Danny He/him. S m u t fanfic writer. MDNI Wenee/Monbebe/Carat/Atiny/Stay/Moa/BRIIZE. BL watcher My works are all cross posted to AO3 as cxmdump. I appreciate all comments and kudos.
M/M | Explicit | CheolChan, SolBoo | WC: 120K | Complete | Tags and AN
Summary:
Home from his first year of college, Chan adds intern to his resume as he begins work at his father's company. On his very first day, one of his colleagues catches his eye. Unfortunately, the older man promptly turns him down, but Chan won't be dissuaded so easily.
Next door, his neighbor and best friend Vernon is a high school senior with a secret. Will his secret end up costing him everything?
A story about two best friends and a summer of dealing with men. Don't be too quick to assume you know who's the hunter and who's the prey.
I want to write an enemy to lovers story with Sohee as the mc but idk who I want the love interest to be. Whoever it is needs to be able to make him a whiny cumslut.
Theo was sitting underneath an oak tree, desperately trying to shield himself from the sun's rays and catch a breeze in the early September heat. The quad where he sat was unusually vacant, but he wasn't bothered by being alone because he was thinking and other people would only distract him. He'd only been on the campus for two weeks and he already had a problem. Theo was anxious and anxiety wasn't a feeling he typically had to deal with, so he was angry. Whenever Theo was faced with an unwanted feeling, he defaulted to anger when he couldn't see a clear path through it. So when Intak found him, he was stewing.
"Hey The- what's wrong with you?" Intak asked.
"I'm just a little annoyed," Theo replied.
"A little," Intak muttered. "Do you wanna eat in the dining hall?" he suggested.
"I guess I could eat. Come on," Theo said.
Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he followed Intak across the quad, listening to him complain about how hard his Psych classes were going to be. Listening to Intak talk was helping to calm him and by the time they were walking inside the dining hall, his anger had dissipated even if his problem wasn't solved. He watched Intak pile his tray with food, but he settled for french fries and a Coke before finding a secluded table so he could fill Intak in on the problem he was having.
"So why are you a little annoyed?" Intak asked, his cheeks bulging with food.
"You're a glutton," Theo said, lip curling.
Intak shrugged. "And you're a whiny little baby. What's wrong with you? Did Keeho ask to be the bottom once?" he asked with a laugh. Theo could feel his cheeks burning, now that it was said out loud he felt silly, but he was still anxious. Even Intak thought it was a joke. "Wait… that's seriously what you're upset about?" he asked, swallowing.
"I'm not upset about it," Theo clarified, sipping his Coke.
"So why are you all red and puffy?" Intak asked.
Theo gasped. "I'm not puffy, you bitch! I'm just anxious to do it, I guess," he said.
"So you've never? Not once? You two are practically dating,"Intak said.
"We're NOT dating," Theo emphasized.
Theo and Keeho first hooked up last semester after they both got drunk at a party. For weeks after that, they had avoided each other, too embarrassed to face what they had done in the light of day. The night had been great for Theo, but he just didn't think of Keeho that way. They didn't have any classes together, but if Theo was at a party, Keeho would only show up after he left and if Intak was having dinner with Keeho in the dining hall, Theo would take his dinner to go and eat in his dorm room. After several weeks of this, Intak had put his foot down and demanded that they both talk, locking them inside his dorm room while they talked.
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"So what are we going to do? Intak was adamant," Keeho said.
"Look, that night was fun, but I don't think dating would be a good idea," Theo said.
"Who said anything about dating? That night was definitely fun, but I don't think we should date either," Keeho said.
"You don't? So why have you been avoiding me?" Theo asked.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Keeho shot back.
"I thought…" and then he burst out laughing and Keeho quickly joined him. "So we've both been avoiding each other because we thought the other one had feelings for them," Theo said.
"We're both idiots. We should have just talked about it," Keeho said.
"Yeah well, I'm glad it doesn't have to be weird anymore," Theo said.
"Me too! I missed hanging out with you," Keeho said.
"So did I," Theo said, throwing his arms around him.
Now that they'd gotten the unpleasantness out of the way, he was glad that he and his friend were back on good terms. Besides Intak, Keeho was his best friend, and college was already difficult enough without losing touch with someone he held dear to him. A weight was lifted from his shoulders as they hugged in the middle of Intak's dorm room. He was about to let go of him when electricity surged through him and he was suddenly transported back to that fateful night. Remembering the way Keeho gripped him, their bodies writhing as he was pinned down and ravaged was at the forefront of his mind.
Theo was suddenly very hot and he sat down on Intak's bed, crossing his legs to hide his growing cock. Across from him, Keeho sat in Intak's chair, also squeezing his legs tight as if he were also battling the same demon. Theo didn't know what possessed him, but he was remembering the way Keeho had made him feel that night. He didn't want to go on dates or call Keeho his boyfriend, but the feelings they created all those weeks ago were making his head spin and he wasn't sure how he could ignore them. Biting his lip, he looked up to see Keeho staring at him intently, and he cleared his throat, snapping Keeho back into focus.
"Do you think…" Keeho started slowly. "I mean, what if we hooked up again?" he asked.
"You mean, just have sex? Nothing else?" Theo asked.
"Exactly. I mean, neither one of us wants to be in a relationship, but we had fun right? What if we were just friends with benefits?" Keeho asked.
It was exactly what Theo had been hoping to hear. Keeho being on the same page as him was all the proof he needed that this was a good idea. Sticking out his hand, Keeho took it and they shook on it. He was wondering when they would test out their newfound relationship when Keeho crept to the door and locked, turning around to look at him expectantly.
"In Intak's bed?" Theo asked.
"He wanted us to make up," Keeho said with a shrug, walking towards him, removing his t-shirt before unbuckling his belt
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"Whether you're dating or not, you two are always pawing at each other," Intak said.
"The sex is great! He just wants to be fucked now. I guess I understand," Theo said, chewing a fry.
"If you're not comfortable just tell him that. I'm sure he wouldn't want you to do it if you're uncomfortable," Intak replied.
"It's not that. I'm not uncomfortable, I'm just nervous. I've never been the top before. What if it's bad?" Theo asked.
"Does he know you've never topped before?" Intak asked.
"He does, I told him," Theo said.
"Well I'm sure he's not expecting you to be an expert," Intak says.
"Maybe, it's just that it's soooo good with Keeho," Theo said, eyes glazing over. "I want it to be just as good for him," he said.
"Is it really that good with Keeho?" Intak asked.
"Oh my God yes. It feels like I'm being split in half sometimes, but—"
"AHHH," Intak said, covering his ears. "Sorry I asked," he said, throwing his hands up.
"What am I going to do?" Theo said, shoulders slumping.
"Alright," Intak said, sitting his cup down. "I have a study group I need to get to, but come by my dorm tonight at about 10. I'm going to help you," he said.
"I'm not going to top you," Theo said.
"No one asked you to, but if you want my help… 10 o'clock," Intak said, taking his tray and leaving.
Theo watched him walk away wondering how on earth he could possibly help him. Intak wasn't quite in the same boat as him; Theo knew that he and ex-boyfriend Jiung had a versatile relationship. Still, what was he planning to do: show him porn and tell him how he should be moving his hips? Theo was clueless, but as he disposed of his own tray of food, he realized that it wouldn't hurt to see what lesson Intak had in store for him. Who knows, Intak might be able to quell his anxiety.
—
By 10 o'clock, a cool breeze was wafting across the campus and he wished he had thrown on pants over the thin running shorts he wore. He didn't know what Intak intended to teach him, but he was more curious than anything at this point. The campus was suspiciously empty again as he made the trek to Intak's dorm. Only the sound of his flip-flops could be heard as he climbed the steps of his building to let himself inside. Theo hated visiting Intak at his dorm because he lived on the fourth floor and the elevator was always broken. By the time he had reached the summit, he was breathing heavily as he wrapped on Intak's door.
"Jeez you're out of shape. How do you expect to top in this state?" Intak asked, letting him in.
"I'll bring my inhaler with me," Theo joked. "So what is this tutorial you have for me? If you wanted to watch porn together you could have just said that," he said.
"No, well, that's not what this is but I have a bukkake video I want to show you later," Intak said. "I'm going to demonstrate to you what you need to do with your body while topping," he said.
"And how do you plan to do that?" Theo asked skeptically.
"You're going to practice and I'm going to give you feedback," Intak said, climbing onto his bed.
"Intak what the hell are you talking about?" Theo said, eyeing him warily.
"By the time I'm done with you, Keeho will be begging for you to fuck him, now climb onto the bed with me," Intak said.
Scoffing and rolling his eyes, Theo stepped out of his flip flops and climbed onto the bed with Intak, staring awkwardly, unsure of what he should be doing. It wasn't until Intak lifted his leg and gestured that he should crawl between did he finally understand. Kneeling in between Intak's legs, he waited for instructions, cheeks burning as Intak scooted down lower until they were touching. He was skeptical, but he had already made the journey and climbed four flights of stairs so Intak had better be on to something.
"OK so, wait hold on," Intak said, taking his pillow and propping it underneath him so that his hips were elevated. "So you just need a little practice. Go ahead, grab my waist," he said.
Muttering oh Christ, he gripped Intak on either side of his waist and waited.
"Wait, this isn't going to work. Let's switch places for a second," Intak said.
Shaking his head, he swapped places with Intak, spreading his legs wide so he could fit between them.
"OK, you see how I'm holding your waist, not so hard that I'm digging into your skin but firm enough to stop you from moving?" Intak asked.
"Yeah, sure," Theo replied.
"That's the grip you want and just start slow," Intak said, grinding his hips into his waist.
Theo watched the way his hips moved against him, and he would have never guessed that Intak could move quite so lithely. In one seamless motion, Intak repeatedly glided against his crotch, and Theo remarked that his movements were firm and tender. Noticing just how thin the fabric of his shorts were, his stomach began to flutter and his cock was beginning to grow. Realizing that Intak would be able to see it, he was starting to feel self-conscious but he looked down to see Intak was also battling a similar problem.
"OK let's try another position," Intak said.
Before Theo could react, Intak was pushing his legs back, holding him bent in half and pressing his knees back. He felt even more exposed as his shorts rode up his thighs, but he couldn't deny that his cock was throbbing as he felt the tip of Intak's cock on his spread hole. Again, Intak moved gracefully, grinding his hips on him, adding a bit more force. Theo knew he was supposed to be learning a lesson, but he could only focus on how turned on he was.
"Don't be afraid to roll your hips around," Intak said, throwing his head back.
Theo could really feel Intak's cock as it pressed onto his hole and his own cock throbbed in response. It was an erotic feeling, and twice he had to bite his lips to keep from moaning.
"Also, you want to make him feel good, so don't forget to caress him," Intak instructed.
Theo's eyes rolled back as Intak reached underneath his shirt, gently trailing down the length of his body, his fingers barely touching his skin. The delicate touch sent a shudder through him, his cheeks blushing red when he noticed a growing wet spot on his shorts. Intak kept him firmly in place as his thrusts grew faster, his cock tenting his own shorts. The sight of Intak's cock protruding made Theo realize that if Intak were actually fucking him, he would be wreaking havoc on his hole.
"OK I think you're ready to try. Remember, you want to start off slow and let him get used to you," Intak said, his voice deeper than normal.
Theo was eager to try what he had learned, but he was also curious and he guided Intak until he was lying on his front. Climbing behind him, Theo spread Intak's legs apart and helped him to arch his back until his upturned ass was high enough to reach his waist. Not wanting to waste any time, he pressed his hard cock onto Intak's ass, reaching underneath him to grip his inner thighs on each side. Taking Intak's advice, he started slowly, grinding his dick onto Intak's ass, his eyes rolling back at the friction on his cock. He was lost in how turned on he was that he didn't realize he was gripping Intak's thighs, and quickly let go, muttering sorry.
"No, that's good. You're the top and you have a willing hole underneath. He wants you to do what you want to him," Intak said.
Theo, having been in the passive role in all of his sexual encounters, knew that Intak was right. There was little he loved more than when Keeho pinned him down and made him take it or wrapped his slender fingers around his neck. Suddenly, everything began to click for him. An instinct that lay dormant inside him, had been awakened and was barreling to the surface. He felt silly that he had ever been nervous; he and Keeho had undeniable sexual chemistry so there was no reason to think they wouldn't if their roles were reversed. He would be the top and if Keeho really wanted to get fucked, Theo would fuck him as hard and deep as he desired.
Taking the initiative, he ran his fingers through Intak's hair before grabbing the thick locks and yanking his head back. Intak gasped underneath him, but Theo was a man possessed, pressing his lips against Intak's ear and reaching around his waist until he could feel his stiff cock in his shorts. He moaned in Theo's ear as he rubbed his hard cock up the length of his hole while Intak moaned underneath him as he rubbed his hard cock in his shorts. The friction on his cock and the knowledge that he was the one making Intak elicit such lewd moans made him increase his pace.
Letting his full weight rest on Intak's back, Theo was beyond containment as he furiously rubbed Intak's cock through his shorts. He felt more powerful than he'd ever felt in his life because he had convinced himself that sex was something that was done to him. Under Intak's direction, he realized that he quite enjoyed being an enthusiastic participant and that his cock was meant for more than his hand and occaKeehoally Keeho's lips. He was covered in sweat, full of energy, and desperate to feel Keeho's hole around his cock. So ensnared was he that he absentmindedly took Intak's earlobe between his teeth.
Intak's high whine was enough to unravel him and he groaned loudly as cum erupted in his shorts. He froze, chest heaving with his lips still on Intak's ear while he continued to rub his cock. It wasn't until he heard a strained Theo and felt liquid heat on his hand did he realize that Intak had also cum through the fabric of the thin shorts he had been wearing. Exhausted, he rolled off of him to lie on his back as Intak caught his breath next to him. For a few minutes neither one of them spoke and Theo gradually came back down to earth. He wasn't anxious about topping anymore thanks to Intak, but he was wondering if he had gone too far when Intak finally turned around.
"I think you're ready for Keeho," he said, plopping his head on the pillow.
"You really think he'll like it?" Theo asked, turning to face him.
"If you do that to him, I'm sure he will," Intak said.
"Good because he wants me to fuck him tomorrow night," Theo said.
"You're gonna be a top. I feel like a proud papa," Intak said.
"Well, dad I'm exhausted so I'm gonna sleep here," Theo said.
"Whatever," Intak said, rolling his eyes before fixing his gaze at him. Wanna make out?" he asked.
Theo regarded him closely. They had made out drunk a few times before; they just liked kissing and Theo thought Intak was good at it. Theo was also feeling grateful to Intak, so he shrugged and got closer, intertwining their legs and pressing their cummy crotches together before slithering his tongue in Intak's mouth.
—
As he waited for Keeho to come out of the shower, Theo's anxiety had returned. He wasn't nervous like before, but he was excited and couldn't wait to try out what Intak had taught him. More than anything, he wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for Keeho. After weeks of. Keeho making Theo's toes curl, Theo wanted to return the favor. Theo also realized that switching to a more versatile sexual relationship would benefit both of them on those days where Keeho wanted him, and Theo just wasn't in the mood to get fucked or those days Theo wanted Keeho and Keeho was too exhausted to make the journey to his dorm, much less climb on top of him.
He heard the shower cut off first and he immediately sensed blood flow to his cock and he had to force himself to relax; it wouldn't do for him to cum three strokes in. Feeling restless, he got up from where he lay and sat on the edge of the bed as Keeho entered with a towel wrapped around his waist. Theo pretended to look away as Keeho moisturized his skin eliciting a laugh from him.
"You don't have to turn away to protect my dignity. There aren't any secrets between us where our naked bodies are concerned," Keeho said.
"You're just that comfortable with me being around while you're naked?" Theo asked.
"Aren't you?" Keeho shot back.
Unsure, Theo pulled off his shirt and shimmied out of his shorts until he was just as naked as Keeho. As he stood there he decided he wasn't uncomfortable being naked around him. Keeho had seen and licked every inch of him. What was there to be embarrassed about? Feeling more at ease, he climbed onto Keeho's bed and watched as he continued to moisturize his skin. Theo knew that Siion was hot, but he never stopped to appreciate the beauty of his body. The way his veins cascaded down his arms like ivy, the way his soft cock swung as he moved, and the way his broad shoulders led the eye down to his narrow waist. Keeho could have anyone for a fuck buddy, and he chose Theo and Theo felt a sense of pride in that. Theo also felt an overwhelming desire to reduce him to a whimpering heap around his dick the same way Keeho had done to him so many times.
Cock lengthening, he got up from where he lay and walked to Keeho, taking the lotion from his hand and turning him to place his hands on the wall. Keeho didn't react to being manhandled by Theo even when his legs were kicked apart and his back was arched for him. Reaching underneath him to grab his cock, Theo pressed his lips against Keeho's taut ring. As he felt Keeho's cock growing in his hand, Theo licked his tight hole, enjoying the way it flexed on his tongue. Theo rimming Keeho wasn't a new thing for them, but knowing that his cock would soon follow made his cock twinge and he brought his palm down hard on Keeho's ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from him.
For several minutes he sucked Keeho's hole until Keeho's whimpers became more urgent and his legs began wobbling. Kissing a trail up his spine, Theo's hands traversed up the length of his smooth abs before taking his nipples between his fingers and pinching the brown nubs and making Keeho throw his head back. Carefully, Theo ushered Keeho back to his bed, his lips planted on his exposed neck before collapsing onto the bed. He groaned as he ground his leaking cock against Keeho's exposed ass, resisting the urge to ram it inside the way it was; he had bottomed enough times in his life to know that would end things fast. So he reached for the lube that Keeho kept in his nightstand, pouring a large amount onto Keeho's hole before pressing it in with two of his fingers. Theo had underestimated just how tight Keeho's hole would be and it brought him up short.
"You've bottomed before right?" Theo asked.
"Nope," Keeho responded as a matter-of-fact, turning on his back to face him.
His anxiety began to return at this news. In his hands he had the power to turn Keeho off from bottoming forever. I also have the power to make Keeho a major cockslut, he thought to himself. Aiming for the latter, he did his best to stretch Keeho's tight hole in preparation, but he was having difficulty. Keeho's hole felt like a vice even around his fingers; fitting his cock inside was going to be a challenge and he didn't want to hurt him. Theo wouldn't consider his cock pornstar big, but he was proud of it and he knew that it wouldn't exactly be easy for someone's first time.
"I'm gonna try for three fingers, just tell me if it's too much," Theo said, entering a third finger.
He watched Keeho's face for signs of discomfort, but Keeho looked more intrigued than anything. Taking that as a sign, he pressed deeper until Keeho cried out, taking his cock in his hand as he looked at Theo in amazement.
"That was my prostate?" Keeho asked.
"I think so. You like that?" Theo said, sticking out his tongue and focusing on the spot again and massaging it.
"Theo!" Keeho whined, stroking his cock and flailing his head.
Theo stretched his hole for a bit longer, adding more lube before lubing his own cock and shifting Keeho to lie on his front, putting his back in a deep arch. Taking a deep breath, he lined his cock with Keeho's glistening hole and pressed forward. As gentle as he wanted to be, he was not breaking through Keeho's tight ring.
"I'm relaxing as much as I- UGH!" Keeho cried out while Theo groaned simultaneously
Theo threw his head back as Keeho's hole snapped shut around his cock, basking in Keeho's exquisite warmth that took his breath away. He was perfectly content to stay that way to let Keeho milk his cock, but he snapped into focus when Keeho's whimpering penetrated his ear. Remembering what Intak taught him, he moved slowly as he began to weave in and out of Keeho's hole while gently caressing his back and planting kisses on his neck.
Having only bottomed before, he began to pick up certain cues from Keeho; cues that let him know he could increase his pace and soon the sound of skin slapping began to rival the sound of Keeho's lustful moans. Dozens of feelings warred inside of him as he pumped away at Keeho's no longer virgin hole. Keeho's urgent moans and his cries of yes and fuck me, were making Theo's head spin, never imagining that he could elicit such moans from another man. Theo knew that he was pretty and men wanted to bed him, but they always wanted to fuck him. They might want to suck his cock to turn him on, but that's where things usually stopped. He now realized that his cock was for more than making it easier to men to fuck his hole. His cock could be used to give the same pleasure that he received when he was being fucked and it filled him with pride.
Theo was also completely enraptured by the way Keeho's hole gripped his cock without mercy. He enjoyed jerking off and he enjoyed it when Keeho wrapped his lips around his cock, but neither compared to the way hole made him feel. Keeho's gripping wet heat was altering his brain chemistry, and their sexual relationship would never be the same. His sex life going forward could never be the same. Bottoming had felt natural to him in the beginning, but now that topping felt just as natural, he could never go back.
Remembering his lessons from Intak, he ran his fingers through Keeho's hair, grabbed a fistful, and jerked his head back. Just like with Intak, he reached his arm around his neck and snaked his other arm around his waist and took hold of his hard cock and he stroked it. Fueled by Keeho's moans of pleasure, he pounded into him relentlessly as sweat poured down his back. Unable to contain himself, he stuck his tongue in Keeho's ear before taking his earlobe between his teeth. He was completely ensnared, but he froze in his tracks, eyes snapping open as Keeho's hole violently contracted around his cock and he planted himself deep as his orgasm ripped through him.
Shaking uncontrollably, his thoughts were in a dizzying array as Keeho's hole milked him. He noticed warmth around his hand first and he realized that Keeho was cumming and a smirk light up his face. Theo also noticed that he was squeezing Keeho tightly, the feel of his hole spasms on his cock becoming too much to bear. With a shudder he ripped his cock out of Keeho's hole with a plop. Heart racing, he collapsed onto Keeho's back, their sweaty bodies writhing as they each fought to catch their breath. Theo hoped very much that Keeho had enjoyed it because he did. He doubted it was perfect, but he never wanted to be perfect.
"How was it?" Theo asked tentatively.
Keeho didn't answer him, but instead planted their lips together, taking Keeho's tongue in his mouth before climbing on top of him. Theo was confused, but he returned Keeho's kiss until Keeho broke apart from him. Again, is all Keeho said.
—
After knocking on his door, Theo waited for Intak to let him in, certain he was probably still sleeping, but he needed to see him and he didn't want to wait for him to wake up at noon. When Intak finally opened the door for him, Theo tilted his head at the state of him. With his hair thrown haphazardly on top of his head, it was clear that he had just woken up. He was wearing a Monsta X concert t-shirt with Shownu's face featuring prominently that was clearly a size too small for him, his stomach showing. Intak also wore black briefs and nothing else, his morning boner protruding prominently. Theo wondered if he always answered the door like this when he was barely awake.
"Theo? What time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Time to get up," Theo replied, letting himself in. "I have to tell you about last night," he said.
"Oh that's right! How did it go? Tell me everything," Intak said, suddenly alert.
Theo filled him in on everything. He told Intak about his realizations, and how much he enjoyed topping. He described how tight Keeho's hole was in great detail, and Intak wondered out loud if Keeho would bottom for him also. Theo also told him how Keeho had ridden his cock several times throughout the night until they collapsed into a sweaty heap at 3am.
"I just wanted to say thank you. Your lessons really helped," Theo said finally.
"My sweet little Theo is a top now," Intak said, pinching his cheek and Theo whined until he was out of Keeho's reach. "You want to practice again?" he asked.
Theo couldn't help but notice that Intak's boner hadn't deflated in the twenty minutes he had been there. With a shrug, he stepped out of his jeans before forcing Intak onto his back.
"You're the hoodie thief," Sunghoon said, picking it up to examine it.
"I'm pretty sure you left it here- Sunghoon don't smell it!" Sunoo exclaimed, hopping out of bed to snatch it from him. "I wore it today when I went running, I was going to wash it before giving it back to you," he said.
"Why can't I smell it?" Sunghoon said, snatching it back and pressing it against his nose.
"I'm gonna start the movie without you," Sunghoon yelled out as he waited for his boyfriend to come back.
"You have the patience of a child," Sunoo replied as he came in holding a bowl of popcorn.
"Angelina has spies to kill," Sunghoon said.
"Salt again?" Sunoo asked.
"I love it," Sunghoon replied, taking popcorn and feeding it to Sunoo.
"I know you do. Nothing wrong with women who kill," Sunoo said.
Sunghoon threw his arm over Sunoo's shoulder. Their date nights were the only thing that got him through the week. He hated his job and he hated living alone even more, but Sunoo wasn't ready to live together and the last thing Sunghoon wanted to do was pressure him. So they had date nights and sleepovers. A sleepover wasn't planned for this date night, but he looked forward to it all the same, ordering Sunoo's favorite pizza even though it was his turn to pick the movie and he picked Salt for the third time. He didn't know why he liked it so much, but he watched it whenever he could.
An hour into the movie, he stretched out on the couch so he could rest his head in Sunoo's lap so Sunoo could run his fingers through his hair. This was the part of their date nights that he treasured, when they could just be with each other. Sunoo wasn't the type to need every silence filled and neither was he. Besides, he always needed to be touching Sunoo in some way. Even if all he could do was lay a hand on him, feeling Sunoo next to him had a calming effect on him and laying his head in his lap was enough to put him to sleep if he let it.
In the final ten minutes of the movie, Sunghoon noticed the sound of rain beginning to fall outside, but he thought nothing of it until a boom of thunder rocked Sunoo's apartment and Sunoo's grip on his arm tightened. He quickly sat up and pulled Sunoo close to him, knowing just how much Sunoo hated thunderstorms.
"I'm happy to stay," Sunghoon suggested.
"Would you?" Sunoo asked, looking at him.
"Of course I'll stay," Sunghoon said, kissing his forehead.
"Good because I'm ready to go to bed," Sunoo said.
So he turned off the TV and took Sunoo's hand as he was dragged to his bedroom, turning off lights as they went. While Sunoo crawled into the bed, Sunghoon noticed his sweater sitting on the back of a chair pushed into a desk.
"You're the hoodie thief," Sunghoon said, picking it up to examine it.
"I'm pretty sure you left it here- Sunghoon don't smell it!" Sunoo exclaimed, hopping out of bed to snatch it from him. "I wore it today when I went running, I was going to wash it before giving it back to you," he said.
"Why can't I smell it?" Sunghoon said, snatching it back and pressing it against his nose.
Sunoo's sweaty scent worked to unravel his brain, sending wave after wave of impulses directly to his cock while Sunoo tugged at the sweater to get it back from him.
"Sunghoon!" Sunoo scolded, hitting his arm and snatching it away again, placing it in the back of his closet.
Sunghoon stared sheepishly at him while his cock throbbed in his pants, but he didn't protest. Another boom of thunder sent Sunoo scurrying underneath the blanket and Sunghoon removed his shirt and pants before joining him, turning out the bedside lamp next to him. Underneath the blanket, he couldn't escape the way Sunoo's scent had made him feel and he pulled him close to him. Sunoo's giggles turned to breathy moans as Sunghoon's hands roamed underneath his shirt and he took his earlobe between his teeth. Only when Sunghoon reached for his waistband, did Sunoo finally stop him.
"Sunghoon, I'm so tired. I've been awake since 5am," Sunoo whined as Sunghoon managed to run his fingers through the smattering of hair just inside his boxers, but he finally relented at Sunoo's request.
Instead he forced Sunoo's legs apart with his own, intertwining them, and tried to ignore the way his cock ached for Sunoo. Even when Sunoo's even breathing alerted him of the fact that he was asleep, Sunghoon continued to lay there wide awake, his mind racing. It wasn't unusual for the essence of Sunoo to get him going, but he was particularly turned on that night. He couldn't help but think of how he would be nose deep in Sunoo if he had been given the green light, but he was tired so Sunghoon didn't push it. With a sigh, he pulled Sunoo closer and shut his eyes. Sunoo lying in his arms was enough to satiate him and he was beginning to like thunderstorms.
"Where are you going with that? I said I would wash it," Sunoo said, stopping him in his tracks.
"It's fine. I'm doing laundry today anyway, so I'll just take it," Sunghoon said.
"Alright," Sunoo said, eyeing him suspiciously. "I need to get going or I'll be late for work. Do you wanna sleep over again?" he asked.
"Hell yeah," Sunghoon said, taking his waist in his arms.
"OK, well I'm going to the gym after work, so I'll be back at 4," Sunoo said.
"I'll be here," Sunghoon said, leaning over and kissing his lips before they walked out the front door.
It was Saturday and Sunghoon had a few errands to run while Sunoo went to work. Sunoo worked as something that Sunghoon suspected boiled down to tech support, but he couldn't be sure. The day Sunoo had explained it to him, his eyes had glazed over, fighting the urge to bite and ravage him. Sunghoon was always battling the urge to bite him, but he failed occasionally, sinking his teeth into Sunoo's arm or his inner thigh. Sunoo had asked him about it once, and Sunghoon didn't have an explanation for him. He loved him so much that sometimes he felt the urge to bite him.
Sunghoon really did have to do laundry and would need to pack clothes for himself including little things that he liked to leave at Sunoo's house for those impromptu sleepovers. He was loading his washing machine when he took the hoodie Sunoo had worn while running and sniffed it again. Immediately the smell of Sunoo's sweat ensnared his brain and he quickly finished loading the washer before dashing to his living room. With his pants around his ankles, he sat on his couch and took his cock in his hand.
Pressing the hoodie into his face, he sniffed deeply as he stroked his cock, groaning as Sunoo's sweaty scent overwhelmed him. A vision of Sunoo standing in front of him suddenly occupied his thoughts. In the vision, Sunoo appeared at his most desirable to Sunghoon: his nipples protruding against the white tank top he wore that stopped just above the black running shorts that were just long enough to cover the top of his thighs. That was the Sunoo that drove him crazy with lust. It was that Sunoo, barefoot with his arms and legs showing, that he wanted to devour endlessly.
Sniffing deeply, he began to feel a bit lightheaded, but that didn't deter him as he stroked his cock, the sound of his bouncing balls slapping against his skin. The fading scent of Sunoo's sweaty pits were driving him, but he quickly realized it wasn't enough. Even as he came with a loud roar, he knew he needed more. Sitting there covered in sweat and his own cum, he couldn't focus on the aftermath of his orgasm, but on how he would get more of Sunoo's scent. Waiting for him to workout in his hoodie again wasn't a good plan, he needed to satiate himself now. He thought of stealing an article of clothing from Sunoo, but Sunoo would notice and he would have to explain.
He racked his brain, thinking that what he really wanted was unfettered access to the source. Sunoo always smelled fresh and clean to him, but he wanted to plant his face into his sweaty armpit. That's when the idea struck him. Sunoo would workout that day and come home to shower because he hated showering at the gym. Sunghoon would have to be cunning about it, but he would find a way to get Sunoo to allow Sunghoon to feast on him before he showered. Content with his plan, he got up and continued his chores and running his errands.
Sunoo would be home from the gym in an hour, and Sunghoon knew his plan to get him in bed before showering wouldn't be easy, so he went over his plan to soften him up. The first place he went to was a liquor store that carried a bottle of wine that Sunoo liked. Sunghoon didn't like it, thinking it was too sweet and not strong enough, but Sunoo liked sipping it, so he bought a bottle of it. The next place he ventured was a flower shop. Sunoo loved getting flowers, and Sunghoon figured flowers could only help his mood, so he got him an arrangement of lilies.
Outside of Sunoo's apartment, he felt like a stalker as he waited in his car for him to show up and he wondered if he was being crazy and perverted, but he had to do this. Sunghoon couldn't even explain to himself why he needed to press his face into Sunoo's sweaty pit, but a switch had been turned on inside of his brain. He had heard of guys like this; guys who called themselves scent pigs and he didn't believe that applied to him. He believed his desire was for Sunoo because he liked everything about Sunoo. Why wouldn't he also like his scent?
At 4 on the dot, Sunoo's car came around the corner, parking directly in front of his apartment, and Sunghoon hopped out of his own car, carrying Sunoo's flowers and his wine. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the street where Sunoo was, calling out to him to avoid startling him.
"You're right on time," Sunoo said, and Sunghoon had to remind himself to focus when he noticed the pit stains on his shirt.
"You said 4 o'clock, besides I missed you," Sunghoon said, leaning over to kiss his lips.
"You slept on top of me last night," Sunoo said, opening the door.
"And I spent the whole day missing you," Sunghoon said, holding onto his waist as Sunoo climbed the steps to his apartment.
"Someone's clingy today," Sunoo said.
Sunghoon shrugged as he waited for Sunoo to unlock the door. He knew he didn't have much time before Sunoo made a beeline for the shower, so he sprung into action.
"For you," he said, handing Sunoo the flower and the wine.
"For me? That's so sweet," Sunoo said, sniffing the flowers. "Thank you, I love them," he said, standing on the tips of his feet to kiss him.
Sunghoon kissed him back, taking his tongue in his mouth and pressing their bodies close and reaching low enough to hoist Sunoo onto his waist and carrying him to his bedroom. Gently laying him on his back, he proceeded to burrow his face into the crock of Sunoo's neck, eliciting moans of pleasure for him before he could feel him pushing him away. Begrudgingly, he pulled away from him, breathing heavily.
"What's the problem?" Sunghoon asked, his voice deep and longing.
"I went to the gym. I need to shower," Sunoo said.
"Don't worry about it," Sunghoon said, reaching for the band of his sweatpants.
"Sunghoon," Sunoo said breathlessly, but he could feel Sunoo's fingers running through his hair and he knew he was golden.
Before Sunoo could come to his senses, Sunghoon made quick work of his shirt before taking his hands and pining his arms above his head. With a deep groan, he pressed his nose against Sunoo's hairy exposed armpit, shuddering as the scent ripped through him like an electric current. Unable to contain himself, he ground his hard cock into Sunoo, desperate for him as Sunoo whimpered underneath him. He was a man possessed as he focused his attention lower, taking Sunoo's nipple into his mouth, encircling the brown nub with his tongue before taking it between his teeth.
He kept his focus on Sunoo's nipples until he could feel his hard cock in his sweatpants and he knew his plan had worked. Just the scent of Sunoo's armpit was making him feel insane, so he knew his perversions were real and would need to be satiated in the future. He didn't know how he would explain everything to Sunoo without sounding like a freak, but he hoped he would understand. It's not like he was asking Sunoo to quit bathing all together or to only have sex with him after the gym, only sometimes. He still liked the way Sunoo smelled after using all of his soaps and body mists. He just wanted to smell his sweaty pits occasionally.
As he kissed and licked down the length of Sunoo's belly, he pulled down his pants until Sunoo was clad only in his black briefs. Sunghoon was in a daze as he burrowed his face into widespread legs, sniffing deeply as the musky scent unraveled his brain. Taking the head of Sunoo's cock in his mouth, he sucked the covered tip while Sunoo ran his fingers through his hair. Another violent shudder ripped through him and he was beginning to feel like a feral animal, guided by scents and lust. Still, with Sunoo panting underneath him, he pushed forward to see how far he could take things.
His next step was to remove his underwear completely, sniffing them deeply before putting them in arms reach. He watched Sunoo blush crimson, biting his lip, but he didn't say anything as Sunghoon pushed his legs back to expose his hairless hole. Sunghoon devoured Sunoo's hole, moaning lewdly as his sweaty scent took over his thoughts. With his nose firmly pressed on Sunoo's taint, he licked and sucked his tight ring, unable to contain himself as his palm came down hard on Sunoo's ass. Sunghoon soon realized he was crazy, and Sunoo had made him this way with his intoxicating scent.
Fixing his gaze on Sunoo, he reached for the bottle of lube he knew was in Sunoo's nightstand, squirting a large amount on Sunoo's waiting hole and groaning when he stuck two of his fingers inside. Unable to wait any longer, he lined his cock with Sunoo's puckering hole and pushed forward, stopping to take Sunoo's hands in his, interlocking their fingers. As he pushed forward, he raised Sunoo's arms above his head as he laid flat on top of him. Sunoo's hot, wet tightness enveloped him, making his eyes roll back as he snaked deep inside of him. Opening his eyes he could see Sunoo's face contorted in discomfort, and he waited like he always did for him to adjust. Sure, he wanted Sunoo to enjoy it, but he had pent up lustful energy that he intended to take out on Sunoo's hole.
Planting his face into Sunoo's exposed armpit, his cock throbbed as the scent overwhelmed him, and Sunoo groaned when he rammed his cock into him hard. Sunghoon usually settled into a leisurely pace as Sunoo got used to his cock, but as he sniffed deeply his need became too much to contain. He felt for Sunoo as he whined in his ear, but Sunghoon was lost in the way Sunoo's hole gripped his cock and the way his sweaty armpits sent a shockwave of mind-numbing desire through his entire body.
Feeling Sunoo reach between them to take his cock in his hand, Sunghoon's pace increased until the sound of skin smacking was nearly as loud as Sunoo's moans. He was exhausted and sweat was pouring down his back, but he couldn't stop as he rapidly approached the orgasm that he could feel coming and still he sniffed. Sunghoon sniffed deeply until he began to feel lightheaded, white spots beginning to obscure his vision. It wasn't until he felt Sunoo's hole gripping wildly around his cock that he froze as cum ripped from his body. Sunoo's hole continued to spasm and milk his cock as his senses began to resharpen and he could hear Sunoo whimpering in his ear.
Breathing heavily, he looked into his boyfriend's tear-stained face and he began to come down to reality. He was starting to feel bad about losing control like that, when he looked down to see Sunoo's hand wrapped around his own cock, cum still oozing from him. Smirking, he kissed his lips before getting up from the bed and walking into Sunoo's kitchen before making a detour to his bathroom. He returned with a damp hot towel and a water bottle in hand, wiping his boyfriend's sweaty face and upturning the water bottle to his lips.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" Sunghoon said, cheeks reddening as he climbed into the bed with him again, wrapping his arms around his sweaty body.
"Yes, but not in a bad way," Sunoo said, sipping the water. "Like I'll probably be sore, but a good kind of sore, you know?" he said.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," Sunghoon said, kissing the back of his head.
"I think I do. What was that with the underwear? You sniffed it," Sunoo said.
Sunghoon knew he was really red now. In the aftermath, he knew Sunoo must think he was weird.
"I guess I like the way your sweat smells," Sunghoon said.
"Is that why you got me the flowers and the wine? To butter me up?" Sunoo said and they both laughed.
"Yeah," Sunghoon admitted. "But I also wanted to do something nice for you," he said.
They sat in silence for a moment and Sunghoon was thrilled with how understanding Sunoo was being. He was beginning to relax with Sunoo broke the silence.
"Since we're admitting stuff… I love the way you make love to me. It's sweet and tender and perfect, but…" Sunoo said.
"But?" Sunghoon prompted.
"Sometimes, not always, but sometimes I need you to really fuck me like you did today," Sunoo said.
Sunghoon's mouth hung open in shock, but he quickly pulled himself together and cleared his throat.
"I don't think that's a crazy request. Just like sometimes, again not always, but sometimes I might want to ambush you after the gym," Sunghoon said.
"That's fine, but I draw the line at you stealing my underwear," Sunoo said.
Sunghoon laughed, but Sunoo didn't know that was a line he fully intended to cross.
Lying in bed every day, drunk more often than sober, and missing days of work at a time. Hating you helped me break out of that. I couldn't go on loving you
"Hoseok I'm going to kill you," Hyungwon said, wiping away iced coffee from his jeans.
"I'm sorry. Blame Minhyuk, he's the one skulking in the shadows," Hoseok said.
"Don't pin this on me. Nearly 200 pounds of brawn and a scaredy cat," Minhyuk replied.
"I wasn't a scaredy cat last night," Hoseok shot back, and Hyungwoon sniggered at his blushing face.
"He definitely didn't sound scared last night," Hyungwon said. "Oh Hoseok, it's too much," he said in a high pitched voice, eliciting laughter from Hoseok.
"I can't stand you bitches," Minhyuk said before storming off.
Hyungwon chuckled as he walked away before sighing; he could not spend the rest of the day in these jeans and going home was just too inconvenient.
"I'm not going to be able to enjoy a movie like this," Hyungwon sighed.
"I'm sorry, but you can borrow a pair of my shorts," Wonho suggested.
"Shorts?" Hyungwon asked.
Hyungwon avoided shorts at all costs, hating the way he looked in them. He thought his legs were too skinny and it became glaringly obvious when he wore shorts. The only time he wore shorts was in the privacy of his own home. Maybe he had time to run to the mall and buy a pair of jeans. Even though he knew he was being silly and that no one would be thinking about his legs, he just couldn't spend the day wearing a pair of Hoseok's shorts.
"Look, the movie starts in fifteen minutes. It's that or wearing the coffee-stained jeans," Hoseok said, holding up a pair of white running shorts.
"And just how am I supposed to fit into a pair of shorts that have been stretched out by that," Hyungwon said, turning him around and grabbing two handfuls of his ass.
"I know you just wanted an excuse to touch my butt. You need only ask, but we're out of options," Hoseok replied.
"Fine," Hyungwon said, snatching the shorts from him.
He quickly shimmied out of his wet pants before accepting a towel from Hoseok and wiping away any remaining coffee. With a sigh he pulled on the shorts, tying the drawstring tight around his waist before admiring himself in Hoseok's mirror. The shorts stopped two inches above his knees and he groaned at how exposed he felt. His pale legs were long and hairless and the shorts baggy fit made him feel like his cock and balls were on display. He turned to Hoseok with a scoff.
"I can't believe you work out in this. How does your junk not fall out?" Hyungwon asked.
"Who says it doesn't?" Hoseok replied.
"You're just as slutty as Minhyuk," Hyungwon spat.
"I don't know what you're complaining about. You have nice legs," Hoseok said.
"You're just saying that," Hyungwon said, turning in the mirror.
"No, I mean it," Hoseok said.
"He's right," came a voice that startled him.
Hyungwon froze as the familiar voice made his blood run cold. He intended to thump Hoseok for not mentioning that he was back in town. Taking a deep breath, he slowly turned around just to come face to face with the man he had spent the last year hating.
"Hyunwoo, I didn't know you were back in town and coming to the movie with us," Hyungwon said, ears burning and painfully aware that his legs were showing.
"Well I hadn't planned on it and I don't have to go if it's uncomfortable for you," Hyunwoo said.
"Just come with us. We broke up nearly a year ago. I hope we've both moved on," Hyungwon said.
"I have," Hyunwoo said, putting his hand on his chest before walking towards him.
"Good because so have I," Hyungwon said, backing against the wall, desperate to cover his legs from his gaze.
"We should probably get g-" Minhyuk said as he came back in, stopping to take in the sight of him pressed against the wall.
"Hyunwoo's coming with us," Hyungwon said, looking at him pointedly.
"Well we should probably go," Minhyuk said, taking out his phone. "It really doesn't make sense for us to take more than one car," he said.
"My car's too small for all of us," Hoseok said.
"My Jeep's out front. I don't mind driving," Hyunwoo said.
"Sounds like a plan. Let's go," Hyungwon said, quickly taking Minhyuk's arm and steering them out of the room.
"What was that about?" Minhyuk asked when they were alone.
"Just Hyunwoo being an ass," Hyungwon replied.
"Well that ass definitely still wants you," Minhyuk said.
"He's just screwing with me. It's been a year. There's nothing there," Hyungwon said.
"He wants to screw with you alright," Minhyuk said.
"Nastiness comes so easy to you," Hyungwon said.
"I know, I'm charming," Minhyuk said, climbing into the backseat of Hyunwoo's Jeep.
He rolled his eyes as Hoseok and Hyunwoo finally arrived, but confusion gripped him when Hoseok got into the backseat with Minhyuk. He was about to complain when Hyunwoo opened the front passenger door and presented it to him. With no other option, he climbed into the front seat and Hyunwoo closed the door behind him. Arms crossed, he sat there annoyed at Hoseok and Minhyuk as Hyunwoo came meandering to the driver's seat. As the engine came to life, he stared out the window, not wanting to make conversation.
"Alright, let's be off. Wait… allow me," Hyunwoo said, reaching over to pull the seatbelt over his body.
Hyungwon tried not to think about how good Hyunwoo's cologne smelled and instead watched passing cars as Hyunwoo sped off. He was soon gripping the door handle when he remembered how insane Hyunwoo drove, weaving in and out of passing cars and turning at a skid.
"Are you in a rush?" Hyunwon finally asked.
"What? I always drive like this," Hyunwoo said.
"I would like to get there in one piece," Hyungwon shot back.
"Relax, Wonnie. You're too tense," Hyunwoo said, taking hold of his knee.
Hyungwon didn't immediately react to Hyunwoo's hand on his knee because it was such a normal thing that happened when they were together, but he remembered they weren't together and pushed him off. Hyunwoo chuckled as he moved his hand away and Hyungwon could feel his cheeks burning. He hated that even after a year Hyunwoo still had this effect on him, but he and Hyunwoo could never work. Hyunwoo had moved three hours away for a job and Hyungwon didn't begrudge him that, but he had no interest in a relationship with that much distance. Hyungwon also wouldn't accept Hyunwoo giving up the job just for him so they had broken up. In the aftermath of their breakup, Hyungwon had found it easier to hate him; he had been willing to do anything to stop crying over him. So he hated him, not for any real thing Hyunwoo had done, but because hating him made it easier to breathe.
"Look at that. We made it to the movie with time to spare," Hyunwoo said.
"And we didn't die in a ball of fire. I appreciate that, truly," Hyungwon said, rolling his eyes.
"You're so icy," Hyunwoo said, gripping his thigh and he had to fight to remove himself from his clutches.
By the time they were in line at the concession stand, he was feeling flustered, and he pulled Minhyuk aside while Hyunwoo and Hoseok chatted with each other.
"Minhyuk, I need you to be a buffer between me and Hyunwoo," he said flatly.
"You're not still hung up on him are you?" Minhyuk asked.
"Of course not," Hyungwon replied quickly. "But he's saying things and touching me and I'm starting to forget why I hate him," he said.
"It hasn't been 20 minutes and you're spiraling," Minhyuk said.
"Yeah well Hyunwoo never needed that long to make me feel crazy," Hyungwon said.
"Damn girl, he really does make you insane doesn't he?" Minhyuk said.
"You have no idea. Listen, when we get in there you and Hoseok have to sit between us," Hyungwon said.
"Alright, but I doubt that'll help," Minhyuk replied.
"What do you mean?" Hyungwon asked.
"Hoseok said he's in town for at least a week. He's gonna make light work of you," Minhyuk said.
Hyungwon sighed. Hyunwoo being in town for that long would give him ample opportunity to sink his claws into him again. The problem wasn't that he was unwilling, the problem is that when Hyunwoo invariably went back home, Hyungwon would have to deal with the wreckage that Hyunwoo would leave in his wake. Hyungwon didn't want to spend the next month crying over him.
"I'll figure it out. Maybe he's not even thinking about me," Hyungwon said.
Hyungwon didn't miss the look that Minhyuk gave him that said be serious and he groaned as they rejoined Hoseok and Hyunwoo in the line, but no longer hungry, he settled for a Coke Zero. In the theater, he waited for Hyunwoo to take a seat and Hoseok sat next to him and Minhyuk sat next to him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he sat next to Minhyuk as the previews went on and he was finally able to relax. Grabbing a handful of Minhyuk's popcorn, he contented himself and drove thoughts of Hyunwoo from his mind.
Halfway through the movie he felt someone sit next to him and he looked over to see that it was Hyunwoo. Nowhere to run, he leaned closer to Minhyuk, but he could no longer focus on the movie. Why did Hyunwoo have to sit next to him and what did he hope would happen? He was about to pretend that he needed to use the restroom and spend the rest of the movie in the lobby when he felt Hyunwoo's hand on his thigh. His grip was strong and it slowly began to inch toward the inside of his shorts.
Even using both hands, he was unable to pry Hyunwoo's hand from his inner thigh, but he was also working to keep quiet as Hyunwoo caressed the sensitive area. Shutting his legs tightly, he tried to block Hyunwoo from reaching for the inside of his shorts, but it was too late he gasped, quickly disguising it as a cough as Hyunwoo fondled his balls. Looking over at him, he locked eyes and he frantically shook his head and only then did Hyunwoo let go of him. Chest heaving, he watched Hyunwoo bring his fingers to his nose and sniff, sticking his tongue out at him lewdly before facing the movie screen.
Hyungwon was frazzled, but his cock was thoroughly engorged in the baggie shorts and he crossed his legs to hide it. He thought his ordeal was over, but he sighed when Hyunwoo grabbed his calf. Accepting defeat, he kept his eyes glued to the screen as Hyunwoo caressed his leg and he didn't fight when Hyunwoo gripped his thigh again, but he stopped at his thigh and didn't try to reach inside of his shorts for which he was grateful. That didn't stop the skin from burning where Hyunwoo touched him and he soon wanted him to touch him in other places as memories of their time together began flooding back.
⎯
"Stop it Hyunwoo," Hyungwon whined, covering himself with a sheet.
"Why can't I see your legs? I'm your boyfriend," Hyunwoo said, snatching the sheet away.
"Because… I hate my skinny legs," reaching for the sheet to snatch back.
"I love your skinny legs. That wasn't obvious?" Hyunwoo asked, grabbing him by the ankle and planting his face onto his sole before licking up the length of his calf.
"Hyunwoo," Hyungwon moaned breathlessly as Hyunwoo devoured his leg.
His eyes rolled back as Hyunwoo rested his legs on his shoulders, burrowing his face in his crotch and placing soft bites on his inner thigh. It wasn't until Hyunwoo bit down on his inner thigh hard that his eyes popped open. Frantically, he pushed his head away, giggling as Hyunwoo tickled him and he cried out when it became too much, but Hyunwoo relinquished him. He stared at him as he climbed closer to him, resting between his outspread legs. His heart raced as Hyunwoo stared him down and he suddenly couldn't remember that he hated his exposed legs. When he looked at him like that, nothing else mattered.
"You don't have to hide from me baby," Hyunwoo said.
He was about to retort when Hyunwoo burrowed his face into his neck, rendering him speechless. It was just like Hyunwoo to leave him disoriented just to take advantage of him, but he couldn't deny how good it felt when Hyunwoo caressed his legs. He also couldn't deny the fluttering in his stomach when his legs were balanced on Hyunwoo's shoulders leaving his hole exposed, but he stopped fighting him. Hyunwoon always won when it came to him. He couldn't explain it to even himself, he was powerless to resist Hyunwoo and he believed Hyunwoo not only knew that, but used that fact to his advantage.
⎯
"That was a great movie," Hyunwoo said loudly as they walked through the parking lot back to his car. "Did you enjoy it Wonnie," he asked, throwing his arm around Hyungwon's shoulder.
"I don't know, I didn't like the main character. I thought he was full of himself," Hyungwon replied, ducking from underneath his arm.
"Isn't that your type?" Hyunwoo shot back, and Hyungwon had to chuckle.
"So what's next?" Hoseok asked.
"I need to go home," Hyunwon replied.
"Really? I thought we could go out for a burger," Minhyuk piped up.
Great. More places for people to see his legs. "I don't know, I'm pretty beat," Hyungwon said.
"It's okay, I'll drop them off and drive you home. I know where it is after all," Hyunwoo offered.
Hyungwon felt like he was being backed into a corner, and he needed to be vigilant, making sure Hyunwoo didn't come into his house for any reason. Sulking, he climbed into the front seat and quickly pulled on his own seatbelt before Hyunwoo could reach over and do it. As they drove, Hyunwoo's hand found its way onto his thigh again, but Hyungwon ignored it as they made their way to a burger restaurant that was on the way to his apartment. Soon after they dropped off Minhyuk and Hoseok, he crossed his arms and faced away from Hyunwoo, his plan being to simply not engage.
"You know, when we broke up, I didn't know we were on bad terms," Hyunwoo said suddenly.
"Surely you didn't think we were on good terms," Hyungwon said.
"See? That. When did I start irritating you so much?" Hyunwoo asked.
"You don't irritate me," Hyungwon replied slowly.
"So what is it? Are you just having a bad day? Is it because of the shorts?" Hyunwoo asked.
Hyungwon scoffed, but not because the notion was so absurd, it was because Hyunwoo really knew him. He knew the shorts would be a bother for him which is probably why he'd spent the afternoon fondling him. This revelation would melt him in the past, but he couldn't risk melting over Hyunwoo
"I'm not having a bad day," Hyungwon said stubbornly.
"How silly of me. You're a ray of sunshine," Hyunwoo said.
As they pulled in front of his apartment, Hyungwon already felt as if he'd backslid and he just wanted to crawl into his bed and fall apart. Hyunwoo hadn't done anything to him but Hyungwon was suddenly transported to the week they broke up and he had become pretty bitter in his attempt to escape the feeling. The fact that he was so easily transported back by a few words and few touches was maddening and he was beginning to remember where he had sourced his anger. It wasn't fair, but it was the only way he knew how to deal
With a muttered thanks, he climbed out of Hyunwoo's Jeep and didn't look back. He was climbing the steps to his front door when he stumbled, scraping his shin on the step and hissing in pain. Hobbling to his feet, he examined himself and saw that he was beginning to bleed. Just as he was about to finish climbing the steps, he was suddenly in the air as Hyunwoo carried him like a bride being carried over the threshold.
"Seriously Hyunwoo, this isn't necessary," Hyungwon said as Hyunwoo carried him up the final steps.
"Key please," Hyunwoo replied.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his key, but Hyunwoo snatched it from him. Afraid he might fall, he wrapped his arms around Hyunwoo's neck while he unlocked his door and carried him inside. He sighed as Hyunwoo sat him down on the couch and began turning on lights, even going to his bathroom to find his first aid kit. Feeling petulant, he crossed his arms while Hyunwoo crouched down in front of him and cleaned his cut, wincing at the stinging alcohol pad. When he was bandaged, he looked at him sheepishly before turning away.
"You're a piece of work, you know that?" Hyunwoo asked, sitting next to him.
"I'm just—"
"You're just what? You're mad at me?" Hyunwoo asked.
"Yes I'm mad. Are you happy? I'm mad," Hyungwon spat, getting to his feet.
"Why because I left? You made it clear you wanted me to go," Hyunwoo said.
Hyungwon took a deep breath. The last thing he needed was a big emotional display, so he walked to his front door and opened it. "You're right. Everything is my fault. Maybe you should just go," he said.
"Ah yes. Pushing me away is your solution to everything," Hyunwoo said, getting up to walk towards him.
"You think you know me so well," Hyungwon said, stopping Hyunwoo in his tracks.
Hyungwon backed away from him, his back quickly hitting the wall as Hyunwoo cornered him. Hyungwon was slightly taller, but Hyunwoo's thick frame made him feel small. He liked that when they were dating, but now it made him feel trapped and he pressed his hands against Hyunwoo's pecs to keep him at arms length.
"I know you better than you'd like to admit. I know my being here is what really ruined your day more than having to wear shorts and show off your legs and I know how much you hate that, but what I don't know is when you started hating me that much," Hyunwoo said.
"What do you want me to say? That I hate you for leaving? Well I don't," Hyungwon said.
"You hate me for something so tell me," Hyunwoo said, taking his wrists and holding them at his sides.
He hated how much he liked the way his wrists were swallowed by Hyunwoo's massive hands, but his resolve was strong: he could not let Hyunwoo draw him in again.
"Can't you just drop this and leave. You're going back home soon anyway so what does it matter if I hate you?" Hyungwon asked.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me why," Hyunwoo said flatly, closing the door.
Hyungwon sighed. "You're unbelievable," he said.
"You should know, so what is it?" Hyunwoo asked.
"Ugh I don't actually hate you, but hating you… helped me," Hyungwon said.
"I don't—"
"When you left I was miserable okay. Lying in bed every day, drunk more often than not, and missing days of work at a time. Hating you helped me break out of that. I just couldn't go on loving you," Hyungwon admitted, shoulders slumping.
Hyunwoo let him go as the weight of his words seemed to sink in. Hyungwon followed him as he walked back into his living room to sit on his couch. Standing a few steps away, Hyungwon waited for him to speak. After running his fingers through his hair, he turned to face him.
"I'm sorry. I never would have left if I thought it would hurt you so much," Hyunwoo said.
"You don't need—"
"I do though," Hyunwoo said, falling on his knees in front of him. "I never should have taken that job and ruined what we had," he said.
"Hyunwoo you really don't—"
He gasped when he felt Hyunwoo's hands on his legs, and Hyungwon used his broad shoulders to steady himself as Hyunwoo caressed up the length of his thighs.
"Hyunwoo you have to stop," Hyungwon said breathlessly as Hyunwoo pressed him close, resting his head on his abs.
"Underneath all the hate, do you still love me?" Hyunwoo asked.
It was the wrong question. Hyungwon would never stop loving Hyunwoo, but that wasn't the problem. Hyunwoo was going home eventually and Hyunwoo had to live in that reality.
"That's not important. Nothing's changed," Hyungwon said.
Hyungwon realized he had answered wrong when he was suddenly hoisted into the air. Straddling Hyunwoo, he was carried to his bedroom and gently placed on his bed with Hyunwoo on top of him. The weight of him was too familiar and he wrapped his legs around his broad back as Hyunwoo burrowed his face into the side of his neck, kissing him. and weakening his resolve. He knew making him stop would be pointless; he was thoroughly wrapped around his finger, but he was stubborn and couldn't let Hyunwoo take him so easily.
"Hyunwoo please don't do this," he moaned, running his fingers through his hair and tightening his legs around his back while Hyunwoo undid the buttons on his shirt.
He knew in his mind that letting Hyunwoo have him would do unimaginable damage to him, but his body was betraying him, pulling Hyunwoo closer even though he had sense enough to plead with him to stop. His cock raged in the too short shorts that Hoseok had given him and his stomach was fluttering in anticipation of Hyunwoo filling him the way only Hyunwoo could. Every squeeze, every bite, and every well placed lick was perfectly placed to wrap him around Hyunwoo's finger and he hated that Hyunwoo could still upend him so effortlessly.
After a moment, Hyunwoo came up for air, his chest heaving and Hyungwon struggled against him as he tugged at the waistband of his shorts. Hyungwon wanted Hyunwoo, but he refused to make it easy for him. When it was all over he wanted to be able to say that he had put at least a show of resistance. In the struggle for his waistband, he lifted his hips to make it easier for Hyunwoo, covering his face with his hands and snapping his legs shut when Hyunwoo managed to roll them down.
Hyungwon was in full blown denial as Hyunwoo grabbed his ankle, pressing his sole into his face and taking his toes into his mouth. Unable to contain himself, he reached for his cock as Hyunwoo devoured his foot, stroking his cock furiously as Hyunwoo's tongued and sucked each one of his toes. It had been months since anything had made him feel this good, and he knew he would regret it once Hyunwoo was done with him and three hours away, but he had come too far now as Hyunwoo's kisses began to travel up his leg.
"UGH!" he groaned when Hyunwoo forced his legs apart, smacking his hand away before wrapping his lips around his hard cock. Running his fingers through his hair, Hyungwon's eyes rolled back as Hyunwoo's tongued the length of his cock, taking each of his balls in his mouth as he stroked his spit-soaked head. Having spent the last year with only his hand for comfort, it didn't take long before he was pushing Hyunwoo's head away to stave off his orgasm, but a single spit-covered finger was enough to send him soaring over the edge.
His back arched away from the bed as his orgasm ripped through him and Hyunwoo continued to suck his cock as it grew more sensitive by the second. With a fistful of his hair, he did his best to hold Hyunwoo in place, but the feel of his tongue became too much to bear, and he whined as Hyunwoo held him down and milked him for every drop before letting him go. Soaked in sweat, he hoped Hyunwoo had used him enough for one day, but he groaned but began holding his legs back as Hyunwoo bent him in half to expose his hole.
This would be his undoing. Hyunwoo would reach that spot inside of him that no one else could and he would be back to where he started when he concocted the plan to hate him in the first place. Hyungwon considered himself a smart and discerning man, but he knew he was being unthinkably foolish by allowing this to play out. Hyunwoo was going to not only reopen old wounds, but he would likely inflict some new ones as well and he would be forced to deal with it once he was away, but what choice did he have? He was powerless against the way Hyunwoo's deep voice penetrated his very bones, and the way his fingers pushed every button on his body as if he had memorized a user manual. He had spent the year burying his need for Hyunwoo in a pile of fabricated anger; it was no wonder that the mere sight of him had brought it back to the surface.
He whined as Hyunwoo spread his cheeks as far apart as he could before spitting his cum onto his winking hole and using his fingers to press it inside of him before inserting his tongue. Toes clenched, he lay there as Hyunwoo held his legs back, sucking his cummy hole and reducing him to a whimpering puddle underneath him. For nearly ten minutes, Hyunwoo licked his hole raw until he was aching to feel Hyunwoo's cock and his cock was hard again. Unable to bear it any longer, he tapped Hyunwoo to get his attention, beckoning him forward.
Once on top of him, Hyunwoo stuck his tongue in his mouth, and he could taste the remnants of his own cum as he felt Hyunwoo's cock lining up with his hole. Even with Hyunwoo's cock threatening to burst through him, he melted into the bed as they kissed. Months of fabricated anger and painful longing were washed away as Hyunwoo reminded him of why he had been so enraptured with him. A kiss that contained untold longing and fervent need, unpacking mountains of layers he had shielded around himself which left him raw and vulnerable. So when Hyunwoo's cock broke through his tight ring, he accepted that his fate had been sealed, crying out at the familiar fullness as Hyunwoo snaked his cock into his very depths.
"Hyunwoo! Not so deep!" he whined, forcing himself to breathe evenly.
"I'm sorry Wonnie, but I've needed you for months," Hyunwoo growled into his ear.
Face contorted, Hyungwon dug his fingers into Hyunwoo's back as Hyunwoo ground his cock deep into his guts. Nearly twelve months had passed since Hyunwoo or anyone had breached his taut ring and it felt like the first time again, and just like his first time with Hyunwoo, it didn't take long before tears pooled in his eyes. Even with a tear-streaked face, he managed to cry out fuck me in between wailing uncontrollably. With Hyunwoo wreaking havoc on his hole, Hyungwon warred between the immense pleasure of having him inside of him, the pain that the unbearable depth caused, and the pressure that began to build inside of him as Hyunwoo's cock repeatedly brushed against his prostate.
After nearly ten minutes, he was covered in Hyunwoo's sweat, whimpering and begging to be fucked deeper and harder. With Hyunwoo's hand around his cock, all it took was for Hyunwoo to command that he cum in his deep baritone and with a shriek Hyungwon shuddered violently as cum erupted from his cock. Shutting his eyes tight, he saw stars as Hyunwoo fucked him relentlessly through his orgasm, milking every bit of cum from his cock before planting his cock deep, roaring loudly as he came inside of him. Hyungwon's eyes snapped open at the familiar heat that began radiating inside of him, and he fell back, firmly zapped of all energy.
As Hyunwoo collapsed on top of him the gravity of what happened began to sink in and he cursed himself for giving in to Hyunwoo's charms so easily. He was already envisioning the wine he would need to purchase to fix what felt broken when Hyunwoo looked at him. Seeing his sheepish expression was enough to piss him off and he grabbed at the feeling, knowing it would serve him later. Rolling his eyes, he tried to get from underneath him when Hyunwoo pinned him down.
"Hyunwoo haven't you done enough? Are you trying to make me crazy?" Hyungwon asked, his breath catching in his throat as Hyunwoo took his earlobe between his teeth.
"I haven't even begun to drive you crazy," Hyunwoo said, his lips pressed against Hyungwon's ear.
"You know it's cruel what you're doing. You're going to go home next week and what about me?" Hyungwon asked.
"You should be able to take it without crying by then," Hyunwoo said.
Gasping, he slapped him, struggling to get away from him in earnest. It was one thing to play with his emotions, but to taunt him about it was low. Perhaps he wouldn't need to pretend to hate Hyunwoo this time.
"Feel better? I know you've wanted to slap me all day. Now can I talk now?" Hyunwoo asked.
"Say what you want, but I will slap you again," Hyungwon threatened.
"I want you to slap me and dig your nails into my skin, and bite me. I want you," Hyunwoo said.
"You're just saying that," Hyungwon said, desperately wanting to believe him.
"I'm not just saying that. We can't pick up where we left off, but we can start over can we?" Hyunwoo asked.
"How? I can't—"
"Jobs come and go and I don't care about this one enough to spend another moment away from you," Hyunwoo said.
Hyungwon didn't know if he truly believed him, but his need for him outweighed any sense he had. He was tired of hating Hyunwoo and tired of missing Hyunwoo; both required energy that he simply couldn't spare any longer. Wordlessly, he looked into his eyes and leaned forward, answering him with a soft kiss on his lips before cradling his head in his arms. While Hyunwoo slowly caressed his legs, he wondered if Hoseok had any more slutty gym shorts for him to borrow. After all, his boyfriend really liked his legs.
It wasn't enough to call some random man sir because he wouldn't get him the way Yunho did. Yunho understood his need to be dominated and his need for protection even when that protection was from himself.
"That should do it," Yunho said, placing the last piece of tape. "You can pull your pants up now," he said.
Mingi silently obeyed before turning to face him. Noticing his collar was bunched up on one side, he reached out to fix it, smoothing the edges until his master looked perfect. He was slightly uncomfortable, but he knew it would pass and he would be able to get through his objective. His punishment had dragged on for two months, but he had been a good little bird for the entire duration, his master had even said so, the only mercy Mingi had been given during that time. Even when tears spilled over his eyes in frustration, his master had been unrelenting and he had suffered his torment in silence knowing that pleading wouldn't help him and his punishment had persisted.
"You remember the rules? If you're a good little bird during dinner and can contain yourself, I'll release you," his master said said.
"Yes sir. I understand," Mingi said breathlessly.
"Good because our guests are pulling into the driveway. Finish fixing your pants and I'll go and greet them," Yunho said
His master turned to walk away, but Mingi stopped him, kneeling to the ground and kissing his bare foot and looking up at him. His master cupped the side of his face, and Mingi kissed the inside of his palm, utterly devoted to him.
"You've been good so far little bird," Yunho said before leaving him alone.
He gingerly got to his feet and continued to fix his clothes. Dinner with San and Wooyoung was always a good time, but he was most looking forward to dessert. If the evening went well, Yunho would reward him by setting him free, and Mingi was desperate to be set free. He had been locked away more than a month ago because Yunho said he needed to learn how to control himself. Mingi had cried, but his master was undisturbed by tears and the weeks had dragged on, but Mingi felt like he had learned his lesson and it was a lesson he didn't need to learn twice.
He was exhausted after the concert and he could barely keep his eyes open on the drive home as he rested his head on his master's shoulder. The concert had been a great success. Not one of them managed to miss a step or miss a note as they brought their string of shows to a close in front of 30,000 fans. Mingi was particularly pleased with his performance and couldn't wait to watch the footage and see fan reactions in the morning after he got some sleep. He planned to lie in bed all day as he scrolled mindlessly on his phone, and maybe his master would fuck him for good measure. He smirked at the idea as the driver pulled into their driveway and Yunho tapped his shoulder.
"Are you awake little bird?" Yunho whispered into his ear.
He nodded as Yunho took his hand as they exited the SUV, watched it drive away, and climbed the steps to their house. After kicking off his shoes, he made a beeline for the bathroom to turn the shower on as hot as he could stand. He had fully disrobed when Yunho opened the door, taking off his clothes as well. They often showered together, so Mingi didn't think anything of it as they both walked into the shower, melting under the hot spray.
Shutting his eyes, he groaned as his master lathered shampoo into his hair, scrubbing the sweat, smoke, and glitter from his blonde locks until they shined before moving on to his back. His master liked to wash him sometimes, so it wasn't a big deal to him to spread his legs while he worked his cloth into every crevice of his body. For his part, he usually placed his hand on the shower wall and waited, his body tingling everywhere he was touched. That night, his master paid particularly close attention to his cock and balls.
"My dirty birdy worked up a sweat tonight I see. Lift your arm," Yunho commanded.
Mingi obeyed, shuddering when he felt his master's nose pressed against his sweaty armpit. He was so exhausted, but he was powerless to stop him with his hand on the small of his back, his face pressed into his armpit, and his hand wrapped around his soapy cock. When his master's lips wrapped around his nipple, his knees buckled as he tried to remain upright. It wasn't until he was close to cumming did his master let go of him and continue cleaning his body.
"Sir please. I was—"
"You were about to cum. I know you were," he said, scrubbing his back and they stood there in silence for a minute before Yunho asked, "do you think you deserve to cum?"
"Sir?" Mingi asked.
"Dry yourself," his master said, turning off the water.
Mingi did as he was told, but he was confused. He didn't think he had done anything to warrant not being allowed to cum. Once he was dry, he walked past his bathrobe and stood in the door of their bedroom to find his master lying on the bed waiting for him. He watched his master watching something on his phone while applying moisturizer to his face, but still he waited until he looked up at him.
"Come join me, little bird," he said, beckoning him.
Walking closer, Mingi could see the small stool he sat on when Yunho blow-dried his hair and he gulped; he was in worse trouble than he thought if he was going to have his hair blow dried. Still he sat and looked forward into the floor-length mirror that sat parallel to their bed until Yunho was done moisturizing his skin. His breath caught in his throat when he felt his master's large hand caressing the front of his chest and making its way to his chin, turning him just enough for his master to lean over and stick his tongue in his mouth. Still feeling amorous from their shower, it didn't take Mingi long for his dick become engorged again, but he knew better than to reach for it himself. His cock belonged to Yunho.
"I know you're probably confused little bird, so I'll make it clear for you: you embarrassed me tonight," he said.
Panic gripped him instantly as he tried to think of what he could have done to embarrass his master. The concert had been flawless. Everyone had performed at their very best, surely that wasn't the reason he was upset.
"I'm sorry, sir," Mingi said, taking his hand and kissing the inside of his palm.
"Do you even know what you're sorry for?" his master asked, looking at him in the mirror to which Mingi shook his head. "How about I show you," he said, pulling out his phone.
He looked to see a video from the concert; everything was going well, fans were screaming, and the music boomed loudly. When the song came to an end, there he was on stage with Wooyoung. Everything looked fine until Wooyoung got a bit too close, his hand traveling down the length of Mingi's front before resting on Mingi's waistband while Mingi himself smiled gleefully and the audience roared in delight. Mingi could see how his reaction would disturb his master, but Yunho had to know it was just service for the fans. Besides, Wooyoung and San were also living together with perversions of their own.
When the video ended, he looked up at Yunho before falling to his knees in front of him. "Sir, I'm sorry for letting him touch me that way. I know that you're my master and that I belong to you and only you. I guess I was overexcited," Mingi said, placing a kiss on his foot.
"I'm going to have to teach you to temper your excitement," Yunho replied, running his fingers through his hair, and Mingi looked up at him expectantly. "Climb on the bed," he said.
Mingi obeyed immediately, getting on all fours and waiting. The feel of his master's hand on his upturned ass, made his breath catch in his throat and his cock began to grow again. He felt wide awake; the exhaustion he previously felt long gone as he waited to see what his master would do to him. He assumed he would get the paddle again and he would go to bed in his master's arms with a sore, red ass. The paddle wasn't a bad punishment, he even liked it usually. He would have to be careful going forward, however. Another indiscretion like the one tonight with Wooyoung wouldn't be tolerated.
He braced himself, certain it would be the paddle, but was pleasantly surprised when he felt his master's tongue on his hole and he was being forced to arch his back. It was more proof that he shouldn't try to anticipate anything with Yunho because he never failed to surprise him. He groaned lasciviously when he felt his master's palm come down on his ass hard before reaching underneath him and taking his cock. Before long he was a whimpering puddle under his master's touch as he stroked his cock and sucked on his hole and he forgot that he was being punished.
"Alright little bird, we're going to practice controlling your excitement. You aren't allowed to cum unless I tell you," Yunho said, tearing his face away from Mingi's hole.
"Sir I'm already close," Mingi whimpered.
"Good. Just tell me," he said, slowing his pace on Mingi's cock.
Mingi breathed as his orgasm subsided, but too soon Yunho was back to tonguing his hole and stroking his cock until he was asking for him to stop, clenching furiously as he tried to stave off his orgasm. Five times Mingi was brought to the brink of orgasm before shaking his head furiously to let his master know that he was close. With each instance becoming harder to contain than the last, Mingi didn't know how much longer he would be able to stop himself from cumming. It didn't help him that even though Yunho would let go of his cock, his tongue would still swirl around his hole, making it that much harder for his orgasm to recede.
During the final instance, Mingi had pleaded with his master to stop and he did, but before he could wrap his mind around what was happening, he felt two of his master's slender fingers break through his tight ring. The shock was enough to unravel him, and he moaned loudly as cum shot from his cock, spraying the bed underneath him. Still, his master continued to press furiously against his prostate until the final drop of cum fell from his dick and the exhaustion returned. He wanted to collapse, but knew better than to change his posture without permission so he continued to wait on all fours.
"I'm sorry sir," Mingi said as he looked forward.
To his surprise, Yunho climbed onto the bed and beckoned him forward. Crawling over to where his master lay, Mingi collapsed into his arms, resting his head on his chest. He was still confused, but he was far too tired to question his master, so he didn't. He lay on Yunho's chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart and could feel himself beginning to drift. As he finally went to sleep, the last thing he remembered was Yunho whispering my excitable little bird and kissing his forehead.
He woke up feeling every muscle in his exhausted body, but he was in a good mood, especially when he looked over to see his master's smiling face. Stretching his weary body, he sighed in pleasure as his joints cracked and flexed his sore muscles, but something didn't quite feel right. He lifted the sheet that was covering him and his jaw dropped in shock. He had been locked away. On his cock was a metal cage around his cock with thick metal wire looping around the base of his soft cock; only the tip of his cock and his balls hung free. Mingi realized that this was his punishment for getting too close to Wooyoung and for not being able to fight his urge to cum.
"Oh little bird, perhaps a few weeks in the cage will help you learn to contain your… excitement," Yunho said, kissing his forehead.
Mingi watched him place a chain around his neck, a silver key glinting in the morning light, mocking him before getting up to walk away. His jaw was on the floor but he knew his master wouldn't respond to pleading or tears. A few weeks was making him feel nauseous, but he would do anything his master told him to even if it meant he couldn't cum traditionally. Still, as he got up and began looking for his bathrobe, he was beginning to wish he would have gotten the paddle instead; at least the paddling would be over by now. As he looked at his caged cock in the mirror, he began to psyche himself up, ready to face the challenge head on. It would only be a few weeks. How bad could it be?
As he fixed his pants, he realized his punishment had been worse than bad: it had been torturous. The cage only came off once a day during supervised cleanings with his master. So, in the last few weeks, he had to sit to piss every time, and his master had been audience to this on several occasions. His master would call him his little princess as he sat to piss like a girl. No matter where he was, he had to duck into stalls to sit if he didn't want piss all over his pants. Sitting wasn't the problem, but he missed the convenience of being able to stand at the urinal and pull his dick out.
His master had also wanted him slightly more than usual and Mingi found himself regularly bent over while having his prostate stimulated or crying out as his nipples were ravaged. On one particular night, Mingi had been reduced to weeping as his master's cock pounded into him. Like a pot of water, he was boiling, but no matter how much he was stimulated, he just couldn't cum. Even after taking to rubbing his cock head like an oversized clit, he just could not cum. In the aftermath, he had lied in his master's arms, his nerves fried as tears streamed down his face. That night had been the worst of it, but there had been many such nights of frustration.
Now his punishment was coming to an end, and all he had to do was get through the evening with San and Wooyoung. He considered this task easy enough, but his focus was squarely on the fact that he would be able to cum with his dick. His master had promised him that he could cum as many times as he wanted, but he remembered to quell his excitement and Yunho had looked at him approvingly. Learning to temper his excitement had been the goal and he wanted to show his master that he was ready to be st free.
"Mingi, our guests are here," he heard him say.
Straightening himself out, he exited their bedroom and made the trip down the stairs to find San and Wooyoung sitting on their couch. He smirked as he walked in, the couple not even noticing him as they pressed their heads together, whispering. San and Wooyoung weren't like him and and his master. He didn't think they loved each other any more or less than San and Wooyoung, but his master fulfilled a need he held deep inside of him. Mingi needed to be dominated and he needed it done by Jeong Yunho specifically. It wasn't enough to call some random man sir because he wouldn't get him the way Yunho did. Yunho understood his need to be dominated and his need for protection even when that protection was from himself.
"Get a room," he said to Wooyoung and San to announce his presence.
"Could we?" San asked, earning him a slap on the thigh from Wooyoung.
"You can let me rest for one evening," Wooyoung said.
"Not to mention, I don't want your fluids all over my house," Yunho said, coming in with a tray of drinks.
Mingi's stomach fluttered when his master eyed him, handing him a glass of wine. Alcohol would do little to help the throbbing he felt deep inside of him, but he sipped it anyway, exhaling as he sat on the sofa opposite San and Wooyoung. Sitting his drink on a coaster, he listened to San and Wooyoung complain about upcoming schedules with his eyes on his master who was paying rapt attention while tapping his phone screen. Mingi was certain what was coming next and he braced himself. Sure enough, he gasped, shutting his eyes tight as the vibration kicked in deep inside him.
"Something wrong?" San asked, looking at him.
"Oh it's nothing, I guess I didn't hydrate properly after the gym, just a cramp," Mingi lied easily.
"Maybe you should have a banana," San suggested.
"I'm fine," Mingi replied, waving him off.
His chest heaved as he watched his master who was giving their guests his undivided attention. Mingi knew that a simple dinner party would be too easy and his master had suggested the plug at the last minute. He had leaned against their wall while his master had lubed his hole and slowly pressed the plug inside of him before using medical tape to secure it in place. Even by itself, the plug stretched him and pressed into his prostate. With the vibration added, Mingi felt like his cock was leaking and he could only pray that he wasn't carrying anything when his master decided to flip the switch.
"I think dinner's ready," Yunho said, and everyone got up to follow him.
Mingi began to follow his master and San when Wooyoung grabbed his arm, and they lingered behind.
"Cramp my ass. I know why you're acting weird," he said.
Mingi froze when Wooyoung's palm connected with his ass, directly where his plug lay nestled and he had to stop and compose himself before following him into their dining room. He sat gingerly in his seat next to his master, ignoring Wooyoung's smug face as he downed the rest of his wine. Yunho had catered Italian food for their dinner and before long only the sound of silver on china could be heard. On the surface, everything appeared normal, he laughed and joked with his friends as they ate and he sipped the wine his master poured for him, but the plug was wreaking havoc on him.
He was certain now that his cock was leaking, his khaki pants becoming stained as the night wore on. The pressure of sitting on the chair was also making his thoughts scramble so he pretended to drop his phone, needing just a moment's relief. Crouching down on all fours, he looked underneath the table to retrieve his phone, but his focus was caught by something else and he froze. Underneath the table he could see Wooyoung's hand in San's lap rubbing him vigorously through his pants while San spread his legs wide to give him better access. Shaking his head he returned to the table and gave Wooyoung a pointed look, but he couldn't be bothered so neither was Mingi.
"Mingi I mean to ask? How was the tiktok challenge with Flo?" San asked.
Mingi smirked at the absurdity of San trying to have a normal conversation with him while getting a handjob underneath his table, but he brushed it off. "It was good, they were sweet. It should be posted this… week," he said, keeping still as the vibration picked up.
"San doesn't care. He just wants to brag that he's doing a tiktok with Kai," Wooyoung said, suddenly crossing his arms.
Mingi and his master shared a glance, but they didn't say anything. Mingi knew Kai was a sore subject for Wooyoung. Everyone knew that San nursed a soft spot for Kai and Wooyoung hated that. San insisted that his crush was one-sided, but that wasn't good enough for Wooyoung and Mingi was sure it wouldn't be good enough for him either. Still, it wasn't his place to comment and he didn't want their dinner party to end with Wooyoung storming out. So he pushed his food around his plate and sipped more wine instead.
"I'd hate to cut the night short, but San and I have something to discuss," Wooyoung said abruptly, taking San's ear and pulling hard.
His master laughed as San's whimpering grew faint until the front door closed and they were left alone. For weeks, this moment was what Mingi had been waiting for. He was so close he could almost feel it, but he kept a stoic expression to show his master that tempering his excitement had worked. Unable to eat another morsel, he sat quietly while his master finished his dinner as the plug pressed into him without mercy. Finally, he looked over to see Yunho's fork being pushed away and his heart began to race.
"I know how torturous that dinner was for you, but you were a good little bird. Why don't you go stand in the mirror and I'll be up to inspect and free you," he said, kissing his forehead.
"Yes sir," Mingi said and he got up.
He was about to leave when he felt the vibration again, stopping him in his tracks. He clutched his stomach as the sensations overwhelmed him and before he could even cry out he was pissing in his pants. Cheeks reddening, he could only be grateful that hadn't happened while San and Wooyoung had been present. He stood rooted to his spot as his master came to examine him and he was about to apologize for what he did when his master kissed his lips.
"You made a little mess princess?" Yunho asked. Teary eyed, he nodded that he had in fact made a mess and waited for his punishment. "Your master will clean this up, you just stand in front of the mirror and wait for me," he said.
He slowly walked to their bedroom and removed the piss covered pants and his shirt, throwing them in a heap on the floor before walking in front of the floor length mirror and he waited. He stood perfectly still as he waited for his master and began to examine himself. Upping his workouts to six days a week was finally showing results; his waist was smaller and his pecs were bigger. His master never mentioned it when his weight fluctuated, but Mingi suspected that he liked holding onto a more narrow waist, so that's what he worked to achieve.
Ten minutes went by as Mingi waited for his master to return, but he kept still as he looked at himself in the mirror, focusing on the cage around his cock that he had grown to hate. Mingi's hatred wasn't simply because he couldn't cum the way he wanted to, but because sometimes Yunho's cock wasn't enough to make him cum and it made him feel like a failure. His master's cock should be enough, but he needed to tug at his own cock sometimes. He didn't feel like a princess, but a slave to his own cock. He intended to broach the subject with his master one day, but not that day because he was desperate to cum.
After another ten minutes, their bedroom door finally opened and his master entered carrying the bottle of wine from dinner and he walked toward him. Handing him the bottle he merely said drink and Mingi lifted the bottle to his lips and drank the dark liquid, spilling some on his chin. He moved to wipe his chin, but his master stopped him, choosing to lick the dripping wine instead before standing behind him. He looked at his master's reflection with devotion as his hand roamed over his body.
"You did a good job, little bird, so I'm going to free you just like I promised," Master said, waving the silver key in front of him.
Mingi was breathless as his master turned the key of his cage and he sighed with relief as the cage was removed and taken away. He kept his hands to his side, waiting for his master's commands, but even he couldn't stop the way his cock began to grow before his eyes and by the time his master had returned, his reflection smirked at him as he wrapped his hand around his cock. Resisting the urge to shut his eyes, he watched as his master gently massaged his cock, taking slow, deliberate breaths as he fought to contain himself.
"That didn't take long at all. You really want to come don't you?" his master asked.
"Yes sir. Please sir," Mingi replied breathlessly.
"So cum for me," his master commanded, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Mingi was desperate to obey, and the sudden vibrations deep in his hole made short work of him and he groaned when his orgasm ripped through him, but something wasn't right. Normally, cum shot from him like a geyser, but not this time. This time, the cum merely spilled out of his cock. Even with an unusually full volume, the long ropes that he was used to simply didn't materialize. As great as he felt, he could see confusion in his reflection.
"Apparently that's normal after not cumming for so long, but don't worry. I'll restrengthen those muscles for you in no time," his master said.
"Yes sir," Mingi said, fighting to catch his breath.
"Are you ready to remove the plug, little bird?" his master asked.
"I'm ready to do whatever sir wants to do to me," Mingi responded.
"Good little bird. Let's have a look at it," his master said.
Mingi breathed a sigh of relief because the pressure was getting to be too much. The sound of tape being removed filled the room and as the plug shifted, his need to bear down increased and the plug came flying from his hole, hitting the ground with a hard thud. As his hole contracted wildly, adjusting to the newfound emptiness his legs shook uncontrollably, and he was certain that if he hadn't already pissed all over their dining room floor, he'd be standing in a fresh puddle. Still he felt great now that he was uncaged and unplugged and he threw his head back when he felt his master's fingers on his hole. Mingi was able to take three fingers easily, and even the fourth finger wasn't too much as his master pressed against his prostate. He had just cum, but he was already hard again as his master stimulated his hole.
"You're gonna watch me fuck you, and you can cum as much as you want," his master said.
"Yes sir. Thank you, sir," Mingi said quickly as he watched his master pull his hand free and cup it underneath his chin.
Wordlessly, Mingi spit into his hand and he waited as his master used it to lube his own cock and press it against his hole. Mingi spread his legs apart and arched his back as his master drove his cock deep inside of him before taking hold of his cock. The pleasure he was feeling overwhelmed him, but he kept his eyes open as his master commanded, watching himself being fucked as his master leisurely stroked his cock. Even though he saw it coming, feeling his master's teeth on his ear was enough to unravel him and he came a second time, cum spilling from his cock to join the last load on the floor, but still his master fucked him.
Ten minutes and another orgasm later, he was having trouble keeping his legs from shaking. His master had let go of his cock and had an iron grip on his waist as he drove his cock hard and deep inside of him. Certain however that he was close, Mingi remained upright, moaning lewdly as the pressure inside of him that made him need to bear down returned and suddenly his hole was empty as the pressure forced him to bear down and he looked up to see his master looking at him in amazement.
"I wasn't sure before, but I'm sure now you're ready for bigger toys and bigger plugs," he said.
"Anything master wants," Mingi said.
"Not tonight though. Kneel in front of your master," he ordered.
Mingi fell to his knees as his master took his cock in his hand. Sticking out his tongue, he looked up as ropes of cum shot from his master's cock, landing on his tongue and chin. He rubbed his master's thighs as his head tilted back, placing the tip of his cock on Mingi's tongue for him to squeeze the remaining drops into his mouth before bending over, licking a drop of cum from his chin and kissing his lips. His master's kiss never failed to disarm him and his cock was hard again by the time they broke apart.
"Such a good little bird," his master said, running his fingers through his hair.
While watching Jungkook, Taehyung couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize his friend was hot. Maybe his denial had been good for their friendship and Taehyung needed to get a grip and recapture that denial.
"I'm home!" Taehyung called out as he shut the door behind him, but there was no response.
After slipping out of his shoes, he noiselessly walked through the dorm suite in case his roommate was asleep. His study group had gone on longer than he planned and he was exhausted and starving. He stopped in the kitchen first, deciding to fill the kettle with water first to make himself some instant ramen and a mug of tea. Still there was no sign of Jungkook. Taehyung was certain he was sleeping, but he decided to peek in on him anyway so he made his way to Jungkook's bedroom. There was light coming from underneath his door, so maybe Taehyung was wrong and he might be awake. Not wanting to chance it that he might be asleep, he reached for the knob instead.
"Jungkook are you sleeping?" Taehyung asked quietly as he slowly turned the knob.
When the door opened, Taehyung froze in shock at the display he was seeing. There was a shirtless Jungkook, sitting on his bed, earbuds pressed into his ears, his phone in his left hand, and his cock in his right hand, moaning as he slowly worked the tip. Taehyung's mouth hung open and he was rooted to his spot as the image was burned into his brain and only snapped out of it when he locked eyes with Jungkook.
"Jesus Taehyung don't you knock!?" Jungkook cried out, covering himself.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Taehyung sputtered as he quickly backed out of the room and shut the door.
Unsure what to do with himself, he dragged his feet back to the kitchen, dumping the water from the kettle and turning out the light. No longer hungry, he made his way to his own bedroom before shutting and locking the door. He stripped out of his own clothing quickly before turning out the light and crawling into his own bed. In the dark, the image of Jungkook's cock was seared into his brain. Living as roommates, Taehyung had seen it flaccid once before, but seeing it full to capacity while Jungkook's hand could barely contain it was making his stomach flutter.
There was also the look on Jungkook's face that Taehyung couldn't get out of his mind. Jungkook had been fully enraptured. His mouth had been slightly agape with his tongue poking through, and his eyes were glazed over as he drove himself to orgasm. Even just recalling the look on his face was enough to make Taehyung's own cock rise, but confusion gripped him. Jungkook was his roommate and friend; he didn't have those thoughts about him. Chucking it up to heightened adrenaline, he rolled over and closed his eyes, but as he tried to shut his brain off, the sound of Jungkook's moans grew louder and his cock throbbed harder.
Taehyung felt like his skin was on fire from the inside out and with a frustrated sigh, he rolled onto his back and reached inside his boxers, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a tug. Biting his lips and shutting his eyes tight, Jungkook stroking his cock was vivid in his mind as he stroked his own cock. His chest heaved as the image of Jungkook drove him and he increased the pressure around his cock as the image shifted. Suddenly he was on his knees as Jungkook towered over him, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he waited patiently and was rewarded with three taps of Jungkook's cock on his tongue. His mouth watered as he waited for what he knew was coming and he took a deep breath when he felt Jungkook's hand on the back of his head, forcing his cock down his throat.
Taehyung stifled a moan as he envisioned Jungkook's cock slamming into the back of his throat without mercy while Jungkook muttered fuck and peppered him with phrases like good boy. He fantasized about Jungkook's balls repeatedly smashing into his chin as he fucked his face and he stared intently at the lustful expression on Jungkook's face, desperate to be rewarded with the thick deluge of cum he knew was coming for him. It wasn't until he imagined Jungkook holding his head in place, groaning lewdly, did Taehyung shudder as cum erupted from his cock, staining the inside of his underwear. He was covered in cum as he stroked his cock to completion, squeezing the last drops out until touching his cock became unbearable.
He carefully removed his cum filled boxers before using them to clean the excess from his cock and balls and threw them on the floor. Now that his cock was no longer begging for attention, he was able to focus on more pressing things, like why Jungkook jerking off made him so horny and why he was fantasizing about Jungkook fucking his face. Taehyung didn't think he had feelings for Jungkook. Jungkook was just his stupid friend and his college roommate. They'd known each other since their first week at Oberlin College and were quite close, but this was the first time he'd thought of him in any sexual or romantic way.
Why would he? Jungkook was cute, sure, but he was clumsy and a bit messy. He kept his space and the communal spaces clean, choosing to scrub their suite regularly, but he was messy. There were always mustard stains on his shirts and coffee spills on his pants. He was never odorous or anything and he kept up with his hygiene for the most part, but Taehyung often had to remind him to run a brush through his hair before they went to class or to change his shirt before they went to parties. Taehyung didn't exactly have the hots for Jungkook.
Still, he really liked what he saw when he opened the door, and he felt a tingling sensation when he envisioned Jungkook's muscles rippling as stroked his cock, the vein on his bicep enticing enough to lick. Taehyung realized he would like it very much if those biceps were flexed around his neck; flexing to keep him in place while Jungkook made him take his cock. He was having fun imagining Jungkook pining him down when his cock became hard again. Giving up on sleep, he gave in to his burning desire and wrapped his hand around his cock again, bringing himself to orgasm over and over late into the night. When his cock finally had enough and was sore to the touch, he was able to shut his eyes and drift off to sleep with Jungkook ravaging him overwhelming his thoughts.
The next morning he woke to the smell of coffee and his cheeks burned when he remembered how he stayed up until nearly 3 making himself cum repeatedly while he fantasized about his friend manhandling him, pulling his hair back, and roughly using him without mercy. Deciding to blame his behavior on being sleep-deprived, he tied his bathrobe around his waist and walked to the kitchen, hoping Jungkook wasn't feeling too embarrassed about last night. Taehyung might be feeling like an cock-hungry slut, but Jungkook didn't need to feel bad about that. Taehyung peered around the corner to see Jungkook drinking his coffee and looking at his phone and decided to ease the tension.
"Just making sure we're all wearing pants," Taehyung joked as he made his presence known.
"That's not funny," Jungkook replied, ear reddening.
"You're right, I shouldn't have joked, I'm sorry and I'm sorry about last night too," Taehyung said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"It's fine, but I don't want to talk about it, so can we just drop it?" Jungkook said.
"Sure of course," Taehyung said, sitting across the table from him.
As he sipped his coffee, he stole glances at Jungkook and his need for him continued to grow. His disheveled hair sat on the top of his head and he lazily brushed it out of his face. Wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt put his biceps on display and Taehyung's cock twitched at the sight of the dark hair peaking out of his armpit. It wasn't until Jungkook cleared his throat, glaring at him, did Taehyung realize that he was openly leering at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" Jungkook asked.
"I wasn't staring," Taehyung lied quickly.
"You were. Taehyung, please don't make it weird. You walked in on me jerking off, it's not a big deal. I've walked in on you jerking off before," Jungkook said, sipping his coffee.
"You have not!" Taehyung said, cheeks reddening.
"I did. In our freshmen year. My econ class let out early and I came back to find you going to town on yourself, but I crept back out and went to the lounge and waited until you were done," Jungkook said.
Taehyung gasped, covering his mouth in shock because he knew Jungkook wasn't lying. Jungkook's freshmen econ class usually guaranteed him an hour alone in their dorm and since he had the slot free, he usually got in days worth of jerking off. Taehyung had believed he had been so stealth by finding adequate time alone, having no idea that Jungkook had known the entire time. He wondered if Jungkook had experienced a similar reaction to catching him and his mortification turned to curiosity.
"Was that the only time you saw me?" Taehyung asked.
He didn't miss Jungkook's nervous blinking, before clearing his throat. "Of course it was and I made sure to stay away if econ was cancelled or if we were let out early," he said.
"Why would you do that?" Taehyung asked tilting his head.
"It's different now since we live in the suite, but back then I figured my econ class was your alone time just like your composition class was my alone time," Jungkook said.
"That makes sense. It's considerate really," Taehyung said.
"So can we move on?" Jungkook said, getting up and taking his mug to the sink, stumbling over his own feet, but catching himself before he fell.
"You're right. I'm sorry," Taehyung said. He really needed to get a grip. Jungkook was his friend and he was being a perv.
After finishing his own coffee, he got dressed for his history class and bid Jungkook a good day before he left. He was still thinking about what Jungkook said about their respective alone times and the way he had been feeling since last night when he felt someone clap his back and he turned around to see his friend Jin. Jin would understand him better than anyone else and would be able to help him sort through his thoughts.
"Do you want to hear something weird?" Taehyung whispered.
"Always," Jin shot back.
After looking around to make sure no one was listening, Taehyung said, "Last night I walked in on my roommate jerking off."
"No way! Really?" Jin said.
"Yes, really. I can't stop thinking about it," Taehyung said.
"Why what happened?" Jin asked.
"I barged in and he was just sitting on his bed, but that's not the crazy part. I've been thinking about him like really thinking about him," Taehyung admitted.
"You want Jungkook? Who doesn't?" Jin said.
"You think Jungkook's hot?" Taehyung asked.
"Everyone thinks Jungkook's hot," Jin said. "If he weren't so oblivious, he'd have like ten boyfriends," he said.
Taehyung mulled over what Jin was saying. Had he also been oblivious to Jungkook? What if he had realized Jungkook was hot at the very start? Would their relationship be different? Would his feelings for him be different? He liked Jungkook; they were dear friends, perhaps even best friends, but for the first time he felt more than friendly towards him. Am I in love with Jungkook, he asked himself, but that was absurd. His stomach wasn't filled with butterflies at the thought of Jungkook holding his hand or taking him on a date. His stomach was filled with butterflies at the thought of Jungkook forcing his legs apart. He wanted Jungkook to rest the full weight of his body on top of him while his long cock stretched his hole. Taehyung's feelings weren't complicated.
"So what are you gonna do?" Jin asked as they took their seats.
"I don't know, but I know I want him," Taehyung replied.
Taehyung sat in a daze as his music production professor droned on, but he was unable to get Jungkook's words out of his mind. He wondered if Jungkook still had designated alone time and if he did, he was certain it was during his music production class. He knew Jungkook was in his business class right now, but when it ended he was done for the day. He believed that if Jungkook had designated time where he did things alone in their suite, that would be the chosen time and Taehyung wanted to know what he was doing.
When their class ended, Taehyung grabbed his bag and was about to leave when Jin stopped him. "Class is upstairs," he said to him.
"I'm not feeling well, I'm gonna go back to my dorm," Taehyung lied.
"Oh, okay. Feel better," Jin said, turning to go to class.
Taehyung didn't know what he expected to find, but he was curious and would not be deterred. When he walked into their suite he called out for Jungkook just in case he was already there, but there was no answer, so he walked through the suite to look for him. With his door left open, Taehyung realized that Jungkook was definitely still out and he peered inside. Noticing a book on the floor, Taehyung decided to go in to pick it up. The book was back on the shelf when he heard a key in the front door. Panicked, he dashed into Jungkook's closet, leaving a gap in the door and holding his breath.
Taehyung and Jungkook never ventured into each other's rooms without the express consent of the owner and he was afraid of being caught. Not sure what his game plan was, his heart beat painfully in his chest as he watched Jungkook come into the room and deposit his bag onto the floor. He watched as Jungkook climbed onto his bed and started scrolling through his phone. Taehyung was really beginning to wish he hadn't dashed into his closet because as the seconds stretched on, the weirder it would be for him to emerge. Hoping that Jungkook would leave soon, he waited and continued to watch him.
Nearly 20 minutes passed as Taehyung hid in Jungkook's closet and he was getting bored. Jungkook scrolled endlessly, laughing occasionally, but nothing else. As Taehyung stood there, he tried to remember if Jungkook had mentioned a study group, but his thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook got to his feet and removed his shirt before reaching for his belt buckle. There were the rippling muscles that had made Taehyung lose most of the previous night, pleasuring himself. Down went his pants and Jungkook was suddenly in his underwear, his thick cock heavy in his briefs and Taehyung covered his mouth to contain himself.
While watching Jungkook, Taehyung couldn't believe it had taken him this long to realize his friend was hot. Maybe his denial had been good for their friendship and Taehyung needed to get a grip and recapture that denial. If he wanted to be fucked, there were plenty of guys willing. There was no justification for his behavior. Jerking off to his friend? Spying on him? What did he hope to achieve? He was slowly coming to terms that his behavior was not that of a well-adjusted person when his phone rang.
Panic coursed through him as he frantically tried to silence the ringer, but he knew it was too late and when he looked up, Jungkook's eyes were locked on the closet door as he walked towards it and yanked it open. For a moment they regarded each other silently. Taehyung just didn't know how he could ever talk his way out of this. There wasn't a lie good enough to excuse himself from being found in Jungkook's closet nearly half an hour after his arrival home. Taehyung was also having trouble keeping his thoughts away from Jungkook's cock as it stared at him invitingly.
"Taehyung… What are you doing in my closet?" Jungkook asked slowly.
Taehyung was lost for words. The truth wasn't an option so he began to inch forward out of the closet as Jungkook backed away from him. Turning to leave the room, he was going to make a run for it until he had a better idea, but he was stopped in his tracks as Jungkook grabbed his arm, pulling him against his chest. Taehyung struggled to free himself, but he was no match for Jungkook whose arm encircled his neck. There he was in Jungkook's grasp as he was brought crashing down onto his bed.
Wordlessly, Taehyung continued to struggle against Jungkook whose legs were wrapped around his body. The scene was quickly resembling a fantasy he had envisioned the previous night and he couldn't help but focus on the fact that he could feel Jungkook's smooth chest as he was manhandled. It wasn't until Jungkook used his legs to spread Jungkook's legs apart while holding his arm hostage did Taehyung accept that struggling was futile and he laid still, but this began to backfire on him. Taehyung realized that the only thing separating him from Jungkook's cock was a thin layer of fabric and he could feel it pressed against his back. His own cock began to swell in response and he didn't have to look down to see that he was tenting his shorts.
"Are you hard?" Jungkook asked letting him go. "Taehyung what's going on? You've been acting weird since… is this about last night?" he asked.
Taehyung sat upright on his bed, covering his cock, cheeks blushing furiously as he struggled to come up with something to say to Jungkook. Taking a deep breath, he decided on a clean version of the truth. He told Jungkook how the sight of him had made him feel things for the first time, skipping over the multiple orgasms he had as a result of it. He also told him how he had skipped class just to see if Jungkook used his music production class for alone time.
"Wait a minute. You skipped class to spy on me?" Jungkook asked.
"I don't know. I came in here to pick up that book that was on the floor," Taehyung said pointing. "But when I heard you coming, I panicked and ran into the closet," he said.
"Oh man," Jungkook said, leaning back on his bed, but quickly sitting upright when he remembered he was half naked and Taehyung's eyes were glued to his crotch.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make things weird between us," Taehyung said.
"Wait, don't beat yourself up too bad. You're not the only one of us who…" Jungkook said.
"Who what?" Taehyung asked, leaning in.
"Jeez, since we're both coming clean… I lied before when you asked if I had seen you jerk off only once. I actually saw you a few times," Jungkook admitted.
"Oh," Taehyung said, his face suddenly hot.
"I didn't have a crush on you or anything, but I couldn't stop thinking about it," Jungkook said.
"That's how I am. I don't have feelings for you like that, but I—"
"You what?" Jungkook said, leaning in to him.
"I don't know Jungkook. Once I say it, there's no taking it back," Taehyung said.
"Just say it anyway," Jungkook pressed.
Taehyung took a deep breath, fully prepared for their friendship to dive off of a cliff, but he needed to say it. "I want you to have sex with you. No, that's not it. I want you to fuck me," he said.
"So we'd be just two friends having sex," Jungkook said.
"Yes, exactly. We wouldn't be boyfriends, we'd be single, but we would have sex with each other," Taehyung said.
"And it wouldn't be weird if either of us started dating someone else right?" Jungkook asked.
"Right. If either of us wanted to stop this arrangement we would just stop," Taehyung said.
"Yeah and we could keep things just between us," Jungkook said.
"Totally! My lips are sealed," Taehyung replied. "But since we're discussing things, is there anything you want to try or… I mean, we're friends so you don't have to worry about scaring me off," he said.
Jungkook was silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head. "Not that I can think of. How about you?" he asked.
"I want it rough," Taehyung said flatly.
"Oh," Jungkook said, clearing his throat. "I mean if that's what you want," he said.
Taehyung was slightly embarrassed, but he swallowed, certain of what he wanted. The conversation had gone much better than he anticipated and he had a lot to think about. Still, he had no intention of thinking about those things now with Jungkook sitting next to him in his briefs. Taehyung had exercised every ounce of self-control he had as Jungkook's giant cock stared back at him, and now that he was given the green light, he knew exactly which desire he would satisfy first.
After removing his shirt, he crouched in front of Jungkook, tugging at his underwear and pulling them off, marveling at his dick as it grew before his eyes. His mouth watered and Jungkook hissed as he took the thick cock in his hand, tapping it on his tongue six times before wrapping his lips around the head. He was immediately overwhelmed with the sweet taste of Jungkook's dripping cock on his tongue and he squeezed it in search of more before allowing it to snake down his throat. Jungkook was in fact a big boy and Taehyung quickly dislodged his cock from his throat. Realizing he would have to work up to taking Jungkook in his throat, he licked down the base of his cock before burrowing his face in Jungkook's crotch.
"Oh fuck," Jungkook hissed as Taehyung bathed each heavy orb with his tongue.
Taehyung groaned as he took each ball in his mouth before licking his way back up his cock and spitting on it. He looked at the spit-soaked phallus and got to his feet shaking his head.
"Spit won't do for that," he said, looking at Jungkook's confused face.
Sprinting to his bedroom, he quickly retrieved a bottle of lube buried in the back of his bedside table before making his way back to Jungkook. He shook the bottle in to show Jungkook, understanding coloring his features and he laughed.
"What happened to wanting it rough," Jungkook asked as Taehyung poured lube onto his cock.
"I also want to live, so just give me a moment to adjust," Taehyung said, handing him the bottle before turning away from and falling to the ground.
"I'll be gentle at first," Jungkook said, and Taehyung gasped when he felt his large hand come down hard on his upturned ass.
Arching his back, he waited on his knees with his face pressed onto the rug and he waited, but instead of being greeted with cold lube, he was instead greeted with Jungkook's tongue on his hole. He cried out when Jungkook's palm came down on his ass again as he sucked on his hole and his cock throbbed underneath him. Taehyung never would have thought sweet and unassuming Jungkook would expertly lick his hole, but he was soon reduced to a whimpering mess under his tongue and was eager for his cock.
After a few minutes, Jungkook removed his lips with a loud squelching sound and Taehyung's chest heaved as he felt the cold lube being dripped onto his hole, quickly followed by two of Jungkook's long fingers and he shot up as they began to plunge in and out of his hole. A low whine began in the back of his throat when Jungkook added a third finger, pressing relentlessly against his prostate and stretching his tight ring until Taehyung was in desperate need to feel his cock.
With more lube being applied, Taehyung concentrated on taking measured, even breaths as he felt Jungkook's cock on his hole. Even with copious amounts of lube, three fingers to prepare him, and Jungkook being true to his word and pushing forward slowly, when Jungkook's cock breached his hole, Taehyung was driven by instinct to scurry away.
"Don't run now," Jungkook said, his grip on his waist tightening as he held Taehyung in place.
With nowhere to run, he lay there with his mouth open as Jungkook's cock filled him to the brim, digging deeper than any cock should have a right to until Taehyung felt like he could feel it in his throat. Taehyung was grateful that Jungkook allowed him a moment to adjust and he was more certain that ever that he needed Jungkook to fuck him hard and deep.
"OK," Taehyung said breathlessly, his heart racing in anticipation.
Only then did Jungkook begin to thrust in and out, each outward thrust making Taehyung feel like he was being turned inside out. Taehyung quickly began to unravel as Jungkook's pace increased, taking his own thumb in his mouth as the sound of skin slapping began to fill the room. Mercilessly, Jungkook slammed into his hole, each thrust reverberating in his bones and he let out a low whine as Jungkook arched his back nearly in half. Now that the initial shock had worn off, a grin crept across Taehyung's face.
He smiled because Jungkook was fulfilling a deep desire he had to be fucked, and also because Jungkook would be doing this to him for the foreseeable future. Now that he knew he had a ready and willing cock just down the hall, Taehyung considered his quality of life greatly improved. He was comfortable with Jungkook, but he didn't have to worry about treating him like a boyfriend. He didn't need to go through the motions with Jungkook, there would be no questioning of his whereabouts, or any jealousy. As long as they remained on the same page, their arrangement would be mutually beneficial.
He was still patting himself on the back when a particularly hard thrust took his breath away, but before he could gather himself, it was followed by another equally hard thrust. Over and over, Jungkook's cock barrelled into him hard and fast until his moans turned to pleas of fuck me and harder until his legs shook uncontrollably. Reaching underneath himself, he grabbed his cock and stroked it, making short work of himself and he came with a shriek. His eyes snapped shut as he came for the sixth time in 24 hours, shuddering violently as the force of it disarmed him.
While he painted Jungkook's carpet white, Jungkook himself continued to pound into him, his balls smacking against Taehyung's with each thrust. Taehyung cried out as his fingers dug into his waist as his body was rocked by hard strokes, but with a loud roar, Jungkook planted his cock deep. Taehyung's eyes popped open when he felt the hot spurts of cum deep inside him, feeling each flex of Jungkook's thick cock as it dumped its seed. With a final hard smack on his ass, Jungkook slowly removed his cock and Taehyung was left with a feeling of emptiness next to the sense of triumph radiating through him.
As Jungkook collapsed next to him on the floor, Taehyung fought to catch his breath, marveling at the way Jungkook had ensnared him so fully. Jungkook had been cast in a new light since Taehyung had walked in on him jerking off, and that light continued to blind him as he lay there with his hole pulsating deliciously in search of more. Even more, he was glad that it didn't feel complicated. It felt like the aftermath of one of their playful wrestling bouts down to wanting to smack the smug look from Jungkook's face.
"What's so amusing?" Taehyung asked.
"The way you were moaning oh my God Jungkook fuck me," Jungkook mocked with a laugh.
"Shut up!" Taehyung said, unable to stop himself from laughing as he lunged for him.
Naked, they writhed on the floor until Jungkook had him pinned on his back, and he turned his head away. After thirty seconds, Taehyung slowly turned his head to face him and he looked into Jungkook's eyes. Every thought in his mind evaporated as Jungkook leaned into him, and he opened his mouth to receive his tongue. As they kissed for the first time, the fluttering he had initially felt came roaring back and he devoured him hungrily. It wasn't until they broke apart and his vision became focused again did Taehyung realize that things had in fact become complicated.
It was like no time had passed. There was no ramp up to this conversation. He didn't need small talk to connect with Jisung even after more than twenty years. Talking to Jisung felt just as natural as it did in 2002.
As he walked into the coffee shop, Minho knew having a latte this late in the day was a terrible idea because he would be up all night, but he craved it. He was exhausted, but the caffeine was secondary; he simply liked the taste. Work had been running him ragged for six months and he had drank a lot of coffee in that time. When he woke up in the morning, a thrill ran through him when he remembered he could have another cup. It was the only thrill that ran through him these days. His life was a never-ending flow of deadlines and presentations with very little time for much else, but since he was 11, this is what he was told he wanted. He had worked hard in high school to get accepted to a prestigious college and from there he had worked like a mule until he graduated and landed his dream job. He should be thankful.
So he tried not to complain. His career had made it possible to leave his hometown of Holland, Michigan and afford a luxury SUV and a high-rise condo in Chicago with a view of the lakefront. By all metrics, he was living the dream that was promised, but he was still miserable and he couldn't explain why. Work took up most of his time, but it wasn't his life like it was for some of his coworkers. He did what he needed to do and he went home. Day in and day out was the same, filled with endless meetings and he went to them without complaint. Still, something was missing in his life, a piece large enough to make him listless and uncaring.
He thanked the barista for his latte before taking a seat near the window, hoping to catch a little sun before he needed to get back to the office. As he sipped his latte, he responded to a few emails before opening his notes app to start a grocery list for himself. He paid little attention to the other patrons as they came and went with a jingle of the chimes on the door. He was just about to get up to dispose of his mug when he heard a laugh that made his blood run cold.
Minho was instantly transported back to his grandmother's lake house in Holland in the spring of 2002. How many times had that laugh warmed his heart and how many ways did he embarrass himself with lame jokes just so he could hear it. He hadn't thought about that laugh in more than ten years, but hearing it again made him feel as though no time had passed. He only knew one person with that laugh and he had changed everything for Minho.
It was like seeing a ghost. Minho looked up to see him handing his credit card to the barista, and his heart began beating painfully inside his chest. Time's touch had left a few lines where none used to be, but beyond that he looked exactly the same. The same chocolate brown eyes that radiated light. The same pillowy soft lips that puckered pink and inviting. The same raven hair swooped to the left side of his face, voluminous and perfectly coifed. He even had the same chipmunk cheeks that Minho used to tease him about; he was still his little chipmunk.
Well, he wasn't his little chipmunk anymore. He hadn't been Minho's since they had each gone to opposite ends of the country for college. Minho had gone Nashville for a southern education while he had gone to Los Angeles for a west coast education. Like most high school sweethearts that far apart, they had inevitably grown in different directions, prompting them to end their relationship amicably during their first Christmas break. Minho couldn't be too devastated because he knew it was for the best. His only worry had been for his now ex-boyfriend.
Minho had to say something to him. More than twenty years had passed, but he was feeling things he hadn't felt in a long time and he would kick himself if he let him leave. So he got up to deposit his mug and walked over to him.
"Jisung," Minho said. It wasn't a question because he knew beyond doubt who he was and he watched as Jisung's face quickly shifted from confusion to understanding to disbelief.
"Minho? Oh my God," Jisung said, walking up to him and throwing his arms around his neck.
Minho held him tightly, the familiar blast of coconut oil and strawberries making his knees buckle. Even after so many years, Jisung still fit perfectly in his arms. He felt alive in a way he hadn't in decades and he feared what letting go would do to him, but he held Jisung back at arm's length so he could look at him.
"You look good Jisung. Really good," Minho said.
"Thank you. I see you've gotten even more handsome with time," Jisung said.
"I'm sure I look ragged and sleep-deprived," Minho said, ears reddening.
"Who among us isn't?" Jisung replied.
"So what are you doing here? You live in Chicago now?" Minho asked.
"No, I'm still in Holland. I'm just visiting my sister and getting a break from the kids," Jisung said.
"Kids?" Minho asked.
"Oh yeah. Changbin and I have three kids. Felix is 13, Seungmin is 11, and little Jeongin is 9," Jisung said.
"You married Changbin? Well that's great. Three kids, wow," Jisung said, feeling his heart deflate.
"Yeah it's great," Jisung said, smile not quite reaching his eyes.
Minho groaned as he felt his phone buzz and knew he was out of time. "Fuck, I have to get back to work," Minho muttered, silencing. his phone. "Listen, how long are you in town? I'd love to get a drink," he asked.
"I drive back tomorrow morning, but I can have a drink with you tonight," Jisung said.
"Great! My cell phone," Minho said, handing him his business card. "Call me tonight, I'll take you out. It was really good to see you," he said.
"It was good seeing you too," Jisung said, throwing his arms around his neck again. Minho held him tightly, melting in to the familiarity of his embrace, his hand lingering on the small of Jisung's back. As the seconds passed, however, he began to feel smarmy and he let him go. "I'll call you," Jisung said, pocketing his business card.
For the rest of the day, Minho walked around on a high, and nothing could bring him down, not even his boss dumping more work on him; he would take care of it on Monday. Today, he only had Jisung on his mind and that made him feel good. Jisung reminded him of a time in his life when everything was possible and he was on the cusp of something great. That hopeful feeling had been lost since he graduated from college, but he could feel it again and he would do anything to keep it from slipping from his grasp.
Still, there was another part of him that felt like his heart was being ripped in half. Jisung was married with children. He knew Jisung had moved on. Minho himself had moved on, but Jisung had children. His life had changed in such a drastic way, but in all the ways he had dreamed of. Jisung loved Holland and often told Minho that he wanted to live in Holland and raise a family. Minho didn't hate Holland, but he was glad to see it in his rearview. The slow pace of the small town just didn't work for him. He liked that he could get good Thai or Jamaican food anytime he wanted in Chicago. They had indeed grown in different directions.
He also felt scummy. Since Jisung hugged him, he had been having thoughts about him. Thoughts that were unbecoming for him to have about a married father. Thoughts that made him remember their first time together. Minho didn't think he had been more afraid of anything in his life, but it was a moment he treasured and one that he thought about from time to time. It had been his first time and it had been Jisung's first time and he remembered sneaking into his grandparent's lake house as if it were only yesterday.
"Minho we're going to get caught," Jisung said, nervously looking around.
"We're not gonna get caught. My grandma doesn't know you're going to be here. She just thinks I'm here because I need a quiet place to study," Minho said, trying different keys.
"How would she feel is she knew you brought a boy up here?" Jisung asked.
"I think she would just be happy that I'm not too damaged to get laid no matter the gender," Minho replied, earning him a smack on the arm.
"Who says you're getting laid?" Jisung asked.
"You did. To Channie. He told me," Minho joked.
"Christopher and his big mouth," Jisung muttered as Minho finally unlocked the door.
"Aww what's wrong? It's no secret that you want me," Minho teased.
"It's no secret that you want me. I heard about your little dream," Jisung said.
Minho's face flushed red. "I'm gonna kill Christopher," he said.
"Aww what's wrong?" Jisung said, poking him in his side.
"Jisung, you know I hate being tickled," Minho said, scurrying out of his reach.
"Fine," Jisung said, holding his hands up. "I want to go down to the boardwalk," he said.
"OK. I'll bring my Walkman," Minho said.
So they walked along the shore until they reached the boardwalk, pressing their arms together under the guise of sharing one pair of headphones while Destiny played in their ears. They were alone, but fear kept Minho from taking Jisung's hand, so their fingers only brushed periodically as they looked out at the lake and sat in silence. Summer was coming and with it would come the biggest changes of their young lives. Jisung didn't want to talk about the fact that they were leaving each other, but it kept Minho up at night. He just couldn't envision a life without Jisung next to him.
"I'm so glad you came," Minho said finally.
"You're glad I agreed to have sex with you," Jisung said.
"It's not that… Well it's not just that," Minho said and they both laughed. "We don't get moments like this a lot. Just the two of us," he said.
"I know," Jisung said, taking his hand.
Fighting the instinct to pull away, he locked fingers with Jisung as they stared at the crashing waves. Minho liked holding Jisung's hand and they often held hands when they were alone, at movies, and in the fleeting moments in the hallway of their high school when they passed each other. He felt complete when he was connected with Jisung and before he could stop himself he leaned over to kiss his forehead.
"Have you seen anyone around here?" Jisung suddenly asked.
"No. It's just you and me," Minho answered looking around.
"Good because I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me out in the open while the sun sets," Jisung said.
"Jisung what if someone sees?" Minho asked.
"So let them look. If one of us were a girl it wouldn't even be a question," Jisung said.
Minho looked around again, and when he was certain no one was watching, he tilted Jisung's chin up with his fingers before their lips met. The sound of the waves and squawking seagulls faded away as their lips crashed into each other. While Lake Michigan raged around them, Minho kissed the boy he loved and he had an epiphany. Jisung had wanted to wait for the perfect time and the perfect place to give themselves to each other. Minho hadn't understood him, eager as he was to have sex for the first time, but as they kissed out in the open under the sun he realized that it didn't matter if they were alone or not. He loved Jisung and he didn't care who knew it. Minho wanted to be someone who deserved to love Jisung. A man strong enough to love out loud, not someone willing to skulk in the shadows and hide away from himself. He had learned in locker rooms and in church that how he loved was wrong, but nothing in his life felt quite as right as kissing Jisung, so he just couldn't accept that loving Jisung was wrong or something of which he should be ashamed. It would have been wrong to allow Jisung to give himself to him before coming to this realization. Even if they had limited time left before they were apart, he wanted to live it openly with him.
"Minho," Jisung whispered breathlessly, his cheeks flushed.
"You were right. If someone wants to look, let them. I don't care what anyone thinks. I love you, Jisung" Minho said.
"I love you too, Minho," Jisung said, wrapping his arms around his neck.
It wasn't the cool breeze that made Minho's hair stand on end, it was knowing that no matter how far apart they might drift, he knew he would never stop loving Jisung.
Minho had spent the weekend with Jisung at his grand mother's lake house and when he got home on Sunday, he sat his mother and father down and told them he was gay. His mother had fidgeted uncomfortably, but she had hugged him and told him that she loved him. His father left. At 9 that night, he was tasked with picking his father up from a bar in their town since he was too drunk to drive. He had gone on at length about being afraid for Minho; afraid that people would treat him differently. Minho had told him that he could deal with it as long as his father didn't treat him differently, so he didn't. After coming out, his life had returned to the way it was except now he held Jisung's hand whenever he wanted and dared anyone to look too hard.
Back at his office, he reminisced about that weekend, surprised at how vivid his memories were. Jisung had shattered his worldview and changed his life with a kiss. He had felt the courage to come out, but it was the one and only time he had ever come out to anyone. Minho wasn't afraid, but he also didn't care to disclose who he was to anyone else. His parents had earned the right to know that part of himself, but for everyone else, his sexuality was like his date of birth: he felt no qualms disclosing it when asked, but it wasn't information he needed to offer anyone. He had never told Jisung how much he changed his life.
"Knock knock!" came a voice breaking him out of his thoughts.
"What's up Hyunjin," Minho said.
"Some of us are going out for drinks after work. I came to invite you," Hyunjin replied.
"Can't tonight, I'm busy," Minho replied.
"Ooh, got a date?" Hyunjin asked.
"No, I ran into an old friend from Holland. We're going out for drinks," Minho said.
"An old boyfriend?" Hyunjin pressed.
"Has anyone ever told you how nosy you are?" Minho asked.
"Only you," Hyunjin said.
Minho laughed. Hyunjin was his best friend in Chicago because they understood each other. Hyunjin was also from a small town in Michigan who left and never looked back. He was also obsessed with Minho's dating life, and he often set him up on blind dates until Minho had put his foot down. Finding him good lucking guys wasn't a problem for Hyunjin, but Minho had never connected with any of them. After his chance encounter with Jisung, he was beginning to see why.
"If you change your mind, you have my location," Hyunjin said before leaving his office.
Minho shook his head before deciding to call it a day; he wasn't getting any work done while his thoughts were so consumed with Jisung. Besides, he wanted to go home and change, telling himself that he merely wanted to freshen up, but he was growing disgusted with the way he was thinking about Jisung. They're just thoughts, they don't mean anything, he told himself as he drove back to his condo. He certainly wouldn't act on the thoughts he was having. Like he told Hyunjin, he was simply meeting an old friend for drinks.
The extra attention he paid to his hair didn't mean anything; he was going out and wanted to look good. The $600 cologne he never wore was also merely a coincidence and only chosen because it matched the outfit he chose. He certainly wasn't trying to impress Jisung with his second-hand Rolex; his smartwatch wasn't appropriate for his look. Minho just wanted to look good for his night out because he didn't have many. Fridays nights were reserved for unwinding from the work week, usually with Chinese takeout, red wine, and an inane action movie. He was simply making most of the night.
By 7:45 he was pacing around his condo when he got the sinking feeling that Jisung might not call. Jisung was probably just smarter than him and could see the writings on the wall. Perhaps Jisung had picked up on the fact that Minho had hugged him just a little too long, pressing their bodies together just a little too closely. He likely saw through Minho's invitation for what it was: a thinly veiled desire to open past doors that were better off remaining closed. What did that say about him, that he would have these thoughts about Jisung? Jisung was his first love, but the boy he kissed by the lake is gone. That boy is a now a married father of three sons. Minho had read enough books and watched enough Lifetime movies to know he was the scumbag in this situation.
So when his phone rang at 8:15, he thought about declining it, or finding an excuse to blow Jisung off, but his resolve was shattered when he heard Jisung's voice.
"It was so good seeing you today. I'm so excited about catching up," Jisung said.
"M-me too. I know a great spot for a drink,"Minho said.
"Actually, when my sister found out that you invited me out, she made plans with some friends of hers. I didn't really pack anything for a night out, do you mind hanging out with me here at her apartment?" Minho asked.
"Oh, sure of course that's fine. Text me the address, I'll be on my way," Minho said, removing his watch.
"Great. I'll see you soon," Jisung said before hanging up.
Minho didn't think going to a private place with Jisung was a good idea, and he told himself that as he made the drive to Wrigleyville, a bottle of wine in the passenger seat as he drove. His thoughts became more repugnant by the minute as he pushed forward and soon he was pulling into the parking space outside of the building where Jisung was. As he made his way to the door, he realized he was being presumptuous. He might not deterred by the fact that Jisung was married, but that didn't mean Jisung was intent on upending his life and for what? A night with him? The thought calmed him as he was buzzed inside the building and ascended the stairs.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door three times before Jisung opened the door and his breath caught in his throat. Standing in front of him was Jisung, his hair curly and disheveled on top of his head, and the scent of coconut oil and strawberries engulfing him with a punch. Jisung had changed out of his t-shirt and jeans, swapping them for an oversized buttoned up white shirt that stopped midway down his thighs and nothing else, leaving his hairless legs exposed for Minho to see. Minho was rooted where he stood, his heart knocking against his chest as he took in the sight of him so ready to be ravaged.
Jisung's cheeks reddening made him realize he was staring, so he cleared his throat and handed him the bottle of wine. "You look great," Minho said, wishing he had said something unrelated to how Jisung was dressed.
"Thanks. I seriously under-packed. This was my last clean shirt," Jisung said.
"It suits you," Minho said, removing his shoes.
Jisung chuckled. "I'll go open this," he said, waving the wine bottle. "Please, sit," he said.
So Minho took a seat on the couch and waited. He hadn't felt nerves like this since he was in high school and Jisung had kissed him for the first time. He was suddenly back in Holland in Jisung's parent's basement with a box of Franzia Jisung had convinced his older sister to buy and he wondered if sharing wine 2026 would result in them making out on the couch the way they used to. I need to get a grip, he thought to himself as Jisung came back with the wine bottle and two glasses.
"I bought this bottle maybe a year ago, but I didn't drink it. Something told me to save it for something special," Minho said, accepting the glass.
"That something special was me?" Jisung asked.
"How often do we share wine these days?" Minho asked.
"Fair point. I don't know about you, but my wine intake has gone up," Jisung said.
"I bet. Three kids… wow. Must be great," Minho said.
"They are! So great. Felix is my little pride and joy, he's so smart and kind. Seungmin's my baby though. He's very tough and sarcastic on the outside, but inside he's a little sweetie. And Jeongin rules my house; everyone bends to his will," Jisung said with a laugh.
"They sound precious," Minho said.
"They are, but I'm sorry I always make the conversation about them. We're supposed to be catching up," Jisung said, sipping his wine.
"No no, we are catching up. I want to know about your life," Minho said.
Jisung chuckled. "My life is car pool and grocery shopping. I'm sure your life here in this city is more interesting. You always said you wanted to leave Holland and you did for Chicago of all places," he said.
"What's interesting about my life? I go to work and go home and go back to work again and I pay an absurd amount of money for somewhere to sleep and change clothes," Minho said, downing his glass.
"Yeah but you did it. You got out of Holland," Jisung said.
"Didn't we both get what we wanted? You live in Holland with your three kids and your husband," Minho said.
"We just never know how life's going to turn out. I didn't expect my life to be this," Jisung said.
"Me neither. I wish I would have thought about things a little deeper. I was so rigid back then," Minho said.
"So was I, but hindsight and all that," Jisung said.
"What would you do differently if you could?" Minho asked.
"I don't know," Jisung said, pouring himself more wine. "I wish I would have traveled more while I was still young enough to be out all night. What about you?" he asked.
"Me? I let a few opportunities slip through my fingers. Too late to correct that mistake," Minho replied.
It was like no time had passed. There was no ramp up to this conversation. He didn't need small talk to connect with Jisung even after more than twenty years. Talking to Jisung felt just as natural as it did in 2002. They talked and shared inside jokes like they did when they were seventeen. Minho learned that Jisung's mother was in a care facility in Holland and he told him about his parent's exodus to Florida. They talked about the pains of getting older, with Minho telling Jisung about how his back would eventually be a problem for him and Jisung told him about how his knee aches when it rains. They quickly went through the wine Minho bought before moving on to a second bottle of wine as they leaned close to each other out of habit and soon two hours had gone by as they stared into each other's eyes.
"I never told you this, but I owe my life to you," Minho said.
"What do you mean?" Jisung asked, gazing into his eyes.
"That day we kissed on the boardwalk. You set me free that day. I wanted so much to be a man you deserved that I stopped being afraid of who I am," Minho said.
"You were always so fearless. I wish I hadn't been so afraid. Maybe I… never mind," Jisung said.
"No you can tell me," Minho said.
"Look I don't regret my choices, but like you said, I wish I would have thought about things a little deeper back then, but let me ask you something. Why don't you have any kids?" Jisung asked.
"Well that's easy: I've only loved one person enough to want to have children with them, but that's impossible now," Minho said, sitting his glass on the coffee table.
"What was he like?" Jisung said.
"He's beautiful and kind and sweet and I can't stop thinking about him," Minho replied.
"I'm sure he thinks about you too," Jisung said.
"Does he? Does he know what I'm thinking? Does he know that it's taking every once of self-control I have to sit here and keep my hands to myself?" Minho asked.
"What if he doesn't want you to keep your hands to yourself?" Jisung asked, gulping.
Minho took a deep breath to steady himself, certain it wasn't wise to continue down this path, but unable to contain himself. "Then I might do this," he said, gripping Jisung's exposed thigh.
"Minho," Jisung whispered breathlessly.
Jisung's inner thigh was warm and inviting and he squeezed it tightly, his own cock throbbing painfully in his pants. There was nothing stopping him from sliding his hand up just a little further underneath Jisung's shirt, but what would that make him? The other man? Would he be responsible for breaking up a marriage, making Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin children of divorce?He didn't know if he could live with himself if that were to happen, so he let go of Jisung, shuddering before taking a sip of wine.
"Listen Jisung, it's been great to see you and catch up, but I think it would be smart if I left. If I stay here—"
"What?" Jisung asked, leaning in close enough for their foreheads to touch.
"I can't be here with you dressed like this," Minho said, his hand creeping up Jisung's thigh again until it was gripping Jisung's waist.
"You're probably right because seeing you here like this is bringing up old feelings and I might get the urge to do this," Jisung said, kicking his leg over to straddle him.
"You probably shouldn't," Minho said, gripping either side of his waist. "And I know I shouldn't kiss you, but I'm going to," he said.
When their lips touched, any misgivings he had about kissing a married man dissipated because he wasn't kissing a married man, he was kissing the love of his life. Jisung could have all the children he wanted with his husband back in Holland, but he would always be the love of his life and that was evident in their kiss. The decades wasted chasing a dream he no longer wanted were irrelevant, the only thing that matter was Jisung's tongue in his mouth and his weight on top of him.
Their lips broke apart for only a second before he planted them on Jisung's neck. The same breathy moan that he helped cultivate when he was seventeen began to fill the room as he traced all the familiar pathways that he knew set Jisung on fire as well as new tricks he had learned in his time. Minho hungered for Jisung and his made quick work of his shirt until Jisung was clad only in the thin running shorts he wore.
"Wait, my sister could come back. Come on," Jisung said, taking his hand.
He followed Jisung through the apartment to a bedroom where Jisung promptly shut the door. No sooner had the latch clicked when Minho was on him again and they made their way to the bed. He moved faster than he had in years as he threw off his shirt and pants before diving between Jisungs spread legs, shuddering violently as the essence of Jisung scrambled his thoughts and he pressed his face into his crotch. Like a time machine, the familiar scent transported him to a happy time in his life and just like then, he pawed at Jisung's waistband until his cock sprang free.
A groan from deep within his chest came rumbling to the surface as he wrapped his lips around Jisung's cock, taking it deep in his throat while Jisung writhed underneath him. He held Jisung's legs open wide as he licked down the base of his cock, taking each of his balls in his mouth before licking up the length to suck on the head again, but just like when they were in high school, Jisung was soon pushing his head away and he stopped to look at him in amusement.
"You still get there fast huh?" Minho asked.
"No, I don't actually. I haven't needed to do that since-"
But Jisung abruptly stopped talking, cheeks red as the weight of his words began to sink in. Minho felt for him, but not enough to deter him, so he pushed his legs back instead to expose his hole. Without a second thought, his tongue breached Jisung's ring, staring deeply into his eyes as Jisung unraveled beneath him. Rimming Jisung was new for him; it just wasn't something they did back then. Over the years, he had fantasized about what it would have been like to taste Jisung's hole, to make him whimper using his tongue in order to prepare him for his dick. His years of experience were paying off as Jisung became putty in his hands.
When he was certain Jisung was ready for him, he spit onto his waiting hole before spitting on his own cock and massaging it in. Just like he did before, he leaned over to kiss Jisung as he lined his cock with his waiting hole. While he sucked Jisung's tongue, he pushed his cock forward, breaking through his tight ring and eliciting a muted whimper from Jisung. As Jisung's hot depth enveloped his cock, his eyes rolled back and he was suddenly at the lake house. Unlike then, however, he didn't need to quell Jisung's cries who instead hit him with a teary-eyed plea of fuck me as he bent Jisung's legs back.
Minho was transfixed as Jisung's pecs bounced with each thrust. Noticing that Minho was watching, Jisung covered his chest by crossing his arms, but this wouldn't do for Minho. After moving his hands out of the way, Minho took Jisung's nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the brown nub and sucking it, eliciting a whimpered yes from Jisung. His pace began to increase again as he found a rhythm with his lips around Jisung's nipple, Jisung's cock in his hand and his cock and Jisung's hole. He could feel Jisung's nails digging into his back, but he fucked him without mercy, unable to get his cock deep enough to be satisfied.
He didn't know what he wanted to do to Jisung. Above all he wanted him to feel good, but what happened next? Did he expect to fuck Jisung so well that he would leave his husband? He loved Jisung, but he knew that what he was doing to him was cruel. It was cruel of him to fuck him this well and leave him confused. What did he expect to gain? Would he move to Holland to be with Jisung because he had no expectation of Jisung leaving his family for him. The short answer was yes. He would do anything for Jisung including move back to Holland and become his secret lover or leave him alone entirely. Minho had made the foolish mistake of losing Jisung once and he wouldn't do it again.
While Jisung moans turned to babbling underneath him, Minho moaned savoring the feeling on Jisung's hole milking his cock as he contracted around it. It wasn't until Jisung cried out I'm cumming that Minho opened his eyes and he planted his cock deep as his own orgasm tore through him, his grip tightening on Jisung's waist as his hole wreaked havoc on his cock. Completely zapped of energy, he collapsed on top of Jisung and they both fought to catch their breath.
"You never did that to me in Holland," Jisung said, rubbing his back.
"Me? I feel like you sucked my soul from my body," Minho said with a laugh and they lay together in silence for a moment.
"Minho?" Jisung asked.
"Hmm?" Minho replied.
"That was incredible. Truly incredible. I'm probably drunk, but I don't know how I'm supposed to go home and be normal after that," Jisung said.
"I know what you mean. I haven't stopped thinking about you since we ran into each other at the coffee shop and I definitely won't be able to stop now," Minho said.
"I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do," Jisung said.
Minho looked him and he wanted to kick himself. Two decades had passed, but Jisung still teared up when he was scared about something. He wanted Jisung, but the last thing he wanted was to cause him pain. Minho didn't know what he should do because he knew whatever Jisung decided would hurt him, but which choice would hurt the most?
"I don't think I can tell you what to do, but whatever happens, I love you Jisung. I've always loved. I never stopped loving you not even when we broke up," Minho replied.
"I'm scared," Jisung admitted.
"I am too, but I'll do whatever you want me to," Minho said.
"I want you to stay. Will you stay with me tonight?" Jisung asked.
"Of course I'll stay, chipmunk" Minho replied.
"I haven't heard chipmunk since Bush was president," Jisung replied with a tearful laugh.
"You'll always be my chipmunk," Minho said.
Repositioning himself, Minho lay with Jisung's in his arms, his back pressed against his chest while he peppered his hair with kisses. He ignored his exhausted body while his mind raced thanks in part to his midday latte, but Jisung's teary eyes were also burned into his retinas. This was officially complicated. He had crossed a line with a married father of three. Far too many innocent people were at risk of being hurt because he was desperate to get back to a happier time in his life; a time he knew was tainted with nostalgia. Jisung looked to him for what he should do, but he didn't know because pain was inevitable, but whose pain was the question.
"Johnny wait wait wait! Please, I'm sorry!" Doyoung said, heart racing as he tried to keep Johnny's hands at bay.
"No no no, you wanted this. Don't you remember everything you said?" Johnny asked.
Doyoung knew he had no one but himself to blame for his predicament, but while Johnny was away for work he had found a way to amuse himself and pass the time. Truthfully, Doyoung had missed Johnny terribly, but he was annoyed with him for taking his sixth business trip in a year. Doyoung had wanted to tease him with what he was missing, but he had also wanted to punish him for making him wait for him. Now that Johnny's trip was over, he fully intended to pay for toying with him, but he was realizing he had pushed Johnny just slightly too far...
"Doyoung I have to leave or I'm going to miss my flight," Johnny said in exasperation.
"I'm sick of you leaving to take flights," Doyoung replied, wrapping his legs around Johnny's waist.
"You're being a brat, Doyoung. You know I have to leave for work," Johnny replied, trying to extract himself from Doyoung's grasp.
"Fine," Doyoung said, letting him go. "Just one more time. Please, Johnny," he said.
"Doyoung," Johnny said with a sigh.
"Five minutes. I promise," he said, turning to face away from him.
A giddy smile spread across his face when he heard Johnny's belt buckle. Five minutes was no time, but it would have to do if he was expected to last another two days without Johnny. He was arched over, waiting with baited breath for Johnny to give him the five minutes that was meant to satiate him for the two days when he felt a hard smack on his ass. Crying out in pain, he scurried away as he tried to get the stinging to stop. He whipped around to see Johnny securing his belt around his waist before picking up his carry on.
"It wasn't five minutes, but I'm sure it'll get you through until I get back," Johnny said with a laugh.
"Johnny!" Doyoung cried out, crossing his arms.
"Don't be a brat. I'll see you Tuesday," Johnny said as he walked out of the room.
Thinking Johnny was just teasing him, Doyoung waited, but the sound of the front door slamming shut filled him with anger.
"UGH!" he exclaimed, slamming his fists on the bed.
Reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, he lit one hoping to get his frustration under control. This was just like Johnny to get him riled up only to leave, and he did things like this because he enjoyed watching Doyoung suffer. Johnny also enjoyed making him cum until Doyoung couldn't bear to be touched, but he wasn't focused on that part. He was upset that Johnny hadn't given into his request for a measly five minutes. However, if Doyoung was honest with himself, he was upset because he already missed Johnny. These work excursions were the bane of his existence. It didn't matter if the trips lasted two or ten days or if months passed between them, Doyoung hated every one of them and he was miserable the entire time Johnny was away.
He felt so silly when a tear spilled over his eye, and he quickly wiped it away as he stared at his phone. He wanted to call Johnny, but he knew Johnny hated flying, so calling him now wasn't a good idea. Johnny wouldn't be comforted until his flight landed and his teary moping would only make him feel bad. As annoyed as he was, he hated that Johnny would be miserable on his flight without him. Until Johnny was safely on the ground, he would save his frustrations for himself.
Doyoung hadn't always been this way over men and he wouldn't even consider himself a whiny brat over men in general. It was Johnny who made him this way. Before Doyoung met Johnny, his life was different. He had been a missionary guy, maybe doggy style on the weekends, but he lived an ordinary, boring life until they met. Johnny was a junior advertising executive who traveled a lot for his career and to anyone else, he was just an unassuming suit with a boring job and back pain in his future. For Doyoung, meeting Johnny at his best friend's wedding had been an awakening, a lifeline, a blessing, and a curse.
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He felt like a blubbering idiot as he dabbed his eyes while watching his friend dance with his husband for the first time. Taeyong was his best friend, and he had come to really like Jaehyun over the last three years. He didn't know two people better suited for each other. It made him wonder if he would ever meet someone he loved enough to vow his eternal love. He thought he loved his last boyfriend, but that had turned into a disaster. Doyoung didn't know if this would ever happen to him, but he wouldn't drive himself crazy thinking about it.
He looked away from the couple to see the best man coming towards him clutching a bottle of champagne that he drank from without a glass, his tie loosened and hanging haphazardly around his neck. Doyoung had met Jaehyun's brother Johnny the night before at their joint bachelor party, and he wasn't sure how much he liked him. He was handsome, with his slicked back hair and flirty eyes, but he had the air of a guy who knew he was handsome from a young age and never bothered to develop a real personality. He was arrogant and Doyoung crossed his arms when he approached, not wanting to be dragged into a conversation.
"I hate weddings. Everyone's too emotional," Johnny said when he was in earshot.
"Your brother just got married. I would think it would be an emotional time for you," Doyoung said.
"No you're right. I'm very emotional," Johnny said, jutting his lip out. "Why don't you come back to my room to comfort me," he said.
"You're a pig," Doyoung said.
"You have no idea," Johnny replied, flicking his tongue out at him.
"Let me guess: I would enjoy finding out huh?" Doyoung asked, taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
"Maybe you shouldn't find out. I'm probably too much for you to handle," Johnny said.
"Is this how you bow out gracefully after you've been rejected?" Doyoung asked.
"When did you reject me?" Johnny shot back.
Doyoung scoffed. "Can't you read between—
But Doyoung never finished his thoughts, freezing in place as Johnny's lips crashed into his. In his shock, his mouth fell open and Johnny's tongue snaked its way inside and everything around him faded away; the music, the chatter of the wedding guests, and even time itself seemed to stop as Johnny's kiss disarmed him. The wistful emotions that had consumed him as he watched his friend get married were quickly replaced by a longing he had never experienced and when Johnny broke apart from him, he could only stare as his chest heaved.
"I'm in room 127. Come find me later," Johnny said in a husky voice.
Doyoung fell to his seat as he watched Johnny walk away before downing the rest of his champagne. He looked around to flag down a waiter for another glass, but decided he needed something strong and stood up to walk to the bar. Knees wobbling, he meandered to the bar and ordered two shots of tequila, downing them both as he watched the best man mingling with people and just being charming. He touched his lips, still tingling where his lips had touched his and Doyoung wondered if Johnny was just casting a wide net and he had managed to get caught. He wasn't the type to randomly hookup with guys, but he was feeling something new and decided it might be a good idea to step out of his comfort zone.
Two hours and two shots letter he found himself walking past room 126 and he waited outside Johnny's room, unsure he wanted to knock. He didn't know much about Johnny, he was at his best friend's wedding, and he was a little drunk and clearly not thinking clearly. If he went back to his own room now, no one would be any the wiser and Johnny might get the hint that he wasn't interested. Certain he was making the right decision, he turned to leave only to come face to face with Johnny who gave him a knowing look.
"I see you've come to find out just how much of a pig I am," Johnny said, walking towards him.
"No, I was just… I was just looking for my room," Doyoung backing away from him.
"No you weren't. You've been thinking about me all night and your little cock got hard because if I can kiss that well, you wonder what else I can do well. Isn't that right?" Johnny said.
"You're full of yourself aren't you?" Doyoung said, feeling the wall against his back.
"You can be full of me too," Johnny replied, pressing against him.
"I should just go," Doyoung said.
"Then go," Johnny said, blocking his path.
"I will. You're just in my way," Doyoung said, hearing the sound of a room key card swiping a lock.
He turned to walk away, deciding to take the long way instead, but Johnny's grip on his arm tightened and he was being dragged into the dark room and the light of the hallway slowly faded away as the door closed. His protests went ignored as he was hoisted into the air, forced to straddle Johnny's waist and he was carried through the dark room before being placed gently on Johnny's bed and he was suddenly aware that Johnny was lying between his outspread legs.
"Johnny," Doyoung whispered breathlessly as his hands were raised above his head.
Doyoung didn't know what Johnny was doing, fidgeting with his hands, but soon Johnny's focus shifted and he Doyoung moaned when he felt his lips on his neck. Doyoung's cock grew under Johnny's touch and he could sense that his shirt was being unbuttoned, but he froze when he realized he couldn't move his arms. Johnny had tied his arms to the headboard above him. This wasn't Doyoung's style. He didn't go around being tied up by men.
"Johnny, I don't know about this. I don't like being tied up," Doyoung said as Johnny finally unbuttoned his shirt.
"I should have known you were wearing an undershirt. That's my bad. I hope you weren't attached to this t-shirt," Johnny said.
Doyoung gasped when he heard tearing sounds and he realized Johnny was ripping his undershirt off so he wouldn't have to untie him. He was about to express his irritation when he felt Johnny's tongue on his nipple eliciting a moan from him as his lips wrapped around the sensitive nub. Soon, his moans were filling the room as each flick of Johnny's tongue may as well have been around his cock giving how much it throbbed and his indignation at being tied and his shirt being ripped fell away as Johnny caressed his body and sucked his nipples.
His concerns all but melted away as Johnny attacked his nipples, but he cried out in shock as Johnny's teeth clamped down hard. He fought against his restraints, but Johnny had tied him tightly, and he couldn't move. Unable to scurry away, he could only lie there and groan as Johnny's torture raged on. Though his breathing picked up and his heart hammered in his chest, he realized it was only the initial shock that was making him panic and he didn't hate the pain especially when Johnny alternated between nipples and between licking and biting. Being tied up and having his nipples attacked wasn't something he ever did and here he was being mixed up in things like this with Taeyong's new brother-in-law.
As Johnny's moved lower down his body, he fought against the urge to push his head away, unable to do so because of his restraints. Doyoung heard himself making noises he had never made in his life as Johnny peppered his abs with kisses, bites, even sticking his tongue in his naval. If Johnny was able to unravel him this quickly and his belt was still on, he could only shudder to think what he could do to him and his eyes widened when he felt Johnny reaching for his belt, but Johnny stopped and flicked on the bedside lamp.
"What's wrong why did you stop?" Doyoung asked, blinking to shield himself from the light.
"Well you told me you were going to go and that you didn't like being tied up," Johnny said.
"What? Are you screwing with me?" Doyoung said, looking at him in confusion.
"I haven't begun to screw with you. I'm just saying, if you want out, now is the time. I won't stop and I won't be gentle," Johnny said, placing a kiss on his abs.
Doyoung wasn't listening; he just wanted Johnny to keep making him feel this way. No man had ever made him need the way Johnny made him need and Johnny's gentle remark didn't even matter to him. If rough was what Johnny thought he needed so be it.
"Johnny," he whined.
"Alright, try not to fall in love," Johnny said, kissing his lips before turning out the light again.
Doyoung felt like he couldn't keep up with Johnny even when he felt his pants being unbuckled. He didn't know it yet, but Johnny had already hooked him, so much so, that he raised his hips to help Johnny remove his pants.
"I was wrong about you. You're a big boy," Johnny said, taking his cock in his hand.
Before Doyoung could respond, his breath caught in his throat as Johnny's lips wrapped around his cock, his legs snapping shut only for Johnny to spread them wide again as he licked down the base of his cock. Doyoung was truly stuck as Johnny held him in place, licking from his balls up to the tip of his cock and back down again. He moaned wantonly as Johnny took his cock in his throat, and he grew increasingly more enraptured by the older man and the masterful way he milked his cock, but too soon he could feel the familiar pressure letting him know he was close. Not wanting to cum too fast, he strained against Johnny's hands, desperate to close his legs, but Johnny must have heard the warnings in his whimpers. Letting his cock fall out of his mouth with a plop, Johnny instead sank his teeth into his inner thigh. His orgasm receded instantly as Johnny teased the ticklish area, but he could only squirm and shriek until Johnny let him go.
So happy was he that Johnny had let go of his thigh, that he didn't piece together that Johnny was pushing his legs back and it wasn't until he felt Johnny's tongue breach his hole did he finally snap into focus. Clenching his feet and pulling at his restraint, his mouth fell open as he experienced Johnny's tongue on his hole for the first time. A hard smack on his ass elicited a groan from him, making him remember to breathe. The returned flow of oxygen however made him register his reaction to being spanked and he stored it away to examine when his hands were free.
As the minutes passed, his hole became increasingly more sensitive as Johnny's tongue plunged into him over and over and for the first time in his life, he felt like he needed to be fucked. Johnny's tongue only made him crave something bigger, but Johnny didn't seem like he was going to stop anytime soon.
"Johnny," Doyoung whimpered, unsure how much more he could take.
"If you want me to fuck you, just say it," Johnny said.
The idea of begging Johnny to fuck him made him shake his head. Johnny was arrogant and crass, and Doyoung had fallen into his trap once that night by being found outside of his hotel room. Now he was here with him, bound to his headboard with his legs bent in half while Johnny sucked his hole. Begging Johnny to fuck him would require swallowing his pride and Doyoung didn't know if he had room inside of him for that, but he didn't have a choice. He was tied up and this was a game of chicken he was going to lose.
"Johnny… would you fuck me?" Doyoung mumbled.
"What was that. I couldn't here you. Speak up," Johnny commanded.
He knew Johnny wouldn't make this easy for him, so with a sigh he clearly said, "Johnny please fuck me."
"That's all you had to say," Johnny said, groaning as his hand came down hard on Doyoung ass again.
Doyoung was grateful for the darkness because he was certain his face was bright red as Johnny rummaged for something on the nightstand. From apprehension to begging for it, Doyoung knew that no matter how the night ended Johnny would be able to say that Doyoung had begged to be fucked by him. What if he told Taeyong and Jaehyun? Doyoung didn't know if he could handle them even knowing he hooked up with Johnny, let alone that he had whimpered and pleaded for his dick.
He gasped when he felt something cold on his hole, followed by what he assumed were Johnny's fingers and he knew he was being lubed. He was enjoying the way Johnny's fingers stretched his ring when Johnny pressed on a spot inside him, causing him to cry out.
"Did I find the magic button?" Johnny said, taking aim at this spot again.
Over and over, Johnny focused on this spot until Doyoung's legs shook and his tongue lolled out of his mouth in a pant. Johnny deliberately focusing on his prostate made Doyoung feel like he was having one continuous orgasm or that he had to pee, but even his fingers weren't enough. Still, he was grateful that Johnny didn't make him beg for it again as the weight of the bed shifted as he climbed between his legs again. When he felt Johnny's cock against his hole, nervous anticipation filled his stomach and he shut his eyes.
"Don't forget to breathe," Johnny whispered, taking his earlobe between his teeth.
Doyoung tried to take even breaths as Johnny began to push forward, crying out when he felt Johnny's cock break through his tight ring, pushing deeper until he could feel Johnny's hips on his ass. He felt full to the brim and he could feel every inch of Johnny's cock who surprisingly let him adjust, sticking his tongue in his mouth again. Just like their first kiss, everything fell away and Johnny kissing him took control of his mind. Even when Johnny began to thrust in and out of his hole, it was Johnny's tongue exploring his mouth, and Johnny sucking his tongue that made his thoughts scramble
When they broke away he heard himself mutter kiss me again please before he could stop himself, needing Johnny's tongue on his lips. For once, Johnny didn't taunt him for being needy and kissed him. Even when Johnny's grip tightened on the sides of his waist and his thrusts became harder, Doyoung still wanted to be kissed. His cock lay between them, neglected and leaking pre-cum, but he was certain he wouldn't need to touch his cock if Johnny kept devouring his mouth this way.
They continued in this way for several minutes with Johnny sucking his tongue and his cock stretching his hole at a leisurely pace until a particularly hard thrust made him cry out. Johnny's slow and deliberate strokes became hard slams that he could feel in his stomach, but he was restrained and could only endure as pummeled mercilessly deep in his gut. The grunts that punctuated each thrusts turned into long drawn out moans and exclamations of Oh my God as Johnny wreaked havoc on his prostate.
Laying underneath him, Doyoung was a whimpering ball of nerves as Johnny encircled his nipple with his tongue and his cock was unrelenting on his hole. Doyoung could feel himself coiling tighter around Johnny's finger with each thrust. He still thought Johnny was arrogant and obnoxious, but he couldn't deny the way his cock was making him feel and the way his kiss melted his brain, making him think nonsense. Why was Johnny doing this to him? What did he gain by making Doyoung fall in love with his cock? What would happen to him when their tryst was over? How was he supposed to function if Johnny wasn't kissing him and filling him with his cock on a regular basis?
Doyoung had long moved past his initial shyness with regular cries of fuck me as Johnny's thrusts grew faster until pressure began building in his stomach. His whimpering intensified, so desperate was he to touch his own cock and blow the load he could feel waiting just beneath the surface, but his cock remained out of his reach and thoroughly ignored by Johnny. He felt suspended in space, approaching the cosmos that were just within his grasp, but unable to take the leap to reach it and he was desperate to reach it. So desperate that he let out a frustrated sigh that got Johnny's attention.
"I know you wanna cum. Just cum for me Doyoung," he said with shaky breaths.
Doyoung knew that Johnny was teasing him. He couldn't cum if Johnny himself didn't take his cock in his hand because he certainly couldn't. He groaned in frustration again, desperate for an orgasm that was just out of reach.
"Cum for me Doyoung," Johnny said again in his ear.
Over and over Johnny encouraged him to cum, his voice like silk as he taunted him. Cum for me over and over again, their lips barely touching as Doyoung desperately tried do as he was ordered. Only when Johnny stuck out his tongue and brandished it across Doyoung's lips was he finally able to let go and his back arched as cum erupted from his cock. Tears filled his eyes as Johnny's assault on his hole drove his orgasm to previously unreachable heights and only then did Johnny take hold of his cock. As the glow of his orgasm began to recede, his cock became increasingly more sensitive and his moans of pleasure quickly became whines of discomfort under Johnny's torturous hands.
"Johnny stop it's too much, it's too much!" Doyoung cried out.
Johnny let go of him with a chuckle, placing a kiss on his lips. "You're so whiny," Johnny teased. "Do I make you whiny?"he asked, burrowing his face in Doyoung's neck.
Doyoung's eyes rolled back feeling Johnny's lips on his neck. The answer was yes, but he wasn't sure why. Johnny made him feel a lot of things for the first time, but there had to be a reason. It wasn't just his good lucks and quick comebacks. Doyoung didn't even recognize himself. The more Johnny toyed with him, the more he wanted to be toyed by him. Johnny knew how to get under his skin and Doyoung could see that he got off on teasing him but why was he getting off on Johnny teasing him?
He didn't have time to think about the answer to that because pressure began building in his stomach again, exacerbated with each thrust, but the feeling was different and all too familiar, so he decided to ignore it, certain that Johnny wouldn't be much longer. However after several minutes, Johnny showed no sign of stopping and Doyoung felt like he would burst if he continued.
"Johnny… Johnny you have to stop," Doyoung said.
"Something's wrong?" Johnny asked.
"Yes, I have to pee," Doyoung replied, holding on with all his might. This revelation was met with silence as Johnny continued to hammer into him without pause. "Didn't you hear me? I have to pee," he whined.
"Who's stopping you from peeing?" Johnny said. Even though Doyoung couldn't make out his face that well in the dark, he could hear the smirk. Johnny was taunting him again.
"Johnny don't joke, I can't hold it for much longer," Doyoung said, his hold on his bladder weakening by the second.
"Okay, okay. I guess I shouldn't do this though," Johnny said.
Doyoung's eyes popped open as he felt Johnny's hand press down hard on his abdomen, just below his navel. Before he could make sense of what was happening, he groaned as a stream of piss erupted from his cock with relief so immense that he fully let go of his bladder, dousing himself and Johnny in the hot spray. He could feel embarrassment creeping in as Johnny's pace increased. Doyoung knew things like this happened because he had seen it in porn, but Johnny making him piss himself was making his face hot and he shuddered at the thought of Taeyong finding out about it.
While wishing he would evaporate, the sound of Johnny's loud roar made him stop as Johnny planted his cock deep inside him. Doyoung gasped when he felt the hot spurts of cum soothed his battered insides, and he could feel him shuddering as he came, his breathing heavy. With a sigh, he relaxed his muscles as Johnny's cock fell out of his hole with a plop and he turned the bedside light on. The light blinded him, but as he came down to earth as reality began to settle in. He was exhausted, his hole ached, and he was covered in sweat, cum, and piss.
"You're as good as I knew you'd be," Johnny said, tapping his cheek twice before reaching for his hands.
Doyoung didn't say anything as his hands were freed. Now that it was over, he knew he had to leave but he didn't want to. Something inside of him told him that he needed Johnny; some ancient impulse was screaming at him that he needed this man and he know Johnny wouldn't make it easy for him. As great as it was, he couldn't help the disappointment that coursed through him.
"You're so whiny and bratty," Johnny said, using a towel to wipe himself before throwing on his best man suit pants again.
"I'm not a brat," Doyoung said, petulantly.
"Whatever, get dressed so we can go," Johnny said.
"Where are we going?" Doyoung asked, confused.
"To your room of course," Johnny replied.
"T- to my room?" Doyoung said, still confused.
"Did I fuck a few screws loose? Yes to your room," Johnny said.
"I don't—"
"Doyoung, you pissed all over my bed. Did you think I was going to sleep in that? I'm gonna stay with you and I'm gonna fuck you again and again. All night long in fact, but try not to piss yourself again, we're running out of beds," Johnny said.
Doyoung's jaw dropped at his words, but before he could respond, Johnny leaned in, pushing his tongue into his mouth and Doyoung's mind was scattered until Johnny broke away from him. Something was wrong with him; Johnny shouldn't have this much power over him and so quickly. Making him lose himself in his thoughts? Inviting himself to staying the night in Doyoung's room? Asserting that he would fuck him all night? It was too much and Doyoung wanted to stand up to him. He wanted to tell Johnny that he wouldn't be pushed around by him, but it was a lie and he sighed as he got up to get dressed.
"Good boy," Johnny told him.
In addition to examining why he seemed to like being spanked now, he would also have to examine why he liked when Johnny called him a good boy. It had been an evening of true firsts and revelations and Doyoung had no idea the emotional turmoil this man had in store for him.
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The memory of his first night with Johnny always made Doyoung's dick hard, and he rolled around on their bed in frustration with the predicament Johnny had left him in. He supposed he could just jerk off; he would be spending the next two days jerking off anyway, but he didn't want to just jerk off. He wanted to be fucked. Making himself orgasm was easy, but that's not what he really after. Doyoung wanted to be stuffed and bred, he wanted Johnny's sweat dripping all over him, and he wanted Johnny's hand wrapped around his throat while he did it.
Sighing in frustration, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. He was about to pour some of it into his hand, when he stopped. He could spend the next hour jerking off until his cock was too sore to be touched, or he could plan for when Johnny came home. Doyoung was sure to be miserable for the next two days, so he needed to find a way to divert his attention away from the fact that he missed Johnny so much. Johnny had also screwed with him before he left, so Doyoung decided to repay him. He knew fucking with Johnny was his hole's funeral and that's exactly what he wanted.
Putting the lube away, he lit another cigarette to help him think. Cigarette smoking was a habit he picked up from Johnny all because he wanted whatever was in Johnny's mouth in his mouth as well, so he was a smoker now. Everything Johnny did, he wanted to do to. When Johnny moved, he moved. Sometimes he felt pathetic like he was losing himself to this man, but he didn't care very much. He wanted to lose himself in Johnny and he had a sneaking suspicion that Johnny was the same way. Johnny wasn't just his boyfriend. Johnny was also his master, but Johnny always said they didn't have a typical dominant/submissive relationship. Doyoung believed it was because Johnny never missed a chance to indulge him of anything. Doyoung would do anything for Johnny, but he also knew Johnny would do anything for him, and even more than that, Johnny would do anything to make him pout, something he learned the first night they spent together.
I should call Taeyong, he thought to himself. Whenever he thought about their first night, he inevitably thought about Taeyong. Taeyong would be able to help him. His phone rang for a minute before the video call was declined. It was 3:30 on a Sunday; where the hell was Taeyong. He was about to try again when his phone rang. Taeyong couldn't answer his video call, but could call him instead? Weird, he thought.
"Taeyong," Doyoung answered.
"Doyoung! Hey what's up?" Taeyong replied between heavy breaths
"I had to- is this a bad time?" Doyoung asked, eyes narrowing.
"No it's fine. Now's a good time," Taeyong said, still breathing heavily.
"I need you to come out with me tonight," Doyoung said, still suspicious.
"I don't know Doyoung- Jaehyun please," Taeyong said, clearly holding the phone away from his mouth.
"You have to go out with me. If I go out alone, Johnny might kill me," Doyoung said.
"What are you up to? I thought Johnny was out of town. Why so eager to go out?" Taeyong asked.
"To mess with him of course," Doyoung said.
"Doyoung why do you need me for your weird sex games with Johnny?" Taeyong asked.
"Because he's gone for another two days. Would you rather I lie in bed and mope instead?" Doyoung asked.
"So the choices are I help you get back at Johnny for your freaky sex or you lie around like a wounded puppy for the next two days?" Taeyong asked.
"Yes that's exactly it," Doyoung said.
"Ugh, I'll be ready at 9," Taeyong said.
"You're a prince," Doyoung said before the line went dead.
Taeyong was his safeguard and was instrumental to his plan. Going to a club alone might provoke Johnny's wrath and Doyoung didn't want that. Doyoung wanted to poke the bear, he didn't want to pet the bear's cub and steal food out of its mouth; he wasn't suicidal. Not that he would ever cross the line with anyone else, but Taeyong's presence would stop Johnny from thinking the worst. Taeyong was married to Johnny's brother after all and Doyoung was certain the two kept no secrets from each other and was equally certain that Jaehyun wouldn't keep anything from Johnny.
So at 8:58 he was knocking at Taeyong's door, eager to get his plan started. He was staring at Johnny's location on his phone, watching the little dot showing that he was safe in his hotel room when the door opened and a shirtless Jaehyun greeted him.
"Is your husband ready yet?" Doyoung said, barging past him.
"He should be out in a moment. I guess I have you to thank for disrupting our evening," Jaehyun said, shutting the door.
"I'm sure you can let my friend rest for one night. Besides, I know you're why he was breathing heavily on the phone earlier," Doyoung replied.
Jaehyun had the decency to look ashamed as Taeyong walked in, his brow furrowing at the sight of him.
"Don't you think you're dressed a little… slutty?" Taeyong asked.
Doyoung did think his outfit was slutty. Deep in his closet, he had found a t-shirt he wore when he was in high school and several sizes smaller. The t-shirt now functioned as a crop top, and when he paired it with low-rise jeans, it exposed his belly and waist. Even a small smattering of hair was visible over the top of his belt. It was the kind of outfit Johnny would absolutely forbid him from wearing, and he would have to change if he wanted to leave at all and would likely be punished for his audacity. It was the perfect outfit to where while Johnny was hundreds of miles away.
"That's the point friend. Jaehyun, would you video call Johnny?" Doyoung asked.
"Why would I do that?" Jaehyun shot back.
"Just ask him how his flight went and then turn the camera around to show me and Taeyong. Tell him we're going out," Doyoung said.
"I don't know how I got involved in your foreplay with Johnny," Jaehyun said, taking out his phone. It rang twice before Johnny answered. "Hey Johnny, just checking to see if you made it in," he said.
"Yeah a little turbulence, but it was fine. The hotel has a bar, so I'm probably going to get a little drunk," Johnny replied.
"You're not the only one," Jaehyun replied.
They stood in silence for a moment and Doyoung could feel Johnny's eyes on him. Without saying anything, they could hear the call end and Jaehyun looked at him in confusion.
"Just give him a—"
Doyoung couldn't even complete his sentence when his phone rang. He flashed it to show Taeyong and Jaehyun before declining it.
"Not right now. He's stewing right now. I'll call him in the car," Doyoung said.
"Don't have Taeyong out too late," Jaehyun called after them as they walked to Doyoung's car
"You can drive," Doyoung said, tossing him the keys and getting into the passenger seat.
He could hear Taeyong muttering under his breath, but he needed both hands free for this conversation. In the car, he donned his airpods before calling, certain Taeyong didn't need to hear what Johnny was going to say to him. Johnny had called twice already and Doyoung was sure he was aggravated about his calls being ignored. When he pushed Johnny's contact the phone was answered on the first ring.
"Hey Johnny," Doyoung said in his cheeriest voice.
"'Hey Johnny,'" Johnny said back in a mocking tone. "Doyoung why are you dressed like that? Where are you going?" He asked.
"I'm going clubbing with Taeyong. Say hi Taeyong," Doyoung said, putting the phone on speaker.
"Hi Johnny," Taeyong said.
"Hi Taeyong. Doyoung, take me off speaker now," Johnny said in a low voice. Taeyong looked at him nervously, but Doyoung could feel fluttering in his stomach. "Doyoung, turn around and go home right now," he said
"What's the problem, we're just going out for drinks," Doyoung replied.
"Doyoung I know you're trying to piss me off and it's working. Just go home now and I won't punish you for walking out of the house like that," Johnny said. Doyoung had to contain himself while sitting next to Taeyong for fear that he might moan out loud. "Why are you so quiet? I bet you're hard right now aren't you you little perv," he said.
"Johnny, you only have yourself to blame. You should have given me the five minutes," Doyoung said.
"Doyoung," Johnny said, and he could hear the exasperation in his voice. "I see the little dot on your location still going in the opposite direction of our house," he said.
"Taeyong's driving us to the club," Doyoung said.
"Taeyong won't be there to save you," Johnny said before hanging up.
Biting his lip, Doyoung put his phone in his pocket and gazed out the window at the night sky. He didn't even need to go to the club at that point, his objective was complete, but he was already out and they were less than a minute away so he didn't say anything as Taeyong pulled into the parking lot.
"When you're unable to eat, sit, or walk properly, I don't want to hear about," Taeyong said, killing the engine.
"Come on. We don't have to stay long. I know you have to get back to your husband," Doyoung said.
They looked arms before heading into the club, the loud music reverberating inside his bones. As he looked around, Doyoung didn't know what Johnny's problem was; there were men dressed far sluttier than him present. They were making their way to the bar when they ran into a couple friend talking to a man they didn't know.
"Mark, Haechan. What are you doing here?" Taeyong asked.
"Clearly trolling for a third," Doyoung said.
"Doyoung you have such a filthy mouth," Haechan said, cheeks reddening.
"Don't be embarrassed. We can work something out," the man said, eyeing them hungrily.
"Don't mind my friend. His boyfriend's gone for a few days so he's free to spread his hatred," Mark said, eyeing him.
"He can join us too," the man said, eyeing him.
Doyoung rolled his eyes, but he got an idea and thought perhaps the man could help him.
"What's your name sir?" Doyoung asked.
"Yuta," the man said shortly.
"Taeyong, why don't you take a picture of. Yuta, Haechan, Mark and me," Doyoung said.
"Do you want Johnny to kill you?" Taeyong asked.
"What's going on? Are you provoking Johnny on purpose?" Mark asked.
"Yeah he is. It's like foreplay for them," Haechan said.
"He clearly has a death wish," Taeyong said.
"All of your remarks are noted and disregarded. Yuta," Doyoung said, turning to the man. "If your boyfriend abandoned you—"
"He didn't abandon you, he's on a work trip," Taeyong interrupted.
"If he abandoned you," Doyoung continued loudly. "Would it be wrong for you to screw with him just a little because you miss him? he asked.
"If by screwing with him you want me to take you home—"
"No, nothing like that. I just want you to pose in a picture with me," Doyoung said quickly.
"Sure. We can take a picture," Yuta said.
"Great! Mark and Haechan you have to pose too," Doyoung said.
Mark rolled his eyes, but grabbed Haeechan's arm and stood on his side. On his other side, Yuta stood next to him. So focused on Taeyong, he didn't react to Yuta's placing his arm around his waist and placing his other hand on his exposed stomach while Taeyong clicked away.
"Alright Yuta," Doyoung said, pushing his hand away, his finger inching towards his waistband.
"Maybe I wouldn't screw with him, but I wouldn't leave you behind either," Yuta whispered into his ear before walking off.
"You're sure you want to send this to him?" Taeyong said.
"Not tonight. I'll send it in the morning I think. Don't forget to text it to me," Doyoung said.
"You really get off on him beating you?" Haechan asked.
"He doesn't beat me," Doyoung replied.
Doyoung had long realized other people just couldn't understand. They heard punishment and their mind went to punching and kicking, but their relationship wasn't like that. Johnny never harmed him, but Doyoung liked to be punished. Being tied up by Johnny had awakened something inside of him, making him crave being at Johnny's mercy. Johnny knew him better than he knew himself, pushing him to the limits of what he could stand and opening him up to new pleasures in the process. Provoking him sometimes only heightened the experience for Doyoung.
"Johnny would never hurt him, this is just the freaky dom/sub play that they like," Taeyong said.
"Maybe we should do that," Mark said to Haechan.
"Please. It's been four years and you cry every time I put it in," Haechan said, garnering giggle from Doyoung and Taeyong.
"Haechan!" Mark exclaimed, hitting his arm.
Doyoung had a drink with Taeyong, Mark and Haechan before deciding it was time to leave. Eager to get back to his husband, Taeyong agreed and they bid farewell to Mark and Haechan who went to find Yuta. After dropping Taeyong back at his house, he made the short drive back to his house with Johnny. No sooner than opening the door did his phone ring, seeing that it was Johnny, he decided that answering it would be his safest option.
"Hello," he answered, kicking off his shoes.
Johnny remained silent as Doyoung turned on different lights and he was worried that he may have accidentally hung up on him, but the line was connected and he could hear Johnny taking slow and measured breaths, so he knew he had to wait for Johnny to speak. Feeling the rage radiating from him, Doyoung took off his pants and climbed on top of their bed. After a dozen quick strokes his cock came to life as he waited for Johnny to speak, only the sound of his breathing was proof that he was on the line.
"I see you finally made it home an hour after I told you to go home," Johnny said.
"You're not mad at me are you?" Doyoung whispered breathlessly into the phone as he stroked his cock.
"Oh I'm not mad because I had an epiphany. You couldn't sit at home and be a good boy, so maybe it's sitting you don't like. I'll help you with that. You won't want to sit for a week," Johnny said.
"Promise?" Doyoung said as he stroked his cock faster.
"Promise? Doyoung I know you have a boner for punishments, but are you trying to piss me off?" Johnny said. He let out a strangled cry as he stroked his cock and Johnny chuckled slightly. "OK Doyoung. Go ahead and rub your cock while you imagine everything I'm going to do to you. I want you to remember this moment. Remember everything you said and did to deserve what I'm going to do to you. No amount of Johnny please will save you," he hissed into the phone.
With a violent shudder and a whimpered Johnny, ropes of cum shot from his cock and he groaned uncontrollably as the phone fell from his ear and onto the bed next to him.A satisfied smirk spread across his lips as he savored his orgasm. It couldn't compare to the way Johnny made him cum, but hearing his voice on the phone while he threatened him with punishments was enough to finish Doyoung and he took of his t-shirt to clean the cum off of himself before reaching for his phone again.
"I hope it was good for you," Johnny said before the line went dead.
Doyoung looked at the phone and wondered if he had gone too far. He didn't fear Johnny hurting him, but maybe he was really upset. He wanted to mess with Johnny, but he didn't want to upset him. Perhaps going out dressed like that and not obeying when he was told to go home had pushed Johnny too far. He was beginning to feel grateful that he hadn't sent Johnny the picture with Yuta; Taeyong hadn't even sent it to him. I'll tell him to delete it in the morning, he thought to himself before climbing under his blanket ready to deal with the worst part of Johnny leaving: sleeping alone.
Doyoung never slept well while Johnny was away. When they slept, he and Johnny didn't believe in personal space. Doyoung typically slept with Johnny's leg draped over his body or with his face pressed against his shirtless chest. No matter how they moved through the night, some part of them always touched. If Johnny got up to piss in the night, Doyoung's eyes would pop open and he would lie there until he came back and they resumed sleep together. Taeyong had once remarked that they were a little twisted for their sleeping habit, but Doyoung had shrugged. Twisted or not, it was the only way he knew how to sleep anymore. So he stared at the ceiling for an hour until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled out his phone. Johnny answered on the first ring and he propped the phone on his pillow and turned to face him.
"Couldn't sleep?" Johnny asked. Doyoung shook his head and Johnny chuckled. "Your Bambi eyes won't change anything," Johnny said, but Doyoung could see him arranging pillows on his end so that he could prop his phone up before lying down to face him.
They lay in silence as they stared at each other, and Doyoung could feel himself relaxing. Perhaps he pushed things a bit with Johnny, but there he was on the other end of the line, comforting him and helping him fall asleep. Maybe he deserved the punishment that was coming and his hole quivered in anticipation, but for a moment Johnny wasn't his master. For just a moment Johnny was his boyfriend who would stay on a video call all night with him just so he could sleep a little better.
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When he woke up on Monday morning, he reached for his phone. Johnny had disconnected the call in the night, but he was certain he just needed to get to work. Johnny had a meeting that he was probably en route to and he would fly in on Tuesday morning. He groaned out loud as he stretched before scrolling on his phone, liking a selfie posted by Haechan when his phone rang. It was a little early for Taeyong to be calling and he wondered if something was wrong as he accepted the call.
"Oh Doyoung, I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot," Taeyong said before he could speak.
"What happened?" Doyoung asked, still too sleepy to make sense of what Taeyong was saying.
"Haven't you looked at your notifications? I sent you the picture with Yuta, Mark and Haechan," Taeyong said.
"Yeah, I decided not to show it to Johnny. It'll just make him angry," Doyoung said.
"Oh my God," Taeyong said.
"What's wrong?" Doyoung said, finally picking up on Taeyong's tone.
"I accidentally sent the picture to you and Johnny," Taeyong replied.
As Taeyong's words sunk in, he placed the call on speaker before opening his messages. There it was: Doyoung standing there with Yuta's arm around his waist and his hand on his belly staring at him hungrily while Doyoung smirked at the camera. In a group chat that consisted of him, Johnny, and Taeyong was the picture. It was clear proof that he had done more than simply have a drink with Taeyong at the club. Heart racing, he opened his text thread with Johnny. Soon, he realized he could no longer see Johnny's location. No matter what he did, he could not see it and he began to panic.
"Taeyong, I have to go," Doyoung said, ending the call immediately.
This is bad, he thought to himself, tapping his thigh. Johnny turning off his location was a bad sign, but he didn't even know if it was a good time to call him. If he called and Johnny didn't answer, he couldn't be sure it was because of the picture. For all he knew, Johnny was at his meeting that warranted the trip in the first place. Doyoung was suddenly wide awake and he got out of bed and threw on his bathrobe. Unsure what to do with himself but unable to sit still, he began to pace back and forth.
Doyoung wasn't worried that Johnny would think he had crossed the line with Yuta. Johnny had to know that it was just him being a brat and nothing else. Of course it wasn't anything else; he and Johnny had spent the night on a video call and Johnny had watched him sleep. Johnny knew Doyoung wouldn't sleep with another man, but behaving the way he did: disobeying Johnny's order to go home, dressing like a slut when Johnny was hundreds of miles away, and letting Yuta touch him was enough to worry Doyoung. This was definitely bad.
Deciding he was too wired for coffee, he went into the kitchen to make himself a mug of tea. As he waited for the kettle to bring his water to a boil, he decided to call Taeyong back. For the life of him, he couldn't see why Taeyong would send that picture to their groupchat. He was about to tap his contact when he decided against it. It was Taeyong's fault that he was being a dumb slut and letting another man into his space. If he hadn't been so wrapped up in his scheme he would have been thinking rationally; any other time, he would never have allowed Yuta to throw his arm around his waist, much less touch his exposed stomach. Doyoung knew this was his fault.
As he sipped his tea, his phone rang and it was Taeyong calling him back. Hoping Taeyong wasn't feeling guilty, he answered quickly to let him know it wasn't his fault.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hey, have you talked to Johnny?" Taeyong asked.
"No I haven't called him. I assumed he was in his work meeting, why?" Doyoung asked.
"Because Jaehyun told me that Johnny stopped sharing his location with him," Taeyong said.
"He stopped sharing his location with me too," Doyoung said, shoulders slumping.
"Oh Doyoung I'm so sorr—"
"Don't apologize Taeyong. It wasn't your fault I decided to act like a big slut. I should have gone home when Johnny told me to," Doyoung said.
"What are you going to do?" Taeyong asked.
"I'm going to wait for him," Doyoung said simply.
"Good luck," Taeyong said.
Doyoung lowered the phone and stared blankly ahead. Unsure of what to do with himself, he went back to their bedroom and climbed into bed again. Morning turned to afternoon as he lay there, unmoving and unfeeling and he still hadn't heard from Johnny. He wished Johnny would at least call, not caring if he yelled or called him names. The radio silence was worse than any of that. If Johnny didn't care enough to blow up at him, Doyoung didn't know how he would ever survive. Johnny had come into his life and taken over every aspect of it and Doyoung couldn't live without him because he didn't know how to live without him.
Doyoung knew he was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn't stop the tear that fell over the bridge of his nose. He was always shedding tears over Johnny. He cried whenever Johnny told him he had to leave for a business trip and he cried again when Johnny actually left for the trips. Sometimes tears spilled over in the aftermath of some punishment he had earned and he would cry while Johnny wrapped his arms around his head, peppering him with kisses while assuring Doyoung over and over that he was still his good boy. Those tears confused him because he couldn't pinpoint them to a single emotion and he clung to Johnny while letting all of those emotions run free.
He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up the sun was beginning to set and he was thirsty and starving. Picking up his phone, he was hoping to see any sign of Johnny but there was no text or call. He was about to close his phone again when he realized he could see Johnny's location again, but he tilted his head in confusion. Johnny was supposed to be away for another day, taking a flight back tomorrow morning, but according to his location, Johnny wasn't hundreds of miles away like he should be, he was in a car that was ten minutes away from their house.
His heart swelled when he realized he would be seeing Johnny in a few minutes, but was quickly deflated when he realized what that meant. Johnny was coming for him. He had provoked Johnny, been willfully disobedient, and had crossed a line with another man. This wouldn't be a sweet reunion. He needed to prepare. Running into the kitchen, he downed a bottle of Gatorade before rummaging for a granola bar. He hadn't eaten all day and had only consumed a cup of tea. Johnny wouldn't care that he was too famished and he needed energy.
He was still chewing as he turned on the shower and got under the water and began soaping his body. With no time to enjoy the hot spray, he quickly rinsed off and reached for a towel. He nearly broke his neck stepping onto the floor, but he had to move quickly and he ran through the house for his phone. Johnny's location showed that he was five blocks away and his stomach began to flutter. Johnny had really taken an earlier flight and was coming for him. He let out a nervous squeak as he went to his closet for something to wear. His instincts told him to wear thick, baggy sweatpants, but he knew Johnny would see through that and make him take them off, so he settled on a pair of running shorts.
When he was dressed, he took notice of his shaking hands and willed himself to relax and stood in front of the door and waited. Johnny turning off his location during the day and only turning it on when he was close was purely for Doyoung's benefit. Johnny was approaching their house and Doyoung was sure Johnny knew the mess that Doyoung was. He didn't have to call to spark fear into his heart because he had known Doyoung would be watching for his location to return. Doyoung believed that Johnny knew him too well because he always did little things like this to ensure that he was staunchly under Doyoung's skin. Johnny's hand was constantly wrapped around Doyoung's heart and it was nothing for him to squeeze it a little if that's what he thought Doyoung needed.
After a few minutes, Doyoung peaked out of the window to see a car stopped in front of their house and Johnny emerged from the backseat, slinging his carry-on over his shoulder. Doyoung watched him salute the driver before turning around and his eyes zeroed in on him immediately. His knees buckled as Johnny watched him, a smirking crossing his face as he walked up the path to their house. Doyoung was suddenly too afraid to face him head on, so he ran. He didn't know where he would run to inside their house, but he couldn't offer himself up for Johnny so easily.
As he ran, he turned off lights in different rooms and he settled on their guest bedroom to hide himself and he went inside before locking the door. Doyoung only ever came in this room to dust it every few weeks or to make up the bed when Jaehyun went out with Johnny and was too drunk to drive back home. With only the street lamp light to illuminate the room, he slid into the corner and listened. The sound of his heart beat nearly drowned out the sound of Johnny opening the front door. The sudden darkness seemed to amuse Johnny because Doyoung heard him chuckle.
"Come out Doyoung. I just want to talk," he heard Johnny say, sending shivers down his spine. Doyoung wasn't a fool. He knew talking was the last thing Johnny wanted to do. "Doyoung you know you can't hide from me," Johnny said, and he shut his eyes tight. "Doyoung you're not being a good boy by hiding. I'm going to find you. Are you in here?" he asked, and Doyoung heart sped up as Johnny jiggled the locked handle. "Doyoung did you really think you could hide from me in here?" Johnny asked. Doyoung could hear him walking away from the door, but he was sure he hadn't given up. Not even thirty seconds passed before he could hear Johnny returning, but this time he could hear a key being inserted into the locked door and he knew it was over for him.
He kept his eyes closed when he heard the door swing open and Johnny's footsteps approach. and he could even feel Johnny crouch down in front of him, but he still kept his eyes closed. His breath caught in his throat when he felt Johnny's fingers run through his hair, crying out when those fingers gripped his hair and pulled his head back, and he finally opened his eyes to see Johnny's face. He didn't look angry or happy to see him as he slowly got to his feet, dragging Doyoung with him by his hair.
Doyoung's chest heaved as Johnny brought him closer, so close that their lips almost touched. He was about close the distance and kiss him when pain shot through his body. Using his other hand, Johnny had grabbed ahold of his balls and squeezed. He cried out as he desperately tried to get out of Johnny's reach.
"Johnny wait wait wait! Please, I'm sorry," Doyoung said, heart pounding as he tried to keep Johnny's hands at bay.
"No no no, you wanted this. Don't you remember everything you said?" Johnny asked, squeezing tighter
"Johnny please," Doyoung whined before Johnny finally relinquished his balls, strengthening the grip on his hair.
He shook as Johnny dragged him out of the room, but when Johnny turned left instead of turning right to their bedroom, he knew his fate had been sealed. He and Johnny only used the basement when they needed to contain the noise and contain the mess. This wouldn't be a quick or painless punishment, and his cock twinged as the door swung open. As he walked down the stairs, he was greeted with the familiar sight of of the metal shelves Johnny had constructed to contain the many items he liked to use on Doyoung and the plastic covered bed that sat in the center of the room.
Under the hazy light that hung from the center of the room, Doyoung lay on the bed as his cock throbbed in his shorts and he waited as Johnny removed his sweater and tied his hair back.
"I have a few things planned for you, Doyoung," Johnny said, rolling up his shirtsleeves. "I had time to think about everything while I watched you sleep last night. I did the math. I told you to go home at about 9:15-9:20, but your little dot on my phone stayed out until 11. That's about 100 minutes of you not obeying me. So I'm gonna spank your little ass 100 times until it's red and tender to the touch, and you're gonna keep count," Johnny said.
Doyoung's eyes widened as he watched Johnny sit on the edge of the bed and he knew what was expected of him and he stood up and pulled his pants down. Johnny smirked at the sight of his hard cock, but didn't say anything and Doyoung bent over to lie on his lap, his cock pressing into his thigh as he waited.
"Don't forget to sound off," Johnny said, rubbing his hand on his bare ass, making the hair on his neck stand before bringing his palm down hard on his ass.
"ONE!" Doyoung shouted, trying to quickly process the pain before the second blow landed. "TWO!" he shouted, Johnny's focus shifting to the other cheek. Over and over Johnny's hand came down on his ass and he had to shout the number. By the time he shouted "THIRTY-SEVEN!" tears were spilling from his eyes, but he knew it would be foolish to stop counting. Johnny would focus on a particular cheek for ten smacks or so before switching to the other but would then immediately switch back, and it was torturous for Doyoung to not know which was next.
"You're not loud enough!" Johnny yelled over his crying.
"SEVENTY-TWO!" Doyoung wailed as Johnny's palm came down hard.
It was the the longest five minutes of his life and by the time it was over he was crying earnestly, his ass stinging where Johnny had focused most of the blows and his knees shook as he hobbled to his feet and waited for Johnny to to tell him what to do next.
"You're pretty when you cry. I should make you cry more often," Johnny said, licking the side of his face.
His cock throbbed at the unexpected feel of Johnny's tongue, and he stuck his own tongue out in response, moaning when Johnny took his tongue in his mouth. His crying quickly came to a halt as Johnny kissed him, but he knew his punishment wasn't over as Johnny walked away from him to retrieve something from his bookshelf of horrors. Doyoung waited with baited breath only for Johnny to return with thick rope and he turned around and gingerly climbed onto the bed, lying on his back with his arms raised above his head.
"Doyoung I don't understand you sometimes. You pick now to be a good boy when you could have been a good boy from the start," Johnny said as he tied his arms to the headboard. "But look at you, after all that you're still hard," Johnny said, smacking the head of his cock.
"Johnny, I'm sorry—"
"You can save it Doyoung. I just don't think you've learned your lesson," Johnny said.
"I have. I promise I have," Doyoung said.
"Really. What lesson have you learned from doing this," Johnny said, fishing his phone out of his pocket, swiping for a moment and turning the screen to face him. There Doyoung was, showing all 32 teeth while another man held him close, his hand an inch from his cock.
"I was just—"
"You were just what?" Johnny said, placing his phone on the shelf. "You brought this on yourself Doyoung. Now, I indulge your whining because it amuses me, but you'll remember this night the next time you let another man get too close," he said as the sound of a phone ringing distracted him.
Doyoung realized that it was his phone and Johnny rummaged through his pockets before finding his phone and answering it.
"Hello Taeyong. Yes it's Johnny... Oh, no worries, I managed to get an earlier flight... Uh huh… Oh I'm sorry, Doyoung is a little tied up right now. I'll have him call you later… No he's great, tell Taeyong hi, Doyoung," Johnny said.
"Hi Taeyong," Doyoung repeated.
"Alright Taeyong. You have a goodnight," Johnny said, hanging up the phone and placing it next to his. "Sweet guy, who listens to his husband by the way. Now where were we?" he said, reaching for something before deciding against it. "Ah, of course," he said.
Doyoung watched him walk towards him with something hidden behind his back and his nervousness began to increase before shouting out at the stinging sensation on his nipples, quickly followed by the other nipple and his confusion quickly dissipated when he realized they were nipple clamps, but his torment wasn't over as Johnny grabbed the attached chain and pulled and he continued to yell; Doyoung hated the nipple clamp, convinced that his nipples were being pulled off. When Johnny let him go, he was covered in sweat.
"You're such a pig, Doyoung. You're cock is still hard," Johnny said.
Doyoung couldn't help the spell he was under because he honestly felt happy. He was happy that Johnny cared enough to punish him and had left early from his trip to do it. As afraid as he was when he realized Johnny had come home early, he was thrilled that he did. He might spend the next several days in pain, but he would spend them with Johnny. In his mind, his plan had worked.
"OK Doyoung, since you're still hard and likely itching to cum, I'm going to let you and I'm going to help you. I'm going to help you cum over and over," Johnny said.
Doyoung knew there was a catch because cumming wasn't a punishment, and he was being punished even if something happened that he enjoyed, so he eyed Johnny warily as he approached him with more rope. He was silent as Johnny bent his legs back, tying them to the headboard with his arms so his hole was exposed and legs were spread wide. He couldn't move an inch of his body. The angle also made it impossible for him to see Johnny beyond his thigh and that filled him with more fear. Unable to see Johnny meant he couldn't brace himself for what was coming and that made him panic.
"Does your little red ass hurt," Johnny said suddenly, smacking his palm on the exposed cheek, eliciting a sharp shriek from Doyoung. "I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry, soon it'll be the least of your worries," he said, and Doyoung gasped as he felt cold, wet lube on his hole followed quickly by Johnny's fingers as he pressed it inside. "Don't mistake me, I'm only doing this to avoid a night in the ER," he said and Doyoung gulped.
"Alright let's get started. You were so eager to cum on the phone last night, so I'll help you cum again," Johnny said.
"Oh," Doyoung said as he felt something thick and long slip into his hole, quickly realizing it was the plug that Johnny made him wear occasionally
Faster and faster, Johnny fucked him with this plug until the sounds of Doyoung's moans and his hole could be heard. The thick plug always gave him the full sensation that he needed that was exacerbated by Johnny's hand on his cock. Agonizingly slow, Johnny massaged his cock head while the plug inside of him massaged his prostate and in no time, he was ready to cum, but Doyoung knew this was too easy. Why would Johnny go through the trouble of tying him up just to give him a handjob?
Something inside of him was telling him that cumming might be a bad idea, so he tried his hardest to hold off while Johnny encouraged him to cum, even leaning forward and taking the chain connected to Doyoung's nipples between his teeth and pulling. With a loud roar, cum shot from his cock, landing on Johnny's arm before dribbling over the head of his cock and Johnny let him go to clean himself. Something's not right, Doyoung said as Johnny pushed the plug deep into his hole.
Scooping the cum that had dribbled over Doyoung's cock, Johnny wiped it on Doyoung's spent cock before taking it in his hand again. Doyoung whined as the stimulation was instantly too much.
"Johnny please it's too much," Doyoung whined. If Johnny was going to make him cum again, he would need anot- the realization was crushing as Johnny ignored his pleas.
Unable to move he could only shriek and wail as Johnny stroked his painfully sensitive cock, adding spit and lube to replace the drying cum. Unable to think straight, he began babbling nonsense as Johnny's unforgiving hand tormented him and he thought about the previous night. The way he had so brazenly taunted Johnny by jerking off on the phone while being scolded for being disobedient. That orgasm had felt so good and now here he was regretting ever being born with a dick thanks to Johnny's unrelenting hand.
After nearly five minutes, he could feel familiar pressure that let him know he was close, but that brought him little comfort, certain cumming would be painful and he noticed Johnny watching his tear-streaked face.
"Just cum Doyoung," Johnny said, using his other hand press against the plug inside of his hole.
The shift in the plug was enough to disintegrate him, and he came hard with a loud moan, a dribble of cum pouring over the side of his cock. As Johnny squeezed every drop of cum out of his cock, he shuddered violently at the overstimulation, praying that Johnny didn't intend on making him cum again because he was certain he would pass out. Thankfully, Johnny let go of him before he walked to his shelf of torment. Whatever he had, he hid it behind his back as he smirked at Doyoung and that frightened him.
"Oh good, you're finally soft. I'm almost done punishing you, but I want you to know that you earned this," Johnny said, taking off his shirt and throwing it on Doyoung's face.
Doyoung couldn't see anything, but he could feel Johnny doing something to his cock and he shuddered periodically when he brushed against his sensitive cock head, but he was suddenly sure of his punishment and his mouth fell open just as Johnny removed the shirt blocking his vision.
"You're locking me up? For how long?" Doyoung asked, looking at his caged cock.
"For as long as I want. Now, I'm not finished with you, but don't worry, I won't be touching your sensitive cock. No one will be touching it for some time," Johnny said, climbing on the bed with him.
Doyoung was about to retort when he groaned instead as the plug was removed from his hole and placed next to him. Watching Johnny grab the lube bottle, he realized that Johnny was going to fuck him, but having cum twice already, Doyoung realized that this wouldn't be the most pleasant of experiences. Even after two years, taking Johnny's cock was a challenge and it was infinitely better with an impending orgasm. Without one, it just meant that Johnny's cock was just going to wreak havoc on his insides for god knows how long. Johnny had thought of the perfect punishment. Doyoung would be impressed if he didn't think it was so mean.
His thoughts were disrupted and he let out a loud UGH when Johnny rammed his cock deep inside of him with no forewarning, rendering him speechless. Doyoung's mouth hung open as Johnny fucked him hard, deep, and without restraint, making his toes clench and it was only Johnny's whispered breathe that made him realize he was holding his breath and he inhaled deeply before letting out a long drawn out groan.
Johnny's cock felt like a hot white knife stabbing him from the inside. Even when his prostate was being stimulated, the fact that he had already cum twice, and once forcefully, made it pointless. Being tied was also wreaking havoc on his mind. His instincts were screaming for him to run away, close his legs, or push Johnny away and he couldn't do any of those things. Johnny had thought of everything and he could only lie there while Johnny pillaged his guts without mercy.
Again, tears spilled over his eyes as Johnny pounded into his hole, spurring on Johnny's pace and prompting him to bend over and lick the side of his face where his tears flowed. Doyoung let out renewed sobs as Johnny's hips crashed into his sore ass, his face contorted in pain. He was wholly miserable as Johnny punished him, but he could see a guiding light at the end of the tunnel. Johnny's thrusts were starting to become more erratic, a sign that he was close to cumming and Doyoung knew he had a minute before Johnny would plant his cock deep and he would be rewarded with his hot cum. His ordeal was nearly over.
So he was confused when Johnny suddenly removed his cock from his hole before hopping to his feet, pumping away furiously at his cock until he came with a yell, his cum falling to floor while Doyoung watched in horror. In two years, Johnny hadn't shot a loud that Doyoung hadn't consumed or absorbed even if it meant scooping the load into his mouth or pushing the load into his hole. Nothing Johnny had done to him this far had hurt him this much as he watched him squeeze the last drop of cum from his cock onto the floor.
"My cum is only for good boys," Johnny said, before coming up to him.
Doyoung watched him untie the ropes that bound him with a pained expression. Johnny was really mad at him if he chose not to breed him and he realized he had been wrong. As his legs sprung free, his eyes watered again with renewed tears, but Johnny leaned over and kissed his lips before moving on to his arms. When he was finally free, he lied there as Johnny joined him on the bed again, standing over him this time. As Johnny towered over him, he wondered what else he could possibly do to him as he held his cock in his hand.
His confusion was cleared quickly and his eyes snapped shut as Johnny unleashed his hot spray all over his body. He instinctively reached for his cock before remembering that it was locked in a cage as Johnny made sure he was saturated. He held still because he knew Johnny was focusing on missing his face, but every other part of him was drenched and he only opened his eyes when he heard Johnny grunt in satisfaction and hop off of the bed.
"I hope that taught you not to screw with me. Next time you'll be begging for 100 slaps and two orgasms," Johnny said before gathering his phone and leaving him alone.
Doyoung smirked as he thought about what Johnny said to him. If his words were meant to dissuade Doyoung, they were having the opposite effect. Now, Doyoung would never again do something like posing with Yuta because Johnny was the only man he wanted touching him, but if being a little disobedient would make it possible for him to become a teary puddle under Johnny's hand that's just what he was going to have to do.
Sohee has a long night as a storm rages outside his window.
Sohee was only slightly irritated. He had just gotten out of the shower and he was clean, moisturized, and ready to go to bed. Normally, he would take off his bathrobe, hang it from the hook, and crawl into bed. This night, however, the rain relentlessly pummeled their apartment, and small cracks of thunder could be heard with weather reports indicating that it would only get worse. So instead of crawling naked into his bed like he always did, he dawned a pair of briefs and a white tank top, turned out every light except for the lamp on his bedside table, climbed underneath his covers and waited for the inevitable knocking that occurred just five minutes later.
"Come in Anton," he said dryly.
In his doorway stood his roommate, clad in running shorts, but not much else, looking at him pitifully with his wide teary eyes, his lips forming a slight pout. In his arms, he carried a life-sized plush puppy to go along with the puppy eyes he gave Sohee from the door. The sight of him was enough to erase Sohee's irritation. Anton was a big guy who would protect him if an asshole got too handsy in a club, but he was a big softy any other time. Sohee had to kill bugs and clear away cobwebs for him and even open his bed to him during thunderstorms. Anton was his gentle giant and his pouty lips made it impossible for Sohee to feel anything but adoration for him. With a slight chuckle, he pulled his blanket back and patted the space next to him and Anton quickly joined him.
"I'm sorry, but thunderstorms," Anton said, getting in next to him.
"You don't have to explain," Sohee said.
"But you look annoyed," Anton said.
"I'm not annoyed," Sohee said quickly.
"Are you upset because you can't sleep naked?" Anton asked.
Sohee scoffed. "Who says I can't sleep naked? I could sleep naked if I wanted to," Sohee replied.
"You would sleep naked next to me?" Anton said, turning to face him.
"Would that be weird?" Sohee asked, lying on the pillow to face Anton.
"It's your bed," Anton said.
"That wasn't the question," Sohee said.
"I think it would be weird if only one of us was naked," Anton said.
"Well I usually sleep naked," Sohee said.
"I know you do, so please," Anton said, gesturing emphatically. "don't let me disrupt your routine," he said.
"I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna take my boxers off," Sohee said.
"Go for it," Anton said.
"Alright. You said it wasn't weird," Sohee said, taking his boxers off and throwing them on the floor before removing his tank top.
"I said it wasn't weird," Anton said, removing his running shorts and tossing them next to Sohee's underwear on the floor.
They were both covered by his blanket, but Sohee was suddenly very warm and he turned to lie on his back, facing the ceiling and wondering why he had thrown his underwear out of reach. He only meant to screw with Anton, but he was painfully aware that the only thing separating them was space. Sleeping naked with a guy in his bed wasn't a problem, but the naked guy being Anton brought him up short.
"Why do you look weird?" Anton asked.
"I don't look weird," Sohee said, deciding at the last minute that turning his back on Anton perhaps wasn't the best idea.
"Alright. I'll just turn out the light," Anton said.
Suddenly the room was shrouded in darkness as the storm raged outside their window and he gasped at what felt like an electrical charge radiating between them. Every inch of Sohee's skin burned from the heat of the flow of energy between him and Anton, and he needed Anton to touch him, deciding it was the only way he would be able to calm down enough to go to sleep. As if Anton could read his mind, he inched closer to him before throwing his arm over his body and he had to stifle a groan as Anton forced his leg between his before settling down.
Despite Anton's touch helping to quell the impulses he felt, his touch was having an unintended consequence and he shut his eyes tight as his cock began to grow. Not wanting it to poke Anton, he turned to face away from him, under the guise that he was merely getting into a comfortable position, but this plan backfired when Anton pressed Sohee's back against his smooth chest. Nowhere to run, he was trapped in Anton's grasp while his cock raged and he gave up on trying to fall asleep and decided to just lie there quietly.
Sohee wasn't sure why tonight was different from other nights. Surely the absence of clothes couldn't be the sole reason for why Anton's hand on his belly was making it hard for him to think straight. Sharing a bed with Anton wasn't unusual, especially since the rainy season had begun and they experienced about two thunderstorms per week. There was also nothing unusual about Anton's arm being thrown over his body because Anton liked cuddling him when he slept and Sohee hadn't resisted the first time it happened because he simply liked it. He liked the way he felt with Anton's massive arms around him. He liked the feel of Anton's smooth chest on his skin. He liked the way Anton's closeness gave him a full blast of his warm, clean scent. All things considered, Sohee was a fraud who wasn't actually annoyed when Anton slept in his bed. Anton might believe he slept in Sohee's bed for his benefit, but it was Sohee who looked forward to these nights the most.
The clock on his nightstand read 12:42, and he sighed, sure he was in for a long night. He just couldn't quiet his brain long enough to drift off, but that didn't seem to be an issue for Anton. After stopping to focus, Sohee could sense the slow, deep breaths that signaled that Anton was asleep. Anton might not be able to sleep alone during thunderstorms, but he slept like log when he was with Sohee and normally Sohee did as well, but the knowledge that Anton's hand was mere inches away from his cock and Anton's cock was mere inches away from him was making it impossible to relax, so he didn't.
Trying hard not to wake him, he lifted Anton's hand until he was able to place his palm against his and he measured his hand against Anton's. Sohee knew he had small hands, but they were dwarfed in comparison to Anton's and perhaps that's what he liked about Anton's hands on him. Even when they weren't lying in the same bed, Anton did little things that made Sohee love his hands. The way he gripped his knee, or the way Anton would take his hand, and in turn Sohee's hand was swallowed up by the size. The difference in size made his mind race on a normal day, but as he looked at Anton's hands, briefly illuminated by a flash of thunder, he wondered what it would feel like if those same hands were wrapped around his throat.
He froze before he placed Anton's hand back down, prompting Anton to reposition himself to grab Sohee's flat stomach. Why was he thinking about Anton's hands around his throat? Surely he wasn't thinking clearly due to the late night hour. Thoughts like that about Anton just didn't happen. Anton was nothing more than his roommate and friend, and they had slept in the same bed hundreds of times and a thought like that had never crossed his mind. I really need to sleep, Sohee thought to himself as the clock on the nightstand read 1:57.
Hoping to trick his brain into turning off, he shut his eyes and pretended to sleep. He thought his plan might be working when the fatigue he felt grew stronger, but his eyes popped open when he felt Anton’s hand squeeze his pec. The strength of the grip took his breath away and his own hand shot up to massage the now sore muscle, and he was back to where he started, no closer to sleep. Still, falling asleep was beginning to be the least of his problems as Anton's hands began to wander all over his body.
"Anton!" he hissed, but in his sleeping state, Anton's hands continued to wander.
He broke out in sweat as he tried to keep Anton's hands above his waist, but he was powerless against Anton's strength when he was awake, and now it seemed he was no match for him asleep either. Periodically, he and Anton wrestled playfully as friends sometimes did. Sohee harbored no delusions that he could ever seriously take Anton in a one on one altercation, because even with very low effort, Anton subdued him easily, often rendering him motionless while Sohee struggled to free himself. Their wrestling bouts often ended with Anton's arm wrapped around his neck, his arm twisted around his back, and his legs spread widely apart while Anton taunted him. The memory of their last match was doing him little favors as Anton's hand continued to force its way lower.
Sohee could sense that their friendship was headed in a new direction as Anton's fingers ran through the smattering of hair just below his navel, and there was no returning as his hand wrapped around his cock. He sat frozen letting Anton grip him, a strangled cry in his throat as Anton's hand began massaging the tip of his cock. His chest heaved while Anton stroked him in his sleep and his hands quickly reduced him to a puddle of nerves and he whimpered, not seeing a way out of his predicament. He needed Anton to wake up and see the state he was in and explain himself because if he didn't stop soon Sohee was going to cum on his hand.
"Anton," he moaned, unable to contain himself as he felt his orgasm approach.
However, as soon as he resigned himself to his fate, Anton let go of him and his orgasm began to recede. His heart was hammering in his chest as he came down and disappointment washed over him as he stared into the darkness in disbelief. Anton had placed him over the flames and turned up the fire and now that he was at a rolling boil, had taken him off the heat. Sohee let out a groan of frustration as he debated whether or not he wanted to just take care of himself. Anton had made him so close and now he was back to breathing slowly in his ear and Sohee didn't know how he felt about jerking off in Anton's arms.
Sohee sighed in frustration as Anton squeezed him tighter and the clock in front of him read 3:11. He would spend the next day exhausted and irritable thanks to Anton's mischievous hands while their owner slept soundly behind him. He was muttering to himself when Anton shifted behind him and that's when he felt it. Sohee was certain he was feeling what he thought he was feeling and his stomach dropped as if he'd swallowed a bowling ball. He had heard rumors about Anton to the point that it was an open secret among their friend group, but if seeing was believing, feeling was another level of understanding.
Anton's cock lay thick, throbbing, and thrust against his back, poised to damage him as its owner slept. Anton's hands had already proven to be nocturnal and Sohee shuddered to think of the state he would be left in if his cock followed suit. Taking a peak at the clock and noticing that it now read 3:32, Sohee slowly turned around until he was face to face with Anton. Sohee was glad that his hole was out of the danger zone, but facing Anton like this presented him with a new problem.
Before he was worried about cumming on Anton's hand, but he was facing him now and Anton held him so close; his hard cock was jammed against his abs. He hoped that he would be able to ignore the feeling, but his mouth fell open as Anton's cock broke through the small gap between his thighs and he began to stroke himself back and forth. He looked up at Anton's sleeping face, his eyes shut tight as Anton's constant motion created friction between his abs and Sohee's cock, making his face contort in pleasure from the the sensation.
Desperate to stave off his orgasm, Sohee clenched tightly, unable to contain the moans that Anton's friction was eliciting which had the unintended consequence of tightening his thighs around Anton's cock. While Anton hammered into his thighs, Sohee could only think how smart he had been to turn and face him; the repercussions for his hole would have been too severe. He was wracking his brain at the absurdity when a deep groan from Anton broke him out of his thoughts and he looked up to see him still fast asleep as his grip on his waist tightened and his pace increased.
"Oh God," Sohee muttered as the friction around his cock increased.
With his orgasm rapidly approaching, his moans became more urgent and he frantically shook his head, but with a whimpered Anton, cum erupted from his cock and he shuddered violently as Anton's thrusts stopped and his grip on his waist tightened and Sohee's eyes popped open. Shock colored his face as he slowly lifted his leg and he could feel the wet, sticky evidence that Anton had used his thighs and was now sleeping in a post-orgasm haze. All because Sohee had baited himself into sleeping naked next to him.
Now that he was lying there covered in sweat and his and Anton's cum, he no longer wanted Anton to wake up with the same urgency. He didn't know how he would be able to explain what happened or what it would mean for their friendship. Knowing Anton, he would probably laugh the entire thing off, but what if he didn't? What if he had other feelings? Sohee wasn't sure that he was ready to deal with anything that didn't involve laughing off the situation. He was ruminating that while wondering if he should try to extricate himself from Anton's grasp and clean himself, but he feared that excessive movement would wake him.
Looking up at Anton's face, he was annoyed at how peaceful he looked. Anton has spent the last several hours wreaking havoc on him and Sohee couldn't sleep now if he tried while Anton hadn't opened his eyes once. If he didn't fear what Anton would do to him, he would headbutt his nose to wake him. That's stupid, he thought to himself. Anton's nose was innocent; it was its owner with whom Sohee was annoyed. Sohee realized liked Anton's nose as he leaned in closer to look at it. He was transfixed as he lay there close enough to touch it with his own nose, but he resisted the urge to do that; with his luck, that would be the moment Anton would decide to open his eyes.
He was about to pull away when a peculiar look on Anton's face made him pause to stare at him in confusion. Before he could make sense of what he was seeing, Anton's lips crashed into his and in his confusion Sohee opened his mouth. As Anton's tongue snaked its way into his mouth, Sohee's brain shut off and he was kissing him back. His spent cock began to grow again as Anton took his tongue in his mouth, but it was suddenly over. Heart pounding in his chest, his chest heaved as Anton continued to sleep and his frustration reached a new peak.
Anton had kissed him for the first time, but it didn't feel like a first kiss. It felt like the 127th kiss. A kiss between two people who had kissed a lot in the past and expected to kiss a lot in the future. It wasn't a stolen kiss between two people who shouldn't be kissing or the first kiss between two people on the precipice of new love. The kiss felt ordinary. How could something entirely new feel familiar and… comforting? He was unsure and still trying to wrap his mind around everything that had happened when he felt Anton's hand on his hip, forcing him closer. He had suffered enough that night because of Anton's hands and he really needed to get some sleep if he wanted to have a functioning day at all so he decided to roll over. Still sticky, he finally managed to turn away from Anton who promptly pressed his back against his chest.
With the clock in view again, the time now read 4:57. His night was effectively over. Falling asleep at that point might even make things harder for him, so he decided to watch the sun rise, unflinching when he felt Anton's hand squeeze his pec, but groaning when he took his nipple between his finger and pinched. Done with being teased for one night, he grabbed Anton's hand and held it in place until Anton interlocked their fingers. Hands clasped, he watched the clock tick on as Anton slept and the sun began to illuminate the room.
As he lay, he wondered what he would say to Anton when he finally opened his eyes. The truth was so absurd, but any lie he could come up with would be just as absurd with the added potential of falling apart under scrutiny. He was lost. Sohee was also confused about how he even felt about the night's events. Everything that happened was bizarre, but his lips still tingled where Anton had kissed him. Sohee could still taste Anton on his lips and if he were honest with himself, he was already clamoring for another taste, and that made him feel guilt. Anton was his friend. He wasn't supposed to be yearning for his kiss.
Here he was lying in Anton's arms who had his cock pressed against his back, fighting the urge to turn around and kiss him again. Sohee let out a frustrated sigh and shut his eyes and pretended to sleep, hoping the action would distract him long enough for his desires to go away. But it never happened. The sounds of birds chirping signaled the start of the new day and his night of firsts came to an end. The longer he lay there the more Anton's hands began to burn into his skin and only the taste of his lips on his tongue would satisfy him.
Jeno laughed, looking around the party when he froze in place, thinking he had seen a ghost. The man standing a mere 25 feet away from him, sipping from a red solo cup had a mop of chocolate brown hair on his head, and round, deep, sparkling brown eyes, light emanating from them. He was wearing more clothes than Jeno had ever seen him wear with a black choker around his neck with a silver J dangling over his prominent Adam's apple, but Jeno would stake his life on the fact that Nana was standing in front of him.
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A familiar face at a party sends Jeno into a panic. How will he handle a fantasy come to life?
"Chenle, would you hurry up for God's sake. Class ended five minutes ago," Jeno snapped at his friend.
"Jeez, sorry," Chenle said, running up to meet him at the door.
"You can leer at Professor Suh on Mondays and Wednesdays, but not on Fridays," Jeno said.
"I don't leer at Professor Suh," Chenle said, ears reddening.
"Please. You should just throw yourself at him. He looks like the type to fuck a student," Jeno said.
"He does not. He's just handsome, and smart, and accomplished for his age," Chenle said, a smile crossing his face.
"My professor is ever so dreamy," Jeno teased as they walked across the lawn back to the dorms.
"You're an ass," Chenle said "and why are you in such a rush? We're done with classes for the week, thank God," he added.
"Because I need to get back to my dorm by 4:15," Jeno said.
"What's the hurry? You're too afraid to talk to guys so I know there's no one waiting for you," Chenle said.
"I'm not afraid to talk to guys," Jeno said, his ears reddening.
"Please. I saw the way you ran away from that cutie in our orgo class, Mark. You looked like you were about to piss yourself," Chenle said.
Jeno didn't say anything. Mark was cute and he had come up to him after class to find out if Jeno wanted to study with him. Jeno couldn't do anything but stare at him as his brain powered off. After a minute, Mark had walked away and Jeno had gone back to his dorm, kicking himself for not being bold enough to accept his invitation. Unaware until that point that Chenle had witnessed that, he sped up, eager to get away from him so that he wouldn't have to relive the memory.
"Whatever. I'll see you at Renjun's party tonight. I won't accept any of your lame excuses either if you try to flake," Chenle yelled as he rushed to his dorm.
Outside his dorm, he had to wait two minutes while the construction crew came down for the scaffolding, making him antsy; he couldn't be late. When they were done, he rushed inside, reaching his room at 4:09 and promptly locked the door and closed the blinds until the room was shrouded in semidarkness. Choosing to live in a single dorm was the best decision he had made, no longer worrying about a roommate who might come barging in at the wrong time. He loved Chenle, but Chenle managed to pop up at the most inopportune times. Even learning Chenle's schedule didn't help Jeno and more than once Chenle had barged in on him with his cock in his hand. Jerking off had been a limited affair during his first year, and he was glad he no longer had that problem in his second year.
After putting his phone on the charger, he stripped down to his white briefs and climbed onto his bed with his laptop and his credit card. After double checking that he was connected to his personal VPN, he went to a bookmarked site, scrolling until he located Nana who was set to go live in two minutes. His cock began growing in his underwear as he waited for Nana to join the screen. He wasn't the only guy waiting for him, but he knew he was Nana's biggest fan. Jeno spent money on tokens that he gave to Nana quite liberally and he was sure to be picked for a private show any day.
At 4:15 sharp, Nana came on the screen and Jeno's eyes bulged. Nana was hotter than he remembered, with his chocolate brown hair adorned with white cat ears, his big brown eyes, and juicy pink lips, lips Jeno dreamed about kissing often. Today Nana wore a tight fitting black tank top, and he squished his arms close, squishing his pecs in the process and making his nipples poke through. Nana also wore a flared khaki skirt that left the tip of his cock exposed, the brown head bouncing with each move he made. Nana finished the look with a pair of black and white thigh-high stockings that hugged his thighs and made Jeno's dick throb in his underwear.
"Welcome to Nana's World to anyone new here and welcome back to all my sexy regulars," Nana said into the camera. "I see some familiar faces including my top contributor for the month, Gougou. I'll be dedicating today's live to you Gougou and thinking about you stretching my hole and filling me with your big cock," he said, licking a rather large pink dildo.
Jeno's heart began to race as his username fell from Nana's lips. He had no idea he was the top contributor that month, and he kicked his feet, happy that Nana had acknowledged him and would be dedicating the day's show to him.
" I know you all want to fuck my slutty little boypussy," Nana said, bending his legs back and exposing his hole.
Jeno's jaw dropped as he watched Nana spread his cheeks apart to showcase his smooth pink hole and he imagined himself licking his tongue up Nana's pink hole up to his heavy balls and he had to contain himself, he didn't want to cum too quickly.
"Who wants to see me wreck my hole?" Nana asked before wrapping his lips around his dildo.
The sound of loud banging broke him out of his thoughts, and he rolled his eyes, praying that the crew working on the building would end soon. It was so distracting he could even hear it through his headphones, he thought absentmindedly and then he froze. The same banging that he could hear through his headphones, he could also hear it through his headphones. Nana even looked annoyed by the banging. Something wasn't right. How the hell could Nana be hearing the same banging, and then it dawned on him. Nana was clearly close enough to hear the construction happening. Nana was a student at his university.
As he watched Nana push his dildo deep inside of him, his mind was reeling at the thought of Nana being so close to him. What if Nana lived in the same dorm as him? What if he got the chance to meet him? Jeno wasn't very good at talking to guys, usually freezing when guys approached him. Any boyfriend or sexual partner he ever had in his life was through no fault of his own. His last and only boyfriend had been determined, breaking through his exterior just long enough for Jeno to lose his virginity. Since their relationship ended, Jeno had been on a string of unsuccessful dates and casual hookups by guys hellbent on getting through to him long enough to determine it wasn't worth the effort or to fuck him. Jeno didn't think Nana would be that persistent with him.
"Your cock is so deep," Nana moaned into the camera as the sound of his hole squeezing the dildo filled Jeno's headphones.
Placing his laptop at the head of his bed, Jeno grabbed his pillow and placed it underneath him before grinding his hard cock into it, imagining it was Nana's he was holding down and sticking his cock into. His eyes were locked on the dildo going in and out of Nana's dripping hole and his pace increased as the fantasy took over his mind and Nana's moans filled his ears. With sweat dripping down his back, he humped his pillow, getting closer to the edge until Nana suddenly removed the dildo from his hole. The sight of Nana's puffy hole, slightly open as lube dripped from it,and pulsing open and close unraveled him, and he came with a groan, filling his white briefs with cum as he ground his cock into his pillow. Just like he always did when Nana made him cum, he purchased more tokens and plied him with them.
"Thank you so much Gougou. That's why you're my favorite," Nana said, blowing a kiss at the camera.
Jeno melted into his mattress as he watched the rest of Nana's broadcast, refilling his bucket of tokens to send, and jerking his cock periodically, filling his ruined briefs with more cum and throwing them into a corner as the sun began to set. At 5:15, Nana's live ended and Jeno closed his laptop, happy with the hour spent. Nana had acknowledged him, and he had cum three times, but he was most excited about the possibility of Nana being a student at his university. There were 12,000 students, he couldn't hope to know all of them, but Nana had reacted to the exact same construction sounds as he did and that narrowed it down to two dorms on campus. Resting his arms behind his head, he vowed to find him.
The sound of someone knocking startled him, and he realized he must have fallen asleep. His room was pitch black, and he grabbed his phone to see that it was 9:30. More knocking made him focus and he suddenly remembered that he was naked and he got up and looked for his clothes in the dark. He threw on his shirt after finding it first, and continued to look for his pants, but he froze at the sound of Chenle's voice.
"Jeno, I swear to God. I know you're in there. Open up," he said.
"Just a sec," Jeno shouted back hoarsely, clearing his throat.
Accepting that he needed light, he flipped the switch and finally found his pants, throwing them on before examining himself and his room for anything potentially embarrassing before opening the door for Chenle.
"It's about time. What were you doing?" Chenle asked, barging his way inside.
"I must have fallen asleep," Jeno replied, yawning as he shut the door.
"Well good, you'll be well-rested for Renjun's party," Chenle said.
"Chenle I don't kn—"
"No. No. No, Jeno. You are not flaking on this party to stay tucked away in this room all weekend. You're going to come out with me, have some drinks, and let a guy breach those walls," Chenle said, crossing his arms.
"Fine," Jeno said, throwing his hands up. "Hand me my glasses, would you?" he said.
After washing his face and changing into a clean shirt, he was walking across the campus with Chenle, bound for frat house row where Renjun lived. He was barely listening to Chenle go on about how great the party would be, his mind still focused on Nana and the revelation that Nana lived near him. Now that his post-orgasm haze was long gone, he began to think about what he would do if they ever met. Would he tell Nana that he never missed a live or would he go silent like he always did around guys? He also wondered if Nana would find it creepy that a viewer lived so close to them. If he was a student here, things might get awkward quickly. He was completely wrapped up in his own thoughts as he walked into Renjun's frat house and walked past the keg to find the cheap vodka that was calling for him.
"Going for the hard stuff first? Smart man," came a voice from behind him and he turned around.
"Well I want to get drunk fast, Renjun," Jeno said.
"Not fast enough," Renjun replied, nodding his head at a sleeping Jisung.
"What did you guys do to him?" Jeno asked, walking over to inspect him on the couch where he lay.
"Jisung's been drunk since noon. He finally passed out about 20 minutes ago," Renjun said.
"Shouldn't we get him up to his bed?" Jeno asked.
"He'll be fine," Renjun replied, waving him off.
"It's about time he went to sleep," Donghyuck said, appearing next to him. "He's a menace. Do you know he humped my leg," he said.
"More action that Jeno's gotten lately," Chenle said, a solo cup of beer in hand.
"You're not funny," Jeno said.
"It wasn't a joke," Chenle replied.
"Leave him alone. Not everyone is a slut like you," Donghyuck said.
Chenle shrugged as he sipped his drink. "I like to have a good time, maybe," he said.
"You can have a good time in places that aren't senior's beds," Donghyuck said.
"You've clearly never spent the night with Yuta," Chenle said, a glazed look coming over him.
"On that note, I need another drink," Renjun said, taking Donghyuck by the arm and leaving to find the keg.
Jeno laughed, looking around the party when he froze in place, thinking he had seen a ghost. The man standing a mere 25 feet away from him, sipping from a red solo cup had a mop of chocolate brown hair on his head, and round, deep, sparkling brown eyes, light emanating from them. He was wearing more clothes than Jeno had ever seen him wear with a black choker around his neck with a silver J dangling over his prominent Adam's apple, but Jeno would stake his life on the fact that Nana was standing in front of him, talking to Dejun, a guy from his orgo class.
He wanted to go up to him and introduce himself, but some instinct was telling him it would be a bad idea. Not knowing how Nana would react kept him firmly in place, but he stared at him, completely certain he was seeing who he thought he was seeing. Nana was taller than he would have guessed, but everything else he could see was the same from the streams. To think he had almost tried to skip out on this party, he would need to buy Renjun a present.
He took a seat next to a passed out Jisung and he watched Nana while sipping his drink, growing drunker by the minute. He needed to say something to Nana even if it meant just finding out his real name, so he drank quickly, hoping the cheap vodka would help him overcome his meekness even just for a moment. Jeno only needed a moment to find out Nana's real name, maybe even where his dorm was so he could begin to build up to establishing a connection with him.
While he was refilling his drink, he looked over to where Nana stood and was startled to find Nana's eyes boring into his. Jeno suddenly felt like he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be and he looked away before returning back to his seat next to Jisung. After a moment, he tried looking at Nana again and just like before Nana was staring at him intently. Jeno was suddenly very hot and he looked away, determined not to stare at him anymore when he could feel Nana getting closer. Sparing a glance, he looked up to see Nana heading towards him. He thought about running away, but there was nowhere to go; Nana was clearly coming towards him, probably to tell him off.
"Hello," came the familiar voice that had made him cum dozens of times and he looked up to see him standing over him.
"H-hello," Jeno sputtered out. He had said a word, that was progress.
"I noticed you looking at me. Have we met?" Nana asked.
"I don't think so," Jeno replied.
"But you know me, don't you?" Nana said, a smile at the corners of his mouth.
"I- I don't—"
"I know how you know me," Nana said, and Jeno froze as Nana took the drink from his hand and kicked his feet apart wide enough to sit on his lap.
He gulped hard as Nana wrapped his arm around his neck, fixing his gaze on him, and placing Jeno's hand on his hip. His heart beat furiously in his chest. Nothing could have prepared him for what Nana sitting on his lap would do to him. Nana smelled intoxicating, a heady mixture of leather and lavender; Jeno had to resist the urge to sniff him. Still, his urge to smell him wasn't Jeno's biggest problem. Like a light switch flipped on, his cock was hard in an instant and since Chenle's arrival had prevented him from putting on a clean pair of underwear, he was certain Nana could feel it through his jeans. His head was about to explode, and he hadn't even told Nana his name.
"You're cute," Nana said, leaning over and pressing his lips to Jeno's ear. "I love it when cute guys watch me," he whispered.
Jeno thought he would implode as Nana's words washed over him, and he realized that Nana knew. Perhaps not who he was, but he knew Jeno was a viewer. Strangely, he felt emboldened by this. At least Nana didn't think he was a creep.
"You're really good, Nana," Jeno managed to blurt out.
"You think so?" Nana said, smiling at him.
"I really do. I was yo-" and he paused, certain that saying what he intended to say was the wrong thing.
"No go on you can tell me," Nana said.
Swallowing, he gathered all the courage he could muster and said, "I was your top contributor this month."
"You're Gougou?" Nana asked, eyes widening.
"I am, but you can call me Jeno," he said.
"Well Jeno, did you like today's show?" Nana asked.
"Today's show was great. All of your shows are great," Jeno said, unable to contain himself.
"It feels like you liked it," Nana said and Jeno let out a short groan when Nana wiggled his hips, pressing into his sore cock and his breath caught in his throat. "It feels like you really liked it," he said.
"It's just that you're so—"
But he didn't have a chance to say what Nana was as a drunken Jisung decided to wake up at that moment, looking around disoriented before his eyes landed on Jeno and Nana, confusion splattered on his face.
"Don't you two look cozy," Jisung slurred, trying and failing to get to his feet before shouting "DONGHYUCK!"
Every head in the room snapped toward Jisung which meant everyone also took in the sight of Jeno and Nana, sitting next to him on the couch, Nana's lips pressed against his ear so that he could whisper. Jeno looked around nervously until his eyes settled on Chenle who gave him two thumbs up, smiling encouragingly at him. He wanted to motion to Chenle that it wasn't like that, but Nana placed his hand on Jeno's chest and he lost his train of thought as the party began to settle down around them and Donghyuck arrived in front of them.
"Don't mind him. He's been drunk for nearly twelve hours," he said, yanking Jisung by the arm and hitting him upside his head.
"Ow what was that for?" Jisung said, snatching his arm away.
"If you ruin this for Jeno, Chenle's going to beat you to death and Renjun and I will help him," Donghyuck said through clenched teeth, taking his arm again.
As the sound of Jisung's whiny grievances moved further away, Nana turned his attention back to him.
"I have a question for you. Did you know I was a student here?" he asked.
"I honestly didn't, not before today. There's construction happening on my building and it's loud. I heard the same noise through the live," Jeno said.
"Oh my God, that's an insane coincidence. You live in the SM building?" Nana asked.
"I do," Jeno said.
"I also live in the SM building. Who knew my favorite viewer was my neighbor," Nana said.
Jeno couldn't help the warm, giddy feeling that bubbled up inside him, making his stomach flutter and his cheeks red.
"You're blushing," Nana said.
"I am not," Jeno replied.
"You're so cute," Nana said.
"I think you're so cute," Jeno blurted out.
"To think I almost didn't come out tonight. My friend Dejun forced me to come," Nana said.
"My friend Chenle is the same way. He's obsessed with making me talk to guys," Jeno said.
"I bet all the boys want to talk to you," Nana said, his hand caressing Jeno's chest.
"I'm not so good at talking to them. I get nervous," Jeno said.
"You're good at talking to me," Nana said.
"I like talking to you," Jeno admitted.
"Maybe we can talk back at my dorm," Nana said, standing.
"OK," Jeno said, taking his hand, stomach fluttering.
He downed the rest of his drink and they walked out of the party hand clasped. As they walked out, Jeno spotted Chenle watching him, beside himself with excitement as he clapped Renjun on the back to make him watch him exit with Nana. He tried not to get too ahead of himself, for all he knew Nana simply wanted to talk to him in a more quiet setting and he was perfectly content with that. He was drawn to Nana and was eager to get to know him, so he did something he hardly ever did with other guys: he broke the silence first.
"I never asked for your real name," Jeno said.
"It's Jaemin," he said.
"Jaemin. I like that," Jeno said.
"What else do you like, Jeno?" Jaemin asked.
"I think I like you," Jeno said.
"You don't even know me," Jaemin said.
"I know now that you're Jaemin. I'd love to know Jaemin," Jeno said.
"What a line," Jaemin laughed, playfully hitting his arm, but under the streetlights Jeno could see his cheeks tinged pink.
"I'm not usually this comfortable talking to guys. It's easy with you. I mean, my heart is racing, but my mind isn't for once. That never happens with people I don't know," Jeno said.
Silence met this revelation and he thought that perhaps he had come on too strongly. He had just met Jaemin, he didn't want him to think he was some obsessed fan, but he had only told the truth. Talking with Jaemin was easier than talking to other guys he had just met or even women he didn't know very well. Perhaps he was drunk, but Jeno didn't believe that was the main reason. Something in the way Jaemin's eyes sparkled made him feel at ease around him, like Jaemin understood him and he wouldn't make a fool of himself.
When they reached the SM building, he instinctively began the climb to the third floor, but Jaemin stopped him on the second floor, taking his hand and leading him down the hall before unlocking his own room. Jeno's breath caught in his throat when he walked in and saw the room that he had watched Jaemin perform in dozens of times. Jaemin had decorated the room with hanging tapestries, obscuring any sign that he was filming in an SM dorm room, and Jeno looked around curiously at the decor, deciding that he loved it.
"I really like it here. You've made it so cozy," Jeno said.
"Thanks," Jaemin said, lifting his shirt above his head. Jeno froze, unsure if he should also take off his shirt while being mesmerized by Jaemin's smooth, unblemished skin. Only a tattoo of the word dream on the back of his shoulder could be seen, but Jeno didn't have a moment to think when Jaemin's pants came down. Clad in only black briefs and his J choker, Jaemin turned off the big overhead lights before turning on small hanging lights that filled the room with a warm ambiance that put him at ease. When Jaemin climbed into bed, he looked at him in confusion and Jaemin laughed. "We came to talk and I want to lie in bed, but I don't lie in my bed with outside clothes on," he said.
"Oh. That makes sense, neither do I," Jeno said.
"So you're just going to stand there?" Jaemin said to him.
"OK," Jeno said, removing his shirt.
He reached for his belt and froze, remembering that his underwear were back in his room, balled up the corner, filled with drying cum. Looking around in a panic, he was beginning to think that he should probably just make up an excuse and flee, praying that Jaemin wouldn't hate him for running away. He opened his mouth, but Jaemin laughed, throwing a blanket over his body.
"I know you're not wearing any underwear," Jaemin said. Flushing red, Jeno could only nod, laughing in embarrassment. "I noticed earlier when I was sitting on your lap. You always go commando?" he asked.
"No, never actually. Tonight was an accident," Jeno said.
"Well you still want to talk to me, don't you?" Jaemin asked.
"Of course I want to talk to you," Jeno replied.
"You'll have to lose them. I'll go first," Jaemin said.
Jeno watched openmouthed as Jaemin reached underneath the blanket and after a moment, he flashed the black briefs he had been wearing before throwing them at him. Jeno caught the briefs, his cock growing as he felt the fabric in his hand and before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, he brought the briefs to his nose and sniffed, shuddering while the aroma of him befuddled him. When he finally got ahold of himself, he looked to see Jaemin's mouth hanging open in shock, amusement radiating from his eyes. For a moment, he was sure he had ruined everything and Jaemin was going to tell everyone he was a perverted freak, but Jaemin pulled back the blanket, patting on the space next to him and gesturing for him to hurry and join him.
Throwing the briefs on the floor, he reached for his belt and began unbuckling, letting his jeans fall to the floor. Completely naked, he climbed into bed with Jaemin, his hard cock leading the way as he got comfortable underneath Jaemin's blanket. Their legs becoming entangled underneath the blanket did little to help his hard cock; neither did Jaemin's wandering hands. He was a ball of nerves as Jaemin caressed his abs, running his fingers through the smattering of hair just above his cock. If he hadn't already cum three times that day, he was certain he would have already lost a load to Jaemin's teasing.
They managed to settle down long enough to lie facing each other, staring into each other's eyes. The longer Jeno stared into Jaemin's eyes, the calmer he felt and before long it was natural for him to be lying naked next to him while they learned about each other. Jaemin was majoring in music theory with an emphasis on contemporary production, hoping to be a singer-songwriter one day. Jeno had told him about his dream of becoming a pediatric surgeon while Jaemin measured their hands against each other. Before he realized, more than an hour had passed and he was more refreshed than he'd ever been in his life.
"I need to say something," Jaemin said suddenly.
"You can tell me anything," Jeno replied.
"I know you see me on streams doing this and that, but you know that's only to make money. I don't bring random guys home like this," Jaemin said.
"I understand," Jeno said.
"But you're different. You're not the first guy to realize, but you're the first guy who didn't treat me like… well, I feel comfortable with you," Jaemin said.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable with me," Jeno said, taking his hand.
"I know if I tell you that I want you, you won't just use me and toss me aside," Jaemin said.
"I would never toss you aside," Jeno said.
"Good because I really want you," Jaemin said, leaning into him.
Jeno closed the distance between them as their lips met for the first time. Kissing him was better than a thousand fantasies, and his hand traveled over the curve of his hip as he pressed their bodies together and he sucked on Jaemin's tongue. Feeling emboldened, he kissed lower, marking Jaemin with love bites down his neck and across his chest before taking his nipple in his mouth. Jaemin's back arched as Jeno took the brown nubs between his teeth while taking the other nipple between his fingers. After several minutes of torturing Jaemin's nipples, he looked up to see him red-faced, chest-heaving, and looking back at him with hunger in his eyes. Jeno wanted Jaemin, but more than anything, he wanted to please Jaemin. He wanted to hear his name whispered desperately from Jaemin's lips and he wanted Jaemin to fall in love with every inch of him.
Kissing lower, he continued to mark Jaemin's belly with more bites until he stood face to face with his cock. Jeno already knew that Jaemin's cock was long and thick, perhaps even bigger than his, but Jaemin hardly ever focused on it during his lives, choosing instead to play with his hole at his viewer's request. Jeno had often thought it was a shame because Jaemin's cock had often made his mouth water. Hoping to rectify that, he wrapped his hand around the thick cock, taking the tip of it in his mouth, and slowly taking it sliding it deeper into his mouth until it settled in his throat.
As Jaemin's moans filled the room and his fingers brushed through Jeno's hair, Jeno worked like a machine, licking up the base of Jaemin's cock, sucking on the tip of his cock, and taking each of his balls in his mouth, bathing each hairless orb before pushing Jaemin's legs back and spreading them wide. Jaemin's hole was pink and hairless, but puffy, Jeno was sure because of the live earlier in the day, but he didn't care as he wrapped his lips around Jaemin's hole, eliciting a gasp from him.
Ravenously, he tongued Jaemin's hole and his own pleasure became the focus for a moment. Jeno had licked Jaemin's hole in his dreams and Jaemin's hole had made him spill more cum than should be allowed, and now that he was able to stick his tongue deep inside, a low groan began to build in his chest, while his cock leaked precum. Spreading Jaemin's legs as wide as he could, he sucked Jaemin's hole raw, spurred on by Jaemin's persistent whimpers until he felt Jaemin's hands on his head, attempting to push him away.
"Jeno you're going to make me cum if you don't stop," Jaemin whispered breathlessly.
"I want to make you cum, over and over," Jeno said, sticking his tongue in Jaemin's hole again.
"But I want you to fuck me," Jaemin whined.
Begrudgingly, Jeno let his legs rest on his shoulder as he removed his lips from his hole, spitting on it before balancing on his knees and accepting a bottle from Jaemin. Pouring a generous amount of Boy Butter on Jaemin's hole, he pushed two fingers inside to push the lube in before pouring lube onto his own cock. His heart began to race as he lined his cock with Jaemin's hole, and he looked down to see Jaemin eyeing him eagerly, holding his checks apart for him and he pressed forward.
Jeno was immediately disarmed by how hot and inviting Jaemin's hole was, wrapping around his cock like a glove as he bottomed out. Lost in his pleasure, he finally opened his eyes to see Jaemin's face contorted in pain, his hand pressed against his abs, his toes clenched.
"Are you okay? Jeno asked.
"Yes, but not so deep," Jaemin whined.
Bending over, he kissed Jaemin, not wanting him to feel a moment of discomfort as he pulled out his cock to a level Jaemin seemed to be comfortable with and he worked up to a pace that turned Jaemin's quick grunts of discomfort into long drawn out moans of pleasure. Jeno had thought about nights with Nana countless times whether he was daydreaming in class, thinking about him while he brought himself to orgasm, or fantasizing about him as he fell asleep at night, but this night with Jaemin was beyond anything he had ever envisioned. Nana was the fantasy, but Jaemin was living and breathing underneath him, breathlessly whispering Jeno in between shouts of fuck me, and the reality was so much better than the fantasy could ever be. Overwhelmed, he bent over to kiss him again, hoping the taste of his lips would stay on Jaemin's tongue and leave him always craving more.
He was immensely grateful that he had cum earlier in the day, but even so, he knew that he wouldn't last much longer as he took Jaemin's cock in his hand, hoping to push him to the edge since his time was limited. He watched as Jaemin's eyes fluttered closed, his grip on Jeno's arms tightening and with one final shout of Jeno, he watched as Jaemin's orgasm ripped through him, his hole contracting wildly around his cock and he buried his cock deep as his own orgasm threatened to disintegrate him. Sweat dripped down his back as Jaemin's hole milked his cock and he held still, his sensitive cock making him shudder uncontrollably.
When he was finally able to move without Jaemin's gripping hole making him see stars, Jeno removed his cock from Jaemin's hole and fell on top of him with a plop as his breathing returned to normal. He peppered Jaemin's face with kisses until Jaemin's giggles filled the room and he always wanted to be the source of Jaemin's laughter. With Jaemin's arms wrapped around his back, he sighed contentedly not wanting the night to ever end. This time, however, Jaemin broke the silence.
"It's always the nerdy, shy types," Jaemin said.
"What do you mean?" Jeno said, sliding his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Jaemin laughed, placing his hands on the side of his head and giving his lips a peck.
"Never mind. Maybe it's good that you don't realize and I can keep you all to myself," Jaemin said.
Jihoon honestly didn't have a preference for who won the contest. Any one of them would satisfy him the way he needed to be satisfied.
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Jihoon sets a contest for his affection, and no matter the outcome, he intends to come first.
Jihoon
This morning, Jihoon did something he never did and that was call in to his office, letting them know he wouldn't be coming that day and starting his weekend early. Jihoon took pride in the fact that he always managed to make it to work everyday promptly at 8:45. No matter how much rain came down, or how much snow had piled up in the night, Jihoon always made it to work with time to spare. Not even car trouble and illness held him back from arriving to work on time everyday. This morning, however, Jihoon had called in his absence and he was lying in his bed, eating a bowl of ice cream as he edited a text message.
Jihoon hadn't slept very well the previous night, waking at 3am with a burning deep in his stomach that made his pussy throb and he knew that he had started his heat. Going into a heat wasn't enough to make him call off from work, but with the fire raging in his stomach and his legs snapped shut, he decided that he didn't want to spend the day white-knuckling it as he tried to maintain his composure. He wanted an alpha to take care of him, to bring him treats, and to knot him while he came over and over.
Still, Jihoon had a dilemma: if he called Mingyu he would rush to be by his side, but Seokmin would surely sulk for weeks. He had the same dilemma if he were to call Seungcheol instead of Mingyu or Seokmin instead of Soonyoung. Any one of them would give him everything he needed, but there was hardly a fair way to choose just one of them, so he waited and watched their locations until they were all at work together. Mingyu, Seungcheol, Seokmin, and Soonyoung all worked at his office and they all worked the same hours. For his own amusement, he would simply have them race to him at the end of the day and whichever one of them arrived first would be the winner.
He cackled as he thought of the plan because he would be able to watch the entire thing play out using their locations on his phone. Seungcheol drove, but traffic would be a nightmare at 4:30. Mingyu had the same dilemma since he took Lyfts everywhere. Seokmin relied on the subway and Soonyoung rode his bike to work. They all had different modes of transportation, but any one of them could arrive first.
Eating his ice cream, he pressed send on the message he had spent the last twenty minutes crafting that went to all four of them in a group chat:
I know you all were wondering why I skipped work today, and the truth is I'm in HEAT and I need one of you to take care of me. I'm going to be at home all day, throbbing for whoever gets here first. I'm in desperate need of a knot or several. The only rule is not leaving work early. I'll be waiting.
After sending the text he waited for five seconds and Seokimin replied first with a single emoji 🤯. Soon after, his phone rang. Smirking, he answered Seungcheol's call.
"Hello," Jihoon answered in his sweetest voice.
"Are you trying to drive me insane?" Seungcheol asked.
"I don't know what you mean?" Jihoon said.
"You know you could have just called me. I would have left work for you," Seungcheol said.
"So would the others and they would be fuming if I had called only you," Jihoon said.
"So let them. You know they can't reach deep inside you like me," Seungcheol said in a low deep voice.
Jihoon snapped his legs shut, vividly remembering the time Seungcheol had knotted inside him and he was quickly soaked from the memory. Seungcheol had swelled inside of him so fully, making him cum repeatedly and satisfying the ancestral need that had taken over him. Jihoon had taken a Plan B and monitored himself closely, sure that Seungcheol had gotten him pregnant, but no such baby ever came, but he still dreamed about him regularly.
"Seungcheol you don't understand. If I- hold on there's a call on the other line… It's Mingyu. I'll call you back," Jihoon said before clicking over. "Hello," he said.
"Jihoon, seriously? You could have just called me," Mingyu said.
"You sound just like Seungcheol," Jihoon said.
"You're a menace you know that? I read your little text and now I'm my dick is hard. How am I supposed to focus now and why can't we leave work early?" Mingyu asked.
"Because Soonyoung has a presentation that he can't miss. It wouldn't be fair," Jihoon replied.
"Screw fair," Mingyu said.
"Goodbye Mingyu. I'll see you later, hopefully," Jihoon said before ending the call.
Jihoon took out his phone and he viewed them all as they sat at the office; he had no idea of the monsters he had unleashed with his cheeky little message or the havoc they would wreak on him.
Seokmin
Seokmin was antsy as the clock inched toward 5pm, and he kept reading Jihoon's text. His heart swelled when he first read it, but it was quickly deflated when he realized he wasn't the only person who had gotten the message. He had quickly stood up, making eye contact with Mingyu who also had a burning desire in his eyes after reading Jihoon's text. Seokmin didn't need to know how to read minds to know that Mingyu had every intention of fighting him if it meant getting to knot Jihoon.
He also intended to win it at all costs. Seokmin had never knotted Jihoon, but they'd had sex several times in the past. Jihoon was a voracious omega with a tight, wet pussy that Seokmin regularly fantasized about. Seokmin knew that he was only one of Jihoon's favorites, but that didn't matter. Seokmin was happy to be at Jihoon's beck and call, and he was willing to drop anything to spend the night in his bed. Even now, the only reason he wasn't in his car flooring it to Jihoon's house was his stupid rule about not leaving early. Already frustrated, he knew reminiscing about his last encounter with Jihoon wouldn't help, but it was the only thing that he wanted to do to pass the time.
"Seokmin, why don't you have an omega for yourself?" Jihoon asked, sitting his wine glass on the coffee table.
They were sitting in Seokmin's living room, having wine and unwinding from the long week. Seokmin knew from Jihoon's invitation the kind of unwinding he had in mind, and he jumped at the chance. He might not be more than a fucktoy in Jihoon's eyes, but he was a willing fucktoy who answered whenever Jihoon called. Seokmin loved him, but he knew it didn't amount to much, so he kept his dick hard and his mouth shut.
"Because you keep me at arms length," Seokmin replied, resting his head on his chest.
"Be serious. I know omegas would claw their eyes out for a night with you," Jihoon said, trailing his fingers up his chest.
"Except you," Seokmin said.
"Seokminnie you know I don't count. I never wanted to be marked by an alpha," Jihoon said, placing his palm on his chest.
Seokmin rolled his eyes, ready for the spiel he knew was coming. Jihoon couldn't count and he accepted that, but it didn't make him want him any less.
"You don't have to explain. I know you think you don't count," Seokmin said, placing his hand on his thigh and gripping it tightly.
"Seokmin," Jihoon whispered breathlessly.
"You know I just like to give you a hard time," Seokmin whispered before taking his earlobe between his teeth.
"Seokmin, I know it's so cruel of me to want you next to me, making me feel good when all I do is hurt you," Jihoon said as Seokmin buried his face in his neck.
"I want you to hurt me," Seokmin said, making Jihoon straddle him.
"Seokmin?"" Jihoon said.
"Choke me. Slap me. I deserve it," Seokmin said.
"Seokmin—"
"Just do it, you know I like it," Seokmin said.
He waited, heart pounding until he felt Jihoon's hand wrap around his throat. His cock throbbed as he felt Jihoon's grip tighten, and he wanted nothing more than to feel his tight pussy on his cock. Jihoon released him before standing to pull down his jeans and Seokmin's mouth watered at the sight of Jihoon's pussy. Unable to contain himself, he fell to his knees, taking his clit into his mouth, eliciting a deep groan from him. Ravenous, he alternated between slow, languid licks and loud suctioning until Jihoon was dripping from his chin and ready for his cock.
Jihoon liked the taste of himself, and Seokmin kissed him as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cock spring free. Straddling him again, Seokmin's heart began to race as Jihoon lined his sopping wet pussy with his cock and slowly sank down. His eyes popped open when he felt Jihoon's hand wrap around his neck and he groaned as Jihoon rode him, his grip on his neck tightening. With Jihoon fucking him senseless, he didn't anticipate that he would last very long.
He knew Jihoon only used him for his cock, as Jihoon's hips rotated until he found his preferred angle, but Seokmin didn't mind. Most alphas would never allow an omega to stomp on their hearts right before sitting on their cocks, but Jihoon was different. With his long raven hair and porcelain skin, any sensible alpha would fight to the death for a sniff of him, and Seokmin would soon be leaving with the scent of him on his upper lip.
With a loud cry, cum erupted from his cock like a geyser as Jihoon's pace continued, uncaring that Seokmin had cum and his cock was becoming increasingly more sensitive. Leaning his head back, Jihoon rubbed his clit while bouncing on his cock and Seokmin's fists clenched at the overstimulation and he could only whimper as Jihoon used him to his satisfaction. Reaching his limit, he moved to stop Jihoon when he suddenly cried out, slick gushing from him and saturating Seokmin's lap. Seokmin didn't care what Jihoon said, he would make Jihoon love him one day.
The alarm he had set for 4:30 went off, breaking him from his thoughts, and he bolted from his desk, weaving in and out of people and taking the stairs at a run. Desperate not to miss the 4:36 train when he came to an almost crashing halt, narrowly avoiding being hit by a car. He looked into the windshield, intent to tell the driver off when he realized it was Seungcheol, clearly rushing to get to Jihoon's apartment as well. After banging on the hood of his car, he resumed his run for the subway, desperate to reach Jihoon's house before the others. Losing and knowing one of them managed to get to Jihoon before him would ruin his entire weekend and likely the upcoming week. He needed to win at all costs.
Soonyoung
Done with his assignments for the day, Soonyoung paced around the mailroom as he reread Jihoon's text for the hundredth time. He had spent the entire day pressing down on his hard cock, barely able to focus on his presentation. Now that he was done with work, his focus was singular; he needed to be the one to knot Jihoon. Having broken up with his boyfriend six months ago, Soonyoung was in the middle of a dry spell that had dragged on. Jihoon's text had shown him what he was missing just like Jihoon himself when they had first met five years prior.
"Two shots of bourbon neat," the omega said to the bartender.
"You got some ID, beautiful?" he asked.
"Just a Diet Coke," he corrected.
Soonyoung laughed, sipping his own Coke, but his snickering didn't go unnoticed.
"Something amusing?" the omega asked, turning to him.
"I just find it funny that you were so certain he wouldn't card you. You were so certain that I believed you," Soonyoung said.
"Too bad you're not the bartender," the omega said.
"I'm Sonyoung by the way," he said, sticking out his arm.
"Jihoon," the omega said, taking his hand in his and Soonyoung held on to his hand a second longer than normal, feeling how soft his skin was.
"So, Jihoon, do you have an alpha of your own?" Soonyoung asked, making Jihoon laugh.
"Oh no, but I love how you asked that. People usually ask if I'm claimed by an alpha," Jihoon said.
"I don't think anyone could lay claim to you," Soonyoung said.
"You're a smart alpha. You don't want to lay claim to me?" Jihooon asked.
Soonyouung had never met such a brazen omega and he was simultaneously fascinated and frightened by him. Most omegas were meek, with some of the more conservative omegas only coming out in public accompanied by alphas or a hoard of omegas. Jihoon sitting at a bar alone wasn't unusual in and of itself, but sitting there in short shorts, his hair cropped low, wearing a t-shirt that left little the imagination about his body, and an erotic floral scent wafting from him was making Sooyoung feel things for the first time in his life.
"I think you would chew me up and spit me out," Soonyoung admitted.
"I think you would like that," Jihoon quickly responded, causing Coke to spill down Soonyoung's chin.
"You're probably right," Soonyoung said, dabbing his chin.
"Why don't you come back to my dorm and we can test that theory," Jihoon said.
"OK," Soonyoung said nervously, taking his hand.
The walk through the campus was quick and before he had time to process, he was in Jihoon's single dorm room, Jihoon's hand underneath his shirt and pressed against his abs, his tongue exploring his mouth. Everything was moving so fast. He had just met this omega less than twenty minutes ago, and here he was, intent on giving himself to him. Soonyoung needed to do this, but panic began to course through him when he felt Jihoon reach for his belt and he broke away from him.
"What's wrong?" Jihoon asked breathlessly.
"I haven't been completely honest about something. I'm… a virgin," Soonyoung said, ears reddening.
"That's all?" Jihoon asked before going back to his buckle.
Soonyoung stood transfixed. He hadn't revealed that information to anyone on campus, and Jihoon treated it like it didn't matter. Maybe it doesn't matter, Soonyoung thought to himself. Being a virgin simply meant he hadn't had sex for the first time. It didn't place a value on who he was as an alpha and he was clearly someone an omega like Jihoon found alluring enough to invite back to their dorm. He was realizing a number of things so quickly, but his focus became singular when Jihoon's hand wrapped around his cock, steering him to his bed.
With his pants on the ground, he climbed on the bed with Jihoon, his cock rigid as Jihoon's scent filled the room. Placing his hands under Jihoon's knees, he pushed his legs back and the sight of his leaking pussy filled his eyes, and an ancient instinct took possession of him. In a single, well-aimed thrust, he drove his cock deep inside Jihoon's waiting hole, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the omega and he began to hammer away.
Jihoon's silky warmth wrapped around his inexperienced cock and he let out a strangled cry as the world around him fell away. In Jihoon's eyes he could only see fireworks as these new sensations ensnared him and is mind warred between wishing he had sex sooner, having missed out on his teen years, and grateful that his first time was with an omega like Jihoon. Jihoon looked at him wantonly, his hands on Soonyoung's hips to press him deeper and as he looked into his eyes, Soonyoung decided that he loved him and wanted to claim him for himself.
Looking down between them, he noticed Jihoon incessantly rubbing his clit, his moans increasing with each thrust and slick gushing around his cock. Certain that no amount of pulling out or trying to refocus would save him, Soonyoung shuddered as he came, quickly bringing his thrusts to a halt as he planted his cock deep inside Jihoon's hole as he bred an omega for the first time. Sweat dripped down his back and a smirk flitted across his face as he fell on top of Jihoon, the exhaustion seeping into his body.
"Not bad for a first time," Jihoon said breathlessly and they kissed for the first time, and Soonyoung naively began to envision the rest of their lives together.
He remembered how they had spent the rest of the weekend together, but Jihoon had made it clear to him that he didn't want or need an alpha and that he was happy to be friends with Soonyoung and have sex, but he warned Soonyoung not to fall in love with him. Soonyoung would have agreed to anything for him, but he couldn't help that he loved him. Still, he accepted that he was merely one of Jihoon's favorites as the clock struck 4:30 and he bolted from the mailroom. His chest heaved as he ran for his bike, and he hoped on. As he rode through the park, he could see Mingyu in the backseat of a car sitting at a red light. Not beholden to red lights nearly as much as Mingyu and Seungcheol, he peddled with renewed vigor as he sped to Jihoon's house. As he peddled, he vowed to buy himself a car if he lost and take his bike to the dump.
Mingyu
Standing at the urinal, Mingyu was irritated about the fact that he had to race four idiots in order to spend the night with Jihoon. He had scowled even though he had reserved a Lyft AND an Uber to arrive at 4:30 sharp, intent to take whichever one arrived first; he didn't care about paying the cancellation fee for the one he didn't use, he just needed to get there first. His irritation was heightened when he heard the men's room door open and Seungcheol stood next to him.
"Any plans for the weekend?" Seungcheol asked, smirking.
"Not much. Just a weekend with a sexy long-haired omega. He's in heat, dripping wet while he waits for me," Mingyu said.
"That's funny, I have similar plans," Seungcheol said.
"I wouldn't be so sure," Mingyu said.
"Well, even if I don't get there first, I'm not worried. No omega ever left this without wanting more," Seungcheol said, gesturing his head.
Mingyu looked down and his eyes bulged before he could stop himself. He's not even hard, Mingyu thought to himself before facing forward. Mingyu wouldn't consider himself a small guy, but standing next to Seungcheol was making him feel inadequate. It made him want Jihoon even more. Jihoon knew how to calm his insecurities.
He sat in his chair, unable to pace any longer, wringing his hands as nerves took over him. He felt like a fraud; the fool who had hired him had made a mistake. How could he present to the CEO and other executives? He was a college student just two years ago, he had no business handling the presentation of this project.
"Mingyu I- what's wrong?" Jihoon asked as he came into his office, shutting the door behind him.
"I shouldn't be spearheading this presentation. I'm going to humiliate myself," Mingyu replied, wiping sweat from his brow.
"You're just overthinking. You're the perfect person for this job. Why else would you have been hired? Did you sleep with your hiring partner or something?" Jihoon asked.
"Of course not," Mingyu scoffed. "And I'm not related or old friends or classmates with anyone here," he added.
"There you go. You deserve to be here and you are fit to do this presentation. You'll be better than you think," Jihoon said, clapping him on the arm.
"I don't know. I still feel like a fraud," Mingyu said.
"Come closer," Jihoon said, beckoning him to bend over.
He thought Jihoon was going to continue with his pep talk, but his eyes widened when Jihoon planted his lips on him, kissing him deeply as his tongue explored his mouth. His shock only lasted a moment as he responded to Jihoon, placing his hand on the small of his back and pressing their bodies close. He didn't care that they were in his office and that anyone could barge in at any moment. All that mattered to Mingyu was his need for Jihoon and he intended to have him right there on his office floor until Jihoon broke away from him.
"Mingyu," Jihoon said breathlessly. "You have a presentation to get through," he said.
"You're right," Mingyu said in a voice filled with lust, clearing his throat.
Mingyu adjusted his hard cock before collecting his laptop and leaving the office. As he walked to the conference room, the nerves he had previously felt were only a memory, and Jihoon's words were loud in his head: you deserve to be here. Jihoon was right, he did in fact deserve to be there, and he had been foolish to forget that. Feeling confident, he walked into the conference room as sure of himself as he had ever been.
"Mingyu, I heard the presentation went well—"
Mingyu didn't have time to talk. The presentation had gone better than well, and the only thing he had on his mind was thanking Jihoon for his confidence boost, and satisfying his need for the omega. Taking his hand, he dragged Jihoon out of the office, his long legs forcing the shorter omega to jog to keep up, his pecs bouncing with each step. For his part, Jihoon didn't question where Mingyu was taking him, not even when they eventually made it to the street and he climbed into the back of a car. Mingyu had taken Jihoon back to his apartment several times before, Jihoon knew what Mingyu had in store for him.
Back at his apartment, he didn't waste time before removing his shirt and Jihoon's pants, his head swimming with desire as Jihoon's scent filled the room and he wrapped his lips around Jihoon's clit and began sucking. Jihoon's moans filled the room as Mingyu devoured him hungrily, inserting two fingers into his open hole. Spreading Jihoon's legs wide, he sucked his clit until he came with a shudder, slick oozing from his hole as Mingyu ate him without rest.
Mingyu kept his lips securely planted on Jihoon's throbbing pussy even with Jihoon trying to push his head away after cumming for the second time. So enraptured by his oozing slick and his heady aroma, Mingyu ate Jihoon's pussy, making him cum repeatedly for nearly 45 minutes until his jaw began to lock and he physically had to stop, much to Jihoon's relief. His gratitude was so great that he was willing to eat him through the pain, confident in his abilities, but Jihoon insisted that he didn't for his own sake.
He counted down the final 60 seconds of the day and ran to the front of the building at a sprint. Rage coursed through him when neither of his preplanned rides were waiting for him promptly, and he groaned in frustration as he watched the Lyft turn the corner, finally stopping in front of him.
"Yes I'm Mingyu," he said, unable to handle small talk. "Listen, the faster you can get me there, the bigger I'll tip you," he said.
With a nod, the driver took off, and anticipation began to grip him. He looked out the window to see Seokmin running for the subway. He leaned back, not wanting Seokmin to see him, his eyes widening when Seokmin was nearly hit by a car. Mingyu definitely wanted to get to Jihoon first, but he didn't want Seokmin to be hit with a car. He was relieved to see Seokmin get up, slamming his hands on the hood of the car, but that relief was short-lived when Seokmin continued his sprint to the subway.
Seungcheol
Seungcheol had sped through his work for the day in an effort to get finished before 4:30, and he still had an hour left, so he went outside for a cigarette. Even though he didn't have any work left, too many questions would be raised if he stayed outside for too long, but his mind was racing. Like Jihoon, Seungcheol didn't date so he had a roster of omegas that he liked to hookup with. Jihoon was always the first person he called and he always dropped everything for him. His way of life wasn't what his parents wanted, but it was Jihoon who had convinced him to start living for himself.
"What do you have planned for the weekend?" Jihoon asked.
"My parents are setting me up with an omega, the son of one of their friends," Seungcheol said, taking a bite of his cheeseburger.
"Sounds dreadful," Jihoon said, sipping his Coke.
"I don't know, he might be nice and willing to let me mark him," Seungcheol said.
"And that's what you want? Just an omega to mark?" Jihoon asked.
"I mean sure. Meet an omega, mark him, get married, and start having kids. Isn't that what everyone wants?" Seungcheol asked.
"I'd sooner slide down a cactus like a fireman's pole," Jihoon said.
"Come on now. Even you can't think that's such a bad dream," Seungcheol said, chuckling.
"On the contrary, I don't think it's a bad dream at all, but I've thought about what that kind of life would mean. Have you? How do you know that kind of life is what you want or what you're told to want?" Jihoon asked.
Jihoon's questions brought him up short. Seungcheol had never asked himself if that was the way he wanted his life to be. Did he actually want to be a parent? Did he want to claim an omega, forever beholden to them and responsible for another person? Seungcheol had been taught since his childhood that the key to a happy life was establishing a rewarding career, finding an omega to marry, marking them, impregnating them, and raising their children. He had never considered that there was an alternative or that he could consider an alternative. Looking at Jihoon inquisitively, he chewed his food and chewed over the seeds planted in his head as he sat in the shattered shards of his worldview.
"Hello," Jihoon's voice came through his phone.
"Hey it's Seungcheol. Listen, can we talk? I've been thinking about what you said the other day in the cafeteria," Seungcheol said.
"Sure we can talk. Swing by my apartment," Jihoon said.
Only two blocks away, Seungcheol walked over with a spring in his step; he had a new lease on life and he was eager to share it with Jihoon. In no time, he was buzzed inside Jihoon's building. As he walked in, Jihoon's scent overwhelmed him and he rushed to his unit to make sure he was alright. Inside, Jihoon sat writhing on his couch, his legs crossed and scent dizzying and he went to him. Without a word, he pushed Jihoon's legs apart and could see slick saturating his pants and he looked at him knowingly.
"You're in heat," he said. "Don't you take suppressants?" he asked.
"Sometimes. I had to go off of them for a blood test I'm having next week," Jihoon said.
"What can I do?" Seungcheol asked.
"You know what you can do," Jihoon said, pulling down his pants.
Seungcheol's cock grew immediately as he took in the sight of Jihoon's slick covered hole, and he stuck two fingers in, shuddering at the warmth that enveloped him before bringing his fingertips to his nose, sniffing deeply before unbuckling his belt. Without thinking, he tapped his hard cock on Jihoon's sopping pussy, eliciting gasps from the omega before slowly lining his cock with his hole. A groan began deep in his chest as Jihoon's wet folds engulfed him, and he had to resist the urge to pin Jihoon's legs back and relentlessly pummel into him, not wanting to hurt him.
"Seungcheol," Jihoon whined, running his hands through his hair.
Grabbing either side of his waist, Seungcheol's hips rocked Jihoon's smaller frame, his pecs bouncing with each thrust. Seungcheol fought against his need to shut his eyes and make the pleasure around his dick his one focus versus his need to see Jihoon's pink-tinged, tear-stained face as his dick dug deep inside his needy pussy. As Jihoon's whines and desperate pleas began to make his head spin, he realized something was off. He was close to cumming, but it felt different and it reminded him of a similar sensation that he'd had once alone in his bedroom in the middle of the night when he was 12 years old with no one to tell.
"Jihoon, I think I'm going to knot," Seungcheol said.
"Yes, yes do it. Knot me Seungcheol," Jihoon replied, covered in sweat.
Seungcheol had never knotted inside someone and having done it by accident once before, he didn't see how it could be comfortable, but if Jihoon was sure he was willing. His orgasm began in waves and he could feel Jihoon's hole beginning to stretch in order to accommodate him, followed by an instinct that told him to stay perfectly still. He couldn't exactly feel himself growing, but the way Jihoon twitched and sputtered made it clear to him what was happening. He kept his hands to his side, not wanting to disturb his process as Jihoon's back began to lift from the couch, arching as he furiously rubbed his clit, cumming repeatedly as Seungcheol's cock stretched him deep inside.
After more than ten minutes, Jihoon had settled himself on the couch, but they were still attached as Seungcheol continued to empty his seed into him and he was finally able to tell him about why he had come over in the first place.
"So you just told them off about setting you up?" Jihoon asked.
"I did. You were right. I had never really examined why I wanted marriage and kids, so I really thought about what it would mean," Seungcheol said.
"What did you decide?" Jihoon asked.
"I decided that, right now at least, it's not something I want to do. I might change my mind one day, but now I'm just gonna live how I want," Seungcheol said.
"I'm happy for you Seungcheol. It's freeing isn't it?" Jihoon said.
It had been freeing. Learning to let go of what everyone expected of him had allowed him to live a life he wanted to live. Just a few well-intended questions had shattered his worldview, a view that had been artificially constructed by his parents and other adults in his life from the time he was a child, not yet old enough to know that he should ask questions. In the months since, he had begun to question everything and it had made things clearer for him, even helping him get to know himself better.
When the clock struck 4:30, he booked it to the parking garage and sped out of the lot. As he drove, he was distracted by Soonyoung peddling toward the park on his bike, annoyed that his bike might give him the advantage. When he finally shifted his focus back to the road, he slammed on the brakes hard narrowly avoiding running a man over with his car. When the man stood up, he realized it was Seokmin who banged angrily on the hood of his car before taking off. As he watched Seokmin speed off, a small insignificant part of him wished he had slammed on the brakes just a millisecond later.
Jihoon
At 11am, Jihoon had turned his phone on silent, allowing him to spend a wonderful day at home, not worried about working or thinking about the long day he was sure had consumed the others. At noon he took an hour long bubble bath, drinking wine and resisting the urge to pleasure himself. His heat had made it impossible for him to do much of anything beyond deep breathing. At 1pm the pressure became so intense that he found himself lying on top of a plush bear that Seokmin had given him, grinding on it and saturating it with his scent and his slick until he sighed in frustration and went out for a walk instead.
Now that it was 4:30, he pulled out his phone and opened the app to follow the four corresponding dots to see who would arrive first and to make sure that they were all still at the office and none of them had cheated by leaving early. It took about two minutes, but he could see that they were all off and headed in his direction. From the onset, Soonyoung's dot seemed to be putting the most distance between himself and the office and Jihoon knew he would have the initial advantage of being able to bypass most traffic signals. Still, Seokmin was gaining on him, stopping every few minutes with the subway, but at least moving. Seungcheol and Mingyu were at a standstill as he knew they would be, but at a certain point they would be out of the mad dash of rush hour traffic when they got close to his neighborhood. It was anyone's race.
Jihoon honestly didn't have a preference for who won the contest. Any one of them would satisfy him the way he needed to be satisfied and there were pros and cons to each of them. None of the cons were deal breakers for him, but they were little things that he had to contend with if he wanted to keep them on his roster of lovers, and he definitely wanted to maintain all of them for as long as he could.
Seokmin's pro was also a con in that he was in love with him. Seokmin had assured him that his feelings didn't stop him from wanting to spend time with him, but Jihoon always felt guilty seeing his cute lips slip into a pout whenever their time together ended. One day Seokmin would have enough and Jihoon wish that day would arrive soon for Seokmin's sake. Soonyoung pro was a con as well and that was Jihoon's fault. Since he was the first person that Soonyoung had ever had sex with, Soonyoung tended to put him on a pedestal. Soonyoung only thought he was in love with him, and Jihoon wanted him to understand, but was also afraid that one day he would understand and move on to someone he actually loved.
Mingyu's pro was that he was a voracious lover, and his tall height typically left Jihoon in a puddle for him. His con was that he often left Jihoon in a state where recovery was necessary. It wasn't uncommon for him to leave bruised and unable to sit or eat properly after a weekend with Mingyu. Seungcheol's pro and con was also one in the same. Seungcheol was more like him than any of the others. If Jihoon thought of him as a walking dildo, Seungcheol thought of him as a sentient fleshlight. They were too compatible. However, Seungcheol was an alpha in every iteration of the word. Jihoon found himself submitting to Seungcheol in ways that he didn't feel compelled to with other alphas. It made him question himself, but he was adamant about not being a slave to biological impulses.
At 4:48 Jihoon began to panic. All four of them were closing in on his location quickly and they would all arrive at the same time. He hadn't considered the scenario where more than one of them would arrive at the same time and his pussy throbbed at the idea of all of them using him at the same time, but he shuddered to think of the state he would be left in if that were the case. Too nervous to sit, he began pacing around his apartment until he was certain one of them would arrive.
Looking out the window, his jaw dropped when he saw two cars brake in front of his building, Mingyu hopping out immediately, closely followed by Seungcheol while Seokmin ran down the street, stopping to catch his breath at his door. Sooyoung's bike tires came to a screeching halt and he hopped off as the four of them crowded around his door, his buzzer beeping incessantly. With nowhere to hide, he buzzed open the door and sat with his legs crossed on the couch. He could hear them barrelling up the stairs, arguing as they ran and his little fun game had turned into something nasty.
"I was here first. I turned down the block first," Seungcheol said as he burst through the door.
"You're wrong. I turned the corner first. It was completely empty as I ran from the subway," Seokmin said.
"I have my arrival down to the minute," Mingyu said, flashing his phone.
"It doesn't matter because I was here first. I cut through the side of Jihoon's apartment," Soonyoung said.
Jihoon watched in amazement as they continued to argue, none of them stopping to even greet him and he crossed his arms and cleared his throat to get their attention.
"It's good to see you all too," he said sarcastically.
They all froze and looked at him before they surrounded him, each one of them apologizing, their hands on his legs. Seokmin planted a kiss on his lips, quickly followed by the others who wouldn't be outdone. Their hands were doing little to help his heat and managed to detach himself from them and he looked at them.
"Who do you want to stay?" Seungcheol asked.
"Oh no," Jihoon fired back in a panic. "Only one of you was supposed to arrive first. You all need to decide who stays," Jihoon said.
"What if we all stayed?" Soonyoung suggested.
"WHAT?" Seungcheol, Mingyu and Seokmin said in unison.
"The text said whichever one arrived first, trust me I read it 75 times. We all arrived first. If Jihoon's open to it, I wouldn't care if the rest of you stayed," Soonyoung said.
"Jihoon's jaw was on the floor. Four alphas? Jihoon liked spending time with alphas and his heat was ravaging him, but all four of them would amount to greed of biblical proportions. As adventurous of a weekend it was sure to be, he would likely need to take Monday and Tuesday off from work just to recuperate. As he thought about spending the weekend with all four of them, he crossed his legs as he began to imagine all the many ways they would use him, and he bit his lip as he looked at the four of them.
"I don't know how this is going to work, but if you all want to stay, I won't stop you, but for the record if you all decide to stay, the focus can't just be on me," Jihoon said.
They began to murmur among themselves as Jihoon's words sunk in. If they wanted to use him, he wanted to see them use each other and it might save him if he wasn't their only outlet.
"Fine. We'll all stay," Seokmin said.
"Yeah. I've hooked up with alphas before," Seungcheol said.
"Me too," Mingyu said.
"I hope you've stretched," Soonyoung said to him.
Jihoon didn't have a moment to blink before they were suddenly surrounding him and he was hauled into the air as he was carried to his bedroom. After he was placed gently on the bed, suddenly four pairs of hands were pawing at him, stripping his clothes, grabbing at his thighs and pecs until he was completely naked, and very aware that he was surrounded by alphas who were being ensnared by his scent. He had no fear that any of them would hurt him, but it would still be a miracle if he got out alive.
His chest heaved as they all looked at him hungrily, but he was planted in place by Seokmin and Seungcheol who each had one of his ankles, spreading his legs wide and exposing both of his holes. Seokmin tongue worked its way into his mouth as he held his leg back and he groaned into Seokmin's mouth when he felt Seungcheol's lips on his sore nipple, sucking the sensitive brown nub into his mouth. Jihoon was enjoying their dual assault when he felt lips wrap around his engorged clit quickly replaced by another pair of lips before two tongues fought over pleasuring him and he knew it was Mingyu and Soonyoung. Mingyu's tongue worked his clit better than he ever could and he had taught Soonyoung everything he knew; he could never mistake his technique.
Unable to handle the onslaught from all four of them, he came quickly, slick oozing from his pussy and dripping towards his asshole, gasping when he felt fingers pushing the slick deep in his hole. As Seokmin's kisses traveled lower, he could finally see everything that was happening below, and his pussy throbbed at the sight of Soonyoung and Mingyu tonguing each other while his pussy was caught in the middle. They kissed like passionate lovers around his pussy and the sight was so erotic, he grabbed a handful of Seungcheol and Seokmin's hair, and pushed their heads together.
Seungcheol really was the epitome of an alpha as he devoured Seokmin's face. Seokmin was an alpha as well, and Jihoon felt it when they were together, but Seungcheol kissed him like he wanted to mark him and Jihoon leered lustfully at them as they began to focus on each other. Needing to give his pussy a break, he pushed Mingyu and Soonyoung off of him and towards each other and watched them kiss. If they thought this weekend would consist of Jihoon being their pass around fleshlight, they were wrong. Jihoon didn't intend to end the weekend with the only ruined hole.
As he used his fingers to stretch his pussy, the alphas around him began to remove their clothing as well and Seokmin crawled onto the bed next to him, resting his head next to his and planting soft kisses on his lips as Seungcheol stood behind him. As someone who had taken Seungcheol's cock before, he wrapped his arms around Seokmin's head to comfort him for the onslaught he knew was coming, gasping when he felt Seungcheol's fingers against his pussy. He looked up to see Seungcheol sniff his fingers before lathering his cock with the oozing slick before pressing his cock against Seokmin's hole. Everyone stood transfixed as Seungcheol's cock invaded Seokmin's poor hole, his eyes fluttering as Seungcheol stretched him and Jihoon had an idea.
"I think I want Seokmin to knot me first, and I want him to do it while Seungcheol's cock is in his hole," Jihoon said.
"Really?" Seokmin said, perking up.
"Yes. Just stay where you are," Jihoon said.
They all looked at him in confusion as he scooted his way underneath Seokmin until he could feel his cock and guide it into his hole. His eyes rolled back as Seokmin stretched his pussy, and a glazed look spread over Seokmin's face as he thrust forward into his pussy and pulled back, taking more of Seungcheol's cock into his hole. Back and forth he moved until he settled into a rhythm. On either side of him, Mingyu and Soonyoung held his legs back as Seokmin drove his cock in and out of them, with Soonyoung taking his toes in his mouth and Mingyu taking his exposed nipple in his mouth, biting down hard on the sensitive nub.
His toes clenched as Seokmin's cock reached deep inside of him and the others stimulated his body, however barely five minutes passed before Seokmin looked at him in alarm. Certain that Seungcheol's cock in his hole was part of the reason, Seokmin was unable to stop the orgasm that came quickly and his pace increased, planting himself deep inside Jihoon with a loud moan. Jihoon's mouth fell open as he could feel his cock growing inside him and he shuddered as his own orgasm ripped through him, but his eyes popped open when he felt Seokmin moving, moaning uncontrollably as Seungcheol hammered into his prostate. Seungcheol's strokes made Seokmin's knot press deliciously against the bundle of nerves underneath his clit and he wrapped his arms around Seokmin's neck.
"I feel like I'm cumming over and over," Jihoon said as Seungcheol stokes caused Seokmin's knot to massage his insides.
When Seokmin insisted to Seungcheol that he couldn't take anymore of his cock, Jihoon and Seokmin lied together while Mingyu, Soonyoung, and Seungcheol kissed around them. Jihoon was exhausted as Seokmin continued to unload inside of him, and he held him close, grateful for how full and satiating his knot was.
"This is the first time you've knotted me isn't it?" Jihoon said.
"It is. How is it? It's not too much?" Seokmin asked.
"It's perfect," Jihoon said, brushing his hair back, and pulling him closer. "Next time I'll call you directly," he whispered, and a grin spread across his face.
One day he would let Seokmin go because Seokmin was sweet and deserved better, but he was a flawed omega and would keep him hooked as long as he could. He had every intention of calling Seokmin first the next time, but he was already wondering about the next game.
