Work Text:
*NEW TEXT MESSAGE*
From: Jihoonie><
How’s your sexcapade going?
Probably bad if youre reading this message right now… ㅋㅋ
You can’t get laid if you’re too busy worrying about when it’s going to happen…
Soonyoung scowls at his phone before shoving it into his pocket and turning back to Soohyuk with a smile. The older man is telling him some story about promotions for a new drama he’s in and Soonyoung wishes –he wishes – he could pay attention to him but his mind is moving a mile a minute.
He shifts his eyes quickly to the couch behind Soohyuk. One pillow, two blankets, good that’s ideal for couch cuddling, he thinks to himself and then moves his eyes back to the kitchen where the second bottle of wine waits atop the counter. He moves back and forth from the opened bottle to the new bottle and tries to gauge how long he should wait before suggesting to open the new one. 10 minutes? That seems fair…wait, what if he doesn’t like white wine? Idiot. Soonyoung you fool. Why didn’t you just get two of the red?! And what if–
“Wasn’t that funny, Soonyoung-ah?” Soohyuk’s low voice cuts through the dense fog in his mind. Soonyoung blinks at him. What the fuck is he talking about?
“That was hilarious, hyung!” he laughs, instead, throwing his head back for added effect.
Soohyuk hums, staring at him with a curious expression.
“Interesting,” he says, twirling the glass of wine in his hand. “I didn’t think telling you that my coworker’s grandmother died would make you laugh that hard.”
Soonyoung can feel the muscles behind his eyes twitch involuntarily. Now, Soohyuk is laughing, an otherwise beautiful sound if it weren’t at Soonyoung’s expense.
“Oh- well, I- I think I heard you wrong?” Soonyoung tries to say but gives up when he sees the amused look on Soohyuk’s face.
“Soonyoung-ah,” Soohyuk says, placing a hand atop Soonyoung’s thigh. His hand feels like fire on Soonyoung’s skin and combined with the way Soohyuk says his name sends his insides into a low simmering boil.
“Relax,” he continues, rubbing up and down his thigh. “I was just joking.”
Soonyoung laughs weakly.
“You’re awfully high strung today, what’s the matter?” He questions him and maybe it’s the way Soohyuk commands his words or how Soonyoung is pliant to authority but it makes him want to tell the older man his entire life story.
He sighs and thinks back to Jihoon’s text.
He’d been planning this exact day for at least two months now. The perfect sex night. It was ideal in theory– Jihoon, Seungkwan and Jeonghan were all away for schedules ( What were the odds!) , both Soonyoung and Soohyuk had wrapped up their respective work requirements, and Soonyoung, simply said, was horny as hell. Unfortunately, things in theory rarely ever execute well in Soonyoung’s books.
He’s a perfectionist. It’s obvious at work when he refuses to let the tiniest detail slip past choreos but he’s dismayed that it’s followed him into the bedroom–literally. He’d somehow cemented in his mind that the night had to be nothing short of perfect and in doing so had barely even talked to the man whose dick he anticipated to be inside him.
“It’s nothing, I just zoned out, I'm sorry,” he lies, instead, shooting Soohyuk an apologetic smile. Soohyuk stares at him, dark eyes boring into Soonyoung’s, but then nods.
“Busy week, huh? Tell me about it” he says, hand still slowly rubbing Soonyoung’s thigh. It’s hard enough to concentrate on what Soohyuk is saying, but coupled with how close Soohyuk’s hand is to his dick, is making his brain turn to goo.
“Just a lot of interviews and shoots,” Soonyoung’s eyes keep darting from Soohyuk’s face to the hand on his thigh and the more he keeps telling himself not to, the more shifty his eyes get. “It’s done now, though, thank God”
Soohyuk’s hand teeters dangerously close to his crotch, his thumb now rubbing circles on his inner thigh. His hand is so big it almost encompasses Soonyoung’s entire thigh. He swallows at the sight.
“I mean, thank God that I get to relax now, not thank God that it’s done and I hated it,” he’s rambling now. “I could never hate it, I’m just glad that we get a break now, you know? Well, only me I guess since Jihoon, Jeonghan, and Seungkwan still have things to wrap up this weekend. Sucks for them.”
“That’s good,” Soohyuk says, lips slowly curling into a devilish smile. His facial features are so sharp and cunning, anything less than devilish to describe them would be an understatement. Soonyoung’s rambling doesn’t seem to have fazed him. “So we’re here alone?”
Something clicks then, in Soonyoung’s mind. It’s like the fog of his mind has lifted and all the blood that was working in his brain shoots all the way down to work its magic on another body part.
Right, all this wasn’t for nothing. He still had a couple more things to check off his agenda for tonight.
“Yes,” Soonyoung says, leaning in close to Soohyuk. The corner of Soohyuk’s lips twitch. “Do what you will with that information.”
Soohyuk laughs, loud and hearty and he frees the hand on Soonyoung’s thigh to grip the barstool under him and pull him closer in one swift motion.
“Oh I plan to do .”
—
The first time they kissed it had actually been Soonyoung who made the first move.
Looking back, he’s shocked it didn’t end with him in tears begging for forgiveness and Soohyuk kicking him out of his home.
They were seated on Soohyuk’s couch in his fancy downtown apartment watching some drama Soonyoung had begged for them to watch together. They had only been seeing each other for dinner for about a month then and the inklings of a crush had already started to manifest within Soonyoung. He was all wide eyed, annoyingly giggly and touchy, touchy, touchy.
The thing about Soonyoung was that he assumed just because his love language is physical touch, everyone else’s had to be as well. As if the world revolved around him. And the thing about Soohyuk was that he treated Soonyoung just as.
So when Soohyuk had turned to him on that couch, eyes drawn low and arm draped around Soonyoung’s shoulder, how could he not reach over and kiss him?
In reality, Soonyoung really should not have been kissing people when he wasn’t even sure of his standing as a person but the queasy urge in his loins said yes, yes, yes. This is what you want. This is what you need.
He had never even kissed anyone before, save the big open mouthed kisses he had placed on his members’ cheeks. He had expected it to be messy, clumsy, showcasing his inexperience; but then Soohyuk had tilted his frame, using one hand to push him down onto the couch, and turned it into a deeper, slicker heat of perfected practice.
At least one of them had known what was going on to take charge properly.
Their teeth clicked as Soohyuk pressed his weight against Soonyoung’s and their tongues rubbed against each other, running over molars only to meet again. Soohyuk had tasted like bitter cherries, remnants of the drink he had been sipping on and Soonyoung readily lapped it from his mouth, drunk off desire.
One of Soohyuk’s hands were fisted in his hair, tugging insistently at the black locks, the other framing the side of his face and they parted with a gasp before Soonyoung took the initiative again to dip in for another kiss, letting all the regrets seep through his fingertips as he ran his palms over the sharp dips of Soohyuk’s back.
He didn’t need to see to know that the muscles flexed when he smoothed his hands over the shirt, heard the low appreciative purr from Soohyuk’s throat, and felt the smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
They never talked about it after, just started treating each other like friends but more. Friends that held hands sometimes. Friends that sent each other presents. Friends that kissed each other until their lips were swollen and red.
Soonyoung got better with time, he started leaving Soohyuk as breathless as himself, initiated more than just kissing, but always stopped before they got too far. Sweet, lovely Soohyuk never pressured him with anything, he let Soonyoung hold the reins and guided him through it.
At some point, it got harder to stop, harder to pull each other away and suddenly Soonyoung regretted the whole no-communication-communication thing they had going because there was no dignified way to tell him: Hey, so you were my first kiss and you’re probably going to be my first time too so please go gentle on me because I have no idea how to be good at sex.
This and more are what plagues Soonyoung’s mind as Soohyuk presses kisses alongside his jaw. They’re on top of Soonyoung’s bed; various pieces of clothing scattered from the hallway, through the open door of his bedroom and on the floor like some sort of trail of sin.
“Hyung,” Soonyoung exhales breathlessly and Soohyuk stops his attack on his neck to nudge their noses together. He catches Soohyuk’s bottom lip between his teeth to give it a small bite and gets a lewd look burning in the other man’s eyes at the action. Soohyuk dives back to nip at his collarbones as his hand travels southward. It’s so easy to lose control when it feels so electrifying, everything’s engulfing him faster than his conscience can keep up and Soonyoung willingly kills his thoughts to drown in ecstasy. Fuck it , he’ll just play it by ear; it’s how he comes up with his best choreos anyways.
“Use your words, Soonyoung-ah,” Soohyuk hums, littering chaste kisses over the column Soonyoung’s neck before latching onto a pale strip of flesh, greedily sucking to leave a reddening bruise. He makes it a point to bite wherever’s reachable, nip when Soonyoung’s mewling and clawing down his back, and licks his earlobe, leaving a wet squelch behind like an emphasis to what he said.
Soonyoung arches wantonly under the assault, tipping his head back to offer more with a moan, and squeezes his eyes shut when Soohyuk’s hand briefly cups his growing erection.
“Stop, wait,” he forces out and Soohyuk moves his hand away before he even finishes what he’s saying.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Soohyuk asks immediately, concern growing on his face. Soonyoung sighs and leans up in bed, knees coming up so he can cradle them in a defensive stance. Soohyuk follows suit, sitting up next to him. He feels smaller than usual next to him.
The embarrassment creeps up quickly. He should’ve just stuck through it, Soohyuk would never intentionally hurt him and everyone says your first time isn’t supposed to feel that great anyways.
“Soonyoungie?” Soohyuk says, hand going up to rub at Soonyoung’s shins.
“I’ve never had sex before,” he blurts out, refusing to meet the other man’s eyes. Soohyuk chuckles, lightly and Soonyoung eyes him warily.
“I know,” Soohyuk admits and Soonyoung stares at him, horrified. He feels the rest of his dignity wither away.
“Ah- no, not in a bad way,” Soohyuk says apologetically, pulling Soonyoung’s hands off his knees and engulfing them in his own. “You’re so sexy.”
“So sexy,” He repeats, lifting one of Soonyoung’s hand to place a kiss on it. The action makes his heart flutter. “I could tell you were nervous.”
“We won’t do anything unless you want to, okay,” his voice is so reassuring that Soonyoung feels like an idiot for ever feeling embarrassed in front of him.
“I want to,” he finally says, watching Soohyuk’s long fingers wrap around his smaller ones. “Can we just go back to what we were doing before and forget this happened?”
Soohyuk looks at him for a little longer before giving him a quick chaste kiss.
“I think I’ve forgotten, why don’t you remind me?” Soohyuk says cheekily against his lips and Soonyoung laughs because he forgot how fun kissing Soohyuk is.
Soft hands gently grab his hips and Soonyoung lets himself be hoisted onto Soohyuk’s lap.
“Get rid of this,” Soohyuk mumbles, helping him pull his shirt off. Soonyoung throws the offending item off to the side, watching Soohyuk’s eyes devour his body. He watches the way his eyes get dark and low, the discernable tightening of his jaw. Soonyoung compares himself to a tiger constantly but right now, Soohyuk resembles the predatory animal more.
“So sexy,” he repeats again, voice so deep it nearly echoes in Soonyoung’s chest, hands trailing from his hips to the back of his neck to pull him back down.
Soonyoung thinks he’s going to go delirious from the pleasure. He drinks in the low groans spilling from Soohyuk’s mouth as he moves his hips. He keeps the pace deliberately slow, savoring the delicious friction between their clothed dicks. Soohyuk’s hands tighten against his hips, hard enough that he knows there will be bruises the next morning. Blunt fingernails dig underneath the waistband of his briefs, pulling them over the curve of his ass.
Soonyoung gasps at the feeling of Soohyuk’s hands on his bare ass, the heat from his hands feeling like scorching irons branding his skin.
The older man takes advantage of his momentary lapse of concentration and smoothly flips Soonyoung onto his back. Soonyoung laughs, startled at the sudden change in position. Honestly, he’s laughing a lot for someone who’s insides are a wreck, but for some reason thinking too much about sex is invoking laughing as a coping mechanism.
“What's so funny, hmm?” he hums against Soonyoung’s ear, deft hands making quick work of his briefs. Soonyoung’s legs involuntarily spread out to make room for Soohyuk’s body and the action is so primal it sends heat to his cheeks.
“What’s so funny is that I’m butt naked and you still have your pants on,” Soonyoung pouts, his hands snaking down Soohyuk’s impressive body before tugging at the elastic band of his sweats. He can’t stare too long at Soohyuk’s abs–his six-pack, no- eight- pack – without feeling dizzy. His proportions are insane; broad shoulders and chest coming down to a teeny waist in what Soonyoung can only describe as a dorito chip.
“Patience is a virtue,” Soohyuk clicks his teeth at him. “I want to make you feel good first.”
Soonyoung sucks in a shaky breath as Soohyuk slides his palm against his body. He starts from the neck, casually dragging downwards along the leanness of Soonyoung’s frame, thumb and pointer finger coming together to flick a nipple, before settling on his groin, right above his painfully hard dick.
“Hey, open your eyes,” Soohyuk tells him and Soonyoung hadn’t even realized he had squeezed them shut. He opens them blearily, Soohyuk’s large frame leaning over him coming into his vision. His eyes shift downwards to where Soohyuk’s hand is massaging his belly, his cock erect and aching, begging for touch.
“Touch me, please, hyung,” his voice comes out more pitiful than he meant it and he cringes internally. Soohyuk obliges, curling a large hand around his cock, the slightly coarse pads of his fingers offering a delicious friction as he pumps him, sweet and languid. Soonyoung bites down on his lip, out of habit from avoiding being too loud around Soohyuk’s neighbors and his own roommates, until he realizes that no-one can hear him.
“Fuck, hyung,” he whispers, the pounding in his groin growing stronger with every flick of Soohyuk’s wrist. His hands reach for Soohyuk’s.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Soohyuk murmurs, leaning down and kissing Soonyoung’s cheek, sucking on the rosy flesh, so wetly, so violently. His wrist moves up and down, up and down, up and down his moist cock, fingers thumbing the precum dripping from his slit. “You look so hot.”
This time, Soonyoung doesn’t let the whimpers escape his mouth when he digs his fingers into Soohyuk’s biceps. The pleasure is dizzying and he feels the early signs of his orgasm approaching as his belly clenches.
“Hyung, I’m gonna-,” he pants, clawing at the older man’s arms.
Soohyuk stops pumping only to lean down and fit the entirety of Soonyoung’s cock inside his mouth. Soonyoung keens high in his throat, oh he sounds like the pornstars from the videos he’d search up when was young, the ones with the big boobs bouncing on giant cocks and Soohyuk responds with a low groan of his own, vibrating around Soonyoung’s dick.
He can hardly keep his eyes open, but he wants to, needs to; he needs to memorize the way Soohyuk is devouring him whole. His grip is strong around Soonyoung’s hips and he moves his head up and down, tongue sliding all around his cock, teasing him in all the places he’s since memorized. Soonyoung very briefly wonders who else in the world has been so privileged to have their dick sucked by Lee Soohyuk.
“Please,” he gasps, “Please, please, please, please.” He can’t even get the words to come out right, he’s so desperate.
“Didn’t I tell you to use your words, Soonyoung-ah?” Soohyuk says, lips coming off of Soonyoung’s cock, swollen and wet, curling into his signature devilish grin.
He pushes Soonyoung’s legs further apart and curls them toward his chest. He feels his cheeks get hot at the brash display of his privates.
“I’m going to eat you out now,” Soohyuk says and Soonyoung barely gets to respond before Soohyuk dives back in, licking a tantalizing stripe from Soonyoung’s cock all the way down to his puckered hole.
“ Hyung!” he exclaims, as Soohyuk takes a finger and rubs it around his rim. He feels something warm and wet prod at the skin, gently widening it until Soohyuk pushes his tongue through. A choked sob escapes Soonyoung’s lips.
A finger, this time wet and sticky, slips inside again. The feeling is tight and foreign; Soonyoung had experimented fingering himself in preparation for tonight but could barely fit one entire finger in without his arms and legs cramping at the same time.
“How does that feel?” Soohyuk asks, removing the finger and lapping at his hole again.
“It’s weird…but not bad,” Soonyoung manages to say, trying to concentrate on the feeling.
When Soohyuk enters his finger again, he curls it inside of him this time and the feeling of it is so jarring he grips the sheets immediately.
“Good?” Soohyuk smiles, kissing his inner thigh. All Soonyoung can do is nod because he had never felt that type of pleasure before. It wasn’t the same as someone sucking his dick or giving him a handjob, it’s a different type of buzz and he finds himself wanting more.
Pretty soon, Soohyuk has three fingers inside Soonyoung, curling them in and out of his walls so fast he wonders if he’s ever exercised his fingers for them to be moving so accurately.
Soohyuk’s face is deeply concentrated staring at Soonyoung, eyebrows furrowed. He looks like he’s in the search for something when-
“ Oh, fuck ,” Soonyoung curses loudly as Soohyuk repeatedly hits a spot deep inside of him that has his vision blurring with every thrust of his fingers.
He throws an arm over his eyes, sucking in short, needy, breaths. He can hear Soohyuk start to laugh over him as he continues his attack relentlessly.
“That’s the spot,” he declares, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue again. He hoists Soonyoung’s legs onto his shoulders –it’s embarrassing how much they're shaking– and pulls Soonyoung’s arms down away from his eyes.
“I want you to watch me,” he purrs and Soonyoung can’t look. He knows the second he does, he’s going to come.
“Hyung, seriously, I’m going to cum,” he whines, trying to pull his hands out of Soohyuk’s grip.
“Then cum,” Soohyuk says matter-of-factly against his hole. “I plan on making you cum three more times tonight.”
It’s all he has to say, and the way he says it too, to have Soonyoung’s insides seize up as his orgasm hits him. His hands grip Soohyuk’s so hard his knuckles turn white and his head tilts back against the pillow. It’s unlike any orgasm he’s ever had, and he’s had plenty thanks to Soohyuk, he feels it in his lower back and all the way down to where his toes are curled next to Soohyuk’s ears.
His vision blurs completely and he thinks Soohyuk is saying something to him but he can’t hear anything over the pounding in his ears.
“...so sexy,” his voice comes into hearing as he lays Soonyoung’s legs down on the bed and nibbles on his earlobe. Soonyoung would have never thought his ears would be an erogenous zone for him but Soohyuk seems to have figured that out and used it to his advantage before Soonyoung was even aware of it.
“Feel good, baby?” he whispers, hands stroking the sweaty black strands away from Soonyoung’s forehead. All he can do is pant and nod, his words have failed him. Soohyuk just chuckles and places another kiss onto his cheeks.
“Wait,” he finally says, using all his strength to lean up in bed. Soohyuk rolls over next to him to give him space. There’s still more to check off Soonyoung’s agenda.
Almost as if Soohyuk can read his mind, he says, “We don’t have to do anything unless you want to.”
But, Soonyoung can see the way his dark eyes are blown wide and the flush that’s dusted his high cheekbones staining his pale skin from his forehead, down his chest, leading to the –by the looks of it– painful tent in his sweatpants. Soonyoung feels his heart swell at the thought of him putting aside all his arousal just to make Soonyoung feel good.
“I wanna make you feel good too,” the words end up coming out slurred and Soonyoung leans forward to kiss him, sweet and slow, letting their tongues dance against each other. He lets a hand trail down over the expanse of Soohyuk’s chest and cup his straining dick through the sweats. Soohyuk groans weakly into his mouth and Soonyoung eagerly drinks it in.
Soohyuk is quiet in bed, save for the light pants and gasps, but when he comes he groans so deep and loud it may very well be a shout. He loves all the little noises he makes, he loves seeing how he viscerally affects Soohyuk, how he can make him moan and gasp and whimper.
Soonyoung breaks apart from Soohyuk’s lips but continues to litter kisses over his jawline and neck, continuously palming his dick. Soohyuk hums and weaves a hand through the matted strands of Soonyoung’s hair as he kisses down Soohyuk’s chest and stomach until he reaches the waistband of his pants.
He kisses Soohyuk’s belly softly and looks up at him through his lashes. Soohyuk watches him, mouth open slightly and Soonyoung can see the way his chest rises and falls that he’s affected.
“You’re too good to me,” He sighs. Soonyoung laughs quietly and kisses his belly again, pulling his sweats and briefs down and watching hungrily as Soohyuk’s cock springs out immediately, erect against his stomach.
Objectively thinking, Soonyoung thinks that Soohyuk has a perfect cock. Soonyoung’s hands curl around it perfectly, middle finger meeting thumb, and it boasts a little over 8 inches tall. He wishes he could take a picture of it, truly, just so he could admire it. And not in a gross perverted way, more in the way someone admires a painting in a museum.
“I love your cock,” Soonyoung mumbles, pressing kisses along the shaft. He hears Soohyuk laugh above him, one hand going up to support the back of his head, the other still petting Soonyoung’s hair.
As much as Soonyoung loves it when he’s getting his dick sucked, he loves returning the favor even more. He loves the way Soohyuk looks at him, mouth parted and eyes glassy, soft and breathy sounds escaping his lips, eyebrows furrowed. He can feel himself getting hard again just from watching the other man.
Soohyuk’s hand tightens its grip on Soonyoung’s head and trails the way it bobs up and down his dick. It’s not controlling, it follows Soonyoung’s lead but with every pull upwards, Soonyoung gets to look at the way Soohyuk gazes at him in pure lust. It drives him insane.
He’s memorized his little tells, the way his hips tense and twitch and the way he bites down on his lower lip, to know when he’s going to come and just as he’s about to, Soonyoung pulls his mouth off the tip of his cock with an obscene pop!
“Fuck,” Soohyuk groans, his grip tightening on Soonyoung’s hair instinctively. Soonyoung hisses and he immediately moves his hand down the side of his face, cupping his chin and meeting his lips to capture him in a kiss.
“I want you to fuck me,” Soonyoung mumbles, arms wrapping around Soohyuk’s neck as he tilts Soonyoung’s chin to deepen the kiss.
“Whatever you want,” Soohyuk smiles, pulling away for a brief second to flip them over in bed again for the umpteenth time.
“I’m going to go slow, okay,” he reassures him, kissing him sweetly before gently coaxing his legs open. Soonyoung nods, ears ringing. He feels the cold prick of sweat beading on his forehead and palms, the nervousness returning yet again. Three fingers was fine but Soohyuk’s cock is way bigger than three fingers.
He watches Soohyuk squeeze out an embarrassing amount of lube and lather his cock in it, using the leftover to spread around the rim of Soonyoung’s hole.
“Tell me if it hurts,” Soohyuk says, lining himself up in between his legs.
It’s finally happening. Soonyoung’s dick twitches in anticipation, as if all the blood in his body has agreed that his penis needed this.
The ridiculous train of thought is derailed when he feels something press against him, eliciting a gasp.
“Soonyoung-ah?”
“It’s okay, keep going,” Soonyoung grits out. The feeling is almost nauseating at first. An intrusion, but Soohyuk is pressing his way in, spreading Soonyoung wide with a sensation so much more intimate than fingers, and it's so hot, so much, too much–and then he’s in. Soohyuk stills on top of him, hands on either side of Soonyoung’s face. He’s breathing hard, eyebrows furrowed together as if he’s in pain.
Soonyoung tries to focus on breathing but he feels his breath lodged in his throat. He’s full–so full– he can feel Soohyuk’s cock so deep inside him it’s rendering his breathing. The most wonderful thing is how good it feels. His cock feels like the missing puzzle piece he didn’t know his body wanted– needed.
“How are you?” Soohyuk asks, voice coming shaky and Soonyoung feels a jolt inside his groin at how disheveled he looks, how Soonyoung made him look that way. He burns, burns with so much desire it threatens to swallow him whole.
“It feels good, hyung,” Soonyoung’s voice comes out barely audible. Soohyuk twitches a little and the movement makes him stifle a cry.
“Can I move?” He asks again, tongue coming out to wet his lips.
“ Please ,” Soonyoung keens and it’s all Soohyuk needs to hear before pulling out to his tip and rocking his hips forward. It’s like the second Soohyuk pulls out, Soonyoung’s body reacts to it, wrapping his legs around Soohyuk’s waist and forcing him on top of Soonyoung.
Soohyuk moves faster, picking up to a steady rhythm. He kisses soft, breathy moans into Soonyoung’s lips but Soonyoung can barely acknowledge the sweet noises because of how far gone he feels.
He can barely keep himself together, the moans escaping his lips are strained and harsh even though he knows he can be as loud as he wants to.
“Feels good?” Soohyuk asks, one hand grabbing both of Soonyoung’s, holding them above his head, long fingers easily curling around both his wrists.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, ” his voice breaks, a long and almost endless sounding moan. At this point, all sense of shame has completely left the room. Left the whole dorm, honestly.
“Do you feel good too?” Soonyoung manages to ask. Soohyuk laughs, breathless. He answers him with another kiss, swallowing the moans Soonyoung feeds into his mouth.
“You feel so fucking good,” He groans, “God, I want to keep fucking you forever if it means you keep making these noises.”
Soohyuk releases his hold on Soonyoung’s wrists and holds Soonyoung’s face instead, staring at him with so much desire, Soonyoung thinks he’s going to come untouched for the second time.
“I want to try something,” Soohyuk says and Soonyound nods furiously. Whatever he asks for while Soonyoung is in this state is a given. Soohyuk could ask Soonyoung to invite all his members over to watch right now and he would probably say yes.
He pulls out of Soonyoung, and places both of Soonyoung’s feet on his shoulders, kissing his ankle. The action is so touching to Soonyoung, he didn’t think anyone could show love to his ankles.
Soohyuk leans forward then, stretching Soonyoung’s thighs toward his ears and thank God he’s flexible but Soonyoung can still feel a delicious burn brewing in his hamstrings.
“Fuck, I didn’t know you could do that,” Soohyuk is surprised, face close to Soonyoungs and the fact that Soonyoung’s feet and both their faces are in his vantage point is actually quite jarring.
He enters him again, and the angle this time drives him even deeper than before. Soohyuk is as precise as he is relentless because he keeps thrusting into the same spot that had Soonyoung seeing stars before. He can barely breathe with the intensity of it, just grasps onto Soohyuk’s biceps for dear life.
“Don’t come yet,” the older man says as he snakes a hand underneath Soonyoung’s legs and pumps his forgotten cock. Soonyoung’s whole body jerks, as if an electric current runs through it.
“Hyung, I can’t,” Soonyoung is pleading now, he’s so tense his hips are quivering and his jaw is tight from holding in his moans. He’s not even sure what he’s trying to say at this point.
“Yes you can,” Soohyuk says, voice shaking. His strokes are starting to uneven and his pants are coming out more frequently.
“I can’t– fuck , please, hyung,” Soonyoung all but sobs out. It’s both too much and not enough. The feeling is intoxicating, he’s missing it before it even ends.
“Yes, you can, Soonyoung-ah,” Soohyuk is adamant, the same commandeering tone back into his voice and Soonyoung just lets out another wrecked sob as his orgasm creeps up closer and closer.
Soohyuk is losing his composure as well, Soonyoung can’t imagine how long he’s been staving off his own orgasm for Soonyoung’s so when Soohyuk finally leans in close to his ear and whispers, “ Come ,” Soonyoung cums with a cry so long he’s not convinced his roommates upstairs haven’t heard it.
“Good boy,” Soohyuk whispers and kisses him through his orgasm, working his fingers gently against the side of his jaw to relieve some of the tension there. His vision comes back in bits and pieces while Soohyuk fucks him through his own orgasm, cumming with a stuttered groan, jaw clenched and lips trembling.
He collapses on top of him and Soonyoung wraps his arms around the older man, breathing into his hair. He’s in post-orgasmic bliss, Soohyuk’s body feels like air and the pounding in his ears has calmed to a gentle buzz.
Soonyoung doesn’t know how long they lie there, breathing finally calming down to a gentle rise and fall, but after what feels like half an hour, Soohyuk finally raises his head from Soonyoung’s chest with a cheeky smile.
“Was it good?” He asks, and Soonyoung returns the smile, swiping the sweaty strands of hair off his face.
“Better than I ever could have imagined,” he admits. Fantastic. Perfect, is what he wants to say.
“Good,” Soohyuk says, pulling himself off of Soonyoung and grabbing his shirt from the floor to wipe the sweat off his chest. Soonyoung watches idly.
“I’m going to use the bathroom now,” he says, walking to the other side of his room. “And when I come back I believe I owe you two more orgasms.”
Soonyoung laughs so hard he almost falls off the bed.