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Myungsoo’s brooding, so Sunggyu slips in bed beside him. At first, he’s just sitting on the covers and Myungsoo’s under them, his back to Sunggyu, a decidedly cute mound beneath white blanket. Sunggyu doesn’t know what it’s all about, but he’s ready to assume it’s about some ex, long ago. Or maybe someone had stretched his patience earlier in the day, which isn’t as hard a feat as anybody realizes: Myungsoo’s still the second youngest, and he still has a temper. He’s just very competent with controlling himself. But he has his days and this is one of them, and nobody can make him feel better but Sunggyu.

Well… not really Sunggyu thinks as he lays a hand lightly on what he knows is Myungsoo’s shoulder. Contrary to popular belief amongst the boys, he doesn’t make Myungsoo feel better per se: he helps him forget. And then the feeling better comes afterward. Everyone has a hunch about what Sunggyu actually does but nobody’s ever really confirmed it: the possibility that their perception of the truth might be correct acts as a constant deterrence because nobody really wants to know when somebody’s just been laid, right there in the dorm. They’re close, but discussions about their sex lives are still things that don’t go beyond a ten word conversation. Working on a need-to-know basis, they only tell if they’re asked, and even when they’re questioned about that mysterious smile that keeps appearing on their faces or that conspicuous bruise below their ear, all that’s needed is an affirmative look – details are unnecessary. Revealing too much often resulted in a dampened group mentality. It’s a guy thing – jealousy tends to brew when one man is somehow fitting someone who would provide them physical or emotional attention amongst their schedules, and the others can’t.

Of course for Sunggyu, doing that is easy what with said person being Myungsoo.

Words are never really needed between the two when they’re together: body language is always more than sufficient, but it’s not Sunggyu’s style to just go straight for it. He has more patience and is classier than that. He doesn’t just want to be a fuck buddy, but also a confidante, one who provides more than physical comfort and sexual relief. He likes Myungsoo perhaps more than Myungsoo likes him, which is why he goes that extra mile, but there’s no rush in his subtle enticing of Myungsoo’s heart, because he knows he has plenty of time and a lot of leverage. Pair those together, Sunggyu muses, and he’s got a shortcut to success. As far as he knows (and he knows a lot), Myungsoo doesn’t really have a love life. Sunggyu can relate. Their lives are filled with brief flirtations that never mature past glances in a hallway or brushes of hands backstage. With the constant arrival of fresh, younger faces, it’s hard to keep your tabs on the ones you like.

“L,” Sunggyu beckons, squeezing Myungsoo’s shoulder. And when he doesn’t respond, he tries with a soft “Myungsoo” and the boy shifts but doesn’t emerge from beneath the blanket. Not stubborn, but in a mentally dormant state, so Sunggyu gives a small tug on the blanket and kisses the tip of Myungsoo’s ear when it’s uncovered, and it flushes a light, embarrassed pink as it always does. The colour reaches Myungsoo’s cheeks too, but whether it’s because it’s unseasonably warm in the room or it’s because of Sunggyu’s touch, neither of them know.

“You’ll be okay…,” Sunggyu’s voice tapers off into a whisper as he brushes the short strands of hair free from where it is pressed to Myungsoo’s temple, laying a kiss there too. He begins like this: slow, barely-there kisses with minimal touching, until Myungsoo relents and begins to return the kisses. But even then their foreplay is slow, and one might almost call it lazy: but for them, the whole process is a very serious one. For them it isn’t fucking, but they wouldn’t call it making love either, though the latter is probably what it’s closer to. Not that the kinkiness of otherwise of the sex is a classifying factor as to deciding whether a couple is fucking or making love,  but vastly different images are evoked by either word, and Sunggyu prefers to think that he’s not just screwing Myungsoo. That much is evident through the way he touches Myungsoo all over from the outside of his clothes first, not desperate to feel the heat of their skin touching. And Myungsoo’s not anxious to get to it either: because he’s the one in a mood, he lags with running his fingers down Sunggyu’s arm, and Sunggyu’s okay with how still he is. Despite how he is normally, he isn’t finicky, and he’s the one who undresses them both, and there’s an intense rush of body heat unfurling against Sunggyu’s own bare skin when he finally gets his own shirt off. It’s this feverish heat that Sunggyu thrives on and their bodies meet with a groan from Myungsoo, whose lips begin to feel less rigid with that touch of defiance when they kiss again, because Sunggyu’s naked against him and it’s obviously hard to resist (or pretend you’re immune to Sunggyu’s advances) when it gets to this point.

Myungsoo admires Sunggyu’s patience. He doesn’t really do much beyond returning the kisses, his broad hands trailing their way at a snail’s pace over Sunggyu’s body, slipping under his arms to run down his torso, lingering over the cleft in his back. He rarely feels up to a blow job, but Sunggyu’s mentioned before that he thought that a waste of time when they could do this. And though Myungsoo communicates many things with him during these encounters he can’t tell the man peppering kisses down his neck how grateful he is for this love… or, if it’s not love, this understanding. One day Myungsoo will return the favours, but today’s not that day yet. He doesn’t feel up to it. The timing’s not right and nothing’s worse than proposing something too early.

“Legs open, babe,” Sunggyu whispers, his voice down in that husky tone that nobody’s ever really heard but Myungsoo, and it’s the babe that really gets to Myungsoo, each and every time. There’s something dirty about it, and when he spreads his legs and feels the swipe of lube against his ass, Sunggyu’s fingers just dipping into his entrance, he feels that there’s something entrancing about it too, because the four letter word has him completely pliant in Sunggyu’s hands.

“Nng…,”

Myungsoo’s chest tightens and a grunt stops in his throat. This part always feels new to him even though it isn’t, pricks of pain telling him that Sunggyu’s got that first finger in, curling it against Myungsoo’s walls. The stretch isn’t unbearable until that second finger, and it’s then that Myungsoo’s back really arches off the bed, trying to find a way to make it feel less invasive and more pleasurable, but that’s not his job:  Sunggyu hushes him and kisses his trembling thigh, keeping those legs apart. He moves his fingers in gently, but at a steady, quickening pace, and soon gets Myungsoo to look the way Sunggyu thinks he looks best – dishevelled, flushed, no, flustered, and altogether inviting. It’s really this combination, this glazed look that Myungsoo gives him, that makes Sunggyu forgive how indifferent Myungsoo might seem sometimes. A quick slick of lube and Sunggyu’s aligning himself with Myungsoo’s body, the tip of his cock against then into the younger man’s ass, and Myungsoo shifts and tries to relax, as if his deep inhales and exhales will mean his walls would fit Sunggyu better, quicker.

A swear word is uttered, and Sunggyu’s hand leaves his cock after he’s guided himself in halfway, letting his hips to the rest. He props himself up on his elbows, his own body trembling at the fit, and when they catch each other’s gaze at the moment Myungsoo’s ass has swallowed Sunggyu’s cock entirely, the rush of lust is something they’re equally unprepared for and the meeting of their lips is intense, passionate.

It’s supremely difficult to concentrate on what you were bothered about when your body is torn between deciding whether the feeling coursing through your body is more enjoyable than excruciating. Myungsoo decides it’s excruciatingly enjoyable when Sunggyu starts thrusting into him at that angle that gets Myungsoo’s eyes rolling back, the lurch of Sunggyu’s hips still slower than anyone else might’ve liked, but it lets Myungsoo really feel the throb and heat of Sunggyu’s cock, the drag of it against his walls etched into his memory. Having sex with Sunggyu is about more than Myungsoo’s brain can fathom, and he locks his legs around Sunggyu’s body, pressing into him, wanting as much contact with Sunggyu as possible, and the action has Sunggyu freeing his lips from their kiss to groan, unrestrained, glancing down at the way their bodies meld together.

“You’re really something, aren’t you?” Sunggyu manages to ask, and he looks at Myungsoo, out of breath already, a glint in his eyes. There’s a glint at his skin too, from the reflection of light off the sweat there, and Myungsoo cups Sunggyu’s cheek with a hand, wiping the damp from it. His hand flattens and clenches in needy gropes of Sunggyu’s soft waist and it’s a signal that Sunggyu knows all too well: his breathing becomes ragged and loud, the perfect complement to the slap of skin against skin as he works their bodies together. The slides in and out strain Myungsoo’s control over the volume of his moans and whimpers, his body becoming tense and all he needs is Sunggyu’s mouth to his ear and that’s it, Myungsoo’s stomach tightens and his hips shudder, the sight of his orgasm tipping Sunggyu himself over the edge. A hand is through Myungsoo’s hair, the kisses getting a little rougher with a lot of teeth and tongue and a faint exchange of I love you because it feels appropriate and leaves them feeling less embarrassed, but even when they’ve caught their breaths it isn’t the end of their being together. Sunggyu wipes Myungsoo down as best he can as they are, lying on the bed, and he pulls on a pair of pants should anyone walk in (but they shouldn’t).

Myungsoo gets emotional after what they do. Sunggyu kisses his brow and hugs him right against his chest until he can feel the other boy’s body slacken, which means he’s falling asleep. He can’t sleep when he’s bothered, so when he does, Sunggyu breathes a quiet sigh of content. If it weren’t for the way Myungsoo always held onto him, Sunggyu would feel utterly used, but the curl of Myungsoo’s fingers around his arm, gripping on as if for dear life with his face in Sunggyu’s chest is what convinces the leader he’s more than what it looks like to other people. Trying not to move too much, Sunggyu’s slightly uncomfortable with how he is, lying on his side (he likes it best when he’s on his back), but he doesn’t want to stir Myungsoo, whose eyes are moving beneath his lids. Dreaming, Sunggyu knows. Hopefully of better things than what had been plaguing him before and he strokes those jet-black locks with a touch of adoration, the rise and fall of Myungsoo’s chest calm. Someone calls for Sunggyu and his expression quickly slips into an attentive one, his entire body tensing as his head snaps towards the noise, his body lifting up off the bed just a bit. It’s this small procession that has Myungsoo’s hand tightening around Sunggyu’s bicep, the hold vice, and Sunggyu’s mouth goes dry when Myungsoo murmurs something. And it’s just loud enough for Sunggyu to hear:

“Don’t… please,”