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Wonbin might be a freak, because instead of comforting Sungchan after their fancon, instead of wiping his tears and saying everything will be fine, he instead pulled him into a closet backstage and dropped to his knees.
His boyfriend being a crybaby isn’t news and he’s seen him cry before, but the high that came with performing coupled with how pretty Sungchan looked when he cried had Wonbin’s head spinning.
“Bin-ah, please stop teasing.” Sungchan whines, his hands automatically flying to Wonbin’s head. His fingers slip through the newly shorn strands, struggling to find purchase. Sungchan tries to press his head further down on his cock, craving release, but Wonbin doesn’t budge.
Wonbin looks up from his position on the floor to take in Sungchan’s expression. His face is tear streaked and Wonbin can tell that he’s about to cum. He’s been trying to cum for a good ten minutes, actually, but every time he gets close Wonbin pulls off of him and edges him, delaying his gratification.
Wonbin knows he shouldn’t be so mean to his boyfriend, but how is he meant to stop when he gets such pretty reactions like these?
Wonbin strokes Sungchan’s cock in a slack grip and gives his boyfriend a coy smirk that has him whimpering. “Poor baby,” Wonbin coos, rubbing his cheek against Sungchan’s hard length. His glasses go askew and Sungchan lets out a breathy moan at the sight. “You’re so cute, hyung. You can’t last any longer for me, baby?”
Sungchan uses his dominant hand to roughly grip the back of Wonbin’s neck, the other gently brushing his dark bangs out of his face. He gives Wonbin a pitiful look that gets him painfully hard in his jeans. Bullying Sungchan might be fun, but getting him off is better.
“As much as I want to keep messing with you, we have to go live soon. So.” Wonbin sits back on his heels and plants his left hand on the ground in front of him, the other working his jeans open and pulling his cock out. He blinks up at Sungchan, taking in the desperation in his face before smiling up at him. “Be a good boy and fuck my face, hm?”
Sungchan absolutely loses his mind. He was being obediently still before, but at Wonbin’s cue, all semblance of control flies out the window. His grip on Wonbin’s neck and hair border on painful as he fucks into his mouth, maneuvering his head up and down his cock.
Wonbin moans at the loss of control, sending vibrations down Sungchan’s length. He jacks himself off at a quick pace, chasing his own release. His whimpering goes straight to Sungchan’s head and he pulls Wonbin all the way down so that he’s deep throating his cock.
Sungchan comes in long, thick spurts and Wonbin works his throat, trying his hardest to swallow every drop so that it doesn’t get on his jersey. He’s extremely close like this, his throat straining and his nose buried in the hair at the base of Sungchan’s cock, barely being able to breathe.
When he’s completely spent, Sungchan pulls his cock out of Wonbin’s throat with a groan, his chest heaving and his tear stained cheeks red with arousal. Wonbin keeps his eyes on him as he drops to his knees in front of him, putting them eye to eye. It’s not lost on Wonbin that he’s now the one straining for release, that he’s the one with wet eyes and desperation on his face.
“So cute, my Wonbin.” Wonbin preens at the praise and Sungchan uses his fingers to wipe excess cum and spit from the corners of his mouth, the fondness he feels palpable between them. Sungchan pulls Wonbin into a kiss, wiping his tears away as his tongue darts into his mouth. He moans at the taste of himself on Wonbin’s tongue, and he moves his free hand to Wonbin’s cock, stroking the head with his thumb whenever Wonbin makes a downward stroke.
On the third swipe, Wonbin cums with a cry, his release hot and steady against Sungchan’s palm. They press their foreheads together for a moment, not able to do more than stare at each other and share breaths. Sungchan brings his cum soaked hand up to his mouth, licking his palm clean, while maintaining eye contact.
Wonbin groans and drops his forehead to Sungchan’s shoulder, who laughs before helping him tuck his cock back into his pants. He tucks away his own and stands up, pulling Wonbin along with him.
Wonbin pulls him into a final kiss before facing the door. He smooths his hair down and rights his glasses along with his clothes before opening the door a crack. When he sees that no one is immediately outside of the door he slips out, pulling an annoying put together Sungchan along with him.
They turn the corner, headed to where they’re supposed to set up for their weverse live, thinking they’re completely in the clear when they bump into Shotaro.
Their leader stands with his hands on his hips, looking at them with a disappointed look that has Wonbin and Sungchan avoiding eye contact.
“I wish you two could keep it in your pants long enough for us to get home, at least. A janitor’s closet? Really?”
Wonbin turns beet red and Sungchan lets out a frustrated groan. “Hyung, please leave us alone!”
Shotaro scoffs and steps out of the way. “Please behave during this live and until we get home.” They nod obediently and Shotaro shoo’s them in the direction of the green room where they’ll hold the live. “I mean it!”