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"push back on me, baby," yewang says behind mu as he bullies his way into mu's aching hole.
"mhm, yewang-ah, you make me feel so—" mu's interrupted by a loud smack from behind—yewang's hand coming into contact with his ass.
"fuck, tell me something i don't already know," he says all smugly.
the two have been going at it like this for a while now. there's always been something between them since c9 rookies—that was until mu started dating wish.
well... not that that stopped them.
he always tells himself it will be the last time and he won't do it again. but here he is, in his and yewang's shared room, being fucked like a sex toy.
"hey, hyung, did you hear me? don't pass out on me now."
mu hadn't realized he was talking, so he shook his head 'no' in response. yewang grins, "already fucked you dumb, didn't i? i said smile for the camera for me."
mu didn't even notice that he was recording—he usually says something before he starts. mu never really liked the camera, though, considering wish is in the same group as them and he's scared of the older stumbling across one.
"no, yewang-ssi, don't record this time—" mu starts, but is abruptly cut off by his hair being tugged.
yewang leans down to mu's ear, still plowing into the older, "don't act like you don’t like being recorded, hyung. i know you think it's hot that i use these videos to get myself off when i can't have you. don't act like you're not just as much of a pervert as i am."
mu tightens around him, and that only eggs yewang on. "see? you love this shit. does dawit hyung get to see you being this much of a whore?"
mu moans and his eyes start to water from all the stimulation he's getting—from the degrading words to yewang's cock hitting him in all the right places—and he doesn't think he can last much longer.
"you're so cute, hyung. 'm fucking you so good you can barely speak," yewang smirks. he focused for a moment before breathing out, "you know what i should do?"
mu's too lost in the moment to coherently question yewang, and his attempts end up in jumbled attempts at words. yewang brings the camera closer to his face and says, "i should show this to dawit."
the look on mu's face is priceless to yewang—eyes shot open in panic, mouth still agape from moaning, pink in the face with stray tears. "p-please! don't yewangie, that's not—"
yewang straightens his back and lands another smack on mu's ass, harder than before. "what was that? i can't hear you."
mu's rendered humiliated and his face shows it, and yewang's belittling is getting to him. "please, don't send it, yewang-ah. i'll do anything, just— please."
"anything?" yewang says, grinning. mu almost regrets suggesting that, but anything to keep wish from finding out.
"yes, anything you want," mu nods feverishly.
"then i want you to ride me."
mu's eyes widen at that—yewang knows mu struggles with being on top. "i don't think i can—"
"how about i facetime hyung?"
"okay! i'll do it," mu yells, and yewang's taken aback for just a moment before pulling out and leaning back, getting in position.
"look at the camera as you get on top, baby," yewang smirks. he's practically getting off on mu's embarrassment, but mu crawls over, grabs yewang's cock, and looks into the camera as he slowly slides down on it. when he's completely sat on yewang's lap, he lets out a breeze he didn't know he was holding before resting his hands on yewang's shoulders and slowly bouncing.
yewang, ever so impatient, spanks mu's ass again, and mu whimpers in response. "we don't have all day."
mu whines and starts moving at a faster pace, allowing moans and grunts to escape them both. mu throws his head back in pleasure, much to yewang's dismay.
yewang grabs mu by the throat with his free hand to bring mu's gaze back to him, "keep those pretty eyes on the camera, okay?"
mu forgot yewang was recording, and remembering only brought him closer to the edge, his pace picking up. yewang groans before tossing his phone to the side, wrapping his arms around mu's waist and thrusting up into mu's ass, simultaneously kissing and licking mu's neck. mu moans in ecstasy, a sound he's sure he's never made before.
"do i fuck you better than him?" yewang suddenly asks.
"yewang, i—"
yewang smacks his ass again. "me or him, hyung," he whispers huskily. "answer, hyung. who fucks you better?"
"you! you do, yewang-ah, fuck— i'm—"
yewang smirks before pulling mu in for a sloppy kiss, tongues tying together as they finish at the same time.
they catch their breaths as they come down from their highs. once they do, mu crawls off of his lap, and yewang reaches over for his phone to stop the video.
"holy shit, you were so good. i can't believe i got that on video... i'm so gonna jerk off to this later," yewang says, leaving mu to roll his eyes.
"you're sick, yewang-ah," mu says, scoffing at the younger.
he swears he'll end this arrangement soon.