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𝕃𝕀 (𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆)

Their game eventually ended at around three in the morning, when a tipsy Huening collapsed to the floor and passed out there. Yes, as the game had continued and Binhyuk, Yeonjun, and Ryujin had come up with the most weirdest and random dares, Huening had just given in and swallowed alcohol.

The others' states were sort of similar to him. Taehyun and Yuna had passed out as well. Soobin was sort of drunk, slurring. Beomgyu was tomato-red now, skin flushed and he was only giggling at whatever anybody said to him. Jungkook and Binhyuk were tipsy, same as Soobin. Ryujin and Yeonjun were rambling to themselves, close to blacking out.

"Y-yeonzznnn~" Beomgyu nasally drawled and hiccupped. "Can you pleeaaaseee-" He hiccupped again. "-shut uppp~" He giggled at the end, covering his mouth.

"Make me, darling." The pinkette flirted with a greasy smile. He closed his eyes and leaned in with a pucker on his plump lips.

The younger wasn't, of course, in the right state of his mind. He giggled and leaned forward as well, closing the subtle gap between them.

"Go get a fucking room suckers!" Ryujin snorted loudly at them with a scrunched-up nose. None of the two responded to that, only a short chuckle escalating from Soobin's lips.

And neither of Beomgyu and Yeonjun had pulled apart from the kiss. Throughout the stage of biting and sucking on each other's lips lustfully, they somehow got up and stumbled into Soobin's room, both sensing the urgency in their twitching crotches.

Shutting the room's door behind, Yeonjun shoved Beomgyu up against the wall, kissing his jawline and sucking marks on it. The younger whimpered, entangling his fingers with the pink locks. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, sliding a hand underneath Yeonjun's shirt to feel his body.

"I love you, princess," Yeonjun whispered seductively, unbuttoning the other's satin shirt and tracing his lips on his collarbone. With every sloppy lick on Beomgyu's skin, he breathed praises, while the walnut-haired just leaned against the wall, submitting himself.

"Y-yeonjun~" Beomgyu weakly moaned. "Y-your shirt.."

"I want you to take it off, baby." Yeonjun firmly demanded, eyes radiating desire.

The younger nodded eagerly. He had never felt this submissive and numb in front of someone's intense gaze. He slammed his lips on the elder's, hands quickly trailing to his shirt's hem and undoing the buttons.

Yeonjun returned the force Beomgyu had pushed on him and pressed him against the wall, digging his one knee between the younger's thighs. He took Beomgyu's tinted bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it downward lightly so his lover would give him consent to enter his mouth.

The walnut-haired separated his lips in an instant, letting Yeonjun's warm tongue wander around every bittersweet corner of his mouth. He was way too distracted in pushing the elder's shirt off to fight back to win dominance.

The pinkette devoured his mouth with a tilted head, with passion and urgency, delicately and roughly at the same time. The way his tongue surveyed every corner, it was hot and rough, and Beomgyu winced in his mouth. The way he cupped Beomgyu's cheek, although, was gentle and careful, as though handling an elegant petal of flower.

The younger's grip on Yeonjun's hair clenched, tousling the blonde-pink locks. Their hard members came in contact and both moaned in unison, the elder tugging his fingers on Beomgyu's pants' hem. He gently pulled away before looking at his lover with adoring lust. "Can I, princess?" He smirked a bit, knowing what was the answer.

And Beomgyu matched with his presumption, squeaking out a "P-please~". He bit his lips harshly as Yeonjun rolled down his pants, and underwear as well. His hard erection shot up, asking for the pinkette's attention.