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Chapter 20 // The Horror

Note: This chapter happens immediately after the last so its the same day/night. Baekhyun didn't spend the night with Chanyeol. Tao texted him to come over so he does, k. I left this out cuz I felt like it wasn't all that important and kind of self-explanatory but just in case!!! The next chapter will be about the auditions so its focus will be on Chen and I might add a Tao POV as well but I'm not sure...

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Suho had finally reached his breaking point. His sanity and pride could no longer be reigned in and now nothing could stop him. Not his stupid roommates. Not his dumb preferences about beds. And definitely not ridiculous car crashes.

He was done with his blue balls and he craved a remedy.

If he didn't get his fix of Xiumin he was going to go mad and he had mentally prepared himself to fuck it out no matter the obstacles. He didn't care if fate wanted to keep them apart. He was. Just. Done.

Baekhyun was out of the apartment to meet with Zitao, which couldn't be better. Sehun hardly ever left their place, and whenever he seemed to be gone he wasn't. And so fucking what? Maybe he was a horrible parent for it, but he could care less if Sehun heard every damn moan, thrust, and scream. He'd be scarred but maybe then, he'd be more empathetic of the shit Suho had to deal with.

For the record, he was pretty sure Sehun wasn't around anyway.

The brunet ran his fingers through his hair, half in nervousness and half in an attempt to perfect his appearance. He had asked Xiumin to come over but had left out why. He felt spontaneity was needed and honestly, he was hoping one look at him would be enough to urge to older male into action.

The thought alone had him semi-hard already and if that didn't make his yearning painfully obvious he didn't know what would.

Hearing a knock at the door caused his breath to hitch in anticipation. He couldn't remember being this horny ever.

He tried not to race to the door and once he was there, he took one extra second to unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt before finally opening the door. It was Xiumin and he seemed to be perfectly healthy (surprisingly) and drool-worthy with his tight clothes, toned arms, tousled hair, and natural bedroom eyes he always bore.

Suho shifted the weight of his feet as he took it all in, his eyes raking over his boyfriend lustfully. He especially eyed the brunet's muscular biceps, feeling an extreme need to lick the smooth expanse of skin there. Unbeknowingly, a low whine escaped his throat cutting off whatever greeting Xiumin was about to give.

"He- Oh."

The younger's eyes slowly met his gaze and his teeth pulled on his bottom lip as he practically begged for it with one look. Xiumin's eyes lit up, a smile spreading his lips as he cocked his head sexily.

"Oh fuck yes," he said as he stepped through the doorway, bringing his plush lips to Suho's to initiate a fiery makeout session.

Suho keened into it, gladly allowing the brunet's tongue entrance while throwing his arms around his neck, fingers finding a purchase in his soft hair. Xiumin's hands settled firmly on Suho's waist while he dominated their kiss. They were sloppy, needy, and rough but it was everything they'd craved the past however many months.

"You taste so good," Xiumin drawled as their lips parted, soon after pressing teasing kisses to his jawline.

Suho's mind was so fuzzy all he could manage was a shameless whine as he wrapped his legs around his boyfriend to bring them closer together. Their new position rubbed their equally erect members against one another, causing a hurricane of stimulation to crash down upon them. Xiumin nuzzled into Suho's neck, muffling a low groan the same moment Suho's head lolled back to release a whorish moan.