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Heeseung doesn’t know what possesses him to walk out of his best friend’s wedding. Maybe he can blame it on the way his stomach had started to turn the moment that he laid eyes on him. Maybe Heeseung is just too selfish and self obsessed to realize that not everything is about him—about them.
It’s Jay’s wedding, for crying out loud, and he can’t stop thinking about Sunghoon. From the moment that they locked eyes at the hotel—coincidentally having booked the same spot—to the subtle glances that they kept sharing throughout the entirety of the day. Sunghoon never left his mind.
He looks better than he did years ago when they broke up. Heeseung remembers a different version of him—less confident and rougher around the edges. It’s a far cry from the dainty ice skater he once knew.
Even the way he carries himself—so self assured—is different. He’s confident, beautifully so. He’s blossomed in a way that Heeseung always knew he could. Maybe that just confirms that their break up was the right thing to do—that things are better now.
Heeseung was holding him back. Sunghoon is flourishing without him.
The cold wind brushes around him and he shivers, regretting coming out into the bitter winter without a coat. It feels oddly juvenile, like he’s a teen again, insisting to his mother that he doesn’t need a coat, and then regretting it later. He remembers the cold quickly thawing as soon as he got home and walked inside of the house, instantly warmed and heated within his mother’s arms.
And then he went to college and felt alone, maybe even a little abandoned. He didn’t have anyone waiting for him, didn’t really have anyone who cared. He drifted through the days, everything like a blur. He woke up, went to class, did homework, and slept. He didn’t know anyone, and he wasn’t assigned a roommate, so he was just alone. Always alone.
Then he got a new roommate. Sunghoon.
Sunghoon was cold. At first.
He was distant, didn’t really have a lot of time to be around the dorm. He went to practice twice a day and had classes in between. He went to competitions on the weekends, so Heeseung hardly ever saw him.
Until Sunghoon got injured. Some sort of ice skating accident that Heeseung didn’t really know too much about. Suddenly, he wasn’t alone anymore. Sunghoon was always at home, keeping to himself, not even looking at Heeseung on most days.
But it was still someone. Constantly it his space, maybe sometimes even sparing him a few words. It brightened Heeseung’s mood every time they spoke. Even if it was just to say hello, Sunghoon at least acknowledged that he existed. Heeseung held on to that because it had been such a long time since anyone had really interacted with him.
Heeseung was in a great mood one day and stopped by a flower stand, buying himself a pretty rose bouquet. He put them in a vase, and didn’t do much else. Eventually, when they wilted, he got rid of them. The next day he woke up and there was a different bouquet, one filled with beautiful lavender roses.
Sunghoon had never mentioned it, but Heeseung felt it. They were for him.
He put them in a glass vase that he bought from the dollar store, making sure to water them and take care of them. He didn’t have a lot of time, so they wilted and threw them out.
The next day, there it was, another bouquet. Lavender roses.
Each week, a new, fresh bouquet. Lavender roses.
They were for him. He allowed himself to entertain the fact that he had a crush on Sunghoon, and maybe Sunghoon shared those same feelings. It didn’t take long for them to realize they were becoming closer, all started by Heeseung shyly thanking him for the flowers.
A few nights later, Sunghoon had asked him if he wanted to watch a movie. They huddled up on his twin bed, shoulder to shoulder in their shared dorm. They’d use Sunghoon’s old MacBook with the loud fan, sometimes getting too loud that they needed to use earbuds to watch. It’s a fond memory, the way they never talked about the soft glances during romantic scenes, the flushed cheeks during explicit scenes, the feather soft touch every time one of them even took a breath.
They didn’t talk about it for a long time. Heeseung thought that they never would. And then one night, they did. Sunghoon had greeted him when he got home, pulling him up from the couch and holding him close. Heeseung gasped, looking at Sunghoon with wide eyes. They were so close like this, chests pressed together, Sunghoon’s hands burning a claim on his waist. Entire body lit on fire, blazing over like an inferno.
Their lips were almost touching. The smell of Sunghoon’s minty breath, the smell of his sweat mixed in with his cologne—musky and almost sweet. So sweet—his lips.
Heeseung doesn’t want to think about how warm they became every moment after that. Bantering with each other, lighthearted jokes and flirtatious remarks. Sunghoon would lean in, pecking his lips softly and then they’d both blush like two nuns.
It was exhilarating. Heeseung had never felt love like that before.
Hasn’t felt it again since.
He looks out to the water below, taking in a deep breath as reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket. He shivers, body shaking and teeth chattering like a wind up doll. His fingers grip onto the worn package of his cigarette box, thumb folding under the old cardboard. He hears the sound of one moving around and shakes it out, plucking it in between his lips and tossing the box into a nearby trashcan.
He searches his pockets for a lighter, fingers brushing over the cold metal as he pulls it out. He tries to press down on the switch, frowning when nothing happens. He flattens out his hand, looking down at the lighter. He clenches his jaw.
It’s the one Sunghoon got him. Ninety-nine cents from the corner store on campus. He brushes his thumb over the red plastic, watching as the last dredges of gas cling to the sides. He doesn’t know why he still carries it around.
He should get rid of it. His eyes glance down at the trash can. He thinks about letting go, about throwing it away and just being done.
It’s been five years.
He swallows thickly, pocketing the lighter and fishing out the one he stole out of Jay’s hotel room. He lights the cigarette, watching the flame crinkle as he takes the first drag. The smoke coats his mouth, warm and thick and sticky. He closes his eyes as he blows the smoke out, feeling the tension drain from his body.
He opens them again, eyes roaming the lake beneath them. He hears the sound of crickets, the music from inside the hall distantly spilling out onto the balcony. He shivers as he takes the next drag, cold wind blowing over him and rumpling his hair. The night stretches out in front of him, the moon reflecting off of the water like a beacon of white.
He looks up. There are hardly any clouds, not too much smog like what they’re used to in the city. He can see the stars clearly, can see the way they shine brightly. Their warm glow reminds him of his mother, and the way they twinkle, steadily and constantly, reminds him of Sunghoon.
He lets out a ragged breath, closing his eyes tightly as he blows out more smoke.
He continues like that. Trying hard not to reminisce on when he was happy with Sunghoon, on when they were together. He doesn’t want to spend too much time outside, knows that he needs to go back in and support Jay. He stubs out the cigarette, and right as he turns around, someone steps beside him.
That familiar scent washes over him, stopping him dead in his tracks. He chokes on his own breath, unable to believe that even after five years, Sunghoon still smells the exact same. Suddenly he remembers kissing over that neck, inhaling deeply just to bask in his musky scent. It used to comfort him, used to make everything float away.
Maybe Sunghoon isn’t as different as he thought. His eyes travel up bulky arms, suit jacket curving in all the right places. Heeseung notices that he forgot a coat, too.
“Still smoking cigarettes and killing your lungs?” Sunghoon says. It’s a joke, obviously, since Sunghoon reaches into his pocket, pulling out his own pack of cigs. The same brand as Heeseung’s, the box looking almost brand new.
Heeseung doesn’t respond. He watches as Sunghoon looks through his pockets for a lighter and wordlessly holds out his own. Sunghoon doesn’t say anything as he takes it, either.
Their fingers brush, but Heeseung shifts away before he can see the look on Sunghoon’s face. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to care.
“You’re a bad actor.”
He hears the sound of the sparkwheel igniting, the low crackle of the cigarette burning. Sunghoon inhales and coughs, almost like he hasn’t done it in a while. That wouldn’t surprise Heeseung, not when it’s obvious that Sunghoon has been taking care of himself. He looks enticing tonight, wind blowing through his hair, lips slightly chapped yet somehow flushed. Heeseung hasn’t missed the sharpness of his jaw, the cutting edge of his canines. Hasn’t missed the way his Adam's apple bobs, much more prominent than when they were teens.
Heeseung lets the words settle after they cast a chill all across his body. Sunghoon shifts, holding his cigarette in between his lips as he wordlessly shucks off his suit jacket. He’s gentle when he places it around Heeseung’s shoulders, breath ghosting over the back of Heeseung’s neck.
He pulls away, taking all of his warmth with him. Heeseung tries not to let his eyes wander over Sunghoon’s tight dress shirt. The freshly pressed white is slightly rumpled from where it’s tucked into his slacks, but remains crisp elsewhere.
So orderly and pristine. Clean.
Extremely Sunghoon.
It’s a comfort that Heeseung misses. He struggles to keep things orderly, but when they were roommates, Sunghoon made sure everything stayed perfect. He doesn’t want to think about it, suddenly the memory is too much. It feels like honey getting stuck on his clothes, sticky and relentless and seeping everywhere.
He’s tried so hard to push all of this down—for Jay and Jake—but for some reason Sunghoon followed him out here. For some reason, he’s got Sunghoon’s suit jacket around his shoulders like they’re still together.
“I’ve known you for years. You’re easy to read,” Sunghoon finally says, blowing the smoke away from Heeseung’s face.
“What?” Heeseung asks softly, not looking up at him—not wanting to see the eyes that he once fell in love with.
“You’re upset about something,” he says, tone casual as if they’re old friends.
They are, but that’s beside the point.
“I’m emotional about Jay and Jake actually getting married. They deserve to be happy,” Heeseung replies, watching as the water ripples with the wind.
Sunghoon hums like that makes perfect sense. “And that’s why you won’t look at me.” It’s not a question, but rather a statement. Like Sunghoon believes it with no doubt otherwise.
Heeseung’s ears flush at being caught so easily. Sunghoon’s sarcastic tone almost makes him laugh, but he stops himself, gathering what’s left of his composure. He still doesn’t lift his eyes.
“For some reason, it’s been so long and I still think about you,” Sunghoon suddenly confesses, voice firm but low. He turns his body towards Heeseung, one arm resting on the railing. “We agreed to just be friends and that was easy when you were in the city. But now…now you’re in front of me, and you’re striking.”
Heeseung gasps like he’s scandalized, mind feeling somewhat like mush. The words wrap around the most vulnerable parts of himself, warming the sides that never quite returned after their break up. He hasn’t felt this alive—this sexy or wanted—since they ended it. No one could ever quite make him feel the same as Sunghoon had.
Hearing that Sunghoon has been thinking about him too…
It does things to Heeseung. Something akin to arousal twists deep in his gut, burning slightly under his skin. He squeezes his thighs together, hoping that Sunghoon doesn’t notice the way he’s slightly quivering.
He doesn’t think he’s doing a great job of hiding it.
Sunghoon moves, pushing his body against Heeseung’s, his ass cushioning the unmistakable hardness in Sunghoon’s trousers. He lets out another gasp, body slumping forward and almost hanging off of the railing.
“S-Sunghoon…” he says, a breathless moan, fear layering in with his lust, swirling together and forming a deadly concoction.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease. Staring at me all night like you need me. Trying to act all coy about it like you weren’t wearing those skimpy shorts at the hotel.”
Heeseung’s cheeks burn, embarrassed at his former self for ever thinking that Sunghoon wouldn’t notice. Of course, he must’ve been watching and listening for Heeseung whenever he’d leave and come back, and maybe Heeseung had anticipated him doing that, too. He hadn’t really known if it was true, if Sunghoon still even thinks about him.
But apparently, he does.
“You’re a slut. You act like you don’t want it,” Sunghoon mutters, pressing his cock harder against Heeseung. “Look at you, arching your back like a pathetic whore. So fucking desperate for it.”
“Sunghoon,” Heeseung gasps, moaning as the railing digs deeper into his hip bones. He tries to hold his upper body up, but feels himself getting tired relatively quickly. Sunghoon doesn’t seem to care, instead more focused on unbuttoning Heeseung’s pants and pulling them past the swell of his ass. “Sunghoon, we’re in public!”
Heeseung doesn’t forget the fact that they’re currently at their best friends’ wedding, where everyone is only separated by walls adorned with large windows. Anybody could see them, even with the way Sunghoon’s body is pressed over his own, fully encapsulating him in a lust induced trance.
“Guess you’ll have to be good for me. Pray that nobody sees you get railed within an inch of your life, dangling off of a balcony fence because you were too desperate to wait,” Sunghoon says, tone merciless.
His fingers effortlessly push his panties to the side, sliding through his folds easily as a result of the wetness. His panties are soaked too, embarrassingly so. He’s about to dip his fingers in, but he stops, pulling away all together. Heeseung breathes out a whine, turning around to look at Sunghoon. He sees the other man already staring at him, hand moving rapidly to unzip his pants.
Heeseung can’t tear his eyes away, refuses to miss a second of this. Sunghoon pulls his cock out past his waistband, stroking it steadily. Pre-come beads at the flushed tip, and Heeseung watches in quiet awe as Sunghoon collects it with his thumb and uses it to lube up his cock.
It’s nowhere near enough to be substantial, but Heeseung doesn’t think he cares. Sunghoon moves like a man possessed, spitting into his palm and rubbing it across his dick. He lets go of his cock for a second, using both hands to hold Heeseung by the waist and lift him off of the ground, folding him further towards the water beneath them.
Heeseung’s heart races, pounding beneath his chest. “Sunghoon—”
“Shut up. Don’t fucking talk,” he says, sliding the head of his cock in between Heeseung’s folds. He shallowly ruts into the warmth, never moving deep enough for Heeseung to feel anything. Sunghoon pants breathlessly into his ear, pushing Heeseung further against the railing whenever he begins struggling.
“Ah–”
Sunghoon grinds his hips further in, allowing his cock to fully sink in, pelvis flush against Heeseung’s ass. His cunt stretches around it, and Heeseung can only let out moan after moan, whimpering quietly as the cold metal digs into his abdomen.
“W-Wait!” Heeseung cries, gasping in pain when Sunghoon relentlessly starts moving. His pussy pushes out more wetness, only allowing for Sunghoon’s cock to slip in deeper, thrusts ruthless.
Sunghoon groans, head falling forward as he keeps up his pace. “So fucking tight for me, baby. Such a slut.”
Heeseung looks down at the water below him, fear kicking his arousal into overdrive. Sunghoon doesn’t seem to care about the fact that he’s half hanging off of a balcony, upper body close to giving out by now. With the way that Sunghoon continues driving his hips into him, Heeseung thinks that he won’t last much longer.
His cunt is already sensitive from the fact that Sunghoon hadn’t taken any time to be careful, instead treating Heeseung like his personal come dumpster. But the way that he’s fucking him, Heeseung isn’t particularly mad. If anything, he feels better than he’s felt in months, moaning loudly with every stroke. His pussy sucks it all up, massaging Sunghoon’s cock like it’s been deprived.
“Sunghoon!” Heeseung moans, crying out just as desperately, “I’m gonna fall!” His upper body strength has really started to give out, arms going limp from the force of Sunghoon’s thrusts.
Sunghoon only grunts, hiking Heeseung further off the ground and thus hanging him further off the edge. Heeseung feels all the blood rush to his head, making him dizzy as Sunghoon’s hips continue to slam into him, the sound of skin slapping filling his ears.
He can’t help it, it all feels too good. Heeseung continues to let desperate moan out after desperate moan, crying for more, begging for Sunghoon to fuck him harder. The way he moves, the way he takes what he wants, it’s so different from the Sunghoon that he once knew, but he can’t say that he cares.
This is the best sex they’ve ever had, fueled solely by pent up frustration and sexual tension. By straight desire.
Sunghoon works his cock in further, almost like he’s trying to poke a hole through Heeseung. His fingers find Heeseung’s swollen clit, running the slippery bud between them as he pins Heeseung further against the fence. “Fuck, baby. Just pouring all over me, slick getting everywhere.”
Heeseung whimpers and before he knows it, his orgasm is approaching him. It hits him out of nowhere, tension snapping like a rubber band as he tightens around Sunghoon like a vice. His pussy spasms as he creams all over him, wetness flooding out of him and staining the space between them. Sunghoon groans, hands spreading Heeseung’s ass cheeks apart to watch his glistening cock fucking in and out of him. His cunt is flushed red, lips swollen and fat from Sunghoon’s assault.
He cries out, feeling lightheaded as he tries to steady himself against the railing. Sunghoon’s cock threatens the opening of his cervix, forcing itself through the tiny slit. Heeseung can’t do anything, entire body slumping in pleasure, sent into oversensitivity.
“Sunghoon, p-please…hurts,” he says, tears cascading down his face. The wind rushes past him, but Sunghoon’s jacket is still around his shoulders, keeping him warm. He feels the tears sticking to his face and the wetness clinging to the insides of his thighs. His pussy is slick with arousal, still leaking out from around Sunghoon’s cock, pussy still squirting in desperate attempts to pull Sunghoon in further.
“I’m not done yet,” Sunghoon says, pace never faltering. He doesn’t even let up on Heeseung’s clit, pinching it lightly. His fingers trail further down, rubbing against where his cunt is spread open around his dick.
“I bet this slutty pussy wants more, anyway,” he whispers, two fingers sliding in beside his cock. Heeseung cries out at the stretch, overstimulation spreading all along his body. He can’t talk, only mindless babbles coming out of him as he throbs. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning in pleasure as Sunghoon fucks him harder.
“H-Hoon—eekk! S-Slow down!”
Sunghoon doesn’t listen. Of course not. He only moans into Heeseung’s ear, pace not relenting at all. Heeseung can’t tell if he’s close, and a part of him wants it to be over, body tired and strung out, but another part—the majority of him—doesn’t want this to end. Doesn’t want to have to go back to being empty without Sunghoon.
“Even after so long, your body is still mine. You’re still mine,” Sunghoon says, repeating it like a man possessed. He doesn’t let Heeseung believe any differently, seemingly set on fucking this idea into him.
And Heeseung, well Heeseung is only a man.
“Y-Yours. Don’t stop. P-Please!”
Sunghoon groans again, hand moving up until he’s gripping Heeseung’s jaw. Two fingers come in front of his lips, pressing down on them expectantly. Sunghoon doesn’t need to say anything, tapping them against his lips gently. Heeseung allows his mouth to fall open, gagging slightly when Sunghoon carelessly shoves them in. Like this, Sunghoon’s got two fingers in his mouth, two fingers in his cunt, fucking him alongside his cock, and Heeseung pressed firmly against the railing in front of them.
He can’t move, whimpering as he hangs off of it. He’s afraid of heights, the asshole knows that, but Heeseung is honestly too far gone to say or do anything. Just like Sunghoon said, he’s too desperate to care, too content with being fucked like he’s a worthless slut. Nothing more than a toy for Sunghoon to use to get off.
“You want me to slow down or keep going? Or are you too dumb to make up your mind?” Sunghoon spits, not even giving Heeseung the chance to reply as he forces his fingers further down his throat. “It doesn’t matter. You’re just my useless slut at the end of the day. That’s what you’ll always be.”
“M-M not…” Heeseung tries, mouth falling open in breathless pants. He can’t speak around the intrusion in his mouth, gagging louder as Sunghoon ruthlessly fucks his mouth open, too.
“Shh, don’t try to talk. Just fucking take what I give you, baby. Be good,” Sunghoon says, voice derogatory as he pries his fingers deeper into Heeseung’s cunt, stretching him open further. “Stop thinking about anything else. Only think about me fucking you, fucking your womb open. Gonna get you pregnant, make sure you stay mine forever.”
Heeseung lets out a strained cry, pussy clenching tightly around Sunghoon’s cock, body pulling him further in. He fucks back with just as much enthusiasm, ass slapping against Sunghoon’s pelvis. The sounds that fill the space between them are lewd, wet squelches paired with their breathless moans. Even over all of that, Heeseung can still hear the distant party and really prays that no one will walk out right now.
But, his mind does wander. He thinks about what they look like from inside of the hall. Anyone looking towards the windows would just see the back of Sunghoon leaning against the railing, maybe even smoking a cigarette. If they got closer, then they’d see the way that another body is folded beneath him, almost folded completely in half as he’s forced to take it.
He knows that the backs of his thighs, the expanse of his legs, are all damp with his wetness and arousal, feels his slacks sticking to him in a way that’s bordering on disgusting, but he doesn’t care. He knows that his front side is probably bruised by now, red imprints of the railing probably branding themselves against his skin. He still doesn’t care. He needs more, needs Sunghoon to make a home for himself here, just like this.
“Aww, pussy likes that? What, you wanna get pregnant? Wanna stay bound to me?” Sunghoon asks, pulling Heeseung so that he’s flat against his chest, head falling back against his shoulder. He leans in, lips brushing against Heeseung’s ear with every word. “Lucky for you, I’m never letting you leave again.”
Heeseung’s pussy twitches at that, throbbing and pulsing relentlessly. Sunghoon’s cock makes a mess of him, his wetness splattered everywhere, pussy lips rubbed raw. His brain is a jumbled mess, almost like he can’t really think for himself anymore.
“Hoon-ah…” he babbles, spit trailing down all around Sunghoon’s fingers, making them glisten enough to rival the wetness shining around his cock.
“Take it, keep taking it,” Sunghoon says, thrusting in harder, forcing himself in deeper. “My little slut.”
Heeseung trembles around it, crying when Sunghoon’s fingers slip out and slide past his clit again. He rubs slow circles onto his clit, fingers moving over it with a certain type of familiarity that brings Heeseung back to when they were together. He knows exactly which buttons to push, which ticks to trigger. He doesn’t need guidance, is already used to the way that Heeseung sucks him in deeper when he’s close to his orgasm, cunt tightening around him with the force of a vacuum.
Heeseung moans, stomach tensing as he arches his back, moaning loudly, even with the intrusion of Sunghoon’s fingers pressing down on his tongue. His body straightens, toes curling up in his dress shoes as his pussy quivers, releasing floodgates of his slick all the way past Sunghoon’s cock and down his legs. Heeseung cries as he comes, body shaking from the intensity as Sunghoon continues driving in deeper. Still so relentless, not willing to give Heeseung a break yet.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Cream all over this dick, baby. Let it rain,” Sunghoon says, voice teasing, hips still moving. He chuckles at his own comment, finally taking his fingers out of Heeseung’s mouth in favor of placing his hand around Heeseung’s throat, pulling him in impossibly closer.
“Sunghoon—sensitive…” Heeseung mutters, not even fully coherent as Sunghoon continues to fuck him. Distantly, he knows that he’s going to have to go back into the party, is gonna have to compose himself well enough to do so, but his brain knows that this needs to happen later. Right now he doesn’t want to think about any of that, only focused on the feeling of his sensitive and bruised cunt, still clenching around Sunghoon like he hasn’t had enough.
“Don’t care,” Sunghoon replies, still not slowing down. He lets go of Heeseung finally, using his free hand to bend him over the railing again, forcing it to dig deeper into his skin. “I’m almost done. Gonna get it deep for you, baby. Let you feel it inside of you.” His cock batters at Heeseung’s cervix, forcing it open with each deep thrust. “You’re doing a good job,” he says, voice a bit gentler.
Heeseung lets the words settle in his soft brain, wrapping it up in a warm embrace. His eyes slowly begin to close, the rest of the world bleeding out for Sunghoon—always for Sunghoon. He can’t focus his attention on anything else, mind hellbent on making him finish. Despite the fact that he’s exhausted, Heeseung pushes himself back to meet every one of Sunghoon’s thrusts once again. He whines out, crying at the oversensitivity, but moaning at the same time, soaking their thighs even though he shouldn’t have anymore left in him.
When it comes to Sunghoon, Heeseung is, inevitably, an unstoppable splash zone, constantly wetting the area all around them. Sunghoon slips out a few times because of it, but before Heeseung ever has the chance to complain, he’s pushing through swollen folds again, fucking against his bruised insides one more.
“K-Keep going. Want you to take as much as you need…” Heeseung says, all rationale lost. He doesn’t care about anything outside of this anymore. He doesn’t care that he should be inside, celebrating with Jake and Jay. He doesn’t care that he and Sunghoon are exes, that they shouldn’t want each other this desperately anymore. He doesn’t care that his suit is probably ruined or he probably looks like a mess. He doesn’t even care that anybody could be watching.
All that matters is this.
The constant feeling of Sunghoon’s cock pushing through his wetness, hitting his g-spot so liberally each time. He can’t think past the stretch of his cunt, the way that Sunghoon groans into his ears, holding him tightly and pinning him down so that he has no way to escape. He was never this rough before, never this desperate. He has a certain confidence in the way that he fucks, something that tells Heeseung that he’s had a lot of experience.
None of it matters. Heeseung’s brain is filled with cotton and all he can think about is the wet feeling of Sunghoon’s come flooding his womb—how badly he wants it.
“Please,” he begs, body spent and tired. He doesn’t know if he’s able to come again, doesn’t know if he wants to. All he feels is the way he throbs around Sunghoon’s hardness, pulsing wildly.
“Almost there—fuck,” Sunghoon groans, cramming his dick in as deep as he can, feeling the prominent protrusion on the other side. His palm presses against Heeseung’s abdomen, feeling the tip of his cock with every thrust. Heeseung feels him along the lining of his uterus, feeling himself bloated from the intrusion. He feels too full, tension forming in his lower stomach, body seizing again.
Sunghoon’s fingers work relentlessly over his clit, set on drawing out another orgasm. “Come on, baby. Let me feel you spill around me again, let me get it in deep. Open up for me,” he says, sounding absolutely deluded with how raspy his voice is, how committed he is to finishing inside of Heeseung.
“C-Can’t!” Heeseung cries, full to the point of it hurting.
“You can and you will. Last one and then I’ll be done,” Sunghoom promises, although Heeseung isn’t sure if he believes him. He knows that Sunghoon can be greedy when it comes to this, wanting to satisfy himself as much as possible—satisfy Heeseung as much as possible too. He can never get enough.
Heeseung shrieks as his cock buries itself into his womb, bullying its way past his cervix. He comes all over himself again, body so spent that he can’t hold himself up. He watches as the small waves ripple in the water, vision blurry from his intense orgasm. Like before, Sunghoon doesn’t stop his assault, instead forcing himself in with more aggression.
“Fuck, baby. Wet all over, pussy’s so desperate for my come,” he says, plowing into Heeseung with no remorse. “Stay still for me. Gonna drown you in it.” His eyes roll to the back of his head as his orgasm washes over him in waves.
Heeseung clenches around him tightly, crying as he empties his load inside. He feels wetness pervading his body, sticking to the insides of his womb. He cries for a number of reasons, because it feels too good, because he wants more, but also because he doesn’t want this to be over. Doesn’t want Sunghoon to leave him.
“Good boy, taking it so well. Keep it all inside,” Sunghoon says, groaning lowly as his hips shudder and twitch. He moves in small circles, fucking his come deeper into Heeseung. He tries to catch his breath, breathing against the railing as the moon shines down onto the water beneath him. He preens at the praise that continuously tumbles out of Sunghoon’s lips, feeling the familiar warmth embrace them. Even as the cotton slips, even as reality slowly shifts into place, Heeseung still feels warm all over.
They stay like that for a while, trying to catch their breaths. Luckily enough, no one has come out onto the balcony, hopefully too invested in the wedding to notice that the two of them have disappeared together.
Somehow, his small smoke break has turned into this—into Sunghoon lazily fucking his come back inside, watching Heeseung whimper as it leaks from around his cock. It's a sight that he truly never wants to forget.
It doesn’t take long for Sunghoon to pull out, ignoring Heeseung’s relentless mewls and pleas for him not to move. He doesn’t say anything as he tucks himself back into his pants, watching the way that his come leaks out more liberally.
He allows Heeseung’s ruined panties to slick back over his cunt, eyes darkening at the way the fabric immediately dampens with his come.
“Meet me in my hotel room. Tonight. I’ll be waiting.”
And then Sunghoon is gone, leaving Heeseung there with come and slick leaking down his legs, causing his pants to stick uncomfortably to the insides of his thighs. Heeseung knows that he can’t return to the wedding like this, looking like an absolute mess. He pulls his pants up with a wince, buttoning them and doing his best to keep the mess in between his thighs from ruining anything else.
He realizes that Sunghoon left his suit jacket draped around his shoulders, and as payback, Heeseung ties it around his waist, hoping that it gets stained with the evidence of what they did tonight.
His legs are shaky as he turns around, facing the party. He thinks about going back in there, about going to the bathroom and trying to finger all of the come from inside of him.
Or…Or he could take Sunghoon up on his offer, follow him back to the hotel. He’s sure that Jake and Jay are too drunk to remember anything now anyways.
Heeseung’s eyes follow the path that Sunghoon took back into the party, undoubtedly leaving and heading back to the hotel by now.
Sunghoon is his ex for a reason, he knows it’s a bad idea to spend the night with him, but for some reason, he doesn’t want to listen to reason. He doesn’t care anymore, brain only after one thing.
He feels empty without Sunghoon inside of him. He feels distressed at the way his come is leaking out, all of it going to waste instead of sticking inside of him.
Heeseung makes his choice then, following the familiar path back towards the hotel.