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Hoseok loved those moments.
The ones where Hyunwoo was way too weak to even kiss back properly, but would still try because he always wanted to feel Hoseok closer. His arms would shake around Wonho's neck, yet still trying to hold him close as he drooled all over himself.
Hoseok thought the sight was adorable, so precious. He couldn't even stop the smile forming on his face when their lips parted away, forcing a whine out of Shownu.
"You've got cockdumb already, that's so cute," the younger man cooed as he thrusted his hips harder and deeper. Hyunwoo's face frowned in that same way it always did when he was deep in pleasure, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he uselessly tried to buck his hips to receive more and less at the same time.
"Seok, fuck...I...I ca–" Hyunwoo's words were quickly cut by the way his body twitched violently and his back arched up the sheets. Hoseok smiled in victory as he angled his hips just right once again, striking that sensitive place once again. He loved seeing Shownu like this, so vulnerable and open…
All fucked up and all his.
"What were you saying, sweetheart?"
"T-The...The second I ge-get my hands on you, I swear to go-god–Jesus Christ, Hoseok, please…"
Hoseok's way too proud smile would have greatly annoyed Hyunwoo if he still have any sanity left after getting his brains out fucked for so long. He didn't know for how long they had been at this, but all he knew is that his stomach was already covered in his own cum and that he was on the bridge of insanity and of his third orgasm. He really couldn't handle much more, but he kept pulling Hoseok closer, bucking his hips and crying out. Maybe Hoseok was right: he was cockdumb already.
But God, he loved it.
“You can take it, you’ve done it before," came the authoritative but sweet voice of Hoseok; a sweet reminder that, although his words could seem harsh, Hyunwoo could back out at any moment. And yes, tears might have been flowing down his cheeks, but that didn't mean he wanted to stop. If Hoseok stopped at this moment, he might just kill him for leaving him so close to the edge–once again.
"Darling, do you–"
"If you stop now," Hyunwoo panted, his brain difficulty getting the words out of his mouth, "I'll kill you."
His voice was strained and shaky, raspy from minutes and minutes of moaning and whimpering, which made Hoseok smile. And just as he drove his hips deeper, hitting that perfect spot with even more precision than before, Hyunwoo cried out the loudest he ever had and gripped his lover's back like a madman.
How cute, Hoseok thought, but his head quickly dropped into Hyunwoo's neck. There, he scattered the skin in kisses and lovebites, making sure to mark the man. He wanted everyone to know Hyunwoo was his.
"God, Hyung...I missed you so much."
Hyunwoo would've answered if he could, but the only thing that got past his lips were cries and heavy breaths. Hoseok was absolutely wrecking him, making him sink down the abyss of pleasure. He didn't know for how long he'd be able to handle that.
"Look at how good you take me in, fuck, can't believe I've gone so long without it."
To stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks, Hyunwoo gripped Hoseok by his neck then smashed their lips together. The exchange was heated and sloppy, their bodies so close no one could tell where one started and where the other ended. They were lost in each other's embrace, these little moments where no one else seemed to exist or bother them; their own little world for a few hours. Their tongues danced together and their bodies worked together, driving both of them absolutely crazy.
Hyunwoo knew he would ache all over tomorrow, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He never wanted to feel empty like before ever again. Hoseok next to him, around him, inside him, not letting him go and letting out the prettiest little fucking whines against his lips…
"Shit, hyung…"
Hoseok was starting to lose his composure as well, his hips losing their rhythm by moments and stuttering. Still, he made sure to hit his lover right where it's good, just to hear more of his screams.
Then, just to not lose his balance, Hoseok posed his hand on Hyunwoo's throat. Not squeezing or doing anything; just holding, looking down at the dancer with a heated look in his eyes. He started to drive his hips in deep, slow but hard, making sure to have Hyunwoo writhing under him and begging for more or for less.
"You're so wet for me, hyung, look at the mess you're doing…"
Hoseok exhaled, shit-eating grin plastered on his ridiculously handsome face, with his blonde hair plastered to his forehead and his cheeks reddened. It was enough to almost infuriate Hyunwoo, annoyed by all the teasing his boy made, especially when he reached to grip his leaking cock on his stomach.
The older man cursed, the waves of pleasure wrecking through his body, but determined to not be the only one to crumble…
"Oh, oh, shit, Hyunwoo, fuck!"
The man immediately lost control of his hips once Hyunwoo pinched his nipples, just knowing how sensitive they were. Hyunwoo satisfyingly observed his bottom lip quiver as he tried to resume his rhythm, but Hyunwoo decided to twist once again.
"H-Hyung!" came the high-pitched cry of Hoseok, his body swept by spasms of pleasure. Hyunwoo could feel Hoseok's cock twitching inside him, could see the way he tried to regain composure but alas. He liked this: the little loss of control, the moans, the shivers…
"You're so fucking hot, God," Hyunwoo breathed, head falling back on the pillows as his lover kept ramming inside you and pulling back as best as he could on his cock each time he drove back in, despite all the relentless assaults on his sensitive chest.
"Hoseok," he breathed again, a moan threatening to slip past his lips.
"Y-Yes?" Then, just as he spoke, Hoseok started jerking him off in rough, fast thrusts, his other hand slowly tightening around his throat.
"Shit, shit, m-more...Yes, 'm gonna cum...Fuck, cum inside me… Harder, fuck me harder!"
Hyunwoo started trembling, his whole body quivering as Hoseok's hands tightened a bit more at both places, which turned him all dizzy. The air missing caused him to jerk his hips messily, unable to control himself when he was feeling full everywhere. Hoseok inside him, squeezing his head just right and tightening his hold around his throat...He was definitely not going to last long, and Hoseok either. The boy started thrusting harder, rougher, messier; seemingly losing control from the rush of adrenaline coursing through him at the moment.
He couldn't help himself when he had Hyunwoo, his beloved Hyunwoo, shaking and begging for more under him as he squeezed him so tight it made Hoseok feel lightheaded. The months of absence, barely seeing each other through busy schedules and bad days, it was all coming down to him and Hoseok felt it all crashing down.
"You feel so fucking good, Hyunwoo," Hoseok moaned as he thrusted into his hyung's wet and tight heat, letting go of his throat so suddenly that Hyunwoo came right at this instant...Just as Hoseok also muttered, "Say my name. Let me hear how good I make you feel. Let me hear how you're my bitch."
Hyunwoo nearly screamed, hips jumping as the air hit him back like a ton of bricks. "Hoseok! Hoseok! Yes, yes, fuck, fill me up, oh please…"
And how could Hoseok say no to that? How could Hoseok deny a begging and crying Hyunwoo under him as he covered his stomach in white? The most beautiful sight, he thought, the one of his muscles contracting and his body arching in the prettiest bow he was born to witness.
It only took a couple of thrusts, Hyunwoo tightening even more around so it was almost painful and his gorgeous cries ringing inside his ears, to make Hoseok come harder than he ever did before. A loud cry melting into Hyunwoo's name echoed through the room, making the latter shiver; because fuck if Hoseok didn't sound amazing, calling his name like that. Also, he sighed at the feeling of being finally full to the of bursting, something that was as comforting as really fucking hot.
Yet, the second the older man finally felt the haze of his mind clearing a little, he was met with the deadly visual of Hoseok licking his fingers clean off his cum...Then licking everything that had fallen onto his stomach. Hyunwoo felt his body twitch violently.
And, before he had any chances to speak…
Hoseok, kissing him, and subsequently pushing his own cum back into his mouth.
Immediately, the older man whined, half in protest, half in surprise, but not pushing away his boyfriend however.
Instead, he might have indeed melted into the exchange, moaning the moment Hoseok's tongue caressed his. And only one look confirmed that this demon was smiling, hell, he was smirking proudly against his lips as they made until they couldn't no more.
"Fucking…" Hyunwoo started panting once their lips parted away, his throat feeling dry all of a sudden. "...Demon, you're a demon…"
Hoseok giggled, this mischievous look on his face that Hyunwoo both despised and adored. He was way too gone for this man, it wasn't even funny.
"Oh, but the night isn't over, hyung...What did you say about getting your hands on me, already?"
Hyunwoo felt a rush of lust hit him right then, his breath leaving him at the same moment. The things Hoseok could do to him…
"I'll make you fucking pay, I swear–"
"I know you love me, hyung, don't deny it."
"I fucking do, that's the problem."
Hoseok giggled once again before Hyunwoo kissed him again, hot and silly, and he could see how the night was indeed way far from over.
After all, they had months of absence to make up for.