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They say Halloween during your college years was supposed to be one of the crème da la crème moments of time you spent there. Between exams and trying to figure out what you really wanted to do in life; it was said to be a breath of fresh air.
Matthew couldn’t have disagreed more.
Thumbing through his group chat as he stood in the middle of their cramped student apartment, music filtering up from the floorboards as their neighbors took advantage of the festivities. He thinks about how being in his bed and resting would be a much easier task.
Unfortunately, he was a people pleaser and when asked to make an appearance at the Zeta Phi Halloween Bash; he had no choice but to say yes.
Glancing up at the corner of his screen, he squints at the time that is displayed back at him. 10:34. The party had started an hour earlier, and he was trying to be back in bed by 12. They were going to be late.
“Are you done yet?” he questioned down the hall to his roommate, taking a moment to adjust the Pikachu onesie he had found in his closet at the last minute. It was just slightly too big for him, continuously slipping off his shoulder. Along with the fuzzy fabric making his skin itch, he was already ready to be out of it.
“You’ve been ‘getting ready’ for almost an hour now. It’s a frat Halloween party. I promise no one is going to be paying that much attention,” He complains, opening his phone back up reading over the chat once again. “Apparently they have already started doing Jell-O shots. Wouldn’t wanna miss out on those,” he commented with mock excitement.
There’s a few rustling sounds before the door opens Gunwook’s head popping out, “Hyung, you were the one who was adamant about not going by yourself. I can definitely just go back to studying for my midterms. Which is what I should’ve been doing in the first place”
Matthew, the mature hyung he was, stuck his tongue out at him in response, looking back down at his device. The youngest just laughed, closing his door once again and resuming his getting ready process. “I’ll be done in 5 minutes. I swear”
He allows a few more minutes to pass, scrolling through his feed and reading over messages as he gets updates on what he’s “totally missing out on”. Checking the time again he huffs, opening his mouth to voice another threat but the door finally opens and Gunwook steps out and suddenly any complaint he originally had gets stuck in his throat.
His jaw opens up in shock so fast that he has to snap it shut manually, taking a moment to soak up the vision in front of him.
It being his roommate clad in the ghost face attire except for he wasn’t in just the good ole cape, as one would normally wear. No, clearly the younger chose a more ‘alternative’ route with his outfit today. He stood there in combat boots, matching black jeans that showed off slivers of skin from its rips. To top it off, he wore an old band tee, one that he refused to get rid of, now splattered with artificial blood, the mask resting in his hand.
“I could only get my hands on the mask, but I just quickly put this together.” Gunwook stared at him expectantly. “Is it bad? You haven’t said anything.”
Matthew takes exactly 3 seconds to filter out every inappropriate thought in his head before nodding. “You uh. You look great. Let’s get going, we're already late” He leaves it at that, congratulating himself for sounding coherent, turning away from him.
As they moved to make their way out the door, Gunwook paused, cursing to himself. “Hold up,” Matthew watched him make his way back to his room before re-emerging with a knife in hand. “Almost forgot the most important part” He smiled, holding it out to him.
Sucking a quick inhale of air through his teeth, he diverts his attention. It takes everything in him not to moan. He really didn’t want to think about the implications behind that.
Gunwook was hot. That was a fact. But this — this was something different. It felt like he had unlocked something deep within him. His brain now helpfully providing him with fantasies of his roommate crowding him, knife to his throat and threatening his life. He bit his lip as they both stepped out into the nighttime air.
This was going to be a long night.
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A few hours later, Matthew finds himself three or four drinks into god knows what as he swayed to himself in the kitchen. Honestly, he was just taking whatever was slid in his direction as he watched Hanbin fail miserably at flirting with one alumnus of the organization. What a great president he was.
He finally felt relaxed. The stress of upcoming exams and assignments were out of his mind. All his life troubles had melted away as he finished what was left in his cup. Maybe people were actually right about this party thing.
A muscled arm draped itself over his shoulders and clarity hit him like a truck. There was still one problem he had to face. Tilting his head up to look at the owner of the arm, even though he could have guessed it in his sleep. Gunwook stared back at him, a blush sitting high on his cheeks and his gaze hazy.
“You’re high.” Matthew said, it wasn’t really a question.
“Bingo!” The younger one shot him a lopsided grin.
“Ah, so that’s where you disappeared to,” Matthew murmured, recalling the moment they had entered the building, the younger disappeared from his side. He had taken no offense, deciding to find his friends instead.
Blinking back, Matthew turned his attention away, using his now empty cup as a makeshift ball and tossing it across the room, pouting when it bounced against the rim of the trash can, ultimately falling to the ground.
Gunwook didn’t respond. Just nuzzled his head into the blonde's neck, breathing softly against the skin. His tongue darted out, habitually wetting his lips and lightly grazing the sensitive area. Salty.
Matthew froze in his hold, eyes darting around. He completely forgot about how cuddly the other got, especially when stoned. Even sober, it never seemed to matter to him whether they were in public or in private; his hands stayed glued to him.
“You smell so good hyung” His words came out jumbled as he held onto him, the both of them swaying together now.
This was dangerous territory they were entering. Matthew knew this. And yet.. he couldn’t bring himself to fully care about the ramifications.
“Where’s your mask, Wook?” He questioned, trying to distract himself as he adjusted, letting his head rest on his chest, wrapping his arms around his torso. Gunwook was literally draping himself over him. Their height difference was so clear like this. The realization sent shivers down his spine.
“Got hot.”
Matthew just hummed, enjoying the moment between them. With school occupying most of their days, it was difficult finding time for just the two of them compared to when they first met. He was going to allow this for himself.
“Still have this, though,” and before Matthew could question whatever ‘this' was, Gunwook was already brandishing the knife in front of him. He playfully waved it around before changing positions, swiftly pressing the tip into Matthew’s side.
Dipping down to the outer shell of his ear, his breath warm as he whispered, “Better be careful, hyung. I’m still a killer, you know” a beat of silence passed. Gunwook laughed, now pressing impossibly close.
Matthew found nothing funny. In fact, this was the most unfunny thing to happen to him ever. Everywhere Gunwook left his lingering touch had his heart racing, his body on fire. Gunwook consumed all of his senses as his arms wrapped around him.
Okay, now he needed to get out of here before his body acted on something he would definitely regret later. He attempted to pull away from the other, but the younger just whined, using his strength to hold him still, the knife still very much pressing into his side.
Matthew was by no means weak, but he couldn’t find the strength to put up a fight at that moment. A whimper slipped past at the display of strength and he bit his lip, cheeks ablaze, looking down, praying it wasn’t heard through the bass of the music.
There was silence between them for a good minute. And then Gunwook’s voice grazed his skin.
“Wanna touch you hyung”
Fuck.
This being followed by Gunwook fumbling with the zipper at the front of his costume, easily tugging it down as he pushed a warm hand under the fabric feeling down and over the ridges of his stomach trailing back up to his chest as he hummed contently in his ear.
Well, there was no turning back now. If they were actually going to go through with this, it couldn’t happen here. He was already embarrassed enough.
Using a bit of force, he found his way out of his grip, reaching out to grab his hand and pulling him toward the stairs. He knew where Hanbin’s room was and he also knew he wouldn’t be too upset about what they were about to do, or so he hoped.
Gunwook trailed behind him quietly, but he was just as excited as the president’s door came into view. “In here,” Matthew mumbled before pushing it open.
It was a standard bedroom, queen sized bed in the middle, a few clothes items scattered around the perimeter, k-pop posters hanging up on the wall; it very much screamed Hanbin.
Focusing back on the task at hand, Gunwook allowed himself to be maneuvered to the edge of the bed. He rested back on his palms, looking up at the other expectantly. “For being the one who brought me here, you sure are acting pretty shy”, he tracked the way Matthew rolled his eyes at the comment and he grinned.
A few more seconds of awkward silence passed, and the younger huffed. “Hyung please. I’m not going to bite, I promise.. well, only if you want me too, of course”
Matthew resisted the urge to roll his eyes again as he took in a steadying breath, dropping onto his knees. The movement caused his costume to fully fall off his shoulders, his chest on full display. Gunwook bit his lip softly, shamelessly trailing his gaze over the planes and dips of his collarbones all the way down to his navel. “You’re so pretty”.
He chose not to respond, a blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. Ducking his head, he distracted himself reaching out for the zipper of his jeans, trying to ignore the slight tremor of his hands. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. Sure, he had his fair share of fantasies here and there about the other. But that’s all they were; fantasies. This was very much real as he tugged the denim down his thighs.
Coming face to face with his underwear, he failed to suppress his groan, already seeing him half hard. That was from him. They had barely done anything and Gunwook was clearly already so affected. He felt dizzy at the thought.
Gunwook stayed quiet, allowing him to do as he pleased. He was more occupied with watching the subtle expression changes on his hyungs face as he slowly revealed himself to him. Matthew reached a hand out, pressing over his bulge and cupping it in his hand experimentally. He hissed through his teeth, head automatically falling back, his hips nudging up into the touch. “God that already feels so good”
Matthew allowed his ego to inflate a bit, moving his hand to the waistband of his underwear, now noticing it was the pair of ‘Chrome Hearts’ they both shared. Biting back a smile, he looked up at him, silently asking for permission. Receiving a nod in response soon the underwear sat at his ankles along with his jeans.
Face to face with his cock now, he swallowed the saliva that had pooled into his mouth. He was so fucking big. No other thought lingered in his mind except that soon enough, that would be in him. He involuntarily clenched at the thought. Sitting up, he reached out again, taking him in his hand. With one more glance up at him, he relaxed his mouth, letting him slide in with ease.
Immediately Gunwook had a hand steadying him in his hair. He tugged on the blonde roots, not being able to help himself as Matthew continued to go lower and lower. He realized a second too late that he wasn’t meeting any resistance. “Hyung-" He didn’t get to finish as the older man fully swallowed around him. Tapping on his thigh expectantly, he waited.
Gunwook felt his brain melt out of his ears when he finally put two and two together. “You..you want me to fuck your throat?” He questioned, wanting to make sure they were both on the same page. Matthew just hummed in response, causing a bolt of pleasure to shoot through him.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you,” He panted in concern. He worried about his hyung, but he was still just a man and his resolve was slipping through his fingers.
This time, Matthew didn’t hold back on the eye roll. He gripped his base, pulling off him effortlessly. “I can take it, Wookie, just do it. I trust you.” He rubbed his thumb over his thigh, now avoiding his eyes, feeling a bit exposed at the raw honesty.
The pout set on his face was all the encouragement Gunwook needed. Grabbing his jaw in his hand, he forced his mouth back open, feeding his cock back in with one motion. Matthew gurgled around him but Gunwook didn’t stop there; he couldn’t stop. Gripping his head with two hands now, he shifted to the edge of the bed, thrusting his hips up, watching his cock fully disappear into his throat.
“Haaah, fuck you take me so well” The drugs still coursing through his system completely erased any brain to mouth filter he had. Matthew didn’t seem to mind as he keened at the praise, using his free hand to press over himself. He was straining in his costume, desperately searching for some relief of his own.
Feeling the movement, Gunwook opened his eyes back up, pausing in his ministrations to smack his hand away. Before Matthew could whine in complaint, the younger maneuvered himself, pressing his boot onto his crotch. Letting out a sharp inhale through his nose, Matthew wasted no time in canting his hips up, moaning pathetically around his cock.
This was so demeaning, and he absolutely loved it. His head was empty as he continuously rubbed his clothed cock against the ridges of his boot, Gunwook occasionally adding more pressure. This was everything he could have dreamed of and more as he drooled around his cock. Matthew stared up at him, his eyes glassy, a faraway look in them as he let himself be throat fucked. The imagery was proving to be too much. His grip tightened on the blonde, hips moving erratically as he chased his high.
“Shit hyung I’m gonna come soon” he groaned out a warning, adding more pressure to his crotch watching the way Matthew’s eyes practically rolled back into his head. It took one..two..three more thrusts after that before Gunwook choked out a moan, his hips stuttering as he came straight down his throat. Closing his eyes, he breathed through his orgasm, slowly thrusting in and out, fully milking himself dry before letting his cock slip out of his mouth.
With his mouth free now, Matthew was free to let out a pained sob as he gripped his calf, really chasing after his release. “I wanna come. Please Wook-ah, I wanna come so bad. I need it,” he cried out pathetically, his voice hoarse from the several minutes of pounding he just took.
Gunwook looked down at him, his chest still heaving as he attempted to calm down. Deciding not to deny him any longer, he pressed his foot down fully, giving him the full amount of pleasure he craved. Matthew sobbed out his thanks, thrusting up a few more times onto the leather before he fully slumped over. His body twitched as he cried out, his face pressed into Gunwook’s thigh.
The music from downstairs continued to rage on, mixing with the sounds of their labored breaths as they both attempted to come down from their highs. Gunwook was the first to move, taking a moment to fully kick off his boots, his jeans and underwear following afterwards. With everything else off, he tugged his shirt off and over his head, throwing it in the direction of the rest of his clothes before diverting his attention to his hyung. Reaching out, he pulled him up to join him on the bed.
“You alright hyung?” He delicately held his jaw in his hand, rubbing over the pink of his cheek. A few seconds passed before the older blinked his eyes open, trying to refocus them on the man in front of him. Gunwook smiled at him cutely, moving his thumb to rub over his lower lip. “Can I kiss you..please?” Matthew nodded, letting his eyes slip back shut as Gunwook leaned in, kissing him tenderly. They both moaned into it, pressing close to each other. Fully cupping his jaw, he drew him in, deepening the kiss as he guided them into a new position; pressing the older into the sheets as he hovered above him.
Nipping at his bottom lip, he slid his tongue in as his mouth fell open in a gasp. Curling his fingers into the hair at the back of his head, Gunwook licked around his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue. His cock twitched in interest as Matthew joined him, their tongues flicking against each other, falling deeper and deeper into bliss.
Gunwook pressed his hips flush against his thigh, rutting into the fuzziness of the costume, precum rubbing into it and staining the fabric. Pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath, he gripped his hip in his hand, panting out softly.
“I want to ruin you,” the younger confessed.
Matthew met his gaze and whined softly at the seriousness that reflected to him. “Please. I’m all yours”
It didn't take much after that. Sitting up on his knees, Gunwook gripped his hips, manhandling him onto his stomach. Tugging his hips up, he maneuvered him into an arch, Matthew pressed his face down into the pillows, embarrassment taking over once again. Tugging off the remnants of his costume, Gunwook traced his hand down his spine, stopping at the meat of his ass before fully gripping it into his palm. Matthew jumped in surprise but he didn’t pull away, instead he boldly pressed his ass back into his hand.
Gunwook smiled at the eagerness, using both hands now to play and fondle with both cheeks. Spreading them apart, he leaned forward lightly, blowing over the puckered hole. Matthew squirmed in his hold the feeling unfamiliar but not unwelcome. Gunwook had no clue what he was doing, just following his gut intuition and watching closely to the way Matthew’s body reacted to his touch. Letting out another puff of air, he drifted closer, sticking his tongue out to lick over the hole.
Matthew keened, his body glitching at the foreign feeling, a muffled yelp falling from his mouth. Gunwook waited to hear any rebuttal and when none came, he did it again, this time dipping his tongue inside. Matthew clenched against the muscle, his breaths coming out hotly as he simultaneously pushed back onto it, grinding his hips down into the mattress. “Mmmmh, fuck, that feels so good. More. Please, more,” he pleaded, twisting his body to get more in him.
Gunwook gripped him tighter, spreading him wider as he slipped his tongue in even further. The noises falling out of Matthew's mouth were filthy as he fucked back against his roommate's tongue. He had never felt anything like this before, but he was practically seeing stars.
Getting a bright idea, he reached around, pushing his pointer and middle finger into Matthew’s awaiting mouth. “Suck,” he demanded, his voice huskier than usual. Too far gone to even come up with any sort of witty response, he moved in auto pilot, closing his lips around his fingers and rolling his tongue over his knuckles and between both his fingers.
Once satisfied, Gunwook removed his fingers, reaching back around as he slowed down the motion of his tongue. Without warning, he nudged his pointer against his rim, pushing against the wet muscle already planted inside.
A needy moan ripped through the older as he babbled for him to continue. “pleasepleasepleaseplease”
Gunwook wasted no time fully pushing his finger in at the same time as his tongue. He didn’t allow him a moment of rest before he started fucking them both in simultaneously.
“You already take me so well hyung,” He praised as he slipped in his middle finger, plunging his tongue back inside.
Matthew twitched senselessly against the sheets. His cock leaked more, smearing it all over his stomach with each thrust of tongue into him. He wasn’t going to last much longer if the younger kept this up.
Mustering up the strength, he lifted his head off the pillow, reaching out to grip at Gunwook’s hair, causing him to pause in his ministrations. “I-if you don’t stop I’m going to come again”
“Isn’t that the whole point, hyung?” Gunwook raised an eyebrow at him in question.
If Matthew had any fight left in him, he would’ve hit him. Instead, he dropped his hand from his hair, maneuvering himself onto his back, opening his legs back up. “I would rather come with you in me. Not your tongue,” He proposed, the switch to English effortlessly made.
Rolling his shoulder, Gunwook repositioned himself on the bed. “If you say so hyung.” Grabbing his ankles, he yanked him down, pulling him so he was now flat on his back. “If we’re doing this, then I want it to be my way”
Matthew nodded his head, not seeing any fault with his choices. “Whatever you wanna do, Wook. Just hurry, please”
Smirking, Gunwook moved himself in between his legs, stroking himself a few times to relieve some of the edge. He twitched in his hands, swiping his thumb over the head as he stared down at him.
Matthew squirmed under the direct attention, turning his head so he wouldn’t have to hold eye contact. Gunwook tsked to himself, grabbing his face and turning him back so they were face to face. “Let me look at you,” he spoke softly, pressing closer as he hooked one of his legs around his hips, guiding himself to his awaiting hole.
“I know I said it earlier, but you really are so pretty hyung.” He gazed at him fondly and, with one last rub to his cheek, he moved to grab himself at the base, slowly pushing into him. His head caught at the rim and he stuttered in his movements, already feeling how tight he was. “Fuck I’m not going to last”
Matthew shook his head disregarding his statement as he wrapped his other leg around his hip pulling him in. The movement caused him to fully slide in, his pelvis, pressed flush against his ass. Matthew arched against the mattress, a shuddering moan leaving his throat. “Aghhh fuck.” He trembled in his hold. “Please move. I can take it. Please.”
With new, fond vigor, Gunwook moved his grip from his waist, grabbing the older's hands and pinning them above his head. With the new position, Matthew leaned up to connect their lips again, his moans of pleasure being swallowed down as Gunwook fucked into him deeper.
Pulling away from the kiss, he dropped his head down into the crook of his neck, his breath shaky as he desperately rutted against him. Glancing off to the side, something gleamed in his peripheral, an evil idea forming in his head as he focused in on the object.
Reaching out towards the discarded knife, he shielded it behind his back as he sped up his thrusts, Matthew’s mewls increasing in volume. Gunwook smiled down at him, his usual soft eyes going sinister as he made a move to press the plastic blade against the softness of his throat.
Matthew could feel the blade pressing against his skin, the pressure of it pushing deeper into his flesh as Gunwook's thrusts became erratic. Confused by the sensation, Matthew forced his eyes open, his blurry sight focusing on what Gunwook had held in his hand. When he finally realized it was the knife from before, the sight had Matthew clenching around Gunwook’s cock, causing Gunwook to curse, pausing in his movements.
A few seconds following that, Matthew’s body seized up, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his back bowing off the bed. Gunwook watched in awe as he dirtied his stomach coming untouched just from the presence of the weapon, rope after rope falling against him as his stomach muscles clenched from the force of it.
Falling back against the sheets, Matthew panted, his eyes still closed as he continued to come down from such an intense orgasm. Gunwook, still frozen in place from what he just witnessed, moved to pull out of him, attempting to give him a moment of reprieve.
Matthew shook his head, forcing his eyes open once again, desperation still lingering in them. “Don’t pull out”
Gunwook’s eyebrows knitted in confusion. “But hyung you just-“
“I know I did, and I’m telling you I don’t want you to pull out yet. Finish in me. I want it,” his voice wavered, but he still leveled him with a stare, his gaze honest.
Gunwook bit back a groan at the admittance but didn’t refute it. Leaning down, he dropped a quick kiss against his lips before rearranging them both, gripping his thighs to drag him close and sliding back home in one motion. Still very much hard from the alluring scene he just witnessed, he wasted no time in fucking into him, attempting to chase his high once more.
The only sounds that filled the room now were the distinct slapping of skin on skin as he snapped his hips forward, pounding into him relentlessly. He could feel the tight coil in his abdomen beginning to unravel as he stared down at him. Matthew stared back at him, his jaw slack as moans continued to pour out from the oversensitivity. “Fuck, please fill me up. I need it”
The coil completely unraveled, and with two more thrusts, Gunwook gasped out against his skin, his face flush against his shoulder. Pushing his cock in as deep as possible, he spurted against his walls, gutturally moaning out his name as Matthew hummed in content.
Utterly spent, the younger dropped on top of him, his arms completely given out. Gazing at one another in silence, they took the time to fully breathe and decompress from the last few moments of debauchery.
Feeling content and the hunger that took over him finally sated, Matthew gave him a lazy smile. He stretched his arms above his head as he yawned and tried to sit up. In the end, he was still trembling and shaking, too weak to find the strength in him to do so just yet. Gunwook took that as his cue, carefully pulling his softened cock out of him and moving to stand, searching around for wherever he had thrown his underwear.
Once located, he pulled them on and made his way to the door, pulling it open and peeking out to check if the coast was clear. Breathing out in relief that the party was still very much loud and alive, he focused now on trying to find a bathroom. Going for the first door opposite to him, he reached for the knob, pushing it open and immediately was greeted with the sight of two bodies going at it in the middle of the room. Against his better judgment he stood there for another second hearing a whimpered “Gyuvin please” come out of one of their mouths. Eyes like saucers, he quickly tugged the door shut. He’d have to circle back to that at a later date.
Stumbling over to the next door, he sent up a small prayer before pushing this door open, sighing in relief at the sight of a tub. Stepping in, he switched on a light, quickly grabbing a rag and switching the faucet on, running it under the cool stream. He haphazardly wiped himself down, making sure his skin was now come free before switching the light back out and scurrying back over to the room.
Quietly returning, he closed the door, carefully turning to the bed and smiling softly seeing the figure occupying it was now in dream land. He was quick with his clean up, wiping down his stomach and then over his thighs, getting any last remnants. Once satisfied, he rested the rag on the nightstand, turning the lamp out before sliding into bed next to him. He yawned, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. Nuzzling into his skin, he reached out, wrapping an arm around Matthew’s body, tugging him against his chest.
He sleepily kissed along his shoulder, allowing his eyes to fall closed as sleep fully took him under.
There were definitely some things they would need to fully discuss, but for now, as they both laid in each other's arms, any future endeavors could wait until the morning.