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The studio was big, dark and humid.
Suho stepped inside with light feet, looking around the room curiously. Big windows filled the walls floor to ceiling and plants draped from every corner. He steps in further, the humidity encapsulating his skin and making beads of sweat appear against his skin.
"Ah, ah, big boy. Leave your shoes at the door." A voice rings through him. Velvety and sweet.
"I'm sorry." Suho apologizes, kicking his shoes off and looking around for the source of the enticing voice. "It's my first time here."
"I can tell."
Suho looks around, eyes raking over a delicate frame sitting in front of the window and basking in the sun like a house cat. He's only a little startled and disappointed he didn't see him sooner.
"I, uh, got discharged from physical therapy. Yoga was my recommendation." Suho clears his throat, tiptoeing slowly closer to the windows.
"Physical therapy?" The man asks, rolling his neck in languid circles. "May I ask why?"
"I was in, uh, a really bad fight." Suho says, brief and unwilling to embarrass himself by admitting the whole truth. "Messed my body up pretty bad."
"Hm." Is the only response Suho receives for a moment. "I'm glad you're here." He hears after a beat, the appreciation so sincere and sweet in his veins.
"Oh. Thanks." Suho scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly. "So is it just me and you or?"
The man rises to his feet. He giggles at Suho, still facing away from him as he raises his arms above his head and leans from side to side. "You wish. There's usually about forty people in the class. You're very early. You can join me stretching if you'd like."
"Yeah. Sure." Suho hesitates for a moment, sliding his bare feet across the floor to stand next to the man.
"What's your name?" The man leans down to touch the tops of his feet, his shirt riding up his back only slightly. The sight made Suho dizzy, the question barely registering.
"Suho. Ahn Suho." He says after a few, long seconds of ogling.
"Suho. That has a nice, melodic feeling." He smiles, Suho can hear it in his inflection. "I'm Yeon Sieun. It's nice to meet you."
Suho's eyes widen enough for them to fall out of his skull when Sieun finally turns to face him, giving his hand up for a shake. Suho blinks in disbelief for a second before grabbing his hand to complete the gesture.
Suho thinks Sieun might be the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on. His skin a golden tan, eyes a deep brown and hair dark enough to match. His lashes were long as they fluttered at him, a rosy blush dancing across his cheeks and nose as he shook Suho's hand.
"It's very, very nice to meet you Suho." Sieun says teasing, dropping Suho's hand after a moment. "Yoga is the very key to enlightenment. I'm so glad you're here." He says again, bowing to Suho.
And, God, with the position they stood in, Sieun's shirt spilled forward just enough for Suho to peek down the loose collar. The pudge of Sieun's stomach spilled out over his pants and his torso was just as tan as the rest of him. Suho swallows, his mouth cotton dry as he continues to peek until Sieun stands straight again.
"I hope you enjoy the instruction. It's good to move your body. Especially after an injury." Sieun smiles sincerely, reaching his hand to rub against Suho's shoulder. "And, wow, you are built. It should be a piece of cake for you, then."
Suho gets dizzy off of the declaration, the acknowledgment of his hard work. His pupils grow in infatuation. Sieun spins on his heel to face the window again, the sun dancing across his skin and illuminating the honey tone. The scene was a fine art to Suho, something almost pornographic in the way it made his gut tighten and his skin heat several degrees.
"Don't just stand there, get to stretching." Sieun says, beckoning Suho with a wave of his hand. "Just follow my lead, okay?"
Suho nods, keeping his eyes on Sieun to study his movements. Though, he becomes quickly distracted with the way Sieun's body moves so fluidly. Sieun bent his body almost completely in half, wrapping his arms around his knees. Suho watched in awe, his heart beat thumping loudly against his chest. Sieun pulled himself back upright with a deep breath, eyeing Suho curiously.
"You can't follow directions?" Sieun cocks his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm starting to see why you lost that fight."
"Actually, it was really unfair and—"
"I'm actually not interested." Sieun scoffs. "Just let me guide you, then. Apparently you aren't a visual learner."
Suho's muscles relax for a moment feeling Sieun step behind him and quickly tense again when Sieun's hands begin to wander around his body. Sieun's forehead rests against the ditch between Suho's shoulder blades. His hands find their way to Suho's core muscles, rubbing against them for a long moment.
"You must have worked hard for all of these muscles, hm?" Sieun whispers, his voice syrupy slow and sickeningly sugary.
"Yeah." Suho mumbles, his hands ghosting over Sieun's where they rest against his stomach.
He could feel Sieun smile against his back, Sieun's hands still resting firmly against his stomach. Suho takes a deep breath, the feeling of an awkward, burning blush blooming across his face and traveling down his neck created a lump inside of his throat.
"Okay, Suho." Sieun begins, taking a step back, detaching himself from Suho's body. "Bend forward, touch your toes for me."
Suho runs his tongue against his canines nervously as he begins to bend in half, a few bones in his back cracking as he touched the tops of his feet.
"Hm. You've never done yoga? You have great form." Sieun comments, crowding into Suho's space again to place his palm flat against the small of Suho's back.
"No. Never" Suho blinks at the floor below him, the tips of his fingers growing numb. "Just stretching before runs and stuff."
"I think you were made for it." Sieun presses down a little harder on Suho's back, pushing him closer to the floor. "I mean, wow, you're just so flexible."
The words send a hot pin prick up Suho's spine to accompany the one that was already running through his bloodstream. The blush covering his face and neck deepens and a few perverse thoughts jump around his mind but he pushes them away quickly.
Surely, Sieun speaks to everyone this way. Suho thinks. It's his job, he's the instructor.
"Okay." Sieun takes a deep breath, removing his hand from the small of Suho's back and patting him on the hip. "You can come up now."
Suho hums, slowly pulling himself to stand up straight. His eyes dart to Sieun quickly, his face flushed and burning. The feeling of Sieun's hand on his back was still aching in his spine.
"Like I said, you've got great form." Sieun smiles, chewing on his lip. "I'm excited to see what you can do in class."
"Oh, uh, yeah. For sure."
Suho paced around the studio like a caged animal, his eyes following Sieun as he continued to stretch.
"Don't be so nervous." Sieun smiles, stepping to the front of the room. "Nobody will be paying attention to you, except for me."
"Yeah." Suho blinks. "That's comforting, I really don't like—"
"Get a mat and set up. Everyone else will be arriving soon." Sieun interjects, rolling out his own mat.
Hot pink. Perfectly matches his exuberance, Suho thinks.
"Don't worry, Suho-yah." Sieun softens, his hard exterior shell cracking. "Pretend that it's just me and you."
"Yeah. I will." Suho smiles, rolling out his own mat.
He would.
His eyes couldn't leave Sieun for more than a few seconds. He felt like a rabid animal staring down prey— so hungry, drool pooling beneath his tongue.
The studio began to fill out: men, women, old, young. A decent variety of people. Suho began to grow anxious. Acutely aware that surely, he wasn't the only one with heart eyes for Sieun. Anyone with eyes would gawk, even if it was only for a moment. Shifting his weight between his feet, he stared Sieun down as he energetically greeted someone who walked in.
A tinge of jealousy swam through his veins and he felt annoyed and sick to his stomach. He knew he shouldn't, under any circumstances, be jealous. He'd known Sieun for a grand total of forty minutes and he wasn't even sure Sieun remembered his name.
But, oh, he just couldn't help it.
The intimacy of their first greeting was more than enough for Suho to be hooked. Followed with the weird, borderline sexual, stretching that Sieun had instructed Suho to perform for him. The interaction held every ingredient for Sieun to swallow Suho's entire existence.
Suho stood still when Sieun began to speak, his cheeks flushed from the humiditiy in the room, his hair mussed from the twists and contortions he'd been performing.
"Good morning, everyone." Sieun finally began, voice thick with sweetness. "I'm so glad you're here."
Suho knew Sieun spoke to everyone that way. Didn't doubt it for a moment. That same, sensual, sweet tone.
Sieun was eccentric by nature. Suho could tell. Anyone would be able to spot it from miles away. Though, having that false sense of hope for a little while made Suho's heart swell in his chest.
"Alright." Sieun clears his throat, rolling his neck in those same, smooth circles again. "Let's start with, hm, the cat this morning."
Sieun smiles wickedly at the class, his eyes locking with Suho's for a moment. Suho swears Sieun winks at him before beginning to get into position. Kneeling onto his mat, Sieun plants his hands flat onto the ground following with bringing his core upward. His upper back juts out and Suho almost audibly groans at Sieun's flexibility.
Suho quickly realizes he's sticking out like a sore thumb because, he's the only one left standing. Too immersed watching Sieun.
Quickly falling to his knees, Suho tries his best to pull himself into the right position. His body disagrees with every movement but, he continues anyway. His back is on fire as he yanks his core muscles upward and his knees are aching atop the spongy mat. His eyes glance at Sieun, who still held the position with fluidity and confidence.
Sieun takes another deep breath, beginning to move into another position. This time, Sieun slides forward. His chin rests on the mat and so does his chest. His arms come out to rest in front of him and his back is arched deliciously. Suho feels heat rise in his chest, his arms, lick up his back.
Sieun was so… flexible. The way his body moved from one position to the next without any issue. Suho swallows as he imagines how easy Sieun would be to throw around, manhandle.
"Hey," Suho turns his head, eyeing the person whispering to him. "You're about two positions behind."
Suho blinks up to Sieun, his body contorted completely different than before.
"Sieun can be rather distracting, I get it." The man giggles quietly. "He's so nice to look at."
There was that tinge of jealousy again— swimming so violently inside of his blood. Suho only nods, moving his body to match Sieun's. His muscles still burned consistently with his movements. He couldn't stop yet, he was more than desperate to please Sieun.
"Everyone is doing so well." Sieun hums, slowly moving to lie flat on his back.
Suho knows he's gawking. He knows other people can see him staring. He doesn't care. He couldn't stop looking. He felt almost cannibalistic watching Sieun. The only thing he was craving was Sieun's touch— nimble fingers rubbing over his core muscles again, praising him for his hard work.
He bites back another gasp when Sieun juts his hips up into the air again, holding them steady. Suho holds himself upward on his palms, not caring enough to get into the proper position. Sieun was too close, Suho could reach out and touch Sieun if he really wanted to. Sieun's core muscles were visible through his shirt and his thighs were so strong, so thick.
Suho felt more drool pool beneath his tongue as the burning in his forearms forced him onto his back.
Lifting his own hips, he closed his eyes and imagined Sieun on top of him. Sitting so snugly against his hips, his entire weight against his body. Sure, it would probably hurt. But it would hurt so good. The kind of pain that teeters the line of pleasure and you just keep wanting more.
And boy did Suho want. All of it. All of Sieun, all over him.
Suho took a deep breath, his calves growing tight and engulfed with flames beneath the skin. He takes a breath of relief when Sieun instructs everyone to release. Blinking at the ceiling, Suho hums, he really hopes Sieun is looking at him in the same, carnivorous way.
"Alright everyone, on your feet." Sieun pulls himself up, his face still flushed and sweat dampening his hair.
Suho pulls himself up, his joints and muscles begging him to rest. He couldn't, he needed to perform to earn Sieun's attention — his attraction. Suho's eyes remain glued to Sieun's body, scanning every detail. Mapping everything genetics and hard work had blessed him with.
"We're all doing so well." Sieun brings his arm across his chest to stretch. "Let's do a few on our feet, yeah?"
Suho inherently nods, his instincts already instructing him to listen to Sieun. Suho's jaw falls slack in pure joy when Sieun begins to spread his legs open. Sieun locks eyes with Suho for a beat and Suho feels an undeniable heat bloom tug at his gut. Suho's eyes glaze over when Sieun leans to place his hands on the floor.
Sieun's shirt rides up his back and Suho does groan this time.
A wave of embarrassment swallows him. Drowning him in a horrible set of hives. Suho winces when Sieun pulls himself upright to eye him, a smirk so faintly visible on his lips.
"Problem?" Sieun asks after a moment of— very awkward— silence.
"Uh." Suho licks his lips, awkwardly shifting his weight between his legs. "No! Just, um, not used to it, you know?"
"Sure." Sieun nods. "I'll help you out. Everyone else already knows this routine, anyway."
"Oh, no, it's okay really!" Suho stammers, his body throbbing with an eager anticipation when Sieun steps closer into his space.
"I insist, Suho-yah." Sieun smiles.
"Okay." Suho finally agrees, shaking out his limbs. "Sure."
"Great." Sieun stood in front of him now, blinking at him innocently. "Spread your legs."
The simple phrase filled Suho so much anxiety. He could feel the beginnings of an erection and the heat inside of his gut was clawing its way up his throat. If he couldn't get his hands on Sieun soon he'd lose his mind. His job. Probably his rights.
"Suho-yah." Sieun places a firm hand on the ball of his shoulder. "Pay attention. Spread your legs, please?"
"Yes. Yeah. Sorry." Suho squeezes his eyes shut in a half-assed attempt to ground himself.
"It's no trouble." Sieun keens, watching intently as Suho spread his legs a good shoulder width apart.
"Good." Sieun continues, "Now bend over. Hands flat on the ground. Tell me where the pain in your body is the greatest, okay?"
My fucking dick. Suho thinks.
Suho leans down, trying his best to get rid of his growing erection. Forcing himself to think of the most unpleasant things.
Anything to kill the boner: Vomit. Styrofoam. Tuna salad. Doctors offices.
He sighs when his hands finally fall flat against his mat. His back engulfed with a cascading flame as Sieun places his palm flat in the middle.
"Where does it hurt, Suho-yah?" Sieun leans down a bit to whisper.
"Uh." Suho hesitates.
He thinks for a moment. Well, he tries to think. His growing erection was derailing any train of thought he might've had. His body was still on fire, throbbing. Sieun's firm hand was not helping his condition. He takes a minute, or maybe two, before he bullshits an answer,
"My back."
"Hm." Sieun places his other hand in the middle of Suho's back. "Rate your pain one to ten. Ten being the worst."
"Well fuck." Suho mumbles. "Four." He lies.
"Okay." Sieun whispers, "Come back up for me." Sieun pats Suho's spine.
"Lift your arms above your head." Sieun says tenderly, his eyes examining Suho's frame earnestly.
Suho obeys.
He'd probably do anything Sieun instructed him to do.
Suho flinches when Sieun places his fingertips beneath Suho's arms, pressing down.
"Hurt?" Sieun cocks his head.
"Obviously." Suho scoffs, half tempted to lower his arms.
"Leave the attitude to me." Sieun smiles, raising his eyebrows. "Can you rate that pain?"
"Six." Suho answers. Honestly this time.
"Interesting." Sieun steps a bit closer, his hands sliding down Suho's flank and pushing down hard there too. "And that? Did it hurt?"
"Not really. What's this for anyway?" Suho gripes, his head falling back in irritation.
"Well Suho," Sieun moves his hands across Suho's stomach and up his sternum. "We have to properly assess the damage. It will be easier to tell which stretches will aid you and which ones will not."
Suho drops his arms, still eyeing Sieun with an annoyed expression.
"And, you're fun to feel up." Sieun leans in to whisper, hands resting just above Suho's clavicle.
Suho bites down hard on his tongue to stifle what would've definitely been a moan. He's sure Sieun can feel the rapid increase in his heart rate and if he took a step closer his boner would've rubbed against Sieun's thigh.
"Well, big boy." Sieun coos. "You have to put more attention in stretching your back."
Suho nods, his body relaxing when Sieun finally steps back.
"Stay after class. I'll get you set up with good exercises." Sieun bites at his bottom lip.
Suho rolls his eyes. Though, the passing thought of such private intimacy with Sieun made his dick twitch in his pants.
"Okay." Suho agrees, finally.
"Great."
The class drags, Suho feels an eternity pass as he continues obediently contorting into different positions.
"Great work today, everyone." Sieun bows, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "See you all next week."
Suho falls flat onto his back, his entire core tight and sore. The sound of the greeting bell above the entrance rang monotonously in his ears for a while. Attempting weakly to stretch his limbs and catch his breath, his attention is grabbed when Sieun appears above him.
"It is just you and I now, Suho-yah." Sieun smiles. It's different this time, though. Warmer, sweeter — syrupy.
"Wonderful." Suho pulls his body to sit up. "It was hard to pay attention when everyone else was here."
"I don't know," Sieun fidgets with his thumbs. "I could feel your eyes burning holes into me."
Oh, great. That's great. Suho thinks.
"My apologies." Suho means it. Sort of, anyway. "I was just trying to pay attention."
"Right." Sieun giggles. "Let's get you stretched out, Suho."
Suho gapes as he observes intently while Sieun pulls his mat to sit next to Suho's. Suho swallows hard, his entire body far too hot and excited to be doing this. But god, he couldn't just tell Sieun no. Not with a face so pretty and a body so, so desirable.
It was perverted. Suho knew that much. Yet, he was almost positive Sieun didn't mind. As a matter of fact, he's sure that if Sieun could read his mind, he'd be flattered.
"Are you ready?" Sieun has a seat next to him, pulling his knees into his chest. "It's not going to be too painful, is it Suho?"
"I don't think so." Suho purses his lips, examining Sieun's face. He tried his best to read Sieun's expression.
Looking for something, anything that gave him the green light to lay Sieun out, feast upon Sieun like a last meal.
And yet, Nothing.
He knew Sieun wanted it— to be devoured. He also knew Sieun wanted to make him work for it. Fucking brat.
"Alright," Sieun softens noticeably, blinking languidly to Suho. "Your back and shoulders need to be stretched."
"Yeah."
"Lay flat on your stomach." Sieun instructs, gesturing weakly with his hand. "Make sure your arms are flat out in front of you."
Suho obeys. Like a dog.
Flat on his stomach, arms out in front of him he looks to Sieun for further directions.
"Just hold it okay," Sieun speaks barely above a whisper. "You're such a good listener."
Suho's stomach clenches, his dick twitching in painful interest. He holds it, regardless of the pain. He just wanted to earn Sieun.
"Okay." Sieun breaks the silence after a minute. "Get up on your knees."
Suho chokes a little on all of the drool that had collected beneath his tongue. Pulling himself to sit up on his knees, he glances to Sieun for approval. A deep ache is so relevant through his joints, sweat drips from every orifice of his body, still he sits pliant and waiting. His breathing falters when Sieun scoots closer, his hands slotting against his hips.
"I think it'll be easier to evaluate your muscles," Sieun gropes Suho's hips, moving up his sides. "If you lose the shirt."
Suho's eyes widen, enough for them to fall from his skull. Licking at his lips, he nods only half realizing what he's agreeing to.
"Well? Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to take your shirt off?" Sieun tuts, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." Suho's fingers ghost beneath the hem of his shirt, tugging it swiftly over his head and letting it hit the ground.
"Mmm." Sieun hums in satisfaction, his hands finding their way to cup Suho's chest, thumbs sitting barely above his nipples. "You really are built, huh, big boy?"
"Uhh, yeah." Suho chuckles. "I guess."
Sieun smiles weakly, Suho knows Sieun can feel his heartbeat. How it thumps rabidly against his chest. He's nervous, his hands shaking as they come to grip around Sieun's wrists.
"So what stretches?" Suho mumbles. "To help me I mean."
"Well, you know, bearing weight can actually help stretch over used muscles." Sieun rubs his thumbs in small circles into Suho's skin.
"Bearing weight? How is—"
"Lay on your back." Sieun shoves gently against Suho's chest, knocking him to sit on his heels. "I'll show you."
Suho hesitates for a moment, pulling his legs from beneath him and allowing himself to lie down. His chest was heavy, rising and falling with nervousness as he listened to Sieun pad around his body.
"Okay, Suho-yah," Sieun whispers, "This is how you bear weight."
Suho groans, watching hungrily as Sieun sits on his lap. Plants his hips atop Suho's snugly, wiggling just a little to tease.
"Alright, now," Sieun says, glancing down at Suho. "Lift your hips."
"I'm sorry?" Suho raises his eyebrow, his hands resting atop Sieun's thighs.
"Lift your hips up, off of the mat." Sieun says, hands flat against Suho's chest. "You can do it, can't you?"
"Yeah." Suho plants his feet flat against the mat, using all of the strength he could muster— at least what wasn't swallowed by his desperate horniness— and pushes his hips off the mattress.
"Good boy!" Sieun praises, one of his hands moving to cradle Suho's face. "Hold it, okay?"
Suho nods, his hands squeezing the meat of Sieun's thighs. His core muscles were tight, thighs shaking weakly. Sieun didn't weigh much, definitely not enough for him to be struggling so much. His body was still drowning in a deep, strength draining, desire and his cock was still so painfully hard.
There wasn't a doubt in Suho's mind that Sieun was toying with him, seeing how far he could push Suho before he crumbled and took what he really wanted.
"You really listen so well, Suho-yah." Sieun praises, the hand cupping Suho's face slapping the skin lightly. "You can put me down now."
Suho groans, a mixture of relief and pain. His dick hurts, his muscles so strained and there's a very sweaty Sieun planted in his lap. A scenario for a wet dream and Suho was living it, painfully. Exhaling through his nose, he lets his arms fall lax at his sides.
"Aw, don't give up on me yet." Sieun pouts, grinding his hips down meanly. "You can do it for me, can't you Suho-yah?"
Suho's dick twitches in interest against Sieun. Suho must've absentmindedly bucked his hips into Sieun because he earned a hard smack to the chest and an exclaim.
"Such a dirty boy!" Sieun giggles, "I know what you really want. You know?" Sieun begins to move his hips in languid, gentle circles.
Suho opens his mouth to speak when Sieun's pointer finger closes his lips, pressing down to keep them shut.
"Everyone here wants me, you know that?" Sieun boasts. "It's not hard to tell. When they show up to class early, bring me gifts, gawk at me."
Suho whines through his shut lips, hips bucking up aggressively. So desperately, he blinks at Sieun like a kicked puppy. Glaze over Suho's eyes and blush still burning on his face, he half pays attention to Sieun as he continues.
"But, you, Suho-yah," Sieun coos, leaning his face closer into Suho's space. "You're different. So, so, obedient."
Sieun grinds down, harder this time, his entire body trembling where he sat on top of Suho. Sieun could see the hives traveling up Suho's navel and to his neck, beneath his chin. Suho's throat burned with the same, fervorous desire that bloomed across his body. Suho is relieved, mostly, when Sieun lifts his arms to remove his own shirt.
The tone of Sieun's skin was kissed by the late afternoon sun melting through the windows and it made Suho endlessly more aroused. Suho's resistance was beginning to wear down, the pure desire for Sieun— to taste him, explore every inch of his body— it was engulfing him. Holding him beneath the current and he could hardly breathe.
The same pudge of his stomach that Suho had examined earlier was on display before him now and Suho can feel something hot and mean click in his chest.
Suho knew Sieun wouldn't give him a verbal green light, he was too coy. Too arrogant to sign his consent over so easily.
"Are you too weak?" Sieun juts out his bottom lip teasingly. "I was really looking forward to you fucking me."
"'M not too weak." Suho slurs around Sieun's finger.
"Are you sure?" Sieun huffs, finally pulling his finger away from Suho's lips.
Suho shakes his head as if his life depended upon it. Maybe it did, for him at least. He was sure all of the blood in his body was rushing straight through him and filling out his dick impossibly more.
"Aw, my strong boy, huh? Pushing through all of your pain just to get your dick wet?" Sieun peels himself out of Suho's lap.
"Please, Sieun." Suho whimpers, pulling himself up onto his forearms. "I'll do anything."
"Anything? You're eager, big boy." Sieun rubs his hand against Suho's sternum in a taunting manner.
"Sieun-ah," Suho bites at his lips, bowing his chest against Sieun's touch. "I am. I am strong enough."
"Yeah?" Sieun nods, his hand still gentle against Suho's frame.
Suho nods, his face heating when Sieun leans in, his lips so close to his own he could practically taste Sieun's flavor on his tongue. Suho closes his eyes, angles his jaw — yet, he's left with nothing. Sieun pulls away, using his free hand to flick against Suho's forehead.
"Greedy." Sieun says brokenly through a fit of laughter. "I just don't know, Suho-yah."
"Come on." Suho is losing his patience, irritation looming in his attitude. "I'm good Sieun, I'm strong enough. I'll do whatever you want just— please, I'm so hard."
Sieun laughs again. Unbeknownst to Suho, who was sure he was going to get eaten from the mouth down only a few moments prior.
"Do you know how many pathetic men like you that I give boners to every day?" Sieun nudges into Suho's throat, his lips so sweet and soft against the skin of Suho's trapezius.
"You, ah, said I was different." Suho groans, leaning again into Sieun's delicate touch.
"Only because you're just so hot, Suho-yah. You're just my type." Sieun licks a hot stripe up Suho's jugular, his hands gripping onto either one of Suho's shoulders.
"Then let me fuck you, please." Suho feels a hot tear dribble down his face, the salt tangy as it rolled over his lips.
"M'no." Sieun plants a kiss against Suho's neck, nuzzling his nose for a beat before pulling away. "Not yet."
Suho moans, his arms were weak, his head was pounding. He could hardly breath watching Sieun crawl out of his lap— big, carmel eyes never leaving his frame. Sieun sits back on his knees, his hands dancing up Suho's thighs.
"Are you really a big boy?" Sieun's fingers tiptoe to sit against the waistband of Suho's sweats. Sieun plucks the drawstring out of the neat bow it was tied in and begins to tug them down gently.
Suho can only nod, every word he could've mustered stolen from his throat by the set of hot hands that were tugging down his sweats. Suho gently raises his hips and watches in awe as his sweats are yanked off of his body and discarded away.
"Hm." Sieun's hands quickly meet Suho's hips again, rucking the fabric of his boxers into his palms. "You are big."
Suho's chest swells, his ego fed by the praise. Suho knew he was big, he didn't have to be told. It still felt so good, fed his — overly big — ego.
"Please, let me get in you." Suho's head falls forward, chin against his chest. "Sieun-ah, you see how big I am."
"Don't rush." Sieun delivers his words so softly, it momentarily dampens the urgency pumping through Suho.
Suho lifts his hips once more, allowing Sieun to shuck him out of his breifs. His cock, wet and irritated, thumped against his stomach. The head wet and so red that it was bordering purple.
"Mmm." Sieun hums in satisfaction.
Suho lifts his hips in Sieun's direction, trying to get Sieun to touch him. His dick was leaking all over his stomach, smearing precum beneath his belly button. His forearms were aching with the weight of holding his body up, his head still faintly pounding while he watched Sieun.
"You think with your dick, don't you?" Sieun drags his blunt nails against the meat of Suho's inner thigh. "Is that why you came in today?"
Sieun finally stops teasing, his fingertips soft against the velvety shaft of Suho's cock. Sieun's hand eventually wrapping around him. A long, wanton moan falls from Suho's mouth. His entire body tenses and relaxes in what seems like an infinite positive feedback loop until Sieun begins to jerk him— only then does the loop end. His mind goes blank. He'd been hard for more than an hour and the relief sets his entire nervous system ablaze.
"Aww." Sieun moves his wrist in a quick motion, still pestering Suho with questions as if he could form a coherent thought. "Do you take advantage of boys like me often? Or is it just today?"
"Ah, fuck, I don't—"
"Shhh." Sieun slides his thumb across Suho's slit and waiting to wring a few pathetic whines out of him before digging his thumb meanly into Suho's slit. "Suho-yah… popping a boner from watching me do yoga says alllll that I need to know about you."
Suho's chest heaves with deep set desire. He's so hungry, desperate for more. His hand weakly lifts off of the mat and wraps around Sieun's wrist.
"You want me to stop?" Sieun halts the movement of his wrist. "But, baby, you're so hard— you're leaking."
Suho whines loudly again, the echoes pathetically filling his ears. Suho's legs kick out in frustration, a physical demonstration of the words he couldn't muster.
"Please, Sieun-ah." Suho finally says after his fit. "I promise I'll make you feel so good."
"Yeah?" Sieun squeezes Suho's shaft meanly for a last time before pulling his hand away, the absence of touch making Suho's mind go white for a second too long.
"Hmm." Sieun pauses for a moment, thinking. "Do something about it then. I'm wide open."
Suho hesitates, just watches Sieun stare.
Eventually, he maneuvers his weight to sit on his knees. His hands gripping tightly around Sieun's hips, guiding him down onto his back. The orange of the afternoon sun illuminated Sieun's skin and made the blush across his face so obvious. The scene made Suho's entire body rise a degree, his fingers trembling when they hooked beneath Sieun's waistband.
Sieun lifts his hips, allowing Suho to tug him out of his bottoms. Suho's breathing halts when he looks down to find Sieun completely naked, no underwear.
"Are you always without underwear?" Suho blinks, his eyes scanning Sieun's body for the umpteenth time.
"No. I just had a good feeling about today." Sieun sticks his tongue out cheekily, wiggling his hips at Suho.
"Right." Suho swallows, his hands slipping down over Sieun's stomach and twitching in interest over Sieun's mound.
Dusky hair covered Sieun's cunt, the sight making Suho dizzy. His fingertips ghost over Sieun's swollen lips, his clit peaking out.
"Never touched a pussy Suho-yah?" Sieun giggles, his legs falling wide. "Didn't peg you for a virgin."
"'M not." Suho pouts, crawling closer into Sieun. "Jus', taking my time."
"Yeah? You nervous?" Sieun kicks at Suho's thigh, "Come on! I thought you wanted in me sooo bad?"
Suho grunts something incomprehensible between his teeth, his thumb finally digging into Sieun's clit. A wicked smile smears across Suho's face when Sieun's back arches slightly and a loud whine falls out of him. All of the temerity inside of Sieun seemingly drained by the pressure against his clit.
Suho shudders feeling the throbbing bundle of muscles beneath the calloused pad of his thumb, Suho looking for Sieun's attitude that seemed so unerring only moments before. His fingers dip deeper in between Sieun's folds, heat engulfing the two fingers that sank knuckle deep.
Sieun groans, his legs shaking as they lie open. Suho's fingers slide past Sieun's entrance, breaking through tight rings of muscle. His attention so devoted to scissoring Sieun open that he couldn't focus on the beautiful, quiet moans echoing through the studio. Suho murmured in satisfaction feeling the sheer wetness pooling out of Sieun and dribbling over the backs of his knuckles.
He opens Sieun up for much longer than he has to, reeling in the sensation of clenching, wet, warmth around his fingers. Finally pulling them out with a nasty squelch, Suho's hand immediately finds his dick; He wipes the remnants of Sieun around himself and distributing a few generous jerks.
Sieun doesn't say anything, his eyes still glazed over and pupils blown wide. Suho clicks his tongue in satisfaction, sliding the head of his cock against Sieun's cunt purely to elicit a reaction from him. Suho sucks in a breath, the head of his dick throbbing and velvety against Sieun's cunt. He finally presses inside, pushing past the same tight muscle he'd broken open with his fingers.
Falling forward, both of Suho's hands plant flat on either side of Sieun's head. Feeding his cock into Sieun, inching slowly until they sat balls to ass. His dick is throbbing inside Sieun's spongey walls, the sensation making his head fall and hang between his shoulders.
"So big." Sieun rasps, a bead of sweat rolling over his temple.
"What happened to all that attitude?" Suho leans in close to Sieun's face.
Sieun turns his head to the side, grinding his hips down in a silent plea for Suho to get on with it. Suho wants to toy with Sieun— the way Sieun had toyed with him— but, feeling Sieun's cunt flutter so tight and warm around his cock sent a fervorous heat clawing up his throat.
"Move." The blunt edges of Sieun's nails dug into Suho's forearms.
A monotonous pang of fervidity wracks through Suho, his hips rolling gently into Sieun's heat. His ego inflates a little when a breathy whine escapes Sieun. Suho only knows how good he feels, how hot his spine grows when the sound of skin on skin fills the humid air around them.
His dick is buried so deep inside of Sieun he swears he sees it bulge inside of Sieun's stomach, for a moment he's delirious. His pace increases when Sieun digs his nails deeper beneath the first layer of Suho's skin and wraps his legs around Suho's center. Pulling Suho impossibly closer, locking his heels around the small of Suho's back.
Suho leans forward to capture Sieun's mouth into a kiss, the gesture full of teeth and tongue until they find a rhythm. Sieun's mouth tasted sweet, remnants of strawberry chapstick tart against Suho's tongue. Sieun's hand cups Suho's face, a beseeching touch that begs him to move faster, go harder.
"Harder." Sieun gasps, drool lolling out of his mouth pathetically.
Suho felt too good to muster a curt response, instead moving his moving harder, thrusts erratic and without plan. His energy pulling from the warm heat tugging in his gut and begging to be set free— to spill inside of Sieun.
Suho is lightheaded when his forehead knocks against Sieun's, mumbling promises that his orgasm was so close, that he was walking on a hair trigger and so close to filling Sieun full. Wholly engulfed in pleasure, they pant into each others mouths as Suho continues to thrust meanly into Sieun's cunt. Suho's hand slips between them, digging into Sieun's cunt and meanly rubbing at his swollen clit.
Sieun's body twitches, his heels dig deeper into Suho's back. A delicious tug snaps in Suho's stomach suddenly when Sieun clenches particularly hard; The heat inside of Suho unraveling and spilling so meanly into Sieun. Suho's vision and mind go white as he fucked his cum deep inside of Sieun, filling his womb so completely full.
"Jesus," Sieun whines, his voice hoarse and nails still beneath Suho's skin.
Suho notes Sieun's whine as his cue to keep rolling his hips, thumb still pressing meanly into Sieun's clit. A sheen of sweat covers Sieun's body, the sun glistening over the beads that glaze the valley of his stomach and the ditch of his neck. Suho brings his mouth to lap at the crook of Sieun's throat, his mouth exploding with saltiness and lingering hints of perfume.
Sieun grips Suho's biceps tighter, small pools of blood beneath the beds of his nails as he comes. His back lifting slightly for a moment when the muscles in his legs grow stout and tight as he cums. He turns his head to meet Suho's mouth with his own, his tongue invading Suho's mouth as quickly as their lips met.
A string of saliva breaks between them when Suho draws back, eyeing Sieun with the same fervency he'd had in his expression all morning. His lips press chaste against Sieun's forehead, exhaling through his nose. Eventually Suho pulls himself back to sit on his heels, his cock soft, slipping wet and sticky out of Sieun.
Sieun sits up on his forearms, his expression soft but bordering unreadable.
"Suho-yah," Sieun says finally, the awkward silence sliced open. "I know your therapist suggested yoga."
Suho gives Sieun a look. He knows what Sieun is going to say. And Suho is already a little disappointed. Sieun sees, lifting his hand and holding Suho's face getly.
"I think it's great." Sieun giggles crawling, still naked, to sit on his knees in front of Suho. "It works out. And I fed into your little perverted fantasy."
"'S not perverted." Suho nudges Sieun's kneecap.
"Baby, it is." Sieun sighs, "I don't mind playing with you. I obviously don't mind having sex with you. But, for both of our sakes, you should find another studio."
"Why?" Suho pouts, nuzzling into Sieun's palm where he cups Suho's cheek.
"Because, I know you, we can't fuck after every session." Sieun hushes him, "If you wanted to play this way, I could've just done yoga at home."
"No. It's more fun this way." Suho sighs. "I'll find another studio. Just so you can get your work done without turning me on."
"Pervert!" Sieun smacks lightly against Suho's cheek. "Getting hard from watching me do my job."
"Babe, I get hard watching you fold the laundry." Suho sticks his tongue out, licking against Sieun's hand.
"You are so gross." Sieun rolls his eyes. "Totally perverted."
"You like it."