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The silence of the dorms was unusual, but not unwelcome. As the only one inside, Wooyoung lay in bed, bored and feeling the brink of a migraine about to take over. He had already gotten up, did a lap of the empty dorms, brushed his teeth, changed into a lazy outfit that was one step more daytime appropriate than pyjamas, even made his bed, but nothing was helping snuff his laziness.
He simply didn’t want to get up, something he made very well known to his other member’s over the previous few hours when they tried to wake him up to go for lunch or work out or go shopping. None of their offers seemed more enticing than sleeping in.
Eventually, everyone had trickled out of the dorms leaving Wooyoung in peace to do what he wanted which, at the moment, was absolutely nothing. Hongjoong yelled something about vacuuming before he shut the front door on him but he paid the instruction little mind. He was far too occupied with other ideas.
Though it wasn’t his intention to dupe everyone into leaving so he could jerk off, it was admittedly the direction his mind was heading in. Something about the door to his room wide open, the comfort of his mattress instead of the cold tile floors of the bathroom, the way he wouldn’t need to be quick.
Wooyoung pulled up his t-shirt just in the slightest, creating an easy-to-clean landing pad for his load on his now exposed abs, muscles contoured by a light trail of short hairs. I guess I haven’t shaved in a while… He made a mental reminder to get rid of the stubble before their next stage, playfully running his fingers along the soft patches of short hair and down to his waistband.
He wasted no time reaching under the fabric, not even giving the elastic time to snap back roughly against his wrist before he carefully caressed the familiar weight of his cock. He wiggled his fingers individually, giving each of the digits the chance to take on it’s whole weight, playing with what little flaccidity remained. He was still growing hard, and it was happening quickly.
He gripped his cock at the base, rolling as many fingers as he could fit up his shaft repeatedly, guiding himself to a fast erection. His boxers didn’t allow for that much room for his hand to wrap around himself but he was comfortable, not caring enough to move. This position would do just fine.
A whiny moan escaped Wooyoung’s body. He bit the inside of his cheek to try to swallow the sounds, coaxing a series of throaty moans down into the quieter alternative of heavy breathing instead. He didn’t expect anyone to come home while he was taking care of his problem but, just in case, the soft panting was a safer option, to buy himself some time. Peering down, his stomach rhythmically inflated each time his diaphragm filled with air, partially blocking the view of erratic movements under the crotch of his pants.
Eyes squeezed shut, he visualized anything that would help urge him towards completion quicker. He imagined strong hands running over his chest and pictured muscular legs and musky cologne and soft skin and broad shoulders. With his head falling back hard onto the pillow, Wooyoung felt the room spinning around him. His mouth dried up at the visualization of a hard cock, it really could've been anyones. It was twitching with such need and dripping wastefully.
Wooyoung swallowed roughly. His throat suddenly felt very underutilized, dry, and hollow. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips soft again before they tightened back into their pursed position. His body clenched as his hand continued at its greedy pace.
Admittedly, his fellow members would sometimes make their guilty appearances in Wooyoung’s horny fantasies. All the soft groans Mingi utters when he’s woken up from a nap, the closeness of toned bodies when San would hug him tight, how Jongho’s muscles looked in the rare occurrence of him sporting workout clothes, sharing a bed with a clingy Yeosang, Yunho taking extra long in the shower doing god knows what… There was always the occasional quirk from day-to-day that would make Wooyoung’s dick twitch with shame as he thought about the rest of the group.
Besides, he would be downright foolish to not take advantage of the memories he had of the seven bodies he saw displayed to him the most often. Moments like those made Wooyoung grateful to be constantly surrounded by attractive men, his brain never needing to stick to a specific memory for too long before moving on to the next one.
Caught up with filing through fantasies, Wooyoung was deep in thought trying to remember the last time he brushed over someone’s bulge. It was Seonghwa’s, last week. Innocently enough, Wooyoung was taking a seat on the eldest member’s lap when his semi-erect cock poked against Wooyoung’s ass through tight pants. He wasn’t granted more than a mere greedy second of shifting around on the boy’s thighs, further pressing his penis against him, until an embarrassed Seonghwa pushed Wooyoung off at the realization of his state. Eyebrow raised, Wooyoung stared at Seonghwa with a knowing look that told him he’d been caught.
Meanwhile Hongjoong, safely assuming Wooyoung was the perpetrator of the scuffle, began to scold him. Wooyoung was dumbfounded, knowing there was no way to prove his innocence. It’s not like it was his fault that Seonghwa was lounging in the Music Bank dressing room with a semi.
“Jesus, Wooyoung!” Hongjoong’s raised voice echoed in his mind. “Seriously?”
Wooyoung whimpered, eyes tightly shut thinking about how pissed off he had sounded. Both his hyungs were far too easy to rile up.
“Wooyoung! Can’t you hear me?!” Hongjoong’s script diverged from Wooyoung’s indulgent memories. “Jeez, you’re not even going to stop?”
“Hm? Hyung?” Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered open to see his leader yanking an oversized pair of headphones off of his head, fluffing up his hair to a disheveled state. A song Wooyoung had never heard before spilled out of the fancy speakers, blaring loud before being aggressively snuffed by an angry Hongjoong tapping the pause button. He was a little sweaty, probably having just finished a walk in the summer heat.
He must’ve not heard me in here…
It wasn’t like Wooyoung was being quiet. His noisy whines and the rhythmic sounds of his hand smacking against his pelvis with every stroke filled the room, probably even the entirety of the dorms, with how loud he had gotten. So much for not getting caught.
Appearing horrified at the crude scene he stumbled upon, the older boy was shielding his eyes. “What is this? I told you, if you stay back then you have to start cleaning.” he rambled on. “This is how you waste your alone time?”
Wooyoung simply shrugged his shoulders high, making the hands-free gesture as noticeable as possible. Even rock hard and a little humiliated, Wooyoung still didn’t have the willpower to yank his hand out from his waistband. Sure, his movements might have stilled upon Hongjoong’s entrance, but Wooyoung couldn’t bear releasing himself from the warmth of his grasp, treating himself to the occasional squeeze of his shaft when he felt he deserved it.
He writhed around, relatively unbothered by Hongjoong’s presence. “I was going to get to it later.” He offered a smirk, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Don’t worry, I’ll wash my hands first.”
Hongjoong tsked sternly, his tolerance for humour clearly low. Someone’s in a mood. Wooyoung thought but didn’t dare test his luck by saying out loud.
The shaky hand in front of Hongjoong’s face was doing little to cover the darkness in his curious eyes, darting their gaze around from between gaps in his fingers. He tried to change the subject. “I thought you said your head hurt.”
“Yeah, and orgasms relieve pressure.” Wooyoung bullshitted. “Did you expect me to just nap it off?”
Dropping his hand, Hongjoong rolled his eyes. There was very little playfulness rooted in the gesture. He was clearly pissed off, probably more from Wooyoung’s defiance of instruction rather than the more temporary awkwardness of walking in on his fellow group member jerking off.
“Wooyoung-ah,” Hongjoong tsked, his profile sporting a frown, “how come you never listen to me?”. He spoke curtly under his breath as if Wooyoung laying ears to his frustration would be pointless to his efforts. He had already written off the younger boy’s misbehaviour as a lost cause.
Wooyoung’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head upon hearing how Hongjoong spoke about him. He was attractive when he got this frustrated, rudely posing questions as hypothetical even though Wooyoung was right there to answer them. It was as though he didn’t think highly enough of him to even try.
“That’s not true,” Wooyoung spoke calmly in comparison, his voice hoarse from the little show he was putting on for himself earlier. The greedy indulgence in his former privacy was evident.
“Yes, it is. You never do what I tell you.” Hongjoong corrected, still trying to avert his eyes from the younger boy who was making no effort to make himself more decent for his company. With an embarrassment of his own, Hongjoong was trying to prevent Wooyoung from the privilege of seeing that shameful glint of curiosity in his leader’s eyes. But Wooyoung saw it. He reveled in it.
Wooyoung groaned, applying a firm pressure to his shaft again. He had a perfect idea. “I’m willing to change that.”
“I doubt that.” Hongjoong scoffed, he wasn’t cracking, still refusing to look directly at the scene in front of him. Hongjoong was too easy to read.
“Nuh-uh. You wanna tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”
The persistence and drawled-out tone of Wooyoung’s voice helped the penny drop, Hongjoong realizing what he was implying. His first impression was to gasp, yet didn’t follow up the sound with expected words of disgust or dismissal of Wooyoung’s advances. Passing up the opportunity for a well-deserved stroke of his ego would be a missed opportunity.
“But what if someone else comes back?” Hongjoong’s brow was furrowed, clearly trying to find shallow excuses as to why this would be a bad idea. With each new idea, he kept forgetting to protest his supposed lack of interest, obviously not on his mind at all. “Besides, you already stopped touching yourself.”
“No, I didn’t.” Wooyoung gave his cock another shake, moving the outline of the bulge in his pants for Hongjoong to see.
Hongjoong’s eyes went wide. He shifted his stance, visibly warming up to the idea of his body not leaving the room and instead, taking a seat on the foot of the bed where Wooyoung had kindly moved his legs to make room for him. Yet he still couldn’t turn to face him, crudely splayed out with a hand buried in his pants, doing god knows what to his cock.
“Sure, your interruption set me back a bit but isn’t it more fun that way?” Wooyoung smirked and shifted to the side making the empty space for Hongjoong even more obvious. “You’d get to have your way with me from start to finish.”
His leader’s hands were balled into fists, thumbs falling out to grab at the excess fabric of loose-fitting jeans. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t take a seat either. Wooyoung understood his lack of protest as an invitation to keep teasing.
“C’mon, I know how much you hate when I defy you.” Wooyoung used his spare hand to shimmy his shirt off, leaving it hanging around his neck. He presented his toned body to the leader, rubbing his chest almost comically. “Wouldn’t it be nice to know what it feels like when I do exactly what you say, hyung? Don’t you wa--”
“Stop touching yourself.” Hongjoong snapped.
His words were firm. Even though his blank facial expression didn’t quite match the level of anger his words rose to. It was near impossible to interpret. Worried that he might have gone too far, Wooyoung complied.
He slowly raised both hands above his head in retreat with the care of being caught at the wrong end of a loaded gun. The heavy silence was broken only by the snap of his boxer's waistband thwacking against him with his hand’s regretful exit, leaving redness on his skin. He winced, not able to tell if it was from the stinging pain of the elastic band or the shame of his mistake.
“Hyung, I didn’t mean to t-”
“Take off your clothes.”
Wooyoung thought he misheard, his brain perhaps still caught up in the indulgence of greedy fantasies from before. He laid there, slack-jawed and stupid. Carefully and evidently trying to work past some hesitancy, Hongjoong finally sat on the edge of the bed to face Wooyoung. “Your clothes. Can you take them off?”
There was no reason to point out the growing cracks in his facade. He was unfamiliar with this. His directions weren’t as confident as when the words first spilled from his mouth in a fit of perhaps rage? Probably not. Frustration maybe? Wooyoung couldn’t quite tell, but he was done being difficult, for now.
Instead, he opted for a polite, “Yes, hyung.”
Ironically, they weren’t at the eye contact stage yet, but still, Wooyoung maintained a hooded expression as he stripped off his loose shirt, giving Hongjoong somewhere grounded to look when he was ready.
The leader’s eyes practically shook in their sockets before bashfully darting away when Wooyoung’s cock popped out from underneath the waistband of his sweats. He was hardly able to look back until his pants and boxers had been rolled off his legs entirely and kicked aside.
Hongjoong failed at concealing a gulp. He’d see his other member’s body parts individually often, sometimes by accident or as a joke, but the disjointed memories of individual limbs or lone patches of bare skin were incomparable to the complete package. Completely in the nude, Wooyoung was a lot for Hongjoong to take in.
Hands folded politely on his stomach, Wooyoung was basking in Hongjoong’s awkwardness. He thought Hongjoong was especially cute during the rare moments where his confidence faltered, not wanting the embarrassment of showing interest in his body. His eyes shyly darted between Wooyoung’s thick thighs and the blank space on the wall. His cheeks were bright and flushed.
Wooyoung provided words of encouragement. “It’s okay to look, you know?”
“Mm.” A curt affirmative sound accompanied with a nod was his response. With one task on his mind, Hongjoong’s gaze focused on traveling over all of Wooyoung’s muscles, drinking in the sight. He offered compliments in a way that felt familiar. “You look strong. Healthy.”
The approval washed over Wooyoung like a wave. He wasn’t used to being praised by his leader so directly. He echoed a high-pitched, satisfied sound at the words, only two steps shy of a moan. The sound was second nature to Wooyoung but new to Hongjoong’s ears, perking up at the new flavour to his voice.
After a prolonged moment of staring, the reality of the situation set in. Hongjoong’s gaze finally gained the courage to fall to Wooyoung’s cock, half-hard and lazily leaning to the side. It was redder than normal thanks to Wooyoung’s previous handiwork and glistening with the DIY-lube of his spit (not that Hongjoong knew any better what the liquid actually was).
Snuffing his nervousness, Hongjoong finally said what was on his mind, not wanting to ignore the topic any longer. “You’re big.”
“You should see me when I’m fully hard.” Wooyoung cockily laid back on the pillow, arms behind his head, enjoying the fresh set of eyes on his body. He put care into his physical appearance and he was proud of his size. He found no reason to be humble in the moment.
“You’re not fully hard?” Hongjoong choked on his own spit. Wooyoung really did want to say something but he wanted to be good even more, so he allowed the slip up to pass by without a rude comment.
Instead, Wooyoung smirked, “Nothing you can’t fix”.
Hongjoong laughed suspiciously brightly at that. Wooyoung’s willingness helped him fall back into character. It inspired his next direction. “You fix it.”
“Huh?” Wooyoung griped. It wasn’t exactly what he was expecting when he chose to let Hongjoong have his way with him.
“Keep going from where you left off.” Hongjoong thought carefully about his next words. “Touch yourself, but slowly.”
Wooyoung nodded hesitantly, in case of any further instructions. “That’s it?”
“For now. I want to watch.”
Wooyoung shuddered at those words. It had been a while since he got to put himself on display for someone else. He loved performing, it didn’t matter doing what, as long as he was observed.
He brought a cupped hand up to his mouth and Hongjoong cocked his head with confusion. “I just need to…” Wooyoung’s explanation trailed away into nothing as he realized there was no point explaining. Like usual, Wooyoung spat in the palm of his hand before shivering as he coated the saliva over the head of his cock.
Hongjoong watched the ritual carefully, taking mental notes of Wooyoung’s habits. The shiny spit drew his eyes towards Wooyoung’s lubed-up cock, allowing the older boy the opportunity to properly take in the visual of what was happening.
Wooyoung wrapped an upside-down fist around the shaft and used the help of gravity to roll the fluid down to the base. There was instant relief when his thumb and index finger rested against the bottom of his cock, grazing his balls, with his entire hand surrounding his length. He went to add a second hand, eager to fully entrap himself between his palms but was stopped.
“No, one hand only.” Hongjoong’s voice was laced with panic. “I can’t see you properly if you use both.”
Appreciating how fixated Hongjoong was on his actions and not wanting to block his view, Wooyoung complied, lowering his second hand back to his side. If it’s what Hongjoong requested, he was happy to give him a show.
Suddenly feeling lightheaded, Hongjoong licked his lips when Wooyoung’s hand began to move. He was slow at first, his dick still sensitive. The focus was more on coating himself with the makeshift lube as he dragged more fresh mouthfuls of spit over his cock. Dragging his tight fist downward, his sore head peaked out, revealing a single white bead of precum trickling out of his hole. Hongjoong winced as Wooyoung’s thumb swiped over the mess, ruining it’s perfect form. Wooyoung smiled at the realization just how attentive he was to all of his movements. More beads of precum followed the first, allowing Wooyoung to treat Hongjoong to a show. He tapped his thumb against the twitching hole, attaching a string of glossy white to his thumb’s pad. Moving his hand back down his shaft, the precum followed in streaks.
Hoping that Hongjoong’s painstaking attention to detail had been sated, Wooyoung returned to the familiar motion of jerking himself off. For a while, Hongjoong simply watched. The rhythmic motions were impossible to look away from. While not nearly as noisy as Wooyoung, Hongjoong’s own breathing became ragged as time passed, hot air from their bodies filling up the room.
Averting his careful attention up and over the flexing muscles on Wooyoung’s stomach, Hongjoong eventually became trapped in his gaze. The eye contact awoke something primal in Wooyoung. His pace increased rapidly. Pulling his cock away from himself, his hips chased the motion, trying to fuck upwards against slick-covered fingers, a ribbed cavern for him to rut into. But Hongjoong placed a gentle hand on Wooyoung’s hip, tickling the skin and causing him to squirm. “Down.”
Tears welled and Wooyoung whined as fingertips scratched at his hip bone, coaxing the thrusting to a frustrating standstill. “How come? It feels good.”
“You’re enjoying yourself too much.” Hongjoong chuckled, seemingly at him. “And no more questions. I thought you said you would listen to me.”
Wooyoung was frustrated. His lone hand was already slowing down due to exhaustion and now he couldn’t even thrust up to meet the difference. But Hongjoong was right, he shouldn’t be asking questions, just following instructions.
“Sorry, hyung.” he choked out, feeling tired and surprisingly grateful that he was even allowed the slow movements of his tired wrist.
“Huh,” Hongjoong realized, seeing just how far Wooyoung was willing to push his limits for him. “You’re right. I do like you when you’re good for me.”
There was that praise again. Wooyoung’s eyes lit up, noticeably enough that Hongjoong could see the shift. His cock twitched with a life of its own in his hand. Despite his exhaustion, Wooyoung couldn’t hide his excitement if he tried.
The infancy of a wicked smile plastered itself onto Hongjoong’s face, joyful at discovering the first of Wooyoung’s many weaknesses. Being dominant was becoming easier by the second for him. “You like when I call you good?” He asked with a charismatic innocence.
Wooyoung nodded, desperate to hear more about how well-behaved he was.
“Good to know.” Hongjoong brought his legs up on the bed to join the rest of him, sitting back on his haunches as he watched on the sidelines with a heated curiosity. He was thinking again. “Do you like having your balls touched, Woo?”
“Mhm.” Wooyoung groaned shamelessly at the thought of his previously ignored balls being given any kind of attention. Every time he turned to the side, they were heavy against his leg, bunching tight at the mere hypothetical of being touched. He didn’t need to use words, his reaction was answer enough.
“Touch them then.” Hongjoong motioned to Wooyoung’s dormant fist, grasping at the sheets pitifully. “You wanted to use two hands, didn’t you?”
“But-” Wooyoung pouted, frustrated that Hongjoong didn’t want to do the work himself. His wrist was already aching.
“I told you, I wanted to watch.” More skin on skin contact when Hongjoong gently moved Wooyoung’s knees, the domino effect flattening his body against the bed, spreading his legs to make room for a second hand. “There, now grab.”
Releasing from a vice grip onto messy bedsheets, Wooyoung’s white-knuckled hand snaked its way between his legs, causing him to hiss with pleasure as he cupped his own balls. Determined to put on a show for Hongjoong, he lifted them for a moment, allowing the soft flesh to overflow off the side of his hand before cupping again, properly this time, massaging them.
They were heavier than Wooyoung expected, but it made sense considering how long he had been teasing himself. Well, technically Hongjoong was the one teasing. And he was doing such a good job at it. Wooyoung hadn’t anticipated being edged but he wasn’t going to complain either, enjoying his prolonged time under Hongjoong’s control. Every time Wooyoung thought he knew what he expected, Hongjoong did something different. He wasn’t sure if it was the lack of experience or an extremely calculated plan but, either way, the sheer luck was exactly what Wooyoung needed.
Both hands working away, Wooyoung’s body jolted when he felt another spurt of warm, thick pre-cum flow over his fingers, cresting over the sore head and collecting on the surface of his cock and hand. He was getting really close to tipping over the edge.
“That’s too fast. Stop.” Hongjoong flapped his hand around erratically. He didn’t want Wooyoung to come just yet.
Wooyoung whined pitifully. He didn’t want to. There was a painful tightness in his balls and he knew even more of his load was begging to leak out if only he could coax it out the tip. His hand ran up and down the shaft with a speed that wasn’t permissed. It wouldn’t take long. “But hyung-”
“Seriously, stop moving your hand.” Hongjoong reached out, it must have been without thinking, clasping his own hand over the one on Wooyoung’s shaft. Abruptly, their hands stilled mid-way to the base but not before more pre-cum from a ruined orgasm gushed out of Wooyoung’s flushed tip. It was sticky, and warm, and intertwined into the crevices of their overlapped fingers.
Orgasms no longer at the forefront of his mind, Wooyoung’s priorities rapidly shifted to watching in awe at the look on Hongjoong’s face. It was an honour to witness the loss of just a little more of his leader’s innocence. His grip on Wooyoung’s hand tightened.
The lunging movement had caused Hongjoong to be hovering on top of him, their faces close and reactions even harder to hide. It was a risky position for more reasons than one. It was obviously an accident but Hongjoong, feeling brave, seemed willing to make the most of the new contact. With hardly any barriers left between them, he had nothing to lose. Wooyoung panted loudly, waiting for anything to happen. Instructions, movement, praise: he wasn’t picky.
Needing something, anything, to keep him stimulated, Wooyoung pulled his own hand away in desperation, sliding the cum-coated fingers into his own mouth and taking his time sucking them clean. The salty taste on his tongue was comforting, as he had tasted himself so many times before. It grounded him, otherwise seemingly frozen in the intense moment.
The pause only lasted only until Hongjoong sat back, his hand never leaving Wooyoung’s shaft. Moving on auto-pilot, he didn’t stop to think before collecting a mouthful of spit and releasing it with near-perfect aim onto Wooyoung’s sore cock. Wooyoung’s back arched embarrassingly at the sudden sensation of Hongjoong’s warm spit dripping all over him.
“So responsive…” Hongjoong trailed off as he tested the waters, squeezing and releasing his grip on the hard cock, allowing the fluids to cover as much surface area as possible. “You’ve been good, haven’t you?”
Wooyoung nodded feverishly, suckling on the fingers in his mouth. They were the only thing that prevented a far more embarrassing sound from escaping him.
“Hm,” Hongjoong thought hard, shifting his position to hover over Wooyoung with intent. “Good boys do get rewarded, I suppose.”
“Please…” the needy boy begged. He winced with pleasure when Hongjoong’s hand began to adjust itself.
Hongjoong’s first movements were messy, unfamiliar with the feeling of a cock in his hand that wasn’t his own. However, inexperience was made up for with intensity. He twisted his hand over the length of the shaft fast rubbing down, up, then over the head of the cock, allowing the creamy texture to guide his fingers over all of Wooyoung’s ridges.
Wooyoung glanced down to take a mental image of the sight he was presented with. Hongjoong’s hand wrapped around him. Greedy fingers with brightly colored nails trailing over pulsing veins and pleasuring him from angles he didn’t know were possible. The visual was intoxicating to watch play out. The distinction of the leader’s hand pleasuring him just looked so right.
Despite previous instructions, Wooyoung couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips into Hongjoong’s hand, sometimes angling to purposely crest his head between slippery fingers. He was grateful that Hongjoong didn’t seem to remember his "no thrusting" rule from earlier.
If he timed it right, the popping of his hips even created enough momentum to clap his balls against Hongjoong’s wrist. Every time Hongjoong moved, Wooyoung was surprised with a different kind of stimulation than what he was used to doing to himself. It felt so good that it was almost painful to his overworked body.
Hongjoong rested his forehead against Wooyoung’s as he jerked off his fellow member’s cock, the slick sounds of pre-cum and spit between his legs conducting the frantic movements.
There was a wild look in Wooyoung’s eyes as he bucked up into Hongjoong’s fist, able to use his own hands to stabilize himself on the bed as he lifted his hips to speed up the process. He was getting tired, having been unintentionally edged for far longer than the brief private moment he planned to steal away.
“Tired?” Hongjoong asked, noticing his exhaustion.
“Only a little,” Wooyoung grunted out, his muscles exhausted from expending all his energy fucking up into Hongjoong’s touch.
Hongjoong replied, “You can hold on to me if you want.” The offer was rooted in kindness, but it didn’t go unnoticed that it also crossed an intimate barrier into a further closeness. Funny how they still had lines to cross despite Wooyoung’s cock quite literally being in Hongjoong’s hand.
Still, Wooyoung didn’t need to be told twice. He looped an arm around the back of Hongjoong’s neck, instantly feeling a release of tension from not having to support his entire body weight. He uttered a warm “thanks” against Hongjoong’s ear, making him shudder.
They didn’t have time to process the implications of their new embraced position. The familiar tightness in Wooyoung’s balls felt like it was stealing the air straight from his lungs. He needed to cum, badly.
His guttural moaning must’ve given it away to Hongjoong. He whispered, essentially into the younger boy’s mouth. “You’re close aren’t you?”
“Yes, hyung. Let me cum, please.” He couldn’t take it anymore, tears were forming in his eyes and his entire body was coated in a thin layer of sweat. Wooyoung begged, frantic for release. “Please, don’t stop. I need it.”
Hongjoong had never heard Wooyoung’s voice dripping with so much desperation. He didn’t have the heart to edge him anymore. As the one calling the shots, he only had one more request. “Then do it. I want you to cum on my hand.” Hongjoong whispered. His voice was low. It was the surest he sounded about anything since stepping into the room.
Wooyoung’s vision went white, vocal cords squeakily crescendoing as he tumbled over the edge. Hongjoong’s hand moved with exponential ease with every pump as hot cum spurted from Wooyoung’s tip, falling back and making a mess over the leader’s hand. Slowing his movements as Wooyoung started to empty himself, he still applied a light pressure as he milked him towards total completion.
“Such a good boy.” Hongjoong cooed as their foreheads pressed together, ”so good at listening”.
Whining through his pleasure, Wooyoung’s hips jerked frantically, losing rhythm as quick as he first found it. However, Hongjoong’s firm grip kept him centered as he emptied the last of his load onto his leader’s hand.
Wooyoung promptly collapsed onto the bed, taking Hongjoong with him. The gap between their bodies was just enough to not make a mess of Hongjoong’s clothes but their faces were near, breaths mingling as they panted against ghosting lips, both exhausted for different reasons.
“Can I?” Wooyoung purred. His eyes were shut tightly, they hadn’t opened since he came. Still, he could feel his leader’s lips on his and all he wanted to do was claim them.
Hongjoong beat him to it, bravely trapping Wooyoung’s lips between his own, roughly slipping his tongue into the mix of their mouths. He sucked Wooyoung’s bottom lip between his teeth, using his clean hand to grab a fistful of hair and prop the younger boy’s neck on better display. His roughness matched the confidence he had gained over their session. The leader had clearly gotten very comfortable in his role.
Happy with their states, both boys moaned, swallowing each other’s needy sounds. Wooyoung cupped Hongjoong’s face with his hands, feeling the vibrations of both their pleasure.
On his retreat, Wooyoung could’ve sworn Hongjoong nipped at his neck before flopping down half beside, half on top of him. Just like that, there was something else for Wooyoung to add to his wank bank of fantasies: Hongjoong was a really really good kisser.
With a soft laugh, likely at Wooyoung’s expense, Hongjoong looked down at the carnage of his tired hand, bringing it up to the space between them. “Jesus, Wooyoung...” Hongjoong examined the thick load, coating his fingers in messy streaks. “Do you always cum this much?”
Wooyoung mulled over Hongjoong’s sticky fingers with a scientific level of care. “Actually, I don’t think so.” He looked down to see that his thighs and stomach were also painted with splotches of white.
Hongjoong raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his presence as an outlier to Wooyoung’s sexual experiences, but before he got too cocky Wooyoung took him by surprise, taking cum coated fingers between swollen lips two at a time and suckling them clean of his mess.
Enjoying it more than he wanted to admit just yet, Hongjoong didn’t know what to say, so instead, he said nothing. The whites of Wooyoung’s eyes teased him as he was persistent on maintaining needy eye contact as he bobbed on the digits.
With one final motion, Wooyoung licked up from the length of his palm to the tip of his middle finger, releasing it with a pop. “What? I’m helping.” Wooyoung offered a devious smile, knowing that the feeling of his tongue expertly swirling around his fingers would give Hongjoong something to keep him up at night.
He was right. Hongjoong shuddered at the thought of his fingertips having just grazed the back of his friend’s skilled throat, it definitely not going unnoticed that Wooyoung didn’t even gag once. He shook it off for fear of accidentally learning more than he could handle in one day.
Hongjoong knew that the second he left that room, it was likely Wooyoung would go back to his old ways of rarely listening to him. He wanted to make the most of it. Hongjoong asked a final question. “So, you really like being good, huh?”
“Only sometimes,” Wooyoung said matter of factly, knowing he was telling a bold-faced lie. “Depends if I like what I’m doing.” He was grabbing tissues from the nightstand to clean up the excess mess around his softening dick.
“You should probably shower.” Hongjoong scowled at his poor hygiene practices, knowing Wooyoung needed a lot more than a few kleenex to clean himself off properly after that.
Wooyoung shrugged. “Don’t feel like it.”
Hongjoong rolled onto his side, bravely pressing a clothed bulge against Wooyoung’s leg. “If you shower, I’ll join you.”
Stopping in his tracks, Wooyoung’s mood shifted on a dime. Fully exposed, his cock jumped at the suggestion. It was pretty much impossible for him to hide his thoughts when he was hardening again out in the open from just Hongjoong’s words.
Drunk on power, Hongjoong drove his point home by justifying his offer. “Doesn’t really seem fair that I got to make the rules but only you got to finish.”
Wooyoung’s eyes sparkled as his imagination ran wild. He was suddenly more than interested in showering.
Hongjoong tucked a stray tuft of blonde hair behind Wooyoung’s ear, watching blush rise from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. “Doesn’t my good boy want to show off what his pretty mouth can do?” He added insult to injury by rubbing a thumb over Wooyoung’s swollen lips, entertained when Wooyoung tried to take the digit between his lips. Unfortunate for him, Hongjoong was too fast for his tired efforts.
Wooyoung sighed loudly, frustrated in more ways than one. He got up with a loud groan. “Fine. I’ll go start the water.”