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“This is so annoying.” Sunoo grumbles with a pout as he looks out the window of their living room flat, rain pouring down heavily on the streets of Seoul. It was a Saturday, and they were granted a break for a few days by the company, enough for the members to visit their parents’ homes. This also gave them time to recuperate from their comeback promotions before they start their all out rehearsals for their upcoming world tour.
Sunoo was leaning his weight on the console table right by the huge glass window when Ni-ki spoke.
“If you didn’t take too much time putting your makeup on, you would’ve made it home by now.” Ni-ki, who was doing pull-ups in the same room, says in between grunts and heavy breathing.
“How’s that my fault?! This wasn’t—,” Sunoo snaps his head towards Ni-ki’s direction, the tone of his voice starting strong, evident with annoyance, “...in the forecast today,” but falters in the middle as his eyes shifted from Ni-ki’s face to his body.
The room was dim, the only light source came from the huge glass windows of the flat. Despite the weather being gloomy, it was still just a little past noon so it wasn’t that dark outside. With the workout machine Ni-ki’s using facing the windows, the sweat covering his face and body gets illuminated by the medium bright light coming in. The shadows work in his favor, enhancing the view of the well toned arms he has been working on for months. His sleeveless shirt was clinging onto his body, accentuating his slim build, and firm-looking chest.
‘When did he get so hot?’ was what ran through Sunoo’s mind. Sure, this isn’t his first time seeing someone with an attractive face and body. Hell, he’s surrounded by such men. But something about Ni-ki was different. Maybe he’s just impressed with how well Ni-ki is growing into his features, maybe it reminds him of the time when he was just a cute little boy that clung onto him because he was homesick, maybe he wonders of the differences between being engulfed by a big, lanky baby and the one in front of him that has a more well-toned physique, maybe—
Sunoo flinches and snaps out of his thoughts when a roaring thunder courses through his ears.
He’s grateful for it. He isn’t fond of rain and thunder, but it just saved him from ogling further and making an embarrassment out of himself. The younger’s ego is huge, and while it’s understandable why, he doesn’t intend on inflating it further.
“Weather forecasts are just that. Predictions. You can’t count on them to be right all the time.” The younger says, “Eyy~ even a middle schooler would know this. Are you really my hyung?” he adds, not missing the chance to tease the elder while he finishes his last reps of pull-ups.
Sunoo rolls his eyes and makes a fist, jokingly wanting to smack the younger. “Why are you even here anyway? Don’t you usually go home with Jay hyung or Jake hyung?”
“No special reason. Our break is only for a few days anyway and I’ve been wanting to watch this horror movie. You know they can’t really handle those.” Ni-ki says with a light chuckle as he jumps off the pull-up bar.
Sunoo lets out an acknowledging hum and turns his attention outside again. This didn’t last long though, because in one moment Ni-ki is in front of him. Both of the younger’s hands pressed down on either side of the console table he’s sitting on, eyes boring into his, basically caging in the elder.
Sunoo’s breath hitches at the proximity, but still manages to ask “Yah Ni-ki, what are you doing?”
He mentally pats himself on the back for not stuttering. He thinks he has successfully masked his emotions. Well, he did.
But this is ignoring the fact that he bit his bottom lip a little while his eyes cascaded down from Ni-ki’s face to his body, it’s not like the younger noticed . Right?
Ni-ki doesn’t immediately reply. Instead, he moves closer to Sunoo. To which Sunoo responds by leaning back further, his upper back gently touching the glass window behind him. Ni-ki’s lips are dangerously close to Sunoo’s left ear, “Just this,” he speaks, voice deep and low, sending a tingling feeling throughout Sunoo’s body.
The tension was suffocating Sunoo, and so he was about to push him when suddenly, a gym towel was being waved in front of him.
Ni-ki backs off, using the white cloth he just grabbed from behind Sunoo to wipe away his sweat, wearing a wide grin that’s basically saying ’Gotcha!’
Sunoo’s face heats up from embarrassment and was about to scream another “Yah Ni-ki!” when Ni-ki suddenly spoke.
“Seems like the rain isn’t gonna go away soon. Just stay and watch the movie with me later, hyung.” He says as he walks out of the living room, leaving Sunoo to contemplate.
The streets are empty and the downpour hasn’t halted at all, which means getting a taxi is close to impossible right now. Taking other vehicle services is definitely out of the options of course, since those would require him walking a certain distance. And he is not up to getting wet by the rain, especially when he has to bring more stuff than usual.
Staying in with Ni-ki is definitely the wisest choice to make. For that reason, and maybe something along the lines of having the chance to snuggle up with the younger, Sunoo makes his way to their shared bedroom.
Sunoo plops down on the bed and grabs the laptop. Ni-ki didn’t mention in which folder the movie was located, but before he disappeared into the bathroom for a fresh bath, he did mention that he torrented it since the movie wasn’t available on Netflix. And so, Sunoo starts to navigate through the laptop’s contents.
He opens one of them, and he feels conflicted whether to feel dreadful or not because as of now he’s looking at a collection of Ni-ki’s post-workout photos, some topless, some of which he’s wearing a shirt, all of which have a show of abs.
These were Ni-ki’s workout progress pictures, which was spilled by Jake on one of their VLives. Hearing about it didn’t intrigue him as much, but seeing it is a different story.
With the laptop’s touchpad, he hovers over one image and double taps to enlarge it. It was a mirror selca wherein Ni-ki was wearing his black HYBE gym shirt. One of the sleeves was rolled up to his shoulders, his teeth biting on the hem of the shirt to hold it up, making way for a great view of his well-toned muscles. And as if that isn’t enough to make Sunoo’s eyes pop and drive his mind to the edge of insanity, Ni-ki was also wearing gray sweatpants.
With one of Ni-ki’s hands inside his pocket and his dick bulging through his clothing, Sunoo couldn’t help but entertain the dirty thoughts that he has been desperately trying to keep at the back of his mind.
How did it come to this? His Ni-ki is ENHYPEN’s maknae, dance prodigy, accomplished at 16; one who microwaves strawberries and is straight up obsessed with bungeoppang—the little shit who wouldn’t let him have peace for a day, but God, he is just so, so hot.
Not to mention big , too.
Sunoo could feel a bit of blood rushing down his pants at the split-second thought of the younger ravishing him. He tries to slowly shift his position in an attempt to chase the growing friction in his trousers, but ultimately fails when Ni-ki emerges from the door.
This makes Sunoo quickly tab out of the window, frantically finding the horror movie, titled Noroi: The Curse, they had planned on watching.
“Hyung, is it done downloading?”
“Yeah.”
“Make sure the subtitle file is in the same folder.”
“Okay.”
“Have you set it up?”
“Yeah.”
“Why aren’t you looking at me?”
Sunoo quickly turns his head towards the younger, and he wishes he didn’t because there was Ni-ki standing with just a towel wrapped around his lower torso, head tilted slightly, brows coming together in confusion, looking as attractive as ever.
Sunoo quickly turns away and gulps, “Just hurry up and get dressed. I want to watch already,” he says in an attempt to evade the question.
“And if I don’t wanna?” Ni-ki says, mischief coating his words, to which Sunoo responds by grabbing a pillow and throwing it in the direction of his maknae. Ni-ki simply chuckles at the act and gets dressed.
Sunoo found himself internally groaning, because Ni-ki was wearing the exact fit he had in the photo he was leering at just several minutes ago.
Talk about fuel for fantasies.
Sunoo feels like he’s being tested.
And he feels more so, when his maknae settles beside him and asks him to adjust so that he’s slightly resting against the younger’s chest. Ni-ki mentioned feeling extra cold due to freshly coming out of the shower apart from the already cold weather, justifying his need for body warmth, and not because he misses it or anything. Sunoo, however, is too distracted for these excuses to register in his brain, because all he could think of right now was how Ni-ki’s right arm snakes from behind him with his hand on his right thigh, and the other wrapped around his waist as soon as the movie started playing.
Sunoo would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel the butterflies in his stomach or the slow-rising heat around his lower half grow further at that moment. Getting turned on from simple skinship is ridiculous. However, Ni-ki’s touch isn’t anything but simple. It felt hot even through his clothed body.
Cuddling isn’t exactly something new to them. They did it as often as they watched movies when they were younger, the frequency dwindling overtime due to their packed schedules. Back then, though, Ni-ki longed for the comfort on the daily, and Sunoo was happy to oblige—without any hint of malice.
At present, however, this forgotten thing of theirs has become an issue to the elder. Sunoo found himself experiencing different sensations over it. Gone were the feelings of fuzziness and comfort—this one made him blush and feverish all over.
Due to their proximity, he has become hyper-aware of how much Ni-ki’s physicality has changed, and he wanted to smack himself for liking it despite the perilous position he’ll be in if ever Ni-ki finds out his hyung is enjoying their lounging a little more than he should.
In Sunoo’s defense though, it’s not hard to feel the way he’s feeling when you’re being caged in by strong arms of a big guy who smells of Wood Sage and Sea Salt. He gets a stronger whiff of the perfume when the younger moves his head to his side, hot breath tickling his ear.
“Hyung, you’re too tense. The movie just started. Chill.”
Sunoo doesn’t say anything but tries as he is told. He does his best by focusing on the movie, letting a bit more of his weight down on the younger. He successfully calms his nerves and with it the heat in his crotch subsides as well.
Unfortunately this peace doesn’t last long, because several minutes into the movie, the screen fades to black and transitions back up to a man eating out the ass of another vigorously, slurping sounds from the wet hole blaring through the laptop speakers mixed with the guy’s high pitched moans.
Both were stunned with what they saw, but neither of them spoke. Sunoo’s mind overflows with thoughts. Is this part of the movie? The actors are different though. The scene has a totally different lighting. Why isn’t Ni-ki saying anything?!
“Yah Ni-ki! What the hell is this shit?!” Sunoo finally snaps and turns to the younger. Ni-ki cringes at his hyung’s shout but he doesn’t bother removing his grasp around Sunoo.
“Well, I did get this off of a shady website. Anyway, let’s watch a bit.”
Sunooo gives him an exasperated, wide-eyed look. “What do you mean watch?! This is inappropriate for you, you know?!”
“Hyung, since when did you care about age restrictions in shows?” Ni-ki says while laughing. Sunoo couldn’t believe what was happening right now. “First one to drop it treats the other to a movie at the cinemas.” Ni-ki adds. He wouldn’t be himself if he doesn’t turn the craziest of things into a betting game.
Sunoo, stunned out of his mind, doesn’t get to respond to Ni-ki. Instead, he turns his attention to the screen. One of the actors was basically bending the other in half as he thrusted into the tinier dude on top of a table. He gets closer to his partner and latches his mouth on one of the nipples, sucking and flicking on it while continuing to thrust at a consistent pace. The other was moaning like crazy in a high-pitched voice from stimulation while the other let out pants and low groans, and the entirety of the scene draws Sunoo in.
Sunoo starts to feel the blood rush through his groin again. He doesn’t know if it’s just his mind is playing tricks on him for getting horny over an amateur porn video, but he feels Ni-ki move closer, lips slightly brushing against his nape, making him feel the younger’s hot breath against sensitive skin. He could also feel a slow hand running along his thigh, while another lingered around his waist beneath his shirt.
It takes everything in him to break out from the trance and say, “Ni-ki, I forgot my phone outside. I’ll be right back.” Urgency could be heard in his voice as he tries to wriggle out of Ni-ki’s hold.
“Your phone is here though, hyung?” Ni-ki cocks his head to the bedside table, a smirk forming on his lips.
“I-I’m also really thirsty. I’ll be quick I swear.” Sunoo couldn’t care less about how stupid his excuses sounded. Watching amateur porn isn’t that much of a big deal, but adding this Ni-ki to the equation, someone he was just perving on a while ago has him shaken up to say the least. He needs to step out for a moment, or else he’ll go crazy.
“Sure, hyung,” Ni-ki tells him, chuckling a bit. Sunoo breathed out a sigh of relief and was about to maneuver himself out of the bed when Ni-ki pulled him back in, making him sit in between the younger’s legs. He turns to the younger along with his upper body, confusion evident in his face.
“Let me ask you one thing before I let you go.” The small smile Ni-ki had earlier from trying to hold in a laugh disappeared, and his eyes darkened. Sunoo’s heart drops at the next words his maknae utters.
“Why is this photo of me open?”
Sunoo’s eyes widened in shock. He realizes he just switched the windows when he set up the movie, but he wasn’t able to close the folder nor the image. Sunoo couldn’t do anything but move his eyes back and forth from the screen to Ni-ki’s, the moans from the video serving as background music in this unsettling situation.
Ni-ki sets aside the laptop and his hold on Sunoo’s waist tightens, and he pulls him close enough so that their bodies are touching, making the elder yelp when he feels something stiff touch his lower back. “You’ve been acting weird earlier, and something’s telling me it’s not because of that porno.” Ni-ki’s voice had a certain cockiness to it, and even though Sunoo couldn’t see his face he could feel Ni-ki staring down on him with a devilish smirk. Amidst the younger inhaling and nuzzling against his nape, he whispers to Sunoo’s ear, “How does it feel, hyung? Getting turned on from your fucking maknae’s pic, how do you feel about yourself, hm?” voice deep and low.
Sunoo struggled to get any words out. He wanted to apologize to the younger for having indecent thoughts about him. However, he only manages to let out a stuttered call of his name when Ni-ki decides to suck a hickey on the side of his neck. Sunoo’s breathing started to become heavier, only muted hah’s coming out of his mouth as the younger proceeded to leave several open-mouthed kisses around the area. He instinctively tilts his head to the side, allowing Ni-ki to have more access which made the younger smile inwardly.
Ni-ki snakes both of his hands under Sunoo’s shirt, caressing the smooth skin underneath the thick clothing and Sunoo quivers at the touch. His fingers brush lightly against the elder’s hardened buds and Ni-ki lets out a small chuckle against Sunoo’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the other’s jaw when a small whine emits past Sunoo’s lips when he pinches his left nipple. Ni-ki plays with the hardened buds more, rubbing them both in between his middle and index fingers while Sunoo’s arms lay on his sides helplessly as he succumbs to the pleasure the younger was giving him.
You see, Sunoo is daring, but only so when it involves people other than Ni-ki. Otherwise, he orchestrates a game of pushing and pulling with himself. He dared to watch Ni-ki workout, dared to stay in and be in a room with just Ni-ki, dared to look through his photos and stare in perverse, dared to have their bodies close together and yet, the moment Ni-ki makes a move he starts to chicken out. That’s why when he’s put on the spot like this, he submits.
“You like this, Sunoo hyung?” Sunoo slightly nods, too bad Ni-ki isn’t satisfied with the non-verbal response, and so he tugs on one of the pink buds while humming in a ‘come again?’ manner, eliciting an “Ah! Y-yes… I do,” from the elder.
Sunoo could only bite his lower lip out of embarrassment, fighting the urge to make any more racy noises. It was the only thing he had energy to do, or rather, it was the only thing he could do. If the pleasure he was receiving right now hadn’t clouded his mind, he would be contemplating how does Ni-ki know how to do this? What is his motive? Is he using me just to get off (which, admittedly would take a pinch at his pride but he isn’t completely opposed to the idea either) or can he assume that this was rooted on something beyond the hormonal workings of the human body? However, given the situation—the situation being how pliant he is under the younger’s touch—most of his rationality has been out of the window and when his senses do register what’s going on, they all just go straight to his throbbing cock.
“You don’t have to hold back with me, Sunoo hyung.” Ni-ki says while nibbling on the elder’s ear. Sunoo shudders, and a switch inside his brain flips.
Ni-ki is right. What exactly is he holding back his moans for anyway? He’s been long gone, long been found out ever since Ni-ki caged him in his arms. Certainly, his submission to what the younger is doing to him now wasn’t part of today’s plan, but he shouldn’t let it bother him anymore. Not when Ni-ki drops his hands to his waist in a possessive hold, not when he yanks Sunoo’s top off of him, exposing more of the smooth porcelain skin he so eagerly wants to mark with shades of red and purple, and definitely not when Ni-ki says “Hyung, let me taste you,” assuring him that this is past the younger’s teasing antics; he can be a little shit at times, now is not one of those times.
Sunoo turns his head to the younger, and he reaches out to caress the side of Ni-ki’s face, looking at him with lidded eyes. In one moment they catch each other’s lips into a passionate kiss. The taste of cherries enters Ni-ki’s senses, and he reasons out that it must be the lip tint his hyung had put on earlier. There’s a stark contrast with the cold weather and the scorching want in the pit of their stomachs which Sunoo so desperately tried to keep buried, ultimately failing when Ni-ki leans down to deepen the kiss. Sunoo sighs into it, feeling himself grow weak under the other’s dominance, moreso when the younger sucks on his bottom lip, earning him a muffled moan from Sunoo. Sunoo proceeds to raise his hold from Ni-ki’s face towards his hair, tugging on the younger’s jet black locks as Ni-ki forces his tongue in his hyung’s mouth. He explores it, fierce and hungry, as if he has been wanting to do this in forever.
Sunoo returns the fervor, swirling and sucking on the intruding muscle evoking deep moans from the younger. He sucks and bites on Ni-ki’s lower lip, and the latter hisses at the sensation when the elder runs over his tongue on the wound to soothe it, the taste of iron mixing with that of cherries. They only break away from the kiss to catch their breaths, and Sunoo doesn’t miss the string of saliva as he pulls away, making his face flush at the sight.
“Your makeup’s a mess,” Ni-ki says with a smirk as he guides Sunoo to turn around, letting the elder straddle him, “And whose fault is that?” Sunoo says while eyeing Ni-ki’s lips, wet and plump, smeared with a tinge of pink from his doing. He drags a thumb across the supple flesh, then slowly lifts his eyes up to meet Ni-ki’s.
Ni-ki looked like a hot mess—disheveled hair, flushed face, swollen lips and eyes that regarded Sunoo with a bountiful of both lust and admiration, it gave him a kind of intoxication no words could provide (an especially big deal knowing Sunoo’s love language).
“Sorry,” Ni-ki apologizes, but they both know the truth. “Make it up to me by taking this off,” Sunoo says against Ni-ki’s lips, and the two discard their clothes until they’re only in their boxers.
Sunoo allows his hands to feel the exposed, glorious torso of the younger. He feels further excitement bubble within him as he sank his weight further; his plump, juicy ass rubbing against the thick, hard cock of the younger. A groan escapes from Ni-ki’s mouth at the contact, and his large hands find purchase on Sunoo’s butt. He spanks the flesh so strongly that he feels the fat jiggle around his groin—a new wave of arousal courses through him when the sound of skin getting smacked mixes with Sunoo’s whimpers. Sunoo could tell Ni-ki wants to go all the way—breaching whatever boundaries friends and coworkers have—not that it wasn’t a feeble one in the first place.
It seems as if the room temperature was cranked up to a hundred degrees, and Sunoo feels hot all over. Ni-ki spilling filth from his mouth as he left wet, languid kisses from Sunoo’s jaw, trailing down to his collarbones and chest didn’t help. A series of moans, groans and whispers of ‘Sunoo hyung, you’re so pretty,’ ‘I love the sounds you make,’ and ‘You’re so cute on top of me like this,’ were enough to make Sunoo’s cock twitch, precum showing through the remaining cloth, and they barely even started yet.
Ni-ki’s hands roam around Sunoo’s butt and thighs feeling the elder up as he latches onto one of Sunoo’s nipples, sucking and swirling on the pink bud and Sunoo mewls at the nimble muscle. Sunoo starts to roll his hips slowly, increasing the friction in between their crotches. However, Ni-ki holds his hips to a halt, which makes Sunoo’s brows furrow only for the expression to be replaced with pleasure once Ni-ki got both of their dicks out to jack them off.
It’s not like he hasn’t estimated Ni-ki’s length in his mind, but seeing it up close made him feel both thrilled and jittery. Don’t get him wrong, he’s definitely not insecure of his size. There’s no reason to be when he’s just going to get bitched, but Ni-ki is so big he doesn’t know whether to salivate at the sight or be scared of what’s about to come.
Ni-ki coats both of their dicks with precum, and Sunoo curses under his breath, “Shit, Ni-ki.” He especially pays attention to Sunoo’s, and takes this chance to brush over the elder’s tip multiple times it sends shivers down Sunoo’s spine. His hands are big enough to grab both of their cocks together and Ni-ki starts pumping them slowly. He picks up his speed to build up the pleasure only to slow down abruptly just before they spill. “R-riki, let me cum please,” Sunoo sobs through the pain and pleasure as Ni-ki hastens his movements again, but it’s barely enough for him to reach his high, and when he tries to touch himself the younger swats his hands away, so he starts to thrust into Ni-ki’s hand desperately.
Of course, Ni-ki is also undergoing the torturous experience of the buzzkill caused by his own actions. But Sunoo was so fun to play with, so fun to see begging for release with the most erotic face he has ever seen that he didn’t mind the loss of momentum just before they reach their peak.
And once Ni-ki is sated from the pleads of the elder attached with his name, Ni-ki jerks them off rapidly until they finally release while swallowing each other’s moans. Hot, white fluid trickles down the younger's hands as his chest heaves, meanwhile Sunoo’s legs convulse from the wave of pleasure that just went through him.
In one quick motion Sunoo’s back is now against the mattress with Ni-ki hovering on top of him. Their soiled underwears now tossed to the side. He’s barely recovered from his orgasm when one of Ni-ki’s fingers lingers around his hole as the younger drops haste kisses on his shoulders. Sunoo pulls Ni-ki in for an intense kiss, arms settling around his neck, and Ni-ki takes this chance to slot in one of his slender fingers in his hyung’s hole. Sunoo whines at the intrusion, and he can’t help but thrash under the younger as one digit becomes two. His walls are warm and welcoming against every flex of the other’s fingers.
“Oh hyung, you didn’t make yourself clear earlier.” Ni-ki breaks away from their kiss, mischief riddled in his words.
“W-what? Huh?” Sunoo says in between ragged breaths as Ni-ki continues to work his fingers in and out of the elder.
“Tell me, why’d you have my pic open?” Ni-ki asks although it’s more of a demand, really. While Sunoo has been nothing but pliant, with only whines and moans to goad Ni-ki on, he’d surely appreciate a more vocal Sunoo, and Ni-ki intends to just unravel that filthier side of him.
“Are you really asking that now?” Sunoo manages to croak out. If only Ni-ki wasn't curling and uncurling his fingers, probing at his spongy insides, he would’ve smacked the smirk off of the younger’s face by now. The question is nothing short of ridiculous. Here he is, bare and naked, hole clenching around the younger’s bony digits, and yet…
“Tsk. You weren’t putting up much of a fight earlier…So, so obedient to me, what happened?” He says with a teasing lilt in his voice. He works his fingers inside Sunoo languidly now, not missing the chance to brush up Sunoo’s prostate lightly with every motion, and a surge of want erupts inside his hyung once again.
“Fuck off,” Sunoo irritatedly spits out. Only for Ni-ki to respond with, “Oh, should I?”
Ni-ki drags all of his fingers out and fakes an attempt to leave, which has Sunoo immediately grabbing one of his arms to stop him. His eyes glisten from the emptiness he’s feeling in his hole, desperation and depravity leaking from his face, and Ni-ki shoots him back an expectant look, “C’mon baby, spell it out for me.”
“Ni-ki…please…” Sunoo tells him, and Ni-ki slickens his dick with the lube he grabbed from the side table which has Sunoo anticipating. He takes his time, and it feels like an eternity before he lines up himself against Sunoo’s hole which has the latter shuddering at the contact. To Sunoo’s dismay though, he doesn’t ease in his length into his opening which sends the elder over the edge. Instead, Ni-ki hums as he caresses one of Sunoo’s legs that’s draped over his shoulders, kissing his ankle with closed eyes.
“I..I want you, please,” Sunoo starts shakily, cheeks beet-red from his admission. Ni-ki’s ears perk up, and a smirk blooms across his face. “I want you to hold me. I thought of your cock splitting me wide open, you fucking me senseless, my ass leaking with your cum.. I– Ah!! ”
Sunoo’s screams sound all throughout the room as Ni-ki pushes every inch of his length in one go. His pace is unforgiving, only for him to be spurred on by the older’s cry of his name, “Riki-yah, oh my god..f-fuck.” Even though he was prepped earlier, Ni-ki is so well endowed nothing could distract him from feeling the burn down south. Sunoo tries to squirm in response to the shock but Ni-ki’s tight grasp on his hips keeps him in place. He could already foresee the marks that will be left on the sensitive skin, imprints of Ni-ki’s possessiveness he wouldn’t mind getting used to.
“Is this what you wanted, Sunoo hyung?” Ni-ki says near Sunoo’s ear as he lunges forward. Ni-ki reaches so deep inside of him that he feels suffocated. Every thrust Ni-ki makes against his prostate stokes him into delirium. ‘Yes, baby, ugh–right there. Yes, yes, yes!’ It hurts so good, it has him gripping Ni-ki’s arms tighter as he almost gets bent in half by the younger.
“Ni-ki, I’m c-coming,” At the elder’s remark, Ni-ki rams into him faster, not forgetting to flood Sunoo’s senses with filthy words enough to send his hyung into overdrive. Sunoo has his hands against the hard chest of the youngest, a puny attempt at making Ni-ki halt his movements as his gaze fixes on the massive cock bulging through his stomach.
“I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming–Ahhh!!!” He clenches his hole and soon enough, an electrifying feeling washes throughout Sunoo’s body. His body shakes uncontrollably from his release with his head thrown back. As Ni-ki slows down his pace to give Sunoo a breather, he takes the chance to revel at the scene; his hyung whose face held an intricate kind of beauty and delicacy is just beneath him with his makeup ruined, hair sticking to his temples due to sweat, saliva dripping on one side of his mouth, covered in his own cum and desperately gasping for air in his lungs. What a sight it was–grossly obscene and awfully erotic–but Ni-ki would argue it merits to be worshipped.
Sunoo is still disoriented from getting fucked out senseless by their maknae, but he doesn’t miss Ni-ki’s grin that didn’t reach his eyes. His brooding expression sends chills down the other’s spine.
With his body still feeling like jello, Ni-ki easily flips him over and he winces when the bunched up sheets graze his sore nipples. “Ni-ki..what are you…” Sunoo becomes a moaning mess once again when Ni-ki smoothly enters him, only for him to pull out and slam right back into it. “Mm.. you feel so good hyung.” The younger picks up Sunoo, his back now pressing against the former’s chest, body going limp from the impassioned grasp his maknae has on him. One arm holds the pliant figure tightly by his waist while the other is on his neck. Ni-ki’s pace is rough and animalistic, pounding onto Sunoo like a fuck toy, telling him how he’s taking their youngest so well, and how he should be a slut only for Ni-ki if he wants to keep feeling this good. “Nghh..! Ni-ki…!!,” Sunoo is impotent against the younger’s reigns, only capable of letting out pathetic sobs each time his maknae ruts into him.
The sounds of moans, labored breaths, and skin slapping swamp their senses. Sunoo meets his thrusts to rouse him, and he belts out a wretched shriek when Ni-ki pumps his still-sensitive dick at a fast pace.
“Fuck,” Ni-ki’s thrusts become sloppy, a sign of his imminent release, and Sunoo clenches harder when the other’s breaths become even more ragged.
Before long, warm liquid surges inside of Sunoo making his breath hitch. Ni-ki groans as he pumps more of his seed, filling the elder to the brim. Sunoo also comes again shortly after, cock twitching from the bit of semen he was forced to squirt. Ni-ki unloaded so much inside of him that despite his member still buried deep in Sunoo, some of the wet substance seeped from his hole down to his thighs. The view before him was so crude, he was so sure it’ll be permanently lodged in his mind.
They collapse on the bed, and Sunoo whimpers when Ni-ki slowly pulls out, more cum gushing out of his abused hole. He’s glad that there are a few days left for the short break they were given, because he cannot fathom immediately walking normally after this. Ni-ki pulls him closer as they stabilize their breathing, bodies spent while looking into each other’s eyes. They laze like that for a while, and Ni-ki lightly brushes strands of Sunoo’s hair away from his face.
“Ni-ki, if you didn’t check, would this have happened?” Sunoo asks, breaking the silence they’ve been basking in.
“Yeah… you weren’t exactly discreet, hyung.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Think I won’t notice how you were basically eye fucking me earlier?”
“Yah! How do you even know those things?!” Sunoo lightly hits Ni-ki’s chest with wide eyes.
“Because that’s how I’ve been looking at you. Of course I’d be familiar.” Sunoo grumbles in an attempt to hide his blush, only for Ni-ki to chuckle and kiss him on the forehead.
“Hyung.”
“Hm?”
“You have to treat me to the cinemas.” He says with a cheeky grin.
Sunoo gives him a confused look, which is then followed by an eye roll when he realizes what he meant. “Fine.”
And when they do, they’ll make sure to go out on a weekday where the theaters are close to bare, just in case they get distracted and end up not finishing a film for the second time.