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“Don’t start this again!!” Yunho groans, trying to paw the tiredness from his eyes, from his very being.
Wooyoung has woken up as the devil incarnate, cackling about Yunho’s daddy pounding Wooyoung through his heat.
Yunho doesn’t know where Wooyoung gets off. Why is this so incessantly funny to Wooyoung? He really is a little heathen.
They bicker and play fight, until Wooyoung ends up accidentally straddling Yunho’s waist.
“I’d ride him like this, you know?” Wooyoung howls out a laugh, grinding his hips forward on Yunho’s lap. Wooyoung’s little hands find purchase on Yunho’s bare abs.
What Wooyoung fails to notice is that Yunho isn’t fighting back anymore. He’s laid there, looking up at Wooyoung’s gloriously mussed up bed head; at how Yunho’s tee that Wooyoung’s wearing is far too big and is slipping off Wooyoung’s shoulder; at how it pools around Wooyoung’s deliciously thick thighs, the white contrasting against Wooyoung’s tan skin; at how Wooyoung’s hard nipples and barbells are pressing against the material and inviting Yunho to bite.
Yunho gulps, mouth going a little lax and dry. His hands find their way to Wooyoung’s hips, involuntarily pulling Wooyoung forward again, so Wooyoung’s effectively grinding against Yunho’s morning-wood.
“O-oh.” Wooyoung’s eyes go wide at the realisation. “You okay, Yuyu?”
“Mmhmm, Youngie—just—” Yunho tugs Wooyoung’s hips again, then to his surprise, Wooyoung picks up the pace, grinding his ass over Yunho’s cock with practised ease. “Is this okay? Want you… hyung needs you.”
“It’s okay with me, hyung, if it’s okay with you?” Wooyoung doesn’t falter, his hips carrying on undulating forward and it’s euphoric. “D-don’t wanna stop.”
Yunho realises a little too late that Wooyoung isn’t wearing underwear. It’s when he feels Wooyoung’s slick dripping onto his cock, making the slide of their bodies even more sensational. Wooyoung is wet… wet for Yunho. And Yunho wouldn’t have it any other way right now.
There’s no stopping, no going back from this. Yunho would have done all of this last night if he could, but Wooyoung wouldn’t let him. Now Wooyoung’s giving him permission? Letting him have a part of Wooyoung that he never knew he even wanted?
He reaches his hand up, engulfing the nape of Wooyoung’s neck and tugging him down. Whispering against Wooyoung’s lips, Yunho says, “Then don’t stop.”
Their lips crash together with such power, such deep seated passion that Yunho can’t believe this is their first kiss, their first time trying this. He wants to devour Wooyoung whole, wants to take him part piece by piece, in a way that he never has to anyone else before.
Wooyoung’s tongue tastes sweet while Yunho fights for dominance, pushing his own tongue past Wooyoung’s plush lips. He lets out the cutest little squeak and Yunho’s truly barreling far too close to the edge, far too soon.
Yunho’s other hand finds its way to Wooyoung’s ass, pressing his fingers into the silky flesh. He helps Wooyoung keep thrusting forward, loving that the new angle has their leaking cocks rubbing together.
The slide of their tongues, the slide of their cocks, it’s all too much. Yunho scruffs Wooyoung, tugging him back by his hair, a little too harshly. The grin on Wooyoung’s face tells Yunho enough, Wooyoung likes the rough treatment.
“Gonna cum so soon?” Wooyoung purrs, rolling his hips with even more force. “Knew you wouldn’t be up for helping me through my heat if you can’t even handle a bit of dry humping, Yuyu~”
And fuck him if that isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever heard, someone like Wooyoung teasing him so lewdly, spurring him on to totally lose control and let his alpha take over.
“Nothing dry about this,” Yunho growls, letting his fingertips dip in between Wooyoung’s cheeks, finding his wet, tight rim instantly. It’s like Yunho knows Wooyoung’s body like his own, before he’s even had a chance to explore it all. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Don’t act like you couldn’t cum untouched right now.”
Wooyoung smirks and it drives Yunho insane in all the best ways. How he’s never done this before is beyond him. Everyone was right, so right when they thought they were together, because although Wooyoung might not be Yunho’s, Yunho has always been Wooyoung’s.
“You really gonna make me cum untouched when you’ve finally got me wet and hard, in your lap, practically begging for your cock, alpha?~”
“Fuck,” Yunho groans, his hips grinding upwards on their own accord. “Listen to me, I’m in charge here and you’re going to do everything that I ask of you, as soon as I ask it, got it?”
The cackle Wooyoung lets out could hurt Yunho’s pride, if he let it, but Wooyoung looks so gleefully happy. It’s all because of Yunho. He’d do anything to make Wooyoung laugh and cum and laugh and cum for their rest of their friendship if he could.
“Oh absolutely, Yuyu. Tell me where you want me.”
They mirror each other's grins. Fooling around with someone has never felt this fun.
“T Shirt—in your mouth.” Yunho raises his eyebrow in challenge, waiting for Wooyoung to protest, but it never comes.
“Huh?” Wooyoung’s face turns in confusion, hips stuttering a little.
Yunho takes far too much pleasure in grabbing the hem of his too-big-tee and shoving it up into Wooyoung’s waiting mouth. He pushes it up further, so that Wooyoung’s milk-filled breasts are on show, piercings and all.
Wooyoung’s eyes go wide, looking like pure sin with his mouth stuffed full, effectively gagging him.
“Fuck, Youngie,” Yunho groans, hands ghosting up and down Wooyoung’s bare waist and along the edges of his full chest, “So fucking pretty. So hot. How have I never had you like this before?”
He hovers his hand over their cocks, Wooyoung’s looking so tiny in comparison to Yunho’s alpha-dick, he waits for some sort of permission. He’s not stalling… honestly.
Wooyoung nods, drool starting to dampen the material in his mouth.
Yunho takes them both in his hand, Wooyoung’s slick from before easing the glide as Yunho jerks both of their dicks together.
“You’re so tiny, look at your little cock leaking so much,” Yunho purrs, trying to feed off Wooyoung’s confidence and teasing from before. “I reckon you’ll cum before me, now. Don’t you, baby?”
“Hnnng,” Wooyoung whimpers, eyes rolling back. He starts fucking his hips forward, thrusting his little cock into Yunho’s hand and chasing his own pleasure.
“And look at those tits,” Yunho groans, noticing the dirty talk is getting Wooyoung closer and closer to his release. “Been dying to get my mouth around them. To drink all your milk and not leave a single drop for Sannie.”
Wooyoung’s babbling nonsense, tears pooling in his eyes. He’s putty in Yunho’s hands. Yunho is delirious with pride and power, easily finding all of Wooyoung’s deep rooted kinks.
“You like the thought of that, don’t you baby?” Yunho waits for Wooyoung to nod in answer. “Like the thought of alpha’s fighting over you, all of us hoping to be the one that gets to knot your little hole and suck your tits through your heat?”
With a shrill wail, Wooyoung spills semen all over Yunho’s abs, sobbing while Yunho jerks him through his orgasm. Still, even when Yunho can tell that Wooyoung’s airing on overstimulation, Yunho doesn’t stop rubbing over both of their cocks.
“It’s okay, baby. Not long now and hyung will cum too, you can hold out, can’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet now, almost mocking and Yunho’s never been like this with any of his partners, but it’s so fucking hot being like this with his best friend, his best omega.
Wooyoung nods and the tears spill past his eyes and down his cheeks, adding to the lewd, fucked out look. He’s so good, so fucking good to Yunho and he doesn’t even have to be.
Their aroused pheromones have flooded the room and Yunho feels ridiculously drunk on every last drop. He looks at his cock sliding through his fist, so massive in comparison to Wooyoung’s tiny cocklet. It looks so fucking sexy, Yunho wants Wooyoung in his mouth just because he knows he could suckle on Wooyoung’s soft, tiny length and make him cry in pleasure until he cums over and over and over again.
Yunho lurches forward, wrapping his lips around one of Wooyoung’s nipples and sucks with so much force. Milk pools onto Yunho’s tongue, filling his mouth with the deliciously sweet fluid.
That’s what pushes Yunho into his own climax. He cums violently, ejaculating with such power that some of his own semen hits his chin. He bites down on Wooyoung’s nipple, pulling a final wail from Wooyoung’s beautiful body.
Wooyoung orgasms again, watery seminal fluid dripping from his spent cock. He’s fully crying and Yunho has discovered a totally new kink, because there has never been a hotter sight than Wooyoung’s tear stained face, milk pouring from his tits and pathetic amounts of fluid dripping from Wooyoung’s cock.
They both sit there panting, chests heaving. Yunho’s never had a better orgasm than that. He finally tasted Wooyoung’s milk, finally had Wooyoung’s nipple and his piercing in his mouth. Finally had Wooyoung.
The tshirt comically falls out of Wooyoung’s mouth in slow motion, a total juxtaposition to how fast they are both breathing as realisation dawns on them.
“Wow, what a way to wake up. Think you just tugged the hangover right outta me!” Wooyoung grins and drops his weight forward, much to Yunho’s dismay.
Yunho yelps as Wooyoung squashes their cum between their bodies, its cooling and it feels vile. But Yunho takes Wooyoung into his arms and holds him close, heart pounding like crazy in his chest.
Fuck.
So that happened…
—
Wooyoung dutifully washed them both in the shower, totally switching up positions from the night before.
Now, Yunho’s sat in their living room in nothing but his basketball shorts, sporting a semi as he replays the whole thing in his head over and over again. He feels a little bewildered, staring into space as he wraps his hand around his dick and squeezes.
He can hear Wooyoung singing to himself as he clatters around the kitchen, way too loud to be sane.
When Wooyoung finally slumps beside him, he pushes a bowl of popcorn into Yunho’s lap, knocking it harshly against his growing erection. Yunho’s eyes go wide, looking at Wooyoung all sheepish and shy.
“You know what, Yuyu—” Wooyoung pauses like he’s in deep thought, then continues, “who knew your own dad would be such a turn on for you!”
Wooyoung cackles and dodges the swipe of Yunho’s hand. Fuck sake, Wooyoung is such a little shit. But that laugh has Yunho’s heart pounding all over again. Wooyoung’s obnoxious laughter doesn’t usually have such a huge effect on Yunho.
“Don’t pout, hyung~ I’ll be a good boy now. Your good boy.”
Yunho drops his head back against the sofa, groaning way too loud to be human. “Fuck, Youngie you can’t just say things like that!”
Wooyoung bats his lashes in feigned innocence, leaning up so he can still be in Yunho’s eyeline. He really is the devil. “Like what? Hyung. What did I say, hmm?”
Rolling his eyes to the side to get a proper look at Wooyoung, Yunho can’t help the smile that splits across his face as soon as he takes in Wooyoung’s appearance. Wooyoung’s lips are kiss-swollen and this time, it’s because of Yunho.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” Yunho admits, earnestly. “Never knew I had a ‘good boy’ kink but here you are, exposing everything I didn’t know about myself.”
Beaming, Wooyoung smooches Yunho’s cheek with a wet smack. “That’s what I’m here for!! Enjoy your popcorn, unless it plunges to the depths when your boner knocks it off your lap!”
Wooyoung dodges the pillow that Yunho throws at him, while giggling and running out of the room.
Being left alone leaves Yunho feeling a little vulnerable to his thoughts. Really, he should be having an existential crisis over his new-found sexual awakening. But actually, it just feels like this was inevitable, like this is a steady ascent into where his life should always have been going.
Yunho’s okay with that.
—
“Jesus,” Mingi chokes out as he bro-hugs Yunho, “you smell like you’ve drunk Wooyoung’s slick, man! Even your breath smells like Wooyoung!”
Yunho blushes, he knows Wooyoung’s scent usually clings to him, but not this bad. He’s not ready for anyone to know yet, not because he has any regrets, but because he wants Wooyoung to himself for a while.
“Fuck off,” Yunho scoffs, pushing Mingi away gently. “Not as much as you smell of hyung-deul!”
Mingi grins at Yunho’s accusation, like he can see right through Yunho. “The difference is, they’re my boyfriends… but I won’t say anymore, touchy!”
Exaggeratedly, Yunho rolls his eyes, but he appreciates his friend not pressing him on the issue.
They walk laps of their campus, talking idly about nonsensical rubbish, all the gossip that is none of their business and taking photos of one another from all angles. These are his favourite ways to spend an afternoon with Mingi.
“So?” Mingi asks after a while of walking in silence.
“So…”
“What’ya gonna do?”
Yunho gulps, eyes frantically flitting to Mingi and away. He shoves his hands into his shorts, no decorum but at least he’s not nervously rubbing them together.
“I don’t know what you mean, man.”
“Young-ah’s heat’s coming up soon—you gonna help him or?”
That’s a pretty good question. One that Yunho hasn’t contemplated bringing into reality quite yet. Something that he’ll have to talk to Wooyoung about. Right now though, Yunho can’t think of a better way to spend his time than helping his best-omega through his heat.
Yunho goes to answer Mingi, but before he can, he hears Wooyoung screech his name.
Wooyoung runs over to them, chest bouncing, wild smile on his face and throws himself into Yunho’s arms.
It’s easy, how quickly Yunho catches him and absorbs Wooyoung’s impact. Like he does every time. He’s got Wooyoung in his arms and Wooyoung instantly starts yapping to Yunho and Mingi about his day and his lectures, as if he didn’t just interrupt their time together.
It’s so insanely endearing.
Yunho watches Wooyoung talk and yap away. He doesn’t get a chance to answer Mingi out loud.
But he knows the answer in his head.
He needs to talk to Wooyoung. This will make a huge difference in their friendship, but Yunho wants nothing more right now.