, "Hyung," slips from his lips as Suho throws the ball. Suho stumbles forward, and the ball flies into the crowd. He looks up at Sieun, wide-eyed, and Sieun smirks down at him.

It's silent for a good thirty seconds before everyone who was around the table erupts into cheers. Baku pops up from seemingly nowhere, lifting Sieun onto his shoulder, chanting along with the crowd.

Sieun yelps as he’s hoisted, catching sight of Juntae and Gotak standing together. Juntae gives him two thumbs up. "I had no doubt you’d win, Sieunnie," Gotak says, tapping his legs a few times.

Juntae nudges Gotaks shoulder with his own. "He’s lying. He was biting his nails watching you play."

Gotak gapes at him. "Yah, Seo Juntae!" He pulls the smaller into a playful headlock and gives him a noogie, knuckles pressing lightly into his head.

Sieun laughs, tapping Baku's shoulder to indicate he should put him down. Once upright, Baku grabs him by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth a few times. "Sieunnie, I can't believe you actually won. I mean, I knew you were good, but hey, so is Suho, and it was such a close game and—"

He leans closer, his breath warm against Sieun’s ear. "What did you say that made him completely blow his last shot?"

Sieun feels a blush creeping up his neck and shoves Baku away. "Nothing. I just wished him good luck," he shrugs, turning to see Suho still standing there, calm, hands in his pockets, that infuriating, easy smile lighting up his face. Even from across the table, Sieun feels it like a spark: electric, teasing.

This time, Sieun rounds the table and approaches Suho. He extends a hand, trying to steady his own racing pulse. "Good game, Suho-yah."

"Good game, Sieun-ah," Suho says, low and teasing. "Dirty move at the end there, huh?" He swipes a thumb over Sieun’s hand just long enough to make him shiver before pulling back, letting his hands settle casually in his pockets. That little touch lingers in Sieun’s mind, heating his chest.

Sieun shrugs, trying to play it cool. "There was no way I was gonna lose during redemption. Sounded embarrassing."

At that Suho laughs, harder than he has all night, eyes crinkling in a way that makes Sieun's stomach twist. "Right, Sieun. I'm sure," he says, still smiling, still watching.

Someone Sieun vaguely remembers seeing in the crowd pops up, interrupting their conversation and sliding an arm around Suho's shoulders. "Suho, bro, how does your first loss of the night feel?"

Suho's eyes linger on Sieun for a minute, he turns throwing out a random answer to whoever was asking, turning back to Sieun to see the boy has already started walking back inside with his friends.

Suho clicks his tongue softly as others crowd up to him, talking to him about the game, immersing himself in the conversation being held around him he decides he'll find Sieun later.

Suho is inside now, having stopped playing after his loss. His focus has shifted entirely to finding the winner of that game.

Which proves harder than he expected. When he came in from outside, Sieun was nowhere to be found. He’s been wandering around for about an hour now, even running into all three of the boy’s friends.

Eventually, Suho starts to give up hope that Sieun is still here. He grabs his coat, tossed over a chair in the kitchen, ready to leave.

Passing Baku on his way out of the kitchen, he wishes him happy birthday again, lets him know he's heading out, and daps him up one more time.

He’s halfway through the living room when a creak on the floor makes him freeze. Looking up, he locks eyes with Sieun.

Sieun looks back, flushing almost instantly, like he’s caught in the act of something private. He hesitates, tilts his head, and walks backward a few steps.

Turning, he approaches a closed door, peeks over his shoulder at Suho, then slips inside, leaving it slightly ajar.

Suho chuckles to himself, abandoning the front door entirely, and moves toward where Sieun disappeared.

He slowly pushes the door open and finds Sieun sitting on a couch in the middle of the room. A bed is tucked into the corner, a TV rests on a dresser in front of the couch. Red sheets are on the bed, and posters from that basketball anime cover the walls. Baku’s room, Suho realizes, a little grin tugging at his lips.

"Is this where you've been hiding from me?" Suho asks, closing the door completely behind him.

Sieun hums softly. "Hiding from the crowd. I got bombarded as soon as I came inside." He pulls his legs up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees, eyes flicking briefly to Suho.

"Yeah?" Suho steps closer, leaning over the couch. "Mind if I sit?"

Sieun doesn’t answer, just curls his legs closer to his chest, giving Suho room.

So cute, Suho thinks, watching him. The way he tucks in, small, contained, like a coil of energy waiting to spring.

He plops onto the couch, arm draped over the back, body leaning in just slightly. "We have unfinished business, don’t we?"

For a moment, he feels a flash of hurt—how could Sieun vanish right after the game ended? Has he really been holed up here all night while Suho searched for him like a man possessed?

"Do we?" Sieun asks, tilting his head, those big brown eyes meeting his.

And actually, any hurt feelings that might have still lingered dissipate as soon as Sieun looks up with those big, shiny, brown eyes boring into him.

Suho can't look away.

"We do," he says, feigning nonchalance, shifting his body so one of his legs is crossed on the couch.

Sieun looks down at his legs for a second, taking in Suho's outfit: blue baggy jeans, white fitted shirt, and a varsity jacked that his arms are filling up so well.

He drags his gaze back up. "And what's our unfinished business, Suho-yah?" He asks as one of his feet slide over the couch, settling under Suho's leg, teasing.

Suho bites his lip, circling Sieun’s ankle with his hand, thumb tracing lightly up and down. The smallest contact sends a heat prickling through him. "Sieun-ah, you didn’t tell me your wish."

Sieun blinks up at him, confusion evident on his face.

"For winning, Sieun," he explains softly. "I told you: winner gets a wish."

"Ah," Sieun murmurs, nodding his head, humming as he leans his head against the back of the couch now. "I don't know, Suho-yah, I thought you were joking."

He slides his other foot alongside the one under Suho’s leg, feeling Suho’s small, startled jump. He wiggles his feet playfully.

"What were you gonna wish for, hyung?" Sieun asks, and Suho groans in response, dropping his forehead down to rest lightly on Sieun's knees.

Sieun can feel Suho’s warm breath, the faint scent of him, citrus, clean, and it sends a shiver down his spine. His heart hammers, every nerve alert. He shifts slightly, tension coiling in his stomach.

Suho tilts his head and looks up at him. "Sieun-ah, you're doing this on purpose now," and Sieun giggles, actually giggles, and Suho thinks its the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.

Suho sits up, trailing his hands up Sieun’s thighs. He feels him shiver before he yanks him onto his lap, straightening his own leg in the process.

Sieun gasps, hands flying up to Suho’s shoulders.

Up close, Suho can see the red spreading up his neck, creeping slowly across his face. He snorts. "Not so cocky anymore, are you, pretty?"

Sieun bites the inside of his cheek, looking down at Suho through his lashes. He pushes at Suho’s shoulders. "Whatever," he huffs, turning his face away.

"Sieun-ah," Suho murmurs, leaning his head onto the younger’s shoulder, "am I reading into this wrong? Now’s the best time to tell me if I am."

Sieun hums, threading his fingers into Suho’s hair. He feels Suho groan into his neck, the sound hitting him straight in his cock.

"Hyung, what are you reading into?" he questions, sitting up to adjust his position, settling his knees beside Suho's thighs.

"Sieun-ah, baby, stop teasing me, yeah?" Suho says, looking up at him. His hands slide from Sieun’s thighs to his waist, thumbs resting on bare skin.

Sieun whimpers at the pet name, already feeling his pants tightening. Suho’s fingers are hot against his skin, as if branding him.

"I’m serious, baby. Let me know if you don’t want this." Suho tilts his head, again. Sieun’s heart does a flip at the look in his eyes, mind going hazy from the need etched into Suho’s face.

"Suho-yah," Sieun breathes, tightening his hands on the taller’s shoulders, "can I tell you my wish now?"

Suho nods eagerly, eyes like stars, before Sieun even finishes his sentence.

Sieun bites his lip, staring down at him. "Hyung… kiss me," he whispers.

And that’s all it takes. Suho cups Sieun’s face and closes the distance between them. Sieun sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Suho’s neck.

The kiss is soft and easy at first. Sieun can tell Suho is trying to feel him out. He bites at Suho's lip and grinds his hips down, drawing a moan from the man beneath him, which he swallows wholly.

He feels Suho tighten his grip on his thighs before swiping his tongue across Sieun’s teeth, twisting his head to find a better angle. Suho's tongue is hot and slick against his own, and Sieun must admit, Suho is a really good kisser.

Suho bucks his hips in time with Sieun grinding down, finding a steady rhythm. Sieun starts whining into the kiss, unable to even feel embarrassed in the heat of the moment.

Sieun's head is fuzzy and he feels hot all over. He doesn't even know how long they've been kissing, head so full of Suho's citrusy cologne, the feeling of Suho being against him. He doesn’t care if he loses his breath; he’s focused entirely on the feel of Suho’s hands, his lips on his own.

His stomach tightens, that hot bubbling sensation building, and he pulls back from the kiss, dropping his head on Suho’s shoulder as a moan slips past his lips while he tries to speed up his pace, chasing the rush.

"Suho-yah," he breathes, movements ragged, inching closer to his release.

And then he's being flipped over and his back is hitting the cushion under them. Suho's looking down at him with half lidded eyes and Sieun can't help the shiver that goes down his spine.

A noise of disapproval makes its way from the back of Sieun's throat. "Hyung, why?" He pants.

"Sorry, baby," Suho answers, pulling his jacket off and tossing it to the floor. Sieun doesn't care enough at the moment to wonder where it lands as he takes in the sight of Suho's biceps on display.

Wow.

He definitely didn’t get a proper look during the game. His shirt strained against his arm whenever he threw a shot, and Sieun can’t help imagining all the firm muscle he missed because his nerves were skyrocketing. His mouth waters.

His thoughts are cut off when Suho leans down, one hand on his waist, the other settling by his head.

"Yeon Sieun, there was no way I was going to cum in my pants," Suho says with a shit-eating grin, leaning close enough that his mouth is by Sieun’s ear. "Sounds embarrassing, doesn’t it?" His smile widens with every word.

Sieun almost moans at the hot breath against his ear, biting it back just in time as Suho raises his head again.

He covers his face with his hands, hiding the blush blooming across his cheeks. "Hyung, who’s teasing who?" he huffs, sliding his fingers open to peek at Suho.

"Sorry, pretty," Suho chuckles, his hand on Sieun’s waist sliding up to pull his hands away from his face. "But really… did you want to sit in soiled pants all night?"

He kisses Sieun’s temple, then his nose, cheek, and down to his jaw before settling on his neck, licking a stripe over his pulse point.

Sieun lets out a breathy moan, hands threading back into Suho’s hair to keep him there.

Taking the hint, Suho drops a few more pecks on Sieun's neck before closing his mouth around his pulse point and adding a playful bite.

The hand in Suho’s hair tightens as he groans, trying to grind his hips up, but a firm hand lands on his waist to stop him. He whines, trying with all his strength to buck up. Dammit, he thinks, why is he so god damn strong?

Suho trails his mouth down his neck. "Don’t worry, baby, I got you," he mumbles, fingers tugging at the hem of Sieun’s shirt, slowly pushing it up as his mouth continues nipping at his skin.

He slots a knee between Sieun’s legs, applying just enough pressure to make him inhale sharply. Nails find the nape of Suho’s neck, sending a tingle down. Suho yanks Sieun’s shirt higher, fitting the fabric around his fingers before teasing, "Say ah, Sieun-ah."

He shoves the shirt into Sieun’s mouth. Sieun shudders, mouth falling open before he can stop himself. The cotton fills his mouth, and he moans around it, feeling Suho’s fingers through the fabric.

"Bite when it’s too much, pretty."

Sieun nods so fast his head nearly whiplashes.

He watches Suho's face go down his body. A sound escapes from the back of Sieun's throat, his stomach contracts and goosebumps bloom all over his body as Suho bites down on the plush skin hanging over his waistband.

Calloused fingers trace up Sieun’s middle, brushing over his chest. He closes his lips around the fingers in his mouth, trying to stifle a moan.

Suho swipes a thumb over before pinching at his nipple—roughly, but Sieun doesn’t mind, thinking of it as payback for that dirty move at the end of their game.

Suho eases up with his teeth, pressing a small kiss at the bite. He peppers Sieun’s chest with more kisses before placing one last just under his other nipple, blowing hot breath over it, watching it perk up before diving in with his tongue.

He licks, bites, and plays with it between his teeth, fingers still pinching and pulling the other. Sieun moans roughly, nails digging into Suho’s bicep as both nipples are teased.

Suho pulls his fingers from Sieun’s mouth, keeping the shirt in place. "Good boy," he murmurs, hands moving to unbutton Sieun’s pants, pulling down the zipper agonizingly slow. Sieun whines, bucking his hips for Suho to hurry.

A low chuckle comes from Suho. "Patience, baby."

His fingers slip under Sieun's waistband and he looks up at Sieun with an inquisitive look. Sieun lifts his hips as his answer and watches Suho peel his pants down, underwear included.

A shiver runs through his body and he'd like to blame it on the chill of the room but actually, it's the hungry look Suho's got in his eyes as he stares at his achingly hard cock, red and leaking against his stomach.

"You're big. Bigger than I thought, pretty," Suho mumbles, hand circling his dick and swiping a thumb at the tip just as a bead of precum leaks out.

Sieun spits a moan out alongside his shirt, a line of saliva dripping down his chin. "Think about me often?" He questions breathlessly.

Suho pauses his movements, bringing his eyes up to meet Sieun's and sucking in a breath before he answers. "I always think of you, Sieun."

His breath hitches, heart racing at Suho’s honesty. He tries to quip, but his mind blanks. Why would Ahn Suho be thinking about him?

Suho wastes no time. His hand moves up and down, friction burning, sending sweet pain coursing through Sieun.

"Suho-yah," Sieun pants, right hand loosening its grip on Suho’s arm, reaching down.

His hand gets intercepted before he makes contact. Looking up, he sees Suho's eyes locked onto him as he drags Sieun's hand to his mouth and licks up his palm, all the way up his fingers.

He presses a kiss to the tip of his index finger before he ducks down and Sieun's finger is engulfed in his mouth. His eyes roll shut as he moans around it, Sieun bites back his own moan as he watches his finger disappear into Suho's mouth. Suho bites where his finger meets his hand leaving a nice toothy ring around it.

Sieun yelps at the bite and watches Suho's eyes flutter open, a dark look in his eyes as he twirls his tongue around Sieun's finger.

"Biting me," Sieun huffs, pressing his finger against Suho’s tongue. Suho groans, swirling it around. "Licking, sucking, leaving marks all over me… what are you? A dog?"

He pulls away with a pop, Sieun's finger glistening with spit. Suho grins. "Woof, baby."

Sieun gasps, cock twitching, ready to burst. He’s never been this turned on. Suho brings his hand back, palm up, spitting into it. Sieun feels the slick line connecting to Suho’s lips and decides he’s very much into it.

And finally Sieun hears Suho's belt buckle clattering. He brings his eyes down and watches as Suho pulls his bottoms down, his dick springing free and slapping against his stomach. Sieun groans, watching the length, mind wandering to whether it’ll even fit inside him.

The spit in his hand, now cooling, starts to slide down his wrist while he's day dreaming. Suho clicks his tongue. "Sieun-ah, pay attention." He guides Sieun’s hand over their cocks.

Suho continues his sentence just as Sieun is letting a whimper out. "Watch hyung, I'll make you feel good."

He covers Sieun's hand with his own and jerks his spit slick hand up and down, creating a nice, firm slide between the two of their dicks.

Sieun arches his back, bucking into his hand while Suho continues to stroke at a quick pace. He tightens his grip around as much of both dicks he can grab with his own hand, feeling Suho's dick pulsing against his own.

The wet squelch and their heavy breaths are the only thing he can hear in the room, the sound of the party right outside the door faded into nothingness ages ago. Sieun is reveling at the wet slide between their—Suho and Sieun's—palms against their dicks.

Suho pumps their cocks relentlessly, strokes from the base all the way up to their tips before repeating over and over, not giving Sieun a chance to catch his breath.

He can't help but feel proud that Sieun is nothing more than a writhing mess underneath him, the only thing coming from his mouth are broken gasps and hyung, more, please. He lets go of Sieuns hand and it falls limp to the side of them.

His thumb brushes the tip of Sieun's dick and he tweaks his wrist which makes Sieun buck up into his hand. The movement causes their cocks to rub against each other and Sieun's head falls back, eyes welling with tears. They moan together and Suho's left hand finds its spot on Sieun's waist again, holding him in place while continuing to stroke with a slower pace.

Sieun finds it hard to form a complete thought at the moment, but clears his mind to remember what Suho had said during their game earlier. Suho was right, he is very very good at flicking his wrist. Sieun is starting to question how he knows his body so well.

Suho stares down at Sieun and he looks wrecked. Head tilted back, tears falling down his red face, dick drooling precum and his mouth hanging open with saliva starting to dribble out. He stares at the red marks blooming on his tan skin, glistening so brightly even in the dim room. "So beautiful, baby," he utters, eyes never leaving Sieun's face, feeling like he could cum just from watching him.

Sieun's eyes flutter open at the comment and he feels the need to squirm under Suho's gaze, a warm hand on his waist halting him from doing so. He sobs as his feels the pressure building in his abdomen, hands trying to grip onto the couch under them.

"'M gonna come, hyung," he slurs, his release getting closer and closer with Suho's steady hand jerking him off, flicking with precision.

Suho brings his lip into his mouth—a habit of his Sieun's seemed to notice all night—and cups his hand tighter around Sieun's tip. "Yeah?" Suho breathes. "Cum, pretty." He swipes his thumb back up to the tip, slightly scratching before digging his blunt nail into the slit. "Cum for hyung."

Sieun keens, vision going blurry as his orgasm punches through him. Hot spurts of white shoot out onto his stomach, hitting his shirt that slipped down his chest, all while Suho strokes him through it.

When he comes to he can hear Suho murmuring, but can't make out what he's saying. "—o good, baby boy," he hears him say as his vision starts to clear. He feels Suho's hand pull off and when he bring his eyes down he sees Suho's hand cupping his own dick and he's cumming with a loud groan untouched.

The hand on his waist starts tightening as Suho rides out his orgasm, and Sieun hopes it leaves bruises for him to look at later and think back to tonight. Suho spasms a bit as he finishes coming. Sieun places a hand on his cheek, watches him nuzzle into the touch.

Suho takes a deep breath before opening his eyes and meeting Sieun's probing gaze. Sieun lets go of the breath he didn't know he was holding and grins lazily up at him. "So beautiful, Suho-yah."

Sieun hears the slick sound of Suho letting go of his own dick, but doesn't look down until he feels something on his chest, over his shirt.

"Suho," he starts, realizing the other man is wiping his hand on his shirt. He hears Suho laugh before he starts talking.

"Sorry sweetheart, but your shirt was already ruined from your own come, a little more wont hurt, hm?"

He opens his mouth to protest but Suho is faster, lips slotting over Sieun's and licking into his already open mouth. His hand that he just wiped on Sieun's shirt makes a thump when he drops it on the couch's arm rest behind Sieun's head to hold his weight.

The kiss is messy, drool seeping from their mouths as Suho sucks on the tip of his tongue. Suho tracks the tear marks going down Sieun's face before bringing his gaze up and being met with Sieun's already open eyes.

They keep eye contact while Suho nips and sucks at Sieun's bottom lip, Sieun not even kissing back anymore; at this point, he's just gasping into Suho's mouth. He sees the grin that blooms on Suho's face and watches his pupils dilate in real time.

Sieun's hand is still nestled against Suho's cheek and he swipes his thumb on Suho's cheekbone before moving to his ear, pinching the lobe between his fingers. Suho's eyebrows furrow and he sighs into Sieun's mouth before pulling back from the kiss.

He doesn't pull back too far, their breaths still mingling as they stare into each others eyes. Both of their chests are moving up and down, breaths coming out harsh and shallow.

"Guess you ended up in soiled clothes anyway, huh?" Suho murmurs, fingers skimming the hem of Sieun's shirt.

Sieun can't help the scoff that leaves his throat as he rolls his eyes. "And whose fault is it that my shirt got ruined?" He asks.

He drops a peck on Sieun's lips. "I'm sorry sweetheart. Hyung will let you wear his, or buy you a new one, or both. Whatever you want, pretty."

Sieun's eyes flicker away for a second before he brings them back to Suho, uncertain. "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

Suho's answer is simple. "Yes." His gaze softens, looking down at Sieun. "I've thought that you were pretty since I first saw you at orientation."

Surprise covers Sieun's face. "You remember me?"

"Sieun." He deadpans. "I dragged that senior away from you at the party because I was jealous you hadn't looked at me all night. Yeongi was pissed by the way, she made me her slave for a month straight for pulling that shit."

Sieun's body starts to heat up again at the admission, thinking back to all the time he's wasted assuming Suho didn't know anything more about him than his name.

He pulls Suho's face in close. "You're wrong. I only looked at you all night, hyung," he whispers, before closing his mouth over Suho's.

They kiss softer this time, slow and languid. There's no rush in their movements because now they both know they want this, have both been scared to make a move for two fucking years. The kiss deepens and Sieun can feel Suho start to harden against him again.

His hips start to slowly roll up when the door slams open and the booming music from behind the door is made known again.

"Sieunnie! You hid in here all night and missed your chance, your eye candy left alread—"

The words die on Baku's tongue as he sees the two boys huddled together on his couch, Sieun having pulled Suho closer as soon as the door opened.

Sieun curses and peeks his head from around Suho's shoulder. Baku is standing there with his mouth wide open, Juntae and Gotak in tow.

Gotak's hand dramatically flies over Juntae's eyes. Juntae gasps, grabbing at the arm in front of him. He pries Gotak's index and middle finger apart to watch whats unfolding in front of them.

Suho sits up from Sieun's hold and tucks them both back into their pants, making sure to keep Sieun covered the whole time. He smiles down at Sieun one last time before he's standing up, sitting Sieun up as he does.

He reaches down and picks up his forgotten jacket from the floor and drapes it over Sieun, pulls him to stand up before he buttons it up to hide the mess on Sieun's shirt. He drops an arm on Sieun's shoulder and ducks his head to whisper in his ear, "How about I take you home and show you how pretty you are?"

Sieun's eyes go wide and he looks over to his friends who are still by the door, probably the quietest they've ever been. He giggles at their faces before leaning into Suho's touch and nodding his head at him.

Suho grins, tugging Sieun closer to him as he leads them towards the three men. "Hi, been a bit since I've seen you all."

Juntae, whose eyes are now uncovered, gives Sieun thumbs up and mouths proud of you to Sieun while Suho is busy talking.

"Thanks for inviting me, birthday boy. I had a lot of fun tonight. Me and Sieun are gonna head out for the night, I'm sure we'll see each other again so soon," Suho goes on.

Gotak scoots to the side and makes space for them to pass by. "Sieun-ah, don't do anything I wouldn't do. That means do everything!" He pats both of their backs as they walk past.

Walking down the hallway, Sieun can hear when Baku isn't frozen in shock anymore.

"My couch!" He whines. "I only got her like a month ago, and now she's all dirty." Sieun laughs while he walks out to Suho's car with more pep in his step than he's ever had.

The next morning, Sieun wakes in Suho’s bed, arms wrapped around his middle. He opens his phone to a message from Baku: a picture of white splats on red fabric, followed by, tell suho he owes me a new couch.