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Eunseok felt a little silly for cleaning his room just because one of his group mates would be visiting for a few hours. They popped into each other's rooms so often that it should no longer be a special event. But it was different when it was Shotaro.
He paused at his desk for a moment then shrugged and spritzed the air with a little cologne to cover any food or old laundry smells that might be lingering around.
“It’s just Shotaro Hyung,” he kept murmuring to himself. “Calm down. You always get like this and nothing happens. Calm down.” He switched out of a white tank into a dark one that he felt showed off his arms a little better and ran a brush through his messy hair.
“Glasses? No glasses?”
Eunseok put them on and took them off again. He finally decided to keep them on when he realized he’d be able to see Shotaro a lot better with his glasses enhancing his vision.
“Be casual. Be calm.” He blew out a breath then rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth again, putting a little balm on his lips from their most recent sponsorship. He’d just made the bed but didn’t want it to look too fresh so rolled around on it a bit until a light knock sounded at his door.
He propped his phone in front of his face like he’d just been scrolling on the internet and called nonchalantly. “Come in.”
Shotaro peeped his head around the door, his hair a freshly blow dried mess around his small face. “Hey.”
Eunseok couldn’t help the smile that blossomed across his face. “Hey.”
Shotaro came the rest of the way in, closing the door behind himself and flopping onto the bed beside Eunseok whose heart beat kicked up a notch.
“Did you just get back from the dance studio?” he asked. Shotaro always spent extra time there, either hanging with the other dancers and choreographers or honing his own craft.
“Yeah,” Shotaro pulled Eunseok’s pillow under his chin so he could prop up his head, it made his shirt gape in the back, showing off the soft, creamy skin on the back of his neck. He didn't usually wear cropped shirts, but today the thin fabric barely scuttled past the top of his pants. “I’m exhausted.”
“Then maybe you should go to your room to sleep.” He reached out, his hand hovering in the air for a bit before he slipped his fingers into the shampoo sweetened strands of Shotaro’s hair. “We have an early schedule tomorrow too.”
“Uhmm,” Shotaro grumped. “If I sleep now, I’ll wake up early and be even more tired the rest of the day. I’m trying to wait until it’s at least midnight.”
He let his hand slide over the crown of Shotaro’s head to the back of his neck where he started to massage him gently, his own body heating at the contact. “Why did you want to hang out with me today?”
“Just because. And I feel like we barely have any time outside our schedules. You’re always holed up in here doing nothing.”
“Hey! I’m not doing “nothing”. I’ve got at least 10,000 coins on-”
Shotaro turned his face so he could see him. “I can tease you with just about anything and you stay calm. But your little video games…”
“Hey!”
Shotaro laughed and snuggled his face into Eunsoek’s side. “Cute.”
A red blush completely took over Eunsoek’s face.
“Are these new?” Shotaro asked, changing the subject when he noticed the black sweatpants Eunseok wore. “What brand are they? They’re soft.” He tugged at Eunseok’s waistband without a single care for Eunseok’s personal bubble.
“No brand name,” Eunseok said, shoving at his hands and trying to maintain his composure. “My mom got them from the street market.”
“You get anything else new?” Shotaro asked, pushing lethargically off the bed to go through Eunseok’s closet.
“A jacket and a t-shirt, I think.”
It took Shotaro less than two minutes to find the items in question since there weren’t many clothes in Eunseok’s closet in the first place.
“Oh, it’s a little big on me,” Shotaro discovered, putting the jacket on.
“Yeah, she bought it for me, not you.” His pouting expression earned a laugh and his Hyung put the jacket back.
“We should go to the street market sometime. They probably have some pretty good knock offs I want to examine.” He bounced onto the bed and laid on his stomach again.
“Sounds like something Yang Yang would be interested in more than me.”
“I guess.” He sighed into Enseok’s pillow. “Why are you always massaging me?”
Eunseok’s hand froze. He hadn’t even noticed he’d started touching him again. “Does it bother you?”
His hyung shrugged. “No. I was just wondering. It feels good.” His eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure as well as sleepiness. It was the sweetest expression Eunseok had ever seen. He had a strong desire to slip his finger between Shotaro’s red lips, but that would be going too far. His breathing kicked up at the mere thought.
Emboldened by his own desire, he pushed his hand further under the neckline of Shotaro’s shirt until his entire palm was flattened against bare skin. It was the most he’d ever dared. He was fully erect and Shotaro was less than a foot away, completely unaware.
Soft and smooth like silk or satin, Eunseok could never remember which. Or maybe velvet.
He kneaded the flesh under his fingers.
“Ar-are you sure you don’t want to go back to your room? I could walk you there.” He tried to control his breathing. What would Shotaro think if he started sounding like he was running a mile?
“Umm.”
The incoherent sound was accompanied by his hyung sinking deeper into his sheets.
“Or…or you could sleep in here. W-with me.”
“Hmm.”
He pulled his hand out of Shotaro's shirt, patting his head once before shifting slightly away to try to bring back some sanity. “I’m going to keep playing my game while you rest.”
“Hm.”
Eunseok smiled to himself, enjoying the weight and warmth of Shotaro sharing his bed. The scent of him quickly overpowering his room since Shotaro always covered himself in sweet scented cologne, shampoos, and lotion.
He played for a few minutes but he soon became overwhelmed and had to disappear to his bathroom, closing the door softly so as not to wake the sleeping man on his bed. He went to his toilet with trembling legs and pulled out his cock, a shaky breath leaving his throat once he had it in hand. Imagined scenarios of Shotaro bursting in on him and taking him in his mouth rolled through his mind. Shotaro on his knees. Him on his knees in front of Shotaro. Getting his Hyung into the shower so he could see all of him. He stroked fast, holding in his gasps of pleasure. Lingering on the tip to gather moisture.
Or earlier, when Shotaro was nestled against his side. If he’d reached in his sweats and stroked Eunseok’s hard dick the way he was stroking himself now. Eunseok came with a barely smothered cry, his body melting as the orgasm left him. He cleaned up quickly and headed back to the bed where Shotaro still slept, his pretty face illuminated by the single lamp at his bedside.
Will he really not mind if he wakes up next to me? What if I accidentally hold him in my sleep?
The worries didn’t stay long as getting to sleep beside Shotaro for once was more important. He put his glasses on the nightstand and crawled onto the bed, turned to face his group mate. His long lashes dusted his cheek and Eunseok had a strong desire to kiss his eyelids.
You’d hate me if you know the things I wanted to do to you.
The thought didn’t shame him out of pulling his phone off the nightstand and taking a quick picture of Shotaro’s sleeping face. It didn’t stop him reaching over and tugging the slightly oversized neckline until he could see Shotaro’s smooth shoulder and taking another photo.
He’ll hate you. He’ll never want to be alone with you again.
He touched his finger to Shotaro’s lips and snapped another picture. His breathing was so heavy now it almost filled the room.
That’s enough. That’s enough. You’ll wake him.
His hands shaking, he put his phone under his pillow so it wouldn’t beckon to him again, but he couldn’t stop looking at the man in front of him and wondering. His body trembled from holding himself back.
I should wake him up and send him back to his room.
Shotaro rolled onto his back, looking so damn vulnerable and open, his mouth parting slightly.
“I can’t do this,” Eunseok said out loud, reaching for Shotaro to shake him.
“Hyung, hyung. Go back to your room. It’s late.”
Shotaro’s eyes fluttered a bit. “Hmm?”
“You said you wanted to sleep at 12, it’s One now. You should head back to your room.”
His hyung’s brow furrowed. “Why did you wake me up?”
“I just thought-”
Shotaro pushed him, a smiling pout on his face. “Leave me alone okay. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”
“It’s my bed!” Eunseok said, incredulously. “If I want you to go, then you have to go.”
“You want me to go?”
God those eyes.
“That’s the last thing I want.”
Shotaro huffed and faced away from him. “Then leave me alone.”
Eunseok stared at his back for a few moments before his traitorous hand demanded another touch. Those fingers that acted like Eunseok wasn’t in command of them, tickled Shotoro’s side. His high pitched squeals filled the room and Eunseok slapped a hand over his mouth.
“You’re going to wake up everyone on my floor.”
Shotaro squirmed against him and it made his body come alive. He kept his hand over Shotaro’s mouth while he tortured them both with more tickles, his hand sometimes slipping under his hyug’s shirt, muscles flexing at his fingertips.
Shotaro managed to break free and tried to tickle him back but Eunseok wasn’t nearly as ticklish. Eunseok shoved Shotaro onto his back and laid on top of him, grabbing his hands and pressing them to the bed.
“Hehe, bet you can’t break my grip,” he taunted.
Shotaro heaved a breath, tugging against Eunseok’s grip with all his strength but there was nothing he could do when Eunseok had so much leverage.
“I just wanted to get some sleep,” Shotaro whined.
Eunseok laughed, loosening his grip a bit as he settled on top of his group mate. He stroked his thumbs over Shotaro’s pulse, rushing from their brief tussle.
“Get off me.”
He wanted to. He told his body to move. But it didn’t listen. It liked where he was too much.
“Eunseok…”
“I-”
“Eunseok!”
“Wait.”
“What? Why?”
He shouldn’t say it, but his mouth, his foolish mouth - “Let me take a picture.”
“What?”
“Of how you look now.”
“How I look?”
Sweaty, disheveled, a little red in the cheeks, beneath him, his hair spread across Eunseok’s pillow. Shotaro would probably never come to his room again.
He forced Shotaro’s hands together so he could hold them in one hand. He wished he had rope. God to have him beneath him, tied up. He reached for the phone under his pillow and snapped a quick picture of Shotaro’s face.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Eunseok pleaded. “I’m not crazy. I’m not going to hurt you.”
A shiver ran through Shotaro’s body.
“Let me just take a few pictures. I already have so many but it’s never enough.”
“You…” He couldn't seem to find any words to finish the thought.
“Don’t be scared, please. I won’t hurt you and I know you’ll never want to be alone with me again. This is all my fault. I should have made you go back to your room.”
Those round, dark eyes watched him for a few minutes. Shotaro swallowed. “What sort of pictures do you have of me?”
“Just ones of you sleeping, I never snuck in on you, I promise. Just waiting backstage or when you fall asleep in here. A few of the back of your neck when you sit in front of me. You just look so touchable.” He started breathing hard. Shotaro could feel Eunseok’s dick hardening against his hip bone. “A lot of pictures of your lips. When you’re eating, or drinking. When they’re rounded around a popsicle like you’re sucking a cock.” Eunseok moaned.
“Do you masturbate to those pictures?”
“No! They’re too sweet.”
“But you do masturbate to thoughts of me?”
“Yes. Almost every night. Just an hour ago too.”
So honest, Shotaro almost laughed. He relaxed beneath him and Eunseok let go of his wrists.
“You’re a pervert.”
No accusation behind the word, just a statement of fact.
“I’m going back to my room.”
“I’m sorry.” A plea to be forgiven in Eunseok's voice. “And I shouldn’t have held you down.”
He looked like he was going to cry, but Shotaro couldn’t be gentle with him. At least not yet.
“No, you shouldn’t have. Have you ever touched me in my sleep?”
Eunseok couldn’t even look him in the eye anymore. “Your lips, and your shoulder.”
“Nowhere else?”
“I promise. Nowhere else.”
Shotaro moved to the end of the bed then looked over at Eunseok. “Come here.”
“What?” He didn’t get a response so quickly moved to sit beside Shotaro.
“On your knees.”
“Hyung?” He hesitated, watching every breath Shotaro took as he obeyed him.
Shotaro reached out and held Eunseok’s chin in his hand, tilting his face until those big eyes were glittering at him in the semi-lit room. So beautiful.
“No more pictures.”
“No more pictures,” Eunseok readily agreed, looking like he’d agree to anything to get Shotaro to forgive him.
“I’m too tired tonight and you don’t deserve me sleeping beside you,” the heartbreak and desire warring in Eunseok’s eyes sent a thrill through Shotaro. He’d always wanted Eunseok but he never knew he already had him so completely.
“Not tonight.”
Hope bloomed and Shotaro stroked his jaw. “When I finally decide you’ve been punished enough, and I come to your room again, I want your mouth waiting for me, do you understand?”
Saliva filled Eunseok’s mouth in anticipation of the unknown future event. “My mouth will be ready for anything you want to do with it, Hyung.”
Shotaro had to bite back the grin that wanted to come out at Eunseok’s cute and enthusiastic expression. “Pervert.”
He got to his feet and breezed past Eunseok. “Oh, and Eunseok, delete everything-”
“Hyung!”
“But you can keep one picture of my lips.”
He closed the door behind him with a smile, hearing Eunseok’s sigh of relief at the small concession. He couldn’t wait to check Eunseok’s phone later in the week so he could give him his reward.