#onn

(y/n) stood just off the side, trying his best to focus on his clipboard. But his hands had gone still the moment Jihwan’s solo began.

That dance break.

The way his shirt clung to his sweat-damp chest. The sharp pop of his hips. The slick drag of his fingers across his tongue before he rolled them down his body.

It was too much. Too deliberate. And then he locked eyes with (y/n) during the final pose and smirked. Like he knew.

Fifteen minutes later, (y/n) found himself pressed into a dark backstage corner, heat still prickling across his cheeks. Between a locked storage room door and a stack of black stage crates, Jihwan stood in front of him, towel over his neck and a half-finished water bottle in hand.

“You were watching me pretty closely,” Jihwan murmured, voice low and amused. His lips were still pink and swollen from the stage.

“I was just doing my job,” (y/n) mumbled, trying to look anywhere else. His voice betrayed him, thin and dry.

Jihwan leaned in a little closer. “Oh? Because it looked more like you were imagining things. Dirty things.”

He took a sip of water, then let the bottle fall from his fingers, forgotten. “Should I be flattered or show you what it’s like up close?”

Before (y/n) could process that, Jihwan’s mouth was on his. Hot and fast. A kiss that tasted like peppermint and adrenaline. Jihwan’s hands came down on his waist, strong fingers curling through the fabric of his shirt to pin him back.

“I saw how red your ears got when I licked my fingers,” he whispered, lips brushing over (y/n)’s jaw, warm and teasing. “You’re so easy to read, hyung. It’s cute.”

“Jihwan.. Someone could see..” (y/n) started, breath catching.

“Let them,” Jihwan growled. “You like it when I dance dirty, don’t you?”

He didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he spun (y/n) around so his front hit the wall, hands braced flat against the cool surface. Jihwan pressed in behind him, his cock already hard and firm against the curve of (y/n)’s ass.

“God,” he groaned, grinding slightly, just enough to make his point. “You drive me crazy.”

His hand snuck beneath (y/n)’s waistband, fingers wrapping around his cock like it belonged to him. (y/n) gasped, hips jerking forward.

“No holding back,” Jihwan whispered into his ear. “I want to hear everything.”

His pace was maddening, slow strokes with just enough pressure to keep (y/n) on edge. The other hand moved lower, tugging at the waistband, pushing it down until his fingers found bare skin. He didn’t hesitate. Spit-slicked fingers teased at (y/n)’s hole, slipping one inside, then another, working him open with practiced skill.

“I was thinking about this,” he breathed. “The way you’d squirm. Beg. Maybe even cry if I take my time.”

(y/n) whimpered, head falling forward. “Jihwan, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

That was all it took.

Jihwan pushed in with one steady stroke, deep and smooth, stretching him wide. They both moaned at the contact, Jihwan’s breath catching as he bottomed out.

He didn’t wait long. His hips set a punishing rhythm, driving into him again and again, hands gripping his waist to keep him steady. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the enclosed space, masked only slightly by the hum of backstage equipment.

“Look at you,” Jihwan panted. “Already falling apart. You feel so good around me.”

Each thrust hit deeper, harder, making (y/n)’s legs tremble. The teasing was gone now. This was pure need.

“You want me to cum inside you? Fill you up like you were made for it?”

“Jihwan!”

With a final groan, Jihwan slammed into him one last time and came, hips jerking with every pulse. (y/n) followed soon after, crying out as he spilled into his own hand, body twitching from the release.

Silence settled between them, broken only by their heavy breathing.

Then, Jihwan leaned in and kissed the back of (y/n)’s neck, soft and lingering.

“I’ll be thinking about that every time I dance now,” he whispered, smiling against the skin. “Hope you’ll be watching closely again, hyung.”