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Sangwon was always a curious child like any other, picking up interesting objects with his dark eyes and putting them in his mouth to try and taste them and memorize what they meant. His mom thought this curiosity was normal, blaming it on the growth phase, as Sangwon's teeth were coming in and biting objects was an automatic mechanism to relieve the itching in his gums.
He sucked on a pacifier until he was 2 years old, and to this day his mother keeps them as if they were a treasure. Four of them to be precise, in Sangwon's favorite colors.
Sangwon's sister finds it disgusting, but his mom defends her pretty little baby until at least the age of 5. That's when Sangwon retires the pacifiers and abandons the habit of biting and sucking on dubious objects, switching to sucking his fingers.
His sister hates this habit of his, and slaps her dongsaeng's palm whenever she catches him sucking his thumb while watching a very interesting cartoon. Sangwon whimpers from the pain and the scolding; he doesn't understand why it irritates his sister so much and how it harms her (when it doesn't affect him at all, only calms him down), but he doesn't put his fingers in his mouth until he sees that his older sister has moved away enough for him to feel comfortable doing it again.
When he gets a little older, Sangwon realizes that sucking his fingers still calms him down, soothes him when he's nervous about taking tests, but doing it in front of people isn't right. Besides being a childish habit, he feels ashamed to lick his thumb and index finger publicly. At home, in the comfort of his room and away from his noona's judgmental eyes, Sangwon still breathes a sigh of relief when his index and middle fingers slowly wander across his lips until he's convinced it's safe to make way and rest them on his teeth. He spends 1 to 2 minutes in that same position until he manages to press them against his tongue, the saliva immediately wetting his skin. When he feels there's enough saliva around his fingers, he sucks and repeats that mechanism a few times until he feels completely relaxed.
In front of people, when he's anxious about schoolwork and group presentations, Sangwon always carries a lollipop or other candy in his backpack, and he sucks on them minutes beforehand to try and control his nervous, racing heartbeat. At 15, he realizes that besides being therapy for his stress peaks, it's quite sensual for the girls in his class. And a year later, he becomes attractive to almost all the girls in the school.
It's interesting how the simple act of sucking on a heart-shaped lollipop leaves his female classmates completely focused on him. He likes the reactions, the passionate sighs, the eyes that sparkle with every movement of his tongue on the candy, the lip bites to vocally restrain those who are still too young to feel these things. Sangwon learns that he is a very attractive boy and anything merely sexual that he hints at can leave the opposite sex at his feet. As a 15-year-old boy, brimming with hormones and an oral fixation that irritates his older sister, he feels like he can grasp the whole world in the palm of his hand.
Sangwon begins to become extremely addicted to his biting and sucking habit, benefiting not only from the overwhelming sense of tranquility from feeling saliva moisten whatever he puts in his mouth, but also from the exciting energy of being desired while doing so.
And at 18, he puts his first cigarette in his mouth.
The taste of nicotine is terrible; he always coughs uncontrollably when he inhales the foul smoke, and his best friend Kangmin laughs at him whenever Sangwon gets annoyed by his reactions and challenges himself to take another drag, repeating the same humiliating process. Kangmin is amused, letting Sangwon's cheeks flush from coughing for a few minutes, but he's still a good friend and pulls out a small, gray device that looks like a fancy little whiskey bottle. Sangwon had seen one of these before, the whiskey bottle actually; his dad likes to collect drinks, and he thinks Kangmin brought even more alcohol to liven up the tiny party they have in Geonwoo's basement. He asks Sangwon to put the device in his mouth, sucking on the nozzle forcefully.
Kangmin knows Sangwon has this bad habit of sucking on things when he's stressed (he doesn't know about the fingers; Sangwon is very careful, never to let the tip of his index finger go past his teeth). He brought the cigarette in the first place to show Sangwon and get him to try other things in an attempt to wean him off lollipops.
"You're sometimes so stupid, Kangmin. Saving you from diabetes and then giving you lung cancer is like pulling you off the edge of a cliff only to push you back over," Geonwoo rolls his eyes while gulping down a half-finished glass of beer. Kangmin ignores him because that's the thing Kangmin does best.
He knows how to do it, ignoring Geonwoo's fake good-boy sermons.
Sangwon does what Kangmin asks, and the sensation of this smoke is much better than the rot from the carcinogenic pipe that his best friend loves so much. The smell is pleasant too, a sweet watermelon aroma that fills the younger man's nostrils and takes over the small circle he and his friends make around the food and alcoholic drinks. He likes it, and Kangmin smiles as he says it's his early birthday present.
Of course, Geonwoo huffs in disapproval, Sangwon gives him a kiss on the cheek to calm him down, and it's enough to keep the second oldest of the trio quiet about the watermelon smoke for the rest of the night.
A year later, the trio Sangwon, Kangmin, and Geonwoo become a quartet with the arrival of Jeon Leejeong. They meet him in college, and Leejeong is the first boy Sangwon was attracted to.
His admiration lasts for months; Kangmin acts as his walking dear diary every night, getting annoyed when the older boy falls asleep during some of the calls, and then starts bothering Geonwoo. Kangmin doesn't have the right to be bored by Sangwon's sudden interest in Leejeong; he brought him into his circle of friends, he should deal with the consequences.
He doesn't. Not because he's a bad friend, but because Kangmin doesn't know how to tell Leejeong that his friend is interested in him, wants to kiss him… Sangwon wants to suck him off.
Sangwon discovers in Leejeong the desire to use his mouth and tongue on people to relieve stress. He later discovers that this is more like pent-up lust for not being able to have Leejeong for himself (Sangwon doesn't know how to flirt without cracking old-man jokes; Leejeong finds it funny, never attractive, and Geonwoo and Kangmin make the situation even worse when they laugh too, but not at the joke, at Sangwon).
Fortunately, many other people don't mind Sangwon's broken humor, his bizarre fixation on having his tongue wrapped around something is satisfied by them. The combination of his extremely experienced mouth with the desire to taste much more than his fingers is like an explosion of pleasure in Sangwon's mind.
He never sucked Leejeong off; deep down he regrets never having tasted his friend, but Leejeong becomes someone so special to him, just like Kangmin, just like Geonwoo, that his more romantic side doesn't allow him to ruin the friendship by giving a blowjob without commitment.
(He'll discover years later, at the bachelor party of the youngest of the quartet, that yes, he would accept a blowjob without commitment if Sangwon offered it. They'll laugh at the situation, Kangmin will choke on his beer, and Geonwoo will let the cat out of the bag, revealing that Sangwon has always been prone to stealing friendships because of his damn mouth.)
The sweet smoke from the e-cigarette gives way to the bitter taste of semen, and Sangwon loves swallowing every drop. Insane, to say the least.
He doesn't see much difference between the taste of women and men, and therefore doesn't care which one is in front of him at the moment, but the way he needs to suck each one is what stands out.
Of course, he wants it to be pleasurable for both him and the one receiving it, and to make sure everything goes right, he prepares like a perfectionist.
For women, he prefers them to lie down; he positions himself between their legs and likes to hold one of their thighs to prevent them from crushing his head when he runs his tongue over the right spot and penetrates the muscle with gusto. While holding their thigh, he can also feel the tremor between his fingers, so he knows they're enjoying it (the tremor is better than having your head crushed). When they orgasm, they almost always pull Sangwon's hair, and the white fluid paints their lips like lip gloss.
With men, he likes to kneel, but his knees need to be in a comfortable and clean place; he's not going to ruin his perfect skin just because his vices are indecent. Kneeling to suck a guy also prevents him from having his head crushed during a peak of pleasure. And the view is somewhat better.
Sangwon likes it when women's backs arch when he hits the perfect spot, and he also likes it when guys arch their backs to look at him when their balls are almost suffocating Sangwon with how full he is.
The weight of a penis is infinitely more pleasurable than the weight of his fingers. Sangwon rolls his eyes whenever he sticks his tongue out and tastes the solitary drop of precum on the swollen tip. He knows the man is hard because of him, and hearing men moan, even softly, is an achievement he cherishes like a medal.
He loses count of how many women and men he sucks when he's anxious, stressed, or just when he wants to have sex. Always casual, always without the slightest commitment involved.
The act of putting something in his mouth to calm down remains, but he always feels the need to change the flavor, the weight, the texture, the color. Suckers, fingers, the vape nozzle, pussy, and cock. His path is unhealthy, Sangwon can't blame anyone but himself.
And what makes him feel good, he won't abhor. He doesn't do drugs, alcohol isn't exactly one of his favorite drinks, and he doesn't have any vices that would land him in jail; just because he has an oral fixation doesn't mean he's weird.
The whole idea of wanting to put his mouth on different things and different people dies the moment he meets Zhou Anxin.
He sees Anxin for the first time in the college cafeteria; he's sitting between Kangmin and Geonwoo, both chatting animatedly with the boy. Sangwon approaches with Leejeong beside him and observes Anxin with such curiosity that flashbacks of the day Leejeong arrived pass through his head. He's attracted again.
Anxin has a small face and black hair; he's wearing square-framed glasses, and his eyes are as curious as Sangwon's lips. He tries to follow the lively conversation Kangmin and Geonwoo are trying to start with him, but his attention is stolen when Sangwon sits across the table, staring at him.
A shiver runs down Sangwon's neck, and he swallows hard. Damn, it's been so long since he felt this, and Anxin has no idea how messed up Sangwon's life is about to become.
While watching Anxin (and being stared back at), Sangwon learns that Anxin is on campus to participate in the annual Arts Congress. He and nine other classmates were chosen as outstanding students and will present their projects to the students at Sangwon's college. Geonwoo grabbed Anxin's arm at the first opportunity and brought him to Kangmin when they were allowed to walk around the building.
Anxin's college is on the other side of town, which is a shame because Sangwon would like to see him every day, but he wins the lottery seeing the boy becoming more comfortable with the hyungs with each passing minute.
He is also older than Anxin, only two years, and this also becomes an obstacle for Sangwon's racing heart; he's not good with younger people, he never knows how to approach them, what to say, what they would like to hear him say. He's not exactly one of the most communicative people in the quartet; perhaps he's at the bottom of the pyramid in that regard, and he's grateful that his friends were able to make Anxin stay.
He likes to prove things, he just isn't good at getting what/who to prove them to.
The day ends and Anxin needs to go home. The Congress continues the next day, but Anxin is still an art student and needs to return to his life on the other side of town. Luckily, he's added to Line's group of friends at the same instant, and he becomes a 2003 line like everyone else there (Leo rejuvenated a year when he became friends with Sangwon last year, all so the quartet could become a quintet).
Sangwon sits in the passenger seat when Geonwoo unlocks the car, all calculated to be able to extract some information from Kim about the younger boy. Geonwoo gives him everything he needs to realize he wants Anxin, and when the older man drops Sangwon off at his door, he can't help but make a completely unnecessary comment about "Now you'll know how someone close to you tastes like, Sangwon-ah," causing Kangmin to burst into laughter for an hour.
At that moment, Sangwon stops himself from strangling his best friends simply because he still needs them to get closer to Anxin.
This doesn't take long to happen. Anxin being in another college doesn't stop him from frequently hanging out with Geonwoo, and when Geonwoo goes out with Anxin, he brings Kangmin, who brings Leejeong, and Leejeong brings Sangwon. Sangwon loves being included in the Chinese boy's life.
Anxin is like an energetic orange cat; his hair is black, and his appearance reminds others of a black kitten, but his personality is bright and contagious. Sangwon doesn't like to smile openly because he's never gotten used to the irregularity of his teeth, but with Anxin he feels so free. He laughs openly without worrying about judgment.
And Anxin is so clingy.
Sangwon doesn't need to go crazy and obsessed, fighting against his own skin to touch Anxin, because the younger one, whenever he can, grabs Sangwon's arm as a complement to their communication.
He's funny, his Korean is still poor, but every word he uses is presented to Sangwon with an imposing tone. What he knows, he uses. Even with his cheerful tone, Anxin is also sweet and gentle with Sangwon all the time, he treats him like a prince and adores him like a god. And to top it all off, Anxin has huge hands and long fingers, full lips, and a dominant aura that makes Sangwon swallow hard. He wants to put Anxin in his mouth in the most absurd sense of the phrase.
They end up at Sangwon's apartment late at night, Anxin seems very excited to get to know Sangwon better.
They watch a random talk show on TV, a late-night rerun. Leo eats almost all the popcorn, and Kangmin buys more beer for Geonwoo when the brunette runs out of alcohol. Sangwon suddenly gathers his courage and pulls Anxin into his room.
"I have an idea of what your room looks like, but I want to see it with my own eyes," Anxin remarks as he follows the older man down the hallway. He holds Sangwon by the waist. His arm awkwardly moves, and the Korean bites his lip to avoid drooling from the overwhelming anxiety that fills his mouth. He's salivating, loving how perfect Anxin is.
When he opens the bedroom door and lets Anxin in, the boy slowly walks around the room, analyzing the synthetic plants hanging on the walls, the bookshelf, and the cute plushies on the headboard. He smiles slightly as he sits on the mattress and looks at Sangwon as if giving him permission to do everything.
Sangwon needs nothing more. He closes the door and locks it, takes off his leather jacket and throws it carelessly on the bedroom floor. Anxin's smile widens as he realizes Sangwon understood the message; he also has some irregular teeth, and unlike his own, the older boy finds Anxin's very charming.
The urge to devour Anxin intensifies with each step he takes until he arrives, kneeling as soon as he's face to face with the Chinese boy. He looks so calm, his large hands resting on his thighs and his spine straight to show Sangwon that he has no intention of running away.
“Did you like my room?” He’s a complete idiot who doesn’t know how to win someone over. Sangwon always says unnecessary nonsense during sex, things people forget as soon as he puts his mouth on them or prepares to fuck (or be fucked), he hopes Anxin can forget that too when he pulls down his pants.
“Exactly as I imagined, hyung. You’re rather predictable.” Anxin replies, to Sangwon’s surprise. He takes one hand off his thigh and brings it to the older man’s chin, forcing him to look at him more intently. The touch isn’t hard, but it’s strong, his natural dominance taking over the moment. Sangwon lets himself go as if he’s lost control over his body.
He likes to stay in control. When he licks and sucks on someone, Sangwon transforms into a king, commanding everything. He never denies anyone an orgasm; she doesn't like it, but when they come in his mouth, it's because he allowed it, and that crown is rightfully his.
Being controlled from time to time is as good as controlling. Especially when Sangwon wants to be controlled. And the moment Anxin runs her thumb along the almost sharp line of his jaw and ends on his lower lip, murmuring "May I?", Sangwon knows that his dominance in that room will no longer exist, and the crown that was once his, he places without complaint on Anxin's head.
Sangwon blinks a few times and remembers to nod in affirmation; Anxin shows she wants permission. "Tell me what you want," he says. He wants Sangwon to be verbal. He doesn't ask; he orders Sangwon to speak.
Sangwon wants to moan in satisfaction.
“I like your hands, Anxinie. Can I suck your fingers?” Overcome by the lust emanating from his system, Sangwon leans forward, still kneeling, getting closer to the younger man so he can smell his sweet scent. He knows he doesn't smell of lust, but he wants to act like a needy kitten to seduce Anxin.
The Chinese man shakes his head in denial, and Sangwon is confused, a pang of frustration in his chest making him purse his lips into a sad pout. Anxin lets out a short laugh.
“I told you to tell me what you want, Sangwon. Don't ask me. State what you want.”
Oh.
Oh.
This boy is even more interesting behind closed doors.
Sangwon suppresses a mischievous smile with another bite on his lower lip, Anxin's finger sliding to his chin again, squeezing lightly.
“I want to suck your fingers. Let me suck your fingers, Anxinie.”
“Very good, Sangwon hyung. You learn so fast.” Sangwon feels like he’s going to faint when he hears Anxin murmur the compliment, appreciating when he does what he’s told well. Anxin’s thumb returns to his lip and he presses gently, making the older man open his mouth. He opens wide, the perfect ‘O’ for Anxin to know how wide he can open.
When he realizes Sangwon has a limit, he presses so that the blond man slowly closes his mouth again. He doesn’t close it completely, but enough to accommodate Anxin’s thumb in his mouth, the skin making contact with his tongue.
Finally.
Sangwon closes his eyes for a few good seconds, loving the weight of the finger in his mouth, waiting for enough saliva to wrap around the thumb and finally, finally suck Anxin’s finger. He no longer holds back, moaning with pure bliss as he cleans Anxin's finger, drying his own saliva with the sucking motion.
When he opens his eyes, he sees Anxin mesmerized. Sure, he has that effect on people, but it's gratifying to see the one he so desired also desire him.
He takes Anxin's thumb again, sucks on it again, wrapping his tongue around its length before expelling it completely dry from his mouth. He licks the tip and looks at Anxin with such longing that he thinks he won't last much longer if he doesn't take a little more.
He moves forward and takes Anxin's hand with both hands, squeezing the fingers he won't use and placing the index and middle fingers in his mouth, resting them on his tongue for a few seconds before closing the mouth and sucking on them with pleasure.
"You're so good at this, Sangwon hyung. Is this something you do often?" Anxin asks, his voice lowering, almost breathless, his other hand brushing his bangs to try and stop them from falling into his eyes. Unsuccessfully.
Sangwon murmurs in agreement, still with his fingers in his mouth, sucking on the skin like a lollipop. The murmur makes his throat tremble, and Anxin feels the tremor in his fingers. It's exciting.
Sangwon pulls his fingers away with a 'pop' and looks at Anxin curiously, "Do you find this weird?"
Anxin runs his free hand through the older man's hair again, his large palm smoothing almost the entire left side of his blond strands.
"No one has ever sucked my fingers before, but it's nice. I'm enjoying it. It's good because it's you doing it." Sangwon listens like a good boy, his drooping gaze widening slightly as he feels excited by what Anxin is saying. His heart was right this time. Every time he finishes giving someone oral sex, he receives a ‘That was so good, Sangwon-ah,’ it’s the first time he seems to be verbally rewarded for his skills.
He benefits from every drop of pleasure, but he also feels he should be recognized for it. Of course, Sangwon doesn’t need everyone he’s slept with to go around saying he’s a great blowjob giver, he just needs people to tell him how good he is at it.
“Do you like me doing this for you?”, it doesn’t hurt to confirm.
Anxin strokes his head for the third time, “Yes, Xiao-Won. Just as I imagined what your room would be like on the trip here, I’ve been imagining what it would be like to feel your touch.” Sangwon wanted to protest upon hearing that, as he knew he had always reciprocated Anxin's touch, but he was interrupted when the younger man continued: “No, I always touched you first. I always showed I wanted you first, you reciprocated, but I wanted to know if you wanted it.”
Sangwon blinked at Anxin a few times, processing the statement. He understood as soon as Anxin took off his glasses and placed them on the bookshelf beside the older man's bed.
Anxin was a clingy guy; he knew he liked to touch people to get closer. He wanted a reaction from Sangwon, without the normal reciprocation of someone normal for Anxin. If Sangwon touched him first, without Anxin's influence, he would know he was on the right track.
“When I called you to see my room, was that when you knew?”
Anxin nods in agreement, grabbing Sangwon's shoulder and tugging at the fabric of his gray shirt, urging him to climb onto the bed with him. Anxin is a box of surprises.
Sangwon is so happy, so happy.
He lets himself be pulled by the younger man, ending up on top as they both lie down on the bed. His knees press against the mattress on either side of Anxin's legs. He gets on all fours, takes one of Anxin's hands and brings his index finger back into his mouth. He'll never tire of sucking something. And Anxin's fingers are so long, the veins so prominent, it's almost as if he's feeling a cock there. Sangwon isn't too excited by the glimpse; he wants to imagine that Anxin is thicker than two fingers in his large palm. His mouth isn't full yet, and he wants to know what it will be like.
Anxin's hand, which isn't occupied, quickly finds a new job, wandering along Sangwon's sides, squeezing his waist as soon as it finds it, and this time, this time Sangwon groans because the grip is rough, so tight that Sangwon thinks he'll have finger marks later.
He likes it.
And to show Anxin that he likes it, he moans with his fingers in his mouth, a little saliva dripping from the corner, moistening his beautiful jaw.
“Sangwon hyung, you’re so pretty, so perfectly sculpted, every part of your body seems to fit in my hand.” Anxin begins his conversation. Sangwon hadn’t imagined he’d be so talkative in bed, but it’s interesting to listen. “Take off your clothes, please.” The Chinese man pleads.
That’s the most pleasurable thing Sangwon has ever heard during sex.
His fingers are freed so the older man can lift his torso and pull his shirt off his body, throwing it carelessly in the same way he did with his jacket. Soon he also doesn’t have his jeans, and while pulling Anxin’s sweatpants off, the younger man traces his fingers along the path of his spine.
The shock is brutal, and Sangwon’s penis gives an excited twitch at the act. He hopes to only climax when Anxin has his cock buried inside him, making it practically impossible when Anxin does everything (except bury his cock inside him) that leaves him on the verge of come untouched. He arches his back, moaning as Anxin fills both palms into his ass, squeezing.
He seems happy doing this because Sangwon pulls down his sweatpants and sees the big, cute-toothed smile taking over Anxin's face. This is contagious, and he smiles too, enjoying seeing his partner as dedicated as he is.
It's so good to see that he's not alone in the world, a suck (?) addict, because Anxin is apparently addicted to putting his fingers in things… They can be two crazy guys together.
Anxin wastes no time, pulling off Sangwon's last piece of clothing, the white underwear ending up right next to the younger man's glasses on the bookshelf. The image of his underwear next to one of Anxin's items is perfect. Sangwon and Anxin in a single frame. Sangwon and Anxin at their most intimate point. His dick leaks a short strip of pre-cum, and he stops himself from whimpering.
Pathetic how he completely surrenders to the role of submission when he lets himself be controlled.
Anxin stands up, helping Sangwon pull down his underwear as well, both of them naked in the dim light of the bedroom lamp. The light has a pastel pink hue, which makes Sangwon's slender, curvy body blush.
Anxin is almost perfect; his penis is almost exactly as Sangwon imagined. It's not huge, but it's not small either. It's medium, but thick; when he will insert it into Sangwon's tight entrance, the slide will feel so good it will make Sangwon's eyes roll back in complete ecstasy.
To Anxin, Sangwon's dick is so beautiful. So delicate. His hand itches to touch it.
Sangwon notices and then guides his large palm to him, causing Anxin to close his fingers completely around its hard length. It's beautiful how he manages to enclose Sangwon's penis in the palm of his hand, hiding practically everything, only the swollen and wet tip showing. The touch is so soft that Sangwon sighs in satisfaction.
Anxin runs his thumb over the head of Sangwon's cock, collecting the pre-cum, then runs it over his other fingers, wetting them and thus sliding along its length. Sangwon loves it.
"Do you like it, Xiao-Won? Is it good for you?"
Sangwon whimpers, "It's so good, Anxinie." The perfect encouragement for Anxin to continue. The position is new, Sangwon has never tried anything like this, his knees are very well prostrate on the soft mattress, but his spine is straight and Anxin is sitting, one hand caressing his cock and the other hand groping from his slender waist to his round buttocks. He grips one of his buttocks with relish, and Sangwon gasps every time he pulls away, revealing his entrance that contracts with each thrust Anxin makes in the front. He needs more, to be filled. “I want to lick your fingers again. And then you can put them inside me.”
It sounds like music to Anxin's ears because he smiles again, loving how Sangwon talks about what he wants and speaks so lasciviously. He's going to give his hyung exactly what he wants.
His hand, which had previously pumped Sangwon's hard cock, traces his red lips, staining them with semen, and Sangwon groans at the act. It's so dirty. Tasting his own pre-cum that Anxin used to stroke him is malicious. Anxin is wicked.
He can't hold back, a laugh escapes his throat, and he opens his mouth wide, showing his pink tongue to Anxin, slowly licking the tip of his index finger. Anxin doesn't take his eyes off the movement; even in the dim light of the room, Sangwon can clearly see his lover's bright eyes, aroused by his actions.
He lets saliva drip down the younger man's index finger, the transparent thread trailing down its length, and when it reaches the base, Sangwon closes his lips around it, sucking up the mess. He does this two more times before pulling a second finger into his mouth, never taking his eyes off of Anxin, memorizing every reaction he's causing. He wets three fingers, and when he senses Anxin starting to get impatient (his other hand squeezing Sangwon's buttocks tighter), he releases them.
"You can fuck me with your fingers now, Anxinie." He allows it, and Anxin has to blink a few times to regain his senses, hypnotized by Sangwon's nervous tongue. He nods, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in his throat. They change positions, Anxin on top this time. Sangwon lies back on the mattress and feels the pressure of Anxin's body on his.
He was obedient the whole time, not touching Anxin's cock even once, not touching Anxin himself even once. And when he feels his skin against his own, a feeling of satisfaction takes over his chest. Sangwon can feel the weight of the hard member against his, the shock of pleasure coursing through them both like an electric current. The older man closes his eyes to intensify the sensation and smiles with joy as he feels Anxin's hands moving over him.
They move over his waist, his hips, his thighs, and then firmly grasp each one to lift them, making Sangwon bend them and display his rather inviting entrance. Anxin pulls away for a moment, and the loss of his warmth makes Sangwon open his eyes, raising his head to find Anxin rummaging through the drawers of his counter.
"What are you looking for?"
"I don't want to hurt you, I need lube. I thought you kept it here." Sangwon looks at him, legs spread and entrance contracting. He chuckles softly and runs his hands through his messy blond hair. “What is it?”
“It’s in the last drawer, it’s a purple tube.”
Anxin quickly finds it, squeezing a bit between his fingers which Sangwon licks and sucks, testing the texture before returning to the position he left the older man in. They are pressed together again, Anxin’s face very close to his. Sangwon begins to feel anxious, his mouth tingling to open, to let his tongue slip between his teeth.
When Anxin inserts his first finger, the coolness of the sticky liquid sends a shiver down Sangwon's spine, and he closes his eyes again, preparing to focus on the sensation inside him. It feels good, Anxin feels good. He goes slowly, waiting for Sangwon to begin to relax to accommodate the intrusion, and when he feels it, he moves forward.
Anxin takes his time; he tests the waters, curving his finger each time he goes in a little further, and Sangwon loves how he takes care of these details. A few seconds pass in this process until Anxin inserts his second finger, testing his same movements now with the presence of his index finger. He makes back-and-forth movements, but not always, concentrating on the curvature, searching for Sangwon's prostate.
He finds it, and Sangwon sees stars when the tip of Anxin's index finger keeps moving in the same spot. "Anxinie… Anxinie, you're going to make me come!" He tries to tell the younger one that if he keeps doing this, he won't last long, but when Anxin hears this, it's not the idea of removing his fingers that occupies his mind.
"Really, hyung? You can cum just with my fingers?" Actually, Sangwon wants to cum with his thick cock buried in his ass, but he can also cum just with Anxin's fingers. Of course he can, because Anxin is very good at what he does. "Don't you want to?"
"I want you to fuck me." Sangwon whimpers, immediately regretting it because it's pathetic how he's practically begging to ride Anxin. The black-haired boy lets out a laugh. The fingers that stopped when asking Sangwon a question start moving again, and the blond rolls his eyes with sudden pleasure.
"I want that too, but I have other plans for us." And then he closes the distance between them, delicately sealing the Korean's beautiful, soft lips. The touch is short, sweet, a peck, but Sangwon wants more.
Everything about Anxin seems delicious. He leans in to take Anxin's lips, for real this time, and they kiss passionately. They kiss for the first time since entering Sangwon's room, since Sangwon met Anxin; it's their first kiss, and it couldn't be better.
Unlike Anxin's delicate touch, his tongue seems to have a life of its own, and it seems nervous, eager to explore every corner of Sangwon's mouth. It's like finding someone who shares his addiction; Anxin sucks on Sangwon's tongue as if his life depended on it, and even though it seems clumsy, Sangwon quite enjoys what he does.
Having his tongue and lips sucked while three fingers are shoved deep inside his ass is much better than sucking his own fingers, better than smoking that stupid e-cigarette, lollipops then? He wants to be able to put his mouth on Anxin's cock next time.
"Gosh, you're going to drive me crazy..." Sangwon sighs as Anxin releases his lips. He opens his eyes and lets out a drawn-out moan as the younger man touches his prostate again. "I want to lick you all over, I want to put your cock on my tongue while you're sitting studying or watching TV, just so I can have my mouth full of you... Anxinie, ah, right there!"
Sangwon holds his breath as his balls tighten, orgasm approaching, almost knocking at the door. He won't last long, he needs to know what Anxin wants for the two of them.
"You're only going to cum with my fingers today, Sangwon hyung." Sangwon whimpers in protest. Shit. “Because I want your cheeky tongue to keep imagining what it’s like to have the whole package.” Anxin continues, his fingers curling as he discovers exactly the spot that makes Sangwon moan the loudest. The older man understands he’s found that spot and will pound it until Sangwon comes untouched. His swollen, lonely dick. “Because we’re going to do this, aren’t we, hyung?” He kisses Sangwon once more to muffle the moans. Anxin likes the older man’s broken sounds, but they’re still in the house with four other people in the house; they don’t need to give their friends any more reason to confirm that Anxin and Sangwon are having sex. “You’re doing so well, Xiao-Won. You’re so cute with those rosy cheeks and that greedy ass of yours, sucking on my fingers like they’re lollipops. That’s how you like it, isn’t it?”
“Anxinie, I won’t… Anxinie, I can’t take it anymore.”
“Come for me, hyung. Please, come for me.” The request, along with the weak please born of excitement, is enough to make Sangwon come. His hot cum paints white jets in Anxin's stomach. The sensation is incredible. He arches his head back and his whimpering moan becomes a meow as Anxin's movements begin to become overstimulation.
He doesn't see the younger man's next move, but he feels his fingers quickly leaving his ass, then pulling Sangwon closer, embracing his body so tightly, as if Sangwon were about to run away at that very moment. Anxin's lips touch his ear and when he lets out a grunt that transforms into sound waves in Sangwon's system, the older man understands.
His left thigh becomes wet and hot as Anxin comes on top of him too. Untouched. Just like Sangwon.
It's madness.
Sangwon came with only Anxin's fingers inside him. And Anxin came only at the sight of Sangwon moaning his name, accepting his fingers, tongue sticking out as if dying of thirst.
Their breathing gradually returned to normal, their bodies still wet with sweat, too tired to separate.
Sangwon didn't want that.
Anxin's hand, now free of lubricant, runs through Sangwon's disheveled hair, a clumsy attempt to straighten the blond strands. Sangwon appreciates the effort, since receiving affection is also part of the package. And they remain like that for what seems like an eternity; the house is silent, which is strange because when they left the room, their four friends were excitedly chatting about random things, watching TV, and drinking. Did they pass out?
"Hyung." Anxin's call brings Sangwon back to the reality of the room. He murmurs a nod. "I really enjoyed that. The two of us." He confesses.
Sangwon smiles and snuggles closer to Anxin, almost like a kitten wanting affection. Anxin's fingers penetrate his blond strands, and he truly strokes the Korean's head. "I enjoyed it too, Anxin-ah. You made me feel so good."
“You made me feel so good too, Xiao-Won. Your mouth… Your tongue… You’re so good. So cute when you moan, so cute when you tell me what you want me to do to you.” Anxin’s mouth is rebellious; he says everything that comes to mind, and even though Sangwon likes his sincerity, he can’t help but blush at the compliments.
“What is that, Xiao? What does that mean?” He’s really curious to know why Anxin calls him that. The tone is adorable; he knows it might be a very affectionate nickname, but he still wants to know what it means in his language.
“It means little Won, you’re my little Won, just like I’m your Anxinie.” Sangwon smiles again. This boy is impossible! He is, he is his Anxinie. Sangwon sighs in relief for having let his damn habit speak louder and desire the right person.
“I liked it, I really liked being your Xiao-Won. Please never stop calling me that.” Anxin nods, lightly biting the older man’s ear. They remain snuggled together for a few more minutes, the closeness fueling their unwillingness to get up and clean themselves, but they still need to do it. Sangwon clears his throat: “I think we need to go outside to see if the others are still alive.”
Anxin grunts in disapproval; he really doesn’t want to get up. “Or they might have run out of your house when they heard your first loud moan, hyung.”
Sangwon blushes instantly, lightly pinching Anxin's arm, who laughs through the pain.
With great difficulty, they disentangle themselves, their bodies sticky with sweat and their pleasure mingled. Anxin hands the white underwear to Sangwon as soon as he puts on his glasses, and they retrieve their clothes from the floor so they'll be easy to pull off after showering.
The silence of the house is comfortable, but Anxin breaks it as he stretches, wrapping his arms around Sangwon's waist, embracing him from behind. They are still naked, and Sangwon shudders as he feels Anxin's size against his ass. He has to restrain himself from getting hard again.
"I really liked knowing that you like sucking things, hyung. Do you think it's weird that I like it?"
It's a surprise when he hears this; it's like going back in time and hearing Anxin's voice ask about finding it weird that he likes to suck and lick things. He smiles contentedly, his chest filling with a good, almost explosive feeling. He's never told anyone about it, not the part where it becomes a little bizarre, a little too sexual. His friends only know about the anxiety, the nervousness, and the release valve when he's stressed.
He's sucked on many people, pussies and dicks; the finger part has always been his own, he's never let his instincts speak louder than his limits. He loses control with Anxin. And Anxin accepts his strange habit, embraces it. And likes it.
He wants Anxin in his mouth all the time, in the most absurd sense of the phrase. He'll also want Anxin in his life, forever if possible.
"I think you're perfect for me, Anxinie."