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Heeseung slouched in his chair, eyes fixed on the front of the classroom but mind completely elsewhere. He was tuning out the teacher's voice, not caring much about who his partner would be for the upcoming project. It didn’t matter to him. No matter who he was paired with, he knew he’d end up doing the bulk of the work, as always. That was just how these things went.
Mr. Kim, their teacher, was scribbling names on the board. "I’ll be assigning partners for this project. It’s important that you work together because the presentation is 40% of your final grade."
Heeseung let out a barely audible sigh. He wasn’t too worried about the grade; his marks were always fine. It was the awkwardness of being forced to work with someone who likely wouldn’t pull their weight. He glanced around the room, watching some of the students whisper to each other, clearly hoping they'd be paired with their friends. Others looked as bored as he felt. Please don’t let me get stuck with someone unbearable, he thought to himself.
"And finally…" Mr. Kim’s voice cut through Heeseung’s daydreaming. "Heeseung, you’ll be paired with Sunghoon."
Heeseung’s head snapped up so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.
Sunghoon ?
Out of all the people in class, why did it have to be him ?
Sunghoon wasn’t just popular—he defined popularity. The perfect boy of the school. Everyone worshiped him—the way he walked, talked, even the way he pressed his lips together in that annoyingly perfect way that made everyone stop and stare. His squad of beautiful friends followed him everywhere, his laugh could be heard from across the halls, his presence almost magnetic. Students admired him. Teachers adored him. And Sunghoon? He soaked it all in with an air of arrogance, as if he was born to sit at the top of the social pyramid.
This is going to be a nightmare, Heeseung thought, dread sinking deep into his stomach. He could already imagine it—Sunghoon flaking on meetings, if he even bothered to show up, while Heeseung pulled all-nighters to finish their work. There was no way Sunghoon, the guy who seemed more interested in his reflection than schoolwork, would contribute anything meaningful to their project.
"Alright, you’ve all got your partners. Use the rest of the class to start planning," Mr. Kim said, gathering his papers into a neat stack. "And remember, this is due next week."
He glanced around the room one last time, as if making sure his words had sunk in, then gave a satisfied nod. "Alright, that’s it for today. You’re dismissed."
Without another word, Mr. Kim stood, tucking his folder under his arm before walking toward the door. The students barely had time to react before he left the room, leaving the class buzzing with conversation in his wake.
Heeseung sighed heavily, looking down at his notebook. He’d have to make the best of it.
Before Heeseung could even gather his thoughts, a wave of expensive cologne washed over him. He looked up to find Sunghoon sliding into the seat beside him, a smile on his face as the light caught the glossy sheen of the lip gloss coating his lips.
"Well, well, Lee Heeseung," Sunghoon drawled, his tone laced with sass. "Looks like we’re stuck together." He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, giving Heeseung an exaggerated once-over. "You don’t seem too thrilled. Not a fan of working with royalty?"
Heeseung blinked, caught off guard by Sunghoon’s attitude. " Royalty ?"
Sunghoon raised a perfectly arched brow, smirking as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You have heard of me, right?" He flicked an invisible speck off his designer sleeve, tilting his head with an air of superiority. "Because, sweetheart, people usually line up to work with me. But don’t worry, I’ll try not to overshadow you too much. Consider yourself lucky to be in my presence."
“I wouldn’t exactly call it lucky,” Heeseung mumbled under his breath, though he regretted it immediately.
Sunghoon’s lips parted slightly, a faux gasp escaping as his perfectly manicured fingers flew to his chest in mock offense. “Excuse me?”
Heeseung swallowed hard, already regretting his slip. "Nothing. It’s fine. Let’s just… get to work."
"That’s what I thought." Sunghoon flipped open his sleek iPad with a practiced flourish, eyes gleaming as he shot Heeseung a quick, appraising glance. "Try to keep up, okay?"
"Huh?" Heeseung blurted, momentarily dumbfounded.
Sunghoon tilted his head, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his glossed lips. "What? You thought I’d slack off and leave you to do all the work?"
Heeseung blinked, thrown off by how direct Sunghoon was. "That’s not—"
Sunghoon waved him off with a casual flick of his hand, laughing softly. "It’s fine, I get it. You probably think I’m just a pretty face who doesn’t care about school." He leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a teasing whisper, and once again, Heeseung was hit by the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Up close, Sunghoon’s flawless skin, dotted with tiny moles, seemed even more perfect.
"But sweetie, I don’t just look good. I’m also a genius when I want to be. And I’ve got a reputation to maintain, which includes getting top marks." His eyes sparkled mischievously as he added, "So relax—I’ll carry my weight."
Genius? Heeseung had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. If Sunghoon’s confidence could be bottled, it’d sell out in seconds.
"Okay, um…" Heeseung muttered, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Sunghoon seemed... competent? "We can meet tomorrow at the library to go over everything?" Heeseung suggested, though his voice sounded unsure even to himself.
"Sure, but let’s at least start with something now," Sunghoon replied smoothly, fingers tapping across his iPad’s screen without waiting for Heeseung’s input. His focus was already on the project, his efficiency catching Heeseung completely off guard.
"Alright, biochemistry breakdown..." Sunghoon murmured to himself, his fingers flying across the screen with surprising efficiency. "We’ll focus on metabolic pathways first. I’ll handle that part. You can take enzymatic reactions."
Heeseung watched in disbelief. This wasn’t at all how he had expected things to go. He had braced himself for having to drag Sunghoon through the project step by step, maybe even taking on the bulk of the work himself. But instead, here he was, the one looking lost and scattered while Sunghoon was effortlessly outlining their plan as if it were second nature.
Without realizing it, Heeseung found himself staring at Sunghoon. His mind reeled. He couldn’t reconcile the image of this popular pretty boy with the one calmly handling their assignment like a pro. Okay, maybe he had been a little too quick to judge, Heeseung thought, feeling a twinge of guilt. Maybe he was just being stereotypical.
Sunghoon suddenly glanced up from his iPad, his eyes locking onto Heeseung’s. A slow, knowing smirk crept onto his lips, one brow lifting in amusement as he caught Heeseung staring. Heeseung’s heart stuttered, a rush of heat flooding his face. Before Sunghoon could say anything, he quickly dropped his gaze, pretending to focus on his notebook, though the words blurred as embarrassment crept up his neck.
“Metabolic pathways... enzymes… got it," Heeseung muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand shook as he jotted down notes, his normally neat handwriting suddenly a mess of scribbles. The nerves were getting to him.
He could still feel Sunghoon’s gaze, that silent, teasing smirk making him feel even more flustered. It was overwhelming—being so thrown off in front of the prettiest boy in school. How was he supposed to concentrate when every little thing about Sunghoon felt this distracting?
After what felt like an eternity, they finally finished outlining the project.
Sunghoon stood up with effortless grace, flipping his hair back in a motion so perfect it had to be practiced. "The library right? fine," he drawled, clearly unimpressed. "I'm kinda busy tomorrow, so I won't be able to stay long, I'm sorry sweetie" He threw Heeseung a playful wink. "But don’t worry, I’ll still make time for you."
Heeseung blinked, startled by the sudden shift from annoyance to something almost... teasing. "I—uh, yeah, that sounds good," he managed, his mind scrambling to keep up.
Sunghoon gave him a satisfied smile, as if Heeseung had just passed some kind of unspoken test. "Good boy," he teased,
And before Heeseung could muster a coherent response, one of Sunghoon’s friends, a tall guy with a defined jawline, approached. He wrapped his arms around Sunghoon’s waist from behind, pulling him closer as he spoke. “Hey, Doll, you done? Let’s go.”
Sunghoon glanced back at Heeseung, his lips curling into a playful smile. "See you tomorrow, Lee" he said, before striding away with the guy to join his friends.
Heeseung sat there, staring after him, still stunned. What just happened? He thought this project would be a nightmare, but somehow, Sunghoon had managed to turn the whole thing upside down.
The next day, Heeseung arrived at the library five minutes early, his laptop and notebooks clutched in his hands, accompanied by a flutter of nervous excitement. Truth be told, he was actually looking forward to this meeting. After witnessing Sunghoon's confidence yesterday, he was eager to see more of the boy’s abilities.
He settled into a quiet corner, spreading out his materials while glancing around the nearly empty room. The familiar scent of old books mingled with the faint aroma of coffee from the café on the lower floor, creating a soothing backdrop to his anticipation
Ten minutes passed, then fifteen. Heeseung drummed his fingers against the table, stealing glances at his phone. No sign of Sunghoon. A soft sigh escaped his lips as irritation began to bubble beneath his anticipation.
Why hadn’t he asked for Sunghoon’s number? The thought nagged at him, especially as the minutes dragged on. It would have been easier to text and confirm. But in their last conversation, Sunghoon’s self-assured demeanor had caught him off guard, leaving him fumbling for words. Regret gnawed at him as he checked the time again.
Forty minutes ticked by, and Heeseung leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. He should have known this would happen. Popular people like Sunghoon had a tendency to flake on commitments. He debated leaving, but the idea of confronting Sunghoon later kept him from standing up. He didn’t want to give him any excuse to brush it off.
An hour passed, each second stretching into an eternity. Just as he was about to gather his things and walk out, he heard hurried footsteps echoing through the library. He looked up to see a familiar figure enter, looking effortlessly composed despite his tardiness. Sunghoon sauntered toward him, an apologetic smile on his face. His hair was perfectly styled, and even his casual outfit—a pair of tight jeans and a fitted designer sweater—seemed to exude confidence.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Sunghoon said as he slid into the seat across from Heeseung, his tone casual and unconcerned. “Had some things come up.” He tossed his designer bag onto the chair beside him, crossing one leg over the other, revealing a glimpse of his milky thighs through the ripped jeans.
Heeseung suppressed his frustration, offering a tight-lipped smile. “An hour late.”
Sunghoon shrugged, unfazed. “I know, my bad. But hey, I took care of everything I needed to do so we could have the rest of the evening free. Let’s ditch this boring library and start the project at my apartment. I’ll make us coffee—or food if you’re hungry. Deal?”
Heeseung blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Sunghoon’s apartment? The invitation was unexpected, and his initial instinct was to decline, but curiosity got the better of him. It wasn’t every day he got invited to the apartment of the school’s golden boy. “Uh, sure,” he said slowly, trying to mask his surprise.
“Great,” Sunghoon said, flashing a bright smile. He stood up, tossing his bag over his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
Sunghoon’s apartment was as stylish as he was—spacious, modern, and filled with sleek, expensive-looking furniture. The scent of vanilla candles hung in the air, and the place was immaculately clean, though not in a sterile way. There was a comfortable warmth to the space that immediately put Heeseung at ease, even though his nerves buzzed with the strangeness of the situation.
“Make yourself at home,” Sunghoon said, disappearing into the kitchen. “Coffee?”
“Yeah, sure,” Heeseung replied, sitting on the plush leather couch and placing his things on the coffee table in front of him. He glanced around, trying to keep his eyes off the framed photos of Sunghoon with various people, most of them looking equally as glamorous as he did. It was like stepping into a lifestyle magazine.
Sunghoon returned with two steaming mugs, placing one in front of Heeseung before settling down beside him. “Oh, hold on a sec,” he said, “I’ll change into something more comfortable.”
Heeseung watched as Sunghoon headed to his room. Moments later, Sunghoon reappeared, wearing a pair of black shorts that clung just right, and an oversized graphic tee that hung off one shoulder, casually slipping down his arm.
As Sunghoon settled back down beside him, Heeseung couldn't help but admire the way the fabric draped over his frame. His pale, long legs were mesmerizing, seemingly glowing against the darker fabric of the shorts. The contrast made Heeseung's heart race, and he felt a mix of admiration and guilt wash over him. Without thinking, his gaze slid down to Sunghoon's thighs, tracing the soft contours of his skin. The way the light caught the gentle curve of his calves left Heeseung momentarily breathless, warmth flooding his cheeks.
Sunghoon smirked, noticing the way Heeseung’s gaze lingered. “Let’s get to work now,” he said, his tone playful, the glint in his eyes teasing.
He quickly looked down at his notes, feeling a flush creep up his neck. What the hell was wrong with him? He couldn’t believe he’d just stared at Sunghoon’s legs like some kind of pervert. The guilt gnawed at him, and he forced himself to focus back on the project, his heart pounding in his chest. Heeseung hoped Sunghoon hadn’t noticed.
But Sunghoon had noticed. He felt Heeseung’s gaze lingering on him, and instead of being offended, it amused him. A slow, mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pretended not to notice, deliberately shifting slightly so his legs stretched out even more, his thigh brushing against Heeseung’s knee, the contact electric.
“You know,” Sunghoon drawled, his voice teasing, “I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about my place. Most people are dying to see how I live.”
Heeseung tensed at the sudden contact, his mind spiraling as he tried to focus. “It’s... nice,” he muttered, his voice tighter than he intended, the warmth radiating from Sunghoon’s leg making it harder to think.
Sunghoon chuckled softly, leaning in just a little, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Are you sure you’re not distracted by something else?”
Heeseung’s breath hitched, eyes widening in shock. Did Sunghoon really notice? “W-What are you talking about?” he stammered, heart racing, feeling utterly exposed.
Sunghoon’s smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with playful intent. He shifted again, this time purposefully letting his knee brush against Heeseung’s leg, lingering just a fraction too long, the warmth of his skin sending a thrill through Heeseung. “Nothing,” he said, his voice dripping with innocence that Heeseung didn’t buy for a second. “Just wondering if you’re as focused on the project as you should be.”
Heeseung’s face flushed a deep red, and he swallowed hard, desperately trying to regain control of the situation. “I’m focused,” he said, though his voice wavered slightly, betraying him.
Sunghoon’s smile widened, a triumphant glimmer in his eyes, but he didn’t push further. He simply leaned back, arms casually draped across the back of the couch, his legs still casually brushing against Heeseung's. From the way Heeseung’s eyes kept flicking back to him, Sunghoon knew exactly how to keep it that way.
As they settled into a rhythm, Heeseung tried to concentrate on their project, but his mind was a chaotic mess. Sunghoon’s teasing glances and casual touches sent his heart racing, distracting him from the biochemistry concepts sprawled across the pages in front of them. He kept reminding himself that this was an academic endeavor, but every time he caught Sunghoon looking at him with that mischievous glint in his eyes, he keeps getting flustered
“Okay, let’s break this down,” Sunghoon said, leaning over the table, his shoulder brushing against Heeseung’s as he pointed at a diagram in their notes. Heeseung’s breath hitched at the proximity, and he fought to focus on the words rather than the warmth radiating off Sunghoon’s skin.
“Right,” Heeseung managed, leaning closer to get a better look at the page. He caught a whiff of Sunghoon’s shampoo—something floral and sweet—that made his heart race even faster.
“Hey, are you even listening?” Sunghoon interrupted playfully, nudging Heeseung with his shoulder. “You look like you’re miles away.”
“Of course, I am!” Heeseung retorted, his face flushing as he realized he was staring again, this time at Sunghoon’s slightly parted lips. “I just... um... I was thinking about the—”
Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, leaning back with an amused expression. “Thinking about what? Me? My legs? My fabulous living room?”
Heeseung’s mouth went dry. “N-No! I mean, yes! I mean—” He swallowed hard, flustered. “I was thinking about the project!” He wished he could just sink into the couch and disappear.
Sunghoon laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “Relax, Heeseung. I’m just messing with you.” He reached out and ruffled Heeseung’s hair playfully, a move that sent a shock of warmth through Heeseung’s cheeks. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know.”
Heeseung’s heart skipped a beat. “Cute?” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not cute.”
“Are too,” Sunghoon insisted, leaning back again, crossing his legs in a way that only accentuated his shape. “You totally are. I mean, look at you! You’re blushing like a tomato.”
Heeseung tried to protest, but the words died on his lips. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck again, and he desperately wished he could just disappear. His mind raced, trying to grasp at any semblance of composure while Sunghoon’s playful teasing only intensified his embarrassment.
Thankfully, Sunghoon seemed to sense that Heeseung was about to die of embarrassment. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as if to dismiss the moment. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone for now,” he said, a teasing glimmer still lingering in his eyes. He shifted his focus back to the project, rifling through his notes with a determined expression.
After a while, Sunghoon stood up and stretched, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of his toned stomach. Heeseung’s eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, forcing himself to focus on the notes in front of him. Sunghoon walked over to the kitchen, where Heeseung could hear the clattering of dishes.
“Do you want a snack?” Sunghoon called out. “I have some chips and dip, or I can make us a sandwich.”
“Chips are fine!” Heeseung shouted back, grateful for the distraction.
Sunghoon returned a few moments later with a bowl of chips and a small plate of dip, placing them on the table. He plopped back onto the couch, leaning casually against the armrest. “So, what do you think of the project so far?”
Heeseung took a chip, dipping it into the bowl before glancing at Sunghoon. “I think we’re making decent progress,” he said, his voice steadier now. “We just need to focus on the specific details next.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sunghoon replied, munching on a chip. He looked at Heeseung, a teasing smile creeping onto his face. “But I can’t help but think you’re a little distracted still.”
“I’m not!” Heeseung protested, a bit too defensively.
Sunghoon laughed, shaking his head. “You’re really bad at lying. Come on, just admit it. You can’t stop looking at me.”
Heeseung froze, his heart pounding in his chest. “I—”
“Relax, I’m just messing with you again” Sunghoon interrupted again, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “But seriously, if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. It’s not like I don’t notice how you look at me.”
Heeseung’s stomach twisted in knots. “Look, I just—”
Sunghoon reached out and gently placed his hand on Heeseung’s knee, the warmth radiating from his touch making it hard for Heeseung to breathe. Slowly, almost teasingly, Sunghoon’s hand began to slide higher, fingers grazing Heeseung’s inner thigh through his jeans. The deliberate motion made Heeseung’s heart race, his breath catching in his throat.
“You don’t have to be shy around me,” Sunghoon whispered, his fingers inching up further, the teasing touch sending a wave of heat through Heeseung’s body. “I promise I won’t bite... unless you want me to.”
The playful tone in Sunghoon’s voice made it impossible for Heeseung to focus. “You really are impossible,” Heeseung managed, struggling to ignore the dizzying sensation of Sunghoon’s hand now resting dangerously close to his most vulnerable spot.
“Maybe” Sunghoon shrugged, his grin widening mischievously. “Well then, should I give you something else to focus on?” he teased, leaning in until his breath was warm against Heeseung’s ear. “Something a little more interesting than my legs.”
Without warning, Sunghoon's arms slid around Heeseung’s neck, pulling him in even closer, their bodies now pressed firmly together then Sunghoon’s lips pressed against his, soft and insistent. The sudden contact sent a jolt through Heeseung’s body, his mind going utterly blank. Everything—schoolwork, nerves, the world outside—faded away as he melted into the kiss, his lips parting instinctively to return it. Sunghoon’s mouth was warm and inviting, and Heeseung could feel the teasing pressure of his tongue, coaxing him deeper into the moment. A soft moan escaped Heeseung’s lips.
“Sunghoon, w–wait” Heeseung breathed, his voice trembling, barely audible between gasps for air. His heart raced in his chest, pounding so loud he was sure Sunghoon could hear it.
Sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. He brushed a strand of hair out of Heeseung's eyes, and his fingertips lingered against his skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “See? Now you can focus on me,” he teased, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of Heeseung’s neck as his lips grazed against Heeseung's ear. The heat between them was overwhelming. The warmth of Sunghoon’s body enveloped him completely, making it hard to tell where one of them ended and the other began.
Heeseung’s body trembled with anticipation, his head spinning. This couldn’t be real. It felt like a dream—too intense, too perfect, the kind of moment he’d only dared imagine in the privacy of his own thoughts. But here it was, Sunghoon’s lips, his hands, the weight of his body against Heeseung’s, grounding him in a reality that felt almost too good to be true.
"You're beautiful," Heeseung whispered, his voice barely audible, the words escaping him before he could think to stop them. His mind was spinning, trying to make sense of the whirlwind that had overtaken him. He didn’t even know why Sunghoon kissed him—if this was real, or just some cruel game Sunghoon was playing. But none of it mattered. The only thing he could focus on was the warmth of Sunghoon’s body against his, the intoxicating feel of his lips.
Sunghoon’s lips curled into a teasing smirk, “And you're not so bad yourself,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. Sunghoon leaned in, his breath warm against Heeseung’s skin, the softness of his body radiating an irresistible heat that made Heeseung’s head spin. Every inch of him seemed to burn under Sunghoon’s touch, the space between them now nothing more than a blur of desire.
Heeseung’s eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting as Sunghoon pressed into him again, their mouths melting together in a kiss that was hot and desperate. It was as though the world had disappeared, leaving only the taste of Sunghoon’s lips—sweet, addictive, intoxicating. His lips tingled from the fervor of Sunghoon’s kisses, and with every touch, he found himself wanting more. Needing more.
"Sunghoon" Heeseung mumbled, barely able to form the words as his mind drowned in the feeling of Sunghoon’s mouth against his. He wanted to say something, to make sense of what was happening, but every time he tried, Sunghoon’s kisses pulled him deeper into the moment, robbing him of his thoughts.
He was only vaguely aware of the hands that roamed his body, fingertips grazing the edges of his waistband, sending a thrill through him as they teased lower, before sliding back up his chest in a slow, deliberate motion. Heeseung’s breath hitched, his skin alight with a sensation that burned deeper with every kiss, every lingering touch.
And then, without warning, Sunghoon moved. He swung a leg over Heeseung, straddling his lap with an effortless grace. Heeseung’s eyes shot open, his heart pounding harder than ever, his mind racing with disbelief as Sunghoon settled against him, pressing down just enough, teasing against Heeseung's already hardening cock.
Sunghoon's lips trailed down his neck, each kiss leaving a burning trail in its wake. His hands tightened around Sunghoon’s waist, pulling him closer, the warmth of their bodies melding together in an intoxicating embrace. He could feel the soft fabric of Sunghoon’s shirt bunched up under his fingers, and he couldn’t resist sliding his hands up to explore the smooth skin beneath.
“Sunghoon,” Heeseung whispered again, his voice breathless, the word a plea more than a name. His mind was a whirlwind of sensation, every touch from Sunghoon sending shockwaves through him.
Sunghoon chuckled softly against Heeseung’s skin, his breath warm and teasing along the sensitive spot just below his ear. “What do you want, Heeseung?” he whispered, voice thick with seduction as his hips rolled against Heeseung’s. “Tell me what you need.”
Heeseung’s eyes fluttered shut, his breath shaky as the tension in his body built. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely audible, trembling with desire. “Just… touch me. Please.”
Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. His hands slid down to Heeseung’s hips, fingers curling tightly as he pulled them even closer, the firm grip sending sparks through Heeseung’s skin. The slow, deliberate grind of Sunghoon’s body against his was torturous, each movement perfectly timed to drive Heeseung wild. A soft moan escaped Heeseung’s lips as the friction between them grew, heat coiling inside him with every deliberate press of Sunghoon’s hips.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sunghoon purred, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. His lips brushed against Heeseung’s ear, teasing him further. “You like feeling me this close… feeling every inch of me against you.”
Heeseung nodded, unable to form words, his mind consumed by the sensations coursing through his body. Sunghoon’s hands slid up his sides, tracing lazy circles on his skin, making him shiver with pleasure. He wanted more—needed more—but he didn’t know how to ask.
“Please,” Heeseung breathed, his voice thick with desire.
Sunghoon’s grin was wicked as he leaned in, capturing Heeseung’s lips in another searing kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no teasing. It was deep and urgent, their tongues dueling in a passionate dance. Heeseung’s hands roamed Sunghoon’s back, pulling him even closer, desperate to feel every inch of him.
As the kiss deepened, Sunghoon’s hand slipped lower, cupping Heeseung’s erection through his jeans. Heeseung gasped into the kiss, his body going rigid at the unexpected touch. Sunghoon’s fingers pressed firmly against him, the pressure both teasing and demanding.
“Fuck, you’re hard,” Sunghoon murmured against his lips, his voice laced with amusement. “Did I do that?”
Heeseung could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sunghoon’s touch was driving him wild, making it hard to think, hard to focus on anything but the way his body was responding to every move Sunghoon made.
“Good,” Sunghoon purred, his fingers unrelenting. “Because I’m just getting started.”
With that, Sunghoon pulled away slightly, but kept his body pressed firmly against Heeseung’s. He reached down and began to undo the button on Heeseung’s jeans, his fingers deft and sure. Heeseung watched, mesmerized, as Sunghoon’s hands worked with practiced ease, sliding the zipper down and dipping inside his boxers to free him from his confinement.
“There we go,” Sunghoon said softly, holding Heeseung’s cock, stroking him gently. “Much better.”
Heeseung’s head fell back against the couch, his eyes half-lidded as he savored the feeling of Sunghoon’s hand wrapped around him. The touch was exquisite, firm yet gentle, and it sent waves of pleasure crashing over him. He could feel his breath growing shallow, his body tensing in anticipation.
“Sunghoon,” Heeseung whispered again, his voice strained with need. “Please…”
Sunghoon smiled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Patience, sweetheart,” he said, his voice smooth as honey. “We have all night.”
With that, Sunghoon shifted slightly, moving down until his face was level with Heeseung’s cock. Heeseung’s breath caught in his throat as he watched, his heart pounding wildly. Sunghoon’s eyes locked onto his, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he leaned in closer.
“Ready?” Sunghoon asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heeseung swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “Yes,” he managed to say, his voice trembling. “Please.”
Sunghoon’s wrapped his lips around the head of Heeseung’s erection, taking him deep into his mouth. Heeseung’s entire body jerked at the sensation, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Sunghoon’s mouth was hot and wet, and the feeling of his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip was almost too much to bear.
“Oh fuck,” Heeseung moaned, letting his fingers slide through the younger boy's hair grabbing a handful “I…”
But the words died on his lips as Sunghoon began to move, bobbing his head slowly, his tongue working in tandem with his lips. Heeseung’s vision blurred, his mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Every stroke of Sunghoon’s mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing over him, making it hard to think, hard to breathe.
“Shit,” Heeseung cursed, his body arching off the couch. “You’re… you’re killing me.”
Sunghoon chuckled softly around him, the vibration causing Heeseung's hips to jerk upwards. He continued his steady rhythm, his hand occasionally joining his mouth to stroke the base of Heeseung’s shaft, adding to the overwhelming sensations. Heeseung’s hands gripped the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white, as he struggled to stay grounded in the onslaught of pleasure.
“Faster,” Heeseung begged, his voice breaking. “Please, faster.”
Sunghoon complied without missing a beat, picking up the pace until Heeseung was thrusting up into his mouth, desperate for release. The feeling of Sunghoon’s tongue flicking across the underside of his shaft was almost too much, and Heeseung’s hips bucked instinctively, chasing the sensation.
“Sunghoon, I’m gonna…” Heeseung warned, his voice choked with desperation.
Sunghoon looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, and gave him one final, knowing smirk before plunging down hard, taking him as deep as possible. Heeseung’s entire body went rigid, his orgasm barreling through him like a train. He came with a strangled cry, his release spilling into Sunghoon’s waiting mouth.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Heeseung collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily. Sunghoon released him with a satisfied hum, licking his lips as he sat back on his haunches, a triumphant smile on his face.
“How was that?” Sunghoon asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
But before Heeseung could respond, Sunghoon stood up, straddling Heeseung's lap once more but this time with a different intent. With a slow, deliberate motion, Sunghoon reached down, fingers grasping the hem of his oversized tee. Heeseung’s breath hitched as he watched, completely mesmerized by the deliberate movements. Sunghoon lifted the shirt over his head, the fabric sliding up his body, revealing more of his pale, flawless skin. The oversized tee was discarded to the side, leaving Sunghoon in just his shorts.
Heeseung’s eyes couldn’t help but trace the delicate curve of Sunghoon’s torso, the soft, almost ethereal glow of his skin under the dim light. Sunghoon moved with a natural grace, the teasing smile never leaving his lips as he shifted slightly, still straddling Heeseung. His fingers slipped down to the waistband of his shorts, hooking into the fabric while keeping his gaze locked on Heeseung’s. With a single, fluid motion, Sunghoon lifted his hips just enough to slide the shorts down, the fabric slipping off his thighs and pooling at his knees before falling to the floor in a soft heap.
Heeseung's mind began to malfunction, struggling to process the sight before him.
What the fuck.
Park Sunghoon, the school’s popular it-boy had a fucking pussy. He could see it clearly through the thin fabric of his panties, a wet patch already visible.
Heeseung could hardly believe it, but the evidence was right before his eyes. And, fuck, was it a pretty cunt.
Heeseung had no idea how to react.
Sunghoon glanced down at himself, a playful smile curving his lips. "Like what you see?" he teased, wiggling his hips slightly. The movement caused the outline of his wet pussy to become even more prominent.
Heeseung's throat went dry, his mind struggling to keep up with the sudden turn of events. "I—uh—yes," he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Sunghoon chuckled softly, leaning down to press another kiss to Heeseung's lips. "Good," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He shifted again, positioning himself more comfortably on Heeseung's lap. His thighs pressed against Heeseung's sides, the heat between them intensifying.
Moving in a slow, teasing manner, Sunghoon reached down toward his panties, eyes locked on Heeseung’s face gauging his reaction the entire time. He pushed the fabric aside just enough to reveal the top of his wet pussy, glistening with anticipation. Heeeseung's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched.
Sunghoon caught Heeseung's eyes, "Want this?" he asked, his voice low and sultry.
Heeseung nodded mutely, unable to form words as his body tensed in anticipation. Sunghoon's lips curved into a satisfied smile as he sat back onto Heeseung's lap, guiding Heeseung’s cock inside his panties pressing the head of his cock between his pussy lips, sliding the length back and forth with ease because of how fucking wet he was already. The sensation was electric, every slide of Sunghoon's wet pussy against Heeseung's cock sending waves of pleasure through him.
"Oh God," Heeseung gasped, his hands gripping Sunghoon's hips tightly. The feeling was overwhelming, his body burning with need. Sunghoon's grinding was relentless, each motion driving him closer to the edge.
"Do you like that?" Sunghoon purred, his voice thick with desire. He shifted again, adjusting his angle to increase the friction, the wetness between them making every slide smoother, more intense.
Heeseung moaned, his head falling back against the couch. "Yes," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Don't stop. Please."
Sunghoon's laughter was soft, almost breathless. "Not planning on it," he whispered, his hips rolling with increasing urgency. He leaned forward, bracing himself on Heeseung's shoulders as he continued to grind, the pressure building between them.
The room seemed to close in around Heeseung, the only thing he could focus on was the sensation of Sunghoon's pussy sliding against his cock. Every inch of him was alight with pleasure, his thoughts consumed by the heat and intensity of the moment. He could feel his second orgasm of the night drawing nearer.
Sunghoon's grinding became more insistent, his movements faster, more frantic. Heeseung's hands moved of their own accord, one sliding up Sunghoon’s bare back, feeling the warmth of his skin, while the other gripped his thigh tightly. The warmth of Sunghoon's skin under his fingertips sent a fresh wave of desire through him, his arousal threatening to overwhelm him completely.
"Sunghoon," Heeseung groaned, his voice raw with need. "Please, I can't—"
Sunghoon's lips found Heeseung's neck, kissing and nipping gently as he continued to grind. "Shh," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Just let go. Let yourself feel."
The words were like a trigger, and Heeseung felt himself spiraling towards release. His body tensed, every muscle coiled tight as the pleasure built to a peak. Sunghoon's grinding was getting rougher, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Almost there," Sunghoon whispered, his voice vibrating against Heeseung's skin. "Cum for me, Heeseung."
And with those words, Heeseung shattered. His body convulsed, a powerful orgasm ripping through him as he came hard, his release filling Sunghoon’s panties, soaking the fabric with cum. Sunghoon continued to grind, riding out the waves of pleasure with him, his own breathing becoming ragged.
As the heat between them reached a fever pitch, Sunghoon suddenly pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, we’re definitely not done yet,” he said, a teasing smile playing on his lips “You need to return the favor.”
Heeseung’s face flushed a deep shade of red, panic coursing through him. “R-Return the favor? I… I don’t know how,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sunghoon laughed, clearly enjoying Heeseung's embarrassment. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll teach you,” he replied, his tone dripping with playful confidence. He gave Heeseung a teasing wink before grabbing his hand and leading him toward his bedroom.
As they reached the doorway, Heeseung hesitated, biting his lip. “But what if I mess up?” he asked, anxiety creeping into his voice.
“Then we’ll just have to keep practicing,” Sunghoon replied with a smirk, pushing the door open and pulling Heeseung inside. “Now, let’s have some fun.”
They were now in Sunghoon’s bed, Sunghoon leaning back against the headboard while Heeseung knelt between his legs completely naked. Sunghoon’s fingers curled around Heeseung’s wrist, guiding Heeseung’s hand with ease placing it to the delicate mound between his legs, the warmth there impossible to ignore. Heeseung's breath hitched, his face flushed with embarrassment as his palm pressed against Sunghoon’s wet core through his panties.
Sunghoon bit his lower lip, eyes dark with mischief, as he looked up at Heeseung. “Feel that?” he whispered, voice sultry and teasing. “That’s where you need to focus. Now remove my panties”
Heeseung took in a deep breath, his chest puffing out a bit, trying to gather all his courage before he slipped his fingers beneath the band of the cum soiled panties and slid them down Sunghoon's long legs.
He couldn’t help but stare at the marvelous view in front of him, Sunghoon’s pussy was shaven and clean. He had the prettiest pink pussy that was now wet and glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. Heeseung felt a rush of excitement flood through him as he thought of how wet Sunghoon was for him. Because of him.
Heeseung wanted nothing more than to run his tongue over the pink folds of Sunghoon's cunt. The urge to bury his face in between Sunghoon's legs and inhale his scent was almost overwhelming. Heeseung’s heart pounded in his chest, his hand trembling slightly as it rested between Sunghoon’s legs, unsure of what to do next. The nervousness was obvious on his face, and Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh, thoroughly enjoying the moment.
Sunghoon's laughter broke the tension, a low, melodic sound that sent heat coursing through Heeseung’s body. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he teased, “Relax, Heeseung. Just follow your instincts.”
Heeseung swallowed hard, his gaze flickering between Sunghoon’s playful expression and the tempting sight before him. “I just… I want to make you feel good,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Sunghoon’s grin widened, an alluring challenge dancing in his eyes. “Then don’t hold back. Trust me, I’ll guide you.”
With that, he shifted slightly, slowly parting Sunghoon’s legs farther apart. His hesitance melted away as he leaned closer, the intoxicating sweetness of Sunghoon’s cunt enveloping him. The sight before him was mesmerizing, and Heeseung couldn’t resist the urge to explore.
He brushed his fingers softly along Sunghoon’s thighs, marveling at the softness of his skin. As his hand traveled higher, his fingers brushed against his clit, causing him to gasp softly. The sensation was foreign to Heeseung, but Sunghoon's encouraging smile gave him the confidence to continue.
“Just like that,” Sunghoon encouraged, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down Heeseung’s spine. "Now, try rubbing it in little circles. That's the rhythm I like."
He followed his instructions, his fingertips tracing small, circular motions over his clit. Sunghoon let out a soft moan, arching his back and pressing himself further into his hand. The sound sent a thrill down Heeseung's spine, making him even more determined to please him.
"You're doing so well, Heeseung. Keep going." he breathed, voice dripping with desire.
His praise fueled his efforts, and he continued to rub his clit with increasing intensity. Sunghoon's moans grew louder, his body writhing under Heeseung’s touch. Sunghoon reached down and grabbed his hair, tugging gently as he guided his face closer to his throbbing center.
"Time to taste," he whispered, voice husky with need. "Show me what you've got."
Heeseung’s heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing against the delicate folds of Sunghoon’s cunt. The taste was sweet and heady, igniting every nerve ending in his body. He couldn’t help but moan against Sunghoon, his tongue darting out to explore, eager to savor every inch of him. Sunghoon’s response was immediate, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he arched his back, encouraging Heeseung to continue.
Heeseung’s tongue flicked and swirled over Sunghoon’s clit, savoring the way his body reacted. Each movement drew out soft whimpers and gasps, the sounds igniting Heeseung’s confidence. He could feel himself losing control, the world around them fading away as he focused solely on Sunghoon’s pleasure.
Sunghoon’s hands tightened their hold on Heeseung’s hair, his fingers tangling as he guided him closer. “More, Heeseung,” he whined, voice thick with need. "That's it, sweetheart. Lick me like you mean it."
Encouraged by Sunghoon’s words, Heeseung intensified his efforts, exploring the depths of Sunghoon’s arousal. He alternated between licking and sucking, his mouth working in a rhythm that matched the frantic pace of Sunghoon’s breathing.
Sunghoon writhed beneath him, his back arching as Heeseung’s mouth worked its magic. “I-I’m close,” he gasped, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure coiled tightly in his belly.
Heeseung could feel the heat radiating off Sunghoon, the way his body trembled in anticipation. He knew he was close to bringing Sunghoon over the edge, and the thought of it fueled his own hunger. He pressed a finger against Sunghoon’s entrance, hesitating as he teased and circled it, unsure of how to proceed. “Is this okay?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Ah, yes! Just like that!” Sunghoon moaned, urgency lacing his tone. "You're gonna make me come. Don't stop.”
Heeseung took that as his cue, curling his finger as he continued to lick and suck Sunghoon’s clit, determined to push Sunghoon over the edge. The combined sensation of his tongue and fingers was too much for Sunghoon to handle, and he cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
"Oh god, I'm coming!" He screamed, his body convulsing as he climaxed. "Fuck, Heeseung! Fuck!".
With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Sunghoon cried out, a high-pitched moan spilling from his lips as his body tensed. Waves of pleasure washed over him, and Heeseung could feel Sunghoon’s release around his mouth, hot and slick, as he rode out the intensity of his orgasm.
Heeseung continued to work his mouth and fingers, drawing out Sunghoon’s climax for as long as he could, feeling a surge of pride at the sounds escaping Sunghoon’s lips. When Sunghoon finally came down from his high, he collapsed back against the sheets, panting heavily, a blissful smile gracing his features.
“You were so good. Good job, sweetheart,” Sunghoon said, flipping them over and effortlessly guiding Heeseung to sit against the headboard, straddling his lap once more.
Heeseung felt a rush of warmth at the praise, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Sunghoon's hands were warm against his skin, and the way he looked at him made his heart race with excitement and nervousness.
Sunghoon leaned over the bedside drawer, the smooth lines of his back flexing with each subtle movement, drawing Heeseung’s gaze like a magnet. His fingers found the condom effortlessly, his motions fluid and confident. Turning back toward Heeseung, Sunghoon dangled the small packet in front of his face, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.
“Are you ready for the main event?” Sunghoon teased and Heeseung swallowed hard, nodding eagerly
Taking the condom out of the packet, Sunghoon reached down and grabbed the base of Heeseung's cock, slowly sliding the condom down his shaft.
“Ah, but before that” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, “do you want to prepare me?” He paused, eyes dark “Or should I do it myself?”
Heeseung’s hands trembled as they rested on Sunghoon’s hips, the weight of the question making him freeze for a moment. Sunghoon’s gaze was steady, patient, waiting.
“I—” Heeseung stammered, swallowing hard as he tried to find the words. “I think… maybe you should do it.”
Sunghoon’s grin widened, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes. “As you wish,” he murmured, his tone laced with amusement. He leaned back just enough to give Heeseung a full view of his movements. “Watch closely,” he whispered, his lips curling into a sly smile. "I’ll show you how it's done.”
Sunghoon raised his fingers to Heeseung’s lips, the teasing glint in his eyes never leaving as he traced the curve of Heeseung’s lips. “Suck,” he commanded and Heeseung’s mouth parted without hesitation, taking Sunghoon’s fingers in, his lips wrapping tightly around them. He hollowed his cheeks, tongue swirling around the digits, eager to please. A quiet, approving hum escaped Sunghoon’s throat as he watched, eyes heavy-lidded, fully savoring the sight of Heeseung submitting to his touch.
“That’s it,” Sunghoon whispered, his voice velvety and low, sending shivers down Heeseung’s spine. His free hand traced a slow, delicate path down Heeseung’s neck, lingering on his collarbone, fingers ghosting over his chest and to his nipples.
Sunghoon slowly withdrew his fingers from Heeseung’s mouth, leaving behind a trail of wetness that gleamed in the dim light. His gaze never wavered as he tilted his head, grinning, thoroughly enjoying the power he held.
“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Sunghoon murmured, his voice like a soft purr, the words sending a pulse of warmth through Heeseung’s chest. Heeseung’s body buzzed at the praise, his skin flushed and his mind clouded with the intoxicating effect Sunghoon had over him. Sunghoon’s lips curled again, full of wicked amusement as he leaned back, his fingers brushing against his own thighs. “Now, watch me do the rest.”
Sunghoon then slipped two fingers inside himself, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“A-aah, Heeseung” he gasped, his fingers curling and scissoring his entrance open. Heeseung swallowed, his breathing labored as he watched the lewd scene unfold. His cock twitched against Sunghoon's inner thigh, a needy, aching hardness.
Heeseung couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not when Sunghoon was moving like this, all slow, tantalizing rolls of his hips, his expression one of pure pleasure. He was gorgeous like this, so shamelessly wanton and utterly breathtaking.
After a while of thrusting his fingers inside him, Sunghoon's gaze snapped back to Heeseung. The teasing glint in his eyes was back, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "What are you waiting for?" he purred, the sound almost sinful. "Fuck me, Heeseung. I want to feel your cock inside me."
Heeseung didn't need to be told twice.
Slowly and carefully, Heeseung positioned himself at Sunghoon’s entrance easing himself into Sunghoon's wet heat, the pressure and warmth nearly overwhelming. Sunghoon's head tilted back, exposing the long, elegant column of his neck.
"Hnnnghh," Heeseung moaned, his hands clutching tight at Sunghoon's waist, steadying him. It felt good, so fucking good. The hot, velvety heat enveloping his cock, the way Sunghoon's walls fluttered and clenched around him.
Sunghoon began to rock back and forth, his hands finding their place on Heeseung’s shoulders for support.
“Ah, Heeseung, so good,” Sunghoon moaned, his head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed, and mouth slightly parted. Each thrust was a mix of pleasure and bliss, savoring every inch of Heeseung inside him, feeling every sensation wash over him.
“Y-you're so tight,” Heeseung gritted out, his breath hitching as he struggled to maintain control. The tightness around him was intoxicating, a sweet pressure that threatened to send him over the edge. He tightened his grip on Sunghoon’s hips, guiding him into a faster pace, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, driven by raw desire.
“Mmmh, ah, Heeseung, right there,” Sunghoon whined, his fingernails digging into Heeseung’s shoulder as he urged him on. “Yes, more, don’t stop.”
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, blending with their mingled voices, a chorus of moans and gasps filling the air. Sunghoon was a vision of bliss, body trembling with each thrust. He looked like a masterpiece, a living painting, all lean limbs and porcelain skin, his dark hair framing his face, highlighting the ecstasy written all over it. Heeseung's mind grew hazy, intoxicated by the sheer pleasure enveloping him. It was so intense, so good, he found it impossible to think straight; all that mattered was feeling, the sensations overwhelming his senses.
He craved more, so much more.
Without thinking, Heeseung surged forward, capturing Sunghoon’s lips with his own. He felt Sunghoon’s startled gasp, his body tensing for a brief moment before relaxing into the kiss. Heeseung's arms wrapped tightly around Sunghoon’s waist, pulling him closer as their lips moved in perfect harmony, tongues tangling and teeth clashing.
As their kiss deepened, Heeseung could feel his climax drawing nearer, his cock throbbing, desperate for release. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Sunghoon’s, their breaths mingling, each pant harsh and desperate.
“S-Sunghoon, I’m close,” he breathed, voice ragged and hoarse, the weight of his impending release hanging heavy between them.
“Not yet, sweetie,” Sunghoon says. He shifted, getting up from Heeseung’s lap, cock slipping out of his pussy and gracefully moving onto all fours on the bed. He glanced back over his shoulder looking back at Heeseung.
"Fuck me from behind," he said, his voice low and breathless.
Heeseung couldn't deny him anything, not when Sunghoon asked like that, not when he was looking at him with those dark, alluring eyes that sparkled with mischief and desire. Heeseung's heart raced as he positioned himself behind Sunghoon, their bodies nearly touching. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then lined up with Sunghoon's entrance. He pressed forward, inch by inch, a groan escaping his lips, the sound deep and primal, filled with pleasure.
Sunghoon's breath hitched at the intrusion, and he let out a soft moan, encouraging Heeseung to go deeper. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “Just like that.”
Heeseung's body responded instinctively, the warmth enveloping him igniting every nerve ending. He pushed in further, feeling the way Sunghoon's body welcomed him, tightening around him in a way that made his mind spin. He couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Sunghoon beneath him, the way his skin glowed under the soft light, his body arching in pleasure as Heeseung filled him completely.
"Ha, Sunghoon," he groaned, his fingers digging into Sunghoon's hips, his thrusts increasing in speed and intensity. "You feel so good, Sunghoon," Heeseung gritted out, his thrusts growing more erratic, his grip on Sunghoon's hips tightening, sure to leave bruises in the morning.
“More, Heeseung,” Sunghoon whimpered, his body trembling beneath him, every word laced with desperation. “Harder.”
Heeseung complied, slamming into Sunghoon with a fierce intensity that left them both gasping. Each thrust was more punishing, almost brutal, driving them further into a primal rhythm that echoed throughout the room. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by their moans and gasps, voices entwined in a symphony of pleasure.
“H-Heeseung,” Sunghoon sobbed, his hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white from the intensity. His eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure crashed over him, his body arching to meet each thrust. “I-I'm so close.”
“Me too,” Heeseung gritted out, his voice strained, the heat pooling low in his belly, throbbing insistently as he approached the edge. The sight of Sunghoon, all flushed and disheveled, sent jolts of desire coursing through him, making it nearly impossible to hold back.
“Just a little more,” Sunghoon urged, his voice breathy and desperate. “Harder!”
The urgency in Sunghoon’s tone pushed Heeseung to go even harder, his pace relentless as he lost himself in the rhythm of their bodies colliding. He reached around and slipped his hands to the front finding Sunghoon's clit rubbing it erratically.
Sunghoon cried out, his back arching as he came, his pussy clenching tight around Heeseung's cock, triggering Heeseung's orgasm.
Heeseung groaned as he came for the third time that night, his body shuddering, his vision going white, his mind going blank, pleasure washing over him. He collapsed onto Sunghoon, his forehead pressed against Sunghoon's back, his breath coming out in heavy pants.
They lay there for a while, basking in the aftermath, the room filled with the sound of their ragged breathing. The heat between them was palpable, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum, the air thick with the scent of desire.
Sunghoon chuckled softly, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he gently ran his fingers through Heeseung’s hair. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “I knew you had it in you.”
Heeseung felt a warm flush creep up his cheeks at the praise, a shy smile breaking through his post-orgasm haze. “Thanks,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
The compliment made Heeseung’s chest swell, and he couldn’t help but lean into Sunghoon’s warmth. But as the weight of exhaustion washed over him, his eyelids grew heavy. The soothing rhythm of Sunghoon’s fingers in his hair lulled him further, pulling him into a state of blissful serenity.
Before he knew it, Heeseung found himself drifting off, the sounds of Sunghoon’s gentle laughter and the warmth of his body becoming a comforting blanket.
Sunghoon carefully extricated himself from Heeseung’s warm embrace, the sheets clinging to his skin, sticky and uncomfortable. He glanced back at Heeseung, who was fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the world around him. A satisfied smile crept onto Sunghoon's lips as he reached for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers brushing against the screen.
Dialing Jay’s number, he leaned back against the headboard, relishing the afterglow of their earlier activities. As the call connected, he could already hear Jay’s familiar teasing tone on the other end.
“Hey there, doll,” Jay greeted, “What’s got you all breathless this late at night? Did you finally wear him out?”
Sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. “Actually, he’s knocked out right now. But you owe me, Jay.”
“Oh? What’s this I hear about debts?” Jay’s voice was playful, but there was a flirty undertone that never failed to make Sunghoon smirk. “You’re telling me you actually managed to seduce him? Color me impressed, doll.”
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, though his smile widened. “I told you I could get him to sleep with me. You doubted me, and now, pay up.”
Jay’s laugh came through the phone, low and rich. “Alright, alright. But I think I deserve a little more than just hearing about it. Why don’t you come over tomorrow and show me how you worked your magic?” His voice dropped an octave. “You know, just a little… demo. For educational purposes.”
Sunghoon bit his lip, glancing back at Heeseung’s sleeping form with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Oh, Jay,” he purred, matching the flirtation in Jay’s voice, “you’re a terrible influence.”
“Terrible? No, Doll, I just appreciate good technique,” Jay teased. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t love the attention. I’m just asking for a private show.”
Sunghoon laughed softly, leaning his head back against the headboard. “Alright, I’ll come over tomorrow. But don’t think I’ll be re-enacting the whole thing for you.”
Jay’s voice dropped lower, dripping with charm. “Oh, Doll, I don’t need the whole thing. Just the highlights. You know how much I love a good performance.”
Sunghoon smirked, biting back another laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jay. You better be ready.”
“For you, always,” Jay replied, his voice a charming coo.