lol you are so polite anon! i like getting sweared at. anyway.

gyv who's lying in bed hard and horny, trying to fall asleep but unable to because of the throbbing between his legs. he can see sbn across their shared room, already alseep, a cosy, wrapped-up mound of blankets that shifts gently with his breaths.

after an hour, then two, of tossing, turning, and palming petulantly at his cock, gyv throws his covers off himself and crosses the room to curl up against soobin's back. he tucks his forehead against sbn's nape, pushes his knees up into sbn's bent legs, squeezing his cold toes between sbn's calves, pressing as close to him as he can. gyv's hard cock slots into the cleft of sbn's ass and he shamelessly grinds against sbn's warmth.

sbn, disturned, and unhappily awakened from a peaceful slumber, grumbles unintelligebly, face scrunched up grumpily, even though he's already pushing his ass back into bmg's hard cock. they shiftly softly against each other like this for a while, sbn blinking blearily awake, ass rubbing clumsy circles into gyv's cock, gyv nosing against his curved spine, pressing gentle, heavy kisses across sbn's hunched shoulders to wake him up.

at some point gyv, unable to resist, tugs away the collar of sbn's shirt with one finger and bites down into the sweet expanse of smooth, pale skin it reveals, right at the juncture where neck meets shoulder. he nibbles at sbn's flesh, delicate but instent, worrying the skin between his teeth, licking over the spot eagerly with a wet tongue after. it makes sbn moan.

sbn starts grinding back harder now, breathy whimpers escaping him into the dark, less sleepy now and more whiny, desperate. reaching a groping hand around his front, bmg can feel that he's hard too, cock leaking through the fabric of his pajamas. the touch makes sbn jerk back against him.

unwilling to wait any longer, bmg pulls down sbn's shorts impatiently, leaves them bunched up around his knees and licks around a finger, presses it against sbn's hole. sbn moans again at the contact, loud and wanting, but he's tight, and dry, and unstretched, and bmg can't wait any more.

he settles for pushing sbn's thighs together, slicks up his cock with spit, and presses it into the tight space between sbn's obligingly clenched legs. grinding back and forth, bmg closes a hand around sbn's cock, stroking loose and languid, too preoccupied with chasing his own release. sbn whines, the needy, hedonistic thing he always is, and wraps his own hand around bmg's to make bmg jerk him off faster, tighter.

they move together like this, messy and uncoordinated and sweaty under all the blankets piled atop them, sbn shifting his slippery legs around bmg's cock to keep his warm, soft thighs tight around him, bmg grinding feverishly between them, matching his thrusts with the rhythm of their joined hands over sbn's cock.

they come together, quickly and loudly. probably too quick, and too loud, but they've always been the neediest ones, the most impatient. bmg's cum paints sbn's thighs white and sticky, sbn's own cum spilling over their hands and on sbn's stomach.

they stay like this for a few moments after, blissed out and finally satisfied, bmg nipping gently at sbn's neck, hand pressing against sbn's tummy to hold him tight, smearing sbn's cum into his own skin, marking him filthy.

eventually, sbn recovers enough to spin around so they're facing each other, and smacks bmg's leg, groaning sulkily. he mumbles "i was having the best dream ever asshole." bmg laughs and cuddles close to sbn, tucking his head under sbn's chin, content in in the way that sbn still pulls him closer, tucks bmg's hair behind his ear tenderly. "this was better, admit it."