Episode 007: From Pikachu, With Love
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Unanon post: music_withme
dongwoo corrals him into a storeroom somewhere behind set. it's pathetic that they get more privacy outside than in the dorm, but they have just enough time. hoya yanks dripping hair out of his eyes. he's sweaty and sticky and uncomfortable and dongwoo is hovering everywhere, hands flitting from his cheeks to his neck. he bats them away and shrugs off his jacket, letting it drop to the ground in a furry mess. god, he mutters, feeling the cold seep in through the damp patches of sweat soaking through his vest. his face is burning and he jerks away from dongwoo's hot breath on his neck.
dongwoo laughs and breathes harshly on him, and sniffs. his nose is running and he might be getting sick. those are some sick eyebags. woohyun presses himself against the cold stone wall and pulls dongwoo close by his belt loops.
their thighs touch, and their knees bend. they're really spending too much time enjoying this, hoya thinks. they're definitely going to be late. dongwoo smiles, his grin full of some kind of elation that tugs against hoya's navel. they're sweaty and dongwoo coughs, leaning against hoya, averting his head. they're both trembling with exhaustion, letting the stone and concrete sap the heat from them. hoya can't even be bothered to struggle out of his pants now, but he's so, so hard.
dongwoo leans back, wraps his arms around hoya's neck. hoya really just wants to stay like this, to keep things pg-13. it's confusing how dongwoo can touch him so tenderly and yet can corner him into a storage room with a perverted grin on his face.
hoya blushes. he reaches down and pops the button, feeling the zipper slide smoothly. dongwoo moans and buries his head in hoya's neck. hoya doesn't even really want to do it now, he just wants to stay like this, to breathe in bleached hilights and
but something about dongwoo's energy is infectious. he reaches down and cups, and pulls and strokes until dongwoo shudders and quakes in his arms with a different kind of tension. hoya's kind of getting in the mood now, actually. on second thought, he wouldn't mind--
the door flies open.
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