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Anton had been reduced to a dumb, trembling mess, far too gone to muster even a syllable—everything being mushed down to pitiful and drawn out hums. His entire face was pushed against his mattress and Sohee could spot how red he was by the sight of his ear peeking out from his bangs. Sohee quite liked Anton like this, all worn out and pulled apart to the point he couldn’t do anything but take. Despite his muscles slowly easing into a state of tiredness Sohee’s hands kept working, pushing up into Anton’s sides again and again so hard it definitely left bruises, fingernails biting into his skin and leaving crescent-shaped patterns on the flesh. Soon he’d have more indents than moles.
Sohee decided to drive one of his fingers into Anton’s ribcage and Anton let out a strained noise that sounded much like a sob. Then Anton stilled, and his breath hitched before he released a shriveled sigh, his entire body suddenly relaxing even amidst Sohee’s onslaught. Sohee stopped for a moment, and when he inhaled through his nose the unmistakable smell of piss flooded his airways. Anton, realizing what he’d done after a few seconds of pure relief, looked back at Sohee in a state of unbridled panic, his entire face contorting into a pathetic display of embarrassment and humiliation.
“Hyung, m’sorry, m’sorry,” his voice cracked, old and new tears having made a mess of his complexion. He started sobbing for real this time, shaking like a dog on the verge of punishment. He could barely even get his words out, babbling almost incoherently as he angled his hips down directly against the covers to try and cover himself up as much as possible. “I—I didn’—d-didn’t mean, th-the, m’sorry, Sohee-hyung, ah, uhn—hah, s’too much, didn’ know—”
It’s not like Sohee didn’t know what tickling of this caliber could end in. He didn’t know Anton had a full bladder in that particular moment, sure, but he knew full well that violating Anton’s senses for that long could end in a bed soaked with piss. What Sohee was really focusing on was not that he peed, but that he popped a boner along the way as well, and Sohee didn’t know when exactly it started. Maybe the feeling of his heavy bladder turned him on so much his dick stiffened to full mast. Anton didn’t even seem all too aware of his boner, like the absolute torture his body was going through was enough to completely distract him from it. He seemed more concerned to hide the piss stains than to hide his erection.
“Turn around,” Sohee breathed out, and he hadn’t realized how much everything was affecting him until he heard the sound of his own voice, like he was fighting to keep his words together without it sounding chopped up and broken.
“No, no, don’ wanna,” Anton cried. Sohee suspected that he was beginning to recognize how his own body reacted to Sohee’s fingers. He placed his hand on Anton’s hip and only had to lightly start to lead him to get him to fully turn over himself. Anton was so messy. He kept hiccuping, hands moving to cover his flushed face as his lungs struggled to keep up with his harsh and quick breaths between sobs. “Don’ look at me. Don’ look at me…”
Sohee was a clean freak until extreme measures were necessary. He ushered himself between Anton’s legs, gripping on his thighs because he knew he’d squirm (his intuition getting proven correct when Anton yelped and planted both hands on the bed to sit himself up), and slotted their crotches together, wet sweatpants rubbing against dry ones. For a moment he thought of maybe just helping Anton out with a handjob, then he realized he was already at half-chub and he needed relief too. It wouldn’t hurt to use Anton a little. Anton knew he liked it anyway.
“Sohee,” Anton whined, completely devoiding his hyung of any honorific, “Sohee, m’dirty, you—ah—” and his hands slipped to let him fall straight on his back again when Sohee started ramping up the movement of his hips. Anton was so—fuck, he was so willing, he’d let Sohee do just about anything he wanted. Sohee could leave Anton right after this without a word and he’d still hear Anton jacking off through the walls about it. Seeing how much of a ragdoll Anton had become, Sohee dragged his hands from his thighs to his waist to dig and twist into his sides again. It barely looked like Anton was able to register the feeling of it anymore, the only way Sohee was able to tell was from a few jolts and twitches here and there. Anton’s dick was throbbing against Sohee’s. His pupils were pointed up in the direction of the ceiling, but he probably wasn’t coherent enough to recognize what a ceiling even was anymore.
“Puppy forgot his training,” Sohee croaked. He leaned over Anton far enough to where the top of his head hit the headboard, holding himself up that way while his hands moved back down to charge at Anton’s waist, and when he looked up at his face he noticed a thin trail of drool finding its way down his chin. Anton looked like his brain had melted into sludge. “You—ah—pissed everywhere. I could tell ev-everyone about this. About how weak you are. Letting go—you didn’t even ask for permission first, fuck.”
“M’cum,” Anton mumbled stupidly, unable to manage anything else. He felt guilty about wetting himself for a moment, but now he couldn’t think about anything anymore. It was possible Sohee’s words weren’t registering in his mind at all. He started getting louder with his whimpers and squeaks though, eyes rolling back until his lids fluttered shut, lips perpetually gaped into a wide ‘O.’ Like this, he really was an animal, reduced to nothing but his senses.
It was hard for Sohee to explain why he thought the strangest things about Anton were so endearing. If he were to tell anyone that he liked it when Anton looked helpless, he’d get plenty of weird looks. Anton was so red Sohee worried he was on the verge of a nosebleed. His hair was wet with sweat, face wet with tears and spit. Sohee felt like he was the only person left on the planet to take care of him, as though Anton gave himself up to Sohee for him to take complete responsibility. Anton liked getting torn apart like this because it meant he would also get put back together. That Sohee would put him back together. Sohee decided he was going to bless him by groping one of his tits through his shirt and clasping his other hand on his mouth, so that’s what he did. Anton accepted it graciously.
Anton looked comfortable without verbal communication being an option for him. He even looked a little soothed, really—despite how destroyed he appeared—his eyes going hazy as he made incoherent and muffled noises against Sohee’s sweaty palm. He’d usually get so noisy right before his orgasms, and so sensitive that his body would twist every which way like an exorcism, but right now he could barely move except for the faintest convulsions, somehow getting himself to focus enough to where he could gaze up into Sohee’s eyes during, albeit distantly. He parted his lips a little further before settling his top set of teeth between Sohee’s pointer finger and thumb, pressing lightly against the soft skin. Sohee gripped his cheeks a little tighter, pushing his hand deeper inside his mouth. He rubbed his other thumb against Anton’s nipple and started bucking his hips so hard it punched the air out of his lungs. On his hand he could feel the shakiest breaths leave through Anton’s nostrils.
It only took a few more thrusts to finally make Anton come, and Sohee expected Anton to freeze up as the overload of his senses rushed over him, but he wasn’t expecting Anton to bite hard and deep into the crook of his hand. If he’d gone further he would’ve broke skin. On any other occasion, Sohee would have pulled away, but combined with everything else it felt so good. Sohee pressed his hand more insistently against Anton’s mouth, hips jerking aimlessly as he yanked his hand from Anton’s chest to his dick to start palming it as fast as possible. Anton’s body was completely limp save for the tense hold his jaw had on Sohee’s hand, and Sohee was impressed that he still had even a smidge of control over his body after everything Sohee had done to him. When Sohee came Anton finally let up, falling apart on his bed like he entirely forgot how to move. Still breathless and shaking, Sohee lifted Anton’s shirt to take in all the bruises he left on his body, fingers trailing over them just to watch Anton twitch from it. He’d tell Anton he did so good and that he didn’t mean any of it, but right now Anton would want to hear the opposite, so instead of saying anything at all he kept it to himself.