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Everyone at Chaebol High was aware of the unwritten decree: Juhoon belonged exclusively to Keonho. This territorial edict permeated campus life, relayed quickly to fresh arrivals through bustling corridors and crowded cafeterias.
Seasoned teachers had caught faint echoes of the warning and opted for silence. Being near Juhoon’s personal space, or even giving him lingering glances invited severe repercussions by Ahn Keonho himself.
Simply because Juhoon’s unmatched in terms of beauty. His obsidian eyes only reflected icy reserve. He also had flawless porcelain skin, that looked velvety and soft. It looked so clearly unmarked it was startling, especially knowing what kind of person Juhoon spent most of his days with. He had tousled chestnut tresses tumbling across his forehead in disarray, and the boy looked so visually transcendent it was disturbing.
It must’ve been love at first sight.
Keonho embodies such a stark contrast to Juhoon’s serenity. Rather than mirroring the older boy’s calming nature, he exuded raw vitality and bold extroversion. Notoriety clung to him through chaotic skirmishes in secluded grounds and an irresistible magnetism that ensnared admirers effortlessly.
Everyone looked at him with intense envy, but they just looked too good together.
But Keonho was handsome, and has an annoyingly charming smile and charisma to him that makes him such an infamous heartthrob.
He was always right beside Juhoon, casually draping a strong arm around his slim shoulders and pulling him close enough to press soft kisses into his hair. At some occasions, his lips would trail down to his neck and Juhoon would swat him away with his hand dismissively.
Their connection was far from straightforward. Keonho’s protective, affectionate, and fiercely possessive—but they weren’t actually dating.
That truth only came out when a friend of Keonho had innocently asked Juhoon how long they had been together, and he answered bluntly, “We aren’t.”
Needless to say, that confirmation confused everyone in school. If they weren’t together, why was Keonho so adamant on his rules regarding Juhoon. Secondly, why was Juhoon allowing Keonho to slobber all over him.
“He said what?” Keonho says, slamming his locker shut, resulting in making it rattle off its hinges. Keonho’s expression was leaning more to an irritated scowl, slowly facing his friend’s direction. Seonghyeon doesn’t flinch, more concerned if his beanie was making a mess of his dark brown hair.
“Yeah, he said it. Was it true?” Seonghyeon said, looking at Keonho who’s face shifted to a mild level of frustration.
“So you’ve been just longing and pining the whole time?” The older boy teases him, filling out the silence himself and nudging him with his elbow. Keonho doesn’t budge, eyes narrowing.
Anger doesn’t suit Keonho’s face, Seonghyeon notes, eyes flitting down to Keonho’s clenched fists which was trembling.
“Are you going to hit him?” Seonghyeon says, ready to step in if Keonho was in one of his destructive moods.
”Fuck no, I love him,” Keonho says, shaking his head, “I’m going to hit the guy that spread that shit ‘round.” To solidify his point, Keonho punched the locker hard enough to make a small dent.
Seonghyeon sighs defeated, “What’s done is done, what you could do is actually get together with Juhoon-hyung.”
Keonho shakes his head with a frown, “You think I haven’t tried that yet?”
Seonghyeon hums in agreement, “Maybe you just need to find a better way to convince him.”
Keonho’s eyes widen just a fraction and he finds himself repeating Seonghyeon’s words throughout the day. He drums his fingers relentlessly throughout maths, racking his brain for solutions until he finally finds an effective idea.
When Keonho stepped into Juhoon’s homeroom, the usual chatter automatically died instantly. Despite the fact that he was a year younger, the entire class seemed to hold its breath around him. Heads ducked behind textbooks and whispers faded into tense silence as he strode forward, weaving past rows of desks until he reached Juhoon’s seat by the window.
Juhoon sat with wired earbuds in, eyes distant and fixated at whatever was behind the window. When he glanced up and saw Keonho, he pulled one bud free, waiting for the younger boy to take as he pleases. Instead, he decides to abandon the script and takes a seat besides his favorite upperclassmen.
Juhoon’s lips parted in quiet surprise. “What are you doing, hyung?” Keonho asked casually smiling boyishly, noting the closed textbooks in front of him. He had clearly interrupted a rather lengthy daydream.
“Nothing much,” Juhoon replied, his posture stiff with guarded tension, as if bracing for sudden violence. Keonho would disagree though, he’d never hurt him—could never lay a finger on his precious Juhoon in anger.
“Hyung, you made me so upset the other day,” Keonho murmured, leaning in to pinch Juhoon’s cheek just enough to draw a slight wince. The skin bloomed faintly red under his fingers.
“I only told them the truth, Keonho-yah,” Juhoon said evenly, fear absent from his voice even as the room watched in frozen anticipation. When Keonho raised a hand, several students flinched, expecting a harsh strike. Contrary to what they all thought, he gently massaged the flushed cheek, then pressed a soft kiss to the same spot.
“I know you did,” Keonho whispered, threading his fingers through Juhoon’s hair with surprising tenderness. “Hyung is so good.”
Juhoon made a small face and eased back slightly. “What’s wrong, baby?” Keonho tilted his head, concern threading through his tone.
“Do you need anything?” Juhoon asked, meeting his gaze, feeling goosebumps at their proximity.
“Names,” Keonho said, pulling away enough to catch Juhoon’s wrist. “The fucker spreading that shit around—I want names.” He stood, tugging Juhoon up with him and slinging the older boy’s bag over his own shoulder. “Come on. We’re skipping.”
“We?” Juhoon echoed, resistance flickering in his eyes. “There’s no we, Keonho-yah Stop—”
But Keonho was already guiding him toward the door, one hand splayed across Juhoon’s lower back. The touch was careful yet undeniable, heat radiating through the thin fabric of Juhoon’s shirt as he steered him out of the hallway and up the stairs towards the quiet infirmary. The stunned silence they left behind in the classroom only made Keonho’s pulse thrum louder.
His hold didn’t waver once. If anything, he pulled Juhoon closer with every step, their bodies brushing as they climbed. Juhoon tried to drag his feet, creating a half-hearted resistance — but it only made Keonho’s fingers press harder into his waist, guiding him with effortless strength.
“I’m not sick,” Juhoon protested softly, voice breathy from the sudden closeness.
Keonho barely slowed. “I know, hyung.” His voice had dropped lower, “I want to show you something.”
That calm, almost innocent tone gave nothing away, but Juhoon’s brows furrowed in wary anticipation. He knew Keonho had never been violent with him—not once—but the charged tension rolling off the younger boy made his stomach tighten with nerves and something dangerously warmer.
Keonho pushed open the infirmary door. Only one nurse was inside, flipping through paperwork. The rest of the staff were clearly on break, perfect for Keonho’s plan.
“Leave,” Keonho says coldly, it’s impressive how the temperature in the room seemed to drop whenever he showed authority.
Juhoon’s eyes widened. He nudged Keonho’s side, irritation flickering across his ethereal features. “Hey, don’t just order her out. This is her job—”
Keonho turned to look at him, and the second their eyes met, all that cocky authority melted. His expression softened into raw, aching want. He cupped Juhoon’s cheek with one hand, thumb stroking slowly over the smooth, pale skin.
“Hyung… I just want to make you happy. Pretty please?” The words were low, almost pleading, but the dark hunger in his eyes betrayed him.
The nurse gathered her things quickly, shooting them a wary glance before slipping out. She knew better than to argue with Keonho—the guy who never seemed to face real consequences.
Juhoon’s gaze dropped to Keonho’s hands as the door clicked shut. “You put cream on… your hands are softer than usual.”
Keonho’s cheeks warmed, but his smirk returned, slow and predatory. “I wanted to make this experience as good as possible for you.” He stepped closer, voice dropping to a murmur. “You still have no idea why I brought you here, do you?”
Juhoon’s pretty eyes flicked away for a second before meeting Keonho’s intense stare. “I… told your friends about us.”
Keonho took his hand, lacing their fingers, and gently guided him backward until Juhoon sat on the edge of one of the infirmary beds. “So clever, hyung.” His smile sharpened. “And you probably already have an idea what I’m going to do now.”
With deliberate slowness, Keonho dropped a small bottle of lube onto the pillow beside Juhoon’s head.
Juhoon’s eyes widened in recognition. He sat up immediately—faster than Keonho had ever seen the usually slow-reacting beauty move.
“Keonho, no—” Juhoon shook his head, cheeks flushing a delicate pink. “I let you kiss me and — and touch me — but this is too far. We’re not even dating.”
Keonho moves fast, slipping between Juhoon’s thighs and spreading them wider with his hips. His thumbs find their way to Juhoon’s face. He brushes along Juhoon’s sharp jawline, tilting his face up as he leans in, close enough for their breaths to mingle.
“We can start right now,” Keonho whispered, lips grazing Juhoon’s. “You love me, right?”
Juhoon wanted desperately to close his legs, but Keonho’s strong body kept them open. Instead, those skilled, now-soft hands slid up his inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of his pants. Juhoon’s breath hitched, a soft, restless sound escaping as he swatted weakly at Keonho’s wandering fingers every time they inched higher toward his crotch.
“Y-yes… yes, I do,” Juhoon breathed, voice already shaky, distracted.
“Then why don’t you want to be mine?” Keonho asked, eyes dark and burning as they bored into Juhoon’s.
Juhoon swallowed hard, throat working. “Fuck… I do, Keonho-ya.” His voice cracked beautifully when Keonho’s hands finally slipped under his shirt, palms gliding over the unmarked expanse of skin and tracing the lines of his small waist.
Keonho tipped Juhoon’s chin up and kissed him deeply in a hungry, claiming manner. Their tongues slid together; Keonho was skilled and talented, demonstrating techniques only acquired after so many experiences.
The kiss eventually turned messy and desperate—Juhoon somehow ending up flat on his back without even realizing he’d been pushed down. His chest was heaving for air, lips swollen and glistening.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Keonho murmured reverently, voice thick with lust. He kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the plush give of those pink lips while his fingers carded through Juhoon’s tousled brown hair, now glowing honey-gold in the afternoon light streaming through the window. Every inch of him was stunning—ethereal, delicate, and currently trembling beneath Keonho with barely-contained need.
Keonho’s mouth trailed lower, teeth grazing Juhoon’s throat as his hands continued their slow, possessive exploration.
Keonho’s mouth latched onto the sharp line of Juhoon’s jaw, hot and insistent. His lips sealed tight around the sensitive skin, sucking slow and deep, tongue pressing firm circles that pulled blood to the surface.
Each pull sent a sharp spark of heat straight down Juhoon’s spine. The wet, rhythmic sound of suction filled the quiet infirmary, obscene and intimate. Juhoon’s breath hitched, a soft, helpless whimper escaping as a deep bruise began to bloom under Keonho’s mouth—marked and rightfully claimed.
Restless heat coiled low in his belly. His fingers slid into Keonho’s hair, gripping the dark strands tight, not sure if he wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Keonho’s face was devastating up close—those sharp, charming features flushed with arousal, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, full lips glossy and swollen from kissing.
Juhoon had always loved looking at him.
Now, with Keonho’s breath burning against his throat, that attraction felt almost unbearable.
Keonho sat up, knees bracketing Juhoon’s hips on the narrow bed. His fingers made quick work of Juhoon’s uniform shirt, popping buttons one by one until the fabric fell open. He pushed it roughly to the side and, without hesitation, leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly along Juhoon’s collarbone. The slick glide left a trail of cooling saliva that made Juhoon shiver.
A sharp intake of breath tore from Juhoon’s throat. His hand fisted tighter in Keonho’s hair, tugging his head up desperately. “Kiss me,” he breathed, voice already wrecked.
Their mouths molded together again and Juhoon came to a shocking realization that he wanted to be kissed senseless. That he wanted Keonho’s mouth to erase every meaningless thought and make him stupid. But the younger man had far more wicked plans.
Juhoon’s own hands moved with growing hunger. He tugged Keonho’s shirt open, tearing a bit of fabric, and spread his palms over the firm, athletic chest he’d admired from afar for so long. The muscle was as warm and solid as he had imagined. In fact, it might just be exceeding what he had thought originally in his head.
Juhoon didn’t really hear the noise of a plastic lid opening and falling somewhere on the mattress, too focused on the task ahead of him.
He traced the curve of Keonho’s biceps, feeling them flex under his touch, then slid lower to the defined ridges of his abs. Juhoon’s hand pressed flat against them, feeling the heat and the way they tensed with every breath.
So strong.
So fucking attractive.
“Hyung,” Keonho rasped, voice low and rough, “do you think I’m pretty?”
Juhoon pulled back just enough to stare at him, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen. He scoffed, half-annoyed and half-amused.
“Are you joking?” Without waiting for an answer, he ducked his head and pressed open-mouthed kisses along those hard abs, tongue tracing the grooves of muscle. “You’re so hot.”
Keonho’s cheeks burned darker at the praise, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Juhoon felt the twitch of arousal against his stomach where their bodies pressed together—he wasn’t the only one affected by the compliment.
Before Juhoon could tease him further, he was gently interrupted by Keonho pushing his face away. Juhoon’s breath caught as Keonho’s hands slipped into his own waistband, pushing fabric down just enough. Strong fingers wrapped around Juhoon’s hardening cock, giving one slow, deliberate stroke that pulled a broken moan from his throat.
The infirmary felt suddenly too small, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic, warm skin, and rising arousal. Keonho’s hand was slick from the lotion, gliding smooth and perfect, thumb teasing over the sensitive head with every upstroke. Juhoon’s hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the overwhelming pleasure.
“Keonho—ah…” Juhoon’s head fell back against the pillow, honey-brown hair spilling messily, lips parted on a gasp.
Keonho watched him with dark, hungry eyes, drinking in every flushed expression, every shudder. “You’re mine now, hyung,” he whispered, voice velvet and sin as he leaned down to suck another bruise just below Juhoon’s jaw.
“Say it.”
Juhoon’s fingers tightened in his hair, body arching into every touch, every kiss, every slow drag of that talented hand.
“Keonho—” Juhoon’s voice broke on a shattered moan, hips stuttering upward involuntarily as Keonho’s hot, wet tongue dragged slowly up the underside of his throbbing cock. “I’m yours. I won’t— I’ll tell anyone who asks. Fuck—”
The words tumbled out desperate and raw, barely coherent. Every nerve in Juhoon’s body felt electrified. Keonho’s tongue was relentless—lavish, skilled, mapping every vein and ridge with slow, savoring strokes. The gentle scrape of teeth followed by soothing laps made Juhoon’s toes curl against the infirmary bed sheets. The faint scent of the lotion on Keonho’s hands mixed with the clean, musky smell of arousal and the sterile undertone of the room, creating something intoxicatingly intimate.
Keonho hummed in satisfaction around him, the low vibration shooting straight through Juhoon’s length and pulling another broken whimper from his throat. Then Keonho took him deeper—slowly and deliberately—until his plush lips stretched around the base and the entire length disappeared into the tight, velvety heat of his throat.
There was no gagging or hesitation. Just smooth, practiced swallowing that squeezed rhythmically around Juhoon’s cock.
Juhoon’s head thrashed against the pillow, tousled brown hair sticking to his damp forehead. His pale chest heaved, nipples hardened from the cool air and overwhelming sensation.
“Oh god— Keonho—” He shook his head frantically, fingers tightening in Keonho’s dark hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him impossibly closer. The wet, obscene sounds of suction and soft gagging filled the small room—far too loud in the otherwise quiet infirmary.
Pressure coiled unbearably tight at the base of Juhoon’s spine. His thighs trembled violently. “I’m close— Keonho, get off—” he warned, voice cracking with panic. He tugged harder at Keonho’s hair, trying to pull him up, but the younger man only hummed around his cock and sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat and firm against the sensitive underside.
Juhoon’s eyes widened in panic. His legs shook uncontrollably, muscles locking as he desperately tried to hold back the rising tide. Sweat slicked his pale skin, making it gleam under the afternoon light. His plump pink lips were parted on ragged gasps, swollen from earlier kisses. Every breath smelled like Keonho—warm skin, faint cologne, and pure hunger.
But Keonho refused to pull away. Those dark, lust-drunk eyes flicked upward, locking onto Juhoon’s flushed, wrecked face with devastating intensity. The eye contact was too much—the sight of Keonho’s handsome face, lips stretched obscenely around him, throat working, eyes half-lidded in raw pleasure.
Juhoon came with a choked cry, back arching sharply off the bed. Thick, hot pulses spilled deep into Keonho’s mouth, each one wringing another helpless shudder from his body. Keonho swallowed greedily around him, throat fluttering, milking every drop with low, satisfied moans that only prolonged the overwhelming pleasure. The wet heat, the tight squeeze, the eager way Keonho took it all—it was filthy and perfect.
When Juhoon finally slumped back, boneless and trembling, Keonho pulled off slowly, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting his swollen lips to the glistening head of Juhoon’s spent cock for a moment before it broke. He licked his lips clean, savoring the taste, then crawled up Juhoon’s body with predatory grace.
“You look so fucking pretty when you fall apart like this, hyung,” Keonho murmured, voice hoarse and dripping with arousal. He kissed Juhoon deeply, sharing the lingering salty-bitter taste on his tongue. One hand stroked soothingly over Juhoon’s quivering thigh while the other carded through his honey-lit hair. “So beautiful. All mine now.”
Juhoon could only whimper softly into the kiss, body still twitching with aftershocks, completely wrecked and glowing with a deep, sated flush across his ethereal features.
“Do you have to be good at everything you do?” Juhoon asks, breathless and barely intelligible. He was still recovering from the intense feeling he had moments ago. Keonho could feel a smile crawling up his face.
“Am I perfect to you?” Keonho asks, feeling his heart do flips. He sits up just a little, hovering over Juhoon’s spent body. He was drinking in the sight in front of him: chest rising and falling in shallow, recovering breaths, plump pink lips parted and trembling. Juhoon’s honey-brown hair was a tousled mess against the white pillow, and his half-lidded eyes were dark with lingering pleasure and growing anticipation.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Keonho mumbles, his hand slowly trailing down Juhoon’s torso, fingertips ghosting over sensitive nipples and the soft plane of his stomach. Keonho moves to kiss Juhoon once more.
Juhoon shivered, soft sounds escaping into Keonho’s mouth when those strong, lotion-slick fingers dipped lower. Keonho grabbed the bottle of lube he’d dropped earlier, popping the cap with his teeth. The cool, slick sound of liquid being squeezed out filled the quiet room, making Juhoon’s breath hitch.
“Relax for me, hyung,” Keonho whispered against his lips. He settled more comfortably between Juhoon’s spread thighs, one hand gently pushing Juhoon’s knee higher, opening him up completely. The cool air kissed Juhoon’s hole, making him acutely aware of how exposed he was.
Keonho’s first finger circled Juhoon’s tight entrance teasingly, spreading the cool lube around the rim in slow, deliberate strokes. The contrast between the slick chill and the heat of Keonho’s skin made Juhoon’s hips twitch. Then Keonho pressed in—just the tip at first—slow and careful, letting Juhoon feel every inch as the tight ring of muscle stretched around his thick finger.
“Keonho, you…” Juhoon gasped, back arching slightly. The intrusion burned sweetly, a deep, full pressure that made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest. Keonho’s finger was long and strong, curling gently inside him, searching, stroking along velvet walls until he found that sensitive spot.
Juhoon’s whole body jolted as white-hot pleasure shot through him. A broken moan tore from his throat, louder than he intended. Keonho smiled, pleased that he had found it so fast and been rewarded with such a beautiful sound.
“There?” Keonho asked, voice husky. He rubbed that spot again and again with devastating precision, slow circles that made Juhoon’s thighs tremble uncontrollably. Wet, squelching sounds accompanied every movement of Keonho’s finger.
Juhoon nodded frantically, one hand fisting the sheets while the other clutched Keonho’s shoulder, nails digging into firm muscle. “Y-yes— fuck, right there—”
Keonho added a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch him open. The fullness intensified, a delicious ache that bordered on too much and not enough. Juhoon could feel every bump of Keonho’s knuckles, the way his fingers twisted and curled, brushing that prostate with every thrust. Heat pooled low in his belly again, his cock hardening fully against his stomach, leaving sticky trails of pre-cum on his pale skin.
Keonho leaned down, mouthing at Juhoon’s thighs, sucking fresh bruises into the delicate skin while his fingers worked him open. Juhoon’s breath came in short, desperate pants. He was aware of Keonho being half-clothed, erection straining in his pants.
A third finger joined the first two, stretching Juhoon wider. The burn was sharper now, but Keonho soothed it with deep, curling strokes and soft kisses along Juhoon’s jaw and collarbone. “You’re taking me so well, hyung,” he praised, voice thick. “So tight and hot inside… Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Juhoon whimpered at the words, clenching involuntarily around Keonho’s fingers. The stretch was intense, bordering on overwhelming, but the constant pressure against his prostate sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. His legs shook, heels digging into the mattress as he rocked down onto Keonho’s hand, chasing more of that blinding sensation.
Keonho watched him with rapt attention, lips parted, cheeks flushed. His own cock ached to replace his fingers, but he took his time—pumping slowly, scissoring, curling, making sure Juhoon was thoroughly slick and open.
“Keonho… please—” Juhoon begged, voice wrecked and breathless, tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of his pretty eyes. “I need you…”
Keonho kept his fingers buried deep inside Juhoon, three thick digits stretching him open with slow, deliberate thrusts.
“Keonho… please…” Juhoon whimpered, hips rolling down greedily onto those invading fingers. Every stroke brushed his prostate with devastating accuracy, sending white-hot sparks of pleasure exploding through his nerves. His cock lay heavy and leaking against his stomach, flushed dark and twitching with every curl of Keonho’s fingers.
But Keonho only smirked, dark eyes gleaming with wicked intent. He slowed his movements to a torturous crawl, barely grazing that sensitive bundle of nerves now. “Not yet, hyung. I want to play with you first.” He leaned down, sucking a fresh bruise just below Juhoon’s ear, tongue lapping at the salty sheen of sweat while his fingers continued their lazy, teasing pumps.
Juhoon’s body trembled. The slow drag of those slick fingers against his inner walls was maddening—full, hot, and never quite enough.
Keonho added a slight twist on the next thrust, pressing firmly against his prostate before pulling back entirely, leaving Juhoon empty and aching. A pitiful whine escaped Juhoon’s throat. His hole clenched around nothing, already missing the fullness.
“Shh,” Keonho soothed, kissing down his chest. He took one hardened nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing it with a hot, wet swirl of his tongue. At the same time, he slid two fingers back in, fucking Juhoon in shallow, teasing strokes that deliberately avoided his prostate. The pleasure built again—slow, simmering heat pooling low in Juhoon’s belly—but every time his cock throbbed harder and his thighs began to shake, Keonho would pull back or change angle, edging him mercilessly.
Juhoon’s hands fisted in Keonho’s hair, tugging desperately. “Keonho, stop being mean,” he gasped, voice cracking beautifully.
Keonho chuckled against his stomach, the vibration traveling straight to Juhoon’s cock. He mouthed lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sharp line of Juhoon’s hipbone before finally wrapping his lips around the leaking head of Juhoon’s cock again. The wet heat was overwhelming—Keonho sucked gently, tongue swirling around the sensitive slit to collect the bitter-salty pre-cum while his fingers resumed their slow, curling thrusts.
Juhoon’s back arched sharply off the bed, a broken moan tearing from his throat. The dual sensation—hot mouth sucking him in deep and fingers stretching and teasing inside—pushed him right to the edge again within minutes. His balls drew up tight, thighs quivering violently as pressure coiled unbearably.
“Close— I’m so close—” he warned, voice wrecked.
Keonho pulled off with a wet pop, fingers sliding out completely at the same moment. Juhoon cried out in frustration, hips jerking into empty air as the orgasm receded cruelly, leaving him throbbing and denied. Tears of overwhelming need pricked at the corners of his pretty eyes.
Keonho kissed him then—deep, possessive, tongues sliding hot and messy together. “You taste so good when you’re desperate,” he murmured against Juhoon’s lips. “Look at you… so pretty and ruined for me already.”
He repeated the cycle twice more. Juhoon’s body became a live wire—every nerve screaming, skin hypersensitive to every touch. The cool air on his wet cock when Keonho pulled away, the burning stretch when fingers returned, the wet heat of Keonho’s mouth, the scrape of teeth, the firm press of a thumb against his rim.
By the fourth edge, Juhoon was sobbing softly, body trembling uncontrollably. His inner thighs were shiny with lube, his hole flushed and fluttering visibly every time Keonho withdrew. “Please… Keonho-ya… I can’t— I need you inside me. Please fuck me—”
Keonho finally relented, stripping off the rest of his clothes, revealing his own aching cock—thick, flushed dark, and dripping.
The sight made Juhoon’s mouth water.
Keonho slicked himself generously with more lube, the wet sounds lewd in the quiet room, then positioned himself between Juhoon’s spread legs.
He rubbed the fat head of his cock against Juhoon’s loosened, slick entrance, teasing the sensitive rim in slow circles. Juhoon looked frustrated, trying to push back onto it, but Keonho held his hips down firmly.
“Beg for it, hyung.”
“I’m yours— please, fuck me, fill me up. I need your cock so bad—” Juhoon’s voice was hoarse, broken with need.
Keonho pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch was intense even after all the prep—a deep, burning fullness that made Juhoon grip the sheets tightly. The boy was still tight enough to draw guttural groans from both of them. When Keonho bottomed out, hips flush against Juhoon’s ass, they both stilled, breathing hard.
The sensation couldn’t even be put into words. Juhoon’s walls clenched rhythmically around the intrusion, drawing a choked moan from Keonho.
“Fuck, you’re so tight… so hot and perfect around me,” Keonho growled, voice strained. He leaned down, capturing Juhoon’s mouth in a messy kiss as he began to move—slow, deep rolls of his hips at first, letting Juhoon feel every drag and thrust.
The friction was exquisite. Keonho’s hands gripped Juhoon’s thighs, spreading him wider as he picked up pace, pounding harder into that perfect heat.
Juhoon’s nails dug into Keonho’s back, leaving red trails as pleasure crested again. This time, Keonho didn’t stop. He fucked him through it, angling every thrust to nail his prostate relentlessly. Juhoon came with a silent cry, back arching sharply, cock pulsing between their stomachs and painting his own skin with white streaks. His hole clenched rhythmically around Keonho’s cock, milking him.
Keonho groaned deeply, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. A few more powerful thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, spilling hot and deep inside Juhoon with a guttural moan. The feeling of being filled, claimed, pushed Juhoon into another wave of aftershocks, body shaking and oversensitive.
They stayed locked together, panting, sweat-slicked skin pressed close. Keonho kissed Juhoon’s temple, his jaw, his swollen lips—soft and reverent now.
“Mine,” he whispered against Juhoon’s skin. “All mine now.”
Juhoon could only nod weakly, utterly wrecked, glowing, and completely satisfied in Keonho’s arms. Reality hadn’t dawned on him yet about what that really meant.