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Wooyoung is twenty one and still in college when he learns his mother is going to get married. Of course, the news surprises him because trying to expand his family picture from “mom and me” to something different is uncomfortable. It’s weird knowing that, while he was doing bullshit at college, his mom was out there meeting someone new and they ended up liking each other to the point of getting married. Also, Wooyoung feels a little hurt because he thought that something as important as that should have been said to him sooner. 

Yet, he's happy for her. 

But, surprise for him, the day Wooyoung gets to meet his step-father he also has the chance of meeting Hongjoong. 

And oh, what a change that brings. 

Hongjoong is one year older than him and being the social butterfly he is, Wooyoung was excited about having a new ‘brother’ close in age. Wooyoung has always felt jealous of his friends who have siblings because, even when they talk about discussions and banter, they also talk about spending the holidays together, going out or having inside jokes. Being an only child has its privileges, but Wooyoung wants the excitement of having someone stuck with him and the fact Hongjoong is twenty-two makes it perfect to go out and have fun together. After all, they should understand each other very well. 

Wooyoung’s excitement quickly goes to trash because Hongjoong could be also called ‘Ice Prince’. 

In just that first meeting Hongjoong doesn't even look at him at all. Their parents decided it would be great to go to a fancy restaurant and Wooyoung was buzzing with energy the whole week. He even wore his best clothes and although in the ride there Wooyoung felt nervousness in his stomach, he was still happy and over the moon.

Once they got there and after his mom had parked the car, they went to saludate the Kim’s. 

The first thought that went in Wooyoung’s mind was how cool and pretty this Hongjoong boy looked. He already knew his father, but Hongjoong had been a mystery until that night. To Wooyoung’s eyes, he looked like an idol or an influencer. For a moment, he had the impulse to ask if he was mixed-raced because his facial features did not seem completely korean. And, standing beside his father, Hongjoong looked astounding with his black pants, white shirt and light brown cardigan. 

His looks were destroyed by his personality, though. 

The only time they made eye contact was when their parents introduced them and while Wooyoung was smiling, ready to ask about him, Hongjoong just bowed and mumbled a: “It’s nice to meet you” that could have been said by a machine for all Wooyoung cared. The rest of the time all of their interactions were because their parents were sitting beside them, pushing them into trivial conversations but whenever Hongjoong had to answer, he did it looking ahead or giving polite statements that made Wooyoung think he was taking a job interview. 

Hongjoong never looked at him. 

By the middle of the dinner, Wooyoung was angry and annoyed at his existence. Luckily, they weren't sitting in front of each other and it made it easier to ignore Hongjoong’s rude actions, but from time to time Wooyoung’s eyes went to check on him. 

The whole time the only thing Hongjoong did was playing with his food and smiling at Wooyoung’s mom. And well, at least he had the decency of being kind to her because otherwise they were going to start having problems for real. 

But Wooyoung was invisible. 

The dinner went like that and by the end of it, when Wooyoung was going back home with his mother, he couldn't shake away the thought of ‘what did I do wrong?’. He didn't want to think too much about it but Hongjoong was someone who, whether he liked it or not, was going to be present in his life. Wooyoung knew he could be the kind of person who spoke too much and could be loud, but he didn't consider himself someone who was worth of being ignored or treated worse than trash on the floor. 

Time goes like that. The wedding happens and before he notices it, Wooyoung is moving to his new home. 

The new house is bigger than the apartment where Wooyoung lived with his mom. After all, his step-father works as an executive in a big company so it's understandable he has that kind of money. Wooyoung is amazed by how much space they have; the house has two floors where the kitchen, living room and dining room are separated. However, the best part is that each one of them has a room of their own. Although he has to share the bathroom with Hongjoong, Wooyoung can live with that. They make it work in the sense that Wooyoung avoids his step-brother most of the time and it seems like Hongjoong does it too. Actually, the older one enjoys locking himself in his room and doing whatever he likes doing there. 

Of course, there are moments where they can’t avoid facing themselves and usually, discussions happen. It could be over the dumbest things but Hongjoong doesn't seem to mind cursing at Wooyoung and giving him his usual expression of superiority; Hongjoong would cross his arms in front of his chest, press his lips together and arch one eyebrow at whatever Wooyoung would say, as if he was hearing the stupidest shit ever said. 

It makes Wooyoung’s skin burn. 

Whatever , he tries to say to himself. 

“Why don't you try talking to him more?” His mother is always asking him because she knows the siblings are not on the best terms. “Hongjoong is a nice boy. I’m sure that if you try to get to know him better, you two would get along really well.” 

“He hates my guts.” 

“He's just shy.” Another typical answer from his mom. “Believe me, he's a good boy.” 

Whatever. 

For being such a pretty boy, he's an asshole. That’s Wooyoung’s usual thought when he has to see Hongjoong at breakfast or when he catches glimpses of him going to the bathroom with his eyes stuck to his phone, listening to something. Wooyoung constantly watches him as he is trying to study and understand him, but Hongjoong seems like nothing but a normal guy. 

For being someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Hongjoong is not flashy about his things. For what Wooyoung knows, instead of buying in recognized brands, he goes thrifting and then rearranges the clothes to give them a more personalized look that, for Wooyoung’s dislike, makes Hongjoong look cooler and better. 

Hongjoong takes care of his personal appearance but not in the crazy way Wooyoung is used to seeing his classmates and friends do. The boy has a morning and nightly skincare routine and sometimes, Wooyoung watches him sitting on the couch with a face mask on and watching tv. The picture gets weirder and worse when Wooyoung notices his own mother is sitting beside him, laughing and chatting like Hongjoong was not a gremlin that could be found in a garbage bin. 

Wooyoung felts betrayed in his own home because his mom keeps on talking how gentle and kind Hongjoong is and for that reason, he always uses the same phrase to introduce Hongjoong to his friends: 

“He's pretty, but an asshole.” 

That's it. 

Surely, Wooyoung needed to prepare them because obviously they were going to visit him at his new home and Wooyoung preferred to give them the heads up beforehand. 

But, Hongjoong was going to fuck even that. 

Weirdly enough, Hongjoong is nice and even charming with Wooyoung’s friends. He greets each one of them with a smile and asks them silly things that make his friends fall down on the trap. Under Wooyoung’s attentive eyes, he notices how Hongjoong tilts his head this way, smiles, and then covers his mouth with his hand that has his pinky painted. Hongjoong would fucking giggle and flutter his eyelashes when one of his friends said something about music. He would say a: 

“Oh? Really?” 

And, god, Wooyoung would look at his friends’ faces blushing and how they tripped over their own words. 

Pathetic. 

“Dude, your brother is fucking hot.” Yeonjun says when they are already in Wooyoung’s room. 

It was the first time Wooyoung invited them over to his house and Wooyoung was already regretting doing it.  It was a nightmare of almost ten minutes looking at Hongjoong’s manipulating them while his friends started sweating like idiots. 

“He isn't my brother.” Wooyoung corrects him. 

“Step-brother.” 

“Whatever, he isn't my brother.” Wooyoung groans, plopping down on his bed and watching his two friends sitting wherever in his room. “He's just a nuisance and a gremlin.” 

“He's cute.” Changbin comments, sitting down on the chair by his desk. Wooyoung feels like gagging when he notices the blush on his face hasn't disappeared. For his bad luck, Changbin was the victim of Hongjoong’s interested questions because it appears like Hongjoong also enjoys music and production. “I… I m-mean, I'm not gay or nothing like that! But he's cute.” 

“I am gay,” Wooyoung says as a matter of fact. “And I think he's horrible.” 

“Well, I don't care. I could totally be gay for him.” Yeonjun announces, sitting down beside Wooyoung and rounding his shoulders with one arm. “Should I start calling you ‘brother in law’, Wooyoung-ah?” 

Ugh. 

He hates Hongjoong. 

A total dick. 

He hates him, seriously. 

But things were going to change fast. 

-

To celebrate their anniversary, his parents announce they are going to Jeju for the weekend. For that reason, both Wooyoung and Hongjoong will be in charge of the house and to take care of themselves. Wooyoung understands why they weren't invited to a love trip, but still, at the moment he hears the news he decides he would rather disappear than spending two days with Hongjoong only. 

For that reason, that same night after they have been told the plan, Wooyoung burst in Hongjoong’s room to tell him: 

“You’ll be in charge of the house.” 

“Don't you know how to knock or are you too stupid to learn how to use your hands to do something different than jerking in the shower?” 

Sitting on his bed, Hongjoong seems to be doing something on his computer and by his side, pressed on top of the covers, there's a notebook but because of the angle it is blocked from Wooyoung’s view. Hongjoong’s room is kind of messy; his desk full of papers and notebooks, the wardrobe to the right side is half open and Wooyoung sees a pile of clothes on both the desk chair and at the bottom of his bed. Wooyoung doesn't spend a lot in Hongjoong’s room, but besides being a mess to the eye it’s full of color like if Hongjoong didn't have the opportunity to decide which color palette to follow. The walls are white (same as Wooyoung’s) but the curtains are a pale yellow, the bed covers a light pink, the bed sheets white, the desk is a dark brown and the gamer chair is also pink. 

Wooyoung doesn't understand the logic behind that choice because Hongjoong is not a gamer. 

The older boy looks tinier with his big, white shirt that uncovers one of his shoulders. It gives Wooyoung a perfect view of his long neck and his prominent collarbones. Under the artificial lighting of the room, Hongjoong’s skin looks golden and Wooyoung is sure he can see a glimpse of Hongjoong’s brown nipples below the shirt. 

Wooyoung doesn't know what the other is doing but probably studying. Hongjoong is always studying. 

A whole nerd. 

Rolling his eyes, Wooyoung knocks on the wood of the open door in a mocking manner. 

“Knock, knock! You’ll be in charge of the house.” Hongjoong doesn't reply to that but he raises one eyebrow. “I’ll be with San. That’s like, better than staying here with you.” 

Slowly, Hongjoong tilts his head and gives him what seems like a sweet smile. 

“I thought your boyfriend changed you for someone uuuhm, way taller and more intelligent.” Hongjoong’s voice is velvet. It's horrible how he doesn't need to raise his voice for his stupid words to enter Wooyoung’s ear. “Or perhaps I should call him your ex-boyfriend? That's the right term, isn't it?” 

Wooyoung feels a vein popping on his forehead.  

This is one of the million reasons for Hongjoong to be nothing but an asshole; he can say stupid comments like that one with that pretty smile of his. It makes Wooyoung go nuts. He knows Hongjoong had a dental treatment when being a teenager because he has seen him wearing his retainer at night, but now the only thing he can think of is how a waste of money that was. 

Hongjoong doesn't need a pretty, perfect smile. 

“San isn't my-”

“Of course not,” Hongjoong says with a condescending tone, pressing one hand on the bed. “Tall and handsome boy is his boyfriend. What was his name again… Yunho?” 

“He's my best friend.” Wooyoung continues as if Hongjoong had never interrupted him in the first place. He wants to erase that bratty smile from his face. “Has always been only that. Something that probably you, someone without friends, can't understand. And also? Fuck you.” 

Ugh, how annoying Hongjoong is. 

Wooyoung is more than ready to get away those two days. He is ready to eat late-at-night pizza, drink soju and beer, probably dance a little and be stupid in peace. He wants to go around without hearing Hongjoong’s nagging or passive-aggressive comments. Wooyoung just wants to brush his teeth without the constant fear of Hongjoong knocking on the door with that annoying way of his, saying how Wooyoung is taking years and he needs to use the bathroom asap . 

He's super ready but of course- of fucking course, Wooyoung is already at San’s flat when he notices he left his charger at home. And it could be nothing, but San uses Samsung and there is no way it will work to charge Wooyoung’s iphone. Like that, there's no other option than going back there.

Wooyoung curses at himself the whole ride back home because he can't understand how he left his charger. That's literally the same as leaving his phone! His phone is absolutely useless without the charger because after two years of use, it has this tiny detail where the battery runs low quickly. 

When Wooyoung enters the house, taking his shoes off at the entry, he notices how quiet it is. A quick check at the first floor makes him notice Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen and it works for him. Wooyoung can already imagine Hongjoong’s mocking comments if he finds out Wooyoung had to come all the way back because he forgot his charger. 

He would never leave him in peace. 

Wooyoung climbs the stairs, thinking solely on his mission and he's going to his room when he stops in the middle of the hallway. For a moment, he can only stay standing there with his brain processing what is happening because at first, Wooyoung just hears weird noises but can't connect them to a source. He blinks and turns around, facing Hongjoong’s door. 

It’s half open. 

A tiny voice inside Wooyoung tells him he's hearing something he shouldn't be. In fact, he understands what he's listening to and knows that the best thing to do, would just get the fucking charger and get the fuck away from there before this turns into a more awkward situation. But… but Wooyoung doesn't understand himself. The morbid feeling growing inside him makes him move his body slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible and like that, Wooyoung gets closer to the room that has the lights on. He presses his hands on the door and pushes it a little, trying to spy what's happening inside. 

A part of him thinks Hongjoong used the opportunity to sneak someone in the house. 

It would be great material to tease him later. 

Yet it's nothing like that. 

Wooyoung can't believe his eyes. 

On top of the bed he sees only Hongjoong but fuck, he's wearing a white crop-top, high pink socks and a a freaking pink skirt. He's moaning and breathing softly, releasing tiny noises. Hongjoong’s legs are spread wide and Wooyoung notices one of his hands between them, touching himself considering the movement of his whole arm. His other hand is busy holding his phone in front of his face and he finally understands the unknown sounds: the other is watching porn. 

Wooyoung knows he shouldn't look. The situation is weird enough already and he understands this is a private moment. He realizes that and doesn't believe Hongjoong should have his privacy violated like this, but… Wooyoung is stuck in place. His legs don't respond to take him away from there and his eyes don't turn away from Hongjoong’s body. He keeps on observing how Hongjoong’s hand is moving in a messy rhythm that seems awkward. When Wooyoung sees the bulge on his skirt, he comprehends Hongjoong is not jerking himself off but actually fingering himself. 

Crap.  

Hongjoong has always been pretty, but looking at him like this… exposed on top of his bed, making himself feel good by playing with his asshole is different. Wooyoung feels his heart beating faster, skin burning and his pants getting tighter. 

Hongjoong’s face is flushed and shiny because of the sweat. It makes Wooyoung wonder, since when has he been playing with himself like this? Hongjoong’s pretty mouth is parted open, lips red and puffy probably because of him biting them more than once. Wooyoung wonders if he tried to muffle his moans and the idea of Hongjoong feeling good, but holding himself makes a fire grow in his stomach. 

Wooyoung’s eyes keep drinking in each centimeter of skin. 

Hongjoong’s legs look perfect and Wooyoung can see the line of his high socks hugging the flesh, making it look more appealing. Wooyoung has the sudden urge of biting it and marking it with his mouth and nails. The crop top shows Hongjoong’s tummy and because he's arching his back, moving his hips as if he was trying to fuck himself in his fingers, his ribcages appear from time to time. Hongjoong’s skin looks immaculate and Wooyoung pictures himself on top of him, holding that perfect waist and licking from his belly button, thrusting his tongue inside his belly to make him squirm in place and then keep on licking all the way up until he could lick his nipples and suck his boobs. 

He can picture himself between Hongjoong’s legs, stretching them open and fondling the flesh between his fingers. Wooyoung wonders if Hongjoong’s skin is as soft as it looks. He bets it does because he has seen the expensive body lotions and creams Hongjoong has in the bathroom. 

From his position, Hongjoong moans louder, seeming as if he quickened his pace. However, it gets slow again and Hongjoong pants. 

Wooyoung smirks, feeling pleasure in the way the older one frowns and pouts, practically whining and lowering down the arm that is holding the phone. 

Pretty boy can't even fuck himself properly. 

Hongjoong starts moving his hips again, grinding the air and trying to fuck himself down but the position seems uncomfortable and tiredsome. His arms lower down and he presses his elbows on the bed. Poor little thing, it almost breaks Wooyoung’s heart the way Hongjoong sniffs. He moves again, trying to find a better position and in a moment, he ends up pressing his right cheek on the bed and that's when his dizzy eyes meet Wooyoung’s focused ones. 

Both of them freeze on the spot. 

Wooyoung has one second of inner panic trying to decide what's the best option to come out of this alive, when his body and mind seem to decide on their own what he should do. 

“W-What the fuck are you doing there?!” Hongjoong asks in an angry tone, but Wooyoung can't ignore the way he stuttered at the beginning of the question. “You fucking-” 

“This is what you do when you're alone?” Wooyoung asks while pushing the door more open and stepping inside. It could be a trick of his mind, but he's sure the air there is hotter and heavier. He walks to approach the bed and in reaction, Hongjoong closes his legs to try to cover himself. Probably because of the anger and shame, his face is completely red. “Didn't know you were a whore, hyung. This is the reason you lock yourself in your room so much?” 

“A-Are you out of your mind?!” Hongjoong yells, voice high pitched. He keeps his legs closed and moves on the bed as if he was trying to press himself to the wall, away from Wooyoung’s presence. The phone has already fallen, getting lost in the mess of sheets and pillows, but the nasty sounds are still present in the room. “Get out! Get out right fucking now!” 

Hongjoong keeps trying to crawl away and hide himself, but between the wall and Wooyoung’s body there's no more room to run.

“You were being so loud I thought something bad happened, you know? Got here thinking I needed to protect you from something or that you were hurt, but I found you on your bed, spreading your legs open and looking like a slut. At least you have the prudence of shutting the curtains so our neighbors can't see you.” Wooyoung stands at the side of the bed and in one quick movement, holds Hongjoong’s wrist. 

Hongjoong’s fingers are shiny and wet, and there's a faint sweet smell attached to his skin. It makes Wooyoung think about cotton candy. 

He eyes the bed and notices a small, innocent pink bottle there. 

“Now I understand why you were so cranky the whole time.” Wooyoung murmurs, not letting Hongjoong’s wrist go. He smirks at the other. “Didn't have someone to fuck your properly, as you deserve.” 

“W-What are…? Let me go, creep!” Finally snapping out of his stupor, Hongjoong sits down and tries to free himself. It seems like he's ready to hit him in the head if necessary. “Don't fucking touch me-” 

“You're a slut, hyung.” Wooyoung whispers and without losing a beat, he holds Hongjoong’s wrist strongly and places it behind his back. 

He has to force his body to turn over, making Hongjoong face the wall and for a second, he doesn't move as if he couldn't understand what the heck happened. Hongjoong tosses, groans and tries to push him away with his free hand, but for Wooyoung it is easy to keep him calm when he squeezes his wrist harder than before. It does the trick to keep Hongjoong calm; the boy whimpers and whines. 

Below his hold, Hongjoong feels delicate. 

With all the tossing Hongjoong’s skirt has lifted, revealing more of his legs and the sweet smell gets stronger than before. Wooyoung catches a glimpse of his cock’s red head. 

“Did you buy that lube yourself?” Wooyoung asks, releasing some of the pressure on Hongjoong’s wrist. He doesn't want to hurt him. “That's cute. A sweet smell. I should have imagined it. I can actually picture you with only sweet things around.” 

“Shut up, p-please,” Hongjoong whimpers, pressing his thighs together, “just shut the fuck up.” 

“Such a brat.” 

Pressing one knee on the bed, Wooyoung gets closer to Hongjoong’s back and places his free hand on Hongjoong’s knee. It feels as soft as he thought it was going to be and when he starts caresing it, going up and below his skirt, Wooyoung notices the way Hongjoong’s breathing gets stronger and harder. Wooyoung can feel the goosebumps appearing on Hongjoong’s skin and how he shivers under his attention. 

Hongjoong tries to press his legs together, preventing Wooyoung from sneaking his hand between them but he's able to touch his dick. 

It seems that with all the fuss it got a little soft. 

“I can help you.” 

Wooyoung tries to watch his hyung’s face and he notices how Hongjoong is biting his lower lip, picking on the dry skin. His pretty eyes are getting teary and although he keeps his legs closed, Wooyoung notices his hard nipples below the crop top. Wooyoung wants nothing more but to put his mouth on them and suck them. Hongjoong has a soft chest, even when he tried to ignore it Wooyoung couldn't keep his eyes away each time he appeared wearing his tight shirts. 

Hongjoong mewls and he sighs. 

He's getting aroused. 

“I understand now,” Wooyoung whispers to Hongjoong’s ear, “you're a brat because you need a good fuck. Weren't you trying to catch my attention this whole time? Acting like you did.” 

With his hand still holding his wrist, Wooyoung starts caressing his leg again. He does it in tender manners, almost not touching him at all. He adores how Hongjoong’s body trembles with each movement and how, when he moves, his cock bounces below his skirt. Wooyoung keeps his eyes on his expressions; Hongjoong closes his eyes and frowns, presses his lips together to then part them and sigh. 

Wooyoung’s hand goes up and below the piece of clothing, lifting the fabric. He traces patterns with his nails and in that moment, Hongjoong parts his thighs a little. It feels like a victory and Wooyoung doesn't lose his time to sneak his hand further, touching his balls and going down below to trace his wet cheeks. The lube on his skin feels sticky and kind of cold already, but Wooyoung doesn't care. He smiles when he hears Hongjoong’s high pitched moan when he caresses his crack, parting his asscheeks. 

“You're nothing but a baby girl waiting for being fucked dumb, aren't you?” Wooyoung says to his ear, kissing his earlobe and not being able to hold himself, pressing his lips on Hongjoong’s neck. He smells good; something faint and sweet, probably thanks to the lotions. “Empty pussy needs to be filled.” 

“I d-don't have a-” 

“You do.” Wooyoung interrupts him, softly biting and pulling his earlobe. “Only baby girls would wear a slutty skirt like this one. Bet you never had a real cock in your life, baby. I saw you,” his voice is husky. He can't stop picturing Hongjoong on his bed, using his fingers to pleasure himself, “your useless fingers couldn't make you feel good, didn't they? Poor thing.” 

Hongjoong closes his eyes and turns his face away giving more access to his neck. Wooyoung notices how his cock is getting harder again, standing up straight and lifting the fabric of his pink skirt. 

Smiling, Wooyoung carefully releases Hongjoong’s wrist, noticing how a red bruise shaped as his fingers is appearing. He climbs on the bed, getting close to Hongjoong’s feet and before the other can say something, Wooyoung pushes him. It seems like Hongjoong is not thinking about fighting anymore because his body falls softly on the mattress, hands going to his chest as if he was trying to  cover himself from Wooyoung’s eyes but it doesn't matter because in that position he now has a privilege view to his wet dick and ass. 

Wooyoung takes a second to observe him. 

Hongjoong is pretty everywhere, even from that angle. He should have imagined that his hyung waxed; looking at him Wooyoung doesn't see a glimpse of hair on him. He already knew he did that to his legs, but it kind of surprises him he also keeps his cock and ass clean. 

How endearing. 

Wooyoung wants to eat him, to devour him and make him whine and cry. He wishes to punish him for being such a brat all the time, for making his life miserable and teasing him all the time. Wooyoung wants to spank him and humiliate him for all the times he made him look like an idiot in front of his friends and for all of the comments he had to endure these past months. 

He wants to wreck Hongjoong until he cries and yells his name. To hell with their neighbors; Wooyoung wouldn't care less if they called the police because of the noise. He wishes to fuck Hongjoong until the only sounds leaving his mouth are Wooyoung’s name, moans and whimpers. He wants to have him crying and still on his cock, fucked out enough for him to be completely unable to use his mouth to say his sassy comments. 

“I’ll make babygirl feel good.” Wooyoung whispers, getting closer to Hongjoong. He looks so cute dressed with his crop top and skirt, just like a pretty doll. It's perfect for Wooyoung to ruin. “I’ll make you cum until you can’t anymore, baby. I’ll make your pussy happy.” 

“N-No, I-” 

“Does babygirl want my help?” 

Although Hongjoong shakes his head side to side, his legs keep open and having access to his private area, Wooyoung tilts his head and caresses the side of his dick with his finger. It's a ghost touch; Wooyoung uses nothing but his fingertip, almost petting the hard shaft. With that, Hongjoong shivers and his legs tremble, feet pressing stronger on the bed. 

“N-No…” Hongjoong’s mouth opens and closes. It seems like he doesn't know where to look. “I… I…” 

As a warning, Wooyoung slaps his inner thigh. The sound echoes in the room at the same time Hongjoong yelps, looking at him in surprise with big, deer eyes. Wooyoung smiles, noticing how the skin is turning pink. Using that same hand with which he spanked him, Wooyoung massages the area and coos at him. Hongjoong’s lip tremble in an adorable pout. 

“Your body wants it.” He whispers, looking at Hongjoong’s eyes. “Say it, come on. Say babygirl wants it and wants her pussy to feel good.” 

Hongjoong blinks and same as before, his mouth moves but no intelligible word comes out. Nothing but dumb sounds that go between whimpers to moans. Wooyoung keeps caressing his leg, starting from his ankle and then going all the way up to his knee, finishing on his thigh. He can't hold himself and at the end, Wooyoung uses both of his hands to go to the part that has been catching his attention this whole time: Hongjoong’s ass. 

Wooyoung’s hands go between his asscheeks and using a tiny amount of strength, he thrusts his hands in between them. He doesn't part them completely, but caresses the inside to tease him. Wooyoung wants nothing more but to open them and look at his hole. He wants to see how it looks and tease it with his fingers, tongue and then fuck it with his cock. 

His actions make Hongjoong break. 

“Baby… babygirl wants it!” Hongjoong’s face is completely flushed, even his neck. He has his eyes closed, face turned to the ceiling. His hands that were previously on his chest are now squeezing the bedsheets. “Please… please make my pussy feel good!” 

“Ah, hyung, aren't you ashamed of speaking like that? You called your asshole a pussy!” Wooyoung laughs loudly, observing how Hongjoong’s eyes open up to watch him and how he starts shaking his head again. “You really are a slut! Fuck, this is hilarious. Shouldn't we record you?” 

“I didn't!” Hongjoong cries out, snapping. “You were… you-”

“Whatever. I will help you as you wished.” 

Wooyoung doesn't wait more to have his hands all over the other. He places them in Hongjoong’s inner thighs to stretch him open. Ignoring his protests, Wooyoung sits closer between them and with his eyes stuck on the puckering hole, he presses two fingers to then start inserting them. Wooyoung groans at the same time Hongjoong moans, raising his hips and making his dick bounce on top of his abdomen. The boy is really wet and already stretched, surely because he has been playing with himself for a long time and it works perfectly because like that, Wooyoung can move his fingers. He scissors them inside to stretch his hole more, teasing him and looking at how it opens beautifully, and then draws circles to hit Hongjoong’s walls with the tip of his digits. 

“Ah! Ah! F-Fuck!” 

Hongjoong’s hands pull at the sheets while his back arches, having just his shoulders pressed on the bed. 

It's amazing how responsive he is and it makes Wooyoung think that maybe he is used to having his ass touched. The idea of Hongjoong touching himself each night, for some reason, makes Wooyoung hot in his place. He can feel his dick twitching inside his pants while imagining Hongjoong opening his legs in the darkness of his room, when the rest of the house was probably asleep, he would be playing with his cock and stuffing his hole. 

Wooyoung thinks about Hongjoong moaning softly or biting his lips to keep himself quiet… or even better than that, he thinks about Hongjoong fingering himself and using his free hand to place his fingers inside his mouth. Hongjoong would suck them thinking it was someone’s cock and oh damn, right now Wooyoung wants to be that person. He wants to press his cock against Hongjoong’s mouth to fuck his throat and fill him with his cum. He will make sure of stuffing him from both sides. 

“Your pussy is really wet, baby.” Wooyoung smirks, pressing one hand beside Hongjoong’s body and thrusting his fingers faster and stronger inside him. “You were really naughty! Didn't you? Making yourself feel all good and stretching your legs open like a fucking whore, dressed as one as well.” 

“Ah, ah, ah!” 

“Dumb baby can't speak.” Wooyoung mocks. “And with just two fingers inside. You're really a slut.” 

Hongjoong’s eyes close and open, as if he doesn't know what to do with himself. The sweat on his forehead is more present than before and the way his eyes are dark with need and lust make Wooyoung smile wider. 

He goes to hold Hongjoong’s face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks until the boy is looking ahead at him and his mouth becomes a pout. 

“Let's try three.” 

Wooyoung inserts the third finger and Hongjoong whines, closing his eyes and pressing his feet on the bed to support himself. Wooyoung’s movements go fast and rough, not caring about being careful (nor he didn't care. He just wants to destroy the twink). The muscles of his arm tense with the effort, but Wooyoung doesn't care about the aching and probably soreness he will get. He curls his fingers to make sure of searching for Hongjoong’s special spot and he can feel how the boy is getting tighter by the second. 

He releases Hongjoong’s face to thrust two fingers inside his needy mouth and the boy just takes them in, sucking them and biting them softly. Wooyoung chuckles, fucking Hongjoong from both sides with messy movements but he doesn't care because the picture is amazing. Hongjoong’s tongue feels great on his fingers, wetting them and the sounds he has been making become sloppy. 

“Look at you… Babygirl is fucked dumb already just with fingers! Dirty whore.” Wooyoung groans, curling the digits inside Hongjoong’s hole and hitting his sweet spot. He knows because of the pressure in the place and the way Hongjoong’s whole body tenses. “I bet you wanted this and for that reason you acted like a brat this whole time… Wanted my attention? I bet you wished for me to stuff you with my cock or feed you with it. I should do that…” 

Wooyoung remembers all the comments and mocking Hongjoong has done… At the same time, he imagines himself taking the boy to press him against the wall and fuck him silly until he can't do nothing more but cry and beg for him. Wooyoung pictures himself holding Hongjoong by the waist to sit him on his cock, so he can fuck him while he's watching television or trying to eat his dinner. 

“I bet that would keep you quiet.” 

“W-Wooyoung-ah, y-your fingers…” Hongjoong’s voice is muffled. The tears go down his cheeks. “Too f-fast! They are too big!” 

“It's because your pussy is small.” Wooyoung says, emphasizing the words with other fast thrusts, using his whole arm to go quicker. “But well, you need to get used to this because my cock is bigger, baby. I’ll fuck you until you can't think in nothing more. I’ll stretch your pussy until you can take my cock.” 

Wooyoung doesn't relent in his movements. He notices how Hongjoong’s cock is making a disaster in his pretty skirt; the poor little thing doesn't stop bouncing and making everything wet. The nasty sounds of Hongjoong’s hole being fucked are combinated with the boy’s moans making a dirty orchestra that, for Wooyoung, sounds better than any porn he has seen in his life. 

He wants to make Hongjoong come apart. 

Wooyoung presses his finger stronger to hit Hongjoong’s walls and the boy tenses, for a moment not being able to do nothing but keep his legs open. His mouth is useless under the attack of Wooyoung’s fingers that keep thrusting inside, almost gagging him; saliva runs down Hongjoong’s chin and the tears are also mixing on his jawline. He looks fucked out and, for Wooyoung, the prettiest he has ever seen. He wants to picture his face to save it forever. 

“Princess feels good? Did I fuck you dumb?” 

Hongjoong doesn't have any other option but to keep on moaning, trying to focus his eyes to look at Wooyoung. 

“You're this dumb from just my fingers.” Wooyoung laughs. “I didn't even need to touch your cock… Okay, I’ll take this orgasm from you. Fuck, cum, baby, make a mess in your pretty clothes.” 

Amazed, Wooyoung observes how Hongjoong cums with a shriek; his body makes a beautiful arch, showing his abdomen and his chest, uncovering part of his nipples and the skirt falls down. With that, his cum doesn't only make a disaster on his skirt and abdomen but also around him. The semen falls down on the sheets and even part of Hongjoong’s chest. It makes Wooyoung wonder how the other would look with his face full of his own cum; Wooyoung would need to bend him over to do that but the idea sounds great. 

He laughs because he didn't really expect Hongjoong to cum just from his hole. 

“Oh, princess, aren't you a gift? So sensitive and just with three fingers up your ass… The things I want to do to you.” Wooyoung keeps moving his fingers inside Hongjoong’s hole, noticing how the walls are spasming around the digits. He observes how the boy’s cock gets soft, small droplets of cum still leaving his head. “And you came so much… Poor thing probably didn't have an orgasm like this in a while. Did you know it's good for your health to cum a lot?” 

Hongjoong yells, he tosses and moves his hips as if he was trying to get away from Wooyoung’s fingers. His hands that have been holding the sheets this whole time go to push him by his wrist. Wooyoung notices how his body is trembling. 

“C-Can't… please, no more…” Hongjoong babbles. “Too sensitive.” 

Wooyoung smirks but takes his fingers out without a care, looking at how the hole clenches around nothing. He takes his wet fingers to Hongjoong’s mouth, pressing them on his lips and looking at his embarrassed expression, how he tries to look away. Wooyoung uses the opportunity to dry his digits on Hongjoong’s warm cheek. 

While Hongjoong is trying to calm himself down, Wooyoung takes his pants and underwear off. He hisses when he touches his erection. He caresses himself with one hand, trying to release some of the pressure and before Hongjoong can move away, he traps him below him. Wooyoung positions himself on top of the other, taking Hongjoong’s hands and pressing them at each side of his head. The boy moans when Wooyoung humps his bare erection against his abdomen; Hongjoon’s cock is still kind of soft, but Wooyoung knows that will change sooner. 

He kisses Hongjoong’s face and then the corner of his mouth, to finally lick his lips and kiss him fully. Hongjoong gasps and moans at that, opening his mouth and allowing Wooyoung’s tongue to massage his muscle. It's a dirty kiss that ends with Wooyoung spitting some saliva on Hongjoong’s tongue, just because he adores his reactions. 

Hongjoong mewls when Wooyoung’s big cock touches his. It makes the younger one giggle, looking down at their crotches and noticing the difference in size. Hongjoong’s cock looks so tiny and cute compared to Wooyoung's. 

“Babygirl, fun has just started.” He whispers against his mouth, biting his lower lip and pulling at it. “We have the whole weekend for us.” 

“I'm s-sensitive, please, I can't cum anymore.”

“But you only came once, baby.” Wooyoung coos, grinding his cock stronger. “Look at your cute cock! It's starting to wake up too! I need to fill you up, baby. I’ll tell you when it's enough of you cumming.” 

“N-no, I…” 

“And your nipples also need some attention.” 

Wooyoung uses one hand to lift Hongjoong’s crop top, finally having access to his chest and without stopping the movement of his hips, he takes one bud inside his mouth. He sucks the little thing, making Hongjoong cry again and arch his body to press his chest closer to his face. Wooyoung uses his tongue to draw circles and hit the nipple with the tip of his tongue. It tastes so good. He tries to bite it softly and then pulls at it, noticing how Hongjoong cries under the attention. After that, he changes to the other one and notices that Hongjoong’s soft cock is getting harder again. 

“I’ll fuck you, princess.” 

Wooyoung takes his cock and presses it to Hongjoong’s entry. He starts thrusting it slowly, looking at Hongjoong’s face and how his eyes keep closed, mouth open to release breathy sounds. Wooyoung can't help but coo, kissing his chin and having his fun with Hongjoong’s nipple. He groans while sucking them, feeling Hongjoong’s walls hugging his cock and finally, when he's placed deep inside the other, he sighs and sits down on his calves. Wooyoung holds Hongjoong’s legs to keep him spread for him, massaging his thighs. 

“You feel so good, princess.” 

“Too big, too big!” Hongjoong whines, once again holding the sheets and the pillows at his sides. “You're too big! I c-can't… I'm going to… it's going to break me!” 

“Don't worry, darling, you’ll get used to it.” Wooyoung smiles, giving a first thrust. Hongjoong’s body feels so good he can't believe it. He grunts and moans too when the head of his cock hits deep inside the other. “Is it the first cock you have taken? Come on, answer me.” 

Hongjoong closes his eyes but a stronger thrust from Wooyoung makes him talk: 

“Y-Yes! I never-” 

“Oh, I'm glad then.” Wooyoung laughs again, hovering over Hongjoong’s body and pressing his hands at each side of his head. In that position, he starts moving his hips to fuck his cock inside. He can hear the sound of his hips hitting Hongjoong’s butt and his balls moving. “I don't want my hyung losing his time with assholes. You are mine from now on, did you hear it? I'm the only one who can fuck you like this, after all…” Wooyoung grins, licking the sweat on Hongjoong’s neck. “We are kind of family already.” 

“This is wrong, so wrong, so wrong-” Hongjoong murmurs at that, but his hands go to grab Wooyoung’s shoulder to press him closer to him. 

“But it feels good, hyung . ” 

He fucked him quick and fast, using his mouth to mark Hongjoong’s chest and collarbones. In a moment, Hongjoong’s hand go up to grab his long hair, tugging at it and making Wooyoung fuck him harder in reaction. He's using enough strength to hit the bed against the wall and Wooyoung thinks it is a good thing their parents are not there. 

“I'm going to cum inside you, princess, I’ll fill you.” He grunts, mouthing his already sensitive nipples. “I’ll make you cum from my dick only.” 

Hongjoong cries and moans the whole time, his cock trapped between their bodies. He's unable to do anything but to take whatever Wooyoung gives him. 

When Wooyoung feels his orgasm approaching, he starts thrusting faster and going deeper. Like that, his cock is buried deep inside when he cums and his mouth catches Hongjoong’s, kissing him messily and drinking his whimpers. Hongjoong’s nails scratch his scalp, making him whine in pain and pleasure. It feels euphoric and Wooyoung can't help but take his cock out to look at Hongjoong’s puffy rim slowly pouring the cum out. 

He doesn't stop there. 

Wooyoung fucks Hongjoong non-stop. 

He fucks him doggy style on the bed, not taking the skirt off but the crop top already on the floor. It’s perfect the way Hongjoong arches his back and how his big ass is in front of him, so Wooyoung can grab the cheeks and spank him to hear him whimper with each stroke. He fucks him by supporting himself on his knees, hitting deep inside and scratching Hongjoong’s back, looking at the way red marks appear. 

“Dirty girl… so good for me. I'm going to breed you, baby,” Wooyoung hisses to Hongjoong’s ear. “You're going to grow a belly because of me.” 

Hongjoong cums with one strong thrust. 

Wooyoung takes his time playing with Hongjoong’s nipples; he uses his mouth, fingers and then even Hongjoong’s pencils and a feather he found from the bed cover. Hongjoong is really sensible, crying for release and his cock getting harder again because of the attention. Wooyoung can't help but squeeze his boobs and then pull his nipples, adoring the way Hongjoong cries: 

“Hurts, hurts, hurts!” 

In a moment, when Hongjoong’s ass looks puffy Wooyoung moves his body so Hongjoong’s head is hanging from the edge of the bed upside down. He stands up and guides his cock to his mouth. Hongjoong doesn't seem to have enough experience and more than once he gags and coughs, but Wooyoung fucks his mouth as best as he can and when Hongjoong’s whimpers become too much, Wooyoung allows the boy to suck his dick at his own rythm. Hongjoong does that in a kind of trance, licking Wooyoung’s cock as if it was a lollipop; his pink tongue goes from the base to the tip, then to suck it and he tries to take the whole shaft inside his mouth, but he always cough before getting to the bottom of it.

Without losing a beat, Wooyoung made Hongjoong sit down on his face so he could play with his ass.

“Come on, on top of me.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“I don’t care. I wanna play with your ass.”

Wooyoung uses his tongue to fuck Hongjoong’s hole, tasting his own bitter cum mixed with the remaining sweetness of the lube. The older one has to press his hands on the wall to support himself, because his whole body trembles and Wooyoung makes sure to hug his legs to pull his body down, not allowing him to escape from his mouth. 

The vision of Hongjoong cumming like that it’s a delight. 

Just for fun, Wooyoung spanks his pouring cock, making Hongjoong throw his head back and release a loud moan.

He can’t know how much time has passed, but Hongjoong’s fucked out expression makes Wooyoung want to mess with him more. His body keeps reacting to Wooyoung’s touches and even when it takes some time, he keeps cumming. Hongjoong just allows Wooyoung to move him around. In a moment, he holds his hand, sits down on the bed and makes Hongjoong ride him. 

Hongjoong’s legs don’t have enough strength to bounce on top of him, but Wooyoung keeps his hands secured around his hips and raises his hips at the same time he pulls Hongjoong down. 

“Don’t stop, princess.” Wooyoung says, spanking Hongjoong’s ass each time he slows down. “Keep bouncing for me, come on.”

“T-tired, I’m too tire’….” Hongjoong whimpers, hands on Wooyoung’s thighs. His red cock hits his abdomen each time he moves. Now that he’s completely naked, Wooyoung drinks in the vision of his bare body full of marks he has done. He looks dirty. “I can’t-“

“You can and you will.” Wooyoung interrupts him, fuckimg his cock up inside Hongjoong. “I didn’t tell you it’s enough.”

Wooyoung fucks him full of cum and in a moment, he takes Hongjoong’s phone to make him watch his stupid porn videos while Wooyoung keeps fucking his cock inside his hole. Even Wooyoung doesn’t care about his own overstimulation, as long as he can watch Hongjoong’s expression and hear all of the noises he makes, he doesn’t care. When Wooyoung is unable to have an erection, he keeps using his tongue and fingers. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, hyung?” Wooyoung mocks him. Hongjoong’s chest is pressed on the bed and in front of him, the little screen of his phone shows a twink being destroyed by a giant cock. “Wanted to be fucked same as them? We should make our own video. I bet you would be a natural in front of the camera… What about posting it online?”

“No, please… not that.”

“Good girl,” Wooyoung praises him, caressing his ass. “You know I’m the only one who can have you like this.”

Both of them exhausted, Wooyoung allows Hongjoong to rest but with his cock inside his puffy entrance. He knows the bed is a disgusting mess and their bodies are covered in sweat and cum, but Wooyoung doesn’t care when he curls an arm around Hongjoong’s waist to press him to his chest. The boy falls asleep fast. 

Like that, in the morning, Wooyoung wakes him up by fucking him slowly. It’s adorable the way Hongjoong reacts even in his sleep; he gets whiny and releases low sounds, his ass clenching on Wooyoung’s cock. It's inevitable to caress Hongjoong’s cute cock, curling his hand around it so the boy can fuck his fist while Wooyoung pumps his dick in his ass. 

Hongjoong’s body is addicting. 

The whole day they go like that. 

Wooyoung fucks him in the living room; he lays him on the sofa, putting his legs on his shoulders and ramages inside him with the family pictures around them. Then, he carries Hongjoong’s body to the dining table, placing him there and eating his ass, slapping his cock when Hongjoong tries to close his legs and fucking him with the handler of a spatula from the kitchen. 

“You will remember this, hyung, when our parents come back and we have dinner here…” Wooyoung mumbles, licking Hongjoong’s knees and fucking the spatula in him. “You will remember how I fucked you silly.” 

Wooyoung also fucks him standing up, with Hongjoong’s bare chest pressed to the window that leads to the front yard. 

“Look at you, so dirty…” He whispers, licking his earlobe. With each movement Hongjoong’s chest grinds against the glass. “Everyone will be able to see you like this, but I don't think you mind that. You're a slut for attention, aren't you? Bet you want the rest to see how good I make you feel. After all, I’m sure the neighbors were able to hear you scream my name last night.” 

Wooyoung can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. 

Hongjoong’s body is like a ragdoll; he only moans and whispers his name, but his hole stretches for him. It keeps feeling good and warm. There are moments where Hongjoong doesn't cum and the only thing Wooyoung can take from him is a dry orgasm. When that happens, it's when Wooyoung decides to use Hongjoong’s mouth to keep his cock warm. 

Or Wooyoung plays with his nipples. 

After fucking him against the window, Wooyoung sits Hongjoong down on the sofa and kisses his forehead. He allows him to rest while he goes around the house searching for something and once he finds it, he goes back to look at Hongjoong’s naked body. They didn't even try to put some clothes on, after all Wooyoung wanted to have Hongjoong’s body ready for him. 

Hongjoong yelps when Wooyoung starts playing with him. 

This time he decides to use his mom’s wooden clothespin to pinch Hongjoong’s nipples. First, Wooyoung caresses the buds with his thumbs and then he takes each one to apply the spins. Hongjoong moves and shakes his head, saying that it hurts. Wooyoung can't help but be hypnotized with the way the clothespins move with Hongjoong, bouncing and making his nipples get redder. 

Wooyoung sits at his side, curling an arm around his waist and briefly touching the wood. He kisses Hongjoong’s cheek and caresses with the tip of his nose. 

“Ssssh, it's okay, princess. Your boobs wanted attention.” He says, his hand going up and down on Hongjoong’s side. “I’ll buy you pretty nipple clamps in the future.” 

“It h-hurts…” Hongjoong whispers, but his hands stay at his sides like the good boy he is. He turns his head to look at Wooyoung, big eyes filled with tears and his pouty mouth that turns irresistible for Wooyoung’s own mouth. “It hurts so much…” 

“But you like it, don't you?” Wooyoung chuckles, hitting one of the clothespin with his index finger to make it move. Hongjoong yelps. “You're getting hard already. Look, you're a painslut. You said ‘no’ but your body says yes. And your small cock is working so hard, hyung. It gets hard again and again. You're made to be fucked.” 

Hongjoong keeps in his position like a good boy while Wooyoung turns on the tv to watch a silly program. The whole time he keeps caressing Hongjoong’s skin and when he decides his nipples have had enough, he takes the clothespins off and kisses them to make the pain go away. 

Wooyoung could spend hours sucking Hongjoong’s boobs. 

He even makes sure of fucking the older boy in his parents bedroom. He wants each room in the house to be tainted with what they have been doing and Hongjoong just allowed it. He allows Wooyoung to carry his body as he wishes, making him stain their parent’s sheets and fucking him with a picture of they looking at them. 

And oh, such good luck! At that moment Hongjoong’s dad decides to call him to ask how everything is going. It was a good thing Wooyoung took Hongjoong’s cell phone with them (because at first, he wanted to take some pictures of his hyung). 

“Answer him.” Wooyoung says in a mocking tone while holding Hongjoong’s hips. The boy is on top of him but more than riding him, it’s Wooyoung the one doing all the work.

Hongjoong answers and the whole time he doesn't slow down his thrusts. Hongjoong has to bite his lip to muffle the sounds while having the phone pressed to his ear. Wooyoung, faintly, can hear his step-father's voice and something close to a question related to how they have been doing. Oh, how cute the way Hongjoong’s dad is so concern about him without knowing his beautiful son is being fucked by his step-brother in his own bed. 

“Tell him how good you are.” Wooyoung whispers, fucking his cock in a slow manner and noticing how a small bump appears in Hongjoong’s lower belly. “Tell him that there isn't a problem. You're having a great time here, don't you?” 

“I'm g-good…” Hongjoong whispers, trying his best to keep his voice composed. His father says something in response to that. “A-ah, y-yeah… Wooyoung is taking care of me and, ah !” Wooyoung hits his good spot. Hongjoong blushes and shakes his head. “I- no, no, sorry, I just hit my foot with a table… yeah… everything it's alright. He's r-really nice with me…” 

His father would never guess how his perfect son is not so innocent as he thought and that he's being turned into a personal slut. 

Wooyoung feels drunk with lust. 

It's like a poison. He wants to have Hongjoong just for himself from now on. 

They keep fucking until their parents arrive. That same day, Wooyoung made sure to help Hongjoong to bathe and oh, how endearing the way his perfect and immaculate skin was now a disaster of marks, hickeys, scratches and bruises because of Wooyoung’s hips. He knows Hongjoong will need to cover his body from their parents. 

He made sure to clean the whole house and when their parents arrive, Wooyoung says hello. Of course, when he's asked where Hongjoong is he just answers: 

“Oh, he's taking a nap. He's a little tired, that's all.” 

In front of others, Hongjoong kept acting like a brat most of the time but now Wooyoung didn't care because he had the excuse to punish him later. 

“Oh, yeah,” Wooyoung would answer when his mother asked him, “our relationship got better.” 

And yeah, for that reason Wooyoung sometimes sneaked inside Hongjoong’s room to sleep with him because he enjoyed talking with his hyung (not because he liked fucking him), or they spent more time together cuddling in the sofa to have a good time together (not because Wooyoung enjoyed playing with Hongjoong’s cock below the blanket). 

And oh, Wooyoung’s favorite thing was when he could stay at home with his hyung.