[jun/the8] predictably, ribbons
It’s been a few seconds since the last notes of “My I” faded but both Minghao and Junhui just sit there, catching their breath. None of them move from the position and none of them take their eyes off each other, either. It’s Soonyoung and Hansol clapping from their corner of the practice room that breaks the spell - they’re the only ones who decided to hang around to watch the practice, Soonyoung to silently judge their every mistake but still praise them like a proud mother each time they finish and Hansol - no one quite knows why Hansol stayed, really. Minghao wraps the ribbon around his palm, then pushes the ball of white cloth in his pocket.
“Hurry up and change, I’m starving” Soonyoung whines and Hansol nods next to him.
Junhui huffs and flicks a sweaty lock out of his eyes. “No one forced you to stay with us.”
Soonyoung wipes an imaginary tear, “Is this any way to talk to your mother? They grow up so fast these days.” When Junhui huffs again, Soonyoung adds, “And rude.”
“Come on hyung,” Hansol mutters, eyeing Minghao’s pocket. Minghao pulls his hoodie over the bulge where the ribbon is. “I’m hungry too.” Hansol speaks again, louder. “They can find their way back themselves, I really don’t wanna wait.”
Soonyoung looks conflicted. “But...”
“Didn’t you claim you’re a mother a few seconds ago?” Minghao grins, “What mother leaves her child hungry.”
“Fine,” Soonyoung finally concedes and rolls his eyes when Junhui laughs. “Why do I even wait for you every night, I swear to God.”
“I ask myself the same thing, honestly.” Junhui laughs, but follows it by blowing a kiss in Soonyoung’s direction, so he’s not too grumpy when he follows Hansol out the door.
*
It takes approximately thirty seconds after the door to the bathroom is locked for Junhui to find himself with his back against the wall and his hands tied above his head, the ends of the ribbon hanging loosely around his shoulders.
“I’m the older one, how do I always end up like this,” he grumbles as Minghao slides down to his knees.
Minghao laughs as his hands travel up Junhui’s thighs. “Age has nothing to do with this.” He moves to Junhui’s fly and laughs against it. “God, I thought they’d never leave. I almost considered trying to do this at home.”
Junhui snorts but it ends in a sigh when Minghao starts mouthing at his cock through the cotton of his briefs. His voice is still steady, however, even tinged with amusement when he speaks, “Jeonghan would catch us before we even think about it. Honestly,” he starts but has to take a sharp breath when Minghao drags his underwear down along with his jeans. “I was ready to jump you with them in there if they had refused to leave.”
“Yeah,” Minghao agrees, kissing Junhui’s inner thigh. Junhui tries to move closer to his mouth but Minghao pins his hips back against the wall. “I think Hansol would have enjoyed that, honestly. Maybe I should thank him for making Soonyoung leave. He’d look pretty in your position, don’t you think? I bet the ribbon would look good against his skin.”
“Oh,” Junhui moans aloud this time and Minghao rewards him with a loose stroke. “Can I watch? Please.”
Minghao hums. “If you ask nicely.”
Whatever Junhui wants to say next it’s lost to another moan, then another, and another until he can feel the nails digging in his wrists leave marks on his skin even through the ribbon.
*
Minghao does end up propositioning Hansol eventually. Hansol is wide eyed and stuttery, but keeps eye contact with Junhui the entire time Minghao blows him.