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Sunghoon was sprawled across Jay’s king-size bed, one leg dangling off the edge, hoodie bunched under his head. Jay was at the little living area table he had in his bedroom—because yeah, Jay was rich-rich—stacking their finished science project papers into a neat pile.

It was just another Friday, and the weekend already felt earned. They’d been in the same group for every project since freshman year, but tonight Jake had bailed for “girlfriend emergency” reasons. Back in class, Sunghoon had given him shit for it.

“We have girlfriends too, dumbass. But we know how to prioritize.”

Jay was busy texting on his phone, uncaring. “Tell Heather you’ll swing by tomorrow after we’re done. Say you can’t pass science without us.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Sunghoon joshed.

They high-fived. Jake just laughed and told them to fuck off in that thick Aussie accent—he and Heather had “special plans,” and her parents were conveniently out until morning.

That conversation led Jake to pull a sleek black box out of his sling bag. Sunghoon and Jay both huddled in as he cracked it open for them to see.

“Dude,” Sunghoon said, eyes widening. “Is that what I think it is?”

Jake beamed with a glint of mischief. “Prostate massager. Brand new. Heather bought it for me.” eyebrows bobbing.

Jay made a whatthefreak face. “Bro. Why the hell does it look like a curved dildo?”

“Because it was made to target, the you-know-what,” Jake said flatly. “She’s been wanting to try this model on me. Last time we used a similar, standard one, I was moaning so loud she had to cover my mouth. Couldn’t even speak. Ha ha. But this one vibrates.”

Sunghoon chuckled because he didn’t know what to say to that—half-shocked, half-impressed. “No way. T'was that good?”

“Dead serious,” Jake said, glancing between his two mates. “I was against it at the beginning, too. Thought it was kinda gay or whatever. But after the second time? Third? It’s actually insane. Like… wayyy better than just jacking off. Makes everything feel ten times more intense.”

Jay scoffed, trying to look unimpressed. “So what, you’re telling us to shove this contraption up our butts now?”

Jake rolled his eyes. “I’m saying it feels good. That’s it. Doesn’t make you gay just because your prostate likes attention. I’m still straight. You two are still straight. It’s just… new.”

Sunghoon stayed quiet, studying the box. “…The science kinda checks out, though. Prostate stimulation. It’s a factual thing.”

“Precisely, my friend,” Jake stated, pointing at him. “Look, I’m not pushing it on you. But if you’re curious, I can lend you this one. It’s sealed or was. Never used. Try it, don’t try it—I couldn’t care less.”

Jay puffed out a short, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. Some of us aren’t that curious.”

Jake grinned and snapped the box shut. “Yet.”

•

Hours later, the project was finished. The neat stack of papers sat on the table like proof they’d actually done something productive tonight. Sunghoon should’ve been calling an Uber. Instead, he reached into his backpack and pulled the black box out again, turning it over in his hands.

“Hey, Jongseong.”

Jay took a sip of his sparkling water and wandered over, sitting at the edge of the bed. “What’s up?”

Sunghoon lifted the box. Jay’s expression dropped instantly.

“Oh no. Dude, don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that thing.”

Sunghoon shrugged, lips twitching. “Jake’s a lot of things, but he’s not a liar.”

Jay set his glass down. Sighed. “He could be exaggerating. He does that.”

“He doesn’t lie,” Sunghoon repeated. He tapped the box. “And what he said kinda makes sense. It’s literally made for prostates. We have those. Women get toys for their clit, so why is this weird?”

Jay stared at him, then snatched the box to inspect it better. “Because it goes in your ass, Hoonie. It feels too gay.”

Sunghoon’s mouth curved. “We’re not gay. The girls we’ve been with know that. But… they don’t have to know about this.”

Jay squinted, suspicious and a little too interested. “Our secret? Like, not even Jake?”

“Yeah. Just us. In here. One time. If it sucks, we never speak of it again.”

Jay exhaled hard, like he was already losing an argument with himself. “We’re young. Supposed to try shit, right?”

“Exactly.” Sunghoon nodded, pulse kicking up a notch.

This is actually happening.

Jay was quiet for a long beat, then groaned. “Fine. But I’m not going first.”

“Neither am I,” Sunghoon replied swiftly. “Coin toss. Fair and square.”

Jay laughed despite himself, already reaching into his pocket for a coin. “Heads you go, tails I go. Deal?”

“Deal. Flip it.”

Jay tossed the coin high. It spun with a faint metallic whirr before landing on the back of his hand with a soft smack. He slapped his other palm over it fast.

They locked eyes.

“Now or never,” Jay muttered.

Sunghoon shoved his shoulder. “Show me, asshole.”

Jay lifted his hand slowly. The coin stared back at them.

Tails.

Jay closed his eyes and let out a low, defeated mmph.

Sunghoon collapsed back onto the bed, laughing, rolling around. “You’re getting it, bro. You’re actually getting it!”

“Shut the hell up,” Jay grumbled, smacking Sunghoon’s arm, but his ears were already blooming red.

Sunghoon’s laughter eventually settled. He sat up, tone dropping a little. “So… you got lube?”

Jay eyed him for a second, then exhaled through his nose and lazily pointed toward his bedside drawer.

•

If someone had told Jay he’d end up in nothing but his underwear on a school night with Sunghoon lying behind him, he would’ve laughed in their face and called bullshit.

Yet here he was.

Jay lay on his side, cheek pressed into a pillow, one knee already starting to draw up. Sunghoon was close enough that Jay could feel the warmth of his body through the thin layers they still had on. Sunghoon had stripped down to a tight white tank and black boxer briefs just so Jay wouldn’t feel like the only idiot half-naked in his own room. Whose bright idea was this again? Jay thought. I’m gonna kill that dumb Aussie.

“Put your knee up,” Sunghoon said, tapping Jay’s leg.

Jay grumbled into the pillow. “I really don’t like this.”

“You’ve said that.”

“I really, really don’t like this at all.”

“Quit whining, Jongseong. If the coin had landed heads, I’d be the one lying there with my ass out.”

Jay lifted his knee higher anyway, the position making him feel exposed. “You’d be crying. I’d make sure of it.”

“I’d be brave,” Sunghoon countered, but his conviction lost its edge the second he got a proper look at Jay from behind. He gulped. Fuck. Jay had a fat, perfect ass. Sunghoon had seen plenty of girls, slept with more than a few, but this? This was something else. He was straight. They both were. Still, Jay’s perky buns made his brain glitch.

He slapped his own cheek lightly to snap himself out of it, then held the lube and the toy.

“So, uh… I’m just gonna put it in, okay?” Sunghoon said, trying to sound casual.

Jay spun his head, glaring. “Don’t just shove it in like you’re stuffing a Thanksgiving turkey, dumbass. Ease into it. And warn me.”

“Okay, okay, jeez. Chill.” Sunghoon set the empty box aside and uncapped the lube with a soft click. “I’ll go slow. If it hurts, I’ll add more.”

Jay exhaled shakily. “Be gentle, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… I’mma slot it in nice and slow.”

“Oh man, I’m gonna regret this,” Jay muttered. He hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pushed them down, baring himself completely.

Sunghoon forgot how to breathe for a second. The smooth, curvy, hairless view in front of him hit harder than expected. That kind of ass shouldn’t be attached to a straight guy—it was criminal. He shook his head once and refocused. You’re here for a reason. Do it right.

“Here I go,” he said.

“Yeah, you already told me. Just do it.”

Jay tensed as the cool tip of the toy pressed against him. Sunghoon tried to ease it forward. Three attempts. It wouldn’t slide in.

“Dude, your hole’s too tiny,” Sunghoon muttered. “Lemme add more lube.”

“Ugh. This is no fun at all,” Jay grumbled.

Sunghoon squeezed out another generous amount. The lube made a wet shlick as he worked it around the toy.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

Frustration started creeping in. “Are you clenching?”

Jay huffed. “It’s weird, okay? Like… you’re literally putting something in my ass. I’ve never done that before.”

“Like, ever?”

“Well…” Jay paused. “Maybe a finger once… or twice. But that’s it.”

Sunghoon’s mouth twitched. “Try to relax, bruv. Breathe in for me.”

Jay was annoyed. He didn’t even hide it. “This is really dumb.” But he inhaled anyway, deep and slow, just like Sunghoon told him.

The moment Jay’s body loosened, Sunghoon pushed forward—sluggish, steady, careful. The toy finally popped past the tight ring of muscle with a soft, wet pop.

Jay sucked in a sharp breath.

Sunghoon held there.

“See?” he teased, sounding a little rougher. “That wasn’t so bad.”

Jay plunged his face deeper into the pillow.

“Nghh. Fuck you.”

Sunghoon took his time.

He didn’t want to rush Jay and risk him jumping ship. Jay was already wound tight enough to bite his head off, lying there all masculine pride and barely-contained panic.

“Is that alright?” Sunghoon asked, carefully shifting the toy with small, slow movements.

“None of this is alright,” Jay emphasized. His nails dug into the sheets.

“But we’re already doing it, so… might as well do it right.”

“Stop jiggling the damn thing,” Jay barked. “Slow down and work it in properly, you dweeb.”

“Ha—sorry. Lemme just…” Sunghoon’s face went serious as he eased the toy back and forth in a painfully slow rhythm. “There. Better?”

“Zip it. Ughh. I really don’t… like this.”

The wet sound of too much lube was obvious every time Sunghoon moved the toy. He’d definitely gone overboard.

“Maybe it’ll feel good soon,” Sunghoon offered. “Jake swore it’s a game-changer.”

He glanced down and spotted a tiny button near the base. Oh. Right. It has THAT feature. He pressed it.

The toy buzzed to life with a low, steady hum.

“Son of a—” Jay jerked hard, the curse ripping out of him.

“I should’ve pressed that earlier. My bad,” Sunghoon said, chuckling lightly. He pushed the toy a little farther, working it in and out in slow, steady strokes.

Jay’s hand fisted the bedsheets. He kept complaining—sharp little grumbles—but the protests started to fade, melting into something quieter. When Sunghoon tilted the toy and found the right spot, Jay’s complaints died completely, replaced by a bassy, muffled sound he couldn’t quite bite back.

“There. I think I’m doing it right…” Sunghoon murmured. “Jongseong?”

No answer. Just suppressed groans.

Wait.

Is he actually enjoying this?

“Hey. You okay?” he asked again, softer. “You and Jake in the same ‘things-up-my-ass’ club now?”

“S-Shut it,” Jay snarled, tighter than before. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

Sunghoon laughed under his breath, but his attention kept dropping lower anyway. Jay’s ass looked way too good for someone who spent half his life acting like a tough guy. Jay might be a bossy prick, but damn.

He could tell Jay was starting to feel it. The complaints had stopped. And when Sunghoon glanced down, he saw the head of Jay’s cock peeking out from the leg of his white briefs, leaking steadily, dark wet spots spreading across the fabric. Clear proof he was getting off on it.

Sunghoon’s throat went dry. Fuck. First time seeing Jay hard. And it looked… good. Really good. He hated how much that thought hit him. He was getting turned on. Actually turned on. And he despised that even more.

“Does it feel that good, Jongseong?” Sunghoon asked, no sarcasm left.

Jay didn’t answer right away.

“Jay?… You still with me?”

Jay gave a tiny, absentminded nod. Then, in a small, embarrassed whimper, he muttered, “D-Does it come with a longer attachment?”

Sunghoon’s brain shorted out. “Whoa. What?”

Jay’s ears burned red. “Can you, um, replace the piece with something longer?” he stressed, refusing to look back.

Sunghoon checked the empty box. “No, it doesn’t—”

“It’s not doing anything for me anymore,” Jay cut in, irritation bleeding through. “It gets me halfway but no payoff.”

Sunghoon stared at the back of Jay’s head.

“There’s nothing else in the box.”

“Then improvise, give me something,” Jay blurted. “Anything.”

Anything you say.

Well then.

Sunghoon dipped two fingers in the lube and slid them in alongside the toy, curling them right where the head was pressing.

“Shitt—I did not mean your fingers, you moron?!” Jay shouted.

“Nothing else was available… just relax.”

Jay kept complaining, but Sunghoon barely heard it - for Jay felt warm and soft inside, way too similar to a pussy. If Sunghoon closed his eyes, he could almost pretend. Don’t go there, he warned himself. But Jay sounded so good, so inviting—those little, involuntary sounds were doing something to him.

“You like it when I do this?” Sunghoon bent his fingers again, pressing harder against that spot.

Jay answered with a gruff, muffled sound into the pillow. He still wouldn’t say it out loud. Too proud.

Sunghoon pushed deeper. “I said, do you like it?”

Still no answer.

So he added a third finger.

Jay squirmed. “I told you not to—ahhh.”

Sunghoon rotated and curled them together, working that sensitive spot relentlessly until Jay finally shut up, leaving only those racy, suggestive sounds. Jay was leaking much more now, his cock visibly harder, pushing further out of his briefs.

Sunghoon was so hard in his own boxer briefs that his dick felt like it was about to bust through the fabric and tear a hole right through it.

•

Ah. Screw this.

Sunghoon discreetly slipped a hand into his underwear.

Jay couldn’t see him anyway. He was too busy falling apart around the buzzing toy and Sunghoon’s fingers.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh—”

Sunghoon closed his eyes and bit his lip hard, stroking himself in secret to every sound Jay made. Why the fuck does he sound like that? It was feeding every dirty thought in his head.

What if I added a fourth finger?

Would he lose it altogether?

The idea made his cock twinge in his fist. He almost did it. Almost. But he held back. Too risky.

He opened his eyes again.

Jay had his face smashed into the pillow, a thin string of drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. Sunghoon’s pulse hammered. He worked the toy deeper, fingers nudging harder, while his other hand pumped faster inside his briefs.

Jay’s sounds climbed higher, shameless now. He hated that Jake had been right. Hated it so much he let out a rough, frustrated breath and shoved his own underwear down. His cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach, precum smearing across his skin.

Hot damn. Sunghoon cooed.

Jay was bigger than he expected. Not just long—definitely over seven inches—but thick. Thicker than his wrist. The head was a darker shade of pink, glistening, leaking like he’d been holding back for hours.

Jay reached down to grab himself.

Sunghoon swatted his hand away without thinking.

“What the—?” Jay started, aghast.

He never finished the sentence.

Sunghoon leaned over and took him into his mouth.

Jay’s whole body jerked. “Hoon—?”

Sunghoon gagged instantly. He could only get about a third of Jay’s thick cock past his lips before his throat closed up. He’d never sucked dick before, and it showed. It was sloppy. Wet choking sounds every time he tried to take more. But he didn’t stop.

Jay ogled down at him in disbelief. His straight best friend—the school’s heartthrob, the guy every girl wanted—was actually blowing him while still working his ass.

“H-Hoonie,” Jay stuttered. “I’m close. Fuck. So close.”

He planted one foot on the mattress and rocked up a little, fucking into Sunghoon’s throat in shallow, clumsy thrusts. Sunghoon’s eyes watered, but he stayed right there, gagging around him.

“It’s coming, Hoon.” Jay’s hips moved unevenly. “L-let go. Shit, bro—let my dick go or I’ll—”

Sunghoon didn’t pull off.

“B-bro… ahhh, ahh… oh, f-fuck…”

Jay’s hand flew to the back of Sunghoon’s head and held him there as he came hard. Thick pulses hit the back of Sunghoon’s throat. Cum leaked from the corners of his lips, dripping down Jay’s shaft while Jay kept jerking and pushing deeper.

“Fuckk… Hoonie,” Jay whimpered, watching the whole thing.

Sunghoon stayed still, letting Jay use his mouth even as he kept working Jay’s prostate with the toy and his fingers, drawing out weak, surprising pulses.

Jay’s whole frame shook through the aftershocks, but his cock stayed hard against Sunghoon’s tongue.

He was sweating, breathing hard. His mind was spinning with questions he couldn’t even speak out loud.

Why did Sunghoon swallow?

Why the hell did he suck me off?

And why is he not letting go?

Sunghoon pulled off to swipe his tongue around the sensitive head, licking up the mess. Cum strings clung to his lips and chin. He looked up at Jay-

“Think you can cum again?”

•

“A-Are you nuts? I literally just came seconds ago.”

Sunghoon didn’t respond with words.

He just nudged his fingers deep, hitting that spot again.

Jay hissed, but the sound broke halfway into something needier. His cock jerked and hardened like it had a mind of its own.

Fuck. Why won’t it go down?

“I think that’s a yes,” Sunghoon said, teasing.

Jay couldn’t think straight. Not with Sunghoon still right there, lips shiny with his cum, looking at him like he wanted more.

Sunghoon knew him too well.

Jay wouldn’t say it.

Wouldn’t beg.

Wouldn’t admit a damn thing.

So Sunghoon pushed again, thumb pressing the toy firmer against that bundle of nerves.

“Tell me, Jongseong. Tell me what you need.”

Jay bit down hard, fighting the sinful sound, trying to escape.

Sunghoon hit the same place—harsher this time.

“Unghh—” Jay flinched. “B-Bigger.”

The word tumbled out before he could stop it.

Sunghoon’s eyebrows lifted. “What was that?”

Jay’s face went beet red. He turned away, pride hanging on by a thread. “Need… something bigger.”

The confession hung between them, raw and humiliating.

Sunghoon slowly pulled his fingers out, switched the toy off, and slid it free. Jay felt the sudden emptiness. It was alarming how much he already missed being filled.

Without another word, Sunghoon yanked his boxer briefs off. His hefty cock sprang out, flushed dark and leaking steadily, hard enough to ache.

“Condom?” Sunghoon asked calmly.

“I… I don’t have any left,” Jay swallowed. “Julia came over yesterday, so…”

The silence stretched, heavy with what that meant.

Sunghoon tipped in and dragged his tongue up the underside of Jay’s cock in one slow stripe, flicking against the sensitive spot just below the head.

Jay stifled a sound. “Just do what you have to do, you stupid prick!”

That was all Sunghoon needed.

He took the bottle of lube, uncapped it fast, and poured an ample amount into his palm before Jay could change his mind.

Sunghoon didn’t waste time. He started stroking lube over his cock right there, the wet sound loud in the quiet room.

Jay’s head darted toward the noise.

Holy crap.

Sunghoon was big. Unreasonably big. Jay had known the guy was packing, but seeing it up close—thick, crimson, and shiny with lube—made him fear for his life.

How the heck do any of the girls he’s slept with survive that?

“Whoa, whoa!” Jay pushed a hand against Sunghoon’s chest. “Let’s call this off. No way that thing is getting anywhere near my ass.”

“Dude, I can literally feel my nuts aching. You’d be leaving me with the worst blue balls ever.”

Jay glared.

“And for the record, I’ve never been able to use all of it,” Sunghoon added, almost sheepish. “Not once. Not with anyone.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

Jay hesitated, jaw tight. He was too proud to back down, but he also wasn’t cruel enough to leave his best friend like this.

“Okay… fine. But keep your word. Promise me you won’t use it all.”

“I promise. We good?”

“Yeah. We’re good.”

Sunghoon peeled his tank top off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. The lean cut of his torso caught the light, skin already damp with sweat.

Jay’s gaze skimmed over the lines of muscle a second longer than he should have. He’d seen Sunghoon shirtless plenty of times. This felt different. Too intimate.

“Hey, hey—why are you taking your top off?”

“It’s hot,” Sunghoon said, like it was obvious.

Jay stared for another beat. “Right,” he muttered. “Go slow.” Making sure his friend still knew who was in charge.

Jay stayed on his side, one leg drawn up. Sunghoon shifted in close behind him, chest nearly against Jay’s back. The heavy weight of his cock prodded against Jay’s hole, hot and blunt. Jay felt every bit of it—the sheer size, the warmth, how real this suddenly was.

“I’m going in,” Sunghoon mumbled.

“Slowly. Don’t rush it.”

“I know. I heard you the first time.”

They sounded like an old married couple arguing over directions.

“Just making sure, you dweeb,” Jay shot back, needing the last word.

Sunghoon smiled unconsciously. Even now, Jay was still Jay. And that was stupidly cute.

“Take a deep breath.”

Jay opened his mouth to complain, but then he felt the wide mushroom head pressing in. He sucked in air fast.

“Oh, ohh, shittt,” Jay groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

The stretch hit immediately. Sunghoon’s cockhead popped past the tight ring, immense and unrelenting.

—And it was just the tip.

“Nghhh,” Jay grunted. “It stings. It really stings.”

“Too much?”

Jay nodded, breathing hard. “It’s just too big. Ahhh~ahh.”

It was an ego boost Sunghoon didn’t expect. Jay rarely handed out compliments, even by accident. Before he could think better of it, he leaned down and pressed a soft, wet kiss to Jay’s shoulder.

Jay tensed. “Stop.”

Sunghoon pulled back an inch. “Stop what?”

“I’m not one of your girls, Hoonie. Don’t patronize me.”

“Gotcha. No kissing.”

Yep. Still Jay.

But he didn’t stop moving.

He eased in a little more, slow and careful.

“Fuckk,” Jay gasped as Sunghoon probed against that same deep spot the toy had found earlier. The stretch burned hotter, fuller than anything before.

“S-Stop, Hoon…ie”

“Dude, we’re stopping again?”

“Heck yeah, we’re stopping again.” Jay sounded strained. “We’ll stop when I say we stop. It’s not your fucking asshole being deflowered!”

Sunghoon went still.

Oh right.

This is his first.

Hold up.

This is his FIRST.

I am his first.

The realization sent a hot rush straight down his cock. He felt himself throb and leak more.

This was Jay’s effect on him. Something he was figuring out in real time.

“S-Stop clenching, bro. You’re already so tight.”

“Of course I’m clenching, you bozo. It’s natural that I—” Jay cut himself off. “Stop! You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” Sunghoon’s hand stayed on Jay’s thigh, not quite soothing anymore.

“Babying me.”

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

“Well, quit it.”

Sunghoon didn't move, letting Jay adjust. After a beat, he asked quieter, “Does it feel good, though?”

Jay wavered.

“I… I don’t know.”

Sunghoon tested the angle with small, slow circles of his hips.

Jay moaned—clear and helpless—before he could bite it back. “D-Did you put more in?” he accused, face-planting into the pillow.

“No. I didn’t.” Sunghoon let it hang for a second, then taunted, “Why? Do you want me to?”

“I certainly don’t!”

God, why does his dick feel this thick? Maybe if I—

Jay reached back instinctively, groping one of his own ass cheeks and spreading it to the side, like it might help him breathe through the stretch.

It didn’t.

Sunghoon’s face went dark at Jay's little act. Because of it, he got a clearer view of that tight, hairless hole straining around his girth—and something inside him stirred awake.

•

Sunghoon didn’t ask.

“I’m moving,” he said, and drove his hips forward before Jay could get another word out. Shallow at first. Just the head and a little more, dragging slowly enough that Jay felt every inch.

Jay’s protest died halfway. “No, wait— I haven’t ad—”

The rest broke into a choked sound he tried to swallow. He was still fighting it, still refusing to give Sunghoon the satisfaction of hearing him fall apart. I’m straight. I’m straight. The words looped in his head like they could still protect him.

Sunghoon hated that.

He leaned in closer, mouth right by Jay’s ear. “Stop holding back.”

Jay’s jaw locked. “F-Fuck off, Hoonie.”

Sunghoon’s mouth curved against his skin.

“That’s not what it sounded like.”

He pushed deeper—another veiny inch. Jay’s breath caught hard.

“You like this?”

“No.”

“No?” Another slow inch. "Stop lying to yourself, Jongseong."

Jay bit the pillow, trying to muffle the sound that threatened to come out. His nails dug into the blanket.

Sunghoon felt it anyway.

He started moving properly then, pulling back and pushing in with half his length, letting Jay feel every ridge, every vein. The wet, filthy drag of skin on skin echoed clearly. Jay’s cock was leaking steadily, smearing against the sheets.

“You’re made for this,” Sunghoon whispered.

“I’m not,” Jay gritted out, cracking on the last word.

Sunghoon’s grip on his hip tightened, fingers digging in. “Then why are you dripping all over?”

Jay didn’t reply. Couldn’t. Because they both knew it was true.  

Sunghoon picked up the pace, hips snapping harder, faster. The bed creaked under them. Jay’s sounds were getting louder no matter how hard he tried to bite them back.

"Ahhh...ahhh, ahh, fuck..."

Then Jay twisted suddenly, upper body jolting as he shoved back at Sunghoon with one hand. “Get off— ahh, w-we didn’t agree to this—”

Sunghoon caught his wrist and pinned it to the bed beside his head. “You’re c-clenching again.”

“I… I can’t help it,” Jay whimpered, voice breaking as Sunghoon pushed deeper. “Your fault— for having this fuckin’ monster—”

Sunghoon let out a rough laugh that turned into a groan. “Blame your tight little hole then… Shit, brah, so fucking tight, ohh, fuck—”

Jay felt it the second Sunghoon’s cock swelled inside him, the sudden rush of more precum. His stomach dropped.

“Wait— are you—”

Sunghoon didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked him faster, hips slamming forward in short, frantic thrusts.

Jay’s free hand flew back and fisted into Sunghoon’s hair, yanking hard. “Don’t you fucking dare cum inside me—”

“B-Believe me, I’m trying—” Sunghoon's jaw was tight, sweat dripping down his temple. “I’m fuckin' trying—”

But he didn’t pull out.

His hips kept moving, rough and unstoppable.

“Sunghoon, I swear to God, if you—” Jay shrieked.

“Oh, fuck, fuckk—” Sunghoon buried himself to the hilt and came with a sexy, husky groan, pulsing deep inside Jay in viscous, hot spurts. His hips jerked with every wave, grinding in like he couldn’t get close enough.

Jay felt all of it. Every throb. Every rush of heat drowned him.

“You fucking asshole,” he gasped, shaking too hard to sound properly angry.

Sunghoon stayed there for a long moment, breathing hot against Jay’s neck, still lodged inside him, muscular arms trembling.

When he finally lifted his head, his expression was soft and guilty.

“S-Sorry, Jongseong,” he panted. “That’s my fault. I couldn’t stop, I—”

Jay didn’t let him finish the apology.

One second, Sunghoon was still behind him, the next Jay had a hand clamped on the back of his neck and used every bit of strength he had to flip them over.

THUD.

Sunghoon hit the mattress hard, breath knocked out of him.

Jay landed on top, straddling him, fingers tight around Sunghoon’s throat. “I told you,” he said, exhaustively pissed, “not. to. cum. inside. me.”

Sunghoon’s hands hovered near Jay’s waist, unsure. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Too late.”

Jay reached down, grasped Sunghoon’s still-sensitive cock, and lined it up with his hole. He sank in one long, slow, deliberate slide, taking every inch until he was halfway through.

They both groaned at the same time—loud, surprised.

“Gahh—J-Jongseong, please,” Sunghoon begged, tone strained. “Let’s talk about t-this.”

Jay moaned as he took him, the stretch burning in the best and worst way. “Oh, now you want to talk? That’s funny, Hoon. Real funny.”

He started moving.

Remorseless.

Rough.

Bouncing on Sunghoon’s oversensitive cock like he had something to prove.

“Jay—fuck—slow down,” Sunghoon gasped, back arching off the bed. “I just nutted, I can’t—”

“You don’t get mercy until I get mine,” Jay growled, hand still firm around Sunghoon’s throat. “You wanted to use me? Fine... Now it’s my turn.”

Sunghoon squirmed underneath him, mouth open, overwhelmed. “Jong…seong—please—ngh, aahhh!”

Jay smirked through a moan, riding him harder. “How does it feel to get treated like a sex toy, Hoonie?” Sunghoon groaned weakly. “That’s right. You’re nothing but a glorified, human dildo for me to use.”

Sunghoon’s hands flew to Jay’s ass, squeezing the full, soft globes in an attempt to find comfort. He couldn’t help it. He was only human. His gaze dropped to where they were connected—watching his cock disappear inside Jay again and again, excessively slick and obscene.

Jay looked unreal like this. Sweaty, mouth parted, riding him with that same pissed-off, competitive fire burning in his stare.

Sunghoon’s cock throbbed hard, filling out again way too fast—going from half-hard to fully erect in seconds.

Jay felt it. His grin widened.

“Are you getting hard again?” He laughed, breathless and mean. “My, my. Who’s the faggot now?”

Sunghoon’s hips jerked up to meet him without any conscious thought. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, sharper.

No woman has ever made me feel like this.

“God—this ass is the tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked!”

The words landed like a gut punch. Jay had thought he was in control. That he had Sunghoon right where he wanted him. But Sunghoon was still pushing back, still talking shit, and it was… hot.

Jay’s rhythm faltered.

Then his whole body locked up.

He came untouched with a sharp cry, spilling across Sunghoon’s stomach in thick, gooey cords.

For a second, everything went quiet.

Jay’s hand slipped from Sunghoon’s throat. His mouth stayed open, stunned at his own body’s betrayal.

Sunghoon gazed up at him, just as shocked, chest heaving.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them knew what the hell to say.

Yet Sunghoon knew one thing for sure.

They were already too far gone to stop now.

•

The second Jay’s grip loosened, still dazed from coming untouched, Sunghoon flipped them fast. Pulling an uno reverse out of left field. Jay landed on his back near the edge of the mattress.

Sunghoon planted one foot on the floor for leverage, hooked his forearms under Jay’s knees, and spread him wide, locking him in place. Their faces were inches apart, noses brushing, breaths mixing hot and uneven.

“You made me do this,” Sunghoon grunts through his teeth.

Then he drove in.

All of it.

Eleven thick inches buried deep in one rough thrust.

Jay’s head whipped back, a raspy sound tearing out of him. “Ahh—fuck!”

Sunghoon didn’t hold back. He fucked him H-A-R-D, hips bashing forward with brutal rhythm. Jay’s ass jiggled with every impact, Sunghoon’s heavy balls slapping against him, their mixed cum turning every thrust wetter and nastier.

They stayed locked on each other the whole time.

Lips brushed but never quite met.

Kissing would make it something they couldn’t laugh off later. So they hovered right there, breathing each other in, daring the other to cross that line.

Sunghoon railed him fast, then slowed down, dragging every inch out before slamming back in. Over and over. Jay writhed under him, whimpering, nails scratching into Sunghoon’s shoulders, leaving welts in its wake.

“Fuckkk, baby,” Jay wheezed.

“You feel too good," Sunghoon exclaims. His remarks flowed organically. "Why the hell do you feel this good?”

Jay just let out another helpless sound as Sunghoon fucked him deep enough that he could feel it in his throat.

Sunghoon couldn’t stop.

Didn’t want to.

Every erotic vowel Jay made, every twitch of his body, every time their eyes met—it all made him want to stay right here.

Then his vision started to blur.

His thrusts turned erratic.

“Shitt—I’m c-cumming,” Sunghoon gritted out, glancing down to see his spooge-doused cock disappearing into Jay’s messy hole. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna nut all over this pussy—”

No way Sunghoon just called his hole a pussy. But Jay was too fucked out to speak. Can't argue even if he wanted to.

PLAP.

PLAP.

PLAP.

Sunghoon slammed in deep and came with a guttural groan, hips shuddering as he pumped more cum inside him. Jay felt every earth-shattering pulse, every rush of heat flooding him even fuller than before.

“J-Jongseonggg—FFFUCK!!”

"Ahh, ughhh, Hoon, you motherfuckerrr!"

Jay came right after, untouched again, his whole body locking up as he spilled between them with a feeble cry.

Sunghoon was still wedged inside him, still pulsing, when Jay suddenly grabbed his shoulders and shoved.

“I want to see it,” Jay said, hoarse. “I wanna see what that horse cock looks like now.”

Sunghoon blinked, still hazy, but pulled out anyway. The wet separation sound was lewd. Tacky strings of cum stretched between them as he sat back on his heels.

Jay sat up fast.

No hesitation.

He leaned forward, held Sunghoon’s still-throbbing, jizz-slick cock with both hands, and took him into his mouth in one greedy motion.

Sunghoon’s head fell back. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ—”

Jay sucked him hard, stroking what he couldn’t fit, eyes locked on Sunghoon’s face the entire time. Cum was already smeared across his lips, dripping down his neck and collarbones. He looked desecrated. And he didn’t cease.

It didn’t take long.

Sunghoon came for the third time with a broken, deafening cry, hips bucking as Jay milked him through every pulse. More semen spilled over Jay’s tongue, across his face, past his ear, even down his erect nipples.

Jay kept sucking, kept stroking, kept twisting, wringing him until Sunghoon was shaking from head to toe.

“Holy shitt~ J-Jongseong!!”

Sunghoon collapsed sideways, completely spent.

Jay crawled over him, still stroking Sunghoon’s oversensitive cock, then leaned down and spat the mouthful of cum straight into Sunghoon’s unsuspecting, open mug.

Sunghoon’s eyes flew wide.

Before he could react, Jay kissed him.

Really kissed him. All mouth. All tongue. Teeth clashing. Desperate and needy.

It was their first real kiss.

Sloppy. Deep. Full of fresh cum and spit and everything they’d been holding back.

Jay pulled back just enough to see the stunned look on Sunghoon’s face.

“W-What about the… I thought we couldn’t…” Sunghoon fumbled.

“Fuck the rules,” Jay said, and kissed him again.

Sunghoon melted into it.

Their tongues slid together, sharing the taste, the heat, the mess. Cum leaked from the corners of their mashed mouths as they made out like the horny idiots they were.

Then Sunghoon’s phone rang.

Both of them froze, lips still pressed together.

Their eyes flicked to the bedside table.

The screen lit up.

It was her.

Sunghoon’s long-time girlfriend—

Summer.

▼

Sunghoon didn’t say anything.

He just goggled at his phone on the bedside table. The ringtone cut through the room like a loud, annoying alarm.

Jay watched him for a second, then rolled onto his back beside him. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Answer it. If you want.”

Sunghoon’s stomach wrenched.

Hang on.

That was it?

After everything they’d just done, Jay was lying there like it was just another Friday night and someone’s mom was calling them home for dinner.

Sunghoon swallowed hard.

Post-nut clarity.

Jay was already done. Back to normal. Back to pretending this was nothing more than a stupid thing they could lock away forever.

This couldn’t be it, right?

Why the hell did Sunghoon feel rejected?

Jay sat up a little, grabbing a pillow to cover himself. “What happened here stays between you and me. Just like what we agreed on.” He paused, then added, “Kapeesh?”

Sunghoon hummed.

Jay narrowed his eyes. “Use words.”

“Yeah,” Sunghoon muttered. “It stays here. Just you and me.”

“Good.”

Jay was about to get off the bed.

Sunghoon’s hand shot out and caught his wrist.

Jay stopped. “What?”

Sunghoon's grip grew firm. He wasn’t letting this end like that. He reached over with his free hand, picked up the same stupid coin from the bedside table, and flipped it.

Heads.

He looked up at Jay with a tired but certain half-smile. “My turn.”

Jay stared at the coin.

For once, the sharp-tongued, always-in-control Jay had nothing ready. He looked from the coin to Sunghoon’s face.

“You sure?”

Sunghoon nodded.

Jay let out a short breath that was almost a laugh. He reached for the prostate toy Jake had given them - it still had leftovers of lube, gleaming in the warm bedroom light.

“Guess we won’t be returning this then.”

Sunghoon shook his head. He was already gathering some cum from his flexed abs and cock, using it to scissor himself open.

“No,” he said. “We won’t.”

Jay’s cock twitched hard at the sight. He tossed the pillow aside, showing just how ready he already was. Sunghoon smiled, licking his lips as Jay knelt between his spread legs, stroking that long, juicy cock to get it nice and wet.

Sunghoon’s phone kept ringing in the background until it finally died, along with whatever was left of their alleged heterosexual lives.

END.