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sieun probably made a mistake with this purchase. he probably spent one too many won, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
yesterday, suho had showed up at sieun’s doorstep ready to go to the gym together. his dark sweatpants slung low on his waist, tracing the outline of his bulge, a black compression hugging the expanse of his chest, clinging to every ridge and divot of his torso, his shoulders, his waist.
his hair glistened under the light, damp from his shower. “ready, sieun-ah?” he flashed a lazy smile at sieun, brushing dripping strands of hair away from his face. with all of his blood rushing south sieun didn’t trust his mouth, so he simply nodded.
when sieun got home after their workout, in a horny frenzy, he opened his computer and ordered a six-inch dildo. his clit throbbed in his slick and sweat-soaked boxers. he didn’t spare a second thought before paying extra for next-day shipping.
had he ever used a dildo? no, not even once. but he was thinking with his pussy when he ordered it.
that brings sieun to today, on his bed with two fingers rubbing his clit, all fat and swollen from arousal. slick leaks down his pussy, spreading across his inner thighs and onto the sheets below him.
the only thing on his mind is suho and his stupid tight shirt and sweatpants. curse suho and his heavy breathing between sets, his face that twisted and contorted with effort, and his lips bitten swollen and red. seiun wants to sit on his lap just like this and make a mess of his pants. he wants to get them all messy and smelling like his cunt to mark his territory.
“suho-yah,” he whines, his two other fingers plunging in and out of his cunt, each thrust punctuated with a noisy squelch. he keens as his they curl inside of him, stretching him out for suho’s cock. the thought makes him clench around his fingers, squeezing them tight to keep them deep inside. “oh f-fuck me,” he slips in a third one, so wet that it slides in without resistance.
he keeps a steady pace on his clit, picturing suho’s mouth. he thinks of how sloppy and enthusiastic he’d be as he laps and sucks on his clit. “oh fuck, please,” sieun whines, bucking his hips onto his fingers, chasing the fullness he’d imagine suho’s fingers would give him. suho’s fingers are so much longer.
it isn’t long before his legs start shaking, warmth building in his lower belly as he scissors his fingers inside of him. “suho, h-hyung, please,” sieun whines, so close to cumming on his fingers.
but that’s not what he’s came here to do. he slowly pulls his fingers out with a whine, gasping at the strings of slick that cling to them, how he’s dripping down onto his wrist.
what sieun doesn’t realize is how long he’s been fucking himself dumb for. suho had plans to come over that day; sieun must’ve lost track of time. what sieun also doesn’t realize, is that suho arrived at his house over ten minutes ago.
suho let himself in with his own key only to be immediately greeted with sieun’s muffled whines and pants. practically unable to believe his ears, he tiptoed to sieun’s room, silently cursing at the way his cock twitched. suho’s knees buckled upon finding the door slightly ajar and sieun with his legs parted, body trembling, and hips bucking as he rubbed his clit.
suho had been standing there for longer than he’d like to admit, gaping and biting back whines at the sight of sieun’s pretty pussy, his tan, exposed skin, and his face as his brows pinched and features contorted in pleasure.
when suho sees sieun reach for his dildo, he has to bite down on his fist to stop himself from whimpering. his cock throbs in his sweats, hard and useless.
sieun runs his fingers through his soaked cunt and uses his slick to coat the dildo, getting it wet for him. smiling with a coy bite of his lip, he pictures jerking off suho just like this. he thinks about suho begging to be inside him, promising he’ll be good, babbling about how good sieun’s making him feel.
“fuck,” sieun mutters, his body thrumming with excitement. he positions himself on top of the dildo, knees planted firmly on the mattress. he brings it to his cunt, letting it part his folds, the tip kissing his clit. sieun throws his head back with a whine, rubbing his cunt up and down the cock nice and slow. he wonders how hard suho would beg, the lengths he would go to to be inside of him. “oh, fuck,” sieun’s eyes flutter shut with a whimper.
maybe would suho would grow increasingly impatient, having enough of his teasing and flip sieun over, pin his arms above his head and reprimand him for being bad. maybe he’d punish sieun by fucking him hard and deep into the mattress and not let him cum.
suho is cupping himself through his sweats. he thumbs at his clothed tip and bites back a groan. “sieun-ah, put it in. wanna be inside,” he mutters under his breath. hoping some higher force hears his plea and it compels sieun to put it inside.
somehow it works: sieun slows begins sinking down on the dildo. “hyunggg,” a drawn-out cry tears through his chest. it’s filling him up so nicely, so big inside that he can feel it in his throat. every ridge is snug against his walls, but it doesn’t fill him up nearly as well as suho would.
suho spits into his palm, finally putting his hand down his sweats. he’s unable to suppress the whimper he lets in relief. sieun’s so fucking wet he can hear it. he imagines how much hotter and wetter the glide on his cock would be if it was sieun sinking down on him.
“oh,” sieun gasps as he bottoms out, his ass meeting the mattress. he’s so full he’s panting, and he sobs when he finally lifts up his hips and sinks back down on the cock, taking his time fucking himself slow and deep. “‘s so deep, suho-yah. h-hyung, o-oh fuck,” he keens, feeling the tip nudge that spongy spot inside of him that drives him crazy.
suho strokes his cock in time with sieun’s thrusts, shaking with the force it’s taking him to hold back from fucking into his fist. he bites down on his lip so hard that he tastes copper; he doesn’t trust himself with his mouth right now. he’d probably do something stupid like make his presence known to sieun and beg to show him the real thing.
sieun is fucking himself in earnest, his soft tummy bouncing with every grind of his hips. one slick hand comes up to cup at his chest, thumbing at his nipple, tracing it teasingly in the way he knows suho would. “hyung,” he pants, “feels so good,” he punctuates each word with a bounce of his hips. his eyes nearly roll back into his skull at how good his pussy feels.
suho’s eyes threaten to flutter shut, but he forces them open to admire sieun. “made for you,” suho whispers, his stomach twisting at the thought of claiming sieun, being all his.
sieun brings to fingers to his clit, rubbing at the same pace that he rides the cock. “all mine,” he whines, doubling over in pleasure. his clit is so swollen and sensitive, its all puffy and stiff under his fingers. he makes tight circles with his fingers, with light enough pressure that it drives him insane.
“suho,” he jolts, picturing suho’s eyes clouded dark and carnal, peering up at him as he toys with his clit. he wonders if suho would remain composed, coaxing sieun onto his cock with his words, playing with sieun like a harp and using everything he knows makes him tick. maybe suho would be just as needy as him, panting into skein’s neck, hands gripping his hips so hard they bruise, and giving sharp little thrusts of his hips as he babbles about how “i’m sorry, i can’t help it. feels so good.”
“oh, puppy,” sieun whines, his voice pitching high and desperate. he thinks he’s getting close, his stomach twists and builds with a feeling he doesn’t recognize. he chases it anyway, fucking himself onto the dildo, coating it slick with every thrust.
puppy. holy fuck. suho squeezes his cock from the base to keep his orgasm at bay; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t let his sieun cum first. suho’s never been this messy, precum drips from his tip in rivulets, coating his length in a sticky sheen. “baby,” he whispers, his lip caught between his teeth. he imagines the mess he and sieun would make, imagines sieun’s slick dripping down his cock.
sieun keens, each thrust punctuated with little gasps. something builds in him, coursing from the tips of his toes and into his stomach. he feels it in the way he can’t stop clenching, the way he simultaneously tries to push it deeper, but his cunt tries to push it out of him. “s-suho, hyung, wait--“, he gasps. with one deep thrust and a pinch of his clit his stomach bursts.
he pulls the dildo out of him and sobs, his fingers steady on his clit as his pussy gushes and gushes, clear liquid streaming in incessant spurts. it coats his arm, his chest, and the fabric below him. his legs tremble and he rubs his clit until his cunt is gushing weakly, drooling and clenching around nothing.
“oh holy fuck,” suho groans, his ears nearly ringing with the force that he squeezes his cock, hard enough for it to hurt. his other hand trembles from where it grips the door frame, keeping his wobbly knees from buckling under him. “sieun, baby,” his head tips back in a prolonged whine. that may have single-handedly been the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life. sieun squirted at the thought of suho’s cock, at the thought of riding soho until he cries.
sieun scrambles for the dildo, desperate to get it back in him and ride it until he cums so hard he sees stars. his legs are still trembling and his vision is still spotty; he wishes suho could take care of him, give him what he needs. he shakily positions himself over the cock, sinking down on it in one punctuated grind of his hips. “hyung, please,” he whines, pussy fluttering weakly around the length. “suho, oh fuck,” he sobs.
suho spits onto his cock, fucking his fist helplessly. he’s so hard it hurts, his tip is flushed a deep scarlet from edging himself for so long. he tries not to think about how messy sieun is and how good he must taste. he presses his thumb gently into his slit with a hiss. he needs to taste sieun so badly he can’t think, needs his nose nudging at his clit and tongue licking inside his cunt. he needs to memorize the taste of sieun, needs him cumming in his mouth. his grip nearly falters on his cock at the thought.
sieun gasps with every roll of his hips, with every squelch of his pussy as slick beads and leaks on the dildo. his hand hasn’t stopped its incessant rubbing on his clit, swollen and throbbing beneath his fingers. he can feel how much it’s affected him as his warmth pools in his lower belly. sieun’s eyes flutter shut, “oh, oh,” he whines, “suho, f-fuck.”
“sieun, baby,” suho pants, fucking his fist like it’s sieun’s cunt.
sieun’s thighs tremble, his cheeks and ears and chest growing hot. tears gather in his lashes as he imagines suho below him, the both of them dumb and needy as they get close. he thinks of suho’s hands on his hips, fucking into him as he pulls sieun down with every thrust.
suho grips the door frame, whimpers with his lip between his teeth.
“hyung, inside,” sieun sobs, thighs and hips trembling. his hand is steady on his clit as he imagines suho begging to cum inside him, fill him and get him all messy and dirty to mark him as his. the thought makes him lurch forward, the knot in his stomach twisting impossibly tighter. “cum with me p-please. cum inside,“ sieun lowers himself as far as he can go, stretching himself impossibly further as he sinks to the hilt of the cock. “ah-!” he rubs his clit once, twice, smacks it softly and cums with a cry. he clamps around the dildo and fucks himself through his orgasm with weak little bucks of his hips.
“baby, sieun-ah, b-baby,” suho twists his wrist, circles his tip, “oh fuck ‘m cumming.” suho’s vision goes white, he grips the door frame so far he thinks he hears a crack. he milks his cock with slow strokes, whining and moaning unabashedly as he squeezes his eyes tight, pictures painting sieun’s insides white.
suho pants like he just ran a marathon, his vision returning as he comes back from one of the most intense orgasms of his life. his hands are sticky and he tries not to be too embarrassed that it’s the most he’s ever made.
“suho-yah,”
suho sighs dreamily, picturing sieun under him, calling his name, beckoning him in for a sweet kiss.
“suho-yah,”
suho would pull him in by his waist, press kisses into the side of his neck and jaw.
“suho-yah!”
oh fuck.
suho looks to the bed to find sieun’s eyes right on him. he’s still undressed, his bangs frizzy and clinging to his forehead with sweat, inner thighs still slick and glistening. suho gapes, a deer caught in the headlights. he can’t breathe.
“suho if you don’t come in here and fuck me yourself, i’m gonna cum all over this cock again and you’re gonna fucking wish it was you.”
suho’s body moves before his mouth. he’s on sieun’s bed and his lips are on his in seconds.