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The first thing Suho became aware of was warmth. A deep, liquid warmth that seeped through the lingering haze of sleep, pulling him gently from a dreamless void. It was a focused, intimate heat, centered low on his body, a stark and delicious contrast to the cool morning air on his bare shoulders and chest.
He stirred, a low, sleepy groan rumbling in his chest. Consciousness returned in soft, blurry waves. The weight of the comforter. The familiar scent of their laundry detergent and, beneath it, Sieun's clean, soapy smell. The pale grey light of predawn filtering through the blinds.
And then... the sensation clarified.
A soft, wet pressure enveloped the head of his cock, which was already half-hard from sleep or the unconscious anticipation of his body recognizing this touch, even in dreams. A slow, deliberate suction, followed by the slick, hot slide of a tongue tracing the sensitive ridge beneath the crown.
Suho's eyes flew open, his breath hitching. He didn't move, not yet, muscles locking in place as his brain scrambled to process. He was on his back. The sheets were pooled around his hips. And there, between his legs, a shadowy figure was moving with quiet, focused intent.
Dark hair, soft and slightly messy from sleep. The curve of a pale shoulder. The elegant line of a spine disappearing under the edge of the sheet.
"Sieun-ah...?" His voice was a sleep-roughened croak, thick with disbelief and a sudden, sharp surge of lust.
The mouth around him paused. Then, slowly, Sieun pulled off with a soft, wet pop that sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. He lifted his head, and even in the dim light, Suho could see his face. Those large, doe-like eyes, usually so serious and focused on books or screens, were dark with intent, pupils blown wide.
His lips were glistening, swollen already. A faint blush painted his cheekbones, but his gaze was steady, holding Suho's.
"Good morning," Sieun whispered, his voice quiet but clear, devoid of its usual early-morning gravel. He didn't smile, but there was a softness in his expression, a quiet determination Suho recognized from when he tackled a particularly difficult problem set. Only now, the problem set was him.
"Baby... what are you...?" Suho started, pushing himself up on his elbows. The movement made his erection, now fully hard and throbbing, bob against his stomach.
"I want to," Sieun said simply, cutting him off. His hand came up to wrap around Suho's length, stroking him slowly, firmly, from root to tip. The touch was confident, knowing. "I've been thinking about it. Waking you up like this. Do you... do you want me to?"
The question, asked so earnestly with those wide, innocent eyes while his hand did devilish things, sent a jolt straight to Suho's core. A possessive, adoring heat flooded him, hotter than the arousal.
"Fuck, yes," Suho breathed out, collapsing back onto the pillows. He reached a hand down, tangling his fingers gently in Sieun's soft hair.
"God, yes, baby. Please. My good boy, my perfect Sieun-ah, you can do whatever you want."
A small, almost imperceptible smile touched Sieun's lips at the pet names. He loved them, Suho knew, even if he sometimes pretended to be annoyed. Loved the way they made him feel precious, owned.
Without another word, Sieun bent his head and took Suho back into his mouth, deeper this time.
Suho's head thumped back against the headboard, a string of curses and praises falling from his lips. "Oh, shit... that's it, darling. Just like that.
Your mouth feels so fucking good."
Sieun worked him with a meticulous, studious focus that was utterly captivating. He started slow, learning anew the responses of Suho's body— the hitch in his breath when the tip of his tongue pressed against the slit, the full-body twitch when he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard on the way up. He used his hand in tandem, twisting on the upstroke, his thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered.
The room filled with wet, lewd sounds-sucks, slurps, the slick friction of Sieun's hand. Suho watched, mesmerized, as his usually reserved boyfriend gave himself over to the act completely. Sieun's eyes were closed in concentration, long lashes fanning his cheeks. His free hand crept up to rest on Suho's thigh, fingers digging in for balance.
"Look at you," Suho moaned, his grip in Sieun's hair tightening just a fraction, not to guide, but to feel the connection. "Look at my smart, perfect baby being so good for me.
Taking my cock so pretty. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to suck me off."
Sieun whimpered around him, the vibration shooting a lightning bolt of pleasure up Suho's spine. The sound, the feeling, it was too much. He was hurtling towards the edge already, his hips beginning to make tiny, involuntary thrusts up into that perfect, hot wetness.
"Sieun-ah, baby, l'm gonna come," he warned, voice strained. "You gotta….. if you don't want..."
Instead of pulling away, Sieun took him deeper, his nose brushing the coarse hair at the base. The silent consent, the eager acceptance, shattered Suho's control.
With a guttural shout, he came, pulsing hotly down Sieun's throat.
His body arched off the bed, every muscle corded tight before collapsing back in a boneless, trembling heap. Sieun swallowed diligently, carefully, until Suho was too sensitive, gently pushing him off with a soft cry.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing.
Suho felt like he'd been unmade and put back together. He blindly reached for Sieun, pulling him up the bed. Sieun came willingly, curling into his side, resting his head on Suho's damp chest.
Suho could taste himself on Sieun's breath when he leaned down to capture his lips in a deep, slow, grateful kiss.
"That," Suho murmured against his mouth, "was the best fucking wake-up call in the history of the world."
Sieun just nuzzled closer, but Suho could feel the satisfied hum in his body, the slight tremor in his limbs.
He was far from finished, however.
The possessive beast in him, sated for a moment, was now wide awake and hungry in a different way. He'd seen the hard line of Sieun's arousal pressing against his thin sleep pants, had felt the needy little rolls of his hips against Suho's leg as he recovered.
Suho rolled them over in one smooth motion, pinning Sieun beneath him.
Sieun gasped, his doe eyes flying open, filled with a fresh wave of lust and surrender.
"My turn," Suho growled, leaning down to nip at his jaw. "My sweet boy gave me such a good present. Now Daddy needs to take care of you."
He kissed down Sieun's neck, over his collarbones, pushing the loose t-shirt up to expose his pale, smooth chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until Sieun was writhing, his back arching off the mattress, soft cries falling from his lips.
"Suho... please..."
"Please what, baby?" Suho teased, his hand sliding down Sieun's trembling stomach to palm him through his pants. Sieun was painfully hard. "Use your words. Tell me what you need."
"I need you," Sieun begged, his academic precision crumbling into pure need. "Need your hand, your fingers... please, just touch me."
"Since you asked so nicely," Suho purred. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sieun's pants and briefs and pulled them down in one rough tug, freeing his erection.
Sieun's cock stood straight and flushed against his stomach, a drop of moisture already glistening at the tip. Suho wrapped his hand around it, giving a firm stroke that made Sieun cry out.
"So eager for me," Suho mused, stroking him with a slow, maddening rhythm. "All that time you were sucking me, you were getting this hard, weren't you? My little pervert."
Sieun could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut, his hips thrusting up into Suho's fist. "Yes... wanted to make you feel good... wanted this..."
"And you'll get it," Suho promised, his voice dropping into a darker, more commanding register. "But not just this." His other hand slid down further, over Sieun's balls, back to the tight, hidden furl of muscle between his cheeks.
Sieun tensed for a second, a natural reaction, before forcing himself to relax, pushing back against Suho's probing finger. "There... yes..."
"Lube," Suho demanded, not a question.
"Bedside drawer," Sieun panted.
Suho leaned over, fumbling one-handed before retrieving the familiar bottle. He slicked up two fingers thoroughly, the sound of the slick liquid loud in the room. He returned his attention to Sieun's cock, stroking him steadily as he pressed the pad of his middle finger against his entrance.
"Open up for me, baby," he coaxed, applying gentle, insistent pressure.
"Let me in."
With a sharp, gasping moan, Sieun yielded, the tight ring of muscle giving way and sucking Suho's finger knuckle-deep inside. He was so tight, so hot inside, clenching around the intrusion.
"Fuck, you're always so tight," Suho groaned, beginning to move his finger in slow, shallow thrusts. He scissored it gently, stretching him, while his other hand continued its relentless pace on Sieun's cock. The dual sensations had Sieun babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and Suho's name.
"More... ah!... please, another... need more..."
"Greedy thing," Suho chuckled, but he was already adding a second finger, pushing in alongside the first.
The stretch was more intense, and Sieun threw his head back, a beautiful cry tearing from his throat.
Suho crooked his fingers, searching, and when he brushed against that bundle of nerves deep inside, Sieun nearly came off the bed.
"THERE! Oh, God, Suho, right there!
Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Suho set a ruthless rhythm, fucking him with his fingers, pounding against his prostate with every thrust while his fist stroked his cock in time.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion: skin slapping against skin, wet, squelching sounds from where his fingers plunged deep, Sieun's high, broken moans, and Suho's own rough grunts of encouragement.
"You take my fingers so well, baby," Suho snarled, leaning down to bite Sieun's shoulder, leaving a mark.
"Look at you, fucking yourself back on my hand. So desperate. You needed this, didn't you? Needed me to fuck you open, make you come all over yourself."
"Yes! Yes, I needed it, I need you, always need you!" Sieun was sobbing now, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of his eyes.
He was a quivering, incoherent mess, completely lost in the sensation, his usual controlled facade obliterated by Suho's skillful, dominating touch.
Suho felt the muscles in Sieun's abdomen clenching, felt his cock jump and pulse in his hand. He was close. Suho sped up both hands, his fingers pounding that sweet spot relentlessly, his grip on Sieun's cock tightening.
"Come on, baby," he commanded, his voice a hot whisper in Sieun's ear.
"Come for me. Come all over your stomach like the good boy you are.
Show me what you've got."
The command, paired with the overwhelming stimulation, tipped Sieun over the edge. He screamed Suho's name, back bowing off the mattress as he came in hot, white stripes across his own stomach and chest, his body convulsing around Suho's fingers, milking them as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.
The room was filled with the sound of ragged gasps and the rich, salty scent of sex. Sieun trembled violently, every nerve ending screaming in oversensitive aftershock as he collapsed back onto the sweat-dampened sheets. His mind was a blissful, static-filled blank, his body a limp, spent weight.
He felt Suho's fingers, gentle now, slide from him, and the loss drew a soft, shuddering whimper from his throat.
He barely registered the low, dark chuckle above him. Then came the hot, wet swipe of Suho's tongue against his stomach, cleaning a stripe through the mess he'd made.
The sensation was so intimate, so filthily tender, that a fresh shiver racked his frame.
"Look at you, my baby," Suho murmured, his voice a gravelly caress against Sieun's sensitive skin.
"Made such a pretty mess for me.
Came so hard, just from my fingers and my words." He kissed a path up Sieun's heaving chest, over a nipple, along his collarbone, before finally capturing his lips in a deep, claiming kiss. Sieun could taste himself on Suho's tongue, a final, dizzying surrender.
But the kiss wasn't soft or forgiving.
It was hungry, possessive, a promise of more. When Suho pulled back, his eyes were pitch black with a desire that was far from sated. Sieun, in his post-orgasmic haze, felt a new, different coil of heat tighten low in his belly. He was soft, oversensitive, yet the look in Suho's eyes promised to build the fire all over again.
"You think we're done, pretty thing?" Suho growled, nipping at his swollen bottom lip. "That sweet little climax was just the appetizer. I'm nowhere near finished with you."
Before Sieun could form a coherent thought, Suho's large hands gripped his hips and flipped him over with effortless strength. The world spun, and suddenly he was on his hands and knees, the cool air of the room hitting his wet, exposed backside. A wave of dizzying vulnerability washed over him, mixed with a sharp, immediate spike of arousal. The position felt even more obscene, more given, than lying on his back.
Suho's appreciative groan was a deep vibration in the quiet room.
"God, look at this view. All mine." One broad, hot palm came down on Sieun's right cheek in a sharp, stinging spank.
"Ah!" Sieun jerked forward, the pain a bright, shocking flare that instantly melted into a deep, throbbing heat. It wasn't punishment. It was branding.
A claim.
"That's it," Suho purred, rubbing the tingling skin. "Get that perfect ass nice and pink for me. Marked by my hand." He delivered another slap, this time to the left cheek, a little harder.
The sound was obscenely loud.
Sieun cried out again, pushing back instinctively into the contact, his earlier shyness incinerated in the furnace of their intimacy.
"You like that, don't you, Sieun-ah?" Suho's voice was a taunt, a provocation. "My smart boy, my good student, loves getting his ass spanked like a little slut. Isn't that right?"
The filthy word, applied to him, sent a jolt straight to Sieun's spent cock, which gave a valiant, interested twitch. He was beyond denying it, beyond anything but raw honesty.
"Y-yes," he panted, burying his flushed face in the crook of his arm.
"Yes, Suho... please..."
"Please what?" Another spank, followed by a kneading grip that made Sieun moan. "Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."
"I want... I want you," Sieun gasped, arching his back, presenting himself shamelessly. "I want you inside. Now.
Please, fuck me, Suho. I need it."
A growl of pure satisfaction was his answer. He heard the rip of a foil packet, the slick sounds of preparation. Then, the blunt, hot pressure of Suho's cock, not at his entrance, but rubbing firmly between his cheeks, over his sensitive hole, smearing the lube and the remnants of slickness from earlier.
"You're so greedy for it," Suho taunted, pressing the head against him but not yielding. "Begging to be fucked right after coming your brains out. What does that make you, huh?"
Sieun was mindless with need, pushing back against the unyielding pressure. "Yours," he sobbed. "Just yours. Your slut, your baby, anything... just please..."
The plea did it. With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, Suho sheathed himself fully in one smooth, devastating motion. Sieun screamed, his body stretching to accommodate the sudden, glorious fullness. It was overwhelming, a stretch bordering on pain, but it was exactly what he craved-the feeling of being completely possessed, owned, filled by the man he loved.
"Fuck! So fucking tight," Suho gritted out, holding himself deep, letting Sieun adjust. His hands anchored on Sieun's hips, thumbs digging into the dimples of his lower back. "Even like this, after you came... you're squeezing me like a vice."
He began to move, not with the slow, torturous pace of before, but with deep, punishing strokes that drove the air from Sieun's lungs with every inward thrust. It was relentless, a piston-like rhythm that brooked no argument. The bedframe began a steady, rhythmic creak of protest against the wall.
"You take me so well," Suho grunted, the slap of skin on skin joining the symphony of their coupling. He leaned over, covering Sieun's smaller body with his own, his chest hot against Sieun's sweaty back. His mouth found Sieun's ear. "My clever boy. All those big brains, and right now all you can think about is my cock splitting you open. Isn't that right?"
"Yes! God, yes!" Sieun babbled, his own arms giving out so that he was pressed flat against the mattress, Suho's weight a delicious, crushing blanket. The change in angle was exquisite, hitting a spot deep inside him with unerring accuracy on every thrust. His own cock, trapped between his stomach and the sheets, began to harden again, rubbing against the fabric with a friction that was almost too much.
Suho's hand snaked under him, finding his renewed erection, fisting it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was madness.Sieun was being fucked into the mattress, his prostate assaulted with brutal precision,while his cock was stroked in a tight, demanding grip.
"Gonna make you come again," Suho promised, his breath hot and ragged in Sieun's ear. "Gonna fuck another orgasm out of this perfect body.You're gonna come all over these sheets, untouched, just from my cock pounding that sweet spot.
Aren't you?"
The words were a prophecy Sieun felt coiling in his core. He was hurtling toward the edge again, his body alight with a pleasure so intense it blurred the lines with pain.
"Suho... I can't... it's too much..."
"You can," Suho commanded, punctuating his words with a particularly sharp, deep thrust that made Sieun see stars. "You will. For me. Come for me, Sieun. Now."
It was the command, the sheer dominance in his voice, that shattered the last of Sieun's control.
With a broken, sobbing cry that was mostly Suho's name, he convulsed.
His second orgasm ripped through him, dry and searing, originating from deep inside where Suho was relentlessly claiming him. His body clamped down viscously on Suho's length, milking it, and the sensation pushed Suho over the edge.
With a final, guttural roar, Suho buried himself to the hilt, his rhythm stuttering as he pulsed hotly within Sieun. He collapsed heavily on top of him, both of them a tangled, breathless, sweaty heap in the wrecked sheets.
For long minutes, the only sounds were their panting breaths and the frantic beating of their hearts slowing to a synchronized rhythm.
Suho, careful even in his own exhaustion, rolled them to their sides, keeping Sieun pulled tight against his chest, still intimately joined.
He nuzzled into the damp hair at Sieun's temple, pressing a kiss there.
"My amazing baby," he whispered, the filth and command gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated awe and tenderness. "My perfect Sieun."
Sieun, utterly wrecked and boneless, could only hum in contented reply, snuggling back into the solid, safe warmth of his boyfriend's embrace.
The morning sun was fully up now, bathing them in light. For the first time in a long time, Sieun had no thoughts of schedules, books, or anything beyond the man whose heartbeat he felt against his back, and the profound, perfect peace of being completely and utterly loved-and thoroughly claimed.