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Yeosang doesn’t consider himself a very kinky man.
He doesn’t feel the same will to submit during sex like San, nor does he hold the same need for dominance that Wooyoung seems to chase even outside of the bedroom. He doesn’t even have an oral fixation like Hongjoong.
He’s always happy to indulge in their kinks, of course, but he’s never experienced anything during sex that gives him the same feeling his boyfriends describe when asked. Sue him for being curious, but Yeosang wants to know what about simply giving a blowjob has Hongjoong coming completely untouched.
Yeosang is content with what he has. A handjob here, a blowjob there, a warm, tight hole around him, and rarely, a cock in his ass. That’s not to say that Yeosang doesn’t have certain things he likes more than others, the satisfaction he feels bubbling up in his chest when he sees the bruises he’s left on Jongho’s hips in the showers, or hearing the obvious scratchiness in Mingi’s voice a clear testament to how marking up his boyfriends, in ways obvious and silent, satisfies the possessive part of him.
It’s just that, compared to some of the things his boyfriends enjoy, his habit of leaving hickeys isn’t much to comment on. Yeosang knows he’s not vanilla, nowhere near vanilla, but he doesn’t consider himself kinky either. He likes what he likes, and he’s satisfied with what he has, period, end of story.
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Except it’s not the end of the story. The first time that the alarm bells ring in Yeosang’s head, he’s balls deep in Yunho, soaking up the whines and whimpers spilling out of the elder boy’s mouth.
The sight of his boyfriend squirming underneath him isn’t what has Yeosang pausing, rather it’s what happens a moment or two after, when Yunho, his words quiet and scratchy from the abuse his throat had taken from a rough vocal session earlier in the day, and an even rougher throat fucking following that, mewls a soft “Yeosang hyung…” that has Yeosang’s world spinning to a stop.
His hip stutter as his body and brain fight over control, his brain arguing that he needs to take a second to process what he just heard, while his body refuses to stop fucking into the warm heat enveloping his dick. Inevitably, his body wins, the coil in his gut tightening as he takes in the utterly debauched sight that Yunho is, filing what he just heard away for a time where he’s not focusing on pushing both him and Yunho towards an orgasm.
Tilting his head towards his boyfriend, Yeosang studies the older boys face, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of tears slipping past his long lashes, sliding down his face and meeting the drool gathering at the corner of his mouth that's threatening to spill over and coat his swollen, bitten lips. Leaning in to capture them with his own lips, he gets a better sight of Yunho’s soft brown eyes rolling back in his head with each harsh thrust of his hips bullying the head of his cock into his prostate.
Stupidly, his brain decides that now is a perfect time to take control again, replaying Yunho’s breathless moan of “Yeosang hyung” over and over again in his head, replacing anything else that might’ve been occupying the space in his mind. The utterly lewd view Yunho is, along with the fact that Yunho, who’s most definitely older than him, just called him hyung has Yeosang barreling towards his release, unable to stop himself from tipping into his climax, shaking with pleasure so violently he feels himself slumping onto Yunho as his vision fades to black.
When he regains consciousness, the first thing he notices is that his legs are numb and his ears feel like they’ve been stuffed with cotton. The second thing he notices when he’s regained enough of his brain cells to function again is that his dick has slipped out of Yunho’s hole and is still weakly spurting cum that dribbles over his rapidly softening cock. The last thing and arguably most important thing he notices is Yunho’s body shaking underneath him as he gargles out words that sound suspiciously like “You better not have died on me, Kang Yeosang, or I’ll kill you.” Although Yeosang struggles to make out if that’s what was really said over his boyfriend’s hiccuping tears.
Groaning loudly when Yunho brings his fists down on Yeosang’s back in an attempt to get him to move, he shifts back onto his heels to take in the sight in front of him. Yunho’s long legs fall to either side of Yeosang’s thighs, deep red marks on his calves in the shape of his hands contrasting the pale skin around it that has his brain commenting somewhat smugly to himself that there’ll definitely be a bruise blooming there later. His attention snaps back up to the older boy’s face when he hears a quiet sniffle, internally smacking himself for not focusing while his boyfriend is crying right in front of him.
Crawling in between Yunho’s thighs and capturing him in his arms, he uses the back of his hand to wipe away the other boy’s tears before kissing his red cheeks, quietly shushing the brunette.
“Hey, hey,” Yeosang mutters, wincing at how hoarse his own voice sounds. “It’s alright.”
Stilling in his arms, Yunho shifts, his brown eyes turning to look at Yeosang incredulously.
“It’s alright?” Yunho whisper-screeches, his normally dulcet tones reaching octaves Yeosang has only heard from Jongho before. A soft smack on his back urges him out of his thoughts, and when Yeosang looks into Yunho’s eyes, he sees fear, affection-tinged annoyance, and worry clear as day on his boyfriend’s face.
“You just came inside of me while shaking and promptly passed out on top of me,” Yunho cries out, “It’s alright? I thought you died!” Emphasizing his exclamation by throwing his hands into the air, a resounding smack echoing in the room when his hands make contact with his thighs.
“I…” Yeosang starts, at a loss for words on how to explain the situation because… how does he explain this situation?
“I honestly don’t know what happened. I, uh...” he responds lamely, staring blankly at Yunho as he feels blood rushing to his face.
“I think that, um…” Yeosang clears his throat, thinking for a moment before speaking. “I came so hard I passed out,” he confesses with a whisper, dropping his gaze out of embarrassment, unable to hold eye contact with Yunho any longer.
Yeosang isn’t sure what to expect. A scolding maybe, for pushing his limits, or maybe even for scaring Yunho. Perhaps some more crying, or another soft punch. What he’s not expecting is for Yunho to burst out laughing. Yeosang’s head whips up to look at his boyfriend, disbelief and betrayal painting his facial features. Yunho pauses his fit of hysterics to look back at him, studying his face for a second before taking a long shaky breath, opening his mouth as if to say something, only to choke and start laughing even harder.
Yeosang feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips, relief flooding his chest now that he knows Yunho isn’t really mad at him. Yeosang hums softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of the brunette's lips. Yunho finally stops laughing, melting into the kiss and Yeosang’s embrace, unable to stop himself from teasing the younger as he giggles against Yeosang’s mouth.
“I guess I’m flattered.” Yunho sighs, pressing a kiss against his lips in between each word. “You think I’m so hot,” Yunho draws out the “o” sound in “so” teasingly, “You came so hard you passed out?” Stealing the next remark out of his mouth, Yeosang deepens the kiss between them, his hands naturally falling to Yunho’s small waist. Yunho attempts to pull away from Yeosang, his lips slick with spit and his chest heaving. In an act of revenge for all the teasing he had to put up with earlier, he follows Yunho, taking his lower lip in between his own and leaving a soft bite on it. Yunho gasps, giving purchase for Yeosang to gain access into the brunette's mouth, running his tongue against the other’s teeth. Yeosang sucks on Yunho’s tongue, before pulling away abruptly, smiling at the soft whine that bubbles out of Yunho's throat. His cock twitches a little bit, starting to chub up again, and he almost has half the mind to ask Yunho if he’s up for another round, when Yunho’s phone starts buzzing.
“Ah! It’s Seonghwa-hyung!” Yunho cooed, sliding his phone open to accept his call. Yeosang briefly heard Seonghwa’s voice bleeding through the speakers of Yunho’s phone before he zeroed in on what his boyfriend had just said.
Hyung.
Seonghwa-hyung.
Just like earlier when Yunho called Yeosang hyung. Right before Yeosang came harder than he had ever come in his life. Right before he passed out from the intensity of his orgasm. Because Yunho called him hyung. Before he can ruminate longer on his newly found… problem… Yunho is smacking him on the shoulder, tilting his head in the puppy-like way he does when he has a question.
“Didn’t you hear Seonghwa-hyung?”
Yeosang tries to ignore the way his cock throbs at the word “hyung” falling out of Yunho’s pretty lips. He also tries to push away the image his brain is conjuring of how Yunho would look with his plush lips wrapped around Yeosang’s cock, asking for his hyung to fuck his throat, lips parted in pleasure as he lets out cute little moans. He fails.
“Him and Hongjoong-hyung—”
Yeosang’s given up on trying to listen to Yunho anymore, all the blood in his body having shot directly to his crotch. He’s so confused. It’s just the word hyung. He’s been called hyung more times than he can even remember, so why is Yunho calling him hyung so arousing to him? Why does he suddenly lack the ability to think? He has a million questions running through his mind before he finally attempts to tune back into the conversation. Yunho is shaking his shoulder, a frown across his face.
“Yeosangie, are you listening to me? Hyung said-”
He’s fully hard now, his cock twitching pathetic against his stomach as he stares blankly at his boyfriend, unable to think about anything other than Yunho calling him hyung. Yeosang thinks he might come untouched just from hearing Yunho say hyung, and shit.
Yeosang is completely, and utterly fucked.