( it takes just about all of hao's willpower to not immediately sprint through the crowd and jump on hyunsu the moment he sees him enter β so he doesn't really have it in him to fight off the silly, enamored smile that curves at the corners of his mouth the moment they make eye contact from across the room. he's cool. it's cool.
except it isn't really β not once hao gets a glimpse of hyunsu's outfit, red lights casting the most gorgeous shadows from the angles of his collarbones, the muscles of his chest exposed by a bunch of buttons that are definitely undone on purpose. fuck, he's definitely staring. but, like β isn't this his christmas present? shouldn't he be allowed to do what he wants? )
Holy fucking shit, ( hao breathes, finally letting his eyes trickle upwards to settle on hyunsu's face as he stops before him. he can't help it β a hand settles on hyunsu's chest, fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt. impatience showing, he tips his chin up to press his lips against the other boy's β the kind of kiss that lingers, lips still touching even when he grins and murmurs: ) Hi.
[He can feel himself blushing under Hao's scrutiny. Strangely sort of embarrassed and aroused at once. He's never put a lot of effort into looking sexy before and he's not entirely sure he's succeeded, but he thinks, probably, that if he'd totally failed Hao wouldn't be staring at him like that.
Any doubts he has are erased when Hao touches him and leans in for a kiss. Instinctively, Hyunsu's arm goes around Hao's waist to keep him close as he hums softly.]
Merry Christmas.
[And then he chases Hao's mouth for a second kiss. It seems Hao isn't the only one feeling impatient.]
( when hyunsu winds around him, pulls him close, hao is, once again, very grateful that some imaginary son of god was born a bajillion years ago. he can't help but smile into the kiss, head canting, a kittenish lick to his lower lip to deepen it even more, wanting to taste him.
it seems silly that he was ever nervous at all (if he was nervous β hypothetically), because once he's with hyunsu, needily backing him against a wall and pawing at the bare skin of his chest, his broad shoulder β hao remembers how easy this is with hyunsu. maybe it shouldn't be, considering how they met, considering what they both are, but if hao just metaphorically closes his eyes, they can just be two regular ass dudes who met at, like, esports club on campus or some shit. they'd make out on the couch in some basement at a party and taste like cheap beer and hao could say something filthy and get hyunsu all blushy and flustered until it's too much and they have to go back to hao's dorm room.
β a sex club in the basement of a bougie ass english estate is probably just fine, too.
the flat of his palm grazes over hyunsu's ribs, and he decides immediately that even though this shirt is hot as fuck, he needs less of it, because he definitely needs to ogle the fuck out of hyunsu some more. so, he undoes the buttons with ease (snaps!! what a concept!) to let it hang open, breaking for air if only to tilt his head down to gaze at his abs, fingers tracing appreciatively over each divot. grinning, he looks back up, bumps his nose against hyunsu's before murmuring: ) C'mon, let's go claim one of the rooms in the back β I need you naked and nobody else deserves to see you 'cause you're mine.
[The full force of Hao's attention is...it's a lot. But in the best way. It's heady and intoxicating the way he pushes Hyunsu back against the wall as he gropes at him. Hyunsu knows he could push back if he wanted to, and switch their positions, but he doesn't because he likes Hao taking the lead. He likes how needy and hungry Hao is while they kiss.
Hyunsu's skin is already starting to feel hot and over sensitive under Hao's hands, so by the time he snaps open Hyunsu's shirt it's a welcome relief, so much so that he actually moaning softly into the kiss just as Hao breaks it so he can stare at Hyunsu's abs. Hyunsu watches him, breathless, through hooded eyes. He's about to lean in for another kiss as Hao looks up at him again, but pauses when Hao speaks and feels himself flushing at the words.
He realizes suddenly, that he probably would have been willing to just let Hao strip him and have his way with him right here in the more public part of the club if he'd wanted to. But he likes the idea of a room more.]
Yeah. [His voice sounds thick and rough with desire when he speaks.] Lead the way. [Hyunsu himself hasn't really explored the private rooms himself, so he'll let Hao choose. He probably has more experience with this than Hyunsu does.]
( hao just nods, reaching to grab hold of hyunsu's wrist to tug him along with him, but β fuck it, it's christmas, maybe he deserves to slip his hand into hyunsu's, interlink their fingers together. pulling himself off of hyunsu for even a moment feels like a herculean task considering how easy it would be for him to just, like, stand there ogling at him, feeling him up, pressing his lips against every single part of his body. instead, it's with a squeeze of his hand that he walks towards the back hallways with all the confidence of someone who's totally done this before, yup, eyes flickering back and forth from closed door to closed door (apparently everyone's feeling horny for the holiday.)
finally, there's a room that seems unoccupied β and it's like a hotel room, except fancier than any hao's ever seen, king bed freshly made and mini bar stocked. noticeably different, too, are the elegant shelves that seem to contain just about every kind of sex toy on the planet and then some. there's a moment where hao looks surprised by it all β mostly because he didn't know what to expect, really, considering both of his sexual escapades down in otherworld happened, uh, right out in the open β but hao quickly shakes it off, waiting until hyunsu's safely inside before hastily slamming the door, shoving the taller boy back against it so he can resume what he started. )
Way better, ( he decides, smirking a little to himself as he fusses with hyunsu's already open shirt, pulling it down his arms because he wants to see his biceps, too. ) I told you I'm greedy.
( the kiss he presses to hyunsu's lips is a little slower now that they're in their own little world, but it's deep right away, teeth tugging at his lower lip before canting his head and licking right back into his mouth. his body's flush against hyunsu's, a knee bullying between his thighs to give him something to rub up against, and hao can't help the needy little sound he makes as his palm wanders up the carved muscle of his stomach and over his chest, fingertips almost dancing up the side of his neck before his hand's in hyunsu's hair, giving it a small, sharp tug in between kisses as though to remind hyunsu who's in control β as though he could possibly forget. )
[Hyunsu can't help the way the corners of his lips quirk upward a little when Hao grabs his hand. He's not sure he could explain why it charms him, but it does. He likes the way Hao's hand feels in his. He likes that Hao seems to want to hold it.
So he lets Hao lead him to a room, smiling faintly at their interlocked hands. He actually barely has time to react to the sex toys or the room itself before Hao has shoved him back against the newly closed door. That makes him smile, too. And when Hao says I told you I'm greedy, Hyunsu's first thought is good, but he doesn't have time to say it before Hao is kissing him again.
It hit hits him suddenly, as he's returning Hao's kisses and moaning into his mouth, how badly he wants this. He said this was Hao's Christmas present--and it is--but maybe it's his too, a little bit. He likes the way Hao's hands feel on his body and the way Hao's tongue feels in his mouth. He wants Hao as badly as Hao wants him and he doesn't have to hold back. There's no reason to resist. He's not going to turn into a monster because Hao is shoving his thigh between Hyunsu's legs and pressing against his hardened cock through his jeans.
It might turn him into a slut, though. Because he thinks he'd let Hao do anything to him right now. Or he'd do anything Hao asked. As long as he could keep feeling this good. When Hao yanks on his hair he moans again, openly, loudly, almost surprised by how good it feels to him, the pleasure and the pain mixed together creating a cocktail that makes him feel light headed for a moment.]
Don't stop. [He murmurs helplessly between kisses, his voice sounding needy and rough even to his own ears. He realizes his fingers have curled into Hao's shirt and he starts to pull it up, feeling a desperate need to get his hands on Hao's bare skin.] Please.
( oh shit. fuck. he's maybe never heard hyunsu moan like that before, all whiny and needy and pretty fucking loud, and it sends a jolt of absolutely unhinged desire through him, hips flexing forward instinctively. hao knows immediately that he could get addicted to this β probably already fucking is addicted to this, coaxing more and more out of hyunsu with each little touch, each little nip of his teeth against hyunsu's lip when they kiss.
the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile at the pleas that end up buried against his lips, and those fingers still curled into the strands of his hair give another tug, holding him just like that so his mouth can trace along his jaw, kissing beneath the shell of his ear, head dipping down so he can lick a stripe up the side of neck before picking the perfect spot to sink his teeth into, sucking a mark there, wanting to see his own fucking bite mark later.
he finally acquiesces a little when he's satisfied with the absolute work of art he's left on hyunsu's skin, finally lifts up an arm to let hyunsu tug his t-shirt up and over his head, giving him only a moment of satisfaction before hao, hands on hyunsu's bare waist, turns him around to pin the front of him against the door. there's his own little hum of approval as he rocks his hips against hyunsu's ass (jesus christ, has his ass always been this perfect?), palms wandering up his bare sides before sneaking around to feel appreciatively up his abs, his chest. god, he's so β )
Good boy, ( hao murmurs against the back of hyunsu's neck, cheshire cat smile surely audible in his voice as he mouths along the wide expanse of his shoulder before giving him another bite, licking over it to soothe the sting. ) I've decided I'm gonna make you come before I even get my dick inside you. Sound good?
[oh god. fuck. fuckfuckfuck. That's the only thought that can formulate in Hyunsu's mind as Hao bites his neck. Not so hard that it breaks the skin, but enough that the pain and the pleasure are mingling just so, even more intensely than the hair pulling, which is also still happening, actually and Hyunsu feels like he's losing his mind. His fingers dig into the flesh of Hao's back as he pulls him closer, pressing their hips together as Hao works to leave his mark.
When Hao gives Hyunsu the cue to remove his shirt there's almost a slight delay, like it takes his brain a second longer than usual to process what's happening. Probably because of how much bloodflow has been redirected to his dick. He's breathless and flushed and dazed and hard, but he does manage to get Hao's shirt off, at which point he loses his breath again. Because goddamnit Hao is gorgeous. Slender and wiry but with more muscle definition than one might expect from someone his size. Hao has sent him shirtless selfie or two in the past, so technically this isn't the first time seeing him this way, but it feels like the first time, anyway because it's real life, not just a little image on an ancient iphone. In any case, Hyunsu wants to touch him. Or maybe lick him. Is that insane? Maybe he's insane now...
But before he can even fully register any of those thoughts, Hao is forcing him to turn around. Hyunsu gasps but he doesn't resist, even though some part of him would like to continue to admire his boyfriend's body. He lets Hao manhandle him because he likes it. He likes that Hao is demanding and pushy and will pin him against the wall if he wants to. He bites his lip on a groan, pressing his ass back against Hao's hips as he rocks forward.
Hyunsu didn't think he could get hornier but he's proven wrong because the spike of arousal that comes with Hao calling him "good boy" is down right embarrassing. He presses his forehead against the door and can't quite stop the needy little noise that breaks free of his throat.]
Yeah. [His voice sounds thin and raspy to his own ears. He swallows dryly as one of his hands finds Hao's as it traces his abs. Not to stop him. Of course not. He just wants to touch him.] Yeah, that sounds really good.
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except it isn't really β not once hao gets a glimpse of hyunsu's outfit, red lights casting the most gorgeous shadows from the angles of his collarbones, the muscles of his chest exposed by a bunch of buttons that are definitely undone on purpose. fuck, he's definitely staring. but, like β isn't this his christmas present? shouldn't he be allowed to do what he wants? )
Holy fucking shit, ( hao breathes, finally letting his eyes trickle upwards to settle on hyunsu's face as he stops before him. he can't help it β a hand settles on hyunsu's chest, fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his shirt. impatience showing, he tips his chin up to press his lips against the other boy's β the kind of kiss that lingers, lips still touching even when he grins and murmurs: ) Hi.
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Any doubts he has are erased when Hao touches him and leans in for a kiss. Instinctively, Hyunsu's arm goes around Hao's waist to keep him close as he hums softly.]
Merry Christmas.
[And then he chases Hao's mouth for a second kiss. It seems Hao isn't the only one feeling impatient.]
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it seems silly that he was ever nervous at all (if he was nervous β hypothetically), because once he's with hyunsu, needily backing him against a wall and pawing at the bare skin of his chest, his broad shoulder β hao remembers how easy this is with hyunsu. maybe it shouldn't be, considering how they met, considering what they both are, but if hao just metaphorically closes his eyes, they can just be two regular ass dudes who met at, like, esports club on campus or some shit. they'd make out on the couch in some basement at a party and taste like cheap beer and hao could say something filthy and get hyunsu all blushy and flustered until it's too much and they have to go back to hao's dorm room.
β a sex club in the basement of a bougie ass english estate is probably just fine, too.
the flat of his palm grazes over hyunsu's ribs, and he decides immediately that even though this shirt is hot as fuck, he needs less of it, because he definitely needs to ogle the fuck out of hyunsu some more. so, he undoes the buttons with ease (snaps!! what a concept!) to let it hang open, breaking for air if only to tilt his head down to gaze at his abs, fingers tracing appreciatively over each divot. grinning, he looks back up, bumps his nose against hyunsu's before murmuring: ) C'mon, let's go claim one of the rooms in the back β I need you naked and nobody else deserves to see you 'cause you're mine.
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Hyunsu's skin is already starting to feel hot and over sensitive under Hao's hands, so by the time he snaps open Hyunsu's shirt it's a welcome relief, so much so that he actually moaning softly into the kiss just as Hao breaks it so he can stare at Hyunsu's abs. Hyunsu watches him, breathless, through hooded eyes. He's about to lean in for another kiss as Hao looks up at him again, but pauses when Hao speaks and feels himself flushing at the words.
He realizes suddenly, that he probably would have been willing to just let Hao strip him and have his way with him right here in the more public part of the club if he'd wanted to. But he likes the idea of a room more.]
Yeah. [His voice sounds thick and rough with desire when he speaks.] Lead the way. [Hyunsu himself hasn't really explored the private rooms himself, so he'll let Hao choose. He probably has more experience with this than Hyunsu does.]
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finally, there's a room that seems unoccupied β and it's like a hotel room, except fancier than any hao's ever seen, king bed freshly made and mini bar stocked. noticeably different, too, are the elegant shelves that seem to contain just about every kind of sex toy on the planet and then some. there's a moment where hao looks surprised by it all β mostly because he didn't know what to expect, really, considering both of his sexual escapades down in otherworld happened, uh, right out in the open β but hao quickly shakes it off, waiting until hyunsu's safely inside before hastily slamming the door, shoving the taller boy back against it so he can resume what he started. )
Way better, ( he decides, smirking a little to himself as he fusses with hyunsu's already open shirt, pulling it down his arms because he wants to see his biceps, too. ) I told you I'm greedy.
( the kiss he presses to hyunsu's lips is a little slower now that they're in their own little world, but it's deep right away, teeth tugging at his lower lip before canting his head and licking right back into his mouth. his body's flush against hyunsu's, a knee bullying between his thighs to give him something to rub up against, and hao can't help the needy little sound he makes as his palm wanders up the carved muscle of his stomach and over his chest, fingertips almost dancing up the side of his neck before his hand's in hyunsu's hair, giving it a small, sharp tug in between kisses as though to remind hyunsu who's in control β as though he could possibly forget. )
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So he lets Hao lead him to a room, smiling faintly at their interlocked hands. He actually barely has time to react to the sex toys or the room itself before Hao has shoved him back against the newly closed door. That makes him smile, too. And when Hao says I told you I'm greedy, Hyunsu's first thought is good, but he doesn't have time to say it before Hao is kissing him again.
It hit hits him suddenly, as he's returning Hao's kisses and moaning into his mouth, how badly he wants this. He said this was Hao's Christmas present--and it is--but maybe it's his too, a little bit. He likes the way Hao's hands feel on his body and the way Hao's tongue feels in his mouth. He wants Hao as badly as Hao wants him and he doesn't have to hold back. There's no reason to resist. He's not going to turn into a monster because Hao is shoving his thigh between Hyunsu's legs and pressing against his hardened cock through his jeans.
It might turn him into a slut, though. Because he thinks he'd let Hao do anything to him right now. Or he'd do anything Hao asked. As long as he could keep feeling this good. When Hao yanks on his hair he moans again, openly, loudly, almost surprised by how good it feels to him, the pleasure and the pain mixed together creating a cocktail that makes him feel light headed for a moment.]
Don't stop. [He murmurs helplessly between kisses, his voice sounding needy and rough even to his own ears. He realizes his fingers have curled into Hao's shirt and he starts to pull it up, feeling a desperate need to get his hands on Hao's bare skin.] Please.
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the corners of his mouth turn up into a smile at the pleas that end up buried against his lips, and those fingers still curled into the strands of his hair give another tug, holding him just like that so his mouth can trace along his jaw, kissing beneath the shell of his ear, head dipping down so he can lick a stripe up the side of neck before picking the perfect spot to sink his teeth into, sucking a mark there, wanting to see his own fucking bite mark later.
he finally acquiesces a little when he's satisfied with the absolute work of art he's left on hyunsu's skin, finally lifts up an arm to let hyunsu tug his t-shirt up and over his head, giving him only a moment of satisfaction before hao, hands on hyunsu's bare waist, turns him around to pin the front of him against the door. there's his own little hum of approval as he rocks his hips against hyunsu's ass (jesus christ, has his ass always been this perfect?), palms wandering up his bare sides before sneaking around to feel appreciatively up his abs, his chest. god, he's so β )
Good boy, ( hao murmurs against the back of hyunsu's neck, cheshire cat smile surely audible in his voice as he mouths along the wide expanse of his shoulder before giving him another bite, licking over it to soothe the sting. ) I've decided I'm gonna make you come before I even get my dick inside you. Sound good?
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When Hao gives Hyunsu the cue to remove his shirt there's almost a slight delay, like it takes his brain a second longer than usual to process what's happening. Probably because of how much bloodflow has been redirected to his dick. He's breathless and flushed and dazed and hard, but he does manage to get Hao's shirt off, at which point he loses his breath again. Because goddamnit Hao is gorgeous. Slender and wiry but with more muscle definition than one might expect from someone his size. Hao has sent him shirtless selfie or two in the past, so technically this isn't the first time seeing him this way, but it feels like the first time, anyway because it's real life, not just a little image on an ancient iphone. In any case, Hyunsu wants to touch him. Or maybe lick him. Is that insane? Maybe he's insane now...
But before he can even fully register any of those thoughts, Hao is forcing him to turn around. Hyunsu gasps but he doesn't resist, even though some part of him would like to continue to admire his boyfriend's body. He lets Hao manhandle him because he likes it. He likes that Hao is demanding and pushy and will pin him against the wall if he wants to. He bites his lip on a groan, pressing his ass back against Hao's hips as he rocks forward.
Hyunsu didn't think he could get hornier but he's proven wrong because the spike of arousal that comes with Hao calling him "good boy" is down right embarrassing. He presses his forehead against the door and can't quite stop the needy little noise that breaks free of his throat.]
Yeah. [His voice sounds thin and raspy to his own ears. He swallows dryly as one of his hands finds Hao's as it traces his abs. Not to stop him. Of course not. He just wants to touch him.] Yeah, that sounds really good.