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And he hated more that Myungsoo was taken.

Myungsoo has a habit, Sunggyu’s realized, of saying rather suggestive things and not thinking anything of it. Probably because he’s got a girlfriend and he thinks he’s immune to the sexual tension the comments he makes produces, which is true – it prevents anyone from acting on it because at the back of their minds they’re thinking Soojung, Soojung, Soojung, which is apparently what Krystal prefers to be called. Or at least prefers Myungsoo to call her, which is the same with him – he tells her to call him by his proper Korean name, and not “L”. Sunggyu guesses it would sound too impersonal the other way, and totally not intimate at all, and boy are they intimate. Myungsoo’s a touchy person: a statement of the obvious, evidenced by the many times he’s laid his wandering hands and arms on another member, and Sunggyu can’t help but beat himself up a little over not treasuring those enough. Or acting on those when he could’ve without feeling guilty about perhaps stepping over the line a little. The leader remembers that when they all found out that Myungsoo has successfully nabbed himself a girlfriend, from there on in, everyone avoided Myungsoo and skinship like the plague – none of them touched him voluntarily unless it was to guide him off stage, and when he was the one doing the touching everyone looked highly uncomfortable. Sunggyu can’t blame anybody; it was just how it was. But he secretly lives for those moments Myungsoo would hold him again in his arms in bursts of affection. It’s the most he could get from the second youngest of the group, and he’s a little ashamed to say that it gave him some hope that each time Myungsoo’s hand would rub against his thigh – whether by accident or otherwise – that maybe his relationship with Soojung wasn’t going so well and he was falling back to his members. And, preferably, just him: Sunggyu. He knows he says it like he and Myungsoo has had some past fling and they haven’t, but he could very well say that his physical relationship with the guy was far beyond anyone else’s with whom he did share one, like Sungjong. It was because when they were alone, Myungsoo’s hands tended to wander a little. Sunggyu doesn’t know if Myungsoo knows this but they do, but the expressions he wears that always accompanies the action never did reveal a thing about his intentions.

That being said, he never got far. It wasn’t like he had his hands down Sunggyu’s pants and was squeezing the leader’s dick, but if Sunggyu didn’t intercept, he guessed that would be what would have happened. Like that one time Myungsoo sat with him on his bed and Sunggyu was lying beside him, both of them scrolling through their mentions on Twitter and gossiping. They were chatting away as per normal, but then the conversation died and they were both just sitting and lying there. Whether Myungsoo was still going through the raunchier of the mentions, Sunggyu didn’t know, but soon his hand had found the flat pane of Sunggyu’s stomach – the leader’s shirt had ridden up, exposing it – and it was like he was trying to memorize each inch of bare skin there, slowly running his fingers across Sunggyu’s navel, and occasionally his fingertips would bump against the waistband of Sunggyu’s sweatpants. That little bit of contact had ignited something in Sunggyu and he’d glanced at Myungsoo and gotten nothing in return. The younger always had that tendency to just space out while he was doing things so Sunggyu had taken this as another one of those times. Maybe he doesn’t know what he’s doingSunggyu had thought, and so he’d ignored it. But then Myungsoo’s fingers were ghosting over the fabric of his sweats, right near his crotch and Sunggyu sat up with a cough, almost dropping his phone in the process.

“Oh, you’re back?” Sunggyu turns from where he is, standing in front of the kitchen sink. Oddly enough he’s wearing the same grey sweats and that “ugly” white t-shirt that’s got coffee stains all over it. The view from the window isn’t anything interesting but Sunggyu pretends to be fixated by the rooftops of the other buildings, sipping at the dregs of his instant coffee. Today was the kind of day that anyone else would’ve found a waste of time to stay indoors – the sky didn’t have a cloud in sight and the sun was bright and fat but not causing a literal hell on Earth with its heat. It’s why Sunggyu’s alone and it’s only eleven thirty am, because everyone else had found the motivation to bring themselves outdoors. He’s sure Sungyeol and Sungjong are squabbling and shopping somewhere, probably with Woohyun and Dongwoo in tow, though as fashion-forward as Woohyun claims to be he’s probably more focused on getting the attention of the females in the mall than anything else. Probably by punching Dongwoo a lot in the stomach and making loud jokes. Hoya’s got that interview about Reply 1997, the only one of them with an actual schedule.

“Yeah,” Myungsoo drops his bag by the door and approaches Sunggyu. He looks more rumpled than usual but Sunggyu’s come to realize that’s how he looks best. “The script-reading wasn’t actually a script-reading at all. They just told us to scan the pages to see if they’d misprinted any, and then someone came in, and everything went…,” he made a gesture that told Sunggyu that people got distracted and off track and Sunggyu laughs.

“I see,” he says. He’s secretly, extremely proud of Myungsoo’s acting career. While Sunggyu’s got that cameo going for him, he doesn’t think he has much more. He’s not the acting type, he thinks, but he’s had a taste now and he knows what it’s like. “Well, at least you’re home. Someone to keep me company,”

He’s turned back to the sink and Myungsoo nods. He can smell the coffee off Sunggyu, but whether it’s from his shirt or his cup, he doesn’t know. Either way it smells slightly burnt and absolutely great. Myungsoo knows he can’t tell Sunggyu, but he’s always loved the way the leader smelled. He had that sort of smell that intoxicated you in small doses, pulling you in, wanting you close. If you wanted to smell more you had to be right up against his skin and even then it didn’t seem like close enough. Myungsoo knows, because Myungsoo’s tried. He doesn’t know if Sunggyu remembers, but when the older man fell asleep on him once, in his lap, Myungsoo had leapt at the opportunity to finally let himself succumb to the Sunggyu scent. He knew it had been a dangerous move, especially with the others lurking around the dorm, but he’d leaned down and he’d kissed the neck that was all exposed before him… and luckily for him, Sunggyu hadn’t budged. And okay, he’d done a little more than just kiss: he’d run the tip of nose up and down a strip of skin, not letting his eyes close, taking in every bit he could of Sunggyu that he could only see up this close. Seeing those lips parted as he breathed in repose, Myungsoo had wanted to kiss them, just once, just to see what his lips tasted like, but he hadn’t. If he was to taste them, he wanted Sunggyu to be awake.

“Sunggyu hyung…,” Myungsoo whispers. He’s unable to help himself as he presses his tongue in a soft lick against Sunggyu’s neck, relishing how tender it is, and he almost gets lost in it. He lets his eyes fall closed, finally, and he can feel his pants tighten as one of his hands begin to wander down the older’s torso, annoyed he’s wearing so much, but it’s cold after all, and Sunggyu can’t brave that. And then Myungsoo can’t help it, no, especially not after his hands have found the delicious bump of Sunggyu’s hipbone, not after his fingers have followed that small, almost untraceable little line that leads straight into Sunggyu’s pants, and he begins to suck a little on that neck. He can’t describe the taste as anything but Sunggyu, and he struggles to keep from slipping his hands further into those pants, but he wants to jack Sunggyu off, he wants to wake him by giving him that sort of pleasure, but he knows he can’t. He gets sort of carried away nevertheless, and he’s still surprised to this day that Sunggyu never woke during it, but Myungsoo’s hands had gotten a good feel of his thighs and he’d kissed down his neck and along his collarbone, rolling his shirts down a little to get at small patches of his chest, and the next day when Myungsoo sees the tiny red mark on Sunggyu’s neck that everyone else passes off as a bug bite, he smiles.

“Where’ve the others gone?” Myungsoo asks as Sunggyu rinses his cup out. He doesn’t usually do this and it surprises Myungsoo a little bit. He sets the cup upside down on the rack to let it drip dry and he turns to face Myungsoo. He’s closer than he’d previously thought and Sunggyu’s heart skips a beat.

“Shopping,” he sighs, as if shopping was the most tedious activity ever. “They took a cab out an hour ago and already Sungyeol’s sent me a photo of something really lame,”

Myungsoo laughs, a low rumble of a sound that makes the tips of Sunggyu’s ears turn red.

“As always. Give them another twenty and they’ll send you a photo of Dongwoo embarrassing himself in front of a crowd,”

“Most probably,” a sigh, then Sunggyu turns away. He knows if he stays that close face to face with Myungsoo he won’t be able to hold back much longer. It’s a cue for Myungsoo to take a step back, but he doesn’t take it, and Sunggyu wonders why he can’t bring himself to put distance between them.

There’s an uncomfortable silence and Myungsoo looks down at the floor. Sunggyu asks, “how’s Krystal?” because he feels awkward calling her Soojung.

“She’s alright,” comes the answer. Myungsoo sounds a little bit exasperated and Sunggyu’s hope soar faster than the rising prices at their favourite pastry shop. “I mean, she’s not really at her phone much, and she hasn’t got many schedules at the moment. I don’t know what she’s doing and it irks me,”

“Ah,” Sunggyu shrugs, not knowing what to say. Myungsoo mirrors the gesture.

“It’s okay,” he reassures. “I’m not looking for some comfort. Just telling it like it is,”

“I’m sorry anyway,” Sunggyu begins slowly. “But you know this was how it was going to be when you got into the relationship,” he’s guessing the puppy-love chemistry that’s present at the beginning of every relationship has disappeared and Myungsoo’s finally feeling the grind of reality, that they can’t see each other much at all. Not like us Sunggyu can’t help but think. We can see each other all the time.

“Nothing can be done,” Myungsoo responds hastily, and his tone clearly indicates that the topic was not to be continued.

“Did you want anything to eat?” Sunggyu pipes up almost instantly. “I was about to fix myself brunch,”

“You just got up?”

“Got up, yeah, but I woke up earlier. I was just lounging around in bed,”

“We could do that,”

“Do what?”

“Lounge around in bed,” Myungsoo’s looking at Sunggyu with the same intensity as he always does, which betrays his real intentions, and Sunggyu for the umpteenth time can’t help but think about how unfortunate and unfair this is.

“Nah, you can,” it takes a lot in him to say this but Sunggyu manages it and succeeds in making it sound nonchalant and not at all pained. “I’m done with it,”

Myungsoo’s shoulders tense up, like he wants to say but, but… he doesn’t. Instead he just stays there, watching Sunggyu, his eyes focussed, so Sunggyu can tell he hasn’t just zoned out again. The older man hates this with every cell in his body, more than anything else in the world that he can’t act on what he’s feeling, and he’s certain now that Myungsoo knows. He knows exactly what he does to Sunggyu.

“Come on,” Myungsoo urges quietly. He moves towards Sunggyu and puts an arm around his waist, angling his face near the leader’s so his gaze can’t be avoided. “Nobody’s around,”

For a moment Sunggyu wonders if he’s just imagining things, if he’s really just asleep and dreaming, and the others are still around, getting ready. Hell, he wouldn’t put it past himself to have a wet dream about Myungsoo, not if this was how it went down, with Myungsoo taking hold of his hips as he takes a few steps so he’s behind Sunggyu. His hands don’t move but his crotch does, and his fingers give Sunggyu a light squeeze as he presses the tent in his pants to Sunggyu’s ass.

A sharp breath escapes Sunggyu’s lips and he grips the edge of the sink with whitening knuckles but he doesn’t dare look back, just keeps staring at the rooftops. It’s so quiet that all he can hear is the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional dripping sounds as his mug dries. Nobody moves, not even Myungsoo, but then Sunggyu feels the younger boy slide his cock up and down between his butt cheeks and he lets himself enjoy it for a couple of seconds, dropping his head forward to stare at the small pool of water at the bottom of the sink. He groans, the heat building up in his own sweats, and when Myungsoo kisses his neck and Sunggyu feels his teeth, he knows this isn’t a dream anymore.

“W-wait,” Sunggyu turns around before Myungsoo can stop him from doing so. “What are you doing? You’re—,”

“Taken?” Myungsoo finishes for him. He’s put his hands on Sunggyu again, and this time his eyes have taken on that hungry look Sunggyu’s seen him wear around Sungyeol and Sungjong. “Yeah, well, you know that saying…,” he leans in again and he nibbles at the edge of Sunggyu’s jaw. “…it’s not a crime unless you’re caught,”

Move! Sunggyu’s mind is screaming. But his body isn’t co-operating. Sunggyu has always looked down on cheating. He doesn’t like it, not one bit. He’s an upright guy. But he also knows he can’t say no – it’s impossible to say no to the way Myungsoo’s breath is tickling his cheek as he lets his lips linger near Sunggyu’s, and then they’re kissing.

Having wanted this for the longest time, or what felt like it anyway, Myungsoo doesn’t constrain himself anymore. With a grunt, he pushes his entire body against Sunggyu’s, one arm locked around the older’s waist, the other hand running through his hair as he angles his face to make the fit of their lips perfect together. He can tell Sunggyu’s still hesitant so he persuades him with a grind of his bulge against the other’s, and this pulls a long, helpless groan from Sunggyu, one that tells Myungsoo he’s victorious.

“Jesus,” Sunggyu breathes eventually. “Fine, fine just— just…,”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, and he doesn’t have to: Myungsoo pulls him away and pushes him back against the old mattress they’d dragged out into the middle of the room to serve as a secondary, makeshift couch because Sungyeol somehow always takes up too much space. And though it’s just the ceiling above him Sunggyu feels like he’s seeing much more than that as Myungsoo’s mouth touches his clothed erection.

The visual doesn’t hold back.

They’re both stripped bare in no time, their clothes a mess around the mattress and Sunggyu’s not sure who is groaning – they’re both so loud – when they kiss again. Myungsoo’s mouth leaves his and Sunggyu can’t help but close his eyes and whimper as the younger boy ravages his body with his tongue, kissing along his collarbone, kissing over the same spots he did that other time, groaning in appreciation as his nose picks up every note of Sunggyu’s scent. He still smells like coffee but he smells like other things too, like fresh tissues and the conditioner he uses for his hair. Then there’s something Myungsoo can’t quite place, a musky sort of smell, but it doesn’t matter what it is, because it smells perfect. His every movement is feverish and Sunggyu’s glad to know the other man’s clearly wanted this for a long time in a moment of clarity. There’s a lot of teeth as they taste each other again, the touching heavy. Sunggyu’s hands don’t miss any part of Myungsoo’s body and he wonders if they’re just going to suck each other off in the end, but then Myungsoo’s passed his cock over Sunggyu’s entrance and the older jolts upright, startled.

“Relax,” Myungsoo chuckles, and he manages to nudge Sunggyu back again. Neither of them have ever done this before – with a guy or a girl – so they’re inexperienced either way. Sunggyu’s unsure as to whether he should be allowing a man three years his junior to be the first one screwing him, hell, screwing him at all, but there’s something overpowering about the way Myungsoo’s straddling him and the leader relents.

Myungsoo tries his best to look as if he knows exactly what he’s doing so Sunggyu doesn’t become vexed about it, coating his fingers with the lube he had been keeping in his back pocket in anticipation of this happening. When he’s slid a finger into his partner, though, he doesn’t give him time to adjust to the intrusion; because he knows the more time he gives Sunggyu to worry the more likely he’d want to stop. Sunggyu’s eyebrows are furrowed and he looks pained, but something in his moans tells Myungsoo it’s not too unbearable, and when Sunggyu feels a little more relaxed and the sounds he makes are easier on the ear, Myungsoo adds another finger.

He goes by instinct, scissoring his fingers, still afraid though Sunggyu’s telling him more, more and shifting about on the bed like he just can’t get enough. The head of Myungsoo’s cock is slick with precum and he can already gauge by how his fingers feel how tight it’s going to be inside his leader, so when he finally takes his fingers away and positions himself right, he can hardly contain himself.

“Just relax,” he says again, his enviably deep voice tickling Sunggyu’s ears as Myungsoo presses his face into the elder’s hair. It’s weird, he thinks, that he’s doing this when the other is older, but he also knows age isn’t exactly the deciding factor. And when he pushes the tip of his dick into the other and feels those walls give way for him, the feeling is so great Myungsoo can’t help but groan loud and unrestrained into Sunggyu’s ear, and he’s not even fully in.

“Jesus…,” Sunggyu says for the second time, but this time he sounds strained and Myungsoo lifts his head to get a look at him, and he’s sweating, really sweating, the vein in his neck popping out, just as it did when he sung. “Oh God, Myungsoo…,”

And that’s all Myungsoo needs. He clenches his teeth as he braces himself on Sunggyu’s shoulders, nails digging in as he thrusts forward, just once, the lube making the whole thing much smoother than Myungsoo guessed it would’ve been. The sheets drag beneath the movement and when Myungsoo’s length is entirely sheathed they both can’t quite catch their breath. Then the younger begins to move, and Sunggyu can still find it in himself to find this whole situation kind of unbelievable, but what’s more fantastic is the way Myungsoo is working his hips. He’s angled his cock so Sunggyu can really feel him, and soon his hands have fallen to grip Sunggyu’s waist to keep him from budging too much against the mattress, finding a position that he finds prompts the loudest moans from his lover. The revelation that Sunggyu likes it most when Myungsoo’s angled this way is soon followed by the fact that the older obviously likes it hard and fast, but then again, who doesn’t? Myungsoo’s vision is clouding and he knows he’s close, but he doesn’t want to give Sunggyu the satisfaction of feeling him come first, so he slows his pace down just a tad as he strokes Sunggyu off, his hand hurting a little as he does it with harsh strokes that are unrelenting and which don’t stop even when the white shoots out onto Sunggyu’s stomach. Myungsoo’s surprisingly patient and he waits till every last drop has been squeezed out from Sunggyu’s cock, and when that’s finally done, Myungsoo doesn’t even wait for Sunggyu to catch his breath. He picks up where he left off with his thrusts, slamming into Sunggyu with groans and grunts that fill the room – no, the entire dorm, and Sunggyu can’t really do anything except bear the full brunt of Myungsoo’s cock gliding in and out of him, matching the intensity of Myungsoo’s noises with his own, except his sound more like whimpers than the growls that are coming out from the visual’s mouth.

Of course it doesn’t take long for Myungsoo to fill Sunggyu with his own load, and the sensation of it makes Sunggyu arch off the mattress, and when the younger of the two pulls out the substance trails down his thigh and it makes Sunggyu’s eye roll back in pleasure somehow. He thinks to himself that it’s crazy how something so simple and random can feel so good, but he doesn’t question why, because it’s incredible and Sunggyu doesn’t care about anything else. Everything’s perfect and when Myungsoo kisses him again it’s even better, better than perfect, though theoretically he knows nothing exists above perfection.

“Perfect,” Myungsoo intones as if he’s reading Sunggyu’s mind. “You’re just perfect,”