Infinite {Hoya/Dongwoo ; Friendly Vampire}
Title: Friendly Vampire
Fandom: Infinite
Pairing: Hoya/Dongwoo, implied Woohyun/Sunggyu
Word count: 3,305
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hoya's wearing his animal pajamas, because it was easier to just be a tiger, and Dongwoo keeps draping the cloak over his face like they're playing peek-a-boo.
A/N: today is warmboys' birthday! it is today and does not stretch into tomorrow no matter what she is trying to tell me. This fic is brought to you by her love for Dongwoo's mouth and her need for fic about it. I don't even ship Yadong in a romantic sense, you know, the things that I do for you. the usual: I hate everything about this and I really hate the word "cock" okay. yeah the last part is just a chance to abuse Sungyeol.
Friendly Vampire
or; Open Wider, I Can Almost See Forever
Hoya can't remember whose idea it was (Sungjong's) but somewhere between Dongwoo wrapping a black cloak around himself and proclaiming, "I vant to suck your blood", and Sunggyu producing a giant bottle of brandy from underneath his bed, he starts to think that maybe it was a bad one.
He also wonders how much alcohol Sunggyu actually has ferreted away, and whether Woohyun knows where it is.
It's not really that much of a costume party, in reality. They've had to make do with whatever they had lying around their dorm. The cape belongs to Myungsoo, and no one has bothered asking why he owns it, because it's Myungsoo. Sungjong is in the dress he wore to dance to The Boys on Strong Heart, and they (okay, Sunggyu) managed to convince Woohyun to wear the Orange Caramel dress so now he's stomping around the dorm showing off horribly hairy legs. Sungyeol disappeared for half an hour and turned up in a plaid shirt claiming to be Myungsoo. He does a remarkably good impression.
Hoya's wearing his animal pajamas, because it was easier to just be a tiger, and Dongwoo keeps draping the cloak over his face like they're playing peek-a-boo. This, Hoya thinks, as he shoves black fabric out of his face for the fifteenth time, is what sucks about being responsible when your bandmates are on a mission to get as pissed as humanly possible in as short a period of time as is feasible. You have to put up with their drunken, brandy fueled antics, while you run around trying to stop the magnae from exposing himself in his tiny dress, and making sure all the windows are closed because a drunk Myungsoo is likely to trip and fall out of one.
Their illustrious leader, for the record, is sitting giggling on Woohyun's lap, drinking brandy from the bottle. He's in a sparkly shirt that no one wants to claim credit for owning, with tinsel wrapped around his neck. Hoya thought he was Celine Dion. Apparently he's supposed to be a Christmas tree.
"Hyung, seriously," he snaps, shoving Dongwoo away. Then he has to reach out and grab Dongwoo's wrist to stop him from tripping backwards over a chair. With a sigh, he pulls Dongwoo upright. Dongwoo, ever cheerful and forgiving, holds out his half empty glass of beer.
"Here," he says. "It's a party, Hoya! Lighten up!"
Hoya's a little offended. He thinks that everyone around him could probably do with sobering up a little bit. But still, he doesn't like to be known as a party pooper and even though he doesn't understand quite how this party happened there's only so much being responsible he can take. He grabs Dongwoo's beer and drinks it in one. Dongwoo cheers when he's finished.
Two hours later Hoya remembers why he doesn't drink. His brain is doing the thing again. The thing where it makes his eyes stare at Dongwoo's mouth and wonder, idly, exactly what could fit in there. Probably a melon, he thinks, as Dongwoo tips his head back to laugh at Myungsoo tripping over thin air onto Sungyeol and bringing them both to the ground. A smallish melon, really, but still. Definitely a mango. Five rubber balls like the ones he used to play with as a kid, on a good day.
Then his brain says, "I bet my cock could fit in there."
Hoya gasps like a man floundering at sea, suddenly thrust into this strange world where his brain is no longer thinking idly about what Dongwoo could fit into his mouth and is instead thinking very intensely about what it would be like to get a blow job from Dongwoo. His brain, it turns out, can be very vivid when it wants to be. It's imagining Dongwoo doing something very interesting with his tongue, something he's certain Dongwoo cannot do, when he realises that he's flexing his fingers like they're tangled in someone's hair and he wants to loosen the pressure. He straightens them out, outspread. Tries to cross his legs to hide his half-erection, but finds the movement of material to distracting. He's wearing giant tiger pajamas, anyway, no one can see. He hopes.
His drunken thoughts on Dongwoo's mouth have always been fuzzy, like he's missing something underneath them, something that could help piece together why he's even thinking about Dongwoo's mouth in the first place. He's always thought that he was just trying to think of something else that would fit in Dongwoo's mouth, something either particularly fitting or hilarious. He supposes that in reality, he was thinking about something else, only it wasn't fitting or hilarious, it was inappropriate and a little bit terrifying.
It feels like an epiphany. He feels like he's been playing with one of those jigsaw puzzles where the pieces are held in a frame and have to be slid in a sequence to make it work. He's been struggling with the final piece because it was stuck, jammed between "best" and "friend", and now that it's in position he can see that the puzzle spells out "you want your best friend to suck your cock".
Then his sight goes black and it takes him a full five seconds to realise that it's because Dongwoo's draped his cape back over his face and not because a hole has opened up in the ground and swallowed him whole, like he was wishing. Frantic, Hoya flails the cape away from his face and almost punches Dongwoo in the stomach. He's only been wearing the cape a few hours, it shouldn't smell like him.
Dongwoo's wincing but his hobbling is mostly fake as he makes his way around the couch and sinks down next to Hoya. "Fine, fine," he says, "I won't do it again."
Hoya's heart is going so hard and fast that he wonders if it's possible to hear it over the music. He hunches a little and subtly edges a pillow half onto his lap, just in case. "Good," he says. "It's very -- where the hell did you get those teeth?"
Dongwoo grins at him. He's got a fake pair of vampire teeth over the top of his own. "Don't know," he says. "Myungsoo found them in Sungjong's room." Hoya can't tell if he's slurring because he's drunk or because of the teeth.
"Why does Sungjong have fake vampire teeth," Hoya asks. Dongwoo's pressing his tongue to his overgrown incisors. It's causing an uncomfortable tightening in Hoya's groin. He's only had five beers! Not enough to get him drunk and barely enough to get him more than somewhat tipsy. These are the thoughts of someone completely hammered. These are the thoughts of someone who is so drunk that they're able to overlook the fact that the person in the teeth is both a guy and your best friend, and only think about what it would be like to get sucked off by him.
Dongwoo shrugs. "Why does Sungjong keep the dresses he wears?"
"Why does Sungjong," Hoya says, because that pretty much sums it all up.
"Anyway," Dongwoo says, "the point is that I am not Dongwoo. I am Count Dracula and I vant to suck your blood."
"Oh, don't," Hoya says, meaning, don't emphasise the word suck right now, but Dongwoo pays him no attention and clambers onto him in an attempt at pressing his vampire teeth into Hoya's neck. Hoya tries to push him away, holding him at arms length, but they're too close in weight and size and Dongwoo is too determined to attack Hoya's neck with pointy pieces of plastic. What he does is pull Hoya down onto the sofa, slings a leg over his waist, hands holding down his shoulders, intones, "Blooooood", then lets his body drop down.
The points of the teeth are just pressing against Hoya's neck when Hoya knows that he's noticed the erection.
There's complete stillness for a good few seconds. All the noise of the party, the music, the shouting, the laughing, is replaced by a buzzing in Hoya's ears that just gets louder and louder the longer that he stays silent without trying to laugh this off. The look in Dongwoo's eyes slowly clears from amusement to something more than understanding mixed with something less than concern. He lifts up, moving into an almost sitting position. "Hoya," he says.
He's in the perfect position for Hoya to kick him off, but it still takes Hoya a couple of seconds to do it, immobilized by self-loathing and a rather terrifying desire for Dongwoo to put his crotch back on his. He's never had feelings like this before, particularly not for Dongwoo, and yet suddenly they're all he can think. Once upon a time he'd have found the way Dongwoo's mouth is hanging open a particularly stupid look. Now the feelings it invokes are enough to make him kick Dongwoo off his lower body and onto the floor.
The party is still going on. No one else has noticed. Dongwoo, on his knees beside the sofa, stretches out a hand and puts it on Hoya's knee. "Hoya," he says, "it's--"
Hoya shoves him away and practically pushes him back to the floor as he scrambles upright and makes a break for the bathroom. Luckily, for once, it's actually empty. He fumbles but manages to lock the door. Then he hunches over the sink, gasping again. He's drowning on thin air. He splashes so much cold water on his face that it soaks into the collar of his pajamas, but it has exactly no effect. He's still flushed bright red, his heart is still pounding, and his cock is still half-hard. His brain is still stuck on Dongwoo's open mouth.
His only plan of action, he decides, after a minute or two of staring into the mirror and hating himself, is to go out there and force so much alcohol down Dongwoo's throat that the chances of him remembering so much as his own name in the morning is unlikely. Then Hoya will go to bed and sleep off these feelings, which are clearly being caused by some sort of toxin in his beer. No more alcohol for him. Ever.
He unlocks and opens the bathroom door. Dongwoo is standing outside, hand lifted as if he were about to knock. Hoya almost slams the door in his face and instead slams the door on Dongwoo's foot which has been stuck in the gap between door and frame. Dongwoo yelps. "Oh, god, hyung, sorry," Hoya says, pulling the door back open.
Dongwoo takes his chance to jump forward, shove Hoya further into the bathroom, and quick as a flash, turn and lock the door. "Now," he says, "you can't just run away after you've had your cock in another man's stomach, okay, it's very rude."
"That sounds gross," Hoya says, for want of anything better, anything other than, I've fucked up badly, haven't I.
"Are you going to explain?"
"There's nothing to explain," Hoya says, trying for airy and getting a waver on the last word. "Haven't you ever--"
Then he's up against the wall, one hand held by his side by Dongwoo's, one of Dongwoo's knees between his, Dongwoo's free hand running through his hair and tilting his head to the side so that he can hiss, "Yessss," into Hoya's ear, then bite the lobe playfully.
Hoya makes a noise that he cannot put into words as he feels Dongwoo's own erection pressed against his own, hot body heat pooling while cold air is blown against his ear. "Hyung," he manages, "don't, please, don't."
"Lee Howon," Dongwoo murmurs, amused, his thumb stroking his temple, hand still in his hair. "I've seen you staring at my mouth, you know. Please credit me with some intelligence. Don't try to worm out of this now." He accompanies this with a light grind which sends tendrils of heat up through Hoya's body.
"You're drunk," Hoya says, once he remembers what breathing is. "You'll regret this when you sober up, when you wake up tomorrow."
"I stopped drinking an hour and a half ago," Dongwoo tells him. He steps backwards. His cape is twisted around his upper body, the teeth have disappeared, his hair looks like he's already had sex. He pulls the cape off and throws it away, then spreads his arms with a flourish. "Well then, Lee Howon. How do you want me?"
A millions thoughts run through Hoya's mind in a nanosecond, until he notices the slight smile on Dongwoo's mouth and he says "mouth" before he even realises that he's spoken. The slight smile widens to a bigger smile, and Dongwoo nods, before stepping back into Hoya's personal space and sliding down Hoya's body, unzipping as he goes. Hoya's frozen solid but he has time to wish that he'd worn more than just a t-shirt and boxer shorts underneath them, because it would be much easier to push Dongwoo away right now if there was more layers of clothing to work through. When he's on his knees, Dongwoo touches Hoya's left thigh, fingers cool, then hovers his hand over Hoya's crotch, just out of touch. Hoya's not so far gone to attempt moving into that touch, either.
"Someone's excited," Dongwoo says, then laughs.
"Fuck you," Hoya says, still not sure what's going on, still not sure which way is up, but comforted by the familiarity of Dongwoo's laugh.
"I thought you wanted my mouth," Dongwoo says innocently. "Not--" He stumbles. "Not that."
Hoya strokes his fingers through Dongwoo's hair, trying for gravity. "Hyung, get up," he says. "We can pretend this never happened. You don't have to do this."
Dongwoo hooks his thumbs and pulls down Hoya's underwear, and Hoya can't bear to look, so he tips his head back and thinks, Fuck you, Jang Dongwoo, and your inability to close your mouth, ever, so that I--
Warm, wet, slick; Hoya does his impression of a drowning man again and his fingers flex because they're tangled in someone's hair, but he's not trying to loosen the pressure this time, he's trying to keep Dongwoo there, right there, with his mouth around Hoya's cock. Hoya wants to ask how he knows to do this, because he's 90% certain that Dongwoo has done this before, because surely no one is this good first time around. Dongwoo seems to know exactly where to put his mouth, what to do with his tongue, how to use his--
"Ah!" Hoya cries, curling his toes into the material of his pajamas on the floor.
Teeth. Dongwoo can't do the interesting thing with his tongue that Hoya was imagining earlier, but he can still use it to tease with tiny flicks against the head of Hoya's cock before pressing it flat against the base as he takes Hoya further into his mouth and sucks. Hoya mangles five words in quick succession. Dongwoo pulls back to laugh and then sucks a bruise into being on Hoya's thigh.
Hoya is pretty much completely undone.
He pulls Dongwoo's head back, slides easily into Dongwoo's mouth, Dongwoo resuming his previous activity with the kind of enthusiasm he shows everything in life. There's a sense of a rhythm now, like it's building up to something, the grand finale, perhaps. The only sounds are the wet noises of Dongwoo sucking, the gasps and moans that Hoya's trying to muffle by biting his own palm, and underneath it all, the bass of the music still playing outside the room.
Dongwoo's stroking his thumb against Hoya's hip. Hoya doesn't know if he knows he's doing it, but he no longer cares, because it adds just enough feeling to send him spiraling towards the edge. His groin tightens and white spots break out on the backs of his eyelids, and with a moan which he tells himself does not include Dongwoo's name, he comes.
His knees must have buckled, he thinks, because the next thing he knows he's sitting on the floor, staring at Dongwoo. Dongwoo, whose mouth is swollen and a little shiny, whose hair is sticking out in every direction, whose eyes are glassy and whose jeans are looking tight, and Hoya just wants to touch him.
It probably looks more like wrestling, the way he pushes Dongwoo onto his back and tries to force his way into his pants. Dongwoo's wriggling, one hand trying to help Hoya, but he's just getting in the way, so Hoya pushes his hand aside with a growl and manages to get the button undone. That's all he needs to push the jeans down around Dongwoo's knees. His underwear shortly follows.
When Hoya first touches him, the noise that Dongwoo makes is one a starving man makes when given food. Hoya is so focused on watching him thrust into Hoya's hand that he misses the first, light kiss that Dongwoo gives him, and has to pay extra attention to the second. He wants more, more than that, so with his other hand, he cushions Dongwoo's head against the tiles and kisses him harder, tongue to tongue.
He alternates his strokes, slow then fast then slow, wanting this to keep going for as long as he can possibly drag it out for. He's back to being hard himself when he notices the way Dongwoo is gasping and half-breaking out of the kiss and guesses that it means that he's going to come soon. Hoya keeps kissing him, keeps feeding, while he pushes Dongwoo's legs apart with a knee, aligns their bodies so that they are hip to hip, groin to groin, and grinds down once, twice, before Dongwoo comes.
It takes ten more seconds of listening to Dongwoo gasp beneath him to come again himself.
It takes two more seconds for Hoya's brain to demand to know what exactly just happened and how the fuck they're going to make this okay.
"Ah, hyung," he says. Dongwoo's still got his eyes closed, breathing slowly through his nose, mouth shut for once. He's not smiling. "Hyung, I'm -- I'm so -- I'll turn the shower on, we need to clean up."
"Hey," Dongwoo says, without opening his eyes. "Come here."
Hoya hesitates. Dongwoo cracks open an eyelid and reaches out and drags him back down. Hoya winces; the tiles are cold. Dongwoo kisses him again, nips his bottom lip. "Who said I'm finished with you?" he asks. He's grinning. Hoya relaxes and pushes any thoughts about what this means until sometime preferably in the middle of next week.
Dongwoo's just rolled on top of him when someone knocks on the door. "Fuck off!" Dongwoo yells.
"But hyung--" Sungyeol says.
"Fuck off!" they both yell.
Silence.
Fandom: Infinite
Pairing: Hoya/Dongwoo, implied Woohyun/Sunggyu
Word count: 3,305
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hoya's wearing his animal pajamas, because it was easier to just be a tiger, and Dongwoo keeps draping the cloak over his face like they're playing peek-a-boo.
A/N: today is warmboys' birthday! it is today and does not stretch into tomorrow no matter what she is trying to tell me. This fic is brought to you by her love for Dongwoo's mouth and her need for fic about it. I don't even ship Yadong in a romantic sense, you know, the things that I do for you. the usual: I hate everything about this and I really hate the word "cock" okay. yeah the last part is just a chance to abuse Sungyeol.
Friendly Vampire
or; Open Wider, I Can Almost See Forever
Hoya can't remember whose idea it was (Sungjong's) but somewhere between Dongwoo wrapping a black cloak around himself and proclaiming, "I vant to suck your blood", and Sunggyu producing a giant bottle of brandy from underneath his bed, he starts to think that maybe it was a bad one.
He also wonders how much alcohol Sunggyu actually has ferreted away, and whether Woohyun knows where it is.
It's not really that much of a costume party, in reality. They've had to make do with whatever they had lying around their dorm. The cape belongs to Myungsoo, and no one has bothered asking why he owns it, because it's Myungsoo. Sungjong is in the dress he wore to dance to The Boys on Strong Heart, and they (okay, Sunggyu) managed to convince Woohyun to wear the Orange Caramel dress so now he's stomping around the dorm showing off horribly hairy legs. Sungyeol disappeared for half an hour and turned up in a plaid shirt claiming to be Myungsoo. He does a remarkably good impression.
Hoya's wearing his animal pajamas, because it was easier to just be a tiger, and Dongwoo keeps draping the cloak over his face like they're playing peek-a-boo. This, Hoya thinks, as he shoves black fabric out of his face for the fifteenth time, is what sucks about being responsible when your bandmates are on a mission to get as pissed as humanly possible in as short a period of time as is feasible. You have to put up with their drunken, brandy fueled antics, while you run around trying to stop the magnae from exposing himself in his tiny dress, and making sure all the windows are closed because a drunk Myungsoo is likely to trip and fall out of one.
Their illustrious leader, for the record, is sitting giggling on Woohyun's lap, drinking brandy from the bottle. He's in a sparkly shirt that no one wants to claim credit for owning, with tinsel wrapped around his neck. Hoya thought he was Celine Dion. Apparently he's supposed to be a Christmas tree.
"Hyung, seriously," he snaps, shoving Dongwoo away. Then he has to reach out and grab Dongwoo's wrist to stop him from tripping backwards over a chair. With a sigh, he pulls Dongwoo upright. Dongwoo, ever cheerful and forgiving, holds out his half empty glass of beer.
"Here," he says. "It's a party, Hoya! Lighten up!"
Hoya's a little offended. He thinks that everyone around him could probably do with sobering up a little bit. But still, he doesn't like to be known as a party pooper and even though he doesn't understand quite how this party happened there's only so much being responsible he can take. He grabs Dongwoo's beer and drinks it in one. Dongwoo cheers when he's finished.
Two hours later Hoya remembers why he doesn't drink. His brain is doing the thing again. The thing where it makes his eyes stare at Dongwoo's mouth and wonder, idly, exactly what could fit in there. Probably a melon, he thinks, as Dongwoo tips his head back to laugh at Myungsoo tripping over thin air onto Sungyeol and bringing them both to the ground. A smallish melon, really, but still. Definitely a mango. Five rubber balls like the ones he used to play with as a kid, on a good day.
Then his brain says, "I bet my cock could fit in there."
Hoya gasps like a man floundering at sea, suddenly thrust into this strange world where his brain is no longer thinking idly about what Dongwoo could fit into his mouth and is instead thinking very intensely about what it would be like to get a blow job from Dongwoo. His brain, it turns out, can be very vivid when it wants to be. It's imagining Dongwoo doing something very interesting with his tongue, something he's certain Dongwoo cannot do, when he realises that he's flexing his fingers like they're tangled in someone's hair and he wants to loosen the pressure. He straightens them out, outspread. Tries to cross his legs to hide his half-erection, but finds the movement of material to distracting. He's wearing giant tiger pajamas, anyway, no one can see. He hopes.
His drunken thoughts on Dongwoo's mouth have always been fuzzy, like he's missing something underneath them, something that could help piece together why he's even thinking about Dongwoo's mouth in the first place. He's always thought that he was just trying to think of something else that would fit in Dongwoo's mouth, something either particularly fitting or hilarious. He supposes that in reality, he was thinking about something else, only it wasn't fitting or hilarious, it was inappropriate and a little bit terrifying.
It feels like an epiphany. He feels like he's been playing with one of those jigsaw puzzles where the pieces are held in a frame and have to be slid in a sequence to make it work. He's been struggling with the final piece because it was stuck, jammed between "best" and "friend", and now that it's in position he can see that the puzzle spells out "you want your best friend to suck your cock".
Then his sight goes black and it takes him a full five seconds to realise that it's because Dongwoo's draped his cape back over his face and not because a hole has opened up in the ground and swallowed him whole, like he was wishing. Frantic, Hoya flails the cape away from his face and almost punches Dongwoo in the stomach. He's only been wearing the cape a few hours, it shouldn't smell like him.
Dongwoo's wincing but his hobbling is mostly fake as he makes his way around the couch and sinks down next to Hoya. "Fine, fine," he says, "I won't do it again."
Hoya's heart is going so hard and fast that he wonders if it's possible to hear it over the music. He hunches a little and subtly edges a pillow half onto his lap, just in case. "Good," he says. "It's very -- where the hell did you get those teeth?"
Dongwoo grins at him. He's got a fake pair of vampire teeth over the top of his own. "Don't know," he says. "Myungsoo found them in Sungjong's room." Hoya can't tell if he's slurring because he's drunk or because of the teeth.
"Why does Sungjong have fake vampire teeth," Hoya asks. Dongwoo's pressing his tongue to his overgrown incisors. It's causing an uncomfortable tightening in Hoya's groin. He's only had five beers! Not enough to get him drunk and barely enough to get him more than somewhat tipsy. These are the thoughts of someone completely hammered. These are the thoughts of someone who is so drunk that they're able to overlook the fact that the person in the teeth is both a guy and your best friend, and only think about what it would be like to get sucked off by him.
Dongwoo shrugs. "Why does Sungjong keep the dresses he wears?"
"Why does Sungjong," Hoya says, because that pretty much sums it all up.
"Anyway," Dongwoo says, "the point is that I am not Dongwoo. I am Count Dracula and I vant to suck your blood."
"Oh, don't," Hoya says, meaning, don't emphasise the word suck right now, but Dongwoo pays him no attention and clambers onto him in an attempt at pressing his vampire teeth into Hoya's neck. Hoya tries to push him away, holding him at arms length, but they're too close in weight and size and Dongwoo is too determined to attack Hoya's neck with pointy pieces of plastic. What he does is pull Hoya down onto the sofa, slings a leg over his waist, hands holding down his shoulders, intones, "Blooooood", then lets his body drop down.
The points of the teeth are just pressing against Hoya's neck when Hoya knows that he's noticed the erection.
There's complete stillness for a good few seconds. All the noise of the party, the music, the shouting, the laughing, is replaced by a buzzing in Hoya's ears that just gets louder and louder the longer that he stays silent without trying to laugh this off. The look in Dongwoo's eyes slowly clears from amusement to something more than understanding mixed with something less than concern. He lifts up, moving into an almost sitting position. "Hoya," he says.
He's in the perfect position for Hoya to kick him off, but it still takes Hoya a couple of seconds to do it, immobilized by self-loathing and a rather terrifying desire for Dongwoo to put his crotch back on his. He's never had feelings like this before, particularly not for Dongwoo, and yet suddenly they're all he can think. Once upon a time he'd have found the way Dongwoo's mouth is hanging open a particularly stupid look. Now the feelings it invokes are enough to make him kick Dongwoo off his lower body and onto the floor.
The party is still going on. No one else has noticed. Dongwoo, on his knees beside the sofa, stretches out a hand and puts it on Hoya's knee. "Hoya," he says, "it's--"
Hoya shoves him away and practically pushes him back to the floor as he scrambles upright and makes a break for the bathroom. Luckily, for once, it's actually empty. He fumbles but manages to lock the door. Then he hunches over the sink, gasping again. He's drowning on thin air. He splashes so much cold water on his face that it soaks into the collar of his pajamas, but it has exactly no effect. He's still flushed bright red, his heart is still pounding, and his cock is still half-hard. His brain is still stuck on Dongwoo's open mouth.
His only plan of action, he decides, after a minute or two of staring into the mirror and hating himself, is to go out there and force so much alcohol down Dongwoo's throat that the chances of him remembering so much as his own name in the morning is unlikely. Then Hoya will go to bed and sleep off these feelings, which are clearly being caused by some sort of toxin in his beer. No more alcohol for him. Ever.
He unlocks and opens the bathroom door. Dongwoo is standing outside, hand lifted as if he were about to knock. Hoya almost slams the door in his face and instead slams the door on Dongwoo's foot which has been stuck in the gap between door and frame. Dongwoo yelps. "Oh, god, hyung, sorry," Hoya says, pulling the door back open.
Dongwoo takes his chance to jump forward, shove Hoya further into the bathroom, and quick as a flash, turn and lock the door. "Now," he says, "you can't just run away after you've had your cock in another man's stomach, okay, it's very rude."
"That sounds gross," Hoya says, for want of anything better, anything other than, I've fucked up badly, haven't I.
"Are you going to explain?"
"There's nothing to explain," Hoya says, trying for airy and getting a waver on the last word. "Haven't you ever--"
Then he's up against the wall, one hand held by his side by Dongwoo's, one of Dongwoo's knees between his, Dongwoo's free hand running through his hair and tilting his head to the side so that he can hiss, "Yessss," into Hoya's ear, then bite the lobe playfully.
Hoya makes a noise that he cannot put into words as he feels Dongwoo's own erection pressed against his own, hot body heat pooling while cold air is blown against his ear. "Hyung," he manages, "don't, please, don't."
"Lee Howon," Dongwoo murmurs, amused, his thumb stroking his temple, hand still in his hair. "I've seen you staring at my mouth, you know. Please credit me with some intelligence. Don't try to worm out of this now." He accompanies this with a light grind which sends tendrils of heat up through Hoya's body.
"You're drunk," Hoya says, once he remembers what breathing is. "You'll regret this when you sober up, when you wake up tomorrow."
"I stopped drinking an hour and a half ago," Dongwoo tells him. He steps backwards. His cape is twisted around his upper body, the teeth have disappeared, his hair looks like he's already had sex. He pulls the cape off and throws it away, then spreads his arms with a flourish. "Well then, Lee Howon. How do you want me?"
A millions thoughts run through Hoya's mind in a nanosecond, until he notices the slight smile on Dongwoo's mouth and he says "mouth" before he even realises that he's spoken. The slight smile widens to a bigger smile, and Dongwoo nods, before stepping back into Hoya's personal space and sliding down Hoya's body, unzipping as he goes. Hoya's frozen solid but he has time to wish that he'd worn more than just a t-shirt and boxer shorts underneath them, because it would be much easier to push Dongwoo away right now if there was more layers of clothing to work through. When he's on his knees, Dongwoo touches Hoya's left thigh, fingers cool, then hovers his hand over Hoya's crotch, just out of touch. Hoya's not so far gone to attempt moving into that touch, either.
"Someone's excited," Dongwoo says, then laughs.
"Fuck you," Hoya says, still not sure what's going on, still not sure which way is up, but comforted by the familiarity of Dongwoo's laugh.
"I thought you wanted my mouth," Dongwoo says innocently. "Not--" He stumbles. "Not that."
Hoya strokes his fingers through Dongwoo's hair, trying for gravity. "Hyung, get up," he says. "We can pretend this never happened. You don't have to do this."
Dongwoo hooks his thumbs and pulls down Hoya's underwear, and Hoya can't bear to look, so he tips his head back and thinks, Fuck you, Jang Dongwoo, and your inability to close your mouth, ever, so that I--
Warm, wet, slick; Hoya does his impression of a drowning man again and his fingers flex because they're tangled in someone's hair, but he's not trying to loosen the pressure this time, he's trying to keep Dongwoo there, right there, with his mouth around Hoya's cock. Hoya wants to ask how he knows to do this, because he's 90% certain that Dongwoo has done this before, because surely no one is this good first time around. Dongwoo seems to know exactly where to put his mouth, what to do with his tongue, how to use his--
"Ah!" Hoya cries, curling his toes into the material of his pajamas on the floor.
Teeth. Dongwoo can't do the interesting thing with his tongue that Hoya was imagining earlier, but he can still use it to tease with tiny flicks against the head of Hoya's cock before pressing it flat against the base as he takes Hoya further into his mouth and sucks. Hoya mangles five words in quick succession. Dongwoo pulls back to laugh and then sucks a bruise into being on Hoya's thigh.
Hoya is pretty much completely undone.
He pulls Dongwoo's head back, slides easily into Dongwoo's mouth, Dongwoo resuming his previous activity with the kind of enthusiasm he shows everything in life. There's a sense of a rhythm now, like it's building up to something, the grand finale, perhaps. The only sounds are the wet noises of Dongwoo sucking, the gasps and moans that Hoya's trying to muffle by biting his own palm, and underneath it all, the bass of the music still playing outside the room.
Dongwoo's stroking his thumb against Hoya's hip. Hoya doesn't know if he knows he's doing it, but he no longer cares, because it adds just enough feeling to send him spiraling towards the edge. His groin tightens and white spots break out on the backs of his eyelids, and with a moan which he tells himself does not include Dongwoo's name, he comes.
His knees must have buckled, he thinks, because the next thing he knows he's sitting on the floor, staring at Dongwoo. Dongwoo, whose mouth is swollen and a little shiny, whose hair is sticking out in every direction, whose eyes are glassy and whose jeans are looking tight, and Hoya just wants to touch him.
It probably looks more like wrestling, the way he pushes Dongwoo onto his back and tries to force his way into his pants. Dongwoo's wriggling, one hand trying to help Hoya, but he's just getting in the way, so Hoya pushes his hand aside with a growl and manages to get the button undone. That's all he needs to push the jeans down around Dongwoo's knees. His underwear shortly follows.
When Hoya first touches him, the noise that Dongwoo makes is one a starving man makes when given food. Hoya is so focused on watching him thrust into Hoya's hand that he misses the first, light kiss that Dongwoo gives him, and has to pay extra attention to the second. He wants more, more than that, so with his other hand, he cushions Dongwoo's head against the tiles and kisses him harder, tongue to tongue.
He alternates his strokes, slow then fast then slow, wanting this to keep going for as long as he can possibly drag it out for. He's back to being hard himself when he notices the way Dongwoo is gasping and half-breaking out of the kiss and guesses that it means that he's going to come soon. Hoya keeps kissing him, keeps feeding, while he pushes Dongwoo's legs apart with a knee, aligns their bodies so that they are hip to hip, groin to groin, and grinds down once, twice, before Dongwoo comes.
It takes ten more seconds of listening to Dongwoo gasp beneath him to come again himself.
It takes two more seconds for Hoya's brain to demand to know what exactly just happened and how the fuck they're going to make this okay.
"Ah, hyung," he says. Dongwoo's still got his eyes closed, breathing slowly through his nose, mouth shut for once. He's not smiling. "Hyung, I'm -- I'm so -- I'll turn the shower on, we need to clean up."
"Hey," Dongwoo says, without opening his eyes. "Come here."
Hoya hesitates. Dongwoo cracks open an eyelid and reaches out and drags him back down. Hoya winces; the tiles are cold. Dongwoo kisses him again, nips his bottom lip. "Who said I'm finished with you?" he asks. He's grinning. Hoya relaxes and pushes any thoughts about what this means until sometime preferably in the middle of next week.
Dongwoo's just rolled on top of him when someone knocks on the door. "Fuck off!" Dongwoo yells.
"But hyung--" Sungyeol says.
"Fuck off!" they both yell.
Silence.