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WHAT GROUP IS THIS GUY FROM??
WHO IS THIS
wait what group is this guy from yall
HE LOOKS SO GOOD HOLY
In theory, Kyrell should be happy that his group is getting more visibility from opening for their seniors on tour. In actuality, he truly is. It's great to see so many people recognizing their talent and amazing discography, and to be able to perform in arenas. It's a blessing.
The problem is, nobody told him about the unfortunate side effect of seeing so many people openly thirsting over Jiho.
His Jiho.
The Jiho that Kyrell so often believes he isn't good enough to have. The Jiho that Kyrell wishes he could lock in a tower to have all for himself. It's driving Kyrell insane.
They're in the hotel after the tour's opening concert, the boys sprawled around various pieces of furniture eating takeout.
Kamden makes a joke regarding whatever show's on the TV, and everyone laughs, except Kyrell, who's stuck in an endless hole of Twitter scrolling. He can't stop looking at what people are saying, despite the fact Jiho's next to him right now instead of them.
Eventually, a hand reaches over to lightly push down his phone, snapping Kyrell out of his misery.
It's Jiho, and he's looking at the other with delicate concern.
"Are you okay?" Jiho mouths in English, but all Kyrell can focus on is how beautiful he looks. Jiho's hair is tied up with a flower claw clip, one that Kyrell bought for him from some beauty store in Korea. Strings of blond hair frame his face, and he hasn't taken off his makeup from the concert yet.
His half-eaten sushi has lipstick stains.
"Yeah, sorry." Kyrell responds, placing his phone down gently on the bed between them. Jiho's eyes soften, and he reaches over to intertwine his fingers with the other's. That small touch alone is enough to short circuit Kyrell's system. He's honestly extremely infatuated with Jiho, bordering on obsession.
The other boys laugh again in the background at some joke, but both Kyrell and Jiho are too preoccupied with one another. Kyrell loves the other members, but at this moment he wishes nothing more than for the two of them to be alone.
As if the universe itself is looking out for him, Kyrell gets his wish soon enough.
"Wait, do you guys think 7/11 is still open?" Mackiah asks, his voice cutting through the room.
"Dude. 7/11 is always open." Kamden responds, looking at the other pitifully.
Mackiah's face lights up, and he nearly jumps out of his seat. "I want a Slurpee, really bad."
"They're not that good…" Kamden starts, before being cut off by a loud, enthusiastic "me too!" from Seungmo.
"Can we go get one?" Mackiah asks, his eyes pleading, Seungmo clearly just as excited next to him. Kamden sighs and gets up from his seat on the floor, grabbing his wallet on the table. All the other boys excitedly spring up as well.
"Siyun, you are going to love the 7/11 nachos." Brian smiles, wrapping his arm around the other's neck. Siyun lights up, unbeknownst to the reality of what's being advertised to him.
As the boys file towards the room's door, Kamden looks back at Kyrell and Jiho on the bed almost knowingly.
"I take it you two aren't coming?"
"I'm okay, I've had enough Slurpees in my lifetime." Kyrell smiles, Jiho next to him pretending to be busy with something on his phone.
Kamden nods, but then surprisingly begins to walk back across the room and searches through his bag. Kyrell pretends to be innocently occupied by whatever Jiho's looking at, some random animals on Instagram reels, and in his peripheral vision notices Kamden making his way back towards the door.
Kyrell's then hit on the side of his face with a box of condoms.
"Ow!?"
"Use them, please!" Kamden yells, the door shutting behind him before the other can get out a rebuttal.
Jiho just laughs beside him, his face lighting up beautifully. Sometimes, Kyrell can't believe he's real.
"Why would he even have those?" Kyrell asks, offended.
"Has that been your intention this whole time?" Jiho asks, now laying on his back. His shirt is riding up his stomach, Kyrell can see a hint of his hipbones.
"No! I swear, I'm classy." Jiho laughs more, obviously disbelieving, and he reaches out to trace a finger up the side of Kyrell's cheek. Kyrell closes his eyes and leans into it, like a cat, or a flower leaning towards the sun.
"What were you looking at on your phone earlier?"
The question causes Kyrell's eyes to snap open, the moment broken.
"Huh?"
"You looked upset, by whatever it was." Jiho frowns.
"Nothing. Twitter shows you sad stuff."
Jiho isn't convinced. His eyes hold suspicion, but Kyrell knows exactly how to stop the other from thinking. He reaches over to grab the back of Jiho's locks and pulls him in for a kiss, the other immediately becoming pliant. Jiho's lips move against his perfectly, the other occasionally gasping as Kyrell's hand moves slowly from Jiho's hair down to his side, before eventually reaching his ass.
Kyrell lightly squeezes his ass, illiciting a moan from the Korean. Jiho arches even further into Kyrell's body, the two nearly on top of each other now. Kyrell's not sure how close the nearest 7/11 is, but he doesn't want to take his chances.
Kyrell begins to kiss down Jiho's neck, before reaching his collarbone. The other's wearing a low-v neck, the lines of his chest eccentuated, and Kyrell hurriedly grabs the hem and throws it over Jiho's head. Kyrell continues down his chest, kissing against Jiho's rib cage and stomach as if the other is something reverent. With every movement, Jiho gasps as he lays against the sheets, propped up on his elbows as so that he can watch the other.
Kyrell then reaches Jiho's sweatpants, his v-line peeking over the top. Kyrell kisses it, and Jiho's skin jumps against his lips. The other's legs are spread fully, and Kyrell lays between them as if in prayer. Kyrell begins to kiss his hipbones, before moving onto his clothed thighs. Jiho moans, reaching a hand to grasp Kyrell's locks.
Eventually, Jiho's had enough of the teasing. "Please."
Kyrell looks up through his lashes, leaving a kiss on Jiho's knee this time. Jiho already looks wrecked, his face flushed and his lipstick smeared.
Kyrell feigns obliviousness. "What?"
Jiho swallows loudly, as if he can't get the words out. "Please, touch me."
"Where?"
"Kyrell." Jiho tugs at his hair, frustratingly and so desperate. "My pussy."
Kyrell reaches a finger to trace Jiho through his sweatpants, the other moaning from the touch alone. He's so worked up, and Kyrell hasn't even gotten his mouth on him yet.
"Are you wet?" Kyrell asks, his fingers toying at the band of Jiho's sweatpants. The other nods rapidly, even lifting his hips a bit as to coax Kyrell along. And as much as he'd love to continue teasing Jiho, Kyrell's just as desperate.
Kyrell helps pull Jiho's sweatpants down his legs, before throwing them somewhere in the hotel room. A pair of lacy pink panties reside in their place, damp from Kyrell's earlier actions. Jiho wasn't lying, and it's honestly impressive that he's this worked up from the tiniest bit of foreplay.
"Did you wear this during the concert?"
Jiho nods, biting his lip and spreading his legs further. Kyrell mouths at his inner thigh, now uncovered, and Jiho whines.
"For me?" Kyrell asks, raising a finger to toy with the side of Jiho's panties. His fingers momentarily brush against Jiho's pussy, and Jiho's leg visibly trembles in response. He's sensitive, but usually never this much, and Kyrell wonders if it has anything to do with the fact they've had limited time to themselves as of late.
"Yes, for you." Jiho whines out, his hand tightening it's grasp on Kyrell's hair as the other finally pushes Jiho's panties down his legs, before also throwing them somewhere in the room. Jiho's bare pussy is on display in front of him now, wet and pink and just as beautiful as the last time Kyrell was lucky enough to have him like this.
"Can I eat you out?" Kyrell asks, the other gasping before he can even finish the sentence.
"Yes, yes, holy fuck yes." Jiho nods, pushing at Kyrell's shoulder with one of his ankles.
Kyrell can't wait any longer, the permission is all he needs as he leans forward and licks a stripe up Jiho's pussy, almost as if testing the waters. Jiho's already so sensitive that he arches immediately from the touch, gasping and trying to push Kyrell further onto him.
Kyrell continues to lick at his lips before finally moving down to mouth at Jiho's clit. Jiho's so wet at this point that Kyrell feels as if he could literally drown in the other. His hot breath causes Jiho's pussy to twitch against him alone, and the sight's enough for Kyrell to feel the need to grind against the bedsheets.
Kyrell's tongue grazes Jiho's clit, flicking over the bud persistently. Jiho sobs pitifully and clenches his thighs around Kyrell's shoulders, the other not even attempting to prevent himself from being suffocated.
"Oh my god." Jiho whines, the grip on Kyrell's hair now bordering on painful. Kyrell, once again, doesn't care. If there's anywhere he'd like to die, it's here.
"Kyrell, please." Jiho sobs, Kyrell now spearing his tongue inside the other's pussy at a rapid pace. Kyrell moves a finger up to join his tongue, the digit pushing in and out of Jiho's walls as Kyrell reluctantly detaches himself from Jiho's cunt so that he can talk.
"What?" Kyrell asks, his mouth coated. Now free from his home in Jiho's thighs, he's able to take note of the tears gathering in the corners of the other's eyes.
Jiho's panting, and he can't get the words out immediately as Kyrell's finger continues its minstrations, but eventually he finds them. "I'm going to come."
"Really?"
Jiho whines, nodding rapidly.
"You like my mouth, baby? S'good?"
Jiho nods even more rapidly, and Kyrell adds another finger, almost as a reward. The action causes Jiho to let out a loud sob, one that Kyrell fears could be heard by someone in the hallway. Kyrell loves when Jiho gets like this, desperate, detached, absolutely at the mercy of the other.
"Only I can make you feel this way, right? Only I can wreck you like this?" Kyrell asks, wondering if the other can even process his words.
It takes Jiho a second, Kyrell helping him along by slowing down his fingers, but eventually he does.
"Yes, only you." Jiho pushes against Kyrell's head, as if coaxing him back towards his cunt. Kyrell wants to tease him more, would if they had more time, but he also feels bad for how desperate Jiho is.
"Oh my god, please." Jiho pants, the fingers clearly not enough anymore.
Kyrell gives in and leans his head back down to Jiho's pussy, pushing his tongue back inside until all he can smell and breathe is the other. Kyrell has no idea how long he's down there, how long he feels the pressure of Jiho's hand on his hair and the trembling of his thighs around his head.
At one point, Kyrell spears his tongue a certain way that causes the other to push his cunt against Kyrell's mouth, and with Kyrell being held against Jiho by the other's grasp, he thinks for a second he seriously might die. When he comes up for air momentarily, Jiho sobs at the lack of contact and immediately tries to guide Kyrell's head back.
"I'm so close, please." Jiho begs, Kyrell returning his mouth to him quickly. He runs his tongue along Jiho's clit a few more times, fingerfucking him two digits simultaneously as to help him along. The sound is obscene, it's loud and disgusting, but it also turns Kyrell on. It plays in his head over and over, and it'll play in his head alongside Jiho's moans when he scrolls through Twitter later.
"Oh.. fuck." Jiho whines, before Kyrell feels a rush of wetness cover his fingers, face, and mouth. It's sudden, and it takes Kyrell a second to realize Jiho just squirted all over him. Kyrell leans back, some of the spray beginning to land on his upper arms.
"That's it baby, oh, you're so beautiful Jiho." Kyrell croons, his thumb going to play with Jiho's clit as to help the other along. Jiho whines and sobs throughout his entire orgasm, unable to form even a single intelligible word. He's shaking, his whole body experiencing the aftershocks of being eaten out by Kyrell.
Minutes pass, Kyrell sitting on his haunces across from him, his mouth wet and covered in Jiho's juices. The other's finally blissed out against the sheets, eyes lidded, chest still rising and falling as if he's ran a marathon. His thighs remain quivering.
"Holy fuck." Jiho eventually gasps out, his hand blindly grasping for the other. Kyrell falls onto the bed beside him, curling against Jiho’s side.
Kyrell listens to the other catch his breath for a moment, the rapid rise and fall of his chest feeling like a reward. Eventually, Jiho turns onto his side to face Kyrell, his face still flushed and eyes widened in disbelief.
"What the fuck?"
"You didn't like it?" Kyrell laughs.
"Of course I did, what the fuck?" Jiho lightly pushes at Kyrell's shoulder. "What got into you?"
"Just wanted to eat my boyfriend out, that's all." Kyrell wipes at the sides of his mouth for affect, Jiho still dampening his face.
"You acted like you were starving."
Kyrell hums in response, in a way he was. It's been a while, and there's really no place he likes more than the spot between Jiho's thighs.
Just as Jiho opens his mouth to question Kyrell further, the latter's phone rings with a call. Kyrell reaches for it, the device laying forgotten against the sheets.
Kamden's contact photo greets him, and Kyrell doesn't have to answer to know what the other wants. Kyrell declines, and immediately opens their messages.
Kamden
purposefully broke the elevator [sent 11:58pm]
so that we could all be saved from walking in on you two [sent 11:59pm]
the firefighters just saved us [sent 12:25am]
please be dressed [sent 12:26am]
im about to call you im serious kyrell please be dressed [sent 12:28am]
"Fuck, Jiho!"