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Woonhak and Taesan were the only two people in the studio room, working on songs for their upcoming album. Woonhak was focused on his laptop screen, his expression serious. His hands never stopped moving as he edited and adjusted tracks, determined to create music that their fans would enjoy. Meanwhile, Taesan was lounging comfortably on the small sofa in the room, a wide grin stretched across his face. At first, the room was quiet. Then Taesan suddenly laughed to himself.
The sound made Woonhak stop working and look over at him. "Hyung, what's so funny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've been hearing you laugh by yourself this whole time."
Taesan laughed again, only making Woonhak more curious. "Try checking what I posted on Weverse," Taesan said.
"Huh? Weverse?" Woonhak looked confused at first before the realization hit him. He let out a sigh, as if he already knew where this was going. Probably another video or picture of him that had been taken without him noticing.
He picked up his phone and opened Taesan's latest post. Sure enough, it was a video of Taesan messing with him while he was asleep. In the video, Woonhak was sleeping soundly with his mouth slightly open. Taesan, who had been with him at the time, apparently got a mischievous idea. He took a plastic wrapper that was wrapped around a pair of chopsticks and carefully stuck it into Woonhak's open mouth, making the plastic stand upright. The video then captured Taesan's laughter, clearly showing how much he enjoyed doing things like this to him.
Now, sitting on the sofa, Taesan watched Woonhak closely, waiting for his reaction. One of his favorite things was seeing Woonhak throw a tantrum. It was the main reason he loved teasing the maknae so much. His eyes sparkled with anticipation as he waited to see what would come out of Woonhak's mouth this time, but the reaction he received was not what he expected.
After a few moments, the room remained silent. Only the sound of the video filled the space. Woonhak's eyes stayed fixed on the screen as the clip replayed over and over again. The older man began to wonder why the maknae wasn't saying anything.
"Woonhak?" Taesan called cautiously. Still, Woonhak said nothing. He stared at the screen with an unreadable expression. "Yah, Kim Woonhak. When your hyung calls you, you should answer!" He thought the warning would finally get a response. Usually, Woonhak would at least talk back in situations like this.
Then, without warning, Woonhak locked his phone and placed it on the desk. He stood up and turned his gaze toward Taesan, who was still leaning comfortably against the sofa. "You had fun recording me?" Woonhak's low voice broke the silence.
For some reason, Taesan suddenly felt nervous under that stare. "Come on, it was just a joke," he said with a laugh. "The fans liked it too, you know." He tried to lighten the atmosphere, but Woonhak's expression remained unchanged. If anything, his gaze only grew colder.
Slowly, Woonhak walked toward the sofa, never taking his eyes off Taesan. Taesan instinctively leaned back, only to realize he had nowhere to go. Behind him were only the backrest of the sofa and the wall.
Woonhak finally stopped directly in front of Taesan. His eyes stared longer at his hyung, that looks very scared, like a frightened cat. A short laugh escaped from Woonhak before he lowered himself to his knee. His large palms lifted on Taesan's legs, slowly crawling to the waistband of Taesan's shorts.
The action only made Taesan more confused. What exactly was Woonhak trying to do?
Before Taesan could react, Woonhak pulled them down along with his boxers and tossed them aside, making his cock spring out in the cold air. Taesan was so shocked that he didn't even have time to stop him. The maknae had moved far too quickly, almost as if he had done this many times before.
After that, Woonhak firmly grabbed Taesan's legs below the knees and lifted them onto his shoulders, making Taesan's breath catch in his throat. Woonhak's face was now directly in front of his exposed lower body.
The position they were in felt incredibly awkward from Taesan's perspective. Anyone could walk into the studio at any moment, and he couldn't even remember whether he or Woonhak had locked the door before coming in.
Taesan glanced down at him and swallowed hard. Whenever Woonhak acted like this, it always made his breathing turn uneven. The younger man's eyes stared up at him from below, burning with intensity, making Taesan feel even more flustered by his behavior. "W-Woonhak, I don't think we should be doing this here..."
He forced out a small laugh, trying to appear calm despite the nervousness creeping into his chest, but instead of answering him, Woonhak simply moved closer. He rested his nose against Taesan's inner thigh, kissed, and inhaled his scent. The unexpected action made Taesan's thigh twitch slightly from the sudden sensation.
Rather than pulling away, Woonhak remained there, kissing his inner thigh more as if he were starving, as though completely captivated by him. He didn't stop there. Taesan's smooth thighs were bitten, making him moan. One of Woonhak's hands came up to gently pat Taesan's hip in a soothing gesture, silently reassuring him. Even that small amount of attention was enough to make Taesan's heart race.
He was grateful that the studio was soundproof. Still, it did little to calm his nerves. When Woonhak noticed Taesan's reaction, the corner of his lips curled into a wider smile. After a moment, he pulled his teeth out of it, leaving a deep bite mark. He leaned back and looked up at him again. His hand slowly traced along Taesan's leg, sending another shiver through him.
By now, Taesan was thoroughly embarrassed. The faint lighting in the room did little to hide the redness spreading across his face. And seeing Taesan like that only seemed to make Woonhak want to tease him even more.
Without wasting any time, Woonhak reached for Taesan's cock, which had been standing erect in front of him the entire time. His thumb played with the tip first, partly to test his reaction but mostly to tease him. His long fingers flicked the sensitive spot several times, causing a small amount of precum to slowly appear. The action left Taesan flustered and short of breath. Once again, his breathing became uneven. His head tilted back, and his lips parted.
Then Woonhak's free hand moved lower, giving attention to the area beneath. He inserted one finger first. Taesan was incredibly tight, making it difficult for him to move. It almost felt as though the tightness was pulling his finger in. So he added a second finger, scissoring them slightly.
"Mngh~! W-Woonhak! D-Don't—" This time, Taesan couldn't hide the sound that escaped him.
Woonhak laughed. "Don't? Your body language already tells me that you want this too, hyung."
Taesan couldn't deny it. He really did want Woonhak to do more than this. As if Woonhak could read his mind, he stopped teasing Taesan's cock and instead wrapped his hand around it firmly, moving it up and down. The fingers inside Taesan increased from two to three, making it easier for him to reach deeper.
Both of Woonhak's hands were incredibly skilled, making Taesan feel as though he was seeing stars. Woonhak spoke softly. "Do you like it, hyung?" Taesan answered only with a deeper moan.
Then, when his fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot deep inside, Taesan tensed up and climaxed before Woonhak had given him permission. "Wow, that fast? Did you really think I was going to stop?" His fingers continued moving inside Taesan, and his hand kept pumping steadily until Taesan became overstimulated.
"So, you're not going to record this time?" Woonhak said with a smirk. "Go ahead and record it. Give the fans proof that I've made you feel this good. Isn't that your favorite thing to do, hyung?"
Taesan opened his eyes slightly and shot Woonhak a deadly glare. "Hey, hey, don't look at me like that," Woonhak said with a grin. "It's only going to make it harder for me to stop." Woonhak's shameless words made Taesan feel both embarrassed and strangely excited at the same time.
His entire body still felt incredibly sensitive. Honestly, he felt like he was on the verge of climaxing again, but he never got the chance because Woonhak had already stopped. Both of Woonhak's hands were sticky with Taesan's cum. He grabbed a tissue from the desk, wiped his hands clean, and threw it into the trash bin.
What Woonhak had done earlier left Taesan exhausted on the sofa. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to recover from everything that had happened. His eyes drifted shut as drowsiness slowly began to take over. He thought that would be the end of the night, but he was wrong.
Suddenly, Woonhak grabbed Taesan's wrist and pulled him up from the sofa. He pulled him toward the edge of the desk where they had been recording earlier and bent him forward over it until his butt was widely exposed, shining under the dim lights in front of Woonhak's eyes.
Before anything else, Woonhak reached out and gave his butt an affectionate squeeze. "Ah! Please—" Woonhak leaned in until his face was beside Taesan's. Then he gave him a firm smack. The sound echoes in the room.
"Please what, hyung? I didn't hear you." he knew Woonhak was pretending not to hear him. He could tell just from the younger man's tone that he was doing it on purpose. Another sharp smack landed, making his butt jiggle. Taesan let out a breathy sound and gripped the edge of the desk tightly to keep himself from falling. His skin felt hot, tingling from the repeated smack.
Before Woonhak repeated his question, he grabbed the back of Taesan's neck with just one hand and forced his face down against the table. The sudden movement left Taesan unable to move, not even an inch. The grip around his neck was firm enough that Woonhak could feel the pulse beating beneath his fingers.
Leaning closer, Woonhak brought his lips near the side of Taesan's face. He blew softly against his skin before speaking in a slow voice, a hint of mischief hidden beneath it. "I said, I didn't hear you." His voice was low, dark, and unsettling. "Do you understand the language I'm speaking, or not? Do I need to teach you how to talk properly here?"
The cruel words sent chills down Taesan's spine. His body began to tremble. He couldn't take the teasing anymore. Using all the strength he had left, he tried to turn his head slightly to the side despite Woonhak's hand holding him in place. His eyes had grown watery as he looked up at Woonhak, who stared back at him with eyes that seemed merciless.
"Please..." His voice shook. "Hyung wants more... Give hyung more attention..." Every word that left Taesan's mouth trembled. He tried to make his voice sound stronger, but it was difficult with Woonhak still holding him firmly in place.
The moment those words left his lips, Woonhak's smile widened, and just like that, he looked every bit like a villain who had successfully stolen his hyung's most precious treasure. "Good boy."
He finally released his grip from Taesan's neck. Then he grabbed the hem of Taesan's shirt and pulled it upward until it was removed. Woonhak licked his lips as he took in the sight before him, as if admiring a feast laid out on the table.
Finally, Woonhak unzipped his own pants, pulled out his cock that had been aching for attention since earlier, and tossed his pants onto the couch. His hands firmly gripped Taesan's hips as he positioned himself directly behind him. Without wasting any time, he gave Taesan's skin a light squeeze before pushing himself fully inside him.
The feeling of being filled made Taesan let out a breathy, seductive sound. Over the years, all of the members had seen each other naked countless times, but he had never expected Woonhak to be this big. It almost felt as though he had been made specifically for him.
Woonhak pulled back, withdrawing halfway before driving forward again with full force. "Ah, hyung~ You feel so good, hyung~ Just lie there and look pretty for me. Only for me."
He continued thrusting at a steady rhythm. Each thrust drew another sound from Taesan. This time, Taesan abandoned his pride, losing himself in the pleasure and forgetting everything else around him.
Woonhak's hands, which had been gripping Taesan's hips tightly, slowly moved upward along his stomach toward his chest. His nipples had already hardened from constantly brushing against the cold surface of the table. He cupped Taesan's chest with both hands and pulled the older man closer until Taesan's back was pressed firmly against the front of his body.
There wasn't even the slightest gap between them. The position allowed Woonhak to sink even deeper inside him, making Taesan's legs tremble beneath him. Thankfully, Woonhak was holding him tightly. Otherwise, he was certain he would have collapsed onto the floor already.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Woonhak resumed his pace, thrusting even faster than before. The force nearly made Taesan collapse onto the table again, but Woonhak's hands, which had been holding his chest, kept him firmly in place. Both of Woonhak's hands were occupied with teasing Taesan's nipples roughly. He knew his hyung liked it because Taesan's moans only grew louder and more desperate. Hearing that, Woonhak let out a quiet laugh. He tugged at them playfully, almost like stretching a rubber band. Taesan was certain his chest would be swollen afterward.
Woonhak then sank his teeth into Taesan's broad shoulder, the result of years of exercise. It felt like a possessive mark, proof that Taesan belonged to him. His thrust only grew stronger. Taesan had already been close, so the younger man wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping at the same time with his thrust.
"W-Woonhak..." A smile spread across Woonhak's face when he heard his name spoken in such a needy tone.
He leaned close to Taesan's ear. His thrust and hand never stopped. "Say my name."
Taesan was already on the edge. "W-Woonhak..."
Still unsatisfied, Woonhak urged him again. "One more time. Scream for the whole building to hear. Loud enough for everyone to know I'm the one making you feel this good."
Gathering every bit of strength he had left, Taesan cried out his maknae's name. "W-WOONHAK...! I-Inside-me- please-"
The younger man smirked. "Request accepted, hyung."
Woonhak thrust and pumped the already slippery cock with relentless energy, pushing Taesan closer and closer to the edge. He buried his face against Taesan's neck, pressing affectionate kisses there while whispering against his skin. "Come for me."
With that permission, Taesan finally reached his climax. His head tipped back as his entire body trembled. His semen almost smeared the stuff on the table. After a few more moments, Woonhak followed soon after. He thrust a few more times, then pulled his cock out.
Taesan had no strength left. The moment everything was over, he let himself fall backward into Woonhak's arms, and Woonhak caught him without hesitation. He pressed a kiss to Taesan's cheek before carrying him back to the sofa. Once there, he carefully cleaned Taesan up and helped him get dressed again. Afterward, he grabbed his own pants and put them back on as well.
Taesan was already half asleep, though he stubbornly tried to keep his eyes open. Woonhak smirked, walking over to him. He gently brushed a hand through Taesan's hair. "Just go to sleep, hyung. I'll finish the rest of the work." Woonhak's low voice sounded almost like a lullaby.
In the end, Taesan fell asleep. Deep down, he told himself he never wanted to make Woonhak angry again, but at the same time... a part of him wanted Woonhak to do this all over again.