YEONGYU ONESHOTS

kiss your eyes and repent

by lovelanguages on ao3

In between the comeback and the concert preparations, Beomgyu almost goes a whole month without getting fucked.

Okay, correction—Yeonjun had given him a dizzyingly wet blowjob the other week, and it had been enough to take the edge that was building in between the gaps of his spine. But. It's not the same.

He wants to be stretched open. Filled. He wants to feel the drip of Yeonjun's cum leaking out of his hole, like a bitch in heat that's bred and owned.

He hates himself for wanting it. He'd gone so long, nearly twenty years, without sex, and now, he can't even last a month without wanting to get dicked down. It's sick.

But can you blame him?

Beomgyu glances to where Yeonjun is sitting beside him in the practice room, taking a little breather on his phone. His hair's bleached a dirty blond, slick with sweat, and he's dressed in some threadbare white shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. Beomgyu swallows as his eyes drop down to the wide opening of his shirt, revealing the finest set of collarbones he's ever seen in his life. And his arms—Beomgyu doesn't even know what to say. Just presses his legs together, squirming as he tries to reign in his thoughts.

His boyfriend is so hot it makes him miserable. If he loved his career even a smidge less, he'd quit just so he can be Yeonjun's non-celebrity boyfriend. It would be easier than having to be this close to him every day, but unable to touch until they're behind closed doors because of stupid rules imposed on them by the company (okay, Beomgyu understands why the rules are there, but they are against him right now. So, stupid.)

It's so miserable.

He unintentionally lets out a little whine, and it unfortunately captures Yeonjun's attention.

The bastard cocks his head to the side as he turns to Beomgyu, "You okay?"

"Yeah," Beomgyu lets out and hopes it doesn't sound as needy as he feels. "Just a little hot."

He even wipes his forehead with the back of his hand for emphasis. The only hot he is right now is for dick.

God, his brain right now is so awful. He wants to cover his face and die.

Yeonjun coos, reaching over and patting him, "Do you want some water?"

"It's okay," Beomgyu says. His eyes are tearing up from how horny he is right now. He blinks, a lot, and hopes Yeonjun understands that the blinks are morse code. They're saying, please fuck me. Thankfully, his mouth doesn't listen to his brain. He safely says, "I think I just need to take a walk. A little lap around the floor. It's just a little hot in here. Might get ice cream from the caf."

Yeonjun frowns, and it is the cutest frown Beomgyu has ever seen in his life! His misery doubles. "Do you want me to come with? It would be nice to stretch my legs out too."

Ugh, his boyfriend is so sweet. Beomgyu would love it if he came. Literally and figuratively. "No!" Beomgyu shakes his head. "There's still a lot left for practice. You should rest. I know you have to stay later too, because of the solo dance performance—"

"You're saying that as if you're gonna be gone for an hour or something," Yeonjun laughs as he stands up. He extends a hand, "Come on. I want ice cream too."

"Alright," Beomgyu says, weakly. He takes Yeonjun's hand. Yeonjun tugs him up to a standing position, all with one hand (ugh, he is so strong), and he crashes against Yeonjun's chest. His face...against his hard chest. It cannot get worse than this for Beomgyu.

But it does, indeed, get worse.

For some, god awful reason, Yeonjun chooses to eat a popsicle today.

Strawberry flavored, Beomgyu notes, close to tears. It's Beomgyus' favorite flavor.