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It’s always like this. Maybe it’ll get better when they’re older and more popular but for now Sunghoon guesses it makes sense. They have no other schedule today except for the Manifesto comeback show day one at 7pm. Please come.
So clearly it’s not like they have anything better to do then arrive at the venue at 12, run through the program at 1 pm, finish by 3 pm and then leave them in the dressing room until they actually do this thing for real.
But it’s not like this is the first time they’ve been on standby for hours at a time.
Why bother sending them back to their dorm? You know to shower, rest, sleep, or eat, or other life saving essentials.
But the company can’t afford to waste gas with all the trips back and forth especially not now when they’re still wet behind the ears. Ick. Sunghoon hates that phrase. It makes him want to take a shower like he could be doing but he’s stuck here. At least he has his members.
Everyone does something different during times like this. Jungwon and Jay play games together on their phones and from the raucous sound from the other couch across the room Jungwon is winning handsomely.
The “always sleepy” trio are as you can imagine, fast asleep. Jake’s head is on Heeseung’s shoulder, and Ni-ki’s head is on Jake’s shoulder. It’s really quite heartwarming. Speaking of heating up..
There is another person who always seems to have energy bubbling just under his skin, so no, Sunoo is never asleep during times like this.
Sometimes he’ll call his sister or text for hours with his never ending list of friends from school or other idols he’s befriended.
Why does Sunghoon know that? What? He can’t keep tabs on his group mates? He knows what everyone else is doing. Sunoo isn’t exempted and besides, Sunghoon has to watch out for him.
Speaking of, you know, it’s almost kind of offensive the way that Sunoo has so many friends. What does he even need them all for? Are they not enough for him?
He should calm down. That topic only ever makes him angry and sometimes even inexplicably so.
But beyond that, there is a far more interesting subject that can capture Sunoo’s attention for hours: Sunoo.
Put the boy in front of a mirror and he can preen for hours like a cockatiel admiring their reflection.
Like now, their tiny dressing room has exactly one handheld mirror and has been preciously locked between Sunoo’s small hands since they got back into the room.
Sunghoon is not sure how his favorite dongsaeng can keep going. Posing for himself and making different faces, practicing his aegyo for later. Over and over and over again.
Sunghoon swears there is not a single muscle in that boy’s face that has not contracted in every way possible to yield every facial expression he could possibly come up with.
So then why?
Does he keep checking himself out? Does he ever get tired of it?
And the answer is no. Sunoo will never get tired of looking at himself.
And it’s not like Sunghoon can blame him. The curve of his always glossed lips, the way his nose curves just slightly at the end, the light brown eyes that are his proud and joy. Even his long eyelashes practically frame his face perfectly with every blink. Sunghoon can spend hours just watching as they brush against his soft skin. It’s even better when he’s wearing makeup and the mascara he’s wearing brushes against the glitter from his highlighter and gets small shards stuck in them that then sparkle every time Sunoo’s eyes pull up into that perfect eye smile..
Anyway, so really, Sunghoon gets it. The boy is cute, everyone knows it, but especially the boy in question.
And that’s why he can get away with things like this. And usually Sunghoon would let it go, after all, he’s the older one between the two.
Much older.
And leagues more mature than Sunoo. So if the boy wants to stare at himself he can go right ahead.
But.
Sunghoon has wanted to check his dark and plentiful eyebrows in the mirror for the last thirty minutes.
And it’s not like he hasn’t tried to use his phone camera. He has! But he can barely see the individual hairs with it. He needs a mirror.
And why can’t Sunoo just use his phone camera instead while Sunghoon uses the mirror? Because then if he wanted to he could even capture the image forever and upload it. And then Sunghoon could download it and put it in that special hidden folder in his computer. And that’s not weird because he has a special folder for all of his members.
(But only one actually has files in it..)
Yet every time Sunghoon asks to borrow it he’s met with a Cheshire Cat-like grin and a soft “nope” as he pops his lips at the last syllabus. It was cute the first time.
Now, at the eighth time, it’s no longer cute. Well… No. It’s no longer cute.
Maybe it’s time Sunghoon put his foot down. After all, he’s still older than Sunoo and Sunoo should be respectful to his Hyungs. Actually Sunghoon wouldn’t mind it if Sunoo only called him Hyung and only spoke formally with him and no one else.. that sounds.. actually really good.
But again. Sunghoon just needs to check his brows. Surely Sunoo can live for a few minutes not getting what he wants.
“Sunoo-yah, are you almost done?”
Sunoo doesn’t even bother stopping his pouty expression or his fingers making a triangle for a cat ear as he shakes his head in response.
“Sunoo.”
He hopes the boy can hear how serious he is and how much he’s starting to lose patience with the “dongsaeng he feels most comfortable with”.
And it works. Sort of.
Sunoo puts the mirror down slightly and has the gall to roll his eyes and sigh exasperatedly as he scowls at Sunghoon.
“Five more minutes.”
Ugh. This is starting to get on his nerves.
“You said that 20 minutes ago..”
Sunoo crosses a leg over the other as he lets out a dramatic breath of air as he holds out the mirror.
“Fine. Come get it, Sunghoon.”
Finally!
Sunghoon gets up from the couch giddily as he crosses the floor and takes it from the still glaring boy sitting in the most comfortable chair in the room (go figure).
He’s turned around and walking back when he feels a prickle at the back of his neck.
Sunghoon?
Did Sunoo just call him informally?
Frustration begins to ripple under his skin and it crawls and scratches at his nerves from the realization that Sunoo just disrespected him like that. There weren’t many things that really pissed him off but Sunoo acting informally was one of them. It had only happened once or twice and it was a genuine mistake when they had just met. But they’ve known each other for two years now. He’s been Sunoo’s Hyung for two years.
Two years Sunoo has been below him in age… Sunoo.. below him.. Sunghoon feels like his lungs are rubbing the inside of his chest raw.
Sunghoon whips around, “what did you just call me?!”
Sunoo is still just bouncing his heel like the picture of slightly annoyed relaxation. Posture just built to piss Sunghoon off and make him lose control.
All his control.
Sunghoon stomps closer as Sunoo slowly looks up at him.
“I said Sunghoon.”
Sunoo smirks. “Why? Is that not your name?”
“Mind your tone.” Sunghoon barks out, he can see from the corner of his eye, Jungwon’s head whip up from his voice. He’s aware he never speaks like this, never acts like this. But Sunoo always seems to bring out someone Sunghoon doesn’t recognize in himself.
“And don’t fucking use banmal with me Kim Sunoo.”
Sunoo scoffs, leaning back in his chair as he stares at Sunghoon incredulously, “you never correct Jungwon and Ni-ki when they forget.”
Something inside Sunghoon is slowly splitting. Like a rope pulled taught that is beginning to fray.
Sunghoon closes the rest of the gap between them, stopping the bouncing of Sunoo’s foot by pressing his shin against it to stop.
But it doesn’t stop. Sunoo just smirks lazily up at him like he’s somehow “got him” or something and keeps bouncing his foot that’s now hitting him in the shin over and over and over and over again.
The rope is getting thinner and thinner, he knows he’s probably making his pale skin burn with red from anger. Sunghoon takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair as he tries to take a deep breath and calm down.
It doesn’t work.
“That’s because they’re actually forgetting!”
Sunghoon can hear shuffling indicating he’s woken up the sleeping beauties behind him.
Sunoo’s only reaction though is to raise his perfectly groomed eyebrows and smirk even harder.
He really can’t stop now. Sunoo is somehow pressing right where it hurts.
“You’re doing it on purpose! To piss me off!” He’s yelling. Even in his own ears he’s yelling and yet the foot hitting his shin keeps up at a constant rate.
Sunoo chuckles slightly, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye,
“Why are you getting so worked up?”
Sunghoon practically seethes, his fists clenching painfully by his sides.
“You don’t think it’s a little odd that me speaking informally bothers you this much….”
The foot on his leg for once doesn’t hit him but rather, rubs up against the length of his shin as he smiles sweetly and opens that innocent sultry mouth once more.
“Hmm? Sunghoon?”
Sunoo emphasizes it with a twitch of his eyebrows as he finally meets Sunghoon’s kneecap with his foot as he waits to see the reaction Sunghoon will have.
Sunghoon is falling. The rope is gone and he is falling. And someone is coming with him.
“Hyung!”
Someone’s voice is calling him, someone slightly frantic. Over and over. Someone whose wrist feels thin under his bruising grip as he marches down a hallway like a bull seeing red.
“Hyungie!!!!”
But it’s too late, for both of them, as Sunghoon pushes Sunoo into the bathroom, thankful it’s just for one person, so no one has to see the way he pins his hands behind him and pushes his soft cheek into the glass mirror.
“You like your reflection that much Sunoo-yah? Then take a good look.”
Sunghoon’s voice is dripping in venom, Sunoo has never heard him speak so vitreously.
The mirror is cold against his cheek, he feels pain blooming where Sunghoon is holding his hands behind his back. He struggles against his Hyung’s weight, trying to lift his face off the glass but Sunghoon is too strong for him. As always.
“Hyung!” Sunoo cries out, trying to escape his grasp.
Sunghoon shakes his sweaty platinum bangs out of his eyes, his eyebrows raise in amusement, “Oh? Now we’re back to speaking formally?”
Sunoo wants to curse but he knows it’ll only make Sunghoon madder. Sunghoon doesn’t like it when he swears. Everyone else in the group does it freely including Ni-ki who is two years younger than him and Sunghoon never blinks an eye but he can’t even say damn without Sunghoon chastising him over it.
Sunoo is so sick of this double standard, it’s why he wanted to piss him off so badly with the mirror in the first place but he hadn’t expected Sunghoon to react this strongly.
“Hyung, let go. I’m sorry.. I won’t do it again.”
Sunghoon just trails his eyes up and down his body. He’s got his lower half pressed up against the edge of the sink using his own body while he forces Sunoo’s into an arch in front of him so his face can touch the glass.
Sunoo pushes back against him with his hips slightly to see if he’ll budge but no, Sunghoon just gets closer, pressing his upper thighs even harder into the cold porcelain of the sink.
Ugh. Sunghoon is gonna make him beg. Whatever, this is gonna mess up his makeup.
“Hyungie… please.. I’m sorry...”
He does his best to pout at him, putting on his best acting performance so he can get out of this bathroom and back into their dressing room.
Hopefully to pick up the mirror Sunghoon flung onto the couch in his haste to grab him by the shoulders and pull up until he was standing so he could then grab his wrist and yank him from the room. With all of Enhypen looking at them in shock.
You know you would think if he wanted the damn mirror so badly he wouldn’t have thrown it knowing it could have gone anywhere or even shattered.
But Sunoo’s not even sure if Sunghoon is listening, he pushes back against his hips once more and then freezes, their eyes instantly locking in the mirror as it seems to break Sunghoon from whatever spell he’s under.
Sunoo looks away quickly and suddenly the hand pressing the side of his face to the glass is gone, instead it grabs the sink next to him, joining the one on the other side of Sunoo. Caging him against the sink.
Sunoo pulls his cheek back slowly, dodging Sunghoon’s expression in the mirror as he stares down at the sink in front of him.
Sunghoon… ie-hyung is hard.
He can feel him pressing against his ass, the both of them wearing their basketball shorts from home because they still had hours before the wardrobe team got there.
Now Sunoo wishes he had. Surely if he was wearing pants he wouldn’t be able to feel it.
But there’s a sinking feeling inside him as he feels Sunghoon’s wayyy more than average length up against him that he could probably feel his erection even if he was wearing snow pants right now.
Sunoo flinches as he feels it twitch against him. Okay. Maybe even if they were both wearing snow pants.
Why is Sunghoon hard? A normal physiological response because Sunoo pressed back against him? That was only because he’s holding him hostage here in this dirty bathroom (it’s actually pretty clean).
Sunoo tries to inch his hips forward to put more space between them but Sunghoon just closes the gap again, now even rubbing his cock against his ass.
At this point.. Sunoo can no longer excuse him. He’s doing it on purpose.
“S-Sunghoon..” Sunoo calls out in hopes to call the boy back to his senses and then gasps.
He just called him informally again.
But this time it really was an accident!
But it’s too late; the effect is immediate, Sunghoon sighs like he’s lost all patience and shakes his head, and then there’s a hand on his body, shocking Sunoo at first until he realizes Sunghoon is just checking his shorts pockets.
“Ohh… you really are lucky Sunoo..” Sunghoon says as he holds the lip gloss up to read the ingredients.
Something is wrong.
“You won’t have to take it dry.”
Before Sunoo has time to process, Sunghoon’s hand is thrusted into the back of his shorts, yanking down his boxers with them and fully exposing him while Sunoo yelps.
“Hyungie!!”
Sunghoon presses a finger to his lips, “Shhh.. be good Sunoo-yah. You wouldn’t want someone walking by to see.”
Sunghoon smiles devilishly, it’s an expression he’s never even seen before but then again he never excepted to feel Sunghoon’s hard cock grinding against his hole but here we are.
When did he even pull his own pants down? It feels even bigger without his shorts on and he can feel his precum wetting his hole with every slide.
“And look.” He points with a grin, “I didn’t lock the door.”
Sunoo’s eyes dart over as his mouth falls open, Sunghoon is telling the truth. It’s not locked.
Not only could someone have heard him but any fucking second someone could actually walk in who just wants to use the bathroom.
Sunoo panics, pulling his body up instead of leaning over the sink to try and get Sunghoon off him but he just tightens his hold on his hands and makes his shoulders straighten out.
Sunoo’s voice shakes, “Hyungie.. please, what are you even doing? This isn’t like you.”
Yes, it isn’t like Sunghoon. Something is seriously wrong. For some reason this makes Sunoo panic even more than the thought of losing his virginity by force in this bathroom.
“Are you sick?” He whispers, turning his head toward him, “do you feel like you have a fever?”
Sunoo can’t help it, but the Sunghoon he knows isn’t like this. Wouldn’t do this…
But it feels like there’s something pinching at the back of his mind.
How now the grip on his hands has loosened, still confining him but no longer hurting, and every now and then Sunghoon rubs his thumb over the parts of his hands that are sore. He sneaks a glance in the mirror and the sight confuses him.
The tips of his ears are red, yes, but overall he looks concentrated, calm, lip but in focus, like this isn’t the first time he’s thought about doing this to him.
The thought makes Sunoo twitch in his pants, his body stiffening slightly before going back to trying to weasel out of the hold.
Sunghoon doesn’t answer, too focused on trying to unscrew the lid of his lip gloss with only one hand.
He’s aware slightly that Sunoo is wriggling against him, his upper body against his even though Sunoo is a full head shorter than him. Or two. Or three..
Finally, he’s successful, the cap unscrewing and rolling into the sink.
Truthfully, Sunghoon does feel a little out of sorts.
But Sunoo like this. Under his control, every part of him. It’s somehow exactly what he wants. Exactly what he needs.
In this position with his cock against his hole, his Sunoo will call him formally, will behave. Will act just like Sunghoon has always imagined. Obedient. His perfect little doll. Respecting him like he should and always willing to please. He’s pictured it before. He tries to forget by morning and sometimes he does but every night it’ll eventually worm his way back into his mind but that’s not entirely his fault..
“Hyungie please..”
Sadly, he has to pull back slightly from Sunoo’s ass in order to prepare him. He should make use of the distance.
Fuck! Sunoo groans out loud as his body leans back over the sink from the hit. His parents never even spanked him before and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting Sunghoon to pull his cock back only to slap his butt with the flat of his hand. He bit his lip hard to not make noise but still squeaked a bit, now he prays he only hits him once.
And it seems he does but not for the reason Sunoo prefers as he feels his expensive lip gloss drip down his hole and spill over onto his perineum.
Sunoo’s eyes feel like they are bugging out of his skull, Sunghoon can’t be serious?? The door is still unlocked!
“Sunghoonie-hyung.. I’ll do anything, please don’t do this.”
“Why not, Sunoo-yah?” Sunghoon whispers, so sensually it makes Sunoo shiver.
Fuck. It’s kind of a good question. Honestly if they were anywhere other than here and there was some actual build up Sunoo would probably go for it.
It’s no secret that he had a crush on the older boy during I-Land and just because Sunoo doesn’t hang on the boys every word and follow him around like a baby chick doesn’t mean the crush has faded any.
But he did not picture this.
He pictured it a few years down the line.. when they’re older and more mature. Sunghoon confesses how much he can’t get Sunoo out of his mind and Sunoo lets his confession sit for a few seconds.. drawing it out and letting Sunghoon start to freak out at the silence only to jump into his arms and confess his own long lasting love for him.
It was not Sunghoon fucking him against his will in a bathroom with the fucking door unlocked.
“Hyungie..” Sunoo pants and struggles against him fruitlessly again.. “The door… Please stop…”
“It’s just the door, huh? Sunoo-yah?” Sunghoon whispers in his ear, Sunoo can hear his grin.
Sunoo flushes and shakes his head, black hair fanning him like it’s a halo as he does it.
“Hmm…” Sunghoon doesn’t sound convinced.
Sunoo sighs as he sees Sunghoon’s hand reach for the door, at least if he can’t stop him he can at least make it so he loses his dignity in private.
His hand is about to finally click the lock when Sunoo’s blood runs cold.
Why is Sunghoon gripping the handle?
“Hyung.” Sunoo warns but then his mouth falls open as Sunghoon turns it 90 degrees.
“Hyung!!!!!” Sunoo whispers through his teeth and tries to free his hands as Sunghoon chuckles behind him.
“Are you gonna be good, Sunoo-yah?”
Sunoo can barely process the words as he sees Sunghoon pull the door slightly open, not enough to see the light on the other side but enough to where Sunoo’s heart is jumping out of his skin.
“Yes! Yes!” He’s shaking, practically yelling.
“I’ll be good!”
He hears Sunghoon hum behind him as he pulls the door out another centimeter.
“Hyung!!!”
Sunoo begs, his voice thick with tears and his eyes starting to water but finally Sunghoon pretends to sigh as he shuts the door and locks it.
Sunoo feels his heart drop through his ass he finally takes in deep gulps of air after his panic.
“Okay, I’m letting go of your hands then; you promised.” Sunghoon reminds.
Sunoo has just enough time to free his hands so he can grip onto the sink as his knees buckle under him.
He pants with his forehead against the counter, it’s not like he would have fallen either way.
Sunghoon’s arm was wrapped under his waist in a second, still the only current reason why he’s standing.
Sunoo lets himself go limp as he lets Sunghoon strip the rest of his clothes off. He vaguely hears the sound of Sunghoon pulling his own shirt over his head as he tries to sort out what’s about to happen, what they’re about to do, what’s about to be done to him.
The first touch makes him jolt and whine involuntarily, he flushes pure pink, already embarrassed and Sunghoon has barely touched him.
A cold finger now coating itself in the pink sparkly liquid now lukewarm from his own heat.
Sunghoon is just teasing him at first, drawing it out, letting him sink into the anticipation, just circling around his entrance and letting Sunoo feel it.
And he is, his cheek feels so hot against the cold sink, he can feel his hole twitching from the contact and prays that Sunghoon doesn’t notice but he knows it’s a long shot.
It’s almost making him dizzy, just how much Sunghoon is toying with him, light taps against him with the base of his fingers, testing his rim, pressing in slightly and then pulling back just as soon as he feels his hole almost give way to welcome his finger inside him.
When Sunghoon finally asks, “Ready?” He can’t help but nod, squeaking out “Yes..” and immediately being rewarded by a long finger breeching him.
If he had any strength left to lose he’s sure he would have lost it now at the feeling of Sunghoon’s finger buried to the knuckle.
His Hyung’s fingers are thin but long, the nail almost curving in at the end so when it finally scrapes against his prostate, the feeling isn’t pain but electricity. A shock to his system that has his hips automatically canting away, not to escape the feeling but in search of friction so his now half-hard cock can join the pleasure slowly but surely unfolding from within his insides.
If Sunghoon didn’t know any better he’d think that Sunoo had a fever from the way his insides are scorching his finger. He didn’t know what to expect when he finally stopped teasing his rim and pushed his finger inside but the tightness and softness still stunned him. It was like sticking his finger into warm putty, and that’s what Sunoo was like for him now.
Struggling to brace himself on the counter as he tried to hold back from moaning even though Sunghoon could feel from the way he was clenching down on him that it felt good.
It was addicting seeing Sunoo like this, all the sassiness and smugness melted away to reveal a puddle of a boy who was at the mercy of his fingers, with two now harshly pumping inside as he looked between two pale, soft and squishy thighs to see his cock finally stiffening from his efforts.
And Sunoo’s naked back was so beautiful, his natural yet graceful arch complimented his broad shoulders that led to his narrow waist.
The nape of his neck red from either embarrassment or stress. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was Sunoo’s cheek pressed against the sink, one fox-like eye pointing at him with furrowed brows like he was begging him with his eyes what his mouth could no longer say. Too preoccupied with drooling slightly and letting out sweet moans to be able to say something like “stop”, “slow down”, or “be gentle”.
And for what it was worth, Sunghoon was being as gentle as he could be in this instance. But it’s hard to see your normally bratty coworker trying to not so subtly rub his hard pink cock head against the counter as you scissored three fingers inside of him while he struggled to stay standing on curled toes.
He didn’t announce when he was going to penetrate him or when Sunoo was stretched enough (he was guessing on that front anyway though) he just slid his wet and shiny fingers out of his hole, never breaking eye contact just so he could see it clench around nothing while he slathered his wet fingers on his leaking cock before lining himself up and sinking in.
Sunoo’s head turned away immediately, facing the sink while he struggled to bite back a scream as his hand flew behind him to press back on Sunghoon’s thigh.
But as soon as the bulbous tip of his cock had popped into those velvet walls there was nothing that could stop Sunghoon from fully seating himself within Sunoo as he grabbed the small hand trying to make him stop or slow down and interlocked his fingers with it.
“That’s it.. take it..” he whispered in Sunoo’s ear as he folded himself over his prone body, feeling Sunoo’s hand and nails squeeze his own, maybe even hard enough to draw blood but the pain only made Sunghoon hungrier for him.
The most frustrating thing to Sunoo was that it really didn’t hurt.
Even though Sunghoon was big, the stretch had burned, maybe even stung a little but now that he could feel Sunghoon’s naked chest and abdomen against his back and feel him fully inside it just made Sunoo feel like he’d been filled up by something he was missing.
He didn’t want to like it but of course he liked everything Sunghoon did to him. Even his fingers had felt good, Sunghoon expertly pulling away his fingers even when he was on the cusp of orgasming.
His size was almost making him choke though. Every inch of him taken up by a hard, thick, cock and he swore he could feel precum oozing inside him.
Sunghoon pulled back on his hand to make sure there wasn’t a single centimeter separating their bodies. His other hand stroked long soothing patterns starting from the outside of his arm down his tense side and finally trailing down his thigh before making it back up.
“Hyungie…” Sunoo moaned.
He didn’t even really know why he said it but the name had been stripped from his throat at the feeling of Sunghoon’s cock twitching inside him impatiently while he conversely caressed the length of his body to make him relax.
“I know, I know.”
Sunoo wasn’t really sure he did know what it was like to be fucked for the first time by your Hyung with a stupidly huge cock in a random bathroom but feeling Sunghoon press kisses against his shoulder blade and down his back before he straightened up behind him made him feel more comforted than he’d like to admit.
He was almost ready for Sunghoon to start.
Almost.
He wasn’t sure how Sunghoon had managed to shove it in farther than before but he somehow had and the shock of realizing he had somehow found more area to press to pieces with his cock made Sunoo shout out.
“Shh!!!!”
He heard Sunghoon whisper-yell in his ear before yanking his body upright, making him squeal as Sunghoon’s cock shifted further against his prostate as he was tugged flush against Sunghoon’s chest, his Hyung’s large hand covering his mouth.
“I thought you didn’t want to get caught..” He watched dazedly as Sunghoon leaned down to speak it into his ear with a sly smile as he let go of his fingers and wrapped it around the front of his hips, his bare forearm pressing against Sunoo’s stiff cock and making him shiver.
Sunoo closed his eyes automatically at their position not wanting to see Sunghoon’s sharp canines poking through his wide smile as his eyes slanted at his figure in the mirror.
Looking at Sunoo and with eyes practically dripping with lust as he forced his head to turn forward instead of cowering against his chest.
The last thing Sunoo wanted to see was his own hard and dripping cock despite being taken against his will.
“Open your eyes.”
He didn’t need to see in the mirror to know how close Sunghoon was to him now. His breath ghosting the shell of his ear as his hips pressed into the back of his every other second. Accompanied by a harsh pressure against that same fucking spot and the sound of their bodies colliding.
“Why aren’t you opening them baby?” Sunghoon whined in his ear, “I thought you loved the mirror..”
Sunoo shook his head weakly, taking one hand off the sink where he was bracing himself to clutch desperately onto Sunghoon’s arm.
His Hyung still covering his mouth even though you could still hear his fucked out whines only slightly muffled behind it. He opened his eyes slowly to meet Sunghoon as he did his best to look pitiful so he wouldn’t have to watch as Sunghoon ravaged him.
It backfired slightly.
“Cute…” Sunghoon muttered before taking his hand off Sunoo’s mouth for a brief second allowing him to pant loudly before a tongue was entering his mouth, licking at his teeth and gums before wrapping around his own tongue as he felt Sunghoon’s cock twitch inside him from the new sensation.
Sunoo moaned into his mouth when he felt Sunghoon’s tongue run along the roof of his mouth, the singe of pleasure running through him too much to be able to hold back the noises bubbling up in his chest from all the pleasure Sunghoon was forcing into him.
Sunghoon pulled back, chuckling when Sunoo desperately tried to chase after him, anything to feel Sunghoon’s lips slotted against his again.
He looked down at the bouncy yet firm ass cheeks with his heavy cock slipping between them and into his reddened hole over and over again, his cheeks jiggling with every thrust of his pelvis.
“God, you’re taking it so good, Sunoo-yah..”
He looked back up at the mirror, eyeing Sunoo as he covered up his own mouth with one of his hands now that Sunghoon was slacking.
“You’re not even crying,” he said while brushing the boys cheeks and making his eyes flinch open at the sudden contact.
“Such a good boy,” Sunghoon gripped the back his neck, turning his head to the side so he could whisper his praises better as he bent his head so he could nibble at his carotid and lick a stripe down his neck.
Ending it by biting and mouthing at his slick collarbone until it was purple and red.
He almost giggled at the artwork of aggravated blood vessels just under the skin as he pressed a kiss into them as an apology.
He looked back at Sunoo, hand still over his mouth and eyes watching him hard, “I guess all that practice you do was worth it..” Sunghoon emphasized his words by loosening his grip on Sunoo’s neck and running the nails of his hand against the boys hip.
He watched Sunoo’s eyes widen at his words and his hand fall to his side in shock, revealing his jaw equally dropping in surprise and flashing Sunghoon a glimpse of the small pink tongue he knew he needed to suckle and bite at.
“What?” He whispered lowly before kissing his pink cheek, “did you think I didn’t know?”
Sunoo didn’t answer, looking down at the sink in shame and wishing Sunghoon would just shut up and fuck him already rather than learn about this.
“As long as we’ve slept in the same room, you’ve never skipped a night, huh?” Sunghoon’s breath tickled the back of his neck.
He gripped his hip tighter, making sure to press Sunoo’s poor cock even harder into his own abdomen now slick with sweat and his own drippy pre-cum, even rubbing his arm back and forth on it for good measure.
Truthfully, Sunghoon wasn’t sure until this moment that Sunoo really was fucking himself with his fingers at night.
But there was always the tell tale sound of a cap opening and then closing. Causing his eyes to open from his own bed across from Sunoo’s and praying his eyes would focus in time to be able to see him reach his hand behind him under the covers, close his eyes hard, and cover his mouth with his other hand so he wouldn’t wake anyone else up.
But Sunghoon was a light sleeper, or rather he always went to bed late.
Always waiting to hear the sound of Sunoo’s lube opening just so he could watch the boy masturbate in the dark.
It was fascinating to Sunghoon when he was younger. How Sunoo didn’t need to touch himself from the front to cum, but he also loved it when Sunoo would do both, one hand behind him and one in front while he bit down on the pillow to keep quiet instead.
But there only so much someone as sensitive and untouched as Sunoo could do. The sound of his small but slick fingers fucking into his own tight hole over and over as small whimpers escaped from behind Sunoo’s soft lips. Lips he’d now tasted.
Sunghoon would watch with interest or perhaps desire or even fear of missing until he saw Sunoo’s eyes clench hard, his body contorting under the sheets and hear one last quiet whimper or squeal if he was lucky as Sunoo came.
And they Sunghoon would wait 10 minutes as Sunoo cleaned himself up before he would subtly turn his body over, grabbing a tissue from the pack he kept hidden between the wall and the mattress so he could touch himself.
His imagination running wild at the thought of seeing Sunoo like this, just like he had him now, would overtake him and have him drenching the tissue to the soft sounds of Sunoo’s light breathing in the background indicating he’d finally fallen asleep. And then Sunghoon would fall asleep himself, pretending he hadn’t done it or pretending it was a normal reaction to someone masturbating in the same room as him, anything to convince himself it meant nothing.
Now, fucking into Sunoo’s ruined hole and replacing those small fingers like he always wanted to he’s not sure it meant nothing.
But of course he could never be fully certain until now, with how good Sunoo was being for him.
His tight but smooth and silky walls clenching down on him every time he slammed his cock into his prostate. Which was constantly because as soon as Sunghoon found it he had been targeting if relentlessly with his thrusts, feeling Sunoo’s thighs tremble in return the harder he went.
“Hyungie,”
Sunoo’s fucked out voice called him back into the room, his eyes finally welling up with tears upon realizing his Hyung had been listening to him finger himself for years.
Sunghoon kissed the first tear that fell off Sunoo’s cheek.
“So me fucking you didn’t make you cry but me hearing you fuck your hole every night did?” Sunghoon questioning, chuckling slightly and shaking his head.
Sunoo nodded dishearteningly, his eyebrows furrowing in displeasure and kiss-swollen lips pressing into a pout.
Sunghoon covered them back up with his hand before he could bite into them. Sunoo let his head fall back on his shoulder in defeat.
“Are you embarrassed?” Sunghoon whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead as Sunoo nodded again.
“Why?” He teased, voice tilting up at the end.
He let go of Sunoo’s hip before wrapping a hand around his useless cock instead. A reward that had Sunoo’s eyes opening wide from the pressure of his palm against his sensitive length.
“I liked it…” Sunghoon started slowly, pulling back on his cock lightly until only two of his fingers remained wrapped around it while he fondled his balls with the rest of his hand as Sunoo squirmed. “Hearing you..”
“If you weren’t so passionate this would have been a lot harder,” he said while finally stroking back up on his cock.
Sunghoon bit back a moan at how much Sunoo had tensed up from having his front played with while Sunghoon fucked his guts in.
“Of course, I can still make it harder,”Sunghoon said as soon as he could feel Sunoo’s hips start to chase after his hand.
His walls fluttering rapidly and his whines pitching higher and higher until he was sure the younger boy was going to cum before he clenched his fist hard around his base as Sunoo thrashed in his grip and moaned lowly behind his hand in pain from being edged.
Sunghoon kept his hands steady, one covering Sunoo’s mouth and the other fisted around his cock like a vice as he let himself use Sunoo like a cock sleeve.
Using his hand on his cock for leverage as he pounded into him roughly, every thrust landing squarely on that smooth spot inside of him that had Sunoo’s tears finally falling and wetting Sunghoon’s hand as he chased his own pleasure.
But Sunoo felt so good and was clamping down on him so hard. The pressure only increasing around him the further he restricted the cum flow from his cock.
He could have kept going forever and ever, listening to Sunoo’s pained groans and his hands and nails scratching and pulling at Sunghoon’s own to get him to release his cute cock and his mouth.
The pain lapsing into pleasure sent Sunghoon over the edge as he slammed into him roughly a few more times before shoving it inside him as far it could go before releasing it so high up inside him he was sure Sunoo would feel it dripping for days.
He pulled out with a shudder, barely reacting in time before Sunoo’s legs were giving out again. Capturing the boys lower body in his arms and stumbling back against the door before finally just sliding down it with Sunoo in his lap.
Sunoo’s body felt like it was on fire. He could feel the sting of not coming in every hair follicle. Poking him incessantly and reminding him how close he was to cumming before Sunghoon had emptied inside him and pulled out.
Leaving the pleasure just out of his reach as he now sobbed weakly against Sunghoon’s chest, beating at it lightly with his fist as the tears ran over Sunghoon’s hand and dripped onto his chest.
“Calm down, calm down, Sunoo-yah,” Sunghoon whispered before removing his hand quickly and replacing it with his mouth so he could swallow Sunoo’s sobs. Reaching between his legs to grasp his throbbing dick, stroking it in earnest and pressing his nail into the slit.
Comforting the boy the best he could by sucking on his tongue while his other hand that was supporting his shoulders snaked under his arm to twist at
his nipple so harshly it had Sunoo biting on Sunghoon’s tongue, complaints dying in the back of his throat as cum shot out in ribbons onto his taut stomach.
Sunoo’s orgasm was overwhelming. His senses dulling to the feeling of Sunghoon’s hands on his body and to his Hyung’s now gentle tongue around his slowly soothing the sensation back into his body and clearing the fog from his mind.
Sunghoon slowly pulled back from the panting boy, pressing his forehead into his own as they both attempted to catch their breath.
His hand remained on Sunoo’s softening cock like an afterthought as his brushed the back of his palm against Sunoo’s chest as it rose and fell sharply.
Slowly, Sunghoon’s rationality returned to him, nuzzling one last time against Sunoo’s neck in an effort to prolong the inevitable before he let go of Sunoo to reach for his shirt on the floor.
Placing it next to him as he shifted Sunoo’s limp body onto it before standing up himself and sliding his pants up from his ankles as he walked slightly unsteadily over to the sink.
Sunoo had to bite back a giggle at watching the normally always steady Sunghoon nearly stumble as he wet paper towels, got soap on one set, none on the other, and shoved a bunch of dry ones into his pocket.
He approached Sunoo again with his head down, not meeting his eyes like a dog that had just been scolded.
But still Sunoo let himself be taken care of, Sunghoon’s meticulousness showing through even as he cleaned Sunoo off.
Sunoo watched the pained look in Sunghoon’s eyes as he winced when he ran the dry paper over his still sensitive cock after cleaning it with the soapy towel and then clearing off the suds with the wet one.
Sunoo couldn’t help but clench his thighs together as Sunghoon’s hand traveled lower.
Sunghoon paused, kneeling in front of Sunoo, still not meeting his watchful gaze with his hand frozen between his legs.
“I just want to clean you up,” Sunghoon said quietly, to which Sunoo finally spread his legs again.
Sunghoon watched with bated breath as his cum oozed from his reddened hole.
“What are you thinking?”
“That I wanna fuck you again.” Sunghoon said without thinking, before immediately looking up to check the damage.
Then slightly relaxing when he only saw Sunoo’s eyes widen slightly, showing off the clear whites surrounding his light brown eyes before looking away and blushing.
“Sorry,” Sunghoon said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “umm.. listen, can I clean you up.. inside too?”
Sunghoon’s fingers flexed in anticipation, he could see Sunoo nodding from his peripheral vision, still
unable to meet his eyes, before he slowly sunk a finger into him.
“Let me know if anything hurts,” Sunghoon said as he attempted to gather his cum still left inside of him and letting it drip onto his waiting paper towel.
Sunoo sighed at the feeling, Sunghoon’s finger softly scraping at his insides.
He tried not to think about why he was subconsciously pouting at seeing his Hyung’s cum leaving him but was quickly distracted by Sunghoon’s finger brushing his prostate again as he attempted to clean his insides further.
Sunoo jolted every time it happened, his hair sticking up on end and having to bite his lower lip to keep from reacting until finally he knew his choices were to either stop Sunghoon’s OCD tendencies or to start unabashedly moaning.
He grabbed Sunghoon’s wrist and felt the fingers still inside him as Sunghoon jumped from the contact.
“Hyungie, if you keep going I’m going to get hard again.”
Why was it such a relief to hear Sunoo say that? Maybe he hadn’t fucked up that badly what with the shy and bashful way Sunoo was looking at him.
His fingers reacted before he did, caressing his prostate again like he had earlier but with a much gentler touch.
“Hyungie…” Sunoo whined, the grip on Sunghoon’s wrist getting tighter, “I said don’t.” His pink lower lip sucked into his mouth as he looked at Sunghoon with a begging expression.
God, he could get used to seeing Sunoo like this, Sunghoon thought, as he bent his head in between his legs as he touched that spot inside him again just as he sucked his soft cock into his mouth.
“Sunghoonie-hyungie! What are you—“
Sunoo bit back a moan as he covered his mouth with his hands again and slide his back further down the door as Sunghoon took him all the way down.
Even feeling the back of his Hyung’s throat sliding against the head of his still sensitive dick as he hardened inside of his mouth while he fucked him gently with his fingers.
Sunghoon didn’t stop until Sunoo’s hand was fisted into his platinum hair and his hips were squirming from the way he was driving the pads of his fingers into his prostate while his nose pressed into Sunoo’s shaved smooth pelvis with his cock all the way down his throat.
Sunoo struggled to yank Sunghoon’s mouth off of him. His Hyung’s free hand trailing up his chest to flick one of his nipples distracted him too much until it was too late and his body was seizing.
Contracting underneath his hands and mouth as he felt Sunghoon gulping him down before pulling off and wiping his lips, looking up at Sunoo with a thoroughly fucked expression as Sunoo tugged him up into a bruising kiss.
Tasting himself on his tongue but only finding the flavor just added to the delirious feeling invading his mind and packed flushed into his bones.
He pulled back abruptly when he felt the fingers pumping inside him again,
“Hyung! Enough!” Sunoo chastised.
“Why?” Sunghoon asked but still obediently removing his fingers from Sunoo’s overstimulated and twitchy walls.
“Let’s keep going.” He said before pressing his lips into Sunoo’s again, this time softer than all his other kisses. No bruising pressure, no teeth on Sunoo’s tongue or his lower lip, just comfort and a caress.
Sunoo pulled back, slapping Sunghoon’s arm in the process, “We can later.” He said with a scowl.
Sunghoon’s ears perked up as he wiped his fingers on the paper towel,
“Later? You’ll do this with me again?” Sunghoon paused, wiggling his eyebrows at him, “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Sunoo asked, blushing profusely at his own sudden confession. “Because I want to.”
Sunghoon smirked, looking down to continue cleaning Sunoo until he was satisfied.
“I thought you wanted the mirror.” He teased.
Sunoo hit his knee with his leg, “You’re the one who wanted the mirror!”
Sunghoon finally finished the job as he grabbed Sunoo’s shirt and pulled it on over his head,
“.. I think I have a solution.”
“W-what the fuck… “ Jungwon asked, daring a glance at Jay but also not wanting to look away from the sight before him.
Sunoo and Sunghoon, sitting so closely together they were practically on top of each other, Sunoo’s arm out in front of them both, holding up the mirror as they both checked their appearance in it. Like they were taking a couples photo and not staring at a mirror.
“Here, give it to me, my arms are longer.” Sunghoon said while taking the mirror as Sunoo protested immediately.
“I wanted to hold it!!!” Sunoo whined, pouting into the mirror as Sunghoon fixed his brows.
“Yah, you’re such a brat.” Sunghoon said but with a huge wolfy grin as he handed the mirror back to Sunoo as he wiped smudged lip gloss off his chin.
“You like it! And you owe me new lip gloss!” Sunoo retorted, slapping Sunghoon’s thigh lightly to emphasize it.
“Don’t you have something else we can use for later?” Sunghoon asked while winking at the boy who promptly retorted by hitting him on the arm and blushing.
Jay looked on in shock, “I have no idea.”