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The soft skin of his boyfriend’s thumb runs over Hyunjin’s eyebrow, stroking down to the corner of his eye and even further down to Hyunjin’s jaw. Then the hand that has been caressing his face drops and Chan grins at him, lopsided and a little dazed. Hyunjin loves that look on Chan’s face, it always seems that Chan sees nothing but him when he looks at Hyunjin that way. Chan‘s hands find their place on Hyunjin’s waist, his chin drops down to Hyunjin’s shoulder and then he closes his eyes, pressing his nose in the crook of the younger’s neck. Hyunjin puts down the small razor, looking at his own reflection. He likes it better when Chan‘s hand rests on his jaw or cheek. He likes the mole under his eye way better when Chan thumbs over it.
But Chan doesn’t say anything for a while, he just presses his lips against Hyunjin‘s exposed shoulder and taps his waist twice, the signal for him to be ready to go. „If you decide you need my help, let me know.“ The producer hums against his warm skin, trying to pull away to leave Hyunjin alone and Hyunjin blinks before he turns around to face Chan fully and not just his reflection. „I need you here for moral support. You can’t leave now!“ Hyunjin pouts and Chan clears his throat. „Ah but the boys..“ He begins to speak, closing his mouth again when Hyunjin raises his eyebrow, staring at Chan until the man squirms a little and sighs. His body moves and Hyunjin starts laughing when Chan wraps his arms a little more around him and squeezes him tighter. With a little huff Hyunjin taps Chan‘s shoulderblade and Chan lets go, grinning up at him.
„Okay, lets make you look even hotter.“ He teases and lets go of Hyunjin to stand up straight. For a moment, Hyunjin grinds his teeth and then he turns around to face the mirror again. He stares at himself for a moment, taking his existence in, while Chan leans against the sink and plays with his bracelet, very intensely looking at Hyunjin. But he has a less skeptical look in his eyes than Hyunjin himself, his eyes are trained on the dancer, observing every move and every twitch of Hyunjin’s hands, and how his body reacts. Hyunjin lets the razor fall into the sink and pouts. „I look ridiculous!“ He groans, blinking.
„No, You look hot, baby!“ Chan muses, his Australian accent more prominent as he speaks in his mother tongue. Hyunjin glares at him, hands pressed against the vanity of the bathroom. “Don’t hit me with English, Christopher!” He scolds and Chan clicks his tongue in amusement before he reaches over, slowly taking Hyunjin’s hand in his and pulling him towards him. With a gentle smile Chan lifts his other hand and slowly brushes over Hyunjin’s eyebrow, where he had cut two slits into. “I’m sorry, peach. But you do look very hot right now.”
And Chan is not lying, the dimple on his cheek indicates that he really means what he says and Hyunjin can’t help but feel this warm swell in his chest, knowing Chan’s compliment is boosting his confidence a little more. His boyfriend always seems to know the right words to push his confidence up and it makes Hyunjin feel so radiant sometimes, that he could sing about it. He doesn’t, not here, obviously. The hotel bathroom might have good acoustics but it's not the best to sing about his confidence when Changbin and Seungmin are in the room next to theirs. Instead he allows Chan to lean forward and kiss him, just a fleeting, soft kiss that leaves him wanting for more.
“You will look beautiful and Donatella will love you with it! Don’t worry.” The older man hums, tilting his head a little. Hyunjin sighs, his hand still resting in Chan’s, fingers pressing against his palm, while the other is gently playing with his boyfriend’s necklace. He smiles and nods, his eyes not leaving Chan. “Yeah… yeah, I am.” He mutters.
They arrived in Milan a few hours back, had some drinks, good food and now Hyunjin has to get ready for a meeting with the Versace team. Donatella invited him for a few fittings and a small get together. He kind of had hoped to finally introduce her to Chan, officially, and to let her see the potential his boyfriend has, how good they both would look in her creations but their staff said no. Hyunjin has to go alone and he hates it, not because he hates meeting Donatella, but because he knows Chan will rot in front of his computer again.
Hyunjin’s eyes catch himself in the mirror again, his eyes darting over the rest of his body and he sighs. “I have to cover this up..”
He looks at the reflection of his neck, where a soft red spot is visible, clear and big. He had to cover it up for the airport, but the makeup washed away when he took a shower after arriving at the hotel. Jisung and Felix had teased him about it during their lunch but Hyunjin wears it with pride, making sure his members know that he has someone that he belongs to. Not like they would need the reminder, especially not when Chan is at his side almost immediately as soon as there are no cameras around.
“Wish you would not…” Ch mutters, a slight pout in his tone. Hyunjin swallows and sighs again. “Hmm I know…” Chan slowly leans forward once again and his lips meet the sensitive spot, hot and wet while his teeth tease over the skin. Chan erupts into giggles and presses a few kisses over Hyunjin’s neck and collarbone when the younger groans. “Can’t wait for you to come back to me…” he hums as he does.
Hyunjin drags his hand over Chan’s arm up to his shoulder, the tank top showing his muscles even more, letting them stand out a little bit more. The dip in his shoulders is Hyunjin’s weak spot right after Chan’s chest. He begins to giggle when Chan starts to pepper small kisses all over his neck, his eyes falling shut as he allows him to gently bite and lick. Chan knows better than to mark him up even more but he still needs to graze his teeth over Hyunjin’s shoulder, still needs to pretend he could. Hyunjin leans even more into his touch, the strong hand on his waist giving him a sense of security and warmth.
“Don’t let those photographers have too much fun with you, peach.” Chan grumbles against Hyunjin’s collarbone and the dance lets out a breathy chuckle. “Excuse me, what do you take me for? A whore?” Hyunjin replies and there is a squeeze on his hips as Chan giggles quietly, lifting his head and nudging his nose against Hyunjin’s. “Mh, of course I do, Baby, you are my little whore, you know that, hm.” His words pool hot in Hyunjin’s guts but before he can even think about saying anything, Chan drags his lips over his and pulls out a whine from the younger’s mouth. Hyunjin can taste the beer Chan had.
And just like that, Hyunjin forgets what they had just been talking about, instead he drags his fingers into Chan’s hair and leans even more onto Chan’s chest. They kiss for a while, tongues dancing and teeth clacking, Chan’s hands roaming as Hyunjin tucks his boyfriend’s hair. They are lost in the moment and each other, until they hear a knock on the hotel room door. They part, Chan lets out an annoyed groan and blinks his eyes open. “Guess that’s my queue…” Hyunjin mutters, lips swollen and shimmery. Chan places another kiss on his lips. “Come back to me as fast as you can, yeah?”
“Of course,baby.” Hyunjin hums. They don’t pull away from each other, instead, Chan leans in again, his breath drags over Hyunjin’s skin, but before the man can actually kiss him, there is another, more energetic knock. “Jesus, okay. Have fun.” Chan hums and Hyunjin places a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek. “Will be back in no time!” He promises before he grabs his jacket and leaves the rapper standing in the hotel bathroom.
Hyunjin slips into the hotel room, when it's already super dark and there is only Chan’s quiet snoring audible, aside from the sound of the cars outside. Hyunjin tries to be as quiet as possible,as he starts taking off his shoes and jacket, slowly shuffling into the bathroom where he shakes his head a little. He stayed longer at the Versace villa than he had planned, and he might’ve also gotten a little tipsy but who‘s gonna judge him for having fun? Right. No one. He starts to undress himself, peeling away the expensive clothes Donatella had let him keep and while he wipes off the makeup, he listens to the snoring outside, swaying slightly from the dizziness of the alcohol in his blood.
After Hyunjin is done washing up he puts his hair up in a half bun and quietly slips out of the bathroom. Chan is still snoring, his naked chest rising and falling from his breathing, Hyunjin can see the outline of Chan’s muscles in the dim light coming through the thin curtains. The dancer smiles to himself for a moment, standing there and taking him in before he slips under the blanket, cuddling up to the buff man. Almost immediately Chan‘s arm snaps around him, he turns slightly and his face finds the way to the crook of Hyunjin’s neck. The snoring stops about ten seconds later and Hyunjin grins as he feels Chan’s hand slip to his hip.
“You are cold,” Chan whispers, voice heavy from sleep and dragging as if he is still not fully aware. Hyunjin presses himself a little closer to the man, his fingers moving over the skin on his shoulder. “Guess you need to warm me up, big guy.” Hyunjin mutters, his hair tickles on the back of his neck as Chan’s arms press him even closer. He can feel Chan’s hand wander from his hip to the plush of his thigh, where the man lingers, squeezing. Chan is like a sleeper agent when it comes to Hyunjin’s needs. The man needs to see only one single ounce of discomfort and will do anything to fix it. The same thing goes for his horny level.
Hyunjin has to say a specific string of words and the man is almost immediately ready to go. No matter how busy or how sleepy, Chan stands whenever Hyunjin whispers those words. He knows how to wrap Hyunjin in pleasure and he knows every button he has to press to get Hyunjin where he wants him to be, but Hyunjin has the same effect on him. “Do I?” Chan mutters against the crook of Hyunjin’s neck, his nose inhaling the dust of perfume and sweat. Hyunjin runs his fingers through Chan’s hair and licks his lips. “Baby, please, I need it.” Hyunjin whispers.
Maybe the alcohol makes him a little… needy. But Chan doesn’t seem to mind, as his lips already latch onto his skin and Chan’s thumb slips past his boxers waistband. With a sigh, Hyunjin allows the man to roll him onto his back and he witnesses the way Chan’s sleep heavy body comes to life. He can feel his erected penis press against his thigh, and can feel the twitch of it against his skin. Chan’s lips wander until he latches into one of Hyunjin’s nipples and Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut with a quiet moan. An easy button to push, to be fair. But Chan does it with delicate precision, the tip of his tongue is enough, his teeth only need to graze the sensitive bud before Hyunjin’s back arches.
Chan licks over it and slowly lifts his head up. “Have you been drinking, pretty?” He asks quietly and Hyunjin squirms slightly, head tilted back into the pillow. “A little.” He answers as he feels his underwear slowly being pulled down by strong hands and warm fingers. Soft and gentle yet so demanding, Hyunjin’s hips lift by themselves as Chan frees him from the fabric. The click of the man’s tongue, the scolding behind it, makes Hyunjin bite his lip so he won't start grinning. “And now you want me to do what?” Chan asks, lips brushing against the softness of Hyunjin’s tummy - right where his mole is. And Hyunjin’s skin prickles. “Fuck me, please!” Hyunjin whispers, breathes out into the darkness of the hotel room.
“Gotta be quiet though,” Chan hums as he slips between Hyunjin’s legs and his chin brushes against Hyunjin’s dick. “Yes!” Hyunjin answers before Chan can even ask if he is able to do so. Chan chuckles, his breath causing Hyunjin’s dick to twitch as the man ignores it and presses two kisses into the dip between his leg and hip. “Quick or slow?” Chan asks now, his hands lingering on Hyunjin’s hips and Hyunjin inhales twice before he swallows. “Quick.” He answers and Chan lets out a long breath, brushing against Hyunjin’s skin. When he sits up again, Hyunjin opens his eyes and watches as Chan manhandles Hyunjin onto his stomach, navigating his ass up. It’s a nice feeling in Hyunjin’s dizzy brain.
“And you are sure?” Chan asks again and Hyunjin moans quietly. “Yes, please.” He whispers and his hand already curls into the sheets. Chan drags his hand over Hyunjin’s back before suggestively kissing the dip on Hyunjin’s lower back. “Lucky you are prepped…” He mutters before his thumb presses against the silver plug shimmering between Hyunjin’s ass cheeks. Hyunjin lets out a whine and his dick twitches uselessly in the air. Hyunjin licks his lips before he arches his back a little more, presenting himself even more to his boyfriend.
Chan eats it up - literally. The man leans forward and his tongue presses against the warm plug base, pressing it in a little, making Hyunjin squirm. Chan can be a freak sometimes, they both can. But sometimes Chan can be a little extra; like now. Chan starts to make out with the plug, his body finally waking up enough to react to Hyunjin’s moans fully. And Hyunjin tries to squirm away whenever Chan presses the plug in. “Channah… quick.. quick..” Hyunjin complains quietly and Chan hums. He squeezes Hyunjin’s thighs and sits up again, slowly pulling the plug out of Hyunjin’s hole, which refuses to let go for a second.
Hyunjin can feel his heart beat on the tip of his tongue, can feel the tingle in his throat and on his skin like fire. Chan’s finger feels nice, the easy drag in and out makes Hyunjin whine and Chan groan quietly. Hyunjin can tell the rapper wants to eat him out, literally one of Chan’s favourite things to do. Once, Chan had eaten him out for an hour and a half, bringing Hyunjin to his high with his tongue only. But Hyunjin needs his boyfriend’s dick, not his tongue. “Okay peach, be patient.” Chan whispers when he pushes another finger in, letting Hyunjin moan quietly before he starts pumping his fingers in and out at a quick pace.
The dancer's hips buck forward, his dick twitches and he whines quietly into the pillow, trying to be silent. “You think I’ll fit, baby?” Chan asks, right after a drop of lube drips down onto Hyunjin’s hole and Chan's fingers. “No?” Hyunjin whines almost instantly, his brain slowly frying and Chan chuckles as he picks up his pace, fucking Hyunjin with his fingers until the dancer lets out a whimper. “Channie…” He whines and the rapper hums, placing a gentle kiss against Hyunjin’s dip on his back. “Of course baby.” Chan slowly pulls his fingers out and Hyunjin breathes in shaking, until he hears the rustling of plastic.
“No… No condom!" He gasps and his head snaps back to get a glimpse. Chan clicks his tongue. “Be nice and wait, Peach.” He hums as he starts to roll the condom over his length. “Chan… Channie, raw… please!” Hyunjin pouts into the pillow. Then, Chan’s weight drapes itself over Hyunjin and his breath brushes Hyunjin’s ear. “Not tonight baby, we have a schedule tomorrow.” He hums. “Can’t have you leaking.” He mutters and Hyunjin whines in disappointment, which dies when the head of Chan’s dick rubs against Hyunjin’s hole. “Ready?” Chan whispers and Hyunjin’s chest tightens. “Yeah…” He breathes out.
The first stretch has Hyunjin roll his eyes back and press himself into the pillow more. Chan is gentle, of course he is, but as much as they fuck - Hyunjin can not deal with Chan’s girth. He bites into the fabric of the pillow as Chan’s cock head pushes in, his legs shake. “Hyung,” Hyunjin cries out as he feels the man push in more and more. “It’s too big… it… it won't fit..” He whimpers, his tongue rolls lazily from the alcohol in his system. Chan clicks his tongue. “You can take it, peach.” He whispers against Hyunjin’s shoulderblade. “No… no is too much… please…” Hyunjin squirms. Chan’s grip on his hip tightens. “Be a nice girl and take it, Hyunjin.”
The faux annoyance in Chan’s voice makes Hyunjin’s guts churn in a good way. The tingle in his stomach spreads as he tries to squirm away. “Only a few more inches, baby.” Chan hums and Hyunjin whines. “It… wont… wont fit… too big.!” He mutters against the fabric pressing on his tongue. Chan chuckles quietly and presses a kiss against the flat of Hyunjin’s shoulderblade. “You take me so well, baby, just a little bit more!” Chan hums and Hyunjin’s lips pull into a sick smile when Chan pushes in further and further. He squirms and whines but a moan slips out and then Chan bottoms out and lets out a loud grunt. “Fuck… you are so warm, peach.” He breathes.
For a moment they stay like this, Chan holding Hyunjin and filling him, Hyunjin breathing and gasping, then Chan begins to thrust. And Hyunjin did say quick, so that's what he gets. Chan’s thrusts are precise and fast, he is nuzzling his nose into the hair on Hyunjin’s neck, his hands hooding Hyunjin’s against the sheets; their fingers intertwining while Chan fucks Hyunjin down into to mattress. Their gasps and moans are both swallowed by fabric and hair, they both shiver with each fast thrust and Hyunjin starts to grin when Chan slowly lifts himself up, dragging Hyunjin’s hands behind his back and pressing them against Hyunjin’s skin.
Hyunjin gasps, not able to see but knowing exactly the way Chan’s eyes are slightly closed, still keeping fixed on Hyunjin’s head, while his head is tipped back and lips are parted ever so slightly. Hyunjin doesn’t have to see to know the blissed look on Chan’s face growing more intense with each of his thrusts. He slows down, then picks the speed back up and it makes Hyunjin see stars. The dancer can't really move, his nails digging into the skin of Chan's hands as he gets railed into the mattress. The friction of the blanket against his own dick makes it hard to concentrate. “Yeah, see… you take it so good, just like the whore you are.” Chan breathes out.
That is enough to tip Hyunjin over, he shakes and hiccups as he comes, tears wetting his lashes as he spills his orgasm down onto the sheets and Chan groans before letting go of Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin moves slight to get his face out of the pillows while Chan continues to fuck into him - slower now, gentler. This is not for Hyunjin, this is for him now. And Hyunjin moans and whines as Chan abuses his prostate continuously before his dick twitches and he comes with a groan.
Chan drags his hips back and forth for another few thrusts, then he slowly pulls out. Hyunjin hiccups again, the feeling of the condom pulling out fills him with a little sadness but then, Chan kisses his back and turns him slowly around, pulling Hyunjin into his arms. “You are godsend…” Chan whispers as he presses a kiss against Hyunjin’s sticky skin. “You love me?” Hyunjin whispers and Chan chuckles. “The same way the moon loves the stars, baby.” He mumbles against his lips and Hyunjin can’t help but giggle too.
“How was the event?” Chan asks while Hyunjin clings to the man. His head drops onto Chan’s shoulder as the older man slowly drags them both off the bed and lifts Hyunjin up. “I had four martinis.” Hyunjin grins and Chan grunts out a laugh. “Can’t let you go out without a babysitter anymore, huh?” He hums. While he navigates them into the bathroom he massages Hyunjin’s ass and Hyunjin hides in his neck. “I had fun.” He mutters and Chan hums against Hyunjin’s collarbone. “That is important. I missed you terribly.” Chan hums quietly and Hyunjin smiles slightly. “Missed you too, big guy.” Hyunjin hums as Chan steps into the shower.
The water hits Hyunjin’s back and he shivers but Chan holds him close. “Can’t wait for a break so I can take you out.” Chan mutters as he hides his face in Hyunjin’s hair, pressing the dancer against the tiles. Hyunjin clings to Chan’s shoulders. “I would love that.” He hums as Chan begins to wash him.