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sunoo didn’t mean to say it out loud.
well. technically, he did. he always did. he liked to pretend his thoughts “slipped out” accidentally—especially when those thoughts made his boyfriend look like he was about to spontaneously combust.
they were sprawled together on their bed, both still in loose night clothes, hair damp from quick showers, the air faint with detergent and the vanilla body lotion sunoo insisted sunghoon use because “your skin deserves better than your bare minimum routine, hyung.”
sunghoon was half-reclined against the headboard, long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle, scrolling through his phone with the kind of blank-eyed focus that only came from doomscrolling at its finest. sunoo had draped himself lazily across his chest, half-dead weight and half purposeful cling, idly tracing shapes against the thin cotton of sunghoon’s shirt. a circle. a heart. an “s” that could’ve been for sunoo or sunghoon depending on who you asked.
it was peaceful. soft. safe. the kind of moment sunoo knew sunghoon secretly loved—quiet companionship, no pressure, just music humming low in the background.
so naturally, sunoo took it upon himself to plague his poor boyfriend's mind.
“…what if next time i actually peg you?” he murmured, like he was asking about dinner plans.
at first, he thought sunghoon hadn’t heard him. his thumb paused mid-scroll, hovering over the phone screen, but his face stayed neutral. then he blinked once. twice. slowly turned his head, as if making sure he hadn’t misheard.
“…huh?”
“you know.” sunoo’s tone was airy, casual. “me. pegging you.” he dragged one finger lazily up to sunghoon’s collarbone, then tapped, like pressing a button. “like…what if we went together to buy the stuff?”
the effect was instant and catastrophic.
sunghoon jolted upright so violently that sunoo bounced against his chest, nearly sliding off the bed. “PEG—?! peg ME?!” his voice cracked halfway, horror flashing across his pale face. he looked personally attacked, like sunoo had just proposed murder.
sunoo blinked up at him innocently. big eyes, slow lashes, lips curved with the faintest of smiles. the kind of look that was never actually innocent. “what?”
“‘what?!’” sunghoon repeated, voice climbing an octave. “that’s not—that’s not even remotely—” he waved both hands helplessly, phone forgotten on the sheets. “—on the table!”
“why not?” sunoo tilted his head, feigning curiosity, nails scraping idly against the slope of his collarbone. he dragged them just hard enough to make sunghoon shiver. “it’s not that different from what we already do.”
sunghoon’s jaw dropped. he looked like a man who had been handed three bomb and told to juggle. “it’s COMPLETELY different!”
“mm. not really.” sunoo leaned forward, catlike, poking his boyfriend right in the sternum. “think about it. you already like when i tell you what to do.” another poke, sharp this time. “you like when i hold you down.” his voice dipped, soft and taunting all at once. “you like when i choke you.”
sunghoon made a strangled noise, color rushing to his pretty ears. “th—that’s—not—”
“so logically,” sunoo continued, sweetly merciless, “pegging is just the natural next step.”
the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon’s mouth opened. closed. opened again. no sound came out. his expression cycled through at least four stages of grief before landing on despair. “that’s—” he pointed at sunoo, helpless. “that’s faulty logic!”
sunoo’s smirk was slow, satisfied. “baby, i got an a in debate. don’t test me.”
sunghoon remembers. of course he does. sunoo nearly kissed him into the ground because of the excitement of receiving first place. he groaned like a dying man and collapsed backwards onto the mattress, arm flung dramatically over his face. he stayed there, corpse-still, like maybe if he played dead sunoo would forget what he’d said. unfortunately for him, sunoo was sunoo. sharp eyed, sharp tongued, beautiful sunoo.
curling back against his side, sunoo tucked his chin into the curve of sunghoon’s shoulder, smiling against the fabric of his shirt. he whispered it feather-light, barely audible, the kind of softness that was infinitely worse than teasing.
“think about it. you’d look so good like that.”
sunghoon’s hand slid down his face, uncovering wide, horrified eyes that stared straight at the ceiling like it had all the answers. he didn’t even dare glance at sunoo. he just lay there in silence, pulse hammering, as his boyfriend’s words replayed in his head on a loop.
sunoo doesn’t let up. he never does. when he gets an idea in his head, he turns stubborn down to a fault, no trace of his usually loud yet mellow presence.
“hello?” he waves his hand above sunghoon’s face, then leans down and squints, like he’s inspecting a very suspicious corpse. “you still alive in there, hyung? don’t tell me i scared you that bad.”
sunghoon doesn’t move a muscle. not even a twitch, as if applying the 'if i can't see him he can't see me' method, which is usually applicable to only ostriches. or is that just a myth? he vaguely remembers jay saying it was a myth, and really, jay is like an encyclopedia of random information, so it makes sense that he'd be saying the truth, and—
sunghoon’s attention is brought back when he sees his beloved boyfriend’s eyes crinkle. sunoo’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. he pokes sunghoon’s cheek with one sharp finger. he's been doing that a lot, lately. digging his fingers into every part of sunghoon, leaving little crescent marks, pink that turn red. sunghoon has, on several occasions, thought about getting them tattooed permanently on his skin, so he has sunoo all across him always, everywhere.
speaking of sunoo digging fingers, he does it once again. then again. then again, harder. “if you’re gonna play dead, at least commit properly. like, roll your eyes back and stick your tongue out or something. like a possum. you’re just blinking really fast.”
“i am not blinking,” sunghoon finally snaps, cracking open one bloodshot eye, glare already loaded.
“oh good,” sunoo says sweetly. “thought I’d have to start planning the funeral. should i put ‘died tragically at the thought of being pegged’ on the gravestone, or is that too much?”
“sunoo. baby. love and light of my miserable life.” sunghoon sits up halfway, rubs his face like he’s aged ten years in ten seconds, then groans into his hands. “why would you say that. why would you even think—what part of your brain thought it was a good idea to say that out loud to me?”
“the part that’s curious,” sunoo answers instantly. he tips his head, grin widening when sunghoon looks even more horrified. “come on, hyung. think about it. don’t you want to know how it feels, baby?”
the younger's voice takes on a softer, sultry lilt. sunoo stares up at sunghoon with that soft smile, lips curved more on the right than the left, plush and pink and so pretty. his eyes crinkle at the edge, something that sunoo used to hate, because that meant that his skincare wasn't working. he'd stopped using those scammy anti-aging creams when he began to develop a (weird, sunghoon would like to point out) thing for sunghoon’s eyes.
speaking of eyes, has sunghoon ever mentioned how pretty sunoo's are? the way sunoo's looking at him right now, softly and coaxing, eyes bright and playful— god, sunghoon would kill to have sunoo look at him like that everyday. whenever the younger looks at him like that, it makes sunghoon want to drop everything and do exactly what sunoo says, like he’s just a—
now wait a minute.
“no!” sunghoon blurts, way too fast, voice cracking in the middle. his ears are already pinking, realising he almost fell for it. “absolutely not. don’t—don’t even—”
sunoo tilts forward until their noses are almost touching, his voice dropping to a mock-whisper that sends heat crawling all the way down sunghoon’s spine. “you sure about that?”
“…sunoo,” sunghoon whines, and it sounds pathetic even to his own ears.
“because,” sunoo continues mercilessly, “i think you’d like it. i think you’d love it. and i know you know that. and the more you try to act all horrified, the more i know i’m right.”
sunghoon falls back onto the bed like he’s been shot. “i hate you.”
“no you don’t.” sunoo grins, voice sing-songy, ironically endearing and chipper. he climbs on top, straddling sunghoon’s waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and peers down at him with eyes that glimmer just a little too sharp, a little too convincing. “you’re gonna let me someday. i can see it already.”
sunghoon stares at him, throat dry, every nerve in his body screaming in alarm—and for the first time in his life, he feels actual fear that maybe sunoo isn’t joking.
☆
sunghoon should’ve known it wouldn’t just end there. that offhand suggestion from sunoo — “what if i pegged you?” — should have died after a good laugh and maybe a pillow thrown at sunoo’s face. that’s what normal couples would do. they’d laugh, move on, cuddle, maybe order chicken.
but no. his boyfriend is not normal.
sunoo has a way of planting words like seeds. at first, sunghoon thinks he’s safe — a week passes with no mentions, no sly looks, no weird questions about strap-ons. just their usual: movie nights, university, work, sunoo curled into him like he was made to fit there. sometimes sunghoon catches him humming under his breath, long lashes lowered, soft and harmless.
except.
it starts small. one evening, sunghoon is sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, mid-match against heeseung. sunoo is beside him, scrolling through his phone, pretending not to care about the game, when suddenly he hums, “you know what’s crazy? you trust me with everything. literally everything.”
“yeah?” sunghoon mumbles distractedly, trying not to lose.
“mm.” sunoo turns his phone, screen lighting up his face in blue. “like…you’d let me choke you out until you saw stars, but the thought of me putting something inside you has you sweating like an old man with high blood pressure.”
sunghoon’s hands fumble, his character dies instantly, the KO! booming like it’s mocking him. he stares at his boyfriend, horrified. “…what the hell, baby?”
“what?” sunoo blinks, all innocence. “i’m just saying. it’s not that different.”
“not that—!?” sunghoon sets the controller down like it might explode. forget the controller, really. it feels a lot like he might explode. “sunoo, choking and— and that are not the same category.”
sunoo tilts his head, eyes sharp even in their sweetness. “feels like the same category to me. trust, control, letting me take care of you. you like that, don’t you?” he leans closer, smiling so prettily sunghoon feels his stomach drop. “so why’s this any different?”
sunghoon’s throat goes dry. his brain screams don’t fall for it, but his heart is weak, traitorous. he loves him too much. he’d build shrines, write poetry, kneel at sunoo’s feet if asked. and yeah, the pegging is, technically, not a terrible idea. it's more the thought of sunoo convincing him with that stunning, yet frightening smile, that terrorizes sunghoon.
sunghoon spends the next fifteen minutes pretending to play another round, but the match is just white noise now. every time his thumb moves the joystick, sunoo’s words echo back: not that different. trust. control.
you like that, don’t you?
it's unfair. his boyfriend has the audacity to look delicate, curled up with his knees to his chest, oversized hoodie swallowing his frame. but beneath that softness is a shark with teeth sharper than anyone realizes. sunoo doesn’t fight with volume; he fights with precision. and sunghoon is realizing, belatedly, that he is absolutely, categorically doomed.
“you’re thinking really loud,” sunoo murmurs suddenly.
sunghoon jumps, dropping the controller. “i’m not!”
“you are.” sunoo slides closer, resting his chin on sunghoon’s shoulder. he's warm, the faint scent of fabric softener clinging to him. his voice lowers, lilting with amusement. “you’re picturing it, aren’t you? you keep saying no, but the way your ears turn red every time i bring it up…” a tiny laugh, wicked in its gentleness. “you’re so easy to read, hyung.”
“i am not picturing anything!” sunghoon whines, which is, of course, the worst possible defense. he can feel his face burn. “i—i’m not that kind of guy.”
sunoo tilts his head. “that kind of guy?”
“you know. the type. who…” sunghoon flails, hands gesturing uselessly. “who gets—who likes—” he swallows the word pegged like it’s poisonous. “...bottoming.”
there’s a long, unbearable pause. then sunoo smiles, slow and devastating, the kind that makes sunghoon want to either kiss him or flee the country.
“you’re right,” sunoo says sweetly. “you’re not that kind of guy.”
relief surges—until sunoo keeps going.
“you’re my guy. which means if i say you’ll like it, you probably will.”
sunghoon chokes on his own spit. “what the—! that’s not—! baby, you can’t just—”
“can’t i?” sunoo blinks innocently, batting his lashes like a weapon. “you trust me, don’t you? with your body, your heart, your secrets?” his tone is velvet, wrapping tighter around sunghoon’s ribcage with every word. “if you trust me with all that, why not this too? it’s just one more thing.”
the worst part? sunoo's joking. he's not serious. he's giggling, and it's pretty obvious he’s milking the bit just for sunghoon's demise.
sunghoon hoon’s jaw drops. the sheer audacity. the insane logic. and the worse worst part? a tiny, traitorous part of him whispers he’s not wrong.
he groans, dragging his hands down his face. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
sunoo hums, pleased. he leans in, pressing a kiss just below sunghoon’s ear. “maybe. but it’ll be a pretty death, don’t you think?”
sunghoon melts instantly, shoulders slumping, every line of resistance faltering. he hates himself for it. he hates how much he loves him. he hates—most of all—that his boyfriend is terrifyingly convincing.
☆
it wasn’t supposed to be like this. parties were simple: you showed up, you nursed a drink, you leaned on the wall until someone you knew came over and saved you from looking like an antisocial recluse. sunghoon had the formula down pat.
but apparently tonight, the universe had decided to test his limits.
because his boyfriend—his sunoo—was currently on the dance floor, glowing under the shifting neon lights like he was born for it. jake was spinning him around, riki was laughing so hard he nearly tripped, jungwon had his hands up like the floor was theirs to own, and in the middle of it all was sunoo: smiling, radiant, his oversized tee slipping off one shoulder as his hair fell across his forehead.
sunghoon’s throat went dry.
what the fuck.
he had seen sunoo pretty before, which wasn't entirely unusual, because sunoo was pretty all the time. he had seen him gorgeous, in ways that made his knees weak and his chest ache. but this? this was something cruel. ethereal. his boyfriend wasn’t real. he was all sharp collarbones and soft lips, laughter brighter than the strobe lights, skin gleaming like it had been painted by hand. sunoo was— god, sunoo was beauty. sunoo looked like he’d been carved by a master sculptor who peaked the day he touched sunoo’s face into being—condemned afterward to a lifetime of failure, because nothing he created again could ever compare. sunoo wasn’t just beautiful—he was beauty’s whole lineage; the first draft and the perfected version; the blueprint and the only finished piece to ever exist. sunghoon felt stupid for even being allowed to stand near him— he couldn’t look at him without feeling like prayer was the only appropriate response.
and sunghoon, entirely pathetic, undeserving sunghoon—was standing in the corner like some guy who accidentally walked into a museum exhibit, gawking at an art piece and wondering why security hadn’t kicked him out yet.
huh. this moment feels a little familiar, actually. he could feel it: the pull in his gut, the familiar throb in his chest. the same question echoing over and over in his brain.
how the hell did i get him?
it didn’t add up. sunoo was the kind of person you looked at once in a crowded room and immediately thought, too good for me, way out of my league, untouchable. and yet somehow, impossibly, this untouchable creature had chosen him. had kissed him, laughed with him, crawled into his lap on rainy afternoons like he belonged there. had texted him good morning, stolen his hoodies, held his hand under café tables.
sunghoon pressed the rim of his cup to his lips just to give his hands something to do. he tried, desperately, not to look too obvious—but every flicker of light caught on sunoo’s profile, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
sunghoon nearly combusted when sunoo threw his head back and laughed at something riki said.
god, he was doomed.
he was midway through convincing himself to breathe like a normal human being again when he caught a flash of pale skin and soft fabric weaving through the crowd. his heart skipped—because of course, of course, sunoo had abandoned the dance floor and was heading straight for him.
he looked unfairly good up close. his cheeks flushed from moving around, lips glossy and bitten red, collarbones peeking out where his shirt had slipped lower. he had on a light dusting of makeup. sunghoon remembered seeing jungwon and riki nearly breakdown into tears every time over their eyeliner. obviously, eyeliner was a sore spot for people who did their makeup. not sunoo, though. somehow his darling boyfriend would just sweep the brush across the end of his eyes, and voila, eyeliner secured. yet another thing kim sunoo was unfairly good at. now, his eye makeup was a little smudged, hair clung to his temples in damp strands, but somehow it only made him look even prettier, like something out of a fever dream.
“water,” sunoo announced, voice a little too loud, a little too slurred at the edges. his eyes crinkled when they landed on sunghoon, wide and warm and shining like he’d just found the person he was looking for all night.
sunghoon barely had time to blink before sunoo leaned in, closed the last inches between them, and pressed a quick, soft peck to his lips. just—like it was the most natural thing in the world. no warning, no buildup. kiss first, then basic human need, as he reached lazily for the water bottle on the table beside sunghoon, twisting it open one-handed like he’d done this sequence a thousand times before.
sunghoon froze. his brain short-circuited in the most humiliating way possible. the taste of sunoo lingered faintly—sweet, like the fruit punch someone had shoved into his hands earlier—and his chest ached with the sudden, crushing reminder: that’s my boyfriend. he just kisses me like that. in front of everyone. like i'm his favorite, like it’s nothing. he felt a lump choke up his throat.
meanwhile, sunoo downed half the bottle in a single go, throat working, adam’s apple bobbing as he tilted his head back. the strobe lights painted him in flashes of blue and pink, catching on the curve of his jaw, the sheen of sweat on his neck. he sighed after the gulp, lips wet as he wiped them against the back of his hand.
then, casually, like he hadn’t just dismantled sunghoon’s entire ability to function, he looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded and glimmering, with that soft, dangerous smile. “miss me, ddeonghoonie hyung?”
sunghoon’s throat worked. he opened his mouth—planned to say something nonchalant, maybe a shrug, a casual “you weren’t gone that long.” something smooth and suave. something not horrendously down bad. something normal.
what actually came out was a very strangled, almost pained, “every second, like the stars would ache without the moon to keep them company.”
sunghoon froze once he processed what he just said.
…oh. okay then. that... that works too. it seemed that the six years he spent beta-reading jake's cringy fanfiction were useful after all.
sunoo blinked up at him. the music thumped in the background, the crowd laughed and shouted and swayed, and sunghoon wanted to physically crawl into the floorboards because he’d just said that out loud.
he scrambled for damage control. “i mean—you were only gone like, what, two songs? not that long at all. didn’t even notice you were—well, i noticed, obviously, because i’m—because you’re—” he cut himself off before he could dig a deeper grave, hand flying up to rub the back of his neck. “i’m just saying. whatever. not a big deal. i love you.”
sunoo tilted his head. he was still tipsy, still flushed, still impossibly gorgeous, and now he was looking at sunghoon like he could see right through him. then he grinned, slow and sharp, and leaned in close enough that sunghoon could feel the warmth of his breath against his ear.
“every second, huh?” he murmured, voice sing-song.
sunghoon’s ears burned. he hated how fast his pulse jumped, how badly he wanted to grab his boyfriend and kiss him stupid in the middle of this crowded room. instead, he choked out, “you’re drunk. you don’t know what you’re saying.”
but sunoo only laughed, soft and low, setting the water bottle back on the table with a careless thunk. “mm, maybe. but i like it when you say it.”
sunghoon told himself he wasn’t going to do it. not here, not now, not with people watching. he was better than this. he had self-control. and then sunoo laughed again, light and tipsy and beautiful, and tugged at the sleeve of his shirt like sunghoon existed for him and him alone. yeah, he thinks feverishly. i do.
that was it. the end of his rational thought.
sunghoon moved before he even realized— one hand sliding to the small of sunoo’s back, the other curling at his jaw as he dragged his boyfriend in and kissed him like a man starved.
sunoo made a little noise, surprised but pleased, lips already parting under the press of his mouth. his fingers curled into sunghoon’s shirt, holding on as though the room had melted away, as though there was nothing but them.
and maybe there was.
the world blurred out of focus: the bass pounding, the chatter, the stares he definitely felt but couldn’t bring himself to care about. all sunghoon knew was the sweet taste of liquor on sunoo’s tongue, the heat of him pressed close, the sharp thrill of having something so dazzling, so impossibly lovely, in his arms.
when he finally pulled back, both of them were breathless. sunoo blinked up at him, dazed, lips pink and kiss-swollen.
sunghoon realized too late what he’d done. in public. at a party. oh, this was all a little too familiar. he swallowed hard, ears burning, but sunoo only smiled like the devil himself and whispered, “wow, baby. every second really did hurt, huh?”
sunghoon wanted to die. or kiss him again. possibly both. and really, he hadn’t meant to kiss him again. he really hadn’t, but sunoo tilted his head just so, eyes glimmering with mischief and want, and sunghoon was lost. their mouths met again, hotter this time, deeper, his tongue sliding against sunoo’s until the taste of him was overwhelming.
sunoo pressed closer, practically climbing into his lap despite the fact they were still at a party. sunghoon’s pulse was a wild thing in his throat, his hands gripping tight at sunoo’s waist like he’d die if he let go.
the kiss broke on a ragged breath, sunoo’s lips wet and pink, his voice low when he whispered against his mouth, “hyung…”
“mm?” sunghoon managed, already leaning back in, drunk on him.
“home?”
it was one word, soft and devastating, and sunghoon’s brain flatlined instantly. his heart slammed hard against his ribs. home. now. with him. our home. he could only nod, already standing and tugging sunoo with him, ignoring the chorus of knowing whistles and jeers from jungwon and riki across the room. sunghoon didn’t care. he couldn’t.
all that mattered was sunoo’s hand in his, warm and insistent, pulling him toward the door.
☆
they barely made it through the front door of their apartment before sunghoon had sunoo pressed up against it, mouths clashing, desperate and sloppy. sunoo laughed into the kiss, a tipsy little giggle that went straight to sunghoon’s spine, and then tugged hard at his shirt like he couldn’t stand another second of distance.
“god, baby—” sunghoon groaned, kissing down his jaw, licking at the sweet sharp line of his throat. “do you have any idea how crazy you make me? standing there looking like that—”
sunoo hummed, tilting his head to give him more skin, but his fingers tangled in sunghoon’s hair, tugging him back up so their mouths could crash together again. the force of it had sunghoon stumbling forward, hands catching sunoo’s hips, dragging their bodies flush.
shoes came off somewhere between kisses, clothes half shrugged but never fully discarded, and neither of them cared. the apartment was dark and quiet except for their panting, the wet sounds of their mouths meeting over and over, the soft creak of the floor when sunghoon pressed sunoo harder into the door.
when they finally tore apart for air, sunoo’s lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glittering in the low light. he whispered, almost a whine, “bedroom?”
sunghoon’s heart stuttered. his voice came out rough, breathless. “yeah, baby. bedroom.”
and then sunoo kissed him again, so thoroughly it felt like drowning, and sunghoon realized with a dizzy, desperate kind of joy—there was no way he’d survive the night intact.
by the time they made it into the bedroom, they were already half undressed— sunghoon’s shirt somewhere in the hallway, sunoo’s necklace tugged off and forgotten on the dresser. they stumbled onto the mattress, sunoo landing on top with a triumphant little grin, immediately tugging sunghoon down by the hair for another kiss.
“you’re bossy when you’re tipsy,” sunghoon murmured against his lips, smirking as sunoo pushed him down by the shoulders.
“and you love it,” sunoo shot back, mouth catching his again before sunghoon could reply. he straddled him properly, grinding down with lazy precision that had sunghoon hissing through his teeth, hands flying to sunoo’s waist.
sunoo let him squeeze, let him guide his hips, but then leaned down close enough that his whisper brushed hot over sunghoon’s ear. “don’t think you’re in charge tonight, hyung. not yet.”
the shiver that rolled through sunghoon’s body gave him away instantly. but instead of surrendering completely, he surged up, rolling them until sunoo was the one on his back, gasping as his wrists were pinned into the mattress. sunghoon’s grin was wolfish. “i don’t need to be in charge all the time, baby. but you really think i’m just gonna let you boss me around without fighting back?”
lies. sunghoon would let sunoo boss him around without fighting him back, but sunoo didn't have to know that.
their laughter collided with their kisses, a hot, messy battle for dominance that neither of them truly wanted to win. sunoo tugged his wrists free and shoved sunghoon down, only to be flipped back moments later, sunghoon mouthing at his throat until sunoo’s sharp little gasp tilted the balance back again.
it was a game they both knew by heart: push and pull, lead and yield, every shift instinctive, every change seamless. when sunoo’s eyes went hazy, sunghoon softened his grip, letting him arch and take what he wanted. when sunghoon’s voice cracked around a groan, sunoo seized control with sharp little bites, grounding him in place.
it was like no words were needed between them right now—just the rhythm of two people who knew each other’s limits better than their own.
what left of their clothes came off in pieces, neither of them patient enough to strip properly. sunoo tugged sunghoon’s jeans halfway down his thighs before giving up, letting them dangle, while sunghoon yanked sunoo’s shirt off so fast the fabric nearly tore. they couldn’t stop kissing long enough to care.
sunghoon pressed him back into the mattress first, bracing a hand beside his head, hips grinding down with enough pressure to have sunoo moaning into his mouth. “god—always so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon breathed, tongue sliding against his, “spread out, all mine—”
sunoo bit his lip and shoved at his chest until he toppled, laughing breathlessly. then sunoo swung a leg over and straddled him, lowering himself down against sunghoon’s cock with an unsteady little roll of his hips. “yours?” sunoo mocked, breath shaky. “you sound so sure, hyung. but look—look who’s on top right now.”
the sound that tore out of sunghoon when sunoo sank down onto him was half-groan, half-prayer. his hands clamped down on sunoo’s hips automatically, but sunoo slapped them away, pinning them above his head instead. “no touching,” he hissed, his thighs trembling around the stretch, his mouth curved in that dangerous smile that always ruined sunghoon. “not unless i say.”
sunghoon whimpered, actually whimpered, and it drove sunoo wild. he started bouncing, slow at first, then faster, leaning down to press sloppy kisses against sunghoon’s mouth. every time sunoo called him “hyung” or “good boy” sunghoon’s cock twitched deep inside him, making sunoo shiver with smug satisfaction.
but just when sunoo was getting into rhythm, riding him hard enough that the headboard thudded against the wall, sunghoon snapped. he surged up, grabbed sunoo by the waist, and flipped them so sunoo was flat on his back, crying out as sunghoon slammed back into him. “fuck—fuck waiting,” sunghoon gritted out, eyes wet, hair sticking to his forehead. “you think i can just lie there and take it when you look like this? when you—fuck—when you milk me like that—”
sunoo’s laugh broke on a moan. “pathetic, hyung. couldn’t even last five minutes before begging.”
sunghoon growled against his throat and started thrusting harder, bruising grip digging into his thighs. sunoo clawed at his back, pulling him in closer, whispering filth in his ear. nut then—just as sunghoon was about to lose it completely—sunoo grabbed his jaw, forced him to look. “slow down. look at me.”
and sunghoon did. he slowed, hips still rocking, his eyes glassy and wide. sunoo kissed him slow, sweet, grounding him before suddenly rolling them again, forcing sunghoon onto his back. he braced himself over him, panting, his grin sharp.
the rest of the night blurred into a messy loop of switching like this—sunoo riding until his thighs shook, sunghoon fucking into him so hard the mattress squeaked, sunoo flipping them back with desperate little gasps, sunghoon dragging him down into kisses every time he thought he might break.
sunoo’s thighs were burning, but he didn’t care—he was chasing it like a man possessed, riding sunghoon hard, clenching down around him so tight it was criminal. his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his pretty lips falling open with each broken gasp.
sunghoon was a mess underneath him, chest heaving, his hands bruising sunoo’s hips just to ground himself, his head thrown back against the pillows. his cock twitched violently every time sunoo squeezed down, every time sunoo moaned his name, but he was holding back, desperate, clinging to the edge like he could will it to last just a little longer.
“fuck—hyung,” sunoo whined, voice cracking, “you feel so—ah—so good inside me, stretching me out, so big and thick—” he keened, riding harder, his whole body trembling with need.
sunghoon’s jaw locked, a sharp sound torn from his throat. he was seconds away, and he knew it, his balls already tight, orgasm coiled sharp in his gut.
then sunoo leaned down, pressing their sweaty foreheads together, whispering through panting breaths—soft, filthy, cruel. “…hyung,” he gasped, grinding in just right, “imagine if you could feel this too.”
sunghoon’s eyes shot open, dazed and glassy. “w-what—”
“imagine it,” sunoo moaned, hips rolling slow and deliberate, “me fucking into you, baby—me filling you up, making you cry, begging for more—” his teeth grazed sunghoon’s ear, his voice breaking on a whimper. “let me fuck you, hyung. let me make you feel what i feel right now— let me make you feel good—”
the words hit like a bullet to the chest. sunghoon saw it, too vividly—the strap glistening, sunoo smirking as he pushed into him inch by inch, his thighs trembling as he tried not to break apart—
“fuck!” sunghoon’s cry was guttural, torn from the pit of his stomach as he came hard, cock jerking deep inside sunoo. his entire body convulsed, nails clawing into sunoo’s skin, eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped him apart.
and the way he was pulsing inside him—the heat flooding into him—sunoo couldn’t hold back either. he sobbed sunghoon’s name, back arching as his release smeared hot between their bodies, his body milking every drop out of sunghoon as they fell apart together.
for a long moment, the only sounds were ragged breathing, wet kisses pressed against sweaty skin, the creak of the mattress as they trembled through the aftershocks.
finally, sunoo collapsed onto his chest, giggling breathlessly as he kissed at the tear-tracks on eunghoon’s cheeks. “hyung,” he whispered, smug and wicked, “did you really come from just the thought of me pegging you?”
sunghoon groaned, dragging a shaky hand over his face. “you’re a demon.”
sunoo only hummed sweetly, settling into his arms like he was the picture of innocence. “maybe. but someday, i’m gonna make it real.”
☆
sunghoon had never known fear the way he did now.
he used to think fear was being on a crowded ice rink, thousands of people watching, cameras flashing, every second threatening to end in a slip that would haunt him forever. he used to think fear was waiting for exam results, or stepping onto stage with jay and jake during a gig with a mic that wasn’t properly fastened, or entering a modeling gig and—god forbid—his shirt is inside out and he looks and feels like utter shit.
but no.
real fear was bending over to tie his shoelaces, only to feel sunoo’s palm cup his ass like it belonged to him. now, sunghoon's principles were laid out straight enough that he would like the thought of that, but something about the way sunoo's hand squeezed his butt felt... ominous. threatening, almost.
“h-hey!” sunghoon had yelped, nearly faceplanting into the floor. sunoo only smiled sweetly, batting his lashes. “what? you’ve got a nice ass, hyung. be proud.”
that was two weeks ago. since then…things had gotten worse.
sunghoon’s life had turned into a battlefield where the enemy was a 5’8″ demon in cute oversized sweaters. every time he reached for something on a low shelf—smack. every time he bent over to pick up a stray sock—grab. every time he leaned across the couch for the remote—suddenly sunoo was pressed right up against him, murmuring, “you really do bend over so nicely, hyung.”
it wasn’t even always playful anymore. sometimes sunoo didn’t even say anything. he’d just stand there, hand resting casually on sunghoon’s ass like it belonged there, thumb pressing in ever so slightly—like he was testing the give.
sunghoon? sunghoon was losing his mind.
he started standing with his back against walls. he crouched instead of bending over. he sat down to put on socks. he even perfected a method of picking things up with his feet just to avoid giving sunoo the satisfaction.
but sunoo noticed. oh, he noticed.
“hyung,” he cooed one evening, padding up behind him while sunghoon pretended to read on the couch. “why are you acting so stiff lately?” his hands slid—innocent at first—over sunghoon’s shoulders, then down his chest, then…lower.
sunghoon slapped his wrists away with the reflexes of a man fighting for his chastity. “don’t think i don’t know what you’re doing!” he squeaked, ears flaming red. “you’re trying to break me down!”
sunoo just blinked at him, tilting his head like the most angelic thing on earth. then his lips curved into a slow, devastating smile. “mm. is it working?”
sunghoon groaned into his hands. he was doomed.
sunghoon had always thought of himself as a reasonable man.
he liked routines, order, clean lines. he believed in logic—cause and effect, actions and consequences. but ever since sunoo had decided to make his ass a national treasure, all sense of reason had left his life.
it was getting bad. really bad.
he could feel his dignity crumbling in real time every time sunoo’s soft little hand snuck behind him. he had trained for years to master jumps on the ice, spins that defied gravity, choreographies that required perfect stamina and grace. and now he was training for the hardest battle of his life: keeping his darling, lovely boyfriend’s hands off his ass.
it didn’t help that sunoo was gorgeous. sunoo was ethereal. sunoo could stand on the other side of the room and tilt his head just so, light catching in his hair, and sunghoon would lose his breath and drop to his knees and begin barking. he had spent weeks, months, years worshipping the ground sunoo walked on. how was he supposed to say no when that very same angel whispered, “hyung, bend over again for me, yeah?” with a smile that could kill armies?
he wasn’t weak. he wasn’t whipped. he wasn’t—
he flinched violently when sunoo brushed past him in the kitchen, palm grazing over his hip like it was an accident. like it always was an accident.
sunghoon nearly dropped the glass he was holding. “stop doing that!”
sunoo, the menace, looked at him with wide, doe-like eyes. innocent. so sweet it was insulting. “doing what?”
“you know what!” sunghoon hissed, clutching his glass like it was his last defense. “the— the— the touching! every time i bend over, you’re right there—”
“you’re imagining things,” sunoo said breezily, reaching for the fridge. the way his sweater rode up to reveal a sliver of pale waist was unfair. the way his lips curled in the faintest smirk when he caught sunghoon staring was unfair. er.
sunghoon’s ears burned. he forced his gaze back to the countertop. he would not lose this war. he couldn’t. if he gave in now, sunoo would never stop. if he gave in now, sunoo would—
“—peg you?”
sunghoon choked on air. he spun around, scandalized, face flaming. “i DID NOT SAY THAT!”
“you were thinking it,” sunoo sang, stepping closer, eyes glinting with that terrifying mix of playful and predatory. “hyung, you always make it too easy. one little touch and suddenly you’re looking like a cornered rabbit.”
“i am not—” sunghoon’s voice cracked, mortifying him further. he cleared his throat and tried again, lower, steadier. “i am not a rabbit.”
sunoo hummed, pressing one dainty finger against his chest, right over his racing heart. “no. you’re my big strong boyfriend. but even big strong boyfriends have to relax once in a while, don’t they?”
sunghoon’s soul left his body.
he had two options: protect what was left of his dignity…or throw himself at the mercy of his beautiful, terrifying boyfriend who could do no wrong.
he chose the third option.
“i’m going for a walk,” he croaked, grabbing his jacket and fleeing the apartment like his life depended on it.
sunoo called after him, voice light, teasing, melodic. “don’t be gone too long, hyung! i’ll be waiting~”
sunghoon didn’t even make it down the block before he realized he was smiling like an idiot.
he returned back home (!!!) to sunoo cooking dinner and immediately went to hug him from the back.
“hey, hyung.” sunoo greeted, twisted his neck around just enough to peck sunghoon on the lips. “i was only kidding, you know that right? i'll probably keep saying it because you're cute when you're flustered. but you have to know that i—”
“sunoo–yah,” sunghoon called out gently, “ i know, baby. don't worry about that.” and sunghoon did know. sunoo wouldn't ever push him to do anything that he wasn't comfortable with. he hugged him tighter, sinking his nose into the juncture between the younger's neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent of his jasmine–scented body oil. his fingers splayed across sunoo's bare stomach, gripping at the soft flesh there.
sunoo sighed, sated, and relaxed entirely in sunghoon's arms. “where did you go, hm?”
“the park. i sat down on a bench and a kid yelled out stranger danger and then the other kids started screaming and only stopped when they recognised me from the skating rink.” it was quite a harrowing experience to say the least.
sunoo giggled at the revelation, cooing, “oh, my poor hyungie…” he twisted his head around to place a kiss to the tip of sunghoon's nose. “and then after?”
“i walked a little further down the road to that store that sells those dastardly toothpaste icecream sandwiches you like—”
sunoo gasped theatrically, smacking sunghoon in the chest. “how dare you!” but his grin showed that he wasn't really upset. sunoo's hands shifted from simply resting on sunghoon's chest to openly, shamelessly groping his pecs. “hoobies,” he giggled, squeezing them like stress balls. sunghoon felt his entire face flame red, as sunoo continued, “that one confectionary store near the jewellery store?”
sunghoon nodded robotically, feeling all blood rush south as sunoo placed a kiss to one pec, then the other, then turned around and continued stirring the soup on the stove.
“go wash up, hyung. you stink. what, did you run there or something?”
sunghoon nodded robotically one more, hoping, praying, sunoo wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
the slight weight in his jacket pocket seemed to burn a hole through his skin.
☆
the rain had been falling steady since late afternoon, pattering against the windows like a lullaby. the apartment was warm, dim, the only light coming from the little lamp in the corner that cast everything in a soft golden glow.
sunghoon had thrown a blanket over the both of them, curled into the corner of the couch with sunoo draped over his lap like he belonged there. which, honestly, he did.
sunoo was kissing him slow—lazy, lingering presses of lips that sent warmth pooling in sunghoon’s chest. every time he tried to deepen it, sunoo only smiled against his mouth and slowed it down again, forcing sunghoon into this gentle rhythm. it was maddening in the sweetest way, like being drunk on sugar.
“hyung,” sunoo murmured against his lips, voice so soft it melted. “you’re staring.”
“am not,” sunghoon mumbled, though his voice came out rougher than he meant. because yeah, maybe he was staring—could anyone blame him?
sunoo was a dream. hair falling over his forehead, cheeks flushed from kissing, the dim light making his skin glow like something out of a painting. his pretty lips, his long lashes, the gentle rise and fall of his chest where he straddled sunghoon’s thighs.
sunghoon blinked, dazed, and then—out of nowhere—it hit him.
that image again.
sunoo just like this, sitting over him. but not with his soft pajama shorts and easy smile. no—his body moving slow and deep, strap buried inside sunghoon, pretty little gasps leaving sunghoon's lips as sunoo fucked into him.
the thought slammed into sunghoon so hard his breath caught and his stomach twisted.
fuck.
he must’ve stiffened, because sunoo leaned back slightly, brows furrowing in question. “hyung? what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” sunghoon said quickly. too quickly. his hands tightened on sunoo’s waist before he realized, and he forced them to relax, to stroke instead. “just—just thinking.”
sunoo tilted his head, curious, a small knowing smile tugging at his lips. “about me?”
“…yeah,” sunghoon admitted. his throat was dry. way too much about you.
sunoo’s grin turned slow, wicked in the way only he could manage while still looking like the sweetest thing alive. “that’s good.” he leaned down again, kissing sunghoon soft, playful, a quiet giggle spilling into the kiss when he felt how tense his boyfriend still was. "only ever think about me, okay?"
always. sunghoon thought, miserably, that he was doomed. because if just a stray thought of sunoo with a strap could rattle him this badly, what the hell was going to happen when sunoo actually got his way?
the rain still hadn’t let up outside, drumming steady against the glass. the apartment was still wrapped in golden warmth, and sunoo was still curled in sunghoon’s lap, lips brushing his in slow, unhurried kisses that made time feel irrelevant.
sunghoon’s chest ached. he couldn’t stop staring—couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of sunoo’s flushed cheeks, the little curve of his smile, the way his lashes lowered when he leaned in again. it was too much. it was always too much.
and then that damn thought struck again. the one he’d been fighting for weeks. sunoo on top of him, not soft and teasing but pinning him down, pushing into him with that same smile, those same eyes gone dark.
sunghoon sucked in a sharp breath. his grip tightened on sunoo’s hips.
“hyung?” sunoo murmured against his mouth, soft and curious. "seriously, is everything okay? do i need to turn the heater up?"
and before sunghoon could stop himself—before he could shove it back down where it belonged—it tumbled out. “do you…do you really want to peg me?”
the room went still. the words hung between them, heavier than the rain outside.
sunoo leaned back slightly, blinking, lips parted like he couldn’t believe sunghoon had actually said it. then, slowly, his expression softened—gentle in a way that made sunghoon’s throat burn.
“i want to,” sunoo admitted, voice low but steady. his hands slid up sunghoon’s shoulders, resting at the back of his neck. “at first, it was just a joke. you were so easy to fluster, it was fun to make you squirm.” his lips curved, fond. “but i wouldn’t ever make you do something you don’t want. if you say no in a serious discussion, that’s it. i won't bring it up again.”
sunghoon’s breath caught. he’d expected teasing, maybe a smug grin or a cheeky comeback. not this—this softness, this quiet sincerity that made it so much easier to say yes.
his chest tightened painfully. god, he was so fucked.
sunoo tilted his head, watching him closely. “so…what do you want, hyung?”
the question hung in the quiet, soft but pointed.
sunghoon swallowed hard, throat working like he was trying to force the words past the barricade of his dignity. his face felt like it was on fire. he couldn’t meet sunoo’s gaze for more than a second before looking away, only to snap back because not looking felt worse.
“…if—” his voice cracked embarrassingly, and he cleared his throat. “if it’s you…” he took a shaky breath, fingers clutching at sunoo’s waist like an anchor. “then i’d…like to try.”
the silence that followed was deafening.
sunghoon’s ears rang. his whole body was hot enough he thought he might combust on the spot. regret immediately swamped him—why had he said that, what the hell was wrong with him, why would he—
but then sunoo’s lips parted, his eyes going wide before softening, melting into something so unbearably tender it stole the breath from sunghoon’s lungs.
“you mean that?” sunoo whispered, voice almost disbelieving.
sunghoon shut his eyes and nodded, something warm and buttery sinking into every bone. “…yeah. i mean it.”
sunoo’s hands came up to cup his face, thumbs brushing along his heated cheeks. and then he was kissing him—slow and sweet and achingly deep, like he was trying to pour all of himself into it.
when he finally pulled back, sunoo rested his forehead against sunghoon’s, smiling in that way that always made him feel like he’d won the universe.
“you don’t know how happy you just made me, hyung.”
sunghoon groaned, hiding his face against sunoo’s shoulder. “you’re gonna kill me. i'm never going to be able to have vanilla sex ever again.” he muttered miserably.
sunoo giggled, petting his hair. “don’t worry. i’ll take good care of you.”
"oh god."
sunoo hummed against his cheek, still petting at his hair like he was the world’s most skittish cat. “...i have some stuff already,” he said casually, like he was talking about groceries in the fridge. “but it might be too big for you.”
sunghoon froze. stuff? his brain immediately supplied visuals he did not ask for—boxes hidden deep in their wardrobe, straps and sleek silicone and—
he made a strangled noise into sunoo’s neck.
sunoo laughed, tilting his head so he could murmur against his ear. “don’t worry, hyung. i’ll find something perfect for you.”
sunghoon pulled back, scandalized, his face crimson. “do you hear yourself right now.”
sunoo just looked at him with those wide, doe-like eyes, utterly unbothered. “what? i'm serious. we should go tomorrow. there’s that one store near campus—you know, the one jake said was, like, discreet but had everything? i bought the lingerie set you liked from there?”
sunghoon stared at him, aghast. “you—you want to take me shopping for—” his voice dropped to a hiss, “—for sex toys?”
“yes?” sunoo tilted his head, lips twitching with suppressed amusement. “why, are you shy?”
sunghoon nearly choked. “of course i’m shy!”
and it was true. sunoo had once taken sunghoon shopping for bathing suits and sunghoon couldn't look at the bikini style bottoms in there without blushing like a virgin bride. sunoo had literally tied their wrists together because sunghoon kept trying to run away. it was a problem, really. where sunoo was sociable and unapologetically himself, sunghoon tended to burrow a little bit deeper into his hole, letting his bright, marvelous boyfriend take the lead in most situations.
“aw, baby,” sunoo leaned in now, pressing a soft kiss to his burning cheek. “it’s okay. i'll hold your hand the whole time.”
which somehow made it ten times worse. sunghoon could already see it—him trailing after his gorgeous, fearless boyfriend through aisles he had no business being in, while sunoo held up different toys like they were candles at IKEA.
“…i’m not surviving this,” sunghoon muttered under his breath.
sunoo just grinned, pecking him again. “you’ll survive. and i’ll make sure you enjoy it. we'll stop whenever, if that's what you want. you remember your safeword, right?”
sunghoon nodded, eagerly letting sunoo pull him into a kiss.
☆
sunghoon was sure he had lost control of his life.
first of all, the store was not discreet. not even a little. sure, it wasn’t flashy on the outside—just a plain glass door and some tinted windows—but the moment they stepped in, sunghoon’s world imploded.
everywhere he looked, there were things he did not want to be looking at. rows upon rows of silicone in every imaginable color, leather harnesses displayed like fashion mannequins, even a shelf of lube bottles stacked like soda cans in a convenience store.
sunoo, meanwhile, looked delighted. he had his hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes darting everywhere like a kid in a candy shop. “oh, they’ve rearranged the displays since last time,” he mused.
“last time?!” sunghoon whisper-yelled, clutching his backpack straps like they were a lifeline. “how many times have you been here before?”
“mmhm,” sunoo wandered casually down an aisle lined with dildos in increasingly terrifying sizes. “jake-hyung came with me once when we were curious. you need to thank him, hyung. he helped me pick out that lingerie set you love. ”
sunghoon thought he might actually faint. oh, sim jaeyun was a dead man.
sunoo stopped halfway down the row, head tilting. “wow, that’s…ambitious.” he reached out and picked up a strap-on set that sunghoon was fairly sure could double as a weapon of mass destruction. the dildo on it was—inhuman.
sunghoon made a strangled noise, slapping his hand over sunoo’s wrist. “put that down! put that down right now!”
sunoo blinked at him innocently. “what? i wasn’t saying i’d use this one on you, hyung. i was just curious.” he turned the box over like he was reading the ingredients label on a snack. “it says it’s ‘advanced user recommended.’”
sunghoon’s knees nearly gave out. “i told you i’m not advanced anything!”
sunoo laughed, setting it back on the shelf. “relax, baby. i wasn’t gonna buy it.” his grin softened, and he leaned in, brushing their shoulders together. "i promise i'll pick something gentle. i want you to enjoy this, not die.”
which would have been comforting, except sunoo immediately veered into another aisle and picked up a smaller—but still terrifyingly realistic—strap, holding it against his hips thoughtfully. “hmm. what do you think, hyung? black, or maybe this pastel pink one?”
sunghoon slapped a hand over his face as sunoo kept on bounding forward, muffling his groan. he’s actually comparing colors. like this is a fashion accessory.
when sunoo giggled and leaned close to whisper, “imagine me in this one, hyung,” the elder nearly ascended on the spot. he should have known better than to say yes.
he should have known when sunoo’s eyes sparkled last night, when he said, “let’s go to that one store tomorrow?” like he was suggesting a trip to the farmer’s market. he should have said no. he should have laughed it off. he should have remembered that he was weak, hopelessly in love, and catastrophically incapable of denying his boyfriend anything.
and so here he was.
standing in a sex shop.
staring directly at a wall of silicone cocks.
“oh my god,” sunghoon whispered under his breath, his face hot enough to power a small city. “oh my god, they’re everywhere. they’re—why are they so many colors?”
sunoo turned to him, all innocent cheer, holding up one that was disturbingly neon green. “this one glows in the dark!”
sunghoon smacked it out of his hand so fast he nearly toppled a shelf. “sunoo! people are watching—”
nobody was. the cashier looked half-asleep, scrolling on his phone behind the counter. a couple down the next aisle were arguing about lube. sunghoon still wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“hyung,” sunoo said sweetly, already drifting further down the row. “come here, look at this one. it’s smaller.”
sunghoon froze. against his better judgment, he shuffled over, and… okay. this one was smaller. manageable, even. he bit his lip. “that’s… not horrible.”
sunoo’s grin widened like he’d just won the lottery. “see? you’re warming up to it already.”
sunghoon immediately backtracked. “no, no—don’t twist my words!”
but sunoo was already crouching, checking the lower shelves, humming softly. “we should also look at harnesses. some of these look cute…”
sunghoon thought he might faint again. cute?! harnesses?! how could those words exist in the same sentence?! sunoo and cute in the same sentence might work.
oh, sunoo was so cute. he kept signed and flouncing about, very clearly in his element, and, traumatized as he was, sunghoon couldn't help but smile.
sure enough, a few minutes later, sunoo was holding up two boxes: one sleek, black leather, all sharp lines and buckles, the other pastel pink with soft straps. “hyung, black or pink? be honest.”
sunghoon buried his face in his hands. “i can’t believe you’re asking me this like you’re picking out shoes.”
sunoo leaned closer, voice a teasing purr. “i wanna look good for you. don’t you wanna see me all dressed up, hyung?”
sunghoon did not want to admit how fast his stomach flipped at the thought.
they wandered further, sunoo stopping to coo at a display of glass toys (sunghoon thought he’d pass out right there), then to compare bottles of lube. “this one says it warms up. this one tingles. oooh, hyung, this one’s strawberry flavored!”
“put it back.” sunghoon’s voice cracked.
sunoo giggled, slipping the strawberry one into their little shopping basket anyway.
by the time they reached checkout, sunghoon looked like he’d survived a battlefield; pale, sweating, his dignity shredded to pieces. meanwhile, sunoo was bright and chipper, carrying their bag of purchases like it was nothing more than a trip to the bookstore.
as they stepped outside, the late afternoon air cooling sunghoon’s burning face, sunoo bumped their shoulders together, smiling up at him. “see? that wasn’t so bad.”
sunghoon gave him a haunted look. “sunoo… there are things i can’t unsee.”
sunoo laughed so hard he nearly dropped the bag.
sunghoon sat on the bed like a man awaiting trial, glaring at the discreet little shopping bag sitting innocently on the shelf on the wall.
it wasn’t innocent. it was evil. it was a ticking time bomb with pastel straps and flavored lube inside.
he hadn’t touched it since they got home. sunoo, of course, had unpacked it all with terrifying nonchalance—sliding the lube into their bedside drawer, neatly tucking the harness box onto the shelf like it was a spare phone charger. and then he’d gone back to scrolling tiktok, humming like nothing world-shattering had just occurred.
meanwhile, sunghoon’s dignity was, once again, being stalked.
everywhere he went, sunoo was there.
if sunghoon bent over to tie his shoes—sunoo’s hand was immediately at his ass, a soft squeeze, a too-innocent smile. if he leaned over the sink to brush his teeth—sunoo pressed up behind him, lips brushing his ear, whispering, “you look so good like this, hyung…” before skipping away like he hadn’t just shaved five years off sunghoon’s lifespan.
even doing laundry wasn’t safe. sunghoon bent to pull clothes from the washer and nearly dropped dead when sunoo smacked his ass loud enough to echo in the tiny room.
“kim sunoo!” sunghoon yelped, clutching the basket like a shield. “you're behaving like a horn–dog!”
“you’re overreacting,” sunoo said sweetly, batting his lashes as if he wasn’t actively orchestrating psychological warfare.
sunghoon couldn’t win. he found himself standing painfully upright at all times. sitting down stiffly like a mannequin. refusing to bend over in public. every time sunoo walked into the room, sunghoon’s shoulders shot up to his ears, braced for the inevitable palm on his ass.
and sunoo—god, sunoo... he’d sidle up close, drape himself across sunghoon’s lap, trail his nails over his thigh, whispering things like, “don’t worry, hyung. i’ll be gentle.”
the worst part about it all was how sunghoon wasn’t sure if he wanted to run or fall to his knees obediently. because yes, he was horrified, dignity in tatters, convinced his end was near. but then sunoo would tilt his head, that soft hair falling into his eyes, that smile both angelic and devilish, and sunghoon’s heart would just… give up.
he was doomed.
absolutely doomed.
☆
the snow outside had been pouring since the early morning. sunghoon wasn't complaining, though. this meant that both he and sunoo had a free day. sunghoon from his ice skating coaching, and sunoo from his job at a reputable design studio a good two hours away. now, as it neared night, the near–snowstorm had slowed to a somewhat drizzle of snow, tapping gently against their bedroom window. the dim lamplight painted everything in honey, soft and golden, like the world had shrunk to just the two of them.
sunghoon lay flat on his back, sunoo sprawled lazily on top of him, their mouths locked in the kind of unhurried kiss that felt endless. sunoo tasted faintly sweet—sunghoon managed to get to get those mint–choco horrors after all—and sunghoon couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop the way his hands wandered, sliding down his boyfriend’s back like he was trying to memorize him all over again.
when sunoo finally pulled back, lips swollen and eyes heavy, sunghoon thought he’d survive off just the sight of him alone.
and then his mouth betrayed him.
“…let’s…” he started, voice cracked and hushed. he swallowed, heart slamming against his ribs. “…let’s try it out. you pegging me.”
the words lingered in the air, sharp and terrifying and irrevocable.
sunoo blinked, head tilted, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. his weight shifted just slightly against sunghoon’s hips, enough to make him shudder. “…hyung?”
sunghoon wanted to bury himself in the pillow. but instead, he forced himself to look at his boyfriend—the boy he loved more than anything, who scared him half to death and yet left him weak with just a smile. his throat tightened.
“i mean—” he choked out, “if it’s you… then i want to try.” his face burned, ears red, every inch of him trembling. “i trust you. you can be mean if you want.”
for once, sunoo didn’t tease. his eyes softened, all playful menace stripped away, replaced with something gentler, devastatingly tender. he leaned down, pressed their foreheads together, whispered, “you mean it?”
“…yeah.” it was barely a whisper. “plus, it could kind of be a birthday gift from you to me.”
the reminder of his birthday being the next day seemed to jolt something in sunoo. “are you sure? if something goes wrong, then tomorrow—”
“baby,” sunghoon interrupted him gently, "of something goes wrong then we can postpone the plans tomorrow. besides, i know for a fact that you won't let anything happen to me.”
sunoo’s hands framed his face like he was holding something fragile. his lips brushed over sunghoon’s, feather-light, and then he smiled—small, radiant, and so full of love it almost hurt.
“okay, hyung,” he said softly. “we’ll go slow. i’ll take care of you.”
and sunghoon believed him. god help him, he did. it didn't matter that he felt like his skin was on fire. it didn't matter that his pulse hadn’t slowed since the moment he’d said the words, since the moment sunoo’s eyes had softened like that, and now here they were—sitting on the edge of the bed, knees brushing, while sunoo disappeared briefly into the closet.
nothing else mattered in this moment other than the vision that was kim sunoo, bathed in the warm, dim table lamp. when he came back, he was holding a small box. compact. innocuous. but to sunghoon it looked like the most dangerous thing in the world.
“…you had that ready?” he croaked, half horrified, half impressed.
sunoo just smirked, setting the box down between them on the duvet. “hyung, i told you. i like being prepared.”
prepared. god. sunghoon swallowed hard, his dignity clashing with the fact that his boyfriend was glowing in that soft lamplight, hair falling prettily into his eyes, lips pink from kissing. how was he supposed to resist someone who looked like that?
sunoo flicked the box open. the sight made sunghoon stiffen—because oh, there were things in there. lube, a bottle of something, a couple of different sizes of plugs, and at the very bottom, what he absolutely refused to acknowledge was a harness.
“don’t look so scared,” sunoo teased, his voice maddeningly calm, almost gentle. “we’re not jumping into the deep end. we’ll start with this.”
he plucked out the bottle of lube (sassy strawberry read the label) and set it delicately on sunghoon’s thigh. like he was offering a gift.
sunghoon stared at it. “that’s… supposed to…”
“mmhm.” sunoo leaned in, close enough to press a kiss under his jaw, his voice honey-sweet against his skin. “but only if you want.”
the heat that flooded sunghoon’s body had nothing to do with fear this time. he tried to form words, tried to remind himself that he had some pride left, but then sunoo kissed him—slow, coaxing, so patient it was unbearable—and his body betrayed him, lips parting under his boyfriend’s with a quiet, shuddery sound.
sunoo smiled against his mouth, kissing him deeper, and sunghoon realized this was how it would happen. not all at once, not overwhelming, but like this: sunoo easing him in, one kiss, one touch at a time, until the thought of not wanting this was impossible.
when sunoo pulled back, his lips glistened. he whispered, “just relax for me, hyung. let me make it good for you.”
and all sunghoon could do was nod, dizzy and undone, as sunoo reached for the bag. the elder was already warm all over, flushed deep into the tips of his ears, when sunoo set the familiar little shopping bag onto the bed. he wanted to groan into his hands and disappear.
“you brought that here?” he muttered, voice cracking halfway through.
“hyung,” sunoo hummed, climbing gracefully onto his lap, straddling him with infuriating ease. “we bought it together. don’t act like you don’t remember.”
how could he not remember? the image of that pastel pink harness, dangling off sunoo’s slender fingers, had been seared into his memory like some fever dream. and the strawberry lube—sunoo had insisted on it with a straight face, while he’d been standing there sweating bullets in the aisle.
now, sunoo’s arms looped lazily around his neck, his soft weight settling on his thighs. he kissed sunghoon once, slow and deliberate, and when he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling. “we’ll go slow. you trust me, right?”
“…yeah.” his voice was hoarse. his hands were gripping at sunoo’s waist, almost desperate, like if he let go, he’d float away.
“good boy.”
that was all it took. sunghoon felt something cave in inside his chest, his pride collapsing into dust, and then sunoo was sliding off his lap to kneel on the bed, tugging the shopping bag open. the sight made sunghoon want to cover his eyes—because there it was, the harness, coiled pink straps looking obscene against the cream sheets, and the slim baby pink cock resting beside it.
sunoo ignored them for now, picking up the strawberry lube instead. he turned it in his hands, shaking it lightly before catching sunghoon’s gaze. “this one’s for you. want me to make it sweet?”
sunghoon swallowed hard, his throat dry. “you’re killing me.”
“no,” sunoo said sweetly, climbing forward to kiss him again, “i’m taking care of you.”
the cap popped open, and the faint smell of fake strawberries filled the air, almost comical, if sunghoon wasn’t currently lying back against the pillows trying not to combust.
sunoo’s fingers brushed low, teasing at the waistband of his sweats. “can i?”
sunghoon could only nod.
“lay over on your stomach for now, hyung. that would be more comfortable.”
what followed was nothing short of torture. sunoo eased his sweats and briefs down just enough, exposing him to the cool air before slicking his fingers generously with the pink-tinged lube. the first press at his rim made sunghoon jolt, hands fisting the sheets, but then sunoo leaned over him, kissing his jaw, his cheek, his mouth, soft murmurs slipping out between them.
“relax… you’re okay… that’s it, hyung.”
one finger slipped in, slow and deliberate. sunghoon gasped, shuddering all over, his thighs trembling against the sheets. sunoo kissed him again, pulling back with a smug little smile.
“you’re so tight,” he teased, moving his finger gently, curling just a little. “it’s kind of cute.”
“d-don’t—” sunghoon tried to glare, but his breath hitched mid-word, another shaky gasp leaving him when sunoo began moving the first around.
sunoo’s voice was like honey, washing over sunghoon and dripping down his throat and making him feel sticky all over. “doesn’t hurt, right? feels good?”
sunghoon bit down on a groan, his head falling back against the pillows. “…feels… weird. but okay.”
“mm,” sunoo pressed a kiss to his back, on the skin above his scapula. “you’re doing so well for me.”
and with that, the dread in sunghoon’s chest twisted into something darker, heavier, unbearably hot. because if this was just sunoo’s fingers—gentle, coaxing, strawberry-sweet—what the hell would it feel like when he finally strapped in?
sunoo’s fingers worked carefully, slowly, never pushing too much, always pausing to kiss along sunghoon’s face or throat whenever he felt him tense. two fingers stretched him open now, the slick squelch of strawberry lube faint in the quiet room.
sunghoon’s chest was rising and falling too fast, his face burning red. his head tipped back into the pillow, and every time sunoo curled his fingers just slightly, his breath caught in his throat.
“hyung…” sunoo murmured against his jaw, voice low and teasing, “you’re clenching so much. are you nervous?”
“i—shut up,” sunghoon groaned, the sound coming out embarrassingly shaky. “you’re— ngh— doing this on purpose.”
“of course i am.”
that smugness should’ve irritated him, but the truth was, he was too far gone to care. especially when sunoo shifted just slightly, adjusting the angle of his fingers, and suddenly—
sunghoon choked on a moan, his entire body jerking like he’d just been shocked with electricity.
sunoo froze, and then his entire face lit up, eyes wide with triumph. “oh,” he breathed, his smile blooming slow and bright. “found it, hyung.”
“f–fuck—” sunghoon’s hips bucked without his permission, grinding down against the younger's fingers, his thighs trembling. he slapped a hand over his mouth, horrified at how loud that moan had been, but his eyes were glassy, his chest heaving.
sunoo, delighted, leaned close until her lips brushed his ear. “that good? want me to do it again?”
sunghoon tried to say yes, he really did. and then sunoo pressed in again, curling just right, and the strangled whimper that tore out of him said everything for him.
he giggled, the sound soft and unbearably sweet in contrast to what he was doing. “you’re so cute when you lose it, hyung. didn’t know you could sound like this.”
his hand dropped from his mouth just long enough to fist the sheets, his knuckles white. “sunoo— i swear to god—”
another press, another perfect stroke against that spot inside him, and sunghoon broke again, his voice spilling out raw and helpless. his thighs tried to clamp shut, but sunoo’s free hand kept them spread, firm but gentle.
“don’t hide from me,” he whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. “let me hear you.”
sunghoon’s breath stuttered, his voice cracking as another moan ripped from his throat, hips arching off the bed, greedy to suck sunoo's fingers even further. every sound only made sunoo smile wider, like he was cataloging each one, storing them away as treasures.
“see?” he murmured, his tone almost giddy. “you’re not even fighting me anymore.”
sunghoon squeezed his eyes shut, panting, the shame and pleasure twisting together in a dizzying knot. he wanted to deny it, to hold on to what little dignity he had left—but when sunoo crooked his fingers again, pressing mercilessly into that spot, all he could do was moan louder, his voice breaking open under his touch. pleasure spread through him like molten lava, seeping into every nook and cranny of his body. it made him tear up a little; sunoo making him feel these sensations, sunoo's gentle words, sunoo's kind eyes, sunoo, sunoo, sunoo.
his pace grew steadier, more confident with every broken noise that spilled out of him. his fingers curled, twisted, spread—every motion deliberate, every angle carefully tuned to make him unravel further.
and unravel he did. sunghoon’s voice was nothing like himself anymore—he wasn’t composed, wasn’t the cool and collected man people saw on the rink or the stage during a gig with his friends. he was gasping and moaning, high-pitched and desperate, his throat straining with every sound.
“f–fuck—sunoo—oh my—” his voice cracked, tumbling into a ragged cry when sunoo’s fingers drove deep again, curling right into that spot that made his vision blur. his thighs kicked helplessly against the bed, his body arching off the sheets and further down onto sunoo's fingers, eager to have the comforting weight buried deep.
it was humiliating. it was unbearable. he didn't think he ever wanted to stop.
he sounded like someone straight out of a porno—long, drawn-out moans, little broken whimpers, curses slurred into sobs. every time he tried to bite down on the noises, his body betrayed him with another desperate cry.
“hyung,” sunoo gasped between giggles, thrilled at the state of him. he sunk a soothing hand into sunghoon's hair, and sunghoon felt his weight shift, felt sunoo's thighs settles onto ethereal side of his hips. sunoo turned his head back to himself, eager to kiss him, and the sight that greeted him was… unreal.
sunghoon was unreal. tears shimmering at the corners of dark, pretty eyes, a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of his bitten–pink lips, mouth open slightly. sunghoon looked mindless, eyes hazy from pleasure. sunoo thought he'd never looked this gorgeous. he dipped his head and kissed the corner of sunghoon's mouth, his lips sticky-sweet with strawberry lube from where he’d licked his fingers earlier. “you’re so loud.”
he pulled his fingers out with a squelching sound, earning a whine from sunghoon at the loss, and causing his ears to turn bright pink. sunoo caressed sunghoon's ass and pressed a soft kiss to his lower back, just above sunghoon's butt. he watched with rapt delight as the elder shivered under his touch. “turn over, hyung, wanna see you.”
and well, that was a request sunghoon could definitely fulfill. he turned over onto his back with a slight thumping sound, finally getting to see sunoo, and wow.
sunoo was always beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, actually, but like this… with his hair ruffled from sunghoon clutching at it whenever they kissed, the dim, warm lighting from the bulb emanating around him like a halo… sunoo looked like an angel. he looked otherworldly, and sunghoon found he wouldn't mind much if this were the sight that last graced him before he died.
sunoo smiled gently at him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of sunghoon’s nose. “gosh, hyung… you look so pretty…” it was normal, sunoo called him pretty all the time. pretty, handsome, beautiful; but hearing him say it like this made sunghoon want to be good for him.
sunghoon didn't even realize he was doing it until he heard sunoo’s breath hitch. something about the way sunoo was looking at him — soft, reverent, hungry — flipped a switch inside him, made him want to perform for him, made him melt into the mattress like he was made for sunoo’s hands only.
slowly, without thinking much, he let his arms glide up above his head, stretching them long until his spine curved just a little, his ribs sharpening in the low light. his wrists met loosely, not tied, but offered — delicate, almost teasing in how easy he looked to take. his back arched off the bed in a gentle lift, hips tilted upward in a way that wasn't accidental at all, a quiet presentation that makes his waist taper in, makes him look smaller, softer, easy to fold. the angle pulled the line of his abdomen tight, a subtle concave that guided sunoo's eyes down, down, down.
he tried to do it the way he'd seen sunoo do it. his legs fell open first, then close again, thighs brushing as if he was shy, only to cross at the knees in a slow, almost coy tangle. it was a pose that looked natural, lazy, but there was nothing lazy about it — it was practiced in its innocence, a sultry imitation of the way sunoo always lounged when he knew sunghoon was watching.
and when he finally tilted his head to the side, hair spilling across the pillow, lips parted just slightly, he looked devastating — a pretty thing stretched out just for his darling boyfriend.
“sunoo–yah,” he purred, voice thick and sugar–sweet, “won’t you fuck your pretty hyung?”
he wasn't really sure what exactly possessed him to be this slutty, or what outcome he expected it to bring about , but if sunoo's blown pupils and heavy breathing were any indication, he'd succeeded.
“fuck, hyung…” sunoo breathed out, letting his gaze travel all over sunghoon flushed, pliant body. god, he was pink all over. pink cheeks, pink ears, pink chest, flushed pink cock, pink knees, pink thighs, pink, pink, pink all over.
he reached for the lube bottle, squirting some more on his hands and warming it up before pushing them back into sunghoon. “you look like a good and proper bottom, do you know that?”
“shut—oh—” sunghoon tried, his face red, his voice shaking so badly he couldn’t even form the insult.
“louder than me,” sunoo teased, his pace quickening, his eyes dark and delighted as he watched his hyung’s body writhe. “you sound so good, hyung, don’t stop—let me hear you.”
his words broke something in sunghoon. he felt that coil in his stomach tighten further, muscles pulling taut. his hand flew to sunoo’s hair, tugging, the other clawing the sheets as his hips rocked helplessly into sunoo’s hand. “sunoo—ngh—think ’m gonna—”
“come for me, then,” he whispered against his ear, breath warm, fingers thrusting deep with merciless precision. “want to see you lose it.”
and he did. sunghoon shattered with a cry that tore itself from deep in his chest, raw and shameless, the kind of moan that would’ve made him curl up and die of shame if he’d heard it from himself. his whole body seized, trembling violently as he came untouched, his cock spurting across his stomach and chest while sunoo milked him through it, his fingers working him until he was sobbing with overstimulation.
sunoo didn’t stop kissing him the whole time, pressing soft pecks against his temple, his cheek, his jaw, contrasting the sweet affection with the relentless way his fingers curled into him.
when he finally collapsed back, chest heaving, his skin damp with sweat and release, sunoo was grinning down at him, cheeks pink and eyes sparkling with victory.
“you really just came on my fingers untouched, hyung.” his voice was sing-song, mocking but affectionate. he kissed his lips once, gentle. “that was so hot.”
sunghoon covered his face with both hands, still panting, absolutely mortified. “i hate you.”
“you love me,” sunoo said cheerfully, slipping his fingers out and reaching for the tissues on the nightstand. he pressed one into his hyung’s hand. “and you sounded like a porn star. my porn star.”
the sound sunghoon made into his palms was somewhere between a groan and a whimper.
sunoo slipped off the bed with a little bounce in his step, humming under his breath as though he hadn’t just wrung his hyung dry with nothing but his fingers. his movements were unhurried, almost leisurely, as he padded across the room to where the little shopping bag from last week sat on the chair at his vanity. he crouched to pull it open, rummaging with far too much ease, like he’d been waiting for this moment. “mmm… okay, where’s—ah, here.”
the sound of plastic crinkling made sunghoon’s stomach twist. he turned his head toward him instinctively, breath still shallow, heart still jackhammering from the orgasm sunoo had just dragged out of him—and promptly forgot how to breathe at the sight.
the bedside lamp threw everything into warm golds and shadows. sunoo’s skin glowed soft and dewy, his hair falling into his face, his lips swollen from kissing. and then—then there was the strap in his hands. the harness all pink, the silicone cock a deceptively harmless beige.
he stepped out of his shorts, balancing easily as he buckled himself in with a practiced sort of care, humming like he was fixing an accessory before going out.
sunghoon couldn’t look away. his mouth was dry and his whole body felt too hot, prickling with something halfway between dread and a dizzy, sick desire. his gorgeous, lovely boyfriend—his sweet sunoo—was standing there in nothing but an oversized t-shirt hitched up over his waist and a pink strap-on hugging his hips, the silicone cock bobbing obscenely in the lamplight.
“sunghoon-hyung,” sunoo said, his voice almost innocent as he glanced over his shoulder, adjusting the straps against his thighs. “you’re staring.”
sunghoon jolted, cheeks burning, scrambling for words. “…y-you—you’re—” his throat clicked as he swallowed. sunoo was beautiful and terrifying and— god, he was sunghoon's.
sunoo only smiled that soft, devastating smile. he ran a hand down the front of the strap like he was smoothing down the folds of a skirt, utterly at ease, as if he weren’t casually gearing up to absolutely rearrange his boyfriend’s entire dignity.
“are you nervous?” he teased lightly, climbing back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. the cock nudged against sunghoon’s thigh as he leaned in to kiss him, sweet and slow, as if he hadn’t just introduced the single most obscene image of sunghoon’s life.
sunghoon froze, every nerve on fire. he was staring again. he couldn’t stop. the contrast between sunoo’s cherub-soft face and the way the strap sat bold and unrelenting on his hips was frying his brain.
“…fuck,” sunghoon whispered hoarsely before he could stop himself, the word slipping raw out of his mouth.
sunoo tilted his head, eyes crinkling with delight. “good ‘fuck,’ or bad ‘fuck’?”
sunghoon’s only answer was to bury his face in sunoo’s shoulder, his ears bright red, praying he’d survive the night. sunoo shifted him comfortably into his lap, the weight of him familiar and grounding—except this time, there was nothing grounding about it. not when the strap pressed insistently against sunghoon’s thigh every time sunoo moved. not when sunghoon could feel the subtle tug of the harness against his boyfriend’s hips through the kiss.
his lips were soft, his kisses unhurried, but each brush of his mouth only twisted the coil of nerves in sunghoon’s gut tighter and tighter. sunoo was kissing him like this was just another lazy evening, like they weren’t seconds away from breaking every unspoken law of the universe.
sunghoon, meanwhile, couldn’t stop thinking about it. the way the strap had looked when sunoo pulled it on. the way it swayed when he walked back to the bed. the way it looked now, bold and obscene, nestled between them as if it belonged there.
sunoo pulled back slightly, lips glistening, his eyes hooded but unbearably sweet. he trailed his fingers across sunghoon’s cheekbone, down his throat, until they rested lightly against his chest, tapping in time with his frantic heartbeat.
“still with me, hyung?” he asked softly. his tone was careful, coaxing, though his smile gave him away—playful, smug, the tiniest bit dangerous.
sunghoon nodded too quickly, his ears red. “y-yeah. i’m fine.”
sunoo hummed. “you don’t look fine.” he shifted again, the strap brushing against sunghoon’s bare skin, and it was all sunghoon could do not to buck away—or toward—it.
“sunoo…” his name left sunghoon’s lips like a prayer and a warning all at once. his hands tightened instinctively on sunoo’s hips, not pushing him away but holding him still, desperate for control he didn’t have.
sunoo’s grin widened the tiniest bit, eyes sparkling like he’d just caught sunghoon in a lie. “you’re blushing so hard, hyung. Is it because of this?” he tilted his hips deliberately, dragging the silicone cock against sunghoon’s thigh, lazy and unhurried.
sunghoon sucked in a shaky breath, his head tipping back against the pillow. god, i'm doomed.
“sunoo—”
“mm?” he tilted his head, feigning innocence. his hand slid down to rest on sunghoon’s stomach, tracing idle circles as if the question hadn’t already stripped sunghoon of half his sanity.
“…you look ridiculous in that thing,” sunghoon tried weakly, his voice cracking halfway through.
sunoo laughed—a small, bright sound that should’ve been harmless, except for the way it warmed sunghoon’s chest and twisted his stomach all at once. he leaned in, his nose brushing sunghoon’s, his lips grazing just close enough to tease.
“then why,” he murmured, “are you staring at me like you want to eat me alive?"
sunghoon shied away, feeling his face flame red. he was staring, wide-eyed, helpless, like he’d been ensnared in a trap. his lips parted but no words came out, just a low, frustrated sound that only made sunoo’s grin grow sharper. the strap shifted again as sunoo leaned down to kiss him—slow, deep, dragging—and sunghoon swore he could feel it even though he knew that was impossible. his body betrayed him with a shiver that made sunoo chuckle against his mouth.
sunoo pulled back just enough to whisper, “you know, hyung… we don’t even have to do anything tonight. we can just… sit here like this. let you get used to it.”
that was worse. so much worse. sunghoon’s brain was short-circuiting under the weight of the implication, the knowledge that sunoo only cared about sunghoon's pleasure and safety, everything else be damned.
and god help him—he was letting him. sunghoon thought he might survive this—barely, but still—until sunoo’s fingers slipped lower. not between his legs, not really, but curling around his wrist, guiding his hand downwards.
sunghoon’s heart lurched. “wait—”
“shh,” sunoo’s voice was soft, coaxing. he tilted his head, pressing a lazy kiss to the corner of sunghoon’s mouth as though nothing at all was out of the ordinary. his fingers tightened around sunghoon’s wrist, patient but insistent, dragging it down between them until—
until his palm brushed the strap. sunghoon froze. he could feel it. smooth silicone, firm, alien, too heavy with implication. his whole body jerked in reaction, every nerve in him screaming, but sunoo didn’t let go.
“see?” sunoo whispered, lips grazing his jaw. “not so scary.”
sunghoon’s breath came out sharp, caught somewhere between a whimper and a scoff. “you—you think this is funny? hardy har har.” it was a poor imitation of trying to ease the air around him, but it seemed to work.
sunoo pulled back just enough to look at him, his face glowing warm in the lamplight. “a little,” he admitted, smiling, though his eyes were soft and steady. “mostly i just think you’re cute when you panic, hyung.”
“cute,” sunghoon repeated, dazed. his hand twitched, half-ready to yank away, but sunoo tightened his hold just enough to keep him there. not trapping, not forcing—just… holding.
and then sunghoon realized, with a spike of horror and heat, that his fingers were curling—without permission—against the length. testing its weight. his breath stuttered. god. he was holding it. he was actually—
sunoo leaned closer, his lips brushing his ear. “do you want to stop? you know your safeword, hyung.”
sunghoon’s throat worked. his pride screamed yes. his body and mind and heart screamed no. and in the thick silence, the only thing that left his lips was a strangled, “…keep going.”
the smile that bloomed on sunoo’s face nearly stopped his heart. “good boy,” he murmured, reaching for a pillow and propping it under sunghoon's hips.
sunghoon’s eyes slammed shut. he knew he was done for. he hadn’t even realized when his legs ended up there—hooked over sunoo’s shoulders, knees parted, thighs trembling in the dim amber wash of the bedside lamp. he felt exposed, almost shamefully so, but sunoo’s hands on his hips were grounding, steady, warm.
“relax, hyung,” sunoo whispered, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee. he looked up from where he knelt between sunghoon’s thighs, hair mussed from their earlier kisses, lips kiss-swollen and wet. the strap gleamed faintly, slicked up in strawberry lube, obscene and perfect. too perfect.
sunghoon swallowed hard. his fingers dug into the sheets, knuckles white. this was insane. this was really happening. the blunt head pressed to his rim, cool and slippery, and sunghoon’s breath hitched so violently he nearly sat up.
“shh,” sunoo soothed again, stroking his hip with his thumb. “i’ve got you. just…breathe, okay?”
sunghoon’s body screamed don’t let it in, don’t let it in, but his heart whispered it’s him, it’s sunoo, your sunoo, and really, there wasn't much sunghoon wouldn't do in the name of his affections for the younger. his thighs tightened instinctively, but sunoo shifted closer, patient, waiting for the resistance to ease.
the first push was so slow it was torture. the stretch burned sharp, a foreign pressure that made sunghoon’s entire face scrunch up, eyes squeezing shut. he couldn’t help the broken sound that slipped past his lips—half-groan, half-whimper.
“you’re doing so good,” sunoo murmured, kissing his knee again, then his thigh, his stomach. his voice was soft, reverent, and it made sunghoon dizzy. “just let me in, hyung. you’re perfect.
sunghoon cracked his eyes open and oh, what a mistake that was. because sunoo looked ethereal like this, bathed in dim golden light, brows drawn in concentration, mouth parted as he worked himself deeper into sunghoon’s body. his pretty face flushed, his lashes low, his lips murmuring praise that only made the heat burn sharper inside sunghoon’s chest. his gorgeous hazel eyes were glimmering with affection, and the amount of care made sunghoon's throat choke up a little.
and that was the worst part—because sunghoon’s own expression had to look the opposite: face twisted in gradually dissipating discomfort, hair sticking to his damp temples, lips parted in desperate pants. he wanted to look composed, in control. but here he was—legs spread, clutching at the sheets, trying to take his beautiful boyfriend inch by inch.
sunoo eased another fraction deeper, his hips inching forward, and sunghoon let out a strangled moan, nails clawing into the fabric beneath him. “f-fuck—”
“almost in,” sunoo promised, voice steady, low. he kissed the trembling line of sunghoon’s jaw. “hyung, you’re so good for me. you have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
sunghoon bit down on a moan, but it was useless. because god, he knew it too. He knew how insane it had to look—sunoo between his thighs, gentle and careful, his own body stretched around the strap, already giving in, already falling apart. and when the first fraction finally slid inside, sunghoon’s head fell back against the pillow with a guttural sound that made sunoo’s chest tighten in pride. his breath was coming too fast, chest heaving, his thighs trembling where they rested over sunoo’s shoulders. every nerve in his body was screaming, stretched wide, aching, too much and not enough all at once.
“easy,” sunoo whispered, kissing his knee again, then lower, pressing soft pecks against his thigh as though to soothe the burn from inside. his hand smoothed along sunghoon’s hip, grounding him. “just let me take care of you, hyung.”
another inch slid in. sunghoon’s nails raked down the sheets with a ragged moan, his head tossing to the side. “fuck—s-sunoo, wait, mint—”
sunoo froze instantly, still as stone. “do you need me to stop?” his voice was low, careful, and his eyes, when sunghoon dared to meet them, were devastatingly tender.
sunghoon shook his head, jaw tight. “n-no… just—just slow, baby.”
the endearment slipped out raw, unfiltered, and sunoo’s breath hitched faintly before he leaned down to kiss him—sweet, steady, lips warm against sunghoon’s damp skin. “i’ll go slow.”
he eased in another fraction, hips rocking gently forward, giving sunghoon’s body time to stretch around him. sunghoon’s moans grew higher, sharper, filling the quiet room in a way that made his own ears burn. he wanted to bite them back, keep them in—but every time the thick strap pushed deeper, his body betrayed him, voice cracking into broken, pornographic sounds.
sunoo’s face softened with something close to awe. “hyung… you sound so good for me.” his tone was almost reverent, as if every whimper, every desperate gasp was a gift.
another inch. then another.
sunghoon’s eyes rolled back for a second, his toes curling where they brushed against sunoo’s back. he felt too full, too stretched, every nerve raw, but beneath it all—something electric thrummed low in his gut. something dangerous. sunoo kissed along his collarbone, murmuring between each press of lips. “almost there… so close, baby, you’re taking me so well.”
and then—with one slow, careful push—sunoo bottomed out. the stretch hit sunghoon all at once, overwhelming, sharp and thick and impossible to ignore. his back arched off the bed with a strangled cry, head tipping back into the pillow, mouth falling open.
“fuck, fuck—” he could barely breathe, his chest heaving, his face flushed crimson. his entire body trembled with the effort of holding on, of not falling apart completely.
sunoo stayed still, pressed deep inside him, chest against his knees. his hands smoothed over sunghoon’s thighs, gentle, soothing, as though to anchor him back into his body. he pressed a soft kiss to his temple, his cheek, his lips.
sunoo stayed still, pressed deep inside him, chest against his knees. his hands smoothed over sunghoon’s thighs, gentle, soothing, as though to anchor him back into his body. he pressed a soft kiss to his temple, his cheek, his lips.
“hyung,” he whispered against his mouth, “you’re perfect. so pretty like this. you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
and sunghoon cracked his eyes open just enough to look—and nearly lost it completely. because sunoo looked beautiful, flushed and radiant under the lamplight, strap buried inside him, expression equal parts pride and worship.
sunghoon swallowed hard, voice breaking on a whisper. “y-you’re insane if you think i can survive this…”
sunoo only smiled softly, brushing their noses together. “you’ll be fine, baby. i’ve got you.”
sunghoon couldn’t move. couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe properly with how full he felt.
the stretch wasn’t just inside him—it was everywhere. down his spine, curling into the soles of his feet, coiled in the tips of his trembling fingers. his thighs shook around sunoo’s shoulders, threatening to slip, but sunoo’s hands were there, steady, warm, stroking gently as though holding him together.
“too much?” sunoo asked, voice low, soft, threaded through with concern. his lips brushed against the damp skin of sunghoon’s knee.
sunghoon’s head snapped side to side in the pillow, hair sticking to his flushed face. “n-no—” his voice cracked, broken, pathetic, but wanting more, “don’t—don’t you dare pull out.”
sunoo’s chest rose with a slow, steady breath, his eyes going molten as he leaned closer, resting his forehead against sunghoon’s shin. “okay,” he whispered, reverent. “i won’t move. i’ll stay right here. tell me when you want me to move, hm?”
that almost killed him. sunghoon’s vision blurred, his jaw slackening around a choked moan that sounded obscene in the small, dimly lit room. he could feel the way his body stretched around the thick length inside him, snug, clenching helplessly, but unable to do a damn thing about it. every twitch, every shallow breath made the intrusion throb sharper, and sunghoon swore he could feel the beat of his own pulse against it.
his hands clawed uselessly at the sheets, then into his own hair, tugging, trying to ground himself. “f-fuck, sunoo—”
“hyung,” sunoo’s voice, soft but firm, brought his gaze back down. his boyfriend’s face was flushed, glowing, strands of hair sticking to his forehead, but his expression was so unbearably tender. his thumbs stroked soothing circles into the trembling muscle of sunghoon’s thighs. “breathe with me.”
sunghoon tried, but every inhale seemed to catch around the overwhelming fullness, making his chest rise too sharply. his exhale came out as a long, wrecked whimper. sunoo leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, featherlight. “that’s it. just like that. you’re doing so well.”
and that ruined him. because sunghoon had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—spread open, taken apart—and yet, sunoo looked at him like he was something precious. like this was worship, not ruin. sunghoon’s hands shook as they found sunoo’s hair, dragging him into a desperate kiss. it was messy, wet, nothing like their usual careful rhythm. just open mouths, sharp gasps, teeth clashing. sunghoon swallowed the soft groan sunoo let slip when his hips twitched forward by accident, sinking the strap just that fraction deeper.
sunghoon broke the kiss with a strangled cry, forehead knocking against Sunoo’s shoulder. “s-sunoo—god, i can’t—”
“you can,” sunoo murmured, lips brushing his temple, patient and steady even as his own body trembled with restraint. “you already are. look at you, hyung. taking me so well, so fucking gorgeous like this.”
sunghoon’s nails dug into his boyfriend’s back, leaving crescents. he didn’t know if he wanted to scream or beg or cry, but the one thing he knew for certain was that he never wanted sunoo to pull out. not yet. not when the fullness itself was enough to unravel him completely. his breathing was ragged, every inhale shallow, every exhale trembling. his fingers curled against sunoo’s shoulders, not quite pushing, not quite pulling—just clinging like he’d float away without the anchor.
for a moment, the only sound was the quiet patter of a light drizzle against the window and the faint creak of the bed beneath their weight. then—finally—sunghoon broke.
“sunoo,” he rasped, voice wrecked and desperate. his throat felt too dry, the word came out cracked, but he forced himself through it. “please. move. just—” he bit his lip hard enough to sting, cheeks flaming. “slowly.”
sunoo froze, breath catching, eyes wide and unreadable in the dim light. for a heartbeat, he didn’t move, didn’t even blink, as though committing every detail of this moment to memory—the way sunghoon was trembling beneath him, legs spread shamelessly over his shoulders, hair a wild halo on the pillow, lips swollen and raw. then his face softened, unbearably fond. he leaned forward, kissing the corner of sunghoon’s mouth like a vow. “okay,” he whispered. “slow. i’ve got you.”
sunghoon nodded frantically, hiding half his face in sunoo’s shoulder, unable to meet those tender eyes for longer than a second. his body clenched helplessly around the cock buried inside him, a low, broken sound escaping him before he could stop it.
sunoo’s hands tightened on his thighs, steady, grounding, and then—gently, achingly gently—he eased his hips back. just a fraction. just enough for sunghoon to feel the drag of it against every nerve ending, the obscene stretch of being pulled open. sunghoon’s head fell back against the pillow with a strangled gasp, his knuckles white in the sheets. “f-fuck—”
and then sunoo pushed forward again, slow, careful, bottoming out until their hips met.
sunghoon saw stars as the silicone rubbed against something in him. his toes curled, his vision blurred, his entire body seizing with the intensity of it. he barely realized he was moaning until sunoo kissed the sound right out of his mouth, swallowing every broken syllable.
sunoo’s voice was a breathless murmur against his lips, low and reverent. “good, hyung? does it feel good?”
sunghoon could only nod, too far gone, his voice cracked to pieces. “so—so fucking good—don’t stop—”
so sunoo didn’t. he set the slowest, most devastating rhythm imaginable, rocking into him inch by inch, every thrust deliberate, every retreat dragging fire down sunghoon’s spine. each time, sunghoon felt split wide open, filled to the brim, and every whimper, every plea only made sunoo kiss him deeper, softer, sweeter.
at first, sunghoon tried to hold on. he really did. he clawed at sunoo’s shoulders, buried his face against his neck, bit down on every stretch of skin he could manage. but the slow, steady drag of the strap inside him was too much—every retreat pulled a desperate whimper from his chest, every push back in had him arching helplessly, thighs trembling around sunoo’s ribs. the pace was unbearable. torturous.
“sunoo—” his voice cracked. he lifted his head, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glassy and frantic. “y-you’re… you’re driving me crazy.”
sunoo kissed his cheek, then the corner of his lips, still moving in that maddening rhythm. “slow’s better, hyung. i don’t want to hurt you.”
sunghoon actually whined, frustration clawing through the heat curling in his gut. “i don’t care—fuck, i don’t care. just—just more, please.” his hands slid down to sunoo’s hips, trying to push, to urge him deeper, faster, anything.
sunoo paused for a split second, pulling back enough to see sunghoon’s face—flushed, desperate, lips parted around little broken sounds. his eyes softened, but there was mischief too, a dangerous glint that had sunghoon’s stomach twisting. “you’re so greedy,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across sunghoon’s swollen bottom lip. “didn’t even last five minutes before begging.”
sunghoon’s whole body shuddered at the taunt, his pride collapsing in on itself. “i—fuck, i can’t help it—” he gasped as his back arched involuntarily when sunoo gave a sharper thrust. “you feel so good—sunoo, please, please just—please don’t make me wait.”
and that—his hyung, panting, begging, nails digging into his skin—was enough to shatter the last of sunoo’s restraint. he kissed sunghoon hard, swallowing every desperate sound, and when he pulled back his voice was rough, trembling with heat. “okay. you want more? i’ll give you more.”
the next thrust wasn’t slow—it was sharp, deep, deliberate—and sunghoon screamed, legs tightening around sunoo’s shoulders as his vision went white. the second sharp thrust had sunghoon breaking—his hands flew to clutch at the sheets, at sunoo’s arms, at anything to ground him, but nothing helped. his whole body trembled as the strap bottomed out again and again, dragging ragged moans from his chest.
sunoo, though, was relentless but calculating. every time sunghoon’s moans got too high, too wrecked, he slowed down, easing the strap halfway out and grinding instead, watching his hyung crumble under the change.
“f-fuck—don’t stop, don’t—” sunghoon’s head thrashed against the pillow, eyes rolling back. his legs locked tighter over sunoo’s shoulders, trying to pull him in. “please—please, sunoo, i can—”
“can you?” sunoo’s voice was velvet, warm but taunting. he leaned down, nipping sunghoon’s jaw, his thrusts suddenly shallow, just enough to make his hyung cry out in frustration. “look at you, begging like this. you wanted more, but now you can’t even take it.”
sunghoon let out something between a sob and a laugh, eyes shining as he grabbed sunoo’s face to force a kiss, messy and wet. “i can,” he gasped against his lips. “i can take it—sunoo, please, just fuck me—fuck me harder, i’ll take it, i swear!”
the promise made sunoo’s stomach twist hot. with a low groan, he snapped his hips forward, burying the strap to the hilt in one hard thrust that had sunghoon screaming into his mouth. the rhythm that followed was devastating—deep, fast, hungry, every thrust angled to hit that spot inside sunghoon that had him shuddering apart. his voice was wrecked, words tumbling free with no filter.
“god—oh, fuck—so deep, don’t stop, so good, sunoo, you’re so fucking good to me—”
and then, just as sunghoon’s body began to seize with impending release, sunoo slowed again, dragging out so achingly slow that sunghoon actually choked on a sob. “you’re cruel,” sunghoon whimpered, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, his pride abandoned in the sheets. “you’re fucking cruel—please, please, just let me—”
sunoo kissed him again, sweet and slow, even as his hips started moving rougher again, giving sunghoon everything he begged for. “not cruel, hyung,” he whispered against his lips. “just making sure you’ll never forget how good i can make you feel.”
sunghoon’s body arched helplessly against the mattress, his thighs trembling as he tried to grind down for more friction, anything more. the strap moved in him slowly, unbearably so, each glide deep and deliberate, like sunoo was savoring every second of his desperation.
“hyung…” sunoo’s voice was honey-sweet, soft but sharp enough to cut right through his haze. he leaned over, thumb brushing against sunghoon’s spit-slick lips. “you look so beautiful like this.”
sunghoon’s breath caught. he wasn’t sure if it was the silicone cock pressing just right inside him, or the warmth in sunoo’s tone that made his chest squeeze so tight.
“spread out for me, taking me so well,” sunoo continued, kissing the edge of his jaw as he rolled his hips forward with maddening slowness. “you’re so good for me, hyung, so perfect.”
sunghoon let out a broken sound, his arms grasping at sunoo's shoulders, burying his face into his shoulder as though that could hide the flood of heat crawling up his neck. “d-don’t say that—”
“why not?” sunoo tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. his smile was soft but merciless. “it’s true. look at you. look how good you’re being for me. taking every inch, even when you’re trembling like this.”
a shiver ran down sunghoon’s spine, and his hips rolled up greedily against sunoo’s without him realizing it.
“see?” sunoo murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple before thrusting deeper, making sunghoon gasp. “even your body knows. you love it when i’m inside you. you love being stretched out for me, don’t you?”
sunghoon’s pride crumbled faster than his voice did. he nodded, breathless, tears threatening to spill as he clung to sunoo’s shoulders. “y-yeah… fuck—love it, love you, sunoo—”
“that’s my hyung,” sunoo’s chest swelled at the confession, his lips curving into something radiant as he kissed sunghoon hard, swallowing his whimpers. “so good for me. so perfect. you don’t even know what you do to me.”
the rhythm picked up again, still not merciless, but steady enough to keep sunghoon moaning into sunoo’s mouth, the strap dragging across his prostate with every thrust. sunoo’s words poured into his ear between kisses, hot and relentless.
“you’re gorgeous like this.”
“my gorgeous hyung, all soft for me.”
“every time you moan out, i want to give you more.”
“you’re mine, aren’t you? all of you, just for me…”
and each word only drove sunghoon higher, his body wound tight, his heart drumming like he couldn’t contain all the feelings sunoo was pressing into him. sunoo’s thrusts quickened, still smooth but hitting just right, over and over until sunghoon couldn’t even think—only feel. his legs shook where they were hooked over sunoo’s shoulders, every nerve ending alight, every drag of the strap against his prostate making his vision blur.
“hyung,” sunoo breathed against his mouth, kissing him between every word, “you’re trembling so much. are you close? hm? gonna cum for me like this?”
sunghoon whimpered, nails digging into sunoo’s arms. “y-yeah, fuck—sunoo, please—”
sunoo’s smile was devastatingly soft, even as he rolled his hips harder, deeper, filling sunghoon with that overwhelming fullness that had him gasping. “that’s it. let go for me, baby. i’ve got you. i’ll hold you the whole way through.”
the praise hit harder than the thrusts. sunghoon’s chest heaved, every syllable unraveling him. his body clenched desperately around the toy, the stretch almost too much but so perfect, and sunoo’s voice wrapped around him like velvet, steady and sure.
“you’re so good, hyung. my beautiful boy. my perfect hyung taking me so well. cum for me, hm? let me see you.”
that was all it took. sunghoon broke with a sharp cry, his whole body bowing off the mattress as pleasure slammed through him. white-hot, overwhelming, spilling over before he could even stop it. he sobbed into sunoo’s neck, shuddering with the force of it as his cum painted across his stomach, each pulse wrung out by the strap grinding into him. sunoo held him close, kissing his hairline, whispering through his cries. “that’s it. that’s my good boy. so gorgeous when you fall apart like this.”
sunghoon’s muscles spasmed around the toy, still fluttering weakly as aftershocks rolled through him, his moans broken and shaky. sunoo didn’t stop his slow rocking, easing him down gently, kissing every bit of flushed skin he could reach.
by the time sunghoon sagged back onto the mattress, boneless and dazed, sunoo was still looking down at him like he’d just witnessed something divine. his hand stroked sunghoon’s cheek, his smile tender. “you did so well for me, hyung. i’m so proud of you.”
sunghoon could only stare up at him, breathless and ruined, whispering hoarsely, “fuck, i love you.”
and sunoo kissed him deep, full of warmth and sweetness, as if to say—he already knew.
he shifted, hands braced on either side of sunghoon’s head as he whispered, “you did so well, hyung. i’ll pull out now, okay? rest a little—”
but the second he started to move back, sunghoon whined, whined, hips lifting to chase him. his hands gripped sunoo’s shoulders tight, dragging him down as if he could anchor him in place. “wait—” his voice broke, eyes squeezed shut, lashes wet with tears. his whole body flushed crimson as he stammered out, “c-can… can we go again?”
sunoo froze, breath caught in his throat. “…hyung?”
sunghoon opened his eyes then, glassy and desperate, and pushed his hips forward until the strap pressed even deeper. he gasped at the sensation, body twitching but refusing to let go. “i-i don’t wanna stop yet. please? i wanna… wanna ride it.” his face burned hotter, but the words tumbled out in a breathless rush. “wanna ride you, sunoo.”
sunoo swore under his breath, his composure fracturing at the sight of his usually composed boyfriend begging like this. his hands trembled where they cupped sunghoon’s face, his own arousal painfully sharp despite the strap between them. “god, hyung… do you even know what you’re saying to me right now?”
sunghoon only whimpered, hips rolling helplessly as though his body refused to be empty. “i know. i want it. i want you so bad. lemme ride you, sunoo-yah. please?”
the plea shattered sunoo’s restraint. he leaned down, kissing sunghoon rough and dizzying, his tongue pressing deep, his moan muffled against sunghoon’s mouth. when he pulled back, his eyes were dark, his voice a low, wrecked rasp.
“then ride me, hyung. show me how bad you want it.” he leaned back against the headboard, the strap jutting up between his thighs, still slick with lube. his chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, cheeks pink, lips bitten swollen. he crooked a finger, beckoning sunghoon closer, his tone softer now, but edged with heat. “c’mere, hyung.”
sunghoon shuffled closer on trembling legs, climbing into his lap. he straddled sunoo’s hips, knees pressing into the mattress on either side, and when he finally looked down, his entire face went crimson. seeing the toy strapped to sunoo from this angle made his mouth dry. it looked… so much bigger like this.
sunoo tilted his head, watching him with a mix of fondness and lust. his hands found sunghoon’s waist, steadying him. “do you know how to?” he asked gently, voice low but patient, like he was coaxing a secret out of him.
sunghoon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. his fingers curled against sunoo’s shoulders, and he tried to look anywhere but at the strap between them. “…i—i pay a lot of attention when you do it,” he admitted in a rush, his ears flaming red. “i think i know how.”
for a moment, sunoo just stared—then he let out a breathless laugh, head tipping back against the headboard. “you’re gonna kill me, hyung. you really watch me that closely?” his thumbs stroked absentminded circles into sunghoon’s skin, grounding him. “god, you’re too much.”
sunghoon groaned, burying his face into sunoo’s shoulder to hide, but the way his hips shifted closer betrayed just how badly he wanted it. sunoo’s smile softened, and he kissed the side of sunghoon’s temple. “alright, then. i’ll guide you. take your time, okay? don’t rush—just let your body sink down nice and slow.”
sunghoon’s hands gripped sunoo’s shoulders tightly, knuckles white, as he inched forward. his thighs shook, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his lips parted in a quiet gasp that made sunoo’s chest clench. every time he lowered himself a fraction, the strap pressed against him, teasing the tip, making him shiver uncontrollably.
“slow… hyung, take it slow,” sunoo murmured, thumbs brushing over sunghoon’s hips, grounding him, his voice soft but edged with heat. “i’ll guide you, hm? just let yourself feel it.”
sunghoon nodded frantically, face burning, eyes shimmering, and finally he let his weight settle a fraction more. the strap pressed against him fully now, stretching him gently, and his breath hitched. his hands gripped sunoo’s biceps, elbows trembling, as the first few inches slid inside him.
“oh—oh fuck,” he gasped, hips lifting instinctively before he could stop himself, a sharp moan breaking free. the stretch was overwhelming like this, new, intense—and seeing sunoo’s dark, warm eyes watching him, smiling softly, made it feel almost sacred.
sunoo let a quiet groan slip, rocking his hips just enough to help him sink down further, his hands still resting possessively on sunghoon’s waist. “there you go… that’s it, hyung. my perfect boy taking me, you look so good like this.”
sunghoon’s back arched, thighs quivering, as he slowly eased more of himself onto the strap, each inch sending shivers up his spine. his head fell back against sunoo’s shoulder, mouth open, breath hitching, eyes half-lidded in pleasure and slight disbelief at how good it felt.
“you’re… incredible, hyung,” sunoo whispered, voice husky. “so gorgeous spread out like this, taking every bit. you make me so happy.”
sunghoon shivered again, heart hammering, and whispered hoarsely, “i… i want more… i want all of it, baby,” his hips tilted instinctively, pressing deeper, craving that overwhelming fullness even though he was just starting. sunoo’s hands tightened slightly around his waist, leaning down to kiss his jaw, murmuring, “then take it, baby. take all of me. i’m right here.”
sunghoon’s hands pressed into sunoo’s shoulders, fingers digging in as he shifted his hips experimentally, testing the stretch, feeling the strap fill him entirely, inch by inch. his face was flushed crimson, and his breath came in short, sharp pants, half from the sensation and half from nerves.
“move… slowly,” sunoo murmured, voice low and husky, thumbs brushing circles into sunghoon’s waist. “feel it first, then go at your own pace. you’re perfect like this.”
sunghoon nodded, biting his lip, and tilted his hips forward carefully. a quiet moan escaped him as the strap pressed deeper inside, and his hands gripped sunoo tighter. “oh… oh fuck—like this?”
“that’s it, hyung,” sunoo encouraged, chest rising and falling as he watched him. “you’re doing so well… so good for me. every little movement, so perfect. keep going.”
emboldened by sunoo’s praise, sunghoon rocked a little more, learning the rhythm of his own body on the strap. each slow, deliberate thrust made him gasp, hips quivering, eyes fluttering shut.
“yes… yes, just like that,” sunoo breathed, leaning in to kiss sunghoon’s temple, whispering against his skin. “you’re gorgeous, so perfect. doing so well for me.”
sunghoon’s hands slipped to sunoo’s arms, tracing the lean muscles there to ground himself, and he let himself push down a little harder, rocking with more confidence. “oh— feels— feels good, sunoo-yah,” he gasped, chest pressing against sunoo’s, heat rolling through him.
“you look so pretty, hyung,” sunoo groaned softly, hands now resting possessively on sunghoon’s thighs, guiding him subtly. “so beautiful like this… keep going, yeah? make yourself feel good.”
with every thrust, every careful movement, sunghoon’s confidence grew. his face shone with effort and pleasure, lips parted, eyes darkened with want. his body moved in a trembling, shuddering rhythm, finding a pace that made him feel full, stretched, and worshipped all at once. sunoo’s praise never stopped, a constant murmur of affection and lust.
sunghoon’s back arched, hips rolling with intent now, gasping and moaning, fully immersed in the rhythm he was discovering for the first time. the dim bedside lamp cast their shadows over the sheets, highlighting sunghoon’s flushed, glistening skin as he learned to ride sunoo, his heart hammering with every stroke.
sunghoon’s hips rolled harder now, fully in control, but still trembling with need, letting the strap sink deep inside him. sunoo’s face was pressed into the side of his neck, teeth grazing softly against the sensitive skin as he murmured low, ragged praises. every bite, every nuzzle sent shivers down sunghoon’s spine, pushing him higher.
hands ran along sunghoon’s sides, thumbs pressing into his ribs, tracing over every curve. sunoo’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts at one point, gripping his ass just enough to guide him, to pull him down deeper with each grind.
“fuck, hyung, you look so good,” sunoo groaned, teeth grazing his skin, voice low and vibrating. “so pretty, so perfect on me. my gorgeous boy taking every inch like this.”
sunghoon’s hands clawed at sunoo’s shoulders, nails raking lightly as he rolled his hips with deliberate care, chasing the fullness, chasing the edge. “oh—oh, baby—fuck,” he gasped, hips bucking harder, muscles trembling with every thrust. he rode sunoo with more control than he expected, testing, learning, sinking deeper with each movement.
sunoo’s hand slid down, palming his ass fully, thumb teasing over the slick, sensitive flesh, drawing soft whines and shudders from him. “ride me, hyung. take all of me. show me how greedy you are,” sunoo murmured, voice low, just sharp enough to make sunghoon’s chest tighten. “you think you can handle all of this? prove it.”
sunghoon bit his lower lip, trembled, and angled his hips carefully, letting the strap fill him completely. his eyes squeezed shut as a guttural moan escaped, hips rolling perfectly in sync with the curve pressing inside him. “oh god… baby—you feel so good under me… so full—ahh—please, don’t stop, ngh..”
sunoo hummed against his neck, teeth grazing, hands gripping, adjusting, guiding him just enough to make him take it deeper. every motion made sunghoon shiver, arch, and whine, learning the rhythm of his own body on the strap, riding like he’d been doing it forever. his thighs shook around sunoo’s waist, driving him harder, chasing that perfect edge.
“look at you, baby,” sunoo breathed, voice low and rough, the faintest edge of ownership in it. “so greedy, taking me like you were made for this. so perfect. you think you’re good at this? you’re barely scratching the surface, but god, you make me wet watching you ride me like this.”
sunghoon’s hands clawed at the younger's biceps, chest heaving, lips parted, letting out ragged moans that matched every precise thrust. “i’m yours, i’m all yours… oh fuck, sunoo—please—don’t stop,” he cried, hips snapping against him, taking every inch, riding every curve, fully surrendered but in control, learning exactly how much he could take and then begging for more. his back arched, hips moving of their own accord, riding the strap with a desperate, shaking rhythm. every inch of it pressed against him, stretching him wide and filling him deep, rubbing against the tight spot inside him that made his knees quiver and vision go hot and blurry. the tip brushed that sensitive place over and over, dragging ragged, shivering moans out of him. his chest heaved, thighs trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ending alight, and he felt like he was unraveling from the inside.
sunoo’s hands gripped him hard, kneading his hips, squeezing his ass, pressing him down, letting him feel every ridge, every curve, every inch of fullness. each motion pushed him higher, twisting the heat deeper, his body trembling so violently he could barely hold himself up. his vision swam white at the edges, focus slipping as sensation stacked on sensation until it was all burning, dripping, stretching, aching, utterly consuming.
a sharp smack landed on his ass and he flinched, gasping as the sting turned molten, making his hips jerk down instinctively. the strap shifted against him with perfect pressure, rubbing over the spot inside that made his stomach knot and his back arch further, muscles fluttering and shaking. his body couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop, every nerve screaming, every pulse a sharp spark that made him see stars.
sunoo’s other hand cupped the other cheek, squeezing, smacking, kneading, guiding him with that controlled, knowing grip that left him trembling; his face sported a smug look, eyes sparking mischievously. sunghoon’s entire body writhed, grinding desperately, hips snapping, chest heaving, eyes half-rolled in overwhelming pleasure. every stroke of the strap made him arch, shiver, moan, the heat building until it was unbearable, the pleasure so sharp it felt like it was splitting him open from the inside.
his vision was white-hot, head spinning, limbs quivering, every nerve ending alive with the constant friction of the strap dragging across him, filling him, pressing exactly where he needed it. he felt raw, exposed, so full, so tight, like his body was on fire and liquid all at once. his thighs shook violently around sunoo’s waist, hips rolling instinctively, grinding as deep as he could, desperate to feel every ridge, every inch, every curve pressing into him. his entire body felt like mush, like putty under sunoo's hands, and the coil in his belly pulled tighter, tighter, tighter—
his orgasm hit him like a wave tearing through his chest and stomach, hands clenching, nails raking sunoo’s shoulders, breath caught in a strangled gasp, vision flickering white. heat pooled low and high at once, every muscle trembling, every inch of him shaking, every nerve singing. the strap rubbed him mercilessly, dragging him over the edge again and again even as he convulsed, hips bucking without control, body slick and slick, trembling and burning, utterly ruined.
sunoo held him tight, one hand massaging his lower back and ass slowly, keeping him grounded just enough to not collapse completely, the other tilting his head up, pressing teeth and lips against his jaw and temple, murmuring low, teasing words that left him shivering and trembling even more. his whole body was alive with overstimulation, trembling, quivering, vision blurred, heart hammering, utterly lost to the pleasure coursing through him.
he sagged forward against sunoo’s chest, still rocking weakly, every pulse of the strap sending sparks of fire through him, the overstimulation lingering, white-hot, overwhelming. every nerve felt stretched, buzzing, alive, every inch pressed, filled, stroked, coaxed. he could barely hold his breath, trembling so violently that even when he stopped moving consciously, his hips jerked minutely against sunoo, craving the contact, craving the grounding, craving every inch of fullness still pressed deep inside him. sunoo's hands were all over him, lovingly caressing him and he rode the highs of his orgasm, and sunghoon was reminded once again, of how he'd only ever let sunoo do this to him.
sunoo’s voice cut through the haze, low and teasing. “hyung… think you can go a third time?” there was a dark edge to it now, a little sharp, a little cruel, and sunghoon’s stomach twisted with equal parts nerves and heat. "i wanna be a little mean."
he froze for a heartbeat, then shivered, hips still trembling from the last wave, body still slick, still alive with every nerve on fire. a crazy, reckless idea hit him and he let it. he whimpered softly, not fully thinking, letting the thought take over. with a shuddering gasp, he rolled off the strap, shoving it away for a moment. every muscle burned, every inch of him still pulsing, yet the thrill of the impossible, of doing something outrageous for sunoo, made his chest pound faster.
he got onto all fours, back arched high, ass pressing up, shoulders dipping low to the mattress, and paused for a breath, letting himself sink into the pose. every tremble in his thighs, every twitch of his hips, every beat of his heart was on display. his body was molten, his nerves screaming, and his mind all too aware of how much sunoo was going to lose it.
his hands drifted to his own ass, spreading himself open slowly, deliberately, exposing every slick, abused curve of him. the hole that had taken so much, slick with lube and pink from the onslaught, winking up at sunoo as if daring him to touch, daring him to claim.
sunghoon swallowed, heat roaring through him, vision flickering white at the edges from the overstimulation. he knew it was insane, impossible even — sunoo couldn’t fill him the way he said, it wasn’t even physically feasible. and that made it hotter. that made it perfect.
“please fuck your hyung,” he whispered, breathy, voice trembling but deliberate, “fill hyung with your cum, sunoo.”
the words were reckless, bold, insane. he could feel the shock of what he’d just said, the audacity, the vulnerability. but he also knew sunoo would love it — the way he’d been paying attention all this time, the way he knew every reaction, every twitch, every subtle moan, and now was showing it. the pose, the hands, the offering of himself, all of it screamed how carefully he’d studied sunoo, how much he wanted to please him, how much he wanted to be seen while being completely vulnerable.
his hips quivered, thighs shaking, and even as his chest heaved from overstimulation, he pressed himself slightly forward, the slick of his arousal glistening against his own fingers. every nerve ending screamed, every inch of him alive, and he was suspended in that insane, perfect moment — utterly exposed, utterly decadent, utterly his.
sunoo’s eyes darkened, low, dangerous, hungry, and a slow smirk spread across his lips. he leaned closer, voice sharp and teasing. “gosh, hyung…"
sunghoon’s chest fluttered, pulse hammering, and he could only whimper, body trembling, back arched, ass high, showing everything he felt and all he wanted — a perfect, reckless display of desire and submission rolled into one. sunoo settled one hand on sunghoons ass, kneading the soft flesh there, marvelling at how pink the skin was from all the smacks. sunghoon dared a look behind him, and was greeted with the sight of sunoo's eyes sparkling marvelously, a little bit in awe.
he barely got a warning before sunoo slammed into him in one sharp, brutal thrust, making sunghoon cry out immediately, body shuddering under the force. the edge of the strap pressed impossibly deep, stretching him wide, burning, filling every nerve with raw, molten pleasure. his thighs shook violently, hips bucking instinctively with each slam, every motion making him see stars.
“look at you,” sunoo growled, voice low and harsh, teeth grazing his shoulder. “so fucking desperate. riding me like a little whore, taking every inch like you were made for it.”
sunghoon’s hands clawed at the bed, nails raking into the sheets as he rode sunoo hard, pressing down, grinding desperately to chase the stretch and fullness that was already making his stomach twist. his vision flickered white at the edges, chest heaving, every muscle trembling uncontrollably, overstimulation buzzing through him in waves that made him arch and shiver.
sunoo’s hands gripped his hips with iron strength, pulling him down onto him, slamming him harder, faster, the motion controlled and relentless. each thrust hit the right spot inside him, sending spasms through his stomach and chest, making him gasp and whine, tears blurring his vision.
“look at how slutty you are,” sunoo spat, voice rough, thumb pressing into his ass. “so tight, so greedy, so fucking needy. can’t even think straight and you're crying already?”
sunghoon’s body trembled violently, every nerve ending on fire. he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe properly. he sobbed around ragged gasps, chest heaving, hips snapping down instinctively with every thrust. the strap pressed every ridge inside him, stretching, rubbing, filling him, and he felt every inch as if it was consuming him.
sunoo leaned close, teeth grazing the shell of his ear, voice sharp and low. “you’re mine. you belong to me like this. so fucked out, so lost, so wet and begging. such a good boy, ruining yourself for me.”
sunghoon’s vision blurred white completely, tears streaking down his face, body shaking, trembling from every nerve screaming. his hips jerked uncontrollably, grinding down, pressing, trying to feel more, take more, while sunoo’s hands held him tight, controlling him perfectly, relentless.
each slam of sunoo into him hit deeper, harder, pushing him past everything he thought he could take. he was crying, whimpering, moaning, grinding, utterly ruined, every inch of him stretched, filled, and teased beyond reason.
sunoo’s voice rumbled low against his neck. “you’re so good at this. look at you, giving everything, crying like a little whore, taking it all. i won't stop. i won't even even think about stopping. you’re perfect when you’re mine like this.”
sunghoon’s chest heaved, limbs trembling, hands digging into the mattress as he rode, desperate, overwhelmed, every nerve alive and screaming. he was completely undone, completely consumed, and the degrading weight of sunoo’s dominance pushed him higher, faster, hotter, until he was shaking violently, crying, and utterly, utterly ruined.
sunghoon pushed back onto the strap with a broken sound, hips slamming backward so hard it made the bed shake. his hole stretched around the toy again, raw and hot and twitching, precum dripping down his cock as he forced himself down onto it like he was starved.
sunoo laughed behind him, low and mean, grabbing his hips to feel how desperately he was grinding. “i’m already inside you and you’re still being greedy. fucking unbelievable.”
sunghoon choked on a moan, back arching deeper, arms shaking where they braced against the mattress. the stretch burned, rubbing brutally against the most sensitive spots inside him. every thrust made his vision flicker, made his breath stutter, made heat shoot straight through him.
sunoo leaned forward, voice sharp against his ear. “god, i wish you could see yourself. fucking yourself on it like you can’t live without it. don't you think you're being too greedy, hyung?”
sunghoon tried to answer, but the strap hit a spot that made his whole body jolt. his mouth only opened around a strangled cry, back dipping, ass pushing back harder like his body was answering for him.
sunoo clicked his tongue. “i asked you a question.”
sunghoon sobbed, hands clawing helplessly at the sheets, trying to brace for another thrust and failing. “i—i’m trying—baby, i’m trying—”
sunoo fist‑grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, forcing his spine into a deep arch. sunghoon’s cry broke open, raw and desperate.
“answer me.”
sunghoon’s hole clenched hard around the strap from the shock, fluttering around the intrusion, his brain blanking out into white heat. his thighs shook violently, precum dripping everywhere.
“i’m—” he gasped out, voice cracking, “i’m being greedy, fuck, i can’t help it, it feels too good, please—”
sunoo shoved into him in one brutal thrust, the strap punching deep, stretching him wide enough that the burn made tears spill down his face instantly. the sound sunghoon made wasn’t human.
sunoo groaned like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and the words he said next might as well have been a loaded gun.
“your pussy’s dripping all over me.”
sunghoon collapsed forward on his elbows, face buried in the sheets, a sob tearing out of him at the word. his hole clenched again, spasming around the strap in a way he couldn’t control. humiliation and heat surged through him so hard he saw white.
“you hear me?” sunoo said, voice thick and cruel. “i said your pussy. look at it. fucking messy little thing.”
sunghoon shook his head wildly, not in refusal but in pure overwhelmed need, pushing back onto the strap again even as his arms trembled like they might give out.
“say it,” sunoo demanded. “say what it is.”
sunghoon tried, but another thrust cut him off, pushed the breath right out of his lungs. he sobbed, drooling on the sheets, hips moving on their own, grinding back, taking every inch like he was made for it.
“i can’t—” sunghoon cried, voice wrecked, “i can’t talk—baby, it’s too much—”
sunoo yanked his hair again, harder, forcing his head up. “talk.”
sunghoon’s whole body convulsed, overstimulation scraping every nerve raw. his hole clenched around the strap again and again, fluttering helplessly.
“it’s—” he gasped, voice breaking, “it’s my pussy.”
sunoo snarled in satisfaction and slammed into him harder, hips snapping with brutal precision. “say it again.”
sunghoon screamed into the sheets. “it’s my pussy! it’s my fucking pussy, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i can’t—!”
sunoo’s hand came down on his ass, hard. sunghoon collapsed, shaking, hole twitching violently around the strap.
“you’re crying,” he said, cruelly calm. “look at you. getting fucked stupid. can’t even answer without crying, can you, slut?”
sunghoon nodded frantically through tears, hips pushing back again, body begging even while his mind dissolved into static.
“good,” sunoo growled, one hand on sunghoons hip, the other tangled in his hair. “because i’m not stopping until this greedy pussy begs for mercy.”
sunghoon was barely holding himself up. his elbows buckled with every thrust, his hole squeezing the strap so hard sunoo could feel the tremors all the way through the harness. lube dripped down his thighs, making a mess under him, every movement loud and obscene.
his voice came out wrecked, shaking. “sunoo… baby… i need to cum… please, i’m so close, i can’t hold it.”
sunoo grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back until sunghoon was gasping. “ask properly, slut.”
sunghoon’s breath staggered. the humiliation hit him so sharp his vision blurred. “can i touch my cock, sunoo please, i’m begging, i need to cum—”
sunoo froze behind him. the room went silent except for sunghoon’s frantic breathing, followed by a whine for the loss of stimulation.
sunoo leaned in, voice low, cold, cruel. “cock? who said you have a cock?”
sunghoon went still like someone had poured ice straight down his spine. the shame hit so hard his hole clenched around the strap in one violent spasm, making a broken cry rip out of him. he whimpered, voice tiny. “i… ’m sorry… i didn’t… i didn’t mean…”
sunoo slapped his ass hard enough to make his whole body jolt. “try again.”
sunghoon’s hands scrambled for the sheets, tears spilling over his cheeks. “can i— can i touch myself, sunoo?”
sunoo’s fingers tightened in his hair, softly carding through the inky black locks. “touch yourself where?”
sunghoon sobbed, body shaking from the humiliation burning through his chest and straight into his cock. the strap rubbed deeper inside him and he choked on the sound that came out.
“my… my pussy…” he whispered, voice cracking, cock twitching from the humiliation. “can i touch my pussy, sunoo. please, ’m begging, need it so bad—”
sunoo groaned behind him like the words punched the air out of his lungs. “good boy. alright then. go on, play with your clit.”
sunghoon’s breath broke completely. his hand flew between his legs, fingers wrapping around his cock, his whole body shuddering. he wrapped his hand around himself again, this time slower, shame and pleasure crashing so hard he nearly collapsed.
sunoo snapped his hips forward, driving the strap into him in one brutal thrust. sunghoon screamed into the mattress, hand flying over his cock in fast, desperate strokes.
“yeah,” sunoo cooed, mercilessly pounding into him. “touch your cute little clit while i fuck your pussy open. that’s all you’re good for.”
sunghoon’s thighs shook violently. his voice was gone, just noises spilling out, high and broken. every thrust hit deep, rubbing his sweet spot raw, making sparks explode behind his eyes.
“sunoo,” he cried, the word ragged, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, i can’t hold it—!”
sunoo tightened his grip in his hair and slammed into him harder. “do it. cum on my cock like the pathetic little slut you are.”
sunghoon’s body snapped like a wire pulled too tight. his orgasm tore out of him in a violent, shaking rush, his hole clenching around the strap so hard it almost forced sunoo out. his cock pulsed in his hand, spilling all over his stomach and the sheets as he sobbed through it, body convulsing, mind white and empty.
sunoo fucked him through every second, forcing him to ride it out until he was collapsing forward, trembling uncontrollably.
“god,” sunoo said, voice low and satisfied. “look at the mess your pussy made."
sunghoon whimpered, completely gone. behind him, sunoo stilled, mercifully stopping the onslaught on that spot inside of him. sunghoon felt like crying, like sobbing from the pleasure. his vision blurred, white around the edges, and when he brought up a hand to his cheek, he found that he was already crying.
sunoo's whole rhythm stuttered when he heard the way sunghoon was gasping for breath—real tears, real overwhelm, his hands fisting at nothing, chest heaving like he’s trying to remember how to exist. he stopped instantly, palms settling on the back of sunghoon’s thighs, voice dropping into something unbearably gentle.
“hyung… hey. should i pull out?”
his voice was soft and careful, like he was touching bruised fruit.
sunghoon shook his head so frantically it was almost pathetic, tears slipping down his cheek. “no—no, don’t—don’t stop,” was all he managed to choke out, voice warped. he couldn't bear to feel sunoo pull out now, not when it felt so good to have the weight resting in him, pressing against all the spots that had his skin buzzing.
sunoo exhaled, thumb brushing the trembling edge of sunghoon’s hipbone. “okay. then what’s our safeword, baby?”
sunghoon’s lashes fluttered, lips quivering as he forced the word out. “mint… mint chocolate.”
“that’s right,” sunoo murmured encouragingly,, voice displaying a proud enough cadence that it made sunghoon whimper. “good boy. do you wanna use it right now?”
another frantic shake of the head.
sunoo hummed thoughtfully. “think you can give me one more, then?”
sunghoon nodded—slowly, shakily, like he was physically offering himself up. he could give sunoo one more. he'd give sunoo a hundred more if it was what sunoo wanted; if it meant that sunoo would be here with him, in him.
and the second he did, sunoo’s whole demeanor snapped back into something razor-edged. a derisive laugh left those pretty plush lips—low, condescending, deliciously cruel.
“of course you can,” he said, guiding sunghoon open with an unforgiving grip. “you’re such a slut for me, hyung.”
then he pushed in again—slow enough to make sunghoon gasp, fast enough to make his breath break—thrusts building from measured cruelty to something merciless, every snap of his hips punctuated with sunghoon’s choked sobs and sunoo’s own mocking little hums of approval.
sunoo slammed into him again, harder, faster, each thrust brutal, animalistic, completely relentless. sunghoon’s whole body trembled, sobbing uncontrollably, chest heaving, tears streaming down his cheeks. every nerve ending burned, every inch of him stretched wide, every pulse of the strap rubbing him raw.
“look at you,” sunoo growled, voice low and cruel, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. “so fucking greedy, so messy, taking me like a little slut. such a pathetic hole. can’t even handle it without crying.”
sunghoon’s back arched violently, hips snapping desperately, ass bouncing, hands clawing at the sheets, trying to hold himself together but failing completely. the strap rubbed every sweet, sensitive spot inside him, dragging sparks through his body, making his vision blur white, making sobs and whimpers tear out of him uncontrollably.
“you're so wet, hyung,” sunoo continued, cruel and teasing, “so slick, so fucking perfect. and this pussy of yours… god, look at it clenching around me, already ruined for me.”
sunghoon’s mouth opened in a ragged cry, chest heaving, every movement pushing him further into overstimulation. he couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, body entirely taken over by the brutal, animalistic rhythm sunoo set.
behind him, sunoo's words kept getting meaner, filthier; sentences nothing but a barrage of words that had sunghoon's skin burning with want, with the need to have sunoo buried in him and never let him pull out. filthy as they were, it was what sunoo said next that had him keening loudly, tongue lolling out in a way that no doubt had him looking like he belonged on a porn set.
“think you'd get pregnant, hyung?”
sunghoon found himself unable to answer to that, tongue feeling like lead, brain unable to articulate full sentences through the haze of pain of pleasure.
sunoo grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, voice sharp and cruel. “answer me, slut. want me to stuff you full of my cum so you can give us kids?”
sunghoon sobbed violently, shivering, body convulsing, unable to even form words. tears streamed into the sheets as he shook, completely gone, every nerve alive, every inch of him clenching impossibly around the strap, every inch of his cock dripping pre and twitching from overstimulation.
“look at you,” sunoo growled again, driving into him with a brutal, punishing thrust that made his back arch and chest smash against the mattress. “so pathetic. so wet. crying like a little slut and taking it like a good slut. that’s my hyung.”
sunghoon’s vision flickered white, every moan and sob breaking out uncontrolled, hips rocking desperately, grinding on the strap with abandon, body shaking violently. his hole fluttered, clenching, every nerve stretched and on fire, chest heaving, sobbing, entirely undone by the merciless pounding.
sunoo leaned in close, teeth grazing his shoulder, voice rough, cruel, and low. “so greedy, hyung. can’t even handle one round, can you? such a little fucked-up pussy. mine, yeah? only mine.”
sunghoon’s hands trembled as they fisted into the mattress, head thrown back, tears blinding him, every fiber of his body trembling, sobbing, clinging to overstimulation, begging silently for more even as his body screamed from the force. his body shook violently, sobbing, chest heaving, lips trembling. he didn't know what overcame him to think his current thoughts.
or even babble out the words he was currently doing, for that matter. “do it— want your kids, sunoo, please… fuck me, fuck me, please—!” he gasped, voice breaking, every nerve screaming, hips grinding desperately on the strap. his sentences were nothing but word vomit, not even processing what he said before spewing it out. he clenched impossibly tight around the strap, lube running down his thighs, back arching violently with every punishing thrust.
sunoo’s laugh was low, cruel, utterly hungry. “such a little whore,” he murmured, teeth grazing sunghoon’s shoulder. “screaming for it, begging for it. such a greedy pussy…”
his hands slid up slowly, deliberately, one creeping over sunghoon’s trembling torso until his fingers pinched at a nipple. sunghoon’s back arched even further, a sharp cry tearing from his throat, eyes fluttering closed as the overstimulation doubled.
“think your tits will get bigger?” sunoo teased, thumb circling, fingers kneading. “imagine how sweet your milk would taste, hyung. imagine me drinking it while you scream my name like the little whore you are. god, you'd be the perfect husband, hm? waiting at home for me when i get back from work, offering up your pussy for your wife to use?”
sunghoon sobbed harder, hips bucking into the strap, body entirely overtaken. he moaned, breathless, eyes rolling, shivering violently. “yes, yes— i’ll… i’ll let you…” he whimpered, clinging to the overstimulation, letting sunoo’s cruel teasing drive him further into madness, “i'd let you fuck my pussy, all for my wife, sunoo please—!”
sunoo slammed into him again, thrusts sharp, animalistic, leaving sunghoon gasping and whimpering, every nerve screaming, hole clenching and split open, trembling, stretched impossibly wide around the strap. his hands flew to sunoo’s arms, clawing, gripping, pushing back instinctively even as his body trembled under each merciless hit.
“look at you,” sunoo purred, voice low and mean, thumb pinching harder, flicking teasingly. “all wet, all greedy, shivering, sobbing… begging for my cock, for my cum. such a little whore, hyung. look at you… god you’d give me the perfect kids, such a perfect husband.”
sunghoon’s sobs mixed with moans, every whimper and broken cry punctuated by desperate thrusts, riding the strap, grinding, quivering, completely gone. he leaned into sunoo, pressing every inch of his body against him, reacting to every cruel word, every teasing pinch, every slide of sunoo’s hands.
“yes, yes, i’m yours— i’ll do anything! make me your pretty husband, sunoo–yah please, please please!” sunghoon gasped, voice broken, chest heaving, body twitching. every movement was desperate, shivering, wet, raw, a perfect combination of submission and reckless desire, leaning into sunoo’s cruelty and loving every second.
sunoo’s hand drifted lower, teasing his front slightly, brushing against his nipples, cruel smirk in his voice. “thinking about how messy you are, hyung? what a slutty little pussy you’ve become. and your tits… already reacting, already sensitive. such a perfect little husband for me.”
sunghoon cried, whimpering, shaking, pressed down on him, fully letting himself be consumed by the overstimulation, the degradation, the insane pleasure, grinding back instinctively, moaning every filthy word, every cruel tease, fully participating in the chaos of their filthy, insane rhythm.
sunoo’s hips snapped into him like a predator, hard and relentless, each thrust driving deep, stretching him wide, making his slit clench and twitch around the strap. sunghoon’s sobs tore from his throat, chest heaving, tears streaming, fingers clutching at the sheets like he might vanish if he held on too hard.
“you’re mine,” sunoo growled, voice low and sharp, hands gripping his hips, yanking him down with each punishing slam. “so wet, so fucking greedy, such a perfect little pussy for me… think you’re ready to get pregnant, hyung? think you want me to fill you with my cum until it’s all over your insides, our kids… you’ll be my little cumdump for that, won’t you?”
sunghoon’s vision flickered white, body quivering violently, sobs and moans mixing into a broken, incoherent mess. “yes, yes, yes! baby, please fill me— i’ll be yours—please!” his hips jerked up on instinct, body clenching impossibly around the strap, every nerve screaming as sunoo’s words hammered into him.
sunoo’s hands drifted over him, cruel and teasing, sliding over his front to pinch his nipples, drag teasing circles across his chest. “think your tits will actually swell, hyung? think about how sweet your milk would taste while i fuck this little pussy, your greedy womb, full of me… think you'll be my cumdump? just for me to dump all my cum into, while you stay home and only look pretty and go nowhere else other than me?”
sunghoon sobbed harder, pushing back onto him desperately, grinding every inch into the strap, hole fluttering, slick and open, shivering violently. “ngh, i'll be your cumdump, i'll take it—ah!”
sunoo laughed low, mean, cruel, ramming into him faster, harder, every thrust punishing, every inch filling him fully. “look at you, hyung… shivering, sobbing… taking it like a greedy little pussy… think you can handle all of me, every drop, all over your insides? you’re gonna feel it, every bit of me, our babies if we wanted them, gonna make you my perfect little breeding bitch.”
sunghoon’s hands trembled, chest heaving, body convulsing as he rode the strap, overwhelmed, overstimulated, unable to stop himself from grinding back, whining, sobbing. every thrust hit a spot that made him see stars, made his vision blur, made him cry harder.
“oh, fuck, yeah— fill me baby, make me yours! make me… oh god—!” his voice broke into sobs, hips snapping desperately, hole clenching and squeezing the strap as his body betrayed him completely.
sunoo’s voice dropped lower, crueler, right behind his ear. “such a darling husband with such a greedy little pussy. so wet, so desperate, taking every inch, all mine. ready to feel me, hyung? ready to feel my cum full inside you?”
sunghoon whimpered, shivering, trembling, sobbing, every nerve alive, every inch of him consumed by overstimulation and desire. words seemed to leave him without him processing them first, a torrent of filthiness. “yeah, yeah—oh, my— i'll take it sunoo, ill be your perfect breeding bitch, ah!”
sunoo slammed into him again, slow then fast, animalistic, relentless, merciless. every thrust was a claim, a marking, a brutal, cruel promise, driving sunghoon higher, closer to an unbearable edge, body shaking, sobbing, cock twitching wildly.
just then, sunoo pulled out with a sharp jerk, making sunghoon whine instantly, hips twitching uselessly, hole clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness. tears ran freely down his face, body shivering violently.
without missing a beat, sunoo flipped him over, shoving him onto his back, and positioning his legs over his shoulders, then slamming back in with a brutal, unrelenting thrust. sunghoon’s cry tore out, raw, broken, every inch of him stretched impossibly, hole gripping the strap hard. his hips bucked instinctively, chest heaving, back arching as sunoo drove into him like a predator marking his prey.
he grabbed sunoo by the shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss—or something that barely counted as a kiss, more like their mouths fighting for air, panting, sobbing together. sunghoon’s cock twitched, hard and needy against his stomach, fingers twitching to touch it but frozen by sunoo’s earlier command. he gasped, whining, broken, shivering.
“gonna cum, hyung?” sunoo murmured, voice low, mean, teasing, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. “go on, play with your cute little clit.”
sunghoon’s hands shook violently. one crept down to his cock anyway, fingers brushing over it, trembling. his other hand hovered near his cock, obeying sunoo’s command, and he broke entirely. he jerked frantically, cock twitching, precum spurting out the overstimulation pushed him past all sense.
he cried out, high-pitched, sobbing into the sheets, body shaking. his cock pulsed, spurting a thin, transparent fluid down onto his stomach in frantic, messy squirts, every nerve screaming, every inch of him alive and screaming from overstimulation.
sunoo's eyes widened at the sight, processing far too late that sunghoon had just squirted. sunoo knew some guys could do it, but he'd never seen it happen before even with any of his past escapades, or even in porn. god, sunghoon had squirted, and had looked like a vision while doing it.
“oh— oh god, i—i can’t, i’m… i’m—!” he sobbed, vision flickering, chest heaving, body shuddering, hole clenching helplessly, cock twitching, everything twitching, quivering, completely gone.
sunoo kept thrusting into him, each slam hitting perfectly, hands gripping his hips, yanking him back into himself, forcing him to ride every insane sensation, broken moans mixing with sobs.
“greedy, such a greedy slut. you're lucky i love you,” sunoo murmured low and mean, voice vibrating against his shoulder. “take it all, hyung. take everything i give you.”
sunghoon screamed, hands moving of their own accord, jerking himself frantically, squirting again, high and broken, tears streaking down his face, body shaking, chest heaving, utterly ruined and overstimulated, every nerve alive, every inch of him owned.
sunoo’s thrusts gradually slowed, each slam less brutal, more deliberate, letting sunghoon’s body ride the tail end of the orgasm that had shredded him apart. every nerve was alive, every inch of him still on fire, hole clenching, cock pulsing, quivering in his hand as he tried to catch his breath. sobs still rattled through him, chest heaving, tears streaking his cheeks, voice broken from the overstimulation.
sunoo’s hands moved from grabbing his hips violently to holding him steady, one on his lower back, the other cupping his cheek, thumb brushing lightly over the tear-streaked skin. “look at you, so fucked out…” he murmured, voice low, teasingly satisfied, but slow enough that sunghoon could finally feel the aftershocks rolling through him.
when sunoo finally pulled out, sunghoon whimpered, hips twitching uselessly, his hole empty and raw. without thinking, he reached up, pulling sunoo down into a desperate kiss. it wasn’t neat or tidy, just wet, messy, full of panting, sobbing mouths, their breaths shaky, shivering together.
sunoo groaned against him, hands tightening on his hips before relaxing again. “fuck, hyung… i can’t believe you just… you squirted like that,” he said, breathless, incredulous.
sunghoon blinked, still trembling, chest heaving. his lips parted as he tried to form words, still dazed from the overstimulation. “…i… i didn’t even know i could do that,” he admitted, voice small and raw, eyes wide and still shimmering with tears.
sunoo laughed softly, low and full of satisfaction, leaning in to press another lingering kiss to his temple. “you did so well for me hyung, so well,” he whispered, hands gentle now, stroking down his sides, letting sunghoon just melt against him, shaking and fragile and entirely his.
sunghoon’s body slowly stopped trembling as the aftershocks rolled out, hole fluttering weakly, cock twitching one last time, pulsing quietly in his hand. his mind was blank, glazed over, completely consumed by the pleasure, humiliation, and sunoo’s possession. he let himself stay like that, collapsed into sunoo’s chest, still clinging to him, sobbing quietly and softly, utterly wrecked, utterly loved.
sunoo slid off the bed, muscles still tense from the chaos they’d just made, and grabbed a stack of wet wipes and a warm cloth. he started cleaning sunghoon up carefully, wiping away every trace of sweat, slick, and tears, murmuring low encouragements the whole time. “there we go, almost done… you did so well, hyung,” he said, voice soft and still carrying that familiar edge of fondness.
he ran a hot bath while he worked, letting the water fill the tub, steam rising, and the scent of the soap heavy in the air. when he returned to the bedroom, sunghoon was sitting up, albeit with a slight wince, trembling slightly, eyes still glassy, chest rising and falling erratically.
“hyung,” sunoo said, kneeling down in front of him, voice firm but gentle, “let’s get you off the bed, yeah? gotta clean this mess up.”
sunghoon’s hands shot out instinctively, grabby and needy, the universal plea to be carried clear in every shivering motion. sunoo chuckled softly, leaning down to scoop him up in a bridal carry. sunghoon’s arms went around his neck automatically, resting his head on sunoo’s shoulder, still dazed but safe in his hold.
with much struggle that earned him a chuckle, he carried sunghoon over to the beanbag chair in the corner, setting him down gently, adjusting him so he was comfortable, still trembling in the aftershocks of what they’d done. sunghoon’s fingers brushed at sunoo’s chest almost absently, still clingy, still needing the warmth and grounding.
sunoo stripped the bed, tossing the messy sheets into the laundry, replacing them with fresh bedding, fluffing pillows, making the room feel clean and safe again. he kept glancing at sunghoon, who was curled slightly on the beanbag, body still quivering, and murmured, “you did so well, hyung. everything’s fine now. we’ll get you cleaned up and warm.”
after the bed was sorted, he came back to sunghoon, holding the warm cloth and a fresh towel. he wiped him down carefully again, making sure every spot was clean, then guided him gently toward the hot bath. sunghoon leaned into him without resistance, shivering as sunoo eased him into the water, wrapping him in warmth.
he stayed close, hand brushing through sunghoon’s damp hair, thumb stroking lightly over his shoulder. “tell me if you need anything more,” he murmured, voice soft now, indulgent. sunghoon sank slightly, letting himself relax fully, breathing out shaky sighs as the heat of the water soothed every aching muscle, every overstimulated nerve.
sunoo leaned back on the edge of the tub, keeping one hand resting possessively on sunghoon’s thigh, eyes soft but still glinting with that low, teasing heat. “i love you, hyung. so, so much,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of sunghoon’s head. sunghoon let out a small, exhausted whimper, leaning into him, still trembling but finally calm enough to just melt into the warmth and care sunoo was giving.
sunghoon curled up under the blankets, still damp from the bath, body finally relaxing, but eyes narrowed and lips pouting. “i can’t believe you kept talking about getting me pregnant,” he whined, crossing his arms over his chest, still flushed from everything.
sunoo stretched out beside him, one arm draped possessively over sunghoon’s waist, thumb brushing gently over his hip. “you would look very good pregnant,” he said casually, voice low and teasing, a mischievous glint in his eye.
sunghoon’s pout deepened, a little indignant huff escaping him. “very good? baby, that’s—i’m not saying it’s gross, but—ugh, stop saying stuff like that!”
sunoo giggled, the sound soft and warm, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to sunghoon’s temple. “oh, sorry, hyungie. you’re just too cute, can’t help myself.”
"i'm not cute," sunghoon tried to roll his eyes, but he ended up pressing his face into the curve of sunoo’s stomach, flustered, whining again. “cute doesn’t mean you get to say weird things about me being pregnant. it’s—ugh, i can’t even think straight, now.” his voice tapers off into a petulant whine, “you fucked my brains out, i think.”
sunoo tightened his hold slightly, laughing low, brushing damp hair from sunghoon’s forehead. “was it okay?”
sunghoon raised his head up to look at sunoo, feeling his heart grow ten sizes too big for his ribcage at the sight of those darling hazel eyes. sunoo was looking down at him with so much love, so much tenderness that sunghoon could just sit there and cry for the rest of his life. “yeah.” he responded. “felt really good. i liked it.”
“i’m glad, then.” above him, sunoo's face split into a wide smile, and his glimmering eyes curled at the corners. “i wanted one day where i could show you how good you make me feel.” his cheeks were flushed red, lips bitten pink. there were a few acne scars from the time he got his period that stubbornly refused to go. sunghoon unconsciously felt himself play with the flesh of the younger's belly. unlike sunghoon himself, who went to the gym and worked out, sunoo preferred to do yoga instead; so where sunghoon had abs, sunoo had a tiny, thin waist, and a somewhat flat tummy. whenever sunghoon squeezed his waist just right, the flesh on sunoo's cute little tummy would spill out between his fingers, and he would have to prevent the urge to bite, bite, bite.
he hummed as a response, if only to take the sight of sunoo's stomach littered in bite marks, out of his brain. “thank you, sunoo–yah. i know you're gonna be smug about it tomorrow–” he gets a giggle in response that makes his heart puff in pride, “–but i really did enjoy it. it might not have been something i chose to do if it was anyone else.”
sunoo stilled above him, causing sunghoon to turn his head up and look at him again. he continued, “i knew you'd take care of me, and you'd be gentle and only do stuff that i liked.”
somehow, sunoo's eyes softened even more. “oh, hyung…” he cooed, running a hand through sunghoon's hair, watching him lean into it. “i love you, park sunghoon.”
sunghoon grinned, crawling slightly upwards, wincing as his ass stung (from all the spanking no doubt). he pulls sunoo into a kiss, slotting their lips together. he's far too tired and sated to introduce tongue into the kiss, and sunoo seems to understand, letting sunghoon break the kiss and rest his head in sunoo's chest, as the younger continues raking his nails through sunghoon's scalp and pressing kisses to his head, seemingly having understood what sunghoon needed and lulling him to sleep.
of course he understood. he always did. be it something simple like sunghoon's eating habits or even something as important as this, sunoo had always made it a habit to take a note of everything sunghoon likes and dislikes.
to be known is to be loved, and sunghoon knows for a fact they have everything about each other catalogued in their minds; in sunghoon's mind, the sunoofolder is glittery and shiny, filled to the brim in pastels, and he's pretty sure he's nailed everything down. when they began dating, sunghoon was so entirely taken with the fox–like boy that once they'd hit the six month mark, he'd gone and dragged jay and jake along with him and visited a bookshop and purchased one of those pastel scrapbook things, compete with cutesy stickers and pens. jake and jay had looked at him like he'd grown an extra pair of legs or something, but sunghoon was never one to be deterred. he'd gone to his shared apartment with jay and jake that day, and jotted down every habit of sunoo's, every allergy, every like and dislike.
he was entirely sure that they were made to last, and now, three years later, with the promise ring hidden in the box containing his old skates, that fact has only solidified. sunoo has yet to see that scrapbook that just keeps on growing every month or so (currently it is five three–hundred–page books glued to each other), and sunghoon is just glad that he'd hidden the book behind his closet.
he felt his eyes flutter as sunoo continued to card his finger through jet–black hair, murmuring i love you’s. sleep came easy to him after that.
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heat. burning, spiking heat. his stomach clenched, and his thighs shook. the room echoed with moans and whimpers, and sunghoon realised with a pang of shame that it was him. he was the one moaning like a bitch in heat.
the tongue lapping across his folds seemed to work non–stop, brushing up against his clit every now and then. sunghoon let out another mewl as he felt the tongue bury deeper into his pussy—
…
his pussy?
sunghoon looked down to where a mop of auburn hair was between his thighs. sunoo. sunoo, who had his tongue buried in sunghoon’s pussy.
sunghoon had a vagina.
oh. oh god. this was crazy— there was no way it was real, sunghoon didn't have a vagina! what happened to his good ten inches of cock that sunoo loved!? what happened to—
any thought of how this came to be left his head as soon as sunoo's tongue swiped through his– his clit. “sunghoon hyung,” the younger purred, lifting his head from between his thighs, “you taste so good. pity it takes so long to prep you, how would i even fit in here hm?”
and then he was back to burying his face, tongue sucking desperately at the little bundle of nerves, sending sparks rubbing up sunghoon's spine. he wasn't sure how long he was there like that, but it was long enough that, even in the recesses of his mind, a stray thought crossed him: sunoo saying he wouldn't fit. how big was sunoo then? bigger than sunghoon? thicker? longer? sunghoon found himself desiring to have his boyfriend's cock in him.
all thoughts left his mind as he felt his stomach clench, skin burning everywhere sunoo touched him. oh, he was so, so close, of that he had no doubt. he dared a look down, and what saw made him inch closer to what he was sure was an orgasm.
sunoo had his face entirely buried within sunghoon's cunt, mouth practically fused to his folds. his eyes were glazed over, rolling back, as if he were the one being eaten out. his hands gripped at sunghoon's thighs, nails digging pink crescents into pale skin. the sight of sunoo—
“sunoo, i think i— i'm gonna—!”
sunoo didn't even bother fully detaching from sunghoon, pulling back only enough to murmur against his skin. “gonna cum for me? go on, pretty.”
the coil in his stomach suddenly snapped, and sunghoon barely realized what happened before his orgasm slammed into him like a wrecking ball. thin, clear liquid squirted out of him in spurts, and sunghoon could only moan lewdly as he watched sunoo practically drink it down.
“sunoo, ngh, oh fuck—”
“god, hyung,” sunoo grinned, pressing a kiss to his clit, then pulling back and wiping his lips on the back of his hand. he crawled back a little more, and sunghoon finally managed to catch sight of what sunoo was packing and—
oh, god.
sunoo's cock bobbed lewdly between his legs; flushed and angry red, hard and thick, easily eight inches; maybe more.
“sunoo–yah,” sunghoon found himself saying as the aftershocks subdued, “fuck me, please, been so good, listened so well—”
sunoo interrupted him with a kiss, letting their tongues intertwine before breaking it off. he propped a pillow under sunghoon's hips. he slipped his cock between sunghoon's slick folds, dragging it back and forth, letting the head catch on his clit. “gonna fuck you so good, baby.” he said, grining like the devil. the dim light shone behind him, giving him a sort of halo. “gonna get you all round and pretty stuffed full of my cum.”
the words sent a sharp spike through him, settling under his skin and lighting it on fire. “yeah,” he nodded mindlessly, agreeing entirely with him. he'd agree to anything, when it came to sunoo. “wanna be full of your cum, sunoo, please.”
sunoo slipped in just the head, dipping it past the rim of sunghoon's pussy, then pulling back, then repeating it over and over again. the maddening feeling had sunghoon keening, clutching at sunoo's biceps feebly, his legs hooking around his waist to try and force him in.
“so greedy, hyung.” cooed sunoo. “but it's okay, baby. you're so cute like this.”
he pressed his cock even further in, earning a mewl from sunghoon. god, sunoo filled him so good, so well, so—
sunghoon woke up with a start, chest heaving and heart racing. he smacked his face a few times, blushing at how warm he felt all over. once he fully returned back to his normal, non–horny bottom self, he looked around the room, making sure he wasn't in that dream anymore.
it was kind of a bummer to be honest; sunghoon did quite enjoy the dream…
the bed around him was cold, sunoo nowhere to be found. he stepped off the bed, drawn by the sound of something sizzling in the kitchen. as soon as his feet hit the floor, however, he felt his knees bowing in weakness; that similar feeling of numbness, followed by pinpricks running up his leg.
he got off the floor, cursing as he felt another sharp spiky no–good feeling. oh, walking was going to be a nightmare.
sunghoon stumbled into the kitchen, hips stiff, face blazing red, hands pressed to his lower back like it might help with the lingering soreness. at the stove stood sunoo, flipping pancakes, that stupid neon green kiss the cook apron tied around his waist.
he turned around, smiling gently, and if sparkles went off in the background, sunghoon wouldn't even question it. he would be entirely content to just stand there and stare at his pretty boyfriend, but remembering what happened last night put a wrench in those plans.
“i can’t believe you threatened to get me pregnant,” he huffed, glaring at sunoo while trying to balance on one foot. “i don’t even have the parts.”
sunoo was leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed, grinning like a devil. a very handsome devil. wait… weren't devils supposed to be beautiful in the first place? “you threaten to get me pregnant all the time,” he said, voice full of laughter. “and i actually have the parts. so, fair is fair.”
sunghoon groaned, hobbling toward the fridge, every step a minor ordeal. “fair? my ass hurts, sunoo. every step is—ugh, stop laughing at me!” he was entirely aware that his statement petered out into a whine, but it made sunoo lean over to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, so. a win is a win.
sunoo doubled over with a snicker, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. “look at you. poor little sunghoonie, limping around like a wounded animal. it’s hilarious. i can’t even take you seriously with that face, you look so cute!”
sunghoon tried to glare but ended up tripping slightly on the rug, letting out a frustrated squeak. “this is not funny!” he waved a hand at sunoo, still carefully walking, “you're laughing. i'm dying of being dicked down here, and you're laughing.”
“you didn't seem to be complaining about it yesterday,” sunoo grinned, wiggling his eyebrows like an idiot. he had dried batter on his cheek, and flour in his hair and clothes, and his hormonal acne had scarred over onto little red spots.
sunoo had never looked prettier, sunghoon was sure.
sunoo, entirely oblivious to sunghoon's heart eyes (mostly because he had his back turned to the elder), just giggled. “you were so pretty last night, hyung; moaned like a well–trained whore, too.”
sunghoon’s ears went redder, still limping to the stove. “stop calling me that in the kitchen! it’s embarrassing and i’m still recovering!”
“oh, sunoo–yah,” sunoo crooned, in a mocking attempt of what sunghoon's voice sounded like the previous night, “won't you fuck your pretty hyung? fill him with your cum?”
sunghoon felt his skin burn with pinpricks of post–nut clarity. he slapped a hand over sunoo's mouth, squealing out a “stop that, seriously!”
sunoo just laughed, kissing the center of his palm before grabbing the frying pan and flipping a pancake with one hand. “oh, come on, hyung. i can’t help it. you’re adorable when you’re all red and flustered.”
sunghoon groaned, leaning against the counter, cheeks flaming, still trying to balance himself. “adorable? i’m furious. my ass hurts, my legs hurt, and you’re laughing at me. do you even feel bad?” he pouted full force, mostly because he was aware he look silly like that, because it's such a sunoo thing to do, but also because sunoo thinks he looks silly and ends up kissing him nonetheless.
sunoo shrugged, grinning, flipping another pancake. “not even a little. i feel amazing, actually. sit down, i’ll make you breakfast, and you can sulk while i laugh at your dramatic limp.”
sunghoon huffed, grabbing a chair, trying not to wobble too much. “i hate you so much,” he muttered, but there was a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips.
sunoo reached over and ruffled his hair, still smirking. “love you too, hyung. now eat before you topple over completely.”
sunghoon sighed, shaking his head, trying to hide the grin creeping onto his face. “you’re a meanie,” he said, but there was warmth in his voice despite the clear high pitched attempt of sunoo's voice, and sunoo laughed even harder.
sunghoon sat down at the island as sunoo pushed a stack of pancakes toward him. “eat up, hyung.” he wasted no time digging into the food, munching on it aggressively as sunoo ruffled his hair and cooed, “good doggie,” and sunghoon automatically responded with a woof and a growl.
oh, this man had sunghoon by the balls. sunghoon wouldn't want it any other way.
“hyung,” sunoo called out softly, taking a seat next to him on the island. sunghoon's gaze settled on him, and he felt his breath catch. sunoo during sex and parties and outings was gorgeous, yes, but sunoo during these mundane moments in their daily life… he was divine. his auburn hair looked nearly glimmery in the late winter morning, his cheeks were soft and pink, much like his lips, and his skin shine like moonlight. the acne scar on his nose gave him a bit of a rudolph look, and sunghoon found that so endlessly endearing that he wanted to jump out the window and let his organs splatter over the icy roads and then have a truck run him over. sunoo smiled, soft, gentle, loving.
“happy birthday, hyung.”
oh. that was today?
sunoo continued, wringing his hands, “i wanted to give you your gift first thing before everyone else does later in the evening, but it isn't ready yet, so you're gonna have to wait a while. but not too long! i checked with the person who is making your gift and they said they can have it done later by today around 8 p.m. and that not to—”
“sunoo–yah,” sunghoon interrupted him gently, “it doesn't matter if you give me a gift ten months from now, i'd still love it. you're the one gifting it to me, so even if it were a used garbage bag, i'd accept it.”
sunoo smiled brightly, immediately diving in for a hug, smushing his face against his boyfriend's hoobies, as he referred to them. sunghoon refused to refer to them as anything else, much to the chagrin of jay, riki, and jungwon. and also his gym trainer.
he stood up, tilting his head down to kiss sunghoon's forehead, then the tip of his nose. more kisses followed soon after; one under his eye, one to the bridge of his nose, one above his jaw to the side of his face, one a little further from the corner of his lips—
oh. sunoo was kissing his moles. sunghoon felt his throat choke up a little.
he pouted exaggeratedly, pursing his lips for a kiss. the last thing he saw before getting his face smacked away playfully was sunoo's gorgeous hazel eyes crinkled at the corners, plush pink lips pulled into a giggle.
(it was no problem, though. sunghoon ended up getting that kiss, with a generous amount of tongue involved.)