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They were all piled on the floor in front of tall, curtained windows, blankets and futons used to comfort their slumber for the night.
It had been a long day of traveling and filming content for the special due to broadcast in a few weeks. Yeosang should have been exhausted. And in a way, he was. His limbs were particularly heavy from overuse. Perhaps if he'd been in his own bed, he'd be able to fall asleep quickly and easily.
As he wasn't in his soft, comfortable bed back at the dorms, and at the moment, between Wooyoung and Jongho on the floor, he could not help but remain unfortunately wide awake and aware.
His back was to Jongho, laying on his side and facing his best friend who was already snoring softly, cheek smushed up against San's bicep on the other side of him.
But Yeosang could only focus on the heat radiating from the younger man behind him. He could nearly feel Jongho, like a radiation or force field, brushing his thin clothing and sensitive skin.
He stared unseeingly across the room toward the wall, willing himself to stop focusing on it. On the way it caused the tiny hairs on the back of his neck to stand, or the way his heart beat quicker when he felt Jongho move a little behind him.
They were sharing a blanket, the two of them, and normally it wouldn't be too big of a deal, but recently Jongho and Yeosang had become a bit closer. Friendly smiles and banter had somehow along the line transformed into stolen kisses and exploring touches when no one was looking.
And Yeosang couldn't not think about it now, especially being so close.
He really shouldn't be having these thoughts with the rest of the members in the same room. It was so wrong.
Yeosang squirmed a little, trying to get more comfortable and ignore the growing erection pushing against his sweatpants. His skin grew a little clammy, fingertips tingling as arousal threatened to pull him fully under.
When he squirmed again, a heavy hand grabbed his hip in an instant, stilling him from moving.
Yeosang's breath hitched, his eyes widening comically as Jongho drew nearer behind him until his mouth brushed the delicate shell of his ear.
"Can't sleep?" He whispered so quietly that no one else would be able to hear him, not even if they tried.
But Yeosang did. And it gave him goosebumps all down that side of his body.
His heart thundered wildly, face burning. He shook his head, not trusting words at the moment.
A thumb swiped at the sliver of exposed skin above his waistband, drawing Yeosang's undivided attention. "Why not?"
Yeosang couldn't tell him that it was him that was preventing him from sleeping. And he sure didn't think he'd be able to whisper quiet enough to not wake up the others in order to explain.
And he really didn't want to form excuses as to why he was still awake to any of the other members either.
So, silently, he arched back into Jongho, the curve of his rear pointedly brushing along the hard abdomen of the younger man in order to voice his reasoning without words.
He heard Jongho's breath hitch in response, thumb stilling on Yeosang's skin, and Yeosang bit hard at his bottom lip to prevent himself from making any noise.
"Oh," Jongho breathed in response and then to Yeosang's horror (relief?) sidled up closer to him until his entire front was pressed deliciously against Yeosang's back.
The hot hand on his waist slowly drifted up under the hem of Yeosang's shirt, seeking more skin and pulling him back tightly against him.
"You were having naughty thoughts, hm?" Jongho asked knowingly, hot breath under Yeosang's earlobe.
Yeosang trembled, head leaning back to find Jongho's strong shoulder as the wandering hand under his shirt skirted up to an already hardened nipple.
Deft fingers pulled softly at it and Yeosang had to bite his tongue to stop himself from moaning aloud.
"I can help you, baby," Jongho promised, his whisper sounding somehow dark and dangerous in the dim light.
Yeosang's cock filled out more until it was heavy between his thighs and throbbing for touch. Never in his life had he done anything like this.
Jongho's hand slipped up to Yeosang's throat, not quite squeezing, just measuring gently.
"Be a good boy and stay quiet, hyung," Jongho told him and Yeosang's eyes shut automatically at the soft command.
He wasn't sure if it were possible for him to remain completely silent, but god he wanted Jongho to keep touching him. To keep talking to him like that and driving him crazy with desire.
Jongho released his throat and dropped back down to Yeosang's sweatpants, finding the bulge there easily and cupping it.
A tiny squeak left Yeosang's mouth and his heart jumped violently at the sound, just as Jongho froze.
His heated mouth found his ear again. "Stay quiet, baby, or I'll stop. Do you want me to stop?"
Yeosang shook his head, panic and need creating a sweat across his forehead. While the thought of being caught by the others filled him with actual fear, the adrenaline of the thought of getting away with it raced through him like fire on gasoline.
Jongho pressed a kiss to his neck for encouragment. "Good boy."
His hand began gently rubbing along Yeosang's hard shaft, base to tip, making Yeosang flush and hold back a pathetic whimper.
He felt Jongho's own erection press against Yeosang's rear, hard and wanting already.
Yeosang wanted to reach back and touch him too but he was too scared to move. What if he woke Wooyoung? They'd have to stop immediately and he didn't want to stop.
Jongho's mouth sucked softly along the crook of Yeosang's neck and shoulder, leaving a wet and cool trail along his skin.
Then, Jongho slipped his hand completely inside Yeosang's sweatpants and briefs, seeking out Yeosang's sensitive, dripping cock.
Lips met his ear once more. "So hard for me, hyung. So naughty. You like me touching you here in the same room as the members? What would they say if they learned you're not as innocent as you seem?"
Yeosang shuddered, heart thundering in his chest as he threw his head back and met the side of Jongho's.
Their eyes momentarily locked under the dim light of the room, Jongho's heavy hand continuing to stroke him. His finger swiped over the tip, over the wetness of precum, and Yeosang's lips parted to almost allow a moan to erupt.
Jongho, with his dark gaze fixed on Yeosang's face, saw it coming and quickly covered Yeosang's mouth, swallowing the sound down deeply.
Yeosang grew lightheaded, dizzy, as Jongho's tongue pushed into his mouth. He tasted of toothpaste and a spice that was so inherently Jongho.
Yeosang shuddered, thighs trembling, overwhelmed and turned on so badly that he knew he wouldn't last long.
Jongho pulled away from the kiss, only to breath hotly over Yeosang's lips, "Be quiet baby. For me, please."
And Yeosang didn't want to disappoint him. He wanted to be good and silent and find that nerve ending peak that he so desperately craved. That he had learned only Jongho could help him achieve.
Jongho's breath was ragged and hot as he pressed his forehead to Yeosang's shoulder, hand feverishly picking up pace, and focused on helping Yeosang fall apart.
In tandem, Jongho pushed his big cock against him seemingly subconsciously and Yeosang wished there wasn't so much material between them.
Arousal made him blind with daring boldness and he finally moved by reaching behind himself to push his sweatpants down a little.
Jongho's hand faltered as the bulge in his own pants pressed against the exposed skin of Yeosang's ass.
"Oh, fuck," Jongho breathed and Yeosang bit at his lip, pushing his hips backward for more.
And more he got.
Jongho released his cock for only a moment to push his own pants down, freeing his hot, thick arousal and pushing it between Yeosang's cheeks in return. It burned along his skin.
Yeosang surpressed a groan, the feeling too overwhelmingly good. Oh, how he wished Jongho would just stuff it into him, fill him up until he was deliciously full.
He squirmed on it and Jongho's breath hitched, hand going back to Yeosang's hip as he thrusted into him, slick tip pushing past the resistance of his cheeks.
Nails bit into his skin and Yeosang gasped softly, only for Wooyoung to suddenly shift in his sleep and turn to face them completely, hand going under his cheek and nose wrinkling cutely, eyes still shut.
Both Jongho and Yeosang froze, holding onto each other tightly, hearts beating loudly as they held their breaths in fear they'd be caught. By Wooyoung of all people. They'd never get away with it.
But Wooyoung didn't wake, he slept on, undisturbed and thankfully unaware.
Yeosang burned, both from almost getting caught and the way Jongho's throbbing cock throbbed dangerously close to his clenched hole. His own erection weeped and drenched his underwear, evidence of how badly he was turned on by the younger man.
And then Jongho's hand slipped back into Yeosang’s pants, wrapping his experienced fingers around his cock once more. Yeosang squeezed his eyes shut and held back a wild moan.
"We need to be quick, baby. You think you can come for me?" Jongho whispered into his ear, nuzzling at the sensitive skin underneath.
Yeosang nodded mutely. He knew he wouldn't last much longer at this point.
Jongho's gentle and teasing hand quickened, precum slipping his movements as he stroked Yeosang with newfound purpose.
Yeosang breathed sharply, trying to keep himself quiet.
"Feel so good, Yeosangie," Jongho rasped into his ear. "Oh fuck, you're so good."
Yeosang trembled uncontrollably, hand blindly reaching behind him to grab for Jongho. He found his strong arm, muscles flexing under his movements.
He was so strong and sexy and oh god, he was going to come.
"Close," Yeosang breathed barely audible and he hoped Jongho heard him.
He did, hand tightening around Yeosang's cock and twisting it closer to the top. "That's it, baby. Come for me. Just for me."
Yeosang bit his cheek hard to stop himself from crying out as Jongho thrusted harder into him, movements becoming more jerky and frantic as he chased his own climax.
The thought of Jongho coming all over Yeosang’s ass in a room full of the other members had Yeosang's orgasm hitting him so fast that he barely had time to prepare.
Jongho somehow slipped his other hand beneath Yeosang's head and covered his mouth just in time, stopping him from making any further noise.
It just made him come that much harder and he jerked violently under Jongho's hand, abs tightening, and spilled himself over Jongho's fingers with short little gasps out of his nose.
"That's it, baby," Jongho rasped into his ear. "Fuck, that's it. You're so hot. So hot. All mine."
Yeosang trembled with the heavy hand still on his mouth, unable to make a sound as he slowly came down from one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had. His brain spun uncontrollably fast, skin tingling everywhere as he fought to regain breath.
But Jongho didn't let up for his own pleasure and released Yeosang's spent cock to lift up Yeosang's thigh and access him better.
And, oh god. Jongho's blunt tip slipped down with the ease to press against the clenched ring of muscles of Yeosang's slicked hole, nearly pushing inside as he continued to basically fuck Yeosang there under the blankets. In the same room as the members.
And it was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.
Yeosang couldn't do or say anything, completely wrapped in Jongho's presence and taken so recklessly. Anyone could have woken and saw them like that. And anyone would know exactly what they were doing.
"Fuck, hyung, you're so tight. Fuck, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna—" Jongho breathed urgently into Yeosang's ear and then he was coming, tensing up and jerkily thrusting shallowly over and over into Yeosang's puckered entrance.
Come splashed against Yeosang's hole and Jongho bit down on his neck, more than likely preventing himself from groaning into the overwhelming feeling.
Yeosang met him with lazily thrusts, pushing back into him, encouraging the act of taking Jongho's hot come into his body. He desperately wished it was all inside of him instead of dripping between his cheeks.
He wanted him to stuff him full until his belly swelled with Jongho's come.
Oh god, he needed to stop or he'd get hard again.
Spent, Jongho slumped against him, hands loosening his holds on both Yeosang's thigh and mouth. They breathed heavily against each other, sweaty and tired now that it was all crashing down on them. A wet kiss was pressed to Yeosang's flushed cheek.
Yeosang was covered in come, obvious evidence of what they'd just done. And he would have enjoyed the bliss a bit longer had they been anywhere else. But he knew he couldn't.
He needed to go wash up before it dried and became even more uncomfortable and obvious.
Jongho finally moved away to let Yeosang pull his pants back up, wincing at the wet, sticky feeling.
He sat up carefully, limbs loose, and glanced at Jongho whose gaze burned into him with a small tilt of his lips that screamed of his satisfaction.
Yeosang blushed anew, quietly slapping at his arm in retaliation, only for Jongho to grin with amusement.
Yeosang silently stood and headed for the bathroom, taking note once more that everyone was still sleeping. It truly had been a long day, he didn't blame them for being so exhausted.
And he was incredibly thankful for it too, given the circumstances.
However, now even he was growing tired. Maybe he'd finally get some sleep.
He washed himself up the best he could and then returned, finding Jongho now laying on his back, arm thrown out as if waiting for Yeosang to lay back down with him.
Butterflies hit Yeosang's belly, fluttering wildly, and he dropped down to curl up into his side. He was warm and pleasantly broad enough that Yeosang fit comfortably against him.
Jongho helped him under the covers and then wrapped a protective arm around his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of Yeosang's damp hair.
Yeosang let out a yawn and Jongho's chuckle was felt moreso than heard.
"Tired now, hyung?" Jongho whispered with fond amusement. He kissed him again, more affectionate with Yeosang after everything they'd done that night.
Yeosang smiled and nuzzled into the younger man, heart softening.
"Mmm," he hummed lowly and shut his eyes.
And then finally, finally, fell asleep.