i can't find the exact translation of what gunil said about seungmin. well, it went like this "seungmin, tries hard not to show his feelings or you wouldn't see him cry that much because he tries not to show his burdens since he's having a hard time communicating about it". no, i didn't made that up but the sentiment/thought is there. in short words, seungmin finds it hard in showing his vulnerable side, it's a privilege to have someone like gunil who acknowledges it and is observant 😔😔. feel free to correct me, as i saw the translation in twitter before.
Summary: Gunil struggles with one of their new songs and Seungmin has an idea for how to help 🔞
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Content/smut warnings under the cut ♡
a/n: originally this was going to be for the punishment day and based more heavily on a cockwarming prompt from my lovely 🦇 anon but i'm too much of a softie and having gunil sitting on another person just wasn't working in my head. so ended up with this. and i wrote most of it today. hope you still enjoy <3
When Gunil offhandedly mentioned that he'd been struggling with one of their new songs, he couldn't have imagined what Seungmin's thoughtful hum meant for him in the near future.
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Receiving a message to meet in the practice room the next day—specifying to come alone—was more than a little suspicious. Arriving to find Seungmin standing behind his drum kit, clearly hiding something behind his back, made it even weirder.
"What's up?" Gunil tried to act nonchalant, but Seungmin's smirk as he walked closer put him on edge. "Need something?"
"Thought making practice more fun could help."
Gunil frowned, opening his mouth to ask what he meant, but Seungmin revealing what was in his hand made his jaw snap shut before he could get a word in. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, there was no way Gunil would have believed that Seungmin had brought one of their toys to the company. Just the idea of it was insane.
"You can't be serious," Gunil watched wide-eyed as Seungmin slammed the suction cup base down onto his stool. "How is this supposed to help?"
"Risk and reward," Seungmin shrugged as he locked the door before rummaging through the bag he'd left near his keyboard for lube. "I'll give you twenty minutes to get the part you're having trouble with five times in a row. You can come if you do."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you don't," he said with another shrug, giggling when Gunil sighed. "Now, pants off and bend over."
Not seeing any point in arguing, Gunil did as he was told, grimacing at the cold fingertip pressed against his hole after leaning on the table Seungmin usually used for his laptop. The way Seungmin stretched him out was almost clinical—not trying to make it feel good, just as a step before getting him how he wanted him. Gunil wouldn't go as far as to call it humiliating, but it was a little embarrassing to be treated that way, especially when they were outside the dorm. Even with the door locked, the possibility of being caught made his stomach swoop.
Thankfully, it wasn't long before Seungmin decided it was enough, pulling his fingers out for Gunil to shakily walk towards his drums. Gunil frowned down at the dildo on his stool, grateful that Seungmin had chosen one on the smaller side, but it still took being pushed forward for him to start lowering himself down. Even with it not being one of their bigger toys, he was left feeling almost uncomfortably full when he was fully seated, needing a second to breathe before picking up his drumsticks.
"Ready?" Seungmin asked, waiting for Gunil to nod before setting the timer on his phone. "Twenty minutes. You can start."
Remembering the problem with the song was mostly with the double pedals made Gunil groan. Moving his arms wouldn't be so much of an issue, but his legs were a different thing entirely. Just putting his feet on them made him gasp, and judging by Seungmin's hum from behind, he knew it just as well. Still, he didn't try to interrupt, so Gunil got started on the section as best he could.
Even if he had to start slower than it was supposed to be, it took a few mistakes before he got the section of the song right for the first time that day. It was a short-lived victory—messing up the rhythm as soon as he tried to match the actual speed of the song—but Gunil was determined to get it right. Being so focused made the toy easier to deal with.
The fullness became less of a distraction and more grounding as the time passed. Mistakes were still inevitable, and it was frustrating to have the score go back to zero, but shifting on the stool to just feel was surprisingly helpful. It was easy to forget that Seungmin was still watching with him being just outside Gunil's field of vision.
"You have a few minutes left," he ran his fingers through Gunil's hair after he finished the section again, cooing when he flinched from the contact. "Just one more."
Taking a deep breath, Gunil nodded, determined to get it right one last time. He couldn't afford not to with the way he'd been brought out of the practice trance enough to have the dildo be more noticeable again. Ignoring it as best he could, Gunil started playing the section for the final time.
With perfect timing, the alarm blared as soon as he dropped his sticks, close to tears from managing to just beat Seungmin's challenge. Gunil didn't get the chance to celebrate before Seungmin rushed around to tip his head up by the chin, eyes bright with a grin so wide that it took Gunil reaching out and feeling warm skin to realise he'd taken his pants off.
"You did so good. So proud of you," Seungmin bent to lightly press his lips to Gunil's. "Now you can have your reward."
Seungmin moved closer to line up with Gunil's dick. Gunil could only assume that the drums had drowned out any sounds of him stretching himself out, his cock slipping inside easily with the excessive amount of lube Seungmin had used, but it was his weight pushing him further onto the toy that made him whimper. Seungmin couldn't do much more than grind down with their position on the seat, moaning with Gunil's fingers tightly gripping his waist, and it took everything in Gunil to not try to just bounce him like a ragdoll. Too much.
"I'm sorry," Gunil gasped when Seungmin leaned forward to mouth at his throat. "Not gonna last. Close."
"That's okay. Been waiting so long," Seungmin rolled his hips faster. "Come for me. Deserve it."
Gunil couldn't hold back if he tried. He held Seungmin still, forcing him down harder to be as deep as the toy inside himself, barely feeling the nails digging into his shoulders as he came. Seungmin trembled in his lap when he followed seconds later, his come dirtying Gunil's shirt, but neither of them had the energy left to care. Gunil was fairly sure he wouldn't even be able to stand up. Of course Seungmin could still make him roll his eyes.
"We should keep making our songs harder if this is what I get out of it."
