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This dilemma is kind of fucking up Suho.
It’s been three days since that happened and neither of them has said a word about it. The funny thing is, Sieun gave him five goddamn bucks.
For the bet.
Suho took it, obviously. Pocketed it with a shit-eating grin and didn’t say anything else because what was he supposed to do? "Thanks for the cash, and also for letting me eat you out until you cried”? Nope. That felt not right. Even he has limits.
He took care of Sieun that night. Cleaned him up, wiped him down gently with a warm cloth, watched his chest rise and fall until he finally let himself leave the room. Sieun had knocked out cold, tucked into his side like a sleepy kitten and mumbling nonsense into Suho’s chest. He’d never seen anyone look that wrecked and that peaceful at the same time.
And yet, since then, radio silence.
They haven’t even seen each other in person. Sieun’s been slammed with school, finishing up finals, buried in readings. Suho’s had two back-to-back night runs for Union and some last-minute shit to cover for his front job. It’s not like they’re avoiding each other. Or, well—maybe they kind of are.
Suho wouldn’t know. He’s too busy losing his mind.
It’s not even the sex part that’s driving him insane. (Okay, it’s a little bit the sex part. He did jerk off in Sieun’s bathroom right after because what the fuck else was he supposed to do with a throbbing hard-on and the image of Sieun crying on his tongue stuck in his head like a fucking curse?)
But no. It’s more than that.
It’s the fact that he touched, tasted, and felt someone he’s been in love with for God knows how long and it was all real. It was better than he ever imagined and that’s the problem. Now he can’t stop imagining it. Sieun’s tiny gasps. The way his thighs trembled. His fingers tangled in Suho’s hair. The way he begged.
He thinks about it every night. Multiple times. Like clockwork.
And Suho's respectful. He is. That was a one-time thing—he thinks. He knows it’s not fair to expect anything. Sieun asked for it. Gave his consent, trusted him not to go any further. Suho respected the line. He didn’t expect anything back, didn’t even think about his own pleasure. He just wanted Sieun to feel good.
Honestly? He’d do it again. Every day, if he could. Wake Sieun up with his head between his legs, ruin him before breakfast, and watch him whine about his workload with shaky legs and that pouty mouth.
But he won’t. Not unless Sieun asks. He can wait. He’s waited this long already.
Still, it’s fucking him up. The boy he’s loved for years let him touch him like that. Trusted him with his body. Came for him, cried in his lap, called him baby. Now Suho’s just here. In his own apartment. Palming his dick at 2 a.m. again. Wondering if Sieun’s still thinking about it too.
His phone dings.
Suho grabs it from his nightstand and glances at the screen.
And speaking of the pretty devil.
[ Baby: Suho, are you awake? ]
Before anyone jumps to conclusions—Sieun doesn’t know Suho saved his contact name like that. Baby. Just for him. Suho’s never planned to let him know, either.
But this message… it’s a bit worrisome.
When Sieun texts like that, it usually means something’s off. Something’s bugging him.
[ Suho: Yes, I am. Is there anything you need? ]
He stares at the screen, waiting. About six minutes pass before the reply comes in.
[ Baby: Can you come over? ]
Oh. Oh, well.
Hell yeah? He can.
[ Suho: Of course, what happened? ]
He’s already getting out of bed, changing into a clean hoodie and sweats.
[ Baby: Nothing, just lonely. ]
His heart clenches at that.
Sieun gets like this sometimes. It's not often but when it happens, it always feels like Suho’s the only one allowed to see it. Like Sieun trusts him to carry it. Suho would carry all of it if Sieun asked.
He types back quickly.
[ Suho: On my way :) ]
And he’s out the door in less than five minutes.
In Sieun’s defense, he has a pretty valid excuse. He is feeling lonely.
He’s been overthinking about what happened between them, twisting it around in his head for the past three days. What if Suho didn’t like it? What if that’s why he hasn’t been bugging Sieun like he usually does? He’s scared now that maybe he forced Suho into doing something he didn’t actually want. That maybe Suho only did it because Sieun allowed him to.
That thought makes him feel like shit.
But also, he’s kind of horny.
It’s 2 a.m. No one can judge him.
He tried jerking off a few times since that night—tried to touch himself the way Suho did but it’s not the same. Not even close. He never gets there. Not to the place Suho took him. Every time it ends the same way: him flopped on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling with a hand between his legs like some kind of loser. It’s pathetic.
It’s frustrating.
And the worst part is, he wants to ask. He wants to text Suho, “Can you make me come again?” But that would make him sound like a selfish asshole, right? Just using Suho for his fingers and his mouth. Even if they’re best friends. Even if Suho said he was fine with it. Sieun doesn’t know what Suho’s limits are. He assumes there have to be limits.
So instead, he just sends the text asking if Suho’s awake.
And when the doorbell rings, he gets up from his bed and goes to open it. Suho, standing in his doorway with his hoodie on and hair ruffled like he came here in a rush.
Sieun’s heart fucking lurches.
How has he never noticed how stupidly attractive his best friend is? He’s so hot. Like, offensively hot. What the fuck.
“Hi,” Suho greets him with a soft smile. “Are you okay?”
Actually? No. Sieun is not okay. He’s staring at Suho’s lips and immediately remembers how they felt on his—
Sieun exhales sharply and looks away.
“Mhm. Sorry for calling you out this late,” he says quietly, stepping aside to let Suho in.
Suho doesn’t hesitate. He steps in.
The man immediately goes to his usual spot on the couch and sits, legs spread and taking up space.
“How have you been?” he asks casually.
I’ve been jerking off, Sieun thinks bitterly. He sits beside him but leaves a stiff gap of space between them. Like if they touch, he’ll short-circuit.
“I’m okay,” Sieun says even though it sounds more like a lie. “Just… worried.”
Suho tilts his head. “About?”
Sieun looks away, fidgeting with his thumbs. His heart feels too big for his chest right now.
“Do you… feel weird with me now?” he mumbles.
Sieun isn’t the type to bring things up. He hates it, actually. He’d rather rot in silence. But Suho is the only person he makes exceptions for. He doesn’t want to lose him.
Suho’s voice softens. “What made you think that, Sieunnie?”
Sieun breathes deep. His stomach turns. “Because you—because of what happened. Last time.”
Suho raises a brow. “Because I ate you out?”
Sieun’s face scrunches. “Yes,” he says flatly. There it is. The cocky Suho tone.
He meets Suho’s eyes now, trying to read him, gauge him. Is he fucking with him? Is he serious?
Suho shakes his head. “No, I thought you were weirded out with me.”
“I’m not.”
The words come out faster than he expected.
In fact, far from it.
“Okay, that’s good to know. Have you eaten?” Suho asks, already making his way into the kitchen.
Sieun purses his lips, watching him go. He’s relieved that Suho doesn’t seem weird about what happened, but something’s definitely different now. They crossed a line. There’s no way they can pretend there’s nothing more going on. Not when Suho’s mouth had been there.
“It’s 2 a.m. I already ate,” Sieun says. “Are you gonna sleep here?”
Suho turns to look at him.
“Do you want me to?”
Sieun nods. “Yeah.”
Suho chuckles fondly. “Of course. Let’s sleep then?”
“Mhm.” Sieun yawns.
And just like that, they head back to his bed.
Nothing really happened after that night. Sieun just shrugged it off. Accepted the fact that maybe sex with Suho wasn’t going to be a thing again. Maybe it was just a one-time thing. Whatever.
Surprisingly, they went right back to their usual best friends routine. Suho started bothering him again. Clinging to him during study sessions, dropping by unannounced, cooking meals in his kitchen. Sieun doesn’t bring it up. If Suho isn’t going to mention it again, then he’s not going to beg for anything. Fine. Cool. He can act normal too.
So when Baku asked if he wanted to come out this weekend for some kind of post-finals club party, Sieun agreed without thinking too much. He doesn’t usually go unless he’s got the mental space to tolerate the noise and the people, especially guys who get too bold with him, but tonight, he kind of wants that.
If he can’t have what he wants from Suho, then maybe he’ll take it from someone else. Even if it’s just a distraction.
He already texted Baku he’s in.
He doesn’t know if Suho’s going. Probably is. That man floats in and out of nightlife like it’s nothing. Talking to everyone, flirting with whoever, racking up numbers like it’s a Pokemon collection or something. Boys and girls alike.
By 9 p.m., Sieun’s fully dressed and done. He actually put effort in, not that he’d admit it.
White tank top, black leather jacket, black denim shorts that hit just above the knee. Hair parted and styled up, collarbones peeking through, a few silver rings wrapped around his fingers.
He glances in the mirror one last time. Yeah. He looks good. Pretty, even.
And with that final thought, he heads out.
“Ooh, didn’t expect you’d actually come!” Baku grins as soon as Sieun walks in.
The club’s already packed, the bass thumping hard enough to feel in his chest. People are dancing in the center, lights flashing across the crowd. Baku’s taken a VIP section tucked off to the side, where there’s a little more space to breathe and couch seats wrapping around a low table stacked with drinks and finger food.
Sieun bobs his head a little to the beat. He thinks he can have fun tonight.
He slides into the seat across from Baku, letting the music thrum in his chest.
“Who else is going?” he asks, raising his voice to be heard over the bass.
“Young-yi! Gotak and Juntae too,” Baku replies. “And I’m gonna introduce you to someone later.”
Sieun raises a brow. “Who?”
Baku just winks. “You’ll see.”
Around ten minutes later, Gotak and Juntae arrive together.
“Sieunnie!” Juntae beams and dabs him up. Sieun smiles and returns it as Juntae flops down beside him, already talking a mile a minute.
Gotak follows, taking one look at Sieun and letting out a low whistle.
“You look good.”
Sieun rolls his eyes but the compliment doesn’t go unappreciated. “Thanks.”
They started to get their respective drinks. Also ran through a series of events in their life that they had to catch up on. Sieun isn’t a heavy drinker because he’s gonna admit that his alcohol tolerance isn’t very amazing. He lolls his head to the side as he drinks and allows himself to ease up. He feels a little tipsy already and he’s kind of giggling a lot now.
When Young-yi walked in and sat beside them, he thinks Suho really wouldn’t come. Alright, not like he can do much about it.
All of a sudden Baku stands and waves someone over to their booth.
“Everyone, this is Geum Seongje—met him at a street-bike race last week,” he says and guides the guy forward.
People tossed out casual hellos but Sieun just stares. Mouth slightly open.
Holy shit.
Tall—Suho level tall. Broad-shouldered in a loose black shirt that’s unbuttoned halfway down, revealing a line of toned chest and glinting chain. Sleeves rolled, tattoo peeking out from his forearm. Hair pushed back. His jawline is sharp, lips formed into a subtle smirk, and he has this cocky aura.
And he’s looking right at Sieun.
Seongje’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and he doesn’t even bother hiding the once-over he gives him. Sieun straightens his back immediately, subtly fixing the way his jacket sits. He swears his ears are heating up. Get it together. He clears his throat and pretends to check his drink.
“You should sit beside Sieun,” Baku says casually and the others fall back into their conversations.
Seongje walks over with no hesitation and sinks down beside him, close enough that Sieun catches the scent of smoke and cologne. It’s heady and masculine. He’s not even sure he likes it but it makes his skin tingle.
The guy leans in a little to make Sieun glance sideways. “You a newbie here?” he asks smoothly.
Sieun scrunches his nose. “No.”
Seongje chuckles and grabs a drink from the table. “What’s your name?”
Sieun glances at him. “I think you already know.”
“I do.” He smirks and takes a slow sip. “Just wanted to hear it from you.”
Sieun hesitates then mutters, “Sieun.”
“Sieun,” Seongje repeats like he’s trying it on. “Has anyone told you you’re pretty?”
Sieun scoffs under his breath. “A lot of people do.”
“Figures.” Another sip. “Wanna dance with me?”
Sieun pauses. Okay, bold. But he’s also been needing this. Some attention. He raises an eyebrow, leans back a bit just to watch Seongje’s expression. He’s definitely not shy. If anything, the way he spreads his legs a little on the seat like he owns the space is doing something to Sieun’s brain. It honestly reminds him of someone that is not here.
He shrugs. “Sure.” he says, setting down his drink.
He doesn’t look back when he follows Seongje to the dance floor.
Seongje is too smooth and obviously an expert but still manages to make it feel like Sieun’s the only one he wants right now.
His hand stays firm and steady on Sieun’s lower back with his palm spreading over the small curve. The way he guided Sieun through the dancing crowd made Sieun's heart skip a little. Not just because of the touch but because he didn’t let anyone brush up against him. Seongje walked like he was shielding him. He was claiming space around him.
By the time they find a spot, the beat is already in full pulse, thumping into Sieun’s chest and through the soles of his feet. He starts slow, letting the rhythm tug at his limbs. He’s graceful in his own right but he can’t help but feel self-aware next to this guy who moves confidently.
Seongje leans down again brushing against Sieun’s ear. “Don’t be shy. Just feel it.”
Damn. His voice is a little raspy.
Sieun breathes out through his nose and rolls his shoulders, letting go just a bit more. The music swells. His hips start to follow it and his body warms up, alcohol fuzzing the edges of his vision in a good way. He’s not drunk but tipsy enough to feel reckless.
Then Seongje’s hands are on him again—guiding him. His large palm skims up to his waist, curling fingers there. The other hand finds Sieun’s wrist and pulls his arm up and around his neck.
Now they’re close. Pressed together in the crowd. The heat off their bodies building with each beat of the song.
“You’re really getting straight to it,” Sieun says and tries not to let it show how flustered he’s getting. He laughs a little, the lights washing over his flushed face.
Seongje grins with his eyes fixed on him and sizing him up.
“I know what I want.”
His hand squeezes Sieun’s waist.
Sieun’s body twitches instinctively at the grip, his stomach fluttering hard. He doesn’t even mean to step closer but he does. The space between them is nonexistent already. He’s pressed against Seongje’s chest and he can feel the other man’s breath when he leans in again.
The tension snaps so quickly Sieun doesn’t even notice his own legs getting shaky until they already are.
Everything hits a little too fast. He feels flushed and lightheaded and the alcohol is climbing straight to his skull. It’s always like this when he drinks and then starts moving around, the motion just pulls it deeper into his bloodstream. It’s hard to breathe now. His heart is racing, chest rising too fast. The press of Seongje’s hand on his waist suddenly feels too hot.
“I think—” Sieun leans in close, trying to catch his own words over the bass. “Need to go back.”
Seongje doesn’t ask questions, just nods and starts guiding him back through the crowd, hand staying firm and protective on his waist like before. But now it’s too much. The grip feels exposed especially with the dizziness clinging to his head.
And then, back at their booth, Sieun halts. His eyes widened.
Suho is here.
It was like he’s been there for a while now and saw everything that just happened. He’s leaned back, one arm slung over the backrest and his other hand holding a drink. His eyes drop lower, catching on where Seongje’s hand still holds Sieun’s waist.
The look on Suho’s face is murderous. His stare cuts straight through Seongje like a fucking knife.
Then—he looks at Sieun. And for a split second, there’s a glimpse of softness. But it’s gone just as fast as it passed.
“Baby,” Suho says.
Sieun’s stomach drops. He’s in goddamn trouble.
And then Suho pats his thigh. “Come here.”
Oh fuck.
The booth goes dead silent. Even over the music pounding in the background, Sieun hears the way Juntae gasps out loud.
Seongje freezes beside him.
“Do you know him?” Seongje asks.
Sieun doesn’t answer. He can’t. His mouth opens but nothing comes out.
Suho’s gaze never wavered. “His boyfriend,” he answers simply.
What?
Seongje lets out a low scoff and finally drops his hand from Sieun’s waist.
“Didn’t know some boyfriends let their pretty things wander off like that,” he says sharply. His smirk is condescending and then he just shakes his head and walks away to slip back into the crowd.
“Sieun,” Suho repeats. His hand pats his thigh again. “Come.”
The next thing he knows, he’s been summoned by something more profound than critical fucking thinking. He doesn’t even think about it, his body just obeys. He slides into Suho’s lap, his knees pressing into the seat with his arms slowly finding Suho’s shoulders. The man's warmth immediately surrounds him.
Their friends gape for a whole ten seconds and then one by one they silently excuse themselves and turns to the dance floor, clearly deciding to leave the two alone.
Sieun can’t think straight. His pulse is still high. His head is spinning. But Suho wraps an arm around his waist without hesitation, pulling him flush to his chest.
“Did you have fun?” Suho asks against his ear.
Sieun doesn’t answer. He just nuzzles into Suho’s neck as an apology.
“Wanna go home?”
Sieun nods. “Mhm.”
The crowd is even thicker on their way out. Bodies humping onto each other and couples practically eating each other’s faces. Suho keeps an arm around Sieun’s waist the whole walk so he doesn’t stumble and Sieun keeps his eyes down so the strobes don’t blind him.
Inside Suho’s car, Sieun just shuts his eyes and lets Suho handle everything: buckling his seatbelt, tipping a bottle of water to his lips, making sure he drinks. When the cap clicks shut, Suho’s other hand settles squarely on Sieun’s bare thigh.
Sieun squeezes his eyes tighter and swallows a shaky breath.
Suho doesn’t move that hand for the entire drive. He pets, squeezes, drags his thumb up and down at every inch of exposed skin—shorts be damned. Each slow pass makes Sieun’s muscles twitch. He wants to squirm but Suho’s palm is holding him in place.
He’s in trouble. He can feel it.
Why the hell did Suho call him boyfriend back there? They’ve never talked about that. Ever.
Sure, Sieun likes the idea. Loves it even. But he hates feeling like he’s being played. A part of him is two seconds from throwing himself out the window just to cool off.
He should say something.
“Why did you say that?”
“Don’t mess with me.”
“If you don’t mean it, don’t pretend.”
But he can’t. Because there’s a stupid side of him that wants to believe it. That wants it to be true. That wants to crawl into Suho’s lap and kiss him breathless and be his for real. Not just a late-night craving or some sort of one-time fucking.
He tries not to look too obviously affected by how Suho’s fingers are grazing the inside of his thigh. His voice is small when he finally speaks.
“Why did you say that?” he whispers.
He waits for an answer.
“I didn’t like the way he was touching you,” Suho finally says.
“That doesn’t answer my question,”
Suho exhales. “Because it’s true.”
Sieun’s eyes snap open.
“What?”
Suho looks at him briefly. “It’s true,” he says again. “Even if we haven’t said it out loud. You’re mine.”
Sieun stares and his pulse going insane. What the fuck. What the fuck.
“You know it yourself,” Suho adds. “I take care of you. You call me when you’re lonely. You let me touch you, kiss you, taste you. Who else do you do that with?”
No one. That’s the answer. No one else.
“I’m not a fucking toy, Suho,” he says quietly.
“I know,” Suho replies. “You’re not. You’re mine. That’s different.”
Sieun breathes shakily. He’s giving up. Whatever. He’s just gonna shut up and let Suho take him wherever he wants.
His cheeks are burning like spoiled fucking peaches. He feels giddy and he wants to smile but he doesn’t want to do that when Suho is near. Suho would definitely talk about that more—what their real score is. Being Suho’s boyfriend sounds good and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested.
Sieun wants to be clear-headed for this. But he also wants to kiss Suho so fucking bad. He’s burning for it. He wants to go home with him, sit on his lap again, fall apart in his hands. Because Sieun is his.
As expected, they go back to Suho’s apartment. His place is bigger. His bed is too. Suho opens the door and lets him in like always and Sieun goes straight to the bed and flops down. He sighs, curling in on himself.
“I’ll set out something comfy. Go shower and get some rest—you need it.”
Sieun just rolls his eyes. No, what he needs is something else entirely. But he’s too wiped to argue, so he only hums in reply. Suho drops a folded change of clothes on the bed then slips out of the room.
Fine. Shower first, talk later.
The hot water does help clear his head; by the time he’s finished, the world has quit spinning. He throws on the clothes Suho left, definitely Suho-sized, hanging loose on his frame. He rakes a hand through damp hair and pads back toward the bedroom.
Before settling in, he pokes his head into the living room. Suho is hunched over his laptop, fingers flying and eyes glued to the screen. Whatever he’s working on looks intense, he doesn’t even notice Sieun standing there.
Guess tonight’s heart-to-heart isn’t happening.
With a small pout, Sieun flops onto the bed.
He’s out cold in less than ten minutes.
He wakes up with his throat aching. He needs fucking water. Shit.
Sieun reaches for his phone on the nightstand and immediately notices that Suho is not beside him. What time is it? Why isn’t Suho on the bed yet?
The phone lights up and shows 1 a.m.
The boy groans to himself and against all his will, he stands up to get himself some water. His legs are wobbly as he walks to the kitchen, and once again, Suho doesn’t notice him moving around the place.
This is bullshit.
He chugs water straight from the bottle, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His head’s clear now, and one thing’s certain. He needs Suho to fucking look at him.
He walks to the man with a frown and closes his laptop.
He climbs onto his throne (Suho’s lap, by the way) and glares at him. Suho just blinks in confusion.
“We need to talk,” Sieun announces.
“About?” Suho’s hands settle on his thighs on both sides, caressing them.
“About what you said.”
“That you’re mine?” Suho tilts his head.
Sieun clears his throat and tries not to look too flushed. “Yes.”
“Do you disagree?” Suho asks with a smug look.
The boy bites his lip. His pride won’t let him speak, he just wants Suho to do all the work or something.
Suho raises his right hand and thumbs at the boy’s lower lip to stop him from biting too hard.
“You’ll hurt yourself, babe.”
Sieun lets out a short breath in disbelief. Why does this motherfucker always catch him off guard?
Suho eventually notices the boy’s dilemma and gives him grace. He does the one move he knows always calms Sieun down, running his fingers gently through his hair. The results are immediate. Sieun visibly relaxes.
“Baby, ask me anything. I’ll answer it all,” Suho encourages.
Sieun looks up at him, trying his best to form the right words.
“You said we’re boyfriends,” he says.
“Mhm. I did.”
“Is that true?”
“Do you want it to be true?”
Sieun clicks his tongue and frowns even more. “You said you’d answer anything.”
Suho chuckles. “Sorry, baby. Yeah. I do want it to be true if that’s something you want too. I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for. We can forget I said it if that makes you feel safer. I’m all yours—whatever you want.”
Sieun’s ears go red. Holy shit. This feels like they’re two awkward teenagers confessing after school or inside an empty classroom. It’s cheesy. But also kind of warm in his chest.
Sieun likes it.
“I—” he starts. “I think I want to.”
“You think so?” Suho tilts his head and smiles.
Sieun nods.
“Can I kiss you then?”
The boy looks at him in the eye with his pretty, glassy eyes and hums in agreement.
With that, Suho kisses him gently. Cupping his face and thumbing his cheekbones. This kiss feels a lot more real than what they did the first time. It’s more raw and open. Sieun lets himself completely melt, literally going limp and opening his mouth the way Suho wants. He’s already letting out small noises because goddamn, this is what he wanted the whole time. Why did he even have to go to the club?
It’s right in front of him. The very object of his desires and horny thoughts.
Suho’s kisses climb down to his neck and Sieun willingly tilts it to give him more space to nip on. The man’s hand grips the neckline of his shirt and yanks it down to his shoulders to suck hard on the bottom of his neck.
Sieun whines as he feels the teeth sink in, Suho obviously marking him up. He licks it after it forms an obvious bruise that would probably last for a week. He continues kissing along his exposed collarbone and shoulder, then to the other side of his neck. This time, he marks higher, sucking hard. And then on the other side. And again.
“All mine,” Suho whispers and licks over the bruises he made.
Sieun would have to wear turtlenecks. Absolutely.
Warmth coils low in his stomach; his cunt already twitching for more. It’s 1 a.m., the room’s chilly, and his boyfriend keeps branding him up. If Suho doesn’t step up, Sieun swears he’ll cry from sheer need.
He fists Suho’s shirt. “We need to— I want more.”
Suho just smirks against his throat, gives the bruise one last slow lick, then lifts his gaze.
“Can I eat you out?” Straight-up to business.
Sieun can’t trust his own voice so he just nods, cheeks hot. Pussy clenching hard at the promise in Suho’s tone. In one swift motion Suho hauls him up and lays him flat on the table. Shirts go flying—Sieun’s first, then Suho’s. Suho does a rough rake of fingers through his dark hair, like the man’s psyching himself up to dive deep.
Sieun’s eyes roam greedily; broad shoulders, carved abs, the thick length already swelling in Suho’s sweats. He needs every inch of him, right now.
Suho starts slow. Soft kisses splashed across Sieun’s chest then a sharp nip to one nipple. His tongue circles, sucks, then bites.
A broken whimper tears from Sieun’s throat. His back arches and thighs fall open wider to grind for any hint of friction. Suho’s free hand slides down, palms the inside of a trembling thigh, holding him in place but giving nothing yet.
“Look at me,” Suho murmurs against his skin. The rasp in his voice sends a shock straight to Sieun’s core.
Sieun forces his eyes open. Suho’s pupils are blown, raw want etched on his face but he’s still taking his time, hot breath ghosting lower… lower… until it fans right over slick heat, making Sieun jerk.
“Suho— please.”
That cracks whatever restraint is left. Suho hooks two fingers under the waistband of Sieun’s shorts, drags them down with lips never leaving skin. The cool air hits his wetness and Sieun whines, hips chasing Suho’s mouth.
“Pretty,” Suho mutters and finally—his tongue presses in. Flat-tongued lick from slit to clit. Sieun’s whole body shudders.
He can’t decide whether to grab the edge of the table or tangle in Suho’s hair, so he does both which makes his knuckles white. Every lazy flick of Suho’s tongue turns hungrier. Just building pressure until Sieun’s thighs are trembling.
“So good, fuck,” Suho mutters as he kneels between Sieun’s legs. He dips his head and licks a slow stripe under Sieun’s cunt, tongue heavy with spit. Sieun lets out a quiet sound, hips twitching and trying not to beg too soon.
Suho presses a soft, filthy kiss to his clit then just stays there, breathing against him, watching the way Sieun’s body reacts. Suho laps at him again slower, his tongue dragging wet and warm across Sieun’s folds. He shifts, sucks gently on his clit, then licks lower, tasting the slick leaking out of him.
The sound Suho makes is obscene like Sieun tastes too good to handle. Sieun groans, tightening his grip on Suho’s hair, grinding up against his face. He can’t help it. It’s too much. Suho hums against him in approval, and the vibration alone makes Sieun shake.
Then, the man grabs the back of Sieun’s thighs and hikes them up, folding Sieun’s knees closer to his chest. He spreads him wide to bare everything, to expose every slick corner of him. Sieun’s face burns. The position’s filthy, way too open and it makes him feel like Suho can see everything. Taste everything. His whole body pulses.
Suho wastes no time. His tongue flattening out and dragging slow and deep from his hole to his clit, licking into every fold, every corner, every part of Sieun to own him up. Because this is all his. Only for him to taste.
Then, without warning, he spears his tongue inside, pushing deep, fucking him with slow and warm thrusts.
Sieun’s breath catches on a ragged cry. His cunt clenches around Suho’s tongue, pleasure hitting white-hot as the wet muscle presses and stroking his walls. He can’t think, can only grind down, chasing it.
“F-fuck— nnh, please—”
Suho thrusts his tongue deeper then seals his lips around Sieun’s clit and sucks hard while still pushing in, tongue and mouth working together. Sieun’s thighs tremble. He’s right there—
Everything snaps.
He comes with a sob and his whole body jerking as he clamps around Suho’s tongue. Slick spilling messily onto Suho’s mouth and chin. His eyes roll back matching the way his back arches. His thighs shaking so hard he almost snapped it harshly on the man’s head. Suho keeps his tongue buried until the aftershocks have Sieun twitching, then finally pulls back.
But he doesn’t move far.
Instead, he lowers his head again and this time pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Sieun’s thigh. Then he opens his mouth and sinks his teeth in, sucking until the bruise blooms dark against pale skin.
Sieun shudders. “Suho—”
Suho just hums against his thigh and bites again on the other side. Then again. Alternating sides, leaving pretty red marks and purple bites in a messy trail, painting Sieun up like he’s Suho’s personal artwork.
“Shit,” Sieun whimpers.
“You’re coming down,” Suho murmurs. “It’s fine. I’m just keeping you open.”
He kisses the space between bruises with tongue running over them and soothing what he just hurt. Then his hand slides up between Sieun’s legs again, fingers gliding through the mess he made.
He sinks one finger inside.
Sieun’s eyes fly open, lips parting in a breathy gasp. His whole body twitches from the sensitivity and tries to jerk away.
Suho smirks. “There you are.”
The stretch is maddening right after coming so hard. His walls flutter helplessly around Suho’s finger and Suho presses in deeper.
Sieun moans, eyes rolling, thighs instinctively trying to close—
Slap.
Suho smacks his swollen cunt.
“Oh my fu—”
“Keep them open,” he commands. “You can take it. Be good.”
Sieun’s thighs shake but he obeys. His pussy twitching from the sudden electric feeling with what Suho just did.
The man slowly pushes in a second finger to stretch him wider. Sieun keens, back arching. It’s unbearable but it feels so fucking good he can’t stop grinding down into it. Suho keeps stroking inside him, rubbing that spot over and over until his leg spasms.
“So sensitive, baby,” Suho whispers as he thumbs over a new bruise on Sieun’s thigh. “Look at you. You’re melting.”
Sieun is. His body’s already building toward another orgasm. Suho hasn’t even fucked him yet.
He’s going insane and loving every second of it.
Sieun can barely breathe and Suho’s not slowing down. Two fingers keep stroking deep until Sieun’s hips are stuttering, trying to run from the pleasure but also chasing it.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” he whispers.
And then he presses in a third finger.
Sieun chokes on a gasp and mouth falling slack. His pussy clamps down hard, and his entire body jolts.
“Suho—” he cries.
Suho curls all three fingers deep inside and starts working them slowly. Twisting and pressing until he finds that exact spot that makes Sieun’s head spin. His free hand holds one trembling thigh open and when Sieun tries to squirm, to close his legs again—
Slap. Another sharp smack to his cunt.
“You’re gonna take it,” Suho growls. Not hiding how hard he’s breathing. “You look so fucking good like this—so full.”
He angles his wrist and curls his fingers.
Sieun breaks.
A sob rips from his throat as his orgasm hits hard and fast. His thighs clamp around Suho’s wrist, his whole body trembling and soaked, pussy pulsing desperately around the fingers still inside.
“Fuck—fuck, It’s so much—” he moans high and messy.
Suho doesn't stop. He fucks him through it, lips parted as he watches Sieun unravel completely.
“Yeah,” Suho licks his lips. “That’s it. Just like that.”
Sieun is twitching, skin flushed and sticky with sweat. This man just ate him out on the fucking dining table and stretched him out with his thick fingers. His thighs are marked up and shaking when Suho finally eases out. The emptiness makes him whimper even though his whole body feels like it’s still buzzing from the aftershocks.
“Easy,” Suho murmurs as he leans down to kiss his shoulder, his hand smoothing down Sieun’s thigh. “You’re a pretty mess.”
He scoops him up in one move, arms under the knees and back, and carries him to the bed. His hands are gentle even though he literally just slapped Sieun’s pussy ten seconds ago. Sieun’s too dazed to say anything but the second Suho lays him down on the sheets, he notices.
Suho’s hard.
Thick. Dick pressing up against the fabric all neglected while he focused entirely on wrecking Sieun. And now Sieun can’t look away.
His body’s aching, overstimmed, wet, used, but the moment he sees Suho standing there over him, shirtless and sweaty, dick straining against his waistband—
He wants more.
Suho notices. His gaze drops to Sieun’s legs and on his puffy cunt, still spread open, twitching slightly from the sensitivity. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he reaches for a towel on the bedside like he’s really about to just clean him up and let it end there.
Sieun’s hand shoots out and grabs his wrist.
Suho looks down at him. His eyes flick to Sieun’s mouth, his throat, his bare chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. Then, Sieun’s gaze drops again. To the chubbed up bulge between Suho’s legs. His throat bobs. His voice is wrecked when he finally speaks.
“You’re hard.”
Suho’s lip twitches. He leans down, bracing one arm on the mattress beside Sieun’s head. His body radiates heat. “And you just came twice.”
Sieun doesn’t look away. “So?”
Suho breathes out slowly through his nose. His hand slips down, brushes over Sieun’s thigh and slightly grazing where he's still slick and open.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m not telling you to be gentle.”
Suho laughs with a sharp exhale against Sieun’s skin. “You want my cock even now?”
Sieun nods once.
Suho curses softly and leans down to kiss him. This boy is going to be the death of him. The man looks down, dragging his thumb between Sieun’s legs and sliding through the slick still dripping out of him. He pulls his hand back, fingers shiny with cum and spit and presses them into Sieun’s mouth.
“Open.”
Sieun obeys, dizzy, tongue curling around Suho’s fingers. He sucks slow, lashes fluttering, eyes pinned on Suho the whole time. The man growls and yanks his hand back before he loses it.
“No fucking point in lube when you’re this wet.”
He pulls his sweats down, cock springing out heavy and hard already wet at the tip. Sieun stares and spreads his legs without needing to be told. Cunt twitching like it’s begging to be filled. Suho’s dick is so fucking big he’s both worried and salivating.
Suho strokes himself slow, heavy in his hand, eyes locked on Sieun’s soaked and trembling cunt. His brows furrow like he’s trying to rein himself in. He leans forward, kisses Sieun’s forehead, then mutters, “I need to get a condom—”
“No,” Sieun says quickly. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean.”
Suho pauses. “I’m clean too,” he says after a second. “Still—”
Sieun reaches up, cups the back of Suho’s neck with fingers sliding through his hair. He looks him dead in the eye, lips swollen, flushed and ruined already.
“Hyung, please.”
That breaks something in him.
Suho exhales sharply, almost like a growl. He drops the condom idea immediately—grabs Sieun’s thighs and pushes them open wider, tossing his sweats off in one motion.
“Fucking hell, Sieun,” he mutters and dragging his cockhead through the slick mess between his legs. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
Suho lines up but doesn’t push in.
Instead, he drags the head of it up and down, gliding through Sieun’s soaked folds. From his entrance to his clit, down again, then back up. Just coating his cock with everything Sieun's already dripping. He does it again with pressure heavy enough to make Sieun twitch.
Sieun lets out a cracked moan. “I—please.”
He watches the way Sieun’s cunt flutters open around nothing, how his eyes roll back the second Suho drags over his clit again.
“You’re shaking so much, baby,” Suho murmurs.
Sieun gasps, trying to grind up, chasing the friction.
Suho pins his hips down with one hand, still rubbing the head of his cock in slow strokes. Circling and dragging through his folds. He’s watching Sieun unravel for nothing.
He thought he knew what to expect.
Sieun’s seen porn. He knows his own body. He’s fingered himself before to know how it feels when he opens up, how slick he gets when he’s really turned on.
This is nothing like that.
Suho’s on top of him. The head of Suho’s cock is pressed right against his pussy now and it already feels like his whole body is holding its breath.
He’s wet. So wet. He knows that. He can feel how slick and messy he’s gotten and the sheets under his ass embarrassingly damp. Sieun knows it’s going to be big but his brain still isn’t ready for how full he’s about to feel.
“Still okay?” Suho clarifies and Sieun nods, wide eyes locked on the ceiling.
His voice doesn’t want to work. But he gets out a breathless assurance. “Yeah. I want it.”
God. He wants it so bad.
When Suho pushes in slightly, Sieun already forgets how to breathe.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
That’s his cock. That’s really his—inside me—
It stretches more than fingers ever could. It’s not pain. Just pressure. Hot pressure that builds and builds until his whole lower body feels full and open and overwhelmed. Suho’s watching him close. Hand rubbing circles into Sieun’s thigh while the other braced beside his head as he eases in another inch.
Sieun can’t speak. His mouth is open but no sound is coming out.
He doesn’t know how to describe it. It’s like being split open and melted at the same time. Like something inside him is being pulled with pleasure, his body has never been used like this and loves it. Suho just kept pushing in while mumbling praises to make Sieun relax more. It does work a whole lot and Sieun didn’t notice how far Suho has gotten already because he’s so fucking wet.
And then— Suho bottoms out.
All the way.
Balls pressed to Sieun’s ass, cock buried deep in his pussy and heat radiating through every inch of his insides like a fuse just got lit.
And that’s all it takes.
Sieun comes.
So suddenly. No other signs and just a sudden shock all over his body.
His pussy clamps down so tight it pulls a gasp out of Suho, his whole body seizing up as a soft orgasm detonates through him. Suho didn’t even fucking move yet.
His toes curl with fingers gripping the sheets. His vision whites out, or blacks out, he’s not sure anymore. There’s a wet, messy squelch as his cunt clenches around Suho’s cock and he feels the aftershocks electrify through his belly.
He’s never felt anything like this. Never knew he could feel anything like this.
He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until Suho kisses his temple and whispers, “Sieun—? Baby, did you just come?”
Sieun tries to nod. “I— I didn’t mean to— I just— I couldn’t stop it—”
“You don’t have to explain,” Suho says. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Sieun’s face burns. His legs are still shaking. Suho hadn’t even moved. That was the part that broke Sieun’s mind the most.
He hadn’t even fucked him yet. He was just inside. Just fully, completely inside, and it felt so big and hot and deep and right that Sieun came like a lightning bolt cracked him open.
His body trembles beneath Suho’s weight. His pussy’s pulsing around Suho’s cock. His back arches, spine lifting off the bed as the orgasm comes after him.
Suho hasn’t moved. He’s just hovering above him as his chest rises and falls in uneven gasps, eyes locked on Sieun because he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
Suho breathes, “Fuck, you really came.”
Sieun nods weakly. “Still— still c-coming—”
He is. His pussy’s fluttering uncontrollably and muscles tightening again and again around Suho’s cock like he’s never going to stop. The way Suho fits inside him so perfectly.
“Holy fuck,” Suho’s voice gone completely wrecked. “You’re still squeezing me. Baby—fuck—your pussy’s milking my cock.”
Sieun whimpers and hides his face in his hands. He can’t believe Suho’s still talking like that when he feels like his soul’s leaving his body. But it makes his cunt clench even harder.
“Oh, you like that?” Suho breathes. “You like hearing me talk about this perfect fucking pussy?”
Sieun moans again.
“So good for me, baby. You’re so good. Taking me so deep. Making such a mess.”
Suho shifts his hips just the tiniest bit. Not pulling out and just letting his cock throb inside that soaking heat and it drags against Sieun’s walls.
“I can feel it,” Suho whispers. “Every time you clench around me, it’s like you don't wanna let go.”
Sieun’s fingers claw at his shoulders. “I—can’t help it—Suho, it’s—too much, it’s—”
“Shhh. I know, baby. I know.”
He waits. Lets Sieun shake it out, lets the aftershocks slow down, lets his breathing come back. He kisses him softly and he keeps whispering things like “So proud of you” and “Didn’t know it could feel this good, huh?” while his cock stays sheathed deep inside.
And when Sieun finally nods and whispers, “You can move now…”—Suho does.
Just once. A slow drag and pull out to the tip, until Sieun can feel every inch of slick stretch slide out of him—
And then back in.
Schlick.
The sound is filthy. Sieun gasps, eyes wide as his pussy clenches all over again, slick squelching around Suho’s cock as he bottoms out in one smooth stroke.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
Suho starts thrusting slowly and the noise is nonstop. His cock glides through arousal like it’s drowning in it and every movement pushes slick out around the base, dripping down Sieun’s ass, making the sheets wetter with every roll of Suho’s hips.
Sieun feels his brain splinter.
“You hear that?” Suho grits out while fucking into him. “That’s you, baby. That’s what you do to me.”
Every stroke sounds obscene. It’s fucking gushing, a mess of spit and slick and leftover orgasm that makes it sound like Suho’s fucking into a soaked peach, like it’s a sex scene from a porno turned up too on a high volume.
Sieun loves it.
He loves it.
Every drag of Suho’s cock against his walls makes him whimper and makes him feel like he’s being kissed from the inside out.
He’s not even sure if he’s breathing.
Sieun’s mouth is open, gasping little exhales that aren’t even words anymore. His eyes are fluttering and almost rolled back. He can see Suho above him and an expression tight with control but everything is starting to blur.
His brain is… gone.
He’s not thinking about how he looks, or what noises he’s making, or what he should be doing. He’s not doing anything, really. He’s just… being.
Being fucked. Being taken care of.
Being filled.
Letting go.
Suho’s cock is still fucking him open with every stroke and all he can do is lie there and become pliant to take it. Suho leans down and kisses his temple, his cheek, the side of his jaw. His voice is so gentle even though his thrusts are getting rougher.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So good for me. Letting me in like this.”
Sieun moans softly, a breath caught on the edge of another orgasm just from the sound of Suho’s voice.
“You feel what your pussy’s doing?” Suho whispers. “It’s sucking me in, princess.”
Sieun whimpers, and a tear slips down his cheek. Suho shifts, grabs the backs of his thighs and starts pushing them up.
At first, Sieun doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s too gone to process. But Suho hooks his arms around his thighs and folds him in half, presses his knees up by his chest, spreading him wide and open and completely vulnerable.
Suho fucks back in.
All the way.
“Hah—!” Sieun cries out, head snapping back against the pillow. It hits somewhere new. Somewhere dangerous. Like Suho’s cock just punched straight into his stomach.
The noise that comes out of him isn’t even a moan. It’s a sob.
Suho freezes instantly. “Baby—?”
But Sieun grabs for him because no, don’t stop, please don’t stop, even if he can’t say it.
His mouth is still open and tears running now because it’s just too good. The angle. The pressure. The stretch. His pussy is soaked, squelching louder than ever with every slow thrust, the sound of it echoing in the room.
Suho doesn’t ask again. He just presses closer and drives back in. Every thrust is harder already. Suho’s breathing roughly and his forehead pressed to Sieun’s shoulder.
“Fuck—this pussy’s perfect,” he groans. “You hear that? Hear how wet you are for me?”
Sieun can’t even nod. He’s crying now. From being so full. From feeling like his body is owned by this. He’s being folded in half and fucked open and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his entire life.
“Hyung—fuck, I’m gonna—” Sieun gasps.
Suho shoves in deeper, rolls his hips just right, thumb finding his clit and rubbing tight circles. “My princess,”
Sieun shatters.
His back arches. Mouth falling open in a scream that never fully leaves his throat. His cunt clenches hard, milking him through his orgasm. Slick gushes out of him, squirting, dripping onto the sheets, his entire body twitching uncontrollably as he sobs through it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Suho snarls.
He buries himself deep one last time and comes with a growl, cock twitching inside, spilling everything raw into Sieun’s still-clenching heat. His whole body shudders with one arm locking tight around Sieun’s waist like he needs to hold him down while he empties himself.
They stay like that. Pressed together.
Suho’s forehead drops to Sieun’s collarbone, both of them wet with sweat, legs tangled, breathing like they’ve run ten miles. His cock is still twitching inside.
When Suho finally pulls out, it’s another overwhelming feeling but just as intense. His cum leaks out of Sieun slowly and it makes Sieun’s body clench around the emptiness. Makes him feel owned. There’s something fucked-up about it.
Suho stares for a moment, watching the slow drip of his cum from between Sieun’s thighs like he can’t believe it either. His thumb brushes over the mess.
“Suho,” Sieun whispers.
He wants to say something, about how he feels but the words won’t come out right. He just looks up at him.
Suho’s pupils are blown wide. He looks like everything Sieun’s ever wanted.
They lie there a while and breaths slowly syncing. But Suho doesn’t let him drift off just yet.
He adjusts carefully, pressing a kiss to Sieun’s temple. “Be right back, baby,” he whispers.
Sieun hums. Suho moves around the room quietly, pulls on his sweats, grabs a clean towel to gently pat between Sieun’s legs one more time. He heads to the kitchen and comes back with a cold bottle of water and a warm one, not sure which Sieun would want.
He sits back on the edge of the bed and brushes hair from Sieun’s forehead. “Hey, sweetheart. Wake up for a second.”
Sieun blinks blearily. “Mm?”
“Water.” Suho opens the bottle and presses it to his lips. “Just a little.”
Sieun drinks obediently with hands shakily lifting to hold the bottle. When he’s had enough, Suho sets it down and pulls the blankets up over them both and tucking him in.
Sieun’s out before Suho even lies back down. Suho watches him. The bruises along his neck and thighs that are already beginning to darken. He runs his fingers through Sieun’s damp hair and leans down to kiss his cheek.
“You’re perfect,” Suho whispers. “I’m yours.”
He kisses the corner of Sieun’s mouth.
“Mine.”
One more kiss. He presses their foreheads together then says it, meant only for the night to keep.
“I love you.”
Sieun, already gone, smiles in his sleep.