Chapter 1
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Chapter Text
Is it valid to feel attracted to your best friend sometimes?
Just sometimes, though. Definitely not, like, all the time. Like, when your best friend walks around your apartment shirtless when he comes over. Or when he laughs too fondly and you can see his perfect teeth. Okay—maybe not perfect, because they’re a little crooked, and that’s exactly what makes them more attractive. And also, when your best friend massages your hand when you’re stressed or anxious about something. Do other people’s best friends do that too?
Sieun feels conflicted.
The thought had just occurred to him because it’s true that Suho can be such an annoying motherfucker most days, clinging to him and invading his personal space like it’s his. But there are moments when Sieun’s heart skips a beat when Suho giggles. His chest tightens too when Suho runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a soft sigh.
Sieun convinces himself he just needs to get laid.
He’s thought about it before—if he and Suho ever became boyfriends. Which seems a little impossible, because it doesn’t really feel like Suho is serious about anything romantically.
His best friend just fucks around a lot. Maybe that’s why there are times Sieun sees him in a different light. And by a different light, he means a sexual light.
He stares at the pile of readings he still has to finish by tonight. He wants to get through all of it in advance so he can have some free time for him and Suho to hang out. The guy had texted earlier to say he was coming over for their weekly movie night.
It’s a simple thing, really. Their friendship. It’s the low-maintenance type. But they talk every day, and for some reason, their other friends find it a bit too intimate for two people who claim to be “just friends.”
Not their fault they just click together, alright. Plus, they’ve been best friends for seven years now, so it’s no surprise they’re as comfortable as it gets with each other.
Sieun thinks he’s mentioned the term best friends like a hundred times by now.
The doorbell chimes in his apartment, and Sieun briefly rearranges the pile of papers before heading to the door. It’s almost 9 p.m., so he’s just wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, which basically reveals his pretty legs, milky and soft.
He’s greeted by Suho holding takeout: their usual spicy fried chicken and two cans of soda. Typical. He’s gotten used to Suho buying him food whenever he can. When he’s with Suho, he probably spends less than a dollar. Lucky bastard with a high-paying job.
“Hi, Sieunnie. Ready for the movie?” Suho greets with a grin.
“Sure,” Sieun replies, stepping back to give Suho space to come in. He closes the door and walks behind his best friend toward the couch.
“You were studying?” Suho asks as he starts laying out the food on the coffee table.
Sieun shrugs and plops down onto the couch. “Not really. Just some readings I wanted to get ahead on.”
Suho hums and sits beside him. He reaches for the remote and starts browsing for a movie. “Smarty ass as always.”
And like clockwork, Suho’s right arm swings over Sieun’s shoulder, pulling them closer together without a second thought. It’s normal. But Sieun still feels his heart do that thing again where it sorta flips or does a weird, wiggly type of flutter. He exhales softly and lets himself lean into Suho’s body, knees folded up to his chest, eyes lazily watching whatever Suho’s scrolling through on the screen.
“What was that we planned to watch again?” Suho asks. His thumb rubs slow circles over Sieun’s arm. An unconscious habit he’s never quite shaken and like his hands naturally default to touching him.
“Wasn’t it Arrietty?” Sieun replies.
“Eh, I don’t feel like watching a love story tonight. Let’s find something with sex,” Suho deadpans, eyes still on the TV.
Sieun glances up and gives him a you’re weird as fuck look but doesn’t argue. He’s used to Suho saying things like that without warning like it’s completely normal to suggest borderline softcore right before bedtime. And whatever they end up watching doesn’t matter anyway, he always ends up falling asleep halfway through, head tucked somewhere between Suho’s side and the couch cushion.
Sometimes he feels guilty about it. But Suho had long reassured him, multiple times, that it’s not a big deal, and that Sieun should just rest if he’s tired. Sieun appreciated that. He tries to ignore the warmth that blooms in his chest whenever Suho says shit like that.
Suho lets out a soft huff of laughter. “Look, I think this is good,” he says a little too sarcastically.
Sieun tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he analyzes the movie thumbnail on the screen. It looks painfully cliché; some action-romance thing where the female lead wears leather and heels, looking all deadly and confident, only to crumble the second the brooding man touches her jaw. Definitely a spicy movie. Definitely heterosexual. Definitely not what Sieun mentally prepared for tonight.
“Okay,” he says after a moment. “Let’s watch that.”
Suho hums in satisfaction, tilting his head slightly to bump the top of Sieun’s. His best friend smells really good. It makes his head dizzy sometimes, in a good way.
The movie starts with a painfully predictable flow. Sieun can practically guess every next scene before it even happens. There are parts where Suho laughs or cringes, especially during the more dramatic, over-the-top moments. Like when the male lead does this exaggerated lip bite that makes Sieun visibly grimace.
“God,” Suho mutters, “why would he do that?”
It’s hideous. Just plain secondhand embarrassment.
And of course, when they watch anything together, Suho talks a lot. Like, a lot. Sieun should probably find it annoying, especially when he’s trying to concentrate on what’s playing in front of him. But instead it just feels like watching a movie with a live commentary track. Weirdly comforting. It even makes him giggle sometimes.
Then the inevitable scene comes on—the male lead finally kisses the female actress. It’s messy. Sloppy. It makes Sieun wince and mutter a quiet, “Eugh,”
It really just looks like they’re trying to eat each other.
He scratches the side of his brow and exhales sharply, ready to just look away until the scene’s over.
Suho scoffs beside him. “That’s not how you should kiss.”
The comment makes Sieun pause.
So, like… how? The question bubbles up before he can stop it. He doesn’t say it out loud but it sticks in his head, subtly spinning.
He knows Suho has experience. Rather, more than enough, if the casual stories he’s let slip are anything to go by. Sieun’s just never dwelled on the details. He’s never wanted to imagine Suho kissing someone else, or touching someone else. It’s weird. Kind of disgusting. And kind of… stingy. In his chest.
He shifts slightly, resting his chin on his knees, eyes still fixed on the screen even though he’s no longer really watching it.
The scene escalates quickly, it’s kind of insane. One second it’s just suggestive glances, the next the male lead is already undressing the woman and kissing her sloppily all over. Sieun frowns and looks away, a bit horrified by how fast it jumped from plot to porn.
Beside him, Suho casually reaches out to open the takeout, cracking open the soda cans and handing one over. A silent truce. They’re both clearly ignoring the weird scene unfolding on screen. Sieun accepts the can with a small nod, muttering a soft “Thanks,” before digging into the chicken with his bare hands.
The spice hits just right tonight. He’s too hungry to care that the sauce is smearing around his lips a little. One thick streak drips down from the corner of his mouth, and he’s just about to lick it off when Suho beats him to it, reaching over, thumbing at the sauce like it’s nothing, then licking it clean from his own finger.
Again, it’s normal. Just best friend things. People should stop jumping to conclusions.
Still, Sieun feels something. A subtle heat curling in his stomach. He doesn’t dwell on it, though. Doesn’t overthink. Just keeps chewing. The chicken’s really fucking good tonight and that’s all that matters.
They munch on their food both pointedly ignoring the scene playing in front of them. Sieun glances at Suho and nearly chokes on his soda because why is this man eating like he’s planning to swallow the goddamn bone too? He’s ridiculous. But also kind of endearing.
Sieun had long accepted that their dynamic is just like this; Suho acting like he’s the one cleaning up after him but in reality, he’s just as much of a mess. Maybe more.
They both snap their attention back to the TV when a series of mortifying moans suddenly echo from the speakers, fucking unhinged like a deranged animal trying to mate. Sieun grabs another piece of chicken but this time, his eyes stay glued to the screen. The girl is lying down now, and the male actor is trailing kisses down her stomach. Sieun knows what’s coming next.
And yeah, he’s right—the guy is going down on her.
He squirms slightly in his seat, posture tightening. Beside him, Suho tosses his arm across Sieun’s shoulder again after finishing off his portion, his other hand lazily holding the soda can as he sips. His eyes are still locked on the screen like he’s genuinely invested. Sieun just keeps chewing, finishing off the last piece of his chicken.
On screen, the girl throws her head back dramatically while the guy does his thing, and Sieun raises a brow. It’s so theatrical, it’s almost insulting. She lets out a long, breathy moan that sounds like she’s transcending the mortal realm. Sieun scoffs under his breath.
“There’s no way it feels like that.”
Suho puts his soda can down on the coffee table. Doesn’t say anything right away. Just shifts slightly, his thumb resuming those small circles on Sieun’s clavicle.
“It can feel like that, though,” Suho comments casually.
Huh. Weird.
Sieun turns to look at him, confusion pinching his brows. “How do you know?”
Suho meets his gaze and chuckles, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek like he’s holding back a secret. “I eat it like a god. You know I’m a messy eater.”
Okay. That makes something flip inside Sieun’s stomach. Like, actually flip. He’s not saying the heat in his gut just got warmer but he’s also not saying it didn’t. He squirms again in his seat, trying not to think too hard about it. His eyes flick back to the TV where the girl is now fully into it, moaning like she’s reached the afterlife.
Sieun scoffs and gestures vaguely at the screen. “What does that even mean? That’s not possible.”
He says it with conviction, but the truth is—he wouldn’t exactly know. No one’s ever eaten him out before. He’s fooled around with a few boys here and there, but it’s never gone further than messy makeouts and hands under shirts. Nothing like this.
Still, he’s pretty sure scenes like this are always exaggerated for the drama of it.
“Trust me, Sieunnie. I know,” Suho says a little too sure. Then he winks.
What the hell. Sieun gulps.
Now he wants to know too.
Sieun shifts, sinking deeper into Suho’s side like it’ll help stabilize him or something. He shrugs with eyes still half-focused on the forgotten movie. “Well… I don’t know. I’ve never…” He trails off, the sentence dangling awkwardly in the air.
Suho pauses. Then he leans back slightly to turn and look at Sieun fully. His brows lift and mouth parting in visible surprise.
“What? No one’s eaten you out before?”
Sieun’s expression flattens. He frowns and turns toward him. “Why? Is that bad?”
There’s a glint of offense in his tone and Suho immediately notices. He lifts his hands like it’s not what it sounds like. “I mean—it’s not. It’s not bad. Just surprising, that’s all. You’re pretty. I’m sure someone out there wants to.”
Sieun blinks. His face doesn’t react much but his body does. His stomach twists, his thighs clench a little. Remind him again, how the hell did they even get to this topic?
Because as much as he wants to shove the image out of his head, of Suho between his legs, mouth slick and greedy, looking up at him with so much want—it’s… there. Lodged somewhere now. Heavy and pulsing. And he definitely doesn’t want to think about the fact that it’s making him feel something warm and wet in his pussy.
He clears his throat and looks away. His eyes dropping to his empty plate like it suddenly matters. “I don’t know,” he says softly. “No one ever did.”
Suho exhales somewhere between disbelief and indignation. The movie is still playing but neither of them even pretends to care now. The moaning from the screen is just background noise at this point.
“That’s a shame,” Suho murmurs.
Then, he adds, “Wanna bet?”
Sieun freezes. His eyes flick back to Suho. There’s a slight twitch in his fingers where they’re fidgeting on the edge of his shirt.
“What?” he breathes.
“Want me to be your first time?” Suho says it like it’s nothing, it’s like he’s just asking if Sieun wants the last piece of chicken. “Should be fine. We’re comfortable with each other.”
It’s so casual. So matter-of-fact. Not even a hint of uncertainty. One might say he sounds too confident, like he’s done this too much before. It really sounds like he knows what he’s offering.
Sieun’s breath hitches. “Why would you?”
Suho doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he grabs the remote and turns off the TV with a brief click. The sudden silence makes the air around them feel heavier. With the movie gone, the only sounds left are their own breaths.
“Why not?” Suho says and for some reason his voice drops lower. “I can make you feel good.”
That sentence alone does something unforgivable to Sieun’s body.
His thighs instinctively press together. A subtle movement but Suho notices. Sieun licks his lips before he even realizes he’s doing it, and his mouth opens but no words come out.
Suho tilts his head slightly and he’s just waiting for Sieun to catch up. Their eyes stay locked, burning a little.
“You can say no,” Suho adds gently. “That’s not a pro—”
“I want to try,” Sieun cuts in. His voice is quieter than intended.
Suho’s lips twitch immediately, forming into a smirk that’s all teeth and pledge.
“Sure?” he asks and leaning in a little closer. “You might cry.”
Sieun’s brow lifts in defiance. That’s way too cocky. “You’re being dramatic. That won’t happen.”
Suho grins. “That’s why I asked if you wanna bet.”
His hand moves again, his thumb reaching for the corner of Sieun’s mouth to swipe gently across his lip. Maybe there’s dried sauce there or maybe it’s just an excuse. Either way, the touch is light but it sets his body on fire.
Sieun doesn’t pull away. His pride wouldn’t let him and neither would his curiosity. Because the heat in his stomach is getting intolerable, pooling lower, and his pussy is actually pulsing. It's humiliating.
“Sure,” he mutters, throat tight. “Whatever.”
Suho hums and that same thumb trails just barely down his chin before pulling away.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Suho says with a little smile. “Shall we start with a kiss?”
That makes Sieun relax a bit. It is enough to remember that this is still Suho. His best friend. Still annoying. Still stupid. Still the same guy who eats like a gremlin and hogs the blanket during movie nights.
They’ve never kissed before. Never even come close. But for some reason, the idea doesn’t disgust him. It doesn’t scare him, either. If anything… it makes him want it.
Sieun clears his throat. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Suho repeats, then pats his thigh. “C’mere. Sit on my lap.”
That’s dangerous. Like, actually fucking dangerous, man. Because Sieun’s wet. Not metaphorically. Literally. And if he sits on Suho’s lap like this, there’s no way Suho won’t notice.
But fuck it. He wants to sit on his best friend’s lap.
So he moves slowly, awkwardly, straddling Suho as the older man helps guide him by the waist. Suho’s hands wrap around him so easily it makes Sieun’s breath catch. His hands are so big or maybe Sieun’s waist really is just that small in comparison.
“There you go,” Suho murmurs, almost cooing.
Sieun huffs out a soft laugh. “We’re so weird.”
Suho smiles back. “Yeah, we are.”
His fingers lift, threading gently through Sieun’s hair, and Sieun melts into it. He closes his eyes without thinking, letting out a soft and satisfied sigh. It always feels good when Suho does that, like he’s being petted. It’s always been like this. And yet… not like this. If you get what he means.
Then Suho’s hand slides down, fingers tracing the side of Sieun’s face before cupping his jaw.
“Open your eyes, pretty.”
His voice drops slightly and a little sweet but commanding. Sieun feels it ripple down his spine like a warm shiver.
Suho’s other hand settles on Sieun’s thigh.
Fuck. His hands are so warm.
He doesn’t grip, just caresses. His palm gliding slowly and fingers brushing back and forth like he’s saying I got you without speaking. The gesture is soft. It’s comforting for how loud Sieun’s heart is beating right now.
Sieun gulps and looks at Suho—giving in with whatever this is. Whatever they’re doing or about to do.
Suho leans in, and Sieun just stays there a little breathless, his hands landing awkwardly on Suho’s chest because he has no clue where else to put them. Suho’s heartbeat is calm unlike his. Why the hell is he so calm about this?
And then Suho closes the gap. Lips press to lips.
Sieun exhales shakily into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. The tension in his shoulders unravels with his body softening as he leans in a little closer.
Suho’s lips move slowly like he’s guiding him through it. Both hands settle low on Sieun’s waist, thumbs brushing over the curve of his sides with intent. His fingers tighten slightly. Then Suho nips at his lower lip. Careful not to startle him.
Sieun follows without hesitation, tilting his head to match Suho’s pace. His movements are less practiced, sure, but instinct carries him; curiosity and heat taking over. It feels natural to melt into Suho like this. Like his body already knows how.
Well, Suho really does know how to kiss. He moves like he’s sure of it, he knows what feels good not just for himself, but for Sieun. Especially for Sieun. It doesn’t intimidate him, weirdly enough. It just makes it easier to let go.
Sieun’s toes curl slightly, breath hitching as Suho deepens the kiss. He adjusts himself in Suho’s lap, trying to settle better.
And fuck. He gasps.
The friction. The way their hips press together. It knocks the air right out of him.
What the fuck—
His pulse spikes. His hands twitch against Suho’s chest. He’s getting damp in his underwear, embarrassingly fast, and it’s like his whole body has suddenly gone hypersensitive. Every brush of skin, every slow roll of Suho’s thumbs at his waist feels too much.
His mind is spiraling.
He wants.
He wants.
Suho pulls away to breathe and Sieun immediately lets out the quietest whine. Please don’t stop.
Before he can even think, his hand flies up, fingers curling around the back of Suho’s neck to pull him back in. He’s not done. He needs more. But Suho doesn’t let him.
His hands tighten suddenly, gripping Sieun’s waist hard that makes him jolt and almost yelp.
“Breathe, Sieun,” Suho murmurs and chuckles right after. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Sieun blinks again, stunned for a second. He’s dazed and his lips are wet, his cheeks flushed, his heart racing. Thumping so hard it might pop out his throat. He forces himself to focus, snapping his eyes open like he hasn’t been seconds away from flying somewhere far off.
He rolls his eyes, because fuck it, he needs the upper hand back. He needs to act like this isn’t doing something absolutely humiliating to his body.
“Whatever,” he mutters. Chill. So chill. He’s totally chill right now.
He’s absolutely not going to be fucking chill if Suho doesn’t kiss him again soon.
It’s infuriating how good Suho is at this. Like, stupidly good. So good it feels like Sieun’s floating and his bones are gone and his skin is vibrating and he can’t think.
Suho feels a little uncomfortable so he moves, trying to straighten his posture. His back aching a little from the angle they’ve been tangled in. He moves with Sieun still in his lap, adjusting his spine to sit upright again.
But the moment he does, Sieun lets out a high-pitched whine. They both freeze.
It’s so sudden, so needy, it catches them completely off guard. Sieun’s eyes go wide for half a second because he can’t believe that just came out of him.
Before Suho can say a damn thing, Sieun surges forward, grabbing the back of Suho’s head and kissing him again, open-mouthed and desperate. His fingers thread into Suho’s hair.
He just takes. Kissing like he needs more than what Suho’s giving.
His cunt throbs, tingling in a way that makes his legs tremble. He can feel the press of Suho’s growing erection beneath him and it’s taking everything in him not to grind down on it. Not to lose control.
Wow—he’s big. Suho’s dick is big.
Suho smirks against his lips and just when Sieun thinks he’s taking the lead, winning for once, Suho licks into his mouth, tongue sliding deep and slow. The sound Sieun makes in response is quite a disgrace. A breathy whimper that melts into a pathetic mewl.
“So needy?” Suho murmurs against his lips. His hand slides up under Sieun’s shirt with warm fingers skating across bare skin, dragging over the curve of his waist. The contact is enough to fire him up.
All of a sudden, Suho shifts again, arms tightening around Sieun’s waist and lifts them both up in one smooth motion. Sieun gasps, pulling back from their heated kiss. “What—”
“Baby,” Suho soothes like he’s trying to calm a frantic cat. “Relax. I’m just taking us to your bed, yeah?”
Baby.
That word hits Sieun right in the chest.
Suho presses a soft kiss to his temple and Sieun’s heart flutters in a way that has nothing to do with lust. He lets himself be carried, arms still loosely around Suho’s neck, feeling small and floaty in his grasp.
He kind of likes it. No—he really likes it. He wants Suho to call him baby again. Is this what they call greed? If yes, Sieun is actually not opposed to it.
Suho walks them through the dim apartment with steady steps because Sieun’s something precious he doesn’t want to jostle. The bedroom door creaks slightly as they enter, and then he’s lowering them both onto the mattress. He adjusts Sieun back against the pillows, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he hovers above him.
Sieun's back hits the sheets and a soft sound escapes him. His skin feels hot. His chest is rising faster, mouth parted, eyes glassy with want. He’s already trembling just from being touched and kissed. Every nerve feels raw.
“Suho,” he breathes. “Kiss. Please.”
Suho laughs fondly and he’s absolutely taken with him. “Whatever my baby wants,” he teases.
Then he leans in and kisses him again. He tilts his head to deepen it, coaxing another whimper out of Sieun’s throat.
Suho pulls back to speak, thumb brushing against Sieun’s cheek.
“Can I take your shirt off?” he murmurs. “Wanna see you.”
Sieun nods so fast it almost looks like he’s been holding it in.
Suho smiles at him again. So cute, he thinks. Every little reaction, every flustered breath. Sieun’s practically begging without even realizing it. Then he pulls back far enough to lift the hem of Sieun’s oversized shirt. His eyes flick up, silently asking for confirmation one more time.
Sieun nods again, already breathless.
Suho peels the fabric upward, exposing pale skin inch by inch. When it finally comes off, he tosses it aside, then just… looks at him for a moment.
His eyes roam over Sieun’s chest, his soft tummy, his flushed face, his trembling thighs. And then Suho leans down and presses a kiss to his collarbone. It’s so fucking intimate it makes both of their head spin.
Another to the base of his neck. Then the dip of his shoulder. He kisses him like he’s something sacred. Each part of him deserves its own moment. Sieun squirms. His legs press together, thighs rubbing in a desperate, involuntary motion. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands so they fist the sheets instead.
Suho trails kisses lower, his lips brushing down the line of his chest until his mouth hovers over one of Sieun’s nipples. He glances up, catches the dazed look in his eyes—and licks.
“Nnh, fuck.” Sieun jerks. His back arches slightly and a gasp tearing from his throat as Suho swirls his tongue slowly before sucking around the bud to make him feel it.
It’s so much. His pussy clenches.
Suho switches to the other side, giving it the same attention. His hands keep Sieun still with thumbs rubbing circles against his hips to calm him through it. Then he starts moving down again, open-mouthed kisses along his stomach. Over his ribs. Just above his navel.
Sieun’s brain short-circuits. His legs twitch. His hands scramble at Suho’s shoulders and his fucking thighs parting wider on instinct.
“Suho—” he gasps. “Please—”
He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. All he knows is more. His whole body is burning and he’s already close to losing it and Suho hasn’t even touched him where he needs it most.
“Sieun,” Suho calls softly. “Princess.”
Sieun whines just from the name alone. “Can I kiss you here too?” Suho asks, hovering above the heat between his legs—his clothed cunt that’s soaked through the fabric of his boxers.
Sieun’s vision nearly whites out. His hips twitch up before he can even think about it. He’s going insane. He knows it. And at this point, he fully admits defeat.
The bet? Lost. Buried. Gone. He’s not making it out of this sane.
“Y-Yeah,” he breathes out, voice cracking from how wrecked he already feels.
Suho doesn’t hesitate. He leans down and presses a kiss right to the center of his pussy—through the damp cotton and right onto his clit.
Sieun chokes on a moan. His back arches off the bed and eyes squeezed shut like it physically hurts to feel that much. The fabric is clinging to him and that one kiss feels like it sends a shockwave through his whole body.
Suho hums against him like he’s pleased with the reaction. He pulls back only to trail his mouth to Sieun’s inner thigh, where he sinks his teeth in gently, sucking hard to leave a mark.
“Gonna make you so soft for me,” Suho murmurs against his skin, pressing another kiss beside the forming bruise. “You’re doing so good already, baby. I’ll make you cry, okay?”
Sieun’s legs twitch, spreading wider without him meaning to. His fingers dig into the sheets again.
Suho gently tugs the fabric down. Sieun’s boxers peel away from flushed skin, damp and clinging almost embarrassingly.
And when he’s finally bare, Suho stops breathing. Literally stills.
Five whole seconds.
He just stares.
No—it’s not just staring. He’s consuming the sight in front of him. And in his head, he thinks, No fucking way. This isn’t real. This is art.
Sieun squirms under the weight of it. He bites his lip, tries to twist his hips and shy away, thighs instinctively starting to close.
But Suho stops him with a firm grip, his hand sliding down to Sieun’s knee and pushing.
“Don’t hide,” Suho murmurs. “Let me see you.”
He spreads Sieun wider, exposing everything—wet, glistening, pink, and so fucking soft. The air kisses over his skin and it sends a full-body shiver down his spine. He feels so open, so raw. His cunt twitches from the attention.
Suho just breathes out, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
Then he lowers himself.
And licks.
One long, slow stripe from the bottom of his entrance all the way up to his clit. Flat tongue, full fucking pressure, dragging through slick because he wants to feel every part of it.
Sieun lets out a loud moan.
He can’t believe this. He can’t believe this can feel so fucking good.
His fingers shoot out to grab the sheets, legs trembling as a ragged moan tears out of his throat. His head falls back.
Suho groans low against him. “Tastes so fucking good,” he mutters and his voice nearly slurred with hunger.
And then he devours.
There’s no teasing. No playing around. Suho eats with no single ounce of hesitation. Mouth messy with his tongue relentless, sucking and lapping him all up. He pushes his face in while his hands grip on Sieun’s thighs to hold him down as he works him over.
Sieun’s breathing gets louder. His hips start lifting off the bed. Tears prick the corners of his eyes—he’s blinking fast, moaning even faster. Wet and overwhelming and so fucking good he doesn’t know what to do with it.
“Suho—Suho, I—” he gasps.
Suho doesn’t stop.
He just keeps eating him like he deserves this. It’s like he belongs between his thighs.
When Suho sucks hard around his clit, Sieun practically screams. His hand flies into Suho’s hair, fingers twisting tight with a gasp that’s way too loud for how late it is in the night. He doesn’t even mean to pull but his hips jerk up, and Suho groans into him, mouth pressed so deep the vibrations make Sieun’s legs fucking spasm.
“Can’t—” he chokes out as his back arches so hard it lifts his shoulders off the bed.
He’s not even trying to be quiet anymore. There’s no chance. His body is beyond that now. He’s making these shattered, pathetic little noises that don’t even sound like him.
His thighs are trembling, overstimulated, and he’s grinding up against Suho’s face even when he tries not to. But then Suho’s hands tighten on his hips to guide him and tilting his pelvis just right.
“That’s it,” Suho grows softly. His voice is soaked in praise making it sound that he’s proud of how much Sieun’s losing it.
He licks another stripe up his soaked slit, then flattens his tongue and presses it in dragging pressure. Sieun’s entire body twitches.
One of Suho’s hands slides down and Sieun doesn’t even register what’s happening until Suho’s finger slips inside him. It’s so easy with how wet Sieun is; it just glides in and enters like that.
Sieun gasps, hands clenching in Suho’s hair so tight he might actually pull it out. His walls clench around the intrusion and his whole body reacting before his brain can catch up.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Why is it—”
Why is it so good?
Suho just keeps going. He curls his finger on that delicious spot and his tongue sucking at his clit again like he’s got all the time in the world. Quite literally thinking that Sieun’s the only thing on the menu.
Tears form again at the corners of Sieun’s eyes and this time he doesn’t even blink them away.
So fucking sensitive.
His pussy is soaked, noisy, and Suho is eating it up like it’s his goddamn job.
“Oh—”
That’s all Sieun can manage.
The sound catches in his throat, breaks off into a sob as Suho slides a second finger inside him. His mouth falls open, trying to find breath but it just won’t come because Suho’s filling him, stretching him good, and working him open because he’s got forever to ruin him.
It’s more than he’s ever had. He’s going insane with Suho inside him.
He forces himself to relax with his cunt pulsing. Another moan when Suho dips his head and sucks at his clit.
The sound is obscene. Squish, suck, schlick—Suho doesn’t give a flying fuck about the noise, he wants Sieun to hear all of it.
“So good, baby,” Suho praises against his pussy.
Then he lowers again, licking up and down because he fucking wants to memorize every part of Sieun with his tongue. His fingers stay buried deep, curling to brush against the spot that makes Sieun cry out.
And when Suho spreads them, tongue sliding between his fingers to taste him even deeper—
Sieun sobs.
His whole body is trembling and his breath stuttering in his chest. One of Suho’s hands keeps him still, holding his thigh down firm and then he lifts it, sliding his arm underneath to pin it in place so his thumb can rub just under his clit.
A sharp shock of pleasure shoots through Sieun and he wails.
“Suho—Suho, oh my go—” he babbles in words broken into raw little whimpers. “I—need—fuck, I need—”
“Mhm?” Suho purrs, his voice vibrating against Sieun’s cunt as he kisses it again. “You need this, baby?”
Sieun nods frantically, tears spilling hot from the corners of his eyes.
“Yes—yes, please, I—”
Suho pulls his fingers out, slick dripping down his knuckles, and drags them up and down Sieun’s pussy, rubbing his clit in circles—taunting and toying with it. His lips are red and curved in this soft fucking smirk.
Sieun’s thighs are shaking while his legs are trying to close but it’s pinned wide open. He can’t stop crying now. His body’s begging for release because he’s never been touched like this in his life.
Because it’s Suho. And Suho is making him feel like this. And Suho looks so hot between his legs, exceeding his expectations. Suho pushes his fingers back in, fucking them deeper and faster. He curves onto that spot and Sieun shouts.
“I can’t—” Sieun chokes out, his body’s rushing toward something and he doesn’t know how to stop it.
He grabs Suho's hair, then his shoulder, then just claws helplessly at whatever skin he can reach. Suho’s mouth stays locked to his clit, sucking hard, tongue moving in devastating little circles.
“I’m—” Sieun’s chest is heaving. He tries to muffle the sound by shoving his hand against his mouth, sucking his fingers, biting down hard into the heel of his palm.
Way too much. Something’s different. Something’s building.
“Wait—Suho—” His words crash into each other, torn apart by ragged breaths and the tightening of his body.
Suho doesn’t stop or give him time to pause.
“You can come,” Suho encourages against his cunt with his mouth slick in everything Sieun’s giving him. “Do it for me, baby. Fuck—I’ve got you—”
Sieun sobs, thighs shaking uncontrollably, the pressure building in his gut unbearable. He’s never felt this. It’s climbing higher than it should. Something’s gonna break. It feels like he’s going to snap.
Suho’s teeth scrape lightly over his clit.
Sieun’s body explodes.
His back arches violently, muscles seizing as a choked scream punches out of his throat. His pussy clamps down hard around Suho’s fingers and then—
Fuck.
He squirts.
A hot rush floods out of him, sudden and sharp, and he doesn’t even know what’s happening. It won’t stop. His whole body trembles through it.
“Oh shit,” he sobs. His nails are immediately digging into Suho’s shoulder as he shakes. “Oh—Suho—”
He can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t speak. He’s gone.
Tears stream down his face and he tries to blink them away to look but all he can see is Suho looking up at him with his mouth still pressed against his cunt, licking him slow, looking like he wants to take every last drop.
His chest rises and falls in broken gasps, and there’s tears streaked down his cheeks, his thighs sticky, cunt fluttering around nothing because Suho’s just watching him now—the way his body tremble, watching the aftershocks wreck through him.
Suho hums while licking his lips.
“Another one?” he murmurs, thumb brushing circles into the inside of Sieun’s thigh all sticky with slick. “Hm? For me?”
Sieun shakes his head softly and Suho just smiles.
“You can do it, baby,” Suho coaxes. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
So fucking evil.
Sieun’s eyes flutter open, wet lashes clumped together, his mouth is open and he wants to say something but all he lets out is a cracked moan.
“I know, my princess,” Suho whispers. “You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you? But I want another.”
And before Sieun can argue, protest, beg for mercy—Suho slides two fingers back inside.
“Fuck—” Sieun sobs, body jerking as his cunt clenches down hard. His legs try to close but Suho pins them open once again, arms steady and mouth trailing back to his clit, gentle licks that make Sieun cry harder because he’s overstimulated.
“There you go,” Suho says softly. “Just take it. You’re doing so good for me.”
His fingers curl and the way his mouth moves on Sieun’s clit is so tender it feels like worship. Sieun feels like he’s unraveling all over again and twitching helplessly with every brush of Suho’s tongue.
“I can’t—” he whimpers.
“You can,” Suho purrs. “You’re mine, remember? My good boy. And good boys come when they’re told.”
Sieun lets out a shaky sob, hands flailing until they find Suho’s wrist, gripping tight like it’s the only thing tethering him to the planet.
“I’m—please, please—”
Suho smirks against him.
“Yeah, come for me again, pretty. Right on my fingers—let me have it.”
And then he sucks hard again—presses his tongue there—and Sieun breaks. All over again.
Another orgasm slams through him, his cunt squeezing down around Suho’s fingers like it wants to keep him. Suho just watches him fall apart, whispering praise against his cunt the whole time. He stares at Sieun’s cunt that’s clenching and unclenching and sticky liquid coming out if it.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my baby. You’re so perfect like this.”
Sieun’s sobbing, chest hiccuping, tears slipping past his lashes even though the orgasm’s already washed through him. His fingers tremble as they cling to Suho’s arm, nails pressing into his skin.
Suho slowly withdraws his fingers from his cunt, watching how his hole flutters in the absence. Then he leans up, wiping his hand on the sheets before pressing his lips to the soft inside of Sieun’s thigh. One last kiss before he moves up. He kisses the edge of Sieun’s stomach. Then his ribs. Then higher, until he’s hovering above Sieun’s flushed face, and gently brushes the tears away with his thumb. And then presses a kiss to the corner of his eye.
Another to the other side.
“Hey,” Suho murmurs. “Are you okay?”
Sieun sniffles and nods. Pretty.
“Come here,” Suho says. He sits back on the bed and pulls Sieun into his lap, bare skin pressed against his clothed chest. Suho is still wearing his shirt and sweatpants.
Suho wraps both arms around him, one hand splaying wide on his back, the other petting into his hair.
Sieun clings to him like a bear, face buried into Suho’s neck, hiccuping still—tiny sounds still riding the waves of what just happened.
“You did so good,” Suho whispers against his temple. He’s kissing him again—his forehead, his cheek, the side of his jaw. “Such a good boy for me. You took it so well.”
Sieun lets out a soft whimper. “F-Feel weird…”
“I know, baby.” Suho strokes down the curve of his spine. “Your body’s just coming down. You’re safe. You’re with me.”
He kisses the top of Sieun’s head again, rocking them just slightly.
“You were perfect. You’re always perfect.”
Sieun’s fingers curl into Suho’s shirt. He feels weightless and he’s suspended somewhere far above his own body. Soft and small and completely cradled in Suho’s arms.
Suho adjusts him gently, running one hand down to rub soothing movements into his lower back. “Just stay here for a bit,” he says as his voice melts into his skin. “Let me hold you.”
And Sieun lets himself sink.
Sieun’s breathing in ragged little hiccups, head lolling on Suho’s shoulder. He thinks he’s finally come down—his spine still buzzing, cunt flushed and oversensitive but it’s starting to feel less overwhelming.
He doesn’t even realize he’s drooling a little until Suho thumbs at the corner of his mouth and hums.
“Still with me, princess?”
Sieun nods, or tries to. It’s more of a soft nuzzle against Suho’s neck, a breathy sound that sounds like mmhm but doesn’t quite make it out. His body’s floating, so oversensitive that even the fabric of Suho’s shirt brushing his skin makes him tremble.
Suho rocks them just once and Sieun lets out a broken whimper like it hurts—but hurts in a good way.
“You’re so sweet like this,” Suho murmurs, kissing down the shell of his ear. “So fucked out, baby.”
And then Suho’s hand slides between them again, fingers brushing against Sieun’s slick, puffy cunt, still soaked and sensitive and swollen.
Sieun jerks in his lap. His hips buck without meaning to and he gasps, a loud, teary sound. “What are you— Suho—”
“You think you can take one more?” Suho breathes into his hair, licking the shell of his ear. “Tell me if you really can’t, sweetheart,”
Sieun thinks he can. For Suho. Just for him.
He presses the pad of his middle finger to Sieun’s clit, barely any pressure, just resting there and Sieun mewls.
“One more,” Suho coaxes again, and this time it’s lower right into his neck. “C’mon, my sweet princess,”
Sieun’s whole body trembles at that. His eyes are already going unfocused with lashes fluttering like he’s about to cry again. His hands are clutching Suho’s shoulders, trying to hold on to something to keep from falling apart.
Suho kisses his cheek, wet with leftover tears. “You want to make me proud, don’t you?”
Sieun whimpers. “Y-Yeah…”
“Then give me one more, pretty. Just let go.”
And then Suho moves his fingers drawing a tight circle over Sieun’s clit. Sieun bites into his shoulder, voice breaking and clings harder. His thighs are shaking so bad they thump softly against Suho’s hips and he can’t stop the high, gasping sounds that fall out of him.
He’s too sensitive. Everything feels too sharp. But Suho doesn’t push too much yet.
“So proud of you, baby,” Suho whispers. “Let me see you come again. That okay?”
Sieun’s eyes roll back—literally. He stares blankly upward, slack-jawed, moaning wettly and completely unaware of how fucked out he sounds. Suho tilts his chin and kisses him open-mouthed, swallowing the next moan as he finally presses a finger in.
Like a fucking dam, Sieun breaks.
His body jolts forward and back, hips stuttering, his clit catching on every movement and making the pressure snap. His orgasm hits like a wave but it’s a soft orgasm that doesn’t make him cry out too much.
“There it is,” Suho whispers. “My good boy. Just like that.”
He holds him through it, fucking him through the high with the gentlest strokes. The sound of it is slick and messy and filthy, echoing in the quiet room. Sieun’s pussy is so wet it makes the thrusts sound obscene, but Suho doesn’t care—he wants to hear it.
“You don’t even know how pretty you sound when you come,” Suho says.
Sieun’s not even speaking anymore. Just open-mouthed, cross-eyed, small hiccupping gasps while he shakes gently in Suho’s lap, wrecked and floating and so, so good.
Sieun’s body twitch one last time and then he’s slumping—completely limp. Suho doesn’t move at first and watches him with that same awe-filled softness like he’s the only beautiful thing in the world.
Then he moves very carefully because he doesn’t want to hurt his baby. His fingers slipping out of Sieun’s slick heat with a wet sound that makes them both twitch. Suho lets out a soft chuckle and leans in to kiss the corner of Sieun’s mouth.
“Sorry, baby,” he whispers as he wipes at the tears still clinging to Sieun’s cheeks with gentle thumbs. “You’re just so fucking pretty, I couldn’t help it.”
Sieun whimpers softly in response, too gone to even form a word. His arms are still loosely around Suho’s shoulders, holding on like he might float away.
Suho brushes his hair back, sticky with sweat and all messed up and presses one more kiss to his damp temple. “You’re okay,” he murmurs. “Always so proud of you.”
The second Suho lays him down on the mattress, Sieun clings harder. His legs curl, his body instinctively curling in, seeking Suho’s warmth again.
“Okay, okay, I’m not going anywhere,” Suho soothes, easing himself down beside him and pulling the blankets up lazily with one hand. He tucks Sieun in, then wraps both arms around him, dragging him close until they’re pressed together.
Sieun nuzzles into Suho’s chest immediately, boneless and flushed. His breathing is already slowing—soft little puffs against Suho’s shirt.
“You really lost the bet, huh?” Suho teases gently. “Told you you’d cry, didn’t I?”
“Mhm,” Sieun mumbles, barely awake. His voice is hoarse and dazed. “Shut up…”
Suho laughs and kisses the top of his head. “So stubborn. Even when you’re falling asleep.”
Sieun only hums in response, the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He nuzzles deeper into Suho’s chest and drifts, completely warm and safe, breath syncing with Suho’s heartbeat.
“Goodnight, princess,” Suho murmurs, stroking his hair one last time. “Sweet dreams.”
Sieun’s already gone.
Chapter Text
This dilemma is kind of fucking up Suho.
It’s been three days since that happened and neither of them has said a word about it. The funny thing is, Sieun gave him five goddamn bucks.
For the bet.
Suho took it, obviously. Pocketed it with a shit-eating grin and didn’t say anything else because what was he supposed to do? "Thanks for the cash, and also for letting me eat you out until you cried”? Nope. That felt not right. Even he has limits.
He took care of Sieun that night. Cleaned him up, wiped him down gently with a warm cloth, watched his chest rise and fall until he finally let himself leave the room. Sieun had knocked out cold, tucked into his side like a sleepy kitten and mumbling nonsense into Suho’s chest. He’d never seen anyone look that wrecked and that peaceful at the same time.
And yet, since then, radio silence.
They haven’t even seen each other in person. Sieun’s been slammed with school, finishing up finals, buried in readings. Suho’s had two back-to-back night runs for Union and some last-minute shit to cover for his front job. It’s not like they’re avoiding each other. Or, well—maybe they kind of are.
Suho wouldn’t know. He’s too busy losing his mind.
It’s not even the sex part that’s driving him insane. (Okay, it’s a little bit the sex part. He did jerk off in Sieun’s bathroom right after because what the fuck else was he supposed to do with a throbbing hard-on and the image of Sieun crying on his tongue stuck in his head like a fucking curse?)
But no. It’s more than that.
It’s the fact that he touched, tasted, and felt someone he’s been in love with for God knows how long and it was all real. It was better than he ever imagined and that’s the problem. Now he can’t stop imagining it. Sieun’s tiny gasps. The way his thighs trembled. His fingers tangled in Suho’s hair. The way he begged.
He thinks about it every night. Multiple times. Like clockwork.
And Suho's respectful. He is. That was a one-time thing—he thinks. He knows it’s not fair to expect anything. Sieun asked for it. Gave his consent, trusted him not to go any further. Suho respected the line. He didn’t expect anything back, didn’t even think about his own pleasure. He just wanted Sieun to feel good.
Honestly? He’d do it again. Every day, if he could. Wake Sieun up with his head between his legs, ruin him before breakfast, and watch him whine about his workload with shaky legs and that pouty mouth.
But he won’t. Not unless Sieun asks. He can wait. He’s waited this long already.
Still, it’s fucking him up. The boy he’s loved for years let him touch him like that. Trusted him with his body. Came for him, cried in his lap, called him baby. Now Suho’s just here. In his own apartment. Palming his dick at 2 a.m. again. Wondering if Sieun’s still thinking about it too.
His phone dings.
Suho grabs it from his nightstand and glances at the screen.
And speaking of the pretty devil.
[ Baby: Suho, are you awake? ]
Before anyone jumps to conclusions—Sieun doesn’t know Suho saved his contact name like that. Baby. Just for him. Suho’s never planned to let him know, either.
But this message… it’s a bit worrisome.
When Sieun texts like that, it usually means something’s off. Something’s bugging him.
[ Suho: Yes, I am. Is there anything you need? ]
He stares at the screen, waiting. About six minutes pass before the reply comes in.
[ Baby: Can you come over? ]
Oh. Oh, well.
Hell yeah? He can.
[ Suho: Of course, what happened? ]
He’s already getting out of bed, changing into a clean hoodie and sweats.
[ Baby: Nothing, just lonely. ]
His heart clenches at that.
Sieun gets like this sometimes. It's not often but when it happens, it always feels like Suho’s the only one allowed to see it. Like Sieun trusts him to carry it. Suho would carry all of it if Sieun asked.
He types back quickly.
[ Suho: On my way :) ]
And he’s out the door in less than five minutes.
In Sieun’s defense, he has a pretty valid excuse. He is feeling lonely.
He’s been overthinking about what happened between them, twisting it around in his head for the past three days. What if Suho didn’t like it? What if that’s why he hasn’t been bugging Sieun like he usually does? He’s scared now that maybe he forced Suho into doing something he didn’t actually want. That maybe Suho only did it because Sieun allowed him to.
That thought makes him feel like shit.
But also, he’s kind of horny.
It’s 2 a.m. No one can judge him.
He tried jerking off a few times since that night—tried to touch himself the way Suho did but it’s not the same. Not even close. He never gets there. Not to the place Suho took him. Every time it ends the same way: him flopped on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling with a hand between his legs like some kind of loser. It’s pathetic.
It’s frustrating.
And the worst part is, he wants to ask. He wants to text Suho, “Can you make me come again?” But that would make him sound like a selfish asshole, right? Just using Suho for his fingers and his mouth. Even if they’re best friends. Even if Suho said he was fine with it. Sieun doesn’t know what Suho’s limits are. He assumes there have to be limits.
So instead, he just sends the text asking if Suho’s awake.
And when the doorbell rings, he gets up from his bed and goes to open it. Suho, standing in his doorway with his hoodie on and hair ruffled like he came here in a rush.
Sieun’s heart fucking lurches.
How has he never noticed how stupidly attractive his best friend is? He’s so hot. Like, offensively hot. What the fuck.
“Hi,” Suho greets him with a soft smile. “Are you okay?”
Actually? No. Sieun is not okay. He’s staring at Suho’s lips and immediately remembers how they felt on his—
Sieun exhales sharply and looks away.
“Mhm. Sorry for calling you out this late,” he says quietly, stepping aside to let Suho in.
Suho doesn’t hesitate. He steps in.
The man immediately goes to his usual spot on the couch and sits, legs spread and taking up space.
“How have you been?” he asks casually.
I’ve been jerking off, Sieun thinks bitterly. He sits beside him but leaves a stiff gap of space between them. Like if they touch, he’ll short-circuit.
“I’m okay,” Sieun says even though it sounds more like a lie. “Just… worried.”
Suho tilts his head. “About?”
Sieun looks away, fidgeting with his thumbs. His heart feels too big for his chest right now.
“Do you… feel weird with me now?” he mumbles.
Sieun isn’t the type to bring things up. He hates it, actually. He’d rather rot in silence. But Suho is the only person he makes exceptions for. He doesn’t want to lose him.
Suho’s voice softens. “What made you think that, Sieunnie?”
Sieun breathes deep. His stomach turns. “Because you—because of what happened. Last time.”
Suho raises a brow. “Because I ate you out?”
Sieun’s face scrunches. “Yes,” he says flatly. There it is. The cocky Suho tone.
He meets Suho’s eyes now, trying to read him, gauge him. Is he fucking with him? Is he serious?
Suho shakes his head. “No, I thought you were weirded out with me.”
“I’m not.”
The words come out faster than he expected.
In fact, far from it.
“Okay, that’s good to know. Have you eaten?” Suho asks, already making his way into the kitchen.
Sieun purses his lips, watching him go. He’s relieved that Suho doesn’t seem weird about what happened, but something’s definitely different now. They crossed a line. There’s no way they can pretend there’s nothing more going on. Not when Suho’s mouth had been there.
“It’s 2 a.m. I already ate,” Sieun says. “Are you gonna sleep here?”
Suho turns to look at him.
“Do you want me to?”
Sieun nods. “Yeah.”
Suho chuckles fondly. “Of course. Let’s sleep then?”
“Mhm.” Sieun yawns.
And just like that, they head back to his bed.
Nothing really happened after that night. Sieun just shrugged it off. Accepted the fact that maybe sex with Suho wasn’t going to be a thing again. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. Whatever.
Surprisingly, they went right back to their usual best friends routine. Suho started bothering him again. Clinging to him during study sessions, dropping by unannounced, cooking meals in his kitchen. Sieun doesn’t bring it up. If Suho isn’t going to mention it again, then he’s not going to beg for anything. Fine. Cool. He can act normal too.
So when Baku asked if he wanted to come out this weekend for some kind of post-finals club party, Sieun agreed without thinking too much. He doesn’t usually go unless he’s got the mental space to tolerate the noise and the people, especially guys who get too bold with him, but tonight, he kind of wants that.
If he can’t have what he wants from Suho, then maybe he’ll take it from someone else. Even if it’s just a distraction.
He already texted Baku he’s in.
He doesn’t know if Suho’s going. Probably is. That man floats in and out of nightlife like it’s nothing. Talking to everyone, flirting with whoever, racking up numbers like it’s a Pokemon collection or something. Boys and girls alike.
By 9 p.m., Sieun’s fully dressed and done. He actually put effort in, not that he’d admit it.
White tank top, black leather jacket, black denim shorts that hit just above the knee. Hair parted and styled up, collarbones peeking through, a few silver rings wrapped around his fingers.
He glances in the mirror one last time. Yeah. He looks good. Pretty, even.
And with that final thought, he heads out.
“Ooh, didn’t expect you’d actually come!” Baku grins as soon as Sieun walks in.
The club’s already packed, the bass thumping hard enough to feel in his chest. People are dancing in the center, lights flashing across the crowd. Baku’s taken a VIP section tucked off to the side, where there’s a little more space to breathe and couch seats wrapping around a low table stacked with drinks and finger food.
Sieun bobs his head a little to the beat. He thinks he can have fun tonight.
He slides into the seat across from Baku, letting the music thrum in his chest.
“Who else is going?” he asks, raising his voice to be heard over the bass.
“Young-yi! Gotak and Juntae too,” Baku replies. “And I’m gonna introduce you to someone later.”
Sieun raises a brow. “Who?”
Baku just winks. “You’ll see.”
Around ten minutes later, Gotak and Juntae arrive together.
“Sieunnie!” Juntae beams and dabs him up. Sieun smiles and returns it as Juntae flops down beside him, already talking a mile a minute.
Gotak follows, taking one look at Sieun and letting out a low whistle.
“You look good.”
Sieun rolls his eyes but the compliment doesn’t go unappreciated. “Thanks.”
They started to get their respective drinks. Also ran through a series of events in their life that they had to catch up on. Sieun isn’t a heavy drinker because he’s gonna admit that his alcohol tolerance isn’t very amazing. He lolls his head to the side as he drinks and allows himself to ease up. He feels a little tipsy already and he’s kind of giggling a lot now.
When Young-yi walked in and sat beside them, he thinks Suho really wouldn’t come. Alright, not like he can do much about it.
All of a sudden Baku stands and waves someone over to their booth.
“Everyone, this is Geum Seongje—met him at a street-bike race last week,” he says and guides the guy forward.
People tossed out casual hellos but Sieun just stares. Mouth slightly open.
Holy shit.
Tall—Suho level tall. Broad-shouldered in a loose black shirt that’s unbuttoned halfway down, revealing a line of toned chest and glinting chain. Sleeves rolled, tattoo peeking out from his forearm. Hair pushed back. His jawline is sharp, lips formed into a subtle smirk, and he has this cocky aura.
And he’s looking right at Sieun.
Seongje’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and he doesn’t even bother hiding the once-over he gives him. Sieun straightens his back immediately, subtly fixing the way his jacket sits. He swears his ears are heating up. Get it together. He clears his throat and pretends to check his drink.
“You should sit beside Sieun,” Baku says casually and the others fall back into their conversations.
Seongje walks over with no hesitation and sinks down beside him, close enough that Sieun catches the scent of smoke and cologne. It’s heady and masculine. He’s not even sure he likes it but it makes his skin tingle.
The guy leans in a little to make Sieun glance sideways. “You a newbie here?” he asks smoothly.
Sieun scrunches his nose. “No.”
Seongje chuckles and grabs a drink from the table. “What’s your name?”
Sieun glances at him. “I think you already know.”
“I do.” He smirks and takes a slow sip. “Just wanted to hear it from you.”
Sieun hesitates then mutters, “Sieun.”
“Sieun,” Seongje repeats like he’s trying it on. “Has anyone told you you’re pretty?”
Sieun scoffs under his breath. “A lot of people do.”
“Figures.” Another sip. “Wanna dance with me?”
Sieun pauses. Okay, bold. But he’s also been needing this. Some attention. He raises an eyebrow, leans back a bit just to watch Seongje’s expression. He’s definitely not shy. If anything, the way he spreads his legs a little on the seat like he owns the space is doing something to Sieun’s brain. It honestly reminds him of someone that is not here.
He shrugs. “Sure.” he says, setting down his drink.
He doesn’t look back when he follows Seongje to the dance floor.
Seongje is too smooth and obviously an expert but still manages to make it feel like Sieun’s the only one he wants right now.
His hand stays firm and steady on Sieun’s lower back with his palm spreading over the small curve. The way he guided Sieun through the dancing crowd made Sieun's heart skip a little. Not just because of the touch but because he didn’t let anyone brush up against him. Seongje walked like he was shielding him. He was claiming space around him.
By the time they find a spot, the beat is already in full pulse, thumping into Sieun’s chest and through the soles of his feet. He starts slow, letting the rhythm tug at his limbs. He’s graceful in his own right but he can’t help but feel self-aware next to this guy who moves confidently.
Seongje leans down again brushing against Sieun’s ear. “Don’t be shy. Just feel it.”
Damn. His voice is a little raspy.
Sieun breathes out through his nose and rolls his shoulders, letting go just a bit more. The music swells. His hips start to follow it and his body warms up, alcohol fuzzing the edges of his vision in a good way. He’s not drunk but tipsy enough to feel reckless.
Then Seongje’s hands are on him again—guiding him. His large palm skims up to his waist, curling fingers there. The other hand finds Sieun’s wrist and pulls his arm up and around his neck.
Now they’re close. Pressed together in the crowd. The heat off their bodies building with each beat of the song.
“You’re really getting straight to it,” Sieun says and tries not to let it show how flustered he’s getting. He laughs a little, the lights washing over his flushed face.
Seongje grins with his eyes fixed on him and sizing him up.
“I know what I want.”
His hand squeezes Sieun’s waist.
Sieun’s body twitches instinctively at the grip, his stomach fluttering hard. He doesn’t even mean to step closer but he does. The space between them is nonexistent already. He’s pressed against Seongje’s chest and he can feel the other man’s breath when he leans in again.
The tension snaps so quickly Sieun doesn’t even notice his own legs getting shaky until they already are.
Everything hits a little too fast. He feels flushed and lightheaded and the alcohol is climbing straight to his skull. It’s always like this when he drinks and then starts moving around, the motion just pulls it deeper into his bloodstream. It’s hard to breathe now. His heart is racing, chest rising too fast. The press of Seongje’s hand on his waist suddenly feels too hot.
“I think—” Sieun leans in close, trying to catch his own words over the bass. “Need to go back.”
Seongje doesn’t ask questions, just nods and starts guiding him back through the crowd, hand staying firm and protective on his waist like before. But now it’s too much. The grip feels exposed especially with the dizziness clinging to his head.
And then, back at their booth, Sieun halts. His eyes widened.
Suho is here.
It was like he’s been there for a while now and saw everything that just happened. He’s leaned back, one arm slung over the backrest and his other hand holding a drink. His eyes drop lower, catching on where Seongje’s hand still holds Sieun’s waist.
The look on Suho’s face is murderous. His stare cuts straight through Seongje like a fucking knife.
Then—he looks at Sieun. And for a split second, there’s a glimpse of softness. But it’s gone just as fast as it passed.
“Baby,” Suho says.
Sieun’s stomach drops. He’s in goddamn trouble.
And then Suho pats his thigh. “Come here.”
Oh fuck.
The booth goes dead silent. Even over the music pounding in the background, Sieun hears the way Juntae gasps out loud.
Seongje freezes beside him.
“Do you know him?” Seongje asks.
Sieun doesn’t answer. He can’t. His mouth opens but nothing comes out.
Suho’s gaze never wavered. “His boyfriend,” he answers simply.
What?
Seongje lets out a low scoff and finally drops his hand from Sieun’s waist.
“Didn’t know some boyfriends let their pretty things wander off like that,” he says sharply. His smirk is condescending and then he just shakes his head and walks away to slip back into the crowd.
“Sieun,” Suho repeats. His hand pats his thigh again. “Come.”
The next thing he knows, he’s been summoned by something more profound than critical fucking thinking. He doesn’t even think about it, his body just obeys. He slides into Suho’s lap, his knees pressing into the seat with his arms slowly finding Suho’s shoulders. The man's warmth immediately surrounds him.
Their friends gape for a whole ten seconds and then one by one they silently excuse themselves and turns to the dance floor, clearly deciding to leave the two alone.
Sieun can’t think straight. His pulse is still high. His head is spinning. But Suho wraps an arm around his waist without hesitation, pulling him flush to his chest.
“Did you have fun?” Suho asks against his ear.
Sieun doesn’t answer. He just nuzzles into Suho’s neck as an apology.
“Wanna go home?”
Sieun nods. “Mhm.”
The crowd is even thicker on their way out. Bodies humping onto each other and couples practically eating each other’s faces. Suho keeps an arm around Sieun’s waist the whole walk so he doesn’t stumble and Sieun keeps his eyes down so the strobes don’t blind him.
Inside Suho’s car, Sieun just shuts his eyes and lets Suho handle everything: buckling his seatbelt, tipping a bottle of water to his lips, making sure he drinks. When the cap clicks shut, Suho’s other hand settles squarely on Sieun’s bare thigh.
Sieun squeezes his eyes tighter and swallows a shaky breath.
Suho doesn’t move that hand for the entire drive. He pets, squeezes, drags his thumb up and down at every inch of exposed skin—shorts be damned. Each slow pass makes Sieun’s muscles twitch. He wants to squirm but Suho’s palm is holding him in place.
He’s in trouble. He can feel it.
Why the hell did Suho call him boyfriend back there? They’ve never talked about that. Ever.
Sure, Sieun likes the idea. Loves it even. But he hates feeling like he’s being played. A part of him is two seconds from throwing himself out the window just to cool off.
He should say something.
“Why did you say that?”
“Don’t mess with me.”
“If you don’t mean it, don’t pretend.”
But he can’t. Because there’s a stupid side of him that wants to believe it. That wants it to be true. That wants to crawl into Suho’s lap and kiss him breathless and be his for real. Not just a late-night craving or some sort of one-time fucking.
He tries not to look too obviously affected by how Suho’s fingers are grazing the inside of his thigh. His voice is small when he finally speaks.
“Why did you say that?” he whispers.
He waits for an answer.
“I didn’t like the way he was touching you,” Suho finally says.
“That doesn’t answer my question,”
Suho exhales. “Because it’s true.”
Sieun’s eyes snap open.
“What?”
Suho looks at him briefly. “It’s true,” he says again. “Even if we haven’t said it out loud. You’re mine.”
Sieun stares and his pulse going insane. What the fuck. What the fuck.
“You know it yourself,” Suho adds. “I take care of you. You call me when you’re lonely. You let me touch you, kiss you, taste you. Who else do you do that with?”
No one. That’s the answer. No one else.
“I’m not a fucking toy, Suho,” he says quietly.
“I know,” Suho replies. “You’re not. You’re mine. That’s different.”
Sieun breathes shakily. He’s giving up. Whatever. He’s just gonna shut up and let Suho take him wherever he wants.
His cheeks are burning like spoiled fucking peaches. He feels giddy and he wants to smile but he doesn’t want to do that when Suho is near. Suho would definitely talk about that more—what their real score is. Being Suho’s boyfriend sounds good and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested.
Sieun wants to be clear-headed for this. But he also wants to kiss Suho so fucking bad. He’s burning for it. He wants to go home with him, sit on his lap again, fall apart in his hands. Because Sieun is his.
As expected, they go back to Suho’s apartment. His place is bigger. His bed is too. Suho opens the door and lets him in like always and Sieun goes straight to the bed and flops down. He sighs, curling in on himself.
“I’ll set out something comfy. Go shower and get some rest—you need it.”
Sieun just rolls his eyes. No, what he needs is something else entirely. But he’s too wiped to argue, so he only hums in reply. Suho drops a folded change of clothes on the bed then slips out of the room.
Fine. Shower first, talk later.
The hot water does help clear his head; by the time he’s finished, the world has quit spinning. He throws on the clothes Suho left, definitely Suho-sized, hanging loose on his frame. He rakes a hand through damp hair and pads back toward the bedroom.
Before settling in, he pokes his head into the living room. Suho is hunched over his laptop, fingers flying and eyes glued to the screen. Whatever he’s working on looks intense, he doesn’t even notice Sieun standing there.
Guess tonight’s heart-to-heart isn’t happening.
With a small pout, Sieun flops onto the bed.
He’s out cold in less than ten minutes.
He wakes up with his throat aching. He needs fucking water. Shit.
Sieun reaches for his phone on the nightstand and immediately notices that Suho is not beside him. What time is it? Why isn’t Suho on the bed yet?
The phone lights up and shows 1 a.m.
The boy groans to himself and against all his will, he stands up to get himself some water. His legs are wobbly as he walks to the kitchen, and once again, Suho doesn’t notice him moving around the place.
This is bullshit.
He chugs water straight from the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His head’s clear now, and one thing’s certain. He needs Suho to fucking look at him.
He walks to the man with a frown and closes his laptop.
He climbs onto his throne (Suho’s lap, by the way) and glares at him. Suho just blinks in confusion.
“We need to talk,” Sieun announces.
“About?” Suho’s hands settle on his thighs on both sides, caressing them.
“About what you said.”
“That you’re mine?” Suho tilts his head.
Sieun clears his throat and tries not to look too flushed. “Yes.”
“Do you disagree?” Suho asks with a smug look.
The boy bites his lip. His pride won’t let him speak, he just wants Suho to do all the work or something.
Suho raises his right hand and thumbs at the boy’s lower lip to stop him from biting too hard.
“You’ll hurt yourself, babe.”
Sieun lets out a short breath in disbelief. Why does this motherfucker always catch him off guard?
Suho eventually notices the boy’s dilemma and gives him grace. He does the one move he knows always calms Sieun down, running his fingers gently through his hair. The results are immediate. Sieun visibly relaxes.
“Baby, ask me anything. I’ll answer it all,” Suho encourages.
Sieun looks up at him, trying his best to form the right words.
“You said we’re boyfriends,” he says.
“Mhm. I did.”
“Is that true?”
“Do you want it to be true?”
Sieun clicks his tongue and frowns even more. “You said you’d answer anything.”
Suho chuckles. “Sorry, baby. Yeah. I do want it to be true if that’s something you want too. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. We can forget I said it if that makes you feel safer. I’m all yours—whatever you want.”
Sieun’s ears go red. Holy shit. This feels like they’re two awkward teenagers confessing after school or inside an empty classroom. It’s cheesy. But also kind of warm in his chest.
Sieun likes it.
“I—” he starts. “I think I want to.”
“You think so?” Suho tilts his head and smiles.
Sieun nods.
“Can I kiss you then?”
The boy looks at him in the eye with his pretty, glassy eyes and hums in agreement.
With that, Suho kisses him gently. Cupping his face and thumbing his cheekbones. This kiss feels a lot more real than what they did the first time. It’s more raw and open. Sieun lets himself completely melt, literally going limp and opening his mouth the way Suho wants. He’s already letting out small noises because goddamn, this is what he wanted the whole time. Why did he even have to go to the club?
It’s right in front of him. The very object of his desires and horny thoughts.
Suho’s kisses climb down to his neck and Sieun willingly tilts it to give him more space to nip on. The man’s hand grips the neckline of his shirt and yanks it down to his shoulders to suck hard on the bottom of his neck.
Sieun whines as he feels the teeth sink in, Suho obviously marking him up. He licks it after it forms an obvious bruise that would probably last for a week. He continues kissing along his exposed collarbone and shoulder, then to the other side of his neck. This time, he marks higher, sucking hard. And then on the other side. And again.
“All mine,” Suho whispers and licks over the bruises he made.
Sieun would have to wear turtlenecks. Absolutely.
Warmth coils low in his stomach; his cunt already twitching for more. It’s 1 a.m., the room’s chilly, and his boyfriend keeps branding him up. If Suho doesn’t step up, Sieun swears he’ll cry from sheer need.
He fists Suho’s shirt. “We need to— I want more.”
Suho just smirks against his throat, gives the bruise one last slow lick, then lifts his gaze.
“Can I eat you out?” Straight-up to business.
Sieun can’t trust his own voice so he just nods, cheeks hot. Pussy clenching hard at the promise in Suho’s tone. In one swift motion Suho hauls him up and lays him flat on the table. Shirts go flying—Sieun’s first, then Suho’s. Suho does a rough rake of fingers through his dark hair, like the man’s psyching himself up to dive deep.
Sieun’s eyes roam greedily; broad shoulders, carved abs, the thick length already swelling in Suho’s sweats. He needs every inch of him, right now.
Suho starts slow. Soft kisses splashed across Sieun’s chest then a sharp nip to one nipple. His tongue circles, sucks, then bites.
A broken whimper tears from Sieun’s throat. His back arches and thighs fall open wider to grind for any hint of friction. Suho’s free hand slides down, palms the inside of a trembling thigh, holding him in place but giving nothing yet.
“Look at me,” Suho murmurs against his skin. The rasp in his voice sends a shock straight to Sieun’s core.
Sieun forces his eyes open. Suho’s pupils are blown, raw want etched on his face but he’s still taking his time, hot breath ghosting lower… lower… until it fans right over slick heat, making Sieun jerk.
“Suho— please.”
That cracks whatever restraint is left. Suho hooks two fingers under the waistband of Sieun’s shorts, drags them down with lips never leaving skin. The cool air hits his wetness and Sieun whines, hips chasing Suho’s mouth.
“Pretty,” Suho mutters and finally—his tongue presses in. Flat-tongued lick from slit to clit. Sieun’s whole body shudders.
He can’t decide whether to grab the edge of the table or tangle in Suho’s hair, so he does both which makes his knuckles white. Every lazy flick of Suho’s tongue turns hungrier. Just building pressure until Sieun’s thighs are trembling.
“So good, fuck,” Suho mutters as he kneels between Sieun’s legs. He dips his head and licks a slow stripe under Sieun’s cunt, tongue heavy with spit. Sieun lets out a quiet sound, hips twitching and trying not to beg too soon.
Suho presses a soft, filthy kiss to his clit then just stays there, breathing against him, watching the way Sieun’s body reacts. Suho laps at him again slower, his tongue dragging wet and warm across Sieun’s folds. He shifts, sucks gently on his clit, then licks lower, tasting the slick leaking out of him.
The sound Suho makes is obscene like Sieun tastes too good to handle. Sieun groans, tightening his grip on Suho’s hair, grinding up against his face. He can’t help it. It’s too much. Suho hums against him in approval, and the vibration alone makes Sieun shake.
Then, the man grabs the back of Sieun’s thighs and hikes them up, folding Sieun’s knees closer to his chest. He spreads him wide to bare everything, to expose every slick corner of him. Sieun’s face burns. The position’s filthy, way too open and it makes him feel like Suho can see everything. Taste everything. His whole body pulses.
Suho wastes no time. His tongue flattening out and dragging slow and deep from his hole to his clit, licking into every fold, every corner, every part of Sieun to own him up. Because this is all his. Only for him to taste.
Then, without warning, he spears his tongue inside, pushing deep, fucking him with slow and warm thrusts.
Sieun’s breath catches on a ragged cry. His cunt clenches around Suho’s tongue, pleasure hitting white-hot as the wet muscle presses and stroking his walls. He can’t think, can only grind down, chasing it.
“F-fuck— nnh, please—”
Suho thrusts his tongue deeper then seals his lips around Sieun’s clit and sucks hard while still pushing in, tongue and mouth working together. Sieun’s thighs tremble. He’s right there—
Everything snaps.
He comes with a sob and his whole body jerking as he clamps around Suho’s tongue. Slick spilling messily onto Suho’s mouth and chin. His eyes roll back matching the way his back arches. His thighs shaking so hard he almost snapped it harshly on the man’s head. Suho keeps his tongue buried until the aftershocks have Sieun twitching, then finally pulls back.
But he doesn’t move far.
Instead, he lowers his head again and this time pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Sieun’s thigh. Then he opens his mouth and sinks his teeth in, sucking until the bruise blooms dark against pale skin.
Sieun shudders. “Suho—”
Suho just hums against his thigh and bites again on the other side. Then again. Alternating sides, leaving pretty red marks and purple bites in a messy trail, painting Sieun up like he’s Suho’s personal artwork.
“Shit,” Sieun whimpers.
“You’re coming down,” Suho murmurs. “It’s fine. I’m just keeping you open.”
He kisses the space between bruises with tongue running over them and soothing what he just hurt. Then his hand slides up between Sieun’s legs again, fingers gliding through the mess he made.
He sinks one finger inside.
Sieun’s eyes fly open, lips parting in a breathy gasp. His whole body twitches from the sensitivity and tries to jerk away.
Suho smirks. “There you are.”
The stretch is maddening right after coming so hard. His walls flutter helplessly around Suho’s finger and Suho presses in deeper.
Sieun moans, eyes rolling, thighs instinctively trying to close—
Slap.
Suho smacks his swollen cunt.
“Oh my fu—”
“Keep them open,” he commands. “You can take it. Be good.”
Sieun’s thighs shake but he obeys. His pussy twitching from the sudden electric feeling with what Suho just did.
The man slowly pushes in a second finger to stretch him wider. Sieun keens, back arching. It’s unbearable but it feels so fucking good he can’t stop grinding down into it. Suho keeps stroking inside him, rubbing that spot over and over until his leg spasms.
“So sensitive, baby,” Suho whispers as he thumbs over a new bruise on Sieun’s thigh. “Look at you. You’re melting.”
Sieun is. His body’s already building toward another orgasm. Suho hasn’t even fucked him yet.
He’s going insane and loving every second of it.
Sieun can barely breathe and Suho’s not slowing down. Two fingers keep stroking deep until Sieun’s hips are stuttering, trying to run from the pleasure but also chasing it.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” he whispers.
And then he presses in a third finger.
Sieun chokes on a gasp and mouth falling slack. His pussy clamps down hard, and his entire body jolts.
“Suho—” he cries.
Suho curls all three fingers deep inside and starts working them slowly. Twisting and pressing until he finds that exact spot that makes Sieun’s head spin. His free hand holds one trembling thigh open and when Sieun tries to squirm, to close his legs again—
Slap. Another sharp smack to his cunt.
“You’re gonna take it,” Suho growls. Not hiding how hard he’s breathing. “You look so fucking good like this—so full.”
He angles his wrist and curls his fingers.
Sieun breaks.
A sob rips from his throat as his orgasm hits hard and fast. His thighs clamp around Suho’s wrist, his whole body trembling and soaked, pussy pulsing desperately around the fingers still inside.
“Fuck—fuck, It’s so much—” he moans high and messy.
Suho doesn't stop. He fucks him through it, lips parted as he watches Sieun unravel completely.
“Yeah,” Suho licks his lips. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Sieun is twitching, skin flushed and sticky with sweat. This man just ate him out on the fucking dining table and stretched him out with his thick fingers. His thighs are marked up and shaking when Suho finally eases out. The emptiness makes him whimper even though his whole body feels like it’s still buzzing from the aftershocks.
“Easy,” Suho murmurs as he leans down to kiss his shoulder, his hand smoothing down Sieun’s thigh. “You’re a pretty mess.”
He scoops him up in one move, arms under the knees and back, and carries him to the bed. His hands are gentle even though he literally just slapped Sieun’s pussy ten seconds ago. Sieun’s too dazed to say anything but the second Suho lays him down on the sheets, he notices.
Suho’s hard.
Thick. Dick pressing up against the fabric all neglected while he focused entirely on wrecking Sieun. And now Sieun can’t look away.
His body’s aching, overstimmed, wet, used, but the moment he sees Suho standing there over him, shirtless and sweaty, dick straining against his waistband—
He wants more.
Suho notices. His gaze drops to Sieun’s legs and on his puffy cunt, still spread open, twitching slightly from the sensitivity. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he reaches for a towel on the bedside like he’s really about to just clean him up and let it end there.
Sieun’s hand shoots out and grabs his wrist.
Suho looks down at him. His eyes flick to Sieun’s mouth, his throat, his bare chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. Then, Sieun’s gaze drops again. To the chubbed up bulge between Suho’s legs. His throat bobs. His voice is wrecked when he finally speaks.
“You’re hard.”
Suho’s lip twitches. He leans down, bracing one arm on the mattress beside Sieun’s head. His body radiates heat. “And you just came twice.”
Sieun doesn’t look away. “So?”
Suho breathes out slowly through his nose. His hand slips down, brushes over Sieun’s thigh and slightly grazing where he's still slick and open.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m not telling you to be gentle.”
Suho laughs with a sharp exhale against Sieun’s skin. “You want my cock even now?”
Sieun nods once.
Suho curses softly and leans down to kiss him. This boy is going to be the death of him. The man looks down, dragging his thumb between Sieun’s legs and sliding through the slick still dripping out of him. He pulls his hand back, fingers shiny with cum and spit and presses them into Sieun’s mouth.
“Open.”
Sieun obeys, dizzy, tongue curling around Suho’s fingers. He sucks slow, lashes fluttering, eyes pinned on Suho the whole time. The man growls and yanks his hand back before he loses it.
“No fucking point in lube when you’re this wet.”
He pulls his sweats down, cock springing out heavy and hard already wet at the tip. Sieun stares and spreads his legs without needing to be told. Cunt twitching like it’s begging to be filled. Suho’s dick is so fucking big he’s both worried and salivating.
Suho strokes himself slow, heavy in his hand, eyes locked on Sieun’s soaked and trembling cunt. His brows furrow like he’s trying to rein himself in. He leans forward, kisses Sieun’s forehead, then mutters, “I need to get a condom—”
“No,” Sieun says quickly. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean.”
Suho pauses. “I’m clean too,” he says after a second. “Still—”
Sieun reaches up, cups the back of Suho’s neck with fingers sliding through his hair. He looks him dead in the eye, lips swollen, flushed and ruined already.
“Hyung, please.”
That breaks something in him.
Suho exhales sharply, almost like a growl. He drops the condom idea immediately—grabs Sieun’s thighs and pushes them open wider, tossing his sweats off in one motion.
“Fucking hell, Sieun,” he mutters and dragging his cockhead through the slick mess between his legs. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
Suho lines up but doesn’t push in.
Instead, he drags the head of it up and down, gliding through Sieun’s soaked folds. From his entrance to his clit, down again, then back up. Just coating his cock with everything Sieun's already dripping. He does it again with pressure heavy enough to make Sieun twitch.
Sieun lets out a cracked moan. “I—please.”
He watches the way Sieun’s cunt flutters open around nothing, how his eyes roll back the second Suho drags over his clit again.
“You’re shaking so much, baby,” Suho murmurs.
Sieun gasps, trying to grind up, chasing the friction.
Suho pins his hips down with one hand, still rubbing the head of his cock in slow strokes. Circling and dragging through his folds. He’s watching Sieun unravel for nothing.
He thought he knew what to expect.
Sieun’s seen porn. He knows his own body. He’s fingered himself before to know how it feels when he opens up, how slick he gets when he’s really turned on.
This is nothing like that.
Suho’s on top of him. The head of Suho’s cock is pressed right against his pussy now and it already feels like his whole body is holding its breath.
He’s wet. So wet. He knows that. He can feel how slick and messy he’s gotten and the sheets under his ass embarrassingly damp. Sieun knows it’s going to be big but his brain still isn’t ready for how full he’s about to feel.
“Still okay?” Suho clarifies and Sieun nods, wide eyes locked on the ceiling.
His voice doesn’t want to work. But he gets out a breathless assurance. “Yeah. I want it.”
God. He wants it so bad.
When Suho pushes in slightly, Sieun already forgets how to breathe.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
That’s his cock. That’s really his—inside me—
It stretches more than fingers ever could. It’s not pain. Just pressure. Hot pressure that builds and builds until his whole lower body feels full and open and overwhelmed. Suho’s watching him close. Hand rubbing circles into Sieun’s thigh while the other braced beside his head as he eases in another inch.
Sieun can’t speak. His mouth is open but no sound is coming out.
He doesn’t know how to describe it. It’s like being split open and melted at the same time. Like something inside him is being pulled with pleasure, his body has never been used like this and loves it. Suho just kept pushing in while mumbling praises to make Sieun relax more. It does work a whole lot and Sieun didn’t notice how far Suho has gotten already because he’s so fucking wet.
And then— Suho bottoms out.
All the way.
Balls pressed to Sieun’s ass, cock buried deep in his pussy and heat radiating through every inch of his insides like a fuse just got lit.
And that’s all it takes.
Sieun comes.
So suddenly. No other signs and just a sudden shock all over his body.
His pussy clamps down so tight it pulls a gasp out of Suho, his whole body seizing up as a soft orgasm detonates through him. Suho didn’t even fucking move yet.
His toes curl with fingers gripping the sheets. His vision whites out, or blacks out, he’s not sure anymore. There’s a wet, messy squelch as his cunt clenches around Suho’s cock and he feels the aftershocks electrify through his belly.
He’s never felt anything like this. Never knew he could feel anything like this.
He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until Suho kisses his temple and whispers, “Sieun—? Baby, did you just come?”
Sieun tries to nod. “I— I didn’t mean to— I just— I couldn’t stop it—”
“You don’t have to explain,” Suho says. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sieun’s face burns. His legs are still shaking. Suho hadn’t even moved. That was the part that broke Sieun’s mind the most.
He hadn’t even fucked him yet. He was just inside. Just fully, completely inside, and it felt so big and hot and deep and right that Sieun came like a lightning bolt cracked him open.
His body trembles beneath Suho’s weight. His pussy’s pulsing around Suho’s cock. His back arches, spine lifting off the bed as the orgasm comes after him.
Suho hasn’t moved. He’s just hovering above him as his chest rises and falls in uneven gasps, eyes locked on Sieun because he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
Suho breathes, “Fuck, you really came.”
Sieun nods weakly. “Still— still c-coming—”
He is. His pussy’s fluttering uncontrollably and muscles tightening again and again around Suho’s cock like he’s never going to stop. The way Suho fits inside him so perfectly.
“Holy fuck,” Suho’s voice gone completely wrecked. “You’re still squeezing me. Baby—fuck—your pussy’s milking my cock.”
Sieun whimpers and hides his face in his hands. He can’t believe Suho’s still talking like that when he feels like his soul’s leaving his body. But it makes his cunt clench even harder.
“Oh, you like that?” Suho breathes. “You like hearing me talk about this perfect fucking pussy?”
Sieun moans again.
“So good for me, baby. You’re so good. Taking me so deep. Making such a mess.”
Suho shifts his hips just the tiniest bit. Not pulling out and just letting his cock throb inside that soaking heat and it drags against Sieun’s walls.
“I can feel it,” Suho whispers. “Every time you clench around me, it’s like you don't wanna let go.”
Sieun’s fingers claw at his shoulders. “I—can’t help it—Suho, it’s—too much, it’s—”
“Shhh. I know, baby. I know.”
He waits. Lets Sieun shake it out, lets the aftershocks slow down, lets his breathing come back. He kisses him softly and he keeps whispering things like “So proud of you” and “Didn’t know it could feel this good, huh?” while his cock stays sheathed deep inside.
And when Sieun finally nods and whispers, “You can move now…”—Suho does.
Just once. A slow drag and pull out to the tip, until Sieun can feel every inch of slick stretch slide out of him—
And then back in.
Schlick.
The sound is filthy. Sieun gasps, eyes wide as his pussy clenches all over again, slick squelching around Suho’s cock as he bottoms out in one smooth stroke.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Suho starts thrusting slowly and the noise is nonstop. His cock glides through arousal like it’s drowning in it and every movement pushes slick out around the base, dripping down Sieun’s ass, making the sheets wetter with every roll of Suho’s hips.
Sieun feels his brain splinter.
“You hear that?” Suho grits out while fucking into him. “That’s you, baby. That’s what you do to me.”
Every stroke sounds obscene. It’s fucking gushing, a mess of spit and slick and leftover orgasm that makes it sound like Suho’s fucking into a soaked peach, like it’s a sex scene from a porno turned up too on a high volume.
Sieun loves it.
He loves it.
Every drag of Suho’s cock against his walls makes him whimper and makes him feel like he’s being kissed from the inside out.
He’s not even sure if he’s breathing.
Sieun’s mouth is open, gasping little exhales that aren’t even words anymore. His eyes are fluttering and almost rolled back. He can see Suho above him and an expression tight with control but everything is starting to blur.
His brain is… gone.
He’s not thinking about how he looks, or what noises he’s making, or what he should be doing. He’s not doing anything, really. He’s just… being.
Being fucked. Being taken care of.
Being filled.
Letting go.
Suho’s cock is still fucking him open with every stroke and all he can do is lie there and become pliant to take it. Suho leans down and kisses his temple, his cheek, the side of his jaw. His voice is so gentle even though his thrusts are getting rougher.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So good for me. Letting me in like this.”
Sieun moans softly, a breath caught on the edge of another orgasm just from the sound of Suho’s voice.
“You feel what your pussy’s doing?” Suho whispers. “It’s sucking me in, princess.”
Sieun whimpers, and a tear slips down his cheek. Suho shifts, grabs the backs of his thighs and starts pushing them up.
At first, Sieun doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s too gone to process. But Suho hooks his arms around his thighs and folds him in half, presses his knees up by his chest, spreading him wide and open and completely vulnerable.
Suho fucks back in.
All the way.
“Hah—!” Sieun cries out, head snapping back against the pillow. It hits somewhere new. Somewhere dangerous. Like Suho’s cock just punched straight into his stomach.
The noise that comes out of him isn’t even a moan. It’s a sob.
Suho freezes instantly. “Baby—?”
But Sieun grabs for him because no, don’t stop, please don’t stop, even if he can’t say it.
His mouth is still open and tears running now because it’s just too good. The angle. The pressure. The stretch. His pussy is soaked, squelching louder than ever with every slow thrust, the sound of it echoing in the room.
Suho doesn’t ask again. He just presses closer and drives back in. Every thrust is harder already. Suho’s breathing roughly and his forehead pressed to Sieun’s shoulder.
“Fuck—this pussy’s perfect,” he groans. “You hear that? Hear how wet you are for me?”
Sieun can’t even nod. He’s crying now. From being so full. From feeling like his body is owned by this. He’s being folded in half and fucked open and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
“Hyung—fuck, I’m gonna—” Sieun gasps.
Suho shoves in deeper, rolls his hips just right, thumb finding his clit and rubbing tight circles. “My princess,”
Sieun shatters.
His back arches. Mouth falling open in a scream that never fully leaves his throat. His cunt clenches hard, milking him through his orgasm. Slick gushes out of him, squirting, dripping onto the sheets, his entire body twitching uncontrollably as he sobs through it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Suho snarls.
He buries himself deep one last time and comes with a growl, cock twitching inside, spilling everything raw into Sieun’s still-clenching heat. His whole body shudders with one arm locking tight around Sieun’s waist like he needs to hold him down while he empties himself.
They stay like that. Pressed together.
Suho’s forehead drops to Sieun’s collarbone, both of them wet with sweat, legs tangled, breathing like they’ve run ten miles. His cock is still twitching inside.
When Suho finally pulls out, it’s another overwhelming feeling but just as intense. His cum leaks out of Sieun slowly and it makes Sieun’s body clench around the emptiness. Makes him feel owned. There’s something fucked-up about it.
Suho stares for a moment, watching the slow drip of his cum from between Sieun’s thighs like he can’t believe it either. His thumb brushes over the mess.
“Suho,” Sieun whispers.
He wants to say something, about how he feels but the words won’t come out right. He just looks up at him.
Suho’s pupils are blown wide. He looks like everything Sieun’s ever wanted.
They lie there a while and breaths slowly syncing. But Suho doesn’t let him drift off just yet.
He adjusts carefully, pressing a kiss to Sieun’s temple. “Be right back, baby,” he whispers.
Sieun hums. Suho moves around the room quietly, pulls on his sweats, grabs a clean towel to gently pat between Sieun’s legs one more time. He heads to the kitchen and comes back with a cold bottle of water and a warm one, not sure which Sieun would want.
He sits back on the edge of the bed and brushes hair from Sieun’s forehead. “Hey, sweetheart. Wake up for a second.”
Sieun blinks blearily. “Mm?”
“Water.” Suho opens the bottle and presses it to his lips. “Just a little.”
Sieun drinks obediently with hands shakily lifting to hold the bottle. When he’s had enough, Suho sets it down and pulls the blankets up over them both and tucking him in.
Sieun’s out before Suho even lies back down. Suho watches him. The bruises along his neck and thighs that are already beginning to darken. He runs his fingers through Sieun’s damp hair and leans down to kiss his cheek.
“You’re perfect,” Suho whispers. “I’m yours.”
He kisses the corner of Sieun’s mouth.
“Mine.”
One more kiss. He presses their foreheads together then says it, meant only for the night to keep.
“I love you.”
Sieun, already gone, smiles in his sleep.
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