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They’ve been so busy with their debut. Early mornings and late nights blur into one continuous stream of heavy eyelids and aching muscles. So the fact that they have two days off feels luxurious. Like an all-inclusive cruise holiday. They’re practically beaming at the prospect of two days filled with sleep. Just sleep. Nothing but sleep. Oh, yes. Truly exciting, dreamy plans ahead.
Leo unlocks his phone. It opens to his last text message. He’s been doing this repeatedly for a while now—unlocking and locking his phone. No new notifications appear, but it keeps him busy, a small distraction while the last one continues to circulate relentlessly through his mind.
Sangwonie
How long will it take for you to touch me?
Have been waiting for so long :(
Leo
i know angel
just a bit longer
i promise
Sangwonie
Can’t we leave earlier than we planned?
I need you to fuck the stress out of me
Leo
oh
wow
uhm
i guess we can yeah
am not doing anything
just laying down for a bit
Sangwonie
Stay there I’ll come to you
Wanna suck you off first before we leave
They finally have a day without schedules. Two days, in fact. But today in particular happens to be a very special day.
Sangwon moves hurriedly around his room. He’s clumsy on his feet as he grabs a necklace—the one Leo likes, the one that always ends up between his teeth. He sprays his perfume once, and then again, maybe just a little more. It’s the kind with low sillage but intense longevity. The kind that lasts for days, that transfers onto bedsheets, noticeable only to a nose pressed on skin.
He taps his phone screen to check the time. He must have done that about twenty times in the last twenty seconds. Time is precious when every minute can be spent with Leo. When they might not get another chance for the next few weeks.
Sangwon is just about to leave when there’s a knock on his door.
“Sangwon?” Junseo steps inside of his room.
“Hmm?”
“Have you eaten? I ordered food. Don’t stay in your room alone all day. Let’s eat together.”
“Oh, but—”
Junseo gestures for him to follow and is out of the room again before Sangwon can reply.
Fuck.
Okay. Maybe he can just explain it.
Explain that he already has plans. Plans with Leo. No one would be surprised at that. They all know Sangwon and Leo like to disappear into their own bubble. He can just tell them they already planned to catch up and—
Laughter erupts at the end of the hallway. It’s from Anxin and Xinlong.
“SANGWONIE HYUNGGGG!”
Sangwon exhales, running a hand through his hair.
Okay. Maybe he can’t get away just yet.
Sangwon
Hyungie… I’m sorry
Plans have to be pushed back a bit
Junseo wants to eat together
World class duck hyung
???
you cant be serious
you just turned me on so bad
Sangwon
Sorryyyy~
World class duck hyung
you eat with them every day why cant i have you for a bit :(
Sangwon
I’ll be quick baby
World class duck hyung
okay you did that on purpose
Sangwon
Did what
World class duck hyung
call me baby
Sangwon
Yes
You like it when I call you baby
World class duck hyung
i do
Sangwon
Did it work
World class duck hyung
yes
Sangwon
:D
World class duck hyung
want to kiss you and leave marks all over you asap
Sangwon
Stop
I can’t think about that rn
World class duck hyung
why not :( i just miss you so much
Sangwon
Leo..
I’m literally with the members
World class duck hyung
sorry
ill stop
poor juns xinie and longer
Sangwon
They're busy watching stuff on their phone
World class duck hyung
oh
are you telling me to keep going
Sangwon
You’re the leader aren't you… do as you wish
But I do get the rights to get revenge eventually
World class duck hyung
what a sick and twisted game we are playing
im into it
Sangwon
You started this
You’re sick and twisted
I need you so bad
World class duck hyung
i cant help it
you deserve to be kissed and marked and fucked
its been so long
youre so sensitive every time we touch you shiver
cant even stay close to me lately :(
my pretty baby i wanna kiss you
Sangwon
hmm where do you wanna kiss me
World class duck hyung
first your neck
especially the sensitive spot behind your ear
under your jaw
and your nipples
until youre shaking and asking me to fuck you
but ill take my time
Sangwon
Leo
World class duck hyung
ill move onto your stomach and thighs
wanna lick and bite and mark u up everywhere all prettily for everyone to see
so they know youre all mine
Sangwon
I am yours
World class duck hyung
are you turned on yet sangwonie? how are you feeling
Is that even a question? Yes, he’s turned on. Turned on as hell.
It’s been weeks, perhaps even months, since they last had alone time. Just the two of them, all tangled limbs and wrinkled sheets. For Sangwon, it honestly feels more like it’s been years.
Sangwon
Yes
You’re good… too good
I’m trying not to squirm in my seat
World class duck hyung
cute
good
fuck now im turned on because youre turned on
you know i could easily get off at any moment right
Sangwon
Don’t
Wait for me
The implication that Leo is just as worked up makes Sangwon’s skin shiver. Thinking about Leo always drives him a little insane. As his head spins, Sangwon has to pretend to be unaffected and enjoy his food. He just has to sit there at the dining table with the others. Turned on. Needy. Hard. And there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.
His incredibly hot boyfriend, whom he hasn’t been intimate with in weeks, is waiting for him just a floor below.
World class duck hyung
but
that means when you take revenge you can touch yourself too
hey think about it
ill just have to come again for you when you finally get here
come inside of you just how you like
Sangwon
No
World class duck hyung
please?
Sangwon
Fuck
Fine
Jerk off
World class duck hyung
okay ill be quick
Sangwon
No wait
I wanna know
World class duck hyung
what do u wanna know
Sangwon
Tell me what you're doing
There’s something oddly exciting about the danger of it all. Something so intoxicating about knowing Leo is in the privacy of his own room—most likely, no, definitely sprawled on his bed touching himself as they text—while Sangwon is stuck here in the living room of his little social dorm.
He loves his dorm and he loves his members. He enjoys the comfort of always having people to eat with, of laughter and chatter filling the space while he watches them with a smile on his face.
But right now, it feels like a cruel kind of torture. One that makes him want to cry.
Sangwon needs more of it.
World class duck hyung
just stroking
what are you eating?
Sangwon
Oh god
Beef brisket
Leo please
Talk to me
What are you doing now?
World class duck hyung
hahaha
youre so cute
am sliding my thumb over my tip
the way you always do with your tongue
its better when you do it baby
Sangwon
Oh my god
I wish I was doing it
I want you in my mouth
I miss you
World class duck hyung
holy shit
youre gonna end me
i miss you too baby
soon
very soon
is dinner almost done?
Sangwon
Not soon enough
Hyung please
Am hard as fuck
Can’t I just make an excuse and leave?
World class duck hyung
no baby stay right where you are
you just sit there and look pretty while hyung makes himself feel good
you can do that for me cant you?
Sangwon
:< Mean hyung
World class duck hyung
ive been so nice tho
do you want me to be mean wonie
how does not coming tonight sound? you can wait longer cant you?
Sangwon
No
Please
It’s been too long
World class duck hyung
good
you always listen so well
following me around all day
keep eating with the members so you can come home to me
Sangwon
God this is so unfair
How can I eat knowing you’re getting off
World class duck hyung
you pick up a bite with your fork sweetheart its not that hard
youre so eager to suck me off but you cant even hurry up and eat a simple meal?
Sangwon
It’s not my fault you affect me so much
World class duck hyung
youre right baby im sorry its my fault
you really like hyung that much huh?
Sangwon
…
What else would you do
World class duck hyung
just for that i would edge you for hours
with my tongue first
get you nice and wet and tease you get you close to coming
fuck
you taste so good i could die between your legs
Sangwon
Oh
Keep going
World class duck hyung
i would open you up nice and slow
start with one finger and wouldnt add another until ive edged you again
suck you off while im doing it
would work my way up to three fingers
you like the stretch hm?
Sangwon squirms in his seat, his entire face and chest flushed pink from arousal and anticipation. His hands are trembling, his breaths heavy, and he can’t help but squeeze his legs shut. Every time he moves the fabric of his jeans presses against his cock. He’s so sensitive it hurts.
Junseo stops mid-eating, fork halted before his mouth. “Sangwonie?”
Sangwon looks up from his phone screen. He has always been a slow eater, but it strikes him then that he hasn’t touched his food in a while.
“Are you okay? You’re sweating.”
He reaches out a hand to touch Sangwon’s forehead. The skin is clammy, and there’s a blush rising high on his cheeks.
“You’re burning up, are you sick?”
Sangwon feels like he’s been caught committing a crime, especially when Xinlong and Anxin glance at him as well. Blood rushes to the tips of his ears, and his heart hammers so loudly in his chest it’s nearly deafening.
For a moment they just stare at each other. Junseo frowns, concern scattering all over his face. “Should I text Leo?”
Junseo
I think Sangwon is sick
Leo
he is??
Leo’s heart skips a beat. What? Sangwon didn’t tell him he was sick. He saw him this morning on facetime. He looked happy; excited at the prospect of their days off. Did he suddenly start feeling unwell? Why didn’t he tell him?
Junseo
I think so he’s very quiet
And flushed
He’s burning up
I think he’s trembling it might be a fever
Should I get him something?
At that, Leo immediately relaxes, unable to fight the smile from spreading across his face. Leo feels his dick twitch. Oh god, his poor baby.
Leo
shit :( poor wonie
Junseo
He isn’t really talking to me
Leo
yeah he does that when he isnt feeling well
dont worry
ill check on him
He pauses before sending another message, a smirk tugging at his lips at the thought of his brilliant idea. Their plans will have to wait a little longer.
Leo
why dont you guys come down here
we can all have a movie night and a sleepover
and i can keep an eye on won
Junseo
Good idea! It’s been a while
His flush seems to have gone down a bit
Leo
oh really
thats good news
its probably everything catching up to him
ill take care of him
come over as soon as you can
Sangwon is having a crisis. He can’t say a word, his food still untouched. Does Leo really expect him to eat in this state? He’s burning and steaming like a locomotive in overdrive.
He’s scared he’ll blurt out something without meaning to. Scared his brain-to-mouth filter is clogged with filthy thoughts of his boyfriend doing unspeakable things to him. He’s scared of answering questions with moans. Leo keeps occupying every inch of his mind, like he always does.
What could Leo be doing now?
“Eat up,” Junseo says, shoveling the remaining bites of food into his mouth, oblivious to Sangwon’s spiraling thoughts.
“We’re gonna go down to the others for a movie night.”
Sangwon freezes. What? Movie night?
Sangwon
Leo
Why is Junseo talking about a movie night???
World class duck hyung
i came up with the idea actually
Sangwon
What
Really????
Why the hell would you do that
World class duck hyung
junseo thinks youre sick
we cant exactly go on with our previous plans now
so why not have some fun?
dont u want to see hyung regardless? dont u miss me :(
Sangwon
Hyungie…
Of course I do
But
World class duck hyung
but?
Sangwon
Nevermind
What are you doing now
Are you still
World class duck hyung
still?
Sangwon
You know
Don’t make me say it
World class duck hyung
im not sure i do
cmon wonie use ur words
Sangwon
You’re insufferable you know that?
Are you still
Touching yourself
World class duck hyung
yes i am
Sangwon buries his head in the crook of his arm on top of the table, thighs squeezing together. It doesn’t help one bit, the friction along with Leo’s words making his pants get even tighter. He takes a deep breath.
Sangwon
Fuck
Hyung
World class duck hyung
i keep closing my eyes to imagine its u but my hands are too big and rough its not the same
Sangwon
Oh mygod
Keep going
World class duck hyung
ure enjoying this arent u
bet ure hard and leaking at the table even with junseo right in front of u
u like when hyung gets himself off even when u cant dont u
Sangwon
Holy shit i almost whimpered
Yes
Leo
World class duck hyung
i picked up the pace
stroking faster now
im leaking so much
all because of you
Sangwon
You’re insane too insane I feel crazy I need to calm down before I explode or cry
I’m squeezing my legs together so hard but it’s not helping
It hurts
World class duck hyung
mypoor baby
but you like it right
so pretty when you cry for me
im twisting on the upstroke and squeezing on the downstroke
massaging the head its so sensitive my hips keep bucking up
can feel myself pulsing in my hand
shit imnot gonna last long
doesnt feel as good without u though wish you were here
Sangwon
Hyung
Oh my god
I’m
I’m throbbing it aches so bad
I’ve never been so turned on in my life
It should be me touching you I wanna feel you
Are you gonna come?
I want you to
Come on hyung
Come for me
Do it
World class duck hyung
fuck
oh my god
Sangwon is going crazy at the thought of Leo coming all over himself, dick pulsing in his jeans.
Leo did not come all over himself. In fact, Leo did not come at all.
He didn’t let himself finish. Groaning, he tries to think of very unsexy things to get rid of his raging boner. But his thoughts are filled with Sangwon. The way Sangwon kept begging and commanding even through texts. The soul crushing knowledge that Sangwon is in his dorm right now, incredibly turned on because of him. Oh god. This isn’t helping at all.
Fuck. How the hell is he going to survive movie night and a sleepover? He didn’t think this through at all. Fuck you, Lee Leo. I’m my own worst enemy.
The sound of chairs scraping cut through the fog.
Sangwon’s head snaps up, fingers scrambling to turn off his phone. He forgot he was with the others. He felt himself ascend into space for a second. Floating somewhere between planets shaped like Leo. And planets shaped like dicks. He really needs to cool off.
Junseo feels Sangwon’s forehead once more before rising to his feet, collecting the empty food containers.
“Come on, Sangwon-ah, we’re heading out. Leo has medicine for you downstairs.”
Sangwon nods and devours half his food at the speed of light, pushing the rest aside to save for later. He hastily sends a text to Leo before stopping by his room to change, wanting something comfy for the long night ahead.
He decides on the shortest shorts he has—the gray ones that expose his thighs and accentuate the prominent line of his ass. The ones that drive Leo crazy. He quite likes driving Leo crazy.
“SANGWON HYUNG, YOU READY?!”
“YEAH, I’M COMING!”
The eight of them are sitting on and around the couch, a movie playing of which Sangwon cannot recall the name. He loves watching movies. Loves to analyse them and dream up an alternate timeline in which he lives a quiet anonymous life as a film major. Perhaps somewhere in Europe. Perusing the narrow alleyways and the cobblestone streets between his classes.
But his current reality is not so bad either. He just cannot for the life of him concentrate on anything happening on the flashing screen in front of him. All he is able to do is sit rigid in the corner, too aware of Leo’s knee brushing against his.
Sangwon follows Leo’s movements, his eyes on him every step of the way as Leo gets up from the couch. The members are too immersed in the movie to notice, or too asleep, but Sangwon always notices everything Leo does.
“Where are you going?” Sangwon whispers, eyes big and round as he looks up at Leo’s towering frame illuminated by the TV light.
“Bathroom.”
It’s technically just a simple answer to his question, but to Sangwon it sounds like an invitation. Perhaps even a little plead, a little beg. He can hear the I miss you please come here practically rolling off Leo’s tongue.
His eyes dart to the front of Leo’s pants, a bulge visible even in the dark room. And Sangwon suddenly does not remember all the extensive and exhaustive weeks of practice and music shows and tv appearances. His body cannot trace back the source of his pain and discards the need for physical rest.
Wherever Leo goes, Sangwon follows. This does not only apply during their work hours. It’s pretty much always been the case, even before he signed a contractual obligation to follow Leo’s orders. He jumps up from the couch, heart racing as he tries to sneak away as discrete as possible.
No, I’m not following Leo. I’m just–you know–casually walking over there. Oh hi there, Jiahao. Yeah, keep looking at Junseo, don’t even worry about it. He doesn’t say a word, but tries to force his posture into a state of nonchalance. He doesn’t care where they are, what they’re doing, or who’s around anymore. If he doesn’t get alone time with Leo right this instant, he might just burst into tears. Blubbering, whaling, tears, until he gets exactly what he wants.
“Wh–what are you doing?” Sangwon blinks, adjusting to the bright bathroom light and the godly sight of his boyfriend.
Leo lets out a laugh. It sounds raspier than it did before. He must have been holding back a lot. He must have had no one to talk to. He must have been locking himself inside his room and—
“Look at what you’ve done to me.”
Sangwon has both hands behind his back, sweaty palms pressed to the cold bathroom door as he leans against it. He’s slightly out of breath already. Or still? He’s lost count of the hours. The blueballing has been eating his brain.
“I couldn’t stay there with a hard on. I was going crazy.”
“I have one too!” Sangwon’s voice comes out louder than intended and he flinches at the sound.
“I have one too… I’ve been going crazy for hours because of you.” This time his voice is just above a whisper, a slightly aggressive one, but adorable nonetheless.
Leo thinks Sangwon is incredibly cute when he’s so desperate and needy like this. He could eat him right then and there, but he quite likes teasing to test the limits.
Sangwon is fed up with the teasing. He needs Leo. Right fucking now.
He lunges forward, crashing their lips together. Leo’s hands immediately fly up to Sangwon’s neck, thumb pressing on the soft skin of his throat. Sangwon shivers and whimpers. Loudly. Way too loud for what they can safely do right now.
The others are right down the hallway in the living room, but Sangwon can’t help it. He hasn’t been touched like this in so long. Every drag of Leo’s tongue against his makes the hairs all over his body stick up straight. He’s moaning and shuddering at every touch.
“You’ve been so good today.” Leo plants kisses on the side of Sangwon’s neck. “So patient for me. God, I don’t know how you did all that. I could never.”
Sangwon’s head spins again as he recalls how Leo indeed could not hold out the way he has. He can’t even blame him. Sangwon would’ve also exploded if he were alone.
He feels dizzy at the thought that Leo has touched himself, lazily stroking his hard cock as he texted Sangwon every single detail of what he was doing. As he let Sangwon sit and squirm in his seat in pain. So much pain. But it felt so good.
It should’ve been Sangwon touching Leo instead.
Sangwon drops to his knees. “Let me do it this time.” He nuzzles his face to the front of Leo’s bulge. “Let me suck you off. Please?”
Leo groans as his fingers thread through Sangwon’s hair. Even after everything—the teasing, the edging, the waiting—Sangwon still wants to get Leo off before himself.
Even when Leo has already touched himself, even when Sangwon thinks he already came, even when this could finally be Sangwon’s chance to come after so long.
And yet here he is, on his knees, practically begging to suck Leo off.
The realization has Leo’s cock filling out more in the confines of his sweatpants. His baby is so sweet, so selfless. Always eager to please, like an overexcited puppy greeting its owner. It's unbearably cute.
But as much as Leo would love for his very sexy boyfriend to give him head right here right now, guilt curls low in his stomach.
While Leo got a bit of relief earlier, Sangwon hasn’t been touched in weeks.
Leo bites his lip, torn. “Are you sure, baby? Weren’t you just whining about it being too long?” He pauses, voice softening a fraction. “Why don’t you let hyung make you feel good, hm? You must be aching.”
Sangwon just shakes his head and nuzzles closer to Leo’s bulge, mouthing over it.
Warm breath and drool mix with precum, the wet patch turning the light gray cotton dark. He gazes up through half-lidded eyes, lashes fluttering seductively as his fingers hook into the elastic waistband.
“No, hyung. Let me do it first. You already know that making you feel good makes me feel even better,” he murmurs. His mouth twists into a petulant pout. “It should’ve been me touching you instead. Only I can touch you. No one else. Not even you.”
Leo tilts his head back toward the ceiling, cursing silently and praying all at once.
Is Sangwon seriously jealous of him—for touching himself? Holy shit. He knows Sangwon can be possessive, but this? This is something else entirely. He must’ve saved an ancient God in his previous life to be this lucky in his current one.
It’s hot. Way too hot.
To the point that Leo almost comes on the spot, completely untouched.
“Fuck, Sangwon-ah. You’re gonna kill me.”
Sangwon smiles even as rough tiles dig into his skin. “I won’t let that happen. You can’t die before I give you the best orgasm of your life, hyungie. That would be unfortunate for the both of us.”
Leo’s fingers flex in silky strands, testing. There’s so many things he wants to do to Sangwon tonight. But he has to be patient, just like his baby has been. The least he can do is start by giving him what he wants. Good boys deserve rewards, after all.
“Alright, pretty,” he says gruffly. “Show me how good you can be, yeah? Make me come.”
Sangwon tugs the sweatpants down without another word, his mouth dropping open on instinct as Leo’s cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. Fuck. Of course Leo’s not wearing any underwear. He should have known, but it hadn’t even crossed his mind.
The image of Leo lying back on his bed, stroking himself, flashes behind Sangwon’s eyelids. Was he bare from the waist down, having forwent boxers when he dressed again? Or maybe he hadn’t been wearing them at all, making it easier to slip his hand inside his pants and get himself off.
Sangwon moans aloud at the thought, cheeks flushing immediately when Leo raises an eyebrow.
“N-nothing,” he stutters out. How embarrassing. He hasn’t even done anything, hasn’t been touched at all yet. His mind is so, so evil, conjuring thoughts that only work him up even more. Just thinking about Leo is enough to have him twitching and aching.
God, he needs to get his mouth on him before he does something impulsive, like rushing out on movie night without an excuse, tackling Leo onto his bed, and begging him to fuck him senseless.
But no. He can’t do that. Not now, not yet.
If Sangwon’s being honest, he loves the chase, though he would never find the bravery to admit such a thing.
He loves the teasing, the waiting. Loves the sound of Leo’s frustrated groans when they get interrupted. Loves the way pain wells up inside of him after being deprived of touch for so long, knowing he’d rather not come at all if it meant it wouldn’t happen by Leo’s own hands. He loves giving Leo a hard time about it, loves being a brat and whining about it.
Because no matter how much he yearns for Leo’s touch, in the end, the wait will be worth it. He will always come home to him.
Sangwon shakes his head, clearing his thoughts before he can go down a rabbit hole. He has a task at hand, quite literally, that he would really like to complete: make Leo come.
His eyes focus back on Leo, saliva pooling in his mouth. A gasp sounds above Sangwon as he finally gets his hand on him.
Leo’s cock is thick and heavy, big enough that Sangwon’s hand can’t wrap fully around it. Hard and leaking, the pink head is swollen, flushed a deep red all the way down to the base. The muscle throbs beneath his grip, heat radiating into Sangwon’s palm like a brand. He can’t wait to feel the weight of it on his tongue.
He starts stroking slowly, from base to tip, imitating how Leo described it over text.
Leo nearly loses his balance at the slight touch. The hand in Sangwon’s hair tightens while the other shoots out behind him, catching on the bathroom counter as he shifts to lean against it.
Sangwon follows naturally, crowding into his space on trembling knees. Leo’s stance widens to give him room to slip between his legs.
Precum steadily gathers along the slit, and Sangwon presses the pad of his thumb over it. He watches, mesmerized. The fluid accumulates, spilling out on either side before dribbling down the slick head. Leo stifles a groan by biting the back of his hand as Sangwon’s thumb circles his tip, spreading the wetness to ease the glide.
“Baby, don’t tease. We don’t have much time.”
Impatience that wasn’t there before threads through his voice and it makes Sangwon smirk. It’s nice to know that he’s not the only one who’s needy, not the only one affected by this entire ordeal. His hand speeds up as he leans in closer, just enough for his lips to brush the glistening head as he speaks.
“Time is a social construct, hyung. It’s my turn to play now.” He tilts his head to mouth at the base, trailing faint kisses up the shaft and back down again.
“Sangwon,” Leo warns, hissing through gritted teeth. He can only take so much before he snaps and fucks him right here in the bathroom, movie be damned.
Although Sangwon would love to take his time, he knows Leo is right. They’ve managed to sneak out quietly, but ten minutes is probably all they have before someone notices they’re gone. He’s determined to make Leo come in that time, and it hardly feels like a challenge with the way Leo grinds like a desperate puppy against Sangwon’s hand.
It’s endearing to see his Leo like this, all worked up because of him.
Sangwon presses a chaste kiss to the tip, his tongue peeking out to flick across the slit, lapping at the precum like a kitten drinking milk. The fingers in his hair tighten, urging him forward.
He quite likes teasing, but the universe has denied him this for far too long, and he needs something in his mouth as soon as possible. Now, preferably.
His mouth drops wide open, doe eyes gazing up at Leo through long lashes as he feeds him his cock inch by inch. Leo bites his lip as he’s enveloped in tight, warm heat.
How Sangwon manages to look innocent despite committing such an act is beyond him. It makes him grow even harder—the way Sangwon takes him down to the hilt effortlessly, like he was made for it. Made for him.
And maybe he was. Made just for Leo.
Leo fully believes they were brought into this world to find each other. That the Gods crafted them solely for one another, their bodies molded in the shape of the other. That Sangwon was his before they met, his after they met, and for all the days to come. Leo would rather die than let anyone who isn’t Sangwon touch him like this.
Sangwon is for Leo and Leo is for Sangwon. Fully. Completely. Irrevocably.
His thoughts get interrupted as Sangwon swallows, throat working around him. A loud moan slips out unbidden, and his head falls back, knocking against the mirror.
With the way he edged himself earlier, Leo doesn’t think he’ll last long at all. The sight of Sangwon on his knees, pink lips stretched so prettily, is enough to push him to the brink.
Sangwon pulls off with a wet pop, thumb pressing to the base of his cock. “Quiet, hyung. We don’t want them to hear, hm?”
He dives back in, humming as the thickness settles in his mouth perfectly. It’s almost soothing, especially after going so long without it. The weight of Leo against his tongue feels heavenly. There’s nowhere he’d rather be.
His eyes flutter shut as his head bobs frantically, up and down, breathing through his nose on the upstroke and sucking the head. One hand strokes what he can’t fit in his mouth, the other reaching down to fondle Leo’s balls. He can’t help but squeeze his legs together when Leo moans, his own cock painfully hard in shorts, aching for contact.
“Baby,” Leo groans. “Let me fuck your mouth. Please.”
Sangwon looks up, eyes teary, clouded over with lust. He goes still, mouth slack, waiting so patiently to be used like a doll. It’s the hottest thing Leo’s ever seen.
He’s perfect, and all for Leo.
Slender fingers thread through the hair at the base of Sangwon’s skull, tugging teasingly. “I won’t go easy. Be good,” is what Leo says before pulling out and thrusting back into tight, wet heat.
Sangwon almost topples over, hands shooting out to grip Leo’s thighs, keeping himself steady.
Finally, Sangwon thinks. Finally, he’s giving me what I want.
Leo doesn’t start slow. He doesn’t think he would be able to even if he wanted to. It’s hard, fast, and desperate from the get-go. He has tunnel vision now, entirely focused on coming in the gorgeous glistening mouth wrapped around him. The view below has his thighs trembling and eyes rolling back. He’s embarrassingly close to the edge.
Sangwon looks Leo straight in the eyes, even as tears stream down his face. He’s pliant, mouth stretched wide, letting Leo use him as he pleases.
His tongue laves at the underside and swollen tip on each pass, and he produces obscene noises every time Leo hits the back of his throat. There’s drool dripping down his chin and it’s filthy. So filthy, so wet, so—he’s eager and ready to finally receive his reward. Leo’s cum is about to spill hot and wet down his throat.
C’mon, Leo. Come for me, Sangwon’s tear-stained eyes plead.
“Where’s Leo hyung?” Anxin’s voice calls from the living room. They freeze.
Leo curses under his breath, hands still firm in Sangwon’s hair. Sangwon lets go of Leo’s cock as a string of saliva and precum coats his mouth and drips from his chin.
Leo trembles, orgasm receding, still hard. “Fuck. How do I go back like this?”
Sangwon should be more ashamed than this. He should feel bad. But instead, the corner of his lip rises up into a smirk. “Pfffft, hyung. I did that all day.”
Leo shudders. He can’t help but smile when he looks at Sangwon. He would love to kiss into his wet mouth and hear him whine and–
“Leo hyung?”
“Coming! I’m coming!” Leo exclaims as he helps Sangwon get up, pink marks adorning his knees.
Sangwon giggles. “No, you’re not. You don’t get to come just yet, puppy.” He plants a quick kiss on Leo’s lips before wiping his mouth and walking out, shutting the door behind him.
Leo runs a hand through his hair and opens the door with a slow exhale. For the past minute, his brain has turned into a movie of every single sad animal reel he has ever watched, high screentime coming in handy in the most inconvenient situation he has ever found himself in.
He should be fine.
The room is dark. Most of the members are sleeping, and his pants are big around him. But walking back is still… extremely uncomfortable. Come on, Leo. Remember that movie where the dog died. It’s working, he thinks. I can get through the next hour. Just one hour. I’ll be okay
Back in the living room, Sangwon feels like he’s been waiting for ages. His legs tap nervously against the empty space next to him. There’s no way Leo actually got himself off without him again, right? So what is he taking so long for?
Leo will not be okay. The sight of Sangwon on the couch—the milky skin of his thighs shifting restlessly—has his mind spinning again. Sad thoughts forgotten, replaced by images of Sangwon on his knees, drool dripping from his swollen pink lips.
Sangwon stills as soon as he sees Leo, staring up at him with his index finger caught between his teeth.
God, Leo thinks, what was Sangwon thinking about with that look on his face?
He moves swiftly, head down, careful not to draw attention as he settles back onto the couch. He cozies into the space reserved just for him, between Sangwon and Junseo.
Leo shifts, draping a blanket over both their legs. Sangwon looks up at him, a question written in his pleading eyes. “Your legs were cold,” Leo whispers, his breath fanning warm over the side of Sangwon’s cheek.
His hand slips beneath the blanket until it finds the inside of Sangwon’s thigh. The touch is slow, seemingly absent-minded, and Sangwon wonders if Leo is unaware of how turned on he still is. Of how every brush of skin makes him shiver and leak. Of course he knows. Leo always knows everything.
Sangwon opens his legs without thinking, leaning into the contact as he sits with his knees pressed to his chest and feet planted on the couch. Leo traces small circles on his skin with his thumb, then squeezes gently, and Sangwon thinks he might explode.
Or melt. Because he has missed this so much.
Of course he sees Leo everyday, but it’s different when they aren’t watched, filmed, and controlled. When a simple hand on his thigh doesn’t feel like a normality anymore in their current lifestyle. He loves chasing his dreams with Leo by his side. He’s grateful for the life he gets to live. But God, does he wish they could slip back into their private bubble sometimes—well, a lot of the time. Just to be alone together, to let go of everything he holds onto throughout the day, to fall knowing Leo would catch him and—fuck.
Sangwonie
Hyung
Wh at r undoing
Leo
watching a movie
Sangwonie
No
Please
Leo
hm?
youd like me inside right now wouldn’t you
look at you squirming
Leo’s hand presses on his lower abdomen, cold fingers slowly dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. Sangwon’s breath stutters and he leans sideways, letting his head drop onto Leo’s shoulders. Frankly, he is exhausted, but that is not the reason his body has gone slack and his eyelids have closed shut.
He bites down on his lower lip to stop himself from making a sound. He’s always been the vocal type, so this is by far no easy task for an eager boy like him. Especially not one who has been blueballed for weeks, deprived of his boyfriend's touch, having to share his boyfriend’s attention with so many others who need it way less than him.
Heat rushes to his cheeks as Leo holds Sangwon’s cock. There is a slight gasp that comes out of Leo’s mouth and Sangwon knows that Leo is holding back with all his might not to tease him right now. Not to tease him for how hard he already is. How hard he still is, is what Sangwon wants to tell Leo. How torturous it is that Leo has let Sangwon sit like this for so long.
Leo glides his hand over the head of Sangwon’s length to gather precum and Sangwon disguises his whimper with a cough. Well, he was only half-hard at first actually, but that didn’t last very long.
Junseo glances over. “Wow. Sangwon looks really sick, huh?”
“Yeah, I think he is… he fell asleep. Don’t worry, I will take care of him later.”
And the latter is definitely not a lie. Leo will take care of Sangwon later. Better than anyone ever could. He will give him the best orgasm of his fucking life. Maybe more than once. He likes making Sangwon come over and over again. His beautiful boy deserves it. Leo would’ve given it to him already if he could, he would do anything for Sangwon. His Sangwon.
Junseo nods, the loud screams coming from the TV screen make him jump and return his attention to the movie. “GEONWOO HYUNG IS SCARED!” Sanghyeon exclaims and laughs. Snack bowls get passed around and low murmurs blur into the background.
Leo on the other hand is not scared at all. Nor focused. He doesn’t even know what the movie is about, really. Leo leans in, his head brushing against Sangwon’s hair as he whispers, “You’re gonna have to stay quiet. They think you’re sleeping.” With the flick of his wrist, Leo twists his hand to quicken up the pace. Like he’s trying to create fire with friction alone.
Sangwon nearly jolts on instinct, a gasp catching in his throat. Leo’s thumb presses into his aching tip. He tenses, hand flying down to grip Leo’s arm, nails digging into skin. In his attempt to stay as silent as possible, Sangwon holds his breath, shaky puffs of air fluttering from his nostrils.
Leo glances around, not wanting any attention to be on them. Still, he finds himself enjoying the risk, wanting to do more than just sit silently watching a movie he doesn’t even know the plot of. He wants to touch Sangwon. His baby deserves to be touched.
God, Sangwon feels pathetic like this. Jolting and squirming even under featherlight touches and slow strokes. Every single point of contact between him and Leo feels electric, like it can set him on fire at any second. Everything that’s been building up throughout the day, throughout the weeks, threatening to unravel right in front of him. His painfully hard cock throbs under the warmth of Leo’s hand, cum and whimpers threatening to burst out of him. He can’t control it any longer. Can’t control the way his feet twitch and his toes curl inward.
“That’s one strike. Two more and you won’t get what you want. You gotta stay quiet, baby.”
And Leo knows Sangwon doesn’t back down from a challenge.
He has literally competed in a survival show, yet trying to sit still at this moment has got to be the hardest thing he has ever had to do in his entire life. Sangwon feels so hot and flushed he wouldn’t be surprised if he looks like a cartoon character right now; hot steam bursting out of his nose and ears.
The precum Sangwon’s leaking makes the slide smooth. Leo’s hand glides over him with desperate precision, thumb pressing into the crown and digging into his weeping slit. A quiet whine slips out before Sangwon can stop it, barely audible beneath the jumpscares echoing throughout the living room.
Leo gives a light pinch to his thigh in warning before returning to relentless strokes, grip slick and hot. “That’s two,” he murmurs, low enough for only them to hear. “C’mon. Be good for hyung. I know you can.”
His fingers brush Sangwon’s frenulum, and the hand gripping Leo’s arm slides down to his wrist, holding tight. A smirk tugs at Leo’s mouth, and he bites the inside of his cheeks to keep from smiling. He pulls the blanket higher, casting a glance down at Sangwon. The boy shifts, burying his face in Leo’s neck, still feigning sleep.
The cock in his hand twitches, and Leo’s own stirs in response. Sangwon’s eyes flutter open for a brief moment, the flickering light from the TV illuminating them perfectly and—fuck. Tears are welling up there again.
The feeling of having Sangwon completely at his mercy, turned on to the point of trembling and helplessness, turns Leo on an embarrassing amount. He’s never been so painfully hard in his life. Seeing how affected Sangwon is, the way his thighs shake and tears spring in his eyes from holding back, leaves him wet and aching.
Leo clamps his palm over the head of Sangwon’s cock on the next upstroke, rubbing in tight circles, drawing blood to the surface. Sangwon squirms as Leo kneads sensitive flesh, brows furrowing faintly, mouth parting on a shuddering breath. It feels too good, and he can’t help but buck desperately into Leo’s hand.
That’s three strikes. A rule violation that Leo cannot let slide.
So he pulls his hand away, just like he said he would. Only good boys get rewards.
He wipes his sullied hand on Sangwon’s thigh, removing it from the shorts and the blanket altogether. His eyes dart around the room. Nearly everyone is asleep, the movie coming to an end.
It’s the perfect time to slip away.
“Hey,” Leo whispers, nudging Junseo’s shoulder. “I’m gonna take Sangwon upstairs to his own bed, okay? He isn’t feeling well, and the others might get sick too if he stays here…”
“Oh, yeah, of course. Will he be okay alone? Should I go with him?”
“No!” Leo clears his throat. “No, it's okay. I’ll go with him. You stay here with the young ones. We’ll see each other tomorrow.”
Leo swings Sangwon’s arm around his neck and holds onto his waist. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed, aegi.” His fingers slip under Sangwon’s shirt, making him jolt at the touch and grab Leo's hand to prevent him from squeezing his waist.
“Leo.”
Sangwon has the magical ability to say Leo’s name in countless ways. He doesn’t even have to form a full sentence for Leo to know exactly what he means. Leo has become more than just a name; to Sangwon, it’s a word with a variety of definitions. One he uses when his brain isn’t coherent enough to speak a full sentence.
This one definitely means only one thing: Leo, please stop touching me before I come on the spot.
Right as the elevator door closes behind them, Sangwon's hands are in Leo’s hair, and their mouths crash into each other. The kiss is messy and desperate, all spit and breath, weeks of restraint spilling out all at once. Sangwon pushes Leo back against the mirrored elevator wall, his tailbone pressing hard against the metal railing.
Leo’s heart swells at having Sangwon like this, so desperate and needy for him.
“Mhyungg,” Sangwon breathes against Leo’s mouth. “Please.”
Leo groans, lips marking a trail down the front of Sangwon’s throat. One hand braces against the back of Sangwon’s neck, the other gripping his hip with such strength there’s no doubt it’ll leave a bruise. “Please what, baby?”
Sangwon replies without saying a word, just low whimpers escaping his gaping mouth as he guides the hand on his hip to the front of his pants, his bulge hard and flushed against the thin fabric of his shorts.
Leo presses his forehead against Sangwon’s. “God, you’re killing me.” He lets out an exasperated laugh. “You’re absolutely insane.”
Sangwon doesn’t care how insane he is right now, or how insane they both are. He definitely feels insane. The urge and desperation are obvious, vibrating through every part of his body. Noticeable in the way he leans flush against Leo’s front, the way he chases the friction against Leo’s hand even when it hurts.
The elevator dings as soon as it finishes its ascent. Any other time, it’s been a blessing for them that their dorms are so close, reachable within less than a minute. Though the fact that they don’t even share a floor is already painful enough for their separation anxiety.
Despite seeing each other on the daily, their rooms are now their only private space. They miss having that safety net from their shared apartment days—a place where they could escape to just the two of them, where they could mess up the sheets, the couch, and occasionally the kitchen counter.
Leo pushes back first, smoothing down Sangwon’s cropped shirt before he leans in. “Behave.” He presses a kiss to Sangwon’s temple. “Your reward is waiting for you across the hallway. Try to walk straight, princess.”
Sangwon exhales shakily. He was so close to coming once again. How many times has it been now? A part of him fears his cock is about to grab a knife and kill him from being so painfully hard for so long, from the insane blueballing he’s endured for God knows how long.
But Leo is right… he doesn’t want to come in his pants. He deserves a better reward than that after holding out for so long. He’s extremely frustrated, but nods anyway.
He can’t help but comply whenever Leo commands.
The door clicks shut behind them. The dorm is quiet and dark. Neither of them bothers to turn on the lights. Barely a minute passes before they’re on each other again. Sangwon backs Leo up against the door, their mouths moving in a frantic dance, desperate to consume as much of each other as they can.
Sangwon’s hands are everywhere—threading through Leo’s hair, squeezing his shoulders, caressing down his broad chest. They slip under his shirt to feel warm skin, and they both moan at the contact. He tugs at the hem of Leo’s shirt wildly, trying to rip the offending article of clothing off with force alone.
Leo chuckles into his mouth at the urgency. He switches their positions swiftly, caging Sangwon against the door with one hand braced at the side of his head, the other gripping his waist. Leo dives back in, taking control of the kiss, changing the pace to something slower but no less desperate.
Sangwon turns pliant as their tongues meet, fingers digging into Leo’s forearms to ground himself. His legs tremble when Leo nips gently at his lower lip, sighing as he captures it between his own and sucks languidly.
Sangwon loves this so much. Loves kissing Leo. Loves being held by Leo. Loves the scent of Leo. Sangwon loves Leo. His Leo.
Their bodies melt into each other like hot candle wax, and he hopes they can be permanently stuck like this, stuck to each other for all of eternity.
But unfortunately, they have to breathe. Leo pulls away and Sangwon whines, chasing after a mouth that’s already found its way down to his jaw.
“For someone who’s sick, you’ve got a lot of energy,” Leo mumbles against Sangwon’s neck.
They both burst out laughing at the ridiculous situation they’ve found themselves in—forced apart for weeks on end, surviving on hours of teasing and turning each other on, until a single touch is nearly enough to push them over the edge after relying on nothing but words.
God, they’ve missed each other so much. What a relief it is to finally be here, in each other's arms. The comfort of privacy settles over them like a safety blanket.
Sangwon tilts his head, nose brushing against Leo’s. They breathe each other in, breaths mingling, chests heaving.
“Leo…”
“What is it, sweetheart?” Leo murmurs.
“Fuck me, please,” Sangwon pleads. “Haven’t I waited long enough? Haven’t I been good?”
Leo’s eyes glimmer in the dark. “You’re right. You have been good,” he agrees. “It’s time for your reward. Come here.”
He steps back, beckoning Sangwon with a flick of his fingers. Sangwon swallows a complaint at the loss of contact, following on shaky limbs and humming in contentment when Leo’s hands are back on him, guiding him to his room with a possessive hold on his waist.
The air turns hotter the moment they step inside, tension thickening around them.
“Strip,” Leo commands, a lazy smile resting on his flushed face. “I want you on your hands and knees for me, baby. Gonna open you up.”
Of course, Sangwon obeys, eager now that he finally gets to play. He lifts his arms and pulls his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor.
Leo’s eyes narrow as Sangwon tears off his shorts, stumbling when the fabric bunches up at his ankles. Desperate, needy little thing. Saliva pools in Leo’s mouth.
Sangwon scrambles onto the bed on his hands and knees, settling perfectly into position. He’s always liked being told what to do. A gasp spills out of him as his aching, hard cock brushes lightly against the bedsheets.
The moment Leo sees Sangwon’s tiny, plump ass perked up, he swears the air gets knocked out of him completely. He mutters a string of curses under his breath, stumbling toward Sangwon’s closet, tearing his own clothes off as he goes. He grabs the lube and condoms, nearly dropping them in the process.
Leo drapes himself over Sangwon’s back, feeling the way he trembles in anticipation.
Despite his intrinsic need to tease his baby—to watch him squirm and beg—Leo’s own desperation and accumulated blueballing get the best of him. His hunger guides him to slather his fingers with lube and push a trembling finger through Sangwon’s rim.
It slips right in.
“Oh fuck. You’re loosening up so well.”
Sangwon whimpers and pushes back against the finger, making it slide in deeper.
“Pleassse. Hurry. C'mon. Aches. ‘Sbad.” Sangwon's words slur out of him. If Leo wasn’t so incredibly attuned to him already, he wouldn’t even be able to register what he was saying.
“I know,” Leo replies. “You’re doing so well. But we have to make sure you’re loose enough to take me. It’s been a while. Fuck. It’s been way too fucking long.”
Leo’s left hand presses onto the soft flesh of Sangwon’s lower back as he slips another finger in with his right. His index and middle fingers now work up a thorough rhythm inside the warm, throbbing hole. With a curl of his fingers, Leo drags a particularly whiny moan out of his boyfriend, his own legs weakening beneath him at the sound.
A third finger quickly joins the other two. Leo picks up the pace, thrusting faster, scissoring them and stretching Sangwon’s walls deliciously. He continues like that for a few moments before slipping his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets.
Leo fumbles with the square packaging, attempting to tear the wrapper with his teeth.
“Don’t,” a frail voice pants out. “Don’t use a condom, ahh—I want to—ahh—feel you. Want to feel hyung inside.”
“God, baby,” Leo groans, tossing the condom aside. He’s entirely too weak to resist anything Sangwon asks of him. He wants it just as much, after all.
“Alright. Okay. How do you want me?”
Sangwon glances over his shoulder, eyes teary, lips forming a perfect pout.
“Wanna ride you.”
And fuck. How could Leo ever say no to that? How could he ever say no to anything his Sangwon wants?
Leo hisses as he coats himself in lube, then shifts to lean against the headboard. He reaches out, gripping Sangwon’s waist and pulling him in to kneel over his body, knees pressing against his hips. They gasp in unison as Leo’s cock nudges Sangwon’s hole. Sangwon jolts, hips twitching, hands rising to steady himself on Leo’s shoulders.
He watches as Leo grabs hold of his hard cock by the base, lining it up with slick muscle. Normally, they’d take the time to tease a bit, to ease into it—but it’s been so long that neither of them cares right now. They just want to feel each other in the closest way possible, and fast.
Sangwon’s fingers dig into the meat of Leo’s shoulders as he takes a deep breath, lowering himself. He whimpers as the head breaches his hole, Leo guiding him down to the hilt until he’s seated on his lap, thighs pressed together. Sangwon’s walls flutter around the intrusion, making Leo squeeze his eyes shut and moan, head thrown back.
“Oh,” Sangwon gasps at the fullness. Leo is so big, so thick, filling him perfectly. He can feel Leo’s heat inside him—every ridge, every vein, every twitch. It’s almost too much.
“Yeah,” Leo grunts in return, fingers flexing around Sangwon’s lithe waist. He doesn’t know how he managed to go so long without this. Without Sangwon. Without sheathing his cock in this tight, wet heat that sucks him in, wrapping him in perfect warmth, perfect friction. He can’t help but tilt his hips up, chasing, needing more.
“C’mon, baby,” he encourages. “You wanted to ride me, right? Show me how you make yourself feel good on my cock. Wanna see it.”
Sangwon plants his knees on the mattress and raises his hips until only the tip remains, then sinks back down slowly. He keens as the slide turns smooth, the pressure hitting white-hot. A sharp inhale cuts through the room as he repeats it, finding a rhythm that has them both trembling.
Alternating between bouncing and shallow grinds, it isn’t long before the pace quickens. Leo is long enough that there’s a constant pressure on Sangwon’s swollen prostate, the fleshy head massaging it just right with every roll of his hips, sending sparks racing down his spine.
Sangwon sighs, head hanging to the side as the heat in his gut burns hotter. “Leo, please.”
“That’s it, baby. Just like that,” Leo praises. “You’re taking me so well. You were made for this. For me.”
“Good, hyung?”
“So good, Wonie. You always make hyung feel so good. I missed you.”
Sangwon whimpers, the praise and affection driving him to move faster, to take what he wants.
To take what he knows he deserves.
Leo’s gaze is fixated on where they’re connected, low moans spilling past his lips. Sangwon glances down and nearly comes on the spot at the sight below him. His small, milky thighs are pressed against Leo’s, large and thick. There’s a stark difference in size, and it makes Sangwon’s cock twitch. He knew Leo was bigger than him, but this is just absurd. It’s extremely hot. He’s never been more turned on in his life.
It’s enough to push him to the edge, Sangwon can feel it. His orgasm has been steadily rising, simmering beneath his skin. Not much time has passed, but he’s been edged, teased, and deprived for far too long, on the verge of coming for hours, even just today.
Tears prick Sangwon’s eyes. “Hyung, ‘m so close. Can I come? Please?”
“Me too,” Leo rasps, his own hips subtly lifting to meet Sangwon’s movements. “You can come, baby. Want you to. C’mon, give it to me.”
Usually, Leo’s words would be all Sangwon needs to reach his peak.
But usually, he isn’t this pent-up. He’s right there on the precipice, hanging by a thread, but it won’t snap. Sangwon moves more frantically now, driven by pure desperation and need. Something isn’t right. No matter how much he tries, no matter how badly he wants to, it won’t happen—sitting just out of reach.
Sangwon is so, so close. He finally has the chance to come, he’s right there, but he just—
“Can’t,” Sangwon wails, the tears pooling along his waterline and spilling down his cheeks. “Hyung, I-I can’t. I—”
He all but collapses against Leo’s chest, thighs burning as his stamina finally runs out. Leo frowns in concern, hands coming up to rub Sangwon’s back soothingly, feeling the way he trembles.
“What’s wrong, Sangwon-ah? Do you need to stop?”
“No!” Sangwon blurts out. “No. Please, don’t stop. I just—”
His hands rest on Leo’s chest as he pushes himself up onto wobbly knees. He tries to lift his hips, but he barely moves an inch before his legs give out again, unable to support his weight. Sangwon sobs in frustration as his orgasm ebbs away, reduced to grinding down in small, helpless increments.
“Leo, hyung, baby. I’m so close. ‘M so close, but I can’t come—I don’t know why. It’s not—fuck, please.”
Oh, Leo thinks. His dick twitches as he realizes that Sangwon has been edged and blueballed for so long that now, when he finally has the chance to come, he physically can’t.
Holy shit.
Leo tucks a strand of Sangwon’s hair behind his ear, thumb gently wiping away his tears. “Please what, angel? What do you want, hm?
“Please help me,” Sangwon whimpers, leaning into Leo’s touch. “Wanna come.”
“Alright, pretty. Let’s make this quick for you. You’ve already been waiting for so long, been so patient for me.”
Leo grabs a hold of plush thighs, his hands so big that they wrap fully around them. He plants his feet on the bed and waits for Sangwon to hook his arms around his neck, whispering a soft string of baby, baby, my pretty baby onto his skin.
Need and hunger take over as Leo gives his first thrust, their patience lost and scattered around the room like abandoned socks. He doesn’t start off slow. He doesn’t go soft. No, Leo knows exactly what Sangwon wants. What he needs. And he’s going to give it to him.
He fucks Sangwon roughly, desperately, willing to do anything in his power to make him come. Sweat beads across his forehead from the effort. Sangwon goes limp, letting Leo take over. His body jostles with each thrust, his hard cock rubbing against Leo’s firm stomach, leaking like a faucet.
Leo can’t help but think back to earlier—how Sangwon wanted to know what he was doing, how turned on he got just from Leo’s texts. How turned on they both got from it.
“God, it was so hot, how turned on you were from just texting me. So worked up from me jerking off.”
“Well, you are hot when you jerk off,” Sangwon mutters, mouthing clumsily at Leo’s neck.
“You weren’t even there, and yet you were whimpering and squirming in your seat,” Leo recounts in awe. “You’re so good to me. God.”
Sangwon shudders, his head lolling onto Leo’s shoulder. “Please,” he whines, begging. “Faster. More. Make me come. I know you can.”
At that, Leo’s resolve snaps. He tightens his grip on Sangwon’s thighs and flips them over, manhandling the younger so that he’s lying on his back, head against the pillows with Leo hovering over him.
And god, does Sangwon look utterly beautiful like this. Blonde hair fanned around him like a halo, pretty mouth parted around a gasp, chest heaving, eyes wide in shock, a blush blooming high on the apples of his cheeks. He’s breathtaking—an angel disguised as a human.
Leo can’t hold back any longer. He dives in for a feral kiss, all tongue and teeth, spit dribbling down their chins. He shifts to suck a bruise into Sangwon’s collarbones, canines scraping against sensitive flesh, then buries his nose in the hollow of his throat, inhaling deeply.
“My pillow princess. You’re perfect,” is all Leo says before he thrusts back into wet heat, sliding home.
Sangwon keens, back arching like a bowstring, the air escaping him as Leo hits his prostate just right. “Ah, hyung—” His legs shoot up to lock around Leo’s waist, hands scrambling for purchase on his biceps, then his back, nails raking in the onslaught of unexpected pleasure.
“That’s right,” Leo growls. “Take it. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
He sets an animalistic pace, the new angle letting him go even faster—pulling out until his tip kisses Sangwon’s rim, thrusting in until his pelvic bone meets his ass. Sangwon’s sucking him in like he doesn’t want to separate for even a second, and Leo’s breath stutters in his chest, the throbbing warmth pushing him dangerously close to the edge.
Sangwon wails as Leo tweaks his rosy nipples, rolling them between his index finger and thumb. A nail digs in sharply, and the dam breaks again, tears streaming down Sangwon’s flushed cheeks. His hips begin to grind down, meeting Leo’s thrusts.
It feels so good, so right, to be reunited like this.
They don’t know how much time passes, lost in pleasure, lost in each other. It could be hours, minutes, seconds. All they know is that it feels too good to stop. But they’re both close, and they’ve waited more than enough for this.
Leo doesn’t allow his rhythm to falter, thrusting all the way to the hilt before grinding in small circles as he prods at Sangwon’s taint, rubbing the silky expanse behind his balls and pressing his sweet spot from the inside out.
Sobs wrack Sangwon’s body as he writhes against the sheets, the dual sensations too much yet not enough. He’s incoherent now, drooling onto the pillows beneath him, soaking them. He can’t do anything but feel, just lie there and take what Leo’s giving him.
It’s his reward, after all.
A particularly rough thrust has Sangwon gurgling, a guttural sound ripping from his throat, eyes squeezing shut. Leo does it again, and again.
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Who gets to touch you like this.”
Leo’s hand slides up Sangwon’s chest and comes to rest on his neck—not applying pressure, just holding. Feeling the shuddering breaths that move through him, thumb swiping tenderly over his Adam's apple.
A glance down shows that Sangwon is painfully hard, his cock wet and visibly twitching, almost purple. Leo hasn’t touched it once since they started, not wanting it to end. He can tell how close Sangwon is, how much he’s enjoying it, but he figures he’s dragged this out long enough.
He wants to make his baby come.
In contrast to the way he’s fucking him, Leo leans down to press soft kisses to Sangwon’s cheeks, licking away salty tears. He shoves a hand between their bodies, coating his fingers in the precum pooled on Sangwon’s stomach, wrapping them around his cock firmly.
The reaction is instant.
Sangwon yelps, eyes shooting open, hips jerking and thrusting into Leo’s grip.
“Baby,” he gasps out, breathless and shaky. “Baby, baby, please—ah—oh—” He’s babbling, repeating it like a mantra, words slurring. His orgasm threatens to bubble over, but he’s so sensitive it hurts, unsure if he’ll be able to let go.
Leo strokes Sangwon’s cock in time with his thrusts, twisting his hand on the downstroke and thumbing at the tip. “Can you come like this, baby? Are you close?”
“Dunno,” Sangwon hiccups tearfully. “S-sensitive, hyungie—hyung, Leo hyung—it hurts, it’s good.”
A chuckle escapes before Leo can stop it, extremely endeared, even now. Sangwon is too cute for his own good.
“I know, baby. You’re doing so well,” Leo coos. He snaps his hips, putting more power behind his thrusts, brows furrowing as pleasure chases after him. The hand stroking Sangwon speeds up, his wrist aching. He’s so close Leo can taste it. He just needs a little push.
Sangwon’s breath hitches and he lets out a choked sob, muscles burning. “I-I can’t.”
One thrust. A nip to Sangwon’s jaw, a new bruise blossoming.
“C’mon, let go. It’s okay, angel. Let me see you come.”
Two thrusts. A kiss filled with desperation, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.
“Show hyung how pretty you look when you come, hm? Make hyung proud.”
Three thrusts. A slick palm polishing the swollen head of Sangwon’s cock, kneading.
“My princess,” Leo growls.
Sangwon shatters.
He cries out, eyes rolling back and arching off the mattress, spine pulled taut. The thread snaps as he finally unravels, walls fluttering around Leo, his release streaking his chest, his stomach. Even his cheek. Leo fucks him through it as he trembles, letting out broken whimpers at the overwhelming sensations.
“Gonna come,” Leo grunts, thrusts turning frenzied.
Sangwon’s eyes flutter open and he locks his legs around Leo’s waist tighter, pulling him in. “Inside,” he slurs, tongue thick in his mouth, using his last bit of energy to plead as he twitches through the aftershocks.
“Come inside, baby. Fill me up.”
Leo’s balls tighten and he groans, throwing his head back, slamming in deep so they’re flush against each other as he paints Sangwon’s walls with thick, warm ropes of cum, pumping him full. He continues to rut into Sangwon, moaning as he clenches around him, milking Leo for all he’s worth.
They both hiss as Leo starts to pull out, chests heaving. Sangwon whines, making Leo halt his movements.
“What is it, baby?”
“Stay… inside…” Sangwon mumbles sleepily, his face already smushed into a pillow that somehow didn’t get soiled, eyes half shut.
“Alright, sweetheart.”
Leo shifts them onto their sides gingerly, careful not to slip out. He cozies up behind Sangwon, tucking his chin over his shoulder and draping an arm over his waist, pulling him in close—chest to back, thigh to thigh. He inhales sharply as the tight heat clenches around him again, his cock softening and sensitivity still high, before he finally melts into the warmth Sangwon radiates.
“Better?”
“Mhmm.”
The response pulls a breathless laugh from Leo as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of Sangwon’s neck. Sangwon looks so fucked out, so sated, and Leo feels the same exact way. That had to have been the most mindblowing sex he’s ever had, and that’s saying something when he has Lee Sangwon as his boyfriend.
“How are you feeling?” Leo rumbles against Sangwon’s ear.
“Mmm… good,” Sangwon hums. “Even though it hurt. I liked it.”
Leo feels his dick twitch and he has to take a deep breath, willing himself not to get hard again. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He pets Sangwon’s hair and watches as he preens, much like a cat. Adorable.
“What about you, hyung?”
“What about me?”
Sangwon attempts to give a weak kick to Leo’s leg with his heel, failing miserably. “How do you feel, hyungie? Was it good for you too?”
“Of course it was baby,” Leo chuckles. “I’m on cloud nine. You always take such good care of me.”
A pause. Followed by a frustrated sigh.
“We’re never waiting that long again, though. I swear my dick was going to fall off.”
Sangwon sends a very nonthreatening glare over his shoulder, pout adorning his lips.
“You came twice,” he grumbles. “You have no right to talk. I’m the one who had to wait even longer.”
Oh. Leo freezes. He forgot about that. The fact that he didn’t let himself come earlier.
Leo scratches at the back of his neck, ears turning red. “Yeah, well. About that… I didn’t actually come the first time.”
Sangwon’s eyes widen. “Wh-what? I thought—”
“I just—”
And even as he rushes to explain himself, even as they both erupt into laughter at their twisted little game and Sangwon teases him mercilessly, Leo knows it was worth it. They both know it was worth it. Everything they do together is worth millions.
He said they’re never waiting that long again—but it isn’t entirely true. Leo would wait lifetimes for Sangwon if it meant keeping him by his side, just like this—home.