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It’s just like any other day at the studio for the guys. Each one has their slot with a producer behind the booth and they get to just work on their artistry. While not completely new, there’s a particular energy when it comes to recording a song that one of their own writes; this time it was Chan’s song.
Anybody who’s familiar with the leader’s work knows how suggestive and sensual his songs really are. They’re always masked behind a high-energy beat, mixed with layers and layers of crunchy samples or zingy distortions, but at it’s core, Chan must really really love sex.
The boys have their moment poking fun at the suggestive lyrics, the concept storyboards for the music video, and the imagery Chan wants to showcase, but they all know these songs do so well for them. So, one by one, each member has their scheduled time slot in the booth with Chan at the helm directing their every move.
Chan is in his usual attire, a black singlet and shorts that he buries underneath an absurdly oversized hoodie. His soft curls and slight mullet are messily tucked underneath a beanie, and he’s adorned with silver jewelry that makes the otherwise simple outfit ever so slightly more elevated. Afterall, when he’s not on stage, there’s no real reason to get dressed up—his words.
The day in the studio was a long one, and one by one, each member fulfills their part of the song flawlessly and Chan grows eager to wrap up with how well things are going. Jeongin is packing up his things when Hyunjin makes his way into the recording studio for his part. Hyunjin’s the final member to record and Chan feels like he’s got a good enough handle on things that he dismisses the entire team to rest up after a long, but productive work day. The staff make sure he’s truly alright on his own before thanking him and bidding goodbye to him and Hyunjin.
Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. A beauty like no other that tends to nail his recording sessions like no other. Being one of so many rappers in the group, the lines Hyunjin gets aren’t usually the demanding ones, nor are they long or full verses. That being said, he usually wraps up really quick and today was supposed to be no exception. Because of this, Chan had planned for Hyunjin to do a bulk of the adlibs and some vocal sound effects to help amp up the track into something more complex and sonically interesting.
Hyunjin, dressed in low-hanging cargos and an oversized cardigan with nothing underneath, hopped into the recording booth after getting some preliminary direction from Chan regarding the adlibs. The older wanted him to experiment with some breathy huffs and drawn out groans to match the sensual tone of the song. As the resident sex-on-legs member, it wasn’t an abnormal task for him to be assigned to, but it still felt a little awkward when Hyunjin remembered it’s for a song all their fans will hear.
“Ah-ah test test. Am I sounding okay?” Hyunjin asks.
Chan smiles and leans into his producer's mic to respond, “More than okay, Jinnie. Let's start with a couple of breathy pants for the intro. Quick and light just to tease our way into the first verse.”
“Will do.”
As the track starts, Hyunjin anticipates his timed marks and lets out quick, steady exhales in between the beats to fill the empty space in the song. The track is already starting to take more shape, and both members are anticipating a good and short session. As the song progresses towards the verses, Hyunjin’s adlibs are meant to be low, drawn-out groans and sighs. He attempts a few before Chan stops the music.
“You’re doing great, Jinnie. For the verse adlibs, your sighs are sounding a little hollow. Try thinking about when we have a particularly hard practice. It should come from your diaphragm and have a sense of exhaustion or even excitement.”
Hyunjin is nodding at the direction and thinks back to how he normally breathes after doing intense cardio or when he finishes a dance break in their choreography.
With a quick thumbs up sent his way, Chan restarts the track for Hyunjin to re-record the verse adlibs. Take after take, Hyunjin isn’t performing as well as he’d like. Minutes roll by and he’s starting to get frustrated. When he has a run he likes, his voice falters at the end. When he has the air flow correct, he makes an unplanned sound. When his voice feels the most optimal, he subconsciously turns his head away from the mic. Hyunjin is gripping his hair in frustration by now, and Chan can only empathize with the singer-rapper knowing all too well how recordings can be so taxing.
“Hey, Jinnie, how about I come into the booth and help a bit. You’re almost there, I think we just need to control your tone and really press into your diaphragm to get that air out.”
“Ugh! Okay, hyung. I want to get this done. I’ve kept you in the studio long enough.”
“It’s nothing, Hyunjin. Comes with the gig, I promise I don’t mind. Lets get you to a place you’re happy with. I’ll be right in.”
Chan is quick to save whatever progress they’ve made so far and pulls away from the studio workstation. He takes the quick trip towards the soundproof booth, but is unaware that he’s left the mic live and still recording.
“Alright, Jinnie, let's do this. Lets do a couple run throughs with those breaths and groans and I’ll push onto your diaphragm to help push out that last bit of breath.”
Hyunjin is looking back and forth between his leader and the recording mic in confusion as to
how
they’ll test and measure his voice.
“Okay. J-just like this?”
“You can face me or turn around, it’s up to you. I just want you to get used to the feeling before I step back out to let you finish the recording”
“I’ll turn around then…”
Hyunjin slowly peels his gaze away from Chan and faces the mic as if he was ready to actually record. He feels the leader step right up behind him; close enough to register his body heat through his own flimsy cardigan. Chan raises his right hand and gently rests it right below Hyunjin’s naval, and lays his left hand on his hip.
Hyunjin sucks in a quick breath, hoping the leader didn’t notice. Chan then lifts his head a bit to begin his instruction into the taller’s ears.
“Start letting out some breaths, and make sure they’re loud enough to register on the mic. I’ll push down on your tummy a bit, and make sure to keep your back straight. Don’t rely on crouching over to squeeze out the sound. I’ll help you feel your diaphragm push it out.”
Hyunjin begins his shallow breaths and mixes in occasional gasps and hums with Chan’s instructions. The leader’s hands are splayed over Hyunjin’s tummy and he feels the former push gently to get him familiar with when to push the air out.
“Good job, Jinnie. Just like that. You’re already sounding so much better.”
Hyunjin feels his cheeks grow warm from the praise, but continues in hopes Chan doesn’t notice. What he does notice, though, is Chan’s hand dropping lower. This causes Hyunjin to let out a short gasp in surprise, and Chan waits a beat before lightly exclaiming.
“Yes! That sounded perfect, try that again.”
“H-hyung, your hand…its…it’s getting low.”
“Is it? Hmm, but it made you make such a pretty sound just now. What other sounds can I get out of you, Jinnie?”
Before Hyunjin could register what he just heard, Chan is pressing firmly against his back and hooking his chin over his shoulder. Warm lips graze the shell of Hyunjin’s ears and a warm breath gently floats past them.
“Lets try some more,” Chan whispers.
The deep, sultry tone makes Hyunjin’s knees quiver and his breath shudders upon feeling every point of contact he has with Chan.
“W-what else do you want me to try?”
“How about some moans? You make the prettiest moans. I hear them all the time late at night. Tell me, Hyunjin, what did you do a few nights ago to make those pretty sounds?”
Hyunjin’s eyes go wide at the realization that Chan has heard him pleasuring himself late at night. He swears he always makes sure the others are asleep, and he always checks to make sure Chan’s having another late studio night.
Sensing the younger’s shock, but realizing he isn’t pulling away, Chan continues.
“You thought you weren’t being loud, huh? Made sure everyone was knocked out so you could let loose? A few nights ago, I came home early and was entranced by the sounds leaking through your door, Hyunjin. Those soft breaths, the low groans, the high-pitched whines? Why do you think I was so adamant that you record these adlibs? Fuck, Jinnie, you sounded to pretty. Made me write a whole fucking song just to hear you make those sounds again.”
Hyunjin can feel Chan grow hard behind him from retelling his story. All of this was starting to make Hyunjin dizzy and aroused. Now knowing he had an audience was a turn-on he didn’t think he’d have. Sensing where this could lead, he decides to egg on his leader.
“How long were you listening to me that night, hyung?
“All damn night, sweetheart. Tell me what else you did that night, baby.”
“I-I was playing with myself.”
“That’s a given, tell me how you were playing with yourself.”
Hyunjin feels Chan’s right hand tease at the waistband of his pants, thumb caressing his navel to coax an answer out of him. The left hand on Hyunjin’s hip started to squeeze, and Chan’s hips started to subtly roll against his backside.
Chan was clearly getting himself off by teasing Hyunjin, but the dancer knew he was desperate to get the details of Hyunjin’s private night in—wanting to find the pieces he’s missing in order to paint the full scene in his head. The poor leader was probably going crazy imagining all sorts of things, but still wanted to know what truly happened that night.
“I-I was on my bed, face down and ass up. I was playing with my hole and riding my pillow. I felt so empty, hyung, but I love the tease. I waited for so long just teasing myself that I was drooling onto the bed.”
“Mhmm, and what did you do next? I know that wasn’t it.” Chan dips his fingers past Hyunjin’s waistband and starts to slowly palm the taller over his underwear.
The dancer lets out a sharp gasp and brings both hands to cup onto Chan’s, but not quite halting him. Chan picked up on the fact that this wasn’t Hyunjin saying no, so he continued with his ministrations. He takes his wide, calloused hand and splays it over Hyunjin’s entire length. He feels around until he reaches the tip and toys at the head with his thump, already feeling a patch of wetness forming.
Hyunjin leans his head back and takes in deep breaths and lets out small sighs. Eyes closed, he turns his head towards Chan’s and the older tucks himself further into Hyunjin’s neck, breathing in deeply to take in the sweet scent of Hyunjin’s sweat starting to prickle on his skin.
A few moments later, Hyunjin finally replies to the leader’s inquiry.
“I-I started to finger myself. Just my middle finger to start. I love to tease my rim as if it was a pussy. Rubbing my hole until it’s puffy and ready for more. I made it up to three, hyung. Kept pumping my fingers in, but I couldn’t find my spot just yet. I was so desperate to be filled. I always want to feel full, and it doesn’t help sharing a dorm with you, Binnie, and Sungie.”
Chan groans into Hyunjin’s neck and his hips roll deeper into Hyunjin’s clothed backside.
“Sometimes, I leave my door open late at night. I-I dream about you guys coming in to help me. I think about all the members and how each would touch me.”
“Naughty boy. Are we not like your brothers? Here you are thinking of us like this. Tell me, baby, how does each of us touch you?”
Chan punctuated his question with a firm squeeze on Hyunjin’s weeping cock.
A long whine forces its way out of Hyunjin’s throat and it’s followed by a gasp as Chan continues to hump.
“C-Changbin-hyung would keep me pressed against him, never letting me get too far. He’d probably always take me face-to-face. Sungie would probably want me in his lap. I bet he’d be into fucking me in public.”
Chan groans, “Fuck that’s hot. You’d like that, huh? Letting him use you where anyone could see? What about the others, baby?”
“Minho-hyung would be mean to me. He’d keep me pressed against the mattress and would take what he wanted. Seungmin would probably only want us to jerk each other off, but he’d edge me sooo much that I’d cry. Lixie and I would probably dress up and share toys. Would you want to see me and him in lingerie, hyung? We’d probably rub ourselves against each other until one of the hyungs took us for themselves. Jeongin would be so messy with me and would be a selfish lover with his inexperience. Take what he wants like Minho-hyung and leave me crying for more.”
“Mhmm, maybe I should let the others know what you’ve been thinking of. Each of them will have their way with you until they were satisfied. How about me, baby, how would you want me to take you?”
“Y-you’d want it slow. Tease me all night. Pick me apart until I start to beg. I’ve dreamt about you eating me out until I was puffy and wet. We’d switch places and I’d play with your cock until it was red and angry. Always wanted to feel you on my lips, hyung. You’d want me in your lap and I’d paint pretty marks all over your back. You know, hyung, the last time I played with myself, I had you on my mind.”
“Fuck it, I can’t wait anymore.”
Chan turns Hyunjin around and pulls the latter by his neck into a searing kiss. Hyunjin immediately moans into the kiss and wraps long arms around Chan’s shoulders as he plays with the tendrils of Chan’s mullet. The pair are seemingly devouring each other while leaving no time to breathe as hands find purchase onto whatever they could find.
Chan fills either palms with Hyunjin’s perky cheeks and kneads each mound before landing a slap onto them. Moans are pouring out of the younger as he bucks up against Chan in an attempt to find friction against his cock again.
“I want to taste you, hyung. Will you let me?”
“Take whatever you need from me, angel.”
Hyunjin presses thick lips on Chan once more before finally letting his knees give out and falls to the floor. His long arms drag down Chan’s torso and scrap overtop the series of abdominal muscles the older works tirelessly to upkeep. He thanks the heavens above that Chan decided to wear elastic shorts and makes quick work to pull the waistband down far enough to free the muscle that sits just behind the flimsy garment.
Behind a pair of tight black boxer briefs, Hyunjin sees Chan throb in anticipation. The dancer presses his lips against the outline of Chan’s cock and mouths against the head to tease drops of precum through the fabric. Chan lifts his hands and rake his fingers through Hyunjin’s hair, running short nails along his scalp before collecting a bulk of hair. The older fists the hair on the crown of Hyunjin’s head into a high ponytail and uses it like a handle on his toy.
Another moan rumbles from Hyunjin and the vibration makes Chan tremble. The younger detaches himself momentarily before pulling the dark briefs down to free the cock behind it. Hyunjin looks in awe as Chan’s cock glistens in the lowlight of the recording booth. The head peaks out through a hood of skin and what’s exposed is shiny with spit and precum. The tip is red and the full length of Chan’s shaft is littered with viens full of blood from it’s apparent arousal. Hyunjin tucks the elastic band underneath Chan’s balls and the pressure lifts the member further up towards the dancer.
Hyunjin dives in and mouths at Chan’s balls first. Toying either orb into his warm mouth and gently nibbling onto the skin it’s encapsulated in. Once he’s had enough, he trails full lips up the length of Chan’s cock, relishing in the veins that run up. He grips Chan and starts to tap the head of his cock onto his lips, painting them with the leader’s essence that’s formed around his foreskin. The younger pulls back the hood and finally takes his leader into his mouth.
Chan involuntarily pulls on the fistful of hair he has in his hands while simultaneously pushing Hyunjin’s head down further onto himself. He allows himself a split second of concern for what he’s done, before Hyunjin takes a free hand to grip onto his toned ass and pushes it so Chan’s cock drives further into his warmth.
“Fuck, baby. You’re a total minx. Who taught you how to take cock so well, hmm? Practicing hard with those silly toys of yours?”
Hyunjin moans around Chan’s cock and pumps what can’t fit in his mouth in response. His hand pulling down then squeezing upwards to encourage more precum out Chan’s cock. Spit and precum collect around the dancer’s mouth and the mess fills the room with a squelching sound that has Chan throwing his head back on.
Chan pushes Hyunjin’s head down his cock one more time, forcing the younger’s face into his hairless groin; Hyunjin loves knowing his hyung is smooth everywhere. Chan keeps him there for a few seconds, testing Hyunjin’s breath control, before pulling his head back so the latter can take in some air.
Hyunjin looks absolutely wrecked. Tears rim the edges of his eyes, face flushes from ear-to-ear, and lips shiny with the juice he’s collected from Chan’s weeping cock. Chan pulls Hyunjin up by his hair, and while it would’ve pissed anyone else off, Hyunjin got off to the display of dominance and strength.
The younger allows himself to fall into strong arms as his legs are still weak from being pressed into the cold hard floor. Chan pets his head and smooths out the tangles he made by gripping on so tightly.
“You did so well, baby. Took me all in with no complaints. Tell me, baby, do any of your toys compare?”
“N-no, hyung. But I’m mad…”
Chan panics a little. Did he push things too far? Was the hair pulling going overboard?
“You have me all to yourself in the dorms more times than not, and not once did you think to share your massive cock with me. I think you have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
Chan, dominant and controlling mere minutes ago, now babbles and sputters at Hyunjin’s words. Mouth opening and closing in shock, but also in extreme arousal at the younger’s statement. He rests his hands on the hips in front of him to hopefully soothe the dancer’s annoyance, but before he could reply, Hyunjin is leaning in towards his ears.
The younger nibbles on the pierced lobe of Chan’s left ear before sultrily whispering,
“Remember how I said I like to feel full? Lets see how well you’ll fill me out, Chan-hyung.”
Chan’s brow creases at Hyunjin’s teasing, and the older twirls the younger around to push him against the podium situated underneath the microphone. Hyunjin braces himself onto the bent metal as the lyric sheets spill onto the floor.
Chan presses a firm palm into the small of Hyunjin’s back and coaxes him to arch and lift his bottom up and out. He hastily shoves the younger’s pants down, and the younger lets his cardigan slip from his body. Hyunjin peers over his right shoulder to see what Chan’s up to and bites his lips in anticipation.
Chan gets the pants down to Hyunjin’s ankles and leads the dancer to kick them off so he can properly spread his legs for the older. Chan, now on his knees, is eye-level with Hyunjin’s ass and takes a moment to worship the toned globes in front of him. Strong hands grip and grope each mound, squeezing and spreading either cheek to reveal a soft, smooth hole.
The older almost cums at the sight and Hyunjin’s suspiciously pink hole and he wonders how often Hyunjin gets it waxed and if the latter has ever gotten it bleached before.
As if to taunt Chan further, Hyunjin pulsates his rim in and out, making the older crack and dive right in. Hyunjin feels the leader’s large nose at his tailbone before he feels a warm sensation swipe over his hole. He turns his back over to face forward before shutting his eyes and mewing through bitten lips.
Chan laps at the younger’s hole and breaths in Hyunjin’s clean scent. He alternates from splaying out a flattened tongue and pointing the muscle to circle around Hyunjin’s rim. The younger continues to constrict and relax his rim, catching Chan’s pointed tongue every now and then and inviting him past the ring of muscle. The older doesn’t need any further convincing and starts to properly pry himself into the younger, exploring his hole while occasionally slapping his cheeks.
Hyunjin sings a song of moans, whines, and gasps as chan explores inside of him. He can feel the warm breaths Chan is letting out and can hear him breathe in deeply, too. The grip he has on the podium tightens and he pushes he rear further towards Chan’s face. He begins to roll his hips and the motion causes his hardened cock to bounce and sway. A bead of precum collects at the tip before growing too heavy and dripping towards the floor. Chan pulls back to admire his sloppy work before catching sight of Hyunjin’s twitching, dripping cock.
The older grabs the hardened member and pulls it back towards Hyunjin’s taint. The pressure and strain from the motion forces more precum to spill out from the younger’s cock and Chan leans in to collect the sweet nectar dangling in front of him. He collects the precum as it dangles and moves up the string until plush lips meet Hyunjin’s hot cock.
Chan suckles on the head like a nursing animal which causes Hyunjin to throw his head back and lets out a yelp. The yelp settles into a barrage of whines and moans before his cock gets used to the feeling and he’s left just panting and groaning low.
Chan reaches a free hand to tease the younger’s hole and unceremoniously breaches the rim in one fell swoop. He pumps his thick finger in and out of Hyunjin, ripping a staccato of high-pitched whines out of the dancer. All the while, Chan is still sucking on his cock, lost in absolute ecstasy.
“C-Channie-hyung. Please! Please, I need you in me. I’m so close, I don’t want to come without you.”
Chan groans at the statement before he gives Hyunjin one last suckle and pops the cock out of his mouth before raising to his feet once again. A sticky hand guides Hyunjin’s face over his own shoulder once again and the two meet in a heated kiss. They’re making out sloppily, sharing breaths and biting lips in a fight for dominance. Chan is still pumping his finger into the younger, and unlatches from him for a second to spit a glob of saliva at where his fingers meet Hyunjin’s hole. With the extra slick, he forces two more fingers to sit inside Hyunjin to stretch him out faster.
The duo break their kiss as Chan starts to position himself behind Hyunjin. One perk of being being a shorter top to a taller bottom is Chan doesn’t need to awkwardly bend down to fuck into the younger. Hyunjin is perfectly leveled to Chan’s groin and it only take a second or two of teasing the rim before Hyunjin reaches back to properly shove the older into himself.
Chan throws his head back from the constriction around his head, while Hyunjin drawls out a long and sensual moan. Chan grips the younger’s hips and once halfway in Hyunjin, he spits another fat glob of saliva onto himself to assist the glide.
Hyunjin meets the older halfway by pushing backwards into him before impatiently rocking forwards and back. Chan stares in awe at just how desperate Hyunjin’s being. With the dancer letting out a sweet whines at every dip backwards, his long hair splayed across his shoulders, and the thin waist between Chan’s hands, Chan would’ve thought he was fucking some chick. But, oh, is this miles better than any woman could be.
Chan stills Hyunjin’s hips before finding proper footing and railing into the younger himself. His right hand runs its way up Hyunjin’s spine and rests on the latter’s shoulders, Chan properly braced for deep pummels. After a few pumps, the hand on Hyunjin’s shoulders dance their way in and find their place across the long column of his neck. Pressure from Chan’s thumb and end fingers gently squeeze either side of Hyunjin’s throat, mildly constricting his airflow and heightening his arousal.
The duo have flashbacks to their time filming for Red Lights, and Chan could only wish he had done this sooner with the younger.
Hyunjin’s own hand encapsulates the one on his throat and applies pressure of its own. Chan gets the hint and presses firmly against either side again while Hyunjin’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Hyunjin is starting to swivel his hips in a circular motion, supplying Chan with a new sensation around his heated cock.
Chan can feel his balls tighten against his own body and his hips start to lose their consistent rhythm. He leans over and presses kisses along the whole expanse of Hyunjin’s back; he licks up the sweat that has collected in the groove of the dancer’s spine and hums at the taste.
All the while, Hyunjin’s cock violently swings from how intense Chan’s thrusts are. Each slap between the two sends his cock tapping firmly against his abdomen, sending shocks of pleasure through him. His cock leaks an egregious amount of precum and it whips back and forth, clinging onto the younger’s thighs, onto the metal stem of the podium, and all over the floor.
Hyunjin starts to keen more and more, breath growing shallow and thin, while Chan’s grunts grow dark and deep with each thrust. The younger starts to squeeze his rim every time Chan pulls back, catching deliciously onto the crown of the head before loosening to allow Chan to drive back into him with brute force. His cheeks growing pink and Chan’s cock looking frothy having only used spit as lube.
Chan peers down at where they’re connected and lets out a series of swears. He releases Hyunjin’s throat before taking a fistful of hair and pulling the latter into his chest. Back-to-chest, Hyunjin’s head resting on Chan’s right shoulder, and both still meeting halfway at each thrust. Chan sucks hickies into the side of Hyunjin’s neck and the younger whimpers at being marked,
“I’m getting close, baby. So fucking close. Gonna feed your hole my cum. You want that, baby?”
“Y-yes! Fuck a baby into me, Channie. Get me wet like one of your bitches.”
“The things you let that dirty mouth say, angel. Fuck, yeah sweetheart, keep squeezing around me. Take my cock like a good slut. Mmm, gonna come with me, baby? Gonna paint these walls white for the others to see?”
“Mmmmmm Chan-hyung~ Almost there, baby. Gonna come. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m coming, baby, I’m coming!”
Chan pistons his cock into Hyunjin at neck-break speed. His left hand now gripping onto the younger’s neck, and his right cupping his swinging cock and rubbing it into his rough palm. Hyunjin is screaming at the assault on damn near all of his senses, reveling in the pleasure he’s feeling from all ends.
Hyunjin turns his head towards Chan and the older meets him in a heated kiss as they chase their climax. One, two, three more pumps and Chan is growling into Hyunjin’s mouth as he unloads weeks worth of cum into the dancer’s hole.
Hyunjin, having an additional sensation of being filled to the brim, responds to Chan’s growl with a long-winded whine. A slight shift in the position guides Chan’s cock right into the bundle of nerves inside him that has him reeling. A couple more bumps into his prostate makes Hyunjin shoot ropes of cum into the palm of Chan’s hand. The older continues to rotate his cupped palm around the head of Hyunjin’s cock as globs of his seed spill onto the lyric sheets below them.
Wrecked with oversensitivity, Hyunjin starts to pull away, but Chan keeps stimulating his cock and pumping his still-hard cock into him.
“Channie, wait, it’s too much. No more, please, no more.”
“You’ll take what I give you, angel. I want to see you broken for me. Keep going, sweetheart, and be good for me."
Hyunjin feels a familiar weightlessness bubbling in his core. He panics as he realizes he’s not about to cum, but he’s about to piss himself from the overstimulation and pressure against his prostate. He thrashes in Chan’s hold, but the older knows exactly what’s happening and hurries to finish the job. His hips have stilled by now, but he's still buried deep inside the younger, keeping his load plugged inside. He can tell his cock is still pressing into that special spot inside the younger and he pushes impossibly deeper until he’s budded against Hyunjin’s bladder.
The younger is starting to cry from it all, and partly from the embarrassment of what’s about to happen. His sensitive gland being toyed with in Chan’s palm, the stretch of his rim, the pressure against his prostate, and Chan’s cockhead pushing into his bladder all culminate together and sends sprays of clear fluid against Chan's hand.
Hyunjin is sobbing, but more from pleasure than anything else.
“There you go, baby. Let it all out for me. Fuck, you did so well, angel, yeah keep pumping it out for hyung. You’re perfect for me, Hyunjin. My perfect, dirty angel.”
After Hyunjin has let everything he had out, the two collapse onto the floor slumped against one another. The pair sit in silence as their breaths are the only sounds to be absorbed by the soundproofing around them. They simply bask in each others warmth before Chan suggests they start to clean up and head home for a much needed shower.
The two clean up as best as they can and thank the gods above that the mess Chan forced out of Hyunjin ended up on a rug they could just roll up and toss out. Chan will order a replacement as soon as they get home. Once they deem the space moderately free of the sins they committed—or at least the evidence of said sins—Hyunjin starts to pack up and peers over at Chan, who’s at the workstation.
“What are you doing now, hyung?”
“I’m just saving the recordings from today so we can just pick up where we left off at another time.”
“What’s that audio layer a recording of? Oh my god, hyung. Don’t…don’t tell me you were—”
“Yup, I got the whole thing recorded. Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’ll only exist on my harddrive and will be wiped from the studio computer. Besides, it’s
my
studio.”
“Oh my god, hyung! I can’t believe you recorded…recorded all of that.”
“D-do you want to listen to it?”
“What the fuck, hyung!”
“Back at home, we can pop in some earbuds, settle into a hot bath together, and review today’s recording session, I might have a few critiques.”
The younger flushes at his hyung’s lewd suggestion, but regardless of how embarrassing it may be, he’s growing hard at the thought of listening to the song of their sins.
“Might be the best song I’ve produced. You sing so sweetly for me, angel.”