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Sunoo feels euphoric. His mind is blissfully empty, nerves sparking and singing with too much sensation to parse. He lets it all wash over him, desire flowing along with pain to douse him in a beautiful cocktail of endorphins. It’s perfect.
He’s been wound too tight over the last few days, obsessing over his skin and making himself break out, running his body ragged in practice for their impending shows. He hasn’t been able to slow down—none of them have—but Sunoo always hits his breaking point first. It’s always been his weakness, driven to tears or to fighting before the rest of the members. He’s been teetering there, pulling himself back with just enough food and sleep to avoid a crash, but Sunghoon is the only one who can actually help.
So, it wasn’t much of a surprise when Sunghoon cornered him in the bathroom and said, Get yourself ready. I’ll be waiting. Those words alone were enough to have Sunoo floating a bit already, climbing into the shower to clean and stretch himself, operating off of Sunghoon’s clipped instructions. Through the haze, he finds himself here, on his side with Sunghoon’s cock buried inside him, feeling slutty and pretty and submissive—all the things he never really lets himself have unless Sunghoon is with him. All the things he’s needed for these last few days.
“Tell me you love it,” Sunghoon says, voice all gravel. Sunoo didn’t even have to ask for him to play mean tonight, Sunghoon just knew. He knew to drag him down into bed and pin him by the back of the neck as he squeezed lube into him and dragged his cock between his legs. He knew to spit on his cheek and call him a slut when Sunoo moaned for it, fucking into him without enough prep, slow and sweet so Sunoo wouldn’t tear, so he’d feel it in his entire body. Sunghoon knows how to push, what to say, to bring Sunoo up into this sweet, painful euphoria.
Sunoo blinks and takes stock of his body in slow, smooth increments, pulling himself down out of the bright wash of submission. It’s only their first round, and Sunoo is in a bit too deep. Later, Sunghoon will let him float. He’ll be in his own headspace, devoted to being sweet and mean and everything Sunoo needs when he’s all the way down. For now, he needs to stay grounded, needs to answer Sunghoon’s check in—hedged in a mean demand.
But, it's hard. He’s curled up on his side, Sunghoon straddling one of his legs while he has the other bent up toward his chest. It leaves him feeling exposed and raw, arms tucked in against his sternum as he blinks the spots out of his eyes and sucks in a breath. Already, he’s tripping into overstimulation, rim swollen and clinging to Sunghoon’s shaft, cock half-hard and dribbling onto the sheets. The pleasure sings through his entire body, sticking in his throat and prickling along the backs of his thighs. Pain is close too, where Sunghoon has left hand prints and bite marks on his skin, the bruises beginning to throb in time with his heart.
Sunoo gasps for air, lungs crushed with how he’s curled up. Sunghoon fucks hard into him, lube spilling out around his cock with a wet, lewd noise and Sunoo tries to remember how to play. A shiver runs through him, desire peaking as he licks his swollen lips and whines, “No.”
Instantly, Sunghoon trembles, big hand tightening where it’s curved around the top of Sunoo’s hip. He thrusts into him, hard, working up into a sharp rhythm now that he knows Sunoo is still with him, now that he knows Sunoo still wants to play. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he groans, reaching down to fit his hand against the back of Sunoo’s knee to hold him down. “You’re a slut. Tell me you love it, tell me you love my cock.” His voice is thready with pleasure and Sunoo trembles, clenching hard around his cock as he moans into the sheets.
It feels so fucking good to have all of Sunghoon’s intense, singular focus pointed at him. Words all shaped to make Sunoo feel slutty and messy and still worthy of love. He can show Sunghoon anything, the depths of his wants, the disgusting, greedy parts of himself and Sunghoon won’t pull away. “‘M not, no—” he slurs, tongue going loose in his mouth when Sunghoon grinds against his prostate and makes his cock drip even more.
Sunghoon hums. He pushes his cock deep and grinds, making Sunoo feel like he’s choking on it, body going tight all over. He lets go of Sunoo’s hip and pushes him over onto his belly, following him down to the mattress until Sunoo is completely pinned down against it. “You’re a liar,” he murmurs, breath hot on the back of Sunoo’s neck. “C’mon, baby, you don’t have to lie to me.” Sunghoon’s hands stroke over Sunoo’s body, tightening at his hips to lift and shove a pillow under his belly, hooking at the backs of his knees to push them up under himself. Sunoo just shakes and shakes, losing the thread of their play, giving himself over to the rushing static of obeying, of being—
“Baby girl,” Sunghoon purrs, fitting his hands around Sunoo’s ribcage as he straightens above him. “Tell me you love my cock in your pussy.”
Sunoo screams into the sheets as Sunghoon fucks into him, coming hard into the pillow cradling his cock as Sunghoon shoves him down. Heat pours through him like magma, his thin spend splattering up over his belly as Sunghoon coos. “There you go, baby, love when you squirt on my cock.” Sunghoon’s mouth is filthy and Sunoo squirms, trying to get away, suddenly embarrassed with how easy he is for it, how much he needs this.
Sunghoon doesn’t let him. He shoves him down and leans over him, ignoring the creak of Sunoo’s ribs beneath his grip, robbing him of his breath as he pounds into him. “So beautiful, my Sunoo—so perfect for me baby,” he says, low and sweet. “My pretty girl, love fucking you, sweetheart. Love making you feel good. Tell me, baby, I want to hear it.”
It breaks Sunoo open, the way Sunghoon begs him to see what he sees and feel what he feels. For all the work they do, for all Sunoo knows that his body and face are beautiful, he never feels it until moments like this: when Sunghoon sees the mess of him and still wants him.
“L—love it,” Sunoo gasps, tears streaking down his cheeks, breath hitching as Sunghoon grinds him down into the mattress. “Feels so, good, it’s good,” he says, half trying to convince himself that breaking open like this, that wanting this is okay. “Love you, love your cock—only a slut for you,” he sobs, a wave of pleasure crashing over him again, threatening to shake him apart under the steady grind of Sunghoon inside of him.
“Course you are, honey.” Sunghoon pulls out and thrusts back in—all the way, letting Sunoo feel how fucked open he is, how easy it is for Sunghoon to push back into his belly. “All mine. My perfect, beautiful slut—fuck baby, I gotta—” There’s a desperation in him now too, one that has him pulling out and rolling Sunoo onto his back, a hand grabbing his jaw as he thrusts back inside.
Sunoo blinks the tears out of his vision to stare up at Sunghoon, feet bouncing in the air beside his hips as Sunghoon pounds into him. There’s a burning intensity in his eyes, almost like the look he gets on stage. It’s all desperate desire and feral need—he looks like he wants to devour Sunoo, and all Sunoo wants is to be worthy enough to be devoured. “Gorgeous,” Sunghoon says, hand spasming on Sunoo’s jaw, fingers pressing in on his cheeks until he’s forced to open his mouth. “My beautiful girl, wanna see your face when I make you squirt on my cock again and again.”
It’s filthy and Sunoo is so overstimulated he can’t see straight—can’t get hard. But he wants to give Sunghoon that. Wants to fall apart for him, wants to be his beautiful, messy girl. “Da—” He swallows hard, spit dripping out of the corners of his mouth. Sunghoon pulls out suddenly, head dropping forward as he grabs the base of his cock, holding off his orgasm. Sunoo feels himself gape, lube dripping out of him as Sunghoon hisses out a moan and pushes into him again.
He slides his thumb across Sunoo’s bottom lip, spreading his spit onto his cheek, before he tightens his grip again. Sunghoon rolls forward, elbow beside Sunoo’s head, his ass cocked up into the cup of his hips as he fucks down into him. Sunoo bounces into their soft mattress, recoil pushing him harder onto Sunghoon’s cock, sparks popping behind his eyes with every deep, sweet thrust. “Say it, baby,” Sunghoon says, eyes still dark, still full of desire.
Sunoo whimpers. He lifts his hands and grabs at Sunghoon. The broad flare of his shoulders, the slick skin of his ribcage, the slim pinch of his waist. He claws at him, hands slipping, desperation mounting and Sunghoon is just staring at him, waiting for Sunoo to say it, waiting for his girl to be good—
“Daddy,” he whimpers, low and needy and absolutely fucking pathetic.
But Sunghoon doesn’t turn away. He grins. He fucks Sunoo harder. He leans down and dips his tongue into his mouth, kissing Sunoo deep and filthy as he pounds him into the mattress. He pulls back, eyes sparkling, and spits into Sunoo’s open, waiting mouth. It’s hot on his tongue, slick and filthy where it drips into the back of his mouth. Sunghoon groans and tosses his head back, showing off the line of his throat, his dark, ruffled hair. Sunoo whines, tongue flexing, until Sunghoon looks back down at him and nods. “Swallow it,” he says, hand dragging from his jaw to hold his throat instead. Sunoo obeys, whining when Sunghoon’s hand flexes against the bob of his trachea.
Sunoo opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, half asking for praise, half asking for more. Sunghoon groans, hand dragging down over Sunoo’s chest to settle at his waist. “Filthy girl, fuck, I love you,” he murmurs, voice low and sweet as he lifts Sunoo up.
“Love you, daddy—fuck,” Sunoo whines, hands fisting in the sheets as Sunghoon pounds into him, tugging Sunoo down to meet each of his rough, sweet thrusts. There’s no way that Sunoo can get hard again, he isn’t even sure if he has anything left to give—but Sunghoon won’t let up. He’s pounding hard into him, mouth hanging open as he groans, cock so hard inside of him, and Sunoo doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter.
He comes like honey dripping out of a jar, molten waves of pleasure rocking out from his core as his cock pulses on his belly. It’s a slow ooze of his release, just a few drops of thin fluid that run down into the valley between his tits. His body keeps throbbing, heart pounding in his chest as that honey thick pleasure runs all over him—balls pulsing, cock dripping and dripping as Sunghoon keeps trying to fuck more out of him. Sunoo is gone, color crowding his vision, blood rushing in his ears, euphoria burning through him as he comes and comes and comes.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy,” he finds himself saying, words running together, drool on his chin.
“Right here, honey, I’ve got you—” Sunghoon cuts off into a groan, letting Sunoo’s hips back down onto the bed. He shoves one of Sunoo’s legs up toward his chest and follows him as he curls up, a hand fisted in the pillow next to his head as he drives down into him. “Pretty girl—gonna come,” he grits out, face red and mouth swollen. “Where do you want it, sweetheart?” His nails are biting into the back of Sunoo’s thigh and somehow he thinks he’s still coming and he can’t think—
Sunghoon leans down to lick at his bottom lip, tongue hot and slick. “Want me to cream your little pussy, baby? Or make you swallow my come too?” he asks, tongue flicking into Sunoo’s slack mouth.
His mind comes back together then, arms lifting to curl around Sunghoon’s shoulders, his entire body trembling with oversensitive need. “Mouth, daddy, wanna taste,” he manages, clawing at Sunghoon’s shoulders, tongue falling over his bottom lip as his mouth fills with spit.
Sunghoon curses and pulls out, easing Sunoo back down against the sheets as he shifts to kneel at his side. Sunoo turns toward him, whining as Sunghoon helps him set his head on his thigh. He’s drooling immediately, spit running out of his mouth and onto Sunghoon’s skin, desperation peaking as he cups the back of his head and urges him forward. “Not gonna last long, baby, sorry,” Sunghoon murmurs, threading his fingers through Sunoo’s hair to keep him still as he slides the head of his cock into his mouth.
Sunoo doesn’t care. He’s too strung out to let Sunghoon fuck his throat anyway, too sensitive to even properly close his mouth around him. It doesn’t matter. Sunghoon holds onto his hair and angles his cock to drag against Sunoo’s tongue. “Hold it, okay? Don’t swallow,” Sunghoon says, before his voice drops off into another rough groan. A moment later, his cock is pulsing on Sunoo’s tongue and his thick, bitter cum fills his mouth. Sunoo takes it with a whine, a rough wave of latent pleasure scraping over his nerves.
Sunghoon pulls out and thumbs at his bottom lip. “Show me.” His voice is rough and Sunoo’s eyes fall shut as he opens his mouth to show the mess on his tongue. “Fuck, baby, c’mere.” Sunghoon cups the back of his neck and the curve of his throat, pulling Sunoo up onto his knees so he can lick into his mouth. It’s a filthy wreck of a kiss, cum swapping between their mouths until Sunoo is hazy with want. “Swallow,” Sunghoon murmurs, lips against the corner of Sunoo’s mouth. He obeys without conscious thought and lets Sunghoon lay him back in bed.
Sunghoon curls around him as the trembling starts. He pulls the blanket around them and holds Sunoo to his chest, kissing the top of his head as the euphoria works its way out of him through quick shudders and rough breaths. They need to shower and change the bedding, but for now, Sunghoon will hold him. He’ll cradle him until Sunoo’s thoughts are back in order, kiss the top of his head and the slack pout of his mouth until he can get up. He’ll hold him in the shower and clean him carefully, make sure he does his skincare and brushes his teeth, before they lay down in bed to sleep still curled around each other. Sunoo will wake in the morning to Sunghoon’s mouth between his legs, feeling more relaxed and well rested than he has in weeks.
He smiles into the damp heat between their bodies and cuddles closer to Sunghoon, letting his love wash over him when he holds him tighter.