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Assistant: Title: D@mn, that's pretty good.
        Author: Hooters12 Hooters12 
        Chapter: 2/2 
        Summary: Sunoo wakes up in the middle of the night to his stomach rumbling. He's hungry. he checks the fridge, but there's absolutely nothing there. So he decides to go to Sunghoon for help.
        Contents: Chapter 2: 2
    

    

        
          
          
            Sunoo is back for more, but this time, it's Sunghoon that's needy.
          
        

      
        
          sorry for being so disgustingly late 🙏 but like forgive me y'all I returned with 5k worth of pure gut wrenching soul crushing car washing mouth watering sm@t that I absolutely did not keep forgetting about and then going, "whatever I'll finish it later" and then never did but yes, here I am.hope y'all enjoy it though y'all deserve this frfr
            
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  Sunoo's out late. 
 
  He had been out f@ck@ng around with his friends, much like any 20 year old would with his friends on a saturday night, but he knows his limits and knows even more so that his friends are lightweights. So, he takes it upon himself to remain the sober one in his relationship; drinking only a little rather a gallons upon gallons like his friends are currently doing. 
 
  But it's fair, his best bro just got dumped by his girlfriend of 3 years. Shame. They were really cute together. 
 
  So, he stays sober, knowing that he'll end up on chauffeur duty for the rest of their pitiful, sobby night. 
 
  He only returns home mildly tipsy and nothing more. Maybe a little hazy and tired from all that driving, but that's all. 

  
  

  He doesn't expect anyone to be up —  considering the late hour, so it comes as a shocker when he sees Sunghoon on the couch — seemingly waiting for him. 

  
  

  "Hyung? What are you doing here?" Sunoo slowly shuts the door behind him, careful in his movement, his eyes slowly focusing on Sunghoon as best he could through the dark lighting.

  
  

  "Waiting for my dongsaeng. What about it?" Sunghoon looks at him — rolls his eyes — then looks back at his phone and continues to scroll away.

  
  
"What's with all the sass? Thought that was my job." Sunoo raises an eyebrow at the sudden attitude. Like, what's his issue?
  
  

  "Besides, your dongsaeng's here. What 
  
    more
  
   are you waiting for?" He continues, taking off his shoes and then crossing his arms as he waits by the door. 

  
  

  Sunghoon doesn't say anything in response — leaving Sunoo to figure out what had 
  
    he
  
   done wrong to Sunghoon. 

  
  

  What could it be? Sunoo hadn't done 
  
    anything
  
   to Sunghoon. Absolutely 
  
    nothing.
  
   What's he being so p@ssy about? The cookies? 
  
    But that was two months ago! 
  

  
  

  There's absolutely 
  
    no way
  
   that Sunghoon's still pressed about that. No way.

  
  

  Sunoo remains by the door, standing with a distraught expression; furrowed eyebrows and pouty lips and palms slapped over each cheek in dilemma. He thinks hard and long  — reviewing every moment spent with Sunghoon ten times over, but nothing rings a bell.

  
  

  F@ck. 
  
    What is it? 
  

  
  
  

  Then it finally hits.

  
  
  

  Ah.

  
  
  

  So, 
  
    that's
  
   what it's about. 

  
  

  It's too late when the realisation dawns upon him, seeing that Sunghoon had already got up and left for his room.

  
  

  But it's okay.

  
  

  He can take a shower, brush his teeth, have a glass of water and 
  
    then 
  
  meet Sunghoon. 

  
  

  He can take his own sweet time. Sunghoon has been waiting for 
  
    months, 
  
  surely he can wait a little more.
 
  -
 
  Sunoo walks out of the shower, the steam escaping through the cracks of the slim opening as he truts down to Sunghoon's room in just his sweats and damp towel resting atop his head. 
 
  He'd come only in his boxers if push came to shove, but, he's not risking Jay seeing him in just his booty shorts at 5 in the morning because he needed to take a piss, 
  
    really, really 
  
  bad. 
 
  He slides off his phone from a nearby table and sees a notification — From Sunghoon. 
 
  
    'My room'
  
 
  
    'now.'
  
 
  He laughs, and responds happily. 
 
  'omw'
 
  ' ;) '

  
  
  

  Sunghoon leaves the message on read, which causes another giggle to erupt from Sunoo.
 
  -
 
  It's barely been a second when Sunoo enters the room that Sunghoon pulls him straight to his bed and pushes him, back first. Sunoo is taken by surprise — courtesy the sheer amount of force, but certainly not by the desperateness. 
 
  Sunoo's smiles when Sunghoon kisses him with fervour, all tongue and teeth, while his hands roam miles on his body, tracing every slip of skin Sunoo has on his torso, and Sunghoon, as h@rny as ever, climbs into Sunoo's lap and presses tongue against plump, grinning lips and Sunoo readily opens his mouth for Sunghoon's tongue to pass and his hands settle on Sunghoon's hips. 
 
  Sunghoon pushes into Sunoo's knees, grinding down maliciously while his tongue dances with the other's; savouring the taste of sunoo as much as he possibly can. Sunghoon moves away from Sunoo's lips but still keeps his tongue stretched out  — to have Sunoo continuing to suck on his tongue even as their saliva slobbers around everywhere. 

  
  

  Thankfully, Sunoo gets the memo and sucks to oblivion: Their shared saliva runs down either chin, making it messy and untidy, but it fuels Sunoo to an impossible hard-on.

  
  

  Sunghoon rises onto his knees to slide off his pyjama pants, revealing the white — and innocent looking panties. He's wet, so wet that he's already soaked through his pretty panties to his thighs,  — they're moist and sticky and Sunoo cannot begin to imagine how Sunghoon's p@ssy looks right about now; He'd dive into that f@ck@ng p@ssy and eat his hyung out 
  
    sore,
  
   if given the chance, that is. He'd leave him throbbing every second with the need to licked and f@ck@d with Sunoo's tongue that voraciously once more —no —
  
    all the time.
  
   He'd make him squirt until his tummy hurt, his eyes leaking those crystal clear tears and mouth pleading soft 
  
    'no's' 
  
  but Sunoo wouldn't 
  
    stop- 
  
 
  but amidst his h@rny train of thought, Sunoo catches Sunghoon sliding off his panties and stops him hurriedly, 
  
    he can't have that.
  
   His veiny hand completely envelopes his wrist and holds them with a force that made Sunghoon fear for bruises.
 
  
    "I want them on you." 
  
  Sunghoon stills.
 
  
    "When I f@ck you." He continues.
  
 
  
    "And suck you." 
  
  He ends, but not without a small smile at the end of it, just for pleasantries, y’know? 
 
  Sunghoon nods and Sunoo presses against Sunghoon's lips; His eyes remain open as he watches Sunghoon's eyebrows scrunch and his cheeks burn deeper shades of red with each passing second, his frustration evident with the hurried hands that scramble across both of their bodies.
 
  Sunghoon parts from Sunoo with a final tug on his lower lip, leaving a saliva bridge between them as a result and rushes to unbutton his pyjama shirt with trembling and eager hands  — Sunoo giggles  — Sunghoon glares  —  but he's done already. Quick work. 
 
  "Hyung, you're so desperate, it's adorable-'' Sunoo preens but is interrupted by Sunghoon shoving Sunoo's face into his chest.
 
  "Suck my nipples, 
  
    please
  
  ." His tone heavy and ragged but still remaining pleading and Sunoo huffs. 
  
    "I'm begging you, Sunoo-ah. I need you sucking my nipples so bad. They hurt so so much — please, please, please, please —"
  
   
 
  "Of course, hyung." He chews onto the peachy bud, laying his tongue flat on the tip as the beads of Sunghoon's milk seeps into his mouth.  Sunghoon sighs, and his body tenses, a few twitches here and there.
 
  "Nghh- you really made me wait so long, you evil b@st@rd- ah! Sunoo- no~♡" Sunoo breathes a low hum onto the tender bud, which was, to say, definitely so much more sensitive than the last time. Sunghoon throws his head back and almost falls if not for Sunoo's hands that rest on his back.
 
  "Careful." He says, then licks a circle around Sunghoon's areola and back to his nipple, holding the tip of his tongue to the tip of his nub. He licks, gently  — slowly  — carefully  — spurring Sunghoon to leak copious amounts of slick from his p@ssy. 
 
  Sunoo looks up at him and nudges his knee into his p@ssy, provoking a choked sound to leave Sunghoon's throat and Sunoo bites down onto  Sunghoon's nipple for more of a- 
  
    wow effect?
  
   Whatever it is, it has  Sunghoon having his first weak @rg@sm  of the night. 
 
  "Sunoo- 
  
    please- 
  
  i-i 
  
    can't- ngh~"
  
   but Sunoo just 
  
    keeps
  
   pushing, his knee digging into  Sunghoon's crotch and his teeth pulling onto  Sunghoon's nipple. 
 
   Sunghoon's head lolls back once again, a few strands of his dark hair plastered to his forehead as he lightly bounces on Sunoo's knee  — f@ck@ng himself raw. His cl@t already been done spent, but still craving for more  — and more is what Sunoo gives him. 
 
  He pulls  Sunghoon right up to his d@ck and presses him down low  — till his pants are wet with  Sunghoon's thick p@ssy juice. 
 
  "Mh- that's right- t-there- ngh!” 
 
  "F@ck. You're so desperate, hyungie."
 
  Sunoo flicks  Sunghoon's nipple vigourously, then sucks it — drinking up all of the sweet milk that  Sunghoon produced, he then proceeds to let go with a 'pop'. 
 
  "I might just f@ck you raw right now." he kisses the space between  Sunghoon's collarbone, looking up at him with predatory eyes, and  Sunghoon stares at him tearily. 
 
  "You could."  Sunghoon whines when Sunoo pulls down his sweats and underwear, leaving  Sunghoon to feel the direct friction of his thick c@ck rubbing on  Sunghoon's soaked panties. 
 
  "I'd rather take it slow though." he hoists  Sunghoon up by the waist, and  Sunghoon immediately supports his own weight. Sunoo smiles, and pushes aside  Sunghoon's panties. 
 
  "I won't f@ck you right now, so consider this," he giggles as he pushes  Sunghoon back onto his c@ck — letting him grind down until he sees stars. 
 
  "A substitute." 
 
  He drags his c@ck onto  Sunghoon's bare p@ssy and  Sunghoon mewls, loud and clear, clawing onto Sunoo's back with his long nails  —leaving marks for the Sunoo of tomorrow to tease him about, but for now, it matters nothing in comparison to getting his p@ssy f@ck@d six ways till Thursday. 
 
  "ngh~! Go-gosh- fuhckkk-nyh-!" his arms spontaneously wrap around Sunoo's head tight, hiding his head over Sunoo's collarbone  — his cl@t still being tortured aimlessly by Sunoo's thick and veiny d@ck. 
 
  "ish soh- good~ I can-can't-'' Sunoo's c@ck's already lubed up down to the hilt, courtesy  Sunghoon's abundance of slick  — working only towards making the slide against his overly sensitive nub even more torturous. 
 
  "Is too much, hyung?" Sunoo looks up at him with big eyes and nips onto his hyung's collarbone, and  Sunghoon nods frantically. "Are you sure?" He asks again, and the response remains the same, so, he taps onto  Sunghoon's thighs, calling his attention. 
 
   Sunghoon's eyes open cautiously, only to be met by Sunoo smiling at him all the same. 
 
  "Off you go." he chuckles, as he pushes  Sunghoon onto the bed gently.  Sunghoon looks up at him, confused. 
 
  "M'improvising." He gives  Sunghoon zero time to respond and leans down to lick over at  Sunghoon's heat from over his panties. 
 
  He runs his hands down  Sunghoon's thighs and grabs the back of them  — pushing them back until  Sunghoon's legs form a little more than Right-angled triangle.  Sunghoon clutches onto Sunoo's hair as reflex, and his words get choked up where they formed. 
 
  "Are you insane?"  Sunghoon whisper shouts, and Sunoo giggles. "Am I?" He licks again, and laughs even harder when  Sunghoon starts hitting him on the head lightly. 
 
  "You're flexible enough to deal with this, I know. So no complaining." Sunoo wastes not more than one tenth of second to suck onto  Sunghoon's sensitive cl@t, eliciting sweet gasps from  Sunghoon — said boy's nails scratching onto Sunoo's scalp. 
 
  "ah-ngh~♡ sun-Sunoo~" His moans keep pushing Sunoo to insanity; Sunoo is far from mentally unstable but  Sunghoon surely does make him feel like he's crossed lines and boundaries to insanity. 
 
   Sunghoon just has on him an effect that he can't put into words. He's driving him crazy. 
 
  Sunoo grips harder onto  Sunghoon's supple flesh and lightly bites onto  Sunghoon's little nub — making  Sunghoon absolutely shriek. His body jerks and his legs coming back down to squeeze at his head. 
 
  Sunoo nips onto  Sunghoon's cl@t again and  Sunghoon tries pushing him away — he fails — given by Sunoo full fledgedly making out with his c@nt; his nose nudging against his cl@t as he attempts to trudge deeper into  Sunghoon's wet entrance, but is restricted by the soaking layer of fabric between them. 
 
   Sunghoon finally opens his mouth to say something that isn't just moans, and it makes Sunoo stiff. 
 
  "Su-Ddeonu-ngh- stop..for a second." Sunoo freezes. He immediately looks up to meet eye to eye with  Sunghoon — checking to see if he caused him any discomfort or any pain or anything of that sort. 
 
  "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Should I stop? Are you-" he's cut short when  Sunghoon just shakes his head and slides his fingers down to his panties. 
 
  Sunoo's eyes follow him all the way down, and then look up at him again in question, but  Sunghoon isn't looking at him — so his eyes return back to where  Sunghoon's fingers are. 
 
  "If you're eating me out, do it without my panties being in the way." he says, cheeks still flushed and breath heavy, his fingers dragging on to push his panties to the side — showcasing his glistening cl@t as he slides his finger up his nub. 
 
  Sunoo gulps and then looks at  Sunghoon. 
 
  "That is so sexy, hyung." he smiles, goosebumps evident on his skin and his b@n@r hard enough to tear though his clothing; he tries to ease the pain by palming at it through the fabric and — of course, by suckling onto  Sunghoon's now exposed cl@t. 

  
  

  "yesyesyes- 
  
    right there-
  
   f@ckkk" his head turns to the side as Sunoo gently rubs his tongue against his cl@t — his hands moving lower and lower down  Sunghoon's thighs until they finally reach his ass, at which they latch on. 
 
  Sunoo gropes the flesh until he slides his hand to  Sunghoon's p@ssy and rubs over his hole — a silent plea for entrance — which  Sunghoon nods yes to. 
 
  Sunoo tests the waters by dipping his index slightly into  Sunghoon's hole —  Sunghoon flinches, but he's not the most guaranteed of the reason being his finger, rather than his mouth that's doing wonders to his small c@nt. 
 
  And, so he lunges deeper — treading in his entire finger and thrusting it forward at an passable tempo. He's sure of  Sunghoon's moans being the fruit of his breaching finger. 
 
  Sunoo adds in another finger, but still not easing up on the teasing of his enlarged cl@t: pulling at it with his lips, then flicking it when  Sunghoon's legs fasten around his head. 
 
  
    "aah~ sun-Sunoo~! G-God — I can't~ ngh-" 
  
   Sunghoon sobs at the absolute stimuli of everything happening all at once. He's weak. Weak and sensitive. He's barely holding back his urge to squirt all over himself and Sunoo — he's making it even more of a challenge with every plunge of his long and dainty fingers in him. 
 
  "You can." 
 
  That's Sunoo's way of giving a warning, apparently — considering the plunge of a third finger in  Sunghoon's tormented and raw hole. 
 
   Sunghoon doesn't take it well. 
 
   Sunghoon cries out and shivers and shakes, his p@ssy spurring aggressively, tightening up around Sunoo's fingers and c@mm@ng on himself and more onto Sunoo's face. His mouth can't formulate any words, just pleas, sobs and girly moans. His c@nt leaking an ample amount of slick 
  
    everywhere 
  
  and Sunoo giggles, proud. 
 
   Sunghoon breathlessly heaves as his fragile and puffy pink p@ssy juts out a last few strings of slick as an after measure, and Sunoo licks it all up  — cleaning up after his pretty princess's cute little mess. 
 
  He moves his face away from  Sunghoon's core and skims his fingers through  Sunghoon's filthily ruined wetness; bringing it up to his lips where he laps at his fingers. 
 
  
    "Good girl."
  
   
 
  -
 
  Sunoo bends  Sunghoon over as though his flexibility is in match with that of a pillow — he's pounding him over and  Sunghoon can't feel his legs any more than he can feel Sunoo's d@ck breaching every area it wasn't supposed to be in. The depth of Sunoo's fat f@ck@ng c@ck was 
  
    morbid.
  
   
 
  His limbs fall limp at his side as he goes along with Sunoo's thorough wrecking of his whole body — starting from the inside; pushing at his cervix and punching out moans from  Sunghoon like it was his life's purpose. 
 
  "sun-Sunoo~ plea — please, too hard-!" he cries and Sunoo, he can't seem to care enough about  Sunghoon's abused c@nt to even look past his milky chest; sweet spurts of milk jerking out of his nipples with every harsh thrust Sunoo pushes — having him in a sort of trance that seemed impossible for him to slip out of. 
 
  Sunoo lets go of  Sunghoon from where his hands bruise at his thighs, and lead up into his chest to tug at his nipples, pulling them harshly: with no visible concern for  Sunghoon's sensitive nubs, still chasing after the pulsing milk in  Sunghoon's chest. 
 
  "Your nipples are so pretty, hyung." He bends forward to press his lips against  Sunghoon's, fingers still nimble at flicking his peaks. "So pink and cute.'' He rolls his hips into  Sunghoon and  Sunghoon can't take it. 
 
  
    Sunoo is teasing him too much. 
  
 
  He's been edging him for the past hour, just rubbing onto his pretty cl@t as he f@cks  Sunghoon's small p@ssy loose  — but then stopping everytime the familiar boiling of pleasure in his tummy reaches an all time high.
 
  
    He's tired. 
  
 
  
    He just wants to c@m. 
  
 
  Sunoo is still pulling at his nipples, but still marking his neck and chest with hickeys, still leniently f@ck@ng his c@nt and  Sunghoon's eyes are still filling to the brim with tears, 
  
    'It f@ck@ng hurts.' 
  
 
  It does. 
 
  His p@ssy is throbbing so bad, and the discomfort is slowly crawling up from his spine and turning to tears when it reaches his head. He doesn't even have any control of his body  — it's all up to Sunoo now. But maybe, that's what Sunoo wanted all along: for  Sunghoon to become his obedient doll  —  pulling at his strings as and how he wants. 
 
   Sunghoon just can't help the surge of tears flowing from his eyes; his palms hollering up immediately to cover his face as he chews on his lip to hold back his sobs. Sunoo looks at him, and smirks. 
 
  "What's wrong, hyung?" He wraps his fingers around  Sunghoon's wrist: still slightly moist from rubbing at  Sunghoon's modesty, but it's gentle. He slowly pulls it away from  Sunghoon's face and presses  Sunghoon's right hand to his lips — kissing down a trail to his forearm. 
 
   Sunghoon just shakes his head furiously in response, eyes still clenched tight and refusing to acknowledge Sunoo  — until Sunoo's tongue starts to rub against his wrist. 
 
  “Hyung,“ he calls, unbothered, his tongue drawing broad lines against his forearm. “Should I mark you up here too?” nibbling on his soft skin as a sort of makeshift question mark to his question. 
 
  “Would that stop your tears, hm?” Sunoo looks him dead in the eye, and  Sunghoon's lungs shrivel up involuntarily  — alas, a lack of response. 
 
  “Well, at least it's got you looking at 
  
    me
  
   now.”  
 
  He smiles in a way that seems so 
  
    content:
  
   content having  Sunghoon looking at him  — focusing 
  
    only
  
   on him, and the sensations 
  
    he's 
  
  making him feel. All these emotions right now, all of which  Sunghoon is feeling, are the works of 
  
    Kim Sunoo. 
  
 
  
    Only he can make  Sunghoon fall apart like this. 
  
 
  “Tell me, hyung. What am I doing that's making you cry?” his hand finally lets go of  Sunghoon's, and reaches for his nipple instead. “Is it here? Am I being too rough? Are your nipples sore?” he says, soft, lightly squeezing his nipple to make a bead of milk form at the peak  —  Sunghoon shakes his head no and Sunoo gives him a tight smile, as if he already knows the answer but asked just for pleasantries. 
 
  “Then I suppose it's here?” His destination is  Sunghoon throbbing p@ssy: his fingers daringly looming right over his cl@t, taunting him, even. 
 
  He doesn't say much more, waiting for  Sunghoon to fill in the blanks: or in more ‘Sunoo’ terms  — waiting for  Sunghoon to beg for it. To spell it out for him in an a, b, c, d-ish kind of way. 
 
  He beams at  Sunghoon, patiently waiting, and luckily enough for him,  Sunghoon's long awaited @rg@sm seems to burn over any ounce of post-nut-clarity worries. 
 
  “wanna c@m..”  Sunghoon whispers into his shoulder, a hushed plea, soft and almost unheard, but he knows Sunoo heard it. 
 
  “Sorry, hyung, what was that?” 
 
  F@ck@ng b@st@rd. 
 
  “I wanna c@m, Sunoo! You haven't let me for 
  
    so
  
   long — my p@ssy hurts so much, 
  
    you don't understand — 
  
  I — I 
  
    need
  
   to c@m, Sunoo, 
  
    please —” 
  
 
  “I was wondering how long it'd take.” 
 
  point: blank. 
 
  Sunoo throws  Sunghoon back and pushes  Sunghoon's thighs back until his knees awkwardly clink together; centimetres away from his tummy, his fingernails digging wounds into the back of  Sunghoon's thighs as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts it all back in barely a second's time. 
 
  Suddenly, all  Sunghoon feels is his guts up over there where his oesophagus should be. That's not right, is it? But the way Sunoo is f@ck@ng into him isn't either. He can't even feel his voice box, it seems Sunoo's taken it alongside his ability to think. 
 
  He isn't even allowed a sound: Sunoo's d@ck in him feels almost sacrilegious: 
  
    forbidden, 
  
  if the way he rubs on his cl@t counts as a number in his scale to losing  Sunghoon as a whole to his d@ck. 
 
  In summary,  yeah, Sunghoon 
  
    is
  
   losing it. 
 
   Sunghoon's hole opens up, also under Sunoo's enchance, and Sunoo takes it like a champ: f@ck@ng him faster, his bangs falling over his eyes as he watches  Sunghoon with intent, a crazed smile on his face amidst. 
 “My Sunghoon1ie is so cute, isn't he? Absolutely adorable how you're drooling all over yourself right now, I mean.” He chuckles, low, his thumb coming up to smudge against  Sunghoon's chewed out lower lip, pushing his finger through  Sunghoon's lips  — treading deeper to place his digit on  Sunghoon's tongue.  
  “Although, that's not to say you're 
  
    not
  
   absolutely adorable when you're 
  
    not
  
   drooling over yourself.” he giggles, speaking almost to himself, because  Sunghoon's not listening. Hasn't been for a while. 
 
  “Well, whatever. It isn't like you're paying attention to what I'm saying anyway. My d@ck seems to be the only thing you care about right now.” 
 
  “I'll f@ck you properly, now, mmkay?” 
 
  Wait, he hasn't been giving it his all before? 
 
  He rams into  Sunghoon, 
  
    faster. It's impossible. It should be, but Sunoo just —
  
   he just f@cks into him like he's got a personal vendetta; against what? He doesn't know, but he's opening up  Sunghoon to the point where  Sunghoon feels as though his whole psyche is being split into two halves. 
 
  “Ngh — 
  
    ah-ah! ‘unoo- pwease- t-too ‘uch!”   
  
 
  Sunoo doesn't care enough to stop.  Sunghoon wants to c@m, right? He can c@m. Sunoo's doing what he asked of him, so shouldn't he be grateful? Sunoo thinks so. 
 
  “A-ah! I-I'm c@m — 
  
    f@ck —
  
   c@mm@ng — ngh~!”  Sunghoon warns, and Sunoo feels like laughing. Already? Man,  Sunghoon's so 
  
    easy. 
  
 
  “Such a f@ck@ng p@ssy, can't even deal with a d@ck pounding into you for more than 3 minutes.” Sunoo laughs in a small hitch of his breath, it's condescending; making  Sunghoon want to curl into the sheets and melt into them all the same. 
 
  But  Sunghoon just takes it with his eyes closed, with small f@cks back onto Sunoo's c@ck — giving him all he can with all he has. 
 
  “ Sunghoon, you take birth control, right?” Sunoo holds onto  Sunghoon's wrists with all his weight, thrusting deeper and deeper into his hyung and moaning softly as  Sunghoon curls in on his d@ck; encompassing him well into the threads of his being — leaving Sunoo's own personal sigil to ruin him for anyone else. 
 
  Sunoo's pants quicken and 
  
    quicken,
  
   worrying  Sunghoon for what is to come next: maybe a child? no, 
  
    no. He— He can't! How will he perform then? How will he still be part of his group? How will—
  
 
  “ngh- wha-
  
    what— n—no, sun— I— not inside, no-!”
  
 
  
    “Shame. We'll work something out.”
  
 
   Sunghoon doesn't have nearly enough of time to process that because Sunoo's already spilling past his cervix and giving  Sunghoon a real taste of what getting his guts mixed up into some sort of twisted gravy feels like — He's already melty and gooey enough everywhere for it to be easy enough for Sunoo to achieve. 
 
  “God, your p@ssy is so f@ck@ng 
  
    delicious. 
  
  My d@ck feels so, 
  
    so good in you. 
  
  Would love to be in you for the rest of my life.” Sunoo whines, whimpers, almost; his head coming down to  Sunghoon's chest, bated breath tickling  Sunghoon's sensitive nipples. 
 
  And  Sunghoon cannot fathom anymore of this, he 
  
    has 
  
  to c@m. 
 
  “Fu- 
  
    f@ck — I- I'm c@mm@ng, ‘noo!”  
  
 
  
    “Yeah, c@m for me, baby, spill all over me.”
  
 
  and he does c@m; chest heavy with ragged breaths and thighs trembling hard enough for Sunoo to trace his hand down to caress the poor muscles, but that isn't all Sunoo does. 
 
  “You can do me one more, right, pretty?” 
 
  Sunoo taunts him with his finger trudging his engorged and sensitive cl@t ever so slightly, dragging it along and giving  Sunghoon serious overstimulation-jolts. 
 
  “N-no. sun— I can't, I really can't.”
 
  “You can. Just try, okay?” He smiles, his cheeks bunching; the pink in his mochi cheeks showing and  Sunghoon can't fight the blush blooming on his cheeks — and all over his body, too. 
 
  He loves this boy too much to fight. 
 
  Therefore, he remains silent when Sunoo revs up his pace without any care or consideration about  Sunghoon's worn out state, at all; he rubs and rubs and 
  
    rubs 
  
  and  Sunghoon's already a girthy half up the 7th cloud —  his thighs tightening in on Sunoo and pulling him closer, Sunoo's d@ck still drilled in him and refusing to slip out even for a moment, almost as though  Sunghoon's soppy c@nt was his sheath. 
 
  Sunoo f@cks into  Sunghoon's p@ssy, he didn't even need to put in any effort because  Sunghoon's gushy c@nt was already doing the work for him; sucking him in and hollowing around him like it was hungry, leaving Sunoo breathless despite the lack of movement. 
 
  “F@ck. 
  
    F@ck, I'm gonna c@m.”
  
   
 
  Sunoo mewls and his tongue droops out of his mouth and rolls over  Sunghoon's nipple; taking full advantage of the position they're in and stimulating  Sunghoon beyond his human capacity. 
 
  He pinches  Sunghoon's cl@t and bites onto  Sunghoon's glistening nipple hard enough for it to swell, and  Sunghoon screams out his @rg@sm, and Sunoo worries for a blink that maybe Jake might ask him why  Sunghoon was screaming bl@@dy murder at the unholiest hours of the night yesterday. 
 
  But Sunoo will think about that later. 
 
  He presses down onto  Sunghoon's cl@t with unforgiving pressure. 
 
  and he squirts, everywhere.
 
  “I— i— mmnh!“
 It just keeps gushing and gushing with enough vigour to push Sunoo's d@ck out a good 4 inches; and if that doesn't make the knot in Sunoo's stomach tighten, he's not quite sure what else will.  
  But the flow keeps going, violently —  Sunghoon panting and begging for it to stop; ‘It's too weird, too strange! make it stop, please!’ but his p@ssy doesn't stop, it just keeps lavishly spilling out squirt until Sunoo is sure he needs to get  Sunghoon a few bottles of water after this ASAP. 
 
   Sunghoon's fluids spill onto Sunoo's lower abdomen and taint his pale skin with an almost iridescent sort of glow. And throughout the whole show, Sunoo feels closer and closer to the edge, his nails cutting into  Sunghoon's hips and leaking crimson, just the slightest bit. 
 
  “Hyung, fu—f@ck, you're so sexy.”
 
  He f@cks harder and deeper, and c@ms in well deep enough for  Sunghoon to be able to cough out c@m, although, his post-@rg@sm state isn't any better, so to say, because he shivers and quakes into the cold air of  Sunghoon's room now that all the heat in his body has left with his climax. 
  Sunghoon's sure his blood has stopped flowing in his fingers, he's been gripping on the sheets with too much of strength for far too long, he even heard them rip at some point in time.  
   Sunghoon instead looks at him with a slow blink, then opting to close his eyes and let sleep mask over him like a blanket; all of which doesn't slip under the radar. Radar being Sunoo, yes. 
 
  “Tired?” 
 
  Sunoo hums out and soothes  Sunghoon to respond with a hum of his own; making Sunoo press his lips to  Sunghoon's temple and then flipping them over and has  Sunghoon resting on his chest, his cheek pushing against his left pectoral muscle and puffing out; threads of drool and spit running down his chin, which Sunoo happily wipes. he's touched and consumed enough of  Sunghoon's fluids to be disgusted by anything by now. 

  . 
 
  “You did really well, Hoonie.” 
 
  A kiss on the forehead. 
 
  “You were so pretty.”
 
  A kiss on the cheek. 
 
  “Your p@ssy was so good for me.” 
 
  A kiss on the lips. 
 
  “But, can I ask you for a favour?” 
 
   Sunghoon blinks his eyes open and tilts his head at Sunoo, waiting for his dongsaeng to continue. 
 
  “Can I still suck on your nipples? I'm really thirsty, hyung.” Said dongsaeng flutters his lashes — and if  Sunghoon wasn't tired enough to agree, he'd roll his eyes, but he's tired enough to simply nod if bang PD came over to his room and offered him 80 million dollars in exchange for a mirror selca. 
 
  And so, with a contended hum and his face full of kisses,  Sunghoon allows Sunoo to once again manhandle  Sunghoon to sit on his lap while Sunoo licks at  Sunghoon's nipple as though it was the finest drink man could ever brew.
 
  Sunghoon rests his hands on the hollows of sunoo's cheeks; caressing the depressions gently as he listens to the measly slurping sounds sunoo made that accompanied the slapping of his tongue against Sunghoon's nipple — making said boy twitch in his lap. 
 
  “Just don't bite. They're so sensitive now. I think I'll need bandages on them after this.” 
 
  “I'll get you bandages, hyung. it's my fault, so I'll take responsibility!”

   

  “I was going to make you buy them anyway, but, I guess it's a win for me.”
 
  “Can you really call it a win if I've taken your virginity and your ability to walk in exchange for a few bandages?” 
 
  “You might want to stop talking if you want me to do this with you again.”
 
  “Right.” 
 
  Silence settles between them, and sunoo fills it by slurping on Sunghoon's nipples, devilishly; unrelenting for even a blink. 
 
  “Thank you, so so much, hyung. This means the world to me.” He gives his signature Sunoo-smile and kisses his nipple, open-mouthed; with Sunghoon pressing the softest kiss onto the top of Sunoo's head, kissing the fluffy mane whilst his hands run up just to feel the same floof Sunghoon feels on his lips. 
 
  “I wouldn't mind staying hungry every night for this.” 
 
  “I would. My whole body aches.”
 
  “Well, depends on if Riki devours everything in the fridge again.”
 
  “I'll make sure he doesn't. ” 
 
  “No, don't. I wanna do this again.”
 
  “...”
 
  “Who said Riki 
  
    has
  
   to empty the fridge so we can f@ck?” 
 
  “So, we can f@ck without an empty fridge..?”

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
          and yes, sunoo likes p@ssy, me too, sunoo likes Sunghoon's t@ts, me too, sunoo likes sunghoon, me too, sunoo wants to fuck sunghoon, girl, get in line.wrote this over the span of 5 months, and I think my writing has improved a sh@t ton lot so that's yay.anyways that's it, prolly gonna be in my jakehoon era after this. the jakehoon brain rots go so hard frfr'
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