Hoya wakes up to an empty dorm, all of his bandmate must be already go to their individual schedule without waking him up. Hoya randomly wears the closest clothes he picks from the floor to cover his naked body as he walks out from his bedroom and decides to take a bath. As the tub fills Hoya takes a moment to register the clothes he wears, which happens to be Woohyun's favorite sleeveless white sweater. Sleepily he nuzzle into the collar of Woohyun’s sweater. He inhales, closing his eyes as Woohyun’s clean musk fills his nostrils, and when he exhales, a small sigh of satisfaction curls up from the back of his throat.
His eyes fly open when he realizes what’s just happened, and he lets the sweater fall back down to his shoulders as he stares straight ahead, furrowing his brow. A contemplative lick of the lips, and then he’s bringing the sweater back up to his nose and giving an experimental sniff: the tang of off-brand detergent, a faint whiff of Woohyun’s cedar wardrobe, a hint of chlorine, a smidge of brine from the sea, and something else - a soft smell, a little sweet, unobtrusive among all of the others, but a strong smell, of musk, of sweat, of Woohyun.
Hoya gives another pleased sigh, and he finds himself crushing the sweater to his face as he hungrily inhales, trying to figure out what exactly it is about his friend that is making him so weird.
Before he knows it, he’s shutting off the water and leaving the bathroom for his bedroom, where he falls on top of his bed with Woohyun’s sweater balled into his hands. He buries his face into the soft fabric, greedily taking in the scent and humming in satisfaction as it leaves warmth pooling in his stomach and a smile twitching across his face. He stops when his hips give an involuntary roll into the mattress, his hardening cock lighting up with the friction.
Lifting his head up from the sweater, Hoya looks around his room guiltily, as if Woohyun’s going to pop out from somewhere shouting “Gotcha!” as if this whole thing had been a test. But nothing happens, and Hoya’s still kind of hard, and he kind of wants to just envelop himself in Woohyun’s sweater. Slowly, the unreasonable fear that Woohyun will somehow know as soon as he gets his sweater back still in the back of his mind, Hoya slides a hand under the waistband of his boxer as he gives the sweater a tentative sniff - the light brush of his fingers combined with Woohyun’s scent sends a shiver through his body that makes a puff of air stutter out of his mouth. He pushes in deeper until he has his whole length pressed against the palm of his hand, biting his lip when he tries to curl his fingers around himself. The boxer’s too tight, though, compressing everything and leaving very little room for maneuvering. Without a second thought, he’s stripping down to nothing, lying on his side with Woohyun’s sweater wrapped around his head and his hand wrapped around his cock.
He closes his eyes as he begins to stroke, humming into the sweater as Woohyun’s face appears behind his closed eyes, kind brown eyes shining as he murmurs Hoya’s name.
Hoya…
He swipes a thumb over his slit, gasping when the shock of the touch sends a tremulous shudder through his body. Another deep inhale of Woohyun’s scent goes straight to his throbbing cock, and it’s all Hoya can do to keep himself together as he tightens his hand around himself and fucks into it. A sharp moan rips its way out of his throat, slicing through the silent house and causing a hot blush to flare up across his cheeks.
“Woohyun,” he breathes, the name barely more than a sigh as he squeezes harder, gasping into the humid confines of the sweater as he buries his head in deeper.
Hoya…
Woohyun’s wide fingers brushing his shoulder as he fixes the sweater on him. His touch lingering until he’s hovering over him, the breadth of his back filling Hoya’s vision, the scent of his sweat filling his head as he leans down to suck on the tender skin of Hoya’s throat, mouth hot and wet, his teeth grazing the skin gently as his huge hands comb through Hoya’s hair, his strong arms hugging Hoya to his chest as he brings his hips down in a sinuous roll -
Hoya gives a pained gasp as he comes, and he crushes his nose into the sweater, biting his lip as he finishes himself off.
He lies there awhile, refusing to move even as he begins to feel cold and sticky. He closes his eyes, rests his head once more against the soft fabric before getting up.
He hopes the water hasn’t cooled down so much he has to begin with his bath.
His eyes fly open when he realizes what’s just happened, and he lets the sweater fall back down to his shoulders as he stares straight ahead, furrowing his brow. A contemplative lick of the lips, and then he’s bringing the sweater back up to his nose and giving an experimental sniff: the tang of off-brand detergent, a faint whiff of Woohyun’s cedar wardrobe, a hint of chlorine, a smidge of brine from the sea, and something else - a soft smell, a little sweet, unobtrusive among all of the others, but a strong smell, of musk, of sweat, of Woohyun.
Hoya gives another pleased sigh, and he finds himself crushing the sweater to his face as he hungrily inhales, trying to figure out what exactly it is about his friend that is making him so weird.
Before he knows it, he’s shutting off the water and leaving the bathroom for his bedroom, where he falls on top of his bed with Woohyun’s sweater balled into his hands. He buries his face into the soft fabric, greedily taking in the scent and humming in satisfaction as it leaves warmth pooling in his stomach and a smile twitching across his face.
He stops when his hips give an involuntary roll into the mattress, his hardening cock lighting up with the friction.
Lifting his head up from the sweater, Hoya looks around his room guiltily, as if Woohyun’s going to pop out from somewhere shouting “Gotcha!” as if this whole thing had been a test. But nothing happens, and Hoya’s still kind of hard, and he kind of wants to just envelop himself in Woohyun’s sweater. Slowly, the unreasonable fear that Woohyun will somehow know as soon as he gets his sweater back still in the back of his mind, Hoya slides a hand under the waistband of his boxer as he gives the sweater a tentative sniff - the light brush of his fingers combined with Woohyun’s scent sends a shiver through his body that makes a puff of air stutter out of his mouth. He pushes in deeper until he has his whole length pressed against the palm of his hand, biting his lip when he tries to curl his fingers around himself. The boxer’s too tight, though, compressing everything and leaving very little room for maneuvering. Without a second thought, he’s stripping down to nothing, lying on his side with Woohyun’s sweater wrapped around his head and his hand wrapped around his cock.
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Hoya…
He swipes a thumb over his slit, gasping when the shock of the touch sends a tremulous shudder through his body. Another deep inhale of Woohyun’s scent goes straight to his throbbing cock, and it’s all Hoya can do to keep himself together as he tightens his hand around himself and fucks into it. A sharp moan rips its way out of his throat, slicing through the silent house and causing a hot blush to flare up across his cheeks.
“Woohyun,” he breathes, the name barely more than a sigh as he squeezes harder, gasping into the humid confines of the sweater as he buries his head in deeper.
Hoya…
Woohyun’s wide fingers brushing his shoulder as he fixes the sweater on him. His touch lingering until he’s hovering over him, the breadth of his back filling Hoya’s vision, the scent of his sweat filling his head as he leans down to suck on the tender skin of Hoya’s throat, mouth hot and wet, his teeth grazing the skin gently as his huge hands comb through Hoya’s hair, his strong arms hugging Hoya to his chest as he brings his hips down in a sinuous roll -
Hoya gives a pained gasp as he comes, and he crushes his nose into the sweater, biting his lip as he finishes himself off.
He lies there awhile, refusing to move even as he begins to feel cold and sticky. He closes his eyes, rests his head once more against the soft fabric before getting up.
He hopes the water hasn’t cooled down so much he has to begin with his bath.
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