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“Youngjae-ah,” he says calmly, at just the right tone that always always made Eric keen. If he could think straight right now, he would have answered, but Sunwoo was just too good at making him not think sometimes. Instead, he whines low in his throat as he drools onto the sheets, voice too hoarse to say anything coherent and body already too sore to give a physical reaction. “Not gonna talk?”
Eric gulps, opening his mouth a few times, blinking himself awake and up as he tries to remember what’s happening. A heavy presence at his back, a grip at his waist, the wetness between his legs, and the handle of a leather leash binding his wrists together.
(“Be mean to me,” he says. And Sunwoo looks up from his phone with a confused glint in his eyes.
“You’re the worst rapper between us–”
“In bed, I mean,” Eric says, and he can see the way Sunwoo’s eyes had lit up in understanding at the implication– no, the explicit request from the younger. “I want you to like, really be mean. I want to feel it.”
Sunwoo smiled, cheeky and wide with his brows furrowed as if asking where the request came from. But knowing Sunwoo, he probably already had a few guesses that were close to the answer. He was smart like that, in the sense that he just got Eric down to the tiniest details.)
When Eric doesn’t immediately answer, Sunwoo knows he finally has him beaten down. He only had so much energy in him, and it helped that they were so busy in the morning that Eric wouldn’t be able to preserve even a little bit.
“All I have to do is fuck you a few times to get you to shut that fucking mouth, huh?” Sunwoo spits, the hand he had on Eric’s waist was now climbing over his spine, until it settled at his nape. It was hovering there, not really touching his neck, but ghosting over it just close enough to let Eric know that Sunwoo was there. Just to let him know that one more act of disobedience had immediate consequences. “Just fuck you stupid, like the cunt you are.”
Sunwoo was already all the way in, bottomed out. And his balls were already skin-to-skin with the skin on Eric’s ass. He was just a few centimeters off from Eric’s eagerly waiting prostate, just– another thrust and he’d have hit it, made Eric arch and moan out of his mind. Oh, how Eric wished he could just push back right now, rub himself on Sunwoo and just– do it for him. Give himself that pleasure.
Except Sunwoo didn’t move, even when Eric’s shoulders were hunched, back was arched, legs were spread; it was as if he was refusing to give him that satisfaction. Eric felt Sunwoo smirking at the sight of him, shaking and pathetic and under his mercy. The thought of it had Eric pressing his swollen chest deeper onto the bed, while raising his bruised hips higher as if it were an offering.
Sunwoo hums, his other hand molding the skin of Eric’s reddened ass, staring at the flesh, mesmerized at the spit and bites he had put there a few hours ago—but most of all, the come already drying right over it. One small tap and it already had Eric squirming from the sensitivity. Sunwoo laughs, eyes turning into crescents as his voice drops to a low baritone.
“So fucking tight. I bet you’d let anyone fuck you around just to loosen yourself up.”
Eric shuts his eyes at a harsh slap on his cheek. He turns his face, begging for pity, only to see Sunwoo not even a bit unaffected even after five hours of this madness.
“I- ’m not-”
“You don’t think I see the way you look at them?” Sunwoo cuts him, sharp. His eyebrows are shot upwards, and his eyes glare at Eric. The younger one shakes in his place, flinching at the harsh tone, but his eyes can’t help but look down, right at the red velvet collar around Sunwoo’s neck.
It was strange: the way Eric didn’t have an ounce of power even if it was Sunwoo who had the collar around his throat. It was like being given medicine in the shape of candy, an illusion of some sort that made someone who walked by think that Eric had at least some influence over it–
Be serious, Eric breaks a sweat, hiccuping on his own cough when he feels another snap of hips, and another wave washes over him. Look at yourself.
If someone had walked by right now, they would know that Eric never had that power in him in the first place. He may have the leash but he’ll never be the one to pull at it as he pleases.
Like other times, Sunwoo’s quick to notice Eric’s distraction. He laughs as he leans forward, the hand on Eric’s nape now closing in on it.
“Eric,” he whispers, the searing breath hitting the back of Eric’s neck made every nerve jump. “The only reason why I’m the one in this is because no one wants to fuck a freak.”
(“Don’t stop.”
Sunwoo pressed his mouth to a thin line, “Eric–”
“Trust me, it like– turns me on. I-I don’t know!” The words have him embarrassed, turning him pink at the mere thought of Sunwoo fucking him dry without ever considering Eric’s pleas. It was a fantasy that began taking place a few years ago, when Sunwoo had yet to learn self-control when in contact with Eric’s compliant body. He’d touch him in busy hallways, or look at him across crowded rooms, and be a bit harsh; but he’d always pull back a bit. What he couldn’t do, he’d say, and well, it gave Eric a few ideas.
And Eric liked it: the thought of Sunwoo unrestrained. It had him thinking about it a few times in the nights where the only thing keeping him company were his hand and a pillow over his mouth.
“Just keep fucking me. Even if I faint or something, wake me up with your dick.”
Sunwoo sneers, “You want to be a fleshlight, is that it?”
Eric groans, as if he’s just said the dumbest thing ever.
“Make me a fucktoy, I don’t care, just–” he stumbles over to Sunwoo, landing over his lap while smiling innocently as he speaks, “Be mean to me. I can handle it. Kind of a freak myself, remember?”)
“Thirsty for some cock, Eric?”
And then his fingers are pressing against the side of Eric’s neck while he’s punching his dick back in, careless and unforgiving. Eric could have sworn he saw stars. He’s already far too gone to close his mouth and bite back the moans and whimpers slipping between his lips.
Sunwoo set a ruthless pace, one that had Eric choking on every other breath he took. A thrust, and his breath hitches. He pulls out and Eric feels like he’s suffocating again. He could do nothing but take every squeeze and thrust and obscenity dripping from Sunwoo’s lips.
A particularly sharp thrust has Eric wailing and gripping at the leather strap in his hands, not to pull Sunwoo’s leash but just to hold onto something. He clutches it in his hands tight enough to make it press against the skin of his palm. Then, Sunwoo hits his prostate straight on, making Eric keen and sputter and coil together.
The action accidentally tugged Sunwoo forward by the leash, throwing him off balance at the sudden pull, making him land right over Eric’s back. He crashes into him, punching a breath out of the younger beneath him.
A shower of relief washes over Eric, but it immediately turns into a bucket of cold water when he realizes what he’d done.
(“Let’s set this up properly,” Sunwoo begins, voice soft as he nuzzles against the side of Eric’s head, “Touch yourself, and I won’t touch you for a week. Do anything I don’t like, and I’m leaving you dry. Got it? Good.”)
His heart is pounding in his ears, mouth agape as he stares at the leash binding his wrists together, cursing it, himself, and the stupid goddamn rule Sunwoo had enforced earlier that week.
Sunwoo, on the other hand, was ecstatic. It was exactly as he had wanted—push Eric to his limit until he forgets. Being pulled out of his pre-orgasm rut like that, throwing him off his game, making Eric sob so quietly at the realization of what he’d done– god, it got him harder.
He chuckles, right against the shell of Eric’s ear, while his hands crawl over from Eric’s thin waist to his shoulders, then up his arms until he’s holding Eric’s wrist together. Sunwoo could feel the way Eric was shaking at the sinking realization; not only did he make Sunwoo stop, but he retaliated.
Eric’s so close to tears at that point, jaw dropped as he shivered at the featherlike touches that pried the handle from his hands.
“Sun– Sunwoo,” he hiccups, lip quivering as Sunwoo lifts himself off Eric’s back. “I didn’t mean to. I’m– I’m so–”
“God, you really are stupid.” Sunwoo presses a harsh kiss onto Eric’s neck. If it were his hand, Eric’s sure bruises would have formed right over it. Sunwoo leans back onto his heels, the handle of his leash in his hands, mocking Eric for being so dumb so as to not do anything with it. “Finally remembered you had this? Don’t tell me I have to teach you how to use this again.”
Eric shivers at the careless tone. It was so easy for Sunwoo to sound like fucking Eric out of his mind was just a pass time, a weekend hobby, a forgettable experience with a desperate little thing he could just slide his cock into. What’s worse was that Eric couldn’t find it in himself to mind it, not when his heart was pounding in his ears as his weeping cock leaked untouched between his spread legs.
Sunwoo pulled him up by the neck, wrapping the leash around him once. And for some reason Eric’s body reacts before his mind does, as if he knew what was going to happen.
“Come on, Eric. Be smart, yeah?”
Eric blinks.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
“S-S’woo–”
“You can’t just be a slut all the time. You have to use that pretty head of yours too, you know?”
“Wait- Wait, Sun–”
“You have to tug on it like this–”
His breath was cut out so quick it had him yelling from the panic seizing over him. The tightness of the leash around his neck had him thrashing in Sunwoo’s grip around his torso. He didn’t even realize he was being forced upright until it hurt how he was no longer bent forward, the blood rushing over his body from his head.
The new position had him putty in Sunwoo’s hands, practically bent backwards from the force of Sunwoo pulling on his leash. His head was lolling back onto the crevice of Sunwoo’s shoulder, his hands were clawing at the leash tied around his neck, trying to pull it off. And Sunwoo– Kim fucking Sunwoo just kept going.
His pace had returned to relentlessness as he snapped his hips into Eric’s tight, little ass. The sound of skin slapping onto each other was obscene alongside the squelches of cum and lube dripping between their bodies. What spurred Sunwoo on more, however, was the sound of Eric mewling so high and uncontrollably that it would be a miracle if no one heard it and got turned on.
We should try porn, Sunwoo thinks, letting go of the leash to wrap his arms around Eric’s torso to pound his dick harder, deeper, and faster into Eric’s hole.
(Sunwoo clicks his tongue, “Fine.”
“Okay?” Eric beams, a sudden burst of energy coursing through him as he heard those words. “You’ll do it? You promise?”
“Yeah, yeah. Anything for you.” Sunwoo laughs, pulling Eric from the ground and onto his lap to hug him properly. How could he say no when Eric was so eager about this? It would be the end of the world before Sunwoo had said no to Eric when he begged like that, because there was probably never a time when he had easily told him no. “You want it to be a surprise, or what?”
“Sure. Surprise me.” Eric nods, pressing his forehead against Sunwoo’s as kisses him on the eyes, then the nose, then on his cheek until he kisses him square on the lips. Sweet and slow. “I’ll even let you add your theatrical flare to it.”
Sunwoo snickered, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Eric smiles, “You know, you talk a lot during sex,” he says, recalling the memory, “One time, you said you’d fuck me so good I’d wish I could mother your children–”
Sunwoo turns red, “You’re so fucking obnoxious–”
“No– hey, no! I got turned on, you know?! I like it when you talk to me like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Boss me around and– oh, we could even try that, too!”)
“Take it,” he whispers, biting on the lobe of Eric's ear as he plunges deep inside before pulling out then slamming all the way in. “Be good for once, and take it.”
It felt like being squeezed so tight that everything was closing up. He clenched down on Sunwoo’s pistoning dick as garbled moans were punched out of him. His hands were gripping onto Sunwoo’s forearm, the only thing keeping him up as he began feeling lightheaded.
Drool and tears were streaking down his reddening cheeks by the time Sunwoo had released the leash, but he didn’t feel any less breathless even as he felt Sunwoo faltering. He was close, he could tell by the way Sunwoo held him in place to keep Eric from moving. Another load to add.
His knees were about to give up, thighs already aching from having to keep his ass up for so long. His chest felt sticky and his wrists were rubbed red. His cheeks would probably be bruised tomorrow, and his dick would still be leaking in his sleep—but fuck, did it feel so fucking good.
He felt drunk by this point. His eyes were unfocused, and he couldn’t even control the tears from falling. He needed to go, and he needed to go quickly. So Eric throws his head back, whining as he rubs his ass back to meet Sunwoo’s dick.
“Sunwoo, let me– touch me, let me touch you.”
I’ll be good, please, he begs in his mind and whines with his mouth as he pulls one of Sunwoo’s hands down to rub on his dick, all while cradling Sunwoo’s face to call him for a kiss. Eric kitten licks against Sunwoo’s lips, eyes begging for reciprocation.
“Sun- please- please, please, please.” Eric nearly cries when Sunwoo turns away, simply staring down at Eric’s pathetic attempt at getting any sort of affection from him. It has him whimpering higher as he tries to kiss him again, arching back against Sunwoo’s chest, and pecking and begging for Sunwoo to kiss him back. “I- ah! I’m yours, I’m yours, Sunwoo. I’ll be good, please–”
“Really?” Sunwoo deadpans.
He was getting closer, nearly on the edge of relief as Sunwoo slowed to a painful pace, pressing and rubbing against the bundle of nerves that had Eric flinching, “Yes, yes- yes, ‘m yours. I’ll take it. I can take it. I’ll be good for you, please.”
Eric caught his lips, pulling Sunwoo’s head down to keep them locked in place as he shivered from the feeling of Sunwoo pressing into him deep. He does everything Sunwoo taught him; he licks, sucks, he breathes through his nose and bites at Sunwoo’s lips to let him in. After a messy attempt, Eric pulls away to stare at Sunwoo’s reaction.
His face was blank. Contemplating, trying to see where Eric was going with this. Even when their noses were touching, and that string of saliva hung between them, he seemed to be thinking about anything else. It was heartbreaking to see his efforts unmet, even more that Sunwoo was right.
He is desperate.
And then, a smirk bloomed on Sunwoo’s face. Cold, mocking, apathetic. It felt worse than heartbreak.
“You never learn, do you?”
Right then, Sunwoo pulled out then flipped Eric onto his back so quick it had punched the air out of him. He didn’t even realize what was happening as the world kept spinning, until Sunwoo was pressing a firm kiss to his temple while hiking his leg up and over his shoulder. When Eric could finally see what was happening, Sunwoo had already plunged himself deep into Eric’s gaping, wet hole.
One leg was stretched outward, kept in place by Sunwoo’s firm hand on his inner thigh, stretching him wide to let him punch his dick back inside.
And Eric could do nothing but scream and whimper at the pain of Sunwoo’s dick pistoning in and out of his burning ass, already too far gone to be aware of how whorish he sounded. What more, how gorgeous he looked.
Sunwoo couldn’t believe his eyes at the sight of Eric like this: overwhelmed, overworked, hair tussled and lips pink and glossy with drool. But the way his eyes rolled back to his head made it impossible for Sunwoo not to ravage him.
He was practically begging to be fucked stupid.
And then Sunwoo was smacking his lips against Eric’s, biting on the corner and demanding entrance until the younger had just automatically parted his lips at the force of Sunwoo’s tongue against it.
It felt like being on fire.
He was so close, so fucking close that every thrust had him leaking in preparation. Sunwoo’s mouth on him and dick in him had him shaking and feverish, no longer able to control his body from the amount of things going on. He couldn’t wrap his mind around all of this.
And when Eric wraps his arms around Sunwoo’s shoulders, his hands graze against the soft collar around his neck, wishing it to be on him, wishing Sunwoo was tugging his leash next time.
Next time, Eric moans into Sunwoo’s mouth, wrapping his arms around tighter, arching his back as he clenches down on Sunwoo’s cock as the older pulls him flush against him. His own neglected dick was hard and pressing onto Sunwoo’s abdomen, leaking between them. Sunwoo kissed him once, then whispered against his ear.
“Wanna come, Eric?”
Eric nods, eager as he presses his cheek against the side of Sunwoo’s head, arching into his touch and mewling against his ear. Another snap of his hips punches a groan blooming in his throat as Sunwoo bites onto the juncture of his neck. A hand leaves his thigh and grabs onto his twitching hand. Sunwoo makes Eric hold his dick and squeezes his hand over his, making Eric flinch at the tightness of it all.
“Use your words.”
Eric gulps, voice hoarse from overuse before he loosens his hold around his shoulder to look him in the eyes. He shivers when he finally sees the state Sunwoo was in: just as messy, just as desperate as Eric was, just as affected by the other and that wasn’t something he can deny or hide anymore. It made him feel warm inside to know that Sunwoo was burning up because of Eric, so much that he couldn't even pretend anymore.
“Please,” his voice nearly failed him, but he pressed in close so Sunwoo could hear him, see him, feel him. “Wanna come s–so bad. I wanna come on your dick, please, Sunwoo– fuck. Fuck your come in me, Sunwoo, please.”
And Sunwoo almost forgets what role he was supposed to be playing, because god fucking damn it, Eric. He was slipping and yet he still knew exactly how to wrap his pretty finger around Sunwoo. It was instinctual, at this point.
“Yeah?” Sunwoo breathes, body already burning with arousal at the sight, at the feeling of being inside of Eric. He was so fucking close, already overwhelmed, the heat and hours were getting to his head, and the fatigue was stretching over his body.
Sunwoo presses a wet kiss to the side of Eric’s jaw, pace erratic with every aching twitch in his body as he grips onto Eric’s body tighter, adding onto the bruises littered all over his body. He thinks about tomorrow, what that day would turn into after one unassuming look at Eric then anyone could tell what he was up to–
(“You’d like that, wouldn't you?” Sunwoo cackles, finger tapping against the purple patch of skin sitting right below Eric’s left areola. Eric flinched at the touch, then proceeded to slap Sunwoo’s wandering hand away from the opening of his tanktop. “Fucking narcissist.”
He rolls his eyes, digging his elbow deeper into Sunwoo’s abdomen, “Hey, I do not brag like that, by the way.”
“So you admit it, that you show that shit off on purpose,” Sunwoo shoves his arm off, making Eric’s head fall atop his stomach, “and not just because you’re a dumbass that doesn’t realize it?”
Eric blinks at him, a smile already blooming on his lips.
“Then should I cover up?”
“No. Don’t.”
Now it’s Eric’s turn to laugh, “You love seeing it on me more than I do.” He pokes his tongue out. “You’d probably fuck me on stage if you could, wouldn’t you?”
And Sunwoo, for some reason, doesn’t answer aloud. But from the look on his face Eric knows what he would have said.
“We should try porn-”
“Oh my fucking god.”)
–what they were up to.
He could feel his orgasm coming, and so was Eric’s from the way he’d been vibrating beneath him. He was just waiting, as he’d promised. Waiting for permission. And Sunwoo reveled in it.
Eric was good like that: he was good at listening if you shut him up long enough. He obeyed and bent over at every command. Mouthy little cunt, Sunwoo called him, but he was smart and sweet and god, he looked fucking gorgeous.
Sunwoo grabbed him by the nape and fucked into him mercilessly, guiding his head and squeezing his neck ever so often to signal him to respond. Eric couldn’t even think anymore, and had let the pleasure override his senses and move on muscle memory to respond to Sunwoo’s harsh kisses. The hands wrapped around his cockhead squeezed ever so often, too; another pressure to keep him on edge until Sunwoo lets him. He felt cockdrunk, sticky, and way too eager to please than his body could handle.
Sunwoo pulls his face away, looking down at his work once, twice, while Eric’s eyes are closed tight. He rubbed a thumb onto his jaw, nearly cooing at the sight of him blinking the tears away to look at Sunwoo. His dick twitches inside of Eric, brows scrunching together as he feels himself coming.
“Come for me, Eric.”
He fucks into him once, twice, and Eric’s coming undone with a high whimper as he arches into Sunwoo. His dick was spitting ropes of come between them, crying as Sunwoo lightly squeezed the base of his cock with their intertwined hands. Sunwoo forces him down, pressing him onto the bed as he locks their mouths together, forcing Eric to take it. It has Eric lightheaded and breathless.
Another set of thrusts before Sunwoo comes inside him, stuttering in his whines and groans as he fixes Eric’s arms around him to kiss him at a better angle. His touch was burning him alive, and the come dripping into him was searing him. His mind was going into a quiet haywire, like white noise flooding into the sound of wet skin slapping together. Eric didn’t have to see to know the state of his ass because he can feel it and form a mental image of it: gaping and pink, dripping with come and lube and spit, clenching onto Sunwoo’s hard, pumping cock.
It had Eric deflating at finally, finally feeling the pressure leaving him. Relief flooded his senses as he breathed in and out slowly, letting Sunwoo hold him still as his eyelids dropped, slowly.
The fatigue starts to ache, and his body feels like it’s been squeezed dry of everything, no longer letting him think about what to do next. He lets Sunwoo do the work for him as he places Eric’s arms to the side, sliding his hands down to his waist as he sits back on his heels to just stare.
Sunwoo rubs the soreness around Eric’s waist, catching his breath as the younger looked like he was one warm bath towel away from a forty-eight hour sleep. Sunwoo gulps down, sliding Eric’s leg off his shoulder to the side before pulling out with a low grumble.
If he weren’t so tired right now, he would have done something with his dick twitching at the sight of his come spilling out of Eric’s ass. But Eric’s nearly soundless whine tells him that it won’t be a good idea, not right now when he was so close to fucking passing out.
Next time, he thinks, before closing Eric’s legs together to make him lie on his side.
Sunwoo bends down, one hand sliding between Eric’s thighs—not sensual, just there—as the other searches for Eric’s hand. He intertwines them together, and squeezes until Eric responds with a soft, weak squeeze back. He's losing consciousness by the second from the sound of soft sighs leaving his mouth. Sunwoo places a comforting kiss right on Eric’s hip, trailing it to his waist as he whispers.
“You did so good, Eric.” He rubs his thumb over Eric’s knuckles, kissing each one slowly as his other hand squeezes Eric’s inner thigh. “Go to sleep. I’ll take care of you.”