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eric doesn't entirely remember when him and sunwoo started hooking up. he just remembers being drunk, too drunk to make any good decisions, and he'd laid eyes on sunwoo in the crowd somewhere, and next thing he knows, he's waking up in the older's bed, covered in bruises and teeth marks. it takes an elaborate story to convince his basketball team that he hadn't been jumped, but he also didn't want to tell them about sunwoo.
"i don't believe your story, eric. you totally fucked someone." jaehyun whispered in his ear post-practice, dragging juyeon along with him as they left the locker room.
eric didn't even try to argue at that point. it was pointless. jaehyun was too smart for eric to lie to, and he couldn't bring himself to lie to juyeon at all. so he settled for convincing the rest of the team to get them off his back. it didn't help that he'd started seeing sunwoo everywhere after that night. in the student union when he was grabbing lunch, in the library after pulling an all-nighter, or even in his own apartment building, which felt like borderline stalking.
it also didn't help that sunwoo was hot. enough to make eric trip on his own two feet when they locked eyes. and as much as eric tried to resist, he'd found himself in sunwoo's bed more often than he would've liked. to the point where he can practically feel the older's tongue piercing on his lips, hear the faint jingle of his ear piercings as he assaulted his neck. he could easily make out the way sunwoo smelled, the nicotine mixed with his versace eros cologne that always makes him dizzy. sunwoo was hot. and eric was a stupid, horny college athlete keeping him a secret.
"eric, are you with us?"
juyeon's voice takes him out of his thoughts, focusing back on the game in front of him. they're just barely in the lead, and eric can feel the sweat running down his back and he grimaces as he becomes too conscious of the feeling. he shakes his head, rolling his shoulders before focusing back on their coach's voice. they just need one more basket, one more half decent shot to win the game, which shouldn't be difficult, but with their current opponents, it's proving to be a challenge. even the taller members on his team were struggling, and when he looks at juyeon, the older is wiping his forehead with the front of his jersey before he turns to face eric. he nods and bumps his shoulder before they run back onto the court.
their timeouts never feel long enough to get a proper thought out, but with what their coach gave them, eric moves to his spot, knees bending slightly as he readies for the ball to reenter the court. everything goes by in a flash. one second he's watching juyeon running down the court with the ball, and they lock eyes before someone from the other team cuts him off and he makes a risky pass to jacob, who's standing just close enough to make a shot. the minute he jumps, the ball is snatched out of the air and eric's feet are moving before his mind has a chance to process. he chases after the guy, getting just under his feet to grab the ball. he nearly stumbles over his feet, catching himself at the last minute before passing to jaehyun.
he's racing back to the other side of the court, weaving through players to protect his own teammates. despite his height, eric was a decent player. he read plays quickly, his body responding faster than most and he's often the one running back and forth, chasing players and protecting his team. he stops short when jaehyun tumbles, the ball rolling out of bounds and the arena is shouting. eric's ears are ringing as he watches one of the opposing team members shout at jaehyun, profanities spilling out of his mouth before a referee pushes him back and towards his side of the court. jaehyun stands up slowly, lifting his shirt just enough. there's a red mark on his side, and eric can tell it's already bruising.
"what happened?"
"motherfucker elbowed me." jaehyun grumbled, brows furrowed in frustration as he dropped his shirt and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "fucks sake, we need to get it together."
"that's gonna bruise." juyeon muttered, touching jaehyun's side, in which the older responds with a sharp hiss and a slap to his wrist.
"yeah, if you poke it."
"sorry, sorry. are you okay to play?"
jaehyun huffed, blowing strands of hair out of his face before sending his nastiest look to the other team. "of course i am. i'm not sitting out over some elbow to the side. besides, we get a free throw now since they got a foul."
at the whistle, jaehyun receives the ball and they walk towards the hoop, standing in their respective spots. the guy who elbowed jaehyun is standing across from eric, staring him down, but eric is looking beyond him, ignoring the attempted intimidation. instead, his eyes fall onto a familiar face. all too familiar and his palms quickly grow sweaty.
sunwoo is sitting in the bleachers, waving to eric with a knowing smirk on his face. he leans over to the guy next to him, and eric turns his attention back to the court once the whistle blows again. jaehyun bounces the ball a couple times before shooting. the ball bounces off the backboard and falls to the ground, and the arena groans simultaneously. eric can hear the guy in front of him snorting, a nasty smirk on his face as he looks eric in the eye. eric is ready, as jaehyun bounces the ball and shoots again, the ball falling smoothly through the net and onto the ground. the crowd erupts into cheer and the game continues.
eric is too distracted at this point, but he forces himself to look away from sunwoo, to focus on the ball and the court. there's three minutes left until the game is over. he can make it, he can focus. he tells himself sunwoo is just a figment of his imagination, that the older boy is not staring him down from the bleachers as he steals the ball from the other team and runs down the court. he's weaving around players, his eyes on the hoop as it gets closer and closer, and he makes the split second decision to shoot. he watches, breath held and chest tight as the ball flies through the air and hits the backboard, falling through the net. his mind is too occupied to even process the points, feet taking him down the court once again as he moves to defend his own net.
the last thirty seconds feel like eternity, and eric is positioned just under the net, hands up and ready to block, but he doesn't need to. the same guy who shoved jaehyun is running at him, stopping at the three-point line and he throws. jaehyun is in his face in seconds, blocking the ball and sticking his tongue out as the buzzer sounds, and the bleachers erupt into cheers and shouts and eric finally lets out the breath he'd been holding.
"you asswipe, i'll kick your ass next season. just you wait." the guy spits acid in their direction and jaehyun laughs, obnoxiously loud and shrugs.
"sure. if you can get your hands on this ass to begin with." he makes a point of shaking his ass at the other team, earning him a scolding from the coach as she walks up to them.
eric's mind is wiped clean as they do their congratulatory walk with the opposing team before they file into the locker room. the smell of sweat and exhaustion doesn't go unnoticed as they rotate through the showers, rushing to get out and celebrate their win. eric is sitting on one of the benches in front of his locker as his teammates walk by him, light conversation filling the space around him. he closes his eyes for a moment, and images of sunwoo's face show up.
"hey eric." changmin pokes his shin with his toe. "who was that guy who waved to you?"
"huh?"
"oh, you mean kim sunwoo?" jaehyun butts in, pulling his shorts up before grabbing a clean t-shirt out of his bag. "the delinquent eric is in love with."
"no way—" "i'm not in love with him." him and changmin say at the same time.
jaehyun shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head before sitting down to put his sneakers on. "sure, whatever you say."
"i'm not fucking him."
changmin snorts from behind his locker door. "no one said you were. but thanks for letting us know."
eric reddens, groaning as he runs his hands down his face and gets up. jaehyun cackles as he throws the strap of his bag over his shoulder. juyeon appears beside him, his own bag around his shoulders, and jaehyun leans into him with an evil grin.
"you totally are."
"am not!"
he watches jaehyun take juyeon's hand in his own, waving their interlocked fingers in the air before announcing their departure. "sure eric, and juyeon doesn't lay under me every other night."
"jaehyun!" juyeon hisses, face bright red as he smacks the older in the chest. "what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"i do not tell lies, my love."
"and i will shove my foot so far up your ass if you don't get out of this locker room."
jaehyun's grin only grows and he pinches juyeon's cheek. "you're so hot when you're mad."
eric watches as juyeon drags him out of the locker room, grumbling as jaehyun tries to stifle his laughter. changmin laughs quietly beside him, closing his locker door and running a hand through his damp hair. "you know, it's okay if you are. fucking kim sunwoo, i mean. no one's gonna judge you."
"i'm not fucking kim sunwoo."
"if that helps you sleep at night. no one cares who you fuck and don't fuck, eric. if sunwoo is your type, great, go for it. i doubt the team cares what you do in your free time. jaehyun is an exception. he's... special."
changmin is right about jaehyun being special, but still eric can't help but roll his eyes in response, shrugging as he reaches into his locker for a towel. "i'm gonna go shower."
"sure." they walk around each other, before changmin calls his name. "i'll see you at practice."
by the time eric starts his shower, his entire team is gone. he takes his time then, in the peace and quiet, letting his mind wander. finally.
sunwoo is there. in his mind. his tongue piercing flashes briefly, the sudden taste of metal in his mouth making him flinch. he closes his eyes, and the phantom hands on his body make him sigh loudly. he can see sunwoo's smile, the mischievous grin that keeps pulling eric in, keeps him wanting more and more. he can hear the older's voice in his ear, pulling him in, leading him to his bed, where eric wakes up covered in marks and finger-shaped bruises on his skin. too many times had eric woken up covered in sweat, sunwoo's face invading his dreams and taunting him to the point where his hand is in his pants more often than he would like. he'd jerked off one too many times, with sunwoo's name falling pathetically past his lips before he tucks himself back in shamefully and hides under his blankets.
eric forces himself out of his thoughts once the water runs cold, sighing at the sight of his half hard-on. he groans, wrapping his towel around his waist and thinking of granny panties and sewer rats as he walks through the locker room to his belongings. he's rummaging through his bag when he hears the door open and close, laughing softly.
"did you forget something again, changmin-ah?"
"no, but i think you did."
eric freezes up, his muscles tense as he looks beyond his locker door. there stands kim sunwoo, in the flesh, arms crossed over his chest and hip jutting out obnoxiously. he's in his usual attire, the oversized hoodie and the baggy jeans, with his signature smirk and the knowing look in his eyes. eric notices the glint in his eyebrow, squinting as he spots a piercing, and he shudders.
"cat got your tongue?"
"how'd you get in here?"
sunwoo snorts, moving closer and eric feels the sudden need to cover up. he's too exposed like this, with a simple piece of fabric covering up all his junk, and he's suddenly too self-conscious, too self-aware of how his body is reacting. and he hates it.
"the door was open, stupid." sunwoo is in his space now, just far enough that eric can still breathe right, but enough that the younger has his guard up completely. "now, are you avoiding me?"
"no."
"liar."
eric tenses up again, and he's pressed against the lockers. he watches sunwoo reach over, closing his locker for him before snorting. he's amused, head tilting side to side as he stares eric down with the intense look in his eyes. there's something dark behind his irises, something that has eric's breathing shaky, but also turned on, and he's more upset at how his body easily betrays his mind.
"am not."
"you were good out there."
"didn't know you liked basketball." eric mutters, trying to keep his cool while obviously burning under sunwoo's gaze. "i thought you hated coordinated school events."
"i do—" he begins, sitting down on the bench behind him. he slouches, legs spread out as he leans back on his arms. "but i wanted to see you. not sure if you wanted to see me though. you seem disappointed."
eric's mouth is dry. he's not quite sure how to respond to that, considering he had been avoiding sunwoo, despite his body screaming for the older's touch.
"are you disappointed, youngjae?"
"don't—" eric lets out a shaky gasp. no one really calls him by his korean name. sunwoo had discovered it on accident when peeking at eric's student dashboard, and he'd been holding it over eric's head ever since. "don't call me that."
"what? your name?"
"don't. you know i don't like it."
"liar. come here."
"no."
"eric. come here."
sunwoo is reaching for him, and eric tries to avoid his grasp. fingers curl around his towel and he's left with two choices; move and let the towel fall and expose him, or comply with sunwoo's actions. and he chooses the latter for his own already crumbling sanity. sunwoo pulls him close, and eric finds himself standing between the older's legs, trying not too look down.
"eric."
"no."
"youngjae."
"stop."
sunwoo chuckles, his hands settled on eric's hips and he squeezes lightly, though his touch burns eric's skin and he gasps quietly. sunwoo only chuckles again, his hands roaming over the younger's torso and he hums in approval. "what's got you so worked up today? you won, didn't you?"
eric bites his lip to stay silent, his eyes looking anywhere but at the older or his endlessly traveling hands. he closes his eyes instead, pretending that sunwoo isn't there, that he's someone else that he's been wanting to hook up with. the thought doesn't work, considering sunwoo is the only one he's been wanting to hook up with as of recent. he groans, and sunwoo lets out a content hum as his fingers stop just above where the towel is now loosely wrapped around eric's waist.
"look at you, you poor thing." sunwoo coos, his tone mischievous and making fun of him. "you're fighting so hard for no reason." he stands up, pushing eric back until he's pressed against the lockers. sunwoo's hands are on the towel, gripping tight and eric's breath catches in the back of his throat. he's dizzy, looking away and clearing his throat trying to wipe away any thoughts threatening to plague his mind.
"what do you want, sunwoo?"
"i should ask you that. what do you want? i know, and i know you know. will you tell me?"
"no."
one of sunwoo's hands trails up towards eric's jaw, tapping against his chin and eric can feel the impatience growing. "eric-ah, look at me."
he shakes his head, too stubborn for his own good. his body has long betrayed him, and he knows there's a tent in his towel, and he knows sunwoo knows, and neither of them acknowledge it. yet. he closes his eyes again, teeth digging into his bottom lip and tugging at the skin.
"youngjae-ah, look at me, pretty. look at me." sunwoo's breath is hot on his skin, lips brushing over the shell of his ear, and eric stifles a whine. "come on, baby. eyes on me. be good, youngjae."
eric wants to cry and fall to his knees. his legs are weak, and any more from the older is gonna make him fall over like a house of cards in the wind. everything in him is screaming, fighting over whether or not he wants to shove sunwoo away and run, or beg sunwoo to touch him more and make him cry in more ways than one. he's so dizzy with want, so stubborn and unwilling to cooperate, even if it mean making his own life harder.
"youngjae. be good. you can be good, right? i thought we had an agreement?" sunwoo starts up again, thick, full lips mouthing at the side of his neck and eric is one more faulty electric line from spontaneously combusting. "youngjae. be a good boy. look at me, baby."
a strangled cry from the younger's lips has them both freezing out of shock. eric's eyes are wide as he finally looks at sunwoo, his face on fire as he watches the older try to piece together where that sound came from. slowly, he watches sunwoo's face change from shock to amusement, anad he grips eric's jaw tight.
"youngjae," he starts, whispering against his lips. "did you just have a dry orgasm?"
eric chokes out a pathetic sob and sunwoo laughs against his mouth. there's tears streaming down his face and sunwoo kisses his cheek softly, wiping them away before he's kissing eric hard. the younger finally melts against him, hands reaching out to hold onto the older's shoulders as he kisses sunwoo back desperately. he can feel the playful smirk grow on his face, can feel the metal on his tongue against his teeth, and he whimpers, his tongue running over the piercing before they're both pulling away.
"look at you, you poor thing. are you that worked up? i barely touched you."
"shut up. please." eric hisses, pulling sunwoo back into a kiss, rough and full of teeth and tongue as he fights to push his own tongue past sunwoo's lips. the older lets him do as he pleases for a moment, before his grip on eric's jaw tightens and he's forcing his mouth open, smirking against his lips as he pants.
"you can speak to me nicer than that. come on, youngjae. we've talked about this. use your manners."
"s-sorry."
"what do you say, youngjae?"
eric shudders, and the grip on his jaw turns into a grip on his throat. his breath hitches, and he can feel the expanse of sunwoo's palm against his adam's apple. there's no pressure, but sunwoo's hand just sits there. a reminder of what could be if eric doesn't behave.
"i-i'm sorry."
"for what?"
"for being rude. 'm sorry, sunwoo. please touch me. please."
sunwoo laughs, the kind of evil laugh that makes eric's dick stand up straight, loosening the towel around his waist even more. his v-line is more prominent than before, the faint happy trail visible and his eyes travel down for a moment, catching sunwoo's eyes tracing said trail until his fingers grab the towel. he pulls it off, dropping it to the ground before he's laughing again.
"do you deserve to be touched, youngjae?"
"yes— no. no, i don't. i'm sorry, please. please, i'll be good. please touch me, sunwoo. pleaseplease."
sunwoo's other hand falls from his throat, and he steps back, sitting on the bench again. he leans on his arms again, staring at eric, amused. he motions with his head, quirking a brow. "yeah? convince me, then."
eric is on his knees in seconds, face a deep red and he squeezes his hands into fists in his lap, wedging himself in between sunwoo's legs. he reaches up tentatively, unzipping sunwoo's jeans and tugging at the denim with a whine. sunwoo lifts his hips enough to get his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out and rest against his abdomen. eric has to bite the inside of his cheek to contain the moan that sits on the tip of his tongue, dropping his hands back to his lap and balling them into fists again. he leans forward, eyes wide and pupils blown with the desperation to please. he presses kitten-like kisses to the tip of sunwoo's cock, earning a sharp inhale from the other. he looks up at sunwoo, meeting his eyes. he's staring down at eric expectantly, waiting for the younger to get on with it. eric focuses back on the task at hand, kissing the tip again before sticking his tongue out to swirl it around the head. there's precome starting to coat his lips already, and eric lets his jaw go slack, tongue falling flat as he takes sunwoo into his mouth.
sunwoo isn't necessarily gigantic, he's decently sized that eric is still sobbing and split open each time sunwoo shoves him into his pillows. he knows how to use his cock, how to break eric open like a walnut, watch all the small pieces fall into his palms when the younger is spent and babbling into the sheets like a broken doll. and right now, he's watching eric bob his head, taking his cock like a champ, like the cock slut that he was, even if he refused to admit it. and sunwoo was okay with that, with keeping eric's obsession with him a secret, if it meant he was the only one who got to see him on his knees like this.
"well?"
eric whines, the sound reverberating against the shaft sitting in his mouth. his tongue is flat, pressed against the underside of sunwoo's cock as he moves his head, cheeks hollowed and he lets out a muffled gag when he feels the tip hit the back of his throat. he pulls out just a bit, enough for his lips to form an almost suction around the head, and he sucks, pulling a groan out of the older. it satisfies eric, his eyes lighting up with a sort of happiness, and he mewls when there's a hand in his hair, forcing his head back down.
"come on, youngjae. you can do better than that. remember what i taught you?"
eric tries to nod, tries to respond with the grip in his hair and the intrusion in his mouth, but he only feels drool pool past his lips and run down his chin. he shudders, eyes fluttering shut as he bobs his head, taking more of sunwoo until his sharp nose is pressed against the older's pelvis. his eyes are swelling with tears, the salty droplets spilling down his cheeks and dropping onto his lap. sunwoo keeps his hold on his head, his grip tightening as he forces more of himself down eric's throat, earning him a muffled moan.
"do i have to retrain you? you were doing so well before? you can take it. i know you can."
eric whines in response, and sunwoo thrusts up into his mouth, holding his head down with a smirk on his face. he pushes eric's hair back as he fucks up into his mouth, shallow thrusts forcing gags and moans out of the younger as he digs his nails into his thighs and takes it. sunwoo's cock is pressed against the back of his throat, and eric looks up at the older, pleading through glassy eyes. sunwoo just laughs, and eric, full to the brim with shame and determination, sits upright and plants his palms on sunwoo's knees to hold himself in place. with furrowed brows, he chances a glance at the older before his eye are crossed and he's staring down at the cock in his mouth. he reaches back, grabbing sunwoo's hand and prying the fingers out of his hair, though sunwoo slaps his hand away and his grip returns.
"be good."
eric hisses, muffled, and he bobs his head again. there's purpose to his movements now, as he's determined to please the older boy and get what he wants in return. he takes all of sunwoo with his throat relaxed, pulling back to lick at the tip and swirl his tongue, drool mixing with the excessive amount of precome leaking out. sunwoo groans above him, head thrown back as he keeps a hand on eric's head to keep the younger in place, and he mutters something that eric doesn't catch. instead, the younger runs his tongue along the curve of sunwoo's cock, focusing his attention on the tip. he's desperate to make sunwoo come, to please the older boy, despite his previous attempts at avoiding him. he refuses to come to terms with the fact that sunwoo can easily get him on his knees like this, a whimpering, whining mess covered in drool, spit, and other bodily fluids.
"fuck, eric. i'm close—"
it spurs eric on. he's taking sunwoo down his throat again, moving his head fast and making sure to emphasize his sounds, relishing in every groan and moan and heavy breath sunwoo lets out. the grip in his hair is unbelievably tight, his roots aching, but the pain is dull and it only makes eric go faster, determination set on his face and he feels sunwoo twitch beneath him before his head is being forced down fully. his nose is buried in the other's pelvis, in the neatly trimmed hairs at the base as hot liquid spills down his throat and he gags. he tries everything in his power to keep it all in his mouth, but sunwoo is still holding him down, his thrusts slowing down as he comes down from his high.
finally, he pulls eric off, his come dripping out the corners of the younger's mouth and sunwoo leans down to keep his mouth closed.
"swallow."
and he does. he swallows everything, and sticks his tongue out to show sunwoo he did. the older smiles contently, and gives eric a minute to regain himself. the younger is a mess; red nail indents in his thighs, hair sticking up every which way, cheeks flushed and drool running down his chin. his eyes are half open, and he looks so gone that sunwoo leans down and taps his cheek to get his attention.
"you okay?"
"mhm."
"positive?"
"positive."
"do you want to continue?"
"yes please."
eric is pliant, like putty in his hands when sunwoo pulls him to his feet and presses him into the lockers again. he kisses him, softly this time, and he can taste himself on the other's tongue. his teeth graze over eric's lips, biting and tugging and letting his tongue slip past and run over his teeth. eric lets him do as he pleases, tilts his head back and to the side for sunwoo to latch onto his neck, leaving trails of deep bruises from his jaw to the top of his chest.
"you're gorgeous, youngjae. has anyone ever told you that?"
"only you."
"yeah?"
eric nods, his hands moving to hold sunwoo's hair and he pulls the older up into another kiss, feverish and full of desperation. "sunwoo—" he gasps into his mouth, lips parted and breaths heavy. "please. i need you. i can't wait anymore. please, i've been so good. i won't avoid you anymore. i won't lie about you anymore. swear it. pleaseplease—"
sunwoo groans lowly, pulling away to take his hoodie off, dropping it onto the bench behind him before, and eric sucks in a deep breath. sunwoo isn't as muscular as eric or his teammates, but he's lean and there's some form to him. his skin is tan, soft with the occasional small scar or mole that eric traces over with his fingers absentmindedly. his eyes travel, catching the glint of his belly piercing, a silver cross tangling against his skin, and he can feel sunwoo's eyes on him.
"you should get one, youngjae."
"can't."
sunwoo hums, running his hands across eric's torso, his lips following with wet, open-mouthed kisses and faint marks, like a bread crumb trail. eric feels himself slipping against the lockers, knees weak and sunwoo keeps one hand on his chest and one on his hip, holding him up as he continues his assault. he stops at eric's stomach, kissing just above and below his belly button before leaving bruises on his hips. eric's cock is smushed in between them, fiery red and leaking, begging to be touched, but he waits patiently.
"look at you, waiting so patiently."
"'m sorry."
sunwoo stands upright again, ghosting a finger over the underside of eric's cock, the younger shivering and whimpering softly against his hold. his hands trail back, resting on the tops of eric's asscheeks before squeezing the supple flesh. he stares at eric, takes in his face and the fresh marks littering his skin.
"have you touched yourself today?"
"no."
"are you lying?"
"no."
sunwoo quirks a brow, reaching behind eric to open his locker. he rummages through the younger's bag, fishing out a small bottle of lube with a laugh. eric reddens, head hung in shame, though sunwoo forces him to look up, finger under his chin as he shakes his head.
"don't be embarrassed. think of it like this. you were preparing for me. you thought about me, despite your desperate need to avoid me. i still plague your mind, and you feel the need to carry lube around in case i find you and fuck you three ways to sunday. yeah? nod for me, youngjae."
eric nods.
" say 'yes, sunwoo.'"
"y-yes, sunwoo."
"good boy."
sunwoo kisses his cheek and smoothes his hair back before opening the bottle and pouring a generous amount on his fingers. eric turns around, chest pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, and sunwoo runs his non-lubed hand down the expanse of his back, admiring the scatter of moles and gentle skin. he leans down, kissing the back of eric's shoulder as his hand slides down to spread eric open, one finger pressing against his rim before he pushes it in. eric gasps, pressing his forehead into the lockers with his eyes shut, and sunwoo keeps kissing his shoulder, down to his mid-spine, and back up to his shoulders. he manages to get his finger in fully, dragging it against eric's walls slowly, and eric nearly convulses in his hold, cursing under his breath.
"good. you're doing so good, youngjae."
"more."
"what do you say, youngjae?"
eric shudders, his legs subconsciously spreading more to give sunwoo more space. "please. i want more."
sunwoo nods against his back, head resting against his shoulder as he watches eric suck a second finger in. it's filthy, how easily sunwoo is able to push a second finger in so soon, how easily he's able to fuck the digits in and out of the younger and curl them up. he presses the pads of his fingers against his prostate, and eric chokes back a moan.
"please. more. sunwoo. please."
it takes a few minutes before sunwoo is adding a third finger, and eric is struggling to find something to hold onto, choking on his own gasps as sunwoo curls his fingers and presses into his prostate each time. there's heat building in eric's abdomen, like a volcano ready to erupt and he can feel his legs shaking. he wants to come, so badly, and he can feel his cock dripping, making a mess on the floor as it weeps from neglect. but eric wants to come on sunwoo's cock, wants to be split open and sobbing as he feels the rush of his high. and so he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, forcing himself to hold back despite all the neurons in his body firing.
"youngjae, are you close?"
"m-mhm.... can't... wanna come with you in me... don't wanna come yet.."
"yeah? you've been waiting for me this whole time?" sunwoo's fingers are gone, pulling out of eric in a flash and the younger nearly collapses from the sudden emptiness and he can feel his hole gaping, ready to be filled.
sunwoo drops his jeans and boxers down, enough to get his cock out and he pours a ridiculous amount on himself before dropping the bottle back in eric's locker and shutting the door. he jerks himself off a couple times before he holds eric up with one hand pressed against the small of his back. the pressure forces eric's. back to arch, ass out and ready and sunwoo uses his other hand to spread him open again, lining himself up before the tip of his cock is pushing against the ring of muscles that easily sucks him in.
"fuck, eric. you're practically swallowing me up. s-shit..."
eric relishes in the sound, the nearly broken groan that comes out of sunwoo's mouth. in one quick, hard thrust, sunwoo bottoms out, and eric sees stars, his head bumping into the lockers and he twitches. sunwoo doesn't wait, fucking into eric relentlessly, with abandon, and eric is quickly reduced to sobs and stuttered gasps and moans that bounce off the walls. sunwoo's thrusts are perfectly timed, hitting deep each time he bottoms out, and he groans each time eric's body shakes in response. he watches the way the younger's thighs quake, the way he struggles to hold himself up, and while sunwoo could help, he enjoys the sight more.
he eventually takes pity on him, a bruising grip on eric's hips as he holds him up and fucks into him ruthlessly and with the need to come. eric is a stuttering, mumbling mess of nonsense, lips parted and eyes rolled back into his head as he cries. eric's always been a crier, always easy to reduce to tears, but this was something else. this was a feeling of sunwoo so deeply buried inside of him that his mind ceases to function, his fingers are grasping at air, and he's lost the ability to speak and hold himself up.
"do your teammates know you sob like this on my cock, youngjae-ah?"
eric shakes. he knows jaehyun knows. jaehyun knows everything. he's sly like that.
"j-jaehyun... jaehyun knows."
"of course jaehyun knows." sunwoo smirks against his ear. "but i'm sure he doesn't know exactly how you look, yeah? no one knows this side of you, youngjae. except for me."
there's a possessive lilt in his tone, and the grip on his hips tightens even more, pressing into his hips bones. it sends butterflies into eric's stomach, the feeling making him queasy for a moment before he nods.
"o-only you... only you."
"good. i hope your teammates never see you like this. because this—" he motions to eric, the sweat-covered ragdoll of a body beneath him. "this is all mine. and i don't take kindly to sharing."
"are-are you asking me out...?"
sunwoo bites exceptionally hard at the sharp edge of his jaw. "would you like me to?"
"d-dunno.."
sunwoo's pace begins to turn erratic, inconsistent, and eric's own stomach twists in knots. the pressure is building deep within his belly and he's aching all over. itching to come. sunwoo is grunting in his ear, whispering profanities and encouragements and calling eric by his name to the point where the younger is reaching back and holding onto his head to keep him close.
"'m close, eric. shit... 'm close."
"m-me too... please.."
with the smallest ounce of strength, eric pushes back against sunwoo's thrusts, their movements uncoordinated and it only spurs them on more. sunwoo slows down to thrust harder, his movements more pronounced and targeting eric's prostate each time. it only takes a few until eric is coming, screaming sunwoo's name as he throws his head back. sunwoo doesn't stop, however, his thrusts even more erratic until he's spilling inside the younger with his teeth digging into his shoulder. they both ride it out, sunwoo's thrusts becoming more shallow until his hips finally stop and eric lets himself breathe. he collapses back against the older boy, the post-orgasm shaking making his body twitch.
slowly, sunwoo pulls out, groaning under his breath as he watches his come spill out. he curses under his breath, bending down to grab eric's forgotten towel, cleaning up the mess on the floor before he helps eric onto the bench.
"are you okay?"
eric nods, though his eyes are unfocused and he's panting like a dog.
"youngjae. eric. are you with me, baby?"
"yes."
sunwoo leans down to kiss him, gentle and soft as his fingers run through the sweaty hair and he laughs softly. "i ruined your shower, didn't i?"
"it's okay. i was gonna come to you anyway."
"yeah?"
eric nods again, flushed at his own admittance but he couldn't lie anymore. sunwoo kisses him again, and eric can never forget the taste of metal in his mouth, the clanking of his teeth against the piercing as it rubs against his canines when sunwoo drags his tongue along his teeth. he loves it. loves the feeling, and while he'll never verbally admit it to sunwoo, he knows the older boy can tell, too good at reading eric's body language.
eric remains on the bench as sunwoo puts his clothes back on, rummaging through eric's bag again to find the younger's clothes. he helps eric into his boxers, then his sweats, before raising his arms and pulling a t-shirt over his head. he kisses the top of his hair before grabbing his jaw, gentle this time, and tilts his head up. he leans down to kiss him again.
"would you like to get dinner with me at some point this week, sohn youngjae?"
eric can't help the snort, standing up and bumping their foreheads together before he walks around the older to pack up his bag. sunwoo waits for him by the door, and eric quickly checks his surroundings, making sure there's nothing left to hint at any sort of filth happening in his team's absence.
"well?"
"well what?" eric asks as they walk out, sunwoo leading the both of them out of the arena and outside, where the cool air hits eric right in the face and he shudders.
"would you like to get dinner?"
"only if you stop calling me youngjae."
"can't." sunwoo shrugs. "is that a dealbreaker?"
eric sighs. he tries to be mad, but he can't. not at sunwoo. not when his name sounds so endearing coming from the older. not when it makes his dick twitch in his pants, but he quickly clears his brain of any thoughts.
"for you? no."