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Wooyoung burst into the apartment, panting like he ran up all 8 flights of stairs. Yunho and Yeosang stared at him with twin looks of surprise. Their video game continued to play out on the TV, despite neither of them moving their characters.
“I need one of you,” Wooyoung declared. “Please tell me I can use one of you.”
The TV screen flashed red, indicating that they’d just lost. Yunho groaned.
“Wooyoung we were literally about to win!”
“What do you mean ‘use one of us’?” Yeosang asked. He dropped the controller to the side and crossed his arms.
Wooyoung stepped out of the doorway and let the door slam shut. “Hongjoong hyung and Jongho are at the studio. San and Seonghwa hyung are at an aquarium. Mingi is sick. I am so fucking horny and my hand is not doing it.”
Yeosang stood and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’ve got like, 10 different toys you can use. What about the dildo you made me buy you 2 weeks ago?”
“It’s not helping!” he whined, stomping his foot. “I start and then my mind wanders and I can’t get back in the headspace! I need someone else to do it.”
Yeosang and Yunho exchanged a look. Yeosang was doing his best to look pitiful. He had spent the better part of yesterday evening letting Jongho and San do whatever they wanted. It was only fair that Yunho take the lead on this one.
“Alright, fine,” Yunho sighed.
“Can you at least pretend you like me or something?” Wooyoung complained, kicking off his shoes.
“I’ll go get us dinner,” Yeosang said. He kissed Wooyoung on the cheek when he passed, but then yelped and glared when Wooyoung landed a hard slap on his ass.
“Aw, still sore, baby?” he pouted, cackling when Yeosang flipped him off. Yunho rolled his eyes and went into his bedroom. Wooyoung trailed behind and closed the door.
“How do you want me?” Yunho asked as he took a seat on his bed.
“Can I fuck your face?”
Yunho frowned. “You know I have a gag reflex, right? I can’t take it like Seonghwa hyung.”
“I’ll be gentle,” Wooyoung promised, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that Yunho didn’t trust. “Can I kiss you first?”
Yunho nodded and immediately had a lap full of Wooyoung. He always kissed like he was a dying man. It was desperate and filthy, the way he shoved his tongue into Yunho’s mouth. Yunho’s hands fell to his hips, squeezing the soft skin that overflowed from his tight pants. Wooyoung buried his hands in his hair and started to grind his hips down. Yunho’s jaw fell slack at the sudden stimulation, gasping into his mouth. Wooyoung used this opportunity to capture his tongue with his teeth and drag it fully into his mouth to suck on. Yunho whimpered, caught between leaning forward and Wooyoung’s grip in his hair holding him back. He let his hands wander up under Wooyoung’s shirt. He dug his fingernails into his sides, knowing Wooyoung liked the feeling.
“Fuck,” Wooyoung moaned, detaching from Yunho’s mouth. “Do you have any schedules tomorrow?”
“I don’t have anything for the next week-AH!”
Wooyoung buried his head in his neck and bit the area where his neck met his collarbone. Hard. Yunho’s whole body went tense as he desperately grabbed at Wooyoung’s body. All he could think about was how sharp Wooyoung’s teeth were. The pain radiated out and he was suddenly unable to breathe. His toes curled and he felt tears beginning to brim.
“Youngie, ahhhhh, Youngie, please,” he begged, squeezing Wooyoung’s body impossibly closer.
Finally, Wooyoung released him and Yunho’s whole body relaxed. Wooyoung licked and kissed the spot he’d bit before leaning back to admire his work.
“You’re a fucking brat,” Yunho panted.
“I love you, too, Yuyu,” he said brightly. He stood and began stripping, haphazardly tossing his clothes onto Yunho’s desk chair. Yunho winced as he rolled his shoulder back and began to strip, too. He wasn’t excited to see how deep of a mark Wooyoung had just left. He was sure that it wouldn’t be completely gone by next week and the makeup noonas would be upset with him.
Wooyoung arranged a blanket on the floor and pointed to it. “Kneel, puppy.”
Yunho was grateful for the spared thought for his knees and knelt before him. Wooyoung was clearly pent up because he was already fully hard. His cock curved up and was leaving spots of precum against his stomach. Yunho spit into his hand and grabbed his cock, guiding it into his mouth. Wooyoung groaned at the contact, a hand pushing Yunho’s hair out of his face.
Wooyoung tasted like Hongjoong’s body wash, which meant he must have run out. Yunho spared a mournful thought for the sweetness of his usual lavender soap before focusing on the task at hand.
Yunho could fit about two thirds of his cock into his mouth without gagging. He bobbed a couple of times before pulling off and trailing sloppy, open mouthed kissed up his length. Wooyoung liked everything wet.
“God, you look so good,” he breathed. Wooyoung traced his hand down his face and gently cupped his jaw. Yunho opened his mouth and let Wooyoung slide back in. “Taking me so well. Relax for me, puppy.”
Yunho let his hands fall to his lap. He wanted to be good, wanted Wooyoung to feel good. He focused on relaxing every part of his mouth, feeling his jaw go slack and his eyes drift shut.
Wooyoung slowly began to thrust into his mouth, pulling back almost to the point of falling past Yunho’s lips, and then pushing forward until he was halfway in. Yunho fought the urge to swallow. Soon, drool began to leak out of the corners of his mouth.
“God, fuck,” Wooyoung moaned. “Look at me.”
Yunho opened his eyes and tried to look up at Wooyoung like Mingi or Seonghwa would, gaze seductive and wanting. But his eyes quickly began to fill with tears. He shut them and tried to breathe heavily through his nose.
“C’mon, puppy,” Wooyoung cooed. “Be good and keep those pretty eyes open for me.”
Yunho lifted a hand and rubbed at his eyes before opening them again. Wooyoung gazed down at him, expression one of desire. Yunho swallowed on reflex, making him moan.
“Can you touch yourself? Use that pretty hand of yours? Pretend it’s me.”
Yunho wrapped his fingers around his cock, grip tight like Wooyoung would do. It was too dry, but the stimulation was welcome.
Wooyoung dragged his hand around to the back of Yunho’s head. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled him down on his cock. Yunho gagged as it hit the back of his throat, a hand flying up the brace against Wooyoung’s thigh.
He held Yunho there for a few seconds. Yunho desperately tried to breathe through his nose, eyes squeezed shut. After what felt like an eternity, Wooyoung released him. Yunho leaned back and gasped for air, Wooyoung’s cock falling from his mouth, a trail of spit connecting them for half a second. A couple tears fell from his eyes as he blinked rapidly.
Wooyoung gently stroked his hair. “That was so hot.” Yunho pinched his thigh, making him yelp. But Wooyoung’s other hand began to wipe the tears from his face.
“Again?” Wooyoung asked pleadingly.
Yunho swallowed and opened his mouth. Wooyoung quickly pushed back in. The hand at the back of his head guided him down.
“God, Yunho,” he moaned. He started thrusting again, but this time he pushed deeper. Yunho started stroking himself, his head beginning to feel fuzzy.
Every few thrusts, Wooyoung would trigger his gag reflex. He’d pull out so Yunho could breathe, but he’d only let him gulp a couple breaths before pushing back in. Yunho couldn’t stop the tears from flowing now. He just looked up at Wooyoung, vision a little blurry, but able to see him biting his lip as he groaned.
Yunho felt his whole body getting warmer and warmer. He felt like a hole for Wooyoung’s use, and he was almost as desperate to chase his own pleasure as he was to make Wooyoung feel good. He gripped Wooyoung’s thigh while trying to jerk himself off. But he was fast losing coordination in his hand, resigning to thrusting up into his grip. All he could think, feel, smell, and taste was Wooyoung. He whined, needing more and unable to attain it.
Wooyoung groaned. “Close, f-fuck. Please let me cum in your mouth.”
Yunho moaned around his cock, wanting to be filled with him. The vibrations finally sent Wooyoung over the edge. He kept thrusting while he came, and Yunho struggled to swallow. It was so much. He choked a little as it kept hitting the back of his throat.
Wooyoung finally slowed to a stop, pausing only for a moment before pulling out. A trail of spit and cum fell from Yunho’s lips. He knelt before Yunho and spit into his hand before wrapping it around his aching cock. He captured his lips and swallowed his moan. Yunho thrust up into his touch, desperate for release. It didn’t take long for him to cum into Wooyoung’s hand. Yunho bit at Wooyoung’s lip, shuddering in pleasure. They panted into each other’s mouths for a few moments, waiting for the high to subside.
“Better?” Yunho asked as he leaned backwards, voice a little hoarse.
“A bit,” Wooyoung admitted. He stretched out and grabbed the tissue box from the desk and wiped his hand off. Then he wiped Yunho’s face, thighs, and dick off before wiping any remaining body fluids off of himself. “I’m just hungry now. Do you think Sangie is back, yet?”
Yunho stood shakily and stretched, willing the blood to circulate back into his legs faster. “I didn’t hear the door, but maybe he snuck in?” He gathered the tissues and discarded them in his trash can.
Wooyoung also stood and pouted. “Can I borrow some clothes?”
Yunho rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile beginning to form. “If you really feel the need to, sure.”
Wooyoung giggled happily and started to rummage through his closet. He pulled out athletic shorts and a shirt while Yunho pulled his sweatpants back on. He grabbed his sweatshirt, but checked the bite mark in his mirror first. It was already turning purple, the teeth marks visible. He was surprised Wooyoung hadn’t drawn blood. It was going to heal ugly and take forever to go away.
Wooyoung appeared behind him, arms wrapping around his middle. Yunho rested his hand against him, letting their fingers curl together. Wooyoung kissed his shoulders.
“If I could keep you marked, I would,” he muttered into his skin. “I’d mark all of you. Everyone would know you’re mine.”
Yunho’s stomach swooped. He twisted in his grip, placed a hand on either side of his face, and pressed a kiss to his lips. It was chaste, but Yunho tried to press every single emotion he felt towards Wooyoung into it. How much he desired to be claimed as his. Wooyoung made a sound at the back of his throat, almost like a whimper, and hugged him tighter.
The front door slammed.
“I hope you’re done because the food will get cold!” Yeosang yelled.
Wooyoung giggled and darted out of the room. Yunho stood still for a moment before chuckling and pulling his sweatshirt on. He walked out to the kitchen and watched Yeosang and Wooyoung bicker over which container of jjajangmyeon they should get. It was from their favorite shop. The ahjumma always gave them a little extra whenever they stopped by.
“What the fuck did he do to you?” Yeosang asked suddenly, pointing to Yunho’s neck.
Wooyoung giggled. “I’m marking my territory.”
“Are you a dog or something?”
“You’re sure you found him at BigHit and not off the streets?” Yunho asked, grabbing the third container out of the plastic bag.
“If I was a stray dog would you adopt me?” Wooyoung asked, eyes going wide and pouting, clearly trying to look innocent.
“I’d call animal control,” Yeosang muttered.
Wooyoung swung at him, a brief wrestling match breaking out while Yunho laughed.
They eventually settled and ate in a comfortable silence, absorbed in their phones. Yunho started gathering the empty containers while Wooyoung eyed Yeosang.
“No,” Yeosang said, finishing his water.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck, and the answer is no.”
“But whyyyy?” he whined, splaying his body across the table and pouting.
“You try going like 2 rounds each with San and Jongho. I can’t even sit normally yet.”
“As if Wooyoung wouldn’t give anything for that,” Yunho quipped. Yeosang laughed while Wooyoung shot him a glare. Yunho could see the moment Wooyoung decided to change tactics.
He sat up and leaned into Yeosang’s space, eyes hooded. Yeosang’s eyes went wide and he tried to lean back, but Wooyoung just followed him, nearly out of his seat.
“Let me sit on your pretty cock, baby,” he cooed. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Yeosang looked like a deer caught in headlights. Yunho struggled to contain his smile. Yeosang was notoriously weak to Wooyoung’s wiles. He really hadn’t stood a chance from the moment Wooyoung started considering using him.
“Ok,” he said at last. Wooyoung jumped to his feet and grabbed his hand.
“You’re welcome to watch, Yunho!” Wooyoung called over his shoulder as he dragged Yeosang towards his room.
Yunho looked at the dirty table and shrugged. It wasn’t like Seonghwa would be coming over to yell at them over the mess anytime soon. He followed the sound of Wooyoung’s giggles and Yeosang’s deep laughs.