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“Next up in the arena we have our last year world champion of the NFR, Ahn Suho!”
Cheers fill the whole stadium, ringing in Suho’s ears as he prepares to drop down onto the bare back of his given bronco for the night. He’s well aware of the cameras on his face as he prepares.
“He is leading the number one spot in the World Championship with a whopping 79.75 points. He’s just barely pulled ahead of our second and third spots, belonging to Kang Wooyoung and Geum Seongje respectively. These next 10 days are really going to put our rider’s skills to the test!”
Suho lifts his head to camera shining directly into his face as he climbs over the corral gate. His horse shudders under him, whinnying softly and tossing his head back and forth in anticipation. He’s just as ready to hit the dirt as Suho is.
Suho tilts the brim of his cowboy hat up and flashes a smirk to the camera. A smirk that makes the crowd roar.
“Ah, there it is! That signature Ahn Suho charm. Tonight’s ride he is on Tater Tot. An old friend of his that he’s rode three other times in this years season. He’s only managed to stay on for the whole 8 seconds one singular time on Tater Tot. Will he manage tonight?”
Tater Tot is not the bronco Suho wanted for tonight. He was hoping for Tequila Queen to start off strong. Tater Tot’s movements are harder to predict. More wild and harsh on his body. Tater Tot has a temper and bucks like he does. It’s why Suho has such a hard time staying on him.
Suho’s favorite horses to ride buck like they just want him off. They buck with predictable, reliable movements that Suho can trick and manipulate into staying on longer.
Horses like Tater Tot buck with no other reason than this what they were bred and trained to do. They buck with hate in their hearts which in turn means harsher, more unreliable movements. They’re harder to bend and manipulate. And much harder to stay on for.
Below him, Tater Tot stamps his foot like he read Suho’s mind.
Suho has three rounds, three chances to secure his title. If he blows this first ride, his championship is basically gone.
Suho takes a steadying breath. He’s rode Tater Tot before. He can perform well. An easy horse is too boring at times. Winning on a horse that barely bucks is not nearly as fun that makes you work for it.
He drops down onto his horse.
Tater Tot neighs and slams into the side of the corral.
“Woah! Easy there pal. We know each other,” Suho coos into the stallion. He pats Tater Tot’s neck once as he begins to wrap the rope around his hand and secure himself to the horse.
His horse makes a grumbling noise and his tail lashes.
“Yea, I know.” Suho mumbles as he slides into position. “I don’t like you either.”
Tater Tot stomps again but Suho is staring up at the chute operator. The man raises his thumb and Suho nods.
The chute opens and Tater Tot tears off.
The first bound threatens to destabilize Suho. It’s a sharp movement straight into the air with zero preamble. It makes Suho slide back much further than he wants, even with squeezing his legs and tightening his core. Suho can hardly believe he stayed on by the time the hooves touch the ground.
Tater Tot does not let him breathe though.
The second all four hooves have touched the ground, he’s throwing his back feet into the air in a harsh maneuver that has Suho’s body whipping forward. “Oh fuck!” He shouts as he’s shot forward.
His hand in the air almost slaps the horses hide but he barely manages to right it in time.
He hears the announcers overhead. Can hear the excited roar of the crowd but he doesn’t make anything out. Can’t even spare them an ounce of his brain power because all he’s focused on is this fucking horse.
Tater Tot twists his body in a way Suho didn’t even know his conformation allowed for and he’s sliding off to the side. He yelps, tightening his body and trying to swing his body with the momentum. Anything to keep himself from sliding off this damn horse.
They hit the ground and Tater Tot bucks harshly again. His rear hooves leaving the ground entirely as a truly demonic bay leaves his mouth.
“Shit!” Suho flies forward, his ass leaving the horses back as he flies forward.
They land and all four hooves leave the ground in another teeth clattering maneuver. Suho slides again but it doesn’t matter.
Because the 8 second buzzer sounds.
Suho barks out a laugh and bails off the horse the second he’s back on solid ground.
Tater Tot screams out a neigh and Suho doesn’t even spare him a glance. He beelines it straight for the side of the arena, running as fast as he can and jumping.
The crowd giggles and screams around him as he lands on the bars of the arena, dozens of faces peering at him as the cowboys behind him work on wrangling Tater Tot back into the corrals.
Suho winks and waves at a few fans as he lets his gaze drift through the crowd.
Only to stop on the prettiest reporter he has ever seen.
Big doe eyes and tan, soft looking skin. Dark lashes that are fluttering under Suho’s attention. Pouty lips that could definitely use a bit of chapstick but Suho finds himself wanting to kiss all the same. Short hair that’s swept under a NFR branded baseball cap. And he’s stuffed into a long sleeve patterned shirt that he clearly doesn’t own himself. A silly attempt to blend in.
As if someone like that could ever blend in.
“Hello gorgeous,” Suho drawls as he pulls off his cowboy hat.
The reporter stares back at him, merely blinking and tilting his head in confusion.
“What’s your name?” Suho shouts over the roar of the crowd.
The reporter blinks at him again, brows furrowing as he clutches the camera in his hands tighter. Like he’s debating on if he should answer Suho or not.
“Sieun,” he answers.
The sound of his deep, raspy voice makes Suho’s heart skip a beat. And he can’t help but beam a little stupidly. “Are you here fo-“
“Suho!”
Everyone’s heads whip towards the corrals. Where the chute operators are waving him out of the arena. “Come on! Cole’s next clear out!”
Oh. Right. “Coming!” Suho shouts back before returning his gaze to the pretty reporter. He pulls his hat back on his head and winks. “Come find me for my post ride interview.” And then he drops off the side and hustles back into the chutes.
As soon as he’s back within the corrals, he gets several slaps on the back and lots of praise for his ride. Lots of compliments for riding that pain in the ass horse.
All he can focus on is getting to the press area though. Shoving through riders and throwing at half asses compliments and thanks as he thinks about the pretty reporter with doe eyes.
When he gets to the press area, Sieun is there.
But not at Suho’s spot. Waiting for Suho.
At a different riders area. A Brazilian guy who finished about two rides before Suho went. Their backs are turned to Suho, they’re not even facing him. Suho only recognizes the pattern of the shirt and the hat Sieun is wearing.
Suho blinks and frowns. Maybe he should go say something to them. Jokingly interrupt and get Sieun’s attention.
He feels a smirk playing at his lips. Yea, he wouldn’t mind that.
But just as he goes to take a step towards them, a new interviewer cuts into his line of sight. “Ahn Suho?”
Suho blinks and looks at the interviewer. “Oh, hi?”
The interviewer beams back at him. “Do you have time for an interview? That last ride of yours was amazing!”
“Oh! Uh-“
Suho’s gaze cuts back over to Sieun and the other rider. But the other rider is now alone. Interview seemingly over and Sieun nowhere to be seen.
Suho smothers his frown and looks back at the interviewer in front of him. “Sure!” His face breaks into a grin. “I’d be happy to.”
—
Suho’s next event isn’t for another two days. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have business at the rodeo to attend to.
He has fan meetings and press conferences. Interviews and photo ops. Brand deals with his cowboy boot brand and sponsorship promises he must deliver on. Brand reputation work, as his manager calls it. This tends to be his least favorite part of his job, but he does it all with a carefully painted on smile and plenty of cowboy charm.
And it’s not all bad, he loves to watch the other events.
And he’s on the hunt for Sieun.
He googled last night up in his fancy Las Vegas resort hotel room. He googled ‘rodeo interviewer sieun’ and the first result was the interview Sieun had done that same day.
From there, it was easy.
Suho found out quickly that Yeon Sieun is a SNU graduate in literacy and that he’s sent himself aboard for his small startup journalism group about Korean athletes breaking into foreign sports previously unavailable to them. Apparently, rodeo was his next subject. Sieun is here with another friend, Seo Juntae. The two of them have split up to cover the 8 Korean participants of this year’s NFR.
Ahn Suho, Geum Seongje, Kang Wooyoung: Unsaddled bronco riders.
Jeon Seokdae: Saddled bronco rider.
Na Baekjin: Calf roping.
Go Hyuntak and Park Humin: Team roping.
And finally, Youngi: Barrel racing.
All of this makes sense to Suho. The more he googled the more he understood who Sieun was and why he was it. More importantly: how to get close to him. The only thing he couldn’t understand was why the hell Sieun interviewed someone who wasn’t apart of the Korean participants.
Unless Sieun did it purposefully to spite Suho. In which case, he’s about to get 10x more annoying towards Sieun.
“Knock knock.”
A glass beer bottle knocks on the corner of Suho’s booth and he jerks his head up from where he’d been fiddling with a strand of straw.
Wooyoung’s there, two beers in his hands, one extended for Suho. “Team roping’s about to start.” Wooyoung jerks his head. “You wanna come?”
Suho grabs the beer and stands. His duties have been fulfilled for today. His manager should be happy. He shouldn’t get in trouble for abandoning his booth.
“Hell yea I do.”
Wooyoung grins and the pair pull their hats down low and pull bandannas over their faces to keep hidden from the press as they fight through the crowds to get a good seat.
“How’s Baku and Gotak doing this tournament?” Suho asks as they push through the crowd. “Haven’t been able to talk to them since we got here.”
“They took the biggest lead on day 1. Gotak missed a heel though so the margin between them and 1st place didn’t close as much as they wanted.”
Suho nods as they squeeze along the edges. He likes to keep up with his peers in this space. American cowboys can be… not the friendliest with foreigners to say the least. So he likes to support and root on his Korean peers any chance he gets, even his direct competitors.
“Goooooddddd evening ladies and gentlemen here in Las Vegas!” The announcer booms suddenly as the arena lights boom on. The crowd immediately yells back, deafening Suho’s hearing.
“Tonight we have a very special event for you all! I hope you’re reading for some team roping!!”
Suho suddenly stops, his hand not on his beer shooting out to grab Wooyoung. “Woo.”
His friend stops and turns to glare. “What?”
Suho’s gaze is on the stands off to the left of them. Right against the arena barriers again. Next to the dirt and the nitty gritty.
Yeon Sieun.
Today he’s not wearing a hat. Today he’s in a black patterned long sleeve. Silver details. Still a little too big and not fitted for his frame. Black Wranglers that really cling to his thighs and do wonders to his ass.
It’s a nice outfit. Really hot.
Too fancy for the NFR team roping event.
Suho jerks his head towards the unsuspecting journalist. “Let’s sit here.”
Wooyoung follows his gaze, the bandanna hiding his facial expressions but Suho knows him well enough to know he’s frowning. “We’re going to be recognized down there.”
“And?”
His friend looks at the spot, then at the arena and sighs. “Alright fine.”
Suho beams under his bandanna and heads for Sieun.
They get to the seats as soon as the first pair of ropers leave the chutes. Suho squeezes in right next to Sieun, Wooyoung settling in with a sigh next to him.
Sieun instantly turns to glare.
Suho plants his pointer and middle finger on the rim of his cowboy hat and does a halfhearted salute. “Howdy.”
Sieun drags an unimpressed gaze down Suho, clearly not fully recognizing him with the getup and the noise of the arena. The reporter turns his head back to the arena as the ropers finish off their set.
Suho leans in. “Come here often?”
Sieun shrinks to the side and twists to glare at him. “Can I help you?”
Suho pulls the bandanna off his face and flashes Sieun a grin. “Just came to enjoy the show.”
He watches the reporters eyes widen in recognition and sees the way his hands tighten on the camera in his grasp. “Ahn Suho.”
“Guilty as charged.” Suho tips his hat again. “Enjoying the rodeo so far?”
Sieun turns back to the arena as the announcer announces the next pair up. “Don’t you have a horse to ride or something?”
“Oh I have something to ride,” Suho purrs.
The other man drives his shoulder harshly into Suho, making him grunt and bump into Wooyoung. “Shut up.” He looks at Suho out of the corner of his eye before sighing. “Are you planning on staying here all night?”
Suho grins and smashes the top of his beer bottle against his belt buckle, making the cap fly off. “Yes.”
Sieun’s eyes flare for a second before he twists his mouth and turns back to watch the event. “Yay,” he mutters dryly.
“What was that?” Suho asks louder than needed as he leans into Sieun’s space. “Didn’t catch that.”
“You are the most insufferable-“
“It’s Baku and Gotak next!” Wooyoung suddenly shouts, throwing an arm around Suho and cutting Sieun off. “Get loud!”
Sure enough, Suho sees his friends in the chutes on the cameras. Hats off and waving them wildly to ramp up the crowd. Suho grabs his own hat off his head and waving it back, shouting wildly at the top of his lungs.
Sieun snaps a few photos of the pair in the chutes. Then turns the camera on Suho as he’s mid swallow of his beer.
Suho winks as the flash goes off.
Sieun huffs and turns right back to the arena.
“You’re cute Sieun-ah you know that?” Suho says as finishes his swallow. Sieun side eyes him. “But you don’t really fit in.”
“What? Of course I don’t fit in here. This is not my scene at all,” he snaps back.
Suho plants his cowboy hat on Sieun’s head. It’s a little big and the rim dips into Sieun’s eyes. Suho pulls it up and flicks the rim with a big grin as he meets the reporters eyes. “There we go. Now you look like a real cowboy.”
Sieun’s cheeks turn a little red and he whips his head away from Suho, causing the hat to dip back into his eyes. This makes Suho laugh and adjust the hat again, noting the pink on his ears just as the chutes open and the steer races out.
Sieun watches with rapt attention.
Suho watches Sieun the rest of the night.
—
Two days later and Suho is disappointed again.
He finished his second ride on Tequila Queen beautifully. Lasting all 8 seconds and securing himself another 4 points. Firmly widening the gap between him and Wooyoung.
He had found Sieun before his event, still wearing the cowboy hat Suho had left with him. Today was a long sleeved red and black patterned shirt with a bit of fringe on the arm. Again, too fancy to blend in but it suited him.
Sieun hadn’t replied when Suho asked if he would interview him but Suho had assumed he would.
And yet here he is again, being interviewed by someone he doesn’t care about while Sieun stands 15 feet away interviewing Seongje.
The next day, he wedges himself next to Sieun during barrel racing.
Sieun tells him he’s annoying and doesn’t say anything after that.
That night, Suho fumes after reading both Seongje and Youngi’s interviews with Sieun.
Their little game continues all the way until the last day of the rodeo. When the final unsaddled bronc riding finals are being held.
Sieun has worn Suho’s hat every day of the rodeo. But despite how much that makes Suho preen, he makes no other headway with the reporter.
Until literally 10 minutes before Suho’s ride. As he’s heading for the chutes.
Sieun steps into his line of view, making Suho stop dead in his tracks. Sieun lifts his camera and snaps a photo of Suho before the cowboy can process what’s happening.
“Sieun-ah?”
“Secure first place tonight,” Sieun says softly as he steps towards Suho. “And I’ll double the length of your interview.”
The competitive fire lights up inside of Suho and he feels his eyebrows raise. “That’s awfully nice of you.”
Sieun shrugs as he approaches the cowboy, still wearing the hat Suho gave him almost a week ago. “Maybe if you ask nicely we can do a private interview too.”
Suho feels his mouth dry up as Sieun’s hands grab at his shirt. Wiping away nonexistent dust on his vest. “You don’t mean-“
“I said if you ask nicely,” Sieun interrupts, looking up at Suho through his lashes.
“Please,” Suho whispers.
Sieun smiles softly. “Break a leg.”
Suho has never been more determined or calm as he settles on top of his elected bronco, Empty Promises. He’s never rode this horse before but Seongje told him that Empty Promises is a fun ride. Challenging but fun.
Suho barely hears the announcers. Waves and nods to the crowd on muscle memory, his mind barely on the arena.
He’s going to win and then he’s going to take Yeon Sieun back to his hotel room tonight.
The chutes open and Suho is let loose.
The horse charges, bucking straight up three times in a row. Whipping Suho’s body back and forth. He hisses, hand tightening on the rope as his body is forcibly jerked around on the horse.
Empty Promises lands, leaps and twists.
Suho is whipped forward and then to the side in quick succession. Fast enough to make him bark out swears and tighten his core as hard as he can.
Empty Promises bucks straight up after that, leaving him no time to adjust or catch his breath. Again and again, leaving Suho basically scrambling up there.
The horse lands and twists and Suho feels his stomach drop as his body starts to slide off the horse. He scrambles to try and fix himself. Hisses and swears and clutches onto that rope so hard he can feel it biting through his riding glove. His body slides further and Suho tries so hard to fix it but-
The buzzer sounds.
Suho drops and hits the ground.
Chaos erupts around him as cowboys break out to catch the horse. Cheers ring out from the stadium. The announcers drone on about how impressive of a ride that was.
Suho doesn’t hear any of it. Not as he rolls off his back and hops onto his feet, eyes locked onto the seats closest to the arena. Even from this far away, he can make him out.
Sieun. In his cowboy hat.
Suho breaks into a wild grin as he tips his hat to the reporter and hurries out of the arena.
—
“Mmm, you seem nervous baby,” Suho breathes into Sieun’s neck as he backs Sieun up onto his bed.
The reporter exhales shakily and lets Suho gently push him down onto the mattress. Their lips finding each other immediately. Sieun sighs softly as Suho coaxes his mouth open, large hands wandering to find Sieun’s thighs and squeezing.
Both of them groan, Sieun lifting his leg to hook it around Suho’s hip and tugging their bodies closer together. Suho hums, pressing closer and grabbing and squeezing any part of Sieun’s soft body he can.
Sieun breaks the kiss with a soft gasp as Suho grabs his stomach and presses down gently. “I-I’ve never done this before.”
Suho stops immediately, his eyes widening and he unintentionally jerks back. The reporter seems nice and all but Suho’s not really sure he wants this guys first time to be with a cowboy he barely knows. No matter how much Suho is attracted to him.
“Sieun, I-“
“I’m not a virgin,” Sieun interrupts.
Suho feels his eyebrows pinch together.
“I mean, I’ve never done a one night stand before. I normally wait until date 5. That’s my rule,” Sieun explains.
“Oh.” Suho scratches his chin. “You sure you want to break that rule? For me?”
Sieun rolls his eyes and reaches forward to grab Suho, yanking him back down for a kiss. The cowboy grunts and catches himself on his palms as he presses back in. Sieun takes control of the kiss this time, taking it upon himself to deepen it and lick into Suho’s mouth.
Suho groans softly and kisses back eagerly before breaking the kiss one more time. Sieun hisses at the loss again but Suho pecks his now. “I just want to make sure you’re ok with this. Says yes and I won’t bring it up again.”
The man under him rolls his eyes, one of his hands hooking around Suho’s shoulders and forcing their bodies close. “Yes, I’m sure. Yes, I want this. Yes, I want you.”
And despite his hesitations, that’s all he needs to hear.
Suho resumes kissing him, gentle and lazy. Taking his time to get to know Sieun and what he likes. What makes him sigh and tug on Suho’s shirt. What makes him whine and curl his legs around Suho. Suho leaned it all and drinks it all up. Desperate for more of Sieun.
Suho takes it slow and sweet. Clothes are slowly peeled off and vanish in the corners of Suho’s hotel room. Bare skin is gently kissed as it’s revealed to Suho. Soft praises whispered in between heated kisses.
And when their clothes are off and Sieun is bared for Suho to take, legs spread and eyes dark with want, Suho hits his knees at the edge of the bed.
“You’re so pretty Sieun-ah,” he whispers as he grabs Sieun’s calves and drags him close. His cunt glistening in the soft light of the hotel room lamp. The reporter is blushing, one hand pressed over his mouth but he doesn’t fight it or squirm.
Suho leans in once Sieun’s close enough. Nosing up his plump thighs and brushing his nose through the sparse hair he keeps on his cunt. He noses up to Sieun’s clit. Where he then presses his nose firmly against Sieun’s cunt and just- breathes.
“What are you-“
Suho inhales sharply, groaning as the smell of Sieun floods his nose.
“You’re so embarrassing,” Sieun then grumbles out but he doesn’t push Suho away.
Suho huffs a laugh but he doesn’t move. Content to sit there and breathe it in. Unsure of when the next time he’ll get Sieun like this (because he will have Sieun again) but wanting to enjoy it as much as he can.
He only starts to eat Sieun out when Sieun begins to squirm and grumble out insults to Suho.
“Are you just going to sit there and- oh.”
Suho takes his two fingers and spreads Sieun open wide, his cute clit peaking out. Then he leans in and gently kitten licks it. Soft little licks of barely there pressure. Enough to make Sieun gasp and twist but but much else.
His tongue then dips into Sien’s folds, lapping up the pooling wetness there and groaning loudly as the taste of Sieun floods his tongue. He runs his tongue up and down a few times, gathering as much as he can and lapping it up like the sweetest fruit.
Then he shoves his tongue deep inside the man and Sieun can’t hold back his soft cry. Suho curls his tongue and gently thrusts it in and out of Sieun’s slowly loosening hole. Groaning as the taste and musk of Sieun smothers his senses.
Suho loses himself in it. In Sieun. In making Sieun feel good.
He treats Sieun’s body like an alter, worshipping it endlessly and learning how to best appreciate him. He’s fast to learn how to curl his tongue while it’s deep inside him. What the exact right pressure is to make Sieun’s toes curl and his back arch.
How to lap at his clit. When to suck on it and tease it with his teeth. What makes Sieun sigh. What makes him gasp. What makes him moan and squirm. What makes him gush slick and make these cute little noises.
Suho learns it all. Commits it all to memory and abuses Sieun’s cunt in the best way possible. Forcing the report down into nothing more than twitching thighs and choked off moans.
“A-ah. Ah S-Suho-“ Sieun tangles his hands in Suho’s hair. Forcing his face harshly against his cunt as it twitches and his legs spasm.
“You wanna cum baby?” Suho slurs, entirely drunk on Sieun’s pussy.
“P-please. Please. Please. I-I’m so close,” Sieun babbles back.
“So cum,” Suho purrs, reattaching his mouth to Sieun’s cunt.
Sieun cums with a sharp cry not long after that, yanking harshly on Suho’s hair. His body arching and shaking as he’s swept away under the current of pleasure Suho’s mouth is delivering. Suho eats it out through it all. Until Sieun’s cries are devolving into whimpers of over sensitivity and he’s shoving at Suho’s head.
Suho sits back, face soaked in Sieun. Body thrumming with bone deep satisfaction at knowing how good he made Sieun feel. His cock straining against his stomach, leaking onto his abdomen.
One of his hands lingers on Sieun’s ankle, thumbing at and rubbing the bone gently while he waits for the reporter to come back to himself. He knows when Sieun is lucid because he kicks Suho’s hand off his ankle and sits up.
“I want to ride you,” he suddenly demands.
Suho feels his eyes flare, cock twitching where it rests on his stomach. “What?”
“Let me ride you,” Sieun repeats.
Suho’s cock kicks again.
“Yea. Yea ok.”
He goes to move further onto the bed and lay down, until an idea hits him.
“Wait.”
“What do you mean?”
Suho hurries off the bed to find their discarded clothes. Lifting up random shit until he finds what he’s looking for. Once he has it, climbs back onto the bed and places it onto Sieun’s head.
His cowboy hat.
Sieun’s eyes flare as he adjusts the rim so he can see Suho. “What is this?”
“Everyone who rides needs a good hat while they do it,” Suho can’t stop his cheesy grin as he says it. Even though his cock kicks again at the sight of Sieun stripped bare and in his cowboy hat.
“You want me to ride you while wearing your hat?” Sieun asks.
“Yes.”
Sieun blinks. “Fuck ok.”
Half surprised Sieun agreed to it, Suho lays down on the bed and grabs the condom he grabbed while searching for the hat. He rips it open and goes to roll it on, only to be stopped by Sieun.
“No. I want to feel you,” Sieun demands.
Suho blinks. “Sieun-“
“You can pull out. Right?” Sieun asks so sweetly. Sweet enough to make Suho’s cock throb as pre cum beads on the tip.
“Yea,” Suho breathes.
“I’m clean. Are you?” Sieun asks softly as he moves to straddle Suho.
Suho nods, letting the condom fall to the side as he grabs Sieun’s waist.
“Good. Just make sure to pull out,” Sieun breathes.
“Yes. Yes. Yea,” Suho babbles.
“Good boy,” Sieun purrs as he grabs the base of Suho’s cock and lines up.
Both of them seemingly hold their breath as Sieun carefully lines Suho up. His spongy tip pressing against Sieun’s entrance. The second Sieun begins to press down and swallow Suho up, Suho tosses his head back and moans.
It’s been a while since he’s fucked anyone raw and god he’s glad it’s Sieun. Sieun’s cunt is hot and wet and pulses with every inch he takes Suho down. It’s overwhelming pleasure already and Suho has to dig his toes into the bed sheets to ground himself. While his grip on Sieun’s hips is bruising.
Sieun’s trembling above him, making soft noises as he pushes himself deeper and deeper onto Suho. “O-oh fuck you’re big, he breathes right before he bottoms out.
That does nothing to help Suho and he’s unable to stop himself from bucking up into Sieun and making both of them cry out softly as Sieun takes the last of him.
“Fuck!” Suho moans, his eyes all but rolling back as Sieun pulses around him.
They sit like that for a moment, Sieun adjusting to Suho’s size and Suho just trying not to cum the second Sieun moves at all. Their breathes sync up, Sieun’s thighs tremble slightly.
And then, Sieun reaches up and adjusts his hat and begins to ride.
He raises himself up and drops down before repeating the action again and again. His palms planted on Suho’s chest for leverage as he sets the pace all on his own. His back arching beautifully as his legs work over and over as he creates a brisk but intense pace.
It has Suho moaning and whimpering from the start. Grabbing at Sieun and merely doing his best while Sieun uses his body for pleasure. Hot, noisy moans spilling from Sieun’s mouth with every move he makes.
It takes no time for the rhythm to become messy and erotic. The wet sound of their skin meeting with every thrust. Their moans borderline pornographic. Sieun’s cunt sucking Suho in with every move. Making his cock twitch and the only thing Suho can do is just stave off his orgasm.
Because it builds as soon as Sieun starts. The knot in his belly tightening and tightening until all he can do is babble and pray he lasts longer than Sieun does. Not like that’s an easy task, Sieun is a thing of beauty riding him.
His head tossed back, Suho’s hat hanging on his head. Back arched, cunt glistening, wet and sticky with every move he makes. It looks straight out of Suho’s wettest dreams and it takes every ounce of self control he has to not blow his load right away.
“You’re so p-pretty Sieun-ah,” Suho moans as he watches Sieun ride him in the full length mirror opposite of the bed. It’s a blessing really, being able to see both Sieun’s face and the way his body moves in the mirror.
Sieun’s cunt squeezes around Suho at the praise, his pace faltering for a second. “S-shut up.”
Suho moans at the tightening, his cock throbbing deep inside Sieun. “N-no I mean it. Fuck me. Ah. You’re gorgeous Sieun-ah. Made to ride me like this.”
Sieun squeezes around him again and Suho swears as his orgasm rises up. He tightens his body and tosses his head back with a moan. “Y-yea. Stop talking.” Sieun tries to snap but ends up cutting himself off with a moan.
“You don’t believe me?” Suho’s eyes find the mirror again. Watching the way Sieun is riding him into the mattress. The way his back curves and his fat rolls at his side. Soft and beautiful.
“Suho shut-“
“Ride me backwards,” Suho breathes out.
Sieun pauses, making Suho hiss as he rests on his waist. “What?”
“Reverse cowgirl. Or, well I guess cowboy,” Suho winks, even if he’s breathless.
Sieun blinks, sweaty and out of breath. “Yea, I can do that.”
Sieun moves fast. Pulling off fast enough Suho almost cums at the sudden friction. Turning around so his back faces Suho, adjusting his hat and then sliding back down onto Suho’s cock.
Suho is helpless to do anything but toss his head back and moan the first few movements Sieun makes. It takes a few beats but not very long for Sieun to find his pace again and begin riding Suho like he was made to do so.
Suho hears the moment Sieun realizes why he wanted him to turn around.
“Oh fuck,” Sieun whispers.
Suho’s eyes open and he lifts his head, catching Sieun’s gaze in the mirror. Sweaty, red, hair sticking to his nape, Suho’s hat on his head. “Look how pretty you are,” Suho coos as he thrusts gently up into Sieun.
Sieun’s eyelids flutter and he whines as he grinds down to meet Suho.
“Told you you were made to ride me cowboy,” Suho whispers as he thrusts into Sieun again. Sieun whimpers and clenches, making Suho hiss and squeeze his stomach to hold off his orgasm a little longer.
Sieun meets his gaze in the mirror again. “It’s really hot,” he breathes as he begins to roll his hips down onto Suho.
“You’re really hot,” Suho answers before planting his feet into the mattress and fucking up into Sieun. Fast. Mean. Unforgiving.
He takes control of the pace and pounds into Sieun. Chasing his hot, wet cunt. Fucking into him with the urgency of a dog in heat. Sieun doesn’t seem to mind though, bracing himself on Suho’s thighs and stroking his clit in time with the his thrusts.
A steady stream of moans and curses fall out of their mouthes, their eyes never wavering from each other in the mirror. They stay locked onto each other. On their bodies. Where they’re connected. The lewd sight of Suho’s cock disappearing into Sieun’s cunt and where Sieun plays with his clit.
Suho’s hat jostles on Sieun’s head with every movement, now lopsided and barely hanging on. Only serving to drive Suho more and more fucking insane.
It proves to be too much for them.
“F-fuck! Fuck! Ah Suho!”
Sieun cums first. Squeezing down so tight on Suho’s cock he swears his eyes cross. He cums in hot, never ending pulses around Suho’s cock. That providing to be Suho’s undoing.
Barely, barely in his heat addled brain, he barely manages to pull Sieun off his cock before he cums. Both of them gasping as Suho cums in hot spurts, painting Sieun’s thighs and soft belly with his cum.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. F-fuck.” He’s swallowed by his pleasure, unable to form full words as his cock jerks and kicks and he paints their bodies white.
Sieun jerks him through it, milking him dry and only stopping when he begs for him to stop.
Sieun curls up next to Suho after that, tossing his hat to the side and allowing Suho to take him into his arms and cuddle. Neither of them speak for a while, basking in the warmth. The silence.
Until Suho breaks it.
“You know,” he starts. “That was my first time fucking someone in a mirror.”
Sieun makes a noise and pulls back so their eyes can meet. “Really?”
Suho nods. “Guess that means we’re special to each other hm?”
The reporter’s brows furrow and he frowns. “What?”
Suho laughs and presses their foreheads together. “Let me see you again. And take you out properly.”
Sieun is quiet for a few seconds as he contemplates. “How long are you still in Vegas for?”
“Two more days after tonight.”
“I’ve never been to a casino before.” Sieun pulls back and places his hand on Suho’s chest. “You can take that first too.”