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“Pre, cover for me,” Seungcheol speaks through his mic, moving his character to rest against a boulder. A laugh forces out of him and a “Gago, I was hit!” when one of them refuses to give him a health kit to recover.
“Let’s wrap this up I wanna go to sleep,” Could be heard from Seungcheol’s open headphone followed by noises of frustration, probably from his other teammates. Seungcheol just chuckles through it, a hand absently smoothing through the soft locks in between his thighs. The owner of the said body part looks up at Seungcheol, his dark eyes alight with hope, mouth slack around the older man’s dick. He’s been on his knees for most of the duration of Seungcheol’s game, warming the older man’s cock with his mouth.
The image strikes lightning racing through Seungcheol’s spine, hot desire simmering just beneath his skin. He bites his lip as he sees Wonwoo’s eyes flutter from the sensation, lips sucking a little around his girth. He's been so patient and so good that Seungcheol can't help the brush of his fingers against a smooth cheek. He needs to be rewarded.
“He’s right. Let’s finish this,” Seungcheol grins and a whimper could be heard from below him.
He quickly finishes off an enemy with a snipe to the head, adjusting his scope immediately to scan his surroundings for remaining enemy players. A few gunshots sound off in his left ear, his teammate swiftly killing two with a flash bomb and her M614.
"Niceee," He hisses, initially as a form of compliment, except Wonwoo chose it was the right time to pull off Seungcheol's cock to breathe properly. The drag of his teeth against the underside of the older's dick was definitely intentional, as are his teary, pleading eyes and saliva-slickened mouth open and waiting. He looks pitiful in his aroused state, pupils blown to black, chest heaving, his cheeks matching the stain on his lips that are also swollen from holding Seungcheol's cock in.
" Seungcheol."
Fuck. Seungcheol can't resist him. But, he can't throw this game either.
In lieu of an answer, Seungcheol pulls at Wonwoo's hand so that he can stand. He then puts himself on mute before tugging Wonwoo close to his chest. "Get me inside you, baby." He orders, barely above a whisper but it still sends Wonwoo into a full-bodied shudder, his moan long and wanton. He impatiently shoves the older's boxers down, stroking Seungcheol's cock once, twice before he lets himself be impaled. His breath shudders out of him at the sensation of finally getting filled, arms shaking over Seungcheol's desk as he braces himself. He can come right now if he's being honest with himself, but he's a good boy so he waits.
"5 minutes, baby."
Wonwoo's mouth twitches to let out a dissatisfied noise, "Please, Cheol. I can't -"
"I'll give it to you, just let me get this win."
Wonwoo sighs, frustrated and turned on and unable to move. He really can see Seungcheol's team winning. It has crossed his mind how if he disobeyed right now and cost Seungcheol his win, would it have been more worth it. He quickly realized he wasn't feeling rebellious at the time so he pushed that thought away. He sees Seungcheol's character get another headshot in and he sighs, proud and hopelessly horny.
Not even five minutes in, when he hears Seungcheol mutter GG before he's being lifted up and slammed back down onto the older's cock.
"Feels good," Seungcheol moans low against Wonwoo's nape, feeling the younger flutter around his cock. "Wonwoo, you with me?"
Wonwoo can only nod because finally he's getting the dicking he deserves. "Thought I was going to- hah- greet Christmas without getting f-fucked properly."
"As a huge cockslut, I'd say you enjoyed it far too much."
"True."
Seungcheol chuckles, before finally picking up the pace. Wonwoo moans loud for the both of them enough because he knows the older man loves to hear his noises, and because he really can't keep his mouth shut over how good Seungcheol feels inside him, fucking him raw like he's carving a path inside him.
Wonwoo really did choose the better option today. Nothing tops the sweet high of a win and being that hole to fill and fuck the rest of the adrenaline into. He tightens around Seungcheol at a particularly hard thrust, the older man's head poking at his prostate dead on.
"You know, it would've been better if you were with me," Seungcheol pulls another moan out of the other man when he grinds his hips up. "My sniper had shitty fucking aim and had a game sense of a high schooler."
Wonwoo would've laughed but he can feel himself already getting sloppy and wet with how hard Seungcheol's fucking him and his breath hitches. The slaps of their skins ring loud in his ears, making his cheeks burn high and red. "S-sorry I had to review for exams. Didn't wanna repeat for Prof. Delos Santos, you know?"
"You'll make it up to me, right?" Seungcheol croons into his ear, sweet and low. Wonwoo shudders.
"Am I not making it up to- fuck Cheol- y-you right now?" God, the swivel of Seungcheol's hips is downright sinful, Wonwoo nearly comes on the spot.
"Baby, hah- you know nothing beats a win when you're with me."
The praise makes Wonwoo keen, high and slutty. His back arches the moment Seungcheol drags his arms back to hold him by his wrists while his hips keep a hurried pace, chasing that sweet stretch and the molten heat that Wonwoo’s body provides. Wonwoo never said it out loud but he loved the way Seungcheol used him up for pleasure, rid his choices of touch and play, and just let Wonwoo take and take.
"Cheol- I'm fuck-" Seungcheol revels in the way Wonwoo clenches and unclenches around him, tight and wet and perfect. He rams in harder just to see Wonwoo bounce on his cock, to hear Wonwoo reward him with a high cry of his name as he paints himself with white with no warning.
"Don't stop, please, don't-"
"Puta," Seungcheol laughs, endeared and helplessly turned on. Wonwoo's grip around him hasn't relented either but he's sure the younger man's already tired from the way his slightly pained noises slip at every thrust.
He gets up from his chair and pushes Wonwoo against his desk, rutting against him fast and deep. "You're so good to me. I'll make sure to fill you up like you want me to."
Seungcheol kisses his cheek before he makes do with his promise, chasing his orgasm by pistoning his hips into Wonwoo, abusing his sweet spot with the accuracy of someone who's acquainted themselves with Wonwoo's body in more ways than one. He lets out a grunt before he cums inside, holding the younger man by his waist to keep him there as he shakes.
"God," Wonwoo moans weakly at the feeling of being filled. Any other day and he could come like this again, untouched and getting off from the feel of cum tainting his insides, but he's too exhausted. "Thank you."
Seungcheol laughs at that, slapping the younger man's ass as he moves away. "Stop that. If you weren't so tired, I would have you one more time."
"Please. Kuya."
Wonwoo pleads a little, voice rough and high, and Seungcheol's already gone He'd never thought Wonwoo would like it messy. Not that he's complaining. Their compatibility has been off the charts from the time they met. He knows Wonwoo would allow him to fuck around more, and the sight of him on his stomach with his ass filled with Seungcheol's come is enough to stir desire in his gut once again.
There's a different kind of high when Wonwoo plays with him, knowing the younger is equally as competitive. He can't deny that Wonwoo's an exceptional player, had beaten the older man several times in PVPs, and he’s no stranger to how fast Wonwoo can adapt to any role for the team. His game sense has driven Seungcheol to an attraction he initially thought was purely physical before it had morphed into an appreciation for his intelligence - academically and otherwise.
“If you end up whining to me and depriving me of cuddles in the next days because you’re sore, I’m going to tape your mouth and tie you to the bed,” Seungcheol says but there’s no heat to it because he’s already groaning from the loose, silken heat of Wonwoo’s body as he pushes back inside for the second time that night.
Wonwoo moans and smiles all the same.
–
“3 kills and 2 assists? You’re slipping, Choi.”
Seungcheol whips his head to the side, pout forming on his lips and a retort already at the tip of his tongue, “You’re one to talk. Last I remember, you had worse stats than me.”
“No. That doesn't count because-” Wonwoo pauses, flustered. He fell right into that one.
Seungcheol’s head tilts to the side, smile widening at the statement, urging Wonwoo to continue. “Because what, baby?” He leans into Wonwoo’s space, nosing the younger man’s soft cheek, their breaths heated and close. The silence from Wonwoo pulls a satisfied smirk from Seungcheol's lips. He thinks Wonwoo’s so cute he can’t form words around the fact that Seungcheol was keeping him on edge when he was playing, his hard cock lodged inside Wonwoo while his lips skimmed over the younger's unmarked throat. He'd felt triumphant over a nearly fatal slip Wonwoo made when his finger found a nipple and Wonwoo's character missed his 4th headshot streak.
They had enjoyed themselves that night, to say the least.
"Whatever. I'm off," Wonwoo moves to untangle himself but Seungcheol latches on to his waist, bearing his weight down to keep the younger in his bed. He'd been comfortable in their embrace and he thought Wonwoo felt the same, was even hoping he'd stay for the night.
"Seungcheol, get off me."
"No," Seungcheol whines, eyes round and pleading. For the whole six months that they've been fuck buddies, Wonwoo has never stayed afterward. Seungcheol had learned that the younger wasn't a post-sex cuddler, wasn't even a pillow talk kind of guy and for some reason, he'd made it his mission to drag Wonwoo back down to bed with him every night he came over.
Seungcheol hadn't succeeded. Yet.
"Baby, I have clothes you can wear, a new toothbrush to use, a comfy bed, and an amazing guy to kiss you lazily until you fall asleep. What more can you ask for?" He shamelessly serves himself on a silver platter, watching as Wonwoo raises a sharp brow at him. He's not even begging at this point, he'd never do that, but Wonwoo really pushes his buttons sometimes. He knows Seungcheol loves cuddling. He also hates the fact that Seungcheol sounds so hopeful.
Which. Hope is a luxury even Wonwoo has not given himself yet.
Nevertheless, he feels his cheeks heat up at the very intimate suggestion Seungcheol's pulling. It's not like they haven't kissed, far from it really. But the thought of being at the receiving end of the older man's affections and soft touches has Wonwoo's brain melting. "So, why don't you get yourself a lover instead?"
Suddenly, an awkward silence surrounds them. Wonwoo didn’t mean it to sound as if he’s annoyed and tired, because he isn’t . He’s confused as hell and he’s angry at himself and the situation and it’s a whole can of worms Wonwoo’s frankly not in the right headspace to process. Seungcheol blinks at him, possibly to register what Wonwoo had just said, and it's enough of a cue for the younger man to leave before Seungcheol has time to organize his thoughts and come up with an answer.
"Sorry, I'll- yeah. Good night," Hastily, Wonwoo picks up his things from the older man's desk and storms his way out of the apartment. One more second and Wonwoo could've seen the look of disappointment Seungcheol had sported as he watched the younger's back disappear.
–
It started out with a Klee mug breaking.
Seungcheol and Jeonghan had invited themselves over to Wonwoo and Mingyu's dorm as their new official floor neighbors with a cans of Pale Pilsen in one hand and Red Horse in the other. We didn't know what you guys wanted so we brought whatever, Jeonghan had said with a bright, boyish smile. Mingyu had beamed back at them, being Mr. Congeniality himself, and had promised to cook them his specialty kaldereta as thanks. And Wonwoo? Wonwoo was the clean-up.
He was busy doing the dishes when he just heard something fall. He looked behind him quickly to see Seungcheol staring at him with shock and regret in his eyes, mouth agape.
Wonwoo peered at the broken pieces only to find out that it was his favorite Klee mug. Seungcheol used his favorite mug and broke it-
"Oh Wonwoo, I'm sorry." Mingyu says from the entryway, looking at Wonwoo with sad eyes.
"Kuya, you broke Wonwoo's mug," Mingyu directs it at Seungcheol and the older man’s gaze wavers a bit. Jeonghan tsks and shakes his head, moves to pat Seungcheol on his back.
"I'm sorry, Wonwoo," Seungcheol's eyes were round and pleading, his mouth formed into a frown. "I'll replace it."
"That was an official merch, Cheol,” Mingyu whispers.
Seungcheol gasps, eyes comically wide, his hands now covering his mouth. "Shit. I'm really sorry. I promise I'll replace it."
He really regrets it, his eyes honest and his body sagging in defeat, looking like he was the one who got his merch broken and not Wonwoo. Wonwoo can't help but take note of it, wondering idly if Seungcheol was just really friendly and that he was the type to not back down on his promises. He moves to pick up the shattered pieces, sweep away the little ones before someone gets hurt. "Seungcheol, it was an accident. It's fine."
"No. I promise I'll replace it."
Jeonghan snorts at that. "How would you do that when you're broke as-"
"I said I will. Promise, Wonwoo."
He really didn't have to, Wonwoo thinks. But Seungcheol seems to have made up his mind, eyes resolute so he shrugs before going back to his cleaning.
A few weeks later, Seungcheol had come knocking on his door with a box in his hand. Wonwoo had opened it, confused, only to find a new official Klee mug in it.
"Seungcheol, I told you you didn't need to," Wonwoo had said.
"No, I wanted to be a good friend," He pauses, hand coming up to scratch his nape, ".. and to leave you a good impression."
There's a beat and Wonwoo feels his cheeks warm. Is he flirting with me, Wonwoo silently muses, but he satiates the older man with a small, friendly smile. Seungcheol is awfully charming, an easy swagger to his steps coupled with a friendly and inviting demeanor. He’s exactly Wonwoo’s type and then some , with his cute dimples, round eyes, and an infectious smile. He’s easy to talk to and although Wonwoo didn’t mean to take a whiff, he smells really, really good. So, he decides to indulge him. "You didn't need to. You already looked cool to me with that KDA the other day. It was… sexy."
Seungcheol looks up at him, smirk on his lips, eyes sparkling and lashes fluttering. “You’re into that? I thought I looked like a dumbass trying so hard.”
Wonwoo’s cheeks hurt from smiling and he hasn’t even let Seungcheol in yet. Seungcheol's lips mirror his own, eyes round and hopeful. “Wanna come in then so you can show me some more?” There’s a glint in his eyes that he hopes Seungcheol catches. He may sound too eager but, fuck it. He is.
Seungcheol grins at him, feral and malicious. He delivers his answer as he crowds Wonwoo against his door, faces a breath’s width apart before closing it behind him.
–
This isn't right.
Wonwoo thinks when he logs into his Genshin account and finds his dailies have been completed, primogems have been added, and all 12 floors of the abyss have been beaten. He’s been too busy over midterms to actually log in, and he hasn’t been playing ever since the incident happened. He and Seungcheol usually went over each other’s worlds to complete quests and dailies and he was avoiding the older man in favor of achieving peace of mind for a few weeks.
This implies Seungcheol checked in everyday just like what they’ve usually done, despite the treatment he’s gotten from Wonwoo. This also implies Seungcheol remembered Wonwoo was saving up primogems for Nahida so he finished the younger man’s dailies for him.
Not wanting to think about it more, Wonwoo’s about to log off when a dialogue pops up and kkakameori invites himself to his world. The cursor hovers above the box for a few seconds, the timer like a ticking time bomb in Wonwoo’s head. He clicks okay before it disappears.
help
The chat box pings with Seungcheol’s chat.
need to farm 4 mats
Wonwoo hesitates, then types. For who
Nahida
Wonwoo blinks.
m getting her after all. 4 u too ryt ?
There’s heat rising slowly from Wonwoo’s neck upwards towards his cheeks and ears, getting a bit giddy from this alone when he successfully went from being Seungcheol-less for more than a week. You’re so gay, Wonwoo tells himself.
“You’re so gay,” Mingyu comments over Wonwoo’s shoulder. Wonwoo startles, decides he’ll gut the younger man for surprising him like that. Mingyu moves away before Wonwoo can stand up, snatching one of Wonwoo’s books from his pile on the bed while shouting I’ll be borrowing this hyung, thanks! as he retreats.
Sighing, Wonwoo goes back to his screen just in time to see Seungcheol’s Klee chucking a bomb at Wonwoo's Raiden, making her burn on the grass. He switches to Bennett and swipes at him to get back but the older man runs away. Wonwoo makes up his mind and responds. ok lets do dendro hyp
This isn’t right, Wonwoo tries to convince himself while Seungcheol tanks under his Bennett’s ult. Just as predicted, they finish the boss off with a few attacks using Raiden at last, not even a scratch from their HP. Wonwoo knows the boss is too easy for any of them, and yet he said yes to the older man’s request to co-op, just as ridiculous at the thought of Seungcheol needing actual help from him.
This isn’t right because the last time they talked, the agreement didn’t include missing the other person, doing the other's dailies, remembering what they liked and needed to do in-game for another successfully farmed and raised character. It's how Seungcheol did all of this despite the treatment, even the silence alone speaks so much of how Seungcheol values Wonwoo's time for himself and his thoughts. Possibly.
“Too easy,” Seungcheol says over his mic. He continues, “Your Raiden’s damage has gone up since the last time.”
Wonwoo’s brow furrows, quickly going through her artifacts and noticing the newly leveled 5-star material. He doesn’t remember getting this, which means Seungcheol got it for him and actually took time to level it for Wonwoo. No.
I’ve already fallen and it’s an abyss so deep I’m scared I won’t get back up.
“Cheol-” He starts but Seungcheol beats him to it, a tone of finality laced into it. “Wonwoo, let’s talk.”
-
When did the strictly for fucking agreement turn into something with a whole damn yard of strings attached? It’s not right. Wonwoo thinks, dread settling in the pit of his stomach as Seungcheol crosses the threshold after they've successfully avoided each other for the entire week and a half.
"What is?" The older man challenges, his steps sure towards Wonwoo, his round eyes unreadable from where his curly bangs have fallen slightly. He's gotten himself a perm - which. Cute. Fuck.
Wonwoo's breath hitches when his back meets the wall. Belatedly, he realizes he must've said his sentiments out loud.
"Seungcheol-"
"What isn't right, Wonwoo?" Wonwoo can smell Seungcheol's perfume now, of berries dipped in vanilla, apples and musk, and he suppresses a shudder. Seungcheol peers up at him a little, and he sees the hurt that the older man lets slip before his eyes steel lest he meets rejection. Not that Wonwoo would ever do that. He must've known for weeks now how Wonwoo felt for him, but being Seungcheol he had to be certain.
No use avoiding the topic now, he'll only prolong the inevitable. He either comes out of this unscathed, with a new hot boyfriend in tow, or he risks losing what little friendship he has with Seungcheol. Because beyond the wanting and fucking, Seungcheol has proven himself great company in Wonwoo’s limited book of sociability. He has gotten to enjoy the times he spent with the older man either over games, late Starbucks runs, or just midnight calls to get off nerves for exam week.
He takes a breath and decides to dive in head first.
"It wasn't supposed to happen like that. I didn't mean to avoid you like I did, I swear," Wonwoo starts, biting at his lower lip because he's just so awkward with words and wearing his heart on his sleeves. "We went into this arrangement so fast. I- I thought I was okay with it, you were okay with it, but then… but then you went and offered me things I didn't think were meant for me."
"Wasn't meant for you?"
"Yes. Me. I didn't think I had the right to feel like.. your boyfriend. Or something," Wonwoo hesitates when he's met with silence. Seungcheol urges him to continue with searching eyes.
"I didn't even realize my feelings were catching up before I could recognize any of them. And then midterms came. But, I.. I missed you, Seungcheol."
Wonwoo exhales at that, all the stress from exams and unnecessary tension from his body leaving in waves. Seungcheol feels it too, because he takes a step further in, caging Wonwoo against the wall with hands on either side of his body.
Seungcheol's mouth quirks upwards a little, leaving Wonwoo breathless before it smooths out again. "So what are you trying to say?" He says with his chin up, long ink black lashes fluttering to reveal his true feelings, finally free - longing, affection, delight, lust. Wonwoo's heart picks up against his chest, hopeful.
He makes a bold answer by closing the distance between them and swallowing up the surprised noise that escapes from Seungcheol's mouth. He opens up for the older man when he seeks entrance, allowing himself to be ravished. When they disconnect, Seungcheol eagerly leaves a trail down the column of Wonwoo's throat, marking him for everyone to see. "Say it for me, Wonwoo." He whispers before licking up a line that has Wonwoo whimpering.
"I like you, Seungcheol."
It has the older man groaning and before Wonwoo knows it, he's being hoisted up and slammed against the wall. It would've been painful except Seungcheol had cushioned his head with his palm. God, he's perfect.
"No, you are. We're perfect for each other."
Wonwoo realizes he should shut his mouth, but he can't because Seungcheol's cheeks are dusted pink and his eyes are alight, crinkled in mirth. His lips are kiss-stained and his teeth are showing, all two pearly white rows of it.
“That was kind of disgusting.”
“You should stop talking before I punish you for avoiding me,” Seungcheol says before his mouth descends to claim what’s his. Wonwoo moans at the teasing lick against his lower lip, the playful suck against his tongue.
“Hmm? Maybe I should,” His lips travel down to the hollow between Wonwoo’s collarbone, leaving his mark there for the younger man to admire later on. His hips grind into Wonwoo’s body, letting the younger man feel his thickening erection. “Stressed the hell out of me on exam week too.”
“M’sorry,” Wonwoo whines when Seungcheol starts pulling away, taking the warmth of his kisses with him. “The idea of you liking me back was kind of ridiculous because frankly it's… I don't actually know. I just didn't think it was a possibility."
Seungcheol starts walking towards the bedroom while he secures Wonwoo around him. His muscles bulge underneath the thin white shirt he’s wearing, making it hard for Wonwoo to continue. When his back hits the mattress, Seungcheol is hovering over him, shirt discarded and upper body on full display.
“Take your clothes off and wear this,” Seungcheol says, hands immediately going to shove his sweatpants off. Wonwoo feels light-headed but immediately follows, letting the cotton cover him completely, the older man’s perfume assaulting his senses. Proprietary. Seungcheol always liked seeing his clothes on Wonwoo, the way it hung over his leaner frame, the hem going just past the younger man’s mid-thigh, enough to keep the both of them insane. The sense of belonging washes over Wonwoo, and he bites his lips to keep himself from whimpering.
“And here I thought I wasn't being subtle with my hints. I thought you were smart, Wonwoo,” Seungcheol chuckles a little, taps at Wonwoo's thighs, so he can spread them to accommodate his girth. Wonwoo blushes furiously and follows. Oh so obedient. “You’d be surprised at how long I’ve liked you for.”
Wonwoo’s breath stutters, maybe because of the heat staking claim on him or the words Seungcheol uttered, he’ll never know. He doesn’t think the older man’s next statement would leave him at a greater loss for words. “I’ve liked you since we met, you know. Had several thoughts about wanting to spend so much time with you beyond just playing games and I thought I didn’t understand why that was. I didn’t want to overthink it, so I let it happen.”
Seungcheol has his arms on either side of Wonwoo’s face, thick and pale, urging Wonwoo to mark him up like how the older man has done to him. There’s a stupid smile trying to surface on his lips at hearing Seungcheol’s words and knowing the older man reciprocates his feelings. The smile races to catch up on Seungcheol’s face, turning his round eyes into happy slits and dusting his cheeks pink. Seeing it drives Wonwoo to surge forward and show his appreciation for the older man’s candor. He licks into Seungcheol’s mouth eagerly while his arms snake around the other man’s waist to pull him closer and closer.
“This is punishment for avoiding me,” Seungcheol breathes against Wonwoo’s heated cheek when they resurface. He pins the younger’s hands above his head with a steel grip around his wrists, not letting Wonwoo the chance to touch him while his unoccupied hand roams lower, spreading Wonwoo’s thighs open. He hears the younger man pant heavily, clearly affected, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even need to, Seungcheol admits, because his eyelids are heavy with lust, nearly blown to black, and his kiss-stained lips are parted in a silent plea. Seungcheol hears it all the same and it makes the air around them thicker with arousal.
Wonwoo doesn’t even deny it, lets himself be manhandled however the older man wants. His cheeks burn a little at how pathetically he handled the situation, but is easily comforted when Seungcheol presses him into the mattress with a harsh kiss. He gasps and shudders as Seungcheol plunges his tongue with the intent to claim. Wonwoo arches his back, trying to press closer but Seungcheol just breaks away from him.
"Stay still," The older man says, lips brushing against Wonwoo's when he feels rather than hears the younger let out a low whine. "You're going to take everything I give you but you're not allowed to touch me. Do you understand, Wonwoo?"
Wonwoo can't even verbalize a response when Seungcheol's hand is back to gripping him by the back of his knees, pushing until Wonwoo's nearly bent in half. He makes eye contact with the younger man as he lowers his head, suckling at a patch of skin on Wonwoo's inner thigh. Wonwoo whimpers at the intensity of it, his normally round eyes half lidded with desire. If Wonwoo wasn't shaking with anticipation, he'd recognize the longing directed at him but his mind's too focused on the feel of Seungcheol's plush lips leaving marks on his skin, lower and lower still until Wonwoo's whining and quivering in his hands.
"Cheol."
"Yeah baby?"
"Please."
"Please what?" Wonwoo jolts when Seungcheol delivers a nip close to his hole, his breath an inviting heat over his skin. "I need you to tell me what you want."
Wonwoo's near sobbing at this point, a little overwhelmed with things he wants to say and do. He wants to reach out to the older man to pull him closer, get his weight on him, and have his mouth on his body. Instead, he settles with, "I missed you. So much. Please, please use me."
He hears Seungcheol growl against his thigh before something slick plunges inside his hole. "Seungcheol, I - I -" He can't even get a word out because Seungcheol has picked up the pace, licking over his rim before fucking his tongue back in. He feels the older man press and prod at his walls, messy and wet and perfect.
Seungcheol can't help himself when Wonwoo presents himself like that, beautiful and begging to be taken by him and him only . He curls his tongue around Wonwoo's hole before dragging it back to the base of his cock where he leaves open mouthed kisses over it, relishing the cries he gets as a reward.
"Are you going to come for me, just like this?" Seungcheol asks, mouthing at a prominent vein on the underside of Wonwoo's cock.
"Yeah," He hears Wonwoo say, soft and breathless.
"Do you deserve it?"
He can't see it but he already knows Wonwoo's gone and bit his lip, contemplating on an answer.
"I- oh, " Wonwoo stutters when Seungcheol delivers another hickey to his thigh right as two fingers push inside him to the knuckle. Desire simmers quickly, like liquid heat pooling in the pit of his stomach at the familiar feel of those thick fingers inside him. "I want what you want."
"You said it baby, not me," Seungcheol snickers. His hand had started a slow and deep pace for Wonwoo, dragging the pads of his thumbs against the slick walls and letting the younger man feel him. His mouth busies itself with etching another purpling mark on Wonwoo, intent on leaving as many as he's allowed to. Wonwoo writhes against the sheets, lithe frame arching at the intrusion and feeling of Seungcheol's lips on his skin. He's beautiful, his noises an addiction Seungcheol is more than proud to have.
Truth be told, he's more than happy to drag this out, wring pleasure after pleasure from Wonwoo but they both know they're too impatient and high strung right now to delay the gratification. He imprints another reddened bruise on the milky skin while he adds another digit to stretch the younger man. Wonwoo whines, his muscles flexing as he tries with difficulty not to push back and reach out for Seungcheol. It absolutely melts Seungcheol.
"Baby."
Seungcheol sees Wonwoo shudder at the call, another low whine slipping past his lips. “Are you ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
Seungcheol hides his smile against the younger man’s thigh before licking a stripe to Wonwoo’s rim as his fingers withdraw. He makes quick work of lathering his cock with lube, motions hasty in his impatience. The first push has the both of them groaning low, feeling the days of their separation with every clench and throb of their bodies. Seungcheol hears nothing but the rush of blood in his ears, the slick, tight heat enveloping his dick a heaven he can’t replicate.
“You good?” Seungcheol asks, mouthing at the already bruising patch of skin on Wonwoo’s collarbone.
“Yeah, ohh- hgh- y-you?” Wonwoo answers, breath coming out between the gaps in his teeth as he feels the drag of Seungcheol’s cock against his walls, hard and deep.
“You always feel good, baby,” Seungcheol emphasizes his statement with a hard thrust that sends Wonwoo up the bed. He relishes the loud moan he gets when he buries himself deeper by bringing the younger man down on his cock. He loves it when Wonwoo loses himself completely under him, a sight only he is allowed (and will allow) to see. Wonwoo preens at the praise, his body tightening as if not wanting to let Seungcheol go. Longing presents itself in the sensual arch of his body, the way his hands twitch where he’s keeping them above his head, as obedient as ever, while Seungcheol carves a path into his body. He shakes at the feeling, the older man’s name a prayer that slips past his lips unbidden.
“Baby. Wonwoo,” Seungcheol growls against the younger man’s parted mouth, his hips canting without rhythm. He really wanted to take his time with Wonwoo, but their separation has proved itself potent in heightening their pleasure.
“Cheol,” Wonwoo’s eyes fix on him, glassy and lust-filled pools of ink, his mouth a sinful bitten thing. His voice is honeyed and low as he pleads, words clipped from the way the older man buries himself to the hilt. It makes Seungcheol fasten his pace, hips pistoning so he can see Wonwoo unravel underneath him before he crosses the finish line itself. “Baby, you’ll come for me, right?” He whispers, voice like gravel. Wonwoo’s arms reach out for him, breaking his rule, but he gives it to the younger man for holding out this far, closing the distance between them with a heated, open mouthed kiss.
Seungcheol moans into it, hips swiveling to the pace of the pounding in his chest. He feels Wonwoo’s thighs shake where his are pressed against before the younger man is cumming with a long whine, high and slutty and just what Seungcheol wanted.
“So good for me,” His hips stutter at the tight clutch of Wonwoo’s body, a curse leaving his mouth, his worship threatening to follow unbidden in the midst of their high. Seungcheol thinks Wonwoo deserves to hear it from him without being muddled by pleasure. He makes do with his promise to follow Wonwoo to the finish line instead, chasing his orgasm with one thrust, two thrust, three before he’s stilling, filling the younger man with his seed.
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Wonwoo thinks he must’ve blacked out for a couple of minutes because the next thing he knows, he’s been cleaned, dressed and tucked against a solid chest. He finds Seungcheol asleep next to him, his curly bangs falling in front of his eyes while his cheeks puff out as he breathes evenly. He finds love in the way the older man curls an arm around him, keeping him in place. He finds it in the way the older man made sure he’s warm enough before he sleeps.
“Good night, Seungcheol,” Wonwoo whispers, a smile tugging at his lips. He also finds love in the way Seungcheol hazily opens his eyes to respond to his call, and the way the older man snuggles impossibly closer before shutting his eyes again.
Wonwoo leaves a kiss on the older man’s cheek, feeling the words Seungcheol meant to say even when he doesn’t hear them. He’s given himself permission to want Seungcheol and although it had taken him more than a week to confess even to himself, he’s thrilled that he’s given privilege to feel the love reflected back at him.