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Sohee hates the rain. He hates the way it causes muddy footprints to track onto the floorboards of his apartment, and how muggy it gets, and how gloomy everyone is. Sohee likes going out, he likes wearing short sleeve tees and backwards caps. But when it’s raining, he has to bundle up in ten different layers. It doesn’t help that Sohee gets cold easily, so he’s left to cuddle underneath the covers of his bed, pulling them up to his chest.
Anton loves the rain. Having come from the east coast in America, he’s used to the weather being unpredictable – either torrential rain or snow, or scalding hot. Anton runs warm, so rainy days cast a soft cool onto his warm skin whilst he walks around with a tee and some loose sweatpants.
The only thing Sohee likes about rainy days is that he gets an excuse to call out from university.
“Sorry, my car broke down in the rain, Professor.” Sohee had lied through his teeth, giggling whilst Anton hooked his chin over Sohee’s shoulder, laughing at the flimsy excuse.
Naturally, a day off means lots of rest that Sohee usually can’t get, and Anton time. The two of them being swarmed with school work and internships doesn’t leave much time for the two of them. They come home at different hours of the night, before passing out on the bed. Sohee can’t even remember when they’ve sat down for a meal, given the differences in their schedules.
Sohee’s more than glad to forget about the gloomy weather outside by distracting himself with Anton’s toned arms and plush lips. Sohee straddles Anton’s lap, his hands brushing away Anton’s long bangs to kiss his cheek, capturing his lips as he softly sighs into the kiss. Anton’s hands rest underneath Sohee’s (Anton’s) thick hoodie – shivering when the cold air in their flat hits his abdomen.
Anton’s hands are wandering, and the kiss quickly becomes heated, their tongues meeting, eliciting a soft moan from Sohee. The older boy wraps his arms around Anton’s neck, bringing their chests closer together, a familiar heat coiling up inside of Sohee.
Sohee hates how pent up he is, how easy it is to get him keyed up. Just a little bit of kissing and Sohee can already feel wetness pooling in his boxers. He grinds his hips down subconsciously, chasing his release. Anton gasps back, the pressure on his dick surprising him. He tightens his grip on Sohee’s lithe waist.
Sohee revels in the sound, grinding against Anton again, the fabric catching on his clit as Anton bucks his hips up to slot his clothed, growing erection against Sohee’s own wet slit. Sohee grasps the ends of Anton’s hair on the back of his neck, moaning gently as he picks up the pace. Anton guides his movements, moaning when Sohee circles his hips.
Anton pushes Sohee away with a tug on his hair.
“Hyung.” He whines, resting his head on Sohee’s chest as he looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes. Sohee giggles, dragging a hand down Anton’s cheek. Anton leans into the touch, kissing his palm.
“Chanyoung-ah,” Sohee breathes. “You’re so eager today.”
“I missed you, hyung.”
“We cuddle every night, you big baby.” Sohee rolls his eyes.
“Not like that…” Anton mumbles bashfully. “I missed being in you.”
Sohee nearly chokes. “Since when were you so crude? What happened to my soft-spoken, shy boyfriend?” He brushes Anton’s hair away, looking into those wide eyes. Anton pushes his head into Sohee’s chest.
“Your boyfriend is horny.” Anton whines, hugging Sohee tighter to him. Sohee can swear he feels Anton throb from between the layers of fabric separating them. “Please?” Anton looks up at Sohee.
“Well… I guess it’s fine.” Sohee giggles, leaning forward to press a small peck on Anton’s pouty lips. He grinds down against Anton’s hardness again. “Knock yourself out.”
Anton doesn’t move quicker. He switches their positions, tossing Sohee to the couch and pinning him in place. His forearms rest by Sohee’s head as he captures the other’s lips again – this time with more heat. Sohee moans at the rough treatment, holding onto Anton’s broad shoulders.
Anton trails kisses down Sohee’s cheek and jawline, suckling underneath Sohee’s ear lobe. He faintly feels a set of teeth marking up his neck, pulling down his hoodie just to nip at Sohee’s collarbone. Sohee’s back arches into the touch, a soft gasp tumbling from his lips every time Anton bites down.
Anton’s warm and broad hands grip onto Sohee’s small waist. Sohee knows the younger boy loves his waist, how tiny he is, how broad it makes him look in comparison. Anton trails his hands up Sohee’s shirt, brushing against his chest. Sohee can’t feel the sensation, aching to feel Anton’s fingers pinch his nipples, but he’s taped up today.
Sohee pouts to himself mentally. Anton instead finds his hands tracing down Sohee’s sides instead, pinching the skin on the small of his back. Sohee shifts his hips impatiently when Anton’s hand teases at the waistband of Sohee’s sweats, before pulling it back up to graze his lower abdomen, sending shivers up his spine.
Sohee whines when Anton does it again. His boyfriend smacks a wet kiss to the side of Sohee’s head.
“Okay, okay. Sorry, baby. You’re just too easy to tease.” Anton chuckles, dipping his hands into Sohee’s sweats. Anton slowly pulls Sohee’s sweats lower, kneading his thighs as he chucks the fabric across their living room. Sohee shivers. The air in their apartment is cold. Anton’s warm hands quickly bring warmth back to his body. His whole hand could fit across Sohee’s thin thighs.
Anton kisses down Sohee’s abdomen, finally kissing the waistband of his boxers. Sohee shivers, feeling his abdomen jump at the touch of Anton’s lips so close to wear he needs him. Anton trails further down, kissing Sohee’s inner thigh, way too close to his wetness. Sohee whimpers.
“Who’s the desperate one now, huh?” Anton whispers, soothing his hands up Sohee’s thighs to dig his thumbs into the waistband of Sohee’s boxers. Anton teases his thumbs up and down Sohee’s thighs.
Anton’s hand slips inside of Sohee’s boxers, brushing against his pubic mound before trailing further down. Sohee’s so wet. Anton drags his finger through the wetness and grazes against Sohee’s clit. It throbs underneath the attention.
Anton presses against Sohee’s clit, eliciting a soft, surprised moan at the sudden pressure. He carefully circles his fingers against Sohee’s clit. The older boy’s hips jump into Anton’s palm as he gnaws on his bottom lip.
“Hngnf- ‘Ton-ah.” Sohee whimpers. Anton leaves a wet kiss on Sohee’s exposed collarbone, deciding to leave the hoodie on due to the cold weather. His broad hands disappear underneath the band of Sohee’s boxers, and pull them down to his ankles. Sohee shivers at the exposure.
Anton chucks the article of clothing to the floor as he crowds himself against Sohee.
“Cold, baby?” Anton soothes his warm, broad hands down Sohee’s thighs, spreading them apart to rest in the space between. Sohee whimpers in embarrassment at being laid bare, his privates twitching with the cold air bristling against his wetness. Anton’s shoulders are so broad, especially when he wears those tight tees that almost squeeze his biceps.
Sohee desperately pulls Anton closer, scrambling to hold on Anton’s wrists. He drags a hand underneath Anton’s shirt, feeling his abdomen tense underneath his cold fingers.
“Ton-ah, ‘s cold. Need your warm fingers.” Sohee drags Anton’s wrist to his hipbone, hovering over where he needs him. Anton teases his fingers, brushing against his clit. Sohee’s breath hitches. “Please…” Sohee looks up at Anton with glazed eyes, lips bitten raw in anticipation. Anton kisses Sohee on the crown of his head, before finally dipping his fingers where the older is the most desperate for him.
Anton’s wet fingers slide against his opening, bringing them back up to circle his clit – with more fervor this time. Sohee’s breath hitches and he pulls Anton closer with one hand gripping his white tee. Sohee’s stray hands soothes Anton's abdomen, fiddling with the drawstring of his sweats. Anton brings his fingers lower, gliding against Sohee’s hole, before slowly entering him. The slide is a little dry as he pulls his fingers out again, and slams them back in.
Sohee whimpers, shifting his hips to get Anton deeper. The younger watches as his finger disappears, enthralled by the way the pad of his pointer finger shines with Sohee’s wetness. Anton picks up a fast pace, eyes never leaving Sohee’s twitching cunt as he does so. Sohee’s twitching fingers finally untie the knot on Anton’s sweats, reaching in to cup his boyfriend’s growing bulge.
Anton stifles a surprised gasp at the sudden touch on his bare skin. He’s unsurprisingly not wearing any boxers, considering he was planning to go nowhere but his apartment. It’s dry, and he isn’t fully hard yet, but Sohee squeezes his way up the shaft with still shaky fingers, rubbing his thumb against the frenulum. Anton puts all his focus on his, now two, fingers inside of Sohee. Anton’s pointer and middle finger rub up against the spongy walls of Sohee’s cunt, a wet squelch every time he pulls out.
Sohee squirms, equally as keyed up as Anton is right now. They pant into each other’s mouths as they lean in for a sloppy kiss, their hands busy in each other’s pants. Sohee feels precome bead at Anton’s tip and swipes it to rub down Anton’s shaft, hearing the other moan gently into his mouth. Anton brings his spare hand to brush against Sohee’s hair, tangling it in his locs as he anchors himself.
Anton’s pace picks up, his fingers diving into Sohee even faster. He angles his fingers where he knows Sohee’s sensitive, earning a weak cry from Sohee as he clenches around Anton’s digits. Sohee tightens his thighs around Anton, twisting his hand around Anton’s wet tip just right whilst the younger boy rubs his thumb against Sohee’s clit. Sohee squirms, the dual stimulation inside and outside of his pussy make him clench rhythmically as he cants his hips up, meeting Anton halfway.
“C-chanyoung- mhf-” Sohee lets out a wet gasp. Anton huffs, nipping at Sohee’s jawline. Anton knows Sohee’s always been more sensitive, always the first to let go. That’s how he knows Sohee’s orgasm is creeping up behind him, faster than his own is. And he makes it into a competition.
His fingers dive into Sohee, rough and fast, the way that leaves Sohee aching for it when he’s done. Sohee moans, tossing his head back and grip loosening on Anton’s shaft, grip loose as he shuts his eyes, zoning in one the clenching in his lower abdomen, the way he can feel himself clench around Anton’s fingers.
Sohee’s hands both come to Anton’s forearm, flexing with the way he’s still driving his fingers into Sohee.
“Hnugh- please- Ahn-ton-” Sohee whimpers, squirming underneath Anton. The younger boy pins his hips down to the mattress.
“Feel good, baby?” Anton asks, leaning down to pecker kisses on Sohee’s abdomen. It sends flutters down Sohee’s spine, arching off of the bed. Sohee whines, nodding his head as he tries to escape Anton’s strong hand pinning down his hips. Anton huffs in amusement, trailing kisses down until he wraps his lips around Sohee’s clit, puffy and wet. Sohee moans, instinctively bringing his hands to the back of Anton’s head, tangling in the black locs.
“Hahnghff- ah- Chanyoung-ah-” Sohee trails off with a moan stuck in his throat. Sohee’s bottom growth has made it so Anton can completely wrap his lips around his clit. It makes Sohee clench rhythmically around Anton’s fingers with a wet squelch every time. Sohee barely has time to give Anton a warning before he’s tightening his thighs around Anton’s head and wailing.
“Anto- mmgmff-!” Sohee pulls on Anton’s locs as he falls apart, feeling the way he impossibly tightens around Anton’s fingers once more. He can feel the way he pulses with the force of his orgasm, Anton moaning into Sohee’s wetness as he soaks it in.
By the time Anton’s pulling away with residue of Sohee’s arousal on his chin, Sohee’s thighs quiver, and Anton has to run his hands down the pale skin, soothing them. He wraps Sohee’s thighs around his waist, wiping Sohee’s slick away with the back of his hand as he leans down to press a kiss to Sohee’s bitten lips.
“Good?” Anton asks, as if evidence of Sohee’s approval isn’t drying on the back of his knuckles. Sohee kicks him in the hip with the best of his post-orgasm strength.
“You fucking idiot.” Sohee whines, embarrassed. “What do you think?”
Anton chuckles, peppering kisses onto Sohee’s cheek.
“Just wanted to be sure…” Anton mumbles, his pecks turning into little nips at Sohee’s jawline, hand trailing further down to casually rub at Sohee’s clit. Sohee jumps, the sudden sensation to his overstimulated clit making his breath stutter.
Anton grinds his hips onto the side of Sohee’s inner thigh, and Sohee can feel his erection, throbbing against the confines of his sweatpants. Sohee reaches down with shaking fingers, pulling at Anton’s waistband until his dick springs out, hard and leaking. Sohee gulps and pulls down the waistband until it rests just underneath his length.
Anton bites his lip, staring down as Sohee wraps his dainty hand around the tip. His thumb presses against Sohee’s clit a little firmer, and Sohee squeezes Anton by the base.
“Fuck-” Sohee tapers off into a soft moan, using his other hand to pull Anton closer by the collar of his tee. Anton shuffles closer, letting his forearm rest near Sohee’s head.
Sohee takes control of the situation, using his hand to rub the tip of Anton’s cock onto his own wet clit, knocking Anton’s fingers out of the way. Anton groans when Sohee’s hips grind up into the sensation, letting Anton glide through his wetness.
Anton leans down to capture Sohee’s lips in his, desperate and full of heat, biting Sohee’s bottom lips as he devours him whole. He replaces Sohee’s hand with his own, slapping his dick against Sohee’s wet pussy, the sound obscene and making Sohee’s abdomen clench with arousal.
Sohee wraps his arms around Anton’s neck, and the younger boy separates from the kiss to look down at Sohee fondly. He brings a hand to Sohee’s bangs to push them out of his face; they’re getting long. Out of character for Sohee, who usually keeps his hair short, any longer and it starts to give him dysphoria.
“Hi, baby,” Anton greets when he pushes Sohee’s sweaty bangs out of his eyes.
“Hi.” Sohee pants out, Anton still shallowly thrusting against the wetness of Sohee’s pussy. He tangles his hand into the back of Anton’s head, petting the locs. “I’m ready.” Sohee whispers. Anton always needs that verbal confirmation, ever the gentleman. Anton kisses Sohee on the cheek, hand coming to grip Sohee by the waist as he sits back, tilting his hips higher so Anton can slide in easier.
Sohee gasps when he feels Anton’s tip breaching him, hands clenching into the fabric of the couch. Anton groans as he slowly enters, grip tightening on Sohee’s waist as his face bunches up in pleasure. Sohee pants out heavily, closing his eyes and tilting his head back when Anton keeps pushing in. He arches into the touch as Anton bullies his way into him, his thick cock filling him up well.
Sohee feels tighter than usual, and every time he clenches down, it makes Anton moan brokenly, thrusting shallowly into his pussy.
Anton groans, tilting his head back when their hips connect. Sohee gasps, eyes shooting open at the fullness. Anton uses both hands to hold Sohee’s hips up, his grip tight and white-knuckled as he tries to get used to the tightness around him. Sohee clenches down on the length in response every time he feels Anton throb inside of him
“Fuck, you’re- hyung.” Anton moans, tracing circles on Sohee’s hipbones with his thumbs. He shuffles forward, jostling his dick inside of Sohee, who squirms at the angle change. Anton curses and apologizes underneath his breath.
“Changyoung-ah” Sohee moans, tossing an arm over his eyes. He doesn’t really realize how long it’s been since he’s had Anton inside of him. They’ve had more time to give passing blow jobs and fingering sessions, but he hasn’t had something so big inside of him in a while.
Anton leans down to press his lips against Sohee’s eating him alive. Sohee knows he won’t move until Sohee says he can. Sohee tucks Anton’s hair behind his ear, barely long enough to do so.
He separates from the kiss, looking down at Sohee with indescribable lust and love.
“You can move, Toni,” Sohee says softly, feeling Anton throb inside of him at his words. Anton kisses him once more, as he slowly slides his dick out, the glide making Sohee pants heavily into the kiss.
He isn’t prepared for Anton to hiss and lose his control as he thrusts back in at a fast pace. Sohee yelps into the kiss, gripping onto Anton’s broad shoulders for support as Anton’s dick pushes past his wet opening and hammers back into him. Sohee tilts his head back, whimpering at the pace. A wet squelch is heard every time Anton thrusts back in, and Sohee’s arousal leaks out from around Anton’s dick plugging him up.
Sohee wails when Anton thrusts up into Sohee, grinding every time he retracts, hitting his spongy wall head-on. He lets out whorish moans, surprising even himself. Anton groans into the crook of Sohee’s neck, muttering profanities in English that Sohee can barely make out. Sohee grinds up, meeting Anton’s hips halfway.
Sohee can feel how he clenches down on Anton’s length, feeling how deep he’s reaching. Sohee rests a hand on his abdomen, yearning to feel him thrusting against his waist, the tip of his dick breaching his skin and leaving a bulge.
Anton trails his eyes down Sohee’s body as he sits back on his heels, watching as Sohee squirms, hand on his abdomen.
He cants his hips up, grinding deeper into Sohee. The drag is deliciously good and Sohee flutters his eyes closed.
“Ton-ahgngh! Puh-please- ughn!” Sohee rambles, moaning as Anton fucks into him. Anton presses a hand onto Sohee’s abdomen, on top of his hand, and he presses down on the skin. Sohee whimpers loudly, clenching again around Anton’s dick.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tiny, hyung.” Anton groans, and Sohee opens his eyes to watch as Anton presses down on the evident bulge in his stomach. Sohee’s eyes flutter back into his head with a broken moan, fisting the pillow next to his head as his hand is trapped between his stomach and Anton’s broader one.
He can feel the way Anton’s tip nudges his palm through the layer of skin upon every thrust, and the sensation makes his stomach flutter. He moans brokenly when Anton’s hand is removed from his stomach, coming to stroke his clit, the bundle of nerves twitching against his deft fingers.
Sohee arches into the touch, the hoodie he’s wearing suddenly feeling too hot as Anton hammers into him in time with his strokes to Sohee’s throbbing clit.
He tightens dangerously, feeling a coil wind-up in his stomach.
“I- fuck-hngngfgf, Chanyou-ahnghf!!” Sohee wails as he tightens around Anton’s dick spearhammering into him, the wet squelches getting louder as Anton fucks Sohee through his orgasm. Sohee twitches against the couch, as Anton strokes his clit through the orgasm. But he doesn’t stop, and his hips keep thrusting into him and the fingers toying with his clit keep going.
Sohee wails, shying away from the sensation, too much. Anton grunts, doubling his efforts.
“Again.” He groans out, grinding deeper into Sohee, like he’s searching for something. His tip hits against his sweet spot every drag out and it makes Sohee shake underneath Anton, his thighs quivering, wrapping around Anton.
“N-no- so- too- m-uch- ah- Anton-” Sohee whimpers, his hips squirming when Anton pinches his clit, now red and throbbing against Anton’s palm. Anton leans over Sohee’s frame again, caging him in as he grips the arm rest of the couch. He grinds deeper into Sohee, his dick hitting deeper upon every thrust back in.
Sohee feels his breath hitch when Anton buries himself deeper every thrust, so deep that-
“Oh- oh! Fuck-hnfg-AH-!” Sohee moans wantonly as Anton’s tip breaches the tight ring of muscle inside of him, kissing his cervix. It’s the last thing he feels before his eyes roll back into his head and his thighs clench around Anton. He can feel his pussy clenching around Anton’s dick, and the telltale sensation of wetness seeping out of him.
He realizes he’s squirting, onto Anton, all over his dick as he fucks into him, moaning at the display as he rubs Sohee’s clit through it. Sohee’s reduced to a series of whimpers and broken wails, hips twitching upon every spurt of clear liquid, spraying onto Anton’s lower abdomen and mixing with his sweat.
Anton groans deep next to Sohee’s ear and finally removes his hand from Sohee’s overstimulated clit, burying himself in Sohee’s cervix as he finally comes in time with Sohee’s last spray of liquid.
The two moan in unison, coming down from their highs. Sohee can feel the way Anton’s cock twitches whenever he fills him up, more come filling him up every time. Anton pants and whines in Sohee’s ear, thrusting shallowly as he finishes. Sohee’s arms and limbs are so tired that he melts into the couch, letting Anton whisper into his ear.
So good, so perfect, baby- hyung.
The two pant for a second, catching their breath. Anton collapses on top of Sohee, caging him in as he trails a finger down Sohee’s cheek, brushing his bangs away again and kissing his forehead.
Sohee breaks the silence first.
“Fuck.” He hoarsely rasps out. Anton giggles, burying his head into Sohee’s clavicle. Sohee shifts underneath Anton and vaguely remembers that he’s still inside of him. Anton hisses, holding Sohee down by the hips.
“Shit. I should- pull out.” Anton gnaws on his lower lip. Sohee nods up at Anton, watching as Anton slowly pulls out. The drag makes Anton hiss and Sohee hiccups at the sensation of Anton’s dick passing against ridges inside of him. Anton slips out with a wet pop that makes both of them blush.
Sohee can feel Anton’s release leaking out of him. Anton sits back on his heels, watching as it drips down Sohee’s inner thighs, painting it white. He watches hungrily, trailing his fingers through the mess. It coats his fingers.
Sohee’s quicker to grab his wrist and bring it to his mouth, kissing the pads of Anton’s fingers, before licking around the digits, swirling his tongue around them as he shoves them into his mouth. Anton watches Sohee, jaw clenched. When Sohee pulls them out, Anton sighs.
“You’re-” He shakes his head.
Sohee rolls his eyes. “You have to clean me up, deal with the consequences.” He pulls Anton back down to him by wrapping his legs around Anton’s middle. Anton rolls his eyes back.
“I think I’m not the one who squirted all over me. Moaning like we don’t have neighbors.” Anton teases.
“You were moaning in my ear for the last five minutes of it, whispering about how much you loved your hyung soooo much, idiot.” Sohee teases back.
Anton kisses Sohee on the lips to shut him up.
“God forbid a boy confesses his undying love for his boyfriend.”
“Buried inches deep into said boyfriend? That’s sad.”
Anton pouts at Sohee.
“You better clean me up.” Sohee narrows his eyes.
Anton grins at him.
“I can come up with a way…”
Anton trails kisses down Sohee’s abdomen again and his mouth is on him in seconds.
Safe to say, they got no studying done that day. Sohee showed up to class forgetting half of his notes the next day. When he got questioned about the lecture notes he was supposed to take online yesterday, he blushed and shrugged.