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you smell just like vanilla, you taste like buttercream
you're filling up my senses with empty calories
i feel like i'm just missing something whenever you leave
you've got all the ingredients except you needing me
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The air conditioning setting was too low to allow K a good night's sleep. He'd been tossing and turning on his bed for a while with cold feet, the thin blankets doing a poor job at keeping the heat in.
And the goddamn shower.
They'd fought a thousand times over that already. Hanbin had explained the youngers how important it was to sleep early and to be mindful of others people's rest time. And K had, too, a little more threateningly, less kind smiles involved.
He got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, rehearsing under his breath the angry speech he was about to give.
K wasn't careful when he pushed the door open, but the sound of water hitting linoleum floors muffled the screeching.
The large bathroom was almost completely fogged up, two out of the four shower stalls had their water turned on to the hottest setting, and a single naked figure was sitting on the metallic bench aligned in front of the cabins.
K had started to walk up to the boy with the intention to ask him what the hell was going on, but got his words choked down when he saw.
The sitting figure was facing away from him, and it was hard to distinguish features accurately through the fog, but the pale skin and the high pitched whine were unmistakably Sunoo, and the little shit had a hand in between his legs.
He really would've given him a piece of his mind (because how fucking dare he keeping him awake just to jerk off in the shower) if he didn't pick up on how weird the motions of his hand looked.
K felt himself twitch in his pants when he realized Sunoo was fingering himself.
All logic told him to walk out of the bathroom right then and there, save both of themselves from embarassment, the awkwardness would show on camera, fans would pick up on it, theorize, probably end up making him the bad guy again.
But logic was no match to Sunoo's long drawn moan, and there just wasn't a force in the universe strong enough to move him from the place he got rooted in after Sunoo pulled one of his legs up into the bench.
Sunoo's fingers were working on the wet slit of a pussy. His pussy.
K sucked in an unintentionally loud gasp, and Sunoo closed his legs in surprise.
He jumped off the bench and ran towards K, probably thinking he'd be trying to run off, eager to spread the word of what he'd seen.
"Hyung," called the younger, not even trying to cover himself.
From up close, K could see in detail the way a pink flush traveled down the pale chest, how sweat and the moisture in the air made locks of soft hair stick to the younger's forehead.
Sunoo felt the older's gaze on him and squirmed a little, shifting on his feet, shy, scared and still a little turned on.
K's dilated pupils stared down hungrily, and in a fraction of a second Sunoo's back was pressed against the cold tiles of a wall.
"H-hyungie, what-" murmured Sunoo, as the elders hands let go of his arms and brushed over an already hardened nipple. Sunoo squirmed again, trying to flinch back, but the wall stopped him. K's strong hands held his small torso tightly as his other thumb joined in playing with Sunoo's chest.
"So this is what you've got going with the rest," K's voice was barely a whisper. Sunoo jerked when K pinched at his nipples, sighing when he tugged. "Is this why they like you so much? Did you let them use you and pass you around?"
Sunoo wanted to say no. He'd be terribly offended if he wasn't that horny, and no seniority would save K from getting his face smacked dumb. He was a virgin, thank you very much, and no one besides his doctor had ever seen him naked. Well, before K.
Whatever dumb answer Sunoo could have tried to mumble got cut off by his hyung's lips on his.
K's fingers got caught in Sunoo's tangled hair, making him yelp. The elder didn't miss on the oportunity and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue inside the other's mouth, devouring all the unexperienced but all the same enthusiastic attempts of Sunoo to keep up.
Sunoo's body was crushed between K's frame and the wall, and he could feel his hyung's hardness against his stomach. He hesitated for a second before reaching to feel the tent in K's pants.
K broke the kiss and placed his hand on top of Sunoo's curious one, pressing down on his own dick.
"See what you do to people, Sunoo-yah?" he started stroking slowly, guiding Sunoo through the motions, bending down even more to reach his dongsaeng's ear. "This is all you, just for you," whispered K.
Sunoo looked at him in the eye as he straightened, and pushed K off him with barely any force. He didn't need much space for what he was about to try anyway.
K raised an inquiring eyebrow at Sunoo when his ministrations stopped, and clumsily shook himself out of his clothes when he saw the younger starting to kneel in front of him.
"Hyung, I want to," he jerked his eyes down to K's dick. "But I've never... Never. How..." his voice sounded like it was going to break, words nervously trailed.
There was a glimmer in the elder's eyes. "I'll guide you, then," he wrapped a hand around his dick and directed it towards the other's mouth. "Start slowly, licking the tip," and of course Sunoo did as he was told, pink tongue delivering a kittenish lick that spread goosebumps all the way to K's neck. "Fuck, that was hot. Ok, when you're comfortable with that, try..." his explaination was interrupted by Sunoo's proactivity.
Encouraged by his hyung's reaction, he tried sucking along the lenght, feeling himself getting wet at the thought of if it would even fit. He replaced K's hand with his own, leftover spit easing the slide, and took the unoccupied hand back in between his legs.
K's hand was shaking when he ran it over the sweaty mess of Sunoo's hair, and he ended up counting up to ten to prevent himself from fucking into the younger's throat as plump lips wrapped around the head of his cock.
Sunoo looked like a dream, knees spread so wide that K could see the way he was lazily playing with himself, the mushy fat of his inner thighs glistening wet.
Never breaking eye contact, the younger grew braver and started to take more and more of K inside of his mouth, jaw slackening, sucking eagerly.
K wanted to mock him, he really did. If he had half a mind, he would have told him he should quit the show and focus on just sucking cock for the rest of his life, because he was a natural, and his mouth felt heavenly.
But Sunoo grabbed K's hips and looked at him through long lashes clumped with tears, and pushed himself as far as he could go, moaning around K's dick when the hand on his head accidentaly tightened.
The vibration sent a shiver up K's spine, his hips jerking a little with the younger's every movement, and he wished he could have him forever like this, tight by the hair and using his throat to nothing else but to squeeze his cock, no sassy words or witty remarks, no sneaky little smirks.
As soon as Sunoo stopped for a breather, he was pulled up to his feet and pushed back, strong hands holding him flush against cold tiles by the hips.
"Was I good, hyungie?" the question sounded a lot like a teasing, but it didn't miss a single note of its usual sweetness, the altered pace of his breathing the only hint of how affected he was as well.
K couldn't take his eyes off the younger's face.
A trail of spit was already drying down his chin, pupils blown wide, reddened cheeks.
He didn't realize Sunoo took his hand off his hip and was directing it somewhere, too caught up in the heart shaped mouth, so K's ragged breath obviously faltered when his fingers hit wet heat.
Sunoo used his free hand to pull him close.
"See what you do to me, hyungie?" he murmured, motioning K's hand with his own to feel him further. "This is all you, and just for you."
The obscene sight of huge fingers lost inside pink folds made him immediately regret looking down.
Sunoo couldn't stop his hips from bucking into K's touch when they dragged over his pulsating clit. He'd never had anyone touch him so intimately before, so he melted under the attention, insides throbbing in excitement and impatience.
K couldn't stop his fingers from pushing in when the little noises Sunoo was letting out turned into a moan.
Of course he's fucking loud.
He didn't waste any time and his hand was quick to dig relentlessly inside the wet cunt, the unforgiving pace morphing Sunoo's face into eyes seamed shut and a scrunched tiny nose.
K could feel the way Sunoo's pussy was clamping onto his fingers, practically sucking them back into him as he got wetter and wetter, slick gushing into his hand and spreading all over.
Eagerness tied K's stomach into knots.
Knowing that every single reaction elicited from Sunoo was new engrossed a possesive vein he didn't even know he had.
A spark of power ignited something unknown when the realization that no one had ever witnessed Sunoo like that before hit.
The pleading eyes when he slowed the pace down to agonizingly slow, the way his knees almost gave up when he sped back up were a treasure for him to take, and he was greedy, the urge to own all he could hoard burnt his core down.
“Fuck," said K, yanking his fingers off once he felt the spasms and clenching of the other's orgasm had started to subside. "Your pussy feels even better when you cum."
Still spaced out by the afterglow of his orgasm, Sunoo pulled him in for another messy kiss, to which K complied, his grip on the narrow hips both possesive and firm to keep him from moving away or down, Sunoo's knees were still too weak to support his full weight.
That didn't prevent him from looking up at his hyung when they parted for air, though, grinning. K's fingers tightened his hold to hide the way his hands shook from holding back the urge to grab the younger by the throat and pin him to the wall.
Sunoo knew the effect he had on other people, every single one of his gestures being the result of countless hours of training.
He was perfectly aware of his faults, but also knew to the same degree he excelled at reading people, blessed with a matching set of quick wits and a smart little mouth that was capable to both sweeten his way out of muddy situations and put everyone in their place with throat-cutting truths.
Sunoo knew exactly what he was doing when he spat in his hand and reached for K's dick without breaking eye contact.
His grin widened when he felt the older twitch in his hold and dig even deeper in the meat of his hips.
"How was I, hyungie?" asked the younger in a mellow voice, sweet like honey, as he thumbed the slit of K's dick. Sunoo laughed meanly at the shallow breath it elicited from the older. "Did you like it?"
"Sunoo," K's voice sounded gutural, raw, and turned into another grunt when Sunoo's fingers closed tightly around the base and started jerking him like that.
"Did hyungie think how good my pussy would feel on his cock?" he tried to apply more pressure but K beat him to the killer move.
A big hand was pinning Sunoo to the wall, enclosed around his neck, as the other reached for his jaw to force his mouth open.
It only took one kiss for the air contained in Sunoo's lungs to deplete completely. He gasped for more, the hand crushing his windpipe barely letting anything in.
"Do you know what's better than your pussy, Sunoo-yah?" Sunoo attempted to pry K's iron grip away from his throat, desperate for air, but it was useless. "You being fucking quiet," he waited until Sunoo's eyes rolled back to loosen his hold for a moment, letting him fill his lungs. K drove one leg in between the younger's knees to spread them, making his stance falter, before closing his airflow one more time. "You like to run that smart little mouth of yours?" the hand that held his face found its way in between Sunoo's legs, and Sunoo's body tensed at the feeling of thick fingers brushing against his pulsating clit. "I like it silent, or stuffed with cock."
Sunoo burned in want and shame, painfully aware of how embarrassingly wet he'd get gotten, lower stomach tightnening in anticipation.
K chuckled darkly. "And it seems your pussy likes it when you shut the fuck up too," his hands moved in sync, letting go of the younger's neck at the same time he probed inside him violently, fingers angled towards the same spot that had Sunoo drooling a few moments ago.
A pitiful sound resulted from the juxtaposition of a scream and his desperate gasps for air.
Any resemblance of clarity had abandoned K's mind a long time ago, raw passion taking over, awakened by Sunoo's teasings.
Sunoo felt like he was going to die of either humiliation or pleasure, levels of shame outgrowing everything he'd ever felt when he clenched involuntarily as soon as he felt K's hand going for his throat once again.
The hand in between his legs got rougher, if possible. Sunoo couldn't ration his air, moans raggedly making his way out through the nearly closed throat. "From now on, you're only allowed to beg," K's voice had a dark edge to it, meaner than it'd ever sounded, and Sunoo wanted nothing more than submit to whatever it'd said.
K yanked his fingers off when he felt Sunoo was getting close, and swiftly bent over to hook his forearm under the bend of Sunoo's knee, spreading the pink, untouched pussy open for only his eyes to see.
The struggle to stand on his tip toes drew a complain out of Sunoo, but K only answered with a grunt before slamming his cock all the way in in one go, making Sunoo cry out in pain.
"Didn't I tell you," said K, meeting the younger's hips briefly before starting to withdraw, slowly. "You were only allowed to beg?"
Sunoo tried to protest because the stretch was too much and it burned, but K angled his first thurst to a place that had him screaming in spite of the pain.
"Hyung, oh my..." Sunoo clung to his arms, head falling back to rest against the wall. K could feel how wet Sunoo was from how easy he slipped in and out of his cunt.
He remembered how Sunoo had tightened around his fingers when he'd lost his temper and choked him earlier, and decided he really wanted to feel Sunoo like that on his cock before he came.
Sunoo's walls tightened instantly in response to the lack of air, and the masochistic little shit moved his hips as much as his position allowed him to, trying to meet K's pounding.
Rage boiled inside K's core, fueling the impulse to mold the younger into the shape of his anger. He looked fragile, and everyone seemed enslaved to the curve of his smile.
K got rougher, and Sunoo it took like he took everything else, from mistreatment, to cold shoulders, to first places.
Sunoo took it like he would have taken anything K wanted to give him two weeks ago, when the name of the talented hyung mellowed everyone's mouths like a holy word, when he still hadn't learned the hard way that some people's acceptance could take longer than success to earn.
K felt Sunoo's pussy clenching and spasming around his dick, and picked up the pace, chasing his own release.
Sunoo came on his cock with a mockery of a cry, the only sound his nearly crushed throat could manage. K tried to let go, but Sunoo held his hands where they were and squeezed, motioning for him to not stop, because when taking was all he could do, he'd made it a weapon, one that was carefully mastered and dangerously weilded.
And that's what tipped him over the edge. He tried to pull out but Sunoo followed the motion with his body, free hand holding his hyung's hips flush to his own, and reached a third orgasm as K fucked him through his own.
The sight of cum and slick wetness that gushed out of Sunoo and clung to his cock implanted itself so deep in his brain he was sure he'd take it with him to his grave, along with the feeling of Sunoo shaking in his arms, eyes screwed shut.
K walked them both to the bench after he tried putting Sunoo down and the younger's legs failed to support him. The younger's arms felt warm and good around his neck, and Sunoo didn't let go of him even as they sat, and falling to the ground wasn't an imminent danger anymore.
"We should turn off the shower," said Sunoo, snuggling closer, stirring something unknown in K's lower stomach.
"Yeah," answered K, eyes glued to the steaming stream of water, hand absently running over Sunoo's tangled hair. "Yes, we should."