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“Who’s been a bad boy, huh?” Euijoo lets the question slip out of his mouth, Nicholas tries to stifle a laughter but fails miserably. He topples over, hands over his stomach, letting out the most unrestrained, full-bellied laugh Euijoo has ever heard from him.
“Oh my God.” Nicholas manages to wheeze out.
Euijoo–who’s been nothing but a good sport since Nicholas told him about this new discovery that he’d like to try out in bed–raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. “Are you done laughing or should I just let you work this out of your system?”
Nicholas shakes his head, still grinning as he feels his facial muscles start to get sore. “No, no, I swear–it was just… super unexpected.”
“Well, excuse me for stepping out of my comfort zone to indulge your weird fantasies.”
It’s something he never expected he’d suggest to Euijoo–wasn’t even a thing he knew he had. But when Euijoo walked out of the dressing room during the filming of one of their new music videos with those stupid square glasses perched on his nose and bangs that made him look even stupider, Nicholas couldn’t help but let out a roaring laugh. They’d never styled him that way before and he was just surprised that it worked so well. Euijoo had a way of pulling off the most ridiculous outfits and concepts. Nicholas couldn’t stop staring.
“The other guys are gonna tease you,” Nicholas had said at the time, head shaking in disbelief, hands shoved inside the pockets of his dress pants.
Euijoo grinned at that–he’d gotten used to all the teasing. And because he’s too deep into character, he’d pushed his falling glasses up with his middle-finger, earning another chuckle from Nicholas who was still staring with pure amusement. But that simple little quirk that Euijoo had adapted for the sake of this character he was trying to embody, it’d sent a weird jolt through Nicholas. He didn’t know why it affected him so much. Didn’t know why his dress pants suddenly became a little tighter around his crotch too.
He excused himself after that, telling Euijoo he needed to get his hair sprayed or his makeup touched up–couldn’t remember which one he’d said in the midst of his panicked state–before he rushed to one of the bathrooms, locked himself in a stall and sat down on the toilet lid to think about other things. His lines. The music video. The ache in his thighs from all the practice they were doing. Euijoo in those cursed glasses. Euijoo sucking him off with those cursed glasses. Falling snow. Ramen. Euijoo bending him over in front of a mirror and fucking him with the glasses on.
Thankfully he was able to make his boner go away once he opened his phone and scrolled through the blackhole that is Instagram reels to distract him from the thoughts of Euijoo in those glasses. Though it was short-lived because he had to spend the whole day looking at his boyfriend looking cute and–weirdly–hot in them.
Nicholas has tried to brush it off after. But for weeks after that shoot, the image of Euijoo–square glasses, smug grin and all–lingered in Nicholas’ mind.
It wasn’t like he’d planned to bring it up. They’d been too busy with comeback preparations to set aside some time to fuck or make out–Nicholas was perfectly fine with jacking off while thinking about how good Euijoo would look with cum all over his face and glasses–but it’d come up one night. All the other guys were out to grab something to eat for dinner and they were sprawled out on the living room couch, too tired to move, Nicholas finally let it slip.
“You know,” he’d said, trying to sound casual, “you looked way too good in those glasses during the shoot.”
Euijoo blinked, confused at first. “The ones you told me made me look like an idiot?”
“Yes,” Nicholas replied, half-sure, “yeah, those.”
Euijoo leaned closer, narrowing his eyes at him. “Are you telling me you have a thing for me in those glasses?”
“No.” Nicholas had shot back but Euijoo’s voice was deeper than usual, teasing. If there’s anyone in the world that knew what Nicholas looked like when he was turned on and in absolute denial over it, it was Euijoo–so he saw him through the blatant lie. Euijoo’s grin widened.
“Interesting,” Euijoo drawled, clearly amused with the sudden confession, “guess I’ll have to dig those glasses out of wardrobe sometime.”
And that’s exactly what led to tonight–Euijoo walking out of their shared hotel bathroom wearing those stupid glasses, stepping into the bedroom with a dramatic flourish and an exaggerated smirk.
“You told me it wasn’t weird.” Nicholas attempts to defend himself as he sits up on the hotel bed, back pressed against the headboard, still staring at the way Euijoo walks into the room like he owns the place. The glasses are crooked and too small for his face, his hair’s grown a bit awkwardly these past few weeks, strands standing up in weird positions. But somehow, Euijoo still finds a way to make it all work.
“And it’s not weird.” Euijoo walks closer to the bed. There’s a determination in his voice. Maybe he’s enjoying this as much as Nicholas is. “You’re the one who was laughing at me!”
“I just didn’t expect you’d be so in character and what the fuck’s up with the bad boy thing anyway?”
Euijoo snorts and adjusts his glasses with that same middle finger, “I thought we’d be like–I don’t know–students or something? Like I’m a student council president and you’re the delinquent kid–”
“Baby.” Nicholas utters out in Korean–a nickname that has always succeeded in disarming Euijoo no matter how composed he tries to appear. And this time is no exception. Nicholas smirks, tilting his head as he watches Euijoo’s ears turn the faintest shade of pink. “You’re overthinking it.” Nicholas says, his tone teasing but warm. “Just be yourself, that’s the part I’m into.”
Euijoo’s lips part to argue but no words actually come out. He just stares at Nicholas, his confidence falters for a brief moment before he eventually recovers, letting out a small chuckle as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“You’re literally so annoying.” Euijoo sighs, there’s no venom in his words.
Nicholas laughs a little bit more, leaning over and reaching out to pull Euijoo closer by the hem of his shirt. “I mean, technically, you’re the one who showed up looking like you walked straight out of an anime.”
“Don’t make me regret this,” Euijoo warns, momentarily switching to Japanese. It’s a habit at this point. Softening up the blow, using simple words he knows Nicholas will understand, making sure that the field’s leveled between them whenever he tries to issue a warning about something. It’s fair.
He lets Nicholas pull him forward until they’re face to face, knees brushing against one another.
“You won’t.” Nicholas promises, hands settling on Euijoo’s hips. “Because you’re enjoying this too.”
Euijoo snickers–though his gaze flickers to Nicholas’ mouth–and his resolve seems to waver. “You’re lucky I love you.” He says softly, leaning in just enough that Nicholas can feel his warm breaths on his face.
Nicholas’ grin softens into something more genuine as he agrees, “Yeah, I know I am.”
This time, Euijoo takes the leap as he leans forward and closes the gap between them. His lips are always warm and soft–inviting. Nicholas always loses his mind whenever he stares at Euijoo when he’s getting his makeup done and their makeup artist is focusing on his lips. They’re cute and full and once he had the chance to feel them against his own, he thinks it’s only fair to want them on him at all times. Euijoo’s an insanely good kisser–despite telling Nicholas that he’s never had more than a peck with other people before they got together–and he’d always fantasize about the next time he’d be able to get the privilege to taste them again.
Today’s no exception.
He’s always slow and tender with it. Euijoo tilts his head to deepen the kiss, Nicholas naturally melts into it. His hands are still on Euijoo’s hips, pulling him closer, wanting him even closer than now. Euijoo pushes him down onto the bed and settles on top of him, still kissing Nicholas like his life depends on it. One of Euijoo’s hand curls underneath Nicholas’ neck, pulling him closer too, tasting every inch of his mouth.
It’s how everything’s so calculated with Euijoo. He’s undeniably good at everything–singing, dancing, being the leader of a 9-member group that’s constantly making history–and it is so deeply unfair how he’s good at this too. At kissing, at making Nicholas want more and more of him, at putting the perfect amount of effort into the kiss that makes Nicholas gasp for more.
When Euijoo pulls back, just a little–presumably to catch his breath–Nicholas finds himself chasing after him. He opens his eyes just as Euijoo laughs against his lips. “Greedy much?”
Euijoo’s stupid glasses are fogged up now from the warmth on both of their faces and a little askew on his nose. His lips are swollen, red from all the sucking and nibbling, shiny from spit. That makes him look even hotter and Nicholas almost combusts on the spot because he doesn’t understand how the man on top of him can always somehow look hotter than a few seconds prior. All the blood in his body immediately rushes to his dick.
“Always.” Nicholas props himself up with his elbows, capturing Euijoo’s lips in yet another kiss. “When it comes to you.”
“You’re so fucking cheesy.” Euijoo says before kissing him harder, hungrier, needier.
Euijoo tastes a bit like the salmon sashimi they had a few hours prior and although it should probably disgust him–if this had been their first make out or their second or even maybe their tenth–Nicholas loves him too much to even voice it out. It’s all becoming a little more unbearable at this moment. Euijoo on top of him, the open mouthed kiss they’re sharing, the moans they’re swallowing right out of each other’s mouth, his rock-hard dick in his boxers. Nicholas initiates the next step–he slowly tugs on the hem of Euijoo’s shirt, signaling that he wants him to take it off.
It doesn’t take long for Euijoo to pull away so he’s able to pull his shirt by the collar and toss it carelessly to the side, exposing his upper body. Nicholas’ hands–like clockwork–find their way to Euijoo’s chest, pawing at it as Euijoo leans in to kiss him again. Everyone knows Euijoo’s not as built as Nicholas is, he doesn’t work out unless he feels like it and he never really thinks about bulking himself up. But he’s toned in all the right places. His chest–Nicholas traces his pecs with his index finger as he slips his tongue inside Euijoo’s mouth again; his abs–there’s a very thin line of muscle that he can see and feel; his back–which is somehow the most toned, Nicholas presses his hands against it and pulls Euijoo closer. Bare chest against Nicholas’ still-clothed one.
“This is unfair.” Euijoo states before he hooks his fingers on the hem of Nicholas’ shirt and pulls it up, they stop kissing when the fabric covers Nicholas’ face for a moment. Euijoo throws it to the side haphazardly, it joins his discarded shirt on the floor. He shifts their position which causes Nicholas’ cock to brush against Euijoo’s left thigh. He hisses at the sudden sensation.
He knows he shouldn’t be embarrassed–they’ve had enough sex to be able to be desensitized with all the little things. But having the biggest boner when your boyfriend has barely touched you does make you look like some sort of loser. And he’s not even the one dressed up like one.
Thankfully, Euijoo chooses to ignore it. He cups Nicholas’ cheek with one of his hands as he starts to pepper kisses along his jawline and then his neck. Euijoo bites on the skin–hard enough that it elicits a whine out of Nicholas–and smooths it over with his wet tongue, spit painted all over his neck. He focuses on the same spot for a while, alternating between sucking and biting down on it.
“Juju–no marks.” Nicholas warns him through gritted teeth even though he knows Euijoo would never risk it. He’s their leader for a reason.
“I know.” Euijoo groans as he moves to another spot, wet lips dragging against Nicholas’ neck, goosebumps forming in their wake. “Just kinda wanted to remind you who you belong to.”
His dick twitches in his boxers–he thinks he can come just by listening to the sound of Euijoo’s voice. Euijoo moves down again, to his collarbones and then eventually–finally–his chest. He licks one of Nicholas’ nipples, sending a jolt throughout his body, before taking it into his mouth. He sucks and he bites and he pulls at it, Nicholas instinctively pulls on Euijoo’s hair.
He’s taking his time with it, alternating between one nipple to the other, putting his fingers to work on the one he cannot have in his mouth. If a dick could burst from the amount of blood that’s rushed into it, Nicholas knew his would explode any moment now. Everything feels too good, too much, he’s being taken care of and paid attention to. Plus Euijoo is still wearing the glasses, he knows he won’t be able to last long once he has Euijoo’s cock buried inside of him.
Nicholas pulls Euijoo away from his chest, hands cupping his face to make his boyfriend look up at him. “While I’m very happy with the way you’re spoiling me,” Nicholas opens, trying to catch his breath, “I really need you to fuck me, like, yesterday.”
Euijoo chuckles before nodding. “Okay.” He teasingly palms Nicholas over his shorts before pulling on the laces of his sweatpants to undo them. He presses a small kiss on Nicholas’ lips once again before forcefully shoving both his sweatpants and boxers down.
His dick springs up–hard, swollen, wet from pre. Euijoo glances at it for a split second before smiling and kissing Nicholas again. He then reaches down to undo the laces of his shorts and pushes them down his legs, letting them join the pile on the floor.
“Did you bring lube?” Euijoo asks–someone has to be the responsible one in this relationship and Nicholas knows he is not.
“Surprisingly, yes.” Nicholas breathes out although he’s still raking his brain to try to remember where he’s placed it. “I think–it’s in my suitcase.”
It’s only when Euijoo’s moved away from him and is walking towards the opened orange suitcase in the corner of the room that Nicholas can see how hard he is too. Dick curving up over his stomach, flushed red, angry veins lining it up. He’s getting dizzy over the thought of having it inside of him–though he’s had it countless times before.
Euijoo returns a few seconds later with a bottle of lube in his hand and determination in his eyes. He settles on top of Nicholas again, elbows on either side of his body, caging the shorter man underneath him, knees pressed against the mattress to keep himself up. He opens the cap and smothers the liquid all over his fingers before he places it on the bedside table and captures Nicholas’ lips into yet another kiss.
Nicholas can feel Euijoo’s fingers against his rim, circling around it, testing the waters. When he pushes one of his fingers in, Nicholas can’t help but let out a gasp, lips falling slack, eyes squeezed shut. Euijoo pulls himself back to be able to study his boyfriend’s expression–Nicholas knows he probably looks dumb, he can’t really control how his face looks when he’s being fingered. Euijoo presses their foreheads together, hot breaths fanning Nicholas’ face. Nicholas cracks his eyelids open to take a small look at him.
Euijoo’s glasses are fogged, there are beads of sweat on his forehead, his lips are swollen beyond belief. He moans out when he feels Euijoo’s finger curling inside him, pressing against the tight muscles, smoothing them out in an attempt to relax him. The stretch is so good he can’t do anything else but gasp and moan and whisper Euijoo’s name out like some sort of spell. He tries to remember which members are in the room next to them and tries to find a way to apologize tomorrow morning but that’s when Euijoo pushes another finger in and he nearly screams from surprise.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, concerned.
“No–not really.” Nicholas gasps out. “It’s just—been a while.”
“I know.” Euijoo kisses his collarbone again, so tenderly it feels like a whisper of devotion, a promise etched into Nicholas’ skin. He starts scissoring his fingers inside Nicholas’ hole, determined to stretch him out properly. “It’ll feel good soon.”
Euijoo continues to finger him while leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he’s able to reach in this position. When he feels like Nicholas has finally started to loosen up and relax underneath his touch, he adds a third finger and when it’s able to breach with little to no resistance–Nicholas assumes he’s ready.
“C’mon.” He pleads, sounding so desperate he knows Euijoo will tease him in the morning over it. “Fuck me already.”
“You were complaining like a minute ago.” Euijoo pulls his fingers out, Nicholas whines at the loss.
The younger man reaches over to the bedside table to grab the lube. He opens the container and squirts a liberal amount all over his cock before he puts it back on the same spot. Euijoo strokes himself a few times before positioning himself at Nicholas’ entrance–the tip of his dick nudging it. Nicholas kind of regrets not offering to suck his dick off first or something, he could’ve helped the both of them to–
His thoughts get cut off immediately when he feels Euijoo starting to push in. Despite the prep beforehand, it still takes time for his muscles to give in fully but Euijoo is a very patient man and so he pushes in slowly, little by little, inch by inch and when Nicholas’ hole finally swallows his tip in–he lets out a small moan of relief.
Nicholas can only gasp when he feels Euijoo filling him up, taking his time. It has been a while and it feels like the first time he’s getting used to the size of Euijoo’s dick–it seems to never end. His fingernails dig into the skin of Euijoo’s back, scratching, finding a way to anchor himself down, dragging him back to the reality he knows. He’s sweating all over and the absolute stretch makes him feel a little lightheaded.
Euijoo–of course–notices, because that’s what he does, he reads situations and conjures up ways to handle them. One of his hands move to Nicholas’ hip, thumb drawing circles on the skin there. “You’re doing so well, Nicho, you’re taking me so well.” A kiss on his forehead. “I know you can take all of me.” Another kiss on the shell of his ear. “You’re so good at this.”
Nicholas moans at the praises; his muscles learn to relax underneath the soft touches of Euijoo’s lips and in one long thrust, Euijoo bottoms out.
“Oh–fuck, Juju.” Nicholas mewls out, hands gripping Euijoo’s biceps, nails forcibly digging into his muscles. He’s hot and strained all over and his dick still feels like it’s going to burst any second now. “Touch me, please.” He opens his eyes to make eye-contact, Euijoo still hasn’t taken off the glasses that are sliding down the bridge of his nose now. “Please touch me, it hurts.”
“Okay.” Euijoo kisses his cheek before reaching his hand down in between their bodies. He places his hand gently around Nicholas’ dick, afraid to overstimulate him, before thumbing over his wet slit and feeling the gathering precum all over it. Nicholas hisses at the sensation–mind completely numb. “You’re so fucking wet, Nicho, you’ve thought about this for a while haven’t you?” Euijoo teases, he knows Nicholas doesn’t have any sense of coherence left in his mind to be able to answer his question. “You’ve thought about getting fucked by me in these glasses?” Euijoo’s grip around his cock intensifies. “You’ve thought about taking my dick up your ass so much these past few weeks that now when you’re taking it you can’t even look at me?”
Nicholas moans so loud when Euijoo starts jerking him off slowly, paying special attention to his oversensitive tip. “I–I, uh.”
“I haven’t even moved and you’ve already lost your words.” Euijoo chuckles before slowly pulling out and then rolling his hips–this earns him a punched-out groan from Nicholas. “Open your eyes and look at me, Nicho.”
It’s too much–the dick up his ass, the hand around his cock. Nicholas is burning all over. Like he’s been dipped into hot lava and pulled out and then shoved into a hot spring. His body’s turned to jelly, he doesn’t know what to say, what to do–he just knows if he dies today then he’d die a very happy man.
“I said,” Euijoo grabs Nicholas’ cheeks with his hands, “open your eyes and look at me while I’m fucking you, Nicho.”
When that doesn’t work, Euijoo pulls himself out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside Nicholas and when the older one least expects it, he bottoms out with one strong thrust. The stretch takes him by surprise that he doesn’t have a choice but to open his eyes. And in his blurry vision–he can barely make out Euijoo’s eyes.
“Good.” Euijoo states when their gazes meet. He starts rolling his hips again, grinding himself inside Nicholas, pushing himself deeper and deeper–something that feels impossible in the moment. “You’re taking me so well, Nichol.” He starts thrusting at a faster pace now that it’s started to feel good for Nicholas too. “Good boy, you’re taking my dick so well.”
The nickname completely takes him by surprise and derails him of any coherent thought he was about to voice. It takes just one last pump from Euijoo before Nicholas feels the knot in his stomach come undone and his toes curl from the sensation. He’s coming. Euijoo called him a good boy and he’s coming like a virgin all of a sudden. He’s thrashing and clenching around Euijoo’s dick and cursing in all of the languages he knows because it feels too good and too much and he’s cumming all over his own stomach.
“I’m—” He can’t speak. His mouth is dry and his tongue feels like sandpaper, it’s sitting so awkwardly inside of his mouth, he suddenly feels like he’s not in his body. He’s somewhere else completely. “Oh my fucking God, Juju, fuck!” He hasn’t stopped coming, he’s not even sure he has that in him. When his heartbeat is starting to slow down and the twitching becomes a little more controllable, he utters out, “I’m so so so sorry, fuck, Juju–I didn’t know–”
“It’s alright, baby.” Euijoo’s not one for nicknames–he thinks they’re cringe–but the way he so delicately tries to pronounce the word correctly in Nicholas’ native tongue makes him want to force Euijoo to call him baby all the time now. He gives him a chaste kiss on the lips before letting go of his cock. “It’s okay.”
Nicholas opens his eyes to stare at Euijoo–glasses on the bridge of his sweaty nose, eyebrows furrowed. He’s still so hard inside of him that it makes him feel a little bad for coming so early.
“You can move again.” Nicholas tells him–he’s still sensitive all over but the need to have Euijoo fill him up with his cum overpowers the fear of oversensitivity taking over his body.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to–”
“I’m sure, Juju, move.”
Euijoo’s not entirely convinced–it’s written all over his face–but he does as he’s told and starts moving. It’s a bit much but it’s bearable. The stretch is good, the way Euijoo looks–bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed, eyes rolling back whenever Nicholas clenches around him–while fucking him makes him want to do this all night long. Possibly all day long tomorrow. Maybe they should tell their managers that they’ve both suddenly caught a flu and can’t attend all the schedules–he just wants to get fucked by his boyfriend, is that too much to ask?
“You’re doing such a good job, Nichol.” Euijoo shifts his weight so he can hook his hand underneath one of Nicholas’ thighs, holding onto it and angling himself so he can brush directly against the spot he knows will make Nicholas feel good. “You’re so good at taking my cock, Nicho.” He hasn’t fully recovered from his orgasm and yet—yet, he feels another boner coming. “Want to tell everyone how you’re such a good boy.” Euijoo’s crass words are juxtaposed perfectly with the way he looks now. Nerdy glasses perched on his nose, overgrown bangs sticking to his forehead, round eyes that are the furthest thing from intimidating. He’s all round edges, no sharp points, embodiment of a good boy. But he’s the one fucking inside Nicholas mercilessly, long cock against the almost too-wet walls of his hole, precum dripping out and staining the hotel sheets.
Euijoo presses his mouth on the shell of Nicholas’ ear. “Do you think you can come again after this?” Even the thought makes him dizzy. “Do you think you can come after I suck you off? Have you paint my face with your cum? Taste you on my tongue?”
This. This is the Euijoo he’s always told everyone about. ‘Bad Juju’ or whatever—the other side of Byun Euijoo he’s always tried to convince everyone he hasn’t shown before. A maniac, a man who has his way with words, someone that completely pushes his limits and asks him to erase it for him. That completely breaks him and leaves him a mess all over the mattress. That drives him crazy, that makes him scream out his name, that makes him want to be good and obedient and—
“I—I’m not sure.”
“C’mon, Nicho.” Euijoo’s hand curls around his dick again, small pressure that’s enough to make him jolt. “I know you can take it.” Euijoo’s thrusts are becoming shallower but his tip brushes against his prostate every time and frankly, Nicholas is still too fucked out to be able to think straight. “You can take it.”
“Okay.” Nicholas surrenders, maybe he can do it, maybe he can’t—he’s still going to get himself filled with cum either way. “Yeah.”
“Good boy.” Euijoo whispers against his ear, goosebumps form all over the back of his neck. He starts fucking into him faster, less calculated, chasing after an orgasm that’s long brewed inside him like a dark cloud.
Nicholas–in his fucked out state–licks his lips before saying, in between punched-out moans, “Come inside me please.”
That’s really all it takes for all of Euijoo’s walls to come down in an instant. He cums with a long groan, stilling deep inside Nicholas, coming right against his prostate–filling him up that some of it spills out of his rim and straight onto the sheets. Nicholas makes a mental note to leave a tip for the housekeeping team in the morning.
Euijoo bites down onto Nicholas’ shoulder, entire body collapsing on top of him, whispering profanities into his skin. Once he’s done, Nicholas thinks he’s going to run to the bathroom to fetch them a towel and clean them up–because he’s a responsible person like that–but instead he pulls his cock out of Nicholas’ hole, starts moving downwards and–without warning–swallows the tip of Nicholas’ dick with his mouth.
He’s far too sensitive to take it–with the cum in his ass, a mind-numbing orgasm ten minutes earlier and the aftermath of a new kink discovery (he apparently likes being praised)–so he tugs the roots of Euijoo’s sweaty hair to try to get him off. “Juju, I can’t—I’m so fucking sensitive fuck.”
“Yes you can.” Euijoo murmurs against Nicholas’ dick, spit all over his lips and cheek. Nicholas is stronger than Euijoo and he’s giving his all to push Euijoo off him but he’s still not budging. If only he’d give all that energy into working out. “I need you to come in my mouth, Nicholas, let me taste you.”
It really doesn’t take much for him. He’s still overly sensitive after all and this situation is too fucking hot for him to need an actual proper blowjob to come again. So all Euijoo has to do is take all of him in his throat, make a small noise as he gags on it and reposition his glasses with his fingers. That’s all it takes for Nicholas to curl his spine, kick his legs up and start coming in Euijoo’s mouth.
But just when he thinks his boyfriend is going to take all of his cum and swallow it, he pulls away from his cock and Nicholas stares at how he strokes him through his orgasm, sticks his tongue out and let the last spurts of cum hit the edge of his lips, stain his whole face in white streaks and let it fall on his stupid nerd glasses as well.
This is absolutely insane. My boyfriend’s a fucking lunatic. This is batshit crazy—what the fuck?
“Juju—what the fuck.” He’s too spent to speak and still too dizzy from the orgasm to be able to think straight.
Euijoo looks up at him–covered in Nicholas’ cum–he cleans the edge of his lips with his tongue.
“Maybe we should ask the stylist if we could borrow the uniforms too–but like, the sex should be tamer than this because I don’t know how to explain all these stains to the hotel employees tomorrow and—”
“You’re actually so fucking crazy, did you know that?” Nicholas cups Euijoo’s cheeks with shaky hands, now he has cum all over his hands too–might as well. The one on his stomach from his previous orgasm is still drying up. “And God, I think that’s why I love you.”
Euijoo kisses him–cum all over his face and all–and laughs. “I love you too.”