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“Tails,” Soobin claims just as Beomgyu throws the coin in the air. They both hold their breaths as the coin gains height, spinning around a few times that they can’t keep count of before it lands in Beomgyu’s hand, his other one covering it quickly.
“Do I flip it?” Beomgyu asks, holding his hands out as Soobin nods. “Okay. Okay, so tails is for you and heads is for me, yes?”
“Yes.”
And then Beomgyu takes his hand with the coin out and smacks it onto the back of his hand, anticipation increasing just as he takes it off and—
“Yes!” Beomgyu cheers, throwing the coin in a random direction as he starts celebrating, doing little rounds of his bedroom as Soobin stuffs his face into a pillow. It was tails. Soobin was bottoming.
It isn't like this is how it is always going to be; maybe they will coin flip every time, but this was their first time. And the universe has decided that Soobin will go first. Soobin wants to complain and say something about how he isn’t prepared—which is a massive lie—but that wouldn’t be fair to Beomgyu. Soobin had already won the wheel spin they did to decide where their first date would be (they’re indecisive, okay, they need help deciding on things together). He just had to suck it up. He was the older one in their relationship after all.
“Fine, whatever,” Soobin responds, trying to act like he wasn’t excited now that they had decided on something they had been arguing over for the past few days. He rolls his eyes when he sees Beomgyu hopping towards him on the bed, probably on his way to tease him for losing…winning? Soobin isn’t sure how to feel about this; maybe once everything is done, he’ll have a different opinion. “Let’s decide on a date.”
This time, they don’t need a wheel spin or a coin flip. They settle on Beomgyu’s bed together as Soobin scrolls through their schedule, discussing what date they could have their first time together. Again, it feels so odd to hyper-plan all this, but Beomgyu doesn’t like doing things without a proper plan. Soobin wouldn’t really mind just going into this whole thing unprepared if he were the one who won the coin flip. Lost the coin flip? Whatever.
“How about the Sunday after?” Beomgyu suggests, pointing to the day when they finish work at a fairly early time—if 8 pm can be considered early.
“I guess that works,” Soobin hums in agreement, quickly adding to their shared calendar, ‘BeomBin plans do not disturb’.
The reaction is instant, though Soobin is concerned that his members might be on their phones a little too much to have reacted to a notification that fast. Maybe he needs to put his foot down and use his leader card to get them all to fall asleep on time, but then that would mean Soobin has to set an example himself and go to sleep before midnight, and that’s physically impossible. So he decides to be merciful. Fine. No bedtimes.
Yeonjunnie hyung
A date?
Again?
Is this not your third date this month
Taehyunnie
Leave them alone
They’re in their honeymoon phase
Hueningie
I personally like your nickname being soogyu more than beombin
Choi Beomgyu
There’s too much lore behind beombin…
You wouldn't understand…
Yeonjunnie hyung
?????????
Taehyunnie
I feel like I know what that means
Yeonjunnie hyung
What is it
Taehyunnie
I don't think you would want to know
Hueningie
Oh god
Hyungs
Please tell me you didn’t just book off time to
To
To
Yeonjunnie hyung
TO WHAT?
Can someone please explain TT
Soobin scoffs at the messages in the group chat before grabbing Beomgyu’s phone, stopping him from explaining anything to Yeonjun and dropping their phones on the bedside table.
“Come on, let’s sleep.”
“But—” Before Beomgyu can complain about whatever it was, Soobin drags his head down to the pillow and leans over him, kissing him to silence him for the few moments of peace they’ll get, especially since they only had a few hours to go before their next schedule. “I was talking…”
“Goodnight, Beomgyu.”
“G’night, Hyung.”
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Beomgyu had a plan. He had suggested that maybe they should warm themselves up until Sunday. And by warming up, it meant something like this—with Beomgyu sprawled across Soobin's bed, with the elder hovering over him, kissing into his mouth with a pace so slow, it was almost like he was trying to coax the younger to sleep. Beomgyu's arms wrap loosely around his shoulders, head tilting back as Soobin kisses down his jaw, lightly nipping at the end of his neck.
“We have schedules tomorrow,” Beomgyu warns, though he makes no move to stop Soobin when he bites down a little harder at his shoulder. It's only when Soobin's hand slides under his shirt that Beomgyu pushes him away. “It’s late, Hyung. We should go to sleep.”
Soobin looks reluctant, torn between diving right back into what he started and doing what's right by listening to Beomgyu. It’s not like they get a lot of time to themselves to do anything like this, but if warming up is the only goal, he supposes he should stop. And so, in the end, as always, Soobin obediently sits back on his heels, panting quietly before flipping down onto the bed beside Beomgyu.
“How do you feel about next week?” Soobin asks, lying on his side to face Beomgyu.
“Nervous,” Beomgyu answers, holding his hands over his face. “But also excited. Can you imagine, in a week, I'll be inside you.”
“What a way to imagine it,” Soobin laughs, smacking Beomgyu's arm. “Don't get too comfortable with this, you never know the next coin flip might be in my favour.”
“In your favour?” Beomgyu hums, turning to face him. “Do you think it's a loss to be the bottom?”
“I don't know, haven't done it before. I guess I'll find out.”
“And if it's a win?”
Soobin smiles, all pearly teeth. “Then I might lie and gatekeep.”
The warming up gets a little out of hand after that, with Beomgyu pinning Soobin against their kitchen counter, hips meeting in the middle, dry humping like teenagers. They're not thinking straight—not at all, especially when Beomgyu sticks his hand into Soobin's sweatpants, cold fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. They've never gotten this far intimately, but everything moulds so well together. Beomgyu kisses Soobin deeply, giving his cock long and slow strokes, feeling every inch of him.
“Beomgyu,” Soobin whispers, his fingers clutching the younger one's hoodie. He's breathless as Beomgyu's pace fastens, emboldened by the way Soobin leans further onto the kitchen counter, hips jutting up to meet every stroke. “Beom—”
“Oh my god.” They both jump apart at the new voice in the kitchen, Soobin quickly tucking himself away and they both turn to see Yeonjun standing at the door, a hand over his eyes. “Could you please not do this in the kitchen of all places?”
“Sorry,” Soobin immediately apologises, red in the face, awkward that they got caught in such a compromising situation.
Beomgyu thinks otherwise. “Well, why the hell are you in our dorm to begin with?” Beomgyu scoffs, though his expression tells that he's embarrassed too, masking it with annoyance. “You have a fully functioning kitchen in your place, too, Hyung.”
“I sent a text to Soobin an hour ago that I'm coming over with food,” Yeonjun answers, making a show of protecting himself when walking past them to the sink. “It’s not my fault you were so busy sucking each other's faces that you didn't see it.”
“That—”
“I don't want to know anymore,” Yeonjun cuts them off, hands over his ears. He turns around, gives them a look over, before nodding his head at Beomgyu. “Wash your hands before you touch my food, you freak.”
They don't stop there, and maybe it's because the anticipation has become its own type of foreplay, every glance in the practice room, every time their hands brush against one another, every night they end up pulling away and not following through, a promise of Sunday. Soobin could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter, and the feeling in his stomach made him feel like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. Just a few more days, he had to hold on.
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The dorm is quiet when Soobin lets himself into Beomgyu’s room, closing the door behind him with a click. He doesn’t need to lock it, not when they don’t even share the dorm with the other three anymore, and the rest of them know not to disturb them—Yeonjun was giving them looks of disappointment after he figured out what beombin meant, so he definitely wasn’t going to be coming over.
When he looks up, he finds Beomgyu already sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with his phone as he glances up with a nervous look on his face. Maybe since it’s all so manufactured, Soobin feels more anxious than he expected himself to, and the two of them just stare at each other for a moment.
“Hi,” he says stupidly, moving from one foot to another.
“Hey.” Beomgyu smiles, some of his nervousness visibly leaving him when Soobin returns it. “So, are we…?”
“If you're still up for it.”
“Of course, I am,” Beomgyu answers immediately, standing up, then sitting back down. He buries his face in his hands with a sigh. “Fuck, why am I so nervous? We've seen each other naked before.”
“In a much different context, yes,” Soobin laughs. Beomgyu has opened the door during his showers countless times; he isn’t even fazed at this point, and Beomgyu even joined him once when they were getting late, so no, seeing each other naked isn’t something new. “But that was more accidental.”
“Uh-huh, and this is…” Beomgyu trails off, swallowing hard.
“Intentional,” Soobin finishes for him, and they look at each other again.
Out of all the ways Soobin imagined this to go, it definitely wasn't like this, with Beomgyu on the verge of laughing and Soobin anxiously stepping from foot to foot, unsure of whether he should cross the distance to the bed.
“Come here,” Beomgyu says warmly, reaching up to hold Soobin's waist as he steps towards him. Soobin goes willingly, letting him pull him until he’s standing between his spread legs. He has a goofy smile on his face, hands warm even through the fabric of his sweatpants. “You're fine with bottoming, right? I know we agreed to do a coin flip and let that decide, but I just want to make sure. There's no pressure whatsoever.”
“Yeah,” Soobin says, with no hesitation, just a smile. “I'm sure, and…I've already been preparing…”
Beomgyu's smile softens. “Okay, get on the bed, Hyung.”
While it isn’t a command, more like a gentle coaxing, it still sends shivers down Soobin’s spine. He climbs onto the bed, long legs trying their best to make space, and he settles against the pillows, watching Beomgyu follow him onto the bed, crawling over him with an intent that makes Soobin’s already red cheeks grow hotter. He looks good from this angle.
“Hi,” Soobin mumbles, eyes trailing Beomgyu as he leans in.
“Hi,” Beomgyu whispers back.
And then he’s kissing Soobin, in the soft and slow way they always do, like they have all the time in the world. Maybe they do, with the day clear of schedules, and bodies burning with desire. But if they were to call it quits and chalk this moment up as warming up, Soobin would truly lose all his marbles. His hands come up to cup Beomgyu’s face, sliding into his hair as he kisses back, losing himself in the familiar, yet somehow unfamiliar, sensation of Beomgyu’s mouth on his.
They've kissed countless times before, and yet this feels different. Perhaps it's the intent behind it, the promise of what's to come next.
Beomgyu’s hands struggle to stay still; they roam, sliding under Soobin’s shirt to map the planes of his stomach, his ribs, his chest. Soobin arches into the touch, his own hands tugging at Beomgyu’s clothes until they’re both fumbling to undress each other, laughing breathlessly between kisses when their sleeves get stuck, and shirts tangle.
“Woah, thanks for that,” Soobin teases when Beomgyu nearly elbows him in the face when trying to pull his own shirt off.
“Shut up, loser,” Beomgyu grumbles, but the smile on his face betrays his words.
Finally, after days of anticipation and years of imagining, they're skin to skin, and Soobin sucks in a sharp breath at the contact. Beomgyu's warm and solid above him, all lean muscle and soft skin, and when he rolls his hips down, Soobin feels the hard line of his cock against his own.
“You okay?” Beomgyu murmurs, his voice low and distracted. It's cute that he's checking in so early, especially with how his eyes seem more focused elsewhere.
Soobin nods, unable to form words just yet. He's definitely more than okay, burning up with every nerve cracking with anticipation. When Beomgyu’s hands slide down to palm him through his pants, Soobin's hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more friction, more of everything.
It takes them a while with all the groping, but they manage to strip themselves slowly. Soobin feels a little—crazy understatement—exposed, vulnerable, with his cock hard and leaning against his stomach, and he's suddenly hyper aware of every imperfection, every angle that probably isn't as flattering as he's hoped. Maybe it's the idol inside him, but he stresses over whether Beomgyu finds him pretty like this, with his knees slightly bent, and stomach not as defined as it usually is. But then Beomgyu looks down at him, affection dripping from his eyes, and Soobin's self-consciousness melts away, along with all his worries.
Beomgyu kisses down his body, lips and tongue tracing a path from his collarbone to his chest, pausing to suck and bite at his nipples until Soobin's writhing beneath him. Then he goes lower, across his stomach, the muscles there jumping and twitching under the attention. And when Beomgyu's mouth closes around his cock, Soobin cries out, his hands flying to Beomgyu's hair.
It's embarrassing how close Soobin feels to the edge, so he tilts his head back and tries to calm himself down with: don’t come yet, don't come yet, think about taxes, think about—
But the heat is overwhelming, Beomgyu's tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper, and Soobin has to fight every urge within him not to come right there and then. Thankfully, Beomgyu pulls off moments later, mumbling about how he just wanted to get a taste before reaching for the lube and condoms they'd set out earlier—they ordered it all online, too afraid to go in the store to buy them.
“Okay, gonna get you ready,” Beomgyu says, his voice thick. He gives Soobin a look over. “Tell me if anything hurts, okay?”
Soobin nods again, watching as Beomgyu slicks up his fingers. The first touch of cool lube against his hole makes him jump, but then Beomgyu's circling gently, massaging. It doesn't feel as strange as it did the first time Soobin fingered himself, but he still tenses when the first finger presses in. Maybe it's because it's not his own, but his brain immediately starts spiralling. It's not supposed to feel weird; it never felt weird the other times he did it himself, and yet Soobin's face scrunches up at the feeling of Beomgyu's first knuckle passing by his rim.
“Relax, baby,” Beomgyu whispers, his free hand stroking Soobin's thigh. “Take deep breaths.”
He tries to follow the instructions, forcing his muscles to unclench. The finger slides in deeper, and the sensation remains odd to him—a fullness, a pressure that isn't quite pleasure but it also isn't quite pain either. Soobin reminds himself in his head that it felt this way all the times before, and he's just mistaking it all as a new experience because he's nervous. Beomgyu moves slowly, working him open with patient care, adding more lube, and then a second finger. This one burns a little, the stretch more noticeable, and Soobin hisses through his teeth. Okay, maybe this one isn't as fine as the previous one, but Soobin can get through this.
“You're doing so well,” Beomgyu praises, scissoring his fingers gently.
The words send a shiver through Soobin's body, his cock twitching where it lies against his stomach. Beomgyu keeps going, adding a third finger and this time Soobin feels it, a spark of something that might have been pleasure when Beomgyu's fingers brush against his prostate. He gasps, his hips rolling down onto Beomgyu's hand.
"There?" Beomgyu asks, a smile in his voice.
"Yeah," Soobin breathes, his eyes screwing shut. "There."
Beomgyu works that spot, rubbing and pressing until Soobin's panting, his cock dripping precome onto his stomach, his whole body flushed and trembling. But even as pleasure continues building up, there's still an underlying strangeness to the sensation.
When Beomgyu pulls his fingers out, Soobin feels empty. He watches through heavy-lidded eyes as Beomgyu rolls on a condom and slicks up his cock, thick and hard and intimidating in a way Soobin tries not to think too much about. They'd agreed that Soobin would ride him for their first time, so that it would give him more control over the pace, but now, looking at Beomgyu's cock, he wonders if they've made the right choice.
Still, he straddles Beomgyu's hips, his own cock bobbing between them. Beomgyu's hands come to rest on his waist, steadying him, and their eyes meet.
“Just so you remember, there's no pressure to keep going,” he says softly. “We can stop at any time.”
“I know,” Soobin replies. “I want this, you.”
And he means it. Despite all his worries, he's been waiting for this moment for far too long now. He reaches back, wrapping his hand around Beomgyu's cock and positioning it around his entrance. The head presses against his hole, and Soobin takes a deep breath before beginning to sink down.
The pressure’s immediate and so, so intense. Even with all the preparation, even with the unholy amount of lube they'd slathered on, Soobin feels himself being split open, the thick head of Beomgyu's cock forcing his rim to stretch wider than the fingers of a hand. He gasps, his thighs trembling with the effort of lowering himself slowly.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes, pausing when just the head manages to fit inside. The burn is sharp, a ring of fire around his entrance, and he can feel every centimetre of Beomgyu's cock as it presses into him. His body wants to resist, wants to clench and push the intrusion out, but he forces himself to relax, to breathe through it.
“Hyung,” Beomgyu's voice is strained, his fingers digging into Soobin's hips. “You okay?”
"Yeah," Soobin manages. "Just... give me a second."
He stays there, adjusting to the feeling of being breached, of having something so thick and hard inside him. He hates that his cock’s softened slightly from the discomfort, but he can still feel arousal beneath the pain, like a promise of pleasure to come if he can just get through this part.
It takes a few, very long, seconds before he begins to sink down again. Inch by inch, Beomgyu’s cock fills him, stretching him impossibly wide. Soobin can feel everything, the drag of the condom against his inner walls, the way his rim strains around the shaft—it feels like his body’s being rearranged to accommodate this intrusion.
The burn intensifies as he takes more, and his breaths come in short, sharp pants, sweat beading on his forehead. It’s embarrassing as hell that this is how he looks when he’s bottomming; he’s a bit afraid to even take a look at Beomgyu’s face and see if he’s turned off by this.
Halfway down, Soobin has to stop again. It’s so overwhelming, teetering on the edge between pain and something else he just can’t quite name.
“Soobin hyung,” Beomgyu groans, his head thrown back against the pillow. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight.”
Yeah, alright, the praise helps. Soobin has something else to focus on besides the fucking terrible burning stretch inside him. From this angle, Beomgyu looks so pretty, with his hair splayed out on the pillow and eyes screwed shut in pleasure. Soobin pushes himself through the last stretch, his ass meeting Beomgyu’s hips. He’s…fully seated, Beomgyu’s cock buried to the hilt inside him. He feels full, stuffed to the brim, like there’s absolutely no room left inside him for anything else. At a time like this, Soobin admires the people out there who manage to fit not just one, but two dicks in their ass. He’s thankful that he and Beomgyu are monogamous because imagining that scares him. Although if Beomgyu decides to bottom next time, maybe it would be possible.
“How does it feel?” Beomgyu asks, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. His hands stroke up and down Soobin’s thighs and he tries to smile at him.
Soobin tries his best, he really does, to describe it. But his brain is so fuzzy, overwhelmed by the physical sensation—not to mention the mental stress he was facing at the thought of lifting himself from Beomgyu’s dick—that what comes out of his mouth is not the sexy, encouraging dirty talk Beomgyu’s expecting.
“It feels like…” Soobin pauses, his face scrunching up as he tries to process the feeling, and it all points to one thing. “It feels like I need to poop.”
The words hang in the air between them for a second. Soobin’s eyes widen as he realises what the fuck he just said, and his entire body goes cold. His brain screams at him, a running commentary of absolute fear, and he hates the way Beomgyu’s expression shifts from aroused to horror in an instant.
“What?” He chokes out. “Like…pooping?”
“I mean—” Soobin starts, trying to backtrack, but he can already feel the effects of his stupid choice of words. Beomgyu’s cock, which had been rock-hard inside him, is softening. Soobin watches—well, more like feels—in real-time as his first sexual experience is literally dying inside him.
“Oh my god,” Beomgyu cries, his hands gripping Soobin’s hips a little too tightly, like he’s trying to physically hold onto his arousal through sheer force of will. "No, no, no. Don't think about pooping. Don't think about—fuck, I'm thinking about it now."
“Sorry,” Soobin’s voice is high and desperate. Beomgyu’s face is scrunched up in concentration, clearly trying to think of something to save the situation. Soobin’s eyes dart across the room, as if anything around him could help. Sexy things, think of sexy things, Soobin tells himself, but it isn’t working.
“I’m sorry,” Beomgyu apologises just as miserably. “I just can’t stop thinking about it now.” He tries to shift his hips, like maybe movement would help. “Maybe if I think about…like, really hot things. Like those jeans you wore the other day?” His voice takes on a slightly manic edge. "Or—or that time you bit your lip when you were concentrating on your phone—"
Soobin’s mind races, desperate for a solution. There has to be something he can do, right? And then it hits him, a conversation they’d had a few weeks ago, late at night, when they’d been talking about…things. Beomgyu had admitted, almost shyly, that he got really turned on by whimpering. Not fake porn whimpering, but real, desperate, needy sounds (and maybe he mumbled something about how that was the reason why he’d often tease Soobin to get those sounds out of him).
So, as the ever hard-working boyfriend Soobin is, he leans forward, bringing his lips close to Beomgyu’s ear. He lets out a soft, breathy whimper, high and needy and genuine because he really is desperate right now—desperate and maybe slightly delirious and absolutely willing to embarrass himself further if it means saving this situation.
"Beomgyu," he whimpers, his voice breaking slightly. "Please."
He feels Beomgyu’s entire body go rigid beneath him. Not his cock—not yet, they’ll get there—but his shoulders tense, and Soobin can practically see the gears turning in his brain as the whimper registers.
Encouraged, he continues, letting out another whimper, this one even more breathy. “Please,” he gasps into Beomgyu’s ear, his voice trembling. “Beomgyu.”
The effect is immediate and, if Soobin may say so himself, pretty dramatic. Beomgyu’s cock, which had been going soft inside him, suddenly surges back to hardness like someone’s flipped a switch. Soobin moans as he feels it swell and stiffen, filling him again.
“Do it again,” Beomgyu pants, his hands tightening on Soobin’s hips with an almost frantic intensity. “Fuck, Hyung, do it again.”
Soobin whimpers again, letting the sound come from deep in his chest. "Beomgyu, please," he whines, his lips brushing against Beomgyu's ear, riding the high of his accidental recovery. "Please fuck me. Need it so bad. Need you."
"God, the sounds you make," Beomgyu moans, his hips jerking up involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into Soobin. "So fucking hot."
Soobin gasps at the sudden thrust, the pressure intensifying, but this time, there’s pleasure mixed in with the discomfort. He whimpers again, the sound genuine as sensation overwhelms him. "Beomgyu," he breathes, "move. Please move."
Beomgyu doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands grip Soobin’s hips firmly, and he begins to thrust up into him, slow at first. Each thrust drives his cock deep into Soobin’s body. The pain begins to fade away, replaced with undeniable pleasure. Every time Beomgyu thrusts in, his cock presses against his prostate—a skill Soobin’s so thankful he has upon his first time fucking a man—and his cock, which had been sitting soft between his legs, begins to harden again.
"That's it," Beomgyu encourages. "Take it all, baby."
Soobin whimpers again—because he can—the sound spilling from his lips as Beomgyu picks up the pace. The thrusts come faster now, harder, Beomgyu's hips snapping up to meet Soobin's ass with increasing force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
Each thrust drives the air from Soobin's lungs, drives Beomgyu's cock impossibly deep. Soobin can feel it in his belly, can feel the way his body yields and stretches to accommodate the intrusion. His rim burns with the constant friction, stretched tight around Beomgyu's dick, but the burn is good now, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," Beomgyu groans, his fingers digging into Soobin's hips hard enough to bruise. "Knew you’d look beautiful like this. Perfect."
The praise makes Soobin whine, his head falling forward onto Beomgyu's shoulder. He can feel sweat dripping down his back, can especially feel his thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself up as Beomgyu fucks into him.
Beomgyu shifts the angle slightly, and suddenly his cock is hitting Soobin's prostate dead-on with every thrust. Soobin cries out, his whole body jerking, pleasure slamming through him so intensely it’s almost painful. "There!" he moans. "Right there, fuck, don't stop!"
The bed creaks beneath them, the headboard starting to bang against the wall, but neither of them cares. "Touch yourself," Beomgyu huffs out. "Want to see you come on my cock."
Soobin’s hand leaves Beomgyu's shoulder to wrap around his own cock. He’s so hard it almost hurts, his cock flushed dark and leaking. He strokes himself in time with Beomgyu's thrusts, the dual stimulation almost too much to bear.
"Beomgyu," he says. "’m close."
"Do it." Beomgyu’s thrusts become erratic, harder. "Come for me, Hyung. Let me feel you."
Soobin's orgasm hits him like a freight train. His whole body seizes up, his hole clenching tight around Beomgyu's cock as pleasure runs through him. He comes hard, his cock pulsing in his hand, cum shooting across Beomgyu's chest and stomach in thick ropes. He whimpers and moans through it, his body shaking.
The sensation of Soobin's hole clenching around him pushes Beomgyu over the edge. He thrusts in deep one last time and holds there, his cock pulsing as he comes, filling the condom with his release. He groans long and low, his fingers digging into Soobin's hips, his whole body tense with pleasure.
They stay like that for a long moment, both of them trembling and gasping for breath, Beomgyu's cock still buried inside Soobin's body. Slowly, the tension drains from their muscles, and Soobin collapses entirely onto Beomgyu's chest, both of them sticky with sweat and cum.
"Holy fuck," Beomgyu breathes, his arms coming up to wrap around Soobin's back. "What a turn of events.”
"Yeah," Soobin agrees, his voice hoarse. He can still feel Beomgyu's cock inside him, softening now, and the fullness is strange but not unpleasant. His hole aches, stretched and used, but it’s a good ache, a satisfied ache.
"I can't believe you compared it to pooping," Beomgyu says after a moment, and Soobin can hear the smile in his voice.
Soobin groans, hiding his face in Beomgyu's neck. "I know, I'm sorry. I panicked. My brain just..please let’s pretend like I never said that."
"Oh, no, no, no. There is no way I’m ever letting you live this down," Beomgyu laughs. “Out of all the things you could’ve said.”
“I was trying to be sexy and instead I gave you the worst dirty talk in the history of sex."
"I mean," Beomgyu hums, and Soobin can tell he’s about to say something stupid. “You technically delivered with the dirty talk, just not the kind we needed here.”
"Beomgyu," Soobin says dryly. "You’re so funny.”
“Thanks, I try.”
Soobin feels his eyes shutting as exhaustion washes over him. He knows he shouldn’t sleep just yet, not when there’s so much for him to do. But Beomgyu’s chest feels warm and comfy, and the hand on his back is soothing, practically easing him into sleep.
But then, Beomgyu whispers, “Hyung.”
Soobin cracks an eye open. “What is it?”
“So would you say the coin flip was in your favour or not?”
“It was…” Soobin hums, the lie feeling natural on his tongue. “It was not in my favour.”
Despite that, they still end up coin flipping the next time.