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su-ho threw beomseok into the wall, almost haphazardly as he trapped him between his arms. “you’re going to talk, and you’re going to explain to me why you’ve been acting like this.” su-ho demands, waiting for any sort of broken resolve.
beomseok pushed his arms away with what little strength that wasn’t already embarrassed out of him in front of his old bullies. “why should i tell you, huh..? you’re just going to brush over it and expect me to fall in line with si-eun and yeong-i, i know you will.”
su-ho lets out a sharp sigh, his brows furrowing as he presses him against the wall as he tried to walk off. this started a pushing match, ending with si-eun’s voice breaking through the huffing and yelling.
“it’s nothing, si-eun, take yeong-i back to my place.” su-ho stared back into those big, sad wet eyes, waiting for any sort of nod so he could properly deal with beomseok on his own. si-eun finally nods, grabbing yeong-i’s bicep and pulling her along, the girl in absolute disbelief. she wanted to stay, she wanted to defend herself.
once the two were gone, su-ho turned back to beomseok, grabbing him and pushing him into the karaoke room they were previously in. “what is up with you? why are you being so weird? you’ve been skipping lunch, you’ve been smoking, you’re not even wearing your glasses right now.” su-ho corners beomseok at the edge of the couch, trapping him against the wall again.
beomseok stares back up at him, his resolve slowly but surely breaking. he wanted to cave, crawl into su-ho’s arms and cry out, tell him how lonely he feels even with all of his new friends. “i’m fine, let me go.” his voice teeters on a sob.
“no, you’re not. we’re gonna sit in this room until you tell me what’s going on. im serious. this place doesn’t close for another 4 hours. start talking now.” su-ho told him, leaning in closer.
beomseok felt so meek below the latter, unable to escape from his surroundings. the pressure from su-ho’s sharp words was heavy, weighing on him like an anvil. “d-do you even know how lonely i’ve felt, these past couple of weeks? you leave me out of everything, su-ho. sure, it wasn’t intentional to begin with, but the m-more time and time went on, i started to believe that it was..”
su-ho stays quiet, his body relaxing a little as his heart skipped a beat. was he really doing this to beomseok? he wanted to lash out, tell the boy he was wrong about that, wrong about everything. why was he so lenient with si-eun, but never offered beomseok the same treatment. he sat down next to beomseok, reflecting on his actions as he slowly let out a sigh.
“you’re right, i have been a little harsh on you.. that was never my intention to begin with, however. i see how it appears like im being superficial with you, and i’m sorry for that, beomseok. but i need you to understand me too. shit, i work 2 jobs, on top of going to school, beom! just because i’m busy, doesn’t mean i’d rather be doing that than hanging out with you and si-eun.”
“also, stop stalking my instagram, im hardly active on it anyway.” that makes beomseok flush a bright pink, how did su-ho know? he never expected for it to go this way. su-ho was.. actually understanding and apologizing? to beomseok?
“i’ll try to be more understanding of your situation up in your head, and i ask that you be understanding of my physical one.” su-ho spoke softer this time, placing a hand on beomseok’s shoulder.
beomseok’s eyes are red rimmed and shiny, his upper lip quivering as he slowly dragged his eyes up to look at su-ho. “t-those guys.. i ended up in the hospital because of them, i wanted so b-badly for them to feel the same way i did..”
“they will, beomseok. it’s better to let the universe handle their karmic consequences. what if you get in trouble?” su-ho pats his head, beomseok breaking down at the sentence. oh, yeah. he had to go back home after all of this. to that bleak, cold and unforgiving home.
“beom, what’s wrong?” su-ho’s face contorted to one of worry as the male lunged forward, curling up at su-ho’s abdomen as he cried, and cried, and cried. su-ho was startled, gently placing his hands on his back as he rubbed softly, another hand at beomseok’s nape, combing through his wispy, jet black locks that were growing a little too long.
they sat like that for a while, beomseok burying his face into su-ho’s clothed abs. by the time beomseok’s cries were reduced to sniffles, su-ho’s shirt was drenched.
“l-let’s.. let’s get a hotel.. i don’t want to go back home..” beomseok spoke, su-ho wanting to protest until he saw the boy’s puffy eyes and nose, both mottled with blotches of red.
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su-ho didn’t really know why they were getting a hotel, but if going home really set off beomseok, he wasn’t going to let the boy anywhere near that place. su-ho could tell there was a hidden layer to beomseok, the boy who was so secretive about his home life. si-eun was too, after all, but si-eun never tried to hide the fact that both of his parents were simply hard workers who were hardly home. it didn’t mean that they didn’t love si-eun, and su-ho knew that.
beomseok, on the other hand, never brought up his family in a good light. any time they were mentioned, was because it was relevant to whatever conversation they were having. he always kept some sort of secrecy about his home life, and su-ho connects the dots as the sleeve of beomseok’s fresh hotel robe rides up, showing off a purple bruise around his wrist. it made su-ho’s stomach twist, in both anger and melancholy. how could anyone put their hands on their children?
“y-you can go shower now..” beomseok spoke, sitting at the edge of the bed as he kept himself covered up. su-ho nods, standing up.
as he stood under the shower head, he thought about a lot of different things, like he always does. classwork he was missing, the ever-creeping fear of having to drive too far out for a delivery, or about how pretty beomseok looked with that face.
su-ho shocks himself as that pops into his head, shaking the thought away. did su-ho have something for sad-looking, frail boys? he was comfortable in his sexuality as a straight man who has “experimented”, but holy hell, did their get him into a stupor. his cock twitched as he brushed all of it off, finishing up and stepping out to do his nightly routine.
he came back to beomseok on the bed, his back turned to su-ho. “beomseok, are you awake?” su-ho nudged the boy, who turned and looked at him. there it is again. “it’s not too late, i was going to grab some snacks from the store on the first floor, do you want to come with me?” su-ho asked, sitting down next to him.
beomseok sat up, looking over at suho and shaking his head. “then we’ll get some in the morning.” su-ho sat up against the bedframe, bringing beomseok closer to him with little to no resistance on the other end.
he let beomseok rest his head against his beating chest, running his hands through his hair like before.
“beomseok, your hair looks so pretty like this, don’t cut it.” su-ho tries to lighten the mood, watching as the boy turned to look at him, blinking and getting closer.
su-ho took a deep breath, licking his own lips as the two stared at each other. two teenage boys, in the same room during their peak hormonal cycles? it was bound to be disaster.
su-ho closes the distance between them, immediately pushing the latter down into the pillowy comforter. it turns into a biting match, seeing who could gnaw through the other’s lip first. beomseok hiccups at the back of his throat, into the kiss, and it brings su-ho to full mast.
su-ho drags his hands through beomseok’s robe, feeling his chest for a moment. huh, it felt a little puffy for a guy.. nonetheless he continued on, untying his robe with his one hand. he brings his hand down beomseok’s navel, feeling it jump and contract at his touch. his hand trails down further until he reels back from the kiss, dumbfounded by what he’s discovered.
beomseok’s cunt, pink and fluttering as the soft light of the hotel lamp highlights his fluids that are slowly staining the bed. su-ho’s nostrils flare as he sits there for a moment, blinking rapidly.
“..i-i’m sorry, su-ho, l-let’s stop, i didn’t mean to—“ beomseok is pushed back against the mattress as he tries to get up, su-ho’s expression turning into something indescribable. it’s carnal, in a way that makes beomseok clench and whine.
su-ho takes beomseok’s robe off completely, followed by his own. the curve of his toned muscles have the boy’s head fogged, unable to process that he’s about to have his virginity taken by his best friend.
su-ho brings his hand down again, pressing the pad of his thumb at beomseok’s clit, leaning down to suckle and kiss at his neck. beomseok no longer cares about what sounds he makes, letting out a cry as his legs twist at the feeling. su-ho can tell beomseok is a virgin from the way he contorts, making a promise to himself to go easy on him.. for at least the first twenty minutes.
this continues on for a while, su-ho’s long fingers playing in beomseok’s folds as the boy whines and cries, hickies littered across his chest and nipples. beomseok is crying already, rubbing his hand through su-ho’s hair as he’s overstimulated. “su-ho, p-please..!”
su-ho nods, finally pressing a finger into the boy to save him from his sweet torture. he takes him incredibly well, a second finger sliding in with just a little more effort.
soon enough, he’s working three fingers in and out of beomseok as their tongues tangle together, the boy beneath him bucking his hips and trying to chase his third orgasm. who knew kissing could he so arousing?
su-ho pulls away, his fingers rubbing at beomseok’s walls as the boy wails in pleasure. how great would it be to keep his fingers inside the boy at all times? su-ho pulls his fingers out, grabbing beomseok’s frail thighs and spreading them apart to slot himself between them.
beomseok looks down at su-ho’s cock, almost terrified of it. the tip was an angry red, veins ready to burst out of the side as he stroked himself. he looked up at su-ho, who nodded back at him, almost as if to say “i’ve got you, don’t worry.”
when su-ho finally starts to press inside, beomseok panics, his stomach heaving up and down as he looks to su-ho for any sort of relief. su-ho pays him no mind, continuing to push as beomseok’s breath hitches, the stretch and sting feeling like fire.
“p-please, wait..” beomseok spoke barely above a whisper, coughing and sobbing softly. su-ho stops for a moment, clearly unable to push any further. beomseok sighs in relief, looking up at the male. his relief is short lived as su-ho thrusts in too fast, tearing through his hymen as the boy cries out, finally sobbing and curling up.
it felt so invasive, and painful. does he really want to do this? su-ho hates him and only wants to torture him, this was all a ruse to hurt him. beomseok is stuck in his own thoughts as su-ho brings a hand up to his face, the boy snapping out of his thoughts. he hadn’t noticed that the boy above him stopped moving, his cock resting snugly inside of his wet cavern.
“nnh, s-su-ho, it h-hurts, it hurts so had..” beomseok leans into his hand, closing his eyes and hiccuping. “i know, i know.. it’ll be over in a while. just trust me, let yourself go..” su-ho speaks into his ear, beomseok clenching down hard against his own will. “h-holy fuck!” he curses, panting and looking down at where they connect.
“y-you’re so big, i-i didn’t think it would fit..” beomseok’s soft, deep voice made su-ho groan, pulling halfway out and looking down at his cock. there wasn’t much blood, that’s good.
“relax a little, yeah?” su-ho told him, beomseok nodding as he took a deep, shaky breath. “attaboy, look at you..” su-ho inhales sharply, slowly starting to thrust into him. he takes his hands into his, holding them as he builds up a rhythm.
beomseok is tight, incredibly tight as su-ho can already feel his orgasm coming. “you look so pretty like this, this is a good look on you.. fucked silly..” su-ho speaks, panting softly as he speeds up.
beomseok is unable to reply as his brain short circuits, leaving him a mess of slick. he cries, moans, whimpers, whines and just about makes every other sound possible. it’s almost feeling too good as he breaks down again, sobbing and wrapping his legs around su-ho.
the only thing on his mind at the moment is his future with su-ho. now that they’ve repaired their friendship, and are currently in the middle of fucking like animals, what was next? would su-ho want to date beomseok? would they have kids in the future? shit, he completely forgot. he never asked su-ho to put a condom on.
beomseok panicked before lust took over again, the boy tightening his legs around su-ho as he continued to thrust. he didn’t care anymore. any way he could have su-ho, he’d take it.
“holy shit..” su-ho pants out, groaning as his mind rakes through any and all possible excuses to not cum inside of beomseok. his halmeoni would be livid at the fact that he got someone pregnant, would she go as far as to kick him out? he groaned, his thrusts getting faster as beomseok got whinier. su-ho let his carnal lust take the wheel, his hips jackhammering at a breakneck pace into his cervix, opening it up to his womb. “f-fuck, beomie! take it, take it all!” he roared out, the boy’s legs trapping su-ho in place as he emptied himself inside of beomseok, fucking his seed as deep as it could go.
su-ho panted heavily, pulling out as he pulls beomseok’s hips upwards towards his face, hearing him whine out. su-ho watched as his hole fluttered around the shape of su-ho’s missing length, almost smiling as he spit at his folds. a little bit of his cum dribbled out, su-ho excited as he licked a stripe through his cunt, watching as beomseok squirmed and tried to get away.
soon enough, he was eating him out, the slick of his cunt mixing with his own seed as beomseok cried and sobbed from the over-sensitivity. if this was what made him sensitive, then he was gonna HATE the rest of the night.