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"You–Fuck–You re...Really need to...To stop...Doing that," Jooheon difficulty panted as he held onto the hard surface that was the desk in his studio. Changkyun's thrusts were hard enough to make it bang against the wall, and thus probably alerting at least half of the agency, but Jooheon didn't make any attempt to stop him. He never did, not even that faithful day where Changkyun grabbed him and positioned him on his lap to fuck him in their work van. Work van also seating their manager, sleeping next to them in the backseat. And Jooheon had whimpered and lightly protested because, Jesus, that was risky and stupid and why was Changkyun so damn horny all the time?, but it had been more lighthearted than anything and he had, as always, let Changkyun do what he wanted with him. With his body. Hiding in his neck and sucking a bruise in the skin (which he always complained about after but secretly loved) as he brought him down on his cock like a doll and filled him with heat. Which proved that, at the end of the day, Jooheon might be the oldest, but Changkyun was the one who truly had the upper hand between the two.
"That's not what you were saying like ten minutes ago, wasn't it, hyung? You're not stopping me. Which you could, obviously, and maybe you should..." Changkyun's almost condescending, teasing tone lowered down to nothing but a whisper against his boyfriend's ear, "But everybody knows you're my bitch and I fucking own you, Jooheon."
Jooheon cried.
He started sobbing and trembling, so, so sensitive as always. Changkyun couldn't help but bring his hand down to roughly hit his ass, watching the skin turn red and enjoying the loud cries coming from his lover. Then, he grabbed the boy's waist hard enough to bruise, therefore bringing him back against him in such a way that he was now balls deep inside of him–the blunt tip of his cock pressed against Jooheon's prostate.
Obviously, the sudden unnerving pressure caused the older man to scream and try to mask it by biting the inside of his cheeks; Changkyun laughed at the weak attempt.
"Oh, my precious boy," the maknae cooed with dripping sarcasm and teasing. "Look at you, making a mess out of yourself again. No need to hide, everybody here already knows. Remember that time I fucked you against a mirror in the practice room and our manager saw us, but you fucking begged me to go harder? Or the fact that I just had to come here unannounced, force you open on that desk, tear your clothes and finger you for you to be putty in my hand? Let's also not forget that you fucking came the second I stuck my cock into you. Is that how much of a cockslut you are, hyung?"
"Changkyun, Changkyun," Jooheon sobbed, the drool escaping his mouth making it difficult to talk–along with his completely fried brain. A few seconds up to a minute or two of pressing against his sweet spot so intently was enough to render him gone and obedient. Deep down, he knew he should have stopped Changkyun, having to finish that damn song the manager kept getting on his ass for him to finish but he had never been able to tell the maknae no. Because the latter loved it too much and ultimately Jooheon lived to make others happy...
Without mentioning the fact that there was nothing that got Jooheon off like being treated as if he was a toy, an object to use. He remembered their first time, Changkyun taking apart his sweet and lovely boyfriend knowing the boy had only had one girlfriend at age 14 with whom he didn't go further than a kiss on the cheek, ever so lovingly and caringly. It had been sweet touches and praises that made Jooheon think nothing could feel better than this, because he was still pretty nervous and eager to please.
Then, the thrill he felt the first time Changkyun lost himself in his pleasure, murmuring something about him using Jooheon like he was a toy and his brain had shut off instantly, electrified by the pleasure he had felt.
Changkyun had smirked at him, the asshole, but he didn't stop. It became slaps on his ass, on his skin, pressing bruises into it and causing Jooheon to cry each time. Then it became calling him a slut, a whore, a hole to use and Jooheon just losing himself in it, following Changkyun's every crazy idea because it had never failed him before.
And finally, it ended up with Changkyun using him pretty much everywhere he wanted; grabbing him and hiking him over his lap after taking his clothes off, all that without even asking. But he knew Jooheon loved it, oh, he knew more than anyone else.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Changkyun growled as he kept fucking him like a doll, pushing his body back against the desk. "You were made to take cocks...What a pity I ruined you first, eh? What a pity I molded your insides to fit me and only me." The man's thrusts were hard and long, sending Jooheon jolting forward every time but he could not talk. Could not even think of anything coherent; simply Changkyun putting him down and using his hole enough to make him come once then a second time. His cock was leaking everywhere, yet Changkyun did not touch him once; when he got into this kind of feral mood, he never did. Jooheon had been pretty much trained to come from his cock alone.
And that was what he was about to do again, gripping the surface so hard he was almost bleeding. He couldn't stop the incoherent mumbles drooling from his mouth at the fast pace Changkyun had set, the one that had him mewling and moaning in burning stimulation.
"What a pity our sweet-but domineering-looking rapper is a fucking cockwhore for a man two years younger. How does it feel? You love this, don't you?"
Jooheon's twitching cock seemed to harden even more each second his boyfriend talked, which caused the fire pit to grow heatedly in his stomach. Tears, however, were still soaking his cheeks wet from how relentless Changkyun was at striking his prostate each time without a fail. The younger man's words made his body tingle and tremble a bit more every time and Jooheon thought he would finally get to have his release like this, but he should have known better.
Indeed, his heated brain didn't even permit him to register Changkyun's hand slowly caressing his ass and spreading it open enough to thumb slowly at the rim. Jooheon whimpered weakly at the influx of sensations, but it was nothing compared to Changkyun's next move; the man swiftly entered his index in along his cock, then quickly added a second one. Changkyun had always been huge enough to fill him almost completely, but now, any remaining space had been filled by the two digits working their way inside their body. Jooheon could hear Changkyun moaning loudly behind him, his other hand holding a bruising hold on his hips. But Jooheon couldn't care about this, not when he felt his soul leave his body and a scream escaped his lips. It felt like his body was being turned over and out like a glove, the pain and the tightness being overwhelming, way too much to handle.
"Fuckkk, you're so tight...Ah, Jooheon, you feel so fucking good. I've been thinking about bending you over and using you all day."
Jooheon couldn't hear, crying freely and shaking like a leaf. Coupled with that, Changkyun was pulling his hair with his free hand, rolling his hips in a way that certainly didn't help the older's state. The arch of his back caused the depth of the thrusts to intensify and Jooheon simply couldn't bear it anymore.
And then, Changkyun was grasping his leaking cock, tightening his hand around it in such a way that it became painful to withstand, therefore also stopping him from coming all together.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, Changkyun! Changkyunnie!"
His eyes were rolling to the back of his head, cheeks smashed against the desk so hard it was painful and yet, Changkyun was still smiling smugly behind him as he let out those irresistible breathy sighs.
"So sensitive already, Honey? That's a shame, I'm still not sure if I should let you come."
"What?" The older man sounded momentarily terrified, even if he knew that was most likely an empty threat. However, with how far gone he was, there was not much in his brain allowing him to relax and think rationally; being left hanging was, at the moment, his biggest fear. It hurt so much Jooheon could barely handle it, so sensitive already but loving every second of it. Changkyun could not be blamed for wanting to ruin such a gorgeous creature, all tan skin and soft curves...
"I just think it'd be funny to see you lose your mind over it." A sadistic laugh. Asshole. "That's because you are my little whore."
Through the fog and the shocks of pain, Jooheon could only think that he had unleashed a monster the more he had begged to be used. And it had led Changkyun to that day, entering his studio without even knocking first, ordering him to get up and bend over, and Jooheon hadn't put on a fight. He had obeyed, had suffered through two dry orgasms already and now he was babbling some incoherent sentences while trying to get Changkyun to let him tumble over the edge fucking finally.
"C–Chang...Changkyun..." The older man weakly and brokenly muttered, eyebrows scrunched as his boyfriend kept pounding into him.
"Please..." Then, came a bit louder and whinier, "Please make me cum..."
But apparently, it was not enough for Changkyun.
"I didn't quite hear that." The sadistic asshole he was never let go so easily, so Jooheon should have expected the moment Changkyun tightened his hold and hit his prostate at the same moment. He was doing everything he could to push the poor boy over the edge, whom was now shaking due to the pain.
"Please...Hyung, please, oh my God..."
The honorific caused Changkyun to stop all together for a few seconds, shock falling upon hearing this. His open mouth and wide eyes would be enough to worry anyone, but all Jooheon could feel was the boy twitching inside him and pulsing rhythmically. It was like liquid ecstasy being thrown upon the youngest, his hands shaking as they held Jooheon by the hair. It took everything in him to remain concise and keep the facade he had built during sex.
"Are you talking? I can't hear you. Good toys don't talk back, do they? And you're a good toy, aren't you?"
Praises were Jooheon's secret weakness. As much as the degradation turned him on, praises always turned him to putty in his boyfriend's hands and he always became very eager to please, prove that indeed, yes he was good. He was Changkyun's good boy, his obedient toy. Therefore, he absolutely melted at his lover's words and moaned loudly, feeling Changkyun let go of his hair and started nipping at and kissing his neck; and of course that was because he knew how sensitive Jooheon was there.
"Do you remember the time you let me finger my own come back into you? Fuck, that was so fucking hot...Your little hole, all red and leaking, so ruined already just from taking me... You're always such an eager little whore for me... You came just from me playing with your hole that time...Will you cum just from what I'm doing today?"
Changkyun's hand finally left his cock to grip at his other hip instead and Jooheon felt like crying in sheer relief; he still could not come without Changkyun's permission but it felt less suffocating now.
"Darling, you're so pretty when you cry. Go ahead, come on my cock and be a good little toy."
The wait, the burning arousal, the long, hard thrusts of Changkyun's thick cock, the bruising pressure on his hips...
Jooheon came blindingly hard, a silent scream making its way to his throat and strangling him. It took him more than a few seconds to come back to earth, veins being set ablaze and whole body floating away as ecstasy seemed to dawn upon him. Behind him, Changkyun wasn't any better; he used this moment to allow himself to lose it a bit as well, off character for a moment as he watched Jooheon take him in over and over again. His beautiful, gorgeous boy, always so willing to be used and do anything Changkyun asked him to...Always so willing to be ruined and make his dongsaeng feel good. Changkyun felt so much for him, it wasn't even funny.
"Jesus Christ, my little cockslut...Ah, ah, I'm so fucking close...So tight!"
"Please..." Jooheon heaved, throat feeling dry and itchy from screaming but he couldn't get enough. "Please, cum in me..."
Watching Jooheon's body tremble over the desk, his tight, little hole swallow him hungrily...Changkyun couldn't control himself then. The contrast between the boy he had sweetly deflowered and the needy slut begging for him to come despite his own overstimulation was overwhelming and simply melting his brain to goo. Therefore, it only took a few more thrusts against Jooheon's sweet spot, Changkyun burying himself deep inside the boy to let himself go.
"So pretty, my pretty little cocksleeve...I love you so much. Such a good boy. Fuck, Jooheon-ah..."
Jooheon kept whining and groaning as Changkyun used his body to reach his high, but he certainly did not complain. His whole body might have felt on fire due to painful oversensitivity and embarrassment at how needy he had acted, yet he couldn't help but to roll his ass back against the thrusts and search for more, more of the warm fluid coating his insides.
And when Jooheon thought it was over, that he could finally rest, Changkyun did not stop thrusting. Pounding into his prostate just that bit more, that bit enough to make him go into full sobs all over again and tremble relentlessly.
"Sorry," Changkyun huffed as he finally slowed down after a few excruciating minutes of abusing Jooheon's body and sensitivity. "You just look so good when you cry, I can't help it."
"I..." Jooheon couldn't talk, couldn't think properly. He tried to babble a coherent sentences, yet with no avail. And after a few tries, Changkyun simply picked his chin and kissed him on the lips, sweet and loving. As if he hadn't just spent two hours calling his boyfriend a slut and a toy for him to use.
Jooheon truly couldn't mind, too far gone to care anyway.
"Hm, I love you. You're so cute."
Jooheon whined and Changkyun smiled, about to kiss him again when a loud banging was heard.
"JESUS, WHY DON'T YALL OPEN A PORHUB CHANNEL OR SOMETHING? YOU'RE SO LOUD WE STILL HEAR YOU!"
"Fuck," Changkyun bit his lip and grew red in an instant. After all, he was the one living with Kihyun and who would have to deal with him later.
And, for the first time that night, Jooheon was the one smirking.