Lynx has been a slut since he was 16.
That was the age he got his first crush and figured out the sorts of things two boys could get up to when they were horny, hormonal, and curious.
After that, it was off to the races.
His profession hasn’t helped, between the dating bans and constant scrutiny in the public eye, but the other thing about Lynx is that he’s everyone’s darling. He has long, silver hair that hangs down to his mid-back, sleek and shiny and delicately maintained, and he has a slender, sleek little swimmer’s body. Compact and perfect for dancing, or cradling between strong arms, or getting up to mischief with Adia.
Lynx loves Adia, and he loves Haebom, and he loves Jaehee, and he loves Shun. Not necessarily in that order.
Lynx’s heart is fickle, and he’s never been able to keep it in his pants or figure out loyalty, but he’s lucky because the others all love him just the same.
Lucky, he thinks as he falls asleep some nights. Lucky, lucky, lucky.
Shun came over from mainland China when he was only 13. He’s been making his own decisions and caring for his own needs longer than some trainees have been alive. And if he didn’t quite make it out with all of his pieces intact, he’s papered over the cracks and scars and fissure-lines well enough that most people can’t tell the difference.
Shun has straight, thick, sleek black hair that never seems to damage, no matter what their styling team does with it. He has a short-cropped undercut with flashy long pieces on the top. He’s the kindest man Lynx has ever known.
For Shun and Lynx, it was love at first sight. Literally. It just took them years to get around to doing anything about it, and now that they have, they’re never gonna let go.
Tonight, they’re hanging out in Haebom and Adia’s dorm.
Haebom and Adia are sitting together on one of the black leather sofas, sleek and serene, two discrete animals except for the subtle way their thighs press together from hip to knee.
Adia looks like a cool prince with a black collared shirt that’s open to expose the shelf of his collarbone. His skin is so pale it’s almost translucent, and his lips are a bitten pink.
Lynx and Shun sit on the matching sofa opposite. Although the couch is big enough to comfortably accommodate three and then some, they’re as compact as can be. Lynx is perched on Shun’s knee, which bounces slightly beneath him every now and then. It feels good. Good enough that Lynx bites his lip so he doesn’t embarrass himself.
It’s not that he hasn’t had sex with most of the people in this room at some point or another, but there’s a difference between frisky time and a casual hangout. Even Lynx knows that.
Shun knows exactly what he’s doing to Lynx. He jiggles his leg restlessly now and then, grinding it up into Lynx’s small, pert body.
“It’s unfair, right? That they didn’t wait for Chaewon and me,” Adia says.
“Well, did you ask them to wait for you?” Shun asks, the good leader, the mediator.
“No, he did not,” Hyunoo says.
“I shouldn’t have had to!”
Lynx squirms in Shun’s lap, which pulls Shun’s attention away from refereeing the squabble to more pressing concerns. It isn’t a happy, pleased squirm. He can tell that Lynx is uncomfortable, probably uncomfortably hard. Shun doesn’t want Lynx to feel too bad after all the teasing, so he grabs Lynx around the middle and cuddles into him, pressing his face into the soft, black hood of Lynx’s jacket. He takes a deep breath in and feels a bone-deep satisfaction as Lynx’s personal scent fills him up and buoys him from within.
Jaehee watches with eagle eyes from across the room.
“God, you guys are disgustingly cute. Cut it out. You’re making the rest of us feel single.” Jaehee tosses a throw pillow in Shun and Lynx’s direction like tossing shoes at a pair of mating alley cats.
“You’re just mad because Chaewon isn’t here,” says Hyunoo.
Jaehee fixes him with the evil eye. “Whose side are you on?”
“The side of true love, truth, and beauty.” Hyunoo pulls a face. And swats at Jaehee’s ass, which happens to be within swatting range. “The side of whoever’s going to feed me popcorn. Sit down, you’re in the way of the movie.”
Jaehee takes the second pillow that’s in his hand and tries to smother Hyunoo with it.
They all settle down and start to actually watch the movie that’s been playing in the bathroom.
Lynx tries to pay attention, he really does. He squirms once, and then makes himself sit still. He can feel Shun’s eyes on him. Shun’s arm is still looped around his waist, his strong forearm pressing into Lynx’s middle, casually possessive.
The people onscreen are doing… something. Lynx is so hard, he’s dripping into his jeans.
Shun leans forward carefully, and Lynx starts and nearly moans when Shun starts whispering in his ear. His accented voice is low and light, carried aloft on warm breath that tickles Lynx’s ear canal and zings like a finger dragged down his sensitive spine. “Want to go into a bedroom?”
Lynx sucks in a breath, then nods tightly.
He does gasp aloud when Shun picks him up in a princess carry. Lynx doesn’t even have to walk himself, not hard and so turned on he feels sick with it, suffering.
He can feel the eyes of their members on him, and he buries his face into Shun’s chest, dizzy, dizzy, and suddenly embarrassed. No one makes any smart comments. No one teases them any longer—not even Jaehee.
“I just washed my sheets,” Adia says in a low voice, and Shun nods in thanks.
He whisks Lynx off to Adia’s offered room and kicks the door shut behind him—Lynx’s dark knight in shining armor.
Shun carefully sets Lynx down as soon as they’re in private. Gently, like Lynx is something precious.
They don’t turn on the light, and they both look eerily lovely by the half-light of the Seoul nightscape pouring in through Adia’s 5th floor window.
Lynx doesn’t feel beautiful today. His hair is a little dirty and tied up in a messy bun. He’s wearing a hoodie that’s too big on him, and he can’t remember when he washed it.
He can’t see how pretty his heartbreaking face is, a little wan and pale in the sea-tide of all the clothes swimming on him.
As soon as Shun sets him down, Lynx sits on the edge of Adia’s bed and hooks his fingers beneath the hem of his jacket. He pulls it up over his head, along with his shirt. Before he even gets to see the look on his face, in those seconds where the warm fabric of his clothes are twisted up over his eyes, he can hear the sound of Shun sucking in a sharp breath.
Shun watches as Lynx peels his shirt off, eyes catching on his defined abs under soft, pale skin, drawn to the pale peach fuzz that lines Lynx’s belly. A concave chest and pink, small, tight nipples. He feels dizzy and sick with how much he loves him, wants him.
Shun gets instantly hard with a wild craving to bury himself in Lynx’s body.
He doesn’t even wait until Lynx is finished taking off his jacket and shirt—he can’t.
He’s on him as soon as Lynx’s head is free from the collar, kissing him like he’s starving. Like Lynx is oxygen and he’ll die without it. He cups the side of Lynx’s cheek and plunges his tongue into Lynx’s mouth, chasing the taste of him.
Lynx makes wild, desperate sounds into Shun’s mouth—sounds he’d be embarrassed of if he was with anyone else. They sound animal, completely out of control, base and needy. Shun kisses Lynx like he’s trying to devour him, sucking on his tongue and thrusting his own tongue so far down Lynx’s throat it feels like he’ll choke.
Lynx is greedy for all that and more. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and keens as he feels Shun lick the roof of it. He starts to drool as Shun kisses him, and Shun presses closer, thumbing away the saliva starting to drip down the side of Lynx’s mouth with his thumb.
But Lynx’s arms are still stuck in the hoodie, pinned behind him, and he doesn’t like that. He wants to be closer now. Needs to bury his hands in Shun’s hair, needs to put his arms around Shun’s strong, muscular back and pull him closer, pull Shun into him.
Lynx starts to struggle, fighting to free himself. Shun puts a hand to Lynx’s chest and pushes him down on the bed, and that makes Lynx so horny he can’t contain himself.
“Need you,” Lynx gasps with his mouth pink and abraded, saliva smeared around his mouth and tongue poking between his teeth. “God, Shun. Hyung. I need you now.”
Shun growls. He feels himself grow even harder, wild with it, responding to Lynx’s need.
“Baby, darling. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, my good boy.”
Lynx twists and turns on the covers, arms still pinned behind his back, and keens.
Shun kisses his way down Lynx’s neck, the tight angle of his collarbone, down his chest and ticklish, sensitive belly down to the waistband of his pants. He unhooks the button of Lynx’s pants with deft fingers, unzips him and pulls them down Lynx’s legs, stripping off his underwear to leave him bare.
Lynx moans with relief when his hard cock finally springs free. He’s so stiff that it slaps against his belly, leaving a sticky trail of precum.
Shun kisses him there, too, wrapping one of his long, beautiful hands around Lynx’s shaft and pressing a kiss to his tip.
Lynx moans, eyes going slitted and almost cross-eyed at the sight of Shun’s beautiful mouth on him. Shun gives him a teasing lick, and Lynx convulses and kicks out, nudging Shun’s side with his toes.
“Mean to tease when I need you so bad.”
“Sorry, baby,” Shun tells him, pressing another kiss to Lynx’s tip that has Lynx’s eyes fluttering shut, and rubbing soothing, grounding circles into the sharp cut of Lynx’s hipbone with his thumb. “Where do you need me? I won’t tease. Give you anything you want.”
“Inside me,” Lynx says, peering at Shun with a wet, open mouth and a flush down his chest and absolutely no shame. “Shunnie, I need you. Need you to be inside me.”
“Fuck,” Shun curses. Overcome by the magnitude of him. His supernova boy. “Yes. Whatever you want. Want to be in you so bad. Condom?”
Lynx shakes his head. “Fuck a condom. Want to feel all of you.”
The lube is nonnegotiable, and Shun finds it in Adia’s room—a nice brand, still 3/4 of the way full. Shun pours it on his hand and rubs two slick fingers over Lynx’s hole. Lynx shivers at the sudden touch of cold.
“Sorry, baby,” Shun murmurs, bending forward to kiss Lynx in apology. The curtain of Shun’s bangs falls around them, shading Lynx from having to see anything else.
He gasps and then moans into Shun’s mouth when he feels two fingers pressing into him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lynx mutters, arching his back as Shun slides his fingers all the way in, touching Lynx deep inside.
It’s so hard to explain this to anyone. Lynx doesn’t think he could do it if he tried—not in a way that wouldn’t make him sound batshit insane—how good he feels when Shun is inside him. How right it feels, like this is the only time that he’s whole, when they’re connected together like this.
“Feel good, baby?” Shun asks, kissing Lynx’s eyelids.
“So good,” Lynx slurs, moaning loudly as he feels Shun press both his fingertips into his sweet spot.
Shun fucks him on his fingers, loosening him up, getting him ready.
But he doesn’t spend longer than Lynx needs—he really doesn’t tease, and Lynx loves him for it. Loves him so bad. Shun gets that Lynx really does need him.
“Wait,” Lynx says, drawing on the absolute reserves of his strength, going against every instinct for self-preservation when he’s so horny that he’s practically losing his mind for it.
Shun pauses, pulling his fingers out of Lynx’s hole. It looks so good—like it’s waiting for him. Soft and pink and glistening with lube. Shun’s cock twitches even from just looking at it.
“Get naked,” Lynx says, finally yanking off the remnants of his own clothes. “I want to feel you, too.”
Shun strips out of his clothes with lightning speed. He resettles above Lynx, braced on his forearms to kiss him soundly. They both moan together when Shun’s cock slips into his hole. Everything feels so slippery and good. Lynx’s arms automatically wind around Shun, his legs wrapping around his hips. He trusts Shun so much.
Like this, Shun has perfect leverage to fuck into Lynx in a long, deep slide. He fucks all the way into him, deep inside, his perfect, pretty baby.
Beneath him, Lynx chokes on air. He turns his face into Shun’s neck and presses it there, hiding it as he moans without restraint.
Lynx is so loud, so open with him. So sensitive.
He whimpers when Shun pulls out and then moans again when Shun slams back in, harder this time. Lynx’s body convulses, stuffed full, nerves firing such jerky, random signals.
Shun had been afraid, the first couple of times, that Lynx didn’t like it. That the way he twitched and the way his small face contorted meant that he was in pain—that Shun was hurting him.
Lynx had been almost too embarrassed to talk about it, and Shun had, too, and it had taken him a little too long to figure out that this was just how Lynx looked when he was feeling good. Now Shun loves it. Can’t think of anything better in the world than watching Lynx enjoy himself beneath him.
Lynx shudders and claws at him, and Shun gives it to him, using his tight, hard ab muscles to drive into Lynx until he finds an angle that makes Lynx wail.
Their bodies move together in a perfect dance, muscles contracting and loosening, heat and moisture and panted breath.
“Look at me, baobei?” Shun murmurs beside Lynx’s ear.
Lynx gasps, but he does. He does, he does. Shun’s perfect baby, his one true love. He pushes his face away from the warm, masculine heat of Shun’s neck to gaze up at him blearily with a flushed face. Tears stud his eyelashes, and his mouth opens on a hot, wet pant. The sound he makes is high and lost, overwhelmed.
“Feel so good inside me, baby. Shunnie, hyung.”
Shun can’t stand it. He feels like he’s going to burst, flying light and free. He bends down to lick the words right out of Lynx’s mouth. He murmurs, “Hold on,” before pounding into Lynx like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
The mattress rocks beneath them, and Lynx feels his body turn to liquid. He’s so present, so fully in his skin. And Shun is inside him, and he can feel him everywhere. Filling him up, hitting his spot. Fucking him so good.
Shun doesn’t think he can last much longer, but he wants Lynx to get off before he does. He snakes a hand down and wraps it around Lynx’s pink cock, tugging it in time to his rhythmic pounding.
Lynx tilts his head back and gasps. His body is strung between strong sensations, and he can’t last.
His voice goes high-pitched and tight. He clings to Shun with the tips of his fingers digging in as he says, urgently, “Shun, Shunnie, I’m gonna cum—”
Shun answers by speeding up his hand. He feels the moment Lynx starts to convulse, feels him tighten impossibly on his cock, muscles clenching. Warm cum spurts over his hand as he works a sensitive Lynx through the aftershocks.
“Cum in me,” Lynx says, woozy from his own orgasm. He clings to Shun and milks him with his oversensitized ass, clenching down to make Shunnie cum faster. “C’mon, give it to me, daddy.”
Shun gasps, and then he can’t hold on any longer. His hold on his self-control slips, or else it’s wrested from him by dazzling, sly Lynx. It feels too good. Pleasure explodes behind his eyes.
“Gonna fill you up so good, baby,” Shun says, pressing his hand over the warm, concave expanse of Lynx’s belly. “Give you what you need.”
Shun lets out a small, shocked sound that delights Lynx, and then Lynx can feel the twitch of his cock, the rhythmic pulsing as he’s filled with Shun’s load.
Shun works too hard, tries so much to take care of everyone. Lynx likes that he can give him this, because someone needs to take care of Shun, too.
Lynx sighs in contentment when it’s done, relaxing his tight grip on Shun’s neck and hips and letting himself sag back down to the bed, fulfilled. He feels a distant twinge of guilt for messing up Adia’s bed—distant but getting nearer. It scatters off when Shun dips low, considerately holding his weight off of Lynx, which puts all his muscles on full display, in order to kiss him.
Shun is sweaty all over, and Lynx loves the look of him like that—just loves him, sweaty and bare and exactly as he is. He pushes the hair up and out of Shun’s eyes, and they gaze at each other for a moment in which no words need to be said.
The moment is broken by Shun withdrawing from Lynx’s body. No matter how careful he tries to be, it’s still an odd feeling to have a softened cock slip out of him, squirmy and raw, and Lynx winces.
“Sorry,” Shun murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Lynx’s head. “I shouldn’t have teased you.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Lynx snipes lightly. “Love you,” Lynx murmurs, delighting in the soreness in his hips, the warm cum that he can still feel filling him up. “Love you the most.”