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Gotak’s shirt lifted up, tantalizing as a piece of sweet candy, as he stretched lazily. He had paused to take a breath along the side of the trail, stilling his legs. Baku’s eyes drifted down towards the stretch of skin revealed until something strange caught his eye. It stood out not because Humin was accustomed to staring at the dip of Hyeontak’s back often-although he did enjoy the occasional peek- but because the careful, dipping ink lines were stark against the rest of Hyeontak’s pale skin. Humin did a double take before the sight fully burnt itself into the backs of his retinas. It was, undoubtedly, a tramp stamp/
Since when? Go Hyeontak certainly hadn’t told Humin he’d be getting a tattoo, let alone a tramp stamp. Whatever the case, it was dangerous territory for Humin. One wrong thought and he’d probably pop a boner- out in public, at that. He gulped and turned to look at a rather interesting looking tree before Gotak called out to him.
“Done with your break? Let’s go, I’m starving, Baku.”
“Yeah… mhm! Hey, wait up, Gogo!” Humin jogged to keep up with his friend. As he ran, though, his eyes wouldn’t stop travelling lower and lower down Gotak’s back until they landed- again and again- at the spot where Humin was absolutely sure he’d seen the beautiful entanglement of ink. It was only when he barely managed to stop himself from tripping over an acorn that he ripped his gaze away.
He felt like a shitty human being for being so entranced by Hyeontak. Here was Gotak, trying to gain some strength in his knee after getting it smashed into pieces, and Humin had the nerve to lust after him like some horny dog with no thoughts in his mind but to press Gotak into a mattress and rub his thumbs over the lines of his tattoo. Shamefaced he swore not to think about the tramp stamp again. He almost kept true to his word.
The thing was, it wasn’t even Humin’s fault. Hyeontak had washed up after dinner and walked out of the humid bathroom with nothing but a towel covering his waist. Unfortunately, it did nothing to hide the design just above the curve of his ass. Humin, slumped over on the sofa, let out an audible choking noise as Hyeontak walked by him.
“...You good? Choking on something…?” Hyeontak curled his lip in mild distaste.
“No, yeah- I’m alright. It’s just-” His eyes refused to meet Hyeontak’s own.
“What?”
“Nothing, nothing.” Baku muttered, “And put some clothes on, for the love of all things holy,” he whispered.
“Hey! I heard that, Park Humin!” Gotak turned to face him.
“Hm? What?”
“...Is this about my tattoo? It’s okay if it is,” face flushing just the tiniest hint of red, Gotak forced out his words.
“It- okay, fine. It is. I just wanted to know why you didn’t tell me when you got it, Gogo…” Baku stammered. It was a half truth. He did want to know. However, he also wanted to see it in all of its glory, preferably as Gotak moaned into his pillow under Baku’s weight.
“Oh my god. Do I really have to tell you everything about my life?” Gotak groaned, “Haah. If that’s all, I’m gonna go to bed I think. ‘Night, Baku.”
Hyeontak only made it to their shared hallway before Humin’s hand met his wrist in a tight, almost bruising grip. “Hey, what? Baku, let me go-”
“I wanted to know, though…” Baku pouted. “You never tell me anything these days, y’know. Never told me you were bringing a guy home last week, either…” He was pathetic, really. Only for Gotak.
Hyeontak sighed. “The hell does it matter to you if I bring someone home? I've seen underwear in your room that wasn't yours before and I've never complained…”
“Is that why you got a tramp stamp?” Humin blurted out. His hands clapped to his mouth loudly as his eyes widened. “I mean- That’s not what I meant to say.”
“Oh, fuck you, Baku. Not everything’s gotta be about you all the time.” Yet Humin could swear that Hyeontak’s gaze had turned shifty. Was that guilt he saw in the other’s eyes?
“It does when you look at me like that, Hyeontak-ah,” he mumbled. Without even realizing it, Baku felt his feet move of their own accord, forcing Gotak backwards towards his bedroom door.
“I knew I shouldn't have gotten the damn tattoo,” Gotak muttered. His hands stuck out awkwardly in a semblance of a barrier between himself and Baku, but his heart wasn't in it and the space in between the two only lessened with every step Baku took. “Baku…”
“It looks good, though,” Baku muttered. “C’mon, turn around for me?” he patted Gotak’s waist with a smirk that was too hopeful to be deemed crafty. When Gotak stilled and gaped, Baku flipped him around so his hands braced against the wall. Humin’s hands trembled ever so slightly when Gotak didn't complain.
He pulled down the towel an inch and brushed the tips of his fingers across the flawless skin there, watching Hyeontak’s head fall forward. “Is it sensitive…?”
“Just a little,” Gotak gritted out, “I got it a little over a week ago so it’s still healing, probably.”
Hyeontak didn't say anything about the extremely compromising position they had found themselves in, nor about the fact that he was letting it happen.
The towel slipped further, encouraged by Humin’s curious fingers, until it loosened and fell to the ground completely. Humin’s breath hitched so violently he almost choked for a second time that day and Gotak’s thighs clenched in surprise as cold air hit his skin.
“Gogo,” Baku voiced, lost in thought.
“Yeah?” Gotak didn't sound much better. His fingers dug into the wall.
“I can't lie; I might do something I’ll regret if you don't stop me right now.” he admitted. Gotak stayed silent for a second before he replied.
“Me-me too…” He hung his head in shame but spread his legs slightly. Baku’s eyes widened at the sight and he began silently pulling his dick out of his pants.
“Kick me if you want me to stop, okay…?” Baku breathed out. His hands found Gotak’s waist again and his thumbs rubbed the tramp stamp gingerly before he lined himself up.
“Wait-!” Baku’s dick rubbed deliciously against the rim of Gotak's asshole before he stopped.
“Huh?”
“Idiot, what about lube? Or condoms? God… use my thighs or something if you’re not gonna be safe.”
“Shit! Sorry, sorry…”
“You don't sound very sorry,”
“I am! I promise I’m so sorry. I won't stick it in, Gogo.” Baku dragged his hands down and wrapped them around Gotak’s thighs, pressing them flush against each other. Then, mouth watering in anticipation, he teased the tip of his cock in between those majestic thighs. Gotak had been running a lot, and it showed.
“Ah!” Hyeontak involuntarily lifted his ass to meet Baku’s hips as Baku pushed into the tight space between his thighs. His feet shifted back and Hyeontak folded forwards to arch his back further. His tramp stamp was in clear view and in beautiful contrast with the rest of his pale back. Baku couldn't help but rut faster into the warm gap. He’d been on edge ever since Gotak had walked by him in only his towel, and was about to cum from his thighs alone.
“Fuck, fuckk… Gogo!” He whimpered. Hazily he noticed Gotak’s arms trembling under the strength of his movements. It didn't matter; he came soon enough, spilling onto the insides of Gotak’s thighs and the ground.
It wasn't enough, he found. He needed more warmth, needed the suction only Gotak’s hole could provide. With a feverish thought he pulled his dick out and slapped it against Gotak's rim.
“Gotak, can I? Please, please…” he whined. “God, I need you so bad right now.”
“Wha- Baku, you're gonna tear my hole in half if you shove your dick in,” Gotak was breathless from taking the brunt of Baku’s rutting, but be laughed incredulously.
“I know what we can use as lube,” Baku suggested. He brought his fingers in between Gotak’s thighs and scooped up the remaining cum, rubbing it between his index finger and thumb. Gotak huffed, but he nodded as if he was also too desperate to think straight.
Eagerly, Baku eased his fingers inside of Hyeontak as quickly as Hyeontak's tensed hole would allow him. “Relax, Gogo, or you’re gonna snap my dick off,” he whispered.
“Fuck you…” Gotak sighed. It trailed off and up into a gasp when Baku slid his dick in, bottoming out in one go. It wasn't smooth but it was enough. He hugged Gotak tight as his mind began to melt from the heat. It was only once Hyeontak started pushing back against his cock that he began to thrust in earnest, slamming his hips hard against Gotak's ass in an attempt to make him see stars the way Humin was.
Hyuntak cried out desperately, cheek pressing into his door, as he couldn't do anything but take Baku in. His cries turned into sobs and praise once he realized Baku wasn't slowing down.
“So- hah, good- oh…” Hyeontak’s voice broke.
“Gogo,” Baku mouthed for the nth time that day.
“Hngh?” The sound of slapping skin was louder than either his or Gotak's voices.
“You should-ngh- get a womb tattoo next time, how ‘bout it?” Baku groaned, spilling inside.
“You think there’s gonna be a- Oh, fuckk- next time-?” Gotak laughed, then moaned, and it was music to Humin’s ears.
“You know you want it,” Baku thrusted lightly, riding it his orgasm with a pleasant haze clouding his mind.
“Fuck yeah, I do…” Gotak cried out as he came onto his door.
Baku stroked the tramp stamp one more time, licking his lips at the thought.