“Cassanova! So handsome!” Dongwook teased as Seunghyun stepped into the elevator, and Seunghyun tried to force back the huge smile that threatened to split his face.
“You are much more handsome than me,” Seunghyun said truthfully, becoming aware of the camera rolling in the back of the elevator. He watched Dongwook as he talked to the camera about how what he did before a show, watching his lips move behind his headset’s microphone.
Once they were out of the elevator, in Dongwook’s dressing room, and away from the cameras, Dongwook glanced at Seunghyun in the mirror as the younger rearranged his hair.
“You know you are actually more handsome than me, right?” he asked, handing Seunghyun a bottle of hairspray.
“I’m not,” Seunghyun said, taking the bottle and turning back to the mirror. “You say that to me but I think you’re better looking.”
Dongwook chuckled, coming up behind Seunghyun and wrapping his arms around his waist. The rapper paused and looked through the mirror at Dongwook, who pinched his cheek. “Ah, but look how handsome you are, dongsaeng~” he said in a high pitch, “All the ladies love you!”
Seunghyun laughed and turned around, resting his hands on the older man’s shoulders. “Says the one who looks handsome before he visits the makeup noonas. You look good even after we finish working out in the mornings!”
They both laughed until Dongwook realized the closeness of the hold they still had on each other, and almost made to move away when Seunghyun spoke.
“Do you really think I’m good looking?”
There was still a hint of a smile on his lips, but the atmosphere had changed, had become surged with something strangely resembling intimacy.
Trying to revive the joking they had going on before, Dongwook retorted with a smile, “Do you really think I’m good looking?” he expected Seunghyun to laugh and throw him a comeback, but he simply moved his hand from it’s place on his shoulder to brush his fingertips against Dongwook’s neck, letting his eyes fall slowly to a pink pair of lips- noticing Dongwook’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed- and looked back up into his eyes.
“Yes,” Seunghyun said. “I do.”
“Se7en and TOP to the stage in 6 minutes!” a voice outside of the dressing room shouted, and the pair leapt away from each other so fast Seunghyun bumped into the mirror behind him. He crossed the room quickly and opened the door.
“Hey!” Dongwook shouted, and Seunghyun turned around hesitantly. “Good luck.” Seunghyun nodded and left him alone in the room, the memory of the man’s gaze piercing his thoughts long after he had left.
~
“How about T.O.P?”
Seunghyun wrinkled his nose. “T.O.P?”
“Yeah. So you can make it to the top of the charts,” Dongwook said. “or to the top of the industry.”
“To the top of the world,” added a smiling Jiyong. “I like it, hyung, it sounds cool. Big Bang’s rapper, TOP!”
“I don’t know. It sounds kind of narcissistic.”
“It’s better than Mark. Try it in a rap,” Jiyong suggested.
In twenty five minutes he and Jiyong had worked out the better parts of three whole verses to different songs, all involving the new name. Seunghyun finally nodded.
“Yeah, I like it. I like the way it sounds. TOP.”
Dongwook smiled. “See? It’s perfect.” he said, and Seunghyun was nearly glowing.
~
“What was that?” Dongwook asked with a slight smirk when he saw Seunghyun backstage after the concert. Seunghyun pulled a hoodie over his t-shirt and pretended to rummage around in his duffle bag.
“What was what?”
Dongwook raised an eyebrow. “You kissed me on stage. I didn’t know you liked doing fanservice,” he added the last sentence after Seunghyun had shrugged, his feign of nonchalance not fooling either of them.
“It wasn’t fanservice.”
“Oh? Then why did you do it?”
Seunghyun looked up at Dongwook, gave him that stare Dongwook always felt he would sink under.
“Because I wanted to.” he said simply.
The older man blinked, the smile fading from his face at the other’s serious expression. “You wanted to kiss me?”
Seunghyun threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way to the door. Just when Dongwook thought he wasn’t going to get an answer, Seunghyun paused, glanced over his shoulder, said, “..Yes, I do.” and left.
~
The first time they had sex, it had only taken a bottle of wine.
The wine was for the excuse, not the opportunity, and they both knew it. They had been flirting playfully when in public and kissing not so playfully when in private for long enough now to need the presence of alcohol only for something to blame when they woke up in the morning.
As they were both finishing off their last glass of red wine, Dongwook had said jokingly that Seunghyun shouldn’t touch him inappropriately anymore because he was ticklish. Seunghyun, of course, accepting that challenge, leapt across Dongwook’s couch and was on the other man in an instant. Dongwook screamed and turned to run, but Seunghyun grabbed him around the waist, pulling him backwards until they both fell onto the couch cushions. Dongwook squirmed and shrieked above the younger man as Seunghyun tickled his sides, only succeeding in turning around so that they were face to face, his hips resting between Seunghyun’s legs. His laughter died away as he returned the rapper’s heated stare, and bit his lip when Seunghyun’s hips shifted under his own. They had never gone farther than kissing before, and Dongwook knew if he kissed Seunghyun right then, the younger wouldn’t be leaving his apartment until morning. Seunghyun made the decision for him and tilted his chin up to press their lips together firmly, wrapping his arms around Dongwook’s waist to anchor him there. Dongwook’s tongue found it’s way into the other’s mouth and Seunghyun inhaled sharply, trailing his hands down to grope his ass. Dongwook had gasped and arched forward into Seunghyun’s hips, causing the man beneath him to groan deep in his throat, and Dongwook knew they would be doing more than kissing tonight.
He was right, as presently he found himself moving inside of Seunghyun, watching intently every toss of his head or shudder of his eyelids. In all the time they’d spent together he’d never gotten the younger to open up completely, hadn’t quite been able to climb over his walls; but now here Seunghyun lay completely unguarded beneath him, drowned in the waves of pleasure that came with every plunge of Dongwook’s hips. A particularly well aimed thrust and sensation hit Seunghyun like a freight train, a choked moan tearing it’s way out of his throat as his back arched up off the couch’s sticky leather, and Dongwook thought he would lose it right then.
“Right there, again,” Seunghyun ordered breathlessly, his eyes rolling back when Dongwook obeyed. He leaned down to delve his tongue into Seunghyun’s open mouth, muffling the breathy moans coming out of it. Seunghyun brought his arms up to wrap around Dongwook’s neck, and the older leaned down to bite his shoulder in an attempt to silence his own increasingly loud noises.
Embarrassingly enough, Seunghyun pressing his lips close to his ear and letting out a shaky “Hyung-!” was all it took for Dongwook to come undone.
“Cassanova! So handsome!” Dongwook teased as Seunghyun stepped into the elevator, and Seunghyun tried to force back the huge smile that threatened to split his face.
“You are much more handsome than me,” Seunghyun said truthfully, becoming aware of the camera rolling in the back of the elevator. He watched Dongwook as he talked to the camera about how what he did before a show, watching his lips move behind his headset’s microphone.
Once they were out of the elevator, in Dongwook’s dressing room, and away from the cameras, Dongwook glanced at Seunghyun in the mirror as the younger rearranged his hair.
“You know you are actually more handsome than me, right?” he asked, handing Seunghyun a bottle of hairspray.
“I’m not,” Seunghyun said, taking the bottle and turning back to the mirror. “You say that to me but I think you’re better looking.”
Dongwook chuckled, coming up behind Seunghyun and wrapping his arms around his waist. The rapper paused and looked through the mirror at Dongwook, who pinched his cheek. “Ah, but look how handsome you are, dongsaeng~” he said in a high pitch, “All the ladies love you!”
Seunghyun laughed and turned around, resting his hands on the older man’s shoulders. “Says the one who looks handsome before he visits the makeup noonas. You look good even after we finish working out in the mornings!”
They both laughed until Dongwook realized the closeness of the hold they still had on each other, and almost made to move away when Seunghyun spoke.
“Do you really think I’m good looking?”
There was still a hint of a smile on his lips, but the atmosphere had changed, had become surged with something strangely resembling intimacy.
Trying to revive the joking they had going on before, Dongwook retorted with a smile, “Do you really think I’m good looking?” he expected Seunghyun to laugh and throw him a comeback, but he simply moved his hand from it’s place on his shoulder to brush his fingertips against Dongwook’s neck, letting his eyes fall slowly to a pink pair of lips- noticing Dongwook’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed- and looked back up into his eyes.
“Yes,” Seunghyun said. “I do.”
“Se7en and TOP to the stage in 6 minutes!” a voice outside of the dressing room shouted, and the pair leapt away from each other so fast Seunghyun bumped into the mirror behind him. He crossed the room quickly and opened the door.
“Hey!” Dongwook shouted, and Seunghyun turned around hesitantly. “Good luck.” Seunghyun nodded and left him alone in the room, the memory of the man’s gaze piercing his thoughts long after he had left.
~
“How about T.O.P?”
Seunghyun wrinkled his nose. “T.O.P?”
“Yeah. So you can make it to the top of the charts,” Dongwook said. “or to the top of the industry.”
“To the top of the world,” added a smiling Jiyong. “I like it, hyung, it sounds cool. Big Bang’s rapper, TOP!”
“I don’t know. It sounds kind of narcissistic.”
“It’s better than Mark. Try it in a rap,” Jiyong suggested.
In twenty five minutes he and Jiyong had worked out the better parts of three whole verses to different songs, all involving the new name. Seunghyun finally nodded.
“Yeah, I like it. I like the way it sounds. TOP.”
Dongwook smiled. “See? It’s perfect.” he said, and Seunghyun was nearly glowing.
~
“What was that?” Dongwook asked with a slight smirk when he saw Seunghyun backstage after the concert. Seunghyun pulled a hoodie over his t-shirt and pretended to rummage around in his duffle bag.
“What was what?”
Dongwook raised an eyebrow. “You kissed me on stage. I didn’t know you liked doing fanservice,” he added the last sentence after Seunghyun had shrugged, his feign of nonchalance not fooling either of them.
“It wasn’t fanservice.”
“Oh? Then why did you do it?”
Seunghyun looked up at Dongwook, gave him that stare Dongwook always felt he would sink under.
“Because I wanted to.” he said simply.
The older man blinked, the smile fading from his face at the other’s serious expression. “You wanted to kiss me?”
Seunghyun threw his bag over his shoulder and made his way to the door. Just when Dongwook thought he wasn’t going to get an answer, Seunghyun paused, glanced over his shoulder, said, “..Yes, I do.” and left.
~
The first time they had sex, it had only taken a bottle of wine.
The wine was for the excuse, not the opportunity, and they both knew it. They had been flirting playfully when in public and kissing not so playfully when in private for long enough now to need the presence of alcohol only for something to blame when they woke up in the morning.
As they were both finishing off their last glass of red wine, Dongwook had said jokingly that Seunghyun shouldn’t touch him inappropriately anymore because he was ticklish. Seunghyun, of course, accepting that challenge, leapt across Dongwook’s couch and was on the other man in an instant. Dongwook screamed and turned to run, but Seunghyun grabbed him around the waist, pulling him backwards until they both fell onto the couch cushions. Dongwook squirmed and shrieked above the younger man as Seunghyun tickled his sides, only succeeding in turning around so that they were face to face, his hips resting between Seunghyun’s legs. His laughter died away as he returned the rapper’s heated stare, and bit his lip when Seunghyun’s hips shifted under his own. They had never gone farther than kissing before, and Dongwook knew if he kissed Seunghyun right then, the younger wouldn’t be leaving his apartment until morning. Seunghyun made the decision for him and tilted his chin up to press their lips together firmly, wrapping his arms around Dongwook’s waist to anchor him there. Dongwook’s tongue found it’s way into the other’s mouth and Seunghyun inhaled sharply, trailing his hands down to grope his ass. Dongwook had gasped and arched forward into Seunghyun’s hips, causing the man beneath him to groan deep in his throat, and Dongwook knew they would be doing more than kissing tonight.
He was right, as presently he found himself moving inside of Seunghyun, watching intently every toss of his head or shudder of his eyelids. In all the time they’d spent together he’d never gotten the younger to open up completely, hadn’t quite been able to climb over his walls; but now here Seunghyun lay completely unguarded beneath him, drowned in the waves of pleasure that came with every plunge of Dongwook’s hips. A particularly well aimed thrust and sensation hit Seunghyun like a freight train, a choked moan tearing it’s way out of his throat as his back arched up off the couch’s sticky leather, and Dongwook thought he would lose it right then.
“Right there, again,” Seunghyun ordered breathlessly, his eyes rolling back when Dongwook obeyed. He leaned down to delve his tongue into Seunghyun’s open mouth, muffling the breathy moans coming out of it. Seunghyun brought his arms up to wrap around Dongwook’s neck, and the older leaned down to bite his shoulder in an attempt to silence his own increasingly loud noises.
Embarrassingly enough, Seunghyun pressing his lips close to his ear and letting out a shaky “Hyung-!” was all it took for Dongwook to come undone.
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