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Sieun doesn’t look at him the whole ride home. 

The day had started so good too – with both of them waking up early enough to have real breakfast together. Suho had whipped up strawberry pancakes for both of them and had felt full just watching Sieun eat pancakes with a happy gleam in his beautiful round eyes. Sieun had come so far from the high schooler who only ate exactly what was necessary to survive. Afterwards, they had fallen into the quiet rhythm of watching tv while finishing off house chores. 

But after they’d arrived to Baku’s restaurant for the party celebrating Gotak’s latest promotion, Sieun had started acting strange. He’d been his normal self at the start of the party, nodding quick hellos to Gotak’s friends before beelining straight to the quietest part of the room near the kitchen. Juntae, presumably also hiding from the crowd, had greeted Sieun before passing him a soda. 

When Suho had confirmed that Sieun was situated with Juntae and that he was fine, he had gone the other direction to quickly grab a beer from Baku. Baku had greeted himself boomingly before passing along whatever lukewarm beer he had at hand. From there, Suho had turned back around, heading back towards his north star – Sieun. 

He remembered being stopped by one of Gotak’s friends that was a regular at the gym that Suho and Baku owned. He’d made some quick conversation with her about whatever-the-fuck before sitting the seat next to Sieun.

It had been there had Sieun had started acting strange. 

“Who was that?” Sieun had asked him with an odd tone in his voice.

“Ah, Eun-ri – Gotak’s friend. She comes to the gym regularly – I train her,” Suho replied back easily. 

Sieun had asked him what she wanted, questions growing odder and odder as his voice started taking on a more freezing tone. Juntae, having sensed the tension in the air, nodded his goodbyes to the both of them, instead joining Gotak in playing pool. 

Sieun’s stilted questions had gotten sparser as a frown began to appear on his beautiful face. Suho, as always, resisted the instinctive urge to gently kiss it away. Being around Sieun meant denying himself a lot of instinctive urges. 

Sieun had stayed extremely quiet the rest of the night - even by his own standards. He’d congratulated Gotak and chatted briefly with Baku but there was little enthusiasm in any of it. Suho remembered Baku shooting him a worried look over Sieun’s head. 

By the time 10PM rolled around, Sieun had grabbed his things, ready to leave. 

“Ah, Sieun-ah. Wait for Hyung. I’ll take you home,” Suho had said, dapping up Baku and Gotak and worriedly going to follow Sieun.

Sieun had stayed quiet the whole ride in the car, ignoring every attempt that Suho had made towards conversation. When they’d gotten back to the apartment, Sieun had quickly brushed his teeth and headed inside his room, not even taking the time to go through the multi-step skincare routine Suho insisted they do. 

Suho had hoped that everything would go back to normal when Sieun woke up the next day but the odd tension had remained. It’d been three days since then and Sieun was still acting tense around him.

The silence gnawed at Suho since he had no idea what the fuck could be causing it. Sieun was always transparent with him - in a stilted, taciturn way - but still. It was the one rule that they had implemented after Suho had woken up from the coma; that they would always tell each other anything important going on. There must have been something going on for Sieun to be basically avoiding him in person and barely responding to his texts.

It was this reason why Suho had decided to leave work early, shoving the closing shift onto Yeongi and bolting as soon as he could. Suho knew that tonight would be the best night to talk since Sieun didn’t have classes or lab the next day and would probably be up late studying. 

Sieun leaned into the kiss, resisting the urge to grimace outright. This had been the expected outcome when he invited Yoojin, his senior in med school, over to the apartment but he hadn’t thought the kisses would feel like this. Granted, he hadn’t put much thought into what kisses would feel like except for the fact that all of his would probably be with Suho.

It was…wet. He didn’t think it’d be so…wet. In fact, the wetness was the only notable thing about the whole experience for Sieun as he started to wonder how to get out of this uncomfortable situation as soon as he could. 

Yoojin, somehow unaware of how Sieun’s body had gone stiff with discomfort, used the hands that had been groping Sieun’s thighs to lift him onto his lap. Sieun, once again, resisted the urge to grimace. 

Yoojin pulled back and breathlessly said, “I didn’t think you were interested in me, Sieun-ssi.” 

Well... Sieun wasn’t really. But if Eun-ri and Suho were having private training sessions, then he could have private studying sessions with Yoojin.

Sieun felt bad as soon as the thought crossed his mind, noting the starry-eyed way Yoojin looked at him. It was fairly obvious to Sieun that Yoojin was very much into him from the way the older man followed Sieun like a duckling, offering to help Sieun with classes since “he’d passed them with flying colors”.

Yoojin started layering kisses all over Sieun’s face, spitting nonsensical words about how attractive Sieun was to him in between pecks, his voice reedy and high. Sieun thought he should probably find the breathlessness all very sexy but he clinically noted that it just sounds decidedly… asthmatic to him. Yoojin’s hands started to rove as he began petting Sieun’s body with warm, sweaty hands. It felt a lot like being overwhelmed by a slobbery, overly-excited dog.  

“You’re so hot,” Yoojin moaned directly into Sieun’s ears.

Sieun’s hand twitched with the urge to stab Yoojin with a pen to get him off.

He let Yoojin slobber on him for a few more moments before lightly pushing him away. Unfortunately, Yoojin seemed to take this as a sign that Sieun wanted to take things further because he started pawing at his own belt buckle. He struggled with removing the strap from the loop as Sieun was still a weight on his lap, keeping him from being as dexterous as he wanted to be. 

A frisson of anxiety travels down Sieun’s spine at the sight. He hadn’t thought it’d go this far this quick. As Sieun opened up his mouth to tell Yoojin that he wanted to stop for today, the front door opened with a soft click. 

Sieun turned panicked eyes towards the door as Suho came in, focused fully on his phone, and started taking off his shoes without looking up even once. 

“Ah, your roommate?” Yoojin asked Sieun, equally as frozen as him. 

He gave Sieun an embarrassed commiserating smile as if they were sharing a private, awkward moment, unknowing that Sieun was about to have a full-on panic attack. 

Suho paused at the door, looking up at the unknown voice and stiffening immediately. His face became blank in a way that Sieun had never seen before in the 10 years he’d known Suho. He kept his eyes on the duo as he toed out of his shoes and put on his house slippers. His eyes seemed particularly glued to where Sieun’s ass met Yoojin’s lap. 

Yoojin, probably thinking this was just a cringe-worthy moment, said, “ah, sorry man. Sieun-ah didn’t tell me that his roommate was going to be at home.”

Sieun resisted the urge to tell Yoojin that he hadn’t mentioned it because Suho wasn’t supposed to be here. He didn’t think he could speak even if he wanted to. Suho had always been extremely territorial when he saw others cozying up to Sieun, ready to intervene at any moment. This was the…coziest he’d ever seen Sieun with someone and his sharp, fox eyes stared intensely.

Sieun winced, unsure if there were about to be punches thrown or not. This was absolutely not supposed to happen – Suho was supposed to be working the closing shift at the gym tonight and Sieun hadn’t expected him to arrive back until 3 AM at the earliest. 

Sieun took a stabilizing breath, reminding himself that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. 

Suho kept quiet, saying nothing, merely gritting his jaw as he continued to stare. His hands kept rolling into balls before evening out as if he was barely holding himself back from punching someone. 

Sieun carefully extricated himself from Yoojin’s lap, straightening his hoodie as he stood. 

“Yoojin-ssi, I think you should go,” he said. 

Yoojin, probably experiencing one of the most uncomfortable moments of his life, wasted no time in buckling his belt back up and standing. He made sure to give a wide berth to Suho as he sped across the room towards the entrance where he grabbed his shoes, running out the door without even putting them on. 

Sieun kept his eyes on Suho, unsure of what to say. Was he supposed to offer an apology to Suho for bringing a hookup over? Should he meet all his hookups at their places like Suho presumably did? Or was Suho having his…encounters in the gym locker room Sieun thought bitterly. 

“...Who was that?” Suho asked in a husky voice, interrupting Sieun’s thoughts. 

Sieun wanted to tell him that it was none of his business but something about the dark timbre of Suho’s voice had him frozen to the spot. He felt like he was staring at a predator about to leap.

“...A classmate,” He finally bit out. 

Sieun looked away, staring at the TV that was still on whatever stupid show he’d invited Yoojin over to watch, unsure what to do with the tension in the room. He and Suho never had tension. Even when they sat in silence, which they often did, it felt comforting and familiar. Now everything felt…strained.

Suho kissed his teeth with a loud tsk before he asked, “...that’s all you have to say to me?” 

Sieun peeked at him, noting the way that Suho stares at him unblinking, jaw clenched. He swore that he could hear Suho grinding his teeth in his mouth even though the boy was still across the room from him.

“...What else is there to say?” Sieun finally responded.

Suho laughed mirthlessly, stepping closer and closer to Sieun. Sieun felt himself instinctively take a step back, feeling like a hunted animal. Suho followed him step for step, eyes dark with an emotion that Sieun couldn’t name.

Sieun almost cursed out loud as he felt his back hit the living room wall. 

“Yah Yeon Sieun, do you think I’m a joke?” Suho asked, voice like gravel as he crowded around Sieun. “Who the fuck was that?”

Sieun swallowed his suddenly dry mouth and responded, “I said that he was a classmate.”

Suho leaned in even closer, arms on either side of Sieun’s body. Their bodies were pressed against each other so closely, he could feel the heat of Suho’s body wrapping around him and surrounding him. 

Suho chuckled mirthless again; for longer this time.

“So you just make a habit of straddling your classmates’ laps? And judging by how swollen these are,” Suho said, pressing rough, calloused fingers against Sieun’s lips, “you let him kiss you, too.” Suho’s voice was gritty. “Is that what you do with everyone? Because you certainly never did any of that with me when we were classmates.”

Sieun resisted the urge to whimper, telling himself he’d done nothing wrong. 

“Tell me what the fuck you were thinking,” Suho hissed darkly, breath shaking with barely held emotion.

“...I don’t know what you want me to say,” Sieun finally responded. 

Suho said nothing, his unblinking stare boring into Sieun as he waited for more. He crowded Sieun impossibly closer against the wall, a rough finger hooking under Sieun’s chin to force him to look directly into his eyes. 

Sieun felt everything take on a hazy quality as he stared into Suho’s dark, unyielding eyes. It was a familiar irrational fog - the same one that had permeated his mind when he’d attacked Woo-young. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the sudden, sharp movement of his own mouth as he found himself yelling, words tearing out before he could even think to stop them.

“What do you want to hear, Suho? The obvious?” Sieun grit out, voice poisonous. “He was obviously here for one reason.”

Suho continued to stare unblinking at Sieun, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. He looked blatantly furious now in a way that Sieun hadn’t seen before, raising Sieun’s defences immediately. 

“You don’t get to be mad at me, Suho,” Sieun burst out.

Suho let out a joyless laugh and said, “Oh, I don’t?”

Sieun felt the last of his self-control snap away as he snarled out, “No, you don’t. You don’t get to be mad when you do the same exact thing all the time.”

Suho stopped for a second before he breathed out a controlled, “What.”

“You…you hook up with people – probably all the time. And you know – everyone knows how I feel about you, Suho. You know and you don’t care because you also know that I’ll be here waiting for you like an idiot,” Sieun yelled, voice breaking with hurt. “I made myself a fool waiting for you because I didn’t want to acknowledge that you didn’t really want me.”

“You think I’ve been doing this and what…keeping you as a side piece?” Suho yelled back, face frozen in anger and confusion.

“No. Because at least a side piece would be getting fucked,” Sieun spat back, hands coming up to shove uselessly at Suho’s broad chest. “You don’t want to be with me. I’m finally accepting that and moving on, and suddenly you don’t want me with other people either?” Bitter tears began to prickle at Sieun’s lower lashline, blurring his vision. “Am I just supposed to never have sex? I’m a sexual person too, and I’m going to invite whoever I want over and explore that. You need to get used to it, or one of us can move ou–”

Sieun’s words were roughly cut off as Suho’s lips crashed against his, Suho crowding into his space with a sudden, overwhelming heat. Suho’s blistering kiss brought tingles down Sieun’s spine as he started kissing back with a similar, pent up passion. 

Suho’s possessive hands lifted Sieun up like he weighed nothing, hands grabbing at the meat of his ass. As Suho’s tongue started to open up Sieun’s mouth, he admitted to himself that he might have misread the situation.

Sieun wasn't sure how they got to Suho’s bedroom - everything blurry after Suho started kissing him. 

But they were now both on top of the bed, with Suho pressing a muscular body down on him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Well actually -- it felt less like kissing and more like Suho was trying to eat him. Unlike the wet, tentative kiss with Yoojin, there was little softness in how Suho dominated his mouth, roughly invading his mouth with heated, possessive movements. Sieun loved it. 

Suho pulled back for a second, sitting on his haunches and Sieun chased after his lips with a whine. Suho ignored him altogether, focusing instead on taking off Sieun’s shirt and launching it somewhere behind him. He was back on Sieun before the fabric even touched the floor. 

Sieun whined into the heat of the kiss, chasing Suho’s mouth with a desperate urge to crawl impossibly closer. Back when Suho had first woken up, Sieun would spend hours just watching him exist - eating, laughing, living. He had burned with a visceral need to crawl inside Suho and live in his marrow. But having Suho like this, mouth rough and demanding against his own, didn’t abate the fire at all; instead, it made the flame roar under his skin.

Suho. Suho. Suho. Suho. Suho-ya. 

Suho seemed to burn with the same need, pawing at every part of Sieun that was available. Suho’s hands went from pinching at Sieun’s nipples to grabbing the meat of his ass and pulling him onto his lap; all while he continued kissing Sieun in that same scorching manner. 

Sieun knew that he would consider the kiss with Suho his first - his kiss with Yoojin a mere chaste peck in comparison. Suho kissed with possessive, scorching passion, tongue exploring Sieun’s mouth like he knew it belonged to him. 

Sieun pulled away first, pawing at Suho’s shirt as he tried to get Suho to take it off. Suho easily resisted Sieun’s frantic movements with a husky laugh, focusing instead on peeling Sieun out of his shorts and briefs. 

A shiver of arousal ran through Sieun’s body as he realized that Suho had kept all his clothes on, even down to his socks, while Sieun sat naked on top of him. Suho, having felt the movement, ran a comforting hand softly down Sieun’s stomach until it teasingly touched the tip of dick. Sieun shuddered again at the soft touch.

Suho seemed to misunderstand Sieun’s movements as ones of fear as he pressed a soft, comforting kiss to the side of Sieun’s head and pulled back. He said, “we don’t have to do anything, Sieun-ah.”

Sieun had been resisting the urge to tell Suho he was squirming because of how hot this all was. There had always been a casual dominance to the way Suho treated him but now with the power imbalance blatantly obvious, it all felt so heady. But if Suho was actually going to stop - and it seemed like he was judging by how he moved to grab the discarded clothes laying on the floor - Sieun was going to talk. Sieun roughly grabbed his face with his palms and pressed a soft kiss to those beautiful lips. “I want to,” he said against Suho’s mouth. 

He followed up that statement with desperate tugging at Suho’s sweats, trying to get to what he knew lay underneath. Suho laughed, removing Sieun’s hands before reaching down himself. He reached into his pants and grabbed his hard dick, pulling it out and over the waistband.

Sieun had seen a dick before - obviously, he had his own - and he’d even seen glimpses of Suho’s before. The older boy loved to lounge around naked in his room, uncaring about the possibility of Sieun happening to pass by. But seeing it like this felt completely different; the sheer girth, the thick veins and the bulbous tip leaking pre-cum all coming together to utterly entrance Sieun. It looked…mouthwatering. 

Sieun tentatively touched it, soft finger tracing the prominent outline of a vein; a visceral thrill running through him as he took in the sharp hiss of pleasure Suho let out in response. Suho bucked into the feeling, making Sieun confident enough to grasp it in his hand. The weight of it in his hand felt almost impossible; thick and heavy. He moved his hand in slow strokes up and down the length of the shaft, his mind reeling as he marveled at how different it felt to be doing this to Suho. As he continued his tentative movements, a thick, pearly drop of pre-cum beaded the head, and Sieun hesitantly caught the wetness with his thumb. 

He stared at it for a long moment before his thumb moved almost instinctively towards his lips, catching the bitter fluid with a deft movement of his tongue. Suho groaned, dark and low, eyes ravenously watching as Sieun continued to suck on his thumb for any remnants. Finally, he let the digit go with a pop and looked dazedly at Suho, whispering, “more.” 

Suho chuckled, wiping at the drool that had gathered in the corner of Sieun’s mouth and said, “yeah baby, you can have however much you want.”

Sieun blinked beautiful eyes at Suho before lowering his head with a deft movement and taking the entirety of Suho's bulbous tip into his mouth. Suho hissed at the unexpected movement, gritting out colorful curses under his breath. 

Sieun ignored him as he focused his sole attention - his sole existence - on Suho’s hard dick. He continued sucking at the head, barely fitting into his mouth, as he used his hands to stroke what couldn’t fit into his mouth. Before long, Suho pulled him back by his hair, directing Sieun’s eyes back up to his face. 

He lightly tapped the dickhead on Sieun’s full cheeks and mockingly said “Sieun-ah, if you’re to explore your sexual side, you need to get it sloppier than that.” 

“Open up,” Suho commanded before spitting into Sieun’s open mouth. Sieun whimpered as he swallowed, feeling the heat that had been quietly simmering in his loins reach almost a firepitch at the order. He struggled against Suho’s hand in his hair, trying desperately to get his lips back on the beautiful hard dick in front of him. 

Suho merely chuckled, slightly loosening the fist he had buried in Sieun’s hair. He began to lazily dribble spit onto his own dick, watching with intense eyes as Sieun frantically lapped at it as it fell. 

“Fuck. Who knew my baby was such a whore, huh? I always wanted it to be soft and sweet the first time we did this but you’re really gagging for it,” Suho laughed, tapping Sieun's cheek with the head of his dick.

Sieun could only nod frantically to show his agreement, making sure his jerky movements didn’t pull the delicious, thick cock out of his reach. Suho laughed once again before throwing both of his hands into Sieun’s hair and starting to roughly throatfuck him.

Sieun could only gag as Suho thrust his hard dick in and out leisurely, seemingly ignorant to how he gasped for breath under him. He knew this was only play and that Suho would stop if it seemed like Sieun was genuinely struggling even the littlest bit. But the way that Suho seemed to use him as nothing more than a toy, uncaring of his pleasure made Sieun’s eyes roll in the back of his head in sheer ecstasy.

Sieun didn’t know how long he lay there, body tense but mind blissfully empty as if he was on the precipice of an orgasm himself, letting Suho use his mouth as if it was only made to take dick. He knew that he could come like this; completely untouched. Before he could lean too deeply into that thought, Suho’s thrusts started becoming rougher and rougher as he seemed to get closer to his own climax. 

Despite that, Sieun was still entirely unprepared for when Suho did cum, choking and gagging as most of the fluid fell out of his open mouth onto the sheets beneath them.

“Such a beautiful boy,” Suho tsked, a dark amusement coloring his voice, “but if you’re going to be a sexual person, Sieun-ah, you need to be much better at swallowing.”

He used the hands he’d kept in Sieun’s hair to roughly pull his face next to the pool of cum and said, “lick it up.” 

Sieun groaned out loud in pleasure, feeling his whole body shake. There was something so filthy and hot about Suho forcing Sieun to lick cum off of the bedding he had to remind Suho to wash weekly. He felt his mouth open of its own accord as he started lapping up the cooling pool, drooling onto Suho’s bed more than anything. 

Sieun felt Suho shift but remained pinned, refusing to lift his head up from where Suho had forced it. He continued to suck at the sheets, trying to get every morsel that he could of Suho’s cum and old sweat into his mouth; pure ecstasy as it hit his tongue. He knew he should feel disgusted but he could not bring himself to care at all. 

Sieun had felt Suho start to move but he was still startled when Suho suddenly delivered a gentle bite on his ass. While he’d been preoccupied with drooling all over the sheets, Suho had gotten behind him, lifting Sieun’s bottom half onto his lap. He tried to raise his head but Suho pushed it back down and said, “I didn’t tell you to stop.” 

Sieun moaned lowly in his throat at the rough movement, taking in the feel of Suho’s sweatpants under his hard dick. He burned with the desire to rut into the fabric, wet Suho with his pre-cum – paint him with it. His thoughts were stopped by the teasing feel of Suho’s warm breath on Sieun’s ass as Suho deftly spread the cheeks apart, his fingers lightly touching the puckered heat of Sieun’s hole. He stopped for a second, as if enraptured by the sight, before starting to lick at Sieun’s most secret place.

Sieun shuddered with his full body, yelling out Suho’s name. He had never thought he would do something so lewd, always viewing it as an incredibly unhygienic act when it came up in one of the BLs Juntae always kept stashed in his room. But it felt so incredibly…good. More than good. 

Suho’s tongue traced the rim of his hole, wetting it sloppily before slowly dipping his tongue into the furled entrance. Though Suho was keeping his movements wet and sloppy, Sieun’s body still seemed to fight against the intrusion. Seeing this, Suho pulled away, ignoring Sieun’s whine. He sat on his haunches, eyes still focused on the pink, winking hole while he blindly reached behind him for the lube he kept under his pillow.  

The feel of cold lube being generously poured onto Sieun’s hole caused him to flinch immediately, body bucking up as he instinctively tried to get away. Suho kept a stern hand on the small of his back, fully in control of Sieun. When he determined that he had poured enough lube, Suho went back in with his tongue, consuming Sieun’s ass like he’d been dying for it.

Sieun moaned relentlessly under his, feeling his dick twitch as Suho continued to eat him out with the same enthusiasm that he approached his meals. A warm finger slowly breached his hole alongside Suho’s tongue, starting to stretch the tiny hole. Sieun wasn’t sure how long Suho ate him out for or how long it took for him to get three fingers inside, having been relegated to little more than a drooling, twitching mess on the bed. 

Shlick. Shlick. Shlick. 

The wet sounds of Suho playing with Sieun’s hole overtook the room, lewdly synchronizing with Sieun’s endless moans. Sieun felt like he was ascending beyond his body - experiencing pleasure that he had never even dreamed of. 

“Ah, Suho-ya, I – I can’t,” Sieun moaned, trying to wiggle away from the sensation. Suho responded by targeting his careful fingers directly at Sieun’s prostate, firmly pressing against the small gland. 

Sieun felt his body seize as the pleasure overloaded - each stroke of Suho’s finger bringing him closer and closer to the precipice. He came with a loud howl, spraying cum all over the duvet beneath him.

Suho just laughed, picking up a rougher pace as he started fingering and stretching Sieun’s hole out in earnest now. Each movement was honed towards his prostate, driving him almost insane from overstimulation. He tried to move away, to get on his shaky knees and crawl away but Suho kept easily pulling him back. 

“Sieun-ah, I thought you were a sexual person. Why do you keep running from this dick, hm?” Suho laughed.

“S- Suho-ya, no mor—,” Sieun’s whine was interrupted by Suho grabbing him by the waist and brutally thrusting his dick into the root. 

Sieun screamed, body senselessly twitching. Suho ignored him, thrusting deep strokes that made sure to scrape the full length of his dick against Sieun’s prostate until he was balls-deep and then doing it again. 

Sieun recalled a brief moment the last time he had rifled through Juntae’s BL books while waiting for him to get ready. He had mentioned to Juntae that it was obvious women had written them as they were all focused on the top having huge penises; the prostate was only a few inches into the hole so it wasn’t like a larger size was necessary. But now he got it. 

The heaviness of Suho’s fat cock digging out his insides - the weighty girth - felt better than anything he had experienced. He wanted to keep it in him forever - be nothing more than a sheath for that huge dick. 

He felt himself go limp under Suho, body only held up by Suho’s hands on his waist. Suho continued drilling into him like Sieun was a weightless fucktoy for him to use and nothing more. 

It was the hottest thing that Sieun had ever experienced. 

“Ah, Sieun-ah. Do you like this dick?” Suho asked, slapping Sieun’s ass. He began biting roughly on Sieun’s back until Sieun nodded fervently in response, choking as he tried to moan out yeses. “That’s good because this is the only one that you’re going to know for the rest of your life.”

Suho stopped his hard thrusts for a second, roughly catching Sieun by the waist to turn around onto his back. Sieun could barely see Suho through his tear-filled eyes but the man loomed large over him, silhouette blurry as he continued relentlessly drilling. 

“Your sexual discovery is only ever going to include me, okay Sieun-ah?” Suho asked, lips brushing against Sieun’s. 

Sieun could barely comprehend what he was saying, brain floating as he experienced sheer ecstasy. He could feel himself begin to mindlessly babble yesyesyesyes, causing Suho to once again.

“Fuck, you’re really a slut huh, Sieun-ah? What would have happened with that guy if I hadn’t come back at the right time?” Suho said with thrusts so brutal and unyielding that Sieun swore he could feel that fat dick drilling all the way up to the back of his throat.

He tried to whimper out a no, tell Suho that he wouldn’t have ever had sex with Yoojin - he was just jealous and upset and unsure how to talk to Suho about it. But Suho didn’t seem interested in any of that, moving back onto his haunches and using Sieun’s arms to drag him down to meet his thrusts. 

“I have to figure out how to keep my slut satisfied, huh?” Suho murmured, hands tightening as he began to ragdoll Sieun onto his dick. “Maybe I should just keep you like this? Take you with me everywhere? You can keep my dick warm and I’ll add a load every so often, huh Sieun-ah?”

His voice was crooning into Sieun’s ears, tone almost playful despite the absolutely filthy words he was saying. Fuck, Suho’s dirty mouth. 

“Should hyung do that, Sieun-ah?” Suho asked, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust.

It happened unexpectedly, Sieun’s body arching as he screamed noiselessly. His vision whitened out as he came almost endlessly, spraying watery cum all over Suho’s shirt and his own body. 

Sieun laughed meanly and added, “You liked that, huh? You want everyone at the gym to see what a sexual person you are?”

Sieun was now shrieking, each one of Suho’s thrusts bordering the territory between pleasure and pain. He felt barely human, body honed only for Suho’s enjoyment. He knew he was drooling, feeling it run down his chin to his chest. He knew he looked a mess but he could not find it in him to care as long as Suho kept that fat dick inside of him.

Suho eased his brutal thrusts, pulling back and leaning down to whisper against Sieun’s ear, “Or do I tie you up and keep you hidden here, Sieun-ah? That way nobody but me sees how sexual you really are.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to Sieun’s swollen lips, eyes darkened with possessive amusement. “I could keep you tied to my bed and I could come in and drain my balls in that ass anytime I felt the urge. My personal little fuckhole.”

“Yesyesyesyes,” Sieun gurgled. “I’m Suho’s fuckhole. Suho’s. Suho’s. Suho’s.”

Suho laughed again, one hand closing around Sieun’s dick for the first time and starting to brutally tug it in time with his thrusts. 

Sieun shrieked. He had already come twice now and the feel of Suho finally putting his hands on Sieun’s poor untouched dick felt like the final push to insanity. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never- never - never do it again,” Sieun begged, words tearing out of him in frantic shrieks with every thrust. He barely even knew what he was apologizing for.

“I know you are, baby. But that’s not enough,” Suho growled, hand jerking Sieun’s dick faster and faster. 

Sieun felt his body tense up and his back arch as the heat in his stomach started rising to a crescendo. He was, incomprehensibly somehow, coming again. He felt his body seize and begin to shake as his balls drew up. But absolutely nothing came out of his cock. 

A dry orgasm. One where he was coming relentlessly despite his balls being frustratingly empty. 

Suho laughed in delight, taking in the sight of Sieun’s fucked out state, and teased, “ya Sieun-ah, what do we do? It looks like you can’t come normally anymore. How will you continue your sexual explorations now?” 

Suho’s voice was gritty with his own impending climax, beginning to rut faster and faster. He put both of his hands on the warm fat of Sieun’s ass, hips stuttering as he finally came, creaming Sieun’s insides. 

Suho flopped over Sieun, pressing the weight of his full body onto him. He didn’t pull out, dick still lodged in Sieun’s ass as he began to lay soft kisses onto Sieun’s fucked out face. Sieun looked up at him as he began to stroke Sieun’s sweaty hair. His gentle movements were completely at odds with the way he had just systematically fucked Sieun’s brains out.

“You are not a side piece,” Suho finally whispered, referencing their earlier conversation. He kept his eyes on Sieun as he continued, “You are the love of my fucking life.”

Sieun’s doe eyes began to water as he tried to respond. But despite how hard he tried, nothing could come out of his throat – Suho had quite literally fucked the ability for human conversation out of him. 

“We’ll talk in the morning, baby,” Suho shushed him, pressing another soft kiss to Sieun’s forehead. “I’ll make you the pancakes that you like and we can talk over breakfast, okay?”

With that, Suho pulled back, leaving the warm grip of Sieun’s ass. Sieun whimpered – both from the desire to keep Suho inside of him but from the sheer amount of cum flowing out of his ass. Suho’s cum. He hadn’t realized there would be such a large amount of it, free falling all over the sheets. He wanted to keep it inside of him, a little piece of Suho everywhere he went. For a brief, insane moment, he was gripped with disappointment that Suho couldn’t put a baby in him.  

Suho kept his gaze fixed on the delicious sight, licking his lips as he finally started to strip. It felt almost absurd to Sieun that Suho had been clothed the entire time, but felt himself become distracted as Suho finally launched the last of his clothes over the side of the bed and came back to crowd Sieun’s body. He pressed close, cuddling him gently, as his hardened cock made its way home inside Sieun again.

“Just one more time, hm?” Suho crooned into Sieun’s ear.

Sieun jolted into consciousness, the haze of sleep shattering as he felt his body seize up as he came with a ragged shriek. His gritty eyes opened as he tried to understand what was going on. He could feel Suho’s soft tongue on his furled hole as a warm hand continued petting his dick. He tried to speak but his fucked out voice could only rasp out a barely audible croak.

Suho pulled himself up the length of Sieun’s body, beautiful eyes gleaming in happiness as he looked down at him. He slid his dick home into Sieun’s body with ease as he crooned out, “good morning, baby.”

Sieun moaned softly in response, dewy eyes staring up at the beautiful boy looming over him. The blistering pleasure of last night was now replaced by a softer, headier one as Suho languidly fucked into him. If last night had felt like a raging fire, this felt like a warm hearth - slowly heating him up from the inside.

Suho seemed to feel the same way as he kept his movements gentle and thick. He barely thrust, focused instead on a slow grind. He leaned in close, breath ghosting Sieun’s face as he dropped a soft kiss onto Sieun. A part of Sieun wanted to flinch away in disgust - Suho’s mouth had just been in his ass - but he found himself chasing after Suho’s lips, trying to deepen their kiss. 

They kissed sweetly for minutes as Suho continued to rock them back and forth, a soft pleasure overtaking them both. Sieun wasn’t sure what time it was or how long they had been at it before he felt his own orgasm start to rise. It was a slow boil building in his loins as they rutted against each other. His dick began to weep as he came with a gentle crest of ecstasy - his cum thin and watered down from all the orgasms Suho had wrung out of him the night before. 

Suho's deep voice purred into Sieun’s ear, “Baby, here’s your first load of the day, okay?”

He pulled back slightly before surging forward with a final thrust, creaming Sieun's insides. 

Sieun felt Suho’s cum run through his body, warming his whole body as it filled him. Suho pulled out with an audible pop and pressed a soft kiss to Sieun’s eyelids. He pulled back with an unabashed grin, naked on the bed.

“I was about to make breakfast but I figured I’d give you some protein first,” Suho said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sieun stared at him in disgust, fingers twitching with the desire for a pen. How could this man spend the night blowing Sieun’s back out and then start with the corny dad jokes immediately? 

Before he could say anything in response, Suho wiggled his eyebrows again and asked, “Do you need more protein, Sieun-ssi?”

Sieun stared at the shameless shit-eating grin with miffed eyes, trying to eviscerate Suho with his mind. However, at the same time, he knew his twitching dick was being more honest than his lips. 

Suho kept an eye on Sieun’s rapidly hardening cock that was beginning to drool on his stomach and wiggled his eyebrows again.

“...yes,” Sieun finally admitted, no longer embarrassed at the dumb shit that Suho could get him to do or so. 

Suho let out a husky laugh, bringing his head down with a deft movement as he swallowed Sieun’s dick down to the very root.