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Ocean waves collide with sand, the pale shine of moonlight following their wake. A lone boy— black shag flowing against the breeze of night—, rushes to the shore only to turn his back, with the starry sky mirrored on his eyes. Then a flashing light; the snap of a camera.
Beomgyu is the most beautiful sight on Earth. Soobin is glad he's the one who gets to capture it.
"Hyung, hyung, lemme see!" Beomgyu hurries towards Soobin, resting his chin on his shoulder. "Ooh, that one's perfect for my socials. Take some more of this criminally handsome face, will ya?" Jolting him with the enthusiasm of a puppy waiting for his treat, he whines "pretty please?"
"Okay, okay, wait a minute... I have to adjust the lightning, it's a bit off." Soobin doesn't budge even while tweaking the camera. He never does. Instead, he lets his pretty boy stay all comfortable over him like that.
Anytime, anywhere. Not one day goes by where Soobin doesn't whip out his camera to snap a picture of Beomgyu. It's the younger himself who pleads... He doesn't delete pictures, regardless of who takes them. But the one time Soobin snooped through his gallery, the only ones marked with the little white heart were those taken by Soobin. So were the ones he posted, if not selfies. Those posts on his account Beomgyu gets so many compliments from.
There's one where he's sipping on the coffee orders Soobin pays for him, one showing off the teddy bear plushie he got him on an arcade date, another where he was playing guitar— shiny, reddened lips from being kissed mercilessly— that one did wonders... the countless ones where sunsets' light frames him even prettier, if that's possible. There's also those pictures he keeps in the 'my eyes only' folder, but Soobin'd rather forget they're there at all when he's not down to deal with the hard and pressing issue they curse his pants with. (Every. Single. Time.)
Even if nobody knows that, they all are taken by Choi Soobin himself. The only one who fully captures Beomgyu's heart alongside, the only one to whom he's lent it whole.
Camera set, ready to shoot, and off he goes to the shore again, striking a peace sign. Soobin steps forward to capture him from a medium shot. He gets closer as Beomgyu turns to the side, those eyes of his that always look a bit sad, even with their shine, set on the ebon that lingers past the horizon; displaying that prominent jawline, those lips so plump, his glowing skin, his delicate nose, his adam's apple almost bursting out his neck. A face carved by the gods themselves. He's just too pretty.
Before Soobin's done admiring him, a poker faced Beomgyu faces the camera— stares back at Soobin, catches him staring.
"Like what you see?"
"Huh? What kind of question is that?"
"Just answer, idiot." Beomgyu elbows Soobin's shoulder harsh enough it stings.
"Ow!" Soobin can't help the bliss that shows on his face, he just likes it— likes him, too much, not to. He likes when Beomgyu's chasing his approval like a dog, he likes how he'll kick him like he owns him, like he's begging Soobin to reassure him that he does, and he likes that Beomgyu's head over heels for Soobin just the same, to be chasing that in the first place. And sometimes he can't help but indulge his desperate puppy.
"I mean. Duh. I always like you! You're looking for water in the sea, stop being a compliment whore." He says.
Lips bashfully pursed, Beomgyu gives in, "hmmm, maybe I am," then throws them both into what seems a silent staring contest, where he slowly gives up as the pucker curls upwards.
"I like what I see too." Beomgyu smiles. The breeze stills for one bit too long, too longing.
Beomgyu doesn't long for long, though. He just takes what he wants. In a blink, Soobin's camera is gone, snatched from his grasp. He's tugged by the collar of his button-up when Beomgyu crashes his lips against him, angling the stolen camera so it shoots their entanglement from above.
Just how Soobin likes it, Beomgyu's rough with his love, barely leaving him space to think, to catch up to his pace. He nips at Soobin's lower lip with thirst, a little tongue graze here, a teasing bite there. All to mess with Soobin's dumb little melting heart.
It's all play to him when he grips Soobin's jaw, when he tightens his hold on his arm before trailing up to his hair, pulling on it so that it hurts, because god he knows how much that gets Soobin going. And Beomgyu knows Soobin's quick to wrap his hands around his throat in retaliation, tight enough to choke, as if that were punishment to the younger... when all it does is provoke Beomgyu's pretty moans, muffled by the heat of their tangled tongues.
The kiss lingers like it doesn't want to end. Their holds on each other soften, but the magnetic pull between them doesn't stop. It can't. A string of saliva connects their tongues as they part; Beomgyu's fingers stay caressing the back of Soobin's head, and Soobin's own travel up to Beomgyu's chin, thumb pressed to his wet lips.
"Couldn't resist." Beomgyu whispers when it's over, his breathy laugh brushing Soobin's skin. Next he flicks through the camera roll, so proud of himself for his impromptu photos. "I'll keep these ones just for us. That's good, yeah, hyung?"
"Fine," he answers, wiping off the leftover spit off his lip, "could've settled down our towel first, jeez..." Laughing back, it's evident he does not truly have got complaints. Not at all.
"Teehee." Tongue stuck out silly, devilishly devoid of any guilt, Beomgyu drops his bag on the spot. "Here does it."
With the mandala patterned blanket they've brought along laid out on the sand, both crack open a cold one. Beomgyu gulps down half the booze can as if it were a fountain amidst an empty desert, and with a sigh of relief he drops his back to the cold covers.
Soobin's quick to follow, laying beside him. They're both enthralled by the nightsky's constellations— always so hard to catch a glimpse of, blamed be the metropolis' pollution—, now on full display.
"Wah, is that Venus? No, Mars?" Beomgyu points at the star that burns brightest.
"What do I know? Isn't it the North Star?"
"Pfft. You took me stargazing without knowing what the hell's up there."
"That a problem? It's a beautiful sight anyway. What else do you want?"
"I don't know. For my awesome boyfie to pull me close while he's nerding out on which one's the Orion Belt and whatnot?" He complains with that baby voice he plays up to be annoying. "I thought that's what this was about."
He sighs and does just that, trapping him around one shoulder. "Let's make shit up then. Don't those kinda look like a dog? That's the Choi Beomgyu constellation right there."
"Bahaha, fuck you. Where the hell...? Are you drunk on a single beer sip or what?"
"It's literally right there, I swear that's a dog! I'm not even tipsy. What do you take me for?" He twists Beomgyu's head to face him. Any excuse is good. He hates when his eyes aren't on him for too long anyway.
"The king of lightweights, of course. I betcha you'll be a babbling tomato by the time your beer's empty."
"You wanna bet on who gets worse?" Now sat up, Soobin reaches for his beer.
"Sure. You're playing a losing game, hyung~"
The sky's gone blurry. The beer has infact turned Soobin into a tomato, (he should've slowed down...), though the world's gone quiet enough to where at least he's not babbling. Not saying anything at all. Beomgyu's dawned three beers already, off to his own as he contemplates the vast space, hand extended up to the clouds above.
Long bored by the stars, Soobin's far more interested in gazing at the boy beside. He wants Beomgyu to look back at him. How can he kiss him like that then barely look at him afterwards? How fair is that? He wants it so bad, he wants him.
Snake-like, he goes for Beomgyu's open neck, suckling, licking, eager to get any kind of reaction.
"Hngh... Soobinie...?" Beomgyu's first instinct is to lift his jaw, giving Soobin better access, as his fingers bury themselves on his hair fluff.
To the older, this as a sign to take what he wants, moving his lips along until he's biting the space between Beomgyu's neck and shoulder, pressing his teeth harshly to pull out hushed whines from him.
"Agh," Beomgyu tenses up, his voice husky. The pressure has him pull Soobin's hair as a way to hold himself together, but that only spurs the man's urgency further, trailing down his skin hungrily, covering him up in bite marks that sting red. "Those will show..." He whines.
"And you'll hide them, shush." Soobin says with finality. Snatching his camera from his pocket, he snaps a picture with Beomgyu's shirt pulled off-shoulder, the love bites he's etched onto hidden skin immortalized. He crawls so that Beomgyu is left trapped beneath him, all messy and flushed and so lost in the moment.
"'Kay..."
He caresses the soft skin on Beomgyu's cheek, brushing off a strand of his messed up hair to the back of his ear. So. Pretty. "Fuck, you're gorgeous... Do I ever tell you that?"
"I know I am, don't need to tell me." He says that. He'll always say that, then whine if he doesn't tell him.
"Cm'here, brat."
With a single hand, he pushes him up by the shirt with mighty strength, assaulting his lips in a rush of heat.
It's revenge for their earlier kiss, but Beomgyu won't go out without a fight.
When Soobin bites, he bites back harder... the groans that he manages to slip past his hyung are music to his ears. He sinks his hands beneath Soobin's shirt, pinching and twisting his nipples to a torturing degree. He gets Soobin so fucking hard it's pathetic.
They're both stubborn, and Soobin won't budge regardless. He'll clash his teeth against Beomgyu's, almost trying to swallow him whole, to leave him breathless from a kiss alone, fighting for dominance. He'll knee his crotch, already hard and readied for him. And, fuck, he gets tunnel vision just from the feel of it.
"Lemme make ya' feel good, puppy... Need to so bad..." Soobin pleas in tiny whimpers. It's a bad desire. God. He'd give him everything. It has to be him, he needs his eyes on him, Beomgyu's everything wrecked by none other than Soobin.
Lightly, he grazes Beomgyu's bulge through the clothes, then lurks up to the hem of his waist.
"Haa, hyung...! Here...?!" Beomgyu twitches at the touch, his hips thrust forward in shameless fashion despite his hesitation, just so needy, so eager for Soobin to take care of him and ruin him until he's a sobbing, dirty mess.
"There's no one around, it's dark... Please, please, pup, just a quick one..." He's already pulled Beomgyu's cock out as he begs, easily having lowered the sweatpants he wears. It slaps against his stomach, and Soobin can already picture the image by the end of it. He just needs to make Beomgyu feel good and look pretty for him. That's it.
He lets Beomgyu's collar go after getting him laid down on the blanket again, raises his t-shirt purely to show that flat tummy he loves so much. If he weren't in such a hurry he'd use it as a canvas for his kisses, but alas.
First he plays with his swollen tip that begs for touch, enough to have the boy holding his breath back, stomach tensing up. His free hand goes to Beomgyu's mouth, having him swallow four fingers until they're drenched on his spit. Reeking of alcohol, his hand falls to Beomgyu's length, stroking it slowly at the start... his curses make it hard for Soobin not to twist his wrists just a bit faster and harder very soon.
"Shit..." Beomgyu lets out a low groan as cum spurts out his dick, its warmth filthying up his tummy and Soobin's hands.
Soobin speeds up. He's not done with him yet, after all. When Beomgyu realizes, his whines get louder, pleading for him to at least slow down, it's too much, but Soobin's deafened by the look of fear Beomgyu gives him, by the tears forming in his glands, by how shiny they make his eyes look.
"One more f'me, pretty..." He slurrs, and it's enough to have Beomgyu compliant, hell, even thursting up, chasing more, anything Soobin gives him. But one turns into another one, then another, as Soobin milks him dry for all he's worth, not caring for anything else but breaking down his little puppy until his brain is mush. Beomgyu's sweating now. Bangs all wet, reddened cheeks, running low on breath; synced up with Soobin, who's facing the same predicament.
To worsen it, this time Soobin impulsively dips one of his hands into Beomgyu's ass, curling his finger in circles down his hole, never stopping the unforgiving strokes on his cock. Beomgyu's cries are just too cute. He's really weeping, runny nose and falling tears tainting his face. Soobin kisses them away, licks his tears dry, yet they keep falling as beautifully when he's coming undone beneath him again. Fuck.
Another flash. Another snap. Beomgyu, laid there, defenseless,— covering his flushed face with his arm—, wrecked and drenched, his cock bare on his cum-filled stomach, the hickeys on his neck now gone a violent violet, his eyes half-lidded and so, so broken. The most beautiful man, turned into the filthiest sight.
All Soobin's doing, all for himself.
"Should I?" Even though his voice exudes exhaustion, Beomgyu reaches for Soobin's own crotch before giving him reaction time, but his touch softens upon contact. "Huh? Did you...?"
"Ah. Uh..." Soobin's eyes instantly dart elsewhere.
Beomgyu bursts out laughing. He truly is the devil incarnate. "You came from that! Hyung, are you for real? I didn't even touch you!"
"Haah?! you're just too hot... what can I say..."
"Ahahaha...!" The laugh lasts little, as he's too spent. And soft for his hyung. "Fuck, I love you. You're such a loser. Should I clean it up for ya'?"