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“other than the face, the song has to come out well.”
even from inside the recording booth, rui could sense the smug expression on wumuti's face. could tell the way his lips were fighting to keep a smirk off as he teased him. rui could only clench his jaw, forging a little smile for the camera.
“yes, i'm sorry.”
rui had lost count of the amount of times he had to repeat the same line, over and over, wumuti never quite pleased with it. he knew it was his job; in that moment, wumuti was his boss. he wasn't just a member of the group, but the main producer, the one responsible for how their song was going to come out. he knew criticism was absolutely necessary to achieve the best results possible.
but he also knew when wumuti just wanted to be difficult for the sake of it.
after some point, he could see that he was no longer paying too much mind in the way rui was singing his lines. his focus had become making rui say it again and again, giving different feedback every time. he raises his glasses at the bridge of his nose, almost trying to make himself look more serious, more strict. staring at him through the glass separating them, eyes locked with his as he pressed the button to speak into the mic with the ghost of a smirk that only he could see.
“again, rui.”
maybe the other producer just thought rui was getting frustrated with having to go over the same part over and over, with the way he paused to glare at wumuti from inside the booth, but wumuti knew now, enough was enough. there was a line rui had set for him and he was crossing it. rui complied still, singing his line again, and wumuti praised him hastily, telling the second producer he was pleased with this line and they could move on. he almost avoided looking at rui for the rest of his recording, who had to bite down on a victorious little grin when he saw he got his way.
the rest of the recording went smoothly, wumuti only commenting when it was needed. the way rui had stared him down after exiting the recording studio sent a shiver down his spine, but he tried to shake it off; instead giving his focus to haru's turn to record.
wumuti was able to push any thoughts aside and continue working like normal, giving haru the guidance he needed to perfect his own parts as well. he was wrapping up a bit of editing on some parts, discussing with the producer before he was able to join the other three for their break before his turn to record.
“...really. like, i didn't think it'd be possible to be scared of muti hyung of all people!”
wumuti tilted his head as he heard what haru was so passionately going on about, intrigued and a little amused, a little smile lifting one of the corners of his lips. he stepped closer, wrapping his arm around haru's shoulders and pulling him in for a tight hug with practised ease, nuzzling against his cheek, effectively making haru jump upon the first touch. “so what's so scary about muti hyung?”
haru, above all, was the most endearing boy they had ever seen. his eyes ever so expressive as he looked up at wumuti, almost hesitant to repeat what he was saying, stammering; only making wumuti coo and cup his cheeks to press a kiss to his forehead. rui, on the other hand, was not scared to say it to his face.
“haru was talking about how strict you were today, how much of a perfectionist.”
rui was staring at him deadpan, not sharing any sort of giggle or smile that hyun and haru were; simply locking eyes with the elder, unamused. it sent a small shiver down wumuti's spine, whose attention was only pulled away from the look on rui's face by haru tugging on his sleeve with intent, eager to get his attention again.
“but! but hyung, i understand! it's all so we can get the song as perfect as possible. and you're doing so well with that! i trust you, hyung, it's just that it was a shift from how you usually are!” and wumuti breaks into a bright grin at that, wrapping both his arms around haru's smaller body in a tight hug from behind, swaying their bodies a little with his head on haru's shoulder, as he stares right back at rui.
“see, rui? haru understands why i had to do it. matter of fact, we were listening back to a couple of parts we were unsure about, and there was a line or two that we needed you to do a couple more takes for after the break.”
he was pushing it. wumuti knew that he was playing with fire and pushing it. yet still, he grinned at rui, sickeningly sweet and forced, a little playful. rui's gaze only grew darker, but before he could open his mouth to respond, haru's complaints about being hungry broke the silence of those few seconds. hyun offered to go grab a quick lunch at the cafeteria with him, and wumuti was about to say they'd join them too, before rui wrapped a hand around his wrist, keeping him from joining the other two who had began to walk away. they couldn't see it, but wumuti could definitely feel the vice grip he had around it, bordering on making it go numb, but he tried to keep it together.
“i'd actually like to get the recording done with now so i can take a proper break later. i'll try to get it right from the first time this time, so you can get a break soon too. how does that sound, hyung?” rui tilted his head, grinning all too wide, but all too tense. if the others missed it, wumuti didn't. his mouth went dry as he nodded once, but another squeeze around his wrist by rui reminded him to use his words.
“that's.. that's totally fine, we can go do that now and we'll meet you both later? eat lots, okay? you did so well today!”
they both wave at them as they walk down the hallway to get to the elevator, each with an endeared smile. as soon they're out of sight, rui's grip gets even tighter, making wumuti yelp a little this time, and he starts dragging them away. he doesn't say a word and wumuti doesn't dare to either, as he looks for an empty room, settling on one of the studios they use for vocal training. he pushes wumuti inside and looks around before stepping in too, shoving the door closed behind them. his hand moves to wumuti's shoulder and he pushes him down, whimpering as his knees hit the floor harshly but he doesn't move. he stares up at rui instead, eyes blown wide and breath caught in his throat.
“suddenly you're quiet? you don't have anything more to say, any more complaints?” wumuti shakes his head weakly, looking down on his lap, but a hand in his hair brings his gaze back up at rui.
“i'm sorry! i just... i only did what was needed for the song. i don't think i did anything wrong.” rui scoffs, rolling his eyes at the audacity wumuti had to keep going on with it. “oh really? so the fifteen times you had me going over the line without even paying attention to what i was saying, only showing off how much better you could do it, was all innocent? for the greater good?”
the grip in his hair only tightened when wumuti didn't reply, whimpering as he was forced to keep his gaze fixed on rui towering above him. “maybe.. i was teasing you a little..”
rui guided his head closer to his crotch, shoving his face against it, rubbing it into it. “you were so eager to show off how oh so powerful you are, huh? how you had the upper hand in there, could do anything you wanted to and i had to listen to everything you say?”
wumuti wants to avoid answering more than anything, but he still forces himself to nod pitifully, best he can despite the compromising position. “i'm sorry...” his body was feeling hot all over, his face flushed, his head in a daze already. he tilted his head best he could, mouthing at the front of rui's pants mindlessly. a sharp inhale and a curt nod from rui, and wumuti's hands were scrambling to unbutton rui's pants so quickly and eagerly it made rui laugh at him.
“giving up that easily now, huh? where's all that power you had over me, hyung? does it just disappear when you're on your knees?”
wumiti bites down on a whine, his hands faltering a little as he finally pulls down his pants and underwear. he licks over his glossy lips, one of his hands wrapping around rui's hardening cock eagerly. rui's hand tugging at his hair again makes him pause with a whine, almost a little frustrated to be interrupted as he looks up at rui. “answer me when i'm talking to you.”
rui slaps wumuti's hand away to replace it with his own, jerking himself off to full hardness as wumuti watches, eyes glazed over and unfocused already. he runs the tip along wumuti's inviting bottom lip, who has to muster up all his willpower to stay still. he smacks his cock against his cheek a couple of times to bring his focus back, and wumuti's voice comes out almost sounding like a moan. “it... it does. it's only when i'm in the studio.”
one tap to his lips.
“who has the power here?”
“you do.”
two taps.
“who controls things? who controls you?”
wumuti swears he could cum untouched and fully clothed. he swallows hard, but his voice still betrays him.
“you do.”
a harsh little pat to his cheek is all the permission he needs, quickly parting his lips wide to take the head of rui's cock between his lips. he runs his tongue all over it, humming. in a moment of clarity, he goes to take his glasses off, but rui slaps his hands away, making his eyes widen a little in question. “leave them on.” it leaves no place for arguing, but he doesn't have much of a choice anyway. he takes more of rui in his mouth, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of his mouth getting filled. there's spit pooling in his mouth already, ever so messy when he gives head, but it only adds to it, makes the glide easier, messier, dirtier.
rui lets him go at it for a little while longer, bobbing his head with his cheeks hollowed and his tongue pressed flat against the underside. it sounds wet and messy, paired with wumuti's own little noises, and it goes straight to his cock, knowing he's doing something so filthy somewhere they can so easily be caught. it catches wumuti off guard when rui's grip tightens in his hair again, disrupting the leisurely but eager pace he had set. without a warning, he thrusts his hips forward, effectively hitting the back of wumuti's throat. it makes him splutter a little, eyes blown wide in surprise, but rui only repeats it. wumuti has to remind himself to let his jaw go lax, accommodating the pace rui seems to be trying to set fucking into his mouth.
he falls back a little, forced to look up at rui as he uses his mouth to get off. both hands are keeping his head in place, and his cock is bruising the back of his throat with every thrust. wumuti tries not to choke, tries to breathe through his nose, but it feels impossible when his face hits rui's pelvis with every particularly hard thrust, fogging up his glasses too. he feels totally helpless, to rui's disposal, and it makes him twitch in his own pants, but he doesn't dare do something about it other than press his thighs together. “i wonder if people know this is the most effective way to shut you up. just gotta fill your mouth up when you get too cocky, fuck it out of you, and you give up all control.”
rui tries to sound composed too, but his voice is breathy, shaky, clearly nearing his own orgasm. his words make wumuti shudder, whining pathetically as rui abuses his throat, the vibrations of it pulling a groan out of him. there's tears rolling down his face from the harsh thrusts, splattering against his glasses and joining in the mess of spit and precum around wumuti's lips as he's forced to sit back and take it. “fuck, i'm gonna cum.”
wumuti sniffles as he braces himself for it, ready to swallow it all and be good like how rui has trained him to do. he can barely process rui pulling out abruptly, gasping loudly as he takes in deep breaths at long last, choking a little on his spit, too. he's blinking up through wet lashes at rui, confused as he watches him jerk himself off instead. his lips are parted as he breathes heavily, and his tongue instinctively rests on his bottom lip to welcome what's to come. it only takes a couple more seconds before rui shoots stripes of white all across wumuti's face, missing his tongue almost entirely, on purpose, his main focus being his glasses. wumuti gasps quietly as it hits his face, closing his eyes out of habit. peeking through half a parted eyelid a little confused as he hadn't felt it hit his upper face, only moaning loudly as he saw it coating his glasses. he could feel it across his cheeks, some on his lips, and he looks downright pathetic as he looks up at rui, all ruined and disheveled.
his hair is a mess from all the tugging, his glasses are crooked and covered in his cum, as is his face overall. there's tears drying on his cheeks, and his eyebrows are furrowed as he pleads with his eyes. “please.” he croaks out, not even too sure what he's asking for. his voice surprises him, concern now evident on his features as it hit his ears, cracked and broken. it suddenly dawned on him that they could not have picked a worse time for this, and he scrambles forward on his knees, as if clinging onto rui would solve this. “fuck, rui, my voice! oh my god, my throat hurts.”
talking makes him wince, the harsh fucking into his throat has left it with a stinging pain the more he tries to talk, and his voice betrays exactly what just happened. he pales at the realisation, trying to clear his throat, to shake away the sound of his own voice cracking every other syllable.
rui looks far too amused to even try to hide. he's tucked himself back into his pants, and he has his arms crossed over his chest with a big lopsided smile, eyebrows raised, pleased. “oh no, baby. how are you gonna flaunt your own vocals now? how are you gonna record? don't you think the producer will make you sing it again and again until your voice doesn't sound like you just got used?” wumuti whimpers at the realisation that this was all his plan all along, trying to look up at him through his dirty glasses. “that's so mean!”
the way his voice breaks again makes wumuti whine, and he has to blink away new tears. rui has found a stack of tissues close by, and he coos condensendingly as he wipes away the cum from wumuti's face, purposely leaving his glasses be. “i could be a lot meaner if you keep this attitude up.” it works in silencing wumuti, who swallows hard, wincing as he gets off the floor, a dull pain burning at his knees. he takes his glasses off at last, keeping them tucked and hidden away with the plan to wash them properly as soon as they're outside.
conveniently enough for everyone but wumuti, hyun and haru are passing by when they start walking away from the room they just retreated to, telling them the producer called them over again for the final part of recording. rui has to bite down on a victorious smile, even more so as he watches the terror wash over wumuti's face. he keeps his glasses hidden as he walks along, keeping his head low, hoping they won't notice the way his face is burning red.
“did rui hyung finish his recording too?” haru asks oh so sweetly and rui is a second away from laughing in wumuti's face as he sucks in a deep breath, mustering a smile at haru and clearing his throat a little. “yeah, it went perfect this time.” but his voice still betrays him, cracking near the end, and this time rui has to stay a step or two back to giggle.
wumuti dreads it as they reach the studio and he has to go into the booth this time, trying to prolong it, to avoid it. the other three are sitting on the couch outside, cheering him on so excitedly that it makes him burn in embarrassment. he tries to clear his throat, tries to cough, tries to do vocal warmups, but as soon as he tries to sing into the mic, he has to apologise to the producer, who seems confused by the sudden change.
“i.. i think i must be falling sick, and doing all this singing earlier today probably only made it worse. i'm so, so sorry, do you think it would be able to continue tomorrow? i will take care of my voice today to give it my best tomorrow. i'm so sorry!”
the producer gives him the green light with well wishes as hyun and haru exchanges a little concerned look, but all wumuti can focus on is rui, leaned back against the couch with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed as he stares directly at wumuti through the glass, a smirk on his lips.