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Is it valid to feel attracted to your best friend sometimes?
Just sometimes, though. Definitely not, like, all the time. Like, when your best friend walks around your apartment shirtless when he comes over. Or when he laughs too fondly and you can see his perfect teeth. Okay—maybe not perfect, because they’re a little crooked, and that’s exactly what makes them more attractive. And also, when your best friend massages your hand when you’re stressed or anxious about something. Do other people’s best friends do that too?
Sieun feels conflicted.
The thought had just occurred to him because it’s true that Suho can be such an annoying motherfucker most days, clinging to him and invading his personal space like it’s his. But there are moments when Sieun’s heart skips a beat when Suho giggles. His chest tightens too when Suho runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a soft sigh.
Sieun convinces himself he just needs to get laid.
He’s thought about it before—if he and Suho ever became boyfriends. Which seems a little impossible, because it doesn’t really feel like Suho is serious about anything romantically.
His best friend just fucks around a lot. Maybe that’s why there are times Sieun sees him in a different light. And by a different light, he means a sexual light.
He stares at the pile of readings he still has to finish by tonight. He wants to get through all of it in advance so he can have some free time for him and Suho to hang out. The guy had texted earlier to say he was coming over for their weekly movie night.
It’s a simple thing, really. Their friendship. It’s the low-maintenance type. But they talk every day, and for some reason, their other friends find it a bit too intimate for two people who claim to be “just friends.”
Not their fault they just click together, alright. Plus, they’ve been best friends for seven years now, so it’s no surprise they’re as comfortable as it gets with each other.
Sieun thinks he’s mentioned the term best friends like a hundred times by now.
The doorbell chimes in his apartment, and Sieun briefly rearranges the pile of papers before heading to the door. It’s almost 9 p.m., so he’s just wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, which basically reveals his pretty legs, milky and soft.
He’s greeted by Suho holding takeout: their usual spicy fried chicken and two cans of soda. Typical. He’s gotten used to Suho buying him food whenever he can. When he’s with Suho, he probably spends less than a dollar. Lucky bastard with a high-paying job.
“Hi, Sieunnie. Ready for the movie?” Suho greets with a grin.
“Sure,” Sieun replies, stepping back to give Suho space to come in. He closes the door and walks behind his best friend toward the couch.
“You were studying?” Suho asks as he starts laying out the food on the coffee table.
Sieun shrugs and plops down onto the couch. “Not really. Just some readings I wanted to get ahead on.”
Suho hums and sits beside him. He reaches for the remote and starts browsing for a movie. “Smarty ass as always.”
And like clockwork, Suho’s right arm swings over Sieun’s shoulder, pulling them closer together without a second thought. It’s normal. But Sieun still feels his heart do that thing again where it sorta flips or does a weird, wiggly type of flutter. He exhales softly and lets himself lean into Suho’s body, knees folded up to his chest, eyes lazily watching whatever Suho’s scrolling through on the screen.
“What was that we planned to watch again?” Suho asks. His thumb rubs slow circles over Sieun’s arm. An unconscious habit he’s never quite shaken and like his hands naturally default to touching him.
“Wasn’t it Arrietty?” Sieun replies.
“Eh, I don’t feel like watching a love story tonight. Let’s find something with sex,” Suho deadpans, eyes still on the TV.
Sieun glances up and gives him a you’re weird as fuck look but doesn’t argue. He’s used to Suho saying things like that without warning like it’s completely normal to suggest borderline softcore right before bedtime. And whatever they end up watching doesn’t matter anyway, he always ends up falling asleep halfway through, head tucked somewhere between Suho’s side and the couch cushion.
Sometimes he feels guilty about it. But Suho had long reassured him, multiple times, that it’s not a big deal, and that Sieun should just rest if he’s tired. Sieun appreciated that. He tries to ignore the warmth that blooms in his chest whenever Suho says shit like that.
Suho lets out a soft huff of laughter. “Look, I think this is good,” he says a little too sarcastically.
Sieun tilts his head, eyes narrowing as he analyzes the movie thumbnail on the screen. It looks painfully cliché; some action-romance thing where the female lead wears leather and heels, looking all deadly and confident, only to crumble the second the brooding man touches her jaw. Definitely a spicy movie. Definitely heterosexual. Definitely not what Sieun mentally prepared for tonight.
“Okay,” he says after a moment. “Let’s watch that.”
Suho hums in satisfaction, tilting his head slightly to bump the top of Sieun’s. His best friend smells really good. It makes his head dizzy sometimes, in a good way.
The movie starts with a painfully predictable flow. Sieun can practically guess every next scene before it even happens. There are parts where Suho laughs or cringes, especially during the more dramatic, over-the-top moments. Like when the male lead does this exaggerated lip bite that makes Sieun visibly grimace.
“God,” Suho mutters, “why would he do that?”
It’s hideous. Just plain secondhand embarrassment.
And of course, when they watch anything together, Suho talks a lot. Like, a lot. Sieun should probably find it annoying, especially when he’s trying to concentrate on what’s playing in front of him. But instead it just feels like watching a movie with a live commentary track. Weirdly comforting. It even makes him giggle sometimes.
Then the inevitable scene comes on—the male lead finally kisses the female actress. It’s messy. Sloppy. It makes Sieun wince and mutter a quiet, “Eugh,”
It really just looks like they’re trying to eat each other.
He scratches the side of his brow and exhales sharply, ready to just look away until the scene’s over.
Suho scoffs beside him. “That’s not how you should kiss.”
The comment makes Sieun pause.
So, like… how? The question bubbles up before he can stop it. He doesn’t say it out loud but it sticks in his head, subtly spinning.
He knows Suho has experience. Rather, more than enough, if the casual stories he’s let slip are anything to go by. Sieun’s just never dwelled on the details. He’s never wanted to imagine Suho kissing someone else, or touching someone else. It’s weird. Kind of disgusting. And kind of… stingy. In his chest.
He shifts slightly, resting his chin on his knees, eyes still fixed on the screen even though he’s no longer really watching it.
The scene escalates quickly, it’s kind of insane. One second it’s just suggestive glances, the next the male lead is already undressing the woman and kissing her sloppily all over. Sieun frowns and looks away, a bit horrified by how fast it jumped from plot to porn.
Beside him, Suho casually reaches out to open the takeout, cracking open the soda cans and handing one over. A silent truce. They’re both clearly ignoring the weird scene unfolding on screen. Sieun accepts the can with a small nod, muttering a soft “Thanks,” before digging into the chicken with his bare hands.
The spice hits just right tonight. He’s too hungry to care that the sauce is smearing around his lips a little. One thick streak drips down from the corner of his mouth, and he’s just about to lick it off when Suho beats him to it, reaching over, thumbing at the sauce like it’s nothing, then licking it clean from his own finger.
Again, it’s normal. Just best friend things. People should stop jumping to conclusions.
Still, Sieun feels something. A subtle heat curling in his stomach. He doesn’t dwell on it, though. Doesn’t overthink. Just keeps chewing. The chicken’s really fucking good tonight and that’s all that matters.
They munch on their food both pointedly ignoring the scene playing in front of them. Sieun glances at Suho and nearly chokes on his soda because why is this man eating like he’s planning to swallow the goddamn bone too? He’s ridiculous. But also kind of endearing.
Sieun had long accepted that their dynamic is just like this; Suho acting like he’s the one cleaning up after him but in reality, he’s just as much of a mess. Maybe more.
They both snap their attention back to the TV when a series of mortifying moans suddenly echo from the speakers, fucking unhinged like a deranged animal trying to mate. Sieun grabs another piece of chicken but this time, his eyes stay glued to the screen. The girl is lying down now, and the male actor is trailing kisses down her stomach. Sieun knows what’s coming next.
And yeah, he’s right—the guy is going down on her.
He squirms slightly in his seat, posture tightening. Beside him, Suho tosses his arm across Sieun’s shoulder again after finishing off his portion, his other hand lazily holding the soda can as he sips. His eyes are still locked on the screen like he’s genuinely invested. Sieun just keeps chewing, finishing off the last piece of his chicken.
On screen, the girl throws her head back dramatically while the guy does his thing, and Sieun raises a brow. It’s so theatrical, it’s almost insulting. She lets out a long, breathy moan that sounds like she’s transcending the mortal realm. Sieun scoffs under his breath.
“There’s no way it feels like that.”
Suho puts his soda can down on the coffee table. Doesn’t say anything right away. Just shifts slightly, his thumb resuming those small circles on Sieun’s clavicle.
“It can feel like that, though,” Suho comments casually.
Huh. Weird.
Sieun turns to look at him, confusion pinching his brows. “How do you know?”
Suho meets his gaze and chuckles, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek like he’s holding back a secret. “I eat it like a god. You know I’m a messy eater.”
Okay. That makes something flip inside Sieun’s stomach. Like, actually flip. He’s not saying the heat in his gut just got warmer but he’s also not saying it didn’t. He squirms again in his seat, trying not to think too hard about it. His eyes flick back to the TV where the girl is now fully into it, moaning like she’s reached the afterlife.
Sieun scoffs and gestures vaguely at the screen. “What does that even mean? That’s not possible.”
He says it with conviction, but the truth is—he wouldn’t exactly know. No one’s ever eaten him out before. He’s fooled around with a few boys here and there, but it’s never gone further than messy makeouts and hands under shirts. Nothing like this.
Still, he’s pretty sure scenes like this are always exaggerated for the drama of it.
“Trust me, Sieunnie. I know,” Suho says a little too sure. Then he winks.
What the hell. Sieun gulps.
Now he wants to know too.
Sieun shifts, sinking deeper into Suho’s side like it’ll help stabilize him or something. He shrugs with eyes still half-focused on the forgotten movie. “Well… I don’t know. I’ve never…” He trails off, the sentence dangling awkwardly in the air.
Suho pauses. Then he leans back slightly to turn and look at Sieun fully. His brows lift and mouth parting in visible surprise.
“What? No one’s eaten you out before?”
Sieun’s expression flattens. He frowns and turns toward him. “Why? Is that bad?”
There’s a glint of offense in his tone and Suho immediately notices. He lifts his hands like it’s not what it sounds like. “I mean—it’s not. It’s not bad. Just surprising, that’s all. You’re pretty. I’m sure someone out there wants to.”
Sieun blinks. His face doesn’t react much but his body does. His stomach twists, his thighs clench a little. Remind him again, how the hell did they even get to this topic?
Because as much as he wants to shove the image out of his head, of Suho between his legs, mouth slick and greedy, looking up at him with so much want—it’s… there. Lodged somewhere now. Heavy and pulsing. And he definitely doesn’t want to think about the fact that it’s making him feel something warm and wet in his pussy.
He clears his throat and looks away. His eyes dropping to his empty plate like it suddenly matters. “I don’t know,” he says softly. “No one ever did.”
Suho exhales somewhere between disbelief and indignation. The movie is still playing but neither of them even pretends to care now. The moaning from the screen is just background noise at this point.
“That’s a shame,” Suho murmurs.
Then, he adds, “Wanna bet?”
Sieun freezes. His eyes flick back to Suho. There’s a slight twitch in his fingers where they’re fidgeting on the edge of his shirt.
“What?” he breathes.
“Want me to be your first time?” Suho says it like it’s nothing, it’s like he’s just asking if Sieun wants the last piece of chicken. “Should be fine. We’re comfortable with each other.”
It’s so casual. So matter-of-fact. Not even a hint of uncertainty. One might say he sounds too confident, like he’s done this too much before. It really sounds like he knows what he’s offering.
Sieun’s breath hitches. “Why would you?”
Suho doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he grabs the remote and turns off the TV with a brief click. The sudden silence makes the air around them feel heavier. With the movie gone, the only sounds left are their own breaths.
“Why not?” Suho says and for some reason his voice drops lower. “I can make you feel good.”
That sentence alone does something unforgivable to Sieun’s body.
His thighs instinctively press together. A subtle movement but Suho notices. Sieun licks his lips before he even realizes he’s doing it, and his mouth opens but no words come out.
Suho tilts his head slightly and he’s just waiting for Sieun to catch up. Their eyes stay locked, burning a little.
“You can say no,” Suho adds gently. “That’s not a pro—”
“I want to try,” Sieun cuts in. His voice is quieter than intended.
Suho’s lips twitch immediately, forming into a smirk that’s all teeth and pledge.
“Sure?” he asks and leaning in a little closer. “You might cry.”
Sieun’s brow lifts in defiance. That’s way too cocky. “You’re being dramatic. That won’t happen.”
Suho grins. “That’s why I asked if you wanna bet.”
His hand moves again, his thumb reaching for the corner of Sieun’s mouth to swipe gently across his lip. Maybe there’s dried sauce there or maybe it’s just an excuse. Either way, the touch is light but it sets his body on fire.
Sieun doesn’t pull away. His pride wouldn’t let him and neither would his curiosity. Because the heat in his stomach is getting intolerable, pooling lower, and his pussy is actually pulsing. It's humiliating.
“Sure,” he mutters, throat tight. “Whatever.”
Suho hums and that same thumb trails just barely down his chin before pulling away.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Suho says with a little smile. “Shall we start with a kiss?”
That makes Sieun relax a bit. It is enough to remember that this is still Suho. His best friend. Still annoying. Still stupid. Still the same guy who eats like a gremlin and hogs the blanket during movie nights.
They’ve never kissed before. Never even come close. But for some reason, the idea doesn’t disgust him. It doesn’t scare him, either. If anything… it makes him want it.
Sieun clears his throat. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Suho repeats, then pats his thigh. “C’mere. Sit on my lap.”
That’s dangerous. Like, actually fucking dangerous, man. Because Sieun’s wet. Not metaphorically. Literally. And if he sits on Suho’s lap like this, there’s no way Suho won’t notice.
But fuck it. He wants to sit on his best friend’s lap.
So he moves slowly, awkwardly, straddling Suho as the older man helps guide him by the waist. Suho’s hands wrap around him so easily it makes Sieun’s breath catch. His hands are so big or maybe Sieun’s waist really is just that small in comparison.
“There you go,” Suho murmurs, almost cooing.
Sieun huffs out a soft laugh. “We’re so weird.”
Suho smiles back. “Yeah, we are.”
His fingers lift, threading gently through Sieun’s hair, and Sieun melts into it. He closes his eyes without thinking, letting out a soft and satisfied sigh. It always feels good when Suho does that, like he’s being petted. It’s always been like this. And yet… not like this. If you get what he means.
Then Suho’s hand slides down, fingers tracing the side of Sieun’s face before cupping his jaw.
“Open your eyes, pretty.”
His voice drops slightly and a little sweet but commanding. Sieun feels it ripple down his spine like a warm shiver.
Suho’s other hand settles on Sieun’s thigh.
Fuck. His hands are so warm.
He doesn’t grip, just caresses. His palm gliding slowly and fingers brushing back and forth like he’s saying I got you without speaking. The gesture is soft. It’s comforting for how loud Sieun’s heart is beating right now.
Sieun gulps and looks at Suho—giving in with whatever this is. Whatever they’re doing or about to do.
Suho leans in, and Sieun just stays there a little breathless, his hands landing awkwardly on Suho’s chest because he has no clue where else to put them. Suho’s heartbeat is calm unlike his. Why the hell is he so calm about this?
And then Suho closes the gap. Lips press to lips.
Sieun exhales shakily into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. The tension in his shoulders unravels with his body softening as he leans in a little closer.
Suho’s lips move slowly like he’s guiding him through it. Both hands settle low on Sieun’s waist, thumbs brushing over the curve of his sides with intent. His fingers tighten slightly. Then Suho nips at his lower lip. Careful not to startle him.
Sieun follows without hesitation, tilting his head to match Suho’s pace. His movements are less practiced, sure, but instinct carries him; curiosity and heat taking over. It feels natural to melt into Suho like this. Like his body already knows how.
Well, Suho really does know how to kiss. He moves like he’s sure of it, he knows what feels good not just for himself, but for Sieun. Especially for Sieun. It doesn’t intimidate him, weirdly enough. It just makes it easier to let go.
Sieun’s toes curl slightly, breath hitching as Suho deepens the kiss. He adjusts himself in Suho’s lap, trying to settle better.
And fuck. He gasps.
The friction. The way their hips press together. It knocks the air right out of him.
What the fuck—
His pulse spikes. His hands twitch against Suho’s chest. He’s getting damp in his underwear, embarrassingly fast, and it’s like his whole body has suddenly gone hypersensitive. Every brush of skin, every slow roll of Suho’s thumbs at his waist feels too much.
His mind is spiraling.
He wants.
He wants.
Suho pulls away to breathe and Sieun immediately lets out the quietest whine. Please don’t stop.
Before he can even think, his hand flies up, fingers curling around the back of Suho’s neck to pull him back in. He’s not done. He needs more. But Suho doesn’t let him.
His hands tighten suddenly, gripping Sieun’s waist hard that makes him jolt and almost yelp.
“Breathe, Sieun,” Suho murmurs and chuckles right after. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Sieun blinks again, stunned for a second. He’s dazed and his lips are wet, his cheeks flushed, his heart racing. Thumping so hard it might pop out his throat. He forces himself to focus, snapping his eyes open like he hasn’t been seconds away from flying somewhere far off.
He rolls his eyes, because fuck it, he needs the upper hand back. He needs to act like this isn’t doing something absolutely humiliating to his body.
“Whatever,” he mutters. Chill. So chill. He’s totally chill right now.
He’s absolutely not going to be fucking chill if Suho doesn’t kiss him again soon.
It’s infuriating how good Suho is at this. Like, stupidly good. So good it feels like Sieun’s floating and his bones are gone and his skin is vibrating and he can’t think.
Suho feels a little uncomfortable so he moves, trying to straighten his posture. His back aching a little from the angle they’ve been tangled in. He moves with Sieun still in his lap, adjusting his spine to sit upright again.
But the moment he does, Sieun lets out a high-pitched whine. They both freeze.
It’s so sudden, so needy, it catches them completely off guard. Sieun’s eyes go wide for half a second because he can’t believe that just came out of him.
Before Suho can say a damn thing, Sieun surges forward, grabbing the back of Suho’s head and kissing him again, open-mouthed and desperate. His fingers thread into Suho’s hair.
He just takes. Kissing like he needs more than what Suho’s giving.
His cunt throbs, tingling in a way that makes his legs tremble. He can feel the press of Suho’s growing erection beneath him and it’s taking everything in him not to grind down on it. Not to lose control.
Wow—he’s big. Suho’s dick is big.
Suho smirks against his lips and just when Sieun thinks he’s taking the lead, winning for once, Suho licks into his mouth, tongue sliding deep and slow. The sound Sieun makes in response is quite a disgrace. A breathy whimper that melts into a pathetic mewl.
“So needy?” Suho murmurs against his lips. His hand slides up under Sieun’s shirt with warm fingers skating across bare skin, dragging over the curve of his waist. The contact is enough to fire him up.
All of a sudden, Suho shifts again, arms tightening around Sieun’s waist and lifts them both up in one smooth motion. Sieun gasps, pulling back from their heated kiss. “What—”
“Baby,” Suho soothes like he’s trying to calm a frantic cat. “Relax. I’m just taking us to your bed, yeah?”
Baby.
That word hits Sieun right in the chest.
Suho presses a soft kiss to his temple and Sieun’s heart flutters in a way that has nothing to do with lust. He lets himself be carried, arms still loosely around Suho’s neck, feeling small and floaty in his grasp.
He kind of likes it. No—he really likes it. He wants Suho to call him baby again. Is this what they call greed? If yes, Sieun is actually not opposed to it.
Suho walks them through the dim apartment with steady steps because Sieun’s something precious he doesn’t want to jostle. The bedroom door creaks slightly as they enter, and then he’s lowering them both onto the mattress. He adjusts Sieun back against the pillows, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he hovers above him.
Sieun's back hits the sheets and a soft sound escapes him. His skin feels hot. His chest is rising faster, mouth parted, eyes glassy with want. He’s already trembling just from being touched and kissed. Every nerve feels raw.
“Suho,” he breathes. “Kiss. Please.”
Suho laughs fondly and he’s absolutely taken with him. “Whatever my baby wants,” he teases.
Then he leans in and kisses him again. He tilts his head to deepen it, coaxing another whimper out of Sieun’s throat.
Suho pulls back to speak, thumb brushing against Sieun’s cheek.
“Can I take your shirt off?” he murmurs. “Wanna see you.”
Sieun nods so fast it almost looks like he’s been holding it in.
Suho smiles at him again. So cute, he thinks. Every little reaction, every flustered breath. Sieun’s practically begging without even realizing it. Then he pulls back far enough to lift the hem of Sieun’s oversized shirt. His eyes flick up, silently asking for confirmation one more time.
Sieun nods again, already breathless.
Suho peels the fabric upward, exposing pale skin inch by inch. When it finally comes off, he tosses it aside, then just… looks at him for a moment.
His eyes roam over Sieun’s chest, his soft tummy, his flushed face, his trembling thighs. And then Suho leans down and presses a kiss to his collarbone. It’s so fucking intimate it makes both of their head spin.
Another to the base of his neck. Then the dip of his shoulder. He kisses him like he’s something sacred. Each part of him deserves its own moment. Sieun squirms. His legs press together, thighs rubbing in a desperate, involuntary motion. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands so they fist the sheets instead.
Suho trails kisses lower, his lips brushing down the line of his chest until his mouth hovers over one of Sieun’s nipples. He glances up, catches the dazed look in his eyes—and licks.
“Nnh, fuck.” Sieun jerks. His back arches slightly and a gasp tearing from his throat as Suho swirls his tongue slowly before sucking around the bud to make him feel it.
It’s so much. His pussy clenches.
Suho switches to the other side, giving it the same attention. His hands keep Sieun still with thumbs rubbing circles against his hips to calm him through it. Then he starts moving down again, open-mouthed kisses along his stomach. Over his ribs. Just above his navel.
Sieun’s brain short-circuits. His legs twitch. His hands scramble at Suho’s shoulders and his fucking thighs parting wider on instinct.
“Suho—” he gasps. “Please—”
He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. All he knows is more. His whole body is burning and he’s already close to losing it and Suho hasn’t even touched him where he needs it most.
“Sieun,” Suho calls softly. “Princess.”
Sieun whines just from the name alone. “Can I kiss you here too?” Suho asks, hovering above the heat between his legs—his clothed cunt that’s soaked through the fabric of his boxers.
Sieun’s vision nearly whites out. His hips twitch up before he can even think about it. He’s going insane. He knows it. And at this point, he fully admits defeat.
The bet? Lost. Buried. Gone. He’s not making it out of this sane.
“Y-Yeah,” he breathes out, voice cracking from how wrecked he already feels.
Suho doesn’t hesitate. He leans down and presses a kiss right to the center of his pussy—through the damp cotton and right onto his clit.
Sieun chokes on a moan. His back arches off the bed and eyes squeezed shut like it physically hurts to feel that much. The fabric is clinging to him and that one kiss feels like it sends a shockwave through his whole body.
Suho hums against him like he’s pleased with the reaction. He pulls back only to trail his mouth to Sieun’s inner thigh, where he sinks his teeth in gently, sucking hard to leave a mark.
“Gonna make you so soft for me,” Suho murmurs against his skin, pressing another kiss beside the forming bruise. “You’re doing so good already, baby. I’ll make you cry, okay?”
Sieun’s legs twitch, spreading wider without him meaning to. His fingers dig into the sheets again.
Suho gently tugs the fabric down. Sieun’s boxers peel away from flushed skin, damp and clinging almost embarrassingly.
And when he’s finally bare, Suho stops breathing. Literally stills.
Five whole seconds.
He just stares.
No—it’s not just staring. He’s consuming the sight in front of him. And in his head, he thinks, No fucking way. This isn’t real. This is art.
Sieun squirms under the weight of it. He bites his lip, tries to twist his hips and shy away, thighs instinctively starting to close.
But Suho stops him with a firm grip, his hand sliding down to Sieun’s knee and pushing.
“Don’t hide,” Suho murmurs. “Let me see you.”
He spreads Sieun wider, exposing everything—wet, glistening, pink, and so fucking soft. The air kisses over his skin and it sends a full-body shiver down his spine. He feels so open, so raw. His cunt twitches from the attention.
Suho just breathes out, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
Then he lowers himself.
And licks.
One long, slow stripe from the bottom of his entrance all the way up to his clit. Flat tongue, full fucking pressure, dragging through slick because he wants to feel every part of it.
Sieun lets out a loud moan.
He can’t believe this. He can’t believe this can feel so fucking good.
His fingers shoot out to grab the sheets, legs trembling as a ragged moan tears out of his throat. His head falls back.
Suho groans low against him. “Tastes so fucking good,” he mutters and his voice nearly slurred with hunger.
And then he devours.
There’s no teasing. No playing around. Suho eats with no single ounce of hesitation. Mouth messy with his tongue relentless, sucking and lapping him all up. He pushes his face in while his hands grip on Sieun’s thighs to hold him down as he works him over.
Sieun’s breathing gets louder. His hips start lifting off the bed. Tears prick the corners of his eyes—he’s blinking fast, moaning even faster. Wet and overwhelming and so fucking good he doesn’t know what to do with it.
“Suho—Suho, I—” he gasps.
Suho doesn’t stop.
He just keeps eating him like he deserves this. It’s like he belongs between his thighs.
When Suho sucks hard around his clit, Sieun practically screams. His hand flies into Suho’s hair, fingers twisting tight with a gasp that’s way too loud for how late it is in the night. He doesn’t even mean to pull but his hips jerk up, and Suho groans into him, mouth pressed so deep the vibrations make Sieun’s legs fucking spasm.
“Can’t—” he chokes out as his back arches so hard it lifts his shoulders off the bed.
He’s not even trying to be quiet anymore. There’s no chance. His body is beyond that now. He’s making these shattered, pathetic little noises that don’t even sound like him.
His thighs are trembling, overstimulated, and he’s grinding up against Suho’s face even when he tries not to. But then Suho’s hands tighten on his hips to guide him and tilting his pelvis just right.
“That’s it,” Suho grows softly. His voice is soaked in praise making it sound that he’s proud of how much Sieun’s losing it.
He licks another stripe up his soaked slit, then flattens his tongue and presses it in dragging pressure. Sieun’s entire body twitches.
One of Suho’s hands slides down and Sieun doesn’t even register what’s happening until Suho’s finger slips inside him. It’s so easy with how wet Sieun is; it just glides in and enters like that.
Sieun gasps, hands clenching in Suho’s hair so tight he might actually pull it out. His walls clench around the intrusion and his whole body reacting before his brain can catch up.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Why is it—”
Why is it so good?
Suho just keeps going. He curls his finger on that delicious spot and his tongue sucking at his clit again like he’s got all the time in the world. Quite literally thinking that Sieun’s the only thing on the menu.
Tears form again at the corners of Sieun’s eyes and this time he doesn’t even blink them away.
So fucking sensitive.
His pussy is soaked, noisy, and Suho is eating it up like it’s his goddamn job.
“Oh—”
That’s all Sieun can manage.
The sound catches in his throat, breaks off into a sob as Suho slides a second finger inside him. His mouth falls open, trying to find breath but it just won’t come because Suho’s filling him, stretching him good, and working him open because he’s got forever to ruin him.
It’s more than he’s ever had. He’s going insane with Suho inside him.
He forces himself to relax with his cunt pulsing. Another moan when Suho dips his head and sucks at his clit.
The sound is obscene. Squish, suck, schlick—Suho doesn’t give a flying fuck about the noise, he wants Sieun to hear all of it.
“So good, baby,” Suho praises against his pussy.
Then he lowers again, licking up and down because he fucking wants to memorize every part of Sieun with his tongue. His fingers stay buried deep, curling to brush against the spot that makes Sieun cry out.
And when Suho spreads them, tongue sliding between his fingers to taste him even deeper—
Sieun sobs.
His whole body is trembling and his breath stuttering in his chest. One of Suho’s hands keeps him still, holding his thigh down firm and then he lifts it, sliding his arm underneath to pin it in place so his thumb can rub just under his clit.
A sharp shock of pleasure shoots through Sieun and he wails.
“Suho—Suho, oh my go—” he babbles in words broken into raw little whimpers. “I—need—fuck, I need—”
“Mhm?” Suho purrs, his voice vibrating against Sieun’s cunt as he kisses it again. “You need this, baby?”
Sieun nods frantically, tears spilling hot from the corners of his eyes.
“Yes—yes, please, I—”
Suho pulls his fingers out, slick dripping down his knuckles, and drags them up and down Sieun’s pussy, rubbing his clit in circles—taunting and toying with it. His lips are red and curved in this soft fucking smirk.
Sieun’s thighs are shaking while his legs are trying to close but it’s pinned wide open. He can’t stop crying now. His body’s begging for release because he’s never been touched like this in his life.
Because it’s Suho. And Suho is making him feel like this. And Suho looks so hot between his legs, exceeding his expectations. Suho pushes his fingers back in, fucking them deeper and faster. He curves onto that spot and Sieun shouts.
“I can’t—” Sieun chokes out, his body’s rushing toward something and he doesn’t know how to stop it.
He grabs Suho's hair, then his shoulder, then just claws helplessly at whatever skin he can reach. Suho’s mouth stays locked to his clit, sucking hard, tongue moving in devastating little circles.
“I’m—” Sieun’s chest is heaving. He tries to muffle the sound by shoving his hand against his mouth, sucking his fingers, biting down hard into the heel of his palm.
Way too much. Something’s different. Something’s building.
“Wait—Suho—” His words crash into each other, torn apart by ragged breaths and the tightening of his body.
Suho doesn’t stop or give him time to pause.
“You can come,” Suho encourages against his cunt with his mouth slick in everything Sieun’s giving him. “Do it for me, baby. Fuck—I’ve got you—”
Sieun sobs, thighs shaking uncontrollably, the pressure building in his gut unbearable. He’s never felt this. It’s climbing higher than it should. Something’s gonna break. It feels like he’s going to snap.
Suho’s teeth scrape lightly over his clit.
Sieun’s body explodes.
His back arches violently, muscles seizing as a choked scream punches out of his throat. His pussy clamps down hard around Suho’s fingers and then—
Fuck.
He squirts.
A hot rush floods out of him, sudden and sharp, and he doesn’t even know what’s happening. It won’t stop. His whole body trembles through it.
“Oh shit,” he sobs. His nails are immediately digging into Suho’s shoulder as he shakes. “Oh—Suho—”
He can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t speak. He’s gone.
Tears stream down his face and he tries to blink them away to look but all he can see is Suho looking up at him with his mouth still pressed against his cunt, licking him slow, looking like he wants to take every last drop.
His chest rises and falls in broken gasps, and there’s tears streaked down his cheeks, his thighs sticky, cunt fluttering around nothing because Suho’s just watching him now—the way his body tremble, watching the aftershocks wreck through him.
Suho hums while licking his lips.
“Another one?” he murmurs, thumb brushing circles into the inside of Sieun’s thigh all sticky with slick. “Hm? For me?”
Sieun shakes his head softly and Suho just smiles.
“You can do it, baby,” Suho coaxes. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
So fucking evil.
Sieun’s eyes flutter open, wet lashes clumped together, his mouth is open and he wants to say something but all he lets out is a cracked moan.
“I know, my princess,” Suho whispers. “You’re so sensitive right now, aren’t you? But I want another.”
And before Sieun can argue, protest, beg for mercy—Suho slides two fingers back inside.
“Fuck—” Sieun sobs, body jerking as his cunt clenches down hard. His legs try to close but Suho pins them open once again, arms steady and mouth trailing back to his clit, gentle licks that make Sieun cry harder because he’s overstimulated.
“There you go,” Suho says softly. “Just take it. You’re doing so good for me.”
His fingers curl and the way his mouth moves on Sieun’s clit is so tender it feels like worship. Sieun feels like he’s unraveling all over again and twitching helplessly with every brush of Suho’s tongue.
“I can’t—” he whimpers.
“You can,” Suho purrs. “You’re mine, remember? My good boy. And good boys come when they’re told.”
Sieun lets out a shaky sob, hands flailing until they find Suho’s wrist, gripping tight like it’s the only thing tethering him to the planet.
“I’m—please, please—”
Suho smirks against him.
“Yeah, come for me again, pretty. Right on my fingers—let me have it.”
And then he sucks hard again—presses his tongue there—and Sieun breaks. All over again.
Another orgasm slams through him, his cunt squeezing down around Suho’s fingers like it wants to keep him. Suho just watches him fall apart, whispering praise against his cunt the whole time. He stares at Sieun’s cunt that’s clenching and unclenching and sticky liquid coming out if it.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my baby. You’re so perfect like this.”
Sieun’s sobbing, chest hiccuping, tears slipping past his lashes even though the orgasm’s already washed through him. His fingers tremble as they cling to Suho’s arm, nails pressing into his skin.
Suho slowly withdraws his fingers from his cunt, watching how his hole flutters in the absence. Then he leans up, wiping his hand on the sheets before pressing his lips to the soft inside of Sieun’s thigh. One last kiss before he moves up. He kisses the edge of Sieun’s stomach. Then his ribs. Then higher, until he’s hovering above Sieun’s flushed face, and gently brushes the tears away with his thumb. And then presses a kiss to the corner of his eye.
Another to the other side.
“Hey,” Suho murmurs. “Are you okay?”
Sieun sniffles and nods. Pretty.
“Come here,” Suho says. He sits back on the bed and pulls Sieun into his lap, bare skin pressed against his clothed chest. Suho is still wearing his shirt and sweatpants.
Suho wraps both arms around him, one hand splaying wide on his back, the other petting into his hair.
Sieun clings to him like a bear, face buried into Suho’s neck, hiccuping still—tiny sounds still riding the waves of what just happened.
“You did so good,” Suho whispers against his temple. He’s kissing him again—his forehead, his cheek, the side of his jaw. “Such a good boy for me. You took it so well.”
Sieun lets out a soft whimper. “F-Feel weird…”
“I know, baby.” Suho strokes down the curve of his spine. “Your body’s just coming down. You’re safe. You’re with me.”
He kisses the top of Sieun’s head again, rocking them just slightly.
“You were perfect. You’re always perfect.”
Sieun’s fingers curl into Suho’s shirt. He feels weightless and he’s suspended somewhere far above his own body. Soft and small and completely cradled in Suho’s arms.
Suho adjusts him gently, running one hand down to rub soothing movements into his lower back. “Just stay here for a bit,” he says as his voice melts into his skin. “Let me hold you.”
And Sieun lets himself sink.
Sieun’s breathing in ragged little hiccups, head lolling on Suho’s shoulder. He thinks he’s finally come down—his spine still buzzing, cunt flushed and oversensitive but it’s starting to feel less overwhelming.
He doesn’t even realize he’s drooling a little until Suho thumbs at the corner of his mouth and hums.
“Still with me, princess?”
Sieun nods, or tries to. It’s more of a soft nuzzle against Suho’s neck, a breathy sound that sounds like mmhm but doesn’t quite make it out. His body’s floating, so oversensitive that even the fabric of Suho’s shirt brushing his skin makes him tremble.
Suho rocks them just once and Sieun lets out a broken whimper like it hurts—but hurts in a good way.
“You’re so sweet like this,” Suho murmurs, kissing down the shell of his ear. “So fucked out, baby.”
And then Suho’s hand slides between them again, fingers brushing against Sieun’s slick, puffy cunt, still soaked and sensitive and swollen.
Sieun jerks in his lap. His hips buck without meaning to and he gasps, a loud, teary sound. “What are you— Suho—”
“You think you can take one more?” Suho breathes into his hair, licking the shell of his ear. “Tell me if you really can’t, sweetheart,”
Sieun thinks he can. For Suho. Just for him.
He presses the pad of his middle finger to Sieun’s clit, barely any pressure, just resting there and Sieun mewls.
“One more,” Suho coaxes again, and this time it’s lower right into his neck. “C’mon, my sweet princess,”
Sieun’s whole body trembles at that. His eyes are already going unfocused with lashes fluttering like he’s about to cry again. His hands are clutching Suho’s shoulders, trying to hold on to something to keep from falling apart.
Suho kisses his cheek, wet with leftover tears. “You want to make me proud, don’t you?”
Sieun whimpers. “Y-Yeah…”
“Then give me one more, pretty. Just let go.”
And then Suho moves his fingers drawing a tight circle over Sieun’s clit. Sieun bites into his shoulder, voice breaking and clings harder. His thighs are shaking so bad they thump softly against Suho’s hips and he can’t stop the high, gasping sounds that fall out of him.
He’s too sensitive. Everything feels too sharp. But Suho doesn’t push too much yet.
“So proud of you, baby,” Suho whispers. “Let me see you come again. That okay?”
Sieun’s eyes roll back—literally. He stares blankly upward, slack-jawed, moaning wettly and completely unaware of how fucked out he sounds. Suho tilts his chin and kisses him open-mouthed, swallowing the next moan as he finally presses a finger in.
Like a fucking dam, Sieun breaks.
His body jolts forward and back, hips stuttering, his clit catching on every movement and making the pressure snap. His orgasm hits like a wave but it’s a soft orgasm that doesn’t make him cry out too much.
“There it is,” Suho whispers. “My good boy. Just like that.”
He holds him through it, fucking him through the high with the gentlest strokes. The sound of it is slick and messy and filthy, echoing in the quiet room. Sieun’s pussy is so wet it makes the thrusts sound obscene, but Suho doesn’t care—he wants to hear it.
“You don’t even know how pretty you sound when you come,” Suho says.
Sieun’s not even speaking anymore. Just open-mouthed, cross-eyed, small hiccupping gasps while he shakes gently in Suho’s lap, wrecked and floating and so, so good.
Sieun’s body twitch one last time and then he’s slumping—completely limp. Suho doesn’t move at first and watches him with that same awe-filled softness like he’s the only beautiful thing in the world.
Then he moves very carefully because he doesn’t want to hurt his baby. His fingers slipping out of Sieun’s slick heat with a wet sound that makes them both twitch. Suho lets out a soft chuckle and leans in to kiss the corner of Sieun’s mouth.
“Sorry, baby,” he whispers as he wipes at the tears still clinging to Sieun’s cheeks with gentle thumbs. “You’re just so fucking pretty, I couldn’t help it.”
Sieun whimpers softly in response, too gone to even form a word. His arms are still loosely around Suho’s shoulders, holding on like he might float away.
Suho brushes his hair back, sticky with sweat and all messed up and presses one more kiss to his damp temple. “You’re okay,” he murmurs. “Always so proud of you.”
The second Suho lays him down on the mattress, Sieun clings harder. His legs curl, his body instinctively curling in, seeking Suho’s warmth again.
“Okay, okay, I’m not going anywhere,” Suho soothes, easing himself down beside him and pulling the blankets up lazily with one hand. He tucks Sieun in, then wraps both arms around him, dragging him close until they’re pressed together.
Sieun nuzzles into Suho’s chest immediately, boneless and flushed. His breathing is already slowing—soft little puffs against Suho’s shirt.
“You really lost the bet, huh?” Suho teases gently. “Told you you’d cry, didn’t I?”
“Mhm,” Sieun mumbles, barely awake. His voice is hoarse and dazed. “Shut up…”
Suho laughs and kisses the top of his head. “So stubborn. Even when you’re falling asleep.”
Sieun only hums in response, the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He nuzzles deeper into Suho’s chest and drifts, completely warm and safe, breath syncing with Suho’s heartbeat.
“Goodnight, princess,” Suho murmurs, stroking his hair one last time. “Sweet dreams.”
Sieun’s already gone.