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It started out by accident, or at least, that’s what Sunghoon kept telling Sunoo.
They were at Sunghoon and Jay’s apartment, just passing by after having lunch at a nearby restaurant. At that point, it was a few weeks after Valentine’s Day, and their relationship still felt new, shiny, and perhaps a little fragile. With Sunoo busy with the Council and his many other obligations, and Sunghoon preparing for a game that his team had won the weekend prior, they had barely any time for each other. Besides sneaking in lunch together and making out in empty classrooms and in dark booths at restaurants (their friends were beginning to hate them, but… well, once Sunghoon pulled Sunoo into a dark corner, hands wandering into places he now deemed Sunghoon territory , there was usually nothing they could do but roll their eyes and turn their backs).
That day was one of the days they managed to sneak in some time together, and their friends all had plans, so they went to eat together in the lull of time between their classes. Sunghoon had promised to walk Sunoo back to campus, but needed to drop by his place to grab one of his books for class or something— Sunoo could not, for the life of him, remember what it was they were here for, at this point.
Because four minutes after walking in, Sunghoon glanced at the dining table. And then, he looked at Sunoo, mischief and something a little darker flashing in his eyes.
Moments later, Sunghoon had him pinned to the table, one hand holding Sunoo’s wrists together above his head, pressing hot, wet kisses down his neck and along his collarbone, while his other hand was working its way down the buttons of Sunoo’s shirt. Sunoo shivered as more and more of his skin was exposed, and as Sunghoon continued to suck raw marks into his neck.
“Sunghoon hyung,” Sunoo swallowed, hands grasping at nothing as Sunghoon was still holding them together against the table. “We have to go back.”
“Your next class isn't for another hour.” Sunghoon replied, as he reached the final button on Sunoo’s shirt. He laid his hand flat on Sunoo’s stomach, the warmth of his palms igniting a shiver along Sunoo’s spine. “That’s plenty of time for me to make you forget what you and Jay did on this table.”
“In fact, maybe I’ll make you forget,” Sunghoon paused, his fingers tracing languid shapes along the dip of Sunoo’s waist. He continued, his voice a soft whisper as he brought his lips to Sunoo’s ear, “And forget,” Sunghoon took the lobe of Sunoo’s ear between his teeth, just as Sunoo had done to him that night a few weeks ago, biting gently, bringing a soft whine out of Sunoo; “And forget. Over, and over, and over.”
“Until all you remember is me. All you feel is me. All you can think of is me, and how good I fucked you, on this exact same table where you spread your legs for my best friend.” Sunghoon said, pressing a soft kiss against the shell of Sunoo’s ear, like a sweet, innocent promise. “How does that sound, Sunoo-ya?”
Sunoo could do little more than whimper at the cruel words and the sadistic lilt in Sunghoon’s voice, feeling like he was about to be devoured, with the way Sunghoon’s hands were digging into his skin. They had not done anything except kiss and grind against each other in vacant spaces and during their free moments, so this was entirely new territory for them. Sunoo’s heart fluttered as Sunghoon kissed him again, pressing the taste of the sweet tea that they had earlier onto his tongue.
Something about kissing Sunghoon, and tasting Sunghoon made him feel… Giddy . Like he had never been kissed before. There was nothing innocent about the way Sunghoon pushed his pelvis onto Sunoo’s or the way his finger drew circles around the hardening peak of his nipple– but the way Sunoo’s heart pounded and his skin buzzed made it feel like a stupid, silly schoolboy crush. It was ridiculous, really.
Especially when Sunghoon was acting like this .
“I asked you a question.” Sunghoon grunted as he rutted his hips forward, pressing the length of himself against the softness of Sunoo’s thigh. Sunoo shuddered, hips pushing back to chase that feeling, only to whimper when Sunghoon pulled back and left him hanging. “So maybe you should be a good boy, and answer.”
“Hyung,” Sunoo cried out, swallowing hard as Sunghoon’s fingers teased the button on his pants. Sunghoon was, at this point, still fully clothed, and still holding his hands above his head. Everything was quite literally in Sunghoon’s hands– and he was about to make Sunoo beg .
“What is it, Sunoo? Hm?” Sunghoon asked, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he stared at Sunoo, continuing to dig his hips into Sunoo’s in a maddening rhythm that had Sunoo gasping for air. Sunoo felt every inch of Sunghoon pressing into his thigh, grinding into him in a motion that was all too similar to sex– it was insane, torturous, and downright mean. Sunghoon smirked, and Sunoo wanted to fucking cry.
“Please, hyung.” Sunoo said, frustrated as he tried to pull his hands out of Sunghoon’s grasp. It was a futile effort, because Sunghoon only tightened his grip. To Sunoo’s dismay– and perhaps, also a little to his delight, Sunghoon was much stronger than him. The images that flashed through his mind of the things they could do with this knowledge made him feel breathless, but he could not even think about it for too long. Not when Sunghoon was doing a hundred things that were demanding his attention.
“Please what, baby?” Sunghoon asked, laying his hand flat on Sunoo’s crotch, palming the slowly stiffening bulge of his cock through the fabric of his jeans. Sunoo cried out at the friction, thrusting to meet Sunghoon’s touch, only for Sunghoon to pull away once again. “I’m not gonna do a damn thing you until you tell me exactly what you want.”
“Please touch me,” Sunoo said in a heaving, staggered voice, his mouth running dry with how much he’s been gasping. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt tears coming as they began to prickle the back of his eyes. It seemed like this was nowhere near enough because Sunghoon clicked his tongue and looked down at him disapprovingly. Sunoo sobbed, “Please kiss me, please fuck me. Please let my hands go. Please let me touch you.”
“Are you crying, Sunoo-ya?” Sunghoon asked, and Sunoo inhaled shakily, feeling his eyes sting even more because God this was humiliating. He didn’t even know why he was crying. But when Sunghoon grinned, flashing sharp teeth and that single, wicked dimple on his cheek– Sunoo felt himself grow embarrassingly harder, and more desperate for Sunghoon’s touch.
"Oh. Oh, no." Sunghoon brought his voice lower, loosening his grip as he put his mouth on Sunoo’s neck. Sunoo’s skin prickled at the feeling of his warm breaths, his lips lightly touching, barely grazing the hairs on his neck. All of a sudden, Sunghoon was gentle. Stupidly, frustratingly gentle. He cooed softly, as if he was concerned, of all things. “Did I make my baby cry? I’m sorry.”
“You’re so mean.” Sunoo said, just as Sunghoon popped open the button on his pants. Finally, Sunghoon let go of his wrists, and Sunoo flexed them, feeling an ache from the amount of time Sunghoon had held them above his head, pressed against the table.
“I didn’t think you would cry.” Sunghoon said, looking highly amused, and like he wasn’t sorry at all. “And you said I was too emotional for Debate.”
“This is not Debate–” Sunoo was about to argue, when Sunghoon pulled his dick out of his pants, wrapping a hand around him, quickly silencing anything Sunoo could have said.
“Oh, baby. If Debate was anything like this I would be knocking down doors trying to join.” Sunghoon commented, fingers deftly taking the precome from the tip of Sunoo’s cock and spreading it down his shaft. He seemed to think it wasn’t enough, because then he licked his palm, eyes burning straight into Sunoo– who swallowed, as Sunghoon smirked and put his hand back down on Sunoo’s cock, tugging firmly. “Although, I wouldn’t be surprised if you do things like this with the Debate team.”
“Yeah.” Sunoo rolled his eyes, a little fed up with Sunghoon’s teasing and embarrassed about the fact that he was almost about to cry just moments before. “Soobin hyung fucked me in the ass against a hotel room window at the last Debate championship and then he watched me suck Yeonjun hyung off on his own bed–”
This wasn’t even true. It was a complete lie, the first thing that came to his mind– but Sunoo felt like saying it, finally wiping the tears from his eyes with his free hands. He knew it would rile Sunghoon up, and knew it would make him angry.
And it worked like a charm.
“Do you like seeing me like this?” That possessiveness flashed in Sunghoon’s eyes again, and Sunoo found himself smiling through the bitter tears that were brimming in the corners of his eyes, knowing he had achieved exactly what he set out to– that giddiness filling his chest and the pit of his stomach like Sunghoon had said something sweet. It was sick, really– how much he enjoyed pissing Sunghoon off. “I guess it makes sense. I really, really enjoyed making you cry. Are you gonna cry when I fuck you, too?”
“You’re the one who brought it up.” Sunoo seethed, hissing when Sunghoon squeezed, his thumb pressing against the head of Sunoo’s dick. It was nothing but cruel, really– the way Sunghoon smiled as again, tears started gathering in the corners of Sunoo’s eyes. And it was fucked up that Sunoo actually liked it. His hands fisted into Sunghoon’s shirt, and he pulled Sunghoon close, so he could finally, finally give him a taste of his own medicine; whispering much like Sunghoon did earlier, “And yeah, maybe I’ll cry. But not as much I did when Heeseung hyung fucked my mouth—”
“I can’t fucking stand you, Sunoo.” Sunghoon actually laughed, clenching his jaw as he looked down at Sunoo over his chin. Sunghoon's hand was working Sunoo furiously now, pulling wanton cries from the younger boy. Sunoo was achingly sensitive, and it had only been a few minutes since Sunghoon had pushed him against the table and proceeded to ravish him. With Sunghoon’s hand on him, those dark, angry eyes burning into his, and the venom seeping from Sunghoon’s tone, he was so turned on and already close. Sunghoon seemed to notice, with the moans pouring out of Sunoo at a higher frequency, the sound so sweet to his ears; “Are you close? Hm? So soon, when we’ve barely even started?”
“Hyung.” Sunoo stuttered, hands gripping Sunghoon’s shoulders now, crying out when Sunghoon started to draw out the strokes of his hand. He slowed down, letting Sunoo feel the friction of every drag from the base of his cock to the very tip, twisting his wrist torturously in a way that made Sunoo want to sob; “I’m gonna come.”
“Look at me, Sunoo.” Sunghoon inhaled, moving his head so they were almost nose to nose. Sunoo’s eyes fluttered open, slipping back into focus to meet Sunghoon’s gaze. The way Sunghoon looked at him made him feel small, and helpless, in the most wonderful way, his toes curling as the older boy continued to jerk his hand along his cock in firm, frenzied motions. Sunghoon smirked, tipping his chin outward so he could look down at Sunoo; “I want you to look at me when you come.”
At those words, Sunoo’s hips circled forward, chasing the feeling of Sunghoon’s hand, crying Sunghoon’s name as his orgasm ripped through him. Perhaps it was the way Sunghoon had built him up, the range of emotions he had always felt around him slamming into him like they always do, the dark lilt in Sunghoon’s tone and the bittersweet back and forth between them, but it hit him harder and more intense than with any other partner. Sunoo’s eyes rolled back but still returned to meet Sunghoon’s demanding gaze. Sunghoon continued to stroke him as he came down from his high, his spend spilling on his stomach and Sunghoon’s hand.
“This pretty thing,” Sunghoon cooed. Sunoo whimpered at the last few tugs Sunghoon gave, leaving his cock weeping, flopping uselessly, swollen and red. His lips were pursed as he stared down at Sunoo, who was still shaking from his orgasm, eyes glazed over. He smiled, leaning down to lay his lips on the younger boy’s forehead. It was a gentle, chaste kiss that had warmth blooming in the cavity of Sunoo’s chest. Strangely, he felt like crying again. “It’s as pretty as you, Sunoo-ya.”
As he said that, he bent down again to capture Sunoo’s lips in a tender, sweet kiss. Gentle nips, his clean hand coming in to stroke Sunoo’s cheek, sifting through his hair and scratching his nails against his scalp, tugging at the faded pink locks.
"I think I’m gonna fuck you now.” Sunghoon said, hands dragging Sunoo’s pants down, pulling them off as Sunoo blinked sleepily. He was barely aware of what was happening as Sunghoon tugged his jeans off of him, discarding them in a pile at his feet.
“Hyung, I just came—” Sunoo was about to protest, when Sunghoon silenced him by pressing their lips together in a firm kiss, inhaling Sunoo’s gasp as Sunghoon hoisted him up, fingers hooked on the back of his knee. He arranged Sunoo on the table, pulling his leg up, the hand that was wet with Sunoo’s come prodding at his ass.
“I know, baby, I watched it happen.” Sunghoon chuckled, fingertip tracing circles around the hole, teasing. Sunoo whimpered, tension brewing in the pit of his stomach, like a tightly wound coil, as Sunghoon’s fingers played with him again. He was like a limp doll in Sunghoon’s arms, unable to do much except wind his arms around Sunghoon’s shoulders, savoring the feeling of their shared warmth. Sunghoon’s lips slanted into a lazy, self-satisfied smile; “I made it happen.”
Even in his post-orgasm stupor, Sunoo was aware enough to scoff lightly, barely managing the little huff that escaped his kiss-swollen lips. He rolled his eyes, “You’re such an asshole.”
“You’re the one who keeps making me jealous on purpose.” Sunghoon said, in a matter-of-fact kind of tone that he had no business using right here, with Sunoo fully naked, legs spread on a dining table.
“You’re the one who’s about to fuck me for the first time in your kitchen.” Sunoo returned, his bite slowly coming back to him as he dragged his head up from the table, hands pulling at Sunghoon’s shirt. It suddenly dawned on him how this wasn’t fair at all, really– that Sunghoon was fully clothed. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, fingers running up Sunghoon’s back– causing him to shiver, clearly affected by the feeling of Sunoo’s cold, delicate hands. Sunoo pulled his shirt off, and Sunghoon let him, groaning when Sunoo dragged his nails down his back, “Tsk. Not an ounce of romance in your entire 6 foot tall body. It’s a little disappointing, to be honest.”
Sunghoon seemed to have forgotten his agenda, hands gripping the edge of the table uselessly as Sunoo hooked his ankles together at the small of his back, pushing them closer together. Sunoo kissed him, drawing sweet sighs from the Lacrosse player, sinking his hands into the dark tresses of his hair, scratching lightly at the base of his neck. When he was done, he lined kisses down Sunghoon’s jaw, along his neck, nipping and sucking until he reached the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Sunoo planted his lips there, kissing softly at first, leaving Sunghoon breathless and wanting– and then, he bit him hard, teeth scratching against skin, as he pressed his hand into Sunghoon’s crotch much like the older boy had done to him earlier.
“At least Jake hyung took me to dinner first. A nice, candlelit picnic on the football field.” Sunoo said, as he continued to press the softest of kisses against Sunghoon’s shoulder, fingers slowly pulling at the zip of his jeans. “And then he bent me over and fucked me right next to your locker.”
“God, why do you keep doing that?” Sunghoon growled, his hand finally pulling off his own pants, swatting Sunoo’s hand away. Sunoo smirked, batting his eyelashes innocently at Sunghoon as he, without any fuss or preamble, spat into his open palm and wrapped a hand around Sunghoon’s cock.
“Because you’re hot when you’re jealous.” Sunoo said, smiling when Sunghoon hissed at the feeling of his slick, hot hand making contact with his overly sensitive member. Sunghoon had been hard for a reasonably long time now, untouched except for the over-the-clothes contact from earlier. Sunoo knew it must have burned– but a good, delicious kind of burn.
He wanted to jerk him off until he came. He wanted to kneel and suck him dry, until he was moaning and screaming Sunoo’s name, he wanted to get on this table and ride him until he was begging to come inside Sunoo– he wanted to make Sunghoon Park burn in a hundred different ways. Sunoo laughed, as Sunghoon closed his eyes and breathed in heavy, shuddering breaths, moving his hips to thrust into the closed circle of his hand, knowing he had Sunghoon as tightly wound around his pretty little finger as Sunghoon had him around his– it was in this way, that they were equals. That they had always been equals.
And why it was only natural for them to push each other to the very edge, every single time.
“And I guess I should tell you, before you fuck me– the last time I was here, I saw Jay hyung put a bottle of lube in that drawer next to the sofa.” Sunoo said, eyes flickering in the direction of the side table in question. Sunghoon grunted, a guttural, pained sound, nostrils flaring as he opened his eyes, meeting the challenging look in Sunoo’s with defiance. Unable to help himself, Sunoo smiled sweetly, adding the cherry on top; “Because after we fucked on this table, he ate my ass on that sofa, and then we fucked again.”
Fury brewed in Sunghoon’s eyes as Sunoo pouted, his tone so sweet it sounded like he wasn’t speaking absolute filth; “And then you got home, so he had to hide me in his room for half a day, because he knew you would hate it if you found out. So we did it there, too, with you in the next room– for hours, and hours.”
“I hate you.” Sunghoon said, knuckles going white as he clutched the edge of the table harder and harder with each stroke of Sunoo’s hand on his hard, aching cock.
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.” Sunghoon agreed resolutely, eyes hard as he put a hand over Sunoo’s, stopping him. Sunoo licked his lips, and Sunghoon’s eyes followed the motion of his tongue, his eyebrow twitching when he noticed the gloss it had left along Sunoo’s bottom lip. He swooped down to capture Sunoo’s lips in a firm kiss, tipping Sunoo’s head back, his tongue dipping into Sunoo’s mouth and tasting him– he tasted like sweet tea and lemons, and Sunghoon groaned, wondering if any amount of Sunoo would ever be enough. He pulled away, and Sunoo’s lips followed him, stealing a kiss or two more as Sunghoon muttered; “I really, really don’t. Which is why I’ll take you here, and on that sofa, and in the showers, and in the locker room– and wherever the fuck else my friends fucked you. I’ll take you in all the ways they took you, and then I’ll take more.”
Sunghoon kissed him again, and Sunoo breathed in the crisp scent of Sunghoon's aftershave, closing his eyes as the older boy made promises against the supple, glowing skin of his neck; “Piece by piece, little by little– until every inch of you is mine. And then I’ll show you romance and flowers, and I’ll make love to you like no one ever has.”
Sunoo laughed, his heart skipping a beat at the strange promise; “Oh, so you are a romantic, after all.”
“I’m not.” Sunghoon said, standing straight, his hand trailing down Sunoo’s arm, stopping when he reached his wrist, gripping it tight. He stared at Sunoo, a plethora of unspoken feelings passing between the two of them. But I will be, for you – Sunghoon didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to. Sunoo just held his stare, for a few long moments.
And then Sunghoon let him go, fetching the exact bottle of lube that Sunoo had mentioned, in the drawer next to the sofa. Sunghoon felt a little irritated to know that Sunoo wasn’t lying– he lived here, and even he didn’t know that Jay kept this bottle in that drawer. He returned to where Sunoo was lying, arranged like an erotic painting, laid out bare, his pink skin glistening in the sunlight. The warm light filtering in through the curtains of a nearby window dipped into every curve and crevice of Sunoo's skin, and Sunghoon wondered why he had deprived himself of this for so long. He was beautiful, and Sunghoon had always known that– though he never wanted to admit it.
Until now.
“You’re so pretty, Sunoo.” He said, his voice rough, scratching at the deepest parts of Sunoo. His long fingers traced a line along the inside of Sunoo’s knee, slowly pushing it back to spread him open. Sunoo felt himself blush, because like this, he was laid out on the table like a meal– and the hungry look on Sunghoon’s face made it clear that he had every intention of feasting. “You’ll be prettier when I take every part of you for myself.”
Sunoo closed his eyes at the pleasant feeling of Sunghoon’s hand climbing the inside of his thigh, and distantly, he heard the sound of the a plastic cap opening, and liquid on skin. Before he could open his eyes, he felt it– Sunghoon leaning back in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sunoo’s mouth as a single, slick finger entered him.
Sunoo gasped, and Sunghoon inhaled the sound, smirking as he pushed inside, meeting a little resistance. Sunoo felt his cock stiffen to attention as Sunghoon’s finger move inside him, stroking upwards, easing inside. Sunghoon kissed him softly, pushing his hair out of his face; “Relax, baby. Let me open you up.”
Sunoo wilted at the words, putting a hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder and squeezing as Sunghoon eased another finger in. Sunghoon’s fingers going in and out of him made obscenely wet noises, echoing all around the room, dripping down his hand and onto the table– and Sunoo felt embarrassed, with every whine and moan it pulled from him, every wet squelch, every drop that fell on the table. It was messy and hot, and soon, Sunghoon was fucking him open, slipping a third finger in with ease as he loosened up.
“Fuck,” Sunghoon cursed against his neck, teeth grazing the skin there. He seemed to enjoy biting Sunoo– and Sunoo wondered, belatedly, if his neck was filled with marks that he would not be able to explain to his classmates later. “You were so tight just a while ago. So pretty for me,”
“Sunghoon, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now–”
“And so impatient,” Sunghoon said, pulling his fingers out and straightening again. Sunoo had not noticed, but he must have grabbed a pack of condoms from the drawer as well. Sunghoon stared right at him as he ripped the packet open with his teeth, not looking away for a single second even as he rolled the condom on, stroking himself once or twice as he went.
“You said you would fuck me over and over– and now we only have twenty minutes until I need to get to class.” Sunoo said, knowing how whiny he must have sounded, feeling achingly empty without Sunghoon’s fingers.
“I said I would make you forget.” Sunghoon reminded him, as he leaned on one arm, positioning himself right at Sunoo’s entrance. “Although, you did still mention my friends a few times, so maybe I did fail, after all.”
“Maybe you should try harder” Sunoo squirmed as Sunghoon pushed in slowly, clearly taking his time, watching Sunoo shuffle and turn, moving his hips in anticipation. Sunghoon poked his tongue against his cheek, clearly enjoying the sight. Sunoo rolled his eyes.
“Oh, I intend to.” Sunghoon promised, and then– and then , he thrusted all at once, bottoming out in a single moment that made Sunoo moan out loud, fingers digging into Sunghoon’s back, nails scratching at the pristine white skin. Sunghoon pulled his hips back, prolonging the drag of his cock against Sunoo’s insides, bit by bit until only the very tip was still inside. Sunoo whined at the loss, feeling close to tears again as he pushed his ass up, clenching on nothing as Sunghoon smirked above him. Sunghoon wrapped a wet hand around Sunoo’s dick, and Sunoo almost cried, not realizing how sensitive he was until Sunghoon gave him a single, agonizing jerk– and Sunghoon grinned, “I make good on my promises, Sunoo-ya.”
Then he thrusted back in, hard, and Sunoo could do nothing but cry hyung, hyung, hyung , over and over as Sunghoon proceeded to fuck him so hard, so rough, that his sweat-soaked back dragged harshly against the wooden table. But at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care, nails dragging harshly down Sunghoon’s back as he almost cried with every swing of Sunghoon’s hips. Sunghoon groaned at the stinging lines that Sunoo's fingers raked down his back, but couldn't find it in himself to complain-- in fact, the thought of seeing red marks down his back in the shape of Sunoo's delicate fingers made him slam into Sunoo harder.
“Please, please, please-” Sunoo pleaded, though he didn’t even know exactly what he was begging for. He just closed his eyes as Sunghoon leaned down, lips trailing kisses down his chest, sucking pretty little love bites into his skin.
Sunghoon continued to fuck him, harder and harder, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin and Sunoo gasping his name filling his ears. It was as loud and angry as they always were, a fever breaking beneath his skin, his heart hammering so loudly he thought it would explode, tension winding his entire body tighter and tighter as he watched Sunoo’s face contort in pleasure, jaw falling slack, throat closing as delirious little gurgles and gasps left him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Sunghoon said, and he sounded angry– perhaps because he was, Sunoo thought, holding on for dear life as Sunghoon angled himself upward, hitting a spot that had him writhing, begging Sunghoon to keep going, please, please, hyung – and suddenly, Sunghoon started stroking him again.
“Hyung, it feels so good, I’m gonna… Gonna…” Sunoo’s breath caught in his throat as Sunghoon’s hand worked him relentlessly, dick pistoning into that sweet spot over and over like it was his mission to drive him absolutely insane. He was already weak from his previous orgasm, every nerve in his body pushed to the very edge with every sensation– and from the way Sunghoon’s hips stuttered, Sunoo could tell that he was close, too.
“Then come, Sunoo.” Sunghoon said, his hand following the same furious rhythm as his hips, warm and wet and insane– with a few more tugs, Sunoo fell apart, cum spilling out of him in weak white spurts, his second orgasm much more subdued but no less overwhelming, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him, his eyelids fluttering shut as Sunghoon rode him out, hissing at the feeling of Sunoo’s hole clenching around him.
Sunghoon blew air threw his clenched teeth, his hand slowing to a stop around Sunoo’s cock, hips still moving as he chased his own orgasm; “Hm, yeah. Good boy. Now you’ll let hyung come, won’t you?”
Sunoo nodded, blinking up at Sunghoon eyes glossing over, still feeling good despite how overly sensitive he felt.
“You’re such a good boy, Sunoo.” Sunghoon said, and Sunoo could have purred at how pleased he sounded– he didn’t know he liked being called that until it fell from Sunghoon’s lips, reverent words that made Sunoo want to be a good boy. Sunghoon’s good boy.
Sunghoon was close. He thrusted in and out, his hand pushing Sunoo harder into the table, enjoying the feeling of Sunoo’s hand absently gripping his shoulder, gripping firmer every now and then when Sunghoon grazed against his prostate.
Sunghoon shuddered, his thrusts growing more and more irregular, Sunoo’s name escaping him in sweet, breathless sighs– and then he came, spilling into the condom, pelvis digging into Sunoo’s ass.
“You’re a good boy too, hyung.” Sunoo joked weakly, as Sunghoon collapsed into his arms, burying his face into the crook of his neck. All the spite from earlier seemed to ease out of the older boy, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he sighed deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of Sunoo’s perfume. Sunoo smiled and held him close, fingers absently thumbing through Sunghoon’s hair. He continued, "And to your credit, I wasn't even thinking about Jay hyung towards the end. Maybe Heeseung hyung, though. You two kind of make the same face when you come."
“Shut up,” Sunghoon said through a breathy laugh, though his tone held no ire. Honestly, Sunoo thought he sounded a little fond. Sunoo smiled, tucking Sunghoon’s hair behind his ear, feeling those stupid, giddy feelings again.
How Sunghoon could make him feel all these things, he could never understand.
“Hyung?” He called softly, lips softly touching Sunghoon’s forehead.
“Hm?”
“I'm going to be late for class.”
Sunghoon laughed. A wonderful sound that made Sunoo’s heart skip a beat– and made him okay with not understanding how he felt for Sunghoon. For now, at least.