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“Hyung, could you please help me with my first drink? Please?” Gunwook had looked down at him with big, brown, puppy dog eyes and a killer pout.
They were back in their dorm room after a night of celebrating Gunwook’s 21st. Their friend group went out for a nice dinner on Ricky’s’ dime (he had insisted he pay) and had a lovely night exploring downtown together.
Yet while most of the group had drank a little at dinner, Gunwook seemed to refuse anything offered to him.
Usually, Gunwook, Gyuvin, and Yujin wouldn’t drink for their reasons. Gyuvin didn’t really like drinking much and Gunwook and Yujin still weren’t of age. But he had made a point of wanting to drink with his hyungs when he could. It was something he was looking forward to.
So when he finally had the chance to do so and didn’t take it, Matthew felt it was off, especially when the drinks were free for him.
Perhaps this was why. He had wanted Matthew to be the one he drank with. Alone.
And with sparkling eyes and a pout like that, who was Matthew to deny him that?
He giggled at the much taller boy, “Are you sure?”
Gunwook nodded, almost a bit shy.
Matthew smiled, a plan forming in his head, “Alright, go shower and get comfy. I’ll go get the alcohol.” He reached high for his hair and ruffled it, playing with the silky black locks to tease him.
The boy nodded again, more confidently this time, and made a sound of acknowledgment. He turned with determination in his step and quickly went to grab his clothes and shower basket. He was out of the room in mere seconds.
The eagerness in his movements made Matthew laugh aloud. He was really enthusiastic about drinking with him, wasn’t he?
The youngers reaction made Matthew curious about how alcohol might make him act.
Would he get emotional and cry while sharing his life story? Maybe he’d giggle and start telling secrets or gossip? Would he get sleepy and immediately nap?
Or maybe, just maybe, he’d be like Matthew when he drank. Passionate, clingy, touchy, just a bit horny. His face would be firetruck red, a blush rivaling Matthew’s own. He’d get close to him, hug him like a koala hugs trees, and hold him till the two dozed off into the night.
He shook the thought from his mind.
While the night was still young, he ran to the nearest liquor store by campus.
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In the liquor store aisle, Matthew was…conflicted to say the least.
There were so many different types of alcohol to go with and he had no idea what would be the best for Gunwook.
He couldn’t do any crazy drinks. Sure, maybe a tequila sunrise would be good, but logistically, what would he do with a bottle of grenadine after that? He couldn’t do any blended drinks; they didn’t have a blender to use. He couldn't do a margarita. What was he gonna do with mint after that? Especially without a shaker. This wasn’t the bar he tended to part-time; this was their dorm.
He needed something simple. A simple liquor and mixer, but a mixer he knew Gunwook would like. A vodka cranberry was a classic, good for first-timers, but he had yet to learn if he even liked cranberry juice. And if he didn’t, it would make taking it down harder and less enjoyable. Plus the cranberry juice would go to waste in the end.
A Cuba libre? No, Gunwook preferred zero coke over regular coke. Matthew may be biased here, but he’s found a zero coke with rum was less enjoyable than a normal sugary coke with it.
Something sweet, preferably a juice, that he would enjoy: juice and vodka. While vodka was strong, it didn’t have many combatting flavors and was versatile. He grabbed a bottle of the usual house vodka at his bar.
For juice, he thinks back to his birthday brunch months ago. Many of the group got mimosas with less than a drop of orange juice and water on the side.
Matthew remembers his own mimosa, which was 90% champagne and 10% juice like the others. Gyuvin and Ricky had gotten strawberry mango smoothies, Yujin got fresh orange juice, and Gunwook…
With his mind made up, he grabbed the vodka, his juice of choice, and a tiny shot glass decorated with cute foxes, then ran to the register.
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Matthew opened the door, bag in hand, to see Gunwook sitting by a coffee table in the middle of the floor.
He had changed into gray sweatpants, a white tank top, and thick, black-framed glasses. His face was freshly washed, and his hair was down and free. He immediately looked at Matthew at the door, lighting up and standing to help assist his hyung.
The coffee table normally sat in front of their small couch in the corner of the room. Still, he had taken everything off it (from manga volumes to Pokémon plushies), and carefully relocated them to Matthew’s bed.
Half of the dorm's lights had been turned off, leaving the room dimly lit.
Gunwook carefully took the bag from his hand and placed it on the coffee table, then went back to Matthew and gently grasped his wrist as he walked him to the opposite side of the table before them.
Matthew couldn’t help but laugh, giggling as he sat down and shed the hoodie he put on earlier after his shower, revealing a tight black tank top to match his black basketball shorts.
The two sat crisscrossed on the carpeted floor beneath them, different pieces of clothes strewn about from their night out. They really should clean up this mess in the morning.
The gentle giant across from him had already dug into the bag and started taking its contents out.
“Woah, vodka?” Gunwook held the bottle with care, a look of surprise on his face.
“Beer tastes like shit, I definitely wasn’t getting that for your first.” Matthew sighed as his muscles relaxed, leaning back on his palms, “Wanted it to at least taste half-decent.”
Gunwook nodded, setting it on the table carefully before pulling out the other bottle in the bag. As he looked at it, Matthew quickly grabbed the shot glass inside and took the empty bag off the table, folding it neatly before laying it on the floor beside him.
“Vodka and pineapple juice? Are you just gonna mix them?” His head tilted like a curious puppy.
“Mhm!” He smiled a little, grabbing the vodka before him and the shot glass, “A vodka pineapple should be a good start. The juice helps mask the flavor. Not fully, but enough.” He looked at the table, “Oh shit, I forgot to get the cups-“
“I’ll get them!” Gunwook sat up fervently, nearly running to the cups they kept at their small kitchenette.
“Could you grab some ice and a spoon too if you can?”
“Of course, hyung!”
The enthusiasm made Matthew smile again. He seemed so excited that he could only hope tonight would be an enjoyable experience for him.
“Just wanna ask one more time, you’re absolutely sure-“
“1,000 percent, hyung.”
Gunwook sat down, setting down a set of plastic pokémon themed cups they had found on sale a few months back, a small cup of ice from the same set, and a spoon. As college students living off ramen and iced lattes, sale items were lifesavers, okay?
Matthew opened the vodka and grabbed the new shot glass, quickly filling it with the strong liquor. Then he took the two empty cups, Pikachu and Snorlax-themed, and put some ice in both of them. He dumped the vodka in the Pikachu cup and made another shot of vodka for the Snorlax one.
Admittedly, he put a bit less liquor in the glass for Gunwook’s. He could always add more later if he were okay with it.
Noticing this, his roommate pouted, “Why do you get more?”
Shushing him, Matthew replied, “You can get more later.”
His roommate seemed a bit too passionate about this. It was his first time drinking alcohol, especially strong liquor. He needed some patience so he didn’t instantly gag upon drinking it.
The fox-like boy went back to making the two of them drinks.
Swiping the bottle of pineapple juice, he gave it a quick shake before cracking the cap off. He then filled the cups up the rest of the way with the sweet juice, stirring their drinks with the spoon and sliding the Snorlax cup toward Gunwook once he was done. He closed the bottle and set it off to the side with the vodka.
Taking his own cup in hand, he looked up and made eye contact with the boy across from him.
Despite having asked for more alcohol earlier (in a rather sulky manner), he looked apprehensive now that he was faced with the drink.
He was nervous, hands shaking slightly. The boy avoided eye contact, looking down at his drink instantly. He grabbed it with one hand, leaving his other on the table pressed flat.
Matthew frowned. What if he just said he wanted more alcohol to impress his hyung? Maybe he just wanted to impress him this entire time. He looked scared shitless now, as if worried entirely about what Matthew will think of him.
He reached forward and placed his hand on Gunwook’s free one. With his thumb swiping back and forth in a comforting manner, he adopted a soothing tone as he spoke, “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to, hyung won’t mind.”
Gunwook closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked into Matthew’s eyes. He had a newfound determination in them, giving a darker tint to his gaze. Matthew almost gasped at the change, he’d never seen such a gaze on him before.
“We’re drinking tonight, stop asking.”
His tone was serious but not annoyed. He wasn’t upset or angry, just stern. Gunwook wanted to drink tonight, and he was determined to no matter what. It didn’t matter if he was nervous; he was going to drink with Matthew.
Point taken.
With a smirk, Matthew raised his glass, “Let’s get to it then.”
Mirroring him, Gunwook raised his, “To us.”
It's an interesting thing to dedicate the cheers to, especially on his birthday.
“To us.” Matthew took his class and clinked it against Gunwook’s. Well, it's more like he bumped it. Plastic didn’t necessarily clink the way glass did, but it was the thought that counted.
He raised the drink to his lips and took a large swig of the vodka pineapple, gulping it down speedily and sighing at the feeling of it going down.
The pineapple was refreshing and sweet, perfect for their hot dorm room with air conditioning they couldn’t seem to get lower than 75 degrees. While the taste of the vodka was still prominent, the glasses were pretty short, after all, it was a refreshing enough drink for the taste to be ignored.
He looked to Gunwook as he brought the cup to his juicy lips, taking a few soft sips. It took a moment to gauge his reaction, but the funny look on his face said enough.
Matthew started smiling at the look. He couldn’t help it, it was so cute to see him squirm just a little.
“Thoughts?”
Gunwook cleared his throat, wiping the look off his face, “The pineapple’s nice, really sweet.”
“And the vodka?”
“It’s,” he paused in the middle of the sentence as if trying to find the proper way to describe it. He ends up settling on “…certainly a taste.”
After a moment of silence, Matthew giggled. As he looked at the boy, who started giggling with him, the duo's snickering began to rise in volume.
They couldn’t seem to stop giggling as they kept sipping on their drinks, making silly conversation along the way.
Still giggling, Matthew spoke, “Did you have to bring the pokémon cups? It makes you look too cute.”
The puppy-like boy replied, “Of course, they make you look adorable.” His mega-watt smile stretched his cheeks, a blush making its way to his face.
“Were you still wanting more alcohol for the next one?” Matthew raised his brows. He was genuinely curious if Gunwook thought he could handle a full shot. Matthew ended up giving him a half shot, if he were to measure it properly, and the taste already seemed to bother him a little.
Gunwook took a second to calm down, slowing his giggles and reaching for his glass again. He only seemed to be halfway done.
“Yes please.”
His determination was still as strong as ever.
With a smirk, Matthew chugged the rest of his drink and slammed the cup onto the table, glancing at Gunwook when he finished, “You’ve gotta finish that one first, baby.”
If you asked Matthew why he called him baby in that moment, he’d have no answer for you. It almost felt natural to, a bit too natural maybe.
When he attempted to chug down the rest like Matthew had, he struggled to get it down. He pauses partway through to catch his breath, cringing at the taste on his tongue again. With so much at once, it became harder to ignore.
He looks up at Matthew through his lashes, pouty again. He wasn’t going to get another drink till he finished his one already, if he couldn’t handle half a shot why would he make him one with a full shot?
Gunwook stared at him briefly, as if asking for his new drink.
“You didn’t finish yet, I’m not making you one with a full shot if you can’t handle a half.”
“I can handle it, I can handle it!”
He snatched the cup and finally chugged the rest of it down, a tear or two in his eyes. He slid the cup to Matthew to show it was empty, only the ice remaining. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks somehow even redder.
“Did I do good?”
He patiently waited for Matthew to reply, staring him down as he made him his new drink with a full shot. Matthew quickly made another for himself, stirring them both as he responded to the boy.
“Of course, baby boy, you did great.” He praised him as he slid the cup back to Gunwook, gauging his reaction once again.
The nickname seemed to affect him as he grabbed the cup and immediately tipped his head back, drinking as much as he could in one go.
A low whine filled the room, along with the sound of heavy gulps. Gunwook held onto the table tightly, closing his eyes and focusing on getting the drink down.
Matthew sat in shock. It was like a spell came over him, possessing him to drink as much as he could in as short a time he could manage. He didn’t even stop to taste the difference the full shot made. Just sat back and took the whole thing.
He paused halfway through the cup, coughing as he set his drink down. His breathing became labored again, echoing in the small room.
The air in the room had changed.
It was starting to affect Matthew. The sound of Gunwook whining while chugging his drink, the hand clutching the table, the need to be good and praised.
He’d never seen him like this before. So eager to please, so keen to do anything his hyung wanted him to do. And yet, so eager to impress and prove him wrong.
He looked to Matthew once he’d calmed down a bit, swallowing and letting out a breath he probably hadn’t realized he was holding.
Gunwook wanted his 3rd drink.
Matthew hadn’t even started his 2nd.
Rather than sip his own drink, he took the shot glass and poured a new shot of vodka into it, downing it in seconds. He chased it with a swig of his vodka pineapple, as if more vodka would help with the taste.
After his shot, the two just stared at each other, waiting for the other to do what he wanted. Gunwook wanted another, and Matthew wanted him to finish his 2nd.
“Finish your drink if you want a 3rd so badly, Gunwook.”
“Only if you make it a double.”
There was no fucking way.
He struggled with half a shot. He just struggled with a full shot. And now he wanted 2 full shots of vodka in his drink? Was he out of his mind?
Matthew felt he needed to test that, to make sure he was in his right mind, before he gave him two shots in his third drink of the night.
He squinted his eyes, “What’s your name?”
Gunwook rolled his, “Park Gunwook.”
“Birthday?”
“January 10th, today.”
“My name?”
“Seok Matthew, May 28th.”
Good so far. He was still hesitant, feeling like too much was going on.
“Hyung, I promise I’m okay. I’ll finish this one, but please can I get a double after this?”
Fuck, there goes the pouty lips again. They quickly became Matthew’s weakness. He had a hard time saying no to him when he was pouting. And he knew he did too. Both of them struggled when the other started pouting.
But Matthew couldn’t bring himself to pout in return. Yes, they both pouted a lot and they were each other's weakness in that regard. But a pouting contest? Gunwook would win it.
He sighed, relenting, “Fine,” Gunwook’s pout broke immediately, a wide smile and giggle replacing it, “But finish the drink.”
With the same fervor as before, he grabbed his glass and chugged the rest down, a smirk still playing on his lips as he did. The alcohol seemed to be going down a lot easier for him all of a sudden.
Matthew took his own vodka pineapple and added an extra shot since he hadn’t drank much from it. Then he poured one more shot, his third of the night, and downed it as Gunwook slammed his cup down for more.
Rather than refill the Snorlax glass, Matthew slid over his Pikachu glass for Gunwook to drink out of.
Gunwook paused, raising his eyebrows, “What about your drink?”
“I’m good with my shots, didn’t wanna waste that one.” He shot him a reassuring smile.
And if somewhere, deep in his buzzy mind, Matthew wanted to see Gunwook squirm from the taste while using his cup, that was between him and God—or whatever god was in the room right now—because surely this was some sort of religious experience.
With a nod, Gunwook took a sip of his new drink.
Where had the confidence gone all of a sudden? No more chugging? No more whining as he tried his best to get a drink down? Matthew couldn’t help feeling slight disappointment for a moment.
This time, the boy's reaction was much stronger. He instantly put the glass back down and coughed at the strong taste. His face scrunched up, and he gripped the table again.
“Fuck, that’s strong!” He breathed through his teeth, a slight hissing noise filling the room.
Matthew knew he probably wouldn’t be able to handle it, so he didn’t want to force the younger man to drink it all. “You don’t have to drink more, Gunwookie. You already did a really good job! You drank two, that’s really good for your first time.”
Gunwook stayed quiet, staring at the table below him contemplatively.
He reached his hand over and placed it on top of Gunwook’s, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand to soothe him again.
“We can just head to bed if you want. It’s been a long night.”
A beat of silence filled the room.
He seemed almost shy, bashful as he replied “I wanna finish this one, hyung.”
Yet the boy struggled to pick up the cup and drink from it again. He was dead set on finishing his double vodka pineapple, just as he had been all night—eager to please, eager to impress, eager to prove his hyung wrong.
A thought made its way to the forefront of Matthew’s mind.
Leaning back on his palms, he looked Gunwook’s way with a mischievous expression. “Would you like hyungs help, Gunwookie?”
He'd admit the suggestion was a bit raunchy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The whimpering boy in front of him was getting more difficult to resist.
Without looking back up, the boy nodded again.
“With your words, baby boy.” Matthew’s tone had gotten slightly deeper, lower as the words came out. He swallowed air, a shallow breath leaving him.
“Please hyung,” There was the whine again, “please help me.”
They finally made eye contact again, and the desperation in Gunwook's eyes was evident. The air in the room had become almost stifling, and the two were burning hot, staring at each other with heavy gazes.
Matthew tried to take deep breaths, but they came out as shallow. He mentally prepared himself for what was coming next, knowing he needed to keep some semblance of self-control.
He slowly picked himself up off the floor, stretching once he was standing fully, and grabbed a nearby pillow. If the pillow just so happened to be Gunwook’s Haikyuu pillow, he wouldn’t notice till later.
Gunwook watched him the entire time, barely blinking.
He set the pillow next to Gunwook's side and got on his knees, giving him a little bit of height over the boy still sitting crisscrossed next to him.
Carefully picking up the cup from the table, he glanced down at the boy beneath him. He was almost entranced, eyes sparkling with even more desperation than before.
Carding a hand through the younger’s hair, the older spoke, “If it gets to be too much, or you need a break, just tap me 3 times. Okay?”
Another nod, but nodding wasn’t good enough for this. He needed explicit confirmation, he needed to know he’d be alerted when this went from enjoyable to unbearable.
“Words.”
“Okay, hyung.” If Gunwook was a little whiny before, surely by now he was nearly moaning.
With a gentle touch, Matthew placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back lightly till his hands were on the carpet, holding himself up. He then let his arm wrap around his shoulder, bringing the two closer.
Matthew took hold of his jaw, putting light pressure on the youngers jaw hinge to encourage him to open his mouth. He complied, opening it just a little while he glanced through his lashes.
Bringing the cup to Gunwook’s lips, specifically the part of the cup Matthew’s lips had been on when he drank earlier, he gently tipped it forward and watched the boy drink.
Gunwook took in a sharp intake of air, his eyes staying lightly hooded as he looked to his hyung. Light moans and whimpers found their way through his throat, moving past the sound of swallowing as he wriggled and squirmed in Matthew’s arms.
The oldest couldn’t help but be entranced by the sight before him. It felt addicting seeing him like this, mewling and writhing beneath him just to impress his hyung.
But he felt he could handle more than the small sips and kitten licks he was getting. He could take it, surely he could.
His grip on his jaw hinge tightened, opening his mouth more, “You can take more, can’t you?”
By now, Matthew was hard in his basketball shorts, his boxers incredibly tight and uncomfortable. His attempt to keep self control was failing, but with such a tall, handsome person whining beneath him could you truly blame him?
He tipped the cup more, a heavier stream of vodka pineapple coming out. “Good boy.”
A high-pitched moan left the boys mouth, his arm reaching to grip Matthew’s thigh next to him. His glasses began slipping down his nose, but he didn’t care one bit. He was too busy gulping down his drink and whining aloud.
A few tears left his eyes, teardrops collecting on his long lashes and blocking his view of his hyung.
The grip on his thigh became tighter, but he had yet to tap 3 times like they had agreed on, so Matthew kept going.
He tipped the cup more and more as they reached the bottom of it, making the boy finish his drink fully without stopping like he had the past 2 times.
Once the cup was empty, Gunwook ripped it out of his hand, slammed it on the table, and grabbed Matthew’s face before deeply kissing him.
The grip on his jaw dropped as he moaned into his mouth, the taste of pineapple and vodka coating it.
The younger licked past his lips desperately, like he was starving and all too ready to completely consume him.
Matthews arm around him went limp as he brought his other arm to meet it, letting his arms rest over Gunwook’s shoulders.
Gunwook brought him closer, as close as he could in such a position, and played with Matthew’s bottom lip, teasing him with light bites.
He moaned at an extra rough bite of his chapped lips, his mouth opening more for his dongsaeng.
This didn’t seem to be enough for him, causing him to grip Matthew’s jaw hinge just like Matthew had gripped his. He put pressure there as he leaned back a little, looking into his hyungs lust-filled eyes.
“You can take more, can’t you?”
His voice was rough, deeper than before. He’d gone from high-pitched, breathy moans to low groans. And just like that, he went back in for more.
Matthew moaned at how dirty it all felt, saliva slowly dripping down Gunwook's chin, tinged yellow from the fruity drink. He found himself whimpering like the other had been earlier, begging for more. Eager to please and impress, of course.
But the angle was starting to annoy him. He needed to be closer, he needed them to be so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and Gunwook began.
He swung his leg over Gunwook’s, sitting himself over the boys lap and pressing them chest to chest.
That’s when he felt Gunwook’s own bulge, hard and throbbing under his own issue.
The slight brush of the two stunned them, both breaking apart just to let out noisy moans that their neighbors probably weren’t too happy to hear. But neighbors were the least of their concerns right now.
Their foreheads met as Gunwook’s arms naturally found their way to Matthew’s waist, instantly looking for the bottom of his tank top so he could find his way under the fabric.
This was something he’d already loved doing in the past. Gunwook seemed infatuated with the feeling of Matthew’s skin under his hands. Whether it was regular hugging, the occasional cuddle while watching tv, or even just while standing by each other, he loved Matthew’s smooth skin.
Yet the feeling was completely different than usual, the platonic nature from before out the window and replaced with pure desire.
Rather than go back in for his lips, he tugged on Matthew’s shirt. A simple little pull to get his message across while asking simultaneously.
Matthew released him from his arms and raised them in the air, too lazy to take off his own shirt.
Gunwook, with a speed like the Flash, shed the shirt off him and threw it into the recesses of the room. His arms found their way to his now bare waist while his lips began peppering kisses all over his neck, light and romantic.
They tickled his skin, Matthew giggling at the sensation. The boys' smiles against his skin were invigorating.
Something about the slight romanticism and domesticity of it all brought butterflies to his stomach, mixing with the coil of heat already building in his gut. Little kisses, first drinks, and soft smiles mixed with light grinding, heavy make-outs, and begging whimpers. It's the perfect combination if you were to ask him.
He brought a hand to his hair and played with the younger’s black hair, lifting him off his neck just a little to look into his eyes.
“You’re doing so good, baby boy.”
Gunwook’s whiny nature made it way back, whimpering at the praise.
Matthew made a note to praise him often, especially if it made him like this. Whiny, compliant, and practically pleading for more.
He ruminated on the nickname, desperation back in his gaze. But he had stopped entirely, like he was trying to control himself from being that way.
That was the last thing Matthew had wanted. “Why’d you stop, baby?”
The boy's eyes were getting watery, a pout slowly returning to his lips. But Matthew wasn’t falling for it.
“Hyung wants you to whine for him, Gunwookie,”
His grip on his hair tightened, tilting the boy's head back. Gunwook let out a whine just like his hyung had wanted. Matthew wanted more.
“Now be a good boy for hyung.”
He tilted his head farther till his neck was fully displayed, revealing a line of saliva running down it. In a bold move, likely brought to his mind by the vodka, Matthew pressed his tongue to the end of the line and ran his tongue up the path from his chin, savoring the flavor.
Pineapple flavored, of course.
A high-pitched moan was ripped from Gunwook’s throat, his hips rutting up to meet Matthew’s. Matthew groaned at the contact, begging for more.
Instead of letting Matthew kiss into his mouth again, his grip on his waist tightened and his lips found their way to his collarbone, directly over a set of moles there.
With a firm grip on his waist, Gunwook started rutting into Matthew. He used this grip to grind him down into him, the two meeting deliciously.
Gunwook was nipping, biting, and sucking his collarbone, stifling his cries from the stimulation. His nails were starting to dig into his flesh, leaving marks for a future Matthew to tend to.
Tears were streaming down his cheeks, landing on Matthew’s chest as he pathetically claimed his collarbone.
An extra rough bite was placed directly over one of the moles, the pain making him think he could’ve possibly drawn blood. He didn’t care, grasping his hair even tighter with a loud sigh.
Matthew was biting his lip to try and suppress his noises, focusing on the feeling of Gunwook’s teeth and their frotting while shutting his eyes.
Once again, he needed more.
It was getting hard to get a good angle on their grinding, difficult to find more friction. He found himself pressing himself down as hard as possible and as fast as possible to try and remedy this, but it wasn’t enough.
Gunwook brought his lips back to his own, one hand reaching for Matthew’s chest. He squeezed his peck hard, playing with his nipple between his pointer and thumb. He was slowly leaning forward, bringing his back to hit the coffee table before them.
The friction was a bit better now, but still just not enough. Gunwook was whining, crying as his thrusts became shorter and faster. It didn’t help, just making the two more desperate.
The younger got fed up, throwing caution to the wind as he took Matthew by his waist and manhandled it. Lifting him off his lap, he laid him on the carpet below them and climbed onto him himself.
The loss annoyed Matthew, making him open his eyes and stare up at Gunwook.
To say he looked fucked out would be an understatement. His hair was an absolute mess, thanks to yours truly, and his gray sweatpants had a visible wet spot from pre-cum, leaking through his boxers. His glasses were now on the tip of his nose, ready to fall off at any second.
Gunwook grabbed his glasses and threw them to the side, running a hand through his hair and licking at some of the sweat on his upper lip.
He swiped some of the dripping sweat off his forehead, sighing before taking one of Matthew’s legs in his hand and slotting himself between the two.
Matthew cursed at the feeling of the two finally making good contact with each other, closer than ever before, “Fuck!” His head fell back to the carpet.
The leg was slung over Gunwook’s shoulder as he began grinding against him again, loud whines filling the room, “Hyung~!”
Their rutting got faster and harder, the two desperately chasing as much friction as they could get with their boxers and bottoms in the way.
Matthew let his mind wander, imagining what it would be like without their layers. How Gunwook would fuck him into his twin-sized bed just like this, his leg raised high in the air and thighs spread apart for him. How he’d hit the right angle over and over again, fucking him like it was his life’s mission.
How the entire time Gunwook would be begging, whining, full-on sobbing for his hyung beneath him. Desperately fucking into him like the dog he was.
Wanting nothing more than to be his hyungs good boy.
He felt his orgasm getting closer, the coil in his gut growing so tight it was hard not to let it burst. His eyes opened and looked to the boy above him
Gunwook sobbed, sniffling through his whines as he got closer and closer to falling apart. He met Matthew’s eyes, swallowing air and heavily breathing to find his words, “Matthew hyung, please! I’ve been a good boy for Hyung, please let me cum!”
And with watery eyes and whines like that, who was Matthew to deny him?
Matthew reached for Gunwook’s jaw, bringing him down so they were face to face. Pressing his jaw again, he opened the boy's mouth.
“Cum for your hyung, baby. You’ve been such a good boy.”
Gunwook nearly shouted at that, “Matthew hyung!”
Reaching in for a deep kiss, the two collided as they both reached their climax, moaning each other's names into their mouths.
Matthew could feel his cum in his boxers as he spasmed against Gunwook, but was surprised to feel Gunwook’s through his boxers, his sweatpants, Matthew’s shorts, and Matthew’s boxers too.
The boy whined as they stained each other in white, chasing out his high with a few more thrusts against the older.
In a daze, Matthew gave him one more peck on the lips before Gunwook slipped out of his spot between his thighs and leaned against the coffee table.
Matthew sat up beside him, heavily breathing in sync with him as they caught their breath.
To believe this all happened thanks to a pineapple-mixed drink was a little hard. It took a simple night of drinking to break the sexual tension that had been building up for months now, changing their lives forever.
Vodka Pineapple’s might’ve been miracle workers.
Speaking of…
Out of curiosity, and before Gunwook’s cum fully soaked into the fabric of his boxers and pants, Matthew reached into his boxers.
Tears came out from overstimulation, but no tapping.
Matthew took a dollop of cum leftover from his climax and pulled it out of the youngers’ boxers, bringing it to his lips and popping his finger in his mouth.
Gunwook looked at him in shock, lust coming back to his eyes at the sight.
He hummed at the taste, sweeter than cum tended to be, “It really does work, doesn’t it?”
Matthew giggled, swinging his leg back over his lap.
“My good boy can take more for hyung, right?”
His hand went to Gunwook’s cheek, cradling it gently,
“Can’t you?”
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