hear me out w heehoon, heeseung and sunghoon are just laying together watching something as the other boys have gone out. heeseung zones out of the video playing and starts to think some not so appropriate things, boom -boner. sunghoon notices and teases him ab it at first but then palms heeseung, goes down and open mouth kisses him through his tight jeans..
okei Thats all I can think of pls give more detail of u want cus I can’t ughhhghh #brain fog
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HII YES YES YEEESSS I LOVE YOU MORE ANON!!! THANK YOU FOR THIS UGH NOW I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT
just a warning that its messy and just a fun little thing i wanted to make HAHA dont take this as seriously as works of actual writers
desire unleashed
cw: nsfw, face-fucking, oral sex, mxm, deepthroating(?), lmk if i missed anything!!!
minors DNI
genre: smut
pairing: heeseung x sunghoon
wc: 3k (super short!)
A light knock on the door of Heeseung's room broke through the otherwise comfortable silence that enveloped Heeseung and Sunghoon. A pause—then the sound of a painfully familiar voice that rang out from the other side.
"Hey, we'll be out for a bit tonight," Jake called out, his speech muffled and slightly indistinct from the obstacle separating them. "Come with?"
The offer was thought about for no more than a few seconds before Sunghoon turned it down. "Nah," he yelled back, just loud enough for his voice to sound clear through the walls—albeit thin. "You guys go have fun."
"Sure?"
"Positive."
Sunghoon could hear the faint sounds of footsteps gradually getting further and further away, and it was only when it was pin-drop silence once again that he knew the other boy had left completely.
A stretch—and then a yawn from him, indicating drowsiness. The gesture evoked a pang of lugubriousness from Heeseung.
Desperate to keep the younger awake, he turned his head to gaze at him directly. His tone came out more yearning than intended, but he noticed it too late.
"Do you wanna do something? Maybe change the video, play a game?"
There was a glint of hope in his doe eyes, as if silently pleading for Sunghoon to play along, to agree to his stupid suggestions despite the obvious fatigue. It was a selfish desire, one that lacked philanthropy, but he couldn't afford to let him doze off like that. Not now, not when they had this rare moment of alone time to themselves, not when he had this opportunity to spend more time with the man he was so down-bad for.
And he realised the slight quiver of his lower lip too late when Sunghoon pointed it out so bluntly.
"What's up with you?" A raised eyebrow hinted at suspicion and concern. His voice was a weary mumble, words almost slurred. "You seem nervous."
He pointed his index finger at Heeseung's lips, the small gesture done to emphasise his claim. Then, he noticed the quick, panicked glance away—though it was only for a split second—that only served to worsen Heeseung's case.
A tiny stammer escaped the older's lips. "U-Uhh..."
He clearned his throat awkwardly, unevenly switching the topic of discussion.
"I’m not. Let's watch something else."
Curious but not too bothered, Sunghoon dismissed the strange behaviour with a light shrug of his shoulders. He focused his attention back on the small laptop screen, the device perched atop Heeseung's lap. His lazy eyes followed the little white cursor hovering around the screen, then at the letters that jumped in the search bar one by one.
The chosen video wasn't anything exciting, but at least it was a change. Still, he was just as bored as before.
It was a reasonable response, though. The pair had been sitting like this for hours now; backs against the headboard, heads on each other's shoulders, bodies closely cramped together. Just mindlessly watching any arbitrary video that popped up on the homepage. It was about time one of them felt the need to pass out.
Things didn't seem to go Heeseung's way, however, when he caught glimpses of Sunghoon's head dropping every now and then, the boy clearly fighting against enervation. The sight sparked a hint of pathetic despair.
After a minute of silence, he made his voice known.
"You know, we can watch something you like." he murmured out quietly, almost like a breath.
The sudden break of silence startled Sunghoon awake, his head jerking up. He turned his gaze to the older boy sitting next to him.
"Huh?"
"I-I said, we can watch whatever you want. Or do something you like. Or... something."
A faint smile plastered on the younger's lips. "Oh… okay."
Sunghoon's hands reached for the warm laptop that sat snugly on Heeseung's lap, then placed it down on his own. His fingers danced away on the keyboard with grace and finesse, his now-alert eyes fully fixed on the bright screen.
The boy looked rather adorable like this, all focused and awake just from a simple offer. And Heeseung couldn't deny that it made him swoon like a highschool girl.
You see, Heeseung was head over heels for Sunghoon—had been for a long time, perhaps ever since two years ago. He’d learnt to keep himself calm in his presence, learnt to put on an almost flawless facade of composure. Almost. Because he struggled to restrain one thing:
Desire.
Whether that was the desire to fuck him raw and senseless and hard, or the desire to stay snuggled up with him until the next day, it was a feeling that would ruin him if he didn’t keep it in check.
"Let's watch a rom-com," Sunghoon suggested, despite having clicked on a playlist already. "They've got all the episodes on here."
The younger’s voice seemed to snap Heeseung out of his slight daze, anchoring him back to reality. When the words finally registered, there was a spark of intrigue in his eyes and he raised a brow in curiosity.
"Rom-com? I didn't take you for the type." he muttered, a slight teasing edge to his tone.
He was met with a dismissive scoff from the other. "Enough."
It didn't take long for the room to go quiet, silence filling the air once more, save for the sound of the video playing. This time, Sunghoon seemed much more invested, his attention fully fixed on the series; considering it was something he picked out, it was no surprise.
Heeseung, on the other hand, struggled to keep his focus on the media unfolding in front of him. It wasn't because it was uninteresting, no—not at all. He could never find anything Sunghoon liked uninteresting. Rather, it was because of him.
His gaze kept drifting towards Sunghoon's face ever so often, stealing glances that were sometimes quick, sometimes noticeably long. It wasn't every day that the younger got all excited like this, concentrated and everything like a fucking puppy, and when he did, he was absolutely adorable. It was a side that only he got to see, and just from that thought alone he found himself flushing like a damn loser.
The lack of perception—or so he thought—from the other boy was like a small signal for Heeseung to keep staring, entranced and infatuated. He raked over Sunghoon's side-profile; eyes tracing that flawless jawline, gaze locked on the plush, pink lips he desired to ruin so badly, throat going dry at the sight of the sultry mole that sat on the younger's nose like the finishing touch to a masterpiece—the man was stunning, tempting, even, and it was hard to look away. He was a moth drawn to a flame, and the flame was blinding.
The soft admiring quickly turned into lustful ogling, and unwillingly, his mind wandered into dark and dangerous territory. A myriad of impure scenarios played out in his head, and he felt a sudden rush of heat shoot to his core.
It was an unmistakable jolt of need.
Desire.
And his attempts to surpress those thoughts only worsened them.
He suddenly felt a tightening in his pants—a tent, and it was getting increasingly uncomfortable. A rush of blood shot up to his face, painting the fair complexion a lively pink. A mix of embarrassment and concupiscence. Shameful, yet shameless.
It was difficult to hold in the low groan that threatened to spill out of his lips, and it was even more difficult to tear his gaze away from the provocative artwork sitting right beside him.
"Fuck..."
With a Herculean effort, Heeseung turned his head around, pressing his thighs closely together in hopes of hiding the growing bulge underneath. He attempted to pull the quilt up as well to obscure it better, hoping Sunghoon wouldn't notice his unusual behaviour.
Letting out a shaky exhale, he stole a subtle glance at the younger boy, checking for a reaction or any sort of observation.
None. Nothing.
The man was still heavily focused on his show, attention unwavering.
And when he felt like the coast was clear, a hand slipped under the quilt.
Fingers traced his own hips before slipping under his shirt to outline his abs, touching, teasing himself. Holding back the moans were near impossible, but Heeseung did his best to reduce them to soft pants instead—at the very most.
He shifted his gaze to look at the screen, putting on a faux display of intrigue and interest. Then, boldly, he lowered his hand to the waistband of both his pants and boxers, dipping his fingers in slowly, inch by tantalising inch.
He inhaled sharply—then continued further down until he reached the painful spot that demanded attention.
For a moment, he hesitated, unsure if conducting such a vile act in the presence of someone was anything okay. But an accidental brush of his fingertips on his tip forced him to give in.
A soft moan.
“Ahh…”
An experimental rub.
“Mmh, shit…”
He bit his lower lip. Hard. Trying desperately to refrain from letting out those unholy noises, sounds that were far from appropriate. When he relaxed under his own touch, he began to slowly stroke himself, the rock-hard cock twitching with every hit of the tip. It was risky, he knew that quite well—but if he kept it down, kept playing dumb, kept being secretive, he was confident Sunghoon wouldn’t notice. He did his absolute best to make sure the movement of his hand wasn’t noticeable under the covers.
Heeseung’s eyes darted from the screen to the younger man’s face and then back again, using Sunghoon as a turn-on and the laptop as a decoy.
The stimulation was amazing. It was delicious and addicting, and perhaps he could shamefully admit that the thought of touching himself in secret while his life-long crush was sitting right next to him was a huge libido-boost. And an excitement, too. The urge to squirm was excruciating, but he managed to keep all reactions hidden. Blowing his cover now would result in a horrific nightmare.
But when he felt a hand that he knew was not his stop his own hand motions, his entire body froze.
Surprised, stunned, shocked.
A rush of heat went straight to his face, cheeks reddening in a mix of both embarrassment and fluster. He almost didn't want to look Sunghoon's way, for the thought of staring at him dead in the eye would only worsen the awkward situation he was in. But he did anyway, a slow turn of his head.
Silence. Eye contact. Then a voice.
"What are you doing?"
Sunghoon looked at Heeseung with an unreadable expression. It was unclear how he was reacting to the whole predicament, and it scared the older boy a little.
Heeseung swallowed thickly and snapped his head the other way, his face on fire. An abundance of different curses overlapped each other in his mind.
"S-Sunghoon…" he breathed out quietly, his voice so low it sounded almost inaudible. "...it's nothing."
"I can see that someone's excited," Sunghoon smirked faintly. There was an unmistakable hint of tease in his tone. It brightened the pink tint on Heeseung's cheeks.
"S-Shut it."
"Aww… are you shy?"
Suddenly, a jolt of electricity coursed through Heeseung's body, followed by a sharp gasp that left his throat, cutting himself off. Shit. What the hell…?
An overwhelming surge of newfound pleasure swallowed him whole, the unexpectedness of it all making his head spin. And it was when he looked down that he noticed what was really going on.
A hitch in his throat. And Sunghoon only smirked.
"I'm not an idiot," the younger muttered out, his hand palming Heeseung's erection teasingly, tantalisingly. "You're terrible at acting."
He let out a low, almost dark chuckle. Breathy. "Feel good?"
The embarrassment that once consumed the other boy gradually dispersed upon hearing those taunting words, replaced by a strong sense of lust and sexual desire. And suddenly, all he could think about now was how he wanted—no, needed to feel Sunghoon's cute, slutty lips on his dirty little cock, sucking away at his tip, engulfing all of him until he felt his dick hit the back of his throat. The length twitched obscenely with each perverted imagination that ran through his mind, and he didn't even realise that there was a bead of pre-cum sitting at the slit.
"Ugh… s-shit, Hoon…" Heeseung's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his lids closed, the sensation of Sunghoon's delicate hands groping his dick through his pants too overwhelming to resist. He felt him squeeze and twist and rub his sensitive member and it felt oh, so fucking good.
"Need… more." he murmured out, slipping his own hand out of his pants to rest on Sunghoon's instead, forcing it down harder on his clothed dick.
He began to grind his hips against the younger's hand, seeking that delicious friction he was so deprived of. It was a pathetic move, a loser move, but he couldn't help it—he was already too far gone in the rabbit hole of sex.
Sunghoon kept his eyes fixed on the older's face, feeling satisfied with the reaction he evoked from him. His hand continued its skilled ministrations, touching and teasing in all the right ways.
Heeseung moaned softly. Needily. Shamelessly.
"Sunghoon, damn it… gotta have your mouth on me."
With a low groan, Sunghoon stopped his movements and flickered his gaze down to Heeseung's obstructed cock, eyes darkening with hunger and animalistic desire. He licked his lips subconsciously, his voice dropping an octave.
"Yeah?" he murmured, voice rough with need. "Want me deepthroating your fucking cock? Want my tongue tasting all of your cum?"
Heeseung only knew how to whimper, frustrated by the blatant teasing and the sudden loss of contact. "Enough talk. Put that mouth to good use."
And with much obedience, Sunghoon made quick work of undoing Heeseung's fly, the girthy rod slapping lewdly against his stomach, leaking and hard. His hot gaze raked over every inch of the newly revealed skin, lips going dry.
"What a monster," he murmured, before he dipped his head to plant open-mouthed kisses on the exposed member, trailing up, then down, then up again, and repeat. He made sure to lavish the tip with extra attention, enjoying the way it twitched in response.
Heeseung cried out, back arching impressively. "S-Sunghoon! Oh, god, it feels so good..."
"Mmm... yeah? You like that?" the younger murmured against the length, eyes flickering up to meet Heeseung's hazy gaze. The older's lips were parted as he panted, his eyes consumed by adultery and lechery.
"Y-yeah, fuck yeah," Heeseung breathed out, his body hot. "I... I need..."
Whatever he was going to say dissolved into a high, keening moan as Sunghoon suddenly wrapped his lips around the head and sucked—hard. His tongue swirled around the tip, dipping into the slit to taste the leaking precum. He took him deeper, inch by inch, until his nose was buried in Heeseung's curls. The wet heat engulfed him fully, slick and tight and perfect, sending him into a frenzy.
"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good!" Heeseung praised in a moan, lost to the intense pleasure. His hips bucked shallowly into Sunghoon's face, and the latter simply hummed in approval around his cock, sending delicious vibrations through him.
He could only whimper and writhe beneath Sunghoon's skilled mouth, his body singing with sensation. Heeseung's fingers scrabbled for purchase in the sheets as he searched desperately for an achor. And then, he brought a hand to the back of Sunghoon's head, fingers tangling in the soft, black locks, gripping tightly as both leverage and stability.
"Mmmh, that's it, baby..." Heeseung groaned, voice strained as he thrusted with slight urgency this time. "Open wide for me, just like that."
He guided Sunghoon's head on his dick, occasionally applying force, occasionally playing rough. And Sunghoon did his best to comply, relaxing his throat to accept Heeseung's impressive length. He gagged and sputtered around the older's thick cock, but it only served as fuel for his and Heeseung's insatiable desire, turning them both on even more. He didn't try to pull away, submitting fully to being used like a cheap fleshlight.
Heeseung threw his head back, moaning shamelessly in the room. His sweet noises of bliss were melodic and musical. "Take it all, baby. Swallow around my cock."
His heavy balls slapped against Sunghoon's face with each brutal thrust, the sounds of wet, filthy suction filling the air. And when Heeseung was teetering on the edge of release, he redoubled his efforts, fucking the younger's face with wild abandon.
“Oh, baby- Shit, shit, shit!” he cried out, hips bucking wildly with each word. “Take it all like the dirty cocksleeve you are
Pre-cum coated Sunghoon's lips and chin, making a complete mess of him.
Heeseung's rhythm became erratic, hips stuttering as he chased his release. The signal was obvious to Sunghoon.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum down your throat," he warned, voice strained. "Holy shit, S-Sunghoon, I-I'm cumming...!"
Then, with a hoarse shout, the older boy buried himself to the hilt, releasing hard, vision going white. Though overwhelmed, Sunghoon eagerly gulped down the seemingly endless stream of white liquid pouring into his mouth, forcing it down his throat. The sight of the boy's Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow was incredibly hypnotising, and Heeseung swore he was about to cum a second time.
Finally pulling out, Sunghoon gasped for air, face glazed in semen and sweat. His breath came out in heavy pants, his gaze dazed yet full of euphoria.
He locked eyes with the man above him.
"W-What a pervert. Touching yourself to the thought of me..." he grumbled in between breaths.
Heeseung just chuckled breathlessly in response, his hand loosening its tight grip on Sunghoon's hair. He, too, was trying to get some air, still recovering from the intense sex session.
His hand moved down from the younger's head to his chin, holding it in between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted his head up gently, enough to lock eye contact.
“Hey, but at least I woke you up with it. I didn’t want you to fall asleep.”
Hearing this, Sunghoon could only roll his eyes and let out a quiet scoff, the gesture playful, having not expected such a childish confession. The most he'd figured out was the fact that the boy was getting off to him in secret.
And then, he just gazed softly at Heeseung's face, almost as if analysing the exhaustion etched on his features; the spent but blissful look, the satisfaction that was painted on his profile.
He could still feel the ghost of Heeseung's hand tightly grasping his hair, the sensation of his dick ramming mercilessly in his mouth. He struggled to link their passionate coupling back to the fact that it was just to keep him awake, just an excuse for him to spend some time with him.
And then he sighed.
"How can you be so shameless...?"