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“That’s a wrap!”
The director’s voice resounds and a choir of claps and cheers follows, flustering Sunoo.
“Woahhh,” he drawls out, his toothy smile reaching his eyes as he too, applauds for the team in front of him. He bows at least 20 times to everyone as he skips towards the exit, because as much as he loves attention, he gets easily embarrassed in such scenarios.
Photoshoots are pretty easy, he supposes. He knows all his good angles and he learns the concept quickly. After all, he is the master of expressions. Nevertheless, when his own members are sitting on the sidelines watching him and praising him as they wait for their turn, it does get a little embarrassing.
He sighs heavily as he doesn't spare them another look and just makes a beeline for the dressing rooms, ready to take a little break and scroll through Weverse. He made sure to also take some cute selfies that he needs to carefully choose from - he rather enjoys looking at his own face, he admits.
But honestly, can he be blamed? He can acknowledge he looked especially pretty with the fluffily styled choppy bangs and freckles all over his cheeks.
As he enters the dressing room, he quietly greets the staff, relieved to see his manager there. Besides him is sat Sunghoon, and Sunoo’s heart nearly skips a beat as he watches his boyfriend poking at the sparkly gems stuck on his cheek for his selcas.
If there was a face Sunoo was more obsessed with than his own, it would be Sunghoon’s.
Sunghoon doesn’t take his eyes off his phone, so he’s startled when he feels Sunoo dropping next to him on the leather couch. His confused gaze softens into a sly smile, “Ddeonu-yah,” he states simply. As he often does, Sunghoon gives him his undivided attention as soon as he notices him.
Sunoo scrunches his nose at him and takes out his phone, trying to ignore Sunghoon draping his arm over his shoulders and slowly inching way too close for comfort. After all, they were still technically working.
A gentle hand envelops Sunoo’s, guiding him to put his phone down. Sunoo looks at Sunghoon then, ready to complain, but the words stop on his tongue when he feels lips on his. His reaction is immediate - he pushes his boyfriend away and turns his head, checking to make sure nobody noticed. The staff are fortunately not paying attention, and their manager has probably already mentally left this plane of existence.
Still, Sunoo glares at Sunghoon, “Hyung!” He whisper-shouts, punching his shoulder in warning.
Sunghoon just chuckles, leaning closer as he takes the younger boy’s chin between his long fingers, forcing him to stay still and look into his eyes. Sunoo grabs onto his wrist and tries to pull it away, but he’s quickly reminded his hyung is stronger than him. Sunghoon’s smirk is arrogant, almost daring Sunoo to make another move and see what happens.
As his hold loosens on Sunghoon’s hand, Sunoo pouts and closes his eyes, letting the older boy do as he wishes. Sunoo is not usually one to do whatever people expect of him. He has his own values and beliefs, and a backbone, but somehow all of that disappears when it comes to Sunghoon.
Despite a part of him wanting to fight back, Sunoo stays still as Sunghoon kisses him softly, the feeling of his warm lips making him melt. He tries his best not to kiss back, just as a small act of defiance that somehow reassures him that he’s not completely compliant, but Sunghoon tastes like the sickeningly sweet vanilla latte he had earlier and Sunoo needs more.
Against better judgment, Sunoo slightly parts his lips and allows Sunghoon to lick inside his mouth. The feeling of their tongues meeting has Sunoo shivering and flinching away from the kiss like he got burned, once again checking around the room for any prying eyes.
"Sun, let's go home," Sunghoon finally allows him some space to breathe, but the hand he slips in between his thighs doesn't help much in calming him down.
The younger boy nods, "O-okay, let's change, then…"
Sunghoon hums, "Keep this outfit. You look too cute like this…" He smiles, eyeing him with a hungry gaze as he bites his lip.
Sunoo's eyes follow the movement dumbly before the words finally register in his brain, "Huh? But-"
"The company can just send them back later. Come on," Sunghoon takes his hand and leads him out of the room, their confused manager quickly up on his feet, following close behind.
. . .
The ride back to the dorm was awfully peaceful. Sunghoon's fingers squeezed at his thigh the whole time, but that was about it. Sunoo almost wanted to tease Sunghoon and see how far they'd take it in the backseat, blushing at the thought, but he held back. In all the time he spent pretending to scroll through Twitter while actually thinking about him and Sunghoon fogging up the car windows, they had finally arrived home.
Once their manager has seen them off, Sunoo's shoulders drop a little as he finally relaxes, even allowing Sunghoon to hold his hand as they head towards the elevators.
Sunoo thinks he's just about calmed down after a busy day, nearly forgetting all about Sunghoon's teasing. That's why his heart does a somersault when Sunghoon turns to him and invades his personal space after hitting the button for their floor.
Backed up into the mirror behind him, Sunoo holds onto the handrail that digs into his back and groans when Sunghoon decides to slot a leg between his thighs. His hyung wraps his arms around his midriff and presses his body up against his own, slowly yet effectively kissing him breathless before they even manage to arrive home.
"You look so fucking cute, it's unfair," when they part, Sunghoon's expression matches his statement - a rigid furrow between his thick eyebrows.
Sunoo's eyes are wide and his bottom lip is jutted out in a confused pout, and that makes Sunghoon want to dive right back in for another taste.
He's just about to do as much before he hears the elevator doors opening behind him. He drags Sunoo out by his hand, speed walking towards their dorm, and the latter follows without complaints.
They carelessly discard their shoes in the hallway as they head for their bedroom, acting like horny teenagers who can't help themselves.
Sunoo gasps as he's pushed forward and he falls against the sheets, making little noises when Sunghoon flips him over onto his back and climbs on top of him, "Cute," he states for the umpteenth time that day.
One of the tear-shaped crystals - still adorning his cheekbone since the photoshoot - falls off, landing on Sunoo's clothes. Sunghoon curiously picks it up and sticks it onto Sunoo's cheek instead, smiling at his masterpiece.
"Pretty. You're so pretty, Sun, just like a doll," he comments, running a gentle finger across Sunoo's jaw as he shuffles to get more comfortable in the younger boy's lap.
The latter is already blushing furiously, loving Sunghoon's attention. He does feel very pretty after today's photoshoot, "Mm- Touch me, hyungie," Sunoo puts his arms out, trying to pull him closer, "Touch me, please. Please, hyung…" He says, tugging needily on his shoulders.
Sunghoon meanly enjoys him begging for a while. But he then speaks what's been on his mind the whole day, if not longer, "Well… Dolls don't make noise, right?" He asks in a sweet tone that has Sunoo nearly nodding in agreement immediately, but he stops to fully register the words.
"Uhm… They don't…"
"That's right… Tell hyung, baby... Will you be a good doll for me and let me play with you?" Sunoo licks his lips and his eyes widen at the proposal. His doll? What would that entail? Well, he does want to be good… Surely, a reward awaits him. Sunoo is so needy for Sunghoon's touch, so he wants to agree, but then the older boy speaks again,
"No noise, no moving, no saying no… Okay?"
Some colour visibly drains from Sunoo's cheeks, Sunghoon notices as much. His own heartbeat speeds up - he's not sure how Sunoo will react upon hearing of his fantasy. He's not sure where it started, but he knows he absolutely needs Sunoo under him, completely at his mercy.
Sunoo blinks and swallows nervously, looking to the side. He can't move or speak at all? No noise? Hmm… What are Sunghoon's plans with him, anyway? No saying no… He carefully looks back at Sunghoon, attempting to read the glint in his eyes. He looks like he's ready to devour Sunoo, eyeing him like a predator eyes its prey. Still, he's nice enough to wait for Sunoo's consent. For now.
He receives it through a nod and a tightened hold onto his shoulders, but that doesn't seem to be good enough for him.
"Words, Sun. This is the last time I'll allow you to use your voice, so tell me," Sunghoon gives him a gentle smile, brushing Sunoo's choppy bangs out of his eyes, "You'll just sit here prettily and let hyung use you for his enjoyment. Do you think you can do it, hm? After all, I know how greedy my pretty Ddeonu can get…" Sunghoon mocks lightheartedly. He takes a hold of Sunoo's soft cheeks and squeezes, forcing an adorable pout that he doesn't resist kissing.
Sunoo barely holds back from following his mouth, remembering Sunghoon just asked him something, "I… I'll be a good doll for you, hyung. P-please use me… I wanna be good…" And fuck, he's so embarrassed to admit how much the idea of being a toy excites him, but his cock twitches under Sunghoon's weight, letting the latter know how ready he is.
With a mischievous grin, Sunghoon lets go of Sunoo's face and removes the boy's arms from around his shoulders, allowing them to fall limply by his sides. So it begins. Sunoo isn't sure if he can blink or not, so he tries not to whenever Sunghoon looks his way. He stares blankly at the ceiling, eyes threatening to flutter shut when he feels a trail of wet kisses down the column of his neck.
Sunghoon's warm tongue sends shivers down his spine, making him flinch and throw his head back carelessly, just wanting to feel more of his boyfriend's lips on him.
First mistake. Already? Not a good look…
"I was just about to say how good you're doing," Sunghoon says as he grabs his hair in his fist and pulls, and Sunoo tries hard to suppress his emotions. The ache on his scalp feels like an electric shock, but he remains still, "But you're already misbehaving," he lets go of Sunoo's hair and gets off him. Sunoo almost whimpers at the loss of warmth against his swelling bulge.
Sunghoon removes his blazer, leaving him in just the AC/DC tee that exposes his toned arms and small waist, smirking when he notices Sunoo's eyes following his every movement. He crawls between the smaller boy's legs and picks them up to fold against his chest, becoming hungrier by the second as he considers all the embarrassing positions he can now force Sunoo in.
He grinds his clothed cock against Sunoo's ass, the friction of their many layers making Sunghoon groan. Sunoo stays quiet, suppressing his reflexes as much as possible. Oh, how he wants to just wrap his arms around Sunghoon and pull him close, but he's too curious to find out how far Sunghoon will go with his stiff, helpless body.
"You're thinking too much, angel. Stop it. You're here just to be a dumb little toy and please me, Sunoo," Sunghoon pouts, his tone condescending as he speaks against the boy's lips, forcing his knees further into his chest. Goosebumps rise all over Sunoo's skin at the degrading words, and a whimper gets stuck in his throat.
He's questioning all the choices he made that lead him to this point. How is he meant to turn his brain off when Sunghoon is all over him, bending him into the most uncomfortable positions and humiliating him? He also wonders why, somehow, it feels so easy to fall right into and immerse himself into the role of an inanimate object.
"You don't need to think, dolly. You need to be blank and obedient, hm?" Sunghoon presses a gentle kiss to his glossy lips, slowly gyrating his hips against Sunoo's ass before he backs away, smirking as the younger boy's legs fall limply onto the bed once they're no longer supported by his hands.
Through the thin white pants Sunoo is wearing, he can clearly see the outline of the boy's hard cock, twitching in anticipation. Sunoo's gaze is completely blank as he stares off into space, counting the paint strokes on the ceiling. Still, Sunghoon can tell he's nervous as he notices the bob of his Adam's apple.
He carefully unbuttons Sunoo's trousers and slowly pulls them down his plush thighs. When those are out of the way, he once again reduces the space between them as he kneels between Sunoo's spread legs. Sunghoon can't get over how cute he looks. He looks especially small under his big hands, so easy to manhandle.
With only his fingertips, Sunghoon teases Sunoo's pale thighs, making him shake reflexively. He stops for a moment to notice Sunoo's contorted expression as he does his best to control his reactions. He's completely tensed up, so Sunghoon takes a proper hold of his thighs and squeezes, "There, Sun. Relax. It's just hyung, after all."
Sunoo inhales deeply. That's right. It's just Sunghoon. He can be calm, since he trusts his boyfriend.
"I won't get too mad if you can't behave… But there will be a punishment, mkay?" Sunoo can't see it, but there's a pout in Sunghoon's tone as he plays with the leg bands of the boy's baby blue briefs.
On instinct, Sunoo almost nods, before he remembers he probably shouldn't disobey the rules right as Sunghoon mentions a punishment. He's starting to get a little too warm under the three tops the stylist had layered on him, despite the cold winter day.
With a low hum, Sunghoon discards Sunoo's underwear, and the chilly air catches up to him. He realises his eyes and legs have snapped close only after he feels the sharp sting of Sunghoon's palm when it makes contact with his thigh, "Ah!" He gasps as a burning sensation settles into his nerves.
"Come on now, you were doing so well," Sunghoon's voice is just as warm as before, although now his speaking ends in a disappointed lilt that makes Sunoo a little self-conscious. It's an indication he's not doing well enough.
He'd be doing better with a kiss, maybe. Something to remind him he's not actually just a toy. Sunghoon told him to stop thinking, yet he's beginning to do the opposite. For now, he lets his legs be spread open again, keeping quiet as his lower half is completely exposed to Sunghoon's hungry gaze.
The latter lifts Sunoo's top layers up to his chest, admiring him as if he's playing dress-up with a doll, which wouldn't be completely inaccurate. Sunoo feels shy with his little cock and tight hole on full display, basically swimming in the large vest and shirts he still has on, especially while Sunghoon is still fully dressed.
Sunoo is used to being an object, in a way. That's what idol life is, sometimes. He dances to entertain, he sings until he runs out of energy, he repeats all the silly things the fans ask him to. But somehow, it's different now. Sunghoon is his bandmate, first of all, so submitting to him is humiliating enough as is. Then, he's his boyfriend, so the situation puts all kinds of weird thoughts in his head.
Still, there's no gag or restraints holding him in place. He could just get up and leave. Will he? Probably not. Not when Sunghoon handles him - his doll, with so much care. Despite getting a little rough at times, he still handles Sunoo like he's made out of porcelain.
Sunghoon's hands gripping him and handling him into whatever position he wants feel dizzying. Big hands hold his waist, thumbs digging below his navel, "Gonna make sure you feel me all the way over here…" Sunghoon mutters to himself, so quiet Sunoo could've missed it if he wasn't so silent, dedicated to being an inanimate object, "Maybe here?"
Sunoo flushes red as Sunghoon continues fantasising aloud about ruining his insides, and he's on the cusp of yelling at him to just get on with it already. It might be obvious he's becoming frustrated, because then Sunghoon lets go of him in favour of grabbing the lube he keeps by his bed.
One of his legs is hooked over Sunghoon's hip when two slick digits breach him at the same time, and Sunoo's eyes momentarily flutter shut at the discomfort. He's still so tense, so careful to behave as is expected of him.
The long fingers, knuckle deep, scissor his hole open, and Sunghoon watches closely as he curves them upwards. A small noise escapes from Sunoo's throat, his hard cock twitching needily, "Shh, pretty," Sunghoon reminds him, rubbing harder against Sunoo's prostate.
Holding both of Sunoo's legs up, Sunghoon stuffs a pillow under his hips to ease the process. Sunghoon doesn't prepare him as long as he usually would, Sunoo notices as much. There's concern in his eyes when the older boy aligns his cock with his entrance - concern that Sunghoon acknowledges but chooses to ignore.
The length breaches him slowly, inch by agonising inch stretching him past his limit. Sunoo would usually push him back, telling him to wait, but now all he can do is bite his tongue as Sunghoon licks the salty tears off his cheeks.
It feels like a lifetime before the cock inside him has fully entered him, but then Sunoo finally feels like he could be given a small break to get used to it.
Silly him.
Before he knows it, Sunghoon's moving back, leaving only the tip inside, before he snaps his hips forward, slamming into Sunoo with force. The latter yelps at that but quickly snaps his mouth shut, squeezing his eyes closed. He grips the sheets into his fists as Sunghoon picks up a fast pace that jostles him further up on the bed.
"Behave, dolly," Sunghoon mutters, folding Sunoo's leg up to his chest and pinning one of his hands above his head. Sunoo opens his eyes and is met with Sunghoon's own gaze right in front of him, "Be a good toy and loosen up for me. I can't play with you like this," Sunghoon complains, but he still fucks into him like he wants to break him open himself.
Sunoo would beg him to slow down, but he agreed to have that privilege taken away from him.
Instead, he fixes his expression into something blank, doing his best to relax his body. In contrast, rivers of tears continue streaming down his red cheeks as the abuse on his hole doesn't stop. He doesn't even mind the burning in the muscles of his thigh as he's held in place, completely focused on the mind-numbing pain blurring into pleasure as Sunghoon's girth continuously stimulates the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him.
"That's it, cutie. I love you so much when you're quiet, like this," Sunghoon whispers against his lips, giving his bottom lip a gentle nibble, and Sunoo's thoughts start becoming a mess as Sunghoon praises him. He can barely keep his eyes open, the continuous tears obscuring his vision, but he can tell Sunghoon has a nasty smirk on his face. He so badly wants to move, to make noise, but above that, he wants to be good.
Sitting up, Sunghoon slows down his pace and brings a hand to Sunoo's chin, tilting his head to the side to watch the white gem on his cheek twinkle, "Fuck," Sunghoon mutters, brushing his hair back, "Aren't you hyung's beautiful fucktoy? That's right…"
Sunoo blinks slowly as he gets jostled further up onto the bed. He struggles to formulate a single coherent thought. Quiet… Fucktoy… Hurts… Hyung loves him… He can't keep up, but the praises make him feel good. Being Sunghoon's doll makes him feel good.
As his eyes close, there's suddenly the pressure of fingers wrapping around his neck, hovering above his esophagus. He carefully blinks his tears away in confusion, wanting to know what’s happening, but the subconscious need of pleasing Sunghoon reminds him that he has to stay still and quiet.
Despite how much he’s already struggling to stay focused with all the pain and pleasure devouring him from inside out, Sunoo's eyes widen when he feels a dizzying push on the sides of his neck. His wrists jerk on instinct, ready to fly out to remove Sunghoon's hand. He doesn't. He's not allowed to, and that's not something a good doll would do.
Sunghoon has a dangerous look in his eyes as he picks up the pace again, his big cock dragging painfully across the walls of Sunoo's tight ass. His hand tightens on the younger boy's arteries, becoming more and more excited as Sunoo's unfocused eyes shift aimlessly, pretty lips falling open. He’s losing control of his senses, and nothing comes out. If he was thinking of asking Sunghoon to stop earlier, he gets robbed of that option too. It’s not like that’s even a priority anymore, though. The longer his blood flow remains cut off, the dumber he feels himself getting.
Perfect, Sunghoon thinks. Just as he wanted - dolls like him don’t need thoughts of their own. Sunoo just needs to quiet down and do as hyung expects of him.
Letting go off his leg, Sunghoon moves to envelop Sunoo's weeping cock with his long fingers, jerking him off, "Since, ah-" he speaks in broken words between his hard thrusts, "Since you've been so good- mmh, hyung will let you come."
Sunghoon accentuates his promise with sharp thrusts, punching out strangled gasps from Sunoo. The latter is reaching his breaking point, Sunghoon can tell. There's a dopey look in his hazy, crossed eyes, and spit drips from the corners of his pink mouth.
Leaning in to kiss him, Sunghoon sucks on Sunoo's tongue, hungrily swallowing his spit. Then, he feels it. The mind-numbing pain combined with the desperate need for release running through Sunoo’s body breaks out all at once in a torrent of pleasure. His hole tightens chokingly around Sunghoon’s cock, and his length pulsates wildly. Sunoo's cum spills all over Sunghoon's fingers and over his tummy in waves, with the latter making sure he's all emptied out.
Sunghoon pants, his sweaty forehead pressed against Sunoo's damp, tiny bangs, "Good boy, Sun," he breathes out, lifting his head and watching the boy through dark lashes. Within this proximity, he can count the freckles painted on his face. He notices the boy doesn't flinch a muscle and his eyes remain closed, so his hold on his neck loosens. He tilts his chin, "Sunoo?" Still, no response as his head returns limply into position.
Sunghoon curses, hard cock twitching needily inside Sunoo's unconscious body. Defiling his passed out boyfriend's body is basically a wet dream come true in his twisted mind. He can’t let the opportunity pass him.
Without hesitation, he starts fucking Sunoo with newfound ardour. He folds him into a mating press without worrying if it's too much for his fragile body, pounding into him selfishly as he chases his own release.
"Fuck, Sun. Ah, fuck, you're so cute," he speaks to Sunoo's unresponsive self, "You're the perfect little doll like this, shit," Sunghoon feels like his cock might explode with how aroused he is. Sunoo is the very definition of a fucktoy as his unconscious body gets used by Sunghoon as nothing more than a warm and wet fleshlight he gets to fill up with his cum.
He continues pounding into his boyfriend's small body, whispering incoherent praises against his lips. He kisses him forcefully as he, too, comes, flooding Sunoo's abused hole. He gasps as his soft cock slips out of the boy's warmth, dragging it across his entrance.
Sunghoon grunts as he struggles to sit up, his own body completely spent of all of his energy. He gently sets Sunoo's legs down and observes the damage he's done to him. His lips are bitten raw, there are salty streaks dried up on his cheeks and the gem has slipped off his face. There's cum pooling in the dip of his abdomen and even more dripping from his reddened hole.
Silently, Sunghoon grabs wet tissues from his bedside table and wipes Sunoo clean. He lifts the boy's tops up to his chest, leaning in to press gentle kisses to his tummy and hips, "So pretty," smooch, "You're so pretty, Noo. You were so good for me,” he insists, piling up more kisses to Sunoo’s pecs, gently grazing his teeth against his perky nipples.
He smiles at his sleeping boyfriend and covers them with the duvet, pulling Sunoo into his arms. A perfect fit, in his opinion. He entangles their legs and kisses Sunoo's cheeks one last time, before whispering, "With some more training, you'll become the perfect doll for hyung. You can’t wait, right? Heh," his tone is gentle as he speaks, but there's a darkness that Sunoo doesn't get to hear as he's lost in dreamland, "That’s right, cutie… Gonna fuck you into a dumb little toy. Love you, my Sunoo."