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"Orange Kiss! Orange Kiss! Orange Kiss!"
Heeseung can feel the walls of the club vibrating even from the outside. The loud chants of the patrons are barely dampened by the concrete. In his periphery, he can catch a sliver of multi-colored lights pouring through the tiny slits of the walls. There’s only so much he can bear. The stage lights always give him a migraine, so for the time being, he closes his eyes and lets his head rest against the wall as he breathes out the minty smoke out of his mouth.
They’re going to find him soon enough, cramped in the tiny space at the back of the club, smoking his anxiety out. They never learn to respect his time and mediated rituals. And when he hears the nearby gravel shuffle, he knows that he will need to stamp out his cigarette earlier than he intended to.
"Hyung," Jungwon calls out to him, but Heeseung doesn’t open his eyes. Instead, he lets his newly-puffed smoke sit at the back of his throat to warm it up. "We need to get onstage now."
Slowly, Heeseung lets the smoke trail through his mouth, leaving its minty taste on his tongue and out of his lips. He feels its warmth pat his cheeks momentarily. "I’m not going to perform without a drummer."
That jerk Han Joonho ghosted them a day before they were supposed to perform their new song. What an asshole. Maybe next time, they shouldn’t find new members through Craigslist. It’s the third time they’ve been left out in the dust, and Heeseung can’t afford to sacrifice the quality of their music just because one member won’t show up. Unless Han Joonho was dead somewhere in a ditch, he would never forgive him for sabotaging one of their most awaited nights.
"I know, that’s why I called a friend," Jungwon says.
Heeseung hesitantly creaks one eye open to see the two figures towering over him. Jungwon was accompanied by a much taller kid who looked like he was fresh out of high school, barely legal enough to even be at the club. The rebellious shade of his bleached hair doesn’t mask his baby face. "And who are you?"
The kid nervously bows and stutters. "I-I’m Nishimura Riki. Or Riki for short," he says. "I’m Jungwon’s friend. He asked me to fill in for your drummer."
"Have you ever played in a rock band before?" Heeseung follows up. The hesitation on Riki’s face makes him nervous, but he’s quite desperate to put on a show. He can’t let this night go to waste.
"I guess? When I was in middle school."
"He’s a good drummer, hyung," Jungwon defends. "I sent him the demo file earlier, and he said he could jam with us tonight. It’s better than nothing, right?"
Heeseung opens both of his eyes and straightens up from his squat. He takes another hit from his cigarette and exhales the smoke in a long trail. Jungwon unconsciously coughs. He gives Riki another once over and then looks at Jungwon. Even though it’s a last minute substitution, he’ll have to make do with what they have. Besides, if Jungwon says he’s good enough to play for their band, Heeseung has no other choice but to trust him. Jungwon hasn’t broken his trust yet, so far, anyway. Might as well give this one a shot, right?
With one last inhale, Heeseung stubs his cigarette out on the concrete wall and tosses it carelessly somewhere on the gravel. "Get inside, tell them we’re starting."
Jungwon smiles widely and drags Riki inside while Heeseung takes his time fixing his hair—and by "fix" he means messing it up more to give him that signature ‘bad boy look’ — before shrugging his coat off. Leather jackets are good to intimidate others, but it’s hell to wear in front of hot stage lights. When he gets to the back of the stage, he sees that the lights are all dimmed down, almost pitch black, and the rest of his bandmates are already on the stage. He locates his guitar easily and gets into position. The audience screams when they notice him taking the center stage.
Heeseung looks to his left and nods at Jungwon on the bass. Then he turns to the right and nods again to Jay to signal the start of the song. Jay nods back and plays the first bars with his guitar. Heeseung joins him along with his starting ad-libs.
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy.
And even though they didn’t have time to rehearse with Riki, he came in with the drums at the perfect timing. The stage lights shine upon them when he hits the cymbals and the band is on full blast. The audience screams even louder when Heeseung starts singing.
Say what you want and look at me
I stop being indifferent and everyone wants me now
And one of them is your heart
Heeseung steps back momentarily as Jay gets ready for the next verse. He fills in his own silence with improvised dance moves, if he can call jumping around the stage as ‘dance moves’. Jungwon harmonizes with Jay when he sings.
Heeseung then stops playing his guitar to get ready for the pre-chorus. He lets Jay take the lead. Then he raises his hands to clap to the beat, along with Riki, who was hitting his drumsticks. The crowd seems to have noticed and they follow his actions.
Then the whole band screams at the top of their lungs.
Let’s go!
Attention please!
Please pay attention
Please pay attention
Get it, get it
From the bar, Heeseung can see Jake dancing on his own too, as he serves the customers. The sight makes him laugh out the lyrics, but luckily, their instruments are loud enough to mask his imperfect enunciation.
Heeseung and Jungwon turn to each other as the post-chorus starts. Jungwon’s wide smile was once again painted all over his sweaty face. Behind them, Jay yells out his ad libs to hype the crowd up.
He lets Jungwon take the next verse. Even though many people regard Heeseung as their band’s frontman, the members’ popularity levels are about the same. It doesn’t matter who sings or who goes in front of the stage. There will be guaranteed cheers from the audience.
Jay sings the next part again while Heeseung directly talks to the crowd. "Everybody having fun tonight?" There was a rumble of ‘yes’ from the crowd. They all got the hang of the song cues and clapped their hands to the beat without prompting.
Everyone is staring at me
I want all of the popularity and love
Oh no! I don't know what to do
Twisted dreams
Let’s go!
At the next chorus, Heeseung gets up to the very edge of the stage. It’s a bit dangerous to do so, especially with all the hands that could grab him by the ankles or violate his person, but what’s the fun in being safe, right?
He screams the lyrics out until his lungs hurt and he lets the spotlight engulf him like the sun. Heeseung easily gets lost in the moment, but there’s no place he’d rather be but on stage. The vibrations running up his body and the noise of the club are all addicting. There’s no way he could ever let his performance fall short.
Heeseung goes back to his original spot and lets his guitar sing with Jay’s. The two of them bite their lips as they navigate through complicated chords effortlessly, trying their best not to make a mistake. Jay smirks at him when he finishes his bar and leaves Heeseung for his solo. Heeseung winks at him before turning back to the crowd and doing more elaborate gestures that always make them jump up.
Attention please!
Please pay attention
Please pay attention
Get it, get it
Why are you pretending
That you didn't see me
Why are you pretending
You didn't see me again
Panic, panic
Standing at the crossroads (Standing here)
I can’t barely move it (Save me)
Falling into a dilemma (Something like that)
I'm afraid of losing everything
The song finally ends, and the noise of their instruments is replaced with cheers and screams of their names. "Orange Kiss! Orange Kiss! Orange Kiss!" the crowd chants in unison as they ask for another performance.
Heeseung feels his sweat drench his whole body, his heart pumping a million beats a minute. And as he catches his breath for a moment, his eyes automatically search for something, someone in the crowd. It took him a second to finally catch a glimpse of that silver-blonde hair and pale skin, but he finally saw him there on the second floor of the club. There was a drink in his hand and a smile on his face.
He’s always been like that. Too close, yet still so far.
"Shit!" Sunoo curses as Heeseung pushes him against his apartment door.On nights like this, when Heeseung is pumped up after a gig and Sunoo looks like he’s a meal ready to be devoured, Heeseung can’t help but be a little rough. It's not a big deal; he knows Sunoo prefers it that way as well.
Heeseung smiles before diving in to take Sunoo’s lips on his own. There’s no finesse in the way they kiss, not when both of them are hungry for each other. Their tongues swirl around each other like whirlpools of pleasure, and Heeseung doesn’t hesitate to bite slightly at Sunoo’s already-bruised lips. His hands find their way down Sunoo’s cinched waist, and he’s not careful with the way he squeezes the soft skin there.
"I’m gonna wreck you," Heeseung breathlessly slips in when he breaks their kiss for a split second. "I’m gonna eat you up."
Sunoo groans and wraps his arms tighter around Heeseung’s neck to deepen their lewd kisses. Heeseung doesn’t take another second to put his palms over Sunoo’s ass, reveling in the way the younger one’s cheeks fit his hands like they’re molded for them. And then, with one knee, he opens Sunoo’s legs, pushing up the latter’s groin until he moans.
"Fuck… That feels good," Sunoo admits, eyelids fluttering in momentary pleasure.
Heeseung imagines so, especially when Sunoo is so sensitive. Heeseung loves that about him—how he doesn’t have to make too much effort to elicit a moan or a dirty expression from Sunoo. But it doesn’t discourage him from touching a little bit more or biting a little harder or kissing a little messier. He enjoys every second of having Sunoo’s time because not many people have that privilege.
Sunoo mewls as he humps Heeseung’s leg quite desperately. His bottom lip is stuck in his teeth, and he throws his head back when Heeseung pushes up in rhythm with his movements. His skin is a touch pinker than it was before they left the club, and Heeseung is excited to see it grow even redder as the night progresses. Perhaps he can also look forward to making Sunoo sob and beg because he deserves it—he was deliberately flirting with the club patrons in front of Heeseung all night.
They’re not in a relationship. Romantic attachments aren’t part of their deal. They’ve established that Sunoo can fuck whoever he wants and that Heeseung can do the same, but the truth is, Heeseung didn’t expect he’d be this fascinated and enamored by Sunoo. So, even if he'd never confess to his fucked up feelings, he’d just find avenues to express his frustration toward Sunoo’s flirtations where they could both benefit from it. Specifically, he’d do his best to rail Sunoo into the next life, and he’d get the pleasure of seeing Sunoo plead for his sanity.
The image in his head makes Heeseung grow impatient, so in one fell swoop, he hooks his arms under Sunoo’s thighs and carries him to the bedroom. He practically growls after seeing Sunoo on his bed. Messy hair, ruffled shirt, and those sinful leather pants. The leather clings onto Sunoo’s thighs, legs and ass, making him look like a perfect little meal.
Heeseung kneels on his bed and unzips Sunoo’s pants before harshly taking them off of him. Sunoo giggles when Heeseung momentarily struggles, but his face immediately falls when he realizes that Heeseung has noticed his little surprise.
"Fucking slut," Heeseung murmurs. He stares at the red lace panties that have been hidden underneath Sunoo’s pants the entire night. He can’t believe the younger strutted into the club while wearing this. He flirted with all those people while wearing a sinful piece of clothing. But then he smiles, realizing that none of them had the chance to see this for themselves.
He throws the piece of cloth away and puts his hands on Sunoo’s soft thighs, parting them as he moves forward. Not once did his eyes leave the younger one’s gaze, and as the seconds passed by, he felt Sunoo shrinking in his stare. He smirks. He likes it when Sunoo feels small.
His calloused fingers map out Sunoo’s smooth skin, leaving trails of fire with every swipe. Sunoo’s thighs shake, and his breath hitches when Heeseung suddenly moves down to lick a stripe on his skin.
"Ah… More…"
Heeseung chuckles. He puckers his lips and sucks a bruise on the plumpest part of Sunoo’s thighs, and he watches in fascination as the mark of his mouth blooms on the surface of his skin. He repeats it twice more before pushing Sunoo’s thighs up to place them on his shoulders. He sees the younger tremble in anticipation. But not yet. First, he must coax a plea from Sunoo’s cherry lips.
He draws circles with his palm on Sunoo’s outer thighs and watches the younger put on his puppy eyes in an attempt to appeal to Heeseung. It works for a second, but Heeseung knows by now that he must withhold his own urges to prolong the pleasure for as long as he can.
"You wore this to the gig? What exactly ran through your mind while picking this out?" Heeseung reaches out a hand and pulls on the garter of the waistband, letting it go in a second to hear the sharp sound it makes when it hits Sunoo’s skin. Sunoo gasps and claws at Heeseung’s shoulder.
"Just thought it’d look pretty," Sunoo breathlessly admits.
While Heeseung thinks that Sunoo does look pretty in his lace underwear, he can’t just confess to that because Sunoo would thrive in his praise. And tonight, Sunoo must know he’s getting punished for parading himself like a whore.
"What? You’d think Sunghoon would fuck you in these?" Heeseung presses on. That hit a nerve for both of them. Heeseung knows that Sunoo has a particular affection for Sunghoon and that Sunghoon feels the same way but never acts upon his feelings. And Heeseung hates it. He hates the way Sunoo is getting affected just by hearing his friend’s name when they both know Sunghoon would leave Sunoo’s feelings to rot.
Heeseung slaps Sunoo’s thigh, making the latter yelp in surprise. "He won’t do that. You’re too dirty for him. He knows half of the campus has already had a taste of you and no one wants sloppy seconds." Sunoo bites his lower lip.There’s an edge in his look that lets Heeseung know that he’s upset even though what Heeseung said isn’t all that true. Sure, Kim Sunoo is notorious for his party life, but he doesn’t take anyone home nor let just anyone take him somewhere. Which is why having him in Heeseung’s apartment right now is a rarity that even Heeseung can’t comprehend.
Out of all the people, why him?
He doesn’t let the question plague his thoughts for long. Instead, he kneels up on the bed again and starts fingering the buttons on Sunoo’s oversized shirt. Unlike earlier, he’s much gentler in unfastening the buttons. Sunoo stares up at him, getting drunk on the suspense of his actions. One by one, the buttons open to reveal the smooth skin underneath the shirt. His pink nipples perk up when Heeseung lightly grazes them with his thumb. Then, he leans down to lick at Sunoo’s navel, up his chest and to his clavicles before latching onto his neck lightly.
He feels Sunoo’s hips buck up slightly, searching for some kind of sensation, but Heeseung holds his pelvis down with one hand and leans on his other hand to look down at Sunoo once again.
It’s no secret that Sunoo is pretty, even more so up close. His perfect skin that creates gradients of pink around the cheeks and nose makes him look like a porcelain doll. His long lashes, sharp eyes, and plush cheeks all complement each other, like he’s been crafted by the gods themselves.
Heeseung kisses Sunoo again, pressing deeply into him, tasting the alcohol and lip balm that he likes using. He lets Sunoo take his shirt off for him, giving the younger the privilege to palm over the lithe planes of his body. Sunoo particularly likes his abs, but he always sneakily moves his hands down to feel Heeseung’s hard-on beneath his pants.
Heeseung inhales through his teeth as Sunoo gently squeezes his hardening dick and his body betrays him by pushing forward into the latter’s hand. He can’t help it. Sunoo’s hands are good at what they do.
"No one likes sloppy seconds, yet here I am," Sunoo murmurs. It gets Heeseung’s attention, and when he looks at Sunoo’s eyes, he sees a glint of mischief there. Sunoo said it not to hurt him, but for Heeseung to do something reckless. Lucky for him, Heeseung is not one to back out from a challenge.
He quickly raises his hand and strikes Sunoo on the cheek, making the younger throw his head to the side. His eyes are wide in shock, and the pain distracts him from Heeseung’s swift movements.
He takes Sunoo by the jaw and forces him to look up so he can kiss him again. It was messy, like all the other kisses they’ve shared. It's all tongue and teeth, and yet it sends a different kind of adrenaline rush. Sunoo likes it to hurt. Heeseung could tell as much.
"The fucking audacity," Heeseung says through gritted teeth. "Don’t forget, Sunoo: you’re the one who started all of this."
Months ago, in this very apartment, Sunoo knocked on his door. He was drunk, and his eyes were puffy from crying. Heeseung wanted to be a good friend and comfort him, but it led to a different consequence—the reason why they’re fucking twice a week. Sunoo was the one who kissed him first, was the one who begged for him. Sunoo was the one who said he wanted it to hurt. And Heeseung just blindly followed his command.
"Hhh…" Sunoo croaks. His eyes are starting to glaze with tears and it turns Heeseung on. He’s a pervert, a sadist, he thinks. Or maybe everything Sunoo does is just seductive, even merely breathing.
Heeseung pulls harshly at Sunoo’s hair until his neck is exposed and he sucks a large bruise under his jaw. Sunoo’s whole body vibrates, and Heeseung wonders what’s going on in his head. Heeseung guarantees that tomorrow, when Sunoo comes to the club, no one will dare touch him.
"Get on all fours, bitch," Heeseung commands before letting Sunoo go. His dick twitches as he watches Sunoo scramble on the bed, trying his best to get into the proper position. Sunoo’s snarky facade from earlier completely breaks down. Now, he looks desperate, anticipating each word that leaves Heeseung’s lips.
Heeseung removes all of his remaining clothes. He places a hand around Sunoo’s nape to force the younger to look down. Then, he takes a closer look at Sunoo’s lace panties. He traces the embossed patterns with his fingers before pulling at them lightly once, twice. The cloth squeezes Sunoo’s dick, so Heeseung hears the younger one moan.
The pleasure is quickly replaced by the sharp stinging pain of Heeseung’s slap. He aims it directly at Sunoo’s left butt cheek and revels in the sound that echoes against his walls. "Ha!" Sunoo gasps under him as the fair skin of his ass grows red. Heeseung does the same to the other cheek, and he only stops when his hand prints are prominently displayed on Sunoo’s skin. Then, he squeezes Sunoo’s ass and presses his hard dick on the dip between his cheeks, only separated by the lace panties.
"Fuck," Heeseung curses under his breath. He wants to punish Sunoo more, but he’s also extremely horny and wants to feel Sunoo’s hot insides. He tries to hold back for a few more moments, relieving himself by rubbing his shaft along the middle of Sunoo’s cheeks, feeling the soft lace scratch on his skin.
Sunoo presses against him for a second, but he instantly backs away to slap Sunoo one more time. "Behave."
"Hyung…" Sunoo calls out, drawing the syllables longer than usual. "Fuck me, please."
"I don’t think you deserve it," Heeseung negates. "You’ve been whoring yourself out since we started our performance. You think I wouldn’t notice?"
"I wanted you to notice, hyung," Sunoo says. "I wanted your eyes on me."
Shit, Heeseung thinks. Sunoo has no fucking clue what his words do to him. Heeseung knows that Sunoo is only saying that to fuel his libido, but damn, it also feeds his delusions that maybe Sunoo feels the same way about him.
"Liar," Heeseung mumbles.
He rips Sunoo’s panties at the seams and throws away the ruined garment. He hears Sunoo attempt to scold him, but he instantly shuts the latter up when he dives between his cheeks to prod at his tight hile with his tongue.
He revels in Sunoo’s heady taste. Even though he’s been doing this to Sunoo for months, he could never get enough of how sweet he is, like ripe peaches for him to devour. He spreads Sunoo’s cheeks wider with his hands and tries to dig his tongue deeper. Whenever Sunoo’s hand tries to hold him, he slaps it away.
Heeseung wants to eat Sunoo out more, but it’s way too enjoyable for the latter, defeating the purpose of his punishment. So, without warning, he replaces his tongue with two fingers immediately.
"Ah! That hurts!" Sunoo yelps. But it doesn’t matter to Heeseung. He wants it to hurt, the way it hurts him whenever Sunoo and Sunghoon share silent smiles across the room. He rapidly thrusts his fingers in and out of Sunoo until the latter whimpers against the sheets. He watches his fingers get swallowed up by Sunoo’s puffy skin. The only thing that makes it slide in is his spit from earlier, so he can imagine how much the stretch burns. But it doesn’t matter. Whenever he hits Sunoo’s sensitive spots, the younger one still reels. His broken sobs morph into moans as Heeseung prods at his prostate relentlessly.
When Heeseung feels that Sunoo’s enjoying it again, he pulls his fingers out in one go and slaps Sunoo on the ass once more. Sunoo yelps. "No more, hyung. Please…"
Heeseung smirks. "Stay like this." He holds Sunoo’s hips up in the air and pushes his face deeper against the pillows. "Don’t move an inch." He knows Sunoo will comply. The fight in him is slowly dissolving, and soon enough, he’ll completely submit himself to Heeseung without any protest. And Heeseung will make sure to have his way with Sunoo, to cherish the opportunity of having him in his bed, because he doesn’t know when Sunoo will change his mind about him. He's sure that time will come, and it will hurt like a bitch because he doesn’t think he’ll ever be friends with Sunoo after their arrangement.
Heeseung walks away from the bed and opens his dresser to get his bottle of lube. It’s already nearing the end of its days after being used a thousand times. He foregoes the condoms and grabs a piece of pink ribbon that sits beside his other sexual paraphernalia. He hasn’t used it with Sunoo yet, but he knows tonight is the perfect time for it.
Before going back, he looks at Sunoo’s trembling figure first, trying his best to stay on all fours on his bed. The silk sheets and pillowcases cost Heeseung a fortune to buy, but they’re all worth it when he sees Sunoo’s pink knees being saved from scars. As much as he likes seeing bruises on Sunoo’s skin, he doesn’t want it to be marred by unnecessary blemishes. Sunoo’s beauty must be preserved.
He slowly walks toward the edge of the bed and puts a hand out to trace the black and blue bruises on Sunoo’s waist and ass. They are his works of art, but they must heal soon. He instinctively leans down and kisses them gently, hoping that his lips can make the healing process faster. He wants to apologize to Sunoo for putting these on his body, but maybe he’ll do it later.
Heeseung assumes his position from earlier, but this time, he pulls a pillow beside Sunoo’s head. He smoothens the red silk pillowcase before fluffing up the pillow until it turns into a bigger lump. Then, he slides it between Sunoo’s parted legs and under his hips. "Relax," Heeseung whispers. He lightly pushes Sunoo down until he straddles the pillow.
"Ungh…" Sunoo moans as his hard dick touches the smooth cloth.
"Good boy," Heeseung compliments. "Now, give me your hand, Sunoo." Heeseung senses a moment of hesitation from the latter when he freezes, but he can also hear the cogs working inside Sunoo’s brain. Slowly, Sunoo lifts his right hand and reaches back for Heeseung. Heeseung smiles as he pins Sunoo’s wrist on the small of his back. "The other one too." Sunoo’s left hand shakes harder, but it joins his other hand on his back. Heseung wraps the pink ribbon around Sunoo’s wrists, careful not to chafe the younger’s skin. He only tugs hard at it when he secures it into a knot, which makes Sunoo gasp. "You’re fine," Heeseung assures.
"Hyung…" Sunoo drawls. He turns his head to the side to get a glimpse of Heeseung. His eyes are already red from unshed tears, and Heeseung thinks they’re not there yet. "Kiss me, please." Requests like that from Sunoo will give him a heart attack. He can deal with the pain and the harshness and the lack of finesse in sex, but he can’t stand the more intimate parts, the more innocent scenes. He feels like he’ll fall harder and he’ll break even worse.
But Heeseung is not a monster. They have plenty of time to engage in their toxic tryst. He can spare a minute or two to put a pause to his bravado. With a careful hand, Heeseung holds Sunoo by the jaw while his other hand supports Sunoo’s chest. Then, he pulls the younger one up so his back is against his pecs. They look at each other for a moment before Heeseung captures Sunoo’s lips in his.
It’s slow and passionate, unlike the ones they had earlier. Sunoo practically melts into the kiss, opening his lips willingly to let Heeseung’s tongue in. As their mouths move in sync, Heeseung lowers his hand and plays with Sunoo’s nipple, making the younger one push out his ass in surprise, hitting the shaft of Heeseung’s dick.
"Shit, Sunoo," Heeseung curses when Sunoo continues pressing against his member. "I’m not gonna be nice to you if you keep doing that."
"Mmm… Isn’t that why my hands are tied?" It’s a challenge, Heeseung knows. He almost laughs at the fact that Sunoo isn’t intimidated by him a little bit. Then again, everyone knows Sunoo is that bitch, someone who’ll kill with a stare.
"You like that your hands are tied, don’t you?" Heeseung bites back while squeezing the base of Sunoo’s abandoned dick. The younger howls in response to the new sensation.His eyes droop when he looks back at Heeseung, craning his neck once more for another kiss. But Heeseung doesn’t grant it to him. Instead, he pushes Sunoo without warning, allowing the latter's chest to hit the mattress as before.
"Fucking slut," Heeseung murmurs to himself before slapping Sunoo’s ass once again. This time, he grabs the bottle of lube and pours it directly on his dick. He winces at the feeling of the cold liquid hitting his burning skin, but he powers through it and rubs it all over his member while his other hand is busy playing with Sunoo’s puckered hole.
He runs his hand over Sunoo's skin once more, never tiring of how smooth it is. Not an inch of hair remains on his supple skin. Heeseung doesn’t really mind a few strands or patches here and there, but Sunoo always makes an effort to doll himself up for him, as if he’s presenting himself as a gift.
Heeseung slides his hand up from Sunoo’s ass to the pink ribbon tied around his wrists, then he yanks it hard enough to strain the muscles in Sunoo’s arms. In time, he slips the head of his dick in and groans at the resistance it meets.
"Shit. So fucking tight for me, huh?" He yanks the ribbon again, becoming amazed at how it slightly lifts Sunoo’s body up to emphasize the roundness of his ass.
He starts thrusting shallowly, letting Sunoo’s muscles relax as they familiarize themselves with Heeseung's hardness. It hasn’t been long since they last fucked, but every time they do, Heeseung gets surprised at how quickly Sunoo’s body reverts to being virginal, as if Heeseung hasn’t done the most atrocious things to him.
Heeseung tries to slip in an inch or two deeper, pulling a long and guttural moan from Sunoo underneath him. And it pleases him, it turns him on even more. He pulls his dick out entirely and pulls Sunoo against his chest again. He hears the younger one gasp in surprise, but he takes it as an opportunity to thrust up and bury his entirety inside Sunoo’s warmth.
"Aaah!" came Sunoo’s broken cries. His body seizes, making Heeseung chuckle. He wraps his arm around Sunoo’s middle to hold him up, and his free hand finds its way up Sunoo’s neck. He lets his fingers wrap around Sunoo’s neck like a fleshy necklace and squeezes it lightly before pounding up to him.
There isn’t any rhythm in his thrusts; he just wants to achieve his goal of making Sunoo cry in pleasure and desperation. When he sees the younger’s eyes roll at the back of his head, Heeseung knows he’s getting there.
Sunoo’s mouth is slightly open as he conserves his oxygen, which is being restricted by Heeseung’s hand, but Heeseung knows that it’s driving the younger one crazy. He, himself, has experienced what it is like to be choked. Sunoo was the first one to do it to him. And he can still vividly recall Sunoo riding him while his mind goes all loopy in the best of ways.
"Your ass is made for my dick," Heeseung roughly whispers into Sunoo’s ear. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, I’ll leave imprints so you'll know no one’s ever going to compare." He loosens his grip on Sunoo’s neck and watches the younger one take lungfuls of air in between broken moans. Sunoo coughs a couple of times, but when he recovers, Heeseung only tightens his hold and deepens his thrusts.
Heeseung fucks him at an angle that not only allows for his dick to get swallowed whole but also for Sunoo to rub against the silk pillows between his legs. He can feel the sudden humps that Sunoo makes, so he forces the younger one to sink deeper against the pillow.
"Hyung!" Sunoo gasps.
Heeseung quickens his pace, making the bed creak under them and the headboard slam against the wall. He doesn’t care about his neighbors. He’s seen one of them look at Sunoo in such a lewd way, and Heeseung thinks it’s high time for them to get a reminder of whose dick it is that’s making the cute guy with fox eyes go crazy.
"You’re such a whore, aren’t you?" Heeseung provokes. "Flirting, wearing those panties. Fucking pathetic. You think Sunghoon wants that?" Sunoo jolts slightly, almost imperceptibly, but Heeseung knows that name’s effect on him. "You’re good for nothing, slut. Nothing but a piece of ass who’s desperate to be fucked to feel something."
He forcibly opens Sunoo’s mouth and spits in it. Sunoo swallows it all and glares at him. His stares may be deadly, but not this one. This one’s a desperate attempt to say "Hurry up!" to Heeseung without breaking character. Heeseung smirks and shows Sunoo some mercy by untying the ribbons on his wrist.
Sunoo sighs a breath of relief as he leans forward on his hands, still straddling the pillow and still arching his back so Heeseung can have full access to his ass. Heeseung slaps it again before ramming so hard and fast that even he can’t help but groan at how tight and wet and warm Sunoo is for him.
"Oh, God, baby," Heeseung incoherently murmurs, grabbing Sunoo so bruisingly by the waist for leverage. He drags Sunoo’s entire body back along with the pillow as he stands up with one foot on the floor and the other one still on the mattress.
Everything is messy, and they’re both recklessly determined to reach their orgasm.
Heeseung pulls Sunoo by the hair and prods so deeply in his gut that he feels like he’s going to bulge out of Sunoo’s stomach. The younger one keeps meeting his every thrust and rubbing himself on the pillow.
"Baby… So fucking tight."
"Yes, hyung! Ahh.. Mmm… Fuck— F-fuck me—! F-fuck me l-like that! Ah!" Sunoo struggles to say as he bites his lip, word after word, to contain himself, to ground himself in some way.
Sunoo looks so fucking filthy on Heeseung’s silky sheets. He wants to photograph him, to etch this picture of Sunoo in his mind and commit it to memory for eternity.
Heeseung takes him by the jaw again and kisses him fiercely. When he opens his eyes, he sees the tears streaming down Sunoo’s face, leaving hot tracks on his plush cheeks.
"Hyung…" he whines while hiccuping. "H-harder…"
Heeseung laughs and rejoices at the fact that he has succeeded once again. These tears are for him; desperate for his touch. And for once, he imagines a reality where Sunoo wants him, all of him.
Heeseung pushes Sunoo against the mattress face down and has his way with him. Their bodies vibrate at the inhumane speed of Heeseung’s thrust. Sunoo can’t help but scream louder with every thrust.
"I can’t, hyung! I’m—"
Before the words can reach Sunoo’s mouth, Heeseung feels his body first. Sunoo’s insides squeeze him so hard, he almost yells himself. But he quickly pulls out because he doesn’t want to end it like this for him. Sunoo already reached his peak. Heeseung helps him ride it out with his fingers, prodding directly where he knows Sunoo needs him. He looks over in front of Sunoo and sees the white stains of his cum on the silk pillows. The stains are joined by teardrops as Sunoo full-on sobs.
"I’m sorry, hyung… I made a mess…" he apologizes.
It’s not over yet. Heeseung squeezes Sunoo’s jaw and elicits a satisfying pant from him when he forces the younger one to face him. "You didn’t ask for my permission, Sunoo. You didn’t even let me cum."
"I-I’m s-sorry." Sunoo sobs harder.
"Pathetic," Heeseung grits through his teeth as he harshly lets go of Sunoo’s face. He pulls the ruined pillow underneath Sunoo and throws it across the room. He pulls Sunoo toward the end of the bed, then he lays himself down on the mattress, holding his dick by the base. "Suck my cock," he commands.
Sunoo wipes his eyes with the back of his hands, but quickly leans down and replaces Heeseung’s hand with his own. He’s still crying profusely, and Heeseung seems to get even harder, if that were any more possible.
Sunoo starts licking Heeseung’s head, pulling a seething noise from Heeseung. "Look at me," Heeseung commands once more. Sunoo does as he’s told and puts on his best puppy eyes just the way Heeseung likes it. His glazed eyes and the way his nose and cheeks grow red from crying make him all the more beautiful and arousing.
It doesn’t take long for Sunoo to finally sink down onto Heeseung’s dick and bob his head up and down expertly while still maintaining eye contact. Heeseung’s dick pokes the side of Sunoo’s cheek before the latter moves to take him as deep as he can in his throat.
Heeseung breaks character, finally, and throws his head back while fisting at Sunoo’s hair. "Yes, baby, just like that…" he drones on. He looks back down again and sees a hint of a smirk on Sunoo’s lips. He lets it pass and considers it Sunoo’s reward for being a good boy.
He feels the heat settle deep in his belly, signalling his own release. When he feels it, he pulls Sunoo’s head off of him and grabs his dick. He slaps it a couple of times against Sunoo’s plush mouth and jerks it off until his arm hurts. The younger one, on the other hand, opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, ready for Heeseung.
"Shit, baby. Say you’re a slut for my cock."
"I’m a slut for your cock, hyung," Sunoo complies. And then, Heeseung nearly sees a flash of white light when he releases. He comes onto Sunoo’s face, paints his cheeks, nose, and lips with his release. The mixture of his cum and Sunoo’s tears and sweat is magnificent, like an artwork that belongs in the Louvre. Sunoo smirks and sucks his cock again, milking him until the last drop.
"Fuck, baby…" Heeseung groans as he comes down from his high.
He felt boneless, and only when he stopped moving for a minute did he feel his muscles aching from the ridiculous positions he'd subjected themselves to. Sunoo, the little devil, quickly switches his personality up and smiles wolfishly at him as he occupies the space beside Heeseung.
Even though his arms feel like they’re falling off, Heeseung still reaches up to the nightstand to grab a couple of wet wipes to clean Sunoo up. He starts gently with Sunoo’s face, then goes down his belly and his softening dick. He does the same to himself before finally letting Sunoo rest against his chest.
It seems too intimate after all the things they’ve done earlier, but they always fall back here for some reason. Heeseung doesn’t complain. At least he can pretend that they’re something more during these minutes of silence, with only their breaths filling the air.
His eyes threaten to shut with sleep, but he forces them to open to see every bit of Sunoo. The younger one traces circles on his chest with a finger and hums a familiar tune.
"That’s my song," Heeseung croaks. Even speaking seems tiresome to him.
Sunoo smirks and looks up at him. "It’s a nice song. You should play it next time you fuck me."
Heeseung swallows at the possibility of another next time. He doesn’t know how long they’re going to do this, sneaking behind their friends, but he has no idea how to stop themselves either. Sunoo is addicting. His kiss is like a drug, and his body is a vice that Heeseung can’t quit.
"It’d be weird to hear our friends’ voices while I fuck you."
"Mm… I guess so."
Sunoo crawls up to kiss Heeseung. Heeseung tastes himself on Sunoo’s tongue, but he doesn’t mind. It still gets overpowered by Sunoo’s sweet lip balm that tastes like some kind of fruit. It’s passionate, heated, and if Heeseung weren’t tired from the gig, he would’ve dragged Sunoo in front of his mirror and fucked him again while they both watched their reflections. But perhaps he needs to save up something for next time.
"I have a request," Sunoo tells him seriously. "Don’t mention Sunghoon again."
Heeseung raises his brow. It’s an odd request. Sunoo never asked that of him before. "What do you mean?" It’s a reason for Heeseung to get mean, an excuse to let out his pent-up anger into messy sex.
But Sunoo looks dead serious this time. His eyebrows are furrowed and his soft lips are set in a straight line. "You’re getting the wrong impression. I mean what I said earlier."
"Which is?"
Sunoo hesitates, but kisses Heeseung to hide it. "I only wanted your eyes on me," he softly whispers.
Heeseung thinks his delusional mind is playing tricks on him. Perhaps he has already fallen asleep and is so engrossed in his own dream that he believes this is real. It's frightening in some ways because it implies he can't separate reality from his own selfish desires. But Sunoo kisses him again. Sunoo feels so warm and real against him. Their heartbeats aren’t illusions.
What does he mean? Heeseung wonders. But Sunoo doesn’t give him ample time to mull over it, to make sense of what they are now, because he’s straddling Heeseung again. He starts grinding with a cheeky smile on his face until Heeseung starts getting hard again.
"This time, you be my slut," Sunoo directs.