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“Beomgyu… Beomgyu-yah! Stop being rude. Come, say hi to your uncle.” His father calls from the main entrance of the house, peeking his head into the living room where Gyu is currently laying down on the long couch.
He groaned, sinking his face into his hands as he exhaled loudly before he willed himself to get up and walk to meet the other man. “Hi, uncle Soobin,”
“Beomgyu-yah, greet him properly.” His mother mutters, then ushering his father back to help with the suitcase she was trying to carry. He turns around to find Soobin is now closer to him, so much so that it makes him take a step back. He regrets cowering in such an obvious way, but his uncle just reaches to ruffle his hair, fixing it when he’s done.
“It’s okay you guys. I know boys his age no longer hug and kiss their uncles. It’s not cool, right Gyu?” Soobin says, elbowing him lightly. It makes him flinch, cursing himself for acting so stupid.
“Yeah well, apparently boys my age still need a babysitter.” It’s not a smart comment at all, it earns him a light snack on his arm from his mother, who points an accusatory finger at his face.
“You know very damn well what you did last time.” Beomgyu clicks his tongue, and bites the inside of his cheek softly, because yes, of course, he knows what he did last time.
Geez. You throw a party and break a few glass doors once and they never let you live it down.
“Your uncle can tell you when we were young none of us did things like that.” His father adds, nodding towards Soobin in a right? slash back me up type of way. See, Beomgyu can read adults and the secret language they think they speak.
“Well… I myself did throw a few parties way back when, but it never resulted in anyone getting hurt.” Soobin says, giving them all that smile that tells he’s lying. Beomgyu has them all figured out.
His mother is all too busy going from one room to another, grabbing last-minute items, opening her bag—asking his father for the nth time if he’s got his passport on him already.
“Right! Well, thank you for doing us such a huge favor and looking after this one.”
“Hey!” Beomgyu scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and then undoing his pose when he realizes how childish that must look. Not helping his being an adult case.
“I’ll barely have to do anything, don’t worry! Have a safe trip.”
And it’s just a few seconds more before his parents are all over him, kissing his face, reminding him to behave, to be nice to his uncle Soobin—answer their texts, not to stay up too late. All of which he answers with yes mom and yes dad accordingly.
They’re gone all too soon, and as his anger about being left two weeks with a nanny starts to go away—suddenly it’s replaced with the realization that he’s being left alone with Soobin for two weeks. His throat goes dry as he feels a large hand clasp down on his shoulder.
“Alright, let’s head inside, Gyu.”
—
It felt weird to be alone with Soobin, not because the man is awkward, or annoying for the matter—but simply because Beomgyu can’t deal with the huge fucking crush he has on Soobin. It kills him that his parents made him call this gorgeous man uncle when there was not a single blood relationship between them, the last name was a sole coincidence.
Soobin was like a cool senior. Maybe he did have well over a decade of years on him, but he didn’t look his age at all. Hell, if they were to go out right now everyone would think they’re around the same age.
And that was just one of the things that had fueled Beomgyu’s delusions, which allowed his pitiful puppy crush to develop into the monster that it was now.
Also! If he had to place the blame on anyone, it would be his own brother—he’d caught onto Beomgyu’s antics around two years back and had told him not only was it crazy to crush on a man so much more older than him, but also Soobin would never like him back that way… he couldn’t help his competitive nature, and that had been just the fuel missing to ignite this flame. Now, his brother had moved out and lived in an apartment with his girlfriend and their cat.
Choi Beomgyu, 19, in love with a man he was suddenly unable to talk to. It was hard to act cool and craft up a new personality for your crush to like when your crush had known you even before you knew what attraction was. He couldn’t even lie about what he knew or had done because Soobin had been a friend of his family for so long that it was common for his mother to just tell him whatever the hell Beomgyu was up to lately.
He needed some confidence. Some liquid confidence! In the form of alcohol. But his nanny was right there, watching him.
“Beomgyu, are you okay?”
He jumps back in his seat, noticing that Soobin is now squatting in front of him, waving a hand trying to catch his attention—it just makes Beomgyu blush, realizing he’d definitely zoned out and the movie had been paused for god knows how long. Apparently long enough that it has now moved to those slides showing other movies.
“Sorry, I just… got… bored of the movie?” He squeaks lamely at the end when Soobin laughs, still so close to him, slapping a hand on his thigh softly.
“How do you find action movies boring? Ah, nothing to do about it, I was trying to ask if you want to eat dinner?” Duh, he has to hold back from replying like an idiot and rolling his eyes at such an obvious question.
“Yes-yes, yeah. Let’s eat something.”
You don’t have to call me uncle when your parents are not around. Soobin had told him casually as soon as they were alone, he’d spaced out thinking about what he should call the man instead.
Something appropriate, that is, because Beomgyu definitely had a mind plagued with ideas and names he wanted to call Soobin while the other fu-
“Are you okay with spicy food?” Soobin snaps him out of his trance again, where Beomgyu was heating some leftover meat and chopping scallions, dropping the knife on the cutting board.
“Ehh I do fine, and you? Hyung? ” He adds the last bit quietly, missing the way Soobin stares at him for a second.
Dinner is awkward at best, Soobin isn’t making a lot of attempts to make small talk anymore after Beomgyu’s stupid horny useless brain decides to end all the conversations the other started within two questions. He sees the man leaving at some point, the bowl still half full, and returning with a can of beer.
Beomgyu’s on his phone nearly the entire time, scrolling down on instagram to catch up on months’ worth of content he’s missed. And stealing glances at Soobin every few minutes, he seems to be reading something—but of course just as fortune has it Soobin catches him staring then. “What is it?”
“Nothing! I was just looking at…” your lips, your face, your eyes. “The beer you’re drinking.”
Great save, Beomgyu.
Soobin laughs like he doesn’t eat up Beomgyu’s shit excuse, it makes him tense up wondering what Soobin will do as he stands up. It makes him feel cornered despite the fact that he could just stand from his chair and leave. “Here, just don’t tell your parents.”
Huh.
Beomgyu looks at the can of beer and back at Soobin, then Soobin goes back to the kitchen, getting another can. “A-are you sure hyung?”
His voice comes out more strained than intended, seeing the man walk back to the table, a beer held to his lips already and another one in hand. It’s not that he’s never drunk any alcohol, or that he can’t handle it; but it’s just the thought of drinking with Soobin, drinking something that was pressed to the same lips that he’s staring at now.
“I told you, unless you tell your parents about it we’re fine. Come on, I was young once and got drunk and threw parties.” He waves his hand about, trying to play it down. So cool, his hyung is always so cool.
“You don’t look that old, really.” Beomgyu mutters because he’s got no self-control. Blushing furiously before he picks up the half-empty can of beer and tries to down it all.
Unaware of how Soobin watches him closely, muttering cute under his breath.
It hasn’t even been five seconds since he put the beer down and he knows this is an awful idea. He’s not good at handling his alcohol, and according to Taehyun instead of liquid confidence, he gets liquid stupid.
—
They end up back in the living room, and somehow Beomgyu convinces his hyung to let him have another beer, quite stupidly making grabby hands at Soobin, who’s currently holding a recently opened can of beer.
Another one follows, or most of it… maybe half of it, Soobin had been drinking from it before Beomgyu scooted closer and asked for one more.
So he was at least two and one-third beer down because he really couldn’t think of anything else to do that would make him look cool in Soobin’s eyes. Or at least keep him quiet and occupied to stop ogling his hyung.
Big mistake.
When it comes to alcohol, Beomgyu is a bit more on the side of what people call a lightweight—having had only the occasional half glass of wine when dining with his family—he’d gotten super drunk last time with maybe four and a half beers and whatever the shot they offered him was.
So now he was laughing stupidly and leaning a bit too close to Soobin as the older man told him some silly story he’d missed or didn’t understand as his brain barely caught up with things. They sit on the same couch and Beomgyu leans way too close, giggling as he stares at his crush’s very white teeth. He moves closer wanting to get a good look and knocks over his now empty can of beer—making both of them jump where they sit.
“‘S’ empty, no worries!” Beomgyu reassured him, going to reach for Soobin’s hand where he holds another open can of beer, just to be pushed away easily. He doesn’t mean to, but Beomgyu pouts—and seeing Soobin lifting the can away from him reminds him too much of how adults will hold candy away from kids—and he’s not a kid. But he will be a very pouty adult.
“I think that’s enough alcohol for you buddy,” Soobin berates, going to stand up, but Beomgyu is faster than that, placing a hand on his hyung’s leg; only a moment later Beomgyu realizes what he’s doing—blushing profusely—but not backing away.
Here goes nothing.
“What if… What if we traded, then, for a favor?” Soobin looks at the hand on his leg, then at Beomgyu’s blushed face.
“Traded for what favor, exactly,” Soobin says, and there’s a mocking edge to it. Like he’s calling his bluff—thinking Beomgyu doesn’t have anything to offer.
“I’ll blow you,” Beomgyu says, stupid proud for finally making a move on his crush—even when a tiny part of his brain tells him this is an awful idea, he’s never done this and-
“Have you ever blown someone?” It’s an odd choice of words, there’s something weird to Soobin’s tone of voice—something cautious—he hasn’t said no, and the lack of rejection is causing Beomgyu to sober up a little.
“Not yet, but I don’t have a gag reflex. Wanna see?” This is where Soobin would jump away from him, tell Beomgyu he’s stupid, and leave—so they can have an extremely awkward rest of the weekend. But once again, the answer he gets fills Beomgyu with hope.
“You’re… you’re drunk Beomgyu,” he points out lamely. Doesn’t do anything when Beomgyu starts to draw circles over the elder’s thigh where he’s kept his hand all along.
“Drunk! And horny, besides…” Beomgyu gets on his knees on the couch, stalking closer to his hyung, his uncle—so close he could just climb into his lap. “Didn’t you say it’s best to let teens explore things at home rather than outside with strangers?”
Soobin doesn’t give him any sort of answer this time, they just stare at each other for a long moment before his uncle looks down at his lips, then back to his face—his Adam's apple moving as he swallows down.
“You won’t regret it in the morning, right, doll?” Beomgyu is quick to shake his head no, and makes the rest of the way to get in his lap. He’s perfect there, perfect size, the perfect weight, perfect lips attached to a perfect face. “Have you had your first kiss yet?”
It raises goosebumps on Beomgyu’s skin, he nods sheepishly, he’s kissed two people—well, the same guy (his best friend) twice. But the way he blushes even harder tells everything he needs to know—it’s okay though, Soobin will teach him.
His hands are quick to start touching, holding Beomgyu in place, and pulling him closer. Pressed completely against him, loving the little gasp it rips from the younger’s throat, he wants to touch him more, but everything in its due time.
Beomgyu is bold enough to start grinding against Soobin, feeling him pressed against the lower part of his tummy. His mouth agape as he looks down stupidly, a bit embarrassed at how much he likes the feeling of it.
And then when he thinks it couldn’t be better, Soobin moans, thrusting up against him and lifting all of Beomgyu with it—makes his head spin, dizzy with all the ideas of his hyung using him like a little rag doll—it’s then that Soobin gets ahold of his face, forcing him to look up into his eyes. Beomgyu whimpers lamely when his hyung pulls him into a kiss, completely overwhelmed with everything happening around him, with Soobin’s hand on his chin and the other one resting on his hips.
He moans into the kiss, feeling a bit stupid when he remembers to move his mouth too—he hears and feels Soobin huff a laugh close to his mouth, pulling away, running his thumb across Beomgyu’s wet bottom lip. “Just let hyung use your mouth, okay?”
Soobin laughs again when all Beomgyu does is nod stupidly, being pulled in again, making his best effort to at least continue grinding against his hyung’s cock—feeling how long and thick it is against his.
“That’s it, keep your mouth open baby,” he feels his own cock twitching just by hearing the pet name falling from Soobin’s mouth, so he obeys. Allowing his hyung to lick into his mouth, Kai had never done this when they kissed and it makes Beomgyu melt instantly. “That’s it, baby,” Soobin repeated, making him moan. “That’s it, now do it back.”
Beomgyu licks into Soobin’s mouth, lapping at his teeth and then rubbing against the older’s tongue. He likes kissing his uncle, a lot.
Soobin grabs his face with his large hand, tilting it this and that way so they can kiss more, “hyung.”
He mewls, pleas for something—unsure of what exactly he’s asking for. Soobin draws away from his lips but pushes his face back, leaving his neck exposed, Beomgyu is left grabbing at Soobin’s shirt with balled fists, short of yelling from pleasure, has been rubbing his own hard-on against the older’s, and now is being marked up, and-wait! “Hyung, ah! Soobin-hyung you can’t…can’t bite there, what if… my parents see.”
Beomgyu mutters, voice small and tinted with embarrassment. But somehow Soobin finds the whole thing laughable, chuckling as he drops a chaste kiss over his pulse point.
“Right, right. They won’t let me babysit you if they think I allowed you to sneak out… We won’t be able to do this again if that happens. Right?” And maybe it’s the promise that if they do this correctly, carefully, secretly—they will be able to do this again, Beomgyu wants that, so he nods shyly, pushing against Soobin’s hand when he grabs his ass.
Soobin kisses him again, slower, deeper—allowing Beomgyu to take the lead, he places his hands on each side of the older man’s face, loving the way Soobin follows when he pulls him closer—it’s so easy like this, getting lost in kissing, touching each other, rutting against each other hungrily—desperate little touches making Beomgyu’s heart skip a beat as he’s being touched like this for the first time ever.
It all feels like a fever dream, Soobin squeezing the small of his ass, making him shiver when he pulls his cheeks apart over his clothes. He no longer feels drunk from the alcohol, but rather from the touch of the other man on him—Beomgyu knows he has to act before he cowers out and Soobin gets a chance to clear his head, he wants to do this.
“Hyung,” he starts, a breathy whisper—a smile on Beomgyu’s face when he notices that Soobin was chasing after his lips as soon as he pulled back. A laugh, “ Uncle Soobin,” he kisses the underside of his jaw.
“What?” He grinds down, feeling Soobin’s large cock pressing against his own. If they continue this way he knows he would just get a wet spot in his pants; it’s almost too tempting for him to let go and let the desire take over.
They’ll have other times for that.
“You’ll teach me how to blow you, right?” Soobin huffs a laugh then and allows Beomgyu to nip at his jaw again. He pulls him back to peck his lips one more time.
“Get down on your knees, Gyu.” He says, pushing a strand of hair out his angel face.
It’s such a sight to behold: Beomgyu’s puppy eyes, nose, and his cheeks still tinted a faint pinkish-red, unable to discern whether it was from the alcohol or just the blush on him. Soobin runs his fingers across the high of his cheekbone, such a beautiful face—and he just can’t wait to ruin all of it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, more out of courtesy than anything, guiding Beomgyu gently towards his crotch, seeing the boy nodding before he goes and nuzzles against his crotch. Making a cute little sound at the back of his throat, it takes everything in Soobin to not rut against him, allowing Gyu all the time he wants to explore his body, mouthing at his cock over his pants.
It’s sinful, Beomgyu feels as if he were the very picture of a cute boy in a porno being corrupted, about to become tainted… he never imagined himself doing anything like this before he met Soobin—hell he didn’t even think of him this way until a few years ago—he thinks idly if perhaps it’s his uncle that’s been seducing him all along, as he kisses the tip of his cock—just two layers of clothes separating them.
“Are you ready for the real thing,” it’s not a question at all, but Beomgyu nods again either way, letting his brain shut down for a moment—there’s no need for words now as long as his body will keep responding for him. He pulls away for a second, hands quickly moving up to open the fly of Soobin’s pants.
It’s not exactly shocking, to look at Soobin’s cock, he’s quite familiar with his own, but he still takes a moment to just look at it, then up at the older man, huffing a small puff of warm breath that he knows hits directly against Soobin’s angry red head of his cock. He pokes out his tongue without doing much else, just looking expectantly.
“You want me to use you?” Beomgyu nods again, moving just close enough to tease the tip of his cock. Kissing the tip with closed lips before he pulls back again, opening his mouth so his uncle can use him however he pleases.
Soobin places a hand back on his chin and rubs his cheek softly. “Keep it open, it’s very similar to kissing. Except… no teeth.” He says running his thumb over his gum, then poking one of his canines playfully.
Beomgyu closes his lips around Soobin’s thumb, grazing his teeth lightly over it. “Not even a little bit of teeth, hyung?”
He teases, giving the pad of his thumb one last kitten lick before he focuses on the real thing, wrapping a hand around the base of Soobin’s cock, index finger following a prominent vein on the underside of it, goes almost all the way up to the head of his cock.
Teasing is a game the two of them can play with no problem. Still, there’s only so much patience Beomgyu has left after he’s been waiting for over two years—since he’s been fantasizing about it for so long, touching himself thinking about this too—so he opens his mouth again, pokes his tongue out and licks the tip of his cock once more. He hums around the bitter taste of it: it’s something unwelcomed at first, he has to fight the urge to pull back and spit. It’s different from anything he’s tasted before, and he can’t say he loves it—but he knows it right away, he will do this as many times as it takes; loves the way Soobin exhales hard through his mouth as Beomgyu goes back to lick the head again, shyly wrapping his lips around it and just allowing all the saliva pooling in his mouth to finally slide down, coating the head as he gives a tentative thrust.
“That’s it, baby, fuck you’re doing so well.” Soobin praises him instantly, fingers threading delicately through his hair, holding it all back. He pullsBeomgyu’s mouth off his cock just to let him go back to his task right away. “You look like you were made for this, baby.”
Hearing that is what encourages Beomgyu to take more of his cock inside his mouth, not before he pulls back, just enough to have his lips hovering over it—opening his mouth and letting a mix of precum and spit fall directly on the head of his uncle’s cock, using his hand to spread all of it down to the base. He keeps his mouth open like that, lapping at his cock a few more times and letting all of the spit dribble down. “Is it okay like this, uncle?”
It stirs something in his stomach to address Soobin like that, knowing there’s no real connection between them—and yet what they’re doing is still taboo. It makes him want it more, seeing that Soobin buys into it so much too if the look he gets from him is anything to go by. “You need to grab it all, like this, baby.”
He wraps his hand over Beomgyu’s own, grabs two of Beomgyu’s fingers, and drags them across the slit of his cock, spreading precum down his cock,. He shows Gyu how to properly pump his cock, pulling back the foreskin and then using his free hand to guide Beomgyu back to his cock, loving the way the boy looks up at him again as he takes it all inside his mouth.
“You said you don’t have a gag reflex, right? I want to see.” Having his own words thrown back at him makes Beomgyu feel just shy of lightheaded, he simply forces his jaw to relax and opens it even more so he can allow Soobin to use him as he pleases.
The change in his demeanor is incredible from one moment to the next, Soobin’s grip on his hair tightens, and the easygoing smile on his face is replaced by a tight-lipped smirk, it’s almost as if his eyes became darker too. He pushes Beomgyu down on his cock with no care at all, making all of it slide down into his mouth at once.
Beomgyu whimpers, the intrusion in his mouth itself doesn’t bother him, but it’s mostly from the way Soobin pulls hard on his hair, making his scalp burn when he pulls the boy back, hard and with a loud and wet pop sound when he pulls out, allowing him just half a second to catch his breath through his mouth before he’s guiding him back to his cock.
Beomgyu coughs when he feels the head of Soobin’s cock touching the back of his throat, it doesn’t trigger his gag reflex, but it hurts . He bobs his head up and down Soobin’s length, allowing himself to salivate as much as he wants around it—swallowing everything he gets inside, some of it being his own spit and some more being Soobin’s precum.
“Open your mouth baby, let me see it.” And so he does, he opens his cute little mouth obediently, showing Soobin his tongue poking out, opening wide, and doing a little ahh for him, showing him, showing his uncle like an obedient little boy—showing him his throat to use as he pleases.
Soobin hooks a finger inside his mouth and pulls his bottom lip down, keeping his mouth open while he uses his other hand to guide his cock inside. Wet, warm, and willing; tears prickle at his eyes and threaten to fall from the rough use his uncle is giving him.
Beomgyu keeps his mouth open like a good boy and lets his drool slide down his chin when Soobin pushes his cock inside again. He slowly eases all of it in until it hits the back of Beomgyu’s throat, then pulls back just to pump himself a few more times before thrusting back inside the younger’s mouth.
There’s no finesse anymore to the way Soobin touches him, uses him. Eventually, he lets go of his mouth in order to place a hand on the back of his head, keeping Beomgyu in place as Soobin starts to fuck his mouth in earnest. He can hear the wet sounds his mouth makes as he’s being abused—cute little sounds for his uncle’s ear, hitting the back of his throat over and over again, it hurts—it hurts a little bit, it hurts just right. “Such a good little fleshlight for your uncle,”
Beomgyu whimpers then, closing his eyes and letting Soobin use him however he pleases, feeling a few tears streaming down his face from where it burns, Soobin bottoms out, keeps his head in place, plugging the back of his throat and restricting him from breathing.
“Stay still, baby. Just for a moment,” Beomgyu tries to jerk his head, unable to breathe, but he tries, he tries for a few more seconds. He tries because Soobin wants him to, toying with him. After all, Gyu doesn’t have a gag reflex. “You can take it for a few more seconds baby, stay there.”
He tries, grabs onto his uncle’s thighs, trying to steady himself, not even being able to cough from where Soobin is still all the way inside his mouth—intrusive, obtrusive, restricting him. He starts choking, body spasming harder as he tries to pull back, taps on Soobin’s thigh perhaps a bit harder than he needs to, but finally Soobin lets go. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, you did so well. I could feel your throat spasm around my cock.”
And isn’t that just the most beautiful sight, with Beomgyu’s tear-stained face staring up at him, nodding weakly as he continues to cough and gasp for breath, all of his spit just sliding down his chin, coating Soobin’s cock.
“You look so beautiful choking on my cock, gonna fuck your throat so hard you lose your voice for a few days, do you want that?” And what is Beomgyu supposed to say, when he looks up at Soobin again, catching his breath and nodding stupidly; already wrapping his swollen lips around the head of his cock again. Such a perfect little thing, starting to move his head up and down his length without even being told to do so—his movements feel so hesitant in comparison though, but they don’t stop at all, he makes a show of hollowing his cheeks, sucking hard and letting his tongue follow that vein on Soobin’s cock.
He wipes at his tears with the back of his hand, while deepthroating his uncle’s cock, opens his mouth again, and continues moving his head up and down—obedient little toy. It’s all he ever wanted and more, the smile on Soobin’s face, hungry, wanting.
He guides his cock inside Beomgyu’s mouth, making sure it pokes the inside of his cheek. “Close your lips baby,” Soobin instructs easily, and Beomgyu obeys just as easily in return.
Thrusts his cock slowly a few more times, adoring the way he can see it poking in his mouth, he can also feel Beomgyu’s teeth grazing his cock ever so slightly, crazy with the feeling of it all. No teeth, he told Gyu, but there was some added thrill to it, some fun to it with the way he places his hand on his cheek feeling his own cock poking against it again. But it doesn’t last for long before Soobin is guiding his cock straight inside his mouth once more.
He thrusts against the roof of his mouth, drags his cock directly against his tongue, abuses all of his mouth—uses all of him; Beomgyu doesn’t remember to touch himself, too lost in the pleasure of just being used by his uncle.
Beomgyu relaxes his jaw before Soobin starts using him again at a violent pace, making him moan and whimper, getting all types of embarrassing sounds fucked out of him, it’s so easy to reduce Beomgyu to nothing but a choking mess once again, fucking his throat like it’s nothing in the middle of the living room, with the faint sound of the tv still going on the background, trembling fingers as he tries to keep himself still—but never trying to pull away from him, not even once. He thinks about Soobin’s words, talking about his throat spasming around his cock.
He thinks about it as Soobin goes back to fucking his throat, making sure Beomgyu deepthroats him, pushing hard on the back of his mouth as if he could force his cock to go deeper—perhaps he can, perhaps he will train Beomgyu to learn to do it. He will let Soobin use him as many times as needed so he can be perfect for him.
Beomgyu swallows as much of the mess they’re creating as he can, making sure to run his tongue up and down his length as much as possible. Beomgyu tightens his lips whenever Soobin pulls out—almost all the way out, but never quite there, keeping the head inside his mouth. Tease.
Soobin plugs his throat again, and thrusts shallowly, making Beomgyu draw in sharp breaths—but it’s all too short, it makes him choke instead, whimpering and wheezing when he doesn’t have enough time at all to breathe before Soobin is once again fucking his mouth hard and fast— at a brutal pace before he stops again with no intention to pull out again. “I want to come down your throat, baby.”
He can’t even nod, being kept in place, he only blinks twice—fast, hoping it somehow conveys the message if Soobin even cares about his opinion right now—if he even has an opinion as his uncle’s fleshlight, his cute little toy. Closing his legs, feeling his own cock twitching and leaking when his throat starts convulsing around the length once again.
“Does this turn you on, baby? When your uncle gets to control whether you breathe or not?” Soobin pulls back then, enough for Beomgyu to go into another coughing fit, gasping for air. Feels his uncle pushing one of his feet against his crotch ever so lightly, feeling the way his perfect little toy arches into his touch immediately.
“I do,” Beomgyu answers, and if Soobin thought he couldn’t be any prettier, he’s proven wrong then and there, his voice is so raspy, so low. He sounds fucked up, he looks as if he had been attacked. His cute little nephew who will be a good toy for his uncle to use when mom and dad aren’t home, that will let himself be asphyxiated and used like a cocksleeve.
Soobin presses the heel of his shoe against his crotch again, loving the way Beomgyu starts rutting into his touch like a desperate little puppy.
“Open your mouth again baby, I want to come down your throat.” So obedient. Beomgyu is so obedient to him, opening his mouth right away, and hugging his left thigh at the same time as he takes Soobin’s cock back in his mouth.
So pretty, such a perfect sight to behold. With Beomgyu hugging his leg and suckling on his cock, waiting to be used, begging to be used as he continues licking his length diligently, humming—almost purring—in such a cute manner when Soobin yanks his head back right before he forces him back down onto his cock, hitting the back of his throat again and again.
Beomgyu does his best to keep up, not being able to move his head much—but making sure to hump his uncle’s leg like the desperate little thing he is. Not having chased for his relief at all, it feels so overwhelming now, having Soobin pull so hard at him that he makes all of his body move—with eyes that can barely see past all the wet, hot tears that continue spilling down. He ruts against Soobin’s leg as if his life depended on it; knowing he could pass out at any moment from being used like this, knowing he was not even making an effort to breathe anymore.
He stays completely still when his uncle plugs his throat again, one hand on the back of his head keeping him in the place where he’s meant to be, and the other moves from caressing his cheek to his nose, pinching—as if Beomgyu could breathe either way. He blinks a few times, finally having his eyes come into focus again, even if he only gets to see Soobin’s hand holding his nose at first, disoriented, lightheaded, and turned on beyond comprehension.
Even when he can’t breathe, he still ruts against his shoe. Even when he starts gagging violently—when his lungs start to burn with the need to get oxygen into them, he wraps his arms around Soobin’s leg tighter, tighter, refusing to give in to his instinct to pull away. “Your throat feels so good, baby.”
He can feel it, the very moment Soobin starts to come down his throat; that’s what finally triggers his gag reflex when he’s trying to suck in a breath despite all his airways being blocked—he swallows his cum, warm and bitter—knows some of it is going down the wrong path when he starts gagging and coughing violently, pushes away from his leg, taps his thigh several times.
“That’s a good boy.” Soobin praises, patting his head a few times ever so lightly, despite Beomgyu’s violent coughing and curling over himself—fighting the urge to not throw up all the contents of his stomach, feeling how it burns his nose and his throat.
“Did I-did, did I do well?” Beomgyu’s voice sounds nothing short of totally wrecked then, starts coughing again and goes to wipe the edge of his mouth.
“You did perfectly, baby.” Soobin praises quickly, tucking his now soft cock back into his pants and squatting to be at eye level with Beomgyu. “Did so well for your uncle,”
There’s a blush spreading across the younger’s face, clearing his throat and doing his best to not go into another coughing fit, Soobin touches his face once more—a careful, loving touch that makes him lean into it right away. “Come on, baby, we still need to get you sorted out.”
Beomgyu can only make a little confused sound, a cute whimper as Soobin picks him up without any warning, lifting him bridal style and carrying him a few steps back to the couch. He’s caged by Soobin hovering above him already.
“Hyung…” He starts weakly, opening his legs wider. hooking one of them around Soobin’s waist, trapped between the couch and his body—with hands touching him all over again, owning him.
“I want to make you come too,” he says, shoving a hand beneath Beomgyu’s clothes with very little care “I don’t think you were too far from that, huh?”
Beomgyu doesn’t bother answering and grinds against Soobin’s hand desperately. He shakes his head no quickly, feeling shy and small when he hears the elder laughing as he jerks him off like it was nothing, teasing the head of his cock to get more precum out of it. It’s weird, the things that make Beomgyu feel exposed, vulnerable, or very self-aware, the way his eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure and he moans high in his throat. He hears Soobin coo at him in response.
“Cute,”
The older muses, wrapping all his fingers around his cock and pumping it fast and hard, ripping more embarrassing sounds out of him. As if Beomgyu hadn’t been on his knees making all other sorts of sounds as he was used—this, this gets to him—he pulls Soobin closer because he cannot stand the way the other looks at him, with so much want in his eyes, and yet it’s not the same as earlier, where he wanted to use him.
He can’t stand the way Soobin looks at him because it fills his head with ideas of returned feelings and dates, kisses, and boyfriends. He hides his face against his uncle’s neck and whimpers again when Soobin starts littering kisses along the expanse of his neck, licking at the sweat there.
It’s not before long that he starts tensing under his touch, feeling that warmth in the low of his tummy, thighs closing involuntarily. “That’s it, baby, come for me.”
That’s what Beomgyu needed to push him off the edge, finally, feeling how Soobin holds his fingers over the head of his cock, using only his thumb to continue touching his dick through it all, but it works like this, he feels like anything else would be too much—bordering on overstimulation. Soobin grazes two of his fingers against the slit of his cock, making him whimper lamely again.
“You sound so pretty, baby.” Soobin praises again, pulling away just a few inches and kissing his face over and over again as he continues milking his orgasm. Beomgyu can barely reciprocate his kisses, barely opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out so the older one can go ahead and lick into his mouth—barely has it in him to feel embarrassed about the fact that he’s kissing Soobin after he swallowed down his cum.
You sound so pretty, it sticks to the back of his mind as he keeps his mouth agape and moans loudly—but he blames it on Soobin and the way he keeps touching his cock despite how it’s softening already, the way he just keeps touching him like he doesn’t want to stop, the way he kisses him. Hungry, searching for more, taking more from him.
“Open your mouth,” Soobin orders him easily, making Beomgyu miss the warmth of his body pressed against his the moment he pulls away, pouting up at him like a puppy before he sticks his tongue out. “Lick them clean, baby.”
Beomgyu nods shortly, obedient til the end as he sucks around Soobin’s fingers, lapping at them just the same way he did with his cock before—closes his lips and hollows his cheeks while maintaining eye contact with his uncle. Confident only when it comes to being used when Soobin is the one using him and telling him what to do.
He opens his mouth again, allowing Soobin to be the one rubbing his fingers against his tongue, they get lost in their cleanup activity, with his uncle groaning every now and then and cursing under his breath every time that Beomgyu will close his lips to swallow around the saliva and cum—his own cum that he’s swallowing—wet glossy lips. It makes him wonder whether this will lead to them making out again, to Beomgyu getting down on his knees again between Soobin’s legs. He doesn’t mind.
He can’t say he’s disappointed when Soobin pulls his fingers out of his mouth and then goes to pull his pants up, lifting Beomgyu as if he weighed nothing—it’s hot alright—but it also makes this fear settle in his stomach as he thinks if Soobin is just going to get up and leave him. But he doesn’t, at least not yet. Instead, he pulls Beomgyu up until their noses press against one another’s, making Beomgyu aware of how much smaller than the other man he is, unsure if that’s even a bad thing.
There is a peck on his lips and a small, “Stay here,” before Soobin is gone, leaving him with a knot in his stomach and the bitter aftertaste of cum in his mouth. Thankfully it’s not a long wait or even out of earshot where Soobin goes, hearing as he opens cabinets about the kitchen and then returns to him. Making Beomgyu blush like an idiot when he sees the man holding wet napkins in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
“It’ll be a bit cold but I didn’t want to leave all this mess on your face. Close your mouth, please.”
The command, even when asked so softly and politely, has the same effect on him, looking up at Soobin with fluttering eyelashes as he swipes around his mouth softly, holding his chin up with just two fingers as he starts to just as carefully swipe his chin clean. The way Soobin touches him is almost too careful, looking at every inch of skin after he’s done with it and swiping his thumb over it just for good measure.
“Are you okay, baby? I think I was a bit too rough earlier.” Soobin asks as he pushes the glass of water into his hand, brushing his finger over Beomgyu’s knuckles as he does and it causes the younger to blush then, shaking his head slowly as he takes a sip of the water.
He means it, though. Even when he doesn’t trust how his voice will come out, if Soobin was too rough with him he doesn’t mind it—he prefers it, even if this was the first time he’d given anyone head or his first time with someone keeping him from breathing as they fucked his mouth. It was hot, he is sure of only one thing. “I would let Soobin-hyung do it again.”
There’s a small sigh from Soobin, and if Beomgyu didn’t know better he would’ve sworn it was a sigh of relief from the older man as if he had been the one waiting for Beomgyu to tell him he didn’t regret this. And after drinking some water his voice sounds a lot more like normal, but Soobin keeps nudging him softly to drink the rest of the glass of water. Once he’s done he doesn’t even need to ask for help, his uncle is there to take the glass from him, kissing the back of his hand before he leaves again.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, come here, baby.” Beomgyu feels dizzy, knowing the pet name seems to be a permanent thing now, at least between the two of them. He crawls closer to the edge of the couch where Soobin is patting lightly and calling him over as if he were some sort of puppy—and perhaps the comparison isn’t too far off, with how much of a lovesick puppy he feels like right now—he kneels on the couch right where Soobin wants him, looking up at him again before Soobin leans down.
He perks his lips and closes his eyes, expecting a kiss on the lips, but he giggles when Soobin kisses just above his left eyebrow, then soothes his thumb over the skin—doesn’t get to move or say anything before Soobin is kissing him again, in the wrong place again, just over his cheekbone. And soon enough Soobin is kissing all of his face except for his lips until Beomgyu is reduced to nothing but giggles, trying to open his eyes and chase after Soobin’s lips.
Playing around like this makes it easy for Beomgyu to delude himself into the idea that they're lovers, and that this is what their normal weekend looks like. With Soobin kissing him all over and with his arms wrapped around his middle. “Let’s go to bed,” is all the warning he gets before he’s being lifted from his thighs like nothing.
He yelps embarrassingly high, hiding his face in Soobin’s neck right away and only being able to wrap his legs around his waist—allowing his head to be filled with sinful thoughts of all the other things that his uncle could do while holding him up like this, fidgeting in his hold as he tries not to get turned on again, thinking about the big warm hands holding him up—thankfully the other man is either unaware or pretending not to notice as he finally places him down on the bed, but it’s not his own single bed, but rather the double bed of the guest room.
Beomgyu looks up at him with big doe eyes—shyly pulling his shirt down where it rode up. He almost expects—wishes—for Soobin to climb on top of him and start touching him, but instead, he just gets in bed with him, stretching out like a cat before he throws an arm over Beomgyu. Smooth.
“Is this okay?” He asks him, even though Beomgyu is already cuddling up to him. He nods again, allowing his hands to go up to Soobin’s chest, just resting there. Now that he’s allowing himself to relax, he feels tired immediately. He sighs loudly as he wills himself to stop thinking about whatever this means. About what they’ll do once they wake up.
“This is perfect,”
—
And Beomgyu tries to, really, really, really tries his best, but he wakes up with a hard-on nonetheless—pressed against Soobin’s thighs, and wrapped around strong arms that force him to stay in place. It would all be awful if it wasn’t for the other man waking up and starting to tease him right away, touching him everywhere.
After all, they still have the rest of the weekend to themselves.