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Sohee lay on his stomach, his nose barely an inch away from the glossy pages of a cookbook. He traced the outline of a perfectly piped rosette of whipped cream with his finger, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fascination and hunger. Anton, his boyfriend (though not publicly yet) was lounged on the bed across from him, scrolling through his phone with a lazy thumb.
"Hey, babe," Sohee spoke up, his voice low enough to not carry through the paper-thin walls of their dorm room. The TV in the common area blared with laughter from a sitcom their hyungs were watching, serving as a surprisingly effective sound barrier. "What do you think about whipped cream?"
Anton glanced up from his phone, a quizzical look on his face. "Like, on dessert?" He asked, unsure of where this random question was heading.
Sohee nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah, but..." He paused, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. "What about...other places?" He let his hand drop from the cookbook and hover over Anton's leg, his eyes darting up to gauge his reaction.
Anton's gaze followed Sohee's hand, then met his eyes. A smirk played at the corner of his mouth as he sat up, setting his phone aside. "What other places did you have in mind?" He leaned back against the headboard, legs spreading slightly.
Sohee's eyes drifted down to the prominent bulge in Anton's sweatpants, his mouth watering at the thought. He licked his lips, heart racing. "I was thinking..." He trailed off, reaching out to lightly graze the fabric over the bulge with his fingertips. "Maybe...your dick?" He cheekily says with a grin.
Anton's smirk grew into a full-blown smile as he watched Sohee's hand. "You want to suck whipped cream off my dick?" He raised an eyebrow, the question more of an amused challenge than a question.
Sohee's cheeks burned brighter, but he nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I do. It'll be fun, right?" He bit his lower lip, his eyes shimmering with excitement.
Anton chuckled. He reached down and began to unbuckle his pants, his smile never leaving his face. "If you're sure, I'm down." His sweatpants fell to his ankles, revealing his boxers, which were already tenting obscenely.
Sohee's eyes went wide. He took a deep breath and nodded, his voice a bit shaky. "I'll be right back." He jumped off the bed, his heart racing, and dashed out of the room, heading to the kitchen.
In the hallway, he collided with Wonbin, who was coming back from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets still clung to his skin, and his hair was a mess of wet strands. "What's the rush?" Wonbin asked, an eyebrow arched in curiosity as he took in Sohee's flustered state.
"Oh, I just..." Sohee stuttered, his hand tightening around the cookbook. "I forgot to grab something for dessert." He held up the book as if it were evidence of his innocent intentions.
Wonbin's eyebrow remained raised, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Dessert, huh?" He leaned closer, water droplets from his hair splattering against Sohee's cheek. "Looks like you're cooking up something special in there," he teased, nodding towards the bedroom.
Sohee felt his face go up in flames. "It's just...whipped cream," he mumbled, trying to sound casual. He could feel Wonbin's gaze on him, assessing his reaction.
Wonbin chuckled, a glint in his eye. "If you say so," he said, his smirk deepening. "But if you need any help, you know where to find me." He winked before continuing down the hall, leaving Sohee to scurry into the kitchen.
Sohee's hand trembled slightly as he pulled out the whipped cream from the fridge, the coldness of the canister meeting his feverish touch. His heart was a drum in his chest, the beat echoing in his ears. This was it. He was going to do it.
Back in the room, he found Anton had removed his boxers, his dick standing proudly erect. The sight made Sohee's mouth water. He approached the bed, the canister feeling surprisingly heavy in his grip. "Ready?" He asked, his voice a sultry whisper.
Anton nodded, his eyes dark with want. He leaned back against the headboard, his legs spread wide, giving Sohee full access. Sohee took a moment to appreciate the view before shaking the whipped cream can vigorously and pointing it at Anton's dick. With a flick of his wrist, he coated it from base to tip in a thick layer of white cream.
Anton's cock looked even bigger, the whipped cream highlighting its veins and the plump head. Sohee felt his pussy clench, his nerves replaced by a growing excitement. He licked his lips and leaned in, his breath hot against the cool dessert topping.
Anton's eyes closed, and his head tipped back as Sohee took the tip of his cock into his mouth, the whipped cream melting on his tongue. He tasted the sweetness of the cream and the saltiness of Anton's skin, the combination making his senses reel. He began to bob his head up and down, licking and sucking the cream off, his cheeks hollowing with each movement. Anton's legs tensed, and his hands gripped the bed sheets, trying to hold in the moans that threatened to give way.
The room was filled with the sound of Sohee's slurps and the occasional squeak from the mattress. He worked his way down, licking the length of Anton's shaft and teasing the sensitive spot under the head with the tip of his tongue. Anton's cock twitched in response, and Sohee felt a thrill at his ability to elicit such reactions from the other boy.
Their eyes met, Sohee's wide and full of doe-like innocence, while Anton's burned with a mix of desire and amusement. Sohee took a moment to appreciate the view before diving back in, eager to taste every inch. His eyes remained locked with Anton's as he took more and more of the thick cock into his mouth, the whipped cream mixing with the salty tang of pre-cum. Anton's hips began to rock slightly, pushing himself deeper into Sohee's eager mouth.
Sohee's cheeks grew hollow from the effort, but he didn't stop. He moaned around the cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through Anton's body. Sohee's mewling sounds grew more urgent as he lost himself in the sensation. Anton's hand found its way to Sohee's head, stroking through his hair gently at first, then with more urgency as Sohee's pace picked up. His abs tightened, his toes curling into the bed sheets as Sohee's tongue danced along his length, swirling around the tip and teasing the slit.
"F—fuck, baby," Anton groaned, his voice a hoarse whisper. He gripped Sohee's hair a little tighter, trying to slow him down. "They're gonna hear," he warned, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. But Sohee was in his own world, the taste of the whipped cream and his boyfriend's cock driving him wild. He didn't care about the noise, the risk, or anything else in that moment except for the pleasure he was giving and receiving.
The sensation of Sohee's mouth on his dick was heavenly, but Anton's mind was also on the delicious mound of Sohee's ass, wiggling enticingly with each bob of his head. He reached down, his hand slipping under Sohee's hips to pull down the waistband of his panties. Sohee gasped around his cock as the cold air hit his exposed skin, but he didn't stop. Anton's finger traced the curve of his ass, teasing the fabric of the panties before sliding them down his thighs.
Sohee's heart pounded as he felt the fabric give way, cool air caressing his cheeks. Anton's hand cupped his ass, squeezing gently. He moaned, the vibrations making Anton's cock throb. Anton took the opportunity to push his panties down further, exposing Sohee's wet, pink pussy.
Anton's eyes went wide at the sight, his cock pulsing in Sohee's mouth. He slid his hand over one cheek, feeling the softness, before letting a finger dip between the plump mounds. Sohee's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as Anton's digit began to circle his pussy. The anticipation was almost too much, his body trembling with need.
"Mmph” Sohee mumbled around the thickness, his voice muffled by the cock filling his mouth. He wiggled his ass slightly, silently begging for more. Anton's eyes darkened, and with one swift move, he pushed his finger inside, earning a loud, muffled whine from Sohee. The sound vibrated along his length, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.
Sohee's eyes watered, not from pain but from the sheer intensity of the sensation. The cool whipped cream mixed with the heat of his mouth and the warm, wet embrace of Anton's finger in his pussy was too much to handle. He had to stop for a moment to catch his breath, his cheeks hollowed as he pulled back slightly. Anton's finger remained lodged inside him, the pressure building, making him squirm.
"You okay?" Anton asked, his voice strained with the effort to hold back his own moans. Sohee nodded, his eyes pleading for more.
With a sudden surge, Sohee pulled off Anton's cock with a pop, the whipped cream sticking to his lips and chin like a mask. He scooted up the bed, straddling Anton's muscular thighs. He buried his face in the crook of Anton's neck, inhaling his scent and feeling the pulse of his boyfriend's life beneath his skin. Anton's hand moved from his cock to Sohee's back, holding him close, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as his breathing grew ragged.
Sohee looked up at Anton, his eyes shining with lust and determination. Anton's smile grew wider, and he nodded, giving the silent permission Sohee sought. Without another word, Sohee reached back and positioned the tip of Anton's cock at his entrance, his body quivering. He took a deep breath and pushed down, his pussy stretching around the thickness of Anton's cock.
Anton's eyes went wide with pleasure, his hands tightening on Sohee's hips. "Fuck," he whispered, his voice strained. "So tight." He watched as Sohee's body took him in inch by inch, the sight alone making him want to explode. Sohee's eyes squeezed shut, his face a mask of pleasure and concentration. He felt a brief moment of pain as he broke through the resistance, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness.
Once fully seated, Sohee began to bounce up and down rapidly, his pussy walls clenching around Anton's cock. The bed protested with a symphony of squeaks and groans, and Anton had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out. His eyes darted to the door, his heart racing. Their hyungs had to be wondering what the hell was going on in here.
Anton's hands tightened on Sohee's hips, trying to slow him down. "B-baby," he managed, his voice strained. "S—Slow down."
But Sohee was beyond listening, lost in the sensation of having Anton's cock fill him up. He whined, leaning forward to claim his boyfriend's mouth in a desperate kiss, his body moving faster and faster. Anton's eyes rolled back, and he let out a muffled groan that was swallowed by Sohee's kiss. Sohee's nails dug into Anton's cheeks as he held his face firmly, keeping his mouth shut, their tongues dancing together.
Anton's hands moved from Sohee's hips to his waist, his thumbs stroking the soft skin as he began to match Sohee's rhythm, lifting his hips to meet each of Sohee's downward thrusts. The room grew hotter, the scent of sex heavy in the air as their bodies collided. The mattress squeaked in protest, the sound mixing with their muffled moans and gasps.
The whipped cream on Anton's cock was now a distant memory, forgotten in the sticky mess of sweat and arousal that covered their bodies. Sohee's pussy was tight around him, the walls fluttering with each stroke, and the way Sohee's eyes rolled back in his head made Anton's balls tighten as his orgasm neared.
Sohee let go of the kiss, their saliva creating a wet bridge between their mouths. His hands slid up Anton's neck, his nails gently scraping the skin. He pulled back slightly, panting, and watched the pleasure play out on Anton's face.
"F—feels so good," Sohee mewled. He wrapped his arms around Anton's neck, his nails digging in slightly as he leaned into him, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide with lust, and his cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink. Anton's cock felt like it was hitting every perfect spot inside him, filling him up and stretching him wide.
Anton nodded, his breathing heavy as he tried to hold back his own moans. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as Sohee's pussy clenched around his dick with every bounce. "Yeah?" He managed to whisper, his voice strained. "You like that?"
Sohee's only response was a nod, his eyes still shut as he threw his head back, lost in the feeling of being filled by his boyfriend. Anton took this as a cue to start moving again, his hips rising to meet Sohee's, his cock sliding in and out with a wet, slapping sound. The headboard of the bed knocked against the wall in a steady rhythm, a muffled echo of of the noises they made.
"Fuck, gonna fill you up so good, baby," Anton whispered into Sohee's ear, his voice strained and desperate. The words sending jolts through his body. He moaned, his pussy tightening around the invading cock. Anton's grip on his hips tightened, his strokes growing more urgent, his movements more forceful. Sohee could feel the tension in Anton's body, the way his abs flexed with every thrust.
The pleasure was building, coiling in the pit of his stomach like a living thing, ready to consume him. Sohee's eyes fluttered open to find Anton watching him. "Don't stop," Sohee begged, his voice barely a whimper. "P—Please, don't stop."
Anton's only response was a grunt as he picked up the pace, his hips pumping into Sohee with a fervor that had them both gasping for air. Sohee leaned back, his hands planted on the bed for leverage, his pussy swollen and wet around Anton's thick cock. He could feel his orgasm approaching, as he chased it with everything he had.
With a final, desperate push, Sohee's eyes rolled back, and he came hard, his body spasming around Anton's dick. He threw his head back and screamed into the pillow, muffling the sound as best he could. Anton's eyes went wide at the feeling, his own climax approaching rapidly.
Sohee's pussy clenched and unclenched around him, the contractions sending waves of pleasure through Anton's body. He felt his own orgasm building, his cock thickening even more inside Sohee's tight, warm depths. He reached up and grabbed the back of Sohee's neck, pulling him down for a deep, desperate kiss, their tongues tangling together.
"Want me to cum inside you, angel?" Anton desperately asked against his mouth, his voice a harsh whisper. Sohee's eyes flew open, the question echoing through the haze of pleasure that clouded his mind. He nodded, eyes wide and needy.
With a deep, guttural moan, Anton gave in. He slammed into Sohee one last time, holding himself deep as he released his load, filling Sohee's tight pussy with hot, sticky cum. Sohee felt his cock pulse inside of him, the feeling of his boyfriend's orgasm sending him over the edge once more. He cried out, his body shuddering with the intensity of it all.
Anton's arms wrapped tightly around Sohee's waist, practically trapping him in place as he came. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he buried his face in the crook of Sohee's neck, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. Sohee's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop from his cock as he spasmed with pleasure.
Their bodies grew still, both of them panting heavily. The room was a cocoon of sticky heat, the only sound the harsh exhale of their breaths. Sohee's chest heaved, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt a sense of satisfaction and awe at what they'd just shared, his pussy still clinging to the thickness of Anton's cock.
Anton's arms tightened around him, holding him close as his breathing began to slow. He kissed Sohee's neck, peppering the sensitive skin with gentle pecks. "That was amazing," he murmured, his voice still thick with arousal.
Sohee nodded, his own breaths coming in short gasps. He leaned into Anton's embrace, his body boneless with satisfaction. The weight of Anton's cum inside him was surprisingly comforting.
They lay there for a moment, bodies entwined, until the sound of laughter from the common room grew too loud to ignore. Sohee's eyes widened in panic. "The hyungs!" He whispered urgently, his voice barely above a breath.
Anton chuckled, his chest vibrating against Sohee's back. He gently pulled out of him, his cum trickling down Sohee's thighs. "Don't worry, they're pretty oblivious." He leaned in, whispering in Sohee's ear, "But maybe we should clean up before someone comes knocking."
Sohee nodded, his cheeks still flushed with pleasure. They both slid off the bed, the mattress protesting with a final squeak. Anton grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, wiping off the last of the whipped cream and cum from his cock with a lazy stroke before pulling his boxers and pants back up. Sohee followed suit, his panties feeling sticky and wet.
They walked out of the room hand in hand, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. The laughter from the living room grew louder as they approached, but no one seemed to have noticed their absence. Sohee let out a sigh of relief, his heart still racing. He couldn't believe he'd just done that—sucked whipped cream off Anton's cock and then ridden him until they both came. It was wild, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once, truly a once in a lifetime experience.
As they re-entered the common area, the hyungs barely glanced up from their show. Sohee's cheeks burned, and he couldn't help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction knowing that their little secret was hidden beneath their innocent facades. Wonbin looked up from his spot on the couch, his eyes flickering over the two of them before returning to the TV.
"Everything okay, you two?" He asked casually, his voice dripping with the same knowing amusement from earlier. Sohee's blush deepened, but Anton just chuckled, squeezing Sohee's hand reassuringly.
"Yeah, just had a...sugar rush," Sohee managed, his voice a tad shaky.
Wonbin's smile grew wider, and he winked. "I bet you did."