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What the hell.
Anton clicked on the page. Once. Twice. Refreshed the page. Nothing.
Okay, maybe the page not loading was a blessing in disguise. He was being quite unsubtle about his intentions to begin with. Who else jacked off at 4AM while surrounded by his asleep groupmates, using his laptop to watch porn no less?
Anton did. He had made an embarrassing habit of it, actually. He knew his synapses were fried for a long time now. Some people on Quora argued that it was natural to think about sex 24/7, especially as a hormonal young man still in your teens, and while that provided some comfort, Anton could not help but worry that he was steadily descending the downward spiral. It was fine to rub one out in the bathroom, had even been normalised amongst trainees who had to practise for sixteen hours a day. Was it strange from an outsider’s perspective? Sure, but Anton was no outsider. He respected that other people, and himself, had some primal urges to satisfy.
The problem was that every time, he wanted something more. The fantasy stopped being enough. Then the porn stopped being enough. Long gone were the days when the vaguely romantic missionary was satisfying. He didn’t know if he was actually turned on by gaping assholes and sounding and tentacle hentai, but his dick got hard and that was enough for him. But then the bathroom wasn’t enough to give him that desperately needed dopamine kick. He had taken to masturbating in the comfort of his bed, knowing that at any time, one of his groupmates could wake up and catch him in the act. He didn’t know if he wanted to get caught or not, but it was probably the former. He never bothered covering up with a blanket, made a show of covering his dick in as much spit as possible and revelling in the squelching, secretly hoping that a hyung would wake up from the sounds and put his degenerate self in his place.
No such luck yet. Anton didn’t even know if he liked men, much less his hyungs, but the thrill managed to temporarily satisfy his hunger.
But the damn page still wasn’t loading. This was starting to get annoying. He could go on his phone and watch some tasty CBT he had found on Twitter the other day… no, the point was to enjoy his show on the big screen and he couldn’t be fucked to log onto his account from his laptop.
Whatever, XVideos can die. What about XNXX? That was always a reliable one and it didn’t crash on him.
For all his enthusiasm to be seen, Anton got too caught up looking through categories to hear the bunk opposite his creaking.
“What the fuck…” came a groggy mutter, and Anton winced, looking across to find Wonbin, freshly awake, rubbing his eyes. “Anton, stop watching series and go to sleep. The brightness is really annoying.”
Anton stayed still, watching Wonbin attentively. “S-sorry, hyung…” he apologised.
He could feel his dick chubbing up at just how close he was to the realisation of his fantasy. The moment Wonbin’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he would see his dongsaeng with his pants down, and the blood ringing in his ears and his dick stopped Anton from imagining the rest. God, he could come untouched just at the feeling of the adrenaline coursing through his body.
Anton’s eyes widened. No, it couldn’t be. Wonbin just turned on his other side and went back to sleep! Of all the scenarios, he had not predicted this one. And it was the last one he wanted, of course. Being cursed at for being a perverted exhibitionist would have been much better, even desirable! His heart sank.
“Wonbinnie-hyung… hyung!” there was an edge to Anton’s whisper. This was the first time he was this close to being discovered, and it sent a jolt of arousal through him that he hadn’t felt ever since he first discovered the pleasure of jerking off in a dirty shared bathroom with poor soundproofing. He wanted Wonbin to see him, and he would get what he wanted no matter what.
Wonbin groaned in the back of his throat, the sound making Anton dig his nails into the muscled flesh of his thigh. “What do you want?” he turned to Anton’s side again, “Let me sl—” and the words died down. Wonbin’s eyes flitted from Anton’s flushed face and wide eyes, illuminated by the laptop light, to his cock, fully exposed and half hard.
“What’s going on?” Wonbin asked, his look not going back to his dongsaeng’s face. Anton’s dick must have twitched at the sight of Wonbin’s expression, sleepiness knocked out from the shock.
Anton tried to say something, he really did, but he hadn’t planned up to this point. “Um…” This wasn’t how it went in porn! What the fuck was he supposed to say? “I can explain,” God he was so fucking stupid.
“I think your friend is doing the explaining for you,” Wonbin nodded to Anton’s dick, “What is wrong with you?”
It was a miracle the rest of the boys slept like rocks, because if they were all witnesses to Anton’s humiliation it would have had devastating consequences on the group’s dynamic (it would have also made Anton spurt cum all over himself and his sheets). Wonbin’s jab made Anton’s face grow redder, and he bit on his lip because he was so fucking hard it hurt.
“Hyung—“
“Wait. Don’t tell me this is getting you off,” Wonbin stared at Anton incredulously, and the younger one couldn’t stop himself from nodding. Wonbin shifted, and then lifted himself off the bed. He stared down at Anton with a different look now, brows furrowed. “You dirty bitch.”
It was embarrassing how Anton leaned towards Wonbin’s figure towering over him, obscured in the darkness of the bedroom. But Anton caught the glint of Wonbin’s smirk, and if he was completely off the rails he would have pawed at Wonbin’s sweatpants and begged for more insults to be thrown his way. He was so dangerously close to doing that.
“You’re funny, Anton,” Wonbin commented, “You really like this, huh?”
Anton chewed on the inside of his cheek. He couldn’t deny that, could he?
He nodded again, and Wonbin’s warm hand was now on his wrist, so close to his aching cock. Anton lost whatever conscious thought remained in his brain right then and there.
“Come with me.”
The bathroom tiles were cold and hard under Anton’s knees. He could feel blood pumping under every inch of his body, and Wonbin seemed to notice.
“Why are you shaking? Are you cold?” he asked. Anton’s hyung was settled on the closed toilet seat, staring down at him with contempt between his spread legs. In a small part of his brain, he felt self-conscious – Wonbin’s dark gaze looked so real that Anton feared his hyung actually hated him. But that was only a tiny intrusive thought that he was not about to dwell on in the current situation.
“I mean, kinda–”
Wonbin tsked, pressing a foot against Anton’s chest. A sharp breath left his lips. Anton was never much into feet but if this was how Wonbin wanted to play, he was down. He was down for absolutely anything.
“I didn’t want you to answer that. We don’t have a lot of time until the others wake up, so just do as I say, okay?”
Anton gulped and nodded. Wonbin seemed satisfied. He dragged his foot down Anton’s torso, muscles clenching under the weight the lower he went. When his foot made contact with Anton’s cock, cold against hot, he could barely press his lips shut against a moan. His hands balled into fists on top of his thighs and Wonbin grinned, so wicked it made Anton’s head spin. He couldn’t cum, not now, please.
“You’re so cute when you look at me like that. So fucking pitiful,” Wonbin teased, and the ball of his foot was pressing down hard now and it hurt and Anton whined behind gritted teeth at the pain. “I didn’t expect this from you, Anton. I thought you were innocent but you’re a degenerate loser after all. You like this, don’t you?”
“S-stop, I’m gonna–” At the word stop, Wonbin pulled his foot away. Anton exhaled, tried to ground himself and failed. How could he do that when he was at his hyung’s mercy?
“Gonna what? Say it,” Wonbin encouraged him, not touching him at all yet still sending chills down Anton’s spine.
“Gonna cum.”
Anton looked away from Wonbin. A beat of silence passed.
“I wasn’t planning on making you cum in the first place,” Wonbin said and Anton’s head jerked back to face him, “Is that all it takes for you?”
Anton’s mouth was open but no sound was coming out. The tent in Wonbin’s pants looked delicious and all Anton wanted to do was mouth at it over the cotton of his underwear while Wonbin subjugated him, anything that would grant him an orgasm–
Wonbin pulled him roughly by the hair and forced Anton to look him in the eyes. “It’s a yes or no question.”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Anton breathed out, the hand on the back of his neck leaving no space for coherent thought. But it was gone just as soon as it had come, and Anton leaned forward, desperate to be touched.
“I told you you’re pitiful. Wanna make yourself look more useful?”
“I’ll do anything, fuck,” Anton breathed out. He didn’t want to know how much he had debased himself in Wonbin’s perception, right now all he wanted was to keep the fire under his skin going.
“Then suck my dick. And take your shirt off too,” Wonbin commanded. Anton’s breath hitched as he watched Wonbin palm himself over his underwear, God he was so ready to get his mouth filled, but—
“But why do I need to take my shirt off?” he asked.
Wonbin huffed, and it almost sounded like he caught back a laugh. He wasn’t looking at Anton’s eyes anymore. “What, can a hyung not care about his dongsaeng’s laundry anymore? I don’t want you getting your clothes dirty.”
“But I’ll swallow it all up!” Anton offered, eager to please. “Promise,” he added quietly, and Wonbin’s dark eyes were piercing through him again.
“Do as I say or I’m leaving right now.”
Anton could not recall ever undressing so fast before. It was in a matter of seconds that he was fully exposed in front of his hyung. It’s nothing Wonbin hadn’t seen before, but it felt so different. Much more exciting. As Wonbin slid his pants down, cock smacking heavy against his stomach, Anton could barely remember his own name. Shit, this was wilder than any scenario he had imagined. He would make sure to calculate how many jack off sessions this memory would last him later.
He leaned in closer, placing a hand on his hyung’s kneecap. He spat in the other before wrapping his hand around Wonbin’s length. He knew his hand was trembling, but Wonbin’s shaky exhale meant he was doing something right.
“Hurry it up, Anton, the others will wake up soon,” Wonbin urged, even though his tone indicated he was in no rush. Still, even Anton knew that anyone catching them in the act would get them in trouble, however much he wanted it, so he took the tip of Wonbin’s cock in his mouth.
Wonbin cursed and a hand was gripping his hair again, making him moan around the weight. Anton let his tongue hang out his lips, licking over a new salty expanses of skin. He started bobbing up and down, and the grip tightened and it hurt and felt so fucking good he could die right then and there.
His throat constricted as Wonbin’s cock hit the back of it. He gagged, and of course Wonbin fucking heard that and he held Anton’s head in that position, pushing his hips impossibly further against his mouth.
“You like getting your mouth fucked like that?” Wonbin muttered, revelling in the sounds of Anton’s gags and moans, “Of course you fucking do, you little pervert. You would do anything to cum, yeah?”
(If Anton could move his head to nod, he would.)
He let Wonbin move him up and down his dick, making sure his cheeks were hollowed as his head was dragged up and down the hard length. He didn’t know how he was going to record with a sore throat later, but he would find a way. The way Wonbin abused his throat was so mindblowing, he could feel his own dick leaking hot and sticky across skin. He wanted to reach down so badly and stroke himself, but he knew Wonbin wouldn’t allow that.
His hands latched tightly on his hyung’s legs, and a shy glance up caught Wonbin with his head thrown back. Anton groaned in pleasure, even as tears formed in his eyes. He knew he had just acquired a new addiction that would not be going away.
“Almost there, shit… ” Wonbin dragged out the last word, and Anton knew he was close with the way he tried to stuff his mouth as much as he humanely could. “Who trained your throat before me?”
Anton didn’t have time to entertain any potential answer as he heard Wonbin groan, louder than any other sound he’d made, and then felt his hot cum filling the back of his throat. Anton gulped it down obediently, cringing at the bitter aftertaste but he doubted Wonbin was looking at him anyway.
Finally, Wonbin eased him off his dick and Anton let his head fall on the toilet seat, between his hyung’s thighs. Exhaustion seeped out of him, and he knew he was being gross but he didn’t give a fuck.
“Wow…” his voice was raspy as he gasped out, trying to catch his breath.
A sharp tug at his hair stopped him from getting any rest, and Wonbin was in his face, closer than he had been the whole morning. “I’m not done yet.”
“W-what?” Anton asked, but it made his heart race once more. His cock twitched, neglected but still hard — had Wonbin changed his mind? Would he make Anton cum?
“I need to piss.”
“Oh,” Anton trailed off, making sure the disappointment in his voice wouldn’t go unnoticed, “Go ahead then,” he tried to get up, felt his knees aching before Wonbin held him still once more.
“I will. Open your mouth.”
Anton suddenly stood on edge, as if he had put his finger in a socket.
“Huh?”
His brain was in shambles, somehow scandalised at the sudden demand despite his fondness for Dirty Piss Whores Parts One Through Four. But his cock twitched again. He was harder than ever. He wanted this, and Wonbin was going to give him it.
“Are you that stupid? Open your mouth,” Wonbin rolled his eyes, and then his fingers were on Anton’s jaw, prying it open. “That’s it.” Anton did not protest, too shocked to move. Wonbin’s softened dick was right in front of his face, and then piss spattered all over him, disgusting and revolting and so insanely hot on his face, his mouth, his chest. His eyes screwed shut, and he knew he was never coming back from this. He was far gone long before his hyung used him as a urinal, but this was a whole new level of depravity. There was no point in holding back anymore, he figured and he finally wrapped a hand around his cock, fast and tight as he worked himself. The sour taste in his mouth would push him over the edge soon, it–
“Good boy,” Wonbin praised above him and Anton came so hard he saw white. He had never felt so alive before, and maybe it said a lot about him that the best dopamine kick he had ever gotten ended with him in a puddle of cooling piss. But whatever, there were worse things out there.
Wonbin didn’t wait for Anton to get off his high, only sat up and made his way carefully around his dongsaeng and the dirty floor. He looked over the younger one for a moment. Streaks of cum now stained his wet chest, lean body covered in filth from top to bottom. He had worked that little loser good.
“I told you you had to take your shirt off. I bet you’re thanking me now, aren’t you?” Wonbin commented, standing behind Anton. “Make sure you clean up the mess,” were his last words, and Anton heard the bathroom door creak open and shut.
Anton didn’t make any complaint. After he was done wiping the floor, he would hop in the shower for a round of long and hard soul searching.