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Sieun doesn't know what came over him - well he does, he'd just much rather feign ignorance.
What started as a morning like any other soon turned to hushed whines and abandoned clothes, for no other reason than Ahn Suho. Sieun remembers the feel of Suho's lips on his neck, the rough pads of his fingers brushing against his side - sure, it was a dream, but god, it felt so real.
The wetness between his thighs was enough evidence and Sieun knows he should be embarrassed - ashamed, Suho is his best friend after all, yet he can't help the feeling that pools in his lower stomach, his fingers twitching to trail lower to the heat between his legs.
"Fuck- Suho," Sieun's breathy moans fill his quiet room, his hips rolling frantically against the pillow lodged between his legs; it's not quite enough but he can't stop himself, it feels so good. The thought of it being Suho instead driving him further into insanity. He ruts his hips down harder and the drag of his clit against the rough fabric draws a long moan from his mouth, choking back a gasp at the delicious friction.
"Yes, yes, fuck just like that, Suho. Please..." He's too far gone and he knows it, but he just can't stop.
His left hand grips his sheets, knuckles turning white while his right hand grasps the plush object clamped between his quivering thighs. The rolls of his hips never falter, only grinding with more desperation, the friction leaving his mouth a watering, blabbering mess. One roll of his hips has his clit dragging against the pillow so good he's almost in tears, chanting Suho's name like a mantra, so desperate he fails so hear the click of the front door closing and the footsteps drawing closer to his room.
"Sieun-ah, you didn't answer so I let myself in, I hope you don't mind- oh." Suho freezes in his tracks, his feet planted in the doorway of Sieun's room as his eyes rake over the view before him; a flushed half naked Sieun humping his pillow like a dog in heat.
And the best part? He's moaning his name.
It appears it takes Sieun a few seconds to register he's no longer alone, thrashing to hide his lower half, but it's too late, and the pillow discarded next to him adorned with a large wet patch is enough to give away what was happening even if Suho hadn't seen.
Sieun looks mortified, his face crimson red and tears in his eyes; he wants to defend himself, make up an excuse, anything that might rid him of his embarrassment, try to convince Suho he saw wrong but nothing comes out, he can only stare at his friend in horror, his mouth agape.
"S-suho, I can explain- I didn't- I wasn't-" Sieun doesn't even know what to say. He's already running through all the ways Suho is going to yell at him, tell him he hates him and never wants to speak to him again, but it never comes. He's instead met with the gentle touch of Suho's hand, his thumb stroking over his cheek softly.
"God, you're beautiful like this," Sieun only manages a choked whine, eyes screwing shut as Suho continues the gentle caress of his thumb against his flushed skin, catching a stray tear in the process. He hadn't even noticed Suho had joined him on the bed, too lost in thought.
"So good for me, aren't you baby? Moaning my name so pretty. Tell me, what do you want?"
He can't believe this is happening - he's half convinced he's still dreaming though he's snapped out of his thoughts when Suho speaks again, his voice low in his ear. "Sieun-ah. Look at me. What do you want?"
Suho stares at him with darkened eyes as the younger peers up at him through his wet lashes, voice broken when he says "You. I want you."
That's all it takes for Suho to finally close the gap between them, pressing his lips firmly against Sieun's and they're just like he dreamed they'd be, maybe even better. Sieun doesn't give himself time to overthink, hurriedly pressing his lips back against the latter as his hand finds it's way into Suho's hair, tugging lightly and enticing a groan from the boy.
He still can't believe this is happening, his best friend kissing him with so much need, his tongue swiping along his bottom lip and sliding it into his mouth with ease.
Their tongues meet with no battle for dominance, Sieun giving in without hesitation, licking into Suho's mouth and whining when Suho sucks on the wet muscle. He feels like he might actually cry when Suho pulls away, both boys gasping for air. Though the older wastes no time connecting his lips to Sieun's jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his neck until he reaches a spot just above his collarbone, nibbling at the skin and drawing a gasp from Sieun's swollen lips.
"A-ah, Suho!" Sieun can feel the smirk against his skin and Suho takes it as a sign to continue, pulling Sieun's shirt aside to reveal more skin, leaving kisses along his shoulder.
"Baby, can I take this off?" Suho's fingers dance under the hem of Sieun's shirt, barely grazing the skin of his waist and Sieun nods quickly.
"Yes. Please,"
His shirt is gone in one swift motion, leaving him bare in front of the other, his cover doing a poor job of covering his lower half and Suho is more than delighted, hands and eyes already memorising the curves of Sieun's body glowing in the morning sun.
"You're beautiful. So pretty, just for me,"
Sieun is quite sure he looks wrecked already, and the way Suho is looking at him half confirms it - a mix of adoration and lust as he gazes at the boy in front of him.
His hands stop on the flesh of Sieun's hips, turning him around so he sits between his legs, his back pressed against his firm chest. He moves his hands to rest on his lower stomach, fingers drumming against the soft skin. Sieun squirms in his hold, whining for Suho to hurry up and do something; he's still sensitive from earlier - and a little frustrated that he didn't get to finish, but he stops caring the moment he feels a face nuzzle into the side of his neck, soft kisses pressed against the skin.
"Hyung will make you feel so good, baby."
A hand is suddenly tilting his face up, and Sieun's breath catches in his throat when he meets his own eyes in the reflection of the full length mirror opposite him, set up a few feet away from his bed. "I want you to watch me ruin you, Sieun-ah," They meet each other's eyes in the reflection, before Sieun's flutter closed when Suho's hand finally meets where he needs him most.
Suho's large hand cups Sieun's mound and his fingers spread him apart, and Sieun can't contain the whine that crawls up his throat, choking back a moan when Suho's finger brushes his sensitive clit.
"Oh baby, you're soaked," He wants to hide away but Suho holds his thighs open, drinking in the sight of his exposed pussy, and Sieun doesn't know how much patience he has left. He rolls his hips up in search of more friction but Suho catches the action, delivering a slap to Sieun's heat.
"Be good Sieun-ah."
Oh he's fucked. He's not going to survive this with the way he's already dripping and Suho hasn't even really touched him yet.
He finally feels some relief again when Suho returns his hand to his sensitive bud, drawing lazy circles on the bundle of nerves before dragging his finger through his folds until it meets his hole, clenching in anticipation. He only teases the tip in at first, loving the sight of the boy squirming between his legs, begging for more.
"Open," Suho brings his fingers to Sieun's plush lips and pushes them in, watching in delight as Sieun closes his mouth around them, sucking on the digits. He swirls his tongue around the intrusion, coating them with his saliva and Suho groans when his eyes meet Sieun's through the reflection - it's so lewd and Suho's almost tempted to change his plans - spend the day fucking the pretty boys face instead, but he decides it can wait for another day.
He finally shows some mercy on the poor boy, leaving behind a trail of saliva as he moves his hand to meet Sieun's core, slipping a finger into his fluttering hole. He gives him a moment to adjust to the new feeling before slipping a second in alongside the other.
They move slowly at first, easing the other into the feeling before he curls them and Sieun's head falls back onto his shoulder, a breathy moan breaking the silence. "Oh my god, Suho- fuck," He's now panting into Suho's neck, the pace of the latter's fingers increasing. He curls them just a little more and Sieun is seeing stars, his moans growing in volume and he can't help the roll of his hips fucking down onto Suho's fingers.
"Look at yourself, love. Look how you fall apart for me," Suho's wearing a proud smirk and his free hand comes up to adjust Sieun's head, turning his face to look at his reflection and Sieun whimpers at the sight.
His hair is a mess and he can see the faint blotches starting to bloom on his neck, then he finally lets his gaze land on the hand between his legs - he doesn't think he's ever noticed how big Suho's hands are until now, when his fingers are drilling into him at a rapid pace.
He tries to shield his face away in Suho's neck again, but Suho's fingers quickly find their place in his hair, tugging his head up and holding it in place, giving him no choice but to observe his vulgar reflection.
"I told you to watch," Sieun shivers at the way Suho's breath fans over his ear as he speaks and his pace isn't faltering, still curling his fingers into his sweet spot and Sieun can feel the pressure building in his stomach.
"S-suho, I'm so close please don't stop. Please!" There are tears streaming down his face, his big eyes gleaming and Suho wishes he could take a photo, and he ignores the way he feels his cock twitch in his pants.
The palm of his hand brushes up against Sieun's clit every so often and all Sieun can do is sit there and take it, choking on his moans. "W-wait- ah- Suho it f-feels weird-" Sieun barely manages to finish his sentence before his whole body is spasming, his release squirting out around Suho's fingers and his eyes roll back, his mouth forming the perfect 'o'.
"Holy shit, Sieun-ah, that's it come for me, baby," Suho hasn't stopped his ministrations, working Sieun through his high and Sieun nearly screams at the abuse to his sweet spot, his thighs shaking violently and clamping around Suho's hand. It's too much but Sieun can't get enough, and he whines at the emptiness when Suho pulls his hand away from his heat. And just when Sieun thinks that's all, his hand is back to holding his legs open, and then,
Slap
Suho's hand collides with Sieun's spent pussy, the boy yelping into Suho's neck. "Sieun-ah, do you think about me when you touch yourself like this? Bet you look so pathetic begging for me," Sieun does nothing but whimper.
Slap
"I asked a question, Sieun. Have you dreamt of this as much as I have?" He lands a slap on Sieun's clit and he cries out once more, trying to squirm away from the contact.
"Y-yes, dreamt about you this morning Suho," He seems satisfied with the answer, large hands dragging slowly up his body, stilling when they find his waist.
"You did so well for me baby. So perfect," He presses a few kisses so the side of Sieun's head, then pressing a soft kiss to his lips when Sieun turns to face him, his cheeks still wet with the remnants of his tears.
"Suho... " Sieun whimpers as he leans in to connect their lips, his hand coming up to pull him closer by the back of his neck, straddling his lap. "Suho, please. Need you to fuck me,"
Suho pulls away from the kiss, eyes searching Sieun's face for any sign of hesitation but his eyes are practically begging.
"Baby, are you sure?" Sieun can't stress enough how badly he wants him, his hips already grinding down onto Suho's crotch, hissing when the rough material of his jeans rubs against his sensitive bud, and so Suho's hands are on his waist in seconds, flipping him onto his back and caging him between his strong arms. He doesn't wait for Sieun's complaints, pulling his shirt over his head and hurriedly removing his pants and boxers and oh my god - Sieun nearly comes just from the sight.
Suho is big. He kind of expected it really, Suho being bigger than him in general - and yeah okay, so he's peeped at Suho in grey sweatpants before, sue him - but this is different, he's here in front of him, bare and so painfully hard he could cry.
"Suho-yah, stop teasing," Sieun is about to sob as Suho drags the tip of his cock through his slick folds, gliding over his clit before dragging it back down to his hole, and he repeats the action a few times, smirking at Sieun's pout.
"Come on Sieun, beg for it, put that pretty mouth to use." Sieun wants to wipe that cocky smirk of his face so bad, but he also really wants Suho to fuck him already, so begrudgingly he begs him, and with a satisfied smile Suho finally presses the head of his cock to Sieun's entrance.
Suho's only slid a few inches in and Sieun's eyes are in the back of his head, gasping at the stretch. "Good boy, Sieun-ah. You're taking me so well," The way Sieun clenches around him doesn't go unnoticed, the smirk quickly returning to his face. "Hm, you like it when I call you a good boy, baby? Your pussy is made for me love, so good for me,"
"Hyung, deeper." Suho nearly came.
"Shit- okay, just breathe for me baby," Sieun feels like he's being split open in the best way possible, his legs opening wider in invitation. "That's it, good boy," He's bottomed out inside Sieun now, his walls squeezing him so good and Sieun clenches a few times, pulling a low groan from the other.
"You can move, hyung."
Suho starts slow, being careful not to hurt the other boy but it doesn't take long before he's picking up his pace, thrusting his full length into him. Sieun feels like he's in heaven, his head thrown back against the pillow and nails clawing at Suho's back, probably hard enough to leave marks; he knows he's probably being too loud when Suho speeds up, fucks into him harder but he can't find it in him to care, Suho's cock is drilling into him and it feels amazing.
"Suho, it's so big- fuck, hyung - oh god," Suho now has his knees pressed to his chest, his cock hitting all the right places and Sieun can't think of anything but Suho. He releases a string of whimpers, Suho's name falling from his mouth one after another. The room is filled with nothing but their shared moans and the lewd squelching of Sieun's pussy, sucking Suho in with ease.
Sieun feels Suho take his hand, placing it over his own stomach and Sieun releases a borderline pornographic moan when he realises - he can feel him.
"You feel how deep I am, baby?" Sieun's going insane. He watches with wide eyes how Suho moves inside him, a bulge in his stomach appearing with each thrust and Sieun's gone, officially fucked dumb by Ahn Suho.
"Hyung, you're so deep, your cock feels so good," He's so lost in pleasure, tears streaming down his face once again and Suho can't help the way his cock throbs and twitches at the sight, he looks so pretty.
"That's it, cry for me Sieun. My pretty boy, show me how good I make you feel,"
He stares into the pools of Sieun's eyes, watches how his brows furrow and the tears slip down his face, replaced by another overflow seconds later. He's always loved Sieun's eyes, and he didn't think it was possible to love them even more until now, swimming with tears and pleasure.
Sieun can feel it building again, the pressure in his lower stomach getting stronger and stronger until he's crying Suho's name into his neck, his hand desperately tugging at the other’s hair when it finally snaps as Suho's thumb presses against his clit, rubbing tight circles. He's coming all over Suho's length with a loud cry and Suho's not far behind, his hips stuttering as he moans against Sieun's mouth, spilling praises of how pretty he is, how good he's been and before he can register it, Sieun's coming again, squirting for the second time.
"F-fuck Sieun-ah, you drive me crazy," His hands find Sieun's on their own, fingers intertwining with the boy below him and pressing them into the mattress either side of his head. Sieun's throat feels raw, but he still manages a few more whines, overwhelmed with pleasure.
"Come in me Suho-yah, give it to me," That tips Suho over the edge, giving one last thrust before he stills, spilling inside Sieun with a broken moan.
They both stay like that for a while, catching their breaths until Suho eventually pulls out, groaning at the sight of his come spilling from Sieun's hole. It takes everything in him not to get hard again, forcing himself up to get a cloth to clean Sieun up, the boy looking exhausted. When Suho finally settles by his side he's pulling him closer by his waist, and Sieun gives him a lazy smile, watching him with half lidded eyes.
"I wouldn't lay on that pillow If I were you."
Sieun delivers a soft smack to his chest, groaning in embarrassment. "Shut up."
"Hey I wasn't the one humping my pillow-" Sieun shuts him up with a kiss, pressing his lips to Suho's softly and he can feel him smile against his own mouth.
"I like you, Yeon Sieun."
Sieun gives him a small smile, "I like you too, Ahn Suho."