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Jongin scrunched up his face a little, turning his head to press his face into the warmth it was near, frowning when he heard a soft clink of… metal? He shifted a little, his eyes opening halfway before closing again and he sat up, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands, hearing the clinking again, followed by a groan he knew came from Kyungsoo. He opened his eyes the rest of his way as he moved to lower his hand, freezing mid motion as his eyes widened at the sight. Kyungsoo was on the bed, which in itself wasn’t something completely shocking even if the other was one for cleaning up and getting dressed in sleepwear after making love. Not only was he , but he was also handcuffed to the headboard.

“Did… did I…” Jongin’s throat tightened around the question, Kyungsoo seeming to be assessing for any discomfort before a small smile played across his lips and Jongin’s hands came up to cover his reddening face as the night before came rushing back.

~

Jongin felt his ears burn at the laughter he heard the group burst into as Kyungsoo dragged him from the living room to his and Sehun’s room, all but slamming the door shut behind them as he pinned Jongin to it. Kyungsoo’s lips on his own stifled a small noise from the younger before he placed his hands on the dark haired male’s chest, forcing him to walk backwards across the room before Jongin pushed him onto his back on the bed, quick to follow for another kiss. Kyungsoo grabbed the front of Jongin’s shirt when the younger tried to pull back, releasing it out of surprised when Jongin took his lower lip between his teeth, dragging them along the older’s lips as he pulled back. When Jongin managed to get out of the other’s reach Kyungsoo arched an eyebrow when he knelt beside the bed, digging under it for a few moments, and Kyungsoo felt a light shiver at the clink of metal that he heard before Jongin reappeared on the bed. He seemed so shy in comparison to a few moments ago as he held up the handcuffs, and Kyungsoo shifted up the bed a little, raising his arms to the headboard in a sign of invitation.

Jongin set the handcuffs aside long enough to pull off Kyungsoo’s shirt, receiving fingers through his hair as he kissed down the older’s neck. Kyungsoo raised his arms again when Jongin picked up the handcuffs, locking them into place while being sure he could fit two fingers between Kyungsoo’s wrist and the metal of the cuff, his lips ghosting over Kyungsoo’s after. He cracked a smile when Kyungsoo tried to press their lips together while he pulled back, hearing the clink of handcuffs when Kyungsoo instinctively went to reach for the other to pull him closer and he scowled lightly up at the cuffs.

“Do you want me to take them off, Hyung?” Jongin asked and Kyungsoo turned his attention back to him, his own lips quirking up.

“I’ll just have to get creative about how to get you to do what I want,” he replied, sending a shiver through Jongin this time, and he dug out the lube in his nightstand drawer, setting it beside Kyungsoo on the bed.

Jongin took the other’s tip into his mouth, for only a moment before he popped off, earning a huff from the older, making him laugh softly. He circled the other’s tip with his tongue a few times, taking Kyungsoo back into his mouth, feeling a blush spread across his cheeks at the noise from his own throat when Kyungsoo hooked a leg around his neck to get him to take a little more of the older into his mouth. He closed his eyes, starting to softly as his free hand reached around for the bottle of lube, flicking open the cap. He tried to pull back from the other’s , Kyungsoo shifting his leg so he could, looking down at the younger as his breathing came out in light pants.

“Let me know if I do this wrong,” Jongin said, rubbing a lubed finger over the other’s entrance, being met with a quirk of Kyungsoo’s lips.

“I’ve seen you do it to yourself, I don’t think you’ll do it wrong,” He replied, Jongin’s cheeks darkening as he closed his eyes; he had almost forgotten about that night.

Jongin slid his index finger into the older slowly, swallowing hard at the tight warmth that surrounded his finger as he waited a moment before pulling his finger out most of the way, sliding it back in. The idea of topping Kyungsoo for the first time made his heart race more than the alcohol had, and he took his time preparing the older – he half expected Kyungsoo to grow impatient with him, knowing that he had his own times of wanting the older to just hurry up and take him. But Kyungsoo made no indication of rush, simply rolling his hips a little when Jongin brushed against his prostate, his lips parting as his eyes closed. Once Jongin was able to slid three fingers in and out with little resistance he pulled his hand back, s with some more lube before wiping the remnants on the comforter and lining up with Kyungsoo’s entrance.

“You still sure about this, Hyung?” Jongin asked, looking down when Kyungsoo wrapped both of his legs around his waist the best that he could, trying to pull Jongin closer.

“I’m sure. I’m also sure that I’ll find a way out of these handcuffs to ride you here in a minute,” Kyungsoo said, Jongin letting out a small noise at the throb it sent through his . He let Kyungsoo pull his hips closer, enough to get his tip into the other’s entrance, and his breath hitched as he slid the rest of the way in. He pressed his face into the side of Kyungsoo’s neck, hearing the other sigh almost contently and he couldn’t help but wonder if Kyungsoo had fanaticized about this like he himself had. He waited until he felt Kyungsoo clench around him, causing him to nip at Kyungsoo’s neck and break the string of kisses he had been delivering, taking that as his sign to start moving.

Jongin started pulling out and rocking his hips forward, pulling out a little more each time. When he pulled back so just his tip was in the older he leaned down, capturing Kyungsoo’s parted lips in a kiss before he completely in; he probably would have been a little more cocky about the noise he got from Kyungsoo in response if the heat around his wasn’t making him lightheaded already. He felt the other’s legs tighten around his waist, making him realize that he had stopped moving, caught up in the feeling of the other around him mixed with the other’s lips moving against his own. He broke the kiss, pressing his face into the side of Kyungsoo’s neck, hearing the other chuckle something that sounded like ‘cute’, and he pulled out to in a little harder to try and wipe off the smile he was sure was playing across Kyungsoo’s lips.

Jongin managed to start up a slow rhythm, pausing on the occasion that Kyungsoo would clench around him, and after the third time Jongin was pretty sure it was just because Kyungsoo enjoyed hearing the whimper that it dragged from him. Jongin reached between them, wrapping his fingers around the other’s , making sure to pay close attention to the area just under the older’s head, well aware that it would make Kyungsoo’s legs quiver. Jongin was surprised when the older came before he did a few moments later, swallowing hard at the way his back arched and the handcuffs scraped ah the wood of the headboard, and he a little harder into the contracting heat, kissing Kyungsoo deeply when he was pushed over his own edge.

They stayed close until Jongin shivered as his body cooled down, Kyungsoo letting his legs down from being around Jongin’s waist so he could pull out, opting to lay on top of the older right after.

~

Jongin jumped when he heard the pounding on the front door, looking at the bedroom door when it silenced only for it to start up again and he sighed, finishing the task of unlocking the handcuffs attaching Kyungsoo to the bed before he grabbed a long t-shirt that went to his knees and ran his hand through his hair a couple times.

“It’s probably Sehun, or Yifan-Hyung, too lazy or hungover to want to get out their keys,” he said, starting for the door only for Kyungsoo to take a hold of his wrist and pull him back onto the bed. “Hyung, I need to get the door,”

“They’ll have to get their key, you’re not leaving this bed until I say so,” Kyungsoo replied, his breath fanning out against Jongin’s neck, making the younger shiver and give up his initial struggle.

When no one came to the door after the third knock Baekhyun glared at the closed door. He reached to try the doorknob, rolling his eyes to find that it was unlocked, letting himself inside. He had been in the dorm once before, and knew that Sehun and Jongin’s room was the door on the left; there was a chance that Chanyeol was hiding in there curled up with his guard dog, but the door on the right was closer so he decided to check there first. The bag in Baekhyun’s hand dropped to the floor once the door closed behind him, causing the blond figure beside Chanyeol to flinch, before his eyes opened, and it took a few moments for him to seem to realize that there was someone other than Chanyeol and him in the room. He started to sit up, but the weight of the black haired male kept him on his back until he managed to pull the other from his sleep enough to push him off his chest.

“What the , Chanyeol?” ZiTao noticed the way the voice woke Chanyeol up in a split second, watching the other bolt up, eyes wide as they locked onto the brunet in the doorway.

“B-Baekhy-” The dark haired male flinched as he was cut off, and ZiTao frowned deeply at the other male. If this was Baekhyun, who he had heard from Jongin had broken up with Chanyeol, why was he here? And why did he seem so pissed off?

“You accuse me of cheating on you, and then we’ve been broken up less than a week before you hook up with some bag-eyed loser at a party? you.” ZiTao squinted at the brunet, having half a mind to flat out ask Chanyeol what he had been doing with the prick and why he hadn’t been the one to leave the other in the first place.

“Excuse you,” ZiTao said, Baekhyun turning a sharp look to him for a moment before his eyes were back on Chanyeol. “You’re the one walking into other people’s dorms for no reason.”

“I have a reason.”

“Oh yeah? Is the reason ‘screaming at your ex like a lunatic’?”

“Shut the hell up, brat.”

“Baekhyun, leave him alone,” Chanyeol cut in, straightening his posture when Baekhyun grit his teeth.

“What's going on in here?” The three turned their attention to the copper haired figure standing behind Baekhyun, Chanyeol noticing the way that the younger tensed and tried to pull the blanket up to hide himself. Baekhyun stepped out of Minseok’s line of sight, pointing at the two on the bed.

“I found this little homewrecker half in bed with Chanyeol!”

“He's the one who wouldn't get out of my bed,” ZiTao mumbled, shrinking a little when Baekhyun turned to tear into him more.

“Like that should matter! There's another bed for -” Baekhyun cut off when Minseok grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him back and all but throwing him out of the room. The brunet glared at him before he huffed and making his way from the dorm. ZiTao got up from the bed, causing Umin to turn his attention to him as he padded across the room towards the older. He stopped when Minseok took a small step back, noticing how Minseok’s eyes were on the dark mark on the base of his neck, a hand coming up to cover the mark.

“Thank you for defending-” he cut off when Minseok started to turn away and he reached out, catching the back of the others shirt. “M-Min-”

“We’ll talk later,” Minseok said shortly, continuing from the room when ZiTao’s hand fell from his shirt. ZiTao winced at the harsh sound of the door shutting, frowning at Chanyeol when he heard him chuckle.

“Looks like everyone’s walking in on us, huh?” he asked, his grin fading when he noticed that ZiTao didn't seem amused. “What?”

“That was my boyfriend.” Chanyeol felt the color drain from his face, the start of a sick feeling starting in his stomach.

“.”

“ is right,” ZiTao said, one hand coming up to rub his face.

“ZiTao, why did Minseok look like he was crying when he…” Yifan trailed off, ZiTao turning to look back at the shocked look on his face as he took in the sight of the two. “ZiTao what is wrong with you?” he asked, though it came out a closer to a demanding tone, and he took a hold of ZiTao’s arm when the younger tried to move away. “What happened? I knew I should have let you drink last night, how am I supposed to be comfortable leaving you alone when I'm in China if you pull this kind of ?” Yifan rattled off, wincing when he felt ZiTao’s fingernails dig into the skin of his wrist before he released the younger who promptly ran into the bathroom inside the dorm room, a click sounding as the lock slipped into place.

“Leave me alone, I feel bad enough without you yelling at me,” ZiTao called back and Yifan sighed at the tears he heard in the younger’s voice. He turned his focus to Chanyeol, who held his hands up in surrender.

“I-I didn’t mean to screw things up,” he stammered, flinching when Yifan took a step towards himself before stopping shortly and rubbing his face with his hands, running them through his hair after as a groan passed his gritted teeth.

“I knew something was going on, I knew we shouldn’t have left the dorm. If we had stayed I would have heard something and stepped in and-”

“Wait… what all do you think happened, Yifan-Hyung?” Chanyeol asked, pulling the older’s attention to him.

“I think it’s a little obvious what happened,” he replied, gesturing to Chanyeol’s all but frame, and Chanyeol looked down at himself for a moment before shaking his head almost frantically, meeting Yifan’s gaze again with a wide one of his own.

“W-wait, no. We didn’t… We didn’t sleep together!”

“I find that a little hard to believe.”

“We didn’t! I…” Chanyeol dropped his gaze back to his lap. “I tried to, but he told me no. I was hurting because of memories of playing party games with Baekhyun… and when I wouldn’t move off of ZiTao’s bed he laid down beside me and it was just like how Baekhyun would if... we went to bed right after a fight. I tried to pester him into moving to the other bed, but he turned around to face me instead and I… I asked him to kiss me. I didn’t know he was with someone, otherwise I wouldn’t have, I swear!” Yifan looked back at the door before he shook his head, sitting on his own bed.

“That doesn’t change the fact that ZiTao kissed you, and you two were found in bed together… Or the dark hickey you left on the side of his neck that won’t be going away for a while,” Yifan added, his eyes flickering to Chanyeol before he closed them and hung his head.