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Woonhak tried not to complain about his outfits, especially during performances, but the friction these pants caused right on his crotch was making his head spin. The pants and the fact he could hear Riwoo's breathing echo through the practice room were making his stomach churn. He swore he was going to throw up. Woonhak watched as the older man flowed through the dance. Woonhak tried to pull down the material straining around his growing erection.
Riwoo watched himself attentively in the mirror, and Woonhak watched his hyung. He swallowed the ball of spit forming at the front of his mouth. He needed to get out of here immediately. "Bathroom!" Woonhak shot up and shuffled out of the room before Riwoo could even glance over.
Woonhak sprinted down the halls of the building. A familiar company building, but with his hormone fueled brain he couldn't seem to remember where the nearest bathroom was. Almost like a helping hand from God, a large sign signaled the direction of the men's room.
He slipped in, leaning over himself to make sure the stalls were empty. Woonhak stepped into the one furthest from the door and locked himself in. He undid his unbelievably tight pants. The material stuck to his skin, peeling slowly. He shuddered at the cool air hitting his warm thighs.
Woonhak pushed a hand down into his boxers. His erection pulsed with need. He wrapped his hand around the base and gave a good tug. Woonhak let out a sigh as he felt a brief sense of relief. "Mmm-" He trailed as he closed his eyes. Woonhak used his pre-cum to make the friction less strenuous. His mind wondered back to Riwoo for a moment.
His body ran cold. What? What was that? Why was Riwoo the first thought he had as he jerked off? He shook his head. His hand sped up. The further he tried to push Riwoo out of his mind, the further Riwoo dug himself in. The older's current honey hair, the way he danced and panted. Memories of Riwoo's heavy breathing after long practices made a tight knot form in Woonhak's stomach. He used his free hand to cover his mouth as his breathing quickened. He bit back a whine.
"Woonhak?" Fuck. Woonhak immediately pulled his hand out of his boxers. He stayed still for a second. It had to be Riwoo, fuck. What are the odds? Of course. Everything bad happens to Woonhak.
"Yeah?" Woonhak cleared his throat. "I'm almost done." Well, he was...the fear completely ruined his orgasm. He was met with more silence.
"Okay, your new pants are ready. Do you want me to throw them over?" A shadow emerged in front of the stall. Woonhak made a noise in agreement. Riwoo swung them over, so the pants hung off the top of the door. "We have 40 minutes until we go on." Another noise of acknowledgment.
Woonhak waited until he heard the main door swing closed. He hit the side of his head in frustration before changing out of the old pants. He washed his hands vigorously as he walked out worse than he had been before. Guilt now included!
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Woonhak spent most of the ride to the hotel in silence. Jaehyun and Leehan threw popcorn at each other from across the seats, trying to catch it in each other's mouths. Usually Woonhak would join in, but he was fighting himself and what the thoughts from earlier meant. He hit his head lightly against the glass.
He didn't even wait to hear the room arrangements. He took his key and ran towards his room, claiming that he wanted to shower first. Which in part was true, but also he needed to jerk off. His head was pounding.
Woonhak locked the bathroom door. He sat on the edge of the bathtub. His pants unbuttoned and pulled slightly down. Woonhak slithered his hand back down his boxers. His dick was half erect already. He used small strokes, letting the feeling wash over him. His body finally relaxed again.
Woonhak let out a shaky breath. As his eyes closed, the hotel room door slowly clicked closed. "Its Riwoo. We're roommates this time around." Fuck! Of course. Of course. Woonhak squeezed his eyes shut. A flash of Riwoo's exposed abdomen from the performance today made his body twitch. A soft whine left his mouth before he could even think. Woonhak leaned back and turned on the water for the shower.
His heart raced. He was jerking off to his group mate. That very member was literally on the other side of a thin wall. It was thrilling and made his chest tight.
Woonhak stomped his feet lightly on the tile before stripping down and showering with cold water. He couldn't focus. The combination of guilt and shame made the knot in his stomach tighter. What if he stepped out and Riwoo had heard the small amount of noise Woonhak had made? He shook his head, letting the freezing water run down him completely.
Woonhak stepped into the main area, wearing pajama pants and a random graphic t-shirt. His hair dripped water down his back. The cool droplet traveled down his mid-back before soaking into his skin.
Riwoo sat on one of the hotel beds with his legs crossed. His phone hung lazily in his hand while the other one was flat against the bed. He peeked up and smiled at Woonhak. "Good shower?" Woonhak nodded. "Okay, my turn then!" Riwoo stood up and gathered his stuff from his open bag next to his bed.
Woonhak watched carefully as he walked towards his bed. His eyes fell on the back of Riwoo's neck. The smooth curve made him drool. He felt like a wolf wanting to bite down and taste his hyung's flesh. His blood rushed down.
Woonhak quickly pulled out the tightly fitted sheets and turned his back towards Riwoo. "I'm going to bed." Woonhak spoke plainly. The harsh tone made him want to bite his tongue. He wrapped himself in the thin hotel sheets. The mixture of the rubbing fabric and the running shower let Woonhak's mind go quiet for a second.
He shuffled under the sheets. Woonhak listened as Riwoo's shower dragged on for a few minutes. His mind wondered into how Riwoo's body would relax underneath the warm water. Riwoo's body twisting. Suds covering pieces of exposed skin. Woonhak pushed his head into the hotel pillow. He whined into the material, rubbing his thighs together.
The shower cut. Woonhak pulled the sheet further up towards his face. The light switched off, leaving the two in darkness. He heard as Riwoo moved into his own bed. A similar sound echoed across the room. Thin sheets brushed against each other. Raspy friction. After a few seconds of shuffling, the room got quiet. The soft hum of the hotel AC broke the even quiet.
Woonhak sat in the uneven silence. He listened to Riwoo's breathing. A few minutes passed before the breathing evened and slowed. Woonhak exhaled the ball of air he had collected in his chest. His hands moved down his body. The fabric rustled quietly. Woonhak measured his every move. He attempted to keep everything at a reasonably low volume. Low enough to where his hyung couldn't hear him.
Woonhak shifted between the sheets, hoping to drift asleep. Just a fragment of sleep might be enough to keep his perverse tendencies at bay. His eyes closed. He tried to melt into the stiff hotel mattress. His legs pressed together as his arms wrapped around his abdomen.
Woonhak felt Riwoo press him down onto his bed. Riwoo's thighs straddled Woonhak's knees. Woonhak struggled against the other's physical restraint. His hands instinctively moved to push against Riwoo's thighs. His heart pounded. His hyung's thighs were so soft. Woonhak gripped the skin. The plushness made blood rush downwards.
Riwoo shifted, lifting his hips. Woonhak's hands slid down as Riwoo moved both of his hands up Woonhak's thighs and near his growing boner. Woonhak swallowed. Riwoo's hands traced Woonhak's waistband. Teasing hands moved from left to right. Woonhak's hips pushed up. Riwoo's index finger stretched the material up before letting the band snap back into place. Woonhak yelped before looking up at the older man.
His eyes pleaded for more. Oh, hyung, use me. Woonhak wanted to yell out. Scream as loud as he could, but he couldn't. Not out of embarrassment, but physical inability. Riwoo's sharp stare made words scared to be muttered. It was like a different person was with him. Silly Riwoo rarely had a look like that.
As Woonhak examined the other. Riwoo continued to snap the waistband over and over. Woonhak's lower abdomen reddened from the constant snaps. He didn't mind, though. It seemed like it helped Riwoo think.
Riwoo pulled the waistband down to expose the red skin. He moved his thumb over it before pushing his hand further down. Up over Woonhak's boxers. Over that new waistband. Down right on…
Woonhak jolted up from his sleep. He immediately looked over at Riwoo to make sure he was still sleeping. Soft, slow breathing. Woonhak sighed as he moved his hand between his legs. He was hard, and a large wet spot was now forming in his pants. He looked over at Riwoo again. Would it be so terribly bad if he just…touched himself? As long as he kept quiet, Riwoo wouldn't even know.
Woonhak chewed on his bottom lip as his hand snapped his pajama pants. The burning memory of his dream only made him harder. He pressed his knees together and then relaxed him. It's not bad. It's not bad at all. Riwoo wouldn't know…. he wouldn't know. The whole day he had been blue balled. Just a little. It wouldn't hurt.
Woonhak moved his hand under both his waistbands. His warmth radiated onto his hand. The cool, damp spot in his boxers cleared his head for a second before he wrapped a hand over his cock. He gathered some wetness from his leaky tip, spreading it over his boner.
Woonhak sighed into the blanket. The relief of his slow strokes might have might him come right then. He closed his eyes. Riwoo leaned over him again. This time, Riwoo's hands were flat against Woonhak's chest. His body bounced. Riwoo's head lolled to the side, soft moans pulling out of him.
Woonhak twitched into himself. His mind imagined different ways Riwoo might move and the noises he might make. Woonhak occasionally opened his eyes to glance at Riwoo. His breathy moans muffled by the sheets that Woonhak was consistently pulling over his mouth.
Woonhak pushed the side of his head into his shoulder, moaning a little louder. His strokes grew faster. Woonhak's body trembled. His thigh muscles tightened and relaxed with every stroke. The wet fabric of his boxers lightly rubbed against his tip, causing whines to slip out louder than he meant them to. His head shot up to look at Riwoo, who still seemed to be resting peacefully.
Faster strokes. Woonhak twitched, curling into himself slightly. His hot breath further warmed the space underneath the blanket. Woonhak wanted to throw the blankets off. Just strip and rut against the fabric, picturing it as Riwoo's soft skin. He groaned as he pulled on his cock harshly. He could feel the familiar feeling he had harbored all day in the pit of his stomach. The sensation only grew. The knot tighter. It was driving Woonhak insane. He wanted to cum. Needed it.
Woonhak had his hand in his pants for what felt like hours. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand in the middle of the beds. Only about thirty minutes, but Woonhak couldn't do it anymore. He kicked off his sheets, pulling his hand out. Woonhak stood up and walked into the bathroom. The sexual frustration was driving him insane.
Woonhak flicked on the lights and ran the sink with cold water. He washed his face a few times. It fell down his face onto his neck. He swore that the water was boiling off his warm skin.
After a few minutes, he slumped out of the bathroom. Woonhak let his feet drag against the carpet. He turned over towards Riwoo, who was semi-curled into himself. His blanket was kicked off, leaving Riwoo exposed. He wore shorts that usually went up to his half-thigh, but right now the shorts balled up, exposing the majority of his thighs.
Woonhak wanted to fall to his knees right now and beg. Just ask for Riwoo to sit and let Woonhak jerk off as he looked at him. He shivered. Riwoo shifted, showing off the perfect gap between his thighs. Woonhak swore it was on purpose. Woonhak shuffled forward. His hand made the bed dip as he slowly moved onto Riwoo's bed. His moves slow as he inched closer. Woonhak couldn't even think. His body moved on its own. Purely guided by his frustration and desire for Riwoo.
Riwoo shifted again, sighing in his sleep. Woonhak couldn't remember whether Riwoo was a deep sleeper. He chose to believe he was. Woonhak knelt near Riwoo's thighs. Maybe if he just kept his touch light, Riwoo wouldn't notice. He moved his hand back into his pants. Woonhak stroked himself. His hand moved to touch Riwoo, but quickly pulled his hand back onto the bed and balled the sheets in his fists. He let out a shaky breath.
Woonhak felt lightheaded after a few minutes of touching himself. Riwoo's body's subtle movements were driving Woonhak insane. His hyung's thigh gap on clear display. The thought of being able to fuck that gap was almost enough to push Woonhak over the edge. He let out a loud whine. His hand cupped over his mouth, stopping his entire movement.
Riwoo turned onto his back. "Woonhak?" His voice was groggy from his interrupted sleep. Woonhak froze. He let go of his dick, pulling his hand out of his pants. Riwoo's eyes adjusted to the darkness, gaze shifting around. He took in Woonhak's dark face. A small smile crept onto his face. "What are you doing?" He kept his tone innocent.
Woonhak stayed quiet, hoping Riwoo would just go back to sleep. That obviously didn't work at all. "Nothing, I'm sorry, hyung." Woonhak started to move off of the bed. Riwoo grabbed onto Woonhak's wrist.
"What are you doing, Woonhak?" Riwoo had a sterner tone this time around. A small squeeze to the other's wrist. "Something perverted?" Riwoo pulled Woonhak back. The younger allowed himself to be led back towards Riwoo.
Woonhak shook his head furiously. "No! Hyung, I wasn't- No, I don't-" Woonhak stumbled over his words as Riwoo's hand moved off Woonhak's wrist and up his arm. Woonhak followed Riwoo's moving hand. His body tensed.
"It's okay. Do you want me to help?" Riwoo placed his hand lightly over Woonhak's shoulder. Woonhak took a small breath, holding it in his chest before exhaling sharply.
God, is this real? Was Riwoo really asking this, or was this just another wet dream? Woonhak chewed on the inside of his check before nodding. "Help me, hyung." He melted immediately, crawling closer to Riwoo.
Riwoo pushed Woonhak down with his hand on the back of the other's head. He placed a soft kiss against Woonhak's lips. Woonhak pulled back. "Hyung, I've never done this before."
Riwoo laughed. "Just.. follow me." He smiled, and Woonhak nodded. They pecked at each other a couple of times before Riwoo made an attempt to deepen the kiss. Woonhak adapted eagerly. His head titled the opposite direction as Riwoo. Woonhak's teeth clinked against Riwoo's.
Riwoo let out a breathy laugh as he pulled away. "You're a natural, Unagi." He patted Woonhak's back. Woonhak moved back, putting himself in a kneeling position.
Woonhak balled his hands into fists. "Hyung…" His thighs pressed into each other. His eyes glanced at Riwoo's thighs again.
"You wanna use them?" Riwoo pressed his knees together and lifted his legs straight up towards the ceiling. His arms wrapped around the bend of his knees. The perfect thigh gap back on clear display. Woonhak felt a glob of spit settle on his tongue. He swallowed sharply, nodding. "Come on, use me."
Woonhak's eyes widened. He moved quickly, pulling his pants down just enough to let his cock out. Riwoo's eyes immediately drew towards Woonhak's dick. Woonhak moved, grabbing Riwoo's legs and letting them rest on his left shoulder. "Is this okay, hyung?"
Riwoo hummed, "Yeah, come on. Put your dick between my thighs." Riwoo watched as Woonhak dropped his head, probably trying to hide his embarrassment. A warm feeling settled in his chest. The inexperienced Woonhak who was so eager to do anything that he didn't even think twice. He didn't push back or deny any of Riwoo's commands. It made Riwoo feel prideful that he was tempting enough to allow any amount of rationality to be pushed out of Woonhak's mind. He smiled at the flustered mess in front of him. "Don't get shy on me now, Unagi. You were just touching yourself to me…on my bed. I know you're desperate for it. You think I didn't hear you touching yourself earlier? In the bathroom…both times and then on your bed. So perverted-" He mumbled.
Woonhak looked back down at Riwoo. His face frozen in shame. "I didn't…How did you.." He truly thought he had done such a good job at being quiet. He turned his head away. His hand gripped Riwoo's calf tightly.
"It's okay." Riwoo shushed Woonhak as he tried to explain himself. "I think it's flattering. I think it's sweet that you're so needy for your hyung. Say it. Say, 'Hyung, I'm so needy for you." Riwoo's face was mainly shielded by the darkness, but his eyes shone bright. The surge of control made his eyes gloss over.
Woonhak chewed on his bottom lip. "Hyung…" His voice cracked. His hands trembled against Riwoo's legs. "I'm so needy for you." He kept his voice low, avoiding any form of eye contact.
Riwoo reached out his hand. Woonhak let Riwoo interlock their fingers. "You did so well, Woonhak. Was that too much?" Woonhak shook his head. "Just really embarrassing?" He nodded. Riwoo smiled. "God, you're so cute." Riwoo thumbed the back of Woonhak's hand.
"Hyung, can I..?" Woonhak moved Riwoo's legs slightly.
"Well, since you have been sooo good, I don't see why not." Riwoo moved down, closer to Woonhak's needy cock. A warm drop of pre-cum stuck to Riwoo's thigh. It sent a shiver down his spine. Fuck. Woonhak was clearly on edge. Anything would be enough to send him over.
Woonhak pressed his hips against the slight touch. Riwoo opened his legs ever so slightly. Woonhak used his hand to place himself in the middle of Riwoo's thighs. Riwoo immediately pressed his knees together, tightening around Woonhak's cock. Woonhak bit his tongue, fighting back a moan.
Woonhak didn't move. He dug his nails into Riwoo's skin. His head rested against Riwoo's ankles. "Hyung-" He whined out, finally pushing his hips forward. That one thrust made Woonhak tensed up. He began a sloppy pace, moving in and out with poor rhythm. Woonhak had to constantly stop and gather himself. The sensation of Riwoo's warm skin made him lightheaded. His body rolled into itself and then straightened again. He whined and cried out. His dick was so sensitive from the unintentional edging. Woonhak's tip leaked profusely, coating the tops of Riwoo's thighs.
Riwoo kept a close eye on Woonhak's reactions. The way his head rolled from left to right and then dropped for a second before getting thrown back. Woonhak's quiet moans became strong whines. "Hyung-" Woonhak's voice broke. His breathing hitched as if he were crying. "Oh, hyung-" He dropped his head. Small sniffles and shaky breathing mixed in with Woonhak's moans. Riwoo swallowed hard. Fuck. Woonhak quickened himself. His words began to slur. Mixtures of him repeating hyung and what might have been bouts of gratitude melted together.
Riwoo hummed, squeezing Woonhak's hand. He kept his gaze on the head of Woonhak's dick. He knew he was close when his slurred words became nothing but mumbling. "Please cum for me, Woonhak. You wanna be good for your hyung, right?" Woonhak squeezed his eyes shut and nodded profusely.
"Good for hyung-" He slurred as he pushed his whole body forward. He kept his quick pace, pushing in and out. That knot in his stomach finally loosened. Woonhak cried out. His breath hitched as he leaned forward. His cum coated the majority of the tops of Riwoo's thighs. The thick cum leaked down. Riwoo shivered at the pure visual.
Riwoo relaxed his thighs and moved them off Woonhak's shoulders. Woonhak slumped down against Riwoo, who welcomed him with open arms. "What do you say, Unagi?" Riwoo tilted his head as he brushed through the boy's hair.
"Mm?" Woonhak sighed into Riwoo's neck. His body trembled from the intense orgasm. "Thank...you." He mumbled. "Thank you, hyung."