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Like a lot of things in Wonwoo’s life, it starts out as a joke.

He’s already close – at least, that’s what he tells himself. That’s why Shua’s words took him over the edge. It must be.

Shua looks so cute beneath him, bent in half with wet eyes. Tears stream out at a steady pace as Wonwoo thrusts into him. 

“Princess,” Wonwoo growls through his teeth. He’s pounding his hips as hard as he can. Shua had begged for it as soon as he woke up, demanded needily. Said he wanted to feel it for at least a week.

“Oh fuck,” Shua cries. “Wonwoo, put a baby in me.”

Wonwoo can’t say his orgasm hits him like a bolt of lightning. Lightning gives you a few seconds of warning, the hair on the back of your neck standing up and the air crackling around you. His orgasm is more like stepping on a landmine. Unexpected and self-destructive, pulsing through his whole body at once.

He whines, pushing himself as far into Shua as possible, slowly stilling. He knows Shua can feel it. They weren’t using a condom.

“Wow, really?” Shua laughs after a beat. “You’re so cute, Wonwoo.”

“I was close,” Wonwoo tries.

“No, you weren’t,” Shua corrects him.

“No, I wasn’t,” Wonwoo immediately admits. “You surprised me!”

Shua clicks his tongue.

“I didn’t know you were into that,” Shua says.

“I’m not! Or I didn’t know, I don’t know,” Wonwoo collapses on top of Shua in defeat.

“Get off, I didn’t get to cum yet,” Shua whines, pushing at his shoulders. “Just keep it in me while you’re still hard and I’ll take care of it.”

Wonwoo brackets Shua in, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses to his face. It’s for the best that Shua wants to take care of himself, no matter how humiliating it is. It would be worse if Wonwoo tried and failed. Shua’s hand works in quick, tight strokes.

He feels Shua squeeze him rhythmically, and he sighs in sync with him. Some of Shua’s cum hits his stomach where they’re pressed close. He gently pulls out.

“God, it’s so hot when you cum too fast,” Shua says, eyes fluttering shut.

“Not embarrassing?” Wonwoo asks, slowly lowering himself next to Shua. He kisses his cheek.

“It’s embarrassing for you, but hot for me,” Shua smiles.

“And the fact that you cum immediately after?” Wonwoo teases.

“Because it’s hot for me, and it’s hot when I do it,” Shua laughs. Wonwoo cups his cheek and gives him a kiss. 

“I don’t deserve this kind of treatment,” Wonwoo says.

“You don’t,” Shua fixes his lips into a flat line. “I’m really mean to you and you should fuck me super hard about it.”

Wonwoo bursts out laughing.

“What if I help you wash up instead?”

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“Wonwoo is trying to get me pregnant,” Shua announces dreamily at dinner, leaning into Wonwoo’s shoulder. Wonwoo chokes, and everyone else shouts and groans in protest. He supposes he’s just lucky it’s not the full band – Shua was bound to torment him eventually. 

“That’s not – ” Wonwoo tries to explain. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours. He hasn’t even slept on this information yet. He buries his face in his hands.

“You two are worse than Hansol and Seungkwan,” Minghao complains. 

“I’m right here,” Seungkwan protests.

“Yeah, because your boyfriend is too busy to dick you down today,” Minghao retorts. Seungkwan rolls his eyes. It’s true, Hansol is filming something.

Wonwoo looks through his fingers around the table. Seungkwan managed to wrangle Mingyu, Minghao, Joshua, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, and Jun into the private room of a Japanese restaurant. Wonwoo volunteered to drive the Caravan, which he’s deeply regretting, because now he’s stuck until everyone else is ready to leave.

“Wonwoo, you did always strike me as an alpha/omega type of guy.” Mingyu claps Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“I don’t know what those words mean. Please do not tell me,” Wonwoo begs. 

“So you know how other animals have heats?” Jun begins. 

“No, no I don’t,” Wonwoo says.

“He knows,” Jeonghan says, seated across from Wonwoo. “He’s fucking Shua, there’s no way it hasn’t come up.”

“It hasn’t,” Wonwoo is begging someone, anyone to take mercy on him and switch topics. His face is on fire.

“I think we didn’t order enough vegetable dishes,” Jun says. Wonwoo grabs a menu as quickly as he can.

“Vegetable tempura?” Wonwoo asks. Jeonghan snatches the menu away.

“Jun’s a big boy, he can order by himself,” Jeonghan hisses.

“Actually I would love Wonwoo’s opinion,” Jun begins.

“Jun. Shut. Up,” Jeonghan says. Jun takes Wonwoo’s menu and hands it to Seungkwan.

“Seungkwan, should we get spinach salad or stir fried lotus root?” Jun asks. Wonwoo sighs and resigns himself to sipping his soda.

“Seungcheol’s trying to knock me up, too,” Jeonghan says to Wonwoo with a straight face. Wonwoo sprays cola across the table.

“Gross, Wonwoo, that got in the chicken,” Shua scolds, throwing napkins on the spill.

“Am I the only… is anyone else hearing this?” Wonwoo asks weakly. Mingyu shrugs. Seungkwan is showing Minghao and Jun some new girl group on his phone. Shua reaches across the table to grab Jeonghan’s hand.

“You understand me,” Shua says to Jeonghan.

“We’re going to be pregnant at the same time and raise our kids next door to each other and they’re going to fall in love,” Jeonghan nods.

“You ready to be a dad?” Mingyu asks Wonwoo, who lowers his forehead to the table.

“I would like to stop considering the possibility, thank you,” Wonwoo says. Shua rubs his back as if he didn’t start the conversation and sneakily presses a kiss to his cheek. Wonwoo blushes.

Shua takes mercy on him for the rest of the meal. When they get to the van, he yanks Mingyu out of the front seat and steals his spot.

“What the hell?” Mingyu asks, stumbling to catch his balance.

“I need to flirt with Wonwoo,” Shua says, shutting the door. Wonwoo chokes on nothing.

“You are going to kill that man,” Seungkwan says, buckling himself into the backseat.

“He likes it,” Mingyu says with a scowl, climbing into the middle row. Wonwoo has a death grip on the steering wheel.

Shua rests his hand on Wonwoo’s knee while the rest of the members get in. He slowly slides it up his thigh.

“Start the car, pervert,” Jeonghan says, kicking the back of Wonwoo’s seat.

“Sorry,” he says, turning the key.

True to his word, Shua spends the ride home flirting with Wonwoo. He keeps his hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze every so often. He tells Wonwoo how handsome he is. At a red light, he runs his hand through Wonwoo’s hair.

“You’re really sexy when you drive,” Shua says, sitting back in his seat. Wonwoo lets out a strained noise.

“Thank you,” Wonwoo says.

“I repeat: worse than Hansol and Seungkwan,” Minghao calls from the backseat. Wonwoo hears the sound of a head being slapped – probably Seungkwan’s work.

“No violence while Wonwoo is driving,” Mingyu scolds.

They break into smaller groups when they get back to the apartment building. Jeonghan accompanies Wonwoo, Shua, and Minghao up to the top floor.

Seungcheol is sitting on the couch when they come in. Jeonghan wastes no time climbing into his lap and initiating a heated makeout session. Seungcheol lets out a noise of surprise before eagerly grabbing him and pulling him in close.

“Also worse than Hansol and Seungkwan,” Minghao sighs, walking down the hall.

“I heard that!” Seungcheol pulls away long enough to shout. Wonwoo is ready to hang out in Shua’s room, but Shua is watching Seungcheol and Jeonghan with unabashed interest. Seungcheol’s hands are kneading at Jeonghan’s ass.

“I told them you’re going to knock me up,” Jeonghan says into Seungcheol’s mouth. Wonwoo groans like he’s been punched in the gut, knees wobbling just a little. Seungcheol’s face turns bright red in Jeonghan’s hands.

Shua grabs Wonwoo’s hand and whisks him down the hall before Wonwoo can fall to the ground completely. He pushes him onto his back on the bed, slowly undoing Wonwoo’s belt. Wonwoo feels arousal tingle at the base of his spine.

“I’m not saying or suggesting we should do anything tonight,” Shua says, undoing Wonwoo’s fly. He gently tugs Wonwoo’s pants off and throws them onto a chair.

“I’m just saying you seem to be into the idea, and it might be fun to play with,” he continues. Wonwoo nods. He feels a little dizzy. “What do you think?”

Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek, trying to gain focus.

“We can try it,” Wonwoo says after a few seconds. Shua nods, tugs off his own jeans and cardigan, and lays down next to Wonwoo.

“I’m not trying to seduce you, by the way. I mean, not right now,” Shua clarifies. “I just think you deserve some cuddling after all that driving.” Wonwoo nods, head swimming, and lets Shua put his glasses on the nightstand. He kisses Wonwoo’s cheek and settles his head onto his chest, rearranging Wonwoo’s limbs until he's perfectly comfortable.

Wonwoo is nearly asleep when Shua mumbles something into his chest.

“Huh?” Wonwoo asks.

“I said I’ll suck you off in the morning,” Shua repeats. Wonwoo laughs.

“Sleep,” he says sternly.

And they do.

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It doesn’t come up again the next day. Wonwoo kind of forgets about it after a few days more and assumes Shua must have moved on quickly from the idea. It’s not like they’ve stopped having sex. 

One morning, Minghao asks Wonwoo if he can come take a look at his computer.

“It started working again on your way up,” Minghao shrugs when Wonwoo gets to the door.

“Is that Wonwoo?” Wonwoo can hear Shua’s voice call from further in the apartment.

“No,” Wonwoo and Minghao shout at the same time.

“Wonwoo, hang out with me,” Shua demands. Minghao lets Wonwoo in and heads back to his room.

He finds Shua in the kitchen.

“I mean, you can fix Myeongho’s computer first, or whatever,” Shua says from behind the kitchen island. He has an oversized tee on that looks suspiciously like one Wonwoo is missing. Wonwoo takes a seat and shakes his head.

“It’s fine now, apparently,” he says. “The computer heard I was coming and decided to behave.”

Shua laughs brightly, eyes crinkling. Wonwoo covers his mouth to hide his smile. His joke wasn't even good, Shua just likes him enough to laugh. It makes him giddy.

“Do you want hot chocolate? Jeonghan brought me some fancy mix as a peace offering, I was just about to make some,” Shua says.

“Sure,” Wonwoo says. “Peace offering for what?”

“I don’t remember, I just saw chocolate and accepted it,” Shua admits. Now Wonwoo laughs. Shua smiles and turns to grab the mix from a cabinet.

It’s definitely his shirt, Wonwoo realizes when Shua turns around. He recognizes the pattern on the back. Then Shua reaches up high, and it doesn't matter at all whose shirt it is. The bottom of it rises, revealing more of Shua’s pale, muscular legs. Wonwoo traces the impossibly long stretch of Shua's thigh until he reaches the pair of plain pink panties hugging his hips.

Wonwoo gets hard so quickly he thinks he might black out. A choking sound escapes his throat.

“You good back there?” Shua asks without looking, putting one knee up on the counter as if he’s going to climb it, hiking the shirt up further with one hand.

He’s acting, Wonwoo realizes. Shua has reached the top shelf dozens of times. But in his new pose, one knee on the counter, Wonwoo can see the curve of his ass so well. It’s so easy to imagine stepping behind him and just burying himself.

“Need help?” Wonwoo finally manages to get out. He’s behind Shua before he can answer. Wonwoo lifts him by the hips, spins him around so he’s perched on the counter. He slides one hand in Shua’s hair and gently tips his head back for a kiss.

Shua makes a pleased noise, wandering Wonwoo’s chest with his hands. Wonwoo slides his tongue into Shua’s mouth, who sucks on it. Wonwoo groans, lets Shua lick his tongue and bite his lips. Wonwoo rubs his hand over the waistband of Shua’s panties, and Shua spreads his legs further, pushing his hips into Wonwoo’s. When Wonwoo dips his fingers below the elastic, Shua pulls away and places his hand over Wonwoo’s.

“We have a no sex in the kitchen rule,” Shua says between ragged breaths, looking at Wonwoo’s lips.

“What? Why would you have a rule like that?” Wonwoo asks. He sneaks a kiss in before Shua can answer.

“Sanitary purposes,” Shua says.

“That’s stupid, we don’t have that rule,” Wonwoo says. Shua’s nose wrinkles.

“Regulations are written in blood, Wonwoo. You don’t want to know what I walked in on Seungcheol and Jeonghan doing,” Shua says gravely.

Wonwoo wraps Shua’s arms around his neck.

“Hold on with your legs,” Wonwoo says, picking Shua up under his thighs and carrying him to the bedroom. Shua squeaks, clamping his legs around Wonwoo’s waist. He latches his mouth where Wonwoo’s shoulder and neck meet, sucking happily until Wonwoo gently places him on the bed. Wonwoo loses his sweatpants before climbing over Shua, tracing his hands gently under his shirt, fingering the elastic band of the panties.

“Holy shit,” Wonwoo finally says, kissing Shua’s neck. He can feel Shua’s smile. Wonwoo slides one hand to Shua’s thigh, rubbing where it meets his hip. He can see Shua's cock straining against the cotton.

"I thought you might like it," Shua says, tracing a finger up Wonwoo's dick through his underwear. Wonwoo lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a whimper. “You doing okay?”

“Sorry, the guy I jerk off to every night just uncovered a fantasy I didn’t know I had,” Wonwoo says, sliding his hand through the leghole of the panties so he can grope Shua’s cock.

“You’re so obvious, Wonwoo,” Shua says, arching his back at Wonwoo’s touch. “You like all the straight guy stuff.”

“Like dick?” Wonwoo asks, gripping Shua’s for emphasis. Shua laughs, slides one hand into Wonwoo’s hair.

“Like panties and long hair and guys in skirts,” Shua says into Wonwoo’s mouth, tugging at his shirt. “I bet you’d love it if I wore a school uniform, huh? Pervert.”

Wonwoo groans pitifully. He feels Shua smile against his lips, then kiss him. Wonwoo slides his hand again, paws at Shua’s fat ass. He moves down the bed so he’s face to face with Shua’s panties. He leans in, nuzzling his hard cock through the fabric and inhaling deeply. It smells like laundry detergent, and a little bit of Shua’s perfume, earthy and woody.

“That’s definitely a perv move,” Shua sighs. Wonwoo kisses the outline of his dick.

“I think you’re into perverts,” Wonwoo says, sliding the panties halfway down Shua’s thighs. He parts his lips and takes Shua into his mouth.

Shua moans loudly at Wonwoo’s lips around him. He puts his hands in Wonwoo’s hair and sighs happily when Wonwoo starts licking in earnest.

“Such a good boy, Wonwoo,” Shua says breathily. He knows the words will go straight to Wonwoo’s cock.

Wonwoo sinks down on Shua, flattening his tongue to rub as much of Shua’s cock as he can. He bobs up and down for a few minutes, drinking in Shua’s mewls and whines. Shua shoves Wonwoo down until he hits the back of his throat and thrusts a few times. Wonwoo gags, pulling off, and looks at Shua like a man starved. He slides a finger underneath Shua’s body, prodding gently at his entrance.

“Can I?” Wonwoo asks. Shua nods and sits up to grab the lube from his nightstand. He hands Wonwoo the bottle, pulls his panties back up, and lays on his stomach. Wonwoo squeezes his ass thoughtlessly, straddling his legs.

“Push them to the side,” Shua says, and Wonwoo exhales. His hands shake as he obeys, tugging the panties aside so he can see Shua’s hole. He generously coats his middle finger in lube and slides it in up to the first knuckle. Shua whines again. Wonwoo loves how noisy Shua is, all the little sighs and soft sounds of pleasure he makes. He slides his finger in all the way and gets a quiet moan in return. Wonwoo is so hard he can feel his pulse in his dick.

He does his best to prep Shua thoroughly, but he’s aching for it, and Shua is complaining about how long it’s taking. 

When he turns Shua onto his back, he slides the panties all the way off.

“I don’t want to chafe my dick,” Wonwoo explains, and Shua laughs. He grabs a wedge-shaped pillow with a blush and slides it under Shua’s hips.

“So sweet,” Shua coos. Wonwoo was the one who bought them the sex pillow, because he thought it might make things more comfortable for Shua sometimes. He leans over Shua to kiss him.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wonwoo asks. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't. Shua pushes Wonwoo back a little bit, fixing him with a wide-eyed expression through his lashes.

“Baby, how do you expect to get me pregnant if you use a condom?” Shua asks innocently. Wonwoo’s dick twitches where it’s lined up with Shua’s. He groans. Arousal hits him like ice water trickling down his back. “Can we try?” Shua looks deep into Wonwoo’s eyes, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Of course,” Wonwoo says, collecting himself and kissing Shua’s cheeks, one at a time. “Does hyung want to try, too?”

Shua closes his eyes and nods happily, mouth slightly open.

“I want you to make me pregnant, Wonwoo,” he says, his hair spread in a soft halo.

The need to get inside Shua is at an all time high. Wonwoo will die if he’s not inside him now, as close to each other as they can bear. He drizzles a little too much lube over his cock, lines himself up, and pushes in quickly.

“Sorry,” he whispers to Shua, pausing to let him adjust. He kisses Shua’s furrowed brow and gently palms his cock. Shua makes a little mm sound, pushes Wonwoo in deeper with his heels. He reaches down to where they’re connected, sparks flying when his fingers brush Wonwoo’s cock.

“You used so much lube,” Shua says. “I bet you wish I got wet like a girl.”

Wonwoo grunts, hips kicking forward involuntarily. He’s not necessarily talkative in bed, but he finds Shua punches noises out of him near constantly.

“It would be convenient,” Wonwoo grits out, pulling back slowly so he can start making shallow thrusts at a gentle pace. Shua exhales a laugh.

“Convenient,” he mutters into Wonwoo’s neck before biting down.

“You’d like it too,” Wonwoo argues, speeding up his hips. “You would like it if you could be ready anytime, no prep.”

Shua’s head lolls back in response. Wonwoo kisses beneath his jaw, up his temple. Shua would like it, Wonwoo thinks. He’s always teasing, riling someone up until they press him into the wall, or the couch, or whatever surface is nearby. He thrusts harder, desperate for more friction on his cock as he sinks into Shua over and over. 

Shua is warm and tight and just a little too wet. The friction isn’t enough for Wonwoo, but it’s enough to drive him crazy, thrusting harder and faster. Shua whines when Wonwoo adjust the angle a little bit, rubbing more firmly against his prostate. His high pitched whines echo in Wonwoo’s head, settle into the corners of his mind where he’ll replay them later.

Wonwoo slows down. Another time, Wonwoo might flip Shua over, give it to him as hard as he can from behind. But like this, on his back, his hips slightly raised, Shua looks so soft and pliant and… breedable. A tremor rips through Wonwoo at the thought.

“Gonna keep me on my back, baby?” Shua asks, as if he can read Wonwoo’s mind. He nods frantically.

“Have to… have to make sure it takes,” Wonwoo says, blushing. Fuck, why is this so hot? He feels feverish with the need to pump Shua full. Shua gives him a pleased smile.

“Exactly,” he says, wiggling his hips.

It amazes Wonwoo that no matter what crazy shit slips past Shua’s lips, he looks so calm and confident about it. Wonwoo can’t tell a lie for more than thirty minutes, and acting makes him feel even stupider. He doesn’t know how Shua does it. He’s just thankful, he supposes as he leans down to lick the inside of Shua’s mouth, that he wants to be like this with Wonwoo.

He rocks gently inside Shua, sliding their tongues together, enjoying the closeness. He pulls away with a wet kiss and pauses to admire Shua’s fucked out face, eyes not really focused, cheeks flushed. Sitting back on his heels, Wonwoo pulls out. Shua whines at the loss, but Wonwoo is quick to remedy it, pushing Shua’s knees up.

Shua’s quick to respond, hooking his arms behind his knees and spreading his legs to give Wonwoo easy access. He looks debauched, his face halfway pressed into the sheets, his chest and shoulders glowing with sweat. Wonwoo slides in again with one smooth push and Shua lets out a high pitched mewl. He pauses to kiss Shua’s cheek.

“Okay, princess?” he asks. Shua’s eyes take a second to lock on to Wonwoo.

“I need you to fuck me as hard as you can,” Shua says airily. “I need you to get me pregnant. Can you do that, Wonwoo?”

He answers with a harsh thrust that pulls a shout from Shua’s lungs. He pulls out and slams back in as hard as he can, moving faster than he has all morning.

“I c-can, hyung,” Wonwoo stammers. “W-whatever you want, I’ll do it for you.”

Shua arches his back, drawing himself closer to Wonwoo.

“You take such good care of me, Wonwoo,” he says. “You’ll take such good care of me when I’m pregnant.”

Wonwoo’s face is on fire, but he thinks his dick might be the hardest it’s ever been.

“I will,” Wonwoo promises, thrusting faster. “I’ll get you anything you want to eat.”

“Yeah?” Shua asks, grinning. “What else?” Wonwoo scrambles to think of something. 

“I’ll rub your feet, your shoulders, wherever,” Wonwoo says. “I’ll take good care of you.”

“You will, won’t you?” Shua gasps. “You’re so good to me.”

Instead of answering, Wonwoo puts his hands over Shua’s to push his knees up further. They’ve been going at it long enough that the lube is a little tacky, the slide a little rougher, and Wonwoo’s cock is alight with the pleasure of it. It almost hurts how bad he wants to cum, how he can feel the edge of his orgasm.

“Can you cum first, Shua?” Wonwoo begs. He desperately reaches for Shua’s cock, wrapping a dry hand around it. Shua nods frantically.

“I’m close, Wonwoo,” Shua whimpers.

“I know,” Wonwoo says reassuringly. Horny inspiration strikes, brain cells replaced by the expanding feeling in his core, and he tells Shua, “You have to cum first for it to take.”

Shua stiffens, back arching off the bed as he cums, streaks landing on his stomach as he lets out a loud moan. Desire rips through Wonwoo, a primal urge to cum into tight heat for a reason. Wonwoo can’t hold back any longer and tips over the edge with him, short tight thrusts into Shua until he can feel his release start to drip back down. He kisses Shua’s face, ever eager to take care of him. Slowly, Shua’s body relaxes, and Wonwoo feels his weight sink back into the mattress. Wonwoo tucks his face into Shua’s neck, panting. Shua mindlessly places his hand on the back of Wonwoo’s neck, plays with the hair there.

“Can I pull out?” Wonwoo asks after a few moments. Shua nods. Wonwoo looks after he pulls out, amazed at how puffy and pink Shua can get. A little cum starts to leak out, so he pushes it back inside with one finger.

Shua lets out a little hum. Wonwoo kisses his thigh and begins tidying up. He stuffs a towel under Shua, pulls up the comforter, and throws the lube back in the nightstand with pauses to kiss Shua’s forehead in between. He has a blissed out expression on his face that Wonwoo can’t resist.

After showering together, Shua drags Wonwoo to the kitchen to feed him a late breakfast. It includes hot chocolate, which Shua pulls from an under-counter cabinet. Wonwoo smartly decides not to mention it.

“Do you think our baby should have a Korean or English name?” Shua asks teasingly. Heat rushes to Wonwoo’s cheeks. He covers them with his hands.

“We would never agree on a name,” Wonwoo says, sinking down further. His face is nearly touching the counter. Shua gently takes Wonwoo’s hands away and kisses him. Wonwoo puts his hand on the small of Shua’s back and pulls him closer. He tastes like chocolate.

“Hey!” Minghao shouts in surprise as he enters. “No sex in the kitchen!”

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Wonwoo would feel worse for Mingyu if he hadn’t walked in on Mingyu fucking Minghao on every surface in their apartment at least once. As it stands, he doesn’t feel that guilty when Shua lets himself into the apartment and straddles his lap with Mingyu sitting right next to them. Wonwoo’s hands automatically go to his waist.

“Hi baby,” Shua says.

“Should I leave?” Mingyu asks.

“No, I’ll be good,” Shua says. Mingyu looks like he doesn’t believe him. Wonwoo kisses the tip of Shua’s nose. Satisfied, he turns around and settles into Wonwoo’s lap. After a few minutes, he tilts his head back to whisper into Wonwoo’s ear.

“Wonwoo, it’s the right time for me,” he says quietly. “We should try for a baby tonight.”

Wonwoo’s dick gets hard so fast it’s almost painful. Mingyu’s noise of disgust does nothing to flag his arousal.

“I’m telling Seungcheol,” Mingyu threatens as he leaves the room.

“Seungcheol is worse than me!” Shua calls after him. When Mingyu’s door clicks shut, he slides off Wonwoo’s lap to sit next to him.

“Well, Wonwoo?” Shua asks expectantly. “What do you think?”

“About Seungcheol?” Wonwoo asks dumbly. Shua gently flicks his forehead.

“Should we try tonight?” Shua asks. Wonwoo swallows. 

“Yeah, hyung,” Wonwoo exhales. “We should.” Shua smiles at him brilliantly.

“I want you to buy me dinner,” Shua says plainly. “You have to romance me first.”

“What do you want? Fuck, I need to shave,” Wonwoo says, bolting upright. Shua giggles.

“Sushi,” Shua says. “I’ll accept delivery.”

Wonwoo shakes his head.

“No, I’m taking you on a proper date,” Wonwoo insists. “Especially if we’re going to… you know…” He blushes.

“You’re so cute, Wonwoo,” Shua says, kissing his cheek. He checks his watch and stands up. “I’ll be ready to go out in an hour, okay?”

“Okay,” Wonwoo says, and he sprints to the bathroom before Shua can say more.

Freshly shaven, moisturized, and well-scented, Wonwoo arrives at Shua’s door in slacks and a button down shirt. Seungcheol answers the door.

“Shua, your nerd dressed up for you,” Seungcheol calls down the hallway.

“I dressed up for him, too,” Shua’s voice floats down the hall. A few seconds later, he appears in front of Wonwoo.

“Hey,” Shua says, looking Wonwoo up and down.

“Hey,” Wonwoo says weakly. Shua is wearing a billowy silk shirt that gives a great view of his chest tucked into some skinny back jeans. He’s wearing the tennis bracelet Wonwoo bought him. Wonwoo can feel his dick come to attention and pinches the back of his thigh. “You look incredible.”

“Thanks,” Shua smiles. “No flowers?”

Wonwoo shakes his head. For once, he saw this coming.

“We can pick them out together on the way home,” he offers. Shua reaches up to peck him on the lips.

“Cutie,” he says, poking Wonwoo’s nose. Wonwoo blushes. “When did you get so suave?”

“It’s not that hard to figure out what you like,” Wonwoo says. Shua looks into his eyes like he’s searching.

“It’s still nice of you,” he says. “You’re really sweet.” Wonwoo’s heartrate quickens and he makes a strangled noise. 

He thinks he keeps it cool for the drive to the sushi restaurant. It’s an upscale joint in a trendy neighborhood that Wonwoo discovered after an episode of Going Seventeen. The company was able to secure them a last minute private room, which is good because Wonwoo thinks his soppy behavior would hurt his public image.

He sits next to Shua in the booth and lets him order as much food as he wants. When the first round of sashimi arrives, Wonwoo feeds each piece to Shua. Shua’s eyes light up each time in a way that makes Wonwoo’s gut churn. He’s sure he has the look on his face that Mingyu and Hansol tease him about – his Shua-gazing face. He’s seen a picture of it. The blatant adoration on his face is enough to kill any cool he has in the public eye. 

Wonwoo decides to feed Shua the rest of his meal. He wants to woo him, make sure he feels pampered.

“You’re such a catch, Wonwoo,” Shua says between bites. “You’re so sweet and caring. You’re going to be such a good dad.”

Wonwoo drops a salmon roll back onto the plate. He clears his throat while he picks it back up, pops it into Shua’s mouth.

“So are you, Shua,” Wonwoo says. “Kids, um, like you.”

He laughs and tips his head back on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He noses Wonwoo’s neck and inhales gently.

“You smell so good,” Shua says, resting his hand on Wonwoo’s thigh. “Like peaches and oranges.”

“It’s the perfume,” Wonwoo says. His world has narrowed to the points where Shua’s fingertips graze his leg. Shua inhales again, deeper.

“It’s your signature scent,” Shua says, looking up at Wonwoo. “I like it.”

Wonwoo kisses his forehead. It’s sweet. He tilts Shua’s chin so he can kiss his lips. It doesn’t take long for Shua’s hand to brush against Wonwoo’s half-hard cock, and he knees the table in surprise.

“Sorry,” Shua apologizes as Wonwoo clutches his knee. “Would it help if I bruised my knees for you later?”

Wonwoo bangs his other knee.

After dinner, Wonwoo follows Shua down the street to window shop. He wins a keychain for Shua in a claw machine and pays for the beanie he picks out at a small stall on the sidewalk. As Wonwoo was banking on, they pass by a few street vendors selling small, hand-tied bouquets. They stand across the street from one, Shua zooming in on the flowers with his phone camera. He sends Wonwoo to pick out a bouquet of peonies and baby’s breath.

“Great choice,” Shua says when Wonwoo returns. Wonwoo laughs. Shua steps into his warmth, as close as they can get without touching. The air between them shifts. Wonwoo sees Shua glance at his lips, automatically wetting his own. He tugs at Wonwoo’s jacket.

“Ready to go?” Wonwoo asks quietly. Shua nods.

“You’ve got some promises to keep.”

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Wonwoo’s glad he had the foresight to tell Mingyu to get out of their apartment if he didn’t want to be permanently scarred. Shua’s legs are wrapped around Wonwoo’s waist as he slams the door open, and he’s kissing Wonwoo like he might not have another chance. Wonwoo knocks them into the door a few times as it closes, but he figures he’ll be forgiven.

“You’re so strong, Wonwoo,” Shua says. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Shoes,” Wonwoo pants, setting Shua on his feet and kicking his shoes off. Shua toes his off, and Wonwoo picks him up in a fireman’s hold as soon as he can. Shua giggles happily as Wonwoo carries him down the hall and flings him onto the bed.

“Careful, I’m delicate,” Shua teases, unbuttoning his shirt. Wonwoo can’t help it, he wants to see as much of Shua as soon as he can and hurries to tear off his pants and underwear. He stumbles taking his own clothes off, tripping over his pants and tangling his glasses in his shirt. When he’s naked, Shua grabs his hip and pulls.

“Wait, I want to look at you,” Wonwoo says, fixing his glasses. He drags his eyes from Shua’s toes to the top of his head. “You’re so beautiful.”

Shua does his best to look unaffected, but Wonwoo sees the dusting of pink across his cheeks. Shua knows he’s pretty, but Wonwoo thinks he still likes to hear it. 

“I’ll look better with your cum in me,” Shua promises, spreading his legs a little. Wonwoo nods and leans in to press a firm kiss to Shua’s lips.

“You always do,” Wonwoo says, kissing his forehead. Shua smiles at that and pulls him in for another kiss, deeper, his tongue slipping past Wonwoo’s lips.

Wonwoo climbs onto the bed, leisurely kissing Shua, relishing in the softness of his lips and the small sounds he makes. They grow hard against each other, and it doesn't take long for Wonwoo to start lightly grinding his hips down onto Shua with each passing kiss.

He reaches his hand down to Shua’s hole to ask for permission. To his surprise, he finds a plug. He can tell by the way it feels that it's Shua's thicker one, the silicone one he uses to surprise Wonwoo. It works every time – he feels his heart fall through his stomach. He groans into Shua’s mouth and feels it curl into a smile.

“I didn't want to waste any time,” Shua says into Wonwoo’s mouth, following it with a lick. Wonwoo chokes momentarily.

“You had it in the whole time?” he asks. He's torn between despair and relief that he didn't know.

“Mhmm,” Shua says, pecking Wonwoo’s lips. “Close your eyes while I take it out,” he demands, pushing Wonwoo away with his foot. Wonwoo complies, standing and covering his face with his hands. He can feel his big goofy grin and does his best to hide it.

“Stop smiling like that, it's so embarrassing,” Shua laughs. Wonwoo waits until he hears a soft grunt and the sound of Shua pulling a tissue from the box before he peeks one eye open. Shua raises an eyebrow at him. “You can look.”

He eagerly flips Shua onto his stomach and raises his hips. Shua balances himself on his hands and knees. Wonwoo kneels behind him, tapping his dick against Shua’s hole. He whimpers, hole clenching. Wonwoo gently spreads it with a thumb on either side.

“Would you pass me the lube?” Wonwoo asks politely, and he watches Shua bite his smile down. He fetches it from the nightstand and gets back in position. Wonwoo drizzles some directly over Shua’s entrance and lines himself up.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly. Shua nods and makes a small, happy sound that twists into a gasp as Wonwoo slowly pushes in to the hilt. He pauses to rub Shua’s sides reassuringly and kiss the back of his neck.

“You prepared so well for me, hyung,” Wonwoo says. “I’m… I’ll do my best to get you pregnant.” He shuts his eyes with the effort of saying it. His face must be so red. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears, but then Shua moans, and it sounds a little exaggerated, but it's really working for Wonwoo, whose cock pulses. He puts his hands on Shua’s hips, holds Shua up so all he has to do is take it. 

“I can tell it's going to work, Wonwoo,” Shua says, turning his face to the side so he can just barely see Wonwoo. Wonwoo leans over to kiss his cheek. He slides his hips back just a little without thinking, and Shua whines softly. 

“Will you touch your nipples for me?” Wonwoo asks quietly. Shaking, Shua lifts one hand and brings it to his chest, stroking and squeezing. Wonwoo pulls nearly all the way out and pushes back in slowly. He does a few more slow, experimental thrusts. Shua is so warm and welcoming, swallowing his cock down over and over. He looks down at where he sinks into Shua and finally sets a rhythm.

“Fuck, hyung,” Wonwoo grunts. “I wish you could see how good you look like this, you take me so well. You’re going to be so pretty when you're pregnant.”

Shua moans at each new piece of information. He gives up on touching his chest at the last sentence, arms trying and failing to support his own weight. 

“Oh my god, you're so strong,” Shua babbles. “You can hold me up while you fuck me, you take such good care of me, there's no way it won't take, you're going to fill me up so well.”

“I will, fuck,” Wonwoo says, moving faster.

“You'll do it again, right?” Shua gasps. “To be really, really sure?”

Wonwoo bites Shau’s shoulder and sucks until he mewls.

“I’ll do it as many times as you want,” Wonwoo promises. 

“I heard some people get hornier when they're pregnant,” Shua says with a mean tilt to his voice. “Will you take care of me that way, too?”

Wonwoo cries out, shifts his arms so he can wrap his hand around Shua’s cock. He shamefully imagines Shua just a little bit softer, a little curvier at the edges, whining and needy and demanding because of a situation Wonwoo got him into so now Wonwoo has to fix it –

He shudders, jerking Shua off as fast as he can.

“I’ll take care of you, I’ll take such good care of you, fuck,” Wonwoo pants. His hips move faster, desperate to cum in Shua, to get as close as he can to fulfilling this fantasy. 

“You're going to cum in me, you're going to make me pregnant, I know you are,” Shua says. He's fallen to his elbows now, his face half smushed in the pillow. Wonwoo can barely hear him. “You're so good to me.”

Heat builds in his core, and his stomach tightens. His hips flex, legs trembling, and he pushes into Shua as deep as he can.

“I’ll – I’ll give you a baby, hyung, fuck,” he cries, tumbling over the edge. Pleasure seeps into his body, spreading through his veins from the center of his body. He squeezes Shua’s cock desperately and thrusts again when he feels Shua’s cum spill over his fingertips. He rocks them back and forth a few times, massaging Shua’s cock a few more times for good measure. Shua shudders, arms finally buckling. The movement pulls him off Wonwoo uncomfortably quickly, and he cries out. 

“Princess,” Wonwoo says. He hustles to the en suite, returning with a towel and some wet wipes. He stuffs the towel under Shua’s hips, wiping him down and muttering praises.

Wonwoo lays down next to Shua, running his fingers through his hair.

“You did so good,” he mumbles, a little embarrassed. He sits up just a little to see where his cum is slipping out of Shua, soaking into the towel. He shudders.

Shua yawns and smacks his lips, scooting closer to Wonwoo.

“I should stay still for a bit to make sure it takes,” Shua says. “And then we should try again in the shower.”

Wonwoo is too tired to choke or make any noise of protest. He nods, throwing an arm over Shua. He's suddenly exhausted. He listens to Shua’s breathing even out and lets the rhythm lull him to sleep.

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They go at it again in the shower. And again in the middle of the night. And one more time in the morning, for good measure. Wonwoo thinks his dick might chafe off, but it's worth it for the way Shua looks at him with stars in his eyes after each orgasm.

“That's it, you can't take anymore,” Wonwoo says firmly as he pulls out for the last time.

Shua just makes a noise of assent, collapsing onto the bed. Wonwoo’s given up on towels at this point, he's just going to have to change his sheets. He reads webtoons on his phone while Shua naps and carries him to the shower when he wakes up.

“You know, I think if you really could get me pregnant, you would have last night,” Shua says conversationally as Wonwoo massages shampoo into his hair for the second time in twelve hours. Wonwoo clears his throat.

“You asked,” Wonwoo says.

“I know, I’m saying you did a great job,” Shua says, patting Wonwoo’s flank.

“You're crazy,” Wonwoo says. He feels one corner of his mouth pull up.

“You're into crazy,” Shua says. “That's on you.”

“I am pretty crazy about you,” Wonwoo admits. “Close your eyes, I'm going to rinse your hair.”

Wonwoo pretends not to see Shua’s smile.

Shua has plans with Jeonghan for lunch, so Wonwoo dutifully piggybacks him to Jeonghan’s front door.

“Delivery,” Wonwoo says cheerfully when Jeonghan answers the door. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow.

“You can just drop it anywhere, the floor is fine,” Jeonghan says. 

“Can I put him on the couch?” Wonwoo asks hopefully.

“You're so gross,” Jeonghan says. “Fine.”

“I’m not gross,” Wonwoo pouts, stepping out of his slides and into the living room.

Seungkwan is already on the couch with Hansol in front of him. Wonwoo recognizes the dopey look on Hansol’s face and grimaces internally when he realizes he definitely makes the same one at Shua.

He gently lowers Shua onto the couch and sits next to Hansol.

“You look like you didn't sleep well,” Hansol says. Then, when he hears himself, he grimaces and adds, “Never mind.”

Wonwoo blushes and adjusts his glasses. 

“Okay, are we getting lunch or not?” Jeonghan calls from the entryway. “No pets allowed!”

Seungkwan kisses the top of Hansol’s head and hands him the remote. Shua hums, pats Wonwoo’s head, and leaves the room while scrolling his phone.

When the front door closes, Wonwoo blinks a few times, then asks, “How bad do I look?”

Hansol leans back a little and eyes him up and down.

“You look like you haven't slept or drank water in a week.”

“Got it.”

“I was going to play Rhythm World,” Hansol offers, flipping through the inputs. 

“Cool. I’ll get a water bottle. Want one?” Wonwoo asks, heading to the kitchen. Hansol grunts in assent.

Wonwoo’s phone buzzes as he shuts the fridge. He puts the water bottles down. It's from Shua.

Shua:

do you want a boy or a girl?

Wonwoo:

please. i am standing in a kitchen. leave me alone in this sacred ground.

Shua:

ur such a dork

i love you tho

Wonwoo:

i love you too

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