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Sungho is so pretty. Pretty like a boy? Sure. But there's something so feminine and ethereal about his beauty that makes Woonhak’s brain feel as if it's rewiring itself just from glancing at the older. The way Sungho's hair shines under the sun, as if a halo is atop his head. How Sungho's voice is so smooth that when Woonhak overhears him talking, his pants tighten.
A little gross, but he can't help it when the thoughts that enter his mind cause it to happen; it's human nature, okay! He's just a dude after all.
And so is Sungho, but in Woonhak’s mind, Sungho is too pretty to just be a dude; he’s so pretty.
Pretty like a girl.
It should be quiet at this time of night, or well, morning to be exact. The shuffling of sheets can be heard from Woonhak's restless movements. He would like to calm down, he really would.
However, when Sungho's ass is practically sitting on his dick, which has already been stirring from being so close to the older, Woonhak can't do anything but be twitchy. In his eyes, everything about Sungho is pretty. Something to be admired. His personality is delicate yet strong, his body the same.
Woonhak bets he sounds pretty when touched just right, when pleasure overtakes him. Bets that Sungho tastes pretty, that his hole twitching and gaping would both sound and be so pretty.
God, he's a pervert.
Sungho is sound asleep right next to him, innocently dreaming. All while Woonhak's here thinking of how good it would feel to fuck the older until he's shaking.
Sungho lets out a sleep-filled groan before moving his hips back onto Woonhak, a sigh leaving him soon after. His hips buck up into Sungho's ass at the feeling. It's pathetic. How much his hyung no his—
Noona affects him.
One thing about Woonhak is that when he starts something, he can't stop it. That proves to be true now as he breathes in deep, before rocking his hips into Sungho once more. The silk cloth of the pajamas he wears, ones that match those of Sungho's, rubs against the tip of his cock.
Perhaps wearing boxers or something, anything to stop his tip from already leaking, would have been best. Woonhak is sometimes too one-track-minded, though. Getting into bed with Sungho quicker was on his mind more than taking time to put on underwear.
Continuing to rock his hips, he adds more pressure as he feels pleasure tingle him. Sungho smells so nice. Leaning his nose closer to Sungho's nape, he takes in his scent closely. It's so clean, flowery, girly.
"Fuck, Noona…" he whines quietly, thinking he's quiet enough not to wake Sungho.
He's wrong.
"What are you doing?" Sungho asks incredulously. The statement hangs in the silence that follows. Woonhak stills, mind going blank. He didn't mean to be so perverted, but his Noona feels so— and his head felt so—
"Noona, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Woonhak says sadly, guilt prevalent in his downcast features.
"Noona?" Sungho questions, confused at the title. Not letting it slip that the change in honorifics causes a flush to rise to his cheeks and a turning in his stomach. Noona, Sungho, broad and built entirely in lean muscle, is Noona?
It makes his cock stir.
Woonhak snuggles closer to Sungho's neck as the older finally turns to face him. Sungho doesn't address it more than that, not until Woonhak can't keep his mouth closed, or his hands to himself.
"Noona, will you let me? Let me touch it?" Woonhak finally asks after rubbing his hands along Sungho's covered chest, practically panting moisture onto his neck. Sungho should say no, tell Woonhak he is not Noona, that he isn't a girl. But—Sungho is nothing if not silently perverse.
So he lets it continue. Let's Woonhak call him the honorific, without any complaints.
In fact, he feeds into it.
"Why should I let you do that, when you've been humping on me like a puppy in heat?" Sungho spits. It comes out mean enough that Woonhak whimpers. Sungho likes that. That the younger will stay put, even if he's a little mean to him. It makes him want to play with him even more.
Moving closer, Woonhak begs some more. Eyes still lowered from being too scared to look up at Sungho. Choosing instead to continue to mouth at Sungho's neck, pants turning into soft kisses at his pulse point.
"Noona, let me please, just a little Noona, let Hakie touch it just a little…" his voice is high and cutely annoying. Sungho can't let his endearment lead him to make easy decisions too soon. Grabbing where Woonhak lies hard against wet fabric, Sungho wraps his hand softly around Woonhak's bulge. The ongoing rocking of Woonhak's hips continues despite a jerk at the contact.
"Should noona let you inside, baby? Should noona make this even more wet and warm?" It's almost mocking how Sungho says it, makes it drip off his tongue.
He'll be noona for Woonhak; he'd be anything for him if he's being honest.
Sungho pulls Woonhak back by his shoulders, grip light. Without speaking, he eyes Woonhak. Looking at him with something fervent, nasty. It makes Woonhak's brows furrow in a hunger he needs to have sated.
"Can noona kiss you?" Woonhak doesn't answer him.
Instead, he rushes his mouth to connect with the older's roughly, all tongue and clashing teeth; it's messy. Woonhak's mouth moves with no rhythm or dance; he only moves with unrestrained lust that shakes his hands that lie at his sides.
"Noona, need to—Noona, can I?" his voice cracks at the end.
Poor thing, sungho thinks. So wound up over nothing.
"Want noona to lie back, baby? Want to see Noona's pretty parts?"
The response is immediate. Woonhak pushes Sungho onto his back, breathing labored. His quick movement leaves Sungho stunned.
"Good boys don't do things like that to Noona," he chides, making Woonhak whine pitifully.
"Sorry, Noona, just want you…" Woonhak sadly excuses himself.
It doesn't work.
"Almost makes noona not want to give you a taste of her." Sungho frowns.
That's the worst thing Woonhak could hear right now. He'd rather die than not have Sungho surrounding his senses in every way possible. He shakes his head rapidly.
"Noona, I'm sorry, I'll be good, Hakie will be good."
"Promise?"
Woonhak hums.
"Words, baby," Sungho reminds.
"Promise noona," he responds earnestly.
"Good boy, take my pants off for me," Sungho instructs.
Woonhak listens, going to pull his pants down, but Sungho slaps his hands away.
"Use your teeth. Noona isn't easy, Hakie," he states.
Woonhak opens his mouth, tongue out, licking at the bit of skin that shows from where Sungho's shirt rises at his stomach. Sungho would get on to him, but the wet warmth that glides over his chilled skin is welcomed.
Woonhak bites the silk between his front teeth. The pressure is enough that the fabric won't slip between them. He pulls down slowly, eyeing Sungho.
"Don't tease..." Sungho breathes out, feeling restless himself.
The noise Woonhak makes at the reveal of bare skin makes Sungho grin. He, too, has no underwear on for reasons that lie unknown, but it makes Woonhak's dick stiffen at the implications.
Did Sungho want him to fuck him full? Did Sungho plan to do something to Woonhak first?
"Noona can get needy too," Sungho admits, bashful. Cheeks a light shade of pink at the exposure of himself. Once the pants are down to Sungho's ankles, Woonhak throws them to the side without care.
The sight of Sungho's dick that grows harder under his stare is so pretty.
Woonhak wants to spread his legs quickly to catch a peek at the hole that will wink back at him, lap at it until his spit covers the rim, dripping down from it onto Sungho's lean thighs.
He craves to taste, to eat, to have it all under his touch and tongue.
Sungho smiles at Woonhak's expression. The visible craving that makes his mouth twitch has Sungho feeling ecstatic. Desired. As if him being older isn't a bad thing. As if it doesn't make him any less worthy of Woonhak's love and lust.
Pulling his legs back to his chest, Sungho hooks his hands behind his knees. His hole is fully on display—pretty pink rim winks at Woonhak. Already prepped and ready to be stretched more by the younger.
"Go on, baby, you can taste it."
The permission has Woonhak immediately arching down to get closer. Lying his tongue flat against the clenching entrance, he licks at it eagerly. Up and down, the glide is smooth, warm. Sungho sighs, the feeling pleasurable, if only Woonhak would add pressure. Open his hole with his tongue just a little bit.
Fuck it inside.
Almost as if the Woonhak could read his mind, he prods his tongue past the ring of muscles—flicking it. The slight prodding makes Sungho whine, cock twitching at his stomach. It's satisfying to be eaten out by Woonhak's long tongue. Taken apart and feasted upon as if he's a meal that's meant to be five-starred and savored.
"Taste so good, Noona." Woonhak moans against the skin of Sungho's preneuim. It vibrates him nicely, a buzz causing him to jerk. Woonhak drools down his chin, spit shining against Sungho's hole; pretty. Woonhak thinks that all he seems to have in mind about the older.
"Hakie inside, Noona wants it inside." Sungho is at his limit. Can only be lightly stimulated so much until the ache to be filled builds up to the point he begs—asks nicely. Woonhak pulls away with a smile. Teeth slightly showing from the haze he's in, all from having Sungho's pretty parts on his tongue.
"Need it that bad, Noona? need this—" Woonhak grabs his cock and taps it hard onto Sungho's entrance. The smack is wet—Sungho keens. The cockiness Woonhak now emits is so attractive that Sungho finds himself stuck for words to say. No remark left at the moment to chew him out with, because yes—Sungho needs it that bad.
Without a word, Woonhak pushes his tip past the rim, the stretch stinging but not enough to hurt. Sungho grabs Woonhak's hip, "Push it in, Noona can take it," he breathes out.
Woonhak listens well, always does. Pushes his length all the way inside until Sungho's hole fits snug to his shape, taking it all like a pretty girl.
Fuck, Woonhak is so big. Girth just right enough to make Sungho's eyes water, long enough to inch against that bundle of nerves that makes his hips rock down to try and itch it. Make the cock inside rub past the ridges of his walls until all that's fucked is his prostate.
Woonhak pulls his hips back, pushes them forward again, hard.
"Oh!" Sungho brings a hand to his chest. The steady rhythm Woonhak builds makes his hair bounce cutely, cock jumping the same. A similar momentum that causes everything to feel a balance of heavy and light.
It's good, so good. They both feel so.
The wet heat of his Noona is tight. Prickles his skin so much his cock pulses inside, twitching with a need to let go. Fill Sungho up until his cum bulges the older's tummy, until his cum is fucked out of the older messily. Leaking under them as a sign of ownership.
His Sungho, his Noona, his pretty girl.
Sungho can't do it anymore. Can't talk back, can't chide Woonhak for his perverted neediness. All he can do is take what the younger gives him. Can only lie and whine as Woonhak fucks him deeper. Hitting spots that whiten his vision just as much as they turn his stomach into knotted butterfly wings—brittle and fallen apart.
"Such a good noona, letting Hakie fuck you like this," Woonhak smirks as he speaks, confidence wafting off him at the mess that he creates of Sungho. Sungho's pretty hair is laid out around him. Some of the strands stick to his tacky skin, sweat sitting there at the pace that Woonhak fucks him through.
"Hakie…slow—slow down," he manages to say through the cries that ring out of him. But Woonhak can't.
He isn't listening enough to be present in Sungho's words when all he can be taken over by is Noona's sweet warmth, Noona's pretty hole that feels so good.
"Noona so wet, so warm. so tight around me. Does Noona like it?" he questions quickly. His string of words babbled out from the haze he's in. Arousal so prevalent it has his chest aching and hands tightening around Sungho's waist. Fingertips leaving prints on the milky skin. Red dots to match the blotches that surround Sungho's nipples from where the older pulls at them.
Woonhak thinks the sight of his noona making himself feel good as his dick plunges inside him is one of the best sights he could ever experience. One had experience every day if he could.
"Woonhak, Noona is—" he feels impossibly deep, Sungho notes.
So deep he thinks he feels it in his—
"Noona, feel it here?" Woonhak slows his pace. He presses a heavy hand on Sungho's tense stomach.
It makes Sungho see stars. Feeling Woonhak's palm press down and cock fuck up into that same spot all through him. Sungho doesn't know what happens when he begins to feel sopping wet; he doesn't know how he's able to leak that much. Doesn't know why his tip feels like it twitches out all that it can give when Woonhak keeps fucking his dick through Sungho into his palm.
He doesn't know, and he's glad he doesn't.
To feel brain-dumb from Woonhak's cock is to feel at peace, on cloud nine.
Woonhak fucks him until he's drained of all that fills his tummy, of all that makes Noona so messy. Delirious and buzzing, Woonhak smiles, mesmerized by this all. The wetness that covers Sungho's skin puddles at his belly button. Even the sheets beneath them are soaked.
It's art, Woonhak decides—a painting full of dopamine and pleasure.
"Ha, Noona even cums like a girl, huh?" Tone cheerful as he presses a finger in the droplets that roll down Sungho's hip bones. Sungho closes his eyes as Woonhak keeps fucking deep strokes into him. His prostate is sensitive, his cock slightly numb from squirting. But this all tingles his spine in a way that he's never felt before. His cock leaked like a good Noona for his Hakie.
Sungho is a good noona.
Woonhak keeps fucking his prostate, calculated to hit it head-on, tip poking it over and over. Sungho begins to leak again, clear and pretty as refreshing water. It comes out in spurts. Woonhak gets lost in it all—the visual, the feeling, the droplets that hit his own tummy as Sungho squirted all that filled him up.
Woonhak is a gentleman; it's only right to fill Sungho up again with something else since he now lies empty. Cock twitching and balls tightening, Woonhak feels his hips stutter. He leans down to bite at Sungho's neck, deep. Marking noona to show that his cum taints the older's insides. His teeth make a rose bloom into Noona's smooth, flowery-scented skin.
Woonhak has created art today. Sungho might be his best piece because his noona is so pretty. Such a pretty girl.