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Joining a last minute pottery class is quite possibly the last thing on Sunoo's list of things to do for the week but well, he's already said yes to Heeseung's pleading.

"Jake isn't feeling so well and we'd hate to cancel our reservation so would you please go in our place?" Heeseung had mumbled over the phone a few hours ago, just when Sunoo was planning on settling into bed and getting comfy for the weekend.

He'd said yes because Heeseung pulled the Jake card on him (yes, that's an actual thing because Sunoo just has the softs for his hyung and would do anything for him in a heartbeat, anything to wipe that pout off his lips) and also because, thinking of it, he's never been to a pottery anything, talk less of a class for it and it would do him some good to go out of the house as well.

He'd gotten the details of the class from Heeseung immediately. It's a two day class and like any normal human being, he had to check the Instagram account tagged under the flier advertising the class.

It's a pretty aesthetic page, he thinks as he scrolls down the various pictures posted on the page. It has some shots of students proudly showing off their finished pieces and some shots of someone, maybe the handler of the account, practicing some new techniques on the spinning thingy (he later searches it up and it turns out to be a pottery wheel but calling it the spinning thingy sounds very appropriate for his first meeting with said teacher).

It's obvious he's a professional. And it's obvious Sunoo didn't read enough of the flier because he's the only one in the room apart from the teacher and he has to go through his photos to find the flier and reread it to find out that it a private class.

More of a reason why Heeseung didn't want their tickets to go to waste.

Sunoo's dressed in some old clothes because that had been one of the points on the flier which he had read.

He's also brought a tote bag full of snacks thinking he'd be able to sit down and eat some during their break. (Spoiler: there is no break).

The only thing that makes up for everything that has happened within the past thirty minutes since his arrival is the beauty of the man before him, Park Sunghoon, also a student of the college Sunoo goes to and is an art major.

Sunoo didn't really hear what else he'd said after that mini introduction, maybe because he's too focused staring at the mole on Sunghoon's nose and wondering how one person could be so fucking beautiful and also slightly panicking because what the fuck, he's spending a whole two days with this man? In private?

You can't expect Sunoo to behave when he has a pretty and capable man in front of him like this. And it's not like he intended to behave anyway.

Sunghoon introduces him to everything he needs to know for their class and Sunoo nods appropriately. Sunghoon had also given him an apron — rather, tied it for him, which of course made Sunoo's heart flutter at the close proximity he stood behind him to secure the knot of the apron over Sunoo's ass.

Sunoo wanted Sunghoon to stay behind him longer so he could show him a few tricks he has up his sleeves but Sunghoon could and would call the police on him so he'd decided against it.

And when asked if he had an idea of what some tools are called, he pointed to the potter's wheel and said with a puffed chest, "Spinning thingy."

Which caused a chink in Sunghoon's armor — cold and distant instantly melts into warm and ready to approach.

But Sunoo doesn't think he's done much because Sunghoon only chuckles for a second and then his stoic expression is back on like a default.

Sunoo doesn't say anything else after that, chooses to listen to the single sentences that Sunghoon graces him with as he sets down the clay and the materials they'll use for it.

"Are you always this quiet with everyone?" Sunoo asks as he plays with his lump of clay, just pressing it down and mushing it with his fingers.

Sunghoon is staring at said lump of clay as he replies Sunoo. "I don't talk to anyone that much."

"Explains it. You've got a nice voice too. It's a shame," Sunoo says with a glint in his eyes, glancing up once at Sunghoon to catch the pink dusting his cheeks but he doesn't say anything else.

He settles on the opposite side of Sunoo and begins to explain to him the use of the palette knife and how he should form the shape of the cup they're making using the pinching method.

Sunoo tries, really, he tries to follow Sunghoon's instructions and also the way the man is forming his own cup but either he's a terrible student or Sunghoon is a horrible teacher (couldn't be, from the multiple students that he's had over the months or years).

"I think I'm making a bowl at this point. Can I? Make a bowl?" Sunoo says as he continues to pinch his "cup", the deformed piece of clay is just expanding more and more and Sunoo is still pinching at the rim, unbothered at the way Sunghoon's eye is twitching in distaste.

"You.." he starts but sighs once Sunoo looks up at him with curious eyes and the words just die on his lips. "You're stretching it out too thin. It'll not hold its shape."

"So you're saying I can't make it a bowl?" Sunoo asks, dabbing the clay with his wet palms in a futile way to get the bowl into shape so it's less of a plate but all it ends up doing is flopping by its sides like bunny ears that have gotten too heavy for the herbivore.

"That's.. that's not right. You've turned it into a plate now," Sunghoon explains with a sigh.

He sounds so stressed, he probably has never had a stressful student like Sunoo. Sunoo is kind of proud of being a change in the norm.

"Well, I think Bob Ross mentioned every mistake is a happy mistake, no?"

"Bob Ross was a painter, " Sunghoon deadpans.

"I don't see your point? He was still an artist, as are you," Sunoo shrugs as he tries to salvage his plate.

Sunghoon sighs out so loudly as he stands up from his seat and walks to where the giant ball of clay is and cuts a little lump from it. He then walks back to Sunoo, who is staring up at him as he walks towards him.

Sunghoon, despite sounding exasperated at the way Sunoo has messed up the trajectory of their lesson, still carefully guides Sunoo to cut away the bottom of his plate and then shifts the spinning thingy away from him.

He slaps the new lump of clay on his own wheel and then pulls it towards Sunoo. He also pulls his chair towards him and sits down on the side, now eye to eye with Sunoo.

Sunoo's too busy staring at him to notice that he's already begun to talk. He's so pretty really.

Sunghoon snaps his fingers in front of Sunoo's eyes to get him to focus and after he finishes blushes furiously at being caught staring, he turns his attention down to Sunghoon's hands that are molding the clay exactly the way it's supposed to be.

Sunoo knows he should focus. Heeseung paid for the class. He's supposed to actually learn something new, not just go home with an empty head but it's not his fault, okay? It's not his fault that Sunghoon has the prettiest fingers he's ever seen in his life.

Dainty and slender, long and curved nails. You'd think his hands belonged on the cover of a magazine, showcasing a new perfume in a beige background.

Except they're not.

Instead, he's using said fingers to mold the clay into the shape of a cup, long and straight and everything Sunoo's plate isn't.

Sunoo is enraptured in the way Sunghoon's fingers slip in and out of the hole he's made inside the clay and with all due disrespect, Sunoo would like to see and feel how they're like when they slip into his own ho—

"Sunoo-ah? Are you listening to me?" Sunghoon asks and Sunoo blinks.

"Mhm. Of course I am," Sunoo replies.

"Then you could mold your own cup now, can't you?" Sunghoon asks, bringing another lump of clay from God knows where and slapping it on the wheel.

Sunoo gulps as he wets the sponge that Sunghoon hands to him after shifting his perfectly shaped cup to the side and leaning back on his chair, his browned hands and fingers — Sunoo doesn't mind if they're a bit dirty — crossed over his chest as he stares back at Sunoo with a small smile playing on his lips.

Sunoo can't lie, he loves the attention. And he wallows in it as he puts on a show of wetting and squeezing the sponge before dabbing it on the clay and then pressing his foot on the wheel and slowly spinning his hand around the clay as he molds it so it sits upright with a base.

He's doing pretty good if he says so himself but all goes left when he attempts to make a hole inside the lump of clay and the wheel sort of speeds up and the clay flops from the height of the cup.

"Oh shit," he says and Sunghoon is instantly getting up to crouch behind him and wrap his arms over Sunoo's, sliding his beautiful hands down the length of Sunoo's arms, staining it with streaks of brown but Sunoo could care less about that as he feels Sunghoon's hands wrapping over his knuckles and guiding him to reform the cup the right way, seemingly too tired to speak again.

"You can't make it too tall," he whispers into the space between them and Sunoo hums in reply, too scared to open his mouth and say something in case he says something wrong. "Or it'll fall and become another bowl or plate."

"I-I wouldn't mind another plate," Sunoo says in a soft tone. Sunghoon shakes his head which makes their heads bump into each other.

Sunghoon's fingers slide between Sunoo's, intertwining them and sort of holding his hand as he guides him to form small indentations around the rim of the short cup, imperfectly done.

Sunghoon silently directs Sunoo until he's made enough indentations around the entire rim and then moves his right hand away from the clay.

But the thing that makes Sunoo's heart skip a beat and his pussy flutter around nothing is the fact that when Sunghoon places his hand on the side table beside the wheel, he continues to hold Sunoo's hand down, fingers intertwined as if it's the most normal thing for him to do.

Sunoo can't help it and he lets out the most embarrassing whimper he's ever made in his life. In his defense, he's been trying to hold it in for a few hours now because of how hot Sunghoon looked while staring at him — especially when he had started making the hole the wrong way. One could say him lifting up his eyes to give Sunghoon his best fuck me eyes was the reason the hole had been wrongly formed and why the cup tried to collapse a second time.

Sunghoon pretends he doesn't hear it — Sunoo is thankful — as he gives one last squeeze to Sunoo's hand and then pulls away, moving back to his seat silently.

"Well done," he praises Sunoo as he sets the finished cup to the side along with the wheel. "Let's go wash up."

Sunoo, with red cheeks and maybe a wet patch in the front of his panties, gets up and follows behind Sunghoon, hoping the man would slam him into the wall of the bathroom and slide his fingers down the front of his pants, uncaring for Sunoo's comfort at being pressed against the cold tiled wall. 

Instead, they wash up in silence. It's nothing short of innocent though because at some point, Sunoo is washing his hands as hard as he can but the clay between his nails aren't coming off so Sunghoon volunteers to help, quietly.

He reenacts the same position they were in earlier, only this time, he's standing with his crotch to Sunoo's ass and Sunoo, probably delusional enough to think it up, feels something pressed behind him.

He's so sure .

"Rub your nails over your palm with some soap," he explains and Sunoo just kind of lets him do it himself because he's so in his head about how close Sunghoon is and if this is how he is with everyone that comes for a private lesson. "You'll be happy to know you're my first private lesson."

Okay, so maybe that was not an inner thought.

"Are you always this touchy with your students?" Sunoo asks, eyes not daring to look into the mirror in fear of seeing how red his face is. He started this but now he's so shy.

"Why? You wanna feel special?" Sunghoon asks, his breath fanning over the skin of Sunoo's bared open neck.

"Why wouldn't I?" Sunoo retorts.

At this point, their hands are just running under the water even though Sunoo can see his nails and hands are clean already.

"Right," Sunghoon replies with a huff of breath and then lets go of Sunoo's hands to look up at the mirror where Sunoo's eyes are slowly lifting from the tap to look into his orbs.

Sunoo's breath hitches when they do and he's stuck in place as Sunghoon gives him a towel to dry his hands.

He's still standing behind Sunoo and he wonders why he's there until.he feels the apron falling off his waist, loosening the tightness of it.

"By tomorrow, the cups should be dry and you can come to paint it," Sunghoon says as he throws the dirtied aprons — his and Sunoo's, into the laundry basket next to the door of the bathroom.

"Just the cups? Are you throwing away my plate?" Sunoo asks, breaking out of his endeared bubble from Sunghoon's caring ways.

"You'll find out tomorrow," Sunghoon laughs and Sunoo gasps.

"How dare you throw out a student's piece? That should be a trophy on a shelf, I think,"

"I assure you, you're the only one who thinks that, Sunoo," Sunghoon replies, standing by the door of the shop.

They'd been walking out the bathroom and past the reception of the small pottery shop all this while. Sunoo huffs and crosses his arms over his chest with a pout.

Sunghoon stares at him as his laugh simmers down to a small smile which shows his pointy vampire-like teeth.

Sunoo wants him to bite him.

"Well, goodnight then, Sunoo," Sunghoon gives a small bow even though the sun is still up and it's only been three hours since he'd come. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Just be sure you have my plate ready to paint," Sunoo says with a bat of his lashes which makes Sunghoon scoff. "Or there'll be consequences."

"I wonder what consequences you could possibly inflict on me," Sunghoon says, bending down a little to reach eye level with Sunoo which makes Sunoo feel funny in his stomach and legs. "You're a little too adorable to do anything."

"I'm adorable?" Sunoo asks with a pout.

"Is that what you got out of that?" Sunghoon shakes his head and instead opens the door for Sunoo to walk out of. "I'll see you."

"Of course you will," Sunoo says with a wink and waves to Sunghoon as he walks out of the door.

Sunghoon closes the door with a sigh and looks down at his pants, willing his stupid third leg to stop having a mind of its own.

Sunoo walks to the bus stop and has to cross his legs so he doesn't get more aroused than he already is by the air blowing towards his crotch.

—

The next day, Sunoo comes straight from class so he's a bit rushed but it was a single class so he didn't have plenty of things to gather before his arrival.

As usual, he meets Sunghoon at the reception and they say hi to each other, both knowing fully well that there's a certain tension between them as they settle in a different room, specifically made for painting and drying finished products from the array of dried cups and bowls and plates and other things that Sunoo doesn't know what they are.

"Did you get home safe?" Sunghoon asks and Sunoo looks up at him from the mirror where he's tying his apron by himself while Sunghoon arranges the paint and palette for them alongside their dried cups.

"I'm here today so that should tell you something," Sunoo says, not realizing how his words sound coming out of his mouth.

"Woke up on the wrong side of bed?" Sunghoon asks and Sunoo realizes how he replied and immediately feels bad about it.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I said it like that,"

"You're okay," Sunghoon replies and then directs him to his side of the table.

He explains how much paint he'll need and if he wants to try a technique with some other tools. Sunghoon starts to squirt some paint on his own palette, mixing it up with his paintbrush while Sunoo stares at him with a smirk on his lips.

"You were right though, about waking up on the wrong side of bed," he says, eyes watching Sunghoon's face for the reaction he's looking for.

"Really? Why so?" Sunghoon actually sounds intrigued, eyebrows raised in question, lifting his eyes away from his palette to look at Sunoo.

"I didn't wake up on your bed," Sunoo says and only has to see the tips of Sunghoon's ears burning bright red to look back down at his palette and begin mixing a sage color on his palette.

He swipes a brush over the mixed paint and then swipes it over his dried cup. It's cute actually, now that he's actually looking at it.

He almost forgets that Sunghoon didn't give him an answer until he's looking up at him with furrowed brows.

Sunghoon is red in the face. Sunoo doesn't know if it's because he doesn't get hit on a lot of or if he's just a natural blusher like that but it's an adorable sight.

"Oh. Oh, " he says, patting his face as if to get him out of his reverie and then he smiles, a small thing that Sunoo wouldn't have caught if he wasn't too busy staring at his face. "I think we should— we should start painting the cups?"

Sunoo is already halfway done with painting the cup so he has no idea why Sunghoon is asking him that but he still indulges him in the flustered way he's speaking, all stutters and nothing like the composed man Sunoo knows of. 

"Are you asking me, teach?" He asks with a raised brow, lifting his cup to show that he's almost done painting the first coat of paint. "I'm only under you."

"It wasn't a question," Sunghoon says and Sunoo can see that he's avoiding eye contact. Well, that never failed to stop Sunoo from taking up a challenge. "And don't say it like that."

Sunghoon sounds like he's scolding Sunoo but the younger man  could care less. He's just so into Sunghoon and his pretty fingers and the way he carries himself and wants him to fuck him within an inch of his life either with said fingers or something even better.

"I wasn't giving an answer and I don't think there's anything wrong with how I worded it. You're just the one with a dirty mind," Sunoo retorts, smiling wide with every response Sunghoon gives him.

"Are you always this flirty?" The man asks with a strain in his voice.

Sunoo chuckles. "Are you always this bashful? It's cute."

Sunghoon doesn't reply after that, caught too off guard that the only reaction he manages is looking up to analyze Sunoo's final work before they're glazed.

He squints hard at the fully painted cup and then reaches with his hand to pull Sunoo's fingers away from the side of the cup. "You're painting over your fingers," he points out with worry in his voice.

"A happy mistake," Sunoo responds with a smile. "And this applies now because I'm an artist now."

Sunoo tries to pick up his brush to continue what he was doing but Sunghoon isn't letting go of his hand.

Sunoo can't help it okay, he's horny and he's desperate for a good time and Sunghoon has already been giving him signs that he may feel the same way so he doesn't hold back from intertwining their fingers and pulling Sunghoon close with their hands held together.

Sunghoon, despite his cold demeanor and all, can't help the gasp he makes and the way his lashes flutter when Sunoo pulls him with enough force to bump their noses together.

"You have beautiful hands," Sunoo says, leading said hand towards his face and rubbing the back of Sunghoon's hand on his cheek, maintaining eye contact.

".. thank you," Sunghoon breathes out, not knowing what to say or do when Sunoo has him entranced like this.

Sunoo pulls his hand away from his face to analyze his fingers and his nails, grazing his knuckles and using his other hand to hold his hand up, massaging it with his own fingers.

"Such slender fingers too.. and pretty nails," Sunoo points out, eyes flickering between his hand and his eyes, drowsy and dark with lust.

"Sunoo," he breathes out.

"Hm?" Sunoo asks with a smirk, his face moving forward to bump their noses together and tilt his head. "Yes, Sunghoon?"

"Why are your lips so far away?" He asks.

Sunoo smiles as he lurches forward, lips meeting Sunghoon's in a deep press.

Sunghoon, the only one that's thinking between them, pushes the table between them to pull Sunoo close to him with arms around his waist, kissing him breathless (literally, Sunoo can't breathe).

Sunoo pulls away with Sunghoon's lips chasing after his and he has to settle on the man's thighs, spread where he's seated back on his seat.

Sunoo chuckles as Sunghoon's hand comes up to pull down his chin and claim his lips once more, licking into his mouth and biting down on his bottom lip, their crotches rubbing over each other on a slow grind.

Sunghoon thrusts upwards to get more friction and Sunoo grinds forward to feel the hardness pressing on the inside of Sunghoon's thigh.

The younger of the two is first to break off the kiss and reach down for Sunghoon's hand to bring them up to his face, more specifically, his mouth.

"I wonder what they feel like when you touch someone," he says as he plays with Sunghoon's fingers, trailing them over his lips, wet and red from the kiss. Sunghoon's touch is careful and restrained. Sunoo can feel his hold tighten around his waist and over the swell of his hips, keeping Sunoo down against his cock. "Are you careful with them? Or rough because you've got that sadistic glint in your eyes?"

Sunghoon burns bright. Just the way Sunoo expected him to. He's so easy to rouse. Sunoo is not shy as he leads one of Sunghoon's finger past the parting of his lips and into his hot mouth.

He sucks on it and watches the way Sunghoon's bottom lip trembles and the way his nose flares as his eyes move with the way Sunoo's mouth sucks over his finger and the way the digits slide out and slides back in with calculated licks in-between.

"You're all red. You've been thinking about it, haven't you?" Sunoo asks, voice muffled but Sunghoon can understand him clearly. "About me? Having your pretty fingers inside me, haven't you?"

Sunoo leans forward to kiss Sunghoon's jaw, sliding his finger out and then pulling back to sit perched on his lap as he directs two fingers now back into his mouth.

"Wonder if I'll be all wet around your fingers, right? Why don't you find out, Sunghoon?"

Sunghoon wants to find out. He wants to so fucking bad but he can't muster up the words because Sunoo is pushing his fingers deeper into his mouth, deep enough that he feels his nails hit the back of his tongue and wonders why the fuck Sunoo's throat is tightening around his fingers.

He can't help the breathless moan he lets out and the moan he makes, embarrassing as his hips move on their own accord, thrusting in search of more friction from Sunoo bottom half.

"I can be so good for you," he takes his fingers out of his mouth before he speaks and then takes them back in, deep into his mouth.

Sunghoon presses down this time, he's so hard in his pants. Sunoo doesn't even gag. Just bats his lashes prettily at Sunghoon and if possible, takes him deeper into his throat, head leaning forward.

Sunghoon could probably come in his pants like this, just Sunoo's throat fluttering around his throat and his large wet eyes staring at him.

He pulls out Sunghoon's fingers from his mouth with a wet sound, saliva trickling down the length of his fingers, licking between his fingers and sucking at the fingertips, giving them a lick like he would to a lollipop that sends shivers down Sunghoon's spine and a fever running down his neck.

"See? I'll take you in so well, baby ," the pet name does things to Sunghoon. He's been dreaming of it. Sure, they met yesterday but there was enough sexual tension between them to get him aroused after Sunoo left and to go to sleep imagining wide feline eyes on him as pretty pink lips stretched over his cock.

"Have your fingers soaking in my pussy. So perfect for you, oppa."

" Fuck ." It's the first thing Sunghoon has said since Sunoo kissed him. Or was he the one that kissed him? It doesn't matter now because they meet in the middle, lips parted open, meeting with a moan and a wet press of mouths. "How are you so fucking perfect?"

"Wait till I take off my pants," Sunoo retorts, pushing Sunghoon's hands away from him as he gets up and begins to push his worn out pants down his legs.

He slides them off and throws them to the side of the painting room, the warm evening light shining in through the windows and curtains. It's not enough for them to be seen but the thought of being seen makes Sunoo even wetter in the front of his panties.

There is, inevitably, a wet patch of Sunoo's arousal in the front of his pussy, where his lips are bunching his panties.

He moves forward towards Sunghoon, speechless and breathless at the sight in front of him, and Sunghoon reaches with two fingers to pull at the waistband of the panties, pulling them down slowly, his wetness making a string that connects his pussy lips to his panties.

"What the— Jesus Christ, you're soaking, " he says as he slides down the panties down the rest of Sunoo's legs, throwing them to meet his pants on the floor.

"I know,"

Sunoo smirks, throwing a leg over Sunghoon's thighs but not sitting down on him before lifting the apron and undoing his button and zipper.

Sunghoon is hard and leaking against his boxers, which is no surprise given Sunoo is standing in front of him, almost naked with nothing on but his apron — which he's refused to take off somehow — and he's pulling out his cock from its confines and giving Sunghoon a single stroke up and down.

"Are you sure this is the best position to be in? We could go to the resting ro— oh fuck , Sunoo," Sunghoon had been suggesting somewhere else that they could go to but Sunoo's too horny to thing of anything else and he'd proven that by leading Sunghoon's hand to cup his mound, his fingers sliding between his lips.

Sunghoon, ever obedient, holds Sunoo's waist as Sunoo leans back on the table they'd moved to the side, and slides his fingers deep inside him.

Just as the other man had teased, he's so fucking wet. And yes, Sunghoon had imagined this. Had thought of what Sunoo would feel like around his fingers but he couldn't possibly imagine anything better than this.

His pussy's so slick and wet and warm. He's all parted, open mouth and soft moans and legs spread for Sunghoon to plunge his fingers deep into his walls, rubbing and angling them right to where Sunoo wants him most.

Sunoo is holding his wrist against him, lifting one leg to rest it on Sunghoon's thigh, which Sunghoon uses to pull himself closer and kiss Sunoo's inner thigh.

"Beautiful," he says, eyes on Sunoo's face, tear clumped lashes and a beet red face, looking down to where Sunghoon is sliding his fingers in and out of his pussy, pausing to rub his wetness all over his entrance and over his clit, Sunoo's legs twitching in oversensitivity. "You're so fucking pretty."

"Even prettier on your fingers?" Sunoo asks with a smirk, smile falling off his face into a broken moan, leg shaking when Sunghoon flexes his finger pads inside him, hitting that sweet spot that makes him shake and his voice strain in his throat.

"Yeah. So pretty," Sunghoon agrees, fingers unrelenting despite the way Sunoo is fighting between himself on whether to push Sunghoon's hand away or to push him even deeper inside him. "Are you gonna come?"

"Not without your cock inside me," Sunoo breathes out and finally makes up his mind as he pushes Sunghoon's hand away from his pussy, his fingers sliding out wet and messy with juices.

Sunghoon stares at the strand of wetness that connects his two fingers and looks up at Sunoo. "You're so messy, baby. Why don't you be good and clean up after yourself?"

Sunoo has a dazed look on his face, cheeks pink with shame, breath hot on Sunghoon's wet fingers that are pressing on his mouth.

He opens up nicely for Sunghoon, his mouth closing around the slightly tangy taste of his own arousal, sucking around Sunghoon's fingers and cleaning them up, licking between them and sucking at the tips of them.

Sunoo's eyes are closed as the fingers pop out of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Sunghoon's which are fixed on his mouth when he does.

"Good enough?"

"You have no idea."

So here's the thing, Sunoo has doubted Sunghoon's strength but he's thrown all thoughts of that out the window when he's being lifted off the edge of Sunghoon's knees and fixed on his thigh, the tip of his cock pressing at his entrance.

"I don't have a condom," Sunghoon reminds him as he begins to press in and Sunoo begins to sit down on his cock.

"Maybe I wanna have your kids," Sunoo says, wrapping his arms around Sunghoon's neck, his fingers running through the hair at the back of Sunghoon's head. "Besides, you feel too good already."

"Okay," Sunghoon chuckles, resting both hands on either side of Sunoo's waist and pulling him over his cock.

Sunoo breathes in in preparation for Sunghoon to thrust up into him and when Sunghoon doesn't do anything, being too careful with his rotating hips that are thrusting up into Sunoo, he slams his lower body down, pussy swallowing Sunghoon's cock deep inside him, a loud squelching sound filling the room.

" God !" Sunghoon groans, eyebrows creased in pleasure and the sheer confidence of Sunoo. "Fuck, Sunoo. Why are you so..?"

The words fail to form because he's beginning to slowly rock into Sunoo, fucking him in short and sloppy thrusts, holding his ass down against him, fists full of his cheeks, guiding him up and down his cock, Sunoo tight around him, so perfect , just how he'd promised.

Sunghoon is silent generally so it's not a shock that he's silent when fucking and Sunoo is being fucked so good by said man that he can't form any words other than multiple punched out gasps of ahhs and oohs, pressing Sunghoon's head firm against his chest.

"So good, Sunoo-ah.. so tight and warm," Sunghoon mutters against Sunoo's chest, licking up a stripe up his neck before pausing and sucking a spot on his collarbone. "You're so good for oppa, hm? Gonna let me come inside you like a good boy?"

"Yes! Oh .. yes, oppa," Sunoo mumbles, his fist tight in Sunghoon's hair, using it to pull his head back and lick into his mouth. "I'm so close, oppa. You're so good to me, Hoon. Are you gonna make me come on your cock?"

"Yeah.." Sunghoon nods, reaching forward to claim Sunoo's plump lips between his teeth and then lick at the bottom lip jutting out from Sunoo's gasp.

Sunghoon reaches a hand down between them, where they're connected, hot and wet and slick, his hips rocking up into Sunoo's and Sunoo's hips slamming back down on him, walls gripping his girth tight.

He rubs Sunoo's clitin soft circles, head tipped up to watch Sunoo's reaction and Sunoo's face crumples in pleasure as he tightens his hold on Sunghoon's shoulder.

His orgasm is pulled out of him, body shuddering, legs shaking as he comes, splutters all over Sunghoon's dick, his thighs soaked with his orgasm and maybe even something else.

"Did you just squirt?" Sunghoon asks with a wolfish smile, looking amused at the way Sunoo slumps down against him once his orgasm washes over his body. "You did so well, baby, oppa's close too. Just a bit more, okay?"

"Mhm,"

Sunoo hums against Sunghoon's neck, letting hims hold his soft as down as he thrusts up into his heat, groaning and moaning.

Sunghoon's orgasm is already so close and all it takes is Sunoo's head lifting from his neck to press his tongue on the seam of Sunghoon's lips, the man opening pliantly for him as Sunoo kisses him with more tongue than anything.

His hips still inside Sunoo, cock twitching and his seed coating his insides in hot, thick spurts. Sunoo moans against Sunghoon's lips.

Sunghoon, who kisses him deeper, hands leaving his ass to rub two fingers where his cock is sliding out of Sunoo's hole.

He brings up his fingers to Sunoo's mouth and Sunoo doesn't need to be told twice because he immediately gets to sucking on his fingers.

(A few weeks later, when there's a new customer in the shop, they point to the craft displayed at the receptionist table to ask why it's so special and Sunghoon smiles at the deformed plate, painted blue and white and replies,

"A happy mistake,"

He then proceeds to text Sunoo about it, telling him that yes, he agrees that his happy mistake makes people happy as well while Sunoo asks him when he'll see him next, hinting that he has two tickets to a movie premiering on Saturday and Sunghoon can't help the small chuckle that leaves his mouth as he types out a,

"Can I tag along?"

To which Sunoo immediately replies with,

"Since you asked so nicely," and really, Sunghoon can never get enough of his cuteness.)