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When San got home, he heard the shower running as he slipped his bag off his shoulders. He smiled softly to himself and took his shoes off. After putting on his slippers, he shuffled through their apartment. He stopped outside the door, listening to the music coming from inside. It took a few moments to place what song, but once he did, he figured Seonghwa was the one in there.

San continued on the path toward his room. Not his own room, of course not. To Seonghwa's. It was so cozy; he loved spending time in it. He wasn't sure if Mingi was home, but he assumed not given how quiet the house was besides the sound of the shower and his own shuffling. He lay on his bed and rested his back against the wall, legs dangling off the side. He could lay normally, but he made his decision to be perpendicular, and he was going to stick with it. 

He heard the shower turn off, but that didn't mean anything. Seonghwa had a whole skincare routine he had to go through, and it'd probably be another twenty minutes before he came in. He pulled his phone out and started scrolling through comments, laughing at funny and thirsty ones alike. Really, all it took was for him to tilt his head up at an angle and show off his jawline and neck to get ATINY going. He snickered at yet another comment with the kneeling emoji, half tempted to like it to cause panic.

San was going through his gallery, debating whether to post some cuter selfies for another post, when a squeak startled him. He lowered his phone and saw Seonghwa fumbling in the doorway.

"Hi, Hyung!" San greeted, eyes scrunching as he smiled at him. 

San's eyes widened as he took in what Seonghwa was wearing. He had one of San's sweatshirts, the light gray pullover hoodie hanging off Seonghwa's thinner frame. That wasn't weird; that was normal. They all borrowed each other's clothes all the time. He remembered early on in their careers that they all had burrowed a pair of pants so often that ATINY made a 'brotherhood of the traveling pants' joke. 

His eyes traveled down to Seonghwa's legs. San couldn't tell if Seonghwa had shorts on or even underwear with how the hoodie came down to his upper thigh, but he didn't care about that. San's eyes were fixed on the exposed skin of Seonghwa's thighs. However, Seonghwa's entire legs weren't bare. He had matching light gray knee-high socks.

Seonghwa obviously noticed San staring. His hands tugged at the front of the sweatshirt to hide more of his legs. "I didn't know anyone was home. I- Aren't you supposed to be at schedules still?"

San snapped his mouth closed, embarrassed to realize his jaw was hung open. "I, uh, finished early."

He tried to look at Seonghwa's face, but his eyes kept darting to Seonghwa's legs. The socks weren't even all that fancy. Just plain, over-the-knee gray socks. But they matched his hoodie. His hoodie! This outfit was planned with San's hoodie in mind. And the way the shade made Seonghwa's skin look even a deeper honey color. His brain flashed the phrase ' absolute territory ' unhelpfully in his mind. San was horrified to realize his mouth was watering. What the fuck.

"How was your shower?" San blurted out.

"Fine," Seonghwa squeaked. He shuffled awkwardly into his room, facing San the entire time, and he continued to pull the hoodie down to hide more of himself.

San hated how awkward this was, so he made it more uncomfortable by saying, "Nice outfit." Seonghwa stopped, nearly tripping over his own feet. San rushed to keep talking for some ungodly reason. "You should wear my hoodies more often."

Seonghwa blinked at him. "Thank you." His hands wrung the sweatshirt nervously. "I… I do wear them. When you're not home."

San tilted his head. "Why's that?"

Seonghwa pressed his lips together. He looked down at his outfit before looking back up at San. He settled on a half-shoulder shrug.

"Well, you look pretty," San complimented earnestly. He gestured for Seonghwa to come closer. "Now, come cuddle with me."

 Seonghwa's face flushed. "I'm not wearing pants."

San's eyebrows furrowed. "I've seen you naked backstage during quick changes." He didn't know why he jumped to that first. His eyes once again traitorously glanced down to Seonghwa's bare thighs. 

Seonghwa seemed just as taken aback by it if his wide eyes and raised eyebrows had anything to say. "That's different."

"How, you've got more clothes on now," San argued. "Even if you're not wearing underwear. Which you can just put some on."

"I am wearing underwear!" Seonghwa said defensively. 

San gestured like that settled it. "See! How many times have I crawled into your bed, or any of the other members, to cuddle with, and I was only in my boxers? You guys didn't complain. Well, not to my face. You don't mind, do you, Hyung?"

"Of course not," Seonghwa rushed to say. "It's just…"

When Seonghwa trailed off, San pouted. He reached his arms out for Seonghwa, though his Hyung was still far out of his reach. Seonghwa let out a frustrated sigh before yanking the front of the sweatshirt up and scrunching his eyes closed.

San's mind screeched to a halt before turning into static. Below his sweatshirt was a matching light gray lace underwear. He stared, open mouth as he took in the sheer fabric with lacey embroidered flowers. Seonghwa's soft cock was partially obscured by the cotton gusset that covered the crotch area. San wondered how it'd look hard in those panties. San clenched his fits to get himself together. 

"They're pretty," San said, trying to say it as normal as possible.

Seonghwa opened one eye, looking at San hesitantly. "You think so?"

San didn't trust his voice, so he nodded. Seonghwa hiked the sweatshirt up more, blushing faintly as he twisted slightly to show off the back. They showed off more than half of Seonghwa's cheeks with the cut of them. San's nails dug into his palms. 

"Thank you. I really want to wear more pretty clothes. The stylists have been working hard to put me in more genderless clothes, but I want to wear more . Joong-ah's been encouraging me to wear more things to help me feel more comfortable. He even bought these for me."

San's jaw clenched. "Hyung got you those?"

Why the hell was San feeling jealous of something so stupid? It wasn't the first time someone bought underwear for others, but usually, it was boxers or briefs as a joke. This was lingerie. 

Seonghwa nodded. He laughed, hand coming up to hide his smile. "It was so funny. He awkwardly placed the bag on my bed one day after coming home from the studio before bolting to the bathroom to get ready for sleep. We haven't talked about it much since, but he's gotten me three pairs, I think? These are my favorite, though."

"I can buy you some," San rushed to say. 

Seonghwa blinked in surprise before waving his hand in the air dismissively. "No, it's okay. I've gotten over the embarrassment and started buying myself some."

San frowned. “No, no, let me do it.” He didn't know why he was so insistent. He shuffled over to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the ground. "To show you that it's okay. You should be able to dress however you want. If I can walk around in my boxers, you should be able to walk around in panties."

"Well," Seonghwa said with a playful smile. "We have been telling you to put some clothes on for a while now."

San pouted at him. He beckoned Seonghwa over, and this time, the older came closer. San always was manspreading, so Seonghwa stood between his spread legs. 

San's hands found Seonghwa's hips, fingers brushing over the back of his upper thigh and ass, and he frowned up at his Hyung. Seonghwa wasn't surprised by the gesture, San loving skin ship and loudly a butt lover. It wouldn't be the first time San's hands were on his butt, clothed or unclothed.

"Let me buy some for you," San asked.

Seonghwa sighed and nodded. He let go of the hoodie, which fell over San's hands and the panties. "Fine."

San smiled brightly, dimples popping out and making Seonghwa coo. His hands carded through San's hair as the younger pressed his cheek to Seonghwa's torso. "My hoodie matches so well."

Seonghwa laughed fondly. "Sorry again for taking your sweater. It's just... when I saw you wearing it last week while I was wearing these, I realized we were wearing couple clothes, kind of."

San's hands reflexively squeezed Seonghwa's butt, inhaling in shock. How often did Seognhwa wear panties underneath his clothes? And Seonghwa thinking about the fact that they matched? It was usually Hongjoong that Seonghwa was harassing with 'couple items,' yet now it was him. San smiled and turned his face to hide it in Seonghwa's stomach. San's mind started running rampant with images. His hands drifted up more, fully grabbing Seonghwa's ass and kneading them in his hands.

Seonghwa's hands rested on top of San's, gently pulling them off. "San-ah," he said quietly. His voice had a weird tone, however. 

San lifted his head, his smile still on his face. "We can go through my closet and find the perfect hoodies for you! Then I can get you more matching pairs." He flipped his hands over so he could hold Seonghwa's hands instead.

Seonghwa's laugh sounded nervous, eyes looking away. "You definitely don't have to do that."

"I want to," San insisted.

The blush on Seonghwa's face looked so cute. "No, I mean, I already—Christ. I already have underwear that match all my favorite hoodies of yours."

If San were a better person, he would not have just fucking moaned at that. His eyes widened, and he ripped his hands out of Seonghwa's to slap them both over his mouth. His shocked expression was mirrored on Seonghwa's face, but his Hyung's mouth hung open. 

The two of them momentarily frozen. Then, they both spoke at once.

"I'm so sorry -"

"Oh, you're hard."

San's jaw clicked shut as he processed what Seonghwa said. He looked down at the slacks he wore from his early schedules. He was only half hard, but still, it was noticeable. He made a weird sound like a dying cat and yanked Seonghwa's pillow onto his lap to hide it. His face felt so warm. He was sure his blush wasn't as cute as Seonghwa's was. He probably looked like a tomato. A very awkward tomato that wanted to explode.

Seonghwa studied San's face and body language, his own expression guarded. Tentatively, he put his hands on San's shoulders. "I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said.

"I swear I'm not trying to fetishize you," San rushed to say. His mind thought back to all the more vile comments they got whenever one of them wore a skirt in public, tipping past the line of playfully suggestive and into way too uncomfortable. He didn't want Seonghwa to think he was being like that.

Seonghwa nodded. "I know," he said simply. His voice and expression were sincere. 

Still, San felt like he had to keep explaining himself. "It's just, you're wearing my hoodie, and you've got this whole matching outfit with it, and it looks so good on you, and it all accentuates how long your legs are and they're always so sexy but especially right now, in my hoodie, with those socks, and-"

Seonghwa interrupted his word vomit before it could get particularly bad. "You think my legs are sexy?"

San bit his tongue. Not in a playful way or in a way to get himself to stop talking. He genuinely bit his tongue on accident. He winced, hand coming up to touch his mouth reflexively as if that'd do anything. Still, he nodded. "Yeah, obviously. Who wouldn't?"

A hand traced up the back of San's neck to play with the hairs on his nape. "Want me to show off my panties, Sannie? With your hoodies?"

San looked at him hesitantly. "You'd do that for me? Even though I… like it so much?"

Seonghwa smiled like he had a secret. "I'd do it because you like it so much."

"Oh," San said eloquently. 

Seonghwa giggled at him. "San-ah," he said softly. San swore no one ever said his name so sweetly. "Can I kiss you?"

San nodded while saying, "Yeah," not even needing to think about it. Well, he was thinking, just not so much with his brain. 

It was shy and soft, their hesitancy evident. It wasn't the first time San had kissed one of the members. He had kissed Yeosang while drunk twice and soberly made out with Wooyoung more times than he could count. This was different, though; there was a tension in the air that wasn't there when he was with Wooyoung or Yeosang. 

Seonghwa's hand threaded more surely through San's hair as he breathed a soft sigh through his nose. The tentativeness started to fade as they got more acquainted with each other in this way. San let Seonghwa tip his head back, and he deepened the kiss. The younger was more than happy to let Seonghwa guide them.

San's hands slipped up Seonghwa's hoodie, and he felt the soft, warm skin stretch over hard-earned muscles. His hands splayed over Seonghwa's back, pulling him closer. Seonghwa brought a knee onto the bed to stop himself from tumbling over from San's eagerness and, in turn, pressed against San's growing erection. San let out a startled moan. 

San's hands slid down, surprisingly passing Seonghwa's butt to hold his thighs instead. The skin was soft and smooth, and San realized Seonghwa must have shaved his legs in the shower. His fingers moved down to the socks, playing with the elastic band holding them in place, but San didn't move to try to take them off.

Seonghwa smiled into the kiss before breaking it so they could breathe.  

"Hyung." San's voice was breathy as he looked up at the other. 

Seonghwa pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I have to go grab your hoodies. Stay here for me, okay?" When San nodded, Seonghwa pulled further away. He looked San up and down before he gently swatted San's shoulder. "And what have I told you about wearing your day clothes in my bed?"

San pouted and looked down at the clothes he wore out and about. "Sorry. Could you grab me a change of clothes?"

Seonghwa smiled, just barely shy of a smirk. "Oh, so now you want to wear clothes?"

San fidgeted. He absolutely wasn't opposed to wearing the least amount of clothes possible, but he was obviously hard, and being in just boxers would bring more attention to it. Then again, Seonghwa knew already. 

With a sigh, San stood up. He unceremoniously pulled his shirt over his head. Seonghwa's eyes roamed over his form, which made San's blush travel down his neck. San quickly unbuttoned his pants and shucked them down his legs. He handed both clothes to Seonghwa, who smiled and headed out of the room toward San's to put them in his dirty laundry basket and retrieve the sweatshirts. 

San, in the meantime, sat in Seonghwa's desk chair. He took some deep breaths to try and ground himself. He tried to sort everything out in his head. He got hard seeing his Hyung in his sweater and wearing panties and those goddamn socks. And when Seonghwa noticed he was hard, he offered to show off his outfits for him. San's hand came up, his thumb swiping at his bottom lip as he thought about how good it felt to kiss Seonghwa.

Seonghwa entered with a stack of neatly folded sweaters and gently shut the door behind him. His eyes scanned the small room until they landed on San. He gave him a shy smile and put the clothes on his bed. "Okay, so," Seonghwa started to say. His hands smoothed out over the piece on top of the stack, betraying his nerves and showing the first hint of them since before he lifted the sweatshirt earlier.

San's lips turned into a pout. "If you're nervous, Hyung, you don't have to."

Seonghwa smiled at him. "I want to." He left the pile where it was before moving to grab his clothes. 

San's eyes trailed after him, honed in on his thighs again. Seonghwa bent over slightly to rummage through his drawers, causing the back of the sweatshirt to rise and show the bottom of Seonghwa's ass. San bit his thumb as he appreciated the view. Seonghwa turned around, hands full of various pairs of socks, underwear, and maybe even another top, and placed them on the bed beside the sweaters. 

He grabbed a cream-colored knit sweater. San didn't recognize it at first. Then he remembered he had bought a bunch of cute, thin-knit sweaters, but Hongjoong and Wooyoung teased him for how big his chest looked while wearing them, so he tucked them into the back of his wardrobe. He didn't realize Seonghwa had ever seen those before. Then he grabbed cream-colored knit tights and matching underwear. He put the clothes aside and looked at San with a cheeky smile.

Seonghwa's hands lightly traced up his thighs before grabbing the bottom hem of the sweatshirt to pull up over his head. San soaked in every new inch of skin. Seonghwa's hands continued to trail over his body, highlighting the lean muscles he worked hard for. San realized Seonghwa was giving San a show.

Seonghwa walked toward San, swaying his hips as he practically glided over. San swallowed as Seonghwa stopped before him. Seonghwa gently placed a foot up on the arm of the chair. "Can you help me take these off?"

One of San's hands found Seonghwa's thigh, gently gripping it as if he was too scared to touch him. His other slowly began to work the stocking down his leg. Once the sock was discarded, San's hand glided up and down his skin to feel its smoothness. "Your skin is so soft."

"Thank you," Seonghwa preened. 

He let San's hand massage his calf and thigh. San found himself leaning forward subconsciously, getting closer and closer until a finger poked him in the forehead. He looked up, intending to look at Seonghwa's face, but his eyes stuck in front of him when he realized how close he was to Seonghwa's crotch. His cock was mainly soft, but he noticed he was getting hard. It was harder than when Seonghwa first showed off the panties for him.

Seonghwa pulled his leg back before putting up the still stocking-clad one. "Next."

San repeated the process; this time, his hand gripped Seonghwa's thigh more confidently. Then, his hands found Seonghwa's hips. "Can I take these off, too?"

Seonghwa hummed in thought, pretending to think it over before nodding. "Go ahead."

San's fingers hooked into the scallop-edge waistband. He took a slow breath before pulling them down. Seonghwa moved his legs to help San with it.

It was definitely different. As he said, they had seen each other naked multiple times, be it a quick change backstage or at a sauna, or even just walking in accidentally on someone changing or showering. This, however, was deliberate. Seonghwa was naked for him . Seonghwa rested his weight on one hip, accentuating the lines of his body and his long, long legs. He continued to pose, letting San get his fill. 

Seonghwa let out a small giggle. "Can I get the next look?"

San nodded, laughing as well. He sat back and tried to calm down, relaxing his shoulders and releasing the tension. He felt so wound up and knew it would just keep growing.

Grabbing the cream set of clothes, he slipped into the v-shaped waistband underwear that contrasted beautifully with his skin, more so than the gray. They were covered up almost immediately with the knit leggings. San wasn't disappointed at all; the stockings were probably his favorite part. Or, actually…

As Seonghwa slipped the sweater on, he looked over his shoulder coyly at San. San bit his lip to suppress a grown. Even though San didn't wear the thing more than once, the knowledge that it was still his had his cock filling out more. Whatever his face did made Seonghwa laugh and give a twirl. His Hyung hurried over to San and sat in his lap, startling San, whose hands hurried to grab his slim waist to stabilize him. 

"I'm glad you like these so much," Seonghwa said, cupping San's jaw before guiding his face toward him. This time, the kiss was much more confident. Seonghwa's mouth was warm, wet, and eager . Before San could get his bearings, Seonghwa leaned back again. "How's this one?"

San's hands roamed his body over his clothes, feeling the knit below his palms. They focused mainly on his thighs, though. "It's good. Pretty. But…”

Seonghwa frowned, suddenly looking worried. "But?"

San looked down to look between them, his hands squeezing the legs straddling him. "I think I like the knee highs more. Like seeing your thighs."

Seonghwa sagged slightly in relief. He then giggled, kissing San again. This time, San was ready. He could kiss him back, showing his Hyung he knew how to kiss and wasn't inexperienced. He sucked Seonghwa's bottom lip into his mouth, getting a pleased sigh from him. The feeling of Seonghwa's hands threading through his hair was pleasant, and the way they gave a dull tug made him grip his legs harder.

Seonghwa moved closer until their crotches bumped into each other. San groaned, and Seonghwa used the movement to lick his mouth. Seonghwa tasted like the cinnamon toothpaste he used. The habit of avoiding mint was still so strong after living with Hongjoong for so long. 

His hips started rolling into slow circles, grinding their dicks together. San's head started spinning as he could feel Seonghwa hardening against him. 

San hesitated before tugging at the waistband of Seonghwa's tights. "Hyung," San panted. "Hyung, can I see?"

Seonghwa nodded and rose to his knees. San pulled down the tights as far as he could with Seonghwa kneeling over him. San let out another moan seeing Seonghwa's half-hard cock in his lacey panties. It looked so pretty. 

"You're so pretty, Hyung."

"Do you," Seonghwa started, "do you want to touch?"

San's eyes darted up to his face. That was also different. Whenever he made out with Wooyoung, they have, on the rare occasion, dry-humped until they came in their pants like teenagers, but they never touched each other's dicks. San licked his lips and swallowed. "Is… is that okay?"

Seonghwa paused. He studied San's face. "I want to. Do you?"

"So much," San whispered. "I hadn't thought about it before, but." He gathered up the sweater in his fists. 

Seonghwa looked pleased, not needing San to finish his sentence. "Then it's okay."

San decided he wasn't going to dwell on it and cupped Seonghwa's cock over the underwear. The older gasped, and his hips kicked into his hand twice before he got himself under control. Seonghwa let out a tiny curse before pressing their lips together again. San led the kiss this time, tongue exploring Seonghwa's mouth and drinking in all the little sighs and moans as he continued to work his hand over his clothed length.

"San," Seonghwa sighed as he reluctantly broke the kiss. He peppered San's jaw with kisses, though, like he couldn't bear to be parted. "I have more outfits to show you."

San laughed slightly and removed his hands from Seonghwa. "Okay, okay." He kissed the tip of Seonghwa's nose before the older stood up. 

Seonghwa slipped the tights down his legs. He walked over to the bed, where the other clothes were. He pulled the sweater over his head, stretching his arms to show off his back muscles. He then bent over, sliding the panties down his legs, showing off his ass. 

Knowing it was okay, San gripped himself through his boxers. His grip was light, just to take off the edge as he watched Seonghwa's backside as he gathered the next outfit. He sucked in air through his teeth as Seonghwa slipped on a simple solid black G-String. Then Seonghwa pulled on a plain black garter belt. 

"Since you like it when I show off my thighs," Seonghwa said, leaving the sentence at that. 

He turned to sit on the edge of the bed. One by one, he pulled on sheer thigh-high stockings with a wide floral lace thigh band. He clipped fastened the garter belt to the socks before rising to his feet again. He took his time, posing to show off the stockings for San, watching as the younger man touched himself.

He grabbed a hoodie from the pile and pulled it over his head. San recognized the black knit distressed hoodie from Work promotions. San blinked a few times, having thought the stylists had taken it back. On stage, San had worn a tank top underneath it since the hoodie was practically like a mesh top at its most fine-knitted parts and open, gaping holes in the more distressed areas. 

Seonghwa, however, didn't wear anything below it besides the garter belt and thong, still letting San see his Hyung's beautiful body while wearing his clothes. Seonghwa looked like the embodiment of sin, and San was so thankful to be an atheist as he had no problems grinding against the heel of his palm.

"While the gray panties are my favorite underwear," Seonghwa started as he sat on the bed again. He crossed his legs and leaned back on his elbows. His eyes pinned San to his seat with hooded lids. "This is my favorite outfit," he said.

San knew he could easily pull his cock out, either through the window or shoving his underwear down, but instead, he continued to play with it through his underwear. He squeezed his hand around the head. 

"Did you steal that from the stylists," San asked. He had tried to sound cool and put together. His voice was still so breathy he knew he sounded desperate. And he was, but he didn't need Seonghwa to know. Then again, Seonghwa knew from the second he first moaned.

Seonghwa laughed, though it was hard to tell if he was laughing at San or himself. "I asked for it, and they gave it to me. No stealing needed."

Seonghwa started to copy San, feeling himself through his underwear. Seonghwa's cock poked out through the waistband, having no room to fit his erection into a small g-string. He barely paid the tip any attention, though, fingers running over the clothed shaft and balls. 

"San, why are you so far away?" Seonghwa pouted. "The whole point of you taking your clothes off was so you could stay in my bed."

San raised an eyebrow. "The whole point?"

Seonghwa bit his lip, looking San up and down. "Main point," he corrected. His free hand beckoned San over, and who was he to refuse?

San rose to his feet and made his way over to Seonghwa. The elder stuck his leg out toward San, and San took his ankle in his hand. He pressed a kiss to the bone before trailing more kisses up Seonghwa's inner leg. The higher he got, the longer the kisses lingered, tongue occasionally licking at the fabric. When he reached the end of the thigh-high stockings, his teeth lightly nipped the skin before raising his head to look at Seonghwa.

His face had that pretty blush again, and his breathing was heavier than before as he brought his other leg up. San didn't hesitate to repeat the process on the other, showing it just as much devotion as the other. After biting Seonghwa's bare thigh again, he wrapped his Hyung's legs around his waist.

San took another moment just to look again. His hands glided up Seonghwa's legs, over his hips, under the hoodie, and stopped just above the garter belt to hold onto his waist. He let out a small laugh in awe. "Asked the stylists," he repeated, shaking his head fondly. "Is it just my clothes?"

"Of course," Seonghwa answered. 

San ghosted a hand down Seonghwa's torso, wrapping his hand around the exposed half of his cock. "Why?"

Seonghwa's eyes fluttered as San started to pump his hand slowly. Still, he kept his eyes open, making sure to keep his eyes on him. "Isn't it obvious?" When San just pouted, Seonghwa finally spilled. "San, I've been trying to fuck you for years now."

San choked on his spit. " What ?"

Seonghwa chuckled and laid back on the bed, hands above his head. "Sometimes you're very dense, Sannie."

"Years?! Why didn't you say anything?"

"It's not an easy thing to bring up," Seonghwa admitted, now his turn to pout. 

San's thumb swept over the head of his cock, collecting the beading precum there. "Well, I'm glad I caught you. Fuck , do you have any idea how hot you look?"

The pout vanished, replaced with a laugh. "Why do you think I wear them?"

San's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Seonghwa's thumb smoothed out the crease between his brows. "The panties I wear because I like them; they help me feel pretty. But pairing them with your clothes? It makes me feel sexy."

"You are sexy," San said quickly. Then, his brain connected some dots. "Wait. Wait, Hyung, do you wear my clothes to jerk off?"

Seonghwa rolled his lips in but nodded. San groaned and dropped his head down onto Seonghwa's shoulder.

"Fuck, Hyung," San said. He lowered the panties, hooking the waistband under Seonghwa's balls so he could have access to all of him now. They both moaned as San properly wrapped his hand around Seonghwa. He felt so perfect in San's hand, the heat and weight making San's brain fry. "You can show me more after."

"After?" Seonghwa repeated. 

San nodded as he watched Seonghwa's reactions each time he twisted his hand differently, trying to figure out what felt best for his Hyung. He felt his own cock throb when Seonghwa's head tilted back with a particularly sharp gasp. "I need to see you come, like, twenty minutes ago, but I'll settle for now."

Seonghwa let out a surprised laugh that was cut off by a moan as San leaned down to lick at his nipple through the holes of the sweater. His hand found San's hair while the other grabbed his shoulder, arching into his mouth.

San smiled as he mouthed at the bud. "Oh good, yours are sensitive." He gently scrapped his teeth over it and relished the shaky sigh Seonghwa let out. "Mine are too, but Wooyoung's don't do anything for him."

San felt his hair tugged more insistently, so he lifted his head. Seonghwa looked down at him with a confused frown, eyebrows furrowed. "Do you sleep with Wooyoung?"

"No," San answered. Then he pursed his lips. "Well, sort of. Not like this." He looked over Seonghwa's body. His pretty Hyung was laid out for him, wearing his sweater and lingerie, which he put on to show him —letting him touch . San's own cock dripping precum not just because it's getting attention but because of Seonghwa. "Definitely not like this."

The smile Seonghwa gave him had his heart stutter in his chest. He couldn't help but kiss him again. San also couldn't help lining their hips up so he could grind against something. Seonghwa tugged at San's boxers, trying to pull them down until San reluctantly let go of Seonghwa's cock to do it himself. 

Seonghwa looked down between them, biting his lip when he saw San's cock. San saw Seonghwa's own dick twitch, and he felt his ego swell. "And I thought you were big soft."

San tried to kiss him again, but Seonghwa made a frustrated sound and tilted his head to look at the ceiling. "Hyung?"

"I want you to fuck me, but-"

"We don't have to go that far," San rushed to say. He was already much farther than he thought he'd be when he came here. He was fully prepared to nap on Seonghwa's bed while the other played animal crossing.

Seonghwa put a finger over San's mouth to silence him. "I want to, but… not today." Seonghwa sighed like the idea of not having San in him was killing him. On the other hand, San groaned at the promise of another time. "We have schedules tomorrow, and you're bigger than I thought you'd be. We'd have to do it when we have more free time."

San nodded and kissed the finger still over his lips. "Whatever works for you, Hyung."

Twin groans echoed off the walls at the first brush of their bare cocks against each other. Pretty, high moans and sighs left Seonghwa's mouth with each roll of San's hips, complimenting San's deeper groans and grunts. 

Seonghwa reached down between them and wrapped his hand around them to give them even more friction. San hissed between his teeth as he fucked into Seonghwa's hand. San gripped Seonghwa's thighs, his fingers sure to leave bruises, but Seonghwa never wore shorts that short to show off his mid-thighs, not even going pantless around the dorm. San wanted his beautiful tanned skin to carry his fingerprints, but this was the only place he could. No one else would see it but him. That both excited and annoyed him. He wanted others to see how he had his Hyung like this but wanted no one else to see his beautiful legs.

San let out a shuddering breath. "Hyung, you look so hot; I—fuck—I don't think I'm gonna last long."

He whimpered as Seonghwa thumbed at the slit of his cock. His confession made Seonghwa's hand work faster over them. 

"Come on, Sannie."

Seonghwa tried to push his sweater out of the way, but San yanked it back down. "Keep it down."

"You're going to ruin it," Seonghwa whined.

" We are gonna ruin it," San corrected. He dropped his head to tuck it into Seonghwa's neck. "You can have the one I wear on tour."

He mouthed at Seonghwa's neck, holding back from leaving an actual mark. San shook as he spilled into Seonghwa's hand and onto the hoodie below. Seonghwa's hand kept moving to milk it all out of him, even as San started whimpering from oversensitivity. San didn't pull away, and in fact, he kept rolling his hips against Seonghwa's cock. 

Seonghwa wasn't far behind. His legs tensed around San's waist and pulled him impossibly closer, and the nails of his free hand dug into San's shoulder blades. Seonghwa's cum mixed with the mess seeping into the wool. 

As they came down, San lifted his head to smile at Seonghwa. He was sure he looked disgustingly fond but couldn't help it, especially when Seonghwa mirrored it and pulled him in for another kiss. 

San was reluctant to break the kiss and even more unwilling to get up. Still, he was starting to feel sticky where their cum smeared across his abdomen, and the dry sweat on his body made his skin feel tight. 

"Hyung, can we shower together?" San asked softly, afraid that the magic would break if he spoke too loud.

"Of course, Sannie." Seonghwa's hand carded through San's hair again, and the younger man couldn't help but push into it. His next words sounded like he was going for nonchalance, but San could hear the nervousness, "Do you… want to sleep in here tonight?"

"I'd love to." San kissed Seonghwa's cheek. He wasn't sure if he could kiss his lips outside of sex. "Maybe you can show me the rest of the outfits in the morning.

Seonghwa groaned, turning his head to look at the forgotten pile. There were still four more sweatshirts and six different pairs of underwear. San's eyes followed his gaze, and his soft cock gave a twitch at the thought of all the outfits Seonghwa had. Seonghwa let out a sigh. "I don't think we have time for that with our schedule, San."

San tried not to let the rejection affect him. "No, yeah, that's okay."

Seonghwa patted his head. "We'll just have to find time around our schedules. I'll give you another fashion show, and you can fuck me finally."

San perked up, and Seonghwa hid his laugh behind his hand. San nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, absolutely." He stood up off the bed and helped Seonghwa to his feet. He then paused, looking up at his Hyung. "Can we still kiss?"

Seonghwa looked so fond San's heart felt like it was going to explode. He nodded. "You can kiss me whenever you want, Sannie." He leaned down to connect their lips but paused and pulled back. "In private. Don't do that on camera."

San rolled his eyes and laughed. "Obviously."

"You kiss Wooyoung all the time on camera."

"On the cheek!" San defended. 

Seonghwa didn't respond; he just pressed their lips together again. It was soft and sweet, and both smiled into it. San's arms wrapped around Seonghwa's waist to pull him closer. Seonghwa even kissed San's cheek and nose after they parted. "Come on, it's shower time."