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Park Sunghoon is a 23-year-old man that can think for himself, except for when he's with Sunoo, he cant think for himself when hes with Sunoo. In general, Sunghoon struggles to make decisions, it's like his brain freezes at the crossroads, leaving him second-guessing until it's too late. That's exactly why he has Sunoo; hard headed and self assured. That reliability is what makes them click, that steady push-pull where Sunghoon leans on Sunoo's certainty like a crutch. It's trust, well, maybe even dependency when Sunghoon takes it too far; taking his words completely at face value, no questions asked. If Sunoo said to jump off a cliff he wouldn't dare ask how high, hed just do it and ask if it was high enough. And, you know, it works for them. Keeps things smooth, no arguments, just Sunghoon falling in line like it's the most natural thing.
Sunoo doesn't have any particular aversion to it. Hell, he thrives on it - the pampering of having every suggestion met with instant compliance, like he's the director and Sunghoon's the eager lead actor. But lately, Sunoo's been catching himself getting too into it, whenever Sunghoon just... listens without thinking, without realizing he's handing over the reins. Part of him questions if he's pushing too hard, if this dynamic's tipping into something unbalanced, maybe even manipulative. But the other part? It loves the way Sunghoon yields so effortlessly. It feel so good to have Sunghoon orbiting him like that, ready to adjust his whole world on a dime.
The rain pattered relentlessly against the windowpane, serving as background noise. Sunghoon lay on his back with Sunoo draped over him like a particularly heavy, comfortable blanket, his weight resting heavily on Sunghoon's stomach.His face was buried in the crook of Sunghoon's neck, a hand resting possessively on Sunghoon's chest, his breathing soft and even against Sunghoon's skin.
He tried to focus on Sunoo's voice, but the static in his head was too loud. He was thinking about the warmth of Sunoo's body, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and how if he moved a muscle, the delicate balance would be shattered.
"What are you thinking about?" Sunoo asked. "You’re spacing out."
Sunghoon took a sharp breath, sucking air through his teeth and surveyed the room around him.
"Nothing," Sunghoon said flatly.
Sunoo shifted, looking up, eyes slightly narrowed, searching Sunghoon's face.
"You shouldn't have gotten up," Sunghoon said quickly. "You were comfortable."
Sunoo's eyes narrowed further. "I don't care. I want to know."
He didn't want to tell Sunoo, he didn't want to burden him, but the silence was heavy.
"What are you thinking about?" Sunoo pressed.
Sunghoon hesitated, his eyes darting to the door, then back to Sunoo. Sunghoon opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He looked at the door again. He looked at Sunoo.
"Can I use the toilet?" Sunghoon asked, his voice small.
Sunoo’s expression didn't change, but his body stiffened slightly. "Are you deflecting?"
"That’s really what was on my mind."
Sunoo laughed, "Why?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "You don't have to ask for my permission."
Sunghoon hurriedly explained. "You looked comfortable, I didn't want to disturb you..."
Sunoo laughed again and looked down at Sunghoon, his eyes softening, the suspicion fading, replaced by a fondness that was almost overwhelming. He smiled, a smile that reached his eyes, a cheesy, bright smile that made Sunghoon’s heart stutter. "You don't have to sacrifice your comfort for me, go" Sunoo said.
He leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss on Sunghoon’s cheek and pushed him off the bed.
It was date night, and for once, Sunghoon and Sunoo had decided to step out of their routine of lounging at home with a takeaway. Tonight, they felt like indulging in something fancy - a michelin dining experience, with white-gloved servers and a wine list longer than their usual grocery receipt. Sunghoon shifted in his seat, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. His stomach growled faintly, a reminder of the empty day he'd powered through, and he checked his watch for the third time in 1 minute. The waitress had vanished with their order twenty minutes ago, leaving them in a purgatory of half-finished glasses and the clinking of silverware that mocked him.
"Could they take any longer?" Sunghoon whispered, leaning in, his voice tight with suppressed frustration.
"It's been like 10 minutes, this isn't fast food where they chuck the food in the microwave and give it to you within 3 minutes."
"I didn't eat all day for this Sunoo.. " His words carried a dramatic edge, but there was no real anger.
"You know," Sunoo murmured, "nobody asked you to starve yourself."
They fell into silence after that, Sunghoon mind too occupied to think of a way to retaliate. But as the minutes trailed on he found himself growing more impatient.
"Still," Sunghoon broke the silence, tapping his fingers on the table, "It’s taking long. I can feel my blood sugar dropping."
"I hope your plate takes even longer then."
Sunghoon laughed, a sharp bark of amusement.
Their bickering continued but eventually, the energy ebbed, and they lapsed into silence again, Sunghoon's fingers now idly tracing patterns on the tablecloth while Sunoo savored another sip of water.
Then, Sunghoon’s voice cut through it, small and urgent. "Sunoo..."
Sunoo sighed, a sound of long-suffering affection. "What now?"
"Do I wait for the food, eat and then go to the toilet or; go to the toilet first so the food tastes better?"
Sunoo raised a single eyebrow, a look of profound skepticism washing over his face. "That’s a stupid question, go to the toilet?"
"Yes but I hate public toilets and it will make me lose my appetite"
Sunoo's patience frayed just a bit, his eyes rolling skyward. "Okay then don't go? I don't know what you want me to do about that, piss yourself for all I care."
Sunghoon deflated a little, nodding quickly. "Okay, I'll wait." He settled back, though his posture remained tense, the decision hanging over him like an unresolved itch.
Another stretch of silence followed, thicker this time, as Sunghoon's internal clock ticked louder in his mind. The tapping resumed, more insistent now, his knee bouncing under the table.
"It's still taking so long," Sunghoon whined after a beat, his voice pitching higher with frustration
Sunoo snapped back, his tone laced with fond irritation. "Oh my god, you're like a child."
Just then, the waitress appeared, setting the plate down in front of Sunoo with a polite smile. "I'll wait for yours before eating"
He glanced at Sunghoon, whose fidgeting had intensified, his body twisting slightly in the chair.
Sunghoon's impatience only grew, his thighs pressing together under the tablecloth as he grasped at them, knuckles whitening. He stared at the floor, avoiding Sunoo's gaze.
"If you're that hungry you can have some of mine."
Sunghoon shook his head vigorously, eyes fixed downward, his breathing shallow.
Frowning now, Sunoo leaned down a bit, craning to meet Sunghoon's level "Are yiu feeling sick? What's with the face?"
Another shake of the head, quicker this time, Sunghoon's grip tightening on his thighs.
"Are you upset? Did I say something wrong?" Sunoo pressed gently.
Sunghoon shook his head once more, lips pressed thin, the words stuck in his throat amid the embarrassment.
Sunoo straightened slightly, his expression firming "Use your words, Sunghoon. I'm not a mind reader."
Sunghoon finally looked up, his cheeks burning red, voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need the toilet. Badly."
Sunoo blinked, caught off guard. "So why didn't you go?"
Sunghoon's eyes darted away, shoulders hunching. "Because you told me not to..."
Sunoo's exasperation melted into a soft laugh, "I was only joking you idiot. My opinion doesn't matter anyway, you can go"
Sunghoon lifted his gaze slowly, searching Sunoo's face. "You're sure?"
Sunoo nodded, his smile warm and unwavering. "Of course."
Theyre at the party for an old friend; they have shallow small talk, play catch up and reacquaint with people that they'd much rather not talk to again but all of that doesnt matter because Sunghoon drinks too much knowing he didn't have anything to eat before and now hes stuck at the latter end of a bathroom line that seems to be going nowhere. Who even throws a large house party with one bathroom? He'd have better luck hopping on a flight to France, detouring through Germany, and still not making it to the front before his bladder explodes. Finally, he admits defeat, grabs Sunoo's arm, and drags him out of there, muttering something about needing to get home now.
Stepping out of the Uber, Sunoo hops out first, and Sunghoon trails behind, shifting arounf anxiously, every second feeling like an eternity. He watches Sunoo punch in the keycode to their apartment door - agonizingly slow, each beep dragging out like it's mocking him.
Honestly, Sunoo's been mulling it over all night - the dinner earlier that week. Sunghoon squirming in his seat, fidgeting like he couldn't sit still, all because Sunoo had told him no, hold it, don't go yet. And Sunghoon... he listened. He suffered through it, bladder probably screaming, but he chose to obey, subtle as it was, like he was testing the waters. They weren't particularly vanilla but Sunghoon's always been the one in charge, insistent on dominating, getting all antsy and defensive whenever someone in public even jokes about that maybe not being true. Once he damn near killed their friend, Jay, for joking that Sunghoon probably lets Sunoo top him with how he lets him walk him like dog.
They burst through the door and race to the en-suite bathroom - Sunoo still leading, almost on purpose, a playful edge to his steps.
"Can I have a shower before you use the toilet?" Sunoo asks, turning with a menacing little smirk, leaning against the doorframe like he owns the damn room (he does - they live together - but Sunghoon, in this moment is reconsidering that.)
"Well, I mean, those are two different facilities," Sunghoon replies, voice tight with frustration.
"Yeah, but I want the bathroom to myself," Sunoo emphasizes, drawing out the words, enjoying the way Sunghoon's eyes widen just a fraction.
"Why are you being difficult?" Sunghoon sighs, but there's no real bite to it - more like a plea wrapped in exasperation, his hands clenching at his sides.
"Well, you could go... I probably wouldn't notice," Sunoo trails off, rocking back and forth on his heels, tapping a finger to his chin like he's genuinely pondering it, his eyes still sparkling with teasing intent.
"But I shouldn't...?" Sunghoon half-asks, half-states, picking up on Sunoo's vibe and mimicking the playful lilt, even as his body betrays him with a slight wince. He knows the answer, feels the pull to listen, to wait it out because Sunoo said so.
"Well, you should decide that on your own terms," Sunoo shrugs, casual as ever, before slipping inside and closing the door with a soft click.
It's an excruciating wait - 15 minutes? 20? 30? Time blurs into agony as he paces the bedroom, the pressure coiling tighter in his bladder, a hot, insistent ache that has him gritting his teeth, hands pressing against his crotch every few steps. He wants to burst in, demand his turn, but he doesn't - because Sunoo told him to wait.
Finally, Sunoo steps out, fresh clothes on, towel draped over his neck. He glances around the room at eye level, expectant, then looks down - and there Sunghoon is, scrunched up on the floor, knees to his chest, head bowed like he's folding in on himself.
"Sunghoon..." Sunoo says softly.
Sunghoon only responds with a pathetic whimper, turning in on himself further, one hand gripping his crotch tightly as another wave of pressure hits.
"I waited," Sunghoon manages, voice strained and small, eyes squeezed shut.
"I see that..." Sunoo murmurs suprised.
"Sunoo-" Sunghoon starts, the plea cutting off into a whine.
"I didn't think you'd take it so seriously. I was only teasing you," Sunoo chimes in quickly, reaching out but stopping short, his mind whirling. It confuses him and kinda weirds him out but it also makes him kinda horny
"Can I-?" Sunghoon whines, rocking slightly, the pressure making his words break.
"W-what? Of course!" Sunoo hurries.
Sunoo's left alone in the bedroom then, sinking onto the bed as the door clicks shut. Why does Sunghoon keep letting him do this - letting him give and take, decide the when, where, and why, with no pushback? No complaints, just this quiet compliance.
Sunghoon pushed open the bathroom door with a hesitant creak. Sunghoon's cheeks burned with a flush that hadn't faded, his eyes downcast, avoiding the inevitable. He could feel Sunoo's gaze already fixed on him - intense, unyielding, pinning him in place before he even had a chance to move.
"Sunghoon," Sunoo said, his voice cutting through the quiet like a gentle command, low and resonant, pulling Sunghoon's attention up despite himself.
"Yes?"
Sunoo didn't break eye contact, his expression calm but probing. "Look, these past few days... I thought it was just you being nice, or maybe a bit dense, but this time you had a choice." His tone was direct, no sugarcoating.
Sunghoon's breath hitched, his mind scrambling for escape as embarrassment flooded him, hot and unrelenting. He stammered, words tripping over each other in a flustered rush. "I... I mean, yeah, I just... wanted to listen to you. Like, follow what you said. That's it." The admission slipped out before he could stop it, leaving him exposed, vulnerable under Sunoo's unwavering gaze.
"You wanted to listen to me?" Sunoo echoed, his tone turning it into a question, soft but insistent, like he was drawing it out of Sunghkkn piece by piece.
He backpedaled frantically, voice cracking as he waved a hand dismissively. "I- Uh, well no.. I don't even know what I'm talking about." His cheeks flamed brighter, a deep crimson that spread to his ears.
But Sunoo didn't let it drop, his voice turning assertive. "No i think you do." There was no anger, just that steady confidence that always unraveled Sunghoon.
Sunghoon let out a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders sagging as the fight drained out of him. "I liked it. When you told me what to do earlier, like... not to go, even though I needed to." He paused, the words sticking in his throat, embarrassment surging back as he ducked his head. "Why are you making me say this?" His hands twisted together in front of him.
Sunoo's gaze softened, but his resolve didn't waver. "Because I need to hear it from you."
Sunghoon swallowed thickly, his voice dropping even lower as he continued, haltingly. "I...I guess I liked it when you didn't let me y'know , even after I begged. You just... decided for me, and I had to hold on because of you." He said, his breath shallow as he waited for judgment that didn't come.
Sunoo's face remained devoid of emotion - his features neutral, lips pressing into a thin line before he uttered a simple, "Oh," the syllable flat and emotionless, giving nothing away - no shock, no disgust, just quiet absorption that left Sunghoon dangling in uncertainty.
Panic flared in Sunghoon's chest, and he rushed to retract, words spilling out in a desperate bid to erase the moment. "I don't know it's gross. I'm sorry"
Sunoo cut him off, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping into something more suggestive, probing deeper. "Did you like it when I made you hold it in, feeling that pressure build inside you? All that tension with no release because you wanted to be good for me?"
Sunghoon froze, the directness hitting him leaving him dejected and small, his reply a mumbled, 'Sorry..."
Sunop's touch turned reassuring in an instant, his fingers wrapping gently around both of Sunghoon's wrists, guiding him with gentle but firm hands. "It's okay. There's nothing to apologize for." He sat back on the bed, parting his legs invitingly, pulling Sunghoon to stand between them, the proximity intimate, Sunoo's warmth radiating against Sunghoon's legs.
Sunoo began with deliberate slowness, his breath warm against Sunghoon's neck as he leaned in, lips parting to nip lightly at the tender skin just below the ear. The graze of teeth was gentle, making Sunghoon breath catch in a sharp inhale.
Sunoo's hands wandered, palms flat and warm as they traced the contours of Sunghoon's stomach over his shirt, fingers splaying wide to feel the subtle rise and fall of his breathing. The touch was exploratory, pressing just enough to map the taut muscles beneath, each circle and dip sending ripples of awareness through Sunghpon's core, making him hyper-aware of every inch of skin. His pulse thrummed faster, as Sunoo's fingers ventured lower, hooking into the waistband of Sunghoon's pants.
Slowly, teasingly, Sunoo's hand slipped inside, fabric whispering against fabric as he wrapped his soft palm around Sunghoon's half-hard cock, drawing it out into the open air. The coolness of the room kissed the sensitive length, making it twitch in Sunoo's loose grip, and Sunghoon's world narrowed to that point of contact - the warmth of Sunoo's skin contrasting the exposure, a feather-light hold that was barely there. Sunoo began to stroke, impossibly slow, his thumb gliding along the underside in languid sweeps, circling the head with the barest pressure, spreading the precum that gathered there. The sensation was overwhelming in its gentleness - warm, teasing friction that made Sunghoon's cock throb and harden fully under the attention.
Sunghoon's breathing grew heavy, ragged, like whimpers were clawing at his throat, fighting to escape, but he bit his lip, holding them back, his chest rising and falling quickly.
"Look at me," Sunoo murmured, against Sunghoon's ear, nipping once more at his neck before pulling back slightly. Sunghoon's eyes lifted reluctantly, locking onto Sunoo's.
"Why are you hiding those sounds from me?" Sunoo asked, his hand still moving in that torturously light rhythm, thumb brushing the underside just once, drawing a suppressed shiver from Sunghoon.
"I'm not" he lied softly, the words breathless, his hips shifting minutely into the touch despite himself.
Sunoo's grip tightened slightly then, pace quickening to a measured pull - firmer now, fingers curling around the shaft to squeeze on the downstroke, the added friction sending a jolt straight to Sunghoon's core. "You are. I can feel it in how tense you are. Let go - let me hear you."
"Sorry," Sunghoon whispered, the apology slipping out on a breath, his body betraying him and his hips bucking faintly into the touch.
Sunoo's lips curved into a smirk, his hand slowing again. "Don't like it? Should I stop?" He pulled away entirely, his fingers hovering just out of reach, the sudden absence leaving Sunghoon's cock aching, twitching in the air.
The loss hit Sunghoon, desperation surging as his body chased the vanished warmth, hips bucking forward into nothing. "No- please, Sunoo, don't stop. Please nake me come, I'll... I'll be as loud as you want, just don’t stop."
Sunoo resumed, his pace quicker now, hand wrapping fully around Sunghoon's cock, stroking with steady, building rhythm - strokes longer now, hand twisting slightly at the head to heighten the glide, the slickness from precum easing the way. Sunghoon lost himself almost immediately, moans spilling free in a cascade - body surrendering to the rhythm that milked every sound from him.
"Good boy, just like that," Sunoo praised, the words vibrating against Sunghoon's skin as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his neck, tongue flicking out to taste the salt there. Sunghoon mewled in response, high and needy, completely gone, his mind hazy with sensation. "So perfect, letting me hear you like this"
The praise pulled Sunghoom from his trance just enough - self-consciousness creeping in. He looked away from Sunoo's intense gaze, the back of his hand pressing over his mouth to muffle the sounds, cheeks flaming as he tried to subdue the embarrassing noises.
Sunoo noticed the shift instantly, his hand never faltering but his voice firming. "Eyes on me, Sunghoon."
Sunghoon shook his head, hand staying clamped as another moan threatened to break free.
A low chuckle rumbled from Sunoo's chest "Are you getting embarrased?"
"No." Sunghoonwhined through his fingers, the tone petulant and high, laced with the strain of holding back even as his body betrayed him, hips grinding into Sunoos grip.
Sunoo's smile deepened, affectionate, as he teased with a gentle squeeze at the base. 'Liar. Your face is so red."
"I'm not." Sunghoon insisted, voice muffled and stubborn, but the protest weakened, dissolving as Sunoo leaned in to kiss his shoulder again, lips lingering on the blade before moving to the curve of his neck, then up to the sharp line of his jaw. The kisses were soft, insistent, each one drawing a gasp from Sunghoon. Sunghoon's noises grew louder despite himself, forgetting his protest, moans spilling freely now - raw, unrestrained - as the intensity built, his cock leaking pre-cum over Sunoo's fingers.
"Fuck, never heard you sound so desperate," Sunoo praised. "You're doing amazing for me, taking it so well."
Sunghoon moaned louder at the words, the praise igniting something deep, his body coiling tighter. "I'm close,'" he gasped, the warning breathless, edged with desperation.
Sunoo slowed just a touch, "Why are you telling me that? What do you want?'
Sunghoon's eyes flew open, brows furrowing in frustrated need as he met Sunoo's gaze. "Can I?"
"Use your manners," Sunoo teased, his grip loosening just enough to torment.
"Can I come, please?" Sunghoon rephrased, the 'please' a whimper, but Sunoo just laughed softly, releasing his erection entirely.
"Sunoo..." Sunghoon whimpered at the sudden loss, the ache throbbing unbearably.
"It'll be even better if you hold on a bit longer," Sunoo soothed, drawing Sunghoon into his arms, hands rubbing slow, comforting paths down his back.
"Sunoo," Sunghoon whimpered in protest, the sound broken, drawing out his name like a plea.
Sunoo chuckled, the sound light, but Sunghoon's pout deepened. "Not funny."
"I'm not laughing at you" he comforted, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss, tongues tangling slow and sweet, swallowing the whimpers until Sunghoon's breathing steadied, the peak receding just enough.
Then, without warning, Sunoo's hand returned, wrapping firmly around Sunghoon's slick cock and stroking with renewed purpose - faster now ,the glide smooth and insistent, twisting at the crown to wring out gasps. Sunghoon broke the kiss with a whine, pulling back as their eyes locked, a glistening thread of spit bridging their swollen lips, his face a picture of ruin: cheeks flushed deep pink, mouth parted and glistening, eyes hazy.
Sunoo went faster now, his fist pumping steadily, the slick sounds filling the room as Sunghoon closed his eyes, pleasure overwhelming him, moans growing louder, unrestrained. The sudden resumption overwhelmed him. Sunghoon's eyes fluttered shut, pleasure crashing in waves. His body moved on instinct, hips thrusting shallowly into Sunoo's fist, control evaporating as thde sensation consumed him.
"So sensitive," Sunoo observed, voice rough with arousal, his hand pumping steadily, fingers slick with precum as they slid over every inch. "Look at how ruined you are from just my hands."
Sunoo's pace quickened further, relentless now. Desperate, he buried his face in the crook of Sunoo's neck, nose pressing into the warm, damp skin that smelled of clean soap and skin that intoxicated him. The scent enveloped him, pulling him deeper into surrender as he inhaled with shaky moans that were muffled against Sunoo's collarbone.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Sunoo murmured. 'You want to come for me? Let it all out?'
"Yes- yes, please," Sunghoon sobbed, the word muffled but fervent, body coiling tight.
Sunoo mimicked the desperate tone that Sunghoon was too far gone to catch "Yeah?'
Sunoo's pace picked up again, staring intently at Sunghoon's face, brows furrowed as he watched every reaction - the way Sunghoon's lips parted wider, cries growing louder, more frantic. Sunoo amplified the intensity with his own over-the-top groans, mimicking those sleazy adult film stars: throaty, drawn-out 'oh fuck's and husky 'that's it' rumbles that bordered on playful ridicule, the sounds humming directly into Sunghoon's throbbing cock and coaxing out even more unhinged bucks of his hips, sharper pleas spilling from his mouth before he pulled off
He hated to admit it, but a whine escaped anyway, high and needy, pure need overriding any remnants of pride.
Sunoo stopped his movements, shifting to kneel in front of him, his hands firm on Sjnghoon's shoulders as he pushed him back gently but insistently until Sunghoon's back hit the headboard, propped up against the pillows. "Hands behind your back," Sunoo ordered, eyes dark with intent.
Sunghoon's hands trembled behind his back, fingers twitching against the sheets as he fought the urge to reach out, to touch Sunoo's skin that was so close, radiating heat just inches away. Sunoo's eyes held his, dark and commanding, a small smile playing on his lips as he shifted forward on Sunghoon's lap, straddling him fully now, their bare thighs pressing together. The weight of Sunoo's body pinned Sunghoon in place against the headboard, his cock still throbbing from the earlier denial, leaking against his stomach. Sunoo's own erection brushed against Sunhhoon's, a teasing slide that made hid breath catch, but he clenched his fists tighter, obeying the order even as desperation clawed at him.
Sunoo reached down between them, his fingers slick with lube he'd grabbed from the nightstand, and without breaking eye contact, he circled his own entrance slowly and deliberately. He pushed one finger in, inch by inch, his lips parting in a drawn-out moan that was loud and performative, his head tilting back to expose the line of his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as he sank deeper. The motion was exaggerated, hips rolling in a lazy circle that ground their cocks together again, the friction hot and slick, sending sparks up Sunghoon's spine. Sunoo added a second finger, scissoring himself with a gasp that filled the room, his free hand bracing on Sunghoon's shoulder for leverage, nails digging in just enough to sting.
Sunghoon's chest heaved, his eyes glued to the sight pf Sunoo's hole stretching around his fingers, the muscles clenching visibly, pink and glistening. The itch to help burned in Sunghoon's palms, his arms straining against the invisible restraint. "Sunoo, please," he whispered, voice cracking with need. "Let me... can I help? I want to do it for you."
Sunoo shook his head, that controlled smile unwavering, even as his breaths came quicker. "No," he murmured, voice husky but steady, riding his fingers now with slow, deep thrusts - up and down, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. His moans grew louder, chest arching as he curled his fingers inside himself, hitting that spot that made his thighs quiver. Sunghoon could see the real pleasure building. Sunoo's brows furrowing slightly, his composure cracking at the edges as his pace faltered, a genuine whimper slipping through the performance.
Their cocks rubbed together with every roll, Sunpp's harder length sliding against Sunghoon's sensitive one, pre-cum mixing in a messy glide that had Sunghoon gritting his teeth. The sensation was torture, pleasure coiling tight in his gut, but the denial of touch made it worse - Sunghoon wanted to grip Sunoo's hips, to replace those fingers with his own, to feel the heat clench around him. "Sunoo," he called out, the name a desperate groan. "I can't take it anymore."
"I know," Sunoo breathed, his voice hitching as he pumped his fingers faster, moans drawn out, hips grinding down hard enough to make their erections drag fully. "but it feels so good. I can't stop." His eyes fluttered half-closed, control slipping as his body responded, ass clenching around his knuckles, but he held the reins, teasing Sunghoon with the denial.
Sunghoon's restraint snapped in words, vulgar and bold from the ache. "Your fingers are nothing - my cock would feel so much better buried in you, stretching you wide until you're begging."
Sunoo paused, fingers stilling inside him, his eyes widening in taken-aback surprise, a flush creeping up his neck. The act faltered, replaced by a real spark of arousal at Sunghoon's boldness. He withdrew his fingers slowly and reached for Sunghoon's cock instead, wrapping his hand around the base, positioning himself abovwith a firm squeeze that made Sunghoon buck.
The descent was agonizingly slow, Sunoo lowering inch by torturous inch, his hole kissing the head first - hot, tight, fluttering as it yielded. Sunghoon felt every bit: the initial resistance giving way to velvet warmth enveloping the tip, then sliding down the shaft, muscles squeezing around him like a vice. His body succumbed immediately, control shattering as Sunoo took more - halfway now, the pressure overwhelming. Sunoo's weight pressing down, inner walls hugging every ridge and vein, pulled a choked moan from Sunghoon's throat. Sunoo's composure cracking further as he bottomed out, ass flush against Sunghoon's thighs, both of them gasping at the fullness.
Sunoo rolled his hips once, the drag pulling Sunghoon's cock almost out before sinking back, grinding deep. On the second roll, slower, the friction hit just right, coiling everything tight. Sunghoon lost it completely. He came with no warning, his face burying into Sunoo's shoulder to hide the pathetic whimpers. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he chanted, the words muffled against sweat-damp skin, his grip flying to Sunoo's waist, nails biting crescents as tremors wracked him in helpless release.
Sunoo stiffened atop him, surprise flashing across his face - he'd never seen Sunghoon unravel like this, so quick, so utterly gone. The sudden flood of cum filled him, warm and thick, and he felt every tremor, Sunghoon's cock twitching deep as he emptied himself. "Sunghoon," Sunoo said softly, hands moving to shake his shoulders gently, urging him up. "Look at me. It's okay."
Sunghoon shook his head frantically, still hiding, apologies tumbling out in broken fragments. "I didn't expect to- I've never- that's so embrarrasing, I'm sorry."
Sunoo hugged him tight, arms wrapping around Sunghoon's back, pulling him closer as he kissed along his neck with soft, reassuring presses that trailed to his collarbone. "It's alright," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of Sunghoon's ear. "Seriously it's fine you don't need to apologise" But Sunghoon's heart raced on, guilt twisting with the aftershocks, his body limp but mind whirling.
Sunoo grabbed his shoulders firmly, pulling back enough to make Sunghokn meet his eyes. "Stop feeling bad," he said, voice soft "you're perfect like this."
"But I never got to make you feel good. You didn't... Turn around." The order came out breathy but insistent, his hands already pushing at Sunoo's hips.
Sunoo complied, turning slowly, kneeling on the bed on all fours, ass presented expectantly - cheeks parted slightly, hole still slick and leaking Sunghoon's cum. Sunghook's hands grabbed his asscheeks immediately, spreading them wide with trembling fingers, thumbs digging into the soft flesh to expose everything - he sight making his spent cock twitch faintly.
Sunghoon dove in without hesitation, as he licked a slow stripe up from Sunoo's balls, tasting the mix of lube and his own release. Sunoo jolted, a surprised moan escaping. "You don't have to-ah-do that."
Sunghoon paused only long enough to mutter against the skin, "Be quiet," before resuming, lips sealing around the rim, sucking gently to draw out more cum. His tongue probed deeper, circling the stretched hole, dipping inside to lap at the warmth. Sunoo's body was perfect up close - pale, milky smooth skin flushed pink, the curve of his ass flexing under Sunghoon's grip, hole fluttering against the intrusion. Sunghoon traced one hand down Sunoo's spine, fingers light at first, feeling him shift as Sunoo arched instinctively. The touch made Sunoo shiver, a low groan rumbling from his chest, pleasure blooming under the gentle pressure, back bowing deeper into the caress.
Sunghoom pushed firmer at the small of Sunoo's back, guiding him into a deeper arch, hips tilting up for better access. He moved higher on his knees for leverage, free hand wrapping around Sunoo's cock and stroked in tandem with his mouth: slow pulls from base to tip, thumb swiping the slit, while his tongue thrust in and out, fucking the cum-slick entrance with wet, obscene sounds. Sunoo devolved quickly - controlled moans turning to squirms, hips bucking back into Sunghoon's face, body shaking as the dual assault overwhelmed. His thighs trembled, ass clenching around Sunghoon's tongue, breaths coming in ragged pants.
Sunoo came with a shattered cry, spilling hot over Sunghoon's stroking hand, ropes of cum coating his fingers as his hole spasmed. Sunghoon didn't stop until Sunoo collapsed forward slightly - spent and quivering.
Sunoo turned onto his back, chest heaving, eyes locking onto Sunghoon as he brought his hand to his mouth, licking the release clean - tongue swirling over each digit, savoring the taste with deliberate slowness, gaze never leaving Sunoo's.
Sunoo giggled breathlessly. "You're gross-"
Sunghoon cut him off, leaning in to capture his lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling with the shared flavor, hand cupping Sunoo's face tenderly.
Pulling back, Sunghoon grinned playfully, "I guess we should both have a shower now. Unless you still want the bathroom to yourself."
Sunoo bit back, feigning annoyance with a narrowed gaze, but the lovesickness bled through"You're sick in the head."
Sunghoon beamed, voice pitching higher in mock innocence. "You don't mean that."
"Yes I do," Sunoo said, chuckling as he pulled Sunghoon in for another quick kiss.