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“That is not real.”
“No but it is! Listen! I’m telling you I’ve never felt that aroused in my life!” Matthew vehemently argues, “Gunwookie and I-“
“Enough.” Hao cuts Matthew off, lifting a hand to his face. “Please do not tell me any more details about you and Gunwook’s sexual endeavors.”
“Okay, okay, but I’m telling you it works! I literally bought it as a joke but it seriously works!” Matthew desperately tries to get Hao to hear him out. Hao will not be convinced that a piece of chocolate could have that significant of an effect. “The only thing in there is probably some random spice or herb that’s fabled to be an aphrodisiac, it’s most definitely just a placebo effect.” Hao states matter-of-factly.
“Well sorry, I didn’t know you were part of the aphrodisiac authorities.” Matthew mumbles, sounding sarcastic yet dejected.
“The wha- whatever. Never mind. Where did you even get that anyways?”
“Tiktok shop.”
“You’re joking.”
“What?!” Matthew exclaims defensively. Hao lets out a sigh, “Is that even MFDS approved?” Matthew’s eyes divert, suddenly much more interested with the wooden floor of his dorm rather than his current conversation with Hao.
“…Don’t know.” He pouts for a moment, then his head suddenly perks up “Gunwook and I both ate it though and we’re fine! We’re especially fine after the s-“
“Enough.”
“Sorry, okay, seriously it’s fine, nothing bad happened, and it works!” Matthew pleads to Hao, completely determined to persuade him of the effects of his newfound treat. Though, Hao will not falter. “If it’s not the normal stuff that's infused with herbs and spices, it’s probably laced with Viagra or something. Or some other weird substance or drug. I don’t know. Whatever it is, I am not trying it.”
Matthew sighs, shoulders slumping in defeat. A sad expression takes over his face. An expression that unfortunately, tugs at just the right heartstrings in Hao. Feeling sorry for his group-mate and dear friend, but too stubborn to back down, Hao comes up with a solution that will slightly alleviate some of Matthew’s sadness—but will still leave Hao strong in his stance. Or well, strong enough.
“Give me the stupid chocolate.”
“Huh?”
“I said give me the chocolate.”
Matthew’s eyes light up “Really?! You’re gonna try it?! See! I told you, just try it, what’s the worst that’ll happen!” Matthew excitedly scrambles to his desk, rummaging through a drawer and pulls out what looks like a typical chocolate bar. He eagerly hands it over to Hao. Hao looks at it for a moment, choosing to ignore the label in fear of his rational, not make-seok-matthew-smile-again brain taking over. He quickly snaps off a row, and puts it in his mouth. As he bites into it, his face sours slightly. It doesn’t taste the greatest, a bit bitter in a weird way, but it isn’t the worst thing he’s ever eaten.
“Wait, hyung! You’re only supposed to eat one square!” Matthew exclaims, voice a bit panicked. “And wait—Why are you eating it here?! Wait until you’re in your own dorm, man!”
“It doesn’t matter because it isn’t real. It’s a placebo so it’s not going to work on me, I could eat this whole thing and be fine.”
How many pieces were in a row? Hao looks down at the bar in his hand. Four pieces. Oh well, like he said, it’s definitely not real so it definitely doesn’t matter.
♡♡♡
A little over half an hour later, Hao starts to feel a bit… off. He tries to ignore it, attempting to pay attention to the action flick that Matthew had turned on. He tries to focus on the taste of the fried chicken they’ve been eating. The feeling of the carbonation of his coke zero hitting the back of his throat. Anything other than the growing uncomfortable feeling settling deep in his stomach.
Unfortunately for him all of his senses are quickly starting to feel dull against it, and a feeling of warmth is beginning to grow between his legs. He wasn’t aroused or anything—he’s just imagining things, right? Maybe he’s tired. The chocolate subconsciously got to his brain. He reminds himself, it’s not real.
In not too much time, Hao realizes that he's been unconsciously rocking his leg back and forth, in a fruitless attempt to alleviate the feelings that are growing in his lower body. It’s no use, he knows he’s getting aroused. No matter how much he doesn’t want to believe it, he can tell that this is going to become a problem very quickly. And so, Hao gives up. Hao is usually not a quitter, but when it comes to trying to mentally will away an impending hard-on in his friends dorm, he concludes that retreat is the smartest choice.
“I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm.”
“What? We haven’t even finished the movie!” Matthew whines. Hao prays he can get out of there before Matthew’s heart wrenching cuteness gets to him once again. It’s already caused enough problems for the day.
“I’m feeling really tired today, and I ate too fast so I feel a bit ill.” Hao says, trying to seem as natural and unscripted as possible. “I also want to be home before Hanbin is. His schedule is over soon so I should hurry up and go.”
Matthew pouts dramatically for a moment, but his face quickly shifts into a questioning look, and then settles into a knowing look. “Ohhh.” Matthew smirks. “I see, it’s okay Hao-hyung. We can finish it next time.” Hao grabs his things and stands up to leave.
“It is not because of the chocolate.” He says, a tad too defensively.
“Uh-huh, sure... goodnight Hao-hyung!”
“It’s not the chocolate!” The door to Matthew’s room loudly clicks shut.
♡♡♡
Truthfully, Hao did not want to be home before Hanbin. If anything, he’d rather return when Hanbin was already fast asleep in his bed. But considering his current “issue,” anywhere other than the safety of his own dorm was out of the question.
He could go to his room, or Hanbin’s. His own room seems like the safer choice, but if he goes there rather than waiting in Hanbin’s bed, Hanbin will be worried. So, he settles on the usual, figuring sticking as close to routine as possible will alleviate any possible suspicions. It’ll be even better if he can fall asleep in here, then there won’t even be a chance for Hanbin to suspect a thing! His schedule should be over soon—Hao prays it goes late. (He’ll make it up to Hanbin later, but discreetly, so he doesn’t suspect Hao did anything.)
Hao’s phone lights up with a faint buzz.
Hanbinnie:
I’ll be home in 30! Miss you baobei❤️
Okay, great. Hao groans. This is already not working out how he wanted it to. By now, the uncomfortable feeling between his legs has grown stronger, even just the friction of his clothing making him shudder. But that chocolate is not real, this is just a fluke, and everything’s fine. It’s just stress, or hormones, or something. Something that is not that goddamn chocolate.
After sending Hanbin a quick ‘okay, i love you❤️❤️’ Hao decides his best option is to do his best to fall asleep before Hanbin gets home. Hao tucks himself into his side of the bed, nuzzling his head into the pillow that's there especially for him. (Hanbin’s arm is better, but he’ll have to suffice without it for tonight.)
Twenty minutes pass, and Hao has gotten not even a fraction closer to sleep. If anything, he’s more awake than when he started. And he is also now half-hard, from nothing.
Hao turns over, groaning loudly into the pillow, partially from sheer frustration, but also from the sudden pressure to his groin. He’s embarrassed, ashamed, and he doesn’t want to admit to himself that Matthew was right. Even though Matthew would never know, (because he obviously bought Hao’s lie, right?) just knowing it himself was enough of a blow to his ego. But there he lays, all hot and bothered from an overdosage of sex chocolate.
With the clock rapidly ticking, Hao decides it’s time for a new plan—said plan being fake sleeping. Hanbin will get home, see that Hao is “asleep,” and quietly get ready for bed. He will then peacefully sleep next to him, not knowing a thing. Then Hao will either one, actually fall asleep, or two, lay there in agonizing horniness until it’s 3am and his rationality is gone. Then he can quietly sneak off to shower, deal with his “problem” and wash away his shame, all in one! Perfect! Hao turns to the wall and closes his eyes, pulling the blanket tight around his head. Unfortunately for Hao, Hanbin can always tell, without fail, when Hao is pretending to sleep.
Hao chooses to ignore this fact.
A mere ten minutes after Hao has assumed his highly convincing sleeping position, the door to Hanbin’s room opens. He hears Hanbin quietly come inside.
“Hao?”
Hao stays completely still, doing his best to keep his breathing steady. He can hear Hanbin’s movement pause for a moment and can sense that his eyes are studying him. Hanbin begins to move again, shuffling around his room getting ready for bed. The familiar sounds of Hanbin do some good to soothe Hao, but not enough to lull him to sleep. He prays Hanbin will hurry it up today and go to bed. He hears the door open once more, and then the room is silent. Though, just in case, Hao does not move.
A few minutes later, Hanbin’s door opens again.
“Hao, I know you’re not asleep.”
Of course, he should’ve seen this coming. Well, he did, but he ignored it. Though, Hao stays committed to his role and doesn’t move an inch. He feels Hanbin’s weight sink onto the bed, and then a warm hand is on his buried shoulder.
“Hao?” a soft voice from above. Hao persists. Hanbin’s hand leaves him, though he can feel that he’s still sitting next to him. Has he won? Has he finally won this game? Hao internally cheers, shocked—yet relieved he’s finally succeeded. Then, Hanbin’s hand is on him again, and begins to shake him gently.
“Hao, I seriously know you’re awake right now, what’s wrong?”
Damn it, he should’ve known he couldn’t fool Hanbin. Yet, Hao stays still, hoping that by some miracle he could still succeed. That is until Hanbin lightly pokes a finger into his side. He flinches. Show’s over. Hao lets out a small whine, curling his body in and pulling the blanket tighter over his head. Maybe Hanbin will just leave him be for the night. He feels Hanbin’s presence retreat. Alright, awesome, great! Hao relaxes, expecting Hanbin to lay down and sleep.
After a couple of minutes, Hanbin’s laughter fills the room.
“Hao, are you serious?”
Hao ignores him. Why is he laughing? Is he serious about what?
“I made Matthew tell me what’s wrong with you.”
Okay great, Thanks Matthew. Hao’s never succumbing to his pouting face, ever again. Matthew probably told Hanbin that he’s ungodly aroused due to sex chocolate, and not his totally truthful answer of being tired and eating too fast.
Hao sinks impossibly further into himself, curling up as tight as he can, trying his best to avoid any unnecessary pressure to his still, maybe now a little more than half-hard dick. Anyways, would Hanbin really believe in that stupid sex chocolate? Because it’s totally definitely one hundred percent not real. At all. This is just a coincidence. He’s just randomly feeling horny, happens to the best of us, right? Whatever it is, Hao is not aroused because of some chocolate. At all.
Hanbin grips his shoulder firmly, and in one easy movement has Hao turned onto his back. Being manhandled like that is not doing good things for his current situation. He turns his head back towards the wall he had just been facing. Hanbin gently grabs his face, turning it towards his own. Hao stares, hoping his very angry, very threatening, very not cute expression will tell Hanbin to leave him alone and let him sleep. Hanbin presses a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“I love you.”
Hao may be stubborn, but ignoring an ‘I love you’ was off limits. He quietly mumbles “I love you.” back.
“Are you embarrassed? Hao, it’s okay.”
Hao’s resolve is beginning to crumble. Yes, he is embarrassed, unbelievably so. Maybe he shouldn’t be, it’s not like they haven’t had sex before. They’ve had lots of sex, Hanbin has seen every inch of his body by now. Though, being uncontrollably horny due to your own stubbornness is just a little too much for Hao to handle at the moment. But, that feeling is starting to seem more bearable than laying there with his dick hard and aching for who knows how many hours.
“Aren’t you tired? You were out on a schedule all day.” Hao is actually concerned about that. On days where one or both are that busy, if they’re feeling up to anything, it’s never more than a quick handjob or something of the like. They’re usually too exhausted and needing to rest as much as they can for whatever they have going on the following day. And Hao can tell that a quick handjob is not going to do it for him at this point.
“Not anymore.” Hao finally brings himself to look at Hanbin, expecting to be met with a teasing look. Instead he’s met with nothing but love and adoration—but a glint of excitement as well. Leave it to Hanbin to smile so purely regardless of how dirty the context may be.
“The most beautiful man in the world, the love of my life, is currently laying in my bed, terribly aroused.” Hanbin laughs at that last part, and leans down to press a kiss to Hao’s lips. “How could I just go to sleep in those kinds of circumstances?”
Saying nothing, Hao kisses him back.
Hanbin doesn’t need to hear anything from Hao to understand him, to know what he wants and needs.
Hanbin wastes no time and quickly deepens the kiss, tonguing into Hao’s mouth with fervor. Hao immediately melts into it, sighing into the kiss. He frees his arms from his cocoon, wrapping them around Hanbin’s neck. Hanbin pulls away and gazes into Hao’s eyes. Hao whines at the loss.
“Hanbin, please.” Hao whispers shakily. His dick is aching.
“I know, baobei.”
Hanbin pushes Hao flat into the mattress, simultaneously swinging himself over him. He continues to kiss Hao with passion, his tongue ravenously exploring every inch of his mouth. The slide of their tongues together causes Hao to whimper. Kissing Hanbin like this has always turned him on, but not like this. He feels a level of need that he’s never felt before, an almost primal hunger burning through his body.
Hanbin begins to trail down his neck, covering its expanse with open-mouthed kisses. As he works over Hao’s skin, he lightly nips at him, making sure not to leave any visible marks. Hao’s head is already spinning, and they’ve barely even started. His arms, which are now wrapped around Hanbin’s back, give a few gentle taps, signaling to Hanbin that he needs more. They’re on a time-crunch, and Hao needs to be properly fucked.
And as always, Hanbin knows what he needs.
Hanbin immediately has a hand wandering under the hem of his shirt, stroking the soft skin of his stomach, squeezing at his waist. Every touch to Hao’s skin feels like fire. Hanbin gently lifts Hao’s upper body off of the mattress, pulling Hao’s shirt up and over his head. He continues his pursuit and lets a hand linger at one of his nipples, grazing over it softly. This alone causes Hao to let out another whimper as he begins to squirm underneath the touch. Hanbin’s hand leaves his chest, making its way to his shoulder. He presses Hao back down, holding him as steady as he can. Hanbin’s head lowers, his mouth trailing across his chest, coming to a halt on the nipple he had just abandoned. Hanbin licks and nips at the bud, while Hao’s hips rut against the air in desperation. Hanbin shifts one of his legs up between Hao’s, immediately met with a hard roll of hips.
“Ahh—Hanbin, Hanbin” Hao near begs, sounding as if he were about to cry. He grinds hard against Hanbin’s leg, picking up a sloppy and desperate pace. His dick has been aching for far too long, and the chance of any sort of relief takes over every other instinct he has.
Hanbin makes his way back up to Hao’s face as Hao continues to desperately rut against him. Hao pathetically whimpers as he moves, tears brimming in his eyes. His face is flushed red, his gaze on Hanbin hungry and wanting. Hanbin watches for a moment, mesmerized by the sight of the man below him.
“Shit—Hanbin“ Hao’s hips begin to jerk erratically, he grabs Hanbin’s shoulders and pulls him down so that his face is in the crook of his neck. Hanbin would like to watch his lover, but Hao has him locked in an iron grip.
Hao is losing any semblance of composure, as if he had much in the first place. He’s pulling Hanbin along with his current, and Hanbin happily floats along.
Hao is surprised he hasn’t come yet. With how heightened everything feels, getting to this point without the help of some suspicious chocolate would’ve definitely already had Hao unraveling.
He needs to hurry up and get this dealt with.
“Hanbin, more. I need more.”
Hanbin smiles, and presses a chaste kiss to his cheek as his hand travels downwards. Hanbin’s fingers tuck under the waistband of Hao’s pants and underwear and begins to pull them down. Hao’s cock is freed, hard and flushed pink to the tip. Hanbin shoves Hao’s clothes somewhere onto the floor and stares down at the bare body beneath him. His gaze, while still oozing with love, is enveloped by something more primal and ravenous. Hao stares back, anticipation stirring deep in his gut for what’s about to happen. For what he so desperately needs to happen.
“Hanbin.” Hao fists at Hanbin’s shirt, “Clothes. Off.” Hanbin obeys immediately. He sits back on Hao’s legs and pulls his shirt off his body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Hanbin’s half naked body already has Hao salivating. Hanbin awkwardly shuffles out of his pants, kicking them off of the bed. The sight of Hanbin’s cock—already hard and dripping—causes Hao’s stomach to twist. He doesn’t think that he’ll ever get used to how much he can arouse Hanbin before even touching him properly. He almost wishes he could just sink his mouth around him, and let Hanbin use his throat however he needs. But right now he desperately needs Hanbin inside of him, and he’s running out of time for that to happen.
“Hanbin, hurry” Hao whines, “please.”
Hanbin makes quick work of retrieving the lube out of his nightstand, uncapping it with impressive speed and coating his fingers in a generous amount. Hanbin presses a tender kiss to Hao’s mouth as he pushes a finger fully inside of him with no warning.
The sudden intrusion sends a wave of pleasure through his body. His senses are heightened to an extent he didn’t know was possible, the relatively small intrusion giving him relief—but also an agonizing need for more.
Hao moans loudly as Hanbin’s finger works inside of him. Embarrassed by the level of pleasure he’s experiencing from just a single finger, Hao attempts to bite back any more moans begging to escape his throat.
Hanbin peppers kisses across Hao’s face, his free hand switching between stroking Hao’s face and running his fingers through his hair as if he is trying to take in as much of Hao as he can at once.
“Why are you trying to be quiet?” Hanbin says in between kisses. “Let me hear you.”
“I’m really embarrassed.” Hao chokes out.
“Don’t be.”
“But—”
Hao’s sentence is promptly cut off by Hanbin adding another finger, his attempt to speak allowing another loud moan to escape his lips.
“There we go.” Hanbin laughs lightly before beginning to once again trail his mouth along Hao’s neck, his lips feel like fire against his skin as he hungrily sucks and licks at the flesh. Hao wails as another finger is added right as Hanbin bites particularly hard into a spot he knows Hao loves.
The room is quickly filled with Hao’s moans, no longer being held back—although, even if he wanted to, his attempts would most definitely be fruitless. Hanbin mercilessly pumps his fingers, stroking Hao’s prostate with expertise.
Usually this process would go on much longer—Hanbin especially enjoys prepping Hao, always making sure to have him a whimpering mess before continuing. Hao typically greatly enjoys it as well, but because of those goddamn chocolates, Hao feels he’s crossed the line of being desperate and ready at the first finger.
“Mph—Bin, hurry, hurry.” Hao cries, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. “I can’t wait any longer, it hurts, please.”
“Okay, baobei, hold on.” Hanbin smiles fondly, pulling his fingers out, the wet squelch as he’s emptied causes Hao to shudder.
Hao squirms, legs spread, waiting desperately as Hanbin works his own dick with a mixture of the lube already on his fingers and his own precum. He’s waited desperately for Hanbin before—as teasing him is one of Hanbin’s favorite things to do—yet right now, the level of downright horniness he’s experiencing has him feeling almost nothing but ashamed.
Shame aside, Hao doesn’t think he can wait another second. He hooks his arms under his own legs, lifting them as he spreads them as far as he comfortably can—leaving his wet, twitching hole on display. He feels like an animal in heat, unbelievably desperate to be fucked. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing heavy as he waits. Hao lifts his head, locking eyes with Hanbin, who is now staring at him with an almost psychotic gaze.
“Hanbin, now.” Hao pathetically cries.
“Fuck.” Hanbin mutters, “fuck—” He moves closer to Hao, hastily pulling his hips up, and promptly lines himself up against Hao’s already slick rim.
Hanbin hisses as he pushes into Hao in one strong movement, the meeting of their bodies pushing Hao back into the bed with force. Hao keens at the feeling.
“Do you feel okay?” Hanbin questions, staying still in his position.
“Yes, yes, Hanbinnie, move— please.”
Hanbin takes Hao’s hands off of his legs, repositioning them so that Hao’s knees hook over his shoulders. He guides Hao’s hands to either side of his head, folding him nearly in half, pressing their bodies close. The position forces Hanbin’s dick even deeper inside of Hao, drawing a guttural moan out of him.
The sensation is different than anything he’s felt before, his sense of touch so amplified that the feeling of Hanbin inside of him is almost painfully overwhelming, yet he somehow feels like he needs even more.
Hanbin quickly complies with Hao’s request—able to sense that right now is not the time for teasing. He immediately picks up a brutal pace, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through Hao’s body. Hao cries out loudly as Hanbin hits his prostate dead-on with each thrust. He feels as if he is already about to come, his dick hard and pathetically dripping all over his stomach.
The coiling in his stomach tightens, Hao knows he’s close.
“I’m gonna— Hanbin—” Hao gasps desperately.
Hanbin reaches a hand between them.
“I’ve got you.” Hanbin brushes Hao’s hair off of his sweat-slicked forehead, and places a soft kiss there as he wraps his hand around Hao’s aching cock.
Hanbin speeds up his rhythm, pumping his fist in perfect time with his thrusts. Hao holds his breath, closing his eyes as his entire body tenses. Hanbin groans deeply as Hao clenches hard around his cock, locking his ankles together behind Hanbin’s neck.
“I’m not gonna last much longer.” Hanbin mutters into Hao’s ear. The hotness of Hanbin’s breath against his skin causes Hao’s own breath to hitch. Hanbin grunts above him, the pattern of his thrusts starting to become erratic, but he can tell that Hanbin is trying to control himself. Hao realizes that Hanbin is probably trying to hold out so that Hao can come first, and this realization alone tips Hao over the edge.
Hao sobs, his entire body convulsing as he comes all over Hanbin’s hand and his own abdomen. Hanbin follows right after, pulling out and letting his release join Hao’s own on his stomach. The sensation of Hanbin’s cock leaving him makes his vision blur.
Usually at this point, Hao would be spent. One intense round and he’s ready to sleep for hours. Hanbin, on the other hand, could go for two—or sometimes even three rounds before he’s fully satiated. When Hao’s up to it, he’ll indulge Hanbin—the high he gets from being so strongly desired powers him through. Although their sex drives can be quite different—they still somehow complement each other. But right now—instead of the usual, where Hao is left limp and aching after Hanbin’s had his fill of his hole—Hao thinks he needs Hanbin’s dick until it breaks off inside of him.
Hao breathes heavily, laying limp against the mattress, his eyes glazed over as he stares at the ceiling. Horrifyingly enough, he can already feel his dick beginning to perk up again in interest. Is that even possible!?
What the fuck was in that chocolate. Hao thinks he might kill Matthew.
He feels Hanbin move over him, his weight shifting as he begins to get off the bed. Definitely assuming the usual, Hanbin is getting up to grab a warm towel to clean Hao up, then afterwards he will lovingly cuddle him to sleep. As much as Hao would like this right now, his body screams otherwise.
“Hanbinnie,” Hao whines.
“Oh! Sorry, sorry.” Hanbin leans down and presses a gentle kiss to his lips and gives his hand a squeeze before pulling away again. Hanbin thinks Hao didn’t want to be left without a kiss. Which is true, or well, usually is true, but right now Hao still needs Hanbin. Carnally.
“No—” Hao covers his face with his arm, head turned away from Hanbin “not done.”
Hao turns his head slightly towards Hanbin, eyes peeking out from behind his arm. He can almost hear the thought process going on in Hanbin’s head as his eyes scan over his body.
“Oh.”
It’s not hard to turn Hanbin on, or back on. If anything it’s hard to turn him off.
Hanbin’s tongue darts across his lower lip as his eyes continue to trail over Hao’s body. “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” his voice is barely above a whisper as he climbs back over Hao. Expecting a kiss, Hao closes his eyes—but Hanbin’s lips don’t meet his. He feels Hanbin’s body beginning to move away.
“Where are you g—” Hao’s words are cut off by his own moan, pulled deep from his throat as Hanbin sinks his mouth around his overly sensitive cock without warning. Immediately bobbing his head, Hanbin licks and sucks exactly the way he knows Hao likes it.
Hao’s moans and whimpers fill the room as Hanbin continues to take him in his mouth, Hao’s cock hitting the back of his throat as his hips uncontrollably jerk up to meet Hanbin’s lips. Hanbin groans around his length, sending vibrations up his cock. Vibrations that seemingly travel throughout his entire body as he shudders violently, hand flying into Hanbin’s hair and gripping tightly.
Hao tangles his fingers into Hanbin’s hair as he mindlessly shoves his head down further onto his cock, his mind too hazy to think about what he’s doing—thank god their schedule tomorrow doesn’t require singing. Hanbin takes it with no complaints, letting Hao take whatever he needs. If anything, the pain only spurs him on. The sounds from his mouth are wet, loud, and terribly erotic. This alone has Hao feeling heated to a level he can hardly comprehend. Hanbin hollows his cheeks hard around Hao and brings a hand up to his perineum. Hao gasps at the finger beginning to massage the skin, body jerking and his free hand gripping the sheets so hard he fears he could rip them.
“Hanbin— Hanbin” Hao splutters, “Hanbin please, please.” He’s not sure what he’s begging for.
Hanbin looks up at him through long eyelashes, a gaze far too fond and pure to belong to someone currently taking him down his throat. Hao looks down at him, hand still tangled in Hanbin’s hair, meeting his gaze with tear brimmed eyes as his throat produces sorry whimpers.
Hanbin’s fingers that had been vigorously rubbing at Hao’s perineum travel further back to his hole, still stretched from being fucked minutes prior. Using the spit that’s been dripping from his mouth, and the leftover lube that’s still a mess between his legs, Hanbin plunges three fingers inside. Hao wails, back arching hard off the bed as Hanbin quickly makes work of massaging his prostate with practiced precision.
Hao’s hips jerk erratically as Hanbin deepthroats him, fingers violently milking his prostate. The sight of Hanbin’s mouth around him, and his arm working to fuck into him is downright obscene. Hao throws his head back, the view along with the intense pleasure becoming too much for him to bear. It takes only a few more seconds until Hao comes again, his hips stopping with one final thrust deep into Hanbin’s throat as he spills inside of him.
Once Hao comes down from his high, Hanbin carefully pulls himself off of his dick, trying to be mindful of the oversensitivity Hao must be feeling after coming twice in a short period of time. Hao whines at the light drag of Hanbin’s mouth, the fingers he had entangled in his hair loosening. Hanbin travels back up Hao’s body, capturing his mouth in a tender kiss, gently pulling his fingers out of his hole. The somehow even worse than before squelching sound causes Hao to blush in shame. Although, the reverence in which Hanbin treats him is enough to distract him from the feeling.
After all this Hao expects to be relieved and ready to sleep off his embarrassment—and ready to swear Hanbin to secrecy to never mention this ever again.
But, relief doesn’t come so easily.
After using his discarded shirt to sloppily wipe the cum and lube off of Hao’s abdomen, Hanbin has now settled down next to Hao—pulling him into a warm embrace and gently brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead.
Hao wishes he could just fall asleep like this.
He really does.
Hao’s heart won’t slow down, he tries to control his breathing, although his breaths still come out shakily. He does his best to lay still and not start squirming in Hanbin’s grasp. Hanbin can sense that something’s still bothering Hao—he continues to stroke Hao’s hair, peppering kisses on his head, in an obvious attempt to soothe him.
Somehow, Hao’s dick still aches.
Hao is already embarrassed enough, he does not want to do this again. Well, he would like to be fucked again, but desperately begging your boyfriend to get you off for the third time in a row when you both have to be up early the next day? No thanks. Hao attempts to will his dick down with sheer brain power. Somehow though, it just gets worse. It seems like Hao is going to have to throw away all semblance of shame if he wants to sleep at all tonight. They’re busy tomorrow for God’s sake! Sure, Hanbin would be able to go to sleep right now and get somewhat of a good night’s sleep. Hao should probably let him, especially after all he just went through to “help” Hao out after an already long day.
But… what would be the point of that if he had to deal with a crabby, whiny, sleep deprived, and possibly still very horny Hao all day?
Fuck it.
“Hanbinnie…” Hao whimpers. God, why is he already getting hard again!?
“Mm?” Hanbin hums, mouth pressed softly to Hao’s head.
Hao, still too embarrassed for words, simply turns his body to face Hanbin’s, pressing his growing problem against Hanbin’s leg.
“Oh.”
The hand that was gently stroking Hao’s hair stills.
Maybe Hao should’ve just slept. Hanbin’s probably exhausted.
“Never mind, it’s okay” Hao says sheepishly, promptly turning over and pulling the blanket tight over his shoulder. “Let’s just go to sleep.”
Hao shifts around a bit, trying to find the most comfortable position to sleep in while harboring a neglected boner. Finally feeling somewhat comfortable, he shifts a bit back towards Hanbin, allowing their bodies to touch lightly. As much as contact may be dangerous for him right now, the feeling of Hanbin’s warm skin against his own is one of the fastest ways for him to fall asleep.
That is until Hanbin decides to start lazily trailing his lips along Hao’s neck.
“H— Hanbin?!” Hao exclaims quietly “What are you doing?! You’re not helping me sleep if that’s what you’re trying to do!”
Hanbin doesn’t respond with words, instead he begins to suck deeply into the skin where Hao’s neck and shoulder meet, causing Hao to suck in a shaky breath as his body shudders.
“If you keep doing that, then I’m gonna need you to do a lot more.” Hao says a bit irritatedly, as Hanbin feeling him up for a moment with no further intentions isn’t necessarily anything unheard of. Usually Hao doesn’t mind it, it’s quite nice actually. It's comforting and makes him feel loved. But right now, Hao’s not exactly in his right mind. Any thoughts he’s having are still being significantly driven by his dick—so Hanbin being all over him, even if just for a second, is not doing him any favors.
Hanbin’s hand lightly grazes Hao’s lower stomach, causing his muscles to tense.
“I know.” Hanbin murmurs in his ear.
Hanbin continues to lazily kiss the back of Hao’s neck, his hands mindlessly wandering across Hao’s upper body. His hands squeeze at his flesh and brush softly against his nipples. Hao’s body pushes into the touch, desperate for more.
“We don’t have much time, it’s so late…” Hao manages to choke out, his words feeling strained as he tries to contain himself against Hanbin’s touch.
The room becomes silent except for the wet sounds of Hanbin’s mouth and the soft labored breathing coming from Hao. Hao’s body arches as Hanbin’s teeth sink into his skin. His ass meets Hanbin’s dick, which is already half hard once again. Hao’s body shakes as he lets out a loud whine. He’s beyond caring, he just needs Hanbin inside of him, and he needs him now.
“Hanbinnie I can’t wait any more.” Hao cries pathetically.
Before he can process what’s happening, Hanbin, who is now kneeling behind him, has him flipped over—his face dragging against the mattress as Hanbin roughly pulls his hips upwards to meet the height of his cock. Hao uses his arms to give himself some leverage, trying to support his weakened body.
Hao breathes heavily, facing down to the mattress, as he listens to the sounds of Hanbin uncapping the lube. Hao swallows hard, the anticipation of having Hanbin inside of him again causes his body to rush with adrenaline and want. Hao squeezes his eyes shut, fingers gripping into the sheets.
Hao gasps as he feels two fingers enter him at once, immediately scissoring inside of him. Without much wait, Hanbin adds a third, and then a fourth finger—causing Hao to loudly cry out.
Hanbin continues to fuck into him with his fingers, the other hand holding Hao steady by his hip rubs soothing circles into his skin. Hao, feeling more desperate than ever before, begins to push himself back onto Hanbin’s fingers, attempting to drive them even further into himself. Through a mixture of cries and moans, Hao manages to choke out a sentence.
“Need you—” Hao sobs as Hanbin rubs his prostate “need your cock. Please.”
Hao lets out a pathetic whimper at the removal of Hanbin’s fingers, leaving him cold and empty. Though, that doesn’t last for long as he feels Hanbin lining himself up. A breath is punched out of him as Hanbin slams his entire length into him at once, immediately picking up a brutal pace.
Hao makes a strangled noise as Hanbin relentlessly fucks into him. His entire body feels as if it’s on fire. He goes entirely limp, only being held up by Hanbin’s bruising grip on his hips. Hao's head fades to nothing, the overwhelming sensations causing his brain to feel like television static as he mindlessly sputters out what he can hardly recognize to be some unintelligible mixture of Korean, Chinese, and Hanbin’s name. This only spurs Hanbin on, as he somehow manages to fuck him even deeper and harder.
Hanbin shifts the angle of Hao’s hips, allowing him to begin to stroke his prostate with every thrust. Hao lets out a strangled sob, his neglected cock pulses between his legs, dripping a mess onto the sheets below him. The coil building in Hao’s stomach tightens harder than he’s ever felt before, and then releases. Hao lets out a choked wail as his third orgasm crashes through him, his entire body jerking violently as he clenches hard around Hanbin. Hanbin groans behind him, fingers tightening around Hao, pulling Hao’s hips back onto his own cock as he erratically slams into Hao, chasing his own release. With how tight Hanbin’s grip on him is, Hao thinks he may wake up with bruises tomorrow.
Hanbin is close, Hao can tell. He suffers through the intense overstimulation, letting Hanbin take what he needs. He feels Hanbin begin to pull out.
“Don’t!” Hao can’t think of anything other than Hanbin coming deep inside of him.
“Hao, I love you, but—” Hao weakly pushes his body further onto Hanbin’s cock. “We have to be walking out the door in probably less than five hours at this point.” Hanbin’s voice is strained—thrusts having become shallow and slow as he can’t decide whether to be responsible, or to give into Hao.
“Don’t care.” Hao says into the sheets. “Inside, please, please, please.”
Hanbin gives in.
Hanbin’s thrusts quickly pick up their pace, and Hao keens at the overwhelming sensation. His body is being roughly pushed against the mattress as Hanbin nears release. With a few particularly hard thrusts, Hanbin comes deep inside Hao with a groan. After coming down from the high of his orgasm, he gently pulls out of Hao, a mess of cum spilling out of Hao’s hole in the process.
Through his daze, Hao can feel Hanbin’s lips pressing kisses to the back of his shoulders, and can make out the sound of Hanbin’s voice whispering soft ‘I love you’s’ into his skin.
At this point, Hao’s head is devoid of all thought. His body aches and burns everywhere, but the overwhelming desire to come has finally simmered down. He doesn’t even want to know what time it is. That can be Hanbin’s problem. He won’t worry about it until Hanbin drags him out of bed the next morning. He lets his body fall flat into the mattress.
“Hao, we should really clean up before sleeping.”
Hao groans, Hanbin’s right, he’s gross, hair stuck to his forehead and his whole body covered in a sheen of sweat. He can feel various wet spots on the sheets, not caring to figure out whether it’s sweat, cum, tears, or drool. Not to mention the growing mess between his legs. But Hao would rather die than move right now. He’s never been hit by a truck, but he imagines this must be what it feels like.
“Mm’ not moving…”
Hanbin tries to pull Hao lightly by his arm. Hao is nothing but deadweight.
“Tomorrow.” Hao mumbles. Hanbin stills beside him for a moment, contemplating whether to force Hao into getting cleaned up like usual, or to have some pity on him for once and let him sleep. Hao is too far gone to care that Hanbin is conscious enough to where sleeping in these conditions will be very unpleasant.
Hao will make it up to him later. He swears.
The bed dips as Hanbin gives in, climbing in next to Hao. Despite the sweat and cum, Hanbin pulls Hao’s body against his own and gently traces mindless patterns into his skin. Hao begins to finally let himself drift off to sleep.
“Hao.”
“Mmn?”
“Where did Matthew say he got that stuff?”
Hao’s consciousness rushes back.
“Absolutely not. Don’t even think about it.”
♡♡♡
The next morning, Hao’s phone dings.
Matthew: So how was it?
Hao: Can you elaborate??
Matthew: You know what I mean
Hao: If you’re talking about that chocolate, then I'm afraid there’s nothing to talk about
Matthew: Tell that to Gyuvin😕
Shit.
Hao: Wdym
Matthew: Well he showed up at me and Ricky’s door at almost midnight
Hao: Idk maybe he missed Ricky???
Matthew: He literally told us that he heard you start moaning and left immediately
Hao: He was overreacting, Hanbin was just giving me a massage
Matthew: Yeah
Matthew: A prostate massage😂😂😂
Matthew: Okay I'm sorry pls come back I want your honest review
Hao: There's nothing to review
Matthew: We'll see what Hanbin has to say about that
Hao: I will kill you