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"Are you a top or a bottom?"
Hamin choked. Water splashed everywhere, even reaching the console in his hands. Ah ... it's Hyung's, though. He stopped playing the game, turning his head to the side—toward the silver-haired man sitting on the chair, legs crossed. Their eyes met, and Hamin hoped to find an answer to his confusion. "All of a sudden?"
Eunho shrugged, eyes back on the screen where his character had already won. "I'm a top," he said, tone flat.
Lips curled into a smirk, Hamin's voice came out teasing. "Yeah? Are you?"
"I am! Well, I haven't done it yet, but I'm pretty sure!"
It was clear that the hyung was pissed, which only urged Hamin to taunt him even more. "So brave for a cherry."
That smirk alone was enough to make Eunho boil. Like a player trapped in a relentless game of truth or dare, he braced himself—ready to take on any challenge thrown his way. "Why—do you need a proof?!"
The younger answered nonchalantly, his eyes curling into crescent moons, "sure, show me."
There he was, digging his own grave. "H-How?" Eunho froze. A sudden dryness caught his throat—it was hard even to swallow.
Hamin smiled, friendly on the surface—but it only sent a sharper chill down Eunho’s back. "Be my top. If I don't react, I'm gonna give you a pretty good lesson."
At that time, Eunho wanted to turn back time and erase that cheeky behavior of his. He'd never even touched a woman, let alone dealt with a man—one buffer than him at that. But as a person who kept calling himself a wolf, of course, there was no way back. After all, no wolf would turn away from their prey—especially when the prey offered itself up to be devoured.
Or so he thought.
It had been almost thirty minutes, and Eunho was still pinning the younger—licking his neck and spreading his bite marks all over the tan skin. Yet the guy didn't react, not even the slightest. Instead, he let out tiny giggles, amused by the hyung's effort.
"Ah, Hyung, at this rate I'm getting sleepy."
Of course, he was lying. Truthfully, he enjoyed it—so much, he had to control himself not to get hard. For someone who'd never made a move on either a man or a woman, Do Eunho did the foreplay perfectly. Must've been learning from porns, huh.
Eunho raised his head, a pout carved on that face. It cost him nothing but his pride—so he crouched down, tongue out, ready to explore the limp cock in front of him. "Just wait, you kitten!"
Hamin flinched as something sharp touched his sleeping penis. He sat up, fingers threading through the silver strands. "Be careful with your fangs."
"And if I don't want to?" Eunho asked, head tilted up, eyes gazing into the dark emerald eyes that began to glow. He smirked, pulling down Hamin's pants and pressing his lips onto the cock. It wasn't long until the cock twitched, waking up from its peaceful sleep. "Heh, good morning, Dear."
Every touch of his tongue forced Hamin to draw a deeper breath. And as if Terra had ran out of oxygen, he groaned, desperate to fill his lung. "Fffuck, Hyung," low moans slipped from him, his fingers wove through the silver strands, guiding him to sink down further.
Eunho wasn't ready, but Hamin's cock didn't wait. He coughed hard as it caught in his throat, tapping frantically on Hamin's thighs, begging for release. The moment his hair was freed, he pulled away, clutching his throat with tears spilling down his cheeks.
It was his first time giving head—and to be honest, it terrified him a little.
"You okay, Hyung? I'm sorry." Hamin leaned in and pulled the older onto his lap, brows furrowed in concern. With tender fingers, he brushed the tears away. "Does it hurt? I'm sorry, really," he repeated, his thumb stroking the pale throat before him, tracing the curve of the Adam's apple.
Before the other could reply, Hamin leaned in and pressed a tender kiss there, leaving him frozen in surprise. Yet he stayed still, not pushing the younger to get off of his neck. Eventually, what began as a mere peck deepened, growing heavier with every shift, until their breaths tangled—caught, intensifying with each heartbeat.
Seeing no sign of refusal, Hamin pressed deeper—his tongue gliding over tender skin, teeth grazing down until a low moan escaped the older's lips.
And before Eunho even realized it, he'd already fallen—pinned beneath the tall, black-haired man. His eyes widened, surprised. "W-Why am I—"
That mouth was devoured by a kiss steeped in hunger and lust. Hamin forced his tongue in, asking the other's to dance. Once he was satisfied, he pulled away, and a smirk carved on his face. "Well, weren't you failed earlier? It's time to teach you a good lesson."
Eunho, breathless and weak, tried to crawl out—only to be caught by a larger, firmer hand. "L-Let go," he said, voice shaking.
"Are you sure? I won't be a bad dongsaeng and stop if that's what you want, but your little guy right here seems to ask for the opposite." Hamin reached for the hardened length underneath him, stroking it gently, drawing flinches from the other's body.
Meanwhile, Eunho clicked his tongue, his blush rising all the way to his ears, while hiding half his face behind a hand. "... You take responsibility, then."
The black-haired man smiled, eyes lighting up in excitement. "Of course, my hyung." He pulled down Eunho's pants, getting a stiff penis out of its tight cage. A smirk bloomed on his face as he slid down, ready to savour what was served in front of him.
He brought the cock into his mouth, his tongue enjoying every inch of it—how it tasted, how the curve fit in his mouth, how the veins underneath the thin skin tickled his tongue. He chuckled softly, gazing at Eunho who was now groaning in pleasure. You got a nice dick, Hyung. If only you have a girlfriend, I'm sure she'll be more than happy to serve you. There was a sharpness in his eyes, and his hand gripped the other's firmly. But no, you're mine, Hyung.
Eunho shook his hand, trying to pull away from the younger's grip—only to tighten it even more. "P-Pull out, Hamin-ah, I'm, ngh, c-close!"
Just like an obedient cat, Hamin did like he was told—pulled away from the cock. He went up, pressed his body onto the other's, hand grabbing both cocks and rubbing them together. Deep groans escaped him as Eunho moaned through ragged breaths. He locked that mouth again, connecting their souls through the kiss, letting the silver-haired man melt beneath him. It wasn't long until the hyung burst in his hand, triggering his own climax—and without he realized, he'd already moved toward the face underneath him, rubbing his cock faster until it shot a load there, leaving Eunho in a mess.
White spurts stained his face and belly, while tears rolled down his cheeks. Eunho stared blankly at the clock, his vision blurring as drowsiness slowly took over. It's ... midnight already.
The moment he snapped back to reality, Hamin grabbed some tissues, wiping his own semen on that handsome face of his hyung. His low voice begged for an apology as Eunho started crying, "I went too far, I'm sorry. Don't cry, hm?"
Perhaps he was terrified, or maybe it was his pride that was hurt. Whatever that was, Eunho admitted how crazy it felt.
And he hated it.
He hated how Hamin's tender touch soothed him, how that hand held his cock until he came, and how that mouth explored every inch of him. Just the thoughts of it made him blush and helpless—how could he let himself melt under the guy younger than him?
"Hyung, you're ... hard again."
Eunho snatched a pillow, bringing it over his reddened face. "Ugh, shut up!" His leg flailed on the bed, drawing giggles from the younger.
"What are you so embarrassed about, hm?" Hamin leaned in, his voice deep and low, "just submit and be honest with your body, Hyung. I promise it won't betray you."
A shiver crawled up Eunho's spine as something wet touched his rim. He was about to fight back, but Hamin's words echoed in his mind—and so, he gave in, letting his head go blank until only lust remained. Ugh, screw it.
Hamin paused in confusion when the hyung showed no sign of resistance. "Hyung? Are you still there?" A sigh of relief escaped him as the other guy hummed in response. So he finally surrenders? How cute.
Not wanting it to be a waste, he spread down the semen on Eunho's belly, using it as a lubricant as he gently bringing in his middle finger to the twitching hole. Feeling how tight the hole was, he leaned in, his other hand stroking the silver hair. "Open up for me, Hyung," he softly spoke, smooching the hand that gripped tight onto the pillow.
Seconds later, Eunho threw it away, exposing his red face for the younger to see—to admire him, to enjoy his beauty. The lips slightly parted, the once fierce gaze now softened into doe eyes, tears welling at the corners.
Oh, well, wasn't that the face of someone begging to be ruined?
"Kiss me."
Hamin swallowed dry. Two words, enough to shatter his sanity. He leaned in, sucking on the trembling lip beneath him, and as the kiss deepened, the tightness gave away, allowing his finger to slide in.
Low groans turned into loud moans. Hands grabbing on the black hair. Legs spread wide, hanging in the air. Eunho flinched as another finger was slipped in, and he nearly felt it. Still, it wasn't enough. He craved more—something bigger, thicker, to fill him up, to satisfy his hunger.
And Hamin understood—he read his hyung like a book. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them into his mouth, and sucking them like a lollipop. "Everything about you taste sweet, Hyung." He brought one leg over his shoulder, pressing the other on the bed, then tapping his hardened length onto the hungry hole before him. "I'm going in, okay? Tell me if it hurts."
Eunho said nothing, just giving a weak nod. His head spun, shivers running down his spine as something thick entering him. He grabbed the bedsheets like he was holding onto life. His back arched, legs kicking in the air—Hamin's size was no joke, and he just came to realize it. "Pull out! Hngh, it hurts!"
Hamin hugged the leg—held it tightly, stroked it gently. He pressed a kiss on the calf, silently calming down the other guy. I'm sorry, Hyung, but there's no way back now. He reached for the stiff cock, slowly rubbing it with the remaining semen on the belly.
"Ah, hngh, Hamin, ngh,"
Again, he surrendered. No matter how hurtful it was, or how bad it embarrassed him, his body never lied—in the end, it loved Hamin's way to play with him.
"Can I move now, Hyung?" the younger asked, his tone soft—not demanding, just raw, affectionate. A smile adorned his face as Eunho nodded, giving him permission to do more. He started moving, pulling in and out gently—afraid if he'd hurt the other. "Ngh, you're choking me here, Hyung. You like it that much, hm?"
Eunho tensed up, biting his lower lip, shutting his eyes tight. He didn't know whether he liked it or not, but he could feel it clearly—the curved up cock that kept poking his heavenly spot. Slowly, the pain disappeared, changed to a pleasure he'd never experienced before. He let Hamin grip on his inner thighs, spreading his legs wide, allowing the dick to go in deeper. His mind went blank, intoxicated by lust.
The once slow and gentle thrusts turned rougher. Every time Hamin pushed in, Eunho's cock leaking clear, wetting the body, making it sexier. "Fuck, so pretty," Hamin cursed, his voice low, sending shivers down Eunho's spine. He pulled his hands, bringing him into his embrace, only to fuck him again—and this time even harder.
Eunho wrapped his hands around the younger's neck. Sometimes, his nails sank into Hamin's back, carving red marks on the tan skin. As the sensation rushed in, he gripped those shoulders tight, his back arching like a bow, and his eyes rolling back, leaving only the whites in view.
Uh-oh, did I just make fountain out of him? Hamin smiled as he swallowed in, knowing Eunho would die in embarrassment if he blurted out. He wiped the white off his chest and licked it clean with slow. "Even your cum tastes great, huh."
Eunho turned away, flustered, his cheeks as red as a tomato. A pout carved on his face, making him look even cuter. "Why would you even lick it, huh. Gross."
"Nothing's gross about you, Hyung. You're the most delicious meal I've ever had." The black-haired man leaned in, and a tender kiss planted on the red cheek.
"I'm not food!"
"Yes, but you're mine."
A whiny voice echoed as Eunho snuggled into the younger's chest, letting his head be patted. When he caught the monitor still displaying the game they'd played earlier, a smirk formed on his lips—an idea just came to mind. "How about one round of Tekken? If I win, I'll be on top."
Hearing that, Hamin nodded without much thinking. "Sounds good, but we play while you're taking me from behind. How's that?"
Eunho was ready to riot when Hamin continued, "wolves always take on every challenge, don't they?"
It shut him down entirely—both his mouth and pride. "... Okay!" Eunho pulled back and snatched the consoles, throwing one to the guy who kept on giggling.
After he took the console, Hamin crawled onto the hyung's back. The exposed bum looked soft—glowing and plump. Like a cat that just found a fish, he licked his upper lip with eyes lit in excitement.
"Ngh, the fuck are you doing?! Let me choose, hah, the character first!" Eunho tried to push back as Hamin forced his cock in. He sighed, pissed.
"Don't worry, I won't move." The younger smiled, patting on the hyung's plump cheek. Hamin only clicked on a random character—unlike the other guy who took forever to choose one. "I'm not playing with my favorite, so you better win, Hyung."
Eunho's pride had been hurt, over and over, but he chose to stay silent and swallow all the surging rage. Just you wait ... I'll definitely crush you!
As soon as the game started, Hamin thrust deep into the tight hole, and Eunho tensed up—back arching, hand reaching behind. "Go on and play, Hyung. I'm just warming up here."
Eunho hissed, his fingers trembling as he struggled to click the console. "Warming up, my ass."
"Exactly."
God damn, since when did he become this annoying?! He pulled a chair and placed his elbows there, thinking it'd help him win—alas, he was too weak to begin with. His fingers lost control over the console's buttons, his head spinning, his eyes blurring with tears. Each thrust the younger gave leaving him in daze, not allowing his mind to function properly.
A smirked bloomed on Hamin's face when his character won without him needing to do much. "Alright, you only have two chances left, Hyung." He slapped the bum before him, leaving a trace of red. He grabbed those silver strands, pulling closer, shoving in deeper. Harder.
On the other side, Eunho could no longer focus. The console slipped from his hands as he gripped the chair—his knees too weak to support him. "Wait, hngh, s-slow down ... I have to p-play, ngh,"
With a heavy breath, Hamin slowed down, finally letting go of the hyung's messy hair. But as soon as Eunho took the console back, he pulled him in his embrace, locking him tight in his arms. He bit his ear, sucking his neck like a vampire, slamming the hole without mercy. He didn't bother with the game anymore—Eunho's moans were far more interesting.
"Ah, Hamin! Hngh, fuck, l-let go!" Again, the console slipped from his hands. Drool rolled down Eunho's chin as Hamin stuffed his fingers into his mouth. His thighs trembled uncontrollably, and white spurts followed. Together with that, "You Lose" flashed across the screen.
He hadn’t even processed what was happening when the younger flipped him over—and by the time he realized, he was already on top, sitting on Hamin's cock that was now sinking deeper inside him. "W-Wait, I just came, what are you gonna do?!"
Hamin brought those hands to his chest, gently intertwining their fingers. "Come on, Hyung, didn't you say you wanna be on top? I let you ride me even though you lost, so go on." He smiled—one that made Eunho want to throw a punch.
Still, no matter how pissed he was, his body wouldn't let him act much. Forgot about taking a revenge, he couldn't even feel his limb anymore.
And because of that, he was ready to abandon his pride.
He leaned in, cheek resting on the broad chest underneath him. The fierce red eyes turned doe, lips curving into a pout. "Haminie, Hyung is tired now. Let's just get you cum and then go to sleep, hm?"
Ah, screw it.
His hole was wrecked—Hamin slammed in like a maniac. He bit his shoulder, avoiding the moans from slipping—yet in the end, lewd voices managed to escape him. He reached for those black strands as Hamin sucked on his bud. His head spun, dizzy. Have I gone crazy? I feel nothing down there, but it feels ... amazing!
Their eyes met, then their lips—locked, sealed, tongues dancing in pleasure. They exchanged saliva, tasting each other's lips, drowning by lust, craving for more.
"Can I come inside?" Hamin asked, his voice low. When he saw Eunho nod weakly, he let his eyes fall shut, enjoying every twitch his hyung made.
Seconds later, he opened his heavy eyes, slowly looking up at the clock—and just then did he realize that almost two hours had passed. No wonder Hyung was being whiny. Hamin turned at the one on his chest. "Hyung?" No answer—just soft, low snores. He giggled, half of him felt guilty. It was Eunho's very first sex, yet he went too far. "I'm sorry, Hyung, but it feels great, right?"
Hamin caressed the silver strands. His eyes fixed on the face, admiring it like a majestic relic. A smile formed on his face as he pressed a kiss on the guy's forehead. Slowly, his eyelids fell shut, following the other into dreamland.
How's the lesson, Hyung? Aren't I a good teacher?