@gyusbabybelly: “babe?”sbn pauses with his h...

“babe?”

sbn pauses with his hands on the fly of his pants, looking up at the sound of yjn’s voice.

by the foot of the bed stands the man who called him, his back to sbn, showing off that maddening slit.

yjn glances over his shoulder, eyes hooded and smile coy. “untie me?” +

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the dryness that had occupied sbn’s mouth all night long returns in an instant. he tries to swallow around it, clearing his throat. “can’t you do it yourself?”

the fastening for yjn’s top is at the same spot a necklace would clasp—and they both /know/ that yjn can reach that.

yjn just pouts, head falling forward at sbn’s rejection. he looks so dejected that sbn rushes to correct his mistake, quickly connecting the distance between them with a few strides.

“okay, hyung,” he murmurs, reaching up to unhook the small, pesky button. “I’ve got it.”

except the moment yjn’s top is freed, he doesn’t move away. he stands there silently in front of sbn, in that backless blouse that’s been driving sbn fucking crazy for hours, all of his tantalizing skin on display.

at the event, sbn couldn’t touch.

but now… now he can.

gingerly, he slips a hand underneath the top where the clasp is hanging loosely at the base of yjn’s neck and slides his palm across yjn’s right shoulder, pulling the fabric with him, revealing yjn’s unmarked body.

yjn’s breath hitches softly, but otherwise he stays still.

“so gorgeous,” sbn whispers, leaning down to press his lips against the back of yjn’s neck. “had everyone’s heads turning.” yjn sighs quietly and sbn takes it as a sign to continue, slipping yjn’s blouse further off his right shoulder, letting it catch around his elbow and wrist.

yjn’s skin is so warm.

sbn can’t resist the urge to put his mouth over it, not when it’s spread out for him like this, begging to be kissed. dropping his hand to yjn’s waist, he drags his lips across yjn’s shoulder blade, up to the bony tip of yjn’s shoulder, and then back.

the slow rise and fall of yjn’s body beneath sbn’s mouth sounds like a lullaby.

using his free hand, sbn carefully tugs yjn’s top off his left shoulder and then proceeds to plant a string of wet, open-mouthed kisses across yjn’s skin, mirroring what he did on the other side.

“sbn.” yjn’s voice comes out a little breathless, a little needy.

“I know,” sbn tells him, mouthing at the base of yjn’s neck as he blindly shoves yjn’s blouse down yjn’s arms, yanking it off and letting it drape over the front of yjn’s pants, the hem caught around yjn’s hips.

goosebumps erupt across yjn’s naked skin and a shiver jolts through him.

it doesn’t go unnoticed by sbn, who springs to rub his hands up and down yjn’s bare arms, trying to warm him up—while his lips move down yjn’s spine, hoping to draw a different kind of shudder out of him.

and sbn takes him time, laying a kiss to each knob of yjn’s spine, savoring every hitch of his breath, every twitch of his body.

sbn would prefer to do this with yjn lying face down on a bed, watching yjn’s hands twist the sheets with each wet kiss that sbn leaves on his body.

he would prefer to do this draped over yjn’s body, smoothing his hands all over yjn’s delicate back and kissing every single inch of yjn’s skin until yjn is shaking, whimpering, begging sbn to put his mouth, his fingers—fucking /anything/—on his leaking cock, on his aching hole.

but this isn’t too bad, though sbn has to stop when his lips reach the waistband of yjn’s slacks. bummer.

settling his hands on yjn’s waist, sbn kisses his way back up yjn’s body… until his mouth is by yjn’s ear, making him tremble again. “how did I get so lucky with you?”

“bin-ah,” yjn breathes, lips parting around a soundless moan when sbn ducks forward and captures yjn’s earlobe between his lips. “shit.”

“god,” sbn groans, lightly sucking on yjn’s ear to get him to whine, squirming away from sbn’s mouth. “you don’t know what you do to me.”

he tightens his grip on yjn’s waist and jerks him back against his chest, trailing his lips to the sensitive skin between yjn’s ear and jaw. “the things you make me wanna do to you…” he drops a hand to yjn’s crotch, grabbing him roughly through his slacks. “/fuck/, hyung.”

“s-s-sbn,” yjn gasps, suddenly clutching at sbn’s wrist while he hastily rocks up into sbn’s hand. so desperate. already turned on just from a few, harmless kisses.

“that’s it,” sbn encourages, digging the heel of his palm against yjn’s growing hard-on. “just like that, baby.”

“ah,” yjn pants, head falling back against sbn’s shoulder. “ah, /shit/.”

sucking at the edge of yjn’s jaw, sbn wonders, “is this what you wanted?” because it’s just so easy to rile yjn up when he gets like this.

he loves to be degraded just as much as he loves to be praised.

“was this your goal?” sbn taunts, squeezing yjn crassly. “was this your goal when you chose to wear /this/?” he bites at yjn’s skin and yjn yelps, jerking in sbn’s hold. “were you trying to seduce someone? hoping someone would sweep you up and use you? is that what you wanted?”

“/sbn/,” yjn cries, practically thrashing now, but he’s rock hard against sbn’s palm, whining as he fucks into sbn’s cupped hand. “oh god.”

“look at you,” sbn sneers, peering down at the sight. “humping my hand like an animal in heat. so wound up you’ll cum in your underwear.”

“fuck,” yjn swears, breath quickening.

the friction on his cock can’t be pleasant, but he isn’t showing any signs of stopping, thrusting wildly.

“pathetic,” sbn scoffs, but yjn just whines loudly, panting, knuckles turning white with how tightly he’s gripping sbn’s wrist.

“can’t even be bothered to take your pants off.”

“ah,” yjn moans, hips stuttering, and sbn’s been with him long enough to know yjn’s close.

with his lips ghosting the shell of yjn’s ear, sbn murmurs, “go ahead, sweetheart,” and yjn does just that—coming undone with a sharp cry.

sbn eases him through it like he always does, whispering to him gently and stroking him through his slacks, stopping only when yjn knocks his hand away, breathing shaky.

“good?” he asks, petting yjn’s stomach fondly.

“ugh,” yjn groans, slumping against sbn’s chest, “fuck.”

sbn chuckles at his response, knowing fully well how sluggish an orgasm can render them.

he kisses yjn’s flushed cheek and nuzzles yjn’s neck. “cute.”

“shit,” yjn mumbles, the reality of what they just did clearly dawning on him as he looks down at his pants, spoiled with cum.

“these were a gift right?”

sbn chuckles again, smacking a kiss to yjn’s neck. “I don’t know about your slacks, but my top is definitely a present. it’s even got a bow.”

with a surprisingly newfound energy, yjn twists around in sbn’s hold and throws his arms around sbn’s neck.

his hands tow with the knot at the top of sbn’s blouse, fingers brushing the back of sbn’s sensitive neck.

“you know what that means, right?” yjn says, lips curling into that sly smirk that always makes sbn feel weak in the knees. “looks like I have a present to unwrap.”

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