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Wooyoung collapsed onto the bed next to him, the two breathing heavily as they came down from their highs.
For a moment, they were silent, just sharing the air, before Yeosang began to feel uncomfortable as the remnants of their activities began drying on his stomach.
“Woo,” he groaned, nudging the other boy. But before he could say anything else, Wooyoung wrapped an arm around him and pulled him on top of his chest.
“Shhh.”
“Woo, that’s gross,” complained Yeosang. “I want to go shower.” He tried to pull himself out of the other’s grip, but his arms felt weak as he hadn’t fully regained mobility.
“You sure you can move after that?” teased Wooyoung, earning a slap on his chest from the other boy.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Defiantly, Yeosang finally pushed himself out of the other’s arms and sat up, moving to get out of bed. However, much to his dismay, his legs buckled as soon as he stood and he fell into Wooyoung’s waiting arms.
“Told you,” said Wooyoung, smirking. Yeosang rolled his eyes, but stayed still as Wooyoung got out of the bed and turned to lift Yeosang bridal style. “Let me draw you a bath, you big baby.”
Yeosang stuck out his tongue at the other but didn’t argue.
This was a routine by now. Whenever Wooyoung was single and needed to let off some steam he sought out Yeosang. They’d been best friends since high school, and were now well into their third year of university.
They were always close. Close enough that Yeosang had known of Wooyoung’s preferences since they were seventeen. Yeosang wasn’t as big of a sharer, but Wooyoung had figured him out pretty easily. So one day during their first year, when Yeosang was overly stressed from exams, Wooyoung had suggested they let off a little steam together.
Yeosang, being hopelessly in love with Wooyoung, immediately agreed. And it was simultaneously the best and worst decision he’d ever made.
On the one hand, he got to lose his virginity to the boy he loved. And the sex was absolutely incredible. They fit together like two puzzle pieces, their preferences perfectly aligning. He got to be held and kissed and could pretend for just a moment that he was Wooyoung’s and Wooyoung was his. But that was also the worst part. Wooyoung wasn’t his. Wooyoung liked to date around, and Yeosang only got to have him when he didn’t have a partner. When he did have a partner, Yeosang had to sit there and watch. And sometimes hear. Hear Wooyoung make some other boy or girl moan. However, it also gave Yeosang a sense of superiority. None of his partners had ever made Wooyoung as loud as he was with Yeosang. Most of the time, they tended to not be partial to his preferences.
See, Wooyoung loved to dominate in the bedroom. And not just in the sense of being the one in charge. He and Yeosang created intricate scenes, which sometimes bled outside the bedroom and lasted the whole day. Wooyoung loved it when Yeosang was a bit of a brat, not only because he loved to punish but also because he loved to take care of him after.
Like today. Yeosang had taken a bit of a harsh punishment, but it was his own fault. Yeosang was rarely the one to initiate their activities, always nervous about whether Wooyoung had suddenly gotten a new lover and not wanting to embarrass himself by being rejected. But today he had been determined, and Wooyoung hadn’t picked up on any of his signals. Instead, Wooyoung was ignoring him for a video game. So Yeosang had gone to his room, put on a black lace lingerie gown, and proceeded finger himself, being as loud as possible so Wooyoung could hear him.
Upside: Wooyoung had fucked the life out of him. Downside: his punishment for being a slut had been so harsh he could no longer walk.
Wooyoung gently lowered him into the warm bath, Yeosang wincing at the sting.
“Sorry, was I too harsh?” he asked, running a gentle hand through Yeosang’s sweaty hair.
“Mm, no. I asked for it,” mumbled Yeosang in return, eyes fluttering closed.
This was the hardest. The time when Wooyoung would take care of him after. Yeosang could disconnect the sex from his feelings, but when Wooyoung cared for him it was hard to not hope that Wooyoung loved him too. That it was more than just fun or letting off steam for him.
But Wooyoung always managed to shatter his hopes.
“I got asked on a date today,” he said casually, using a cup to wet Yeosang’s hair so he could shampoo it. “That girl from my jazz class, Mina.”
Yeosang could swear that if anyone was listening, they would hear his heart rip at the seams. He swallowed thickly, hoping Wooyoung didn’t notice.
“What did you say?” he asked quietly.
“She’s pretty but… I don’t think I’m her type,” he responded.
One stitch on the journey to put Yeosang’s heart back together.
“Did she cry?”
“I didn’t say I said no, dummy,” Wooyoung teased, flicking some water into Yeosang’s face before he moved to rinse out the conditioner he’d used.
The stitch loosened.
“You just said you don’t think it will work out.”
“That’s no reason not to try. Who knows, maybe she’s my soulmate!”
And the stitch ripped back open.
What if I want to be your soulmate.
“I suppose you never know,” he mumbled quietly.
“Exactly! Now lean forward so I can clean your ass.”
Yeosang obediently leaned his body forward, lifting himself far enough off of the tub for Wooyoung to reach down with a cloth and gently clean him, Yeosang wincing at the contact with his oversensitive hole.
“I guess you won’t be needing me for a while then,” said Yeosang, trying not to sound as small as he felt.
“Don’t be silly, Yeosangie, I always need you!” he said cheerfully. However, when he guided Yeosang back to a sitting position the air shifted, and he leaned forward to whisper in his ear, fisting a hand in Yeosang’s freshly washed hair. “After all, your hole was made to take my dick. At this point, it’s probably perfectly molded to the shape of it.”
Yeosang let out a moan, feeling his spent dick twitch as Wooyoung released his hold.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Wooyoung said, switching back into his normal, sunny persona.
He helped Yeosang stand up on shaky legs, wrapping him in a fluffy towel before carrying him to Wooyoung’s bedroom (Yeosang’s sheets were destroyed), where he proceeded to pat him dry and dress him in fluffy pajamas.
“I’m gonna go shower now, you get some sleep,” said Wooyoung, tucking him under the blanket and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Yeosang only nodded, waiting for the click of the door before he let his tears fall.
Wooyoung was right. Yeosang was made for him, he would never be able to have anyone else.
But Wooyoung wasn’t made for Yeosang.
He made sure his tears had dried by the time he felt the other slide into bed next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling his back flush against his chest.
~*~
Whenever Wooyoung got a new lover, Yeosang found himself spending a lot of time at their friends’ apartment.
Yunho, San, and Mingi were their closest friends in school, and the three shared an apartment together not far from Yeosang and Wooyoung. They were loud and rowdy, and their apartment looked like the definition of a man cave, but Yeosang still felt at ease there.
They’d met when Wooyoung became close friends with San, who was dating Mingi. Yunho came as a package deal with Mingi, as they had been best friends since early childhood.
Yeosang wasn’t sure why, but he felt especially comfortable with Yunho. Even though the other was easily loud and energetic, he was also soft and gentle. Like a big golden retriever. He knew how to be quiet when Yeosang needed him to be.
Right now, however, he was loudly complaining as the four of them sat in the living room.
“I’ve walked in on you guys on the couch twice this week! It’s disgusting!” he said. San stuck out his tongue from his perch on Mingi’s lap.
“Maybe you should learn to knock,” he said.
“It’s my house too! I shouldn’t need to knock to walk in the front door!”
San simply shrugged. “It’s been two years, you should know better by now.”
Yunho let out a loud sigh, throwing his head back onto the couch and bringing his fingers to his temples.
“I need to move out,” he groaned.
“And where are you going to go? Wooyoung and Yeosang are even worse than us!”
“Hey!” protested Yeosang.
“I’ll move in with Jongho!”
“He’s even more anal than Seonghwa hyung! He’ll have you getting up at 5am every morning to go running. Is that really what you want?”
Yunho seemed to have no argument to that, silent for a moment before he let out a loud groan and slid down the couch until he was on the floor.
“Yeosang,” he said, looking up at the blonde. “Please be my saving grace. Move in with me.”
“As if Yeosang could ever leave Woo-“
“Maybe I should,” mumbled Yeosang. The room immediately fell silent and Yeosang flinched as they all looked to him in shock. He hadn’t meant to say it, it just kind of slipped out. He dropped his gaze, picking at a thread on his pants as he bit his lip to hold his tears back.
“Yeosang?” came Yunho’s gentle voice. He laid a hand on his knee, bringing his face into Yeosang’s line of sight. “Is everything okay?”
Yeosang took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Wooyoung has a new girlfriend,” he whispered. He didn’t need to look up to know San and Mingi were giving him the same awkward, pitying look that he could see on Yunho’s face. He brought a hand to his mouth, moving to bite his nails out of nerves.
But before he could even begin Yunho’s large hand reached up to pull it away, and before he knew it the other had moved back to the couch and pulled Yeosang against him.
That was all it took for the dam to break. He let out a sob, immediately moving to clutch his friend’s shirt and bury his face in his chest. He felt movement behind him before San latched onto his back, and felt Mingi’s large hand running through his hair.
“Shhh, Sangie, don’t cry,” he heard San console gently.
But he couldn’t stop. All the tears he’d been holding in for the past few weeks as Wooyoung told him all about his new girlfriend Mina were pouring out without a barrier. All of his pain, all of his sorrow. Pieces of his heart that he felt would never get repaired. He cried and cried, feeling like he would never stop.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, his sobs had calmed down to silent tears and little hiccups.
“I’ll get some water,” he vaguely heard Mingi’s deep voice before one of the bodies pressed against him moved away.
“Sannie, will you go help Mingi?” he heard Yunho ask. The body behind him shifted, with no response for what felt like an eternity before the pressure lifted and Yeosang shivered at the sudden cold.
There was a silent moment of Yunho gently rubbing his back.
“Sangie,” Yunho said softly. Yeosang didn’t respond. “I think you should stop saying yes to him.”
Yeosang flinched. “I can’t,” he croaked, throat dry from dehydration.
“This isn’t good for you, Yeosang. He’s using you.”
“This is the only way I can have him.”
“But it’s hurting you, Yeosang. I can’t watch it anymore. Is it worth having him if it makes you feel like this?”
Ever since they had met, Yunho had been there through it all. All of Yeosang’s breakdowns. Sometimes they happened when Wooyoung got a new lover. Sometimes the morning after Yeosang and Wooyoung would have a session. Whenever the pain and the longing overwhelmed him, Yunho was there to pick up the pieces.
If Wooyoung was using Yeosang, then Yeosang was using Yunho.
“It’s worth it,” he responded, but he didn’t even know if he was sure about that anymore.
“I don’t believe you. If it was worth it, you wouldn’t have said that earlier.”
“I wasn’t thinking straight before, I was just upset because he has a new girlfriend. I’ll be fine once they break up and things go back to normal.”
“That’s not healthy Yeosang. What if they don’t break up? Or what if they do, what happens when he finds someone else? Maybe it’s time to confess to him how you’re feeling.”
“I can’t do that, Yunho. Then everything will be over,” Yeosang said, pushing himself up off of Yunho’s chest. “I won’t even have him as a friend if I do that.”
“Yeosang, you could never lose Wooyoung as a friend, you know that.”
“No, I don’t. If I confess it will just make everything awkward and hard for him.”
“Have you thought about moving on? Dating someone else?” asked Yunho softly, a strange, strained expression on his face.
“No one else would want me, Yunho. You know what I’m like,” replied Yeosang.
“Anyone would be a fool to not want you,” Yunho murmured, an almost insecure expression on his face. Before Yeosang had time to wonder what it meant, San and Mingi came back in the room carrying water and snacks.
Yunho quickly looked away from him, gently pushing Yeosang off his lap and giving him a glass of water, practically shoving the liquid down his throat.
Yeosang continued to watch him, but the strange expression didn’t make a reappearance and he only sent bright smiles in his direction the rest of the night.
~*~
Yeosang had arrived home the next morning to an empty apartment, trying to ignore the pangs in his chest as he made his way to his classes.
~*~
That evening, he was still in the apartment alone, watching netflix while wrapped in a burrito blanket in the dark as it was nearing 10pm.
He was beginning to think Wooyoung wasn’t coming home that night when suddenly he heard the telltale beep of the door code and the door was practically wrenched open. Wooyoung’s shoes thudded as they were violently thrown off his feet and Yeosang barely had the time to sit up before the other had made his way across the room, yanking the blanket off of Yeosang and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
Yeosang gasped as Wooyoung’s hands found their way under his shirt, and Wooyoung didn’t hesitate to use the opportunity to shove his tongue between his parted lips. Yeosang groaned as Wooyoung fumbled to remove the blanket between them, knocking Yeosang’s phone off the couch in the process.
Finally, Yeosang came to his senses, pulling back only for Wooyoung to latch onto his neck.
“W-wooyoung,” he managed to get out, pushing gently against the other’s shoulders and trying tot to shiver as the other sucked a hickey under his jaw. “Wooyoung,” he said again, pushing more firmly.
Finally, the other moved off of him, staring down at him with a hard, hungry look.
“What happened?” he asked, trying to catch his breath. A flash of hurt appeared in Wooyoung’s eyes.
“She broke up with me,” he said.
“Something else happened,” Yeosang prodded gently. Wooyoung was never this aggressive after a break up. Wooyoung averted his eyes. “Tell me,” said Yeosang gently, brushing a thumb along Wooyoung’s prominent cheekbone.
“She called me disgusting,” he said, eyes hardening again as he stared behind Yeosang’s head. “We had sex a couple times, so I thought this time I should bring up my preferences and see if she would be open to them. She wasn’t. She called me disgusting and perverted and threw me out.”
Yeosang leaned up to gently place a kiss on his cheek. “You’re not disgusting,” he said softly.
“Was it too soon? Should I have waited to ask? I just don’t see the point in dating someone for months if it was never going to work out anyways. But she didn’t have to go th-“
“Don’t interrupt me,” interrupted Yeosang. Wooyoung quickly shut his mouth. “You’re not disgusting. Even if she wasn’t open to the idea, she shouldn’t have said that. Anyone who calls you disgusting is out of their mind. You’re beautiful, Wooyoung. Your sexual preferences don’t make you any less of a person. If you’re disgusting, then so am I.”
Wooyoung looked down at him in shock, eyes sparkling.
“If anyone ever called you disgusting I would punch them in the face,” he said. Yeosang giggled.
“Then why would you think of yourself any differently? You know I would do the same for you. Where is that bitch, I’ll break her nose.”
Wooyoung laughed. “You’d probably break her whole face if you punched her, you’re way too strong,” he said. Yeosang smiled up at him.
“She needs plastic surgery anyways,” he said. Wooyoung let out another laugh, and dropped his head into Yeosang’s shoulder, still holding his weight above him.
“What would I do without you?” he mumbled.
“Probably die,” said Yeosang, before he yelped as Wooyoung pinched his side.
“Don’t be a brat,” he said, lifting his face to give Yeosang a stern look.
“What are you gonna do about it?” Yeosang teased back, raising an eyebrow.
Wooyoung smirked, before leaning down until his lips were against Yeosang’s ear.
“I’ll have to show you just how disgusting I can be,” he purred.
“Then do it,” replied Yeosang, trying not to sound as breathless as he felt.
That was all it took. Wooyoung nipped at Yeosang’s earlobe with sharp teeth before quickly recapturing his lips, burying a hand in his hair and tugging so that Yeosang opened his mouth wide.
He plunged his tongue inside, and Yeosang could only lay back helplessly as Wooyoung took control of the kiss. Wooyoung shifted his body, knocking Yeosang’s legs apart so he could settle between them.
All Yeosang could do was cling to his shoulders, trying desperately to keep up as Wooyoung rutted his hips down against him. His cock was quick to respond, not having been touched since the last time they did anything.
Finally, Wooyoung broke the kiss and leaned back onto his heels, running his hands down Yeosang’s clothed chest.
“You’re already this excited, baby? All we’ve done is kiss. Have you not even touched yourself since last time?”
Yeosang quickly shook his head, the tears prickling in his eyes as he slowly dropped toward his headspace. He tried to press his thighs together, but was blocked by Wooyoung’s body.
“What a good boy, keeping yourself all for me,” Wooyoung purred. “I think that deserves a reward.”
Yeosang took a shuddering breath, before letting out a broken and desperate whine as he felt Wooyoung get up from the couch.
“Shhh, baby, I’m not leaving you. Go to my bedroom and strip, then wait on the bed for me like a good boy,” said Wooyoung, petting his cheek. Yeosang quickly nodded before getting up on shaky legs and making his way toward Wooyoung’s room.
Once inside, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, folding them in a neat pile before he got up onto the bed, sitting with his legs folded neatly beneath him, hands on his knees, facing the door.
He heard some distant clangs, sounding as if Wooyoung was moving around in the kitchen. Yeosang was curious, but he forced himself to not even twitch, wanting to be good.
Finally, Wooyoung entered the room with two bowls, pausing in the doorway at Yeosang’s position before humming approvingly and placing the bowls on the nightstand. Yeosang tried to side-eye what was inside, but couldn’t see it from his current angle and didn’t dare move his head.
Wooyoung turned away from him, rummaging through the closet for a moment before turning back around with two pieces of cloth in his hand. He walked up to the edge of the bed.
“Hands,” he said. Yeosang held out his hands obediently, wrists pressed together. With a strip of silky black cloth, Wooyoung tied his wrists together. It was slack enough that it didn’t hurt, but tight enough that he couldn’t move them. Next he held up a piece of black lace. Yeosang’s eyes widened and he glanced up at Wooyoung. It had been a while since they played with sensory depravation. He moved his gaze back to the lace, licking his lips and trying not to squirm in excitement.
“What are your colors?” he asked, holding the piece out but unmoving.
“Green is go, yellow is slow down, red is stop,” responded Yeosang, voice a little breathless.
“And in an absolute emergency? What’s the safe word?”
“Utopia.”
“Good boy. Can I put this on you?”
Yeosang nodded a little too eagerly, his blonde hair falling into his eyes from the force. Wooyoung was quick to brush it back before he slid the piece of cloth over Yeosang’s eyes.
While lace didn’t completely block out light, it was tight enough over his eyes that he could only make out shapeless shadows, and it was much more comfortable to close his eyes.
“Pretty,” said Wooyoung, leaning back to admire his work. Yeosang felt a blush rise to his face. He felt Wooyoung’s presence move away from him and once again had to keep from squirming as he wondered where he went.
“Open,” came Wooyoung’s command, Yeosang finally feeling his presence move back to the vicinity. Yeosang immediately dropped his jaw.
Expecting Wooyoung’s fingers or something similar, Yeosang flinched in surprise when he was met with the cold taste of whipped cream and he bit down reflexively, filling his mouth with the tart but sweet taste of strawberry. He quickly chewed and swallowed, licking his lips and opening his mouth for more.
He heard Wooyoung chuckle.
“Excited, baby?” he asked. Yeosang nodded. “I know you love sweets, and I thought you deserved a little treat today.”
Without warning, the strawberry was pressed inside his mouth again and Yeosang took another bite, feeling whipped cream linger on the edge of his mouth. Before he could clean it himself, though, he felt Wooyoung’s tongue against his lips, licking off the excess cream.
Yeosang swallowed.
“More,” he said, opening his mouth wide. He felt Wooyoung move away to get another strawberry, but didn’t dare even twitch.
Soon enough, another strawberry was shoved into his mouth, a little farther and deeper than last time.
“Don’t bite, just lick,” came Wooyoung’s command. Obediently, Yeosang ran his tongue in circles around the tip of the strawberry, slurping as saliva gathered in his mouth at the sweet taste.
Wooyoung pulled the strawberry away before he could bite it, coating it in more whipped cream before shoving it back in his mouth.
“Bite.”
Yeosang crunched down on the strawberry obediently.
They repeated this process for what felt like ages, Wooyoung feeding him strawberries as he felt himself growing more and more impatient.
“Woo,” he whined, fidgeting in his seat.
“Shh, baby, we’re almost done. Can’t you eat them all? For me?”
Yeosang only let out a small noise, not quite a whine, before he opened his mouth again.
One, two, three more strawberries. Just as Yeosang was about to protest again, Wooyoung shoved three cream coated fingers straight to the back of his throat without warning, causing Yeosang to choke.
“Lick,” commanded Wooyoung, not even giving him time to breathe. Yeosang quickly ran his tongue down his knuckles, shoving it in between the fingers as well to get them thoroughly coated in saliva as he made sure not to leave a single drop of cream. When Wooyoung finally pulled them out, he felt a string of spit follow them before breaking and dripping onto his chin.
Wooyoung’s presence moved away again, but before Yeosang could question him he felt himself pushed back so harshly he bounced off the bed as he expelled air with a small “oof”. The bed dipped as Wooyoung leaned between his legs, and the other boy grabbed his bound wrists, pulling them up to secure them to a shelf that hung above the bed, leaving Yeosang in a half suspended state.
He scrambled to right himself into a sitting position, legs spread.
There was silence, nothing but Yeosang breathing loudly in anticipation.
Cold fingers brushed his hard cock, causing him to gasp and flinch in surprise.
“So hard for me already?” came Wooyoung’s voice. There was a lick against his chest, right between his pecs. “I love your little cock. Ready and waiting for me. How many times do you think I can make you cum tonight?”
Yeosang whined. He knew his cock was by no means little, but when Wooyoung called it small the submissive side of him positively preened.
“P-please,” he stuttered.
“Please what?”
Yeosang gently opened his eyes beneath the lace, trying to spot Wooyoung’s shadow in front of him.
“T-touch me.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” said Wooyoung, and Yeosang could practically hear the smirk in his voice. The smirk that said he was in for a lot more than he’d originally thought.
Wooyoung’s presence disappeared, and Yeosang immediately shivered as the cold air brushed his skin. He heard Wooyoung rummaging around, and that meant only one thing.
He was getting toys.
Yeosang gulped.
As the bed dipped again Yeosang tried not to fidget, instead bringing his knees up closer to his chest and spreading his legs farther.
“Oh baby, are you trying to present yourself to me? You look so pretty like this, I can see everything.”
Yeosang whined as he felt the blush travel down his chest. No matter how often they did things like this, Yeosang couldn’t help but be embarrassed.
He felt the mattress dip and the telltale clank of toys hitting each other as they were thrown onto the bed next to him. Then, there was only a moment of silence and shifting weight as Yeosang breathed heavily. Just when he was about to break and ask what Wooyoung was doing, and cold, wet finger brushed his chest, leaving a trail of something airy and damp across his right pec, coating his nipple.
Yeosang gasped, but before he could react further the finger was followed by Wooyoung’s sharp tongue.
Yeosang let out a loud moan as Wooyoung’s tongue paused to swirl around his perked nipple before he sucked hard.
“W-woo,” gasped Yeosang. Wooyoung pulled away, over-exaggeratedly smacking his lips.
“Sweet,” he purred. “I can understand why you like the cream so much.”
“Young-ah, please.”
“Shhh, Sangie, my sweet boy. You’ll get what you want. This is a present after all. You’re so good to me, tonight you’re going to cum so hard you won’t think of anything else for a week.”
Yeosang let out a loud, guttural moan as Wooyoung’s tongue flicked against his hard, aching cock, knowing that his statement was true.
Wooyoung’s flexible tongue circled the head of his dick, already wet with precum as it practically pulsated with need. And when Wooyoung pulled away, Yeosang let out an almost primal high-pitched needy whine.
“Shhhh, baby. I’m here.”
There was a quiet snap as a switch was flipped before the soft sounds of a vibrator filled the room.
Yeosang sucked in a breath in anticipation. Wooyoung hadn’t prepped him at all. He was sure he could still take most of their vibrators, but it would be slightly painful. Not that he was against pain, but today wasn’t supposed to be a punishment.
He took a deep breath, trying to relax to prepare to take the toy. He almost jumped out of his skin when the vibrations instead came into contact with his highly sensitive dick, and he immediately let out a loud squeal, squirming in place as he yanked at his restraints.
Wooyoung’s strong hand grabbed one side of his waist, holding down his hips.
“Don’t run away, baby, don’t you want to feel good?” he asked sweetly. However, Yeosang couldn’t help but feel as if his voice was laced with something distinctly not sweet.
Yeosang tried his best to stop squirming, but as Wooyoung dragged the vibrator down his length his whole body jolted, the pleasure rising at a rapid pace and coiling in the lower part of his belly, straining like a rubber band about to break.
When Wooyoung leaned forward to take a pointed nipple into his mouth it was almost too much. Yeosang arched his back, straining against the cloth holding his hands together as his shoulder popped. The pleasure mounted greater and greater, ready to snap until…
All at once, Wooyoung pulled away.
Yeosang let out a loud, broken whine as all warmth left the vicinity. Tears gathered in his eyes from the discomfort of being denied release.
“W-woo,” he whined, trying not to sniffle.
A hand ran through his hair, pushing it off his forehead comfortingly.
“Shhh, don’t cry. You’re doing so well,” Wooyoung praised.
Yeosang shifted his head, trying to nuzzle into Wooyoung’s hand.
After a quiet moment of soothing him, Yeosang felt a hand against his upper thigh, inching closer to his throbbing arousal.
His dick twitched in interest, but Wooyoung’s hand instead dipped lower.
Yeosang felt his hole flutter in anticipation as a dry finger circled the edges.
“So excited for me already, baby? Gonna have to prep you real nice this time, since it’s been so long. You’re probably so tight it will be like you’ve never taken a dick before.”
Yeosang moaned as Wooyoung pushed the pad of his dry finger directly against his opening, just light enough to not breach the ring of muscle.
Wooyoung pulled away again, but before Yeosang could whine he heard the familiar noise of a cap popping open, and sure enough a few moments later a cold, wet finger was circling his entrance.
However, all it did was circle. Yeosang fidgeted, trying to move his hips down so the finger would slip inside.
“Wooyoung,” he said, trying to sound exasperated but probably just coming off as desperate.
Suddenly, the finger pulled away.
“Uh uh uh, what do you call me?” Wooyoung asked patronizingly.
Finally, thought Yeosang. The night was about to get good.
“Master, please,” begged Yeosang.
“As you wish,” Wooyoung replied, before promptly shoving his entire finger into Yeosang’s hole, not wasting any time.
Yeosang gasped at the intrusion, wiggling a little in discomfort at the strange feeling. It wasn’t that it was a new feeling, it was just something he could never quite get used to. But he didn’t hate it, knowing the pleasure that was on its way.
Wooyoung wasted no time as he began to pump the finger in and out slowly, and Yeosang was so lost in the feeling that he didn’t even hear Wooyoung turn the vibrator back on before it was pressed against his dick.
Yeosang gasped, and Wooyoung immediately took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside Yeosang’s waiting mouth.
Yeosang was being attacked on all sides. A second finger was added to his ass without preamble, and Wooyoung continued to thrust his tongue inside his mouth as the vibrator travelled across his aching length. Tears were running down his cheeks, soaking the lace covering his eyes and causing it to become slightly itchy.
Yeosang tried to mumble around Wooyoung’s tongue, and luckily the other caught on quickly.
“What is it baby?” he asked, pulling away. Yeosang was pleased to note that Wooyoung’s breaths were slightly heavy.
“Off,” he whined.
“What do you want off, pumpkin?” he prompted gently, slowly bringing all his movements to a halt.
“Eyes. Itchy.”
Wooyoung let out a small chuckle, before the vibrator was pulled away and a hand quickly removed the lace blindfold.
Yeosang blinked harshly at the sudden bright light, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he focused on the figure of Wooyoung in front of him.
The other was shirtless, his golden skin glimmering through Yeosang’s tears. His forehead was slightly sweaty, the lowest layers of his hair beginning to stick to his forehead as he looked at Yeosang gently.
“Better?”
Yeosang nodded, wiggling in place to indicate that he was ready to start again. Wooyoung chuckled before leaning in to reconnect their lips, slowly starting the movements of his fingers again as he added a third.
Yeosang hissed at the stretch, but barely had time to focus on it before Wooyoung’s hand wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t resist as his hips automatically bucked up into the tight grasp.
To his surprise, Wooyoung didn’t say anything, instead breaking their kiss to mouth down his jaw and neck as Yeosang released loud, broken moans.
Wooyoung’s hands began to move faster and faster, Yeosang unsure whether to grind down on Wooyoung’s fingers or up into his hand as the heat coiled tighter and tighter in his gut. His moans grew louder and higher in pitch as he came closer and closer to the edge, almost ready to snap when…
Everything was pulled away again, and before he knew it something was clamped around his aching dick, cutting off his release.
Yeosang held back a scream, snapping his gaze down to his own body.
A cock ring.
He let out his loudest whine yet as tears poured down his cheeks.
Wooyoung quickly shushed him, bringing a thumb up to wipe his tears away.
“Shhh, what’s your color sweetheart?”
“G-green,” he hiccuped.
“Are you sure?”
Yeosang gave a trembling nod.
“Use your words, kitten.”
“I’m sure, m-master.”
“Good boy,” replied Wooyoung, giving him gentle pat on the head.
His pat morphed into him running his fingers through Yeosang’s sweaty hair, and Yeosang let his eyes flutter shut as he hummed, body slowly relaxing.
As the tension finally dribbled out and Yeosang felt himself drifting, a finger prodded at his hole again. He let out a soft whine.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, pet, don’t worry,” Wooyoung whispered.
Through his closed eyes, Yeosang sensed Wooyoung moved down his body. Before his brain could catch up, a warm, wet muscle prodded at his hole before Wooyoung proceeded to shove his entire tongue inside without any more forewarning.
Yeosang practically screamed, arms straining against his restraints as he arched his back off the bed, oversensitive and immediately on the edge but unable to find his release due to the ring squeezing his dick.
Wooyoung’s tongue plunged into his waiting hole without stopping, the other exaggerating his noses as he knew Yeosang would have squeezed his eyes shut.
The oversensitivity made Yeosang long to squeeze his thighs shut, but he was blocked by Wooyoung’s head, the other’s soft hair tickling the insides of his thighs.
A soft rattling came from the shelf as Yeosang thrashed from the oversensitivity, and he knew he would have bruises on his wrists despite the soft cloth.
Finally, Wooyoung calmed in his onslaught, pulling away. Yeosang chanced a glance at the other, peeling open his eyelids only to find the other staring at him, his chin covered in a mix of lube and spit.
Yeosang let out a broken moan.
“Do you want to try something new tonight, kitten?” asked Wooyoung, a smirk rising on his face.
Yeosang looked back at him with what he hoped was a questioning expression, unable to speak through his pants.
Instead of speaking, Wooyoung ran his hands down Yeosang’s naked chest and leaned forward to give him a deep kiss, quickly breaking it to nip at his ear.
For a moment, there was nothing other than Wooyoung’s hot breath on his ears.
“Do you think your tight little hole can take both me and the vibrator?” he purred.
Yeosang let out a loud moan as his hole clenched around air, imagining the stretch. He began frantically nodding as Wooyoung let out a small chuckle and pulled back, reaching for the vibrator next to him and immediately clicking it on to the lowest setting.
“I already stretched you nice and wide with my fingers, let’s see how loose you are,” he said with a grin, wasting no time in shoving the vibrator straight into Yeosang’s waiting hole.
He arched his back as stars burst in his vision, the vibrator having driven straight into his sensitive prostate.
He choked on a whine, and realized his tears must have begun to fall again as Wooyoung leaned forward to lick them off his face. Gently, Wooyoung began to work the vibrator in and out of his body.
“God, baby, you’re taking it so well,” he groaned, watching as Yeosang’s hole swallowed the toy over and over.
Yeosang’s shoulders ached from the constant tension and he was sure he’d have a headache later from the amount of tears he’d shed, but at the same time his body was on fire. His times with Wooyoung were never disappointing, but there was something about today. Something that felt different.
Before long, Yeosang felt a lube coated finger poking at his entrance next to the vibrator, and he sucked in a breath in anticipation.
“Relax, baby,” said Wooyoung, reaching his other hand up to gently run it across Yeosang’s stomach. “I promise it won’t hurt.”
“‘M not worried,” Yeosang mumbled between breaths. He was never worried when it came to Wooyoung, only excited.
He felt his body relax under Wooyoung’s gentle fingertips, and before he knew it the other’s finger had breached his hole, Yeosang feeling a slight burn at the stretch.
“Fuck,” groaned Wooyoung. “So tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Yeosang gave a small moan, eyes shutting as he focused on relaxing his body. Once he started responding to Wooyoung’s movements, grinding his hips down, he added a second finger.
Yeosang hissed at the feeling. He was being stretched further than he’d ever been before, but rather than being afraid of the pain it only filled him with even more arousal.
A third finger was added, and Wooyoung began to gently scissor them to stretch him even further. Finally, the other leaned back and unbuttoned his pants.
Pulling his fingers out for just a moment, Yeosang fought back the urge to whine at the emptiness as the vibrator simultaneously pressed against his prostate.
Yeosang took deep breaths as he felt violently on edge throughout his entire body, the tight ring around his dick preventing him from reaching his high.
When Wooyoung finally relieved himself off his clothing, Yeosang gulped as he took in the sight before him. When faced with the reality of the situation, he wasn’t sure how everything was going to… fit.
“Mm, master,” he whispered.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?”
“Are you sure it will fit?” he asked, tensing as a strong vibration brushed against his prostate when Wooyoung nudged the toy still lodged inside him.
“Don’t worry, baby, I know you can do it. You’re so good for me, it’s going to be unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.”
Yeosang still felt a bit skeptical but nodded, trusting Wooyoung.
“Sit up a little, it will be easier this way,” instructed Wooyoung, helping him maneuver his body back into a sitting position after all his thrashing around. The new position also relieved some of the tension on his arms.
“Are you ready?” Wooyoung asked, moving closer. Yeosang quickly nodded, licking his lips in excitement. “Lift your hips.”
With Wooyoung’s guidance, Yeosang was able to lift his body onto his heels, creating a space between his waiting hole and the bed.
At this point Yeosang barely felt the vibrator as it had been placed on the lowest setting, but as Wooyoung began to slowly pull it out he felt an uncomfortable and overwhelming emptiness. His thighs tensed as he let out a soft whine.
“Shh, it’s okay baby, you’ll be full in no time.”
He pulled until only the tip remained inside, then guided Yeosang up even further so the other was crouching on his knees. Then he scooted closer and lined his own red, pulsing cock next to the toy just beneath Yeosang’s hole and slowly guided the other down.
The initial breach was uncomfortable, an awkward and fumbling attempt to get both Wooyoung and the toy inside.
And then, Yeosang practically blacked out. The stretch was intense, a burning pain spreading through his lower area. But it burned so good, and the groans and moans spilling from Wooyoung would have been enough to make him come in the spot.
Wooyoung moved for what felt like ages, the drag of his dick and the vibrating toy along Yeosang’s walls igniting every nerve in his body.
Until, finally, Yeosang’s ass met Wooyoung’s hips.
For a moment the two just sat in silence, beating each other’s air.
Yeosang felt as though he was going to split open, but amid the pain was a comfort from feeling full to the brim. The vibrating toy inside him gave no break even as Wooyoung sat still.
Yeosang could see the restraint in his face as the vibrator brushed against Wooyoung’s own hypersensitive cock, and he felt a warmth at the knowledge that he wasn’t alone in his need. But something wasn’t quite right. In fact, something felt very, very wrong.
He shifted a little, trying to let the other know.
“W-woo,” he croaked.
“What is it, baby? Color?” Wooyoung asked, immediately concerned.
“Yellow.”
“What’s wrong?”
“H-hands,” he said. It hadn’t hit him until had Wooyoung asked. Without wasting a moment, the other reached up and pulled the soft cloth free, Quickly grabbing Yeosang’s hands to guide them down slowly.
His shoulders ached at the movement, red marks on his wrist despite the soft restraints that Wooyoung had used.
On any other day, Yeosang would never have gotten away with being so demanding. But somehow he knew that this time he wouldn’t be punished, now or later.
“Shhh,” consoled Wooyoung, gently rubbing his wrists and leaning forward, kissing his cheeks. It was only then Yeosang realized he had been crying again. “Is that better?”
Yeosang gave him a soft nod, and Wooyoung was quick to guide Yeosang’s hands over his shoulders, shifting their position so Yeosang was sitting on his lap. He gasped as everything inside him seemed to reach even deeper.
“Y-you can move,” he said breathlessly.
After a long, studying look at his face, Wooyoung seemed to agree. Gently, he lifted Yeosang by the hips before guiding him back down.
It was… strange. The stretch burned so good, and the constant vibration of the toy only added to his pleasure, but something just felt wrong to him. He wanted to like it, and some of the feeling was good but… the discomfort slightly outweighed the pleasure, and he couldn’t put his finger on exactly why it was uncomfortable. He bit his lip, telling himself that it would get better.
Wooyoung began to increase the pace of his movements as Yeosang stretched further and the slide became easier, Yeosang practically becoming putty in his arms as he was guided up and down. He tried to empty his mind of thoughts and focus on waiting for the weird feeling to go away so he could be overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Fuck,” groaned Wooyoung, lost in his own pleasure.
But while Wooyoung’s pleasure was growing, Yeosang was only growing more uncomfortable. The movements of Wooyoung and the toy inside him were uneven, the toy slamming into him at odd angles as it was uncontrolled. After a particularly hard thrust from Wooyoung, Yeosang let out an involuntary whimper.
Wooyoung halted all his movements. Yeosang immediately snatched his hands away and covered his teary eyes, trying not to release the sob caught in his throat. It took him a moment to even realize the other was talking to him.
“Yeosang? Baby, come back to me. What’s your color?”
Yeosang opened his mouth, but all that came out was a whimper.
“Yeosang, talk to me,” Wooyoung repeated, every so slowly reaching up to tug his hands out of his face, careful not to jostle Yeosang’s body at all. “Color.”
“U-utopia. Utopia utopia utopia utopia.”
Once the word came out once, he couldn’t stop. For the first time in his life, he wanted their sex to be over. He didn’t care if he disappointed Wooyoung.
Yeosang watched as Wooyoung’s face paled at the use of their emergency word, and the other immediately reached around and shut off the vibrator, the room becoming engulfed in silence.
“Ok baby, I need to go slow, okay? I promise everything will be gone in a few moments, just hold on.”
Yeosang could only nod as he hiccuped, wrapping his arms around himself as tears streamed down his face. He felt a gentle tug on the toy inside him, before Wooyoung slowly pulled it out at an agonizing pace. As it came free, Yeosang felt his hole clench around air even with Wooyoung’s cock still stuffed inside of him. Wooyoung pulled out next, lifting Yeosang off him and gently placing him on the bed, leaning against the head rest. Then he ever so gently tugged at the cock ring, careful not to brush his fingers against the other’s sensitive length. His dick remained hard and angry, aching for the release it had been denied despite his discomfort.
“I’m so sorry,” Wooyoung whispered when he was done, seated around an arms length away from Yeosang on the bed. Shakily, Yeosang reached out an arm to him. He managed to grip his arm and tugged him forward weakly.
Wooyoung hesitated before moving next to Yeosang and wrapping an arm around him.
“I should have seen that you were uncomfortable. I got too caught up in what I wanted,” he continued.
“‘S okay,” Yeosang mumbled through his tears.
“No it’s not, that was horrible. I never want to see you cry like this again.”
“My fault,” said Yeosang. He twitched as his stretched hole fluttered around nothing. He felt empty and unfulfilled, a different kind of discomfort filling his body.
“No, it’s never your fault. I should have been more attentive.”
“I didn’t say anything when I first started feeling uncomfortable,” Yeosang responded, forcing himself to form a sentence. He didn’t like that Wooyoung was blaming himself. They had tried something new and Yeosang didn’t like it. That wasn’t Wooyoung’s fault. If anything, Yeosang was the one who had disappointed Wooyoung. This was the first time ever that he hadn’t been able to fulfill the other’s desire.
“You could barely speak,” continued Wooyoung, sounding almost angry.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
“But I… you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“I can’t enjoy anything if you aren’t enjoying it, Yeosang.”
Yeosang only nodded stiffly, not quite able to shake the feeling he had disappointed him. Wooyoung shifted, wrapping himself around Yeosang a little tighter, and Yeosang let out a soft whimper as his arm brushed the aching head of his dick.
He felt Wooyoung’s own arousal twitch with interest against his thigh, but the other didn’t say anything.
Yeosang fidgeted. Now that he had calmed down, he didn’t want to stop completely. He was still on edge from being denied earlier, and it seemed his body wasn’t going to calm down on it’s own.
“W-woo,” he said softly. Wooyoung hummed in response, eyes closed as he relaxed against Yeosang’s body. Yeosang shifted farther onto his side before he subtly ground his ass back against Wooyoung’s own hard arousal.
Wooyoung’s arm tightened around his waist.
“We don’t have to do anything, sweetheart, don’t force yourself.”
“I want to,” he said, biting his lip as he ground back harder. Even the press of Wooyoung’s dick between his cheeks seemed to fill some of the emptiness he’d been feeling.
Wooyoung let out a moan.
“Are you sure?”
“Master, please take care of me.”
“Fuck,” Wooyoung groaned, before maneuvering their bodies so Yeosang’s back was flush against his chest and pressing the head of his dick against Yeosang’s waiting entrance without preamble.
They both moaned as he pressed inside. Wooyoung immediately started moving, his pace slow but deep as he searched for Yeosang’s prostate with gentle thrusts.
It wasn’t long before Yeosang was on the edge, and one thrust in the right spot had him seeing stars as he came hard, the release spreading through his entire body as he felt every muscle relax.
When he came down from his high, Wooyoung was still inside him but unmoving, and when he realized Yeosang had come back he began to slowly pull out.
“No!” slurred Yeosang, fumbling a hand back to try and hold Wooyoung in place.
“It’s okay, baby, I can finish myself. I just wanted you to feel good,” said Wooyoung gently. Yeosang shook his head back and forth, head heavy.
“Inside,” he said.
“Yeosang,” Wooyoung protested reluctantly.
“Inside.”
Wooyoung’s laid a gentle hand on his chin, guiding Yeosang’s face to look him in the eyes. He studied the other’s dazed expression, before he leaned in to kiss him, gently parting the other’s lips and slipping his tongue inside.
As Yeosang got lost in the kiss, Wooyoung started moving again, the oversensitivity jolting through Yeosang like lightning. It wasn’t long before Wooyoung’s thrust became erratic and their kiss became messy, just a mess of tongue as they panted into each other’s mouths. Surprisingly, Yeosang’s own arousal was quick to bring him back to full hardness, and the feeling of Wooyoung releasing inside him was enough to bring him to his own release again, his dick weakly sputtering another round of cum onto his stomach.
For a moment, the two just breathed each other’s air, before Wooyoung moved to pull out.
Yeosang let out another protesting whine, and the other halted.
“I need to clean you up, sweetheart,” said Wooyoung, placing a gentle kiss on Yeosang’s cheek.
“Stay. Wanna feel you,” Yeosang mumbled, eyes fluttering shut.
Wooyoung settled back against him, wrapping an arm back around Yeosang’s gross, sticky body, and before he knew it Yeosang was overtaken by exhaustion and drifted off to sleep.
~*~
When Yeosang awoke, he was warm. He was clean, and his body was wrapped in fluffy pajamas, a warm arm thrown over his waist.
He blinked open his eyes. Wooyoung’s room. There was a soft light coming in the window, indicating that it was still the early hours of the morning.
Then, all his memories and feelings from the night before hit him like a roller coaster.
Sadness for Wooyoung being treated the way he’d been treated by his ex-girlfriend.
Love and happiness as they’d started their activities.
Then, crushing shame and embarrassment at his breakdown.
Followed by love and comfort at the way Wooyoung had treated him after. He remembered the way the other had touched him gently. He remembered being awoken from his sleep and gently fed some water and crackers before being lifted into the bath, the memories hazy from his exhaustion.
Yeosang felt the tears prickle at his eyes as Wooyoung breathed gently against his neck.
It was all too much. All of his feelings, everything that had happened the night before. It had been incredible, even though he’d been overwhelmed and had to use their safe word. But there was one nagging feeling overwhelming the back of his mind.
No matter how gently Wooyoung had treated him, the truth was that he had come to him because he was upset.
Wooyoung didn’t love him.
Feeling his breaths become shorter, Yeosang tried to slip out from Wooyoung’s arm as discreetly as possible, pulling himself out of bed and hurriedly stumbling out of the room.
His legs were wobbly and pain shot up his back but he ignored it as he had one goal in mind: to get to his phone.
Tears filled his eyes and his breaths became shorter as he reached the couch. He dropped to his knees and fumbled along the ground, trying to find his phone as his vision was blurred and the first tears dropped from his eyes.
Finally, he grasped the device, not even registering the early hour as he searched desperately for the right contact and brought his phone to his ear.
His call was answered after two rings.
“Yeosang?” came a sleepy voice on the other end.
“Yunho,” he said, voice breaking as his tears fell. “I can’t do it anymore.”