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“Alright, take a five!”
Taerae collapsed on the floor before Hanbin could finish his sentence. Exhausted and panting after the continuous half an hour of dance practice.
His chest burnt and heartbeat pumped just beneath his ear.
He needed cola. Or iced coffee. Or a sprite. Or–
“Have some water,” a voice called, keeping a bottle with a straw in it.
Gunwook.
Taerae rolled over, propping himself on his elbows and took a few lazy sips as Gunwook sat down beside him.
“This water tastes weird.”
“No, it doesn't,” Gunwook said, slightly breathless and flushed.
“It does.”
“You just haven't had water in four days,” he retorted.
Taerae rolled over to lay on his back again. “Valid.”
“Are you free tonight?” Gunwook asked–blurted out. Voice nervous for whatever reason Taerae couldn't point out.
“Tonight? Why?” He turned to see Gunwook–his eyes shifty and the red blush of his cheeks as if it was permanent at this point.
His voice dropped to a whisper, “I wanted to…I wanted to try something out.”
“...like what?”
Gunwook’s eyebrows furrowed together, “you know what.”
Taerae did know what.
Since the night Taerae introduced pet play to Gunwook, he had been…researching.
By researching, he meant reading fanfics and discovering more ways and tricks to do with pet play.
And that had, in turn, made Taerae's nights anything but peaceful because Gunwook’s reading speed is more than average. His stamina crosses that limit.
And because of that, everything was backfiring and Taerae was barely getting rest time to repair his body–hence getting tired after practicing for simply half an hour.
He sighed. “I do have plans tonight.”
Gunwook laid down beside him, eye level the same now as he looked at him with shining eyes. “When will you be back?”
“Very late.” He deadpanned, looking away.
Gunwook pouted, “well, when do you have to leave?”
His neck snapped to Gunwook again, “we are not doing anything before I have to go.”
“It won't take long.”
“Last time you said it, I had to cancel my plans because I was an hour late already. So no.”
Gunwook opened his mouth to protest but closed It when Hanbin called him.
He grumbled, pushing himself off to his feet and towards Hanbin, Yujin and Hao already in postiin for whatever polishing of the steps they needed.
Yujin heeled Taerae’s leg a moment later. “Hyung, move out of the way.”
“Just go over me, I can't move.”
“Hanbin hyung!”
Taerae groaned, mumbling “Little brat…” under his breath as he crawled his body a little before catching a passing by Gyuvin's ankle, making him pause.
“Drag me to the corner,” he pleaded.
Gyuvin's expression shifted, his ears dusting a light shade of pink beneath his cap.
“Hyung, get off me,” he muttered, shaking his leg to get his grip to loosen.
But there was no way it was loosening. Taerae pulled his body closer to Gyuvin. “Just drag me till there, c’mon.”
“Hyung, you are heavier than you look!” He kicked his side lightly but Taerae refused to budge. Bending down, he shoved his shoulders, wriggling his foot out. “Hyung!”
“Why is it so hard for you to just drag me there?”
“Just get up and walk! Or crawl! I don't know!” He tugged at his hands but instead getting wobbly in his knees. His breath hitched. His knee slipped, landing squarely on Taerae’s inner thigh.
“Hey! That hurts!” Taerae yelped.
“I told you to get off before!” Gyuvin shot back, tipping his body slightly, only to end up lying partially atop Taerae, his elbow nudging Taerae’s side.
His heart hammered beneath his chest. Every breath caught as he became acutely aware of Taerae’s small figure under him, warm and squirming.
“Ah! Fine, fine, I’ll go by myself! Get off me!” Taerae protested, wriggling, but a laugh bubbled out of him despite himself.
Gyuvin’s mind was still processing the sudden closeness when Taerae made a bold move, shoving against his stomach. Gyuvin grunted, accidentally smacking Taerae’s hand.
Taerae retaliated, lightly striking back, and soon they were in a chaotic back-and-forth of pushes and kicks, bursts of laughter punctuating the scuffle.
“Enough!” Gyuvin finally shrieked, grabbing a part of Taerae’s leg without looking and twisting his body. In a swift movement, Taerae was pinned beneath him, pressed to the floor.
Taerae’s breath hitched. He was all too aware of Gyuvin’s hand on the back of his thigh, his leg in a weirdly compromising L-shaped position, dangerously close to his ass, and the warm weight of Gyuvin pressing down against his back. Gyuvin’s breath whispered over his neck, invasive and thrilling at the same time.
Gyuvin panicked. Shifted.
Shifted so wrong that his crotch was brushing past the curve of Taerae's ass.
Then—
“Gyuvin hyung!”
He shot up. Body stiffening, flushing and turning to a jelly all at once.
“Hanbin hyung was calling you to practice…” Gunwook trailed off, turning slowky to Taerae on the floor. His eyes flickered up, “And I'm going to buy some drinks with Taerae hyung, want something?”
Gyuvin only shook his head once before walking briskly past him.
Gunwook looked at him leaving for a moment too long with furrowed eyebrows before he turned back to Taerae, stumbling to get on his feet and seemingly already running out of the door.
Embarrassed for getting turned on just because of Gyuvin and the expanse of his hand around his thigh.
He prayed, begged the universe that Gyuvin didn't see him getting hard–else he would lose his face in front of him.
Groaning, he sped up his pace, pulling his shirt down as hiding his face as he walked past a few trainees.
Gunwook jogged to catch up to him, “Hyung! Wait up!”
Taerae paused. Turned around and walked towards Gunwook, standing close behind him, hands on his back as he sighed shakily. “Drop me off to the bathroom first, you can get your drinks a little later.”
“Bathroom? Why?”
Taerae let out a low groan, pushing Gunwook and urging him to walk as he spoke after the hallway was almost empty. “I have a little…situation.”
“I know, that's why I said you are coming with me.” He twisted his body, waving his phone screen infront of Taerae. “I already ordered the drinks.”
“Oh. That, uh–thanks.”
Gunwook grinned, “No problem, I didn't do it for free.”
“What–”
Taerae was cut off by Gunwook grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the other end of the wall–towards the vocal room.
“Gunwook, I can take care of it myself–”
“Why would you when I'm here?” He pulled open the door and ushered themselves inside, locking it and pinning Taerae to the wall. “Besides…won't you give your puppy a treat for saving you?”
Taerae stared at him for a moment. Eyes glinting under the dim light. Then let out a soft chuckle. “Puppy sure has some guts, ordering me around to give you treats.”
“But I deserve it,” Gunwook murmured, his grin widening, his body inching closer.
“That depends on what you want,” Taerae teased, tilting his head, letting the playful edge linger in the quiet room.
Gunwook didn’t waste another second. He leaned in, capturing Taerae’s lips in a kiss–slow at first, testing, teasing, before it deepened. Taerae responded immediately, letting out a soft sigh as their mouths moved together.
The kiss grew heated, hands pressing against each other, the playful teasing melting into something more urgent. Gunwook’s hands slid along Taerae’s sides, firm and confident, while Taerae’s own fingers tangled in Gunwook’s hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly.
His knee raised just slightly to press against Taerae's crotch, pants already pented with his hardened dick.
Taerae parted his lips, moaning into the kiss. Gunwook’s body pressed against his, hand sliding under his shirt to flatten against the soft expanse of his stomach.
Taerae's mind unconsciously went to Gyuvin, his huge hand and his grip on Taerae and the pressing of his body on Taerae. The thought alone was hot enough for him to buck his hips forward.
He pushed Gunwook’s head down, breaking the kiss in the process and let his lips attach to Taerae’s collar instead.
He clutched Gunwook’s hair. “Gunwook-ah, won't you suck hyung off?” Said he in a sweet lullaby, hiding the tremor in his voice.
Gunwook nodded his head, licking a last stripe along the line of his collarbone before dropping down to his knees, lips meeting his clothed dick.
Taerae bit his lip, head thrown back as grip on Gunwook’s hair tightening as he sucked over his sweatpants, licking and creating a suction, sending Taerae's entire body jerking.
Then he went up, hot breath hitting his stomach as Gunwook tugged the waistband down with his teeth, glancing up at Taerae's flushed face. His actions were teasing, slow and deliberate, pushing Taerae's buttons.
He pulled Gunwook’s hair. The waistband stopped right below his crotch, the precum wetting his boxers slightly.
Then he felt it. Soft fur.
He looked down to find Gunwook smirking at him. His fingers curled into his palms–wearing the gloves he got Gunwook.
Then he pawed Taerae’s dick, tilting his head slightly.
“Treat?”
A shiver ran down his spine. Gunwook pawed it again. Now pulling his boxers down and letting his cock spring out, nuzzling his cheek against it.
“Treat?”
Taerae was too stunned at the sight in front of him. Eyes wide and his dick throb. Sure that Gunwook could feel it against his cheek.
He let out a breathless chuckle, raking his hair back with his free hand. “Where did you learn that from, you slutty puppy?”
“Just…here and there,” he mumbled, rubbing his knuckles along Taerae's length.
Taerae scoffed, hand reaching down to rest it under his chin, tilting his head up. His thumb wiped across his bottom lip, parting it open–half lidded, desire filled eyes looking up at him.
“Such a cute puppy, self training, huh? Shall we see how well you trained yourself?”
Gunwook nodded, gulping before sticking his tongue out for him.
Taerae shot him an amused look. “Good boy.” He tugged Gunwook's hair up, a small wince escaping him before he slapped his dick on Gunwook’s tongue. “Well, then, take your treat, puppy.”
Gunwook wrapped his lips around his cock, sucking gently. He didn't take it whole in his mouth at once, just sucking the tip, the fur on his gloves tickling the base of the dick and balls.
Taerae hummed in pleasure, trying to press Gunwook’s head further onto his cock but it was obvious who had more power here.
He pressed his heel lightly on Gunwook’s thigh, making him squirm to close them. “Stop teasing, else I will make sure to edge you the whole night.”
He dug his heel more into his skin and he gave in. A moan vibrating in his throat and dying down at the tip of his tongue as he took the whole length in.
Taerae groaned, mouth hanging open while pushing his head continuously, feeling the tip graze the back of his throat continuously.
Gunwook sucked in a harsh breath between thrusts, Taerae's scent engulfing his nostrils as he continuously hit against the base of his dick.
He sucked and licked and tilted his head for better access, nails digging into his skin and the dick throbbing in his mouth, his teeth grazing the skin every once in a while, causing Taerae to stutter his hips.
He huffed, sliding down the wall just slightly as he lost the feeling in his knees, thighs quaking so hard that Gunwook had to grip them harder.
“I'm–oh my god!” He yelped. Gunwook forced Taerae's left leg to rest on his shoulder, keeping him from sliding down further.
The position allowed Gunwook to suck the whole dick easily, the tip hitting the back of his throat violently with each thrust that he gagged lightly, making vibrations run up and down Taerae's body.
“Wook, I'm–fuck,” his voice trembled, sweat dripping down his hairline, “I'm cumming, wait–”
His eyes rolled back as he muffled a moan against his hand, hips bucking and release breaking out of him like fire escaping his body in the form of lava.
Gunwook didn't stop till the last few drops were sucked out of him and into his throat, watery saltiness hitting his tastebuds.
Taerae supported himself with his hands on Gunwook’s shoulder, getting off and sliding down against the wall, catching his breath. “That was…wow.”
Gunwook grinned, taking that as a praise and leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Taerae ruffled his already messed up hair lazily.
(“But seriously,” Taerae began as they left the vocal room after making sure they looked presentable, “where did you learn that from? As your hyung, I need to make sure you aren't on any unadulterated sites.”
Gunwook simply rolled his eyes, walking a step ahead of him, “I don't watch porn, if that's what you mean.”
“Then where did that come from?”
Gunwook thought for a moment. Then; “A soogyu fic.”
Taerae scoffed. “Of course.”)
It had barely been a complete three days since Taerae got turned on because of Gyuvin. And since then, he had been avoiding him as much as possible.
Which in turn made him realise how easy it was–because Gyuvin had been ignoring him since days before, too.
Taerae didn't question, though. It would be alright after a few days; just a few more till they forget all about it and go back to normal.
Because there was no way they were having a talk about it.
And it wouldn't be hard since they didn't have a reason to really engage with each other—
“Are you not going to give Gyuvin vocal lessons like you promised?” Ricky asked on their ride to the company for practice.
Right. The vocal lessons.
He squeezed his eyes shut slowly as the memory came back to his mind.
“He didn't approach me about it after that, so…” he trailed off, looking outside the window.
“I figured,” Ricky simply said, eyes on his phone screen. “He has been asking me for help and doesn't understand anything so I'm a horrible teacher now.” He scoffed.
Taerae let out a small laugh. “I'll practice with him, don't worry.”
“You better…”
The practice went as usual–tiring and left Taerae aching.
But he still decided to stay for longer to brush up some steps. He could have asked Hanbin or Gunwook to stay with him but Hanbin had a schedule early morning and it was already past midnight and he would not be able to practice with Gunwook.
So he was alone, earphones in as he turned on just one tubelight and repeated the steps till his lines seemed clean enough. Then moved to the next.
The other dances were comparatively easy for him to follow but he remained awkward and unsteady in the chair dance.
He was growing frustrated by the time he repeated the dance twice, his throat parched and sweat collecting at his brow. He frowned, scrubbing at the sweat collecting on his jaw with the back of his wrist before restarting the track.
He didn’t hear the door open.
It was only when the faint click of shoes echoed across the wooden floor that Taerae froze mid-step, turning sharply with a startled expression.
Gyuvin stood in the doorway, one strap of his backpack slung over his shoulder, his hair slightly mussed as if he’d just rolled out of a nap. He raised a hand in a half-wave, half-greeting.
“…Oh. You’re still here.”
Taerae blinked, pulling out one earbud. “Yeah. Couldn’t get the steps right.” His voice came out sheepish, defensive almost. “What are you doing here?”
“Forgot my bag here. I was in the vocal room,” Gyuvin padded in, his tone casual. He set his backpack against the wall and looked over at the mirrors, then back at Taerae, curiosity flickering across his features. “You’ve been at it for a while, huh?”
Taerae turned back to his reflection, clicking his tongue as if that would explain everything. “Chair part’s annoying. Everything else is fine, but that–” He cut himself off with a sigh, dragging the chair closer and resetting the music. “I’ll get it eventually.”
There was a beat of silence, then Gyuvin pushed himself off the barre. “Want me to help?”
Taerae looked at him in surprise. “You?”
“Yeah. I mean…I'm a dancer. I can help you with your mistakes.”
Taerae paused for a beat too long before nodding. Nothing could go wrong, making the practice would lift the awkward tension between them.
Gyuvin walked over to him and picked up the tablet, going back to the choreographers’ doing the dance.
Taerae peeked from over his shoulder, pointing at it. “That's the part I'm not able to do.”
Gyuvin replayed the segment, watching closely. “Ah… yeah, I see where it gets tricky.” He set the tablet down and dragged the chair into position. “It’s not just about sitting. You have to think of it like…controlling the chair instead of letting it control you.”
Taerae raised a brow. “You make it sound like I’m wrestling it.”
“Kind of,” Gyuvin said with a small laugh before demonstrating. He slid into the move, one knee bent sharp, the other stretched back as his hand gripped the chair’s backrest. It was fluid in a way Taerae hadn’t managed yet. “See? If your weight’s here–” he shifted slightly, “–you can pull the rest of your body into line.”
When Taerae tried, it collapsed halfway into a mess of angles. He hissed under his breath. “It feels wrong.”
“Because you’re locking your hips.” Gyuvin crouched in front of him without hesitation. “Move your leg–no, not like that. Here.” His palm pressed against Taerae’s thigh, guiding it outward. “There’s more balance if you open up.”
Taerae inhaled through his nose, trying not to focus on the warm pressure of Gyuvin’s hand. He adjusted, repeating the step slower this time.
“Better,” Gyuvin said, circling behind him now. “But your shoulders–don’t cave in. You’re not shrinking, you’re taking space.” He lifted a hand, lightly brushing Taerae’s arm back until his chest squared toward the mirror again.
Their eyes met in the reflection. Taerae’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
“Yeah,” Gyuvin said after a pause, his voice lower, more focused. “That’s the line. Hold it there. Feel how the chair isn’t slipping?”
Taerae nodded, throat tight.
Focus. Focus, Kim Taerae.
He shook his head lightly.
Gyuvin clapped once. “Alright, let’s go again, full speed this time.”
Taerae groaned but reset, tugging the chair into place. The music bled out from the speaker, bass pulsing in the floorboards, and he forced his body through the motions again. This time, with Gyuvin circling like a hawk.
It felt way too intimate than it should have.
“Looser–” Gyuvin’s voice cut through the beat, his hand brushing Taerae’s hip to stop him from tensing. “Don’t fight it, just drop into it.”
Taerae obeyed, hips sinking as his leg hooked over the side of the chair.
“Better,” Gyuvin muttered, sliding the chair’s backrest so it lined with his spine. “See how clean that looks now?”
The routine picked up speed. Taerae’s hands hit the back of the chair, his body folding forward in time to the rhythm.
Gyuvin stepped in again, fingertips at his wrist, adjusting the angle so the movement stretched instead of collapsed.
The corrections were small, but constant–his palm ghosting over Taerae’s ribcage to stop him from curving, a tap at his knee to open it wider, his voice threading through the music with low, precise notes.
By the third repeat, Taerae’s shirt was sticking to his back with sweat, but the chair hadn’t wobbled once. He collapsed onto it when the song cut, panting.
Gyuvin bent, snatching up the tablet they’d propped earlier. “Not bad, hyung.” He tapped play, and their reflection came to life on the small screen.
Taerae leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched himself move.
Gyuvin didn't speak for a solid minute. Making Taerae grow doubtful. “Is it…not fine yet?”
“Huh? Oh, it's…it's better.” Gyuvin audibly gulped, pulling his cap further down. “Wanna do it one last time or…?”
Taerae groaned exaggeratedly. “I'm about to break my back if I continue,” he turned as he said, tilting back to lay down.
Not noticing his head was angled towards Gyuvin's lap.
Towards his crotch.
And he realised it too late–when he had already settled his head comfortably and Gyuvin's breath hitched. Then he felt it.
Gyuvin's raging boner.
His eyes shot open. Looking directly into Gyuvin's wide open ones, mouth hanging open and face blushing furiously.
There was silence for a beat. Then—
“You have a boner.” Taerae blurted out.
Gyuvin's mouth opened. Then closed again. Body stiff and his face growing a deeper shade of red.
“It's not…it’s not what you think–”
“So you don't have a boner?” Taerae raised an eyebrow. Hiding how shared he was to get up and face it.
“I–it…it is but–” He stuttered, struggling to find his words.
Taerae felt it grow harder. A small smirk played on his lips. “Is it because of me?”
Gyuvin looked away. His hand trembled.
That wasn't a no.
Taerae sat up, his hand on Gyuvin's crotch now as the younger let out a sound between a sigh and surprised yelp.
“Hyung…I'm sorry–”
Taerae was faster. Pressing his lips to Gyuvin's and moving his lips. Gyuvin was stunned for a moment before he allowed his mouth to move too.
Wrapping his hand around Taerae's wrist, he pulled it away, tilting and pressing his body against Taerae as he leaned forward.
Taerae didn't back down–sliding his free hand under Gyuvin’s shirt, spreading across the expanse of his stomach. He sighed shakily into the kiss.
Then Taerae got back to his senses. And pushed Gyuvin away. “Wait, we–there are cameras.”
Yes. There were cameras. And Taerae was worried about the cameras. Not about the fact that we were doing this.
Oh god, we are doing this, the realization hit Gyuvin like a bucket of ice water.
He didn't even need to suggest a place to Gyuvin because he was already grabbing Taerae as they stood up, dragging him to the corner of the room, at an awkward space sandwiched between the mirror and walls on two sides.
A blind spot.
Perfect.
He pinned Taerae to the mirror and pressed his lips to his again, rolling his hips forward to grind against Taerae.
A moan bubbled inside his throat, lips parting and allowing Gyuvin to shove his tongue inside to explore the wide canvas of his mouth.
Gyuvin pressed harder, grip tightening around his wrist and he was almost rutting against him like an animal.
“You don't know…how long I have waited for this,” Gyuvin remarked, breaking the kiss to nibble at the shell of his ear, grinding harder. The friction of his denims made him even more desperate, the excitement sending vibrations straight to his dick.
Taerae gasped as Gyuvin’s tongue licked a sensitive spot beneath his ear, the wetness spreading all over his skin.
His back arched, a needy moan ripping out of his throat as Gyuvin sucked on his pulse point. His dick jumped at the sensation.
And then something flashed in his memory.
“…like–or want to try–puppy play,” Hanbin continued.
Ricky turned his head dramatically towards Gyuvin, pointing at him–
“Yeah, yeah, I'm drinking.”
Taerae smirked to himself. His hand reaching out to slip under Gyuvin's shirt and tug at the belt loop of his denims, pressing and twisting the button to open it up.
Gyuvin was oblivious to it all, too consumed by the high he was close to reaching by grinding against Taerae.
He gave up. Simply pressing a hand to Gyuvin's mouth and ignoring his wordless protests as he slid down against the mirror, kneeling.
The button was already undone, he simply unzipped the jeans and let it fall down to his ankles.
Then he thanked Gunwook silently in his mind as he leaned in to lick the soft, already wet material of Gyuvin's boxers. A long stripe to make him jolt and grasp Taerae’s hair.
“Hyung, what are you–”
He curled his fingers, seamlessly taking the role of a puppy. “Treat?” He pawed at his dick.
He could see the way Gyuvin's mind stopped at that exact moment. Short circuiting and making sense of it all.
He gulped. “You...p-puppy…?”
“Hm?” Taerae barely heard him, already biting the thin material and pulling it down, a ghost of a smirk on his face.
It was exhilarating. Looking up at Gyuvin as he knelt and teased him, pushing his buttons.
He licked the base of his dick, slowly and deliberately making his way towards the tip, feeling the dick throb against his cheek.
He gave it small kitty licks, feeling Gyuvin vibrate and buck his hips forward.
Taerae brought up his hand again, flicking the wrist with curled fingers. “Trea–”
Gyuvin slammed his dick in Taerae's mouth, hitting the back of his throat violently as he gagged and his eyes rolled back. But the grip on Taerae's head remained.
He thrusted again, pressing his head against the mirror, driven purely on pleasure because of the warm mouth wrapped around his dick.
The thrusts were firm, fast and desperate as staccato of ah ah ah's left Gyuvin’s mouth, holding himself back from thrusting too hard so as to not hurt Taerae.
But this, the tip of Gyuvin’s cock hitting his throat repeatedly and not even allowing him to breathe properly; the breath coming out hot in small gasps on his skin, was testing his limits. Weakening his hold on reality.
“Fuck–I…you feel so good.”
Taerae whimpered, his eyes glassy, nibbing on Gyuvin's skin lightly in protest but that seemed to make Gyuvin go even faster. Caging him even more so that he can't even move. Fucking his throat like he was some toy.
Drool dripped down from Taerae’s chin to his thigh and he twitched, his cock aching at this point.
He tried to inch closer to Gyuvin, finding his foot to hump on it or something to provide him some release. But the force of Gyuvin’s thrust made it impossible for him to move much, desperately humping the air.
“Stay still,” Gyuvin grumbled, tugging at Taerae’s hair. “What? Are you hard?”
The whines that broke out of his throat only seemed to send vibrations through his mouth to Gyuvin's dick. Bucking his hips further into his mouth.
His feet shifted. Coming closer to Taerae's thigh, landing lightly on it before—
He stepped on his cock.
Tears trickled down Taerae's face, his mouth opening wide in submission as he squirmed with the pressure on his dick. Gyuvin’s cock attempting to find more imaginary space inside Taerae’s mouth to thrust into.
Gyuvin pressed harder on his dick. An amused laugh leaving his mouth, “How are you hard…by just sucking me off? Does me–me fucking your throat feel that good?”
Taerae sniffled, vision blurring, a desperate plea coming out all muffled. Gyuvin pressed harder, the ball of his foot moving against Taerae's tip, precum already leaking out.
This hyung…he's really something.
Taerae wrapped his hand around Gyuvin’s dick, lips tight around his cock as he sucked harder whenever the cock slid out.
Gyuvin turned to a moaning mess, thighs quivering as pleasure wrapped tight around his stomach, punching him in the gut, threatening to spill out.
“Hyung–hyung, I'm close, I'm–” he cut himself off by a loud moan, tugging at his hair but it only resulted in Taerae’s teeth grazing his underside. The orgasm arrived with the speed of lightning, sending shockwaves all over his body.
Hot white strings split out of him, going straight to Taerae's throat before his mouth overflowed and some of it dripped down his chin.
He finally pushed Gyuvin away, folding over and coughing onto the floor, wiping his face–the sticky cum and his dried tears.
His dick still throbbed, still unsatisfied.
He turned to look up at Gyuvin and—
He was still erect.
“How the hell…” Taerae trailed off, standing up to look him in the eye. But he avoided it, the post-nut clarity hitting him like a truck.
I just throat fucked Taerae.
I just. throat fucked Taerae.
And he's not a handler.
His eyebrows furrowed together upon that realization. Had he heard wrong? Was he mistaken? Was that someone else–?
Taerae snapped a finger in front of Gyuvin's face. “I asked you something,” he said, glancing down at Gyuvin's dick.
Gyuvin flushed, hiding it with his hands, “I…I'll handle it myself. I wasn't thinking and it–”
“Are you just going to leave me like this?” Taerae questioned, offended.
Gyuvin's eyes trailed down to where Taerae was pointing–stopping at his tented crotch.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
Gyuvin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His palms twitched at his sides, unsure whether to cover himself or reach out.
Taerae raised a brow, shifting his weight impatiently. “Well? Don’t just stand there like a coward.”
“I’m not–” Gyuvin started, but his voice cracked, betraying him. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to gather the nerve. His eyes flickered down again, then up to Taerae’s face.
It's fine. He can play along. He can. He prayed he could.
Taerae opened his mouth to say something but Gyuvin was already turning him around and pressing his body to the mirror again. He let out a surprised yelp, his dick painfully pressed to the cold mirror.
He cranked his neck to look at Gyuvin but turned it again when he heard a ‘pop’ sound. Then Gyuvin pulled Taerae’s pants and boxers down, his dick springing out before getting pressed to the mirror again.
A whine was let out of his mouth, muffled against his lips. The coldness of Gyuvin's slicked up fingers teased his hole.
“You have a safeword?” He hesitantly asked, his fingers barely touching Taerae.
“I don't need a safeword,” Taerae was too confident as he replied.
“You sure?”
“Yes, just–” Taerae sighed shakily, pushing his hips towards Gyuvin just enough to give him some encouragement. And he took it. Slipping fingers slowly inside Taerae.
The fingers were slender, way more slender than Gunwook’s. But they still stretched his walls, pumping them in and out. Curling them. Teasing him. Hitting his prostate.
“Gyuvin–faster,” he breathlessly complained. Then felt his pace fasten, moving fast and filling the space with wet sounds, so long that they hit his prostate with each thrust.
Taerae pushed his hips further, grinding them against his fingers but was pressed to the mirror again, Gyuvin's knee on his shin, restricting any movement.
He rested his mouth on Taerae's shoulder, panting lightly onto his skin while his fingers slipped out of him.
He whined at the emptiness, wriggling his hips.
“Glass. That's your safe word.”
“What? I said I don't–”
But he choked when he felt Gyuvin’s dick aligning with his hole. “Wait–I'm not open enough–”
“You will be open enough,” Gyuvin simply mumbled and thrust his cock inside him. The walls slowly stretching and burning at the invasion.
Taerae screamed. Gyuvin pressed him harder, his whole body sandwiched tightly between Gyuvin and the mirror.
“Fuck…you are so tiny,” he licked Taerae’s shoulder, sucking and nibbling with his pace slow, still getting Taerae used to the girth of it, “so fucking tight.”
Taerae’s thighs quivered as he struggled to keep himself upright, his forehead pressed to the cool mirror. Every shallow thrust made his reflection shiver back at him, eyes half-lidded, lips trembling, cheeks flushed.
Gyuvin’s hand trailed lower, fingers splaying across his stomach, pulling him back tighter against him until Taerae could feel every inch, every flex of muscle as he moved inside him.
“Puppy…” Gyuvin whispered into his ear and Taerae shivered, his whole body reacting to the word and his walls clenching around Gyuvin’s cock tighter.
He let out a small laugh. “You really love getting called a puppy, don't you?”
The slow pace was maddening, stretching him wider, deeper, until the ache blurred into something hotter.
“Gyuvin…” Taerae’s voice cracked on the name, part plea, his nails squealing against the glass as they scraped downward.
Gyuvin hummed against his skin, lips brushing the curve of his ear. “Sound so pretty when you say my name like that.” He rolled his hips deeper, swallowing Taerae’s cry with a low groan of his own.
Taerae gasped, chest heaving, body caught between pain and unbearable pleasure. His walls clenched instinctively, pulling Gyuvin in tighter, making his pace falter for the first time.
“Fuck–” Gyuvin cursed under his breath, teeth grazing his neck, his pace fastening without a warning.
Taerae yelled. The scream resonated in the room and in his ears for a beat before another scream ripped out of his throat.
Gyuvin, without stopping, wrapped his hand around Taerae's mouth, rutting inside him with urgency. “Don't be–so loud,” he panted between thrusts.
Taerae writhed, muffled whimpers spilling uselessly against Gyuvin’s hand. His tears streaked the mirror, fogging with every shaky breath.
“Still so loud,” Gyuvin clicked his tongue, sliding his hand down to his lips and pressed against his teeth “You want the whole world to hear how tight you are?”
Gyuvin did not know where that was coming from. Maybe some horrible porn he had watched long ago. Maybe his own imagination–from when he was thinking about Taerae degrading him. Shaming him for begging like a dumb pup.
“N–no,” Taerae’s voice cracked against his palm, broken and muffled. And he bit his hand. An attempt to keep the voice in.
Gyuvin chuckled nervously, just a tiny bit excited, teeth grazing his shoulder. “Good puppy. Stay quiet for me.” His thrusts came harder, deeper, making Taerae jolt with every push.
“I…I can’t,” Taerae whimpered, his lips trembling as sobs of pleasure broke free. “It’s too much–”
“You can.” Gyuvin’s grip tightened around his hips, dragging him back onto his length. “You're already taking me so well.”
“Gyuvin–please,” Taerae gasped, words coming out almost non coherent against his hand, his forehead thudding softly against the glass. “Slow down, I–”
“Didn't you tell me to go faster moments ago?” Gyuvin cut him off, his breath hot and uneven against his neck. “You said you weren’t open enough–and look at you now. Stretching around me. Begging for more.”
Taerae let out a choked cry, his voice trembling. He moved his head, leaving Gyuvin’s hand and snapped tightly, “I’m not begging–”
Gyuvin laughed, low and wrecked, snapping his hips harder. “Then what’s this, huh? All those pretty little screams…they sound like begging to me.”
“Fine.” He panted, tearing up slowly and absolutely hating it. “I won't–ah–I won't scream.”
“Can you, really?”
Taerae opened his mouth to say something but let out a scream instead. Gyuvin’s hand pressing on his stomach, his body jolting under the pressure of it.
He covered his mouth with his hand in urgency, letting Taerae bite it harder with each thrust.
Gyuvin’s rhythm faltered, then snapped–his thrusts turning rougher, faster, almost desperate. His grip on Taerae’s waist was bruising, knuckles white.
“Shit–fuck, Taerae–” Gyuvin’s voice cracked, low and breathless as he buried himself deeper. “You’re so tight, so tiny, you’re–driving me insane.”
Taerae let out a strangled sob against Gyuvin’s palm, his nails scratching helplessly at the mirror. His body trembled under the relentless pace, chest shaking with each ragged breath.
“Cryin’ for me now?” Gyuvin rasped against his ear, voice shaking from restraint he was losing by the second. “God, you sound–so fucking good like this. Keep sobbing–don’t stop.”
Taerae shook his head wildly, muffled cries spilling from his throat, hot tears wetting Gyuvin’s hand. His body arched involuntarily, meeting every brutal thrust even as his sobs grew louder, messier.
He thought he would break. Tear apart under Gyuvin. His breath grew uneven and his drool collecting at the corner of his lips, getting fucked relentlessly.
He choked on air, muffling yells by biting harder and tasting just a tinge of metal along with the salt of his tears, gasping and eyes widening when he felt Gyuvin spreading his legs apart and lifting one just slightly up against the mirror to slam harder into him.
Taerae sobbed, wailed and quaked, hearing Gyuvin groan behind him, his mouth on Taerae's nape, leaving small licks and groans vibrating against his skin.
Then he saw it.
His and Gyuvin’s reflection right in his line of sight. Tears rolling down his flushed cheeks and his saliva on Gyuvin's hand he was biting like a dog. Body pressed hard against the mirror and trembling with his slick already rolling down his thigh.
God. I look like a mess.
He leaked. Dick oozing out precum, smearing it on the mirror and his stomach, the mirror's slight rattle providing him just enough stimulation to release. He was close, so close and fucked out that words betrayed him.
Gyuvin felt Taerae tighten and quiver around him, the sudden flood of slick making him hiss and rut harder. He bit down on Taerae’s shoulder, muffling a groan that vibrated against his skin.
“F-fuck–Taerae, you–” his voice broke into a growl, the pace turning frantic, every thrust harsher, deeper, as if he couldn’t stop even if he tried. His hand slipped from Taerae’s mouth for a second just to grab his hip harder, pulling him back into each brutal thrust.
Taerae gasped the moment his mouth was freed, wailing out loud now; high, broken sounds that echoed in the room. His legs trembled violently, and he felt his stomach coil before suddenly, his body giving out, a gush of liquid spraying against the mirror with his thighs quivering uncontrollably.
“G-Gyuvin!–I…ahhh–” Taerae’s cry broke off into sobs.
Gyuvin’s eyes rolled back at the sight of Taerae cumming through his ass under him, messy and desperate, his body shuddering in overstimulation yet still squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. He cursed low, pounding into him erratically, chasing that high.
“Shit, shit, shit–Taerae–puppy–” His voice was ragged, strained, as his hips stuttered, the control slipping entirely. He slammed one last time, deep, and his whole body trembled as he spilled inside, hot and heavy, grinding into Taerae to ride it out.
Their ragged breaths filled the silence, broken only by Taerae’s soft sniffle and Gyuvin pressed his forehead against the back of Taerae’s head. His arms snaked around Taerae’s trembling waist, pulling him back flush against his chest, both of them slick, trembling, and dripping with sweat.
The mirror was smeared with handprints, spit, tears, and streaks of precum. Taerae’s reflection stared back at him–lips swollen and parted, cheeks wet, hair sticking to his forehead, thighs shaking uncontrollably as his legs threatened to give out.
Gyuvin pulled him closer, letting Taerae’s body lay on him, slumping with fatigue as he breathed heavily against the back of his head, sliding down slowly against the wall.
“You okay?” Gyuvin finally asked after catching his breath.
Taerae nodded slowly, eyes shut. “We need to…clean this,” he mumbled, referring to the cum stains everywhere.
“I…I'll clean it up, you don't have to,” Gyuvin’s voice shook as he replied, ears red as he looked at the mess.
God. He was like an animal.
“Of course, you will,” Taerae mumbled sleepily with a slight furrow of his brow, “Alone. I'm too tired to move.”
“I'm so–”
“And buy me anti-inflammatory medicine. I'm too sore–” he continued, “–and tired. And…I'm going to sleep like a log for twelve hours, I swear…"
And he did sleep–like a log.
For eleven hours.
His twelfth hour interrupted by Gunwook. Hand around Taerae's waist and placing small kisses on his neck and collar, a leg propped between Taerae's thighs.
“Hyung, you awake?” he whispered, his hand sliding inside Taerae's shirt.
He didn't respond, hoping that if he didn't, Gunwook would just give up and leave him alone.
“Wake up, hyung,” he licked a clean stripe up to his neck, stopping right under his ear to suck at the spot. Taerae squirmed despite himself.
“You are awake, aren't you?” he mumbled against his skin, wriggling closer, koala hugging Taerae. His crotch grazed Taerae's ass, making the other jolt.
He snapped his eyes open, surprised at Gunwook’s undeniable boner.
“What? What time is it?” he grumbled, voice coming out hoarse as he squinted his eyes at Gunwook, latched to his waist.
“Four. Too late for you to be still sleeping,” he wriggled closer again, brushing his boner against his back intently, “I have been waiting since hours now.”
He gasped, back arching away from Taerae with a small whine of protest. But there's no way he could free himself from his grasp. So he shifted his body, kicking his leg from between his first as he faced him.
Wrong move.
Gunwook slammed his lips onto Taerae's, clumsy and hurried, lips clashing against each other. His leg locked onto Taerae's as he pulled closer, grinding on Taerae slowly.
His back arched instinctively as Gunwook rolled his hips against him, hard and insistent. Every slow, deliberate grind pressed the tip of his cock against Taerae’s through thin fabric, teasing, dragging, making him shiver despite the lingering soreness from before.
“W-wait…” Taerae gasped, voice trembling, hips jerking back instinctively, but Gunwook’s hands were already firm on his waist. “I–ah–”
Before he could push away, Gunwook shifted, sliding a hand under Taerae’s thighs and flipping him over onto the bed. A sharp, burning pain shot up his spine, and he yelped, arching hard against the sudden pressure.
“Fuck!”
Gunwook’s lips were already on his mouth, hot and muffling the yell. He pressed his body against Taerae’s, tilting his head as if to swallow the sound. His hands gripped Taerae’s hips, keeping him pinned, grinding down instinctively as he nipped and kissed along the jawline.
Taerae’s fingers clawed at the sheets, his body shaking from the ache in his back as well as the relentless friction pressed into him. “Gunwook…oh my god–”
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said between kisses, mumbled against Taerae's skin, his hand slipping past his waistband already, “please…hyung, let me fuck you.”
“We can't–” Taerae groaned, already feeling his dick going erect with the constant grinding, lifting his hips off just slightly for the ache to fade away but Gunwook that as a sign. Pulling their shorts down, jerking Taerae towards himself and settling between his legs.
“I will be quick, just a–”
“I seriously cannot–” He cut himself off by a shaky gasp, a shiver running down his spine and trembling as Gunwook raised them, setting them on his shoulder and kissing his ankle.
“Why are you already trembling?” Gunwook smiled against his skin, hand already sliding up his thigh to his—
Taerae yelled, pushing Gunwook’s hand away. He paused to stare at his hole. Taken aback because of the slight red swelling.
“Why is your…” he trailed off, glancing up to find Taerae's flushed face.
“I told you we can't!” He choked out, pressing a hand to his back, his legs closing shut, burning hot.
Gunwook’s eyes widened when things processed in his mind. He pulled his legs apart again, “What happened to you?! Is that bleeding? Are you in pain–of course you are! Is that an STD? Should we–”
“It's not an STD! It's fine, it's just…” he struggled to find the words, closing his thighs again, this time with Gunwook’s hand still remaining there. His hand barely grazed Taerae's erection and the embarrassment ate him up from the inside.
He couldn’t believe he was hard. Even in this state.
“I'm just sore,” he finally said with a sigh.
“You never once got this sore with me before,” Gunwook pointed out.
“Yeah, because it wasn't you, smart-ass,” he rolled his eyes as he shot back, crossing his arms.
He squeezed his thighs together tighter, looking away. Gunwook looked down at his hands for a beat before turning back to Taerae.
“Then? Who was it? You haven't gone out in a whole week.”
Taerae didn't answer for a moment. Glanced in Gunwook’s direction and sighed heavily. “Gyuvin.”
“Gyuvin?!”
“It just happened, okay?! He was helping me with the choreo and…it went out of control…”
“Still! Did you guys not prep before?” He bent slightly to look at it again, “it will take days to be alright.”
“It…we didn't, I guess. But–stop looking at it Go away!”
“Go away?” Gunwook’s bottom lip jutted out, looking down. At his own dick. Too excited for him to just ‘go away’.
Taerae shifted his eyes down, following Gunwook’s. And slapped his forehead.
“Hyung…” Gunwook leaned forward, his dick pressing lightly on Taerae’s thigh, pitiful eyes on Taerae.
“No! Don't even–I'm in no condition!” His eyes widened, pushing Gunwook away with his palm on Gunwook’s forehead. But that was completely useless.
“But you are hard, too.”
“I'll take care of it myself.”
“But I can do it for you–”
“No, you cannot–”
“I won't even touch you there–” Gunwook cut himself off, opening Taerae’s thighs apart and letting his cock easily slide between his thighs, then raised his legs, resting both of them on one shoulder.
Taerae's eyes widened. Threatened to pop out of his sockets. Gunwook’s dick gliding easily on the underside of his own cock.
He held Taerae's ankles tightly, other hand on the wall, trapping him. “Hyung, is this alright–”
“Where did you learn this from?!”
“You know where.”
“I'm taking away your phone. And laptop. I'm actually installing parental control–”
He gasped as Gunwook shifted. Rocking slowly at first, testing it, savouring it. Watching his cock slide between his thighs.
Taerae’s fingers curled into the sheets, his chest rising and falling quickly. He wasn’t being touched directly, but the drag of Gunwook’s cock against the underside of his own had him twitching, a needy ache building low in his stomach. His thighs flexed, involuntarily clenching tighter around Gunwook, and the younger nearly sobbed from how good it felt.
“Hyung…” Gunwook groaned low, hips snapping a little harder now, urgency overtaking restraint. The angle pressed him deeper into that snug makeshift hole of Taerae’s thighs, every thrust smearing pre-cum hot and wet against Taerae’s stomach.
“Fuck, Wook,” Taerae arched his back into the touch, head thrown back with pleasure.
“You feel so good, so good, hyung. I can't stop.” His pace grew rougher, thighs slapping against Taerae’s as he lost rhythm to need, rutting shamelessly into that makeshift heat. His hand slid down to grip Taerae’s hip, holding him still while he used him, forehead now pressed onto the wall, towering over Taerae and curling his body even further.
Taerae wrapped a hand around his dick, thumb pressed gently on Gunwook’s tip, stroking them and moaning, clutching Gunwook’s shoulder with his free arm.
Gunwook’s hips stuttered as the new touch shot lightning up his spine. The squeeze of Taerae’s thighs was already too much, but now–now Taerae’s hand was on him, slicking their cocks together, stroking where they pressed and dragging with every rut of Gunwook’s body.
“Hyung, oh my god, don't–I'm gonna–” He went dizzy with desire, jerking his body forward with powerful thrusts. “It feels like…exactly like I'm fucking you.”
Taerae’s hand moved with frantic precision, stroking them both together so tightly the friction was unbearable. His head tipped back into the pillows, mouth parted and glossy with spit, letting out shaky groans that only spurred Gunwook harder.
“Don’t stop–don’t even think about stopping–” he panted, hips pushing back against Gunwook’s frantic rutting. His thighs trembled too, barely keeping their strength as they squeezed around him, but the heat of it was intoxicating.
Gunwook let out a broken whimper, his forehead slick with sweat, creating a damp spot on the wall. His thrusts grew erratic, slamming against Taerae’s thighs in uneven bursts, each one more desperate than the last. He let out low ragged moans, words failing him as his whole body trembled with the force of it.
“Hyung…I'm close–”
Taerae’s hand was relentless, fisting them both together, squeezing just tight enough to make Gunwook’s thighs quake.
His thumb swiped over Gunwook’s leaking tip again and again, spreading the slick, and he smirked when he felt the younger’s entire body jolt.
“Sensitive?” he teased, though his own voice was ragged, cracking on the word.
Gunwook’s reply was a desperate noise, half whine, half sob as his nails dug crescents into Taerae’s calves. His hips stuttered, pulling back only to slam forward again, the head of his cock slipping over Taerae’s shaft with obscene, wet sounds.
“Fuck–” Taerae gasped, head tipping back against the wall. His pace on their cocks grew rougher, the slide of his hand slippery with sweat and pre-cum. Each stroke pulled a louder noise out of Gunwook, until the boy was whining in broken syllables of Taerae’s name.
Gunwook’s whole body shook, thighs flexing, his stomach tightening with every jerk of Taerae’s fist. He tried to slow down, to breathe, but the rhythm was merciless–Taerae squeezing, his thighs clenching, their cocks grinding together so hot and wet that it bordered on unbearable.
“I–can’t,” Gunwook whimpered, voice high and thin, his body straining like a bow pulled too tight. “I’m gonna–hyung–”
“Shh, don’t hold it,” Taerae rasped, his own hips jerking, chasing the friction. “Cum with me.”
Gunwook keened at that, the sound raw, his nails scraping along Taerae’s calves as if grounding himself. His body wouldn’t stop moving, desperate, frantic, hips snapping, thighs tightening, chasing the unbearable heat pooling low in his belly.
Every stroke of Taerae’s fist made his vision blur, every slip of their cocks against each other pushed him closer to the edge he was already dangling over.
And then, with Taerae’s thumb pressing hard and sudden over his slit, Gunwook shattered–his whole body jerking, a sob tearing out of him as cum spilled messily over Taerae’s fist, over their stomachs, shooting upto his jaw. His thighs clenched tight around Taerae, holding on as if he’d fall apart otherwise.
The sight and feel of it dragged Taerae right after. He groaned, long and guttural, grinding forward as his own orgasm ripped through him, spilling hot white strings on their bodies.
Gunwook fell beside Taerae, sinking into the mattress, letting the soft rays fall onto his face, shining with the sweat.
“So…” he started after they had fallen into a comfortable silence, “Gyuvin-hyung.”
Taerae didn't reply for a moment. Just groaning as he shifted. “What about him?”
“Give me the details.”
“Det–no!” She shook his head and sat up. “There's no details to give, it was a one-time thing, just–” he yelped mid-sentence, legs giving out the moment he stood up.
“You good?” Gunwook peeked over at him, only to find him glaring back at the younger.
“I was already sore.” Taerae said through gritted teeth. “And now–because of you!–I cannot feel my thighs. Great. Just…great.”
“...Oops?” Gunwook smiler sheepishly.
It was anything but a one time thing with Gyuvin.
“Hyung…hyung, you feel so good,” Gyuvin groaned against Taerae's nape, nibbling on it.
His hips stuttered, slamming into Taerae, earning a whine from him.
He arched his back, forehead on the table with drool dripping down onto it, pressed against the table under Gyuvin's weight.
“I'm…I'm close.”
Gyuvin hummed, his hand trailing down Taerae's waist to wrap around his dick. Squeezing it gently. “Don't cum without me,” he pressed his thumb on the head of his dick as he said.
Taerae jolted.
This was, somehow, what became of their vocal lessons. With Gyuvin barely even warming up his throat before he had Taerae pressed onto some surface and dicking him down.
Not that Taerae minded. Even though some days he would fool around with Gyuvin only to go back home and find Gunwook jerking off on his bed, waiting for him.
Gyuvin pressed harder, biting his nape and stroking his throbbing dick while thrusting his hips so hard that it made the table slam against the wall and leave dents.
“Please…please, I'm so close–” his body quivered, grasping Gyuvin's hair and tugging them hard, “–fuck! Gunw—Gyuvin!”
“Gunwook?”
Taerae's body trembled, Gyuvin’s thumb harsh on his tip, squeezing and denying him of the release. “No, Gyuvin. Gyuvin, please.”
Gyuvin snapped his hips forward in a brutal thrust that made the desk scrape an inch across the floor. His chest pressed hot against Taerae’s back, teeth digging into his shoulder as his cock drove deep, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the cramped room.
“Missing him?” he murmured against the sweat-slick skin of Taerae’s neck, dragging his tongue up before biting again. “Thinking about your little puppy while I’m inside you?”
Taerae’s whole body jolted, his nails scraping across the desk until they left pale marks in the wood. “N-no–fuck, Gyuvin, it’s–” His voice cracked, trembling between denial and the raw moans spilling out no matter how hard he tried to choke them back.
Gyuvin chuckled, snapping his hips again, harder, each thrust shoving Taerae forward against the desk. “Liar. I can feel it in the way you’re clenching down on me, hyung. Bet you’re picturing his wide eyes, the way he’d stare watching you get ruined like this.”
Taerae’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, biting his lip to keep the lewd sounds inside.
He pictured it. Gunwook staring up at him and begging Taerae to let him fuck him too. Licking his tears and aligning his dick to his hole, following Gyuvin's rhythm. Stretching him out more—
Gyuvin bit the shell of Taerae's ear, muffling a moan just as his dick twitched uncontrollably because of his clenching hole, shooting his load inside him.
Taerae realised he had already cummed, body trembling with the aftershock of it.
And his mind kept going back to the threesome. The seed already taken root in his mind.
Taerae groaned. Clicking the mouse furiously moments before the GAME OVER displayed over his screen.
“Hyung…”
Gunwook stopped Taerae's hand before he could click on the ‘play again’ button. For the 6th time that night.
His forehead was on Taerae's shoulder, breathing heavily.
“What?” Taerae mumbled, slapping Gunwook’s hand off his. Only for it to wrap around Taerae's bare waist again.
“Can’t you stop now?”
He raised an eyebrow, tilting just slightly to see his huge begging eyes on Taerae. “For what? You wanted to cockwarm, we are doing that.”
He pointed to their lap. Gunwook whined.
“You know I didn't want that.”
“Well, I don't wanna fuck. Be grateful with what you have.” He turned around again, shifting just enough to make himself comfortable and in turn making Gunwook groan, his grip tightening.
He clicked the play button again.
He had barely gotten any time to play video games anymore, because of the dance lessons and vocal lessons (read: getting fucked by Gyuvin), recordings and, of course, Gunwook.
So when today, he finally got the night free, he wanted to spend it with himself. Alone.
But Gunwook was already at his door. Grinning from ear to ear, excited because they both had a free schedule together to relax.
By relax he meant sex.
Taerae had shot him down immediately.
“This is not fair,” Gunwook mumbled, nuzzling his cheek against Taerae's collarbone, “we barely get a free schedule and you spend it playing games.”
“I haven't played anything in a whole week.”
“You haven't played with your puppy in a whole week, too.”
Taerae rolled his eyes. Gunwook was starting to sneakily place light kisses on his skin. “We fucked twice just three days ago.”
“Three days too long.”
Taerae sighed. Paused his game. Tugged Gunwook's hair up for his lips to detach from his skin. He rested his head on Gunwook’s shoulder, looking up at him.
“Hey, you wanna have a threesome?”
Gunwook blinked. Twice.
“What?”
“Do you want to have a threesome?”
Gunwook didn't say anything. Too taken aback by the suddenness of it.
Taerae continued, his fingers fiddling together. “I mean…I have kinda been fooling around with Gyuvin. And last time I just randomly thought about it. Like–”
“Wait. You and Gyuvin-hyung are fucking? When?”
“...during the vocal lessons?”
A beat.
Then he gasped dramatically. “You guys fucked today too?! And you won't let me fuck you?!”
Taerae lightly hit his hand. “Not the point.”
Gunwook squinted his eyes at him. Then let it go. “I don't know.”
“Hm?”
“I mean…I have never really…you know, been intimate with someone else. And it's Gyuvin we are talking about. I mean–we don't even know his preferences.”
“He likes puppy play.” A small smirk crept up on his lips. “A handler, too.”
“Oh.” was the only reply he could mumble out.
“Don’t you want to see me as a puppy?”
“H‐huh?”
Taerae as puppy? His dick twitched inside Taerae at the thought.
He fluttered his eyelashes at Gunwook. “I have been meaning to wear those for a while. The ears and tail even match my hair now, you know?” He circles a finger on Gunwook’s flexed thigh. “Wouldn't you like to see me in those?”
His mouth went dry. Eyes wide as he looked at him–with sharp sultry eyes, like a siren pulling him in through his sweet words. How could he ever say no to him?
“Your body seems to be saying yes,” he continued, not waiting longer for Gunwook to reply. His cock already throbbing inside Taerae at the idea.
“Yes. I want to, hyung…” His eyes were already half lidded with desire, flickering down to his lips, hand trailing up to his chest.
He grinned. Shifting his body weight and turning to Gunwook, rolling his hips. “So the threesome?”
“Anything for you.” He gripped his hips, lips clashing onto his in a frenzy.
“How did you know Gunwook is the puppy and I'm the handler?”
Gyuvin froze. Lips disconnecting from Taerae's neck instantly.
“I…I assumed?” His uncertain voice wavered, hoping Taerae didn't catch on.
He did. And raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. “Assumed?”
“Yeah…”
Taerae crossed his arms, leaning against the wall he was pinned to before the vocal room dim to blend in with the night outside. Not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
Gyuvin didn't say anything for a beat. As if the silence would help him avoid the confrontation.
But it didn't. So he sighed. “I–I might have…overheard you guys.”
“Wha–”
“I didn't mean to!” He quickly added. “I was just visiting Yujin but he was asleep so I was leaving and I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time and I heard it and I couldn't move and I know I should have left but I was frozen! And I heard just a little more, just you calling him a puppy, that's it, I didn't hear after–”
He choked. Taerae’s knee pressed between his thighs, rubbing against his clothed dick.
“Someone's been naughty,” he remarked in a sing-song, smirking.
Gyuvin felt weak on his knees. “H–hyung, I didn't–”
“Did you imagine us fucking?” Taerae continued.
Gyuvin gulped, fingers curling and nails digging into his palm. And nodded.
Taerae pressed harder onto his throbbing dick. Leaning closer to him to whisper, “wanna do it, then?”
“Huh?”
“You, me, Gunwook. I can handle two, you know?”
“You can handle…” two puppies? At a time?
“Yeah.”
He sighed shakily. Aroused. Intrigued.
The image of Taerae over him, stepping on his tail and shoving his cock down Gyuvin’s throat; hands tied back, restrained–it made him weak on his knees.
Taerae was staring at him, right into his mind.
“You really are easy to read,” Taerae mused, voice velvet and sharp all at once. His fingers skimmed along Gyuvin’s jaw, almost tender, before tugging his chin. “A single suggestion and you’re already trembling.”
“Hyung, I–” Gyuvin tried, but his voice betrayed him, quivering, too thin, too wet with need.
He rolled his hips, grinding against his knee, a moan slipping through his lips.
Taerae tsked. “Already leaking? Do you need my help…” he trailed his hand down Gyuvin's chest, slipping under his half buttoned shirt to flick at his nipple, “or would you rather have Gunwook suck you off?”
He whined, grinding harder, biting his lower lip. Grabbing Taerae's wrist and bringing it down to his aching cock instead, palming himself. “Don't tease me. Please…”
“I'm not teasing. Just asking; you still didn't give me an answer,” he shrugged, unbuttoning Gyuvin’s denims with a hand already.
“Yes–I want to.” The words trembled out almost too quick. Desperate. “I want to have the threesome. Now please.”
Taerae smirked, sliding his hand inside to Gyuvin’s dick, earning a low whine from him. “I'll make sure you don't regret it later.”