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The pink dildo can stick to any surface. Martin sticks it to his wall. Google said doggy feels good the first time.
He looks at the lube he ordered, too. Peach and jasmine scented. He sits there, staring at the toy on the wall and down at the expensive bottle.
He takes off all his clothes and sits there naked. When he reaches for the lube, he cringes back. Martin sighs, closing his eyes. He needs to set the mood for this.
He lights a few candles, turns off the overhead light, and hits play on a random playlist. Crystal Castles starts playing. Martin doesn't even pay attention to the music. Now, he has nothing left to do to postpone the main thing, which is to take the lube, coat his fingers, and touch himself.
He lies down in the candlelit room while "Suffocation" plays, and thinks about Keonho.
Martin has Keonho. Has has him. As a boyfriend, the kind who buys him food, opens doors, and acts the part perfectly. Also, who Martin can be crazy with, who matches him. If Martin gets into the whole talk about how he never knew they would date, or how crazy it was that they actually liked each other, it would be a long story.
Simply put, it happened after going on a youtube show and attending a fashion event together. Spending all that time together shifted things, especially after Martin admitted that Keonho hurt him with his constant teasing insults. Keonho changed after that. When Keonho stopped using teasing as his flirting method and started being caring, considerate, and attentive, Martin was gone™.
They shared a first date, then a second, and eventually their first kiss. That led to an awkward conversation on the couch, discussing who would bottom. Keonho had laughed, laughed, "I thought that was obvious," he said. "That hyung would bottom."
Martin hadn't argued. Especially not after what happened a few minutes later. They were making out on the sofa, hands moving under shirts, when Martin shifted and slid his hand down. He touched Keonho through his sweatpants. Right there against his palm he felt the size, and it changed something in Martin.
Ever since that night, Martin couldn’t get it out of his head. The memory kept him awake, distracting him at odd hours of the day.
Which was exactly how he ended up online, staring at a confirmation screen, after buying a Keonho sized dildo. And a lube.
Now, "Crimewave" is playing. Martin moves, his hands slowly sliding over his skin. He starts from his thighs, moving up until he reaches his nipple. He rolls his finger over it and shivers, remembering how Keonho rolled his thumb there while kissing down his neck.
"Heard it feels good here, hyung," Keonho muttered. "Does it?"
Martin quietly moans, his hand pinching his hardened nipple while his other hand moves over his body, up to his neck, down to his collarbones, and over his ribs.
"Hyung, I won you a plushie."
Martin smiles at the memory. He turns onto his stomach and grabs the plushie Keonho won for him after they lost a hundred thousand won on it. He pulls it between his legs and starts grinding. Whimpering into the sheet, he imagines grinding against Keonho, imagining the feeling of hot breath against his neck.
The dry friction is not that great, though. Martin whines, pushes the plushie away, and grabs the lube. When he opens it, a sweet scent wafts through the room. Martin inhales deeply. The bottle says it is safe for oral use, too.
He has half a thought to put his coated finger in his mouth just to taste, but he shakes his head and moves his hand down.
He circles his rim, his eyes staying on the girthy dildo. When he tries to push a finger in, it feels too tight. Unless he forces it, it doesn't feel like it can even slide inside.
Should he watch porn? He can’t get hard to anything except Keonho now though, so it would be useless. Martin goes for his phone, scrolls through his gallery, and finds a video where Keonho is kissing down his neck while Martin records. In the video, when Martin calls his name, Keonho looks up from between Martin’s shoulder and neck, smiling at the camera.
Fuck, Martin misses him. He grabs the plushie that fell onto the floor and tucks it between his thighs again. The hard nose of the toy rubs right against his wet entrance, making him shudder and moan.
Martin’s eyes stay on the screen. He grabs the lube, slicks his dick, and starts jerking himself off while grinding against the plushie. He moves a finger back, and his rim has softened reasonably. The finger slides in. Martin leans down until his face is flat on the sheet, right next to his phone, where Keonho is still kissing his neck on loop.
He moves his finger, raises his hips a little, and shudders. It feels good. Foreign, but good.
Now, one finger turns into two, and two turns into three. When he brushes against a specific spot, his entire body jolts. A loud moan slips out as he sits upright, shivering from the shock. He just found his prostate. Martin is almost drooling- it feels incredibly intense.
His eyes land on the dildo again. Slowly, he moves closer and his lips kiss the tip of the dildo. He keeps his fingers moving inside himself, intentionally reaching for that spot again.
Just like before, his whole body writhes and tenses, and he comes right onto the plushie.
Panting, Martin takes the top of the dildo into his mouth and starts sucking on it, keeping three fingers inside his hole still. As he loses himself in the sensation, he takes the toy deeper and deeper, moaning around it. He finally pulls his fingers out when his post-orgasm body becomes too sensitive to handle the stimulation.
He sits there, sucking on the toy and drooling around it. He pulls off, then licks down the length until he reaches the fake base, sucking on that too.
He has no idea that Keonho is watching him, though. Keonho had come back to the dorm earlier than the others to spend time with his boyfriend, only to find Martin sucking on a pink dildo, with the plushie Keonho won for him covered in his come. Through the half-closed door, Keonho has a clear view of Martin’s hole, pink and glistening with lube.
Martin pulls off the dildo and moves to his drawer. He pulls out a condom, giggling at the absurdity of the situation as he tries to slide it onto the silicone. When it gets stuck only on the tip, an idea seems to strike him. He leans down, wraps his lips around the condom, and tries to use his mouth to roll it down the toy.
Keonho swallows hard, rock hard in his pants as he watches the scene. He smiles fondly when Martin pulls back with a grimace, mumbling, "Never again, ew."
Martin coats the condom with more lube and turns his ass toward the wall. Slowly, the tip breaches his rim, and Martin freezes. He pants, his hand reaching for his phone again.
Keonho smirks when Martin pulls up Keonho’s picture on the screen. Staring at the image, Martin slowly moves backward, taking more of the toy inside.
"Fuck... so big," Martin whines. Keonho can see his thighs and ass quivering.
Still, Martin begins to move back and forth against the dildo. His lithe body arches and tightens, moans spilling from his lips while his eyes stay locked on the picture.
"Keonho... fuck, feels good."
Keonho throbs in his pants. Martin is barely taking the dildo at first, and the slow progress seems to frustrate him. Taking a deep breath, Martin pushes back harder. Minutes pass as more of the silicone disappears inside him, until it is buried completely.
"Give me a few minutes," Martin mumbles suddenly, as if imagining Keonho is right there instructing him.
Slowly, Martin starts to move. The pace builds until he is slamming himself back against the wall, panting and moaning out loud.
"Keonho-"
Not even a full minute later, Martin stops moving, his entire body spasming. He slowly pulls himself off the dildo with a filthy wet slide. His hole hitches and clenches around every ridge, stretching around the wide head before letting go completely, leaving the skin a dark pink.
Martin reaches for the lube, pours more over his ass, and finally seems unable to resist tasting it, licks a drop off his finger. Then, his slicked finger moves to his nipple while his other hand slips back inside his hole.
Now, Martin is on his back, playing with his perked nipples while fucking himself with three fingers, completely exposed to Keonho's view. Keonho had always thought Martin had beautiful lips- a heavier lower lip and a thinner upper lip that made him want to kiss him stupid. Watching those lips part now to let out filthy moans, Keonho is transfixed, addicted.
Martin's hair looks soft and fluffy, styled that way by the professional stylist earlier in the day. Paired with his long lashes, closed eyes, and flushed cheeks, he looks both innocent and sinful.
Soon, Martin’s entire chest, ribs, waist, and collarbones glisten from where he has rubbed the excess lube over his skin. He reaches for his phone again and dials a number.
Keonho’s phone rings, the sudden sound startling Martin. He sits up quickly just as Keonho slowly walks into the room, his eyes intensely locked on him.
"Oh- hi? Hi! Keonho- how long- " Martin stammers, blushing furiously.
Keonho doesn't answer. He kneels on the floor, grips the edge of the mattress, then pulls Martin’s hips directly toward him. Without a word, he presses his mouth against Martin’s hole.
"Ah- fuck-" Martin is twitching, then starts sobbing, his thighs spasm around Keonho’s head.
Keonho groans at the taste. The combination of the peach and jasmine lube, as Keonho reads on the bottle on the bed, mixed with Martin’s own scent tastes incredible. He licks inside, swirls his tongue around the rim, sucks the sensitive skin, and nips at the inner thigh, while Martin writhes, letting out a string of whimpers, sobs, and gasps on the bed.
Keonho’s gaze shifts from Martin’s flushed face to the pink toy stuck to the wall. He pulls away from Martin’s ass for a second, reaching up to rip the dildo off the surface. Martin’s eyes follow the movement, a soft groan escaping him as Keonho grips the silicone.
"I can explain..." Martin mumbles, his voice breathy and strained with a whine.
Keonho lays the dildo flat against Martin’s lower belly, cursing under his breath. Seeing the sheer length of it against Martin's torso makes him realize exactly how deep it had just been inside him.
Martin reaches out, tugging weakly on Keonho’s sleeve to pull him closer, "Put yours in, Keonho. Not that."
"Hyung," Keonho says, the words catching in his throat, completely overwhelmed by the sight of his Martin hyung open, flushed, and intentionally preparing himself just to take Keonho.
After adding a fresh layer of lube, Keonho leans down, capturing Martin’s lips in a kiss as he slowly pushes inside the slick, prepared hole.
The transition from the silicone toy to the real thing leaves Martin breathless. Even though he had just stretched himself out, the solid, heavy length of Keonho filling him feels entirely different.
Keonho rests his weight over Martin, arms on either side of his head, pinning him to the mattress. He doesn't move immediately. He just stays deep inside, letting Martin’s tight, slick muscles adjust to him.
Martin’s fingers dig into Keonho’s waist, his nails catching in the fabric of his shirt as his hips give a helpless, upward twitch.
"F-fuck, Keonho..." Martin gasps, his head rolling back against the bed.
Keonho slowly pulls back, nearly pulling out entirely before driving back in with a slow thrust.
The sensation sends a jolt straight down Martin's spine. His legs lock around Keonho’s waist. It is the exact same size and length as the toy he had just struggled so hard to take and couldn’t even last a minute, but the reality of it feels almost unmanageable. The silicone on the wall had been cold, still, but Keonho is warm, hot inside him, and shifting against his walls with every move of his hips.
It’s too much. It’s too much.
"Wait, wait- it’s too much," Martin whimpers, his hips trying to back away, but Keonho’s hands lock around his waist.
"You took the whole thing earlier, hyung," Keonho whispers, his breath hot against Martin’s ear, "I watched you. You can take me."
Keonho picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more rhythmic. Every time he bottoms out, he hits the exact spot Martin had discovered earlier, but with a bruising, and rough accuracy that makes Martin scream.
Martin’s mind blanks, the room, the scent of peach and jasmine, the candles, everything blurs into the background. All he can feel is Keonho moving inside him, stretching him, completely taking control and using his body. Loud moans spill from his lips, sobbing softly from the intensity of the pleasure as Keonho fucks him harder and harder into the mattress.
The pace quickly becomes unbearable for Martin as Keonho speeds up, completely focused on chasing his orgasm. Every thrust is hard, and deep. Martin thrashes against the mattress, his head shaking from side to side as tears gather at the corners of his tightly shut eyes.
He can barely breathe, let alone form words, his voice breaking into high-pitched, desperate whimpers with every move. The friction builds past the point of endurance. Pinned flat beneath Keonho’s weight, Martin can’t even reach down to touch himself, his hands are either gripping the headboard or the sheets as his hips are lifted and met with Keonho’s hips.
Keonho fucks into him, hitting the sensitive spot over and over, "Keonho- wait, I'm going to- " Martin gasps, his eyes roll back, his fingers tightening into white-knuckled grips.
Keonho doesn't slow down. He grips Martin’s hips firmer, anchoring him against the mattress and crowding him until there is nowhere to escape the pleasure.
Without a single touch to his dick, Martin’s entire body goes rigid. A cry tears from his throat as he cums completely hands-free, thick fluid spilling across his own stomach and the sheets. His thighs spasm violently against Keonho's waist, his lower belly quivering.
The tense clenching of Martin’s orgasm wraps around Keonho’s dick, but instead of slowing down, the tight, pulsing friction only drives Keonho over the edge. He doesn't let Martin rest.
Gripping Martin’s trembling body even tighter, Keonho continues to push into him, his pace turning faster. Every thrust forces its way through the tightness of Martin, refusing to give him a second to recover. Martin’s hands shake against the sheet, as his sensitive, post-orgasm hole is forced to take the relentless movement all over again.
He whines into the pillow, as Keonho buries his face in the crook of Martin's neck, his breath coming in ragged, sinking into the wet heat again and again until he can barely find his rhythm anymore.
Keonho stills, after what feels like forever, as his whole body tenses, coming hard inside Martin. He presses his forehead against Martin’s damp shoulder, panting heavily as the aftershocks roll through them both.
Martin lets out a long, shaky breath, his muscles turning to jelly under Keonho’s weight. He expects Keonho pulling away, instead, Keonho shifts. He reaches down and carefully pulls off, but before Martin can even register the loss of warmth, something touches his rim. Keonho has grabbed the pink dildo from the bed.
Before Martin can protest, Keonho presses the blunt head against his opening and begins slowly sliding the silicone back inside. The toy acts like a plug, trapping Keonho’s release inside Martin.
"Wait- Keonho, no, it's too much-" Martin gasps, his hands clamping onto Keonho's wrists to stop him.
Keonho kisses Martin’s cheek, then his eyes fix on the way Martin's hole stretches to take the girth all over again. Once the toy is buried deep, keeping everything securely trapped, Keonho leans over him again. He immediately attaches his mouth to Martin's hardened nipple, wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it.
Martin whines. Above him, Keonho sucks and nips at the sensitive nipple, completely unbothered by how much Martin is trembling beneath him.
Down, the pink silicone dildo sits inside his stretched walls. The dual sensation leaves Martin panting on the sheets, his breath hitching every time Keonho tugs at his nipple.
Martin’s mind starts to drift, dazy, he thinks about how things are going to be. Keonho has him. Has has Martin. He really has him as a boyfriend. The initial dates, the awkward talking on the couch, the careful boundary-testing, all of that has officially solidified into this reality.
This is what it means now that the teasing has stopped and the real dynamic has taken over. Keonho can fuck him like this whenever he wants. He has the absolute right to take Martin’s body, to look through half-opened doors, to take over the toys Martin bought in secret, and to make sure his own come stays exactly where he put it inside Martin.
As the blunt head of the dildo presses hard against his prostate with every slight shift of Keonho's weight, Martin lets out a soft, defeated whine. The sheer size of it still feels completely impossible, a mass stretching him to his absolute limits.
He wonders if he will ever get used to the length. He wonders if his body will eventually stop fighting the fullness, or if every sex with Keonho is going to feel like this, an overwhelming, mind-blanking experience that leaves him sobbing into the sheets.
Above him, Keonho shifts his mouth to the column of Martin’s neck, leaving a wet, hot trail of kisses before pulling the dildo off, and sliding his own dick inside Martin.