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“Hyung, I’m bored.”
Eager hands trail down the expanse of pale, beauty marked skin. Like a baby blanket fresh out the laundry, the softness melts into Sunwoo’s hands. Though his mind races and the silence of the room makes him hyper-aware of the air conditioning overhead, he can focus perfectly on the warmth he holds.
“Bored?” Asks the warmth beneath him, sighing in content as his body gets caressed in all the right ways, “Isn’t that the story of your life?”
He laughs. “Don’t be mean to me. Entertain me instead, Changmin-hyung.” His plump lips make their way to his lover’s long neck, whispering gentle kisses on his skin to entice him. It was a long day for his beloved little dancer; as soon as he returned home, it was straight to the couch and into Sunwoo’s arms. No time for greetings or formal nonsense, he needed to be held.
Changmin shifts a bit, but keeps Sunwoo’s hands clasped on his stomach. They’d already slipped beneath his fuzzy sweater and dared to tease the waistband of his corduroy pants, so there was no point in shooting them away.
“You want me to entertain you?” He asks with half a breath- Sunwoo’s lips never left his neck.
“Yes, hyung,” mutters the younger, busy with his task of tasting every inch of his hyung’s neck.
“Then why don’t you show me how badly you want it?”
Sunwoo finally pulls away at that and stares at Changmin, mostly admiring the blooming redness on his neck and the suggestive glint in his sharp eyes. He’d usually be too exhausted to egg on Sunwoo’s antics, usually opting to sleep and promise him a good time when the both of them were at a decent energy level.
It’s not like tonight was any different; Changmin returned home with the same sleepy frown as he always does. Sunwoo fully expected them to snuggle on the couch a bit, take a shower together if he was lucky, and settle in bed early.
But he likes Changmin’s idea a lot better. Really, really likes it.
And he’d be a fool to not run with it.
“What should I do for you, hyung? What can I do?” Sunwoo asks, already desperate. He leans in again and whispers against his favorite spot on his hyung’s neck, “Let me make you feel good, I’ll do anything. Seriously.”
“Oh, my Sunwoo. Aren’t you eager? Let’s lay off the kissing for a sec,” Changmin sighs as he tries to push him away from his neck, “How about using your lips elsewhere?”
Like a puppy, Sunwoo perks up. He knows exactly what his hyung wants, and he’s more than happy to give whatever he’s asked. He immediately slides off the couch and sits on the comfortable rug beneath them like he’s done many times before. If it weren’t for Changmin’s beautiful neck, he would gladly call the carpet in front of the couch his ‘favorite spot.’
Changmin’s smile lights up when Sunwoo looks up at him with an expectant gaze. His perfect boy’s eyes are wide with a glimmering darkness that he can only describe as reminiscent of brown sugar tapioca pearls, and the round pools of syrup shine brightest when he’s gazing up at his most favorite hyung.
“Good boy, my perfect, sweetest boy. You always know exactly how I want you,” he coos, gently stroking the blush along Sunwoo’s cheeks.
“Always just for you, hyung. Please let me make you feel good, like I always do. This time it’ll be better than the last.” Sunwoo borderline babbles. His brain doesn’t fail to short circuit every time Changmin calls him ‘his boy,’ and he turns into a rambling mess.
But he’s not one to claim something he can’t back up with cold hard proof. He knows he can make his hyung feel better than the last time. After all, it’s his past self he’s constantly competing with.
“Hey, don’t trip over your words.” Changmin gently taps the apple of his cheek. “Ask confidently for me to let you please me.”
Sunwoo’s about to open his mouth and plead again, but a cunning smirk curling on Changmin’s lips shuts him up right away.
“Better yet, why don’t you beg?”
His cheeks burn as blood rushes up to his face. “H-hyung-”
“Beg for it, Sunwoo. Beg for me to take everything off and give myself to you,” Changmin’s hands retract from Sunwoo’s face and teasingly trail down to the crotch of his own pants, “Beg for me, Sunu.”
Sunwoo doesn’t need to be told twice. He knows what he wants, and that is to fulfill every want of his lover. They both know it; he lives for pleasing Changmin.
“Hyung, please let me see you without any clothes on. I love seeing all of you, love touching every part of you. I hate the clothes, please…” he pleads, dropping his cheek onto the fuzziness of Changmin’s pants.
“Hate the clothes? Should I take them off?”
Changmin chuckles when Sunwoo nods eagerly, apparently finding his boyfriend’s desperation laughable.
Sunwoo’s stomach twists a bit at the laughter. He so horribly wants the clothing separating him from Changmin’s skin thrown to the side, so far away that he can’t even remember seeing anything but skin. He needs to kiss, lick, and bite more than he needs air to breathe, but stupid pants always seem to get in his way.
“Take them off, please. I’ll do anything if you take them off,” he promises.
“Anything? Really?” Changmin asks, head tilting to the side as it always does when he’s genuinely curious. It seems he really wants to get something out of Sunwoo.
“Anything.”
That single affirmation has beige corduroy pants flying right past his head, landing on some random spot in their living room that neither of them can care to identify. The only thing important in this moment is the cold air conditioning hitting the warm expanse of Changmin’s skin that sits plush on the couch. Almost like a dollop of whipped cream placed right beneath Sunwoo’s nose, just begging to be eaten up by him until the very last drop is gone.
His legs close in on themselves from the chilly air and Sunwoo could almost die, because how dare his Changmin-hyung even attempt to cover himself?
“Keep them open, want to see everything,” he mutters in between kisses on Changmin’s knee.
“Need to see how pretty you look, hyung,” a kiss, “Please let me see,” another kiss, “I’ll keep you warm,” another kiss, this time wetter, “I’ll make everything feel so warm,” a final kiss.
Changmin hesitantly spreads his legs open, suddenly a bit self conscious from the way Sunwoo stares at his crotch. It’s always the same thing with him- Sunwoo acts like he’s never seen his boyfriend’s body before. He’s mesmerized every time.
“Stop staring, or you won’t get anything,” Changmin warns.
“I don’t want anything, I swear. I just wanna make you feel good. Please, I just really wanna make you feel good, baby.” Sunwoo kisses up Changmin’s soft thighs, relishing in every hitch of his breath as he gets closer and closer to the floral print adorning his boyfriend’s wetness. “Let me kiss you here, hyung. Please?”
He’s already so hot and bothered down there that Changmin has no other choice but to let Sunwoo do as he pleases. His cunt was already dripping in his panties the moment Sunwoo laid eyes on it, the warmth from his stomach traveling all the way down to his most sensitive parts just from being looked at. Sunwoo was being so good already, why not give him the treat he’s been begging so well for?
Changmin sighs at Sunwoo’s shining round eyes. Oh, how he loves giving his boyfriend whatever he wants. “Go ahead, my Sunu. Make your hyung feel good.”
Sunwoo doesn’t even hear the last of the sentence before he’s up on his knees, pushing Changmin’s flowery panties to the side and running his lips along the blushing folds to gauge just how wet he really was. He feels every twitch against his lips and can’t get enough of it. It’s warm and soft, he needs to taste every inch of him.
His lips pucker to leave a kiss right in the center of his cunt glistening with shiny slick. Maybe it’s a token of his affection, maybe it’s an excuse to steal another taste of Changmin’s wetness. Either way, they both win.
“Shit, Sunwoo. Don’t tease me like that,” Changmin breathes out dryly- another soft kiss on his mess of a pussy and he was going to lose it. Either he was going to have Sunwoo nose deep inside of him, or nose deep into laundry for the next month.
But his thoughts of punishment are promptly shut down just from a quick gaze downwards. It’s criminal just how easily Sunwoo’s big pleading eyes can make all of his anger fade away. There has to be some way that he knows what he’s doing.
“Sorry, hyung. I’ll be good. Promise.” He reassures Changmin before leaning back into his comfortable spot between his legs.
It’s almost white hot when his tongue finally presses against Changmin’s folds. No more teasing and no more pleas, he was going all in. Wasting no time, his tongue dips into the inviting sweetness.
Changmin jolts in place. The knot in his stomach is already tightening so quickly, he almost feels like it could unravel at any second if he let his mind float away with the feeling of tingling all over his skin. Sunwoo’s tongue works wonders inside of him; he knows every inch of him like the back of his hand. He laps at every single fold, sucking out all the sweetness he can.
“Fuck, Sunwoo. Feels so good, you feel so good,” he whines. He could almost cry from how much the tips of his toes are tingling, from how every brush of Sunwoo’s nose against his throbbing clit sends shocks of electricity up his spine. He feels the stimulation behind his left ear, at the very top of his head, even in his stomach.
Sunwoo moans against his pussy, his voice vibrating so deep inside, Changmin almost screams. It always feels otherworldly to get eaten out like you’re a final meal, but it’s such a shame to finish so quickly. And with Sunwoo, it’s never a surprise to finish quickly.
“Stop! Sunwoo- fuck… Stop. Stop.” Changmin squeezes his thighs around Sunwoo’s head until he’s forced to come up for air. “I’m about to cum… Shit.”
“So?” Sunwoo has the audacity to ask. From the look of pure annoyance on his face, you’d think he wasn’t just eating his boyfriend out for dinner.
“So?! You said you’d be good!” Changmin nearly shouts. With the tingle of his escaped orgasm ghosting through his body, he has no other choice to be frustrated.
But Sunwoo isn’t having it. His eyebrows furrow together and he has the nerve to lick his lips, swollen and pink just from eating pussy for a few minutes.
“I was! You were feeling it, babe.”
“Well, yeah. But…”
“But what? Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” Changmin reaches down and cups Sunwoo’s cheeks in his hands, “I wasn’t lying when I said you felt good. But, y’know… there’s a certain…thing… I like the most.”
For a minute, Sunwoo’s lost. He did everything Changmin loves. Kissing his neck, kissing his thighs, moaning while eating…
“Oh my God, you dork, stop counting on your fingers.” Changmin laughs at how his boyfriend recounts his checklist of every little thing he likes. It’s thoughtful, loveable and sweet. He’s never done anything that didn’t make Changmin feel good, and it’s funny how he continues to doubt himself.
“I kissed you everywhere, what did I do wrong…?” Sunwoo eliminates another finger. The wheel in his head spins for another second or two before it quickly stops, and his eyes light up. “Ah! I got it!”
“You’re so weird,” Changmin mutters, a sentiment that always proves true.
Even now, when Sunwoo’s climbing on him and pushing him into the couch. An expression of innocence melts away into something more seductive- a knowing smirk and narrowed eyes that tell Changmin he’s really in for it.
“I know exactly what you want, hyung. Maybe I should make you beg for it?” He asks. Sneakily, his clothed knee pushes in between Changmin’s legs and rests less than an inch away from his cunt. He plays stupid, pretending he doesn’t notice his hyung desperately trying to grind himself against him.
“Yeah, right,” Changmin grunts in discomfort when his throbbing pussy gets no friction from Sunwoo’s knee. He decides to play it off and continues to let Sunwoo play his game.
“What, you don’t think I can?” He asks, eyebrow quirked up.
Changmin shrugs. “Never said that. I’m just wondering where my eager little puppy Sunu went.”
“Oh, hyung,” Sunwoo leaves a wet kiss on his neck, “Obviously I’ve grown a lot in the time it took you to recover from my tongue.”
“Hmph. Why don’t you show me?” Changmin challenges. Some part of his brain snickers at him, because he should know that his boyfriend doesn’t take a challenge lightly. Still, he pokes the belly of the sleeping beast. What fun would it be if there wasn’t a little fear?
“You shouldn’t have said that.”
And they both know.
With adept swiftness and maybe even a little bit of lingering desperation, Sunwoo slides out of his pajama pants and lands skin to skin with Changmin. Softness on softness, sweetness on sweetness. They feel warm against each other, almost blazing hot. One’s frustrated off the feeling of a lost orgasm, and another is awaiting the feeling to chase him.
Changmin wraps his arms around Sunwoo and his hands trail up his shirt, feeling every dip of his skin and bones. Like he expected, damp with sweat.
“Did it feel that good getting me off, baby? Even though you didn’t even get me off? Did it feel good?”
“Don’t be like that…” Sunwoo breathes dryly. His angry erection sits heavy on Changmin’s flat stomach, leaking enough precum to paint a picture. If it were up to him, he could probably cum just from rutting on his stomach.
But why take the long way when a perfectly good, dripping pussy was waiting to be used?
Changmin watches as Sunwoo takes himself by the base of his cock and gently rubs his tip against his clit. It’s almost poetic to see the bubblegum pinks of their most sensitive places to blend together and make them both moan into the air around them. Their voices reverberate through the halls of their apartment, but it falls on their deaf ears. The only thing they can hear and feel is the buzzing of their connection shooting up and down their bodies.
“Fuck. Fuck, please.” Sunwoo throws his head back as his tip squelches against the wetness of Changmin’s sparkling clit. “You feel so good, hyung. There’s- there’s nothing better in the whole world.”
“Nothing?” Changmin stammers through quiet whines.
“Nothing. Your pussy is so warm and wet, baby. Please let me fuck you. Please?”
Man. Where did the cockiness from two minutes ago suddenly run off to?
“Fuck me, Sunwoo,” Changmin throws his leg around his waist and loses all urges to tease the hell out of his sweet Sunu, “Cum for me.”
Without any reserve, Sunwoo slides into Changmin’s wetness. The slide is easy, which is obviously because the two of them are made for each other. Or at least that’s what they say. There’s really no other explanation for why your dick always fits inside your boyfriend’s pussy perfectly without faul.
“Holy shit, you’re fucking tight,” Sunwoo cries out once he feels Changmin clenching around his throbbing length, “Made for me, hyung. So tight every time.”
Changmin doesn't humor him, only pulls him by the neck for a kiss. A wet, sloppy kiss that has moans and whines all thrown in and shoved down each other’s throats as Sunwoo starts to move.
His thrusts are slow, but deep and paced. His cock reaches every spot of Changmin’s insides that makes him go crazy every single time. With every thrust he reaches even deeper, kissing the depths of Changmin’s body that craves for his attention. Attention that makes him-
“Ah, Sunwoo! Fuck!”
His back arches off the couch and his teeth sink into the meat of Sunwoo’s shoulder, which makes Sunwoo groan in return. His lithe legs shake around his boyfriend’s waist because, holy shit, he can literally feel Sunwoo in every part of his body. Just like when he was brushing against his clit while eating him out, Changmin can feel Sunwoo behind his ears and on the very top of his head.
“Don’t stop, oh my God. There, there, there, please Sunwoo!”
Changmin’s desperate whines ring in Sunwoo’s ears and he has no choice but to keep snapping his hips in the same spot he just hit to earn such a reaction. The heat enveloping his cock clenches around him in a vice grip that makes his head spin- even the unraveling knot in his stomach tells him he’s about to lose his mind.
They’re tangled together, moving back and forth with every thrust. Changmin’s pussy feels so full, so full that he can’t even feel his own stomach. All he feels is Sunwoo.
“Oh my- Fuck!” Moan after moan is punched out of Changmin’s stomach as Sunwoo’s thrusts reach deeper and deeper inside of him. “Feels so fucking good Sunu, please… don’t stop…”
He feels the familiar burning of his orgasm creeping up his backside and into his stomach, and he sees stars before the feeling even catches up to him. His walls clench around Sunwoo, jaw dropped into a silent scream. Toes curled, eyes squeezed together as fat tears roll down his cheeks. Changmin swears he can smell colors now.
“Damn…” Sunwoo whispers in his ear. They both jolt and twitch as Sunwoo paints his fluctuating insides with his spend, gripping onto Changmin’s waist for some sort of lifeline so he doesn’t completely lose himself in the haze.
Their minds are spinning, but it’s still the same as always. They can only focus on their heavy breathing in each other’s ears. A sign that they’re both still alive and most definitely needed some time to recover.
Sunwoo reluctantly lets go of Changmin’s waist to pull out so they can get cleaned. Cum is already spilling down their legs and it would be a shame if their couch was to get dirty. They were supposed to have guests over the next day, and Changmin was particular about his cleanliness.
“What are you doing?!” Changmin snaps the second he feels Sunwoo move a fraction of an inch inside of him. His lover’s cum was so close to spilling out of him, and his stomach flips at the thought of losing what makes him feel so close.
“Cleaning us up, hyung. Don’t you wanna go to bed?”
“No… no, stay inside. Please don’t move.”
“What?”
Changmin uses one arm to snake around Sunwoo’s neck and pull him back into his warmth. The other arm, to gently push him deeper inside by his ass.
“Please, Sunwoo. Just stay like this a little longer. I need to be close to you.”
Sunwoo can’t believe his hyung. His sentiment really catches him off guard sometimes. Maybe cockwarming is something to add to the ‘Things My Changmin-Hyung Loves During Sex,’ list.
Sleep looms over them, about to drift them away into their comfortable dreamland before Sunwoo’s eyes flutter open and he pokes his boyfriend awake.
“Hyung, wait! I made you beg!”