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Anxin isn't really a fan of company dinners.
He finds it stupid that they're required to attend them after every leg of the tour. The last thing Anxin wants to do after performing for an entire day is sit around as their staff and managers discuss 'what worked' and 'what didn't work'. And no offense to Leo, but that sounds like a leadership-type duty.
When a manager forces a shot of sake into his hands, Anxin smiles and cheers before Leo takes it from him to dump it. It's why Anxin makes sure to sit next to him at these things whenever possible. Leo understands that he'd rather save 'drunk Anxin' for a worthier event.
Sanghyeon always gets away with not having to drink—something about 'maknae privilege'. Anxin is only six days away from being born the same year as him, but everyone treats him like he's geriatric. Except maybe Leo, who insists he's a baby, and if he's being truthful, Anxin doesn't know which one is worse.
But Anxin gets it—just a bit. There's no one in this world like Chung Sanghyeon. That innocent, adolescent-like aura that seems to paint the outline of his figure lily white. Nothing but a ball of bright energy, and even when he's sad, Sanghyeon seems to cry rainbows like he's hopped right out of a romance manhwa.
"Can we go home now?" Xinlong pouts, head resting on Junseo's shoulder. Anxin lets out a sigh of relief. He was hoping someone would ask soon enough, and with how wasted they are, they're granted permission to go up to their rooms.
As Anxin gets up to leave, a hand curls around his wrist and a head leans down to his ear. Softly, he asks, "Come over tonight?"
'Maknae privilege' seems to extend to hotels, too. Granted, Sanghyeon did win rock, paper, scissors fair and square, but it's still annoying. Their youngest member has a hotel room all to himself for a long weekend.
"I'll think about it."
He frowns, "You'll think about it?"
"Yeah, I'll think about it and let you know after I wash up." Anxin could've been nicer about it, but in his defense, he's exhausted. They all are. Anxin wishes he could sleep for the next month, nonstop, put himself in a medically induced coma or something.
Much to his annoyance, that's not an option.
What is an option is accepting Sanghyeon's invite as soon as he gets out of the shower. After thinking about it, Anxin could do some good with a cuddle session and words of affirmation—both of which Sanghyeon is ready to give to him at all times.
While Leo's in the shower, Anxin helps himself to one of his perfumes—the sweet, spicy kind that he insists isn't a 'girly' scent. He avoids his neck, because Sanghyeon likes kissing him there, and Anxin doesn't want him getting a mouthful of chemical.
"Where are you going?" Leo asks, a towel wrapped around his hips as he uses a smaller one to dry his hair.
"Why do I have to be going somewhere? What makes you think that?"
"You're using my perfume that you only steal when you want to impress someone," Leo deadpans. Anxin stares at him, and Leo returns it. "Ohhh. Going to Sanghyeon's, aren't you? He has the big room."
"Pfft, so what? That doesn't mean that's where I'm going. I have friends here too, y'know?" Anxin huffs. He fixes himself in the mirror—makes sure his hair is all messy but cute, and that his pajama shorts are sat just right on his hips.
"You're wearing pajamas." Anxin can't stand Leo and his nosy, smart mouth sometimes. He doesn't know how he hasn't slapped him yet. "You guys gonna hook up again?"
Anxin just about gives himself whiplash with how quick he turns his head. "What?"
He turns back around when Leo pulls off his towel to get dressed. Anxin is not in the mood for a face full of dick. At least not Leo's at the moment. "You guys aren't as smart as you think, y'know? Not quiet, either. I've had to cover for you so many times. 'Where's Anxin?' 'Oh, I don't know. Maybe the bathroom?' 'Where's Sanghyeon?' 'He said he was stepping out for some fresh air. Not feeling too well today.'"
"That doesn't mean we were—doing anything," Anxin tries to counter.
"I have ears, Xin-ah. What were you guys doing? Drinking slushies? Actually, don't tell me. That was a joke. I don't want to know." Leo goes digging in his suitcase for something, muttering to himself in the mix. Anxin has never been more embarrassed in his life. He wonders how many of them have heard him, especially Sanghyeon. He's so goddamn loud.
"Here." Leo places something rumpled and cool in his palm and closes it for him. Confused, Anxin takes a peek, and mortification fills his bloodstream. "Stay safe, kid."
"Hyung, we are not hooking up tonight. And why do you have this?"
"Listen, you never know."
"And you're preaching this like you have experience? Why do you even have this?" Anxin furrows a brow, but still shoves the foil in his pocket. It's less humiliating than trying to put it back into Leo's hands for some reason.
Leo's eyes widen before he recovers just as quickly. "Don't you have somewhere to be? Sanghyeonie is waiting."
"He can wait," Anxin says, even though he's already at the door and slipping his shoes on.
Sanghyeon's room is just a floor above, all the way at the end of the hall. Far from the elevator, and even further from the rest of their rooms—which is exactly why Anxin is confused to see Sangwon come out of it once he gets to the door.
"Anxinie! Sanghyeon's expecting you." Sangwon smiles and slips past him—not before a back hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Anxin lets himself in through the open door and slips back out of his shoes. "Why was Sangwon-hyung here?"
"Huh?" Sanghyeon sticks his head out of the bathroom. "Oh, Sangwon-hyung? He just wanted to say goodnight and all that stuff."
Anxin hums before he climbs under the plush, white comforter. "I think he and Leo-hyung are fucking."
"What makes you say that?" Sanghyeon yells from the bathroom.
Well, Anxin can't tell him that Leo gave him a condom, can he? "He was being all weird and cryptic before I left."
"That.. makes a lot of sense actually."
"Why do you say that?"
"Um, no reason." Sanghyeon's voice gets a pitch higher. Anxin is ready to question him about it, but it dies in his throat when Sanghyeon emerges from the bathroom.
Anxin is too focused on the bare skin that gets closer by the second as Sanghyeon makes his way over to him. "Where's your shirt?"
"Why?" Sanghyeon puffs out his plump cheeks, "It's hot."
He's not lying. It is hot, but tank tops exist. A loose-fitted tee. Anything but his broad, bare chest.
Somewhere in between there and a 'good night', Anxin ends up in Sanghyeon's lap.
Anxin wraps his arms around his neck when Sanghyeon deepens the kiss, swallowing him whole. It's been a while since they've gotten to kiss like this. There was never time for anything more than a quick peck—the two of them too focused on getting each other off before it was time to go on stage.
And now that Anxin thinks about it, Leo really does squint at him whenever he and Sanghyeon emerge from the same corner, straightening out their clothes as the makeup noonas berate them for fucking up their hair.
But here, in this very moment, Anxin basically has all of the time in the world. He can kiss Sanghyeon as much as he wants, and Sanghyeon can stick his tongue as far as he wants down Anxin's throat.
"Be—careful, puppy." Anxin warns as Sanghyeon licks a stripe along his jaw. It was a pain in the ass to explain a 'mosquito bite' that big last time.
"Hyung." Sanghyeon rests his forehead against Anxin's. He licks his lips before he continues, "I missed you."
Leave it to Sanghyeon to always say something sappy when Anxin is trying to get off. He does it without fail each time. But Anxin finds it so cute—how Sanghyeon can't help but say whatever is on his mind when they're together.
"You saw me all day," Anxin says in between light pecks.
"Not like that," Sanghyeon pouts. "You know what I mean."
Anxin kisses it off his face, impatient as he grinds down into Sanghyeon's lap. His hands find his waist as Anxin tries to cop a feel of Sanghyeon's chest—squeezing the skin where he can.
Sanghyeon mirrors him, sliding his fingers under Anxin's shirt. Something needy escapes Anxin when they reach his pecs, and Sanghyeon rubs his thumbs over each of his nipples. He's so hard, and he lets himself breathe heavily against Sanghyeon's mouth as he grinds down into his crotch.
Sanghyeon grabs handfuls of Anxin's small chest like he actually has a pair of tits. It shouldn't be as hot as it is, but there's something about it that makes Anxin love it. Love how obsessed Sanghyeon is with his chest.
"Hyeonie," Anxin struggles. "Your—I want your mouth. Your mouth, Hyeonie."
Sanghyeon wastes no time hauling Anxin's shirt over his head. He digs his nose into his sternum, placing a trail of kisses until he reaches one of Anxin's nipples and wraps his mouth around it.
"F-fuck." Sanghyeon's dick is poking against his ass, and he whines every time Anxin rubs against it. It's only now that Anxin assesses the situation—they're far from everyone else in a room alone together. They don't have work in the morning, either. Anything could happen.
Sanghyeon moves to his other nipple, using his spit to play with the free one. Anxin pets the back of his head, holding Sanghyeon against his chest as he suckles.
Not the best timing, but Anxin is curious as he asks, "D-do you have a thing for tits? You're so—ah—obsessed with m-mine."
Sanghyeon releases his nipple with a pop, looking up at him. Anxin almost wants to coo—how adorable he is. He flushes red at the question even though he'd been trying to milk Anxin just seconds ago. "Um… yes?"
He continues, "And yours are so cute, hyung. I like them."
"Did your ex have tits? I mean, like mine."
"Uh…." Sanghyeon scratches the back of his head as he leans back into the headboard. Anxin squints—he's taking too long to respond. It's making him uneasy. "Yes?"
"Why are you answering me like that? Give me a real yes or no."
Sanghyeon avoids his eyes, "They were—uh, big."
"Big? Big? Why do you know that? How big were they?" Anxin questions a mile a minute, not letting Sanghyeon get a word in until he's done freaking out. Because what the hell does Sanghyeon mean they were big?
"She would let me touch them sometimes. When we kissed, I mean." Anxin scoffs and shakes his head in disbelief as he climbs off of Sanghyeon's lap, hands trailing after him as he does so.
"Why are you upset, hyung? It was a while ago, and she has nothing to do with you. I like you, hyung. No one else." Anxin almost gives in when Sanghyeon gives him the puppy dog eyes—the ones that (more often than not) get him anything he wants. But not today.
"Show me her."
"Show you her?"
"Yeah, show me what she looks like." Anxin blinks, pointing at Sanghyeon's phone on the side table. He leans over to watch when Sanghyeon obeys—side-eyeing Anxin as he opens up Instagram. "Do you still follow her?"
"Of course not," Sanghyeon frowns. He types her name into the search bar, 'Chung Jia'. They even have the same surname. Anxin laughs in disbelief.
She's pretty—really pretty, like Instagram baddie type gorgeous. Just like Anxin except she has real boobs. Anxin grabs Sanghyeon's phone out of his hands to scroll, getting more irritated the further he goes. Her tits are huge, and Sanghyeon has seen and touched them. Anxin scoffs when he comes across a bikini picture. She even has a fat ass.
"I can't believe you hate me." And you can call Anxin dramatic; he doesn't give two shits. But he has every right to be upset when all Sanghyeon does is grope his chest every time they hook up. Sanghyeon is probably imagining her tits every time he does it.
"What? No, hyung. I—." Sanghyeon tries, and Anxin backs away when he scoots in closer.
Anxin tosses his phone at him. "Go talk to her. Since you want someone with big tits."
"I never said that."
"So you're admitting that I don't have big tits? Wow." Anxin cuts him off when he tries explaining himself again. There was nothing left for Sanghyeon to say. He finds himself tearing up, his bottom lip quivering as he breathes, "Save it. I'm going to sleep."
Anxin slides down into the sheets until he's on his side, lying in the direction away from Sanghyeon. Anxin hears him sigh as he switches off the lamp. He scoots further away when he feels Sanghyeon's presence behind him, like he's about to hug him to sleep. Not happening.
As he drifts off, Sanghyeon whispers into the darkness just loud enough for Anxin to hear, "Hyung, I really do like you. None of that stuff matters to me. Big boobs or not, you're perfect."
—
It's not surprising that Anxin wakes up horny.
What is surprising is how he gets up to pee, brush his teeth, and wash his face, and he's still got a raging hard-on. Anxin is used to it for sure, but it's easier to ignore when you only have fifteen minutes to be downstairs in the car, and adrenaline runs through your veins.
Anxin is only three videos into his daily scroll of cute cat videos when he locks his phone, frustrated, and crawls over to Sanghyeon's side of the bed. He sleeps like a baby—arms raised above his head with his mouth hanging open in a near-quiet snore. Anxin's eyes trail down from his pink nipples to the way Sanghyeon's pants hang low on his hips. He brings his knees closer together in hopes of added pressure to his cock.
"Hyeon-ah," Anxin whispers. He leans over him, two palms splayed on his chest like he's getting ready to sit in Sanghyeon's lap. His face twitches, but he doesn't wake yet. Anxin tries again, louder, "Sanghyeon-ah."
"Mmm, Anxin-hyung?" Sanghyeon croaks, a yawn leaving him as he rubs at his swollen, red eyes. See? Like a little baby. "Why? Is it time to go?"
"No, we have a few more hours. I need you to go brush your teeth, puppy." Anxin places a hand over where Sanghyeon rests his on his waist.
"Why?"
"'Cause I wanna kiss you. 'm horny."
Anxin jumps when Sanghyeon bolts upright and swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He watches, entertained, from Sanghyeon's spot as he rushes through his morning routine—thoroughly brushing his teeth and finishing it off with mouthwash, a cleanser that Anxin made him start using, and a moisturizer to match.
It always makes Anxin feel good how eager Sanghyeon is when it comes to him. Just like everyone else, Anxin gets somewhat insecure too. Maybe too insecure because never in his life has he wanted boobs until he found that Sanghyeon was into them. But Sanghyeon is an angel—so sweet and gentle with his reassurance and actions that sometimes, Anxin doesn't think he deserves the attention from him.
"I'm done, hyung," Sanghyeon announces as he returns. His face is still swollen with sleep, making his cheeks puffier and his lips even fuller.
Anxin shrieks when Sanghyeon gets a grip on each of his thighs and manhandles him until he's flat on his back. "Are you still mad at me?"
'No, I was being silly.'
"Yes."
Sanghyeon frowns, "How can I make it better?"
"You wanna make it better?" Sanghyeon nods, and Anxin intertwines his fingers at the back of his neck. "Then make me come, puppy."
Sanghyeon wastes no time connecting their lips, and Anxin moans, trying to keep up with him. It's lazy with sleep and messy, and Sanghyeon has a firm grip on his chin.
Sanghyeon grinds down into his crotch and Anxin gasps, breaking the kiss in the process. Anxin's fingers slide from his neck down to around each of his arms when Sanghyeon sets a steady pace that sends vibrations through his body.
Sanghyeon attaches his mouth to Anxin's skin when his lips part, baring his neck. Anxin doesn't even have it in him to tell him not to leave any marks, because if Sanghyeon did, deep down, he knows he'd like it. He wants everyone to know that Sanghyeon is his, and Anxin has half a mind to make a spam account and message his ex that exact thing.
"Hyung, you feel so good," Sanghyeon drawls like he's actually fucking him. Anxin wonders what it would be like to have Sanghyeon fuck him—have him deep in his tummy until he breaks apart.
Anxin reaches down to pull his shirt up until it reaches his shoulders and Sanghyeon's bare skin touches his. Sanghyeon knows exactly where Anxin wants him—licks along his neck until his lips ghost over his nipples.
"Please." Anxin never recognizes his own voice when it's all high-pitched and whiny.
"Please what?" Sanghyeon teases, blowing on one of his nubs. Anxin can't believe it. He's given him too much power.
"You know," Anxin pinches his brows together.
Sanghyeon doesn't press it any further—just circles his tongue over one of his nipples before gripping under the skin of his pecs and shoving it into his mouth. Everything's wet, so wet that Anxin can feel spit running down his chest as Sanghyeon sucks him into his warm mouth.
Anxin's letting out short, breathy moans as Sanghyeon releases the skin with a pop. "I love your tits, hyung."
Anxin reddens, tugging him back up by the neck. "Shut up. I don't have tits."
"Sure you do," Sanghyeon gives him a cute grin as he thumbs over Anxin's sore nipples. Anxin hopes they're swollen by the time he wakes next morning.
He leans down to kiss him, short and sweet, before he plays with Anxin's other tit. His thrusts speed up, more against Anxin's ass this time like it's purposeful.
"Fuck hyung, ah. 'm gonn—." Sanghyeon exhales into his chest, resting his head against it as he brings himself closer to the edge.
"No," Anxin refuses, pushing at his shoulders. It's almost comical, yet sweet, how without hesitation, Sanghyeon pauses in place. Anxin whines at the loss of contact when Sanghyeon parts from his ass.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? We can stop if you want." Sanghyeon's eyes move at a frantic pace, searching Anxin's face. He's not getting anything but 'fuck me' eyes in return.
Anxin gets a little shy, a little embarrassed as he bites down on his lip and avoids Sanghyeon's gaze. He's grateful that Sanghyeon hasn't fully freed himself yet; Anxin can still touch him and play with the strings on his pants.
"Hyung?"
"Don't rush me."
"Sorry."
"Want you to—inside," Anxin murmurs.
"Do what inside where?" Sanghyeon questions, confused. Anxin blinks up at him. Maybe he'll get it after a while if he just keeps staring. Sanghyeon isn't that dumb (endearing). "Ohh—Oh. You want me to…."
"Do you want to?" Anxin hopes Sanghyeon can't tell how nervous he is. This is already humiliating enough.
Sanghyeon's eyes widen, "O-of course I want to. Do you want to?"
"I was the one who asked." Anxin tries to keep the annoyance out of his tone, but Sanghyeon is just not all the way there sometimes.
"I know, but you want to? Right now?" Anxin nods, and he squeezes Sanghyeon's sturdy shoulders.
"Okay," Sanghyeon breathes deep and slow. "Okay."
"Do you have—stuff?" From what he knows, getting fucked without lube would be impossible. Anxin can't even get two fingers inside of himself without drenching in it first.
"Uh huh," Anxin almost wants to protest when Sanghyeon gets up to go digging around in his suitcase, breaking their point of contact.
Sex can't be that hard, right? Anxin has watched loads of porn. Like every other teenager, he'd started with the classic Pornhub and learned over time that amateur videos on Twitter are much better. More real—and what Anxin is about to do with Sanghyeon is, in fact, real.
Anxin hadn't been prepared for this at all. He tries to think about what he's seen the twinky bottoms doing in those 240p quality videos.
"Hyung?" Anxin presses his face further into the mattress. He can't look at Sanghyeon right now; the embarrassment only washes over him even more.
"Get on with it. Or should I do it myself?" Anxin mumbles, threatening.
"No! I can, um, I can do it, hyung. Just let me—." Sanghyeon cuts himself off with a click of what Anxin assumes is a bottle of lube.
"Why do you have that anyway? Do you even know what to do?" Anxin is sure he doesn't have any experience in fingering, especially someone's ass. Unless he's fingering himself or he's gotten himself another hookup partner since their first time together.
"Sangwonie-hyung gave it to me, and—I've seen videos."
Anxin lets out an involuntary sound when he feels cold lube against his hole.
"Sorry, hyung. I mean, I didn't tell him that we were going to.. have sex or anything. I guess he just assumed." Anxin supposes he can't be upset at that. Leo acted the same way, and now Anxin is wondering if they spoke about him and Sanghyeon possibly having sex or something.
Anxin wishes he could voice this aloud, but instead, he's too focused on the lube sliding down the crack of his ass, and Sanghyeon doing nothing about it. He can tell Sanghyeon is probably just as nervous as he is, but Anxin's horniness exceeds both of their levels of fear.
"Sanghyeon, shut up." It sounds more like a plead than a demand, but it at least gets him what he wants when he feels Sanghyeon's large palm on his ass, spreading him. "Inside inside, Hyeon-ah."
What Anxin feels next is nothing short of painful.
"Ow," Anxin turns his head to send Sanghyeon a glare. "You can't just shove it in like that."
Anxin regrets looking at him—because now all he can see is how affected Sanghyeon is already. His eyes are blown wide as they stare into Anxin's ass, and he's red all over—from his cheeks to the skin trailing down into his pants.
"Sorry, hyung. Sangwon-hyung did tell me to go slow—."
"I don't want to hear anything about Sangwon right now. And stop fucking apologi—Sanghyeon!" Anxin eats his words as Sanghyeon forces another finger inside of him. It's not any smoother, or any slower. If anything, Sanghyeon's is pressing his digits in him even rougher.
"F-fuuckk," Anxin curses as the pain subsides into bliss. He's about to beg for another before Sanghyeon slides a third in. Anxin thinks he's having a bit too much fun back there with how quiet he is. Sanghyeon seldom shuts up.
Anxin is sure he yelps loud enough for the entire floor to hear—and maybe the ones above and below, too. He's read about it, heard about it from friends as well, but Anxin was never able to reach it with his own fingers. But Sanghyeon hits it without effort, like it's nothing, and it feels good.
Anxin almost kicks him in the face when he pauses and pulls his fingers out a knuckle. Before he can cuss him out, Sanghyeon asks, worried, "Are you okay, hyung? Does it really hurt that much?"
"Sanghyeon," Anxin breathes. He swallows down the lump in his throat and tries to blink the tears away. "I-if you don't keep going, I'm going to kill myself."
"Hyung, are you crying?"
"No."
"Aigoo," Sanghyeon puts on the same voice Anxin uses whenever he mocks him. His fingers are still stagnant as he coos, "So cute."
Anxin grips the sheets and hides his face into the pillow as a fresh tear runs down his cheek. He begs, "Puppy, please. Hyu-hyung wants you to keep going."
"Like this?" Sanghyeon keeps a free hand on his hip to hold him in place as he drills into that bundle of nerves relentlessly. Anxin is concerned, almost, because what videos could Sanghyeon possibly be watching? Or maybe he's just some mystic sex demon, and Anxin just hadn't known it yet.
His moves get sloppy, uncoordinated after a minute. Sanghyeon groans, and Anxin wishes he could just look behind him. But he can't do much of anything when he's this close to coming untouched from getting fingered by his baby group member.
"Can I—now?" The request goes in one ear and straight out the other. Anxin's too focused on that knot in the pit of his stomach.
"Hyuuung," Sanghyeon drags, trying again. He halts his movements, and Anxin sends him an identical sound in retaliation. "Are you listening to me?"
"What, Sanghyeon?" Anxin wiggles his hips to try and feel Sanghyeon's fingers press into that spot again.
"Can I fuck you now?" Anxin can hear the pathetic desperation in his tone. He'd tease him, but he's just as ready to get fucked.
Anxin lets out a shaky breath, "Mhm, yeah. Fuck me, Hyeonie."
He hisses as Sanghyeon pulls his fingers out at once, and Anxin squeezes around nothing. He feels a bit self-conscious the longer Sanghyeon's touch leaves his skin, and all Anxin can hear is him shuffling around and mumbling to himself.
Anxin turns his head to spare him a glance, and Sanghyeon's brows are furrowed, tongue peeking from his lips, as he tries to fit a condom over his dick. If he's being honest, Anxin had forgotten it; the first rule of safe sex. And if he's being even more honest, he doesn't give a fuck about any of that.
"Just put it in," Anxin says, wiggling his cute ass again.
"Huh? Are you sure? Is that a good idea?" Sanghyeon asks, concerned, but he still listens as he lines his fat head with Anxin's hole.
Anxin gasps when it breaches, nodding, "Uh huh. Don't you wanna knock hyung up?"
He knew it would work. Sanghyeon is a little perverted like that. Anxin mewls when he starts to push in. It burns—bad, and fresh tears fall down his cheeks even as he tries his best to take it.
Sanghyeon keens when his hips meet Anxin's ass. He falls heavy against Anxin's back, digging his nose into his spine as he struggles for breath. Anxin regrets letting someone as girthy as Sanghyeon take his virginity. He feels like he's being torn apart in every way possible, but also the last thing he wants Sanghyeon to do is pull out.
"Anxin-hyung," Sanghyeon whines. He pulls his hips back a bit before burying himself deep again. "I'm gonna—fuck you now. Get you pregnant, hyung."
"Wai—," a protest dies in Anxin's throat. He hisses as Sanghyeon's fingers dig into his hips, using them as leverage to fuck into him, building a steady pace.
It develops into something euphoric quicker than Anxin thought it would, and it's overwhelming even from the start. He cries out when Sanghyeon hits that bundle of nerves and relentlessly fucks into it. He's so loud—Sanghyeon's so loud, but the fear of getting caught is the least of his worries.
Without looking, Anxin reaches behind him, hoping Sanghyeon will know what he wants as he makes a grabby hand for him. He does, because Sanghyeon always knows what he wants, and indulges in him as he intertwines their fingers. The angle is nothing but awkward, but it eases some of the everlasting pressure in Anxin's chest.
"F-feel so good, Anxin. Like you so much," Sanghyeon praises, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
"'s too much, Sanghyeonie—ah ah ah." Every thrust of his hips sends Anxin further up the mattress, and he grips onto Sanghyeon's hand so hard he feels he might break it. Sanghyeon doesn't seem to mind, though, too focused on trying to finish inside of him.
Sanghyeon brings their joined hands up to Anxin's chest, and shakes him off to grab at it roughly. It hurts; it's nothing but skin. Anxin whimpers when his fingers pinch at his nipples, and jolts of pleasure run through him with each rub.
With one hand, Sanghyeon uses all his strength to pull him up until Anxin's back meets his chest. He's fully sat on Sanghyeon's dick in this position, and his own cock stands uselessly between his legs. Sanghyeon somehow feels even deeper like this—hitting places inside of Anxin he hadn't even known existed. He's sure that if he looks down, he could probably see the imprint of Sanghyeon's cock in his stomach.
With easier access, Sanghyeon goes back to fondling his chest as he licks down Anxin's neck, attaching his lips behind his ear. Anxin reaches behind him to tangle a hand in Sanghyeon's hair, tugging until their lips meet messily.
"So eager, puppy. Like a doggy in heat," Anxin observes as he looks up at him. His mouth falls open in a silent moan when Sanghyeon's hips stutter at the words. "Yo-You're even drooling for me."
It's fucked up how cute Anxin thinks he is like this—all tomato-faced and thick, swollen lips as he drills into him. He's stuck in between wanting to coo and baby him, or tell him to fuck him even harder.
But Sanghyeon chooses for him as he knocks Anxin onto his back, looming over him as he rushes back inside.
Anxin thinks this is his favorite position so far. He likes looking at Sanghyeon's handsome face, and his little expressions when Anxin squeezes around his cock extra tight.
"'m gonna cum, fuck, hyung hyung hyung," Sanghyeon whines as he buries his face in Anxin's chest, his hair tickling his chin.
"Fill me—mmff—up, Hyeonie."
"Can I, hyung?" Sanghyeon's hips stutter, slowing as he gathers his own spit and excess lube sitting on Anxin's stomach before spreading it all over his cock. Anxin arches, a wail dying in his throat, fucking up into his fist as he tugs on Sanghyeon's scalp. "Put my puppies in you?"
See? Fucking perv.
Anxin nods as best he can, words refusing to spill from his mouth as he cries out. Sanghyeon moans, all girly and dramatic like Anxin's used to. He clenches around his cock as Sanghyeon fills him up. It seems like forever, almost, and Anxin's so full he can feel his excess seed spilling out of him.
It's by far the most overwhelming orgasm Anxin's ever had. He blacks out for a split second as Sanghyeon milks him through it, squeezing at the head of his dick. Anxin can't focus when Sanghyeon's lips press against his, wheezing into his mouth.
Sanghyeon rolls off of him when he smacks his hand away in overstimulation, and he only has about two seconds of peace before he tugs at his wrist with a whine for Anxin to cuddle him. Anxin presses against his side and throws a leg over his hips that Sanghyeon wraps his hand around.
"Getting my nut all over you," Anxin mumbles into Sanghyeon's shoulder.
"Well mine is all in you," Sanghyeon laughs. Not funny, by the way. Anxin can still feel it trickling out of his ass.
"You came so much I think I might actually get pregnant," Anxin blanks.
Sanghyeon is silent for a beat too long before he asks, "You really think so?"
"What? No?"
"Oh."
"Why do you sound disappointed?"
"No reason."
He's such a liar. Anxin rolls his eyes, "And what would you have done if you did? Knock me up."
"I would fly us to Europe and marry you and buy a house so we can raise our baby. And have more after that, too," Sanghyeon answers a bit too quickly for Anxin's liking.
"So you'd only marry me if I was having your baby?" Anxin teases.
Sanghyeon turns on his side to pull Anxin flush against his front. He wraps his arms around his waist as he whispers, "No. Hyung, I'd marry you whenever you're ready. Just say the word."
"What if I wanted to right now?" Anxin blinks up at him, lashes fluttering in the process when he doesn't mean to. It's been happening much against his will nowadays.
Sanghyeon licks his lips and doesn't hesitate as he replies, "Done."
He looks so serious that Anxin almost believes him. A picture, a pretty painting, flashes in his mind. It's a baby girl, a nice apartment in the city, and two glasses of expensive wine sitting in front of him—an alternate universe.
Anxin flushes red and slaps Sanghyeon's chest until it matches the shade of his own cheeks, "Shut up. Don't say things you don't mean."
Sanghyeon opens his mouth, like he's about to object, but Anxin's phone rings, a ringtone he'd set specifically for their manager. And just like that, Anxin is pulled back into reality.