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“That doesn’t look like a flashlight.”
After school had been cancelled for the third time that week, Soobin proposed a week-long sleepover. It wouldn’t really make a difference considering how close Beomgyu lived — a nominal fence-leap away — but if he was going to spend his night playing video games in bed, he’d much rather do it with Beomgyu.
“That’s because it’s not,” Beomgyu says. When Soobin arches a brow, confusion written all over his face, he continues. “It’s a fleshlight.”
“Fleshlight?”
“Yeah,” Beomgyu nods. “It’s supposed to feel like a cunt or something.”
He twists the thing in his grasp for Soobin to see. It’s a cheap, plastic thing, white and cylindrical with pink silicone at it’s tip. The nude, makeshift vagina is close enough to what he’s seen in porn, clit and all, but accuracy isn’t really the point here.
“It feels real and everything,” he continues. He hasn’t even tried it, but still. “The reviews went crazy. Like, one guy said he came for hours, bro.”
It sounds like an exaggeration but Soobin’s too horny to care about the details. “Really?”
“Yeah, and—,” he fiddles with the thing for a moment, pushes a button on the opposite end of the silicone pussy until mid-level vibrations fill the room. “Look! It vibrates!”
Soobin snorts. “What the hell, man,” he says, sporting a lazy grin. “Where did you even find this shit?”
“Red Container,” he answers. “It was on sale. Ten thousand won, bro.”
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, or something like that.
”Damn,” Soobin whistles. “Can’t be mad at that.”
“Right?” Beomgyu nudges the button to stop the vibrations, and spares the taller male a glance. “…You wanna try it?”
Soobin's shedding his Darth Vader pajama bottoms before he can even finish his sentence.
The two of them take comfort in the fact that most dudes their age bond over this kind of thing—masturbation, porn, sex in the general sense. Doesn’t make them gay to do what they do, ‘cause all the guys their age are doing it anyway. And maybe sometimes masturbation techniques are better demonstrated than simply referred to, but that doesn’t make it gay either. A simple fact, Beomgyu says. But rather than a fact it’s a theory, Soobin would argue, since neither one of them has the balls to ask anyone they know whether or not they spend time fondling their best friend’s privates or, God forbid, sharing pocket pussies.
Beomgyu fishes the lube out of his overnight bag in the meantime. The two of them learned the hard way that masturbation without any lubricant was more painful than what it's worth, so Beomgyu was tasked with supplying the lube (and whatever else), while Soobin's in charge of hosting. He was as good as an only child with two older siblings out of the house, while Beomgyu was unfortunately under the wrath of an older brother who made it his goal to bang through his bedroom door and rummage through all of his belongings whenever he pleased. This included his prized hentai collection.
(“Who even faps to these anymore?” Soobin mumbled some time ago, eagle spread on Beomgyu's mattress.
Beomgyu lifted his head, and Soobin's cock fell from his mouth with a smack. "Okay, so, say there’s an apocalypse—“)
But tonight, they were alone—parents out on the town during what remains of the winter storm, and brother God knows where.
Beomgyu squeezes the substance straight onto Soobin’s half-hard dick. He grins when the elder hisses.
“That’s cold,” Soobin mumbles, though it doesn’t bother him much when Beomgyu rubs it into the heated flesh. It’s less to turn him on and more to get the job done, but it’s sort of a two-birds-one-stone situation, and his cock fattens anyway.
Ah, the joys of being a teenage boy.
Soobin lowers his back to the mattress with a sigh. Beomgyu’s always been clumsy with these things, but there’s pleasure somewhere in the jagged movements. Like when he runs his palm over the bulb of Soobin’s cock, sweaty from gripping a controller for hours on end, until his toes curl, eyes rolling back just a little.
He’s clumsy, but he knows Soobin’s body just like his own.
“Feels good,” he says. Beomgyu appreciates the encouragement, but he stops to flick his thumb against the slit anyway. Soobin’s breath hitches. “Shit.”
“Don’t cum.” Beomgyu’s voice is strained, like he’s the one getting felt up. He’s hard in his briefs, shameless, not even caring to hide it. “Wanna see if this really works.”
“You just put your dick in it, right?” Soobin asks.
"Yeah," Beomgyu says, dumb. He eyes Soobin. “Should I put lube in it? Like…on the inside?”
Soobin considers it for a moment. "I mean, my dick's already kinda wet, so."
“Yeah, but, like,” Beomgyu continues, then quieter, “it's a cunt, you know? Shouldn't it be wet too?”
His stomach tightens. Oh.
“Uh, I mean,” he stammers, tongue tripping over itself. “Yeah, man, go for it…”
The grin that spreads across Beomgyu’s face is proof enough that the kid knows exactly what he’s doing to him. And as much as Soobin wants to pretend otherwise, it was definitely working.
Soobin watches closely as Beomgyu positions the lube's nozzle directly over the slit of the make-believe entrance and pushes it inside. He gives the tube a light squeeze, and then there's a mildly unsettling squelch as the substance is forced into the tight hole. It's kind of gross, but Soobin’s turned on by everything at this point, so his pathetic dick twitches anyway.
He's impossibly hard at this point, his ruddy, leaking cock curled against his abdomen. He finds himself missing Beomgyu’s mushy little hand again. He wants to fuck it. Shit, he’s willing to fuck anything at this point—even Beomgyu's body pillow, if he didn’t think Beomgyu would force him into a headlock because of it.
Luckily, Beomgyu’s finishes a few moments later. He tosses the canister of lube near the aforementioned pillow, and presents the fleshlight like a special prize.
”She’s ready,” he sings. “Treat her nicely—she’s a virgin.”
“You’re a virgin,” Soobin scoffs.
Beomgyu’s doing a pretty good job at ignoring Soobin, but he seems to be enjoying himself at least. And like, that’s totally cool, but Soobin’s been saving his nut for, like, three whole days now.
The thing’s dripping straight lube when Beomgyu tilts it upside down, and Soobin quickly discards his loose tee to avoid a nasty stain his mother would definitely ask about. He’s just in time for it to leak onto his bare, mildly toned abdomen, lube just as cold as it was on his poor erection.
“Dude,” he sighs. Quite frankly, he’s a little too pent up for Beomgyu’s antics. “Come on.”
“She can’t help it,” Beomgyu hums, not even looking at Soobin anymore. His eyes are trained on the toy. “She’s just so wet, Soob.”
He’s dragging the silicone against his stomach now. It kind of tickles, but not too much. He can make out each crevice, though—the soft folds, the clit that’s slightly firmer than the rest of it, but still soft enough to maneuver. If he thinks hard enough, he can imagine having some girl hovering over him, dragging her cunt against his abdomen, over his leaking cock, just to tease him a bit.
Mm. Yeah, he sees it.
Beomgyu does this sometimes. Gets a little into his head, starts creating scenarios to make things a little more interesting for himself—and, seeing as Soobin’s usually the one getting his dick toyed with, he usually goes along with it. It’s only fair.
He’s a bit far gone himself until Beomgyu speaks again.
“How does it feel?”
“Like a cunt, I guess."
“Is it hot?" he continues. "Like…d'you like it?”
”I mean, it's just my stomach. Kind of tickles, I guess.”
Beomgyu makes a show of dragging the toy cunt down to meet the head of Soobin’s cock. He’s too shocked to swallow back his moan, because yeah, it actually does feel good this time, enough to have him eager to fuck into the thing for real.
“You like this more,” Beomgyu says, mouth dry. The cunt creates its own wet trail down Soobin’s shaft, slick and slippery from the lube that’s already there. “Does it feel good? It feels good, right?”
He’s just repeating himself now, fishing for compliments.
“Yeah. Yeah, it's good.” Soobin takes his lower lip between his teeth. He sprawls a hand across his stomach, palm sticky with lube, too dazed to care. Beomgyu presses the faux clit against the slit of his cock, and he groans long and hard, body sensitive. “Fuck, that—," a sharp inhale, "—that was good, Gyu.”
“You wanna fuck it now?”
Beomgyu’s got the toy dragging over his balls now, and it’s an odd feeling, but it isn’t bad by any means. Soobin nudges his legs further apart, hoping Beomgyu takes the hint as well as he’s taken the other ones.
And he does, but there’s a catch.
(There's always a catch.)
“You have to ask her nicely,” he says.
“Gyu,” Soobin groans, both from the sensation and the fact that his best friend is a blueballing, cocksucking piece of ass. “Quit fuckin’ with me.”
“She’s a bit shy,” Beomgyu chirps, finally meeting Soobin’s eye, the little shit. “It's her first time, remember? Ask her nicely.”
“She’s a fuck toy,” he deadpans. Much to his dismay, his cock doesn’t care what it is—just that he’s getting some of it. When Beomgyu doesn’t budge, he bites his tongue to keep from cursing. “Come on, Gyu, it’s starting to hurt.”
"She's a lady,” Beomgyu continues. “If you don’t treat her like one, then she’s going home.”
Soobin squeezes his eyes shut. If he could backtrack about 4 and a half years, maybe he wouldn’t sit next to that brace faced underclassman in third period. He wouldn't have invited him to sit at his lunch table, and he damn sure wouldn't have accepted his offer to go back to his place to play video games after school. But right now, that same underclassman is the single obstacle between him and a toe-curling orgasm, so he's certainly in no position to complain.
“Please,” he groans, runs a palm—the clean one—over his face. “Let me…let me fuck it, Gyu. Please.”
“Her.” Beomgyu says, lifting the toy into his line of vision. He collects the lube dripping down the side and uses his fingers to thrust it back in. It’s counterproductive, the pressure only causing more to rush out, but that’s not the point. With him, common sense never is. "You have to ask her. It's her cunt, not mine."
The kid watches too much hentai.
(And so does he, but that's not the point.)
Soobin stares long and hard at the cheap thing, briefly wonders if it's even worth losing the little dignity he has over. But unless he wants to roll over and hump the mattress for a few minutes or—God forbid—jerk off right then and there, then he's going to have to suck it up and play into Beomgyu's little game a while longer. Just until he cums, at least.
God damn it.
"Please," he tries again. "Please let me fuck you."
"What do you mean?"
It should be unsettling, the way Beomgyu's voice lifts an octave or two, but Soobin's stomach is curling anyway.
"What do you mean?"
Beomgyu hums. "You have to be more specific."
"Gyu, I swear to God," Soobin snaps. The head of his cock gets caught between the folds of the fleshlight, and his core tightens, eyes rolling back a brief moment. "Beomgyu."
"She likes it when you're nice to her."
And Beomgyu keeps going with his little gimmick, treating the cunt like there's somebody attached to it when it's really just him and his aching erection. Maybe he gets off on it—getting Soobin to beg, that is—because it's such a stark contrast from their usual dynamic, and it's the only time Soobin would ever ask before taking something he wants from Beomgyu. Aside from the obvious height difference in Soobin's favor, the guy could argue his way out of just about anything. Beomgyu, on the other hand, oftentimes found that whining got himself what he wanted, or at least being as obnoxious to the point of surrender. And while this usually didn't work against Soobin, it's working now, because Soobin wanted to cum enough that he was willing to put up with just about anything Beomgyu could throw at him.
Soobin's getting what he wants though, 'cause Beomgyu's finally (finally) nudging the silicone up against his cock, and for once doesn't tease him as he's pushing the toy down his thick shaft. It's wet, and so, so tight, the ridges on the inside sending a chill up his spine. His fingers curl inward to grasp onto something, but it's just his abdomen that's there at first, nails scraping against his flesh in the slop of lube no thanks to Beomgyu, who was always messier than he was accurate.
Beomgyu twists his wrist, and Soobin can't get his eyes to focus in the midst of it all. He doesn't know what a cunt feels like, but if it's anything like this then he isn't sure he'd actually survive his first time, not when he's hardly bottomed out and is still ready to shoot buckets into—into a toy, of all things.
Fuck. He might cum on the spot.
"Damn. Can't fit it all in," Beomgyu says. He sounds a bit like a cat, and only slightly mocking. "You're gonna hurt her, Soob. Why's your dick so big?"
The warmth didn't reach his entire cock, and he felt that on his own, but seeing it is entirely different thing.
"S'fine," he chokes out with a hand curled around Beomgyu's wrist. He moves Beomgyu's hand on his own, moving the cunt up his shaft and back down when it's reached the tip. It squelches all the way down, wet and nasty, and Soobin's mouth falls open in a forced, breathy moan. "A-ah, fuck, that's so fucking good, Gyu."
"You'll break her cunt like this," Beomgyu breathes out, like—like it's his cunt Soobin's forcing himself into, stretching out beyond its capacity. "Your cock's too big for her little cunt, Soob. You have to be careful, okay?"
It's a toy, but Soobin nods anyway, careful with each thrust upward. The toy molds to his cock with ease, and Soobin can't look away even with his vision blurred, watching himself fuck into the silicone cunt, and Beomgyu's hand holding it in place. "S'made for this," he slurs, tonguing at the bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. "Made for my cock, Gyu, she ca—a-ah—can take it."
"You're stretching it out," a little mewl from Beomgyu, who's gotten too into character. "It hurts, Soob."
Soobin meets his gaze. "You like it," he says, hips stuttering as he slams into the cunt, gentleness all but forgotten. "You like it when it hurts. I know, 'cause you to—told me, Gyu."
And just for a moment, Soobin imagines it. He imagines a loud-mouthed Beomgyu with his cock nestled deep inside of him, imagines how good he might take it—how pretty he'd be, how Soobin might have to clamp a hand over his mouth as he fucks into his boy cunt nice and hard, as much as he wants, how Soobin might ignore his pleas as he begs him not to break his cunt, not to rip him apart while Soobin's using him in place of his 'thousand won fuck toy. Or maybe Beomgyu'd ride him, work his tight little ass the same way he's working that toy cunt up and down Soobin's cock, pink prick slapping against his soft tummy, until—
"Ah, fuck—Gyu, hnng!"
Soobin's back arches off the mattress as he shoots a series of white ropes into the pocket cunt. Beomgyu clamps a hand over his mouth despite the empty house, practiced.
Beomgyu's too pleased with himself. He's moving his hand on his own now, using the toy to stroke Soobin through his orgasm from start to finish, only slowing down when it seems he's milked Soobin completely dry.
He's careful as he slips the toy off Soobin's cock. He's collecting the cum with careful fingers, pushing it back inside the same way he did the lube earlier. "Can't waste any," he says when he realizes Soobin's been staring a little too long, but Soobin's also a little too cum-dazed to tease him for it right now. "You came a lot, dude."
It's so vastly different from that mischievous little mewl he had going on earlier. Soobin doesn't know how he feels about it just yet.
There's rustling for a moment, but Soobin's got his eyes shut. He feels Beomgyu shift on the mattress and briefly considers asking for a glass of water when he remembers the hydroflask Beomgyu keeps on the nightstand, and reaches blindly for that instead. It takes a few tries but he eventually hooks a lengthy digit through the handle and brings the bottle towards him. It knocks against his forehead, and his eyes shoot open with a hiss.
The bottle's covered in stickers Beomgyu's collected over the years; some Soobin's given to him, like the Guan Shan one he received as a freebie some months ago, and others carefully curated. He examines it before taking three large gulps of the week-old water, then hands it to Beomgyu, who attaches his mouth to it without hesitation.
Beomgyu's mostly naked now, on his knees on the mattress and sporting a flimsy tank that Soobin's almost certain he stole out of his drawer a couple nights ago. His own cock's curled nicely against a soft tummy, and really, Soobin thinks it's kind of cute—or as cute as a dick could be, anyway. He's got the fleshlight in one hand, and the fingers of the other fooling around in the mess Soobin's made of it. Soobin watches, confused, and quirks a brow when Beomgyu uses the semen-lube mixture to coat his own erection.
"Shouldn't you clean it out first?"
He's got this toothy grin that tells Soobin he's better off going to bed than entertaining anything to do with Beomgyu at this point, but Soobin's clearly got a problem when it comes to indulging the younger.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but the two of them eventually work themselves into a position that isn't too awkward and uncomfortable either of them. Soobin's sitting with his back against the headboard, legs spread to create a nice crevice for Beomgyu to fit into, and Beomgyu's on his back with his crotch to him, one leg draped over each of Soobin's. They're bound to get messy, but Beomgyu's already worked up from his previous spiel, so it shouldn't be long before he's finished off anyway. Plus there's a lesser chance of Soobin getting covered in his own cum like this.
"Be nice to me," Beomgyu says after he's handed Soobin the toy, soiled with his semen. "Think about who just got you off."
"You're the mean one," Soobin says, which is only somewhat true. It depends on what he's classifying as mean in that moment. "If you cum on my face, I'm punching you in the dick."
Beomgyu scoffs. "I let you cum on my face."
"You mean you asked me to," which is true, "that's different. You aren't cumming on me."
"Shouldn't you let me cum on yours every now and then? Like—just one time? I think that's fair."
"Fuck no," he says. "You'll burn my skin off."
Beomgyu cackles.
It's a little weird at first, figuring out how to hold the toy so that it's doing its job properly. Unlike Beomgyu, he isn't here to tease, so it only takes him a moment before he's sliding the toy down the base of his best friend's cock, the makeshift lubricant making it an easy glide to bottoming out. Beomgyu's not small by any means but he's certainly smaller than Soobin, and he's able to fit most of his cock into the toy with no problem. Soobin watches him closely, pays attention to the way his breath hitches when the tip of his cock hits the very back of the fleshlight where silicone meets plastic.
Beomgyu's taken a vow to avoid the gym at all costs, so his body's still soft around the edges, flushed pink as he holds the hem of his tank between his teeth, entire body on display just for Soobin. And Soobin takes the gift in stride, drags a large, sticky palm across his bare chest, spreading lube across its surface. The pads of his fingers brush against pert nipples and Beomgyu gasps, back arching into Soobin's touch. His moans are breathy and whiny, just short of a whimper as Soobin works the toy up and down his cock. It's downright filthy, the sick squelch of Beomgyu's cock buried in a mess of Soobin's semen, lube, and whatever's been leaking from Beomgyu's cock for the last ten minutes, and Soobin relishes in it as he flicks his wrist to pull another whine out of Beomgyu.
He sounds like a bitch, really, so Soobin tells him.
"Not a dog," he clarifies, though he kind of sounds like that too. "Like...a girl. A really bitchy one. Y'know?"
Beomgyu's voice is strained. "Fuck you," he says. He's a bit too sensitive and wrapped up in his own pleasure to come up with an actual retort, and Soobin is sure to use it to his advantage.
"I don't fuck bitches." And he has, and he does, because he's been screwing Beomgyu for years now. "Hey. Where's that one button—?"
He finds it a moment later, that special little button Beomgyu was so excited to show him earlier, and punches it in with the pad of his thumb. The fleshlight vibrates in Soobin's palm, and he shoves it to the base of Beomgyu's cock.
Beomgyu thrashes. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, st—stop!" but he's bucking his hips anyway, so Soobin keeps going. "Fuck you, fuck y—hhh—"
"What? You sound kind of dumb, Gyu." Beomgyu's kind of squirming beneath him, pushing at Soobin's wrist one moment and pulling it back the next. He catches one of his rosy buds between his thumb and middle finger, and gives it a sharp tug, then rolls it until Beomgyu's in tears. His thrusts are jagged, messy and stuttered, and Soobin can tell he's already about to cum. He knew it wouldn't take long, but he still wants to drag it out, maybe make him beg the way he forced Soobin to. But it's too late anyway, because Beomgyu's hips are stuttering, thighs trembling as he pushes his cock into the toy one, two, three more times before he's emptying himself. "...Maybe you are a bitch after all."
They're sticky and sweaty, and Beomgyu's far too sensitive to keep going, but Soobin's feeling a bit greedy now, so he keeps stroking Beomgyu's cock, which hasn't even had the chance to soften yet.
Beomgyu's mouth falls open in a silent scream. "Stop," he breathes out, pushing weakly at Soobin's forearm. He barely budges, twisting the fleshlight on Beomgyu's cock like he's the damn toy. "So—Soobin, I—"
Soobin shushes him. "You can take it," he says. "You like when it hurts, remember?"
The fleshlight's filled to the brim and the excess is dripping down the swollen shaft of Beomgyu's cock, down his balls, and between the tight crevices of his soft ass cheeks. It's hot. Really hot, and Soobin's mouth is watering as he finally pulls the toy off Beomgyu's cock, who looks barely conscious now, head lolling off to the side. One moment his eyes are rolling back and the next they're shut tight, like he's trying to decide if he wants to fight it or relish in it. It's kind of funny. He shouldn't be this broken down after one orgasm.
"Gyu," he whispers, using his free hand to prop him up as he leans off to the side. The pocket pussy's leaking all over his bed sheets, but he'll throw them in the washer before his parents get back. "Gyu. Are you dead?”
Beomgyu shifts for a moment, and then, "M’not dead, dumbass."
Soobin grins. "I'm hard again."
"No," Beomgyu grumbles, though it isn't a question. "Screw you. You're a monster."
"It wasn't that bad," Soobin says, 'cause it so wasn't. Not as bad as some of the other things they've done. But he is still hard, almost as if he hadn't gotten off at all, his cock all angry and hard again from playing with Beomgyu. "Come on."
Soobin moves to hover over Beomgyu, chest to chest and sticky with sweat and lube.
"My dick hurts," Beomgyu says. It's still swollen and everything.
"I don't need your dick," Soobin says, nosing at his cheek. "Just need...5 minutes."
A soft whine. "Use it on your own. I said my dick hurts."
"Nah." Soobin's mouthing at his abused nipples now, which mostly taste of salt and lubricant. "Want you."
And Soobin can feel his cock against his thigh, so he doesn't know why Beomgyu's playing all hard to get and stuff. They're both insatiable teenage boys.
Beomgyu shifts beneath him, then nudges his thighs apart. "What do you want me to do?"
The fleshlight is too much of a mess to provide any worthwhile friction at this point. Soobin hums thoughtfully. Maybe he could convince Beomgyu to suck him off since he's willing now. He's not good at it or anything, but he's tired enough that he'd probably let Soobin fuck his mouth if it meant he didn't have to move. Soobin glances up to meet Beomgyu's gaze.
"Wanna suck me off?"
"Not really," Beomgyu says. He shifts again, combing his fingers through his sweaty locks. "You can fuck me, though."
Soobin likes the sound of that. It means he's going to have to do all of the work, but he figures its a decent trade-off for Beomgyu letting him use his body when he's obviously putting more energy into keeping himself awake than anything else. He plants a gentle kiss next to Beomgyu's navel before pushing himself onto his knees to retrieve the lube.
Beomgyu makes a displeased little sound at the back of his throat. Soobin takes the hint, gently rolls the younger onto his stomach instead, and watches as he folds his arms beneath his head, a nice cradle for him to tuck his face into. Soobin bites his tongue, and nudges a pillow beneath his hips just to be safe.
He looks comfortable like this.
Soobin uncaps the lube. The lubricant has reduced itself to a sticky mess, so he takes a minute to re-coat himself before squeezing what's left onto Beomgyu's bare ass. Beomgyu huffs, annoyed, but Soobin's pretty sure he's just trying to pick a fight, so he ignores him and nudges his thighs apart until he's greeted by that tight, pink hole of his. He drags his wet digits over the hole just to coat it too, and gives it a little swat as he pulls back.
"Quit it," comes Beomgyu's muffled complaint. The tips of his ears are red. "Hurts."
Soobin scoffs. It's bullshit, but he rubs his fingers over it a second time to soothe it anyway. Beomgyu hums, pleased, and pushes his ass into Soobin's hand.
"What're you thinking about?" Soobin asks, curious. He's positioned directly behind Beomgyu now, his member nestled between the round cheeks.
Beomgyu lifts his head, rests his cheek on his arms instead. "Your dick.”
Beomgyu rolls his hips against Soobin's cock. Soobin holds his breath, and squeezes Beomgyu's waist to still him. "You know why?"
"Not really," he replies honestly. "You've seen it before."
He vibrates beneath him, chuckling. "No shit," he says. "It's just—it's kind of big, isn't it?"
Yeah. His dick's kind of big, but he still doesn't get where Beomgyu's going with it.
"I was just thinking...if it's that big, it's gotta hurt at least a little bit."
"Oh," Soobin says again, a little dumb. "You like when it hurts, though."
"I do," Beomgyu hums. "Don't prep me. I did it already."
Soobin pulls back to nudge the tip of his cock against his fluttering hole. "It's so small, though," he says. It doesn't look like it can take anything in there, let alone Soobin's cock. "Can you really take it?"
Beomgyu arches his back further, and by then Soobin's pretty sure his cock is going to explode if it doesn't get some action, so he curls both hands around Beomgyu's slim waist and tugs him back against his cock until it's forcing its way into Beomgyu's tight hole. Beomgyu hisses, and reaches back to create some sort of cushion between them. Instead, Soobin moves to curl a hand around Beomgyu's wrist, keeps it trapped in his grasp and uses it as leverage as he forces his cock the rest of the way into Beomgyu's ass.
"Stop," Beomgyu gasps. "Stop, stop. Soobin, wait."
Soobin wipes the bit of drool that's collected at the corner of his mouth. "What for?"
He slams his hips into Beomgyu's ass at an unforgiving pace, eager to chase his orgasm over anything else. He's got Beomgyu's arm twisted and pinned to his back now, dragging him back onto his cock like a fuck toy. He's much better than a fleshlight could ever be, and he makes sure Beomgyu knows it, knows he'll get off to the praise, and grinds his cock deep inside of him.
"D'you feel it in your tummy?" Soobin asks. He knows he can, knows that's just how big his cock is. "Maybe I'll give you a baby. Hear that, Gyu? You wanna carry my baby?"
Beomgyu's too gone for words at this point, pushing his hips back against Soobin's fat cock despite his pleas for him to stop. Maybe he's just playing with himself again, pretending to hate Soobin's cock just to give himself something to whine about, 'cause the way he's hugging Soobin tells him everything he needs to know.
"No," Beomgyu hiccups, moaning with each thrust. “F—fuck you. Don’t want your fucking b—babies.”
"Fuck me?" Soobin feels like an animal—like he could really get Beomgyu pregnant if he fucked him hard enough, fill him up with his babies, spend all night pumping him full if he felt like it. "But you like it so much. Look at you…”
Beomgyu’s pretty useless in this position, but his hole certainly isn’t.
Soobin hates to admit it but watching his best friend thrash beneath him—hot, tight, and writhing in pain around his cock—has his stomach coiling in a way he can’t quite put a name to. Beomgyu could whine and fight all he wants, but they both knew that no matter how mean, how cruel, how demeaning Soobin got, Beomgyu was willing to take it all.
To prove his own point, Soobin brings a hand down against Beomgyu’s lube-slick ass, watching the flesh blossom a deep shade of red from the strength of his hit. Beomgyu mewls beneath him, pushes his ass further back to meet his thrusts.
Soobin knows he’s disgusting, but his cock throbs anyway.
He can’t pull his eyes away from where their bodies meet. Each slap of his hips against his pert ass results in a loud squelch, and each time he pulls his hips back, the lube between them keeps their bodies connected in the filthiest way possible.
“Gonna give you my babies,” he growls, sweat beading near his hairline as he fucks into Beomgyu with a newfound vigor. “Gonna fuck you so good, Gyu, gonna get you round and pregnant and—m’gonna fuck you like this forever, baby, you—”
”Please,” Beomgyu sobs. His cock drags helplessly against the pillow beneath him, desperate for friction. He sounds so pathetic. “Please, Soob, it hurts, it hu—hurts so bad…”
”Shut up,” Soobin snaps, brings a hand down hard on his ass. Beomgyu wails as he digs his nails into the flesh. “Fucking know you, Gyu, know you love taking my cock in your sw—sweet little cu—cunt.”
And he’d be so pretty with his baby, Soobin realizes, fucked all round and pretty, nipples swollen…God. Anger brews at his core, frustrated that he has to exist in a world where he can’t fuck his best friend full of cum and make him carry his babies for the rest of his life. How else was he supposed to trap him?
That familiar feeling brews in the pit of his stomach, thrusts growing sloppier.
“Gyu,” he chants, pistoning his hips into Beomgyu’s sweet little ass, holding him in place as if he wanted to leave in the first place. “Gonna fill you up, baby, gonna fucking—gonna fucking cum, Gyu, sh—shit!”
“Do—don’t get me pregnant,” Beomgyu cries, practically humping the pillow as Soobin fucks him like a madman. “Please, no—just wanna cum, please, Soobin!”
Soobin’s thrusts grow uneven, but he’s persistent, hunting his orgasm down until he’s burying himself deep inside of Beomgyu, shifting his body weight to force the younger down against the mattress, chest to his back to cage him in. He sinks his teeth into the younger male’s shoulder to muffle himself as he shoots his second load into Beomgyu’s tight hole, a melody of grunts and curses.
He doesn’t even bother pulling out when he reaches beneath the two bodies to fondle Beomgyu’s leaking prick, sticky and soft from the orgasm that’s been forced out of him. Soobin, lazy and dazed, mouths wetly at the bite mark on Beomgyu’s shoulder, breath heavy.
They stay like that for a moment, until Beomgyu breaks the silence.
“You’re crushing me, fat ass.”
Oh, shit.
Soobin sinks into the tub behind Beomgyu with a groan.
“I’m never having sex again,” he says. “The next time I get a boner, just chop my dick off.”
Beomgyu snorts. “You’re one to talk. My fuckin’ ass hurts.”
Soobin hums. He has a point there.
The two of them crashed shortly after Soobin all but mutilated Beomgyu’s hole, but luckily Soobin woke up just in time to run a hot bath for the two of them. It was much needed, if not for the intensity of their orgasms then for the fact they smelled of dried cum and salt.
Unfortunately, he had to wake Beomgyu in order to throw his sheets in the washer, but he talked his way out of an uppercut by offering takeout and a much needed Minecraft session.
And a hot bath, of course.
(With Epsom salt. He’s a keeper or whatever.)
It’s nice sitting in here with him, anyway. It’s kind of a tight fit but it’s nothing unbearable. It reminds him of when they used to cram themselves into Beomgyu’s twin sized mattress back when he was a freshman. They were basically forced to spoon in order to get a good night’s sleep, Soobin’s limbs sprawled all across Beomgyu’s smaller frame, Beomgyu’s entire body basically tucked between both of Soobin’s legs.
Soobin hums, and drags a hand through Beomgyu’s wet strands. He loves his best friend.
”So,” Beomgyu begins. His eyes are shut and he’s leaned back against Soobin’s chest, all lax and whatnot. “You want to get me pregnant, huh?”
Scratch that. He hates his best friend.
“I thought it would be hot,” Soobin groans. “I saw it in a manhwa once.”
“What kind of manhwa?”
“The guy, like…” Soobin stops himself, then starts all over again. “So there’s a crossdresser, right? And he always rides this specific train ‘cause the guys are super touchy there, which is exactly what he wants ‘cause he’s, like, a slut or whatever.”
Beomgyu quirks a brow.
“And then one day this guy, like, corners him and instantly starts going at it. He pulls a knife out of his pocket and just cuts a hole in his underwear—he’s wearing a skirt, by the way—and just starts fucking him. Halfway through it, the guy’s like, I’m gonna get you pregnant, and the other guy is like no, don’t get me pregnant. And then he cums inside of him anyway, and they have, like, five kids.”
Beomgyu blinks. “You’re a pervert.”
Soobin splutters. “Wh-what? You bought a fake pussy!”
“I never said I wasn’t a pervert,” he says. “I’m just saying that you’re a bigger one. Like, a pervert times ten.”
“Your logic is flawed,” Soobin argues. “Like, the perpetrator is the biggest pervert by default.”
“Even if the other person liked it more?”
Soobin purses his lips. “You liked it just as much as I did.”
Beomgyu breaks into a wide grin, and turns his body to leave a kiss on Soobin’s chin. “I did enjoy it,” he says. “It was a lot of fun.”
He pouts. “Even though your ass hurts?”
“Especially because my ass hurts. Now come on—“ he claps his hands together, and Soobin jumps, “—pizza’s gonna be here any minute, and I still haven’t shown you my sex dungeon in Minecraft.”
“You made a sex dungeon in Minecraft?”
Beomgyu’s already getting out of the tub by the time he asks his question, so Soobin has no choice but to follow suit.
“…Okay, but wouldn’t having a digital sex dungeon make you the pervert?”