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Suho’s almost certain he’s standing on the edge of insanity.
He's really losing it.
And it's all Humin's fault.
Maybe his slightly disturbed mind has something to do with it? Maybe. But mainly because of Humin.
Because of him and his stupid drunk mouth. Asking everything that comes to mind as soon as the first drop of alcohol wets his tongue. Stupid.
It was late at night when the event that completely destroyed Suho's peace happened. He, Humin, Hyuntak, Juntae, and Sieun were sprawled across the floor of the red-haired boy's room. Empty drinks scattered on the floor indicated how altered they were — or at least how drunk Baku was — while the night air subtly entered through the half-open window.
Suho had his arm casually draped over Sieun's shoulders, the two of them leaning back against the high mattress, listening to Baku babbling nonsense from across the room — which wasn't that far away, since the room was basically a cubicle.
He felt Sieun's head fall lightly on his shoulder, his body automatically freezing in place, not wanting to disturb him. A difficult task with the soft hair tickling his neck, but Suho endures.
Sieun was probably already a little out of it, alcohol had never been his strong suit. Suho knows that. He could always tell when Sieun was even a little tipsy, either from the blush on his cheeks or the way his speech slowed down. He's been a pro at reading Sieun since high school, Suho is almost like a manual on how Sieun works.
"You're good?" Suho asked softly, tilting his face down. From that angle, he could only make out the reddish bridge of Sieun's pretty nose and long eyelashes.
"M'yeah..." It came out hoarse and raspy from his throat.
Suho couldn't help but smile. Cute.
His best friend is so cute.
"Alright, cutie," he pinched the boy's pointed nose lightly with his fingers, smiling even more when he saw the skin wrinkle in response. "Just tell hyung whenever you want to leave, okay?"
"Hmm. Don't pinch me."
And just as Suho was about to respond or pinch his cheek cheekily in response, Humin's loud, deep voice invaded his eardrums. He snorted through his nose before turning back to face airhead 1 and airhead 2 leaning against the wall in front of him.
"Gogo! It's a simple question, c’mon, when was the last time you came so hard you actually saw stars and all the crazy shit?"
Hyuntak looked at him with such contempt that Suho doesn't know how Humin didn't completely disintegrate.
"When I fucked your mother, right here, on this floor."
Humin's huge smile instantly fell, his face closing into a neutral expression, yet it looked oddly funny for someone who always uses a lot of his facial muscles.
"Not cool, Gogo." He complained, but when he turned to face Suho, his drunken smile was already back. Both eyebrows hopping up and down. "What about you, hyung?"
Suho blinked slowly. An indignant smile spread across his face. This little shit.
"I'm not answering that." Humin threw an empty package at him, making Suho laugh and Sieun complain in his arms.
"Not fun either," he grumbled again, but it didn't take long for him to point his finger at the limp, almost unconscious boy in front of him. "And you, Sieun-ah?"
Suho can't see well, but knowing Sieun as he does, he's almost certain that the boy is staring at Baku with a blank look that says little and a lot at the same time.
He won't answer.
Sieun never answers these kinds of drunk and inappropriate questions, especially if they come from Humin—
"There was no last time. I've never had an orgasm."
Someone in the room choked on their own saliva.
Absolute silence. The finger that was pointing at Sieun slowly wilted, while Hyuntak's mouth dropped further with each passing second.
Suho had no reaction. He just stood there. His body petrified, his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek, while his eyes seemed frozen on a specific spot on the stained wall. Suddenly, the skin on his shoulder began to burn where Sieun was leaning.
Sieun. Sieun blinked slowly and confusedly due to the lack of noise in the air. "...Why do you guys look so shocked?"
Humin was the first to take a chance and say something.
"I— well, Sieun-ah, you—don't you think that's a little shocking? Have you never even— like— alone... to yourse—"
"Baku." Suho felt his right eye throb as the conversation progressed. A bad feeling sliding through his stomach at the thought of someone other than him knowing such personal things about Sieun. Of someone imagining — or even just speculating — about Sieun's personal and sexual life like that. "Aren't you being a little too curious now?"
Maybe he sounded a little too harsh, but if even Suho didn't know about Sieun's sex life, why the hell should Humin know?
Sieun shifted in his seat, taking his weight off the other's shoulder, giving Suho a specific look before continuing to speak. That look he always gives Suho when Suho is crossing some line. When he's overdoing it.
He swallows hard and closes his mouth. Okay.
"Yeah, never." Sieun considered for a few seconds, then spoke again. "I mean, it's not like I've never been… horny in my life, I just never... I don't know, I guess I never cared enough to actually do anything about it,"
He shrugged. "I never knew exactly what to do either, so I just ignored it."
Why does he keep talking?
What's gotten into Sieun today? How much did he drink?
Suho felt his cheeks getting hot, and at that moment he wished he had drunk at least one can of beer, so he would have a plausible excuse for the redness on his face.
He couldn't listen to this conversation anymore.
He had to find some way to ignore it.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to escape the intrusive thoughts that were beginning to invade his head without his permission, but honestly, that only made things worse. Images of his best friend — previously so innocent in his eyes — began to appear in the darkness of his mind.
Images that were anything but innocent.
Obscure images of Sieun alone in his bed, breathing heavily and flushed, looking too confused, not knowing what to do with so much exposed flesh, so much sweat, so much wet skin. The illusory scene looked like a poorly filmed movie, Sieun's hand slowly moving down his bare belly, passing his navel, sliding his fingers along the trail of fine hair that led to the wet mess of his—
What the fuck.
His eyes opened at an alarming speed before the images began to become too vivid, too obscene.
What. the. hell.
Suho felt, completely horrified, his cock pulsing in his pants.
He had never felt so dirty, guilty, and aroused at the same time in his entire life.
Sieun is his best friend. Oh my god, what was he thinking—
The sound of the bedroom door opening fortunately snapped him out of his thoughts. He blinked, his senses returning to normal and realizing that the conversation in the room had already changed.
"Guys, I couldn't find the orange juice, but I brought water! What did I miss?" Juntae asked as he closed the door again.
Since that fateful night, Suho has been unable to live normally.
He can no longer see Sieun with the same eyes, and he feels like the worst human being in the world.
What kind of best friend am I?
He’s dying inside. And, ironically, his dick has never been so alive.
Suho doesn't know exactly what the realization that Sieun had never properly touched himself in his life did to his brain chemistry, but something, something, had changed. He has no doubt about that. His body has no doubt about that.
It's almost like something has been unlocked, a part of his mind that was not supposed to be touched has just lit up like fireworks.
His head normally already works like a loop of Yeon Sieun, Yeon Sieun, Yeon Sieun, Yeon Sieun, Yeon Sieun, since he was 17, when the boy appeared in his life and turned it upside down.
But now, in the last few days, it has turned into something more like Yeon Sieun, Yeon Sieun's warm, bare skin, Yeon Sieun's inexperience, Yeon Sieun's hands, Yeon Sieun's hands trying to touch himself—
And that's not only making him feel dirty, but it's making his life much more stressful.
Suho is becoming sexually deprived.
He can no longer jerk off in peace without the sinful images of his best friend entering his bubble of heat. Images that don't exist. That his own filthy mind imagines.
Unrealistic scenarios.
Hypotheses from his head.
Would Sieun be sensitive?
Would he like to be touched?
Would he like to be touched by me?
Would he let me touch him? Touch his body, his—
So, yeah, Suho hasn't come in a few weeks.
He refuses to disrespect Sieun like that.
Suho's fucked up.
Suho is a pervert, a terrible person, a horrible human being.
But even so, when Sieun calls him over to watch something at his house, because he misses him and wants to see him, Suho can't refuse. Because he may be a terrible human being, but being a bad best friend to Sieun is not an option.
Even though he already feels like he's doing a bad job.
Then, with the cold wind from the brightly lit street blowing in his face and the motorcycle engine humming in his ear, Suho can only follow the road to Sieun's house and pray to God that he survives until the end of the night. Without any embarrassment. That's all.
—
"Suho-yah, are you... okay?"
Suho's not. Suho is not okay.
He realized his prayers would definitely not be answered the moment Sieun greeted him at the apartment door. All sleepy and rumpled. Messy bangs on his face, the collar of his oversized shirt slipping off one of his shoulders, and teary eyes from the yawn he had just let out when he opened the door for Suho to enter.
In his normal state of mind, Suho would just look at the scene and think, "cute little guy."
Needless to say, that was definitely not what Suho thought at the time.
At least Sieun's legs were completely covered by the thin fabric of his pajama pants. Suho wouldn't survive seeing so much skin exposed.
Since that one night, Suho can no longer see his best friend's body as he did before.
Of course, he always thought Sieun was handsome. Pretty. The most beautiful eyes he had ever had the pleasure of seeing in his life, a face sculpted by angels, a perfectly shaped mouth. Everything about him is beautiful. Suho always made a point of saying that out loud.
But now... now Suho also finds himself noticing the stunning curve of his waist, the slightly defined muscles of his thighs, the defined part of his collarbone... and worst of all is knowing that all that skin is completely untouched.
Fresh, new skin, probably so unaccustomed to a touch with ulterior motives that it would shiver at the slightest obscene contact—
There he goes again.
Suho won't survive.
He's barely surviving now, with the devilish sight of thick legs bent over the sofa, looking too tight in the soft fabric — he takes back what he said, the pants don't help at all — so close but still so far from where he's sitting next to Sieun.
"Suho?"
Hell.
He chokes, blinking multiple times before returning his gaze to the television screen in front of him, hoping Sieun hadn't noticed anything. At least, not too much.
"Hm—yeah? Sorry, what were you saying?"
Sieun’s frowning.
"I'm asking if you're okay, Suho-yah," it was noticeable in his voice that he was already starting to lose some of his patience. "You're not acting... normal."
Suho’s eyes widen as his head instantly turns back toward Sieun. Did he actually notice?
"What—what do you mean? I'm acting super normal."
"No... you're not." No, he's not.
The space between them on the sofa already shows how uncharacteristically Suho is acting. In what world would Suho choose to sit more than a foot away from Sieun? This isn't right. On a normal day, Suho would already be all over Sieun, smelling his hair and squeezing his shoulders.
But he can't do that now. He's a coward, he admits it.
But it's better to be a coward than to risk getting an erection in front of his best friend. His untouched best friend. His best friend who has never experienced the pleasure of being touched in his life. Not even the pleasure of touching himself—
"You've been acting weird since..." Sieun narrows his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing even more as if he really wants to understand, his knees touching his chest fidgeting. "Is it because of what I said that day? At Baku's house? You think it's weird that I—"
No. Suho contorts his face, shaking his head and approaching the cowering body almost immediately.
"No, of course not, baby…" And there he is, all over Sieun like he planned not to be, his hand resting affectionately on the boy's knee, his thumb lightly caressing the skin covered there. "It's not weird, it's just that—"
Sieun continues to stare at him, those beautiful, naturally glistening eyes. Suho feels his body slowly melting, almost hypnotized.
Sieun is, and always has been, somewhat mesmerizing.
Or maybe Suho’s just always been head over heels for him.
"...You really... never...?" His voice drops a few tones, like the approach and the subject were forbidden.
Sieun snorts, turning his face away in annoyance before answering.
"Oh my god. Yes. Never." He stares at him again, the frown on his eyebrows looking more like a sign of anger than confusion now. "If that's so hard to believe, do something about it."
…
…Huh.
From one moment to the next, only the insistent noise of the television continued to fill the room. Suho paused long before saying anything. Only a faint sigh escaped his half-open mouth, while Sieun's face flushed bright red, gradually realizing the weight of his own words.
"...What did you say?" He slowly rested his arm on the upholstery behind Sieun's neck, a different kind of fervor rising through his body as he approached the cornered boy.
"Nothing," Sieun turns his head again, biting his lower lip.
"You want me to?" Suho feels all the ties that were holding him back until now break, one by one. "Sieun-ah, you want me to do something about it?"
Either he was about to have the best experience of his life, or he was about to end a beautiful four-year friendship.
Maybe both.
But now he's already too far in to turn back.
"I didn't say that." His voice falters.
"I know, that's why I'm asking." He gently pulls Sieun by the chin, bringing him back to the intense exchange of glances. "Sieun-ah..."
Suho can still see a touch of ferocity in Sieun's gaze, but still, there is something more there. Something new. Doubt, curiosity, desire.
"I... I don't— I don't know, I—"
He really wants to pay attention to the movement of Sieun's lips, but his eyes keep falling to the boy's thighs, his left leg, previously tucked tightly against his chest, now slowly falling to the side, as if his body had no doubts about what he wanted — what he needed, almost like he’s presenting himself, offering Suho a free pass.
The white pants, worn out by time, are much more transparent when looked at closely, tightening in such inappropriate places that Suho has to force himself to look back into Sieun's eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a dry movement.
Sieun finally seems to notice Suho's lingering glances, and where they were directed.
"Do you want to do something about it?" He asks, voice low, almost a whisper that slips out unintentionally.
"I know what I want, Sieun-ah... I just need to know what you want," Suho really hopes he's reading the situation right, his voice quivering with anticipation. "What do you need, baby?"
Sieun swallows hard, trembling, searching for Suho's hand on his chin, grabbing it and slowly bringing it to rest on his covered belly.
“Yeah? That's what you want?"
Sieun doesn't answer, just turns his flushed face away again and nods.
A knowing smile unfurls on Suho's lips, his shaky breath matching the quick rhythm of his heart pounding in his chest. He has to be dreaming.
He looks down at his own hand, frozen on the boy's lower abdomen, the tips of his fingers brushing against the start of Sieun's mound — so close, so fucking close he can feel the heat radiating from there.
He's been dreaming about this for days.
"Y–You're gonna do something or—hmnn,"
Suho doesn't wait for him to finish the sentence before finally sliding down, cupping him, covering Sieun's cunt with the warmth of his hand for a few seconds before moving back up again. His middle and ring fingers trace a slow, torturous path from his entrance to his clit, intent on feeling the heat there, the swelling, the pulsing beneath the fabric — and he feels it. He feels it all too well.
"Sieun—" He licks his lips before continuing, watching the boy's hips arch toward his fingers. "You're—you're not wearing anything under this, are you?"
"C—Can you not?" Sieun spits out the words between his ragged breaths.
He feels his body heat up at an alarming rate, new sensations running like electric shocks through his walls as he feels Suho's fingers sliding through the opening of his folds, as light as feathers, rubbing almost gently against his clothes. His hips thrusting upward in a blind impulse. Sieun doesn't know what this is, but he wants more, and he feels everything getting wet.
Suho bites his lower lip in an attempt to hold back a smile, two of his teasing fingers pressing harder against Sieun's swollen clit, testing the waters.
Sieun gasps.
"Fuck, w–what—" He looks down, panting, trying to understand what the hell is this electrifying sensation. What is this unbridled pleasure taking over his body?
"Hm? You like it here? Right here, baby?" Suho murmurs, drawing circles with his fingertips, stimulating the hypersensitive button gently, but firmly enough to make Sieun's legs tremble in a spasm. "You've really never been touched here, huh? So sensitive..."
“Hmngh, shit…” His head falls back in a breathy moan as his body continues to follow the new pleasure, arching against the heat. “Suho-yah…”
Fuck.
Suho's cock throbs in his pants, long since awake.
“Yeah? You're so warm…” He slides down again. Feeling the damp, slick fabric. Suho’s mouth salivates as he presses every possible spot. “Already so wet…”
Suho returns to his clit, pinching it between two of his fingers and playing with how fast he could rub it side to side.
“A—Ah!” Sieun feels a strong spasm in his pussy, his thighs wanting to contract inward as his hips stutter upward. A warm heaviness settling in his abdomen, something strange, so new, so good, so fucking good that he doesn't even know how to react. “Suho—”
"I can feel you pulsing here, baby..." He practically groans, water gathering on his tongue. Suho really wants to... "Fuck, Sieun-ah... can—can I—"
His body works faster than his own mouth. In the middle of the sentence, Suho had already grabbed Sieun's shapely thighs and roughly dragged his trembling body to rest lying on the couch.
"What—" Sieun props himself up on his elbows, red and panting, only to be met with the obscene sight of Suho reclining between his legs, so focused on the hot, throbbing part between them that his pupils seem twice their normal size.
God, Suho is really having the time of his life.
"Fuuuuck," the fabric of Sieun’s pants now clings lasciviously to his pulsating pussy, the white becoming transparent, each contraction making Suho even more eager. "So pretty, you're so pretty down here, Sieun-ah..."
An embarrassed moan echoes through the room.
"H–How do you even know? I—I'm not—ah, shit—"
Suho licks a thick strip of the wet mess at his disposal, from the entrance to the clit, stopping there just to give the swollen button an extra attention, circling it with his tongue. He feels Sieun’s thick thighs in his hands trembling.
"W–What—are you d–doing?"
“I’m trying to taste you, Sieun-ah,” he leaves a kiss in the center of his cunt, looking straight into Sieun’s half-closed, watery eyes as he speaks. “Will you let hyung taste you right? Hm?”
He can see the moment Sieun stops breathing.
“I—I don’t— why would you—”
Suho caresses the covered skin of his thighs, leaving more kisses across Sieun’s hot mound.
"It'll be good, baby... believe me, I'll make you feel so good..." His hands wander to the loose elastic of his pants, waiting for a confirmation. "Feels good, hm? Hyung's making you feel really good, isn't he?"
Sieun nods, his chest rising and falling, hips contracting uncontrollably.
"Then trust me, Sieun-nie..."
"Okay, fuck, o–okay."
Suho lets a proud smile spread across his face and finally pulls the boy's pants off.
A sigh escaping his mouth at the sight of the soaked pussy in front of him, now free, smooth and reddened by the constant friction, unaccustomed to the contact it has been receiving so abruptly. Suho sees a thin strand of slick running down the pulsating entrance, and there is no obstacle preventing him from stretching out his tongue, licking, sucking Sieun's juice, sticking his face between his wobbly legs, reveling in the wet heat.
"Ah! F–Fuck!" Sieun almost screams, a pleasure so strong and unprecedented that his only reaction was to grab Suho's short hair and close his legs. His thighs squeeze around the boy, who’s devouring him like it’s the last meal he’ll ever know.
"Hmmn—fuck, Sieun-ah, you taste so fucking good—" His voice sounds muffled and wet, the vibration eliciting a loud whine from Sieun's lips. Suho feels his head being practically crushed, and it feels so fucking good. Even better than he's been daydreaming about. "You're already close, aren't you? I can feel it."
Suho isn't bluffing, he feels Sieun tremble in his mouth. He can feel Sieun's hips moving erratically toward the heat, practically rubbing himself against his face.
But Sieun, on the other hand, doesn't know if he's close or not, he just pursues the mind-blowing pleasure that has been growing in his belly, climbing his walls, leaving his legs weak and his muscles tense.
Sieun is desperate to reach something he doesn't even know what it is.
He feels tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"I—I don't know... I—I'm—I'm feeling something—I—" He whimpers as the tongue returns to play with his clit, now with no fabric in between. Suho's lips envelop him in a warm bubble as the wet muscle does its job of stimulating the sensitive button. "S–Suho-yah!"
"C'mon..." Suho pulls away from Sieun with a snap, only to tilt his face slightly upward and let his jaw drop, mouth open and tongue hanging, moving in circles around the bundle of nerves, his eyes looking directly at the red and sweaty mess that Sieun finds himself in.
Obscene. Probably too obscene for Sieun's overwhelmed mind. He feels everything contract. His spine arching involuntarily. A dizzying sensation running through his veins.
"Let it go, baby..."
Suho carefully slides a finger over Sieun's lubricated hole, rubbing his lips before slowly inserting it inside.
"A–Ah! Suho—fuck!"
He curves his finger, watching the tears roll down Sieun's beautiful, red face. Suho’s mesmerized by the sight, his eyes glazed over at how divine his best friend looked there, completely ruined.
"Hmn–ah..."
And Suho deserves all the credit. He made this mess. He ruined Sieun.
"Suho... h–hyung-ie..."
Fuck.
His hips push unconsciously down into the couch. A hoarse moan escaping his chest.
Suho curves his finger again, now knowing exactly where he wanted to touch, millimetrically deeper. The burning sensation on his scalp in response tells he's found it.
"C'mon, baby," he spits into the used pussy, saliva dripping down to his finger buried at the entrance, moving in and out at a slow pace, the thigh muscles around his head trembling uncontrollably. "Cum for your hyung-ie..."
And Sieun cums. Hard. So hard that he feels his vision go blank. A thin, tearful moan escapes his battered throat, hips thrusting and body writhing as he reaches the peak of pleasure. Everything numb. Chest rising and falling at an alarming rate.
"I— Suho— S–Suho-yah..." He can't form a complete sentence, his mind has simply shut down, tongue heavy in his mouth.
His whole body's having small spasms.
Sieun doesn't know exactly what just happened. But it was good, so good.
"Shhh, that's it, baby..." Suho slowly stops the stimulation, the thighs that had previously crushed him now are soft to the touch. He presses his lips to the bare flesh, trailing them across Sieun’s body, from his soft belly to his sweaty neck. "You did it well, Sieun-ah, you did it so well..."
He loses himself in the warm skin, kissing, licking everything at his disposal, moving up to Sieun's damp and overheated face, leaving kisses and more kisses all over his cheek, chin, nose, forehead. Everywhere. Mixing sweat, tears, fluids. He's just messy.
"Suho-yah..." Sieun relaxes under the wet touch, his voice low and hoarse.
"Hm?" He moves away slightly, just enough to touch their noses together.
"I—I wanna..." One hand dares to slide down Suho's abdomen, light and shy, almost fearful, but still brave enough to reach the throbbing bulge in his pants. "I wanna do it for you too..."
Suho sighs, closing his eyes tightly as he feels the hand cupping his erection.
"You really don't need to, Sieun-ah..."
"But I want to," he tilts his face slightly, brushing their lips together, following what felt right, what his body's telling him to do. "Please..."
"Fuck,"
Suho can't hold back the urge to move forward and connect their mouths, swallowing a surprised gasp, his tongue immediately sneaking into the wet heat, guiding the inexperienced and lost boy in his arms. He’s desperate, he’s still craving for more, and Sieun follows his rhythm — or at least tries to, letting his jaw relax and opening up even more.
He's never even kissed anyone, and here I am, giving him the world's dirtiest first kiss, Suho's cock twitching uselessly in his pants at the thought.
"Just—just don't feel pressured to do anything, okay?" He pulls away to speak, a strand of saliva connecting their lips in a lascivious way, so intimate.
"Suho-yah... Just take this out, please..." Sieun complains, pulling ineffectively at the hem of Suho's pants.
"Alright, alright, baby."
Suho pushes his pants down, taking his underwear together, squirming in place until he gets them off completely. With his cock free, heavy and wet resting on Sieun's crotch, he can spot the obvious gaze directed there, he sees the boy's tongue wandering over his own lips, he feels the hand on his lower abdomen slowly moving down.
"It's..." Sieun swallows hard, grabbing the hot erection in his hand, running his thumb tentatively over the reddened, sensitive tip, feeling pre-cum leak onto his finger. "I—It's big."
He squeezes his fingers around the circumference as his palm moves up and down, feeling Suho throb in his hand. Sieun doesn't really know what he's doing, but Suho doesn't seem to care, judging by the way his hips move to thrust into the loose hand, muffled moans escaping his mouth.
"Mmn'yeah?" His voice is breathless and uneven, but the smug smile doesn't leave his face. "I like the way your pretty little hands fit on me, though..."
Sieun's hand is enveloped by Suho's, who squeezes and guides him to go faster, harder, rougher, "Fuck—yeah, like that, baby..."
Sieun feels another large hand slide down his belly, his already overstimulated cunt throbbing at the slightest touch on his skin, everything too sensitive to the touch, everything burning with a heat so suffocating, yet so good at the same time that Sieun's only reaction is to lean into the ardent sensation.
Deprived of this intense pleasure for so long in his life, that now his body is desperate for more.
"Hmnn–ah! S–Suho—"
"Want me to stop?" He asks, moving to sit on his ankles again. Thumb sliding over Sieun’s abused clit, so red and swollen, glistening with saliva and fluid. "Hm?"
"No—no, n–no, don't—" Sieun feels shocks running through his walls.
Suho plays with his pussy, fingers sliding over the plump, wet edges, his hips stuttering at the mere thought of how warm and wet Sieun would be inside.
Fuck, his cock would be crushed in that tight little hole.
He moans at the mental image.
"Shit, Sieun-ah..." He spreads Sieun's lips, seeing every contraction, every trickle of pleasure running down his folds. "Fuck. Let me—I want to feel you..."
"Feel me—feel me, Suho-yah..." His hand trembles as he gives Suho's dick one last tug before letting it go, the tip resting dangerously close to his hole, but Sieun only arches further and opens himself up.
Open for Suho to do whatever he wants to him.
And then, in a choked moan, Suho pushes his cock there, not penetrating, but rubbing his entire length against the warmth of Sieun's pussy, the tip sliding from the entrance to the swollen button, everything turning into an obscene mess of pre-cum and slick.
He almost tips his eyes to the back of his head at how incredible it feels.
"So fucking warm, fuck, Sieun-ah..." He rubs again, his hips moving back and forth, almost as if he were actually fucking Sieun right there. "You're so fucking wet, so fucking delicious..."
Sieun can only whine in response, feeling Suho's cock everywhere. The constant stimulation of the tip on his clit brings back the inebriating sensation, reaching his system much faster due to his sensitivity, his eyebrows coming together in an act of desperation with the avalanche of sensations running through his limp body.
"Suho—hmnn–ah—" His hips begin to push up at the same time as Suho's push forward, chasing the blind pleasure.
"F–Fuck, fuck, fuck..." The folds swallow his cock, he can't even look away anymore, setting a slow pace just so he can enjoy the sight of his cock sliding so easily over the opening of Sieun’s hot pussy.
Suho feels his limit getting closer every second, he won't last long.
How could he?
He hasn't cum in days, and Sieun is the only thing he's been dreaming of possessing since that damn night.
And now that he momentarily has him, it's going to be really hard not to get addicted.
"Ah, S–Sieun-ah..." He whimpers, falling on top of the small body and increasing his pace, his mind full and empty at the same time, nothing else there but Sieun, Sieun, Sieun, Sieun, Sieun.
Sieun-nie's pussy is so good, so warm, so wet, so soft.
Fuck.
"Suho—" The pressure is much stronger now with their two bodies pressed together. Sieun feels his eyes rolling against his will. He rubs himself shamelessly against Suho, seeking more of the wet friction on his clit. "I'm—ah, it's coming again—"
“Fuck, y–yeah?” His voice comes out muffled, broken. “C’mon, Sieun-nie, cum on my dick, please, I—I need to feel it… please…”
Sieun trembles, and for a moment it all becomes too fucking much, his legs up in the air intertwining with the other man's torso in a last act of consciousness, before his entire body arches in a sharp moan, his nails digging into Suho's trapezius muscles as he cums for the second time that night.
And Suho feels it, "Holy—"
He loses himself.
He grinds against Sieun like a dog in heat, whimpering in his neck, chasing the warm sensation, the pleasure building up in his walls as he feels the cunt pulsing around his cock, feeling everything even more wet from the recent orgasm.
"Su—Suho-yah—" Sieun sobs, his hips spasming from the overload of stimulation. But he doesn't push Suho away. "Hyung-ie..."
"Fuuuck..."
Suho feels it coming, and in one abrupt movement he pulls his torso away from Sieun's.
He wants to see it.
In one last shallow thrust, biting his lower lip until he can taste blood, he cums, and in that position he can see. He can see his seed spreading across the swollen clit, leaving the reddened pussy all painted with white, making a delicious mess.
He can't stop his fingers from sliding down there, just to rub the whitish fluid even more into the ruined flesh.
"Hm—Suho—" He whines, frowning.
"Mm'kay, sorry." His breathing is slowly recovering, but he still manages to keep the smile on his face.
He lets his body fall forward again, rubbing his nose against the sweaty skin of Sieun's cheek, not wanting to be separated from him anymore.
And strangely, the intimate contact doesn't feel weird. The light caress on the back of his neck is actually quite familiar. Sieun's scent is familiar. Cuddling with him like this is familiar.
"Suho-yah," Sieun begins to speak softly. Sounding sleepy and groggy. Cute. "I feel... dirty. Can we go take a shower?"
He shifts a little, the movement causing a lasciviously wet sound to echo through the room.
Yeah, that's not so familiar.
But it could become familiar.
Suho lets out a little laugh before getting up and carrying Sieun's body with him.
"Yeah, let's fix this first," he grabs Sieun tightly, who doesn't complain and clings to Suho back like a koala. "We can talk later."