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It’s easy for Anton to find his way around any obstacle, naturally. Determination and perseverance are core parts of his personality, and if he truly wanted something he wouldn’t give up until he knew there were no chances left. Sohee could’ve told Anton to leave him alone, or that he hated him with every bone in his body, but they would both know he’s lying. Sohee was terrible at keeping secrets, and the truth was that he enjoyed Anton’s company so much it made him sick, so whenever he tried covering up his aching need for Anton it always backfired on him in the worst way.
Now, Sohee was shoved back against his bed with a desperate-looking Anton crawling on top of him, and his face felt like it was burning because his door was very much unlocked, meaning anyone could walk in on them at any moment.
“Hyung,” Anton breathed out, laying on his stomach so he could slot his head between Sohee’s thighs. He lost all class, mouthing at Sohee’s hardening cock over his jeans and practically drowning his crotch in drool. “Is this okay? Is—Is this okay?”
Unfortunately, Sohee felt helpless and hypnotized whenever Anton got close enough. Every time Anton had him like this, all he could do was nod. Gasp out a ‘yes’ if possible. He wasn’t able to think otherwise. Sohee cursed at himself in his head, then snaked an arm down to tug at Anton’s silky strands of hair. His voice was rough, shaky like a frail leaf. “S’okay. Suck me off.”
Anton had to have been in the most uncomfortable position ever. His legs were hanging off the end of Sohee’s bed as he unzipped Sohee’s jeans and tugged them down enough to free his dick, haphazardly as though he were having withdrawals, and he let out a little sigh at the sight of it springing out from its confines, rubbing his cheek against its girth and getting some pre-cum on his face. Every little movement against Sohee’s cock sent sparks throughout his entire body.
“Ah, I said—“ Sohee bit his lip, tugging at Anton’s hair hard enough to pull his face off his dick, and Anton’s eyes fluttered shut with a soft moan. Sohee gave him what he wanted, again. His eyebrows twitched. “I said suck me off, Chanyoung-ah.”
“Sorry,” Anton squeaked, bringing one of his trembling hands out from his own pants to wrap around Sohee’s dick. Sohee knew he wasn’t actually sorry because he was smiling. Nothing angelic about him. He parted his lips and lowered his mouth real slow over his tip, and Sohee could tell it was an attempt at teasing—something he’d always been horrible at, simply because it never took long for him to get restless and cave into his needs anyway. Just like Sohee anticipated, Anton greedily took his cock in to the hilt, lips and nose pressing against Sohee’s pubes as his eyes watered. Anton always babbled on and on about how good Sohee smelled and tasted, like Sohee was a meal he was waiting to devour. Sohee leaned into being his gourmet, his own instincts holding him captive. Anton shallowly breathed through his nostrils as he tried to will away his gag reflex, and he tried to say something else, but cock stuffed down his throat he obviously couldn’t. It was entertaining how stupid Anton got, helpless and drunk off of pheromones and dick, but Sohee knew he was being a hypocrite by pointing it out.
Anton pulled himself off of Sohee’s dick, panting all gross over his spit-slicked length, eyes all heavy and unfocused. “Hold me—there,” he managed to breathe, his vocal cords sounding like they’ve been torn, “hold—hold me, keep me there, push… hyung, push me down. Can you… please?”
Rarely would Anton find the courage to tell Sohee what to do, or rather, request Sohee to do something for him. Not really because he was afraid of a nonexistent consequence—because Sohee would never, ever punish him no matter how much he threatens it—but because he simply wasn’t used to such a thing. Sohee could’ve come right then and there just from Anton stepping out of his comfort zone. For him. For Sohee. Would he do this for anyone else? Sohee gaped Anton’s jaw wider than it already was with his thumb. He eased him back down on his cock, keeping him down even as he heard him gag. Bet Anton hasn’t thrown up on a cock yet. If he did it then, it would be another first. Something he did with Sohee first. Sohee came deep in Anton’s throat, jet streams of cum thick and unrelenting, and half of his orgasm was from the mere thought of being someone special for Anton.
Whatever kind of sick Sohee was, Anton was even sicker. Sohee realized this when Anton had him cornered for the millionth time in another place they could easily be found, cooped up in a dank-smelling closet with almost no light peeking through minus the slight peek of the illuminated hallway under the door. Anton had his knee between Sohee’s thighs, and he was panting like a dog because he really, truly couldn’t help it.
“Stop—ugh—fuck,” Sohee threw his head back against the wall, and he was sure he could see stars when the muscle of Anton’s thigh tensed, squeezing up towards Sohee’s hardening length. This wasn’t good at all. They haven’t even performed yet. “Jesus, you can’t get enough of me, huh? Always… always touching me. Grabbing—Grabbing me. Somethin’ wrong with you.”
“I like it,” Anton laughed, in little gasps like he was trying to hold it in. He sounded like he’d gone mad. He whimpered between giggles, nosing at the sensitive point between Sohee’s neck and collarbone. “I… oh, hyung. I just like it. Like you. Think you fit, fit perfectly with me. Is that bad? I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry. “M’sorry hyung. Look, I’ll make it all better.”
“You’re fucked,” Sohee spat, and then he drooled when Anton started a steady pace with his thigh, grinding it up against Sohee’s crotch over and over again. It was heaven. Shit. “Oh my god—oh, Ton-ah, faster. Faster, please, m’gonna come—“
“You shouldn’t, though,” Anton sighed, faking a sad tone with an exaggerated pout. Sohee could see a hint of mischief in Anton’s eyes even in almost-pure darkness, and he hated himself for thinking it was sexy instead of annoying. He wondered how far Anton could really go with his cruelty, specifically towards him. Sohee’s earned it enough. “You’ll make a mess, hyung.”
Sohee came, and it was terrible. Just like Anton said, he really shouldn’t have. He didn’t know how he was going to find a matching pair of pants to cover up his humiliation. Instead of thinking about it, he kissed Anton, putting his entire body into making Anton cry and beg in his mouth. Anton came too, untouched, just from Sohee’s tongue, and Sohee thought to himself, at least I can hold this over him. At least there’s this.
Sohee’s inclination to give in to Anton was ultimately causing his downfall. It was starting to become a real issue. Sometimes Anton wouldn’t shut up until he had a dick in his mouth. Sohee wished Anton never found a way to flip his means of control. Anton was, despite all odds, a force that Sohee couldn’t ward off.
The way Anton made Sohee feel was something Sohee had never experienced in his life, something Sohee actually forbade himself from feeling. A first, for Sohee. He’d give up everything for Anton. He decided he’d let Anton do anything to him. He initially hated the thought of Anton doing whatever he wanted with him, but it was something Sohee wanted, desperately so. He wanted Anton to grab him so hard he’d leave marks. He wanted Anton to ride him and milk his cock until there was nothing left. And—would it be so wrong if he wanted to know how it’d feel to get hit by a guy like him? Huge, solid palm crashing against his cheek? Anton would sob and sob after such an act, face painted a pretty shade of pink as he’d hiccup and shake his head as though he’d gone against a horribly important part of his moral code, and he’d beg Sohee for forgiveness. Cute boy. A cute boy who was so much bigger than him, in every way possible. Fuck. Sohee wanted to know what it felt like to be eaten. He didn’t want to run anymore. He wasn’t born prey, it truly wasn’t his destiny, but if that’s what Anton wanted he wouldn’t deny him.
Sohee was masturbating every day by that point. He couldn’t help it. Whatever they’ve done before, Sohee wanted more. He felt like a crazed animal, and he could probably cry from how desperate he was. He reached for his phone on his nightstand, and because of how shaky his movements were it ended up falling on the carpet, so Sohee had to twist his body off his mattress to snatch it from the floor. He felt vulnerable like this. It was so embarrassing. He couldn’t type, so he opted for sending a voice note that would be more than career-ending if anyone else got their hands on it. He didn’t even sound like himself. Anton. Chanyoung-ah, please come here. My room. I need you. I need to touch you. I need to kiss you. Wanna fuck you.
When Anton came in, body shrouded in dark and baggy clothes, he was hunched over a bit, putting up a meek act as if Sohee hadn’t seen him at his most uncouth moments. It was whatever though, because Sohee was about to vomit from how much he needed him. He motioned him over with his slicked hand—filthy—and Anton crawled on his bed before sitting on his knees, turning his back towards the headboard a little. Expecting Sohee to grab his shoulders and push him down against the sheets, maybe. Sohee was feeling different that night. He reached over to grab between Anton’s waist and his hip, trying to nudge him close. “Get on top, want you on top,” Sohee babbled. Anton looked like he’d seen a ghost, moving all clumsily to sit on Sohee’s hips, and he planted both of his hands beside Sohee’s head, completely shielding the dim ceiling light with his silhouette.
“Is this okay?” Anton always said this. Well, most of the time. What happened in that closet a few weeks ago didn’t even feel like Anton. Sohee kind of wanted that again.
“Do whatever you want. With me. Please.” Sohee almost felt anxious letting Anton take the reins. He couldn’t read Anton’s mind. He didn’t know what Anton was thinking or why he was thinking it. He couldn’t guess his next action, his next bundle of words, and so much blood was gathering in his face that he felt like he was on the verge of a nosebleed.
“What?” Anton’s voice cracked. Sohee bucked his hips, melting just from the sight, the feeling of Anton hovering over him because Sohee let him, and Anton choked out a small whine. “What—are you messing with me?”
Sohee would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel so helpless. He made a curse under his breath and slumped entirely on his bed, body going completely limp. Now Anton had to make a move if he wanted any friction.
“Hyung.” Anton’s bottom lip wobbled, and he really did sound tired. It was in the middle of the night, after all. He sniffled, and then he started rutting his hips against Sohee’s, effectively using him to get off. Sohee could feel Anton’s dick throb behind the fabric of his sweatpants. He wanted to sear this moment into his mind forever. Anton was using him to get off. Even if Sohee had to push him in the right direction, it’s what was currently happening, right now. Sohee was a fucking freak for this. Anton looked so good. God-like. “Hyung. Hyung. Feels so, so good. I’m sorry.” Maybe Sohee liked when Anton apologized, he was beginning to realize, because he only did so when he couldn’t hold anything in anymore. Anton was grinding down messily, hips bucking in shallow thrusts, and sometimes he jolted so hard the friction nearly hurt. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around Sohee’s lithe frame, holding him so close it felt like their atoms were kissing. “Feels too good when you’re—you’re like this.”
It felt good for Sohee, too. More than good, actually, in a way that bordered on sinful. Sohee couldn’t take it. He felt so overwhelmed by everything. It was getting too late to fuck. Sohee knew they couldn’t, realistically speaking, but he’d sacrifice anything and everything to know how it feels to be inside of Anton. Jesus, he wanted Anton to use more of his strength on him. Anything. A simple choke, maybe. Anything. Sohee didn’t realize he was thinking out loud until he saw the look on Anton’s face, a little dazed as though Sohee’s words had whiplash, and he was expecting another embarrassed exclamation—up until he felt Anton’s hands reaching up to gently squeeze around Sohee’s throat.
It was adorable. Sohee could die from how adorable it was. Sohee would be happy, dying like this, neck twisted and broken into shards by the wrath of Anton’s fists. But Anton—Anton was always too sweet, too delicate for something like that. When he placed pressure on Sohee’s throat, it was gentle, like his hands were barely even there. He looked a little scared too, like he was all too aware of his strength; maybe even overestimated it a little. Sohee was going to speak, but he chose not to. He wanted to let Anton believe he was grabbing his throat so hard he could barely muster a syllable. Sohee saw the look on Anton’s face shift from anxious to an odd, twisted joy. It looked weird on him, this specific expression, as though he’d never made anything like it before. “I love you, hyung.” He was getting giddy with adrenaline now, just like how he was in that closet. Sohee got what he wanted, again. “Love you.”
Sohee could die, just like this. His eyes were blurring from pleasure, but he’d like to think it was from asphyxiation, by the hands of the sweetest guy he’s met.