Shipfinite

Woohyun was one to thrive off of his partner’s pleasure, so prolonging it, drawing it all out was something he did often. Sometimes it was orgasm control; he’d push Sunggyu to the very edge, then tug him right back and repeat. Other times he’d tease, going so slowly Sunggyu almost cried and shouted at him in frustration. But, after it was all over and they lay spent and panting beside each other, Sunggyu had to admit he loved it, every single torturous second.

But this was something different altogether.

It wasn’t the first time Woohyun had visited Sunggyu at work, wandering in right as his break started with that look in his eyes that Sunggyu knew all too well. He’d glanced over all the records, brushing his fingers over the stack of Stevie Wonder, then followed Sunggyu into the break room, and out to the small bathroom in the very back of the building.

It was the usual encounter, the one they’d replayed almost five times now. That was until they’d both come hard and Woohyun took the moment of complete bliss Sunggyu was floating in to tug a little pink object from the pocket of his slightly lowered jeans, and pull out of the elder, only to replace his length with the object - which Sunggyu realised after only a second was most definitely the vibrating butt plug Woohyun had bought a few weeks ago. They’d used it once, and Woohyun seemed to find great fascination in the way Sunggyu’s face contorted in pleasure at the object pressing against his prostate.

Though in that moment he hated the damn thing, knowing it was keeping Woohyun’s release inside him, and that the younger had some, presumably, sick, twisted plan.

After trying to protest and tug the thing out himself Woohyun had somehow managed to persuade Sunggyu to trust him, and let the younger have a little fun.

So now here he sits, somewhat uncomfortable and nervous in a small cafe, shifting in his seat and waiting for Woohyun to return with their drinks. Sungggyu wasn’t the least bit interested in enjoying a nice vanilla bean latte in that moment, as he usually would be. No, he was thinking about the both erotic, and terribly uncomfortable position he was now in. He’d noticed that not only had Woohyun decided to torture him by making him keep the damn thing in, he’d also brought along the little remote for the toy - which Sunggyu was very, very tempted to throw under a truck.

It’s as he stares out of the window that he feels it.

Sudden vibrations spark from the base of his spine and his eyes widen, a whimper falling from his lips as his hands ball so tightly into fists that his knuckles turn white. His teeth grit and toes curl as he tries not to make a sound, head whipping over to look at his evil boyfriend, who’s eyes were locked on him, curiosity in his expression more than anything else as he waited by the counter for their drinks. His hands are in his pockets, presumably fiddling with the level of vibrations Sunggyu’s now feeling - and very much doesn’t want to feel at that moment. .

It takes a good few seconds for the vibrations to increase, making Sunggyu’s whole body tremble, almost tearing up at the pleasure spiking through him and sending blood rushing to his cock.

He’s never waddled faster in his life then as he does then, practically throwing himself from his seat and heading straight for the bathroom at the back, where he locks the door and immediately yanks down his pants and underwear. He’s already half hard, cock standing at half-mast as he lowers a hand between his legs, one lifting to rest his foot on the lid of the toilet. Grabbing a hold of the toy he’s tempted to just yank it out and be done with the damn thing - might even flush it.

But for some reason he just can’t.

It may be that in that moment the pleasure is so mind-numbingly perfect that he thinks if it stopped he might cry. So he does the only thing he can and tugs it out, letting the cum still inside him spill out and trail down his thigh, before pressing the butt plug back in, beginning to fuck himself with the toy. He leans his head back, eyes closed and jaw slack as he gives a drawn out moan, only to then hear a hurried knock on the door.

“Gyu? Gyu c’mon lemme in. I’ll help, I’ll make up for it, please?”

No way is Sunggyu letting Woohyun in now, not when he’d just put Sunggyu through that. He’d teach him a lesson, and just let him listen. He didn’t reply, just moaning a little louder and quickening the movements of his hand, pressing the vibrating toy deeper, right against his prostate. Feeling his legs tremble beneath him he uses his free hand to wrap around his throbbing length, pumping in time with his other hand’s movements.

Soon enough he’s coming. He stills for a second, weakly moaning, then sliding down the wall to settle on the cold floor, panting. He’d not even noticed but Woohyun had been constantly pleading with the elder to open the door the whole time, but Sunggyu just laughs and drops the toy to the floor, reaching up for the toilet paper to begin cleaning himself up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” As Woohyun’s head turned he caught the playful smile on her pretty pink lips, only making him want to kiss her more - though he knew he couldn’t right here in the hallway where anyone could walk by. It elicited a genuinely pleasant smile from him though - it had been too long since he’d been this close even, but he intended to get a whole lot closer during the course of the evening.

“Are we still on for tonight?” His voice was kept low, though he was sure her group probably knew about their plans. However the slow frown forming on her face and the downward turn of the corners of her lips had his chest tightening. His brow furrowed, hand lifting slowly to ever so slightly brush his fingers over the back of the hand not still gripping his arm.

“I’m sorry, Woohyun-ah… We have to go back to the dorm right after the show.” It was something Woohyun himself knew very well - rules and curfews, he’d been kept to those throughout his years as an idol as well, and he knew he couldn’t be mad at anyone but AOA’s managers, ruining their date, even though they had no knowledge of it, or Woohyun hoped they didn’t.

He sighed softly, before an idea came to mind. It was clear Hyejeong had seen the glint in his eyes as her expression shifted to a rather more concerned one. “Please tell me you’re not thinking up some elaborate plan to steal me away under my manager’s noses.”

“Of course not, that’d be a suicide mission. No I was just thinking… We have a little time before you have to go back to your dorm… You’d just be sitting ‘round doing nothing until you get to leave, so why not make the most of it?”

If there was one thing he liked immensely about Hyejeong it was the way she understood him. He didn’t have to elaborate, or waggle his eyebrows and look her up and down to make her get the message. A slight blush blossomed on the apples of her cheeks as she averted her gaze to the floor for a moment, seemingly considering it, before biting her lip and nodding.

So taking her hand in his and peering up the hallway to check for anyone coming, he hurriedly led her off.

It wasn’t hard finding the room that always remained empty, far enough away from the dressing rooms for any noises not to be heard, and within seconds of the door closing behind them Woohyun’s lips had found Hyejeong’s, hungry and desperate. Her hands threaded into Woohyun’s hair as he pushed her towards a table, hands slipping beneath her thighs to lift her and set her on the surface, lips never leaving hers.

With shirts, pants and skirts discarded, leaving them in their underwear Woohyun’s hand slid behind her to deftly unclip her bra - a skill he’d refined quickly with the amount of times he’d unclasped the fiddly thing - then slowly slid the straps down her arms, before flicking it to the floor with the rest of their clothes. It would be hard to pick his favourite part of Hyejeong’s body - her smooth, toned thighs, her plump lips or pert little butt - but in that moment he really loved her perky little boobs which fit perfectly in the palm of his hands as he lifted them both to smooth over the soft mounds, thumbs brushing over her nipples.

He leant down seconds later, lips pressing kissing down over to her left nipple, leaving a hot open mouthed kiss over her nipple, before moving over to her right. Then returning to her lips for a soft kiss he smiled against her plush tiers, one hand lifting to cup her cheek as he savoured the moment - he really did treasure these stolen moments they spent together, since they were rarely able to do this. It wasn’t long before once again his lips were on her skin, kissing down the valley between her breasts, slowly using one hand to push her onto her back on the table, lips travelling down her tummy, reaching the hem of her cute little panties.

Finger tucking beneath the elastic he snapped it against her skin playfully, peering up with a lopsided, mischievous grin, to which Hyejeong frowned and reached down to flick his head. With a squeak and a rub to the sore spot he pouted up at her, before going straight back to tugging off the small piece of material to expose her sex. Kissing around the sensitive folds and clit he kept away from where he knew she needed him the most, purposefully teasing, as usual. Though an impatient whine had him hurrying it up, knowing they didn’t have long.

His own underwear discarded he leant down once again and slowly pressed a kiss over her clit, peering up through his lashes to watch her reaction. It only took another few kisses for him to get lost in the familiar taste and dart his tongue out between her folds, almost smiling against her sex in triumph as his actions drew an beautiful moan from her lips, her hands dropping to thread into his hair as he slowly circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then made his way down, pressing the wet muscle into her.

It wasn’t long before he too got impatient, his cock already throbbing, aroused by the taste of her mixed with the pretty sounds she was making and the insistent tugging to his hair. He leant back, tongue trailing over his lips as he dropped his gaze to her face, lust now prominent in both their eyes. With steady movements, so sure and practised he stepped closer between her legs, one hand on her inner thigh and the other slowly guiding his length to her entrance. It was with one slow thrust that he pressed into her, the sudden tight warmth sending waves of pleasure up to his brain, making his head spin for a second, both hands now gripping her thighs as he lost himself for a moment in the lewd mixture of a whimper and moan she elicited.

“Oh fuck, Woohyun-” Her voice was breathless, soft, and just the voice he loved to hear - it was something he only heard during the times they spent together like this, connected.

Beginning to roll his hips after a minute, letting her adjust, he leant down to press their lips together, giving shallow thrusts, simply enjoying the heat around his already hot length. Then, soon enough, her hips rolled back against him, and he took this as his cue to lean back, grip her hips, and give harder, deeper thrusts, gritting his teeth and directing his gaze down to the point where they connected, watching himself slide in and out of her. He was entranced for a moment, before a hand reaching out to him drew his attention away, one hand lifting to thread his fingers with hers and hold tightly as he changed angles, soon finding that spot that never failed to make her back arch and a drawn out, breathless moan of his name leave her lips, followed by short pants and half sobs.

By this point his head was spinning and she seemed to only get tighter and tighter by the second. Leaning down his dropped his forehead to her shoulder, groaning against her soft skin, kissing up the side of her neck and pressing as he deep as possible, feeling her clench around him as her thighs began to tremble, lifting to wrap around his waist and pull him deeper.

“I’m close, Hyunnie-” She gasped, head thrown back and eyes wide, before snapping shut tight, brow furrowing and mouth open wide in a silent cry as she suddenly become so impossibly tight that with just a one more thrust Woohyun was pushed over the edge, a shuddered groan, followed by a soft gasp of her name left his thick lips.

They remained like that for a minute, getting their breath back and letting it all sink in, before Woohyun lifted himself from where his chest lay pressed against her chest and propped himself up on his forearms either side of her, one hand shifting to brush a stray strand of her hair from her face as he gazed down at her. “That was...Wow.” Voice quiet, almost inaudible, it was just loud enough to be heard by only them.

“Yeah..Very wow.” She replied with a broken laugh. “You’re amazing.”

“Me? No way, you’re the star that lights up my nights!”

Sunggyu really couldn’t deny that, and he couldn’t ignore the look of pure ecstasy on the younger’s face. It was times like these, when Woohyun was relaxed, and happy, that Sunggyu felt like all the hard work was worth it. Seeing fans with the same bright expressions tell them how much the seven men meant to them - all the happiness their hard work brought in the end was worth it.

Soon enough night fell and Sunggyu played with the idea of heading back to the hotel, though the idea was incredibly unpleasant as he realised they really hadn’t seen all they could. However Woohyun had other ideas.

“No way are we going back yet, hyung. You’re allowed a little leniency, and since I’m with you, they’ll know I’m fine. Just let loose a little.” Woohyun didn’t want to throw away the last few hours they had of freedom in the big city for an evening spent cooped up in their hotel, entertaining themselves with technology or books. So, with puppy eyes and tugs to Sunggyu’s hand he finally got what he wanted.

The club was packed - bodies pushed together on the dance floor, neon lighting piercing through the darkness as the ground vibrated along with the beat of the music. It wasn’t Sunggyu’s usual scene, but for Woohyun this was almost second nature. He melted into the atmosphere like a fish taking to water. His hands tugged at the elder vocal, coaxing him into the sea of swaying and bouncing bodies, before he was successful in pulling him flush against his body. In here, in the darkness of the club, with the air thick around them, hot with lust, desire, youth, they were nobodies, faceless, nameless people among the mass of bodies surrounding them. With no fear of being sighted in here, no worries about scandals or sneaky pictures they were able to let go of it all and enjoy each other the way they were so rarely able to do.

Woohyun’s arms found their way around Sunggyu’s neck, while Sunggyu wound tight around Woohyun’s middle, they pressed close and let the lights, the music, the entire intense feel of the club seep into their bones, permeating their senses until they were almost drunk off nothing but the atmosphere itself. Yet, it wasn’t quite enough for them.

Shot, after shot, after fancy glowing drink with a tiny umbrella, which Woohyun insisted on wearing tucked over his ear, then demanding Sunggyu do the same. The world felt so much fuzzier, pleasant warmth circulating their bodies as they stumbled back to the dance floor, hands fumbling over each other’s bodies with short giggles, before lips for lips and everything else disappeared.

It was always like this when they kissed - nothing else mattered. Woohyun’s short fingers threaded into Sunggyu’s already messy hair, gripping at the roots as Sunggyu’s hands gripped Woohyun’s hips, his thinner, prettier fingers dipping beneath the hem of the younger’s shirt to ghost over his heated skin. Woohyun always felt like he could just live off Sunggyu’s kisses, like there was nothing else he needed in the world. Not food, nor water, or even oxygen; only Sunggyu and he perfect lips.

Neither remembered how they’d managed to find their way out of the club and hailed a taxi, but finding themselves in the back, on their way back to their hotel (which Sunggyu would surely pat himself on the back for remembering the name of the next day), they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Woohyun’s hands once again buried within the elders hair, his lips trailing over the side of his neck placing hot, open mouthed kisses over the pale skin, and forgetting, in his drunken state, that he wasn’t meant to mark Sunggyu anywhere above the collar, bit down and sucked hard, breaking away after grazing his teeth and tongue over the spot to admire the quickly darkening bruise he’d made - Woohyun was always pleased when Sunggyu let him mark him; he loved to see the evidence of their time together all over his lover, and even in the state he was in, it brought the same satisfaction it usually did.

But Sunggyu’s hands too did their fair share of moving, smoothing over the small of Woohyun’s back, then slipping under his shirt and moving to the front of his pants. Had he not had all the liquor coursing through his system he’d have noticed just how reckless the idea was before he’d shoved his hand down the front of Woohyun’s pants, smoothing over the clothed bulge only for a minute, before passing the final layer of fabric to curl his slender fingers around Woohyun’s length. Thanks to the alcohol Woohyun realised, in drunken fuzziness, that he was far more sensitive than usual, his cock already throbbing in Sunggyu’s hand as he gave the younger’s length slow strokes. Woohyun, finding Sunggyu’s lips once more moaned into his mouth and shifted his hips up slightly, trying to get Sunggyu to move his hand faster. Knowing that the taxi driver could most likely both see and hear them only made it all the more exciting, the kisses and touches all the more desperate.

But much to Woohyun’s embarrassment, even with the liquor to make it seem a lot less pathetic than it actually was, he found himself coming into Sunggyu’s hand only minutes after he gave the first stroke. Had his cheeks not already been flushed by the alcohol, he’d be turning bright red at the realisation of what had just happened.

He didn’t have long to dwell on it though as the taxi stopped outside the front of their hotel. Wiping his hand on the inside of Woohyun’s underwear as he tugged his hand out he turned to peer out of the window hurriedly, giving a slurred, incoherent mumble at the sight of the lingering fans outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of any of them going in or out, then turned back to the driver. It was the only indication Woohyun was able to take in that Sunggyu wasn’t really as drunk as him, as the elder asked the driver in slurred, broken English if he could go round the back.

It was mere minutes before they reached the back entrance of the hotel, Sunggyu shoving a wad of notes into the driver’s hand, leaving it to the man to count it out, then return a couple to Sunggyu - he could have kept them, lied about the amount, but he pitied the drunken, horny men somewhat, and felt a rare wave of compassion overtake him. Shooing them out with a half smile, the driver sped off, instantly getting lost among the other cars on the street. Somehow they managed to reach Sunggyu’s hotel room without being stopped by anyone, not even a manager. Luck seemed to be on their side as they fell into the hotel room, impatient and terribly heated, hands roaming over each other and tugging all articles of clothing off clumsily, leaving the small hallway that the little en suite bathroom led off of before the main room littered with everything from shirts to socks.

Woohyun’s head was thrown back as he was pressed down onto the mattress, Sunggyu’s lips on his jawline, hands sliding down over his bare chest as he used his knees to spread Woohyun’s legs and fit himself between them. As the more drunk of the two Woohyun was clumsy in his gripping of Sunggyu’s hair, lifting his legs either side of the elder and ramming a knee into Sunggyu’s hip as he did so, eliciting a pained groan from the elder and a stern frown. “Stop moving.” The breathless command had Woohyun laying limp below Sunggyu in a split second, letting the elder shove his legs further apart as he reached over to the nightstand. The first finger was a blur in which Woohyun only remembered whining for Sunggyu to hurry it up, shifting his hips and pressing back against the single digit. It was only with the stretch of the second that his head cleared of some fuzziness to make room for the slow breaching pleasure creeping up inside him. A small moan left his lips as he tilted his head back, exposing his neck to Sunggyu, who just couldn’t resist leaning down and biting and licking at the smooth, sun-kissed flesh, unlike his own pale skin, fingers still working inside the younger.

But soon even those two fingers weren’t enough for Woohyun and he was pressing back once again, giving soft whines and insistent rolls of his hips upward. “Please Gyu… Just fuck me already.”

He didn’t have to ask twice.

If asked later he’d not remember watching as Sunggyu slicked up his length, stroking the lube over his cock and running his thumb over the head, hissing and closing his eyes at the feeling for a moment as he Woohyun kept himself propped up on his forearms behind him. But in that moment he definitely enjoyed the show, before he was shoved down onto his back once again, Sunggyu shifting over him, one hand guiding the head of his length to Woohyun’s entrance.

He slid in in one slow roll of his hips, drawing an immediate groan from Woohyun, head once again leant back and eyes scrunched closed at the mixture of pleasure and pain. He was familiar with the stretch, familiar with Sunggyu’s impressive size, but every time felt like the first, the stretch just as stinging, the size just as breathtaking. “Fuck…” Breathing slow and steady he lifted his head to capture Sunggyu’s lips with his own.

And then Sunggyu began to move.

It was slow at first, soft rolls and rocks of his hips forward, moving against Woohyun carefully - too carefully for a tipsy, somewhat uncoordinated (especially while drunk) man. But he was careful with Woohyun, like every time apart from the ones where they were desperate, too needy to play nice, when there was hair pulling and vulgar words thrown about. So he started off slow, kissing Woohyun gently, tongue dancing over the younger’s.

Until the pace increased and Woohyun gave a breathless moan into the elder’s mouth, biting on his plump lower lip and rolling his hips back against Sunggyu’s. He hoped he’d remember every second the next day, if he remembered anything from that night, he wanted to remember the pleasure he felt in that moment, the feeling of being connected so intimately with Sunggyu, the feeling of Sunggyu thrusting hard into him and coming so very close to that spot that made him arch and cry out.

It wasn’t long before Sunggyu found it too - he knew Woohyun’s body almost as well as Woohyun did, maybe even better sometimes. Ramming into Woohyun’s prostate Woohyun knew he was watching his facial expression, even when the younger has his eyes closed and jaw slack, a silent cry at first passing his lips, before falling off into a whimper of Sunggyu’s name, almost sobbing at the intensity of it all.

Nails dug into the elder’s back, painting red tracks down his skin as Woohyun neared his peak, the coil in the pit of his stomach tightening with every thrust, the frequency of his moans increasing every few seconds. “God- Gyu I’m so close, fuck!” Burying his face in the side of Sunggyu’s neck the elder gritted his teeth and reached down to lift one of Woohyun’s legs round his waist to hit even deeper as he felt his own climax approaching.

And then Woohyun was coming hard, painting their chests white and tightening around Sunggyu, who gave a few more erratic thrusts before stilling, buried deep within the younger, hips stuttering, before spilling himself into him. He held himself here for a second, before slowly collapsed against Woohyun’s chest, letting his weight fall on him - not that Woohyun minded. He loved when Sunggyu was pressed against him to the point he almost couldn’t breathe - the aftermath was always amazing, when their laboured breathing mingled in the suddenly so very quiet air around them.

The exertion had banished most of the tipsiness from both their minds, and as Sunggyu turned his head to gaze at his lover he smiled as genuinely content smile, a hand lifting to brush the sweat drenched strands of Woohyun’s hair from his forehead, fingers gently carding through the thicks locks.

“I love you..” He murmured, Woohyun’s eyes opening slowly a second later as a smile grew on his lips.

“I love you too, Gyu.” His head turned, eyes locking on Sunggyu’s, before he tilted his head to press his lips softly against the elder’s, letting the chaste kiss linger.

“Have you ever thought of adoption?” Sunggyu’s voice was muffled by Woohyun’s shoulder, but the Alpha heard him clearly. Woohyun’s arms tightened around his Omega’s waist. 

“Yes.” he breathed, “I’ve thought of how amazingly cute you’d look as a Mother.”

Sunggyu hummed, “You’d make a  good father.”

“Let’s look into it tomorrow.” 

Woohyun leaned back and pressed a kiss against his Omega’s lips, feeling his heart beat pleasantly against his chest  at the thought of a family with Sunggyu. Sunggyu shifted on his lap and slid his arms around his Alpha’s shoulders, deepening the kiss and causing another type of warmth to spread throughout Woohyun. His hands gripped the other’s hips as he rolled against Sunggyu - causing his Omega to gasp. 

“Woohyun.” he breathed, lashes fluttering. Woohyun growled lightly and rolled his already naked lover onto the bed, and slid back inside him. A moan left Sunggyu’s lips, legs moving to wrap around Woohyun’s in a tight grip. The Alpha then rocked against his Omega slowly, enjoying the way his lover was always so ready for him, always so needy for his cock. Another moan, and Woohyun knew he hit his Omega’s prostate. 

Nails dug into the Alpha’s shoulder’s as Woohyun picked up pace, movements now swift and controlled as he worked towards making his mate feel good. 

Sunggyu’s moans soon raised in pitch, holding himself to Woohyun tightly as he reached his climax; and Woohyun found himself following soon after, Sunggyu’s clenching around his cock making it almost impossible not to cum. 

After, he collapsed on his Omega, and kissed the scar on his shoulder. 

“I love you.” he breathed.