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The next few seconds felt more and more like a blur. Confessions finally over, hidden feelings at long last revealed and reciprocated, the two boys were just hungry for each other’s love — and bodies — now.
Jongseong couldn’t stop the moans that leaked out of his lips when he felt Heeseung’s fingers pry him open once again, but he also couldn’t stop a frown from making its way to his face.
When Heeseung was about to thrust his finger back in, Jongseong reached down to grab his wrist, pulling the finger out completely. Jongseong felt his hole twitch, wanting something to fill it up. And he knew just what he wanted there.
“What’s wrong, Jay-ah?” Heeseung asked, a hint of nervousness heard in his voice. Jongseong only gripped Heeseung’s wrist tighter, and also went to get his hyung’s other hand. Then, quietly, he placed them on his naked chest. On his nipples, to be exact.
“Your hands—” Jongseong started softly, smirking when he saw Heeseung’s doe eyes widen at his actions. “—can play with my chest.”
He lifted his face and captured Heeseung’s lips in his, their tongues fighting for dominance until he finally took reign. Jongseong smiled when he stopped, allowing the older to regain his breath. “Your lips can play with mine,” Jongseong said, giving Heeseung a peck on the cheek.
He laid back down, his head resting on the pillow. He moved his hand down to his asshole, circling the rim just like how Heeseung had done before. With his other hand, he boldly held the tent in the front of Heeseung’s pants. “And what I want playing with my hole is… Your d*ck, hyung. I don’t want your fingers anymore. I want you, I need you to fill me up,” Jongseong begged, knowing full well how desperate he sounded. But who could blame him? He’d been yearning for this for years . “Please, hyung.”
Jongseong had thought that his hyung would listen to him. He had seen the way Heeseung’s eyes had glazed over with lust, darkening more and more with his words. He thought he had succeeded. Yet, Heeseung had only shaken his head, much to Jongseong’s surprise and disappointment.
“You don’t want to do it with me?” Jongseong questioned, dismayed, his hand falling back to his side.
Heeseung frantically shook his head, unable to stand the look of despondence on Jongseong’s face. “No,” he told Jongseong, placing a kiss at the corner of the other’s lips. “I just don’t want to hurt you, Jay-ah,” he whispered. “It’s your first time, isn’t it?”
Jongseong grimaced, thinking back to his lack of experience. He sighed inwardly, pouting as he nodded. Heeseung wanted to kiss that pout away, but he moved that thought to the back of his mind.
Jongseong was enticing, Heeseung knew it, and he knew as well how badly he wanted to wreck the boy. However, he wanted to do his best to stay sane, human, and gentle. He had already scared the boy enough, hadn’t he?
“I want to treat you well, Jay-ah. It’ll be painful and I don’t want to hurt you,” Heeseung repeated to Jongseong, fondly caressing the younger’s cheeks.
Jongseong stared at him for a while, before saying, “I don’t mind being hurt, if it’s by you, hyung.”
“What?”
Jongseong only stayed silent, but then, he locked lips with Heeseung yet again. Heeseung wondered how many times they have kissed now. He had wanted to keep count, but Jongseong was making it hard for him to do that.
Heeseung felt more desire well up in him — and in his d*ck — as Jongseong took dominance of him. Soon, he found their positions changing, with him on his back, the top of his head barely grazing the headboard and Jongseong… Heeseung gulped. Jongseong was on top of him, rubbing his ass on his hard-on.
“I’m saying,” Jongseong repeated, licking his lower lip in what he most likely did not mean in a seductive way but was seductive nonetheless, to Heeseung’s eyes at least. “I want you to f*ck me, hyung. You said you would.” Jongseong lowered his head, nuzzling their noses together.
Heeseung felt his d*ck turn harder at the way he felt Jongseong’s heated body against his, and the way Jongseong was straddling him was not helping. It was even getting painful now. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on to the string of his sanity.
Jongseong looked deeply into Heeseung’s eyes.
“And because it’s you, I don’t mind if you break me.”
Heeseung felt the taut string keeping his rationale intact snap.
Jongseong had said he wanted more, and he did. That was why he had done his best to make Heeseung go back to the person he had been moments ago, when he had done all those things to Jongseong without a care in the world about how Jongseong had felt at that time. Some might say it was stupid of him to have liked that, but a dominant Heeseung was a Heeseung Jongseong absolutely loved.
Plus, Heeseung had said that he would f*ck him, hadn’t he? Jongseong wanted the older boy to keep his word.
He just really hadn’t expected that Heeseung would change this much. He was starting to see why his hyung wanted to be gentle with him and do all that foreplay first. While the foreplay he had deemed as enough was indeed quite sufficient for what had entered him next, he had not been ready for Heeseung’s endless sex drive.
Still, he supposed it was his own fault for having provoked Heeseung.
As soon as Jongseong had finished speaking, Heeseung had carried the younger boy off of him, before standing up from the bed, his back facing the other.
Jongseong had been worried, anxious that somehow, for some reason, Heeseung had decided that the feelings he had for Jongseong were nothing but a passing illusion of some kind.
But oh boy was he terribly wrong.
Heeseung had quickly taken off his pants, his boxers coming down with it, before facing Jongseong once more, a darkened look filled with passionate desire in his eyes. Then, he had pounced on Jongseong, who had fallen back down onto the bed with a yelp, kissing his lips hungrily in the process.
Then, the intrusion was sudden, so very sudden. Jongseong’s hole burned as Heeseung’s d*ck entered him, hitting his sweet spot immediately. He didn’t even have time to process the pain, the pleasure overtaking him at once. “Ngh, hyung!”
Jongseong couldn’t stop the moans and the screams of pleasure. His hyung was huge , much more than he had thought it was. Every single time Heeseung thrusted into him, he felt his insides tingle with extreme pleasure. He was reaching the highest level of ecstasy so easily.
The same went for Heeseung. He relished the way Jongseong’s tight hole was clenching around him. Every time he pulled out, Jongseong’s hole would follow his d*ck, trying to keep it in. He’d always thrust back in completely, enjoying the beautiful sounds Jongseong made as he hit all the spots Jongseong loved.
For a moment, all that could be heard were their moans and groans, full of pleasure, along with the sound of skin slapping skin.
It didn’t take long till Jongseong exclaimed, “Hyu— Coming!” Sticky white fluid was ejected from Jongseong’s swollen c*ck, finally relieving the boy of the pain. Heeseung came no second later. The tightening of Jongseong’s hole as he came had been too much stimulation for the older, and soon, he had planted his seed into Jongseong.
Heeseung took in a deep breath as he slowly pulled out, watching the semen, his semen, spill out of Jongseong’s pretty pink hole. His hole was twitching, Heeseung observed, a twinge of possessiveness surfacing in his heart. That tight hole was purely his to use, and it was twitching, wanting him.
Although he felt slightly sorry for Jongseong, who was breathing heavily as he laid on the bed, completely spent, Heeseung couldn’t help himself. He gently grabbed Jongseong’s waist, pulling the other boy up and placing him on his lap.
Jongseong leaned on Heeseung, chest against chest, his chin placed on Heeseung’s shoulder. He was confused. What did his hyung want now?
His inner thoughts were answered by the feeling of Heeseung’s hard d*ck lined against his entrance.
“Wait, hyu— Ah!”
Jongseong hadn’t been able to stop Heeseung. Nothing would have been able to stop him at that time, not even an earthquake or a fire, because Heeseung’s thoughts were just full of him and Jongseong.
“Sorry,” Heeseung panted out, still moving. “I forgot to use a condom, Jongseong-ah.”
Tears were forming in Jongseong’s eyes. In his dazed state, he didn’t think that was what mattered now. What mattered more was the fact that his hyung was thrusting into him so deeply and so quickly. Too deeply and too quickly.
His hyung managed to find all the spots that he was weak to, stimulating them till Jongseong knew that he had reached climax once again. “I’m coming, hyung!”
But even then, even when his white liquid (though more translucent now) spilled out, Heeseung didn’t stop moving.
In fact, his hands pried open Jongseong’s hole even more as he quickened his pace even further. Jongseong sensed a doomed feeling in his gut when he felt something new enter his hole. He gasped due to the initial burn of his hole as Heeseung's finger entered his hole, moving in a similar pattern with the d*ck inside him.
“Hyung— This—” This was too much, Jongseong wanted to say. Yet, all he could do was moan and moan and moan.
“Too much?” Heeseung grunted out, biting Jongseong’s shoulder as he came again inside his boyfriend. His boyfriend . God, he was so glad he could claim Jongseong as his now.
He chuckled when he noticed Jongseong’s actions, actions that the Korean-American hadn’t realised himself. “You’re the one who’s moving your waist up and down,” he whispered, fondling Jongseong’s ass. Then, he thrusted back into Jongseong again.
Jongseong, though weak, tried to get out of his hold, but with his legs trembling, he only slipped, falling back down into his hyung’s d*ck, Heeseung’s c*ck penetrating him even deeper than before. “Ngh!”
Tears were now streaming down his face, Jongseong just knew it. And he was right, he thought, when Heeseung leaned in and licked his tears away.
“Too deep,” he cried out. Yet, Heeseung only hummed, kissing him on his lips. “Bear with it, Seong.” He gently pushed Jongseong back down onto the bed. He grinned, seeing Jongseong in all his glory — cum on his torso, cum on his face, even on his hair, and that look of his, drunken in pleasure. Heeseung could only smile.
“Your wish is my command. You told me what you wanted just now,” he breathed out, nipping on Jongseong’s ear, causing Jongseong to tighten even more. Heeseung suppressed his moan, continuing to speak. “I’m going to break you, Jay-ah.”
In all honesty, Jongseong thought he’d already been broken enough. Nevertheless, as he felt Heeseung’s d*ck pierce into him again, his broken mind was filled with pleasure another time.
And so, he thought to himself, he’d let Heeseung break him even more. After all, just as he had said, he didn’t mind it since it was Heeseung. Only Heeseung could ever do this to him.
Jongseong awoke with an anxious feeling in his heart.
Had it all been a dream?
However, just as he looked at his side, at his hyung who was sleeping soundly, his worry turned into serenity. It wasn’t a dream. If more proof was needed, he could tell it most definitely wasn’t a dream from the way his waist was aching, along with the constant twitching of his hole.
His hyung had cleaned him up. The thought made Jongseong flush, as he fingered himself, not feeling the sticky consistency of semen inside him.
“You know, if you’re going to be so sexy in the morning, I won’t be able to control myself again,” a groggy voice said.
Jongseong mewled as he felt another finger make its way into his hole. He turned to face Heeseung, kissing the older boy’s chin. “I…” He gulped. He’d probably regret saying this. “I don’t mind.”
Heeseung was awake immediately after that. He laughed gleefully, kissing Jongseong on his lips for the first time that day. “I love you, Jongseong-ah.”
Jongseong smiled, raising his hand to run his fingers in Heeseung’s hair, pulling him into another kiss. “Love you too, Heeseungie-hyung.”
Though his body was sore, Jongseong knew that both their hearts were full and content, and that was all that mattered now.
Meanwhile, Jungwon and Sunghoon were asleep on the couch in the living room, the sound of the eldest two dorm members’ moans haunting them in their dreams.