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The goal was this: have Euijoo coax him out of bed with his stern yet gentle voice, have him drawl out a 'Nichol', and maybe, if he pushed his luck enough, maybe he'll be awoken by a shower of kisses.
It was perfect.
What happened was this: the door to his room shuts on the third 'Nicholas, get up'. It creaks open again after five minutes, followed by a 'Nico, Euijoo told me you can find a ride yourself if you don't have plans of waking up'.
Very much Kei-hyung. Very much not Euijoo at all. So he knows he's fucked.
Fast forward to now, Euijoo has ignored all five of his attempts at talking, shook his head no to all the water bottles Nicholas had offered, looked at him for maybe a grand total of one time, and that was when he was checking formation with Kei.
Right. This is entirely on him. It's the midst of comeback preparation after all, when their leaders are swamped and just can't be bothered. Still, Nicholas was hoping a little playfulness would bring a smidge of relaxation to their leader.
He whips his head to Euijoo's direction. Maybe he'll catch the man sneaking glances at him. Obviously not, since he has his back turned as he discusses something with their manager.
Okay, well, unfortunately (or fortunately) for Euijoo, Nicholas knows him inside out. If he knows which buttons to press, he knows which wires to unravel as well. And anyway, more than anything, he'd hate to be the source of another one of Euijoo's stress, no matter how minuscule and petty this "fight" is.
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Nicholas knocks tentative before turning the knob. When he peers inside, Euijoo is already eyeing him from where he's stood in front of a mirror. It's a deliberate glance, a silent "I'm still gonna ignore you, you know", and then he's back to patting some cream on his face.
Nicholas takes it anyway, slips inside anyway as he locks the door behind with a click. "Juju." He whines like a child deprived of candy. With Euijoo's indifference throughout the day, it's not far off.
Stopping right behind the taller, Nicholas snakes his arms around the slender waist, sending a quick prayer that he isn't elbowed away, or else he'll have to postpone his plans and finish himself off pathetically in his room. When all he gets is a huff, he bites back a smile and pulls the man closer.
"I'm sorry, hm?" He says, guttural in a way he knows gets Euijoo hot and bothered.
"Nico, I swear." But he doesn't push and his voice is ever so slightly frayed.
Just as Nicholas thought. He hides a smirk blooming with a peck on bare skin. It's a split-second but Euijoo's movement stutters before he goes back to rolling his jade roller. It's the wrong move. In the process of trying to get those knots out, he bares his neck—sun-kissed and unmarked. For now.
Nicholas stares through the mirror, hungry. He flits up, eyes locking with Euijoo. This time, the man freezes, like a deer caught in headlights. Very fitting, Nicholas humors.
"Let go, Nico." Euijoo has his head down now. Probably, no, surely actively avoiding Nicholas' piercing stare even if through a mirror. He tries to pry from the hold but he's not really trying is he? Well, that's always a good sign for Nicholas. So he tightens the embrace, nosing into Euijoo's nape just to tip the scale.
He presses a kiss on the flushed skin there. One or two. Euijoo's reply is his fingers twitching around Nicholas' wrists as his little act crumbles. But Nicholas waits. There's something else. Something more. The kisses morph into nipping here and there. At a particular suckle, Euijoo exhales, shaky.
"N-nico…" There it is.
And then it's all too hurried. A hand clutches at Euijoo's jaw, Euijoo's own flying up to grasp at Nicholas' hair. The grip stings a little but he can't give a fuck about that now when the taller is sighing into his mouth. He groans in response, nibbling at the plumper lower lip, hoping it bruises for everyone to see.
They break for air. But Nicholas is an impatient, impatient man. Being ignored by Euijoo does that to you, he supposes. So his hold loosens only to rest his hands on either side of the man's hips, grinding his crotch against the plush of Euijoo's ass, still, unrelenting with his nips and kisses.
Euijoo fogs the mirror with his panting and it doesn't take long before he's scrambling and reaching behind for Nicholas' arms. "W-wait."
Fuck. A little teasing and he's already coming undone. It's criminal, Nicholas thinks; it's also why he teases so often. "If we're doing this, we're doing it properly." Euijoo nudges toward the bed behind them, just enough for Nicholas to lose footing and plop down.
"Thought you'd never say anything," he says, smug. Although he's sure Euijoo can pick up the eagerness threading through.
"Shut up. Lie there." Nicholas does so, climbing back until his back hits the headboard. Euijoo follows suit, slotting himself between Nicholas' thighs. "No touching."
"Well damn."
And perhaps, it isn't just him who's teetering on self-control; at least not with the way Euijoo tugs on Nicholas' shorts without finesse, which should be unsexy, but his rare display of impatience is hot in and of itself.
Still, Euijoo halts to stare, gulps at the already hardened cock, red and veiny he can almost feel its weight on his tongue.
Slender fingers wrap around Nicholas. He hisses at the contact and it takes every fiber of his being to not bury his fingers in soft locks when Euijoo dips to lick on the tip, small laps and coy. He jolts when a tongue presses on the slit and even then, he doesn't get to savour the feeling as he's taken by warm mouth.
"Fuck, Juju. You're so…" The words die in his throat, groaning at the sight in front of him instead. Like this, Euijoo looks…obscene. Wide, glazed eyes looking up through lashes, spit dribbling down where swollen lips stretch around cock—sucking slow. Torturous.
He always sucks slow. Always choosing to run his tongue along the bulging veins or swirl it over the tip. Euijoo loves the heftiness of Nicholas' cock, loves that he can feel it throb and twitch when he engulfs. Sometimes he just lets it sit in his mouth, warming Nicholas up, slurping and moaning around him. Like it's enough. Sometimes it is. Fuck, sometimes it really is.
It goes on like that for a while—Nicholas' hips jerking helplessly at every moan Euijoo would let out. Not too long, before he can voice out a plea to stop lest he cums with just a blow, Euijoo pulls off with a grumble.
"So when it's this, you listen…" And then Nicholas doesn't quite catch the rest. He really shouldn't have tested the man's patience like that. But also, Euijoo is speaking in that pout so can you really blame him.
"I'm sorry, Juju." He means to reach out, brush away some stray strands. He misses the chance when Euijoo rises to retrieve something.
"I said no touching," he says, which is a little unfair because he's discarding his shirt and hooking his pants off somewhere before straddling Nicholas. And well, Nicholas is but a man; his hands itch to roam the expanse of golden skin just grazing his fingertips.
A familiar click sounds and damn, he really shouldn't have tested his patience that morning. "Juju, baby, you haven't—" He registers the cold lube slicking his cock first and then heat as Euijoo sinks down. "Fuck."
Nicholas doesn't mean to brag but he's quite gifted in girth and so the break in is excruciatingly slow. Euijoo has to bite down a whine as he barely slides down the head. But Nicholas isn't faring well either. Euijoo is hot and tight around him and while he tries his best to stay silent, the soft gasps and pants he lets out send Nicholas' dick throbbing anyway.
Despite his efforts, a whimper cleaves through Euijoo's throat—high and needy—when his hole fills with cock, splitting him open. "Ngh…you and your dick…"
"Like it?"
Euijoo's answer is a slow drag up before slamming back down. Nicholas grunts through it all, arms extending on instinct but Euijoo is quick to swat him away.
"N-no…you're—ah," another lift, "you're just…my dildo for tonight."
Fuck, that was hot.
True to his words, Euijoo fucks himself without much regard for Nicholas. He savours the delicious stretch on every glide back down and gasps at the tingling that shoots down his spine whenever he gets the angle right.
Very rarely does Euijoo get this way; twice a year maybe, if Nicholas has to count. So in these moments, he watches. Watches Euijoo wreck himself on his cock, head lolling when he gets lost in the pleasure. Watches the way his whole body shudders. Watches his sinful mouth slacken and chanting Nicholas' name though he doesn't seem to notice.
And then, he watches his face scrunch, notes his breathing picking up, because these are all telltale signs.
"Baby," he intends to sound soothing but the lilt in his voice is too apparent, "aren't you shaking too much? Cute."
"Sh-shut…up. Nn—" and just to rub salt on wound, Euijoo's thighs quiver when he tries for another lift. A choked sob followed by a petulant whine. "Nichol…"
With that, Nicholas pulls Euijoo gently. "Shh, okay, c'mere." Their lips meet, open-mouthed, kinda tired, mostly tender that he can't help but moan into it. "You did well, you did so good."
His cock slips out when he lays Euijoo down, said man whimpering at this. Nicholas chuckles through the kisses he uses to placate him. "You're so greedy, Juju. But you wouldn't even let me touch you. Bad Juju."
"Yeah…" He feels arms encircle his nape, tugging him impossibly closer. "Want you, Nico…"
And god Euijoo looks so out of it. Already blissed out after a few pecks. He's probably unaware of how his hips are rocking, desperate to have Nicholas' cock buried in him again.
"Okay, okay. I got you, baby." Nicholas finally lifts off, one hand sliding under a pillowy thigh to line himself up. He sucks in a breath at the lewdness of it all—his dick easing in, practically swallowed, accompanied by a strangled moan from Euijoo. He spots Euijoo's neglected cock, already leaking, has been, and when he reaches for an experimental stroke, Euijoo's moans border on screams.
"W-wait, wait. I don't want to—not yet." He cries. Actual tears. He does that often. Not to indulge Nicholas' odd crying kink, no, he just gets overwhelmed easily. But god does it rile Nicholas up all the same. Who wouldn't be? Euijoo's cheeks would go ruddy from rubbing, his already glossy eyes glimmering more with ecstasy. So fucking pretty.
"Alright, I'm sorry, baby." He leans down to press a chaste kiss on Euijoo's cheeks, wanting to wipe his tears away but the shallow thrust that comes with it brews fresh ones anyway. Again, easily overwhelmed.
"Nico—please, can't—"
And who is he to reject such a request. He takes that as a sign—sheathing his cock back in in one go, pulling just until the tip catches, and then pounding just as soon.
Nicholas is unyielding in the pace he sets—so harsh the vulgar sound of slick and skin-slapping sure to elicit complaints for the next morning. He can't care, doesn't. Not when he can feel Euijoo's hot walls clench down on him, as if he wants to squeeze him dry.
Even so, Nicholas chases the heat. He hoists Euijoo's hips by his waist to pull him flush, gripping tight he's sure there'd be red marks around them later. Just as he intends.
The unforgiving pounding has Euijoo jolting into an arch, chest rising high and beautiful. His neck is bared once more and Nicholas darts a tongue, licking his bottom lip at the thought of leaving red marks to bloom on Euijoo's honey-glazed skin.
He lets his hands wander and fuck, Euijoo has always been responsive. Too many times he'd twitch at the slightest touch from the others that Nicholas would be lying if he said it didn't bother him. But that doesn't matter now. Now, Euijoo lies pliant under him, trembling at the mere brush of his fingers against chest or stomach. Fuck, what more if—
Nicholas dives down, completely merciless in the way he catches a nipple between his teeth.
"Ackk—!"
The sounds that spill from Euijoo's lips are heavenly. Each sink of Nicholas' teeth, each suckle, drawing out another whimper, another moan, another cry.
"You're so perfect, baby." A nip at Euijoo's chest. "You were made for me to ruin." A buck of his hips. "You take me so well." A press on Euijoo's stomach.
It's all too much for Euijoo.
When Nicholas starts worshipping him like this (and he always does), he feels everything tenfold. Nicholas' breath is hot against his skin as he continues to sing praises. Try as he might to focus on anything else, so he doesn't cum just yet, a different feeling floods his senses—the occasional brush to his cock caught between them; Nicholas growling in his ear; and then this look, something in between fondness and want.
Euijoo can't help but screw his eyes shut. "Nico—ahh, I think…"
The bed creaks at the sheer intensity Nicholas pistons into Euijoo—the little ah's punched out from the latter building into heavy successive breathing.
"Go on, baby." Nicholas coaxes, equally wrecked.
Euijoo scurries to cling to Nicholas as he feels his stomach go taut. "N-nico—mn!" Searing heat zaps through his skin with his orgasm crashing over, untouched cock spurting cum across his own belly.
"I'm also—" Nicholas' hips stutter, reckless in his thrusts now. "Fuck, you're so good…feel so good around me."
Euijoo can only sob, the tiniest bit overstimulated as Nicholas fucks him through his orgasm. But he cradles the man anyway, voice hoarse and worn-out when he says, "inside…please, Nico…"
The grunt that claws from Nicholas' throat nears animalistic, snapping his hips one last time before finishing inside Euijoo. It's hot and sticky and Euijoo's body twitches involuntary so Nicholas tangles their fingers just to ground him.
He rests his forehead on the man even if their breaths are uncomfortably hot now. Euijoo lifts his chin for a weak kiss, something Nicholas happily returns.
When their breathing has evened, he pulls out, hissing at the lewd display of cum trickling down Euijoo's rim, before collapsing beside said man.
He slings an arm across Euijoo's frame and takes in his state—disheveled in the softest way possible, eyes fluttering shut, and looking effectively relaxed. Nicholas' heart swells.
"You don't know what you do to me, Juju."
"Hm." Euijoo only hums and Nicholas chuckles at this. He did choose to play out his plans at this time, when Euijoo is already worn from practice and more lenient. He'll have to save the sweet talks for later then.
"Let me clean you up."
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"Juju, good morning."
"Nichol, not now, please."
Ah, well. Damn.