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“Why, is hyung scared?”

The absolutely ridiculous provocation floats back to the forefront of Seungcheol’s mind as he watches his cock thrust in and out of Soonyoung’s red, puckered hole. He honestly doesn’t know how he got here. One minute they’re watching some drama Soonyoung is obsessed with, the next his stupid, stupid friend is goading him into letting him suck Seungcheol off. One thing led to another and now he’s got the younger man writhing and moaning into his sheets.

“Nnngh, Cheollie hyu-ung,” Soonyoung whines, jaw dropped open as he pants into the mattress. “Mmm, so full.” His eyelids flutter as if he’s torn between opening them or screwing them shut, and his hands grip the sheets so hard they threaten to pull them off the mattress altogether.

“You like that, Soonyoungie?” Seungcheol says, hands gripping Soonyoung’s tiny, tiny waist. “Of course you do, you’re such a slut for it. So cock hungry, always wanting a dick down your throat or filling you up.” Soonyoung moans even louder, his hole clenching slightly, and Seungcheol lets out a low moan of his own. 

“Please,” Soonyoung begs, turning back as much as he can to look back at Seungcheol. His eyes are glassy and brimming with tears and Seungcheol can’t help the deep satisfaction he feels at the other’s wrecked expression. 

“Please what?” Seungcheol asks, dragging a hand down to grip and knead Soonyoung’s ass cheek. It quickly turns red from his grip and Seungcheol bites his lip, images of laying Soonyoung across his lap and smacking down until the flesh is hot to the touch flashing through his mind. “Use your words, Young-ah.”

Soonyoung just drops his head back onto the sheets and arches his back further, pushing back to meet Seungcheol’s thrusts. This won’t do, Seungcheol thinks, and he reaches down to pull Soonyoung up so he’s seated in his lap. The change in angle causes them both to groan, Soonyoung letting out a short sob. Seungcheol shuffles them forward, careful not to pull out, until Soonyoung has to brace himself against the wall behind the headboard.

Seungcheol begins to thrust again in earnest, the sound of the headboard slamming against the wall getting louder with each thrust. Soonyoung cries out, quickly placing his palms against the wall so he doesn’t slam his head. 

The sheets have been pulled off at one corner and Seungcheol can feel them bunch up at his knees but he can’t bring himself to care when he yanks Soonyoung’s head back with a fist in his hair and he watches as Soonyoung begins to drool. Spit and tears roll down his face in earnest and Seungcheol is starting to wish Soonyoung hadn’t swallowed all his cum earlier so he could watch it drip out of his mouth and down his throat.

“This what you wanted?” Seungcheol goads, thrusting harder and harder. Soonyoung’s mouth drops open in a silent cry and all he can manage are stilted moans. “What did I say about using your words?”

“Ye-es,” Soonyoung says, his voice cracking. His fingers claw at the wall, scrambling for purchase. “Yes, yes, yes, ah, ah, ah, aah! Hyung!”

Seungcheol looks over Soonyoung’s shoulder and sees Soonyoung’s red, neglected cock bouncing against his stomach with each thrust. The tip is glistening with precum and is getting wetter by the minute.

“Can you come from just this, Young-ah?” Seungcheol asks, lapping up the tears on Soonyoung’s jaw. He scrapes his teeth on Soonyoung’s neck, a ghost of a bite. “Can you come just from hyung’s cock? I think you can.”

Soonyoung only whines and pushes back with whatever strength he has left to meet Seungcheol’s relentless pace. Seungcheol lets the lack of response slide just this once and focuses on the task at hand. 

His hands grip Soonyoung’s hips, fingers digging into his skin, and he slams Soonyoung down on his lap. He shuffles his knees apart slightly and when he thrusts up again, the change in angle has the tip of his cock pressing into Soonyoung’s prostate every time.

Soonyoung shouts, his hands flying from the wall to hold onto Seungcheol’s own, and one final thrust has him tipping over the edge. He clenches down so deliciously as he comes that Seungcheol can’t help the way his hips jerk up, chasing his own orgasm. Soonyoung flops back onto Seungcheol, head resting on his shoulder and hands now loosely gripping Seungcheol’s still on his hips.

Seungcheol lets him lay back for a moment before murmuring into his ear, “Let me lay you down, okay? I’m gonna pull out.”

Soonyoung’s hands suddenly grip his again and he turns to look at the older. “Hyung didn’t come though,” he says. He pants as if he’s exhausted but despite his boneless state, his eyes are bright. “Finish inside.”

Seungcheol’s hips jerk on their own accord and he has to bite his lip to contain his groan. Soonyoung smirks slightly as he clenches, Seungcheol sighs at just how tight and warm he is. “C’mon, hyung,” Soonyoung whispers, lips brushing against Seungcheol’s jaw. “I’m not gonna break. I thought you weren’t scared.”

Something inside of Seungcheol snaps. He pulls out, ignoring Soonyoung’s startled gasp, and flips Soonyoung onto his back away from the wet patch. He grabs Soonyoung’s hips, shoving a pillow underneath them, and grabs Soonyoung’s thighs, pushing his legs up towards his torso.

“Woah, hyung, wai- ah!” Soonyoung gets cut off as Seungcheol presses back in, bottoming out, skin against skin. Soonyoung shouts as Seungcheol starts a brutal pace, giving no time for a reprieve. Seungcheol can see Soonyoung getting hard again and he reaches down to fist at Soonyoung’s cock, ignoring the cries he gets in return.

The fire in his belly builds up as he watches Soonyoung shove his head back into the mattress, the force of his thrusts nearly pushing his head into the headboard. His thrusts become erratic and when Soonyoung cums a second time, clenching around Seungcheol’s cock, Seungcheol finally finishes inside, pumping Soonyoung’s puffy hole full of cum.

They lay there for a minute, catching their breath, until Seungcheol slowly pulls out. He watches as the cum drips down Soonyoung’s ass and onto the now-ruined sheets.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Soonyoung mumbles, sighing as he reaches down to gather the cum in between his fingers and shove it back into his hole. Seungcheol can’t help the groan he lets out as he grabs Soonyoung’s wrist, bringing his hand up to the younger’s lips.

“You are such a fucking menace,” Seungcheol growls, grip growing tighter as Soonyoung sticks his tongue out and makes a show of lapping up Seungcheol’s cum like it’s a cold drink of water on a hot day.

“Your buttons are easy to push, hyung,” he says, wrapping his legs around Seungcheol’s waist and pulling him impossibly closer. He smirks when he feels Seungcheol’s dick fattening up again against his leg. “You love it though. Don’t lie to me.”

Seungcheol says nothing, merely crawling down to tongue at Soonyoung’s fucked out hole. Soonyoung’s laugh turns into a needy whine and Seungcheol thinks that if he’s easy then Kwon Soonyoung is even fucking easier.