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The day was as normal as ever, sweltering with the early summer heat and eased with a cool, refreshing breeze. The birds were chirping their sonnets of love, high toned melodies carried on the wind for all to hear. With the idyllic charm comes a June gloom, though, which clung to Heeseung like a rain cloud, his own personal symbol of despair. He was soaked to the bone, teeth chattering and limbs heavy, but any passerby would see his usual jersey-clad self trudging his way to his morning classes after a weekend of late night parties and 3 pm wakings.
But not everything was as it seemed.
He had been thoroughly on edge ever since Sunghoon left his car several days ago. Something had changed in that moment he wasn’t equipped to verbalize, haunting every hour he lie awake (or even asleep at this rate). He practically catapulted out of his skin every time someone approached him, fearing it was Sunghoon, or worse, a ghost of Sunghoon.
He had been seeing him everywhere, whether it was an apparition of fear, despair or longing, he didn’t know. He would see him laughing in the canteen, shoulders vibrating with mirth. He would see him in classes he knew he didn’t belong in, mop of black hair curled around his face. He would see him walking down the corridors, hand brushing Heeseung’s upper arm as he passed.
It was driving him mad, insane even.
He was everywhere. Sometimes he’d see two of him, or his smile in his sandwich he had for lunch or his outline in the clouds overhead. What the fuck. What did this even mean? He wanted to ask someone, anyone for help. Plead for them to fix him. But, his only options were other frat members who, in his opinion, are just as worthless as he is. If he stumbled up to them right now, asking `fellas, is it gay to see your best friend everywhere even when he’s not there,` they’d look at him like he grew two heads and breathed fire.
It was agonizing. Truly and fully. Even when he finally reached his bed, exhausted after a long day of tension, he’d close his eyes and see him flickering behind his eyelids. A slideshow presentation of him leaning into him and whispering into his ear, something unintelligible but meaningful. He’d turn to him, moving his own mouth to speak but nothing would come out. Sunghoon would simply lean in, closing the gap, but just as their lips were about to touch, he’d startle awake in a cold sweat, briefs painfully tight.
He couldn’t be gay, no. Not like this. Not in his 22nd year of life when he’s gotten so far already being perfectly content with being straight. In the locker room before practice, he’s seen plenty of male bodies, nude or otherwise and nothing ever made him feel some type of way. Not their muscled arms, dense abdomens, chiseled jaws or whatever it was that gay people might like. None of it was interesting to him. None at all.
So why was his head full of Sunghoon?
Instead of tackling the subject with any logic or tact, he decided avoiding him was the best option. Whether that was beelining to class to miss him on the campus lawn, ducking behind trees or trashcans when he caught sight of him or even hiding behind walls and waiting for him to pass. It was pathetic and he was well aware. Painfully so.
In his mind, shoving the issue to the recesses of his brain by not seeing Sunghoon for the time being might make this pass. Maybe it was just a one-time spark of curiosity because they were close. He had to hold onto any minuscule shred of hope that would leave him off the sexuality spectrum and into the arms of the most beautiful woman he could imagine.
That was what he needed.
——
Sunghoon was starting to get pissed off, thoroughly.
The week started as normal, a mindless routine from point A to point B, mundane and boring. It was classes, eating, home, studying, sleeping and repeat. Nothing he wasn’t used to already. It had become a second nature to him and by having this out-of-body experience at times, it made the more boring classes a lot more bearable. He had nothing to complain about.
But, strangely, there was a Heeseung-shaped hole in his life. He was used to not seeing the older from time to time since their schedules were quite different and Heeseung had a whole sport and practices to worry about (something Sunghoon will never understand), but they usually crossed paths in the canteen at the very least. They would be able to exchange greetings, bicker and eat some overly salty food as per usual. It was something Sunghoon counted on for some sort of escape from his daily life, but he wasn’t there. He still saved a seat for him (which made Sunoo quirk a brow), hoping that maybe he’d catch his stupid ass sauntering in so he could wave him down.
It never happened.
It felt like a coincidence at first- like, maybe Heeseung had just been rushing to eat because he was so busy or maybe he didn’t have time for lunch at all. Maybe he didn’t have time to linger on the campus greens or loiter in front of the library because it made him `look cool.` Sunghoon was thinking up every possible excuse to the point where it seemed desperate. All because he was afraid to admit to himself that damn.. he missed him. Missed his presence and the light it brought to his day. Missed the way he would always say the wrong thing at the wrong time to the point where it was comical.
It was stupid, really. But, Sunghoon had grown to really fit in with Heeseung. They squabbled non-stop, sure, but that was the fun in it. They never really meant it and at the end of the day, he knew if he needed something, Heeseung would be there.
So why was he gone?
He felt like he was going through the stages of grief all at once. He wanted to excuse the behavior, he wanted to mourn the loss, but more than anything he was boiling mad. What gave Heeseung the right to practically ghost him? What typical man behavior. Maybe he should’ve expected it, seen it coming. Heeseung doesn’t exactly have the best reputation when it comes to the people around him, but Sunghoon thought he was different. Thought he was close enough to bypass the shady behavior. Did he really even know Heeseung at all?
Slapping his face between two firm palms, he sighs exaggeratedly. There was only one way to find out.
He had to go into the belly of the beast.
——
Here Sunghoon stood in front of the Decelis house, the infamous home of Heeseung’s god-awful frat. It was the biggest frat on campus, well-known for their parties each and every Friday. It was almost an unspoken vow, he thought, that they never skip a weekend in fear of some punishment from the great beyond. A superstition they carry out happily since it gets them exactly what they want.
Women, alcohol and sex.
Anyone who wanted to be anyone would show up to these parties, scantily clad and waiting for their big break (whether that be hooking up with a senior frat boy or getting their foot in the door socially). It never appealed to Sunghoon, really. He was an intense introvert and damn good at it. He cared about what other people thought, sure, but he learned these kinds of things can be artificial. Fake. He’d rather be true to himself than impress a room of posers.
It wasn’t his first rodeo, clearly, so he knew what walking through those doors meant. The walls practically pulsed with the sheer volume of the music inside, the scent of sweat and booze lingering in the air even from outside. It smelled like a locker room garbage can (or so he assumed, since he’s never been in one).
Sucking in his breath (both out of nerves and to block out the smell), he pushes through the large front entrance. Just as expected, the house is littered with people. They’re crowding the hallways, the staircases and the main rooms, everywhere becoming a dance floor. People wave their cans of beer or otherwise around as they foolishly vibe to the music, looking entirely ridiculous in Sunghoon’s eyes. He tries to refrain from scowling but it’s hard not to.
Searching through the sea of people was like wading through the ocean during a storm. No one wanted to move from the spot they’re dedicatedly rooted to, so he had to resort to shoving past them. He would apologize, sure, but it’s on them for not moving in the first place. Just then, he spots cherry hair interlocked with a bottle-blonde. The aforementioned anger he’s felt during this week erupted into fury.
He stomped up to the pair, not caring how he might be perceived for getting between them, and jabs a finger harshly into Heeseung’s shoulder, face swirled with discontent and brows pinched.
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Heeseung practically growls, protectively holding the much smaller girl to his chest. Heeseung had never learned her name, too tied up in finding a distraction as quickly and as easily as he possibly could. Did that make him an asshole? Oh, absolutely. But, he never said he was a saint.
“So that’s what this is?” Sunghoon laughs, bitter and incredulous, eyes blown wide in anger. “You’re going to throw our friendship away- what? Over some girl? Over a good fuck?” He throws his arms up in the air in disbelief before slamming them down to his side, feeling himself shaking from the rage piercing his skin. “I should’ve known you’d stoop to this level of stupidity, Lee Heeseung.” He spits. “Rock bottom isn’t low enough for you.”
The previous chattering noise of the room (save for the cheap bass of some distant song) is broken by a few gasps of onlookers, surely noting down the details for their next scandalous Instagram story. Heeseung’s positive this is going to be the talk on campus for nearly a week until people find some other juicy bit of gossip to sink their teeth into. The looks, the whispers- it’ll all be for Sunghoon. Heeseung is untouchable, reputation too polished to take a scratch from something like this. But, Sunghoon? Gay, always-getting-his-nose-into-trouble Sunghoon? It’s bound to crash and burn around him and that aches something foul in Heeseung’s chest.
“Nothing to say?” Sunghoon crosses his arms over his chest. The Heeseung he knew was always witty, always sharp, always had something to quip back that fueled the fire. But this Heeseung stood there, dumbfounded and silent, eyes devoid of that smug flicker he was so accustomed to. “Damn you.” He mutters, spinning on his heel and stomping towards the door. The crowd easily parts for him (finally, he thinks), half out of fear of his sudden outburst and half out of intrigue for where this was going, a cluster of vultures stalking their prey.
Seeing Sunghoon slowly disappear from sight has that line `I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave` stuck in Heeseung’s head like a parasitic worm. At the same time, he feels something important, something vital, slipping through his fingers. Something that keeps the inner mechanisms of his body fueled, churning and moving. Like, at the root of all things, nothing matters if that lanky dork isn’t there to keep him in line.
In a beat, he’s tossing the girl aside (whom Jay gratefully catches in his own arms with a little `hey, sweet thing`) and contemplating his options. His feet, however, are moving before his brain, body on autopilot as he suddenly breaks into a sprint. Hell, he never ran this fast even on the field (which would definitely earn him something fierce from his coach if he ever found out). One moment the soles of his shoes were slamming against hardwood and the next they were laying into the dying grass of the front lawn, crunching beneath his weight. Sunghoon’s figure was getting larger and larger and words were clawing at his throat, scratching at his tongue and forcing his teeth apart like a floor jack. His lips were sealed tight, but the weight puffed at his cheeks, filling his mouth with unintelligible garble. He was on the verge of exploding when he crashed right into Sunghoon, tumbling them both onto the ground.
“Dude, what the f- Heeseung?” Sunghoon blinked once, twice, body sore from the sudden collision with the pavement of the sidewalk. “What do you wan-“
“I want you!” The words finally broke free from their prison, tumbling out of Heeseung’s mouth like a faucet. “God, Sunghoon, I want you. You are absolutely diabolical, criminal even, for never leaving my mind. I close my eyes and guess what! You’re there! I open them and what do you know? I’m seeing visions of you like you’re a goddamn ghost. I couldn’t escape, no matter what I did, you were there. In everything.” He’s heaving now, retching out the word vomit. “And I’m not into dudes! Like what the fuck? What are you doing to me?” His vision is blurry, fuzzed at the edge with black. “You’re.. You’re a siren! And I’m some pathetic lost sailor at sea drawn to your stupid song, your stupid lyrics you always sing wrong, your stupid hand you put on my arm and your stupid whisper in my ear..” He trails off, looking down at his own hands to avoid the gaze searing a hole through his forehead. “I want you.” And it’s a broken whisper, soft, vulnerable and honest. If he were more present in his body at the moment, he would be cringing out of his skin or paying Sunghoon real money to forget this ever happened.
It’s Sunghoon’s turn to be stunned into silence, staring at the other like he just committed murder right in front of his eyes (and, no doubt, he would let him get away with it). All the while, something distant and buried, fossilized even, dug its way to the surface of his heart, spreading an ease of warmth throughout his body and bubbling beneath his skin. His freshman year popped into his head, a time full of new beginnings and naivety of the real world. There Heeseung was, a shining beacon in his very eyes, a man of too many words that Sunghoon always nervously giggled at. He was a grade-a piece of shit, that was true, but Sunghoon had been drawn to him. Drawn to his ego, his charisma and his confidence. After getting to know him better, know that he was the straightest man to ever grace this Earth, he let those feelings die off- skeletal remains rotting within his chest, blooming a garden of friendship instead. Never, truly never, did Sunghoon ever expect this archaeological phenomenon to occur years later at Heeseung’s own confession, no less.
“Okay.. so what now?” Sunghoon finally pipes up, eyes locking with the older boy. “I get it, you want me, but what do you want from me?”
The realization dawns on Heeseung with a flush, tan cheeks brushed with rouge. It’s the first time Sunghoon, or rather anyone, has seen him in this state. All the things he dutifully repressed were slipping through the cracks. It was embarrassing, really, feeling like a caged animal on display.
“I want to touch you.. to hold you, to feel you, to smell you.” Heeseung grits out, like the admittance is a punishment.
Sunghoon cocks a brow. “I don’t put it out for just anyone, Lee Heeseung.”
“I’m not just anyone, Park Sunghoon.” He quips back.
“It’s just lust then?” A piece of Sunghoon breaks inside, a raw part of him helplessly aching. “You just want to have your way with me and then what? Go back to being friends?”
Heeseung, truly, hadn’t even thought that far. Hadn’t thought of what comes after even spilling his guts in the first place. He’s attracted to Sunghoon, that is clear, and he values the boy higher than he’d ever like to acknowledge. Heeseung had never been the type to commit, or so people would say, but it was only because he had never found a reason to. Being in a frat and the culture it brings with it, one-night stands were just easy. Simple. No one had to get hurt and both parties got something out of it, whether that be pleasure or bragging rights or both. But, Sunghoon here in front of him- he wasn’t the type. He didn’t fit the mold. He wasn’t somebody he wanted to forget the next day just to search for something new. He wanted to keep him, something dark inside him whispering thoughts of possession, of ownership, of protecting what he loved.
Loved.
What a crazy thing to suddenly confess to himself. If he hadn’t taken up on that bed in the psych ward yet, he surely needed to now. No amount of booze, of girls, of parties, of distractions was going to keep him from this eventual discovery, from Sunghoon. He loved Park Sunghoon and maybe he had for a long time.
His silence, however, was speaking volumes and Sunghoon desperately wanted to leave again. This rollercoaster of emotions wasn’t worth the eventual discovery that his best friend wanted to fuck him and nothing else. After years of friendship and trust, how did it come to this? He should’ve known better before trusting a meathead.
“No.” Heeseung suddenly murmured, brushing just the tips of his fingers against the younger’s in a strange gesture of affirmation. “I want more than that. So much more than that. It was never just about sex. I mean, do I burn for you? Absolutely. But, there’s more to it. There’s layers..”
“Don’t you dare say like an onio-“
“Like an onion.” And Heeseung laughs, tickling Sunghoon’s stomach sickeningly sweet. “I want to discover them with you, I guess.. if you’ll have me. Sure, I’m a handful.. maybe even two handfuls if we’re being honest.. and I can’t guarantee I’ll always be the best, but I will try-”
And Sunghoon kisses him. Just like that. The sudden intimacy is both soothing of years of inner turmoil and thrilling of what’s to come, heart beating in their chests at record speeds. It’s a clash of lips and teeth and tongue, clumsy and needy. Needy to feel, to ease the ache of misunderstandings. They part with a string of saliva still keeping them attached (which Sunghoon easily laps up).
“I hate your dumb face.” Sunghoon says, though he’s smiling the whole time. “And your dumb lips, and your dumb nose, and your dumb eyes..” As his tirade continues, Heeseung is standing them up, half-mortified all of this just occurred while they were sitting on the ground outside, knees battered and bruised and elbows brush burned. Despite it all, Heeseung continues to nod his head, adding a ‘mhm’ every once in a while as he guides Sunghoon back to the house, the party having died down significantly from before.
“Let me guess, you hate my dumb hair?” Heeseung grins, teeth on full display.
“Especially your dumb hair.” Sunghoon finishes with a giggle, following Heeseung up the stairs.
He can count on one hand the amount of times he’s been to Heeseung’s room, usually brief visits either to wake the older up or heave him into bed after he drank too much. He never really had the time to observe it apart from knowing the fact that it is so blatantly Heeseung. It’s filled to the brim with his sports equipment strewn about, dirty socks on the floor, shelves housing fully built lego sets and figurines from his favorite shows and a desk littered with books, miscellaneous papers and his laptop. He did, however, have the luxury of a large bed (which Sunghoon couldn’t relate to with his small dorm) though it was fitted with plain sheets and a dark duvet, both to more easily hide stains and other debris, no doubt. The thought made Sunghoon’s nose crinkle.
“Is that clean?” Sunghoon gestures a hand to the bed.
“I swear I did laundry this week. Ask anyone here.” He assures, backing himself up with evidence Sunghoon isn’t sure is reliable, but he decides to trust him nonetheless.
Heeseung closes the door behind them, locking the handle with an excuse of ‘privacy’ and that the frat has an ‘open door policy.’ Sunghoon could only roll his eyes.
They stand there for some time, neither sure enough to make a move. Sunghoon shifts from foot to foot, hands crossed over his chest and Heeseung pockets his sweaty hands, eyes finding interest in everything but the boy before him.
“Can I.. uh. Have something to change into?” He was clad in his uncomfortable party attire, now disheveled and slightly torn from his faceplant on the asphalt. Despite it being simple, rather unnoteworthy even, the question assured something between them. Assured him waiting, assured him staying the night.
“Are you interested in sweaty gym shorts?” Heeseung jests, Sunghoon making an instant noise of complaint behind him which draws a smug smile from the older, pleased with himself. Rooting through his closet for something clean, he lands on a hoodie, his varsity hoodie. It was a gift from his coach after winning states last semester and the idea of Sunghoon flaunting Heeseung’s name on him had his brain whirling. Without letting himself dive too deep into it, he tosses it over his shoulder to him along with a pair of shorts.
Sunghoon grumbles something like `took you long enough` which has Heeseung turning, catching a glimpse of the younger’s bare back as he changes. His skin is so clear, so white, so unblemished that it has his mouth watering. The broadness of his shoulders trickles down a lean spine all the way to his small waist. God, he could wrap his two hands completely around it if he wanted. What was it so minuscule for anyways? For other men to grab? Insane. He was so insanely beautiful and Heeseung couldn’t deny he wanted him. Wanted him bad.
Sunghoon, settled into the new clothes, turns as well, some sort of unspoken longing glittering in his ebony orbs. His lips quirked into an impish smile as he approached, walking his fingers up Heeseung’s sternum and to his chin, dipping it ever so slightly to get the eye contact he desired. “Still want me?” He whispers, gaze flicking between Heeseung’s lips and his eyes.
“Yes..” And Heeseung was on fire, burning to a crisp from even the smallest of touches. “Fuck, yes.”
“I’ll make you work for it.” Sunghoon carves the groove of the older’s jaw with his index finger, mockingly observant to what Heeseung has to offer.
With a tantalizing challenge before his very eyes, Heeseung seeks to win. To please. To impress. It boils in his veins with an adrenaline he hasn’t felt outside the field. It’s invigorating.
He crashes his lips into Sunghoon’s who eagerly responds with as much bruising force, his fingers gripping Heeseung’s cherry locks to hold him close. It’s passionate, but it’s rough- lips sliding against lips, teeth grazing tender flesh. Sunghoon gets a particular grip on Heeseung’s lower tier, pulling it and letting it snap back before sucking it into his mouth. Heeseung, though, fights back for dominance, tongue forcing its way into the younger’s wet cavern, devouring every bit of flavor he can reach.
Through the kiss, Heeseung had been steadily backing Sunghoon up to the bed, letting his knees fold against the edges and ultimately sinking into the plushness of the mattress. Heeseung hovered over him, swollen lips tugged into a grin. Just as he leans down to try again, his advances are blocked by Sunghoon’s hand.
“Ah ah ah.” He chastises with clicks of his tongue, pulling Heeseung down next to him instead. “Can’t have my lips too painful before they get a taste of something else.” He rolls onto his side to get a vantage point slightly over Heeseung, smile sickeningly sweet. “Isn’t that right?”
Heeseung’s mouth opens and closes like a beached fish, searching for words to add to the banter, but he feels inept. Lame, even. Instead, he just nods his head in affirmation and Sunghoon rewards him with a peck, soft and warm.
“Good boy.” He coos and suddenly Heeseung doesn’t know what’s going on here and why it was making his heart rattle against his ribcage.
Sex has never been like this. It was kissing, bending a girl over, going to town and boom. It was over. It was done. He knew things would be different with Sunghoon, but he hadn’t expected this. This tension, this push and pull, this game of cat and mouse was making him painfully hard. His pulse thrumming in his abdomen made him constantly aware of such. He was afraid, at this rate, he’d burst completely untouched.
Sunghoon runs his palm flat against Heeseung’s stomach, rubbing circles oh-so-close to where he needed it most, but at the same time so far away it ached. He felt powerless under him, the constant war of wanting to impress him but also giving into his own desires raging on in his skull. He was pent up, frustrated and coming apart at the seams.
Sunghoon prodded just at the waistline, omitting an audible noise from the older, before tugging his shirt up with a smirk. “Anyone ever touch you here?” He muses, pad of his thumb brushing over a nipple. The sensation was surprisingly pleasurable, making his back arch if only a tiny bit.
“Never.” He laments, sucking in a breath.
Sunghoon hums, something flirty and coy, as he takes the same nipple into his mouth, sucking at the flesh before releasing. Heeseung was doing everything he could not to make a sound, not wanting to seem weak. His hands, however, spoke otherwise as they wound into the duvet below him, holding on for dear life. The younger chuckles against his skin, the tip of his tongue teasing rapidly at the now perky nub.
It was mortifying, really, how good Sunghoon was making him feel.
Sunghoon made sure to replicate the same treatment to the other side, pulling back to marvel at his work. Heeseung’s tan skin had red splotches, slightly hickied in several spots, and two prominent, hardened nipples. He offered them both a pinch at the same time, reveling in the way Heeseung squirmed.
Finally, like some higher power saw his suffering and listened to his prayers, Sunghoon sunk to his knees at the edge of the bed. Heeseung eagerly adjusted accordingly to give him the best access, sitting up to get a better look at the younger. Finally, finally, he was going to get some relief.
Sunghoon palmed at the bulge in Heeseung’s jeans and it felt like euphoria, absolute bliss. His head lolled back to savor in it, hips bucking upwards to chase more of that delicious friction. But, Sunghoon held him down, intent on keeping the pressure feather light with that cattish grin on his lips. Heeseung knew he was enjoying this, absolutely thriving in the hell he was putting him through. The thin cable of his sanity would soon snap, but maybe that’s what Sunghoon wanted all along.
Feeling generous, Sunghoon unbuttons Heeseung’s jeans and shimmies them down to his ankles, his briefs following suite. His length was now on full display, hot flesh chilled by the air. It was red, angry and had a pearlescent bead nested at the peak. It was also bigger than Sunghoon had expected, certainly bigger than anyone he’s been with before. The thought alone had saliva pooling in his mouth, eager to get a taste, but not before he’s had his fun.
He wrapped his slim digits around the column and pulled, letting it smack back against Heeseung’s abdomen with a `thwap.` The older felt like he could cry, sincerely.
“I’ve seen bigger.” Sunghoon remarked in a bored tone, continuing to pull back and release a handful of times as the lie tickles his tongue. Heeseung groans in frustration and pure agony, resisting every urge to just push into Sunghoon’s mouth and seek the relief he needs.
A sense of pride bloomed in Sunghoon’s chest that he had the Lee Heeseung in this state. The infamous ace, the rumored playboy, the hypermasculine jock, the charming frat boy. All of that was falling apart under his hands. It’s not like he wasn’t absolutely infatuated with the older, but taking him to the bed, his domain, and knocking him down a peg was both sexy and thrilling.
After what felt like 84 years to Heeseung, Sunghoon finally pulled his cock towards his mouth, slapping the head against his lower lip. He teased the slit with his tongue, pressing into it firmly as his hand dryly fisted his shaft. Pain mixed with pleasure and Heeseung was puffing out vocal air, loving any sort of attention he was being given. Positioning his lips as the tip, the saliva he had resting in his mouth finally dribbled down the expanse of Heeseung, slicking him up for a smoother glide of his hand. He closed his lips around the peak, swirling his tongue around the girth with ease. Sunghoon sunk down further, taking more into him with hollowed cheeks to narrow the gap, maximizing the pleasure for Heeseung by humming vibrations, bobbing his head and flattening his tongue around the base.
Heeseung would be lying if he said this wasn’t the best he’s ever felt. Through a litany of groans, he gazed down at the younger, watching his lips stretch around him and his cock disappear into the depths. It was so fucking hot. He reached his hand down, brushing the bangs away to get a better look at Sunghoon’s face and saw tears pricking the corner of his eyes. His first show of vulnerability this entire time. If he wasn’t rock solid and seconds away from cumming, he would be feeling tender, warm even, at just how precious the younger is.
Sunghoon could feel the older pulse in his mouth, a telling sign of what’s to come, and he pulls off with a distinct `pop.` Heeseung’s previous half-lids blow wide and he looks at him in complete and utter confusion.
“What?” Heeseung practically whimpers. He was seconds, no, milliseconds away from that high he was craving. The sudden edging left him groggy, bewildered and throbbing.
“You can’t finish so early.” Sunghoon pouted, but it was full of malice, smirk trying hard to pull at the edges. “Where’s the fun in that?”
That’s when it snaps- the thin, fraying thread that held Heeseung’s composure together. It was gone, out the window, and it took the shred of humanity Heeseung had left with it.
Heeseung scooped him off the floor and Sunghoon shrieked as he was thrown onto the bed belly first. The thrill of being manhandled pulled a moan from Sunghoon’s throat and he lay obediently in place, arms cradling the pillow beneath him.
“Yeah, you like that?” Heeseung grunted, clambering onto the bed behind him. “Like when I treat you like a doll?”
Sunghoon’s heart leaps into his throat, beating against his teeth as he nods enthusiastically. This is what it had all been leading up to, the teasing, the edging, the coyness. He was waiting for Heeseung to unravel completely and show him what he’s really made of. The harsh slap to his shorts-clad ass proves he succeeded.
“Slut..” Heeseung growls, pulling Sunghoon’s bottoms off in one swift motion. He was bare, gaping and begging to be filled. Heeseung had never been with a man before, but a hole was a hole. He knows it’ll feel just as good.
Fisting his hand along his shaft, he smacks it against the swell of Sunghoon’s cheeks. “You’ve seen bigger, huh? I’ll show you big.” Sunghoon is keening at the rough attention, panting and eagerly awaiting the stretch.
Heeseung pulls Sunghoon’s hips up for a better angle, hands encompassing his waist just like he imagined. It makes him groan out loud. Sunghoon is only a few centimeters shorter than him, so it’s not like he’s ever dwarfed him in height, but the fact that his hands completely swallow him like this makes him seem so tiny, so dainty and he wanted to break him. To ruin him.
He shoves in with one fluid moment, hips smacking against Sunghoon’s backside. The younger moans at the sudden intrusion, feeling fuller than he ever has. It’s like he was speared on Heeseung all the way to the throat. It was maddening.
Heeseung felt around on Sunghoon’s abdomen as he started to thrust, biting his lip hard as he felt himself there, bulging at the skin. He was all the way into Sunghoon’s guts and that lit a sick fire within him. He was his. His. And his only.
He pulled out fully only to slam back in with force, delighting in the way Sunghoon’s ass jiggled from the movement. He did it again and again, strangled noises pulled from the other as he panted against the pillow. Heeseung grabbed and squeezed at his bottom, intent on leaving marks on pristine skin. A constant reminder of him etched into Sunghoon’s very being. It was only then that he could set up a rhythm with his hips.
Each thrust was bruising, punishing, and it punched a noise out of Sunghoon every time they collided. It felt like bliss, absolute bliss, the way he pushed into him with an animalistic pace. It hit Sunghoon in wave after wave of pleasure and when one particular thrust finally brushed his aching spot, he cried out.
“Heeseung!” He wailed, driving his hips back into the older every time they separated.
“Who do you belong to?” He gritted through clenched teeth, hoarse, as he suddenly gripped Sunghoon’s hair, leaning down to his ear. “Tell me.”
Through the slaps of skin and noises that fell from Sunghoon’s lips, there was an unmistakable “I’m yours.” That was all Heeseung needed.
“You’re so fucking hot, so fucking good.” He praised, sloppy and uncoordinated as he chased the coil squeezing his groin. Sunghoon clenched around him first, hard, seeing stars behind his eyes as he released in ropes onto the inside of the hoodie and the bed, unable to hold back the mantra of Heeseung’s name on his lips.
Heeseung kept going, overstimulating the whining boy for several minutes before he finally came, filling Sunghoon to the brim with white, hot liquid. Heeseung couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt. It cascaded with unbridled vigor from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, lasting longer than any orgasm he’s ever had. It finally sucked the energy out of him, his bones weary, spent, as he collapsed next to Sunghoon, chest heaving. Sunghoon’s wobbly knees finally gave out and he flopped onto the sheets, face dazed and fucked out. Heeseung had to admit he looked even more beautiful than usual.
Sunghoon lay there, unable to move, as the bed seemed to swallow him whole. It formed an indent in the mattress he’s sure will never leave. Once back to his senses (though still groggy as all hell), he grimaced at the sticky feeling of cum dripping from him. As much as it was extremely hot to be filled with Heeseung’s seed, the feeling afterwards is less than ideal.
He reached back and tried to wipe some of it away, but Heeseung was faster, gathering it up on his index and shoving it back in. Sunghoon winced, still sensitive, but Heeseung kept his finger still, plugging him up.
“Heeseung…” Sunghoon whined a complaint.
“Gotta keep it in you, darling.” Heeseung hummed, stealing a sweet peck from Sunghoon’s lips. “Gonna knock you up. Make you my wife.” He whispered into the seam of his mouth and Sunghoon keened like a fifties housewife.
The statement, overall, would’ve disgusted him on any normal day, but today it made his heart thump, cheeks blooming with a pinkish hue. The idea of being a doting wife, at least in bed, was tantalizing no doubt. And something about the implication of him having a cunt, being able to give birth made something ache within him. Melancholic. Harkening back to a time where he always played the mother role when he played house as a kid. How he dutifully carried around a babydoll like it was his own.
But he couldn’t delve on that, not now, so he simply purred and leaned into the fantasy, lips brushing against Heeseung’s as he spoke. “Think so? Gonna put a pretty rock on my finger?”
“The prettiest.” Heeeseung assures with a kiss. “As pretty as you. And put twins in your belly.”
“There’s two now?” The thought makes him giggle, flirty yet full of mirth. It almost seemed like a queer right of passage for Heeseung to be talking of marriage, of children, of a future on not only day one of being together, but right after sex as well. But, Sunghoon would be lying if he said it didn’t sound enticing, warm and loving.
Love.
That’s what was here, what had been here. What left its mark in pulled heartstrings, reddened cheeks and tender gazes. What mingled between giddy limbs in the sheets, tired but seeking warmth.
“Still think I have a dumb face?” Heeseung murmurs, a sleepy smile lighting up his features.
“Always will.” Sunghoon confirms with a smile of his own.
And that was their promise, their will. That no matter what life puts them through, those feelings will not change.