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The ONEUS dorms were busy and bustling more than usual, the usual five boys increased to ten within minutes.

A few days after the announcement of their debut, Seoho reached out to Jaemin to invite them over for dinner and a sleepover at the dorm to celebrate their upcoming debut on one of the days they were both free.

They all sat around the dining table, laughing and chatting. Even Yongjoon managed to get comfortable with them despite only training for a few months— even going as far as to being adopted by Hwanwoong the second he stepped foot inside.

Daehyun and Geonhak were in their own world, having their own conversation and talking about working out and physical activities, making plans they knew they probably couldn’t do. Daehyun’s excitedness reminded Geonhak of a cute dog, how his eyes were shiny and full of emotion.

Hiroto found a comfortable solace in talking with Keonhee in Japanese, taking advice about being an idol and what he should look out for. He even offered to tutor him in Korean whenever he was free, to which Hiroto gratefully accepted.

Meanwhile, Jaemin and Hyeonggeun were huddled up by Seoho and Dongju, reminiscing about the past and bonding over old experiences.

“I remember when the two of you were just kids at that music academy, and now you’re idols…” Seoho sobbed, dramatically wiping his tears away with a tissue. Jaemin and Hyeonggeun laughed at his antics, knowing that he was gonna be like that the whole night.

“Come on, hyung, I don’t think we were that young when we started out.” Jaemin denied.

“Are you kidding? You were 17 and Hyeonggeun was 16!” Seoh exclaimed once he realized the ridiculousness of it. Jaemin laughed at his enthusiasm. “But we were 18 and 17 when we came to the company.”

“There’s no use, Jaemin-ah, you’ll always be babies to Seoho hyung… and me.” Dongju butted in, smiling when they did the same.

The rest of the night followed the same pattern, laughing and smiling like one big family at the table. Their conversations turned into one big one, bonding over the lost time, teasing while still having heartfelt conversations.

However, their conversation soon fell deaf to Dongju’s ears when he felt something nudging against his foot. He looked under the table and saw a foot against his, knocking it ever so slightly like it was trying to send a message.

Looking back up, he saw Hyeonggeun’s eyes on him, sultry as he bit down on his chopsticks. The way he stared faux innocently at Dongju reminded him of all the times they’ve fooled around behind their respective members’ backs, coming back with no evidence like nothing had happened.

His bottom lip got caught in between his teeth, glancing around to see if anyone noticed anything. Still, everyone chatted like normal. Hwanwoong was in the middle of dictating a dramatic story, everyone listening intently as Seoho, Geonhak, and Keonhee added their own facts that made them gasp and giggle.

Dongju turned back to Hyeonggeun who’d tilted his head with a small smile. Suddenly, he stood up, chair dragging against the floor. Hiroto was the only one to have noticed he’s gotten up, being the one in the closest vicinity to him, after all.

“Hm? Where are you going, Hyeonggeun-ah?” He asked, looking up at him. “I left something in my bag in Hwanwoong hyung and Dongju hyung’s room, I’ll be right back.”

He stared directly at Dongju as he said his name, before turning back to Hiroto and patting his shoulders with a smile before walking away.

Gaze inviting, Dongju could already feel the tent in his pants growing. Everyone was preoccupied, surely they wouldn’t notice if the two of them slipped away for a bit, would that? It’s not like they did back when they were just trainees.

Finally, he succumbed and got up from his seat, catching Seoho’s attention this time. “Dongju? You’re done eating?”

“No worries, I’ll be right back, hyung.” He reassured and left the dining table, making his way to his and Hwanwoong’s room hastily, which is also— coincidentally— the same room Hyeonggeun was sleeping over in. The second he opened the door, he found Hyeonggeun on his bed, stripped and needy as his hand was buried in between his legs, wrists flicking up and down as he fingered himself.

Their eyes met once again when he locked the door behind them. Without a second thought, Dongju was stripping his pyjamas and joined Hyeonggeun eagerly on the bed, trapping him in between his arms.

“Couldn’t wait until after dinner?” He asked, wanting nothing more than to kiss off that snobbish smile on his lips. Something Dongju was guilty of teaching him.

“You’re acting like this is new.” Hyeonggeun smirked, removing his fingers from his pussy and wrapping them around Dongju’s neck— careless of the slick he just spread — pulling him close until their faces were inches apart.

Dongju closed the gap, their lips tasting each other eagerly. After a year and so many months of being apart because they were so busy, they finally had time alone to themselves.

He raised Hyeonggeun’s legs and dipped a finger in his wet pussy, spreading the slick all over the folds before pressing in just one to tease him. Hyeonggeun’s breath hitched into the kiss and Dongju swallowed it all.

His wrists snapped as he fingered Hyeonggeun with earnest, going deeper and deeper, making him twitch in his touch. They pulled apart for air, a string of saliva connecting them in between.

“Are you finally gonna fuck me?” He asked, voice soft and sultry. The deep and gruffiness of it was still there, but was laced by something that was like crack to Dongju. He could never resist Hyeonggeun. “I’ll think about it.”

The first time they’d done it was in an empty practice room. Dongju had overheard Hyeonggeun complaining to Jaemin about wanting to get off, and was gladly ready to help him with that struggle when it was just the two of them.

Hyeonggeun’s back was against the corner of the practice room, knuckles turning white at how hard he gripped onto Dongju’s jacket. His hand rubbed his pussy, paying special attention to his red clit while he praised him for doing so well. He was shy back then, too quiet for his own good.

But Hyeonggeun wasn’t like that anymore. He grew confident, stronger, more capable.

Though, Dongju never fucked him. He’d finger and palm him through and out of his panties, but never fuck him with his cock. Hyeonggeun knew how big it was, he’s had it in his mouth before, felt it in his hands and how he couldn’t even fit both palms around it.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, Ggeunie. Sit up and spread your legs, I wanna feel you from behind.” Dongju demanded, Hyeonggeun obediently following his every order. He sat behind him so Hyeonggeun was in between his legs, spreading his own with his hands.

Dongju laid his chin on his shoulder, smelling the scent of his perfume that changed ever so often. As he did, his hands traveled Hyeonggeun’s body, the warmth of his hands contrasting the cold air conditioning. He felt him up all over, memorizing every curve and every dip that he’d grown accustomed to over the years.

Rubbing his inner thigh, Hyeonggeun’s legs twitched as he came closer to his wet pussy. Eventually, he did, playfully spreading the messy folds with two fingers. “So wet, baby. Is this all for me?”

“Yeah, all for you…” Hyeonggeun breathed out, moaning when Dongju finally inserted three fingers at once, making his back arch at the sudden intrusion. “Hyung—!”

He was cut off by another set of fingers being shoved into his mouth, deep and aiming for his throat. His body shook at the sudden violation, everything he said, now muffled by the gag in his mouth.

“That's right, Hyeonggeunnie. Open your vocal chords, just like I taught you when you were a trainee.” Dongju coaxed Hyeonggeun by hooking his fingers in his mouth and pressing on his tongue, his other wrist snapping as he continued to pump his pussy with his fingers.

Hyeonggeun’s gagged on his fingers, eyes rolling back to his head as he continued to play with his gag reflex. Dongju watched Hyeonggeun squirm and quiver at the touch of his hands, wondering what else he could make him do with something more.

He stopped applying pressure to make sure he didn’t go too far— since that wouldn't be very sexy— and let him suck on his fingers, coating it in sticky saliva. He shoved it deep every now and then, smiling when Hyeonggeun's let out a gagged whimper each time his fingers hit the back of his throat.

He breathed through his nose, relaxing against the rhythm of his fingers inside of him.

“Taking it so well, Hyeonggeun. I'm so proud of you.” Dongju's sultry voice echoed in Hyeonggeun's ears, pussy throbbing at the praise. Dongju's thumb circled on his perky clit, making him double over in shock, but he didn't allow that. His fingers hooked in his cheek, pushing him against his chest so his back was flush against his front.

“I'm not sure when we can meet again like this , I wanna feel you. Can you ride me, Hyeonggeunnie?”

His pace slowed, letting Hyeonggeun comprehend his words. Back when he was a trainee, Dongju loved to play and tease him. He'd finger him in the empty practice rooms, empty vocal rooms, even in bars under the table when everyone got up and left early, always giving him the most just to leave him dry.

His mouth was always flush against his perky pussy when no one was around, swallowing him like juice. It was their little game, not much of a secret, but it was theirs. A game of cat and mouse where Hyeonggeun so desperately chased the feeling of being full.

Even when Hyeonggeun proudly bent over a table, spread his legs on a bed, or leaned on a wall and was so eager to present himself, Dongju would just smile and reassure him that he'd do it the next time.

Hyeonggeun dreamed of his cock and never stopped doing so, wanting to be rammed by his long-tine senior since he first saw him and even when he left for the survival show.

He nodded his head frantically, lips still pursed around his long fingers. Dongju laughed at his eagerness and retracted his fingers. Hyeonggeun clenched around the emptiness. “W-Wanna feel you inside me, hyung.”

“Hm, that's what I thought. Go on, ride me.”

Hyeonggeun complied hastily without a second thought, getting on eager and shaky legs and turning around so he faced Dongju, legs spread on either sides of his thighs. His eyes were trained on the big length in between his legs, beads of precum rolling down from the tip to the base.

He bit his lip and crawled forwards to hold onto his shoulders for leverage, lifting his hips just enough to hover over his cock. Dongju's rested his hands on Hyeonggeun’s hips, tracing circles over the bare skin to help him relax.

He guided the cock to align with his pussy and slowly sat down, the tip meeting the sensitive folds. It was wet enough that the slide didn't hurt, but dry enough to have a friction that satisfied his insides. The width stretched him full, opening him up greatly.

“Hah… always knew you were big, hyung…” Hyeonggeun gasped when the tip breached inside, already spreading his pussy more than his fingers. He sunk deeper onto him, filling him up more and more.

Halfway through, he hadn't realized Dongju's grip on his waist tightened, taking hold of Hyeonggeun’s body. Without warning, he pulled him down, making him take in all of his cock in one go.

Hyeonggeun cried, head tilted back and nails digging into Dongju's shoulders as he's never been filled so much before. Slick spurted out of his pussy and onto his cock, his first orgasm hitting him through the intense pleasure. Dongju shushed him, easing his mind and body with kisses.

“S-So full, hyung. I wan— wanted this for so long…” Hiding his face in Dongju's chest, grinding onto his dick in small circles, whines being pulled out of throat. Dongju let out a breath of laughter as he stroked Hyeonggeun's hair with one hand and held his ass with the other.

“Yeah? You begged for my dick the moment you turned 19.”

“You didn't give it to me when I turned 20 or 21, either.”

“Just wanted to give you something to anticipate for when you debut.” Dongju thrusted his hips up slightly, Hyeonggeun yelping when it drove his cock deeper inside. Finally adjusted enough, Hyeonggeun lifted his hips halfway, before dropping down with his ass meeting Dongju's thighs, creating a loud slapping sound.

His mouth was open wide, moans spilling out as he lifted his hips again and rode Dongju as best as he could. Only half of his cock was pulled out as Hyeonggeun’s legs quivered each time he got up and sat down, though driving deeper and harder into his cunt with lewd slapping and squelching.

Dongju’s breath hitched at the pervertes scene of Hyeonggeun coming apart on his dick, admiring the way his hair cutely bounced up and down with him. His silver necklace was caught on the wetness of his lips, stuck where it remained. His eyes were half-lidded and dreamy, tongue just peeking out of the back of his bottom lip at the sheer girth filling him up.

Grabbing his face to meet his eye, he smirked when he finally saw Hyeonggeun’s face that was twisted in pleasure. He squished his cheeks so his lips formed into a cute beak.

Hyeonggeun wanted more, he wanted to slam the whole thing inside, not just the half of it, but his shaky legs didn't get him far. Dongju didn't like the pace he was going, too slow to actually get off on something that wasn't the pornographic expressions on his face.

“Fuck, you're bad at this.” Dongju had the audacity to laugh, causing Hyeonggeun to look at him through furrowed eyebrows. As intimidating he tried to look, his red, drool slicked lips and watery eyes dissolved any scare factor that was left in him.

“I haven't bottomed i-in a while.”

“Nonsense, pussies like yours should be fucked everyday.” Dongju shook his head fondly and gripped Hyeonggeun's hips mid-lift, stopping him from moving. He whined and wiggled to try and pry off his hands, when he was pulled back down onto his dick.

The air inside of him wheezed out as it felt like a punch in the gut. Dongju guided his body up and down, on and off his thick cock while thrusting up into him to meet his wet pussy. His eyes were fixated on how his dick disappeared into the heat of Hyeonggeun's cunt, dragging along pink skin that wrapped around him tightly.

Hyeonggeun moaned loudly, each moan cut off by the next as every thrust had him sent into oblivion. Absurd amounts of slick dripped out of leaking cunt, only to be fucked back into him by Dongju.

Dongju left sloppy kisses all over his body, sucking blue and purple blotches into his neck to that Jaemin was sure to kill him for. His teeth nipped at the salty skin, leaving marks of his teeth that were sure to stay.

Greed overcame him as he toyed mischievously with Hyeonggeun’s body, giving him what he so desperately wanted all those years ago. He smiled against his skin, angling his thrusts to explore further into his pussy.

“So, so proud of you, Ggeunie. Love seeing you on stage.” He whispered sweet nothings in his ear, licking the shell that made Hyeonggeun shiver. Hyeonggeun was a mess of tears and sweat under him, his hand trailing down the front of his body to play with his clit, rubbing it in tight circles that only heightened the pleasure.

Broken sobs escaped his lips as he used all the remaining strength he had left in his body to meet Dongju's cock inside him. A puddle of slick formed on his bed where they sat— if Jaemin wasn't gonna get Dongju first, Hwanwoong definitely was.

His pussy throbbed around the length, walls tightening and making Dongju groan at the feeling that only made him more determined. Steadily working Hyeonggeun to his second orgasm, just enough to make him whimper and cry around him.

“H-Hyung! Close!” Hyeonggeun’s nails dug into the skin of his shoulder, leaving deep red tints that burned like hell. Dongju’s teeth clenched at the pain, landing a smack on the back of his ass. He knew he succeeded when the pain disappeared, only leaving a lingering sting.

Hyeonggeun’s back arched beautifully, presenting himself to the other in front of him. Dongju took it as a chance to cover his chest in marks, painting his milky white skin like a canvas that he so gratefully gifted him. His lips circled his chest, closing around the hard nipples to suck on.

Chants of “please” and “fuck” left Hyeonggeun as the stimulation sent him over the edge, cumming hard on Dongju’s cock thet fucked him through his orgasm. His fingers dug into Dongju’s scalp as the pleasure became too much, but he didn’t stop to chase his own release.

“Just a little more, baby, gonna fill you up with my cum.” Hot breaths met Hyeonggeun’s chest in company with the overstimulation. His thrusts became harder and faster, abusing Hyeonggeun’s pussy in the process.

Dongju pulled away from his chest and grabbed Hyeonggeun’s face in his hand, smashing their lips together as warm liquid filled him up. Hyeonggeun was pulled flush against his thighs and cock, greedy pussy swallowing all of the cum eagerly.

Dongju swallowed his moans, tongues dancing as they tasted each other hungrily. With the remaining energy he had left, Hyeonggeun grinded on Dongju’s softening cock, desperately savoring the fill before pulling apart for air.

“Stop that, you’re too sensitive, Ggeunie.” Dongju’s harsh grip on his hips made him stop, pulling a whine out of his throat. Hyeonggeun breathed heavily and rested his forehead on Dongju’s chest, hair tickling his jaw.

“P-Please, hyung, just one more…”

Dongju sighed fondly and loosened his grip. “Alright, fine. You know I can’t resist you when you sound like that.”

Hyeonggeun thanked him before grinding his hips again, clenching around the semi-hard cock to pull out one more orgasm. Cum dripped out of him and onto their skin and bedsheets, staining everything in white.

Frustration got to him as he could barely move his body, his climax so close yet so far. So Dongju decided to help him, his hands reaching in between them to close around and play with his clit, alternating between rolling it in between two fingers and rubbing it in harsh circles.

A stream of slick shot out of his pussy, mixing with the cum inside of him. Dongju groaned with his head tilted back, the change of pressure around his cock in Hyeonggeun’s cunt making him bite his lip. Hyeonggeun’s body shook in his orgasm, squirting hard.

After finally coming down from his high, Hyeonggeun slumped his body in Dongju’s hold, arms wrapping around him as their warm and sweaty bodies came close.

“Holy shit, man. You squirted on my dick. Twice.” Dongju said in disbelief, chuckling lightly. Hyeonggeun rolled his eyes and tightened his arms around his torso, pressing their bare chests together.

“I’d think that, out of all people, you’d know about how sensitive I am.” Hyeonggeun rolled his eyes lightly, referring to all the times Dongju made him squirt with just the touch of his fingers. He laughed heartily, shaking both of them.

“Okay, okay, you have a point. Now come on, Hyeonggeun, get up so I can wipe you off.”

Dongju tried to pry him off, but the other didn’t budge, instead gluing himself tightly around him. “Nooooo, I’ve wanted this for so long, ‘want you to keep me full”

“Baby, you know I can’t. Jaemin’s gonna kill me if he sees that I sent you back all fucked out like this.” He rolled his eyes, trying harder to pull him up off his dick, but Hyeonggeun only dropped down with a quiet moan.

“Then you can fuck him, too.”

“Hyeonggeun.”

“Ughhh, fine!”

With much persuasion, Hyeonggeun lifted himself off on shaky legs and threw his body down on the bed, hissing when his raw ass hit the cold and wet sheets. Dongju turned to look at him and pushed his hair back, letting the cool air hit his sweaty forehead while hovering over him.

“I’m so proud of you, Hyeonggeun. I always knew you could make it.” He kissed his forehead sweetly, smiling when he saw Hyeonggeun doing the same.

Dongju ruffled his hair fondly before getting off the bed and slipping on his underwear and shorts, ignoring his semi-hard cock that was hidden away in his boxers. He looked back at Hyeonggeun who was watching him from the bed.

“Stay here while I go get a washcloth. I’ll be back, okay?” Dongju reassured and made his way to the door, only to be stopped in his tracks by the call of his name.

“Wait, Dongju hyung!” Hyeonggeun called out, sitting up with his hand outstretched to him. Dongju turned around, tilting his head to the side curiously. “C-Can we, uhm… cuddle? For a bit? You know… like before?”

His face was red, contrasting his faded blue hair. He tried to hide it by looking to the side, but his shyness was portrayed perfectly on his cheeks. Dongju giggled at his request and backed away from the door, getting up on the bed with Hyeonggeun.

“Just ‘cause you asked so politely.” He pressed a kiss on the top of Hyeonggeun’s head, engraving the very moment he looked up at him with sparkly eyes. Laying down, he draped the blanket over the both of them and held Hyeonggeun in his arms protectively.

Dongju looked at his peaceful expression, how he snuggled up under his neck like a cat and the rapid cooling of his skin. Their bare legs were already intertwined and tangled under the sheets, holding each other tightly.

“I wasn’t kidding, you know? Back at the table? Even when you’re seniors like us, you’ll always be my baby.”

“Normally I’d tell you to stop, but… thank you, Dongju hyung, really. I-It’s embarrassing to say, but… I love you. You and everyone else.”

“Mhm, I love you too.” He mumbled into Hyeonggeun’s hair, wrapped around him protectively. Sure, he probably had a lot of consequences to face behind that door, but at least having Hyeonggeun in his arms could help ease the impact.