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Matthew and Gunwook were the only two home that night. They lived in a small house just outside their college town, with their third roommate, Taerae. The place was a bit of a dump, especially given that they didn’t take great care of it, but honestly with the help of Gunwook’s parents, who seemed kind of well-off the one time Matthew had met them, the rent was way cheaper than rent anywhere else would be.
Taerae had finished his final assignments early, so he was already back in his hometown for the break between semesters. Gunwook, to his credit, also finished his final submissions early and his only in-person exam had been scheduled on Monday of exam week, but he stayed to keep Matthew company while Matthew pulled all-nighters and pushed his deadlines until the last possible moment.
Gunwook also stayed to celebrate with Matthew after the term finished. That night, they had gone, together, to a nearby neighbor’s end-of-semester kickback and talked to no one but each other. They nursed cold beers and when Gunwook started to get tipsy and half-lidded, he slipped one of his hands, slightly wet with condensation from the outside of the bottle, underneath the shoulder of Matthew’s tank top to rub at his skin. A piece of Matthew’s hair, which was getting long, fell into his face and Gunwook gently brushed it back into place, stroking where Matthew’s hair had grown out at the nape of his neck.
From across the room, a doe-eyed brunette was staring at Gunwook, checking him out. Matthew couldn’t blame her, he looked good tonight. His hair was pushed up off his forehead and his dark jeans made his legs look impossibly long. His cheeks were flushed pink with intoxication and he laughed easily, hiding his blush behind his hands at Matthew’s bad jokes. Gunwook never noticed she was staring.
A month before, Matthew would have pointed her out to Gunwook, would’ve told him to fuck her, would’ve let Gunwook crawl into his bed at 3am when he got home to tell him about it. That night he didn’t say anything.
Things had changed when they finally started fooling around for real. As much as Matthew tried to stop it, he was getting more possessive of Gunwook every day. They didn’t talk about it at all, except in Gunwook’s weaker, drunker moments when he assured Matthew they were just friends helping each other out. Gunwook didn’t tell him stories like that anymore, although Matthew suspected it was more likely that Gunwook was holding his tongue rather than the possibility he wasn’t doing it anymore. Matthew did, sometimes, miss the curious puppy-dog eyes Gunwook would get when he was unsure exactly which part of his story would make Matthew’s breath hitch.
On the way home they cut through both backyards, leaning on each other heavily as they hopped the fence and trudged through the overgrown back lawn. Just as Matthew reached the top of the stairs leading to their back porch, Gunwook pulled his face roughly into a kiss, pressing his back into the dusty siding of the house next to the screen door. Gunwook pawed desperately at the front of Matthew’s pants. His oversized hand wrapped confidently around Matthew’s cock through his clothes but his breath came in stuttering and shallow against Matthew’s lips when he did.
Matthew reached out to touch him in return and Gunwook squirmed away, avoiding his touch.
“I had too much to drink,” he admitted, hiccuping, “Let me go take a leak first.”
He made a move to nudge past Matthew into the small doorway but the older blocked his movements with his smaller body.
Matthew tried to poke at his stomach, but Gunwook pushed hand away. “Don’t,” he warned.
Matthew moved his hand back quickly. He spread his fingers across Gunwook’s stomach over his t-shirt, just below his belly button, where his bladder was full.
Gunwook gasped, with a soft, breathy inhale and a shudder ran through him as he moaned.
Matthew massaged small circles on his belly, pressing on his taut skin.
Gunwook looked dazed and his eyes were unfocused. He moaned as if Matthew was stroking his cock and not just touching his stomach softly. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to wet my pants,” he warned.
It shouldn’t have turned Matthew on like it did— the way Gunwook’s eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw fell slack.
“Would you do that for me, Puppy?” Matthew teased, letting his hand trail down from Gunwook’s stomach to his mostly-soft cock.
“You know that’s not what I meant,” Gunwook complained breathlessly.
When Matthew pressed on the top his shoulder, Gunwook fell to his knees easily, landing loudly.
“I think there’s something wrong with you,” said Gunwook as he looked up at Matthew.
Matthew supposed it was meant to be teasing, meant to sound dismissive, but it almost sounded like a compliment coming from him.
He reached out to thread his fingers into Gunwook’s dark hair. Scratching his fingers across Gunwook’s scalp behind where his floppy ears would be, Matthew smiled at the way Gunwook leaned into his touch.
“You’re such a sweet puppy. You can’t even be mean.”
As Gunwook shifted his weight subtly side-to-side, the wood planks of the small back porch must’ve been digging uncomfortably into his kneecaps. Matthew couldn’t stop himself from hoping that by the next morning, bruises would form where his weight was pressed. Matthew pulled roughly on his hair and Gunwook moaned loudly, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, sending the older into a fit of giggles.
“Matthew, just let me go inside. It’s not funny,” Gunwook begged.
“But you got me hard,” Matthew pointed out, purposefully readjusting himself with one hand so his bulge was more visible, “I’ll let you back inside after you blow me, Puppy.”
“I’m not joking,” Gunwook whined, “Like, I’ll actually piss my pants.”
He’s stronger than Matthew, anyway, or at least close to it. If he wanted to push him away, tell him to fuck off, and go take a leak in the bushes, he could. Instead, he fidgeted in place as the flush from the alcohol creeped towards his ears. He kept his hands clasped together in front of him, with his wrists pressed against his own cock.
“Oh, are you going to have an accident?,” Matthew teased lightly, “Why would I let a puppy in the house if he’s not housebroken?”
A shudder ran through Gunwook and his eyelids fluttered lightly. His eyes were glassy when he looked back up at Matthew.
“Really, I’m not joking,” he repeated. His voice sounded surprisingly small and thin.
“I know,” Matthew reassured him, petting his hair softly again, “It’s okay if you make a mess, Puppy. I won’t be mad at you. You can’t help it.”
Gunwook whimpered and Matthew tightened his grip on his nape to keep him focused. “Now open your mouth,” Matthew demanded.
Gunwook complied, heavy-lidded, sticking out his tongue just far enough to cover his bottom teeth. Even on his knees, Gunwook was still slightly too tall to reach Matthew’s crotch comfortably, so he sat back on his heels.
Unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, Matthew tugged on Gunwook’s hair with the other. When Gunwook finally got his mouth around Matthew he pushed himself down quickly, trying to press his nose into the short hairs at the base of Matthew’s cock. Wet, choking noises slipped out of his throat as he tried to take the whole thing.
The feeling of the soft back of his throat against the head of Matthew’s cock was almost pure bliss, but it wasn’t quite enough to distract from what he was trying to do. It’s almost good enough for Matthew to forget he cares and fuck down Gunwook’s throat until he chokes, but he was too aware that Gunwook was just trying to get him off before the ticking time bomb of his bladder went off.
Matthew pulled Gunwook off by his hair and a thin stand off his spit stretched between Matthew’s cock and his bruised lips. Gunwook kept his eyes on Matthew’s cock so he went slightly crosseyed as it bobbed in the air in front of him.
“You’re not even going to savor it?” Matthew mocked, “Do you really have to go that badly?”
Gunwook’s cheeks flushed dark and his eyes were shiny with unshed tears. “It hurts,” he complained.
It’s hardly a real complaint, he’s still trying to hold his pout cutely and he hasn’t tried to move an inch.
“I’m not asking you to hold it in, Puppy,” he reminded Gunwook in a sweet voice.
Maybe it’s fucked up, the way he wants to control Gunwook, to own him, turn him inside-out, take him apart and put him back together again. He wasn't sure if Gunwook understood that it came from something deeper than mere lust.
Gunwook moved slower the second time, holding Matthews cock in one hand as sucked the head past his plush lips. He hallowed out his pink cheeks and stroked his soft tongue across the sensitive spot just underneath the head of Matthew’s cock. He let his eyes fall closed as he savored the feeling.
“Fuck,” Matthew cursed under his breath as his hips twitched involuntarily.
Even without whatever it was that Matthew was doing to him tonight, there was something about putting Gunwook on his knees made the younger’s head spin and his thoughts far away and dazed.
As Gunwook moved his head, he didn’t swallow down his own spit, instead letting it leak over his own hand to ease his movements. Matthew’s hips twitched again. All of his usual small whines and whimpers were now vibrating perfectly against Matthew’s skin.
Matthew let himself get lost in the feeling, eyes falling closed.
His mouth felt impossibly hot and soft. His lips, even stretched over his teeth, still felt plush. If Matthew had more of his brain functioning, he would’ve pointed out how slutty it was that Gunwook never stopped tracing his tongue along the underside of Matthew’s cock.
Instead what came out was far more embarrassing— he said, “You’ve gotten really good at that, Puppy,” which only spurred on Gunwook more.
Matthew only opened his eyes again when he felt Gunwook pull his hand back. Overcome by small shakes and shivers, Gunwook let the cock slip from his lips.
“I feel so full, really I—“ he started.
He was so far gone he didn’t even move to wipe the spit off his chin.
“Just a little bit more,” Matthew cooed, feeding his cock past Gunwook’s lips again.
By that point, Gunwook must’ve been louder than Matthew was. He made pretty moans as he bobbed his head, muffled around Matthew. He was squirming, legs pressed together desperately as the fingers of his free hand flexed uselessly.
Regardless, he tried his best to please Matthew, making a show of looking up and making eye contact with the older.
It didn’t happen all at once. Gunwook was trying to fight it off and hold it in, the fact that he was half-hard probably making it easier for him. Regardless, once he started leaking into his pants, he pushed off and sat back, unable to stop the way the wet patch on the front of his clothes grew slowly. His eyes widened in nervousness, in fear, and a jumbled stream of apologies fell out of his mouth.
“—Ahh, I’m sorry, Matthew. I can’t stop, I— Ah, s-sorry. I’m sorry, I—“ Fat tears pearled at the corners of his eyes and his lower lip wobbled pathetically.
He wasn’t able to meet Matthew’s eyes as his gaze darted around anxiously, until Matthew held his chin steady and drew his attention back in.
“You did such a good job, baby,” Matthew assured him, “Always a sweet puppy.”
The tears fell down Gunwook’s cheeks and be pulled in a wet, stuttering inhale, chest shaking with his hiccups. Wiping Gunwook’s pink cheeks, Matthew could feel something in his chest clenching.
“Good boy, Gunwookie,” he praised, “You’d do anything I asked, wouldn’t you?”
Gunwook sniffled, trying to steady his breath. He didn’t say anything, but he blinked up at Matthew with big, glassy eyes. Matthew was so hard it hurt. He stroked himself slowly over the younger, who tracked the movement hungrily.
“I can cum in your mouth, right baby?” he asked. “Good puppies deserve a treat.”
Gunwook’s eyelashes fluttered nearly closed again and he swayed in place, momentarily losing his balance.
“Yeah,” Gunwook agreed, “Anything.”
Matthew pressed two of his fingers into Gunwook’s parted lips and pulled his jaw open roughly. Gunwook got the picture quickly and stuck out his tongue again.
Matthew stroked himself quickly, pulling his foreskin over the head of his cock. It was tempting, in the moment, the desire to cum across Gunwook’s pretty lashes and cheekbones, to miss his waiting mouth entirely, but Matthew couldn’t deny him anything he asked.
He came in thick ropes across his pink mouth, mostly landing on Gunwook’s tongue. Matthew praised Gunwook as he swiped the cum that landed on Gunwook’s lips into his mouth with the side of his thumb, “So beautiful…” and Gunwook whined.
When he pulled back, Gunwook stared at him with wide, innocent eyes, as if he was waiting for Matthew to say something else. Or, at least, his eyes would’ve looked that way had it not been for the dark patch on the front of his pants and how obviously his lips were swollen.
“Do you want to sleep in my bed for tonight?” Matthew asked him simply.