Thread by @srry4myfault

🔞 #sope Threadfic || Are You Still Watching?

Yg and Hsk start a new anime series one evening at OT7’s dorm in Hannam, but Hsk falls asleep halfway through the first episode, too tired from dance practice.

Something warm wakes him.

[Canon Compliant]

Hsk stirs, feeling lucidity coming back to him, but barely. With eyes still closed, he tries to recollect what he had been doing before he’d drifted off. He vaguely knows that he’s laying on the couch in the living room. +

Wow, holy shit, he’s sweating. It’s too hot. Hsk is burning up. The pleather of the couch is unforgiving below him, sticking to his skin and slipping beneath his leg when he shifts.

He cracks open an eye and squints at the screen of the television on the far wall. +

Netflix asks, ‘Are You Still Watching?’

Clearly not. Hsk nearly chuckles, but even that would take energy he couldn’t spare.

Despite being too hot, Hsk lets his eyes fall closed again. +

Sleep tempts him back into its dark and peaceful abyss, but he feels something shift in front of him before he’s whisked away. Hsk cracks an eye open again and waits for his eyes to adjust. +

It’s Yg. He’s laying in front of him, and the longer Hsk looks, he realizes through the foggy haze of his sleepy mind that he’s spooning him. Yg’s back is pressed to his chest, and their legs are tangled together all the way to the ankle. +

Hsk stares at the back of Yg’s head, his hair splayed across the oversized throw pillow they’re sharing. Hsk wants to move, peel himself away, but another part of him wants to cherish this rare moment. Customarily, Yg isn’t fond of cuddles and being held, but Hsk loves it. +

Hsk shifted carefully, trying desperately not to wake him. But that’s also when he felt it.

Hsk is hard. His cock is rigid, pressed firm to Yg’s ass. He feels his neck burn and his eyes fly open.

Shit, is Yg awake? Can he feel it? +

Hsk focuses on Yg’s breathing, watching to see if he’s moving.

But after nearly two minutes of focusing with tired eyes and tunneling vision, there’s nothing to hint that Yg is alert. +

Hsk tries with all of his might to think of anything other than how soft Yg’s ass feels pressed to his cock. Anything at all. Vile things to get it to go away. Vomit, smelly feet, earwax. +

Hsk bites his tongue when Yg shifts. But only his hips move. Of course they do. Of fucking course his hips are moving back against him and rubbing on his cock.

Yg sighs quietly, and it sounds shaky. His hips move back against him again. +

It’s careful, and Hsk swears the movement is purposeful. But that wouldn’t make sense because Yg is asleep.

Isn’t he?

Hsk’s arm is looped around his waist, and he feels Yg’s hand moving, slowly, little by little, down his own stomach.

Down. Down.+

Hsk only hears it, the gentle snap of elastic against skin and rustling of fabric. Hsk tries to see, but Yg’s front is hidden from him.

Hsk recognizes the movement Yg’s arm makes though. It’s slow, up and down. +

Yg’s ass ruts back against Hsk’s cock again and it takes everything in his sleepy mind not to groan from the light friction.

Is Yg touching himself?

God, Hsk’s cock twitches.

Yg lets out a small breath. +

Hsk is convinced that he's conscious.

Shit.

But Hsk was still barely awake. Barely lucid, and he figured that was a damn good excuse for pushing his hips forward to meet Yg’s rolling hips, seeking more of that friction. +

But Yg goes still. Still as stone.

A painfully tense silence hangs in the room, heavy like a wet blanket. Hsk’s skin prickles with anxiety and he stays silent.

A small eternity passes before Yg grinds back again. Just like before, careful and slow. +

Yg must think Hsk is asleep. That’s the only explanation his mind can conjure. Yg thinks that he’s still sleeping.

But Hsk doesn’t want to be asleep anymore. He’s hard as hell, hornier than he can remember being in months, and he’s fucking burning up. +

Soft, quiet breaths are the only thing Hsk hears, and he wants to hear more.

Hsk slides his hand up Yg’s chest, fingers dancing across a perky nipple over the layer of his t-shirt. Yg goes still again aside from a gentle shiver. +

It’s daring, it’s stupid, and it’s borne of pure need and lust when Hsk leans forward and presses his lips to the back of Yg’s neck.

Yg gasps and arches. A hushed curse slips out too. +

Arousal stirs, like a violent current coursing through Hsk’s veins. He grinds into Yg’s ass and drifts his hand down Yg’s arm, the one that he just knows is buried in the front of his pajama pants. +

“What are you doing?” Yg asks, a warning.

Hsk grins against the skin on the back of Yg’s neck. “I should be asking you that,” he answers.

Yg shivers. “Fuck you,” he grumbles.

Hsk kisses his neck again and Yg practically purrs. “Hm, seems like you might want to, huh?” +

Yg’s head turns into the pillow, and Hsk knows that he’s blushing. Doesn’t even need to see his face to know it.

Hsk’s hand drifts lower and he’s right. Fuck, he’s right. Yg’s hand is below the waistband of his pajama pants, Hsk feels it even through two layers of clothing. +

“Touching yourself and rubbing on me. What’s that about, huh?”

“Horny, can’t help it,” Yg manages.

“You couldn’t go to the bathroom to take care of it?” Hsk grips Yg’s hip and pulls him back against him when he grinds again. +

His cock presses between his asscheeks and Yg arches his back, a long and trembling breath leaves him.

“Fuck. Seok-ah, kiss my neck again,” Yg whispers.

“Yeah? Okay, shit.”

Hsk props himself on an elbow and leans over him. +

He hesitates for a moment before sinking down to press an open mouthed kiss to the side of Yg’s neck, right below his ear.

Yg moans, and it’s so goddamn loud in the silence of the living room.

Shit, wait, they’re in the living room. +

Any one of the boys could walk down the hallway and see them writhing together on the couch. Hear Yg’s moans and gasps.

Hsk urges, whispering in his ear, “Shh, hyung. Not so loud,”

“Feels good, don’t stop,” Yg whines.

“I know, but please—“ +

Yg’s hand quickly withdraws from his pants, and from where Hoseok is leaning over him, he watches his thumb tuck into his pants and boxers. He lifts his hips from the couch and shoves them down to the middle of his thighs. +

Hsk is stunned. In the dim light cast from the television, he stares at Yg’s cock. He’s rock hard and leaking.

“Oh, fuck, hyung.”

Yg’s hand flies around to tug down on Hsk’s pants and he lets it happen. In fact, he helps him. Consequences be damned. +

With his pants finally down, his cock brushes against the hot, bare skin of Yg’s ass. It’s so smooth, and he’s burning to the touch just like he is.

“Shit, what are you doing to me?” Hsk whispers, voice trembling. His hand moves down, and he grabs Yg’s ass. +

A rough handful that makes Yg arch into him. Yg turns his head and looks up at him.

God, what the fuck.

Yg’s mouth hangs open, lips parted around a quiet strangled moan. He’s trembling.

“Want you so bad,” Yg whispers. +

Hsk can’t get any words out, he’s stunned into silence. He simply nods. Because he understands. He wants Yg too. So bad it aches.

Hsk spreads his ass open and presses his cock flat between his cheeks. He grinds against him with a desperation he didn’t know he had. +

“Shit, shit,” Yg whines.

Hsk grips his hip and holds him firm against him, rutting and rolling his hips like his life depends on it. Yg licks his hand and starts stroking himself again, fast and urgent. +

Yg’s breathy gasps turn into louder moans and Hsk slips his arm under his head and holds a hand over his mouth, muffling his noises, but barely.

“Quiet, hyung, please,” Hoseok whispers. +

Yg moves his head with a jittery nod of acknowledgement and Hsk leans down to press a kiss to the side of his neck again. Yg curls into him, moving his shoulder so that Hsk has more room. +

Hsk already feels the liquid pleasure of his orgasm building. It’s been years since he’s been in a sexual situation like this. Damn near five fucking years. And Yg is just as desperate, rolling and rubbing himself back against him as his hand works his cock. +

Yg shakes his head and turns away from Hsk’s hand covering his mouth. He looks up at him. “Kiss me,” he whispers eagerly.

Hsk doesn’t hesitate. Chasing bliss, he leans down into a messy and awkward kiss. Tongues meet, and Hsk swallows the muffled moans that rise from Yg. +

The friction of his hips and the sound of Yg’s hand stroking himself pushes him dangerously close.

He speaks against Yg’s lips, “Gonna come, hyung. Fuck.”

“Me too, don’t stop,'' he answers, biting at Hsk’s lip. +

Their lips are barely touching. Hot breath mingles between them, and Hsk can’t stand it anymore. His hand leaves Yg’s hip and he reaches around to brush Yg’s hand away and replace it with his own.

“Shit. Yeah, touch me,” Yg whines. +

Hsk feels him, hot and throbbing, stroking him as he rolls his hips. Hsk feels his own orgasm climbing, he’s hanging on the precipice.

The next thing Hsk knows, wet coats Hsk’s fingers and Yg cries out. Hsk claps a hand over his mouth and strokes him through it, shushing him. +

His hips stutter when he looks down into Yg’s eyes, half lidded and sleepy.

Oh, holy fucking shit.

Hsk comes with a silent curse. His climax damn near smacks him in the face, and he bites his lip to keep from making a sound. +

He feels Yg smile against his palm as hot waves wrack through him.

They stay like that for a moment, breathing heavily in post haze. Hsk’s hand is still wrapped around Yg’s softening cock, with his own is pressed between warm, and now, wet asscheeks. +

Hsk slowly removes his hand from Yg’s mouth to reveal a sleepy, smug grin.

“You’re filthy, hyung. Doing that to me while I’m sleeping.”

Yg chuckles, drowsy. “Complaining?”

“No.”

Thanks for reading, ya'll! I'm gonna go scream into the abyss now~~~

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