Work Text:
The apartment they shared always smelled like coffee. It was inevitable when one of the people living there worked as a barista and the other was incapable of starting the day without a cup in hand. It was a small apartment, small enough that neither of them could really hide from each other, but after two years of living together, they'd managed to make it their own. The living room connected directly to the open kitchen, the plants Sangwon took care of filled the spaces by the windows, and there was almost always a kettle resting on the stove.
Leo couldn't remember exactly when the apartment had started feeling like home. Maybe it had been gradual, one of those things that happened so slowly it became impossible to point to a specific moment. All he knew was that he could no longer imagine the place without Sangwon.
For years, Sangwon had been the only constant in a life where practically everything else changed. They had trained, failed, and survived together, building a living arrangement that had been absurdly easy from the beginning. Maybe it was because eight years was enough time to learn even the most specific details about another person. While Leo lived by improvising every step, Sangwon moved through life following a system only he understood.
They had different personalities, but somehow it worked. With Sangwon, everything always worked. There was such a raw sense of comfort between them that bedroom doors were rarely closed. They were simply each other's safe place, and a large part of their friendship worked like that; through small acts of care that had become so routine neither of them ever questioned them.
It wasn't something they did consciously. It simply was, in the same way Leo was the person who could tell when Sangwon had had a bad day before he even said a word.
Or when he was worried about something.
Or when he was overthinking.
Which was exactly what he was doing right now.
Leo was stretched out along the couch, a notebook resting on his thighs and his brow furrowed, humming a half-finished melody while crossing out lyrics for his next project. On the other side of the counter, in the kitchen, Sangwon was making tea. He was wearing a black hoodie at least two sizes too big for him—it looked like he was trying to hide inside it, with the sleeves completely covering his hands—, but he wasn't really there; his fingers kept tapping dull, rapid beats against the countertop, repeating a nervous rhythm that gave away the fact that his mind was somewhere else.
Leo looked up from his notebook and frowned.
"Are you okay, Wonie?"
The answer came immediately.
"Yeah, hyung."
"You sure?"
"Absolutely."
Leo snorted. For years, Sangwon had been incredibly easy to read, not because he was a simple person, but because Leo knew him too well. He could tell perfectly when Sangwon was tired, worried, simply distracted, or sad. He knew the exact line between the Sangwon who wanted to talk and the Sangwon who needed absolute silence.
That was why the past few weeks were starting to drive him insane. Because something was happening, something Sangwon wasn't telling him. At first, he tried not to think much of it, assuming it was just stress from their routine, but then he started noticing his late-night habits. For a while now, Leo would wake up in the middle of the night and see the dim glow of the computer screen on in the living room, or the light from Sangwon's phone illuminating his face well past midnight. He would stay awake staring and reading, so focused that he didn't even notice when Leo got up for a glass of water. And the moment Leo approached, Sangwon would slam the tab shut or lock his screen with a guilt-ridden clumsiness.
The real problem was the casual questions Sangwon would ask the next day, trying nonchalant.
Weird questions.
Things like: “Hyung, do you think most people know what they're doing when they start dating someone?" Then came the most specific question of all, the one that left Leo completely thrown off for days: "Hyung, when you're with someone... do you like them to obey you? "
Leo still had no idea what that meant. And every time he tried to ask about it, Sangwon would change the subject, which was suspicious because Sangwon normally told him everything. Not always right away, but eventually.
Always.
Leo set his notebook aside.
"Are you sure everything's okay?"
Sangwon looked up and finally took a sip of his tea.
"I want to ask you something."
There it was. Finally. Leo adjusted himself on the couch.
"Okay." Sangwon stayed silent for a few seconds, hesitant. "Hey?" Leo's voice softened slightly. "What's wrong?"
Sangwon rubbed his hands together. He always did that when he was nervous; pressing his fingers repeatedly against his palms.
"Just don't laugh."
Leo frowned.
"Why would I laugh?" Leo asked, straightening up slightly on the couch. He dropped the pen onto the open notebook, piqued by curiosity and by that highly unusual undertone in his friend's voice.
Sangwon didn't answer right away. He stood there behind the kitchen counter, both hands wrapped around the still-steaming mug of tea. The warm light hanging above the counter cast soft shadows across his face, but not even that could hide the obvious internal battle he was fighting.
He looked like he was on the verge of crying, his eyes fixed on Leo but his gaze strangely distant, as if he were reconsidering every decision that had led him to this moment. That, rather than putting Leo at ease, managed to make him genuinely nervous. Because Sangwon never hesitated like this with him.
"Sangwon," Leo pressed, narrowing his eyes when he remained frozen by the counter.
"Yeah."
"Now you're scaring me," he admitted, letting out a short, uncomfortable laugh, trying to lighten the mood, though he could feel his own heart pounding heavily in his chest.
The corner of Sangwon's mouth twitched slightly, as though he'd tried to smile and changed his mind halfway through. With a sigh, he looked down at the mug in his hands, lowering his head until his bangs completely hid his eyes. He took another slow sip, dragging out the silence in a way that felt almost torturous, before leaning his tired body against the edge of the marble counter.
"Hyung..." he began, and his voice sounded so quiet, so fragile, so stripped of its usual confidence that Leo immediately tensed. "Do you think I'm weird?"
Leo's expression changed instantly. The trace of a smile still lingering on his lips vanished completely, and his brows pulled together in absolute confusion.
"What? No."
"I... I think there's something wrong with me," he whispered, shrinking slightly inside the oversized black hoodie.
"Of course there isn't. Why the hell would you think that?"
Sangwon let out a small breath through his nose.
"I'm twenty-three and I've never... I've never, well, I don't really understand how... how things actually work..." He trailed off uncertainly.
The silence that followed fell suddenly, dense and heavy, in the middle of the living room. Leo shifted slightly on the couch, letting his hands fall between his crossed legs. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, waiting, because that clearly wasn't all of it. He knew Sangwon well enough to recognize that this complaint was only the introduction to something deeper he was holding back.
Sangwon seemed to realize Leo wasn't going to let it go that easily too; his knuckles turned white as his fingers gripped the tea mug a little tighter.
"Are you going to tell me what it is?" Leo asked, leaning forward.
"I'm trying," Sangwon muttered, staring into the dark liquid.
"Well, try faster."
The response came automatically, familiar. The kind of easy, everyday exchange that normally would've earned Leo an eye roll or some sharp comeback from Sangwon. But this time, nothing happened. Sangwon didn't even blink.
"You're worrying me," Leo admitted, and this time there wasn't a trace of teasing in his voice.
Sangwon let out a brief, dry laugh without a hint of real humor.
"I'm probably overreacting."
"I don't think so. Whatever's going on is important enough that you've spent weeks acting weird," Leo reminded him, pointing a finger at him. "Don't even try to deny it."
"I haven't been acting weird for weeks."
"You've been asking weird questions for weeks," Leo insisted. "I've seen you staying up late on the computer every night lately, Wonie. I thought you were stressed about work, but then you come up to me and ask those questions out of nowhere..." He tilted his head slightly. "What exactly are you researching at night, baby? "
Sangwon squeezed his eyes shut and let out a frustrated sigh.
"I wish you didn't remember every conversation we have."
"Too bad, my mind is full of you," Leo replied, softening his tone.
For the first time in several minutes, the corner of Sangwon's mouth lifted slightly. Just a little. A fleeting expression that lasted barely a breath, but Leo felt an immediate stab of relief in his chest. At least he was still Sangwon. His Sangwon.
"Just say it," Leo asked gently.
Sangwon remained silent for a few more seconds. Leo watched him closely, noticing the way his lips moved soundlessly, as if he were carefully organizing every single word in his mind before letting it out. It was a habit Sangwon had always had whenever he was truly backed into a corner by nerves. Leo knew it because he had spent eight years watching him in every possible scenario.
Finally, Sangwon let out a breath and made eye contact.
"I've never had sex."
Leo blinked in surprise. He waited for him to continue, but Sangwon simply stood there staring at him as though he had just confessed to a crime.
"...That's the problem?"
"Yes."
The answer came immediately.
So serious, so completely free of doubt, that Leo had to bite the inside of his cheek hard to keep himself from laughing. Not because he wanted to make fun of his friend's lack of experience—not at all. It was simply that, after all the tension and mystery of the past few weeks, his mind had been expecting something much worse.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"I thought you were about to tell me you had a terminal illness or something," Leo blurted out, his shoulders sagging with immense relief.
"Hyung," Sangwon scolded, frowning in indignation.
"I'm serious. You scared the hell out of me."
Sangwon shot him a glare, a genuine spark of annoyance flashing through his dark eyes. Leo raised both hands in the air, showing his palms in surrender.
"Okay. Sorry, sorry."
"I'm trying to have a serious conversation." Sangwon said, crossing his arms over the counter.
"I know."
"Doesn't seem like it."
Leo tried to hold back the smile that threatened to ruin his face. He failed completely, letting out a guilty little laugh.
"I'm sorry, really."
Sangwon shook his head, visibly resigned, and took another sip of tea to clear his throat. Leo watched as, after setting the mug down, he looked away toward some random spot on the wooden countertop. His body language was still heavy with discomfort. A genuine weight that hadn't disappeared just because of the joke.
Seeing him like that, so unguarded beneath the dim kitchen light, slowly erased the smile from Leo's face. Because this, clearly, still mattered to Sangwon. A lot.
"Okay," Leo said at finally, lowering his voice until it was almost a whisper, feeling warmth creep into his own cheeks. "But you still haven't explained why that means there's something wrong with you. Not having experience doesn't make you defective."
Sangwon stayed quiet for a moment. Then he slid the mug farther away from himself. The dry scrape of ceramic against wood echoed through the apartment with almost painful clarity in the silence of the apartment.
"Because I think I'm too complicated," he confessed, his voice unusually small.
Leo frowned.
"Complicated how?"
Sangwon exhaled slowly, a sigh that trembled faintly in his chest. Then he placed both hands on the counter, stretching his arms out, and stared up at the ceiling for several seconds. Leo watched him swallow. Like he was gathering courage.
"I don't think I could do it with just anyone," he admitted, his eyes finding Leo's once more.
"Well... that sounds pretty normal to me," Leo reasoned, keeping his voice calm. "A lot of people don't like sleeping with strangers."
"No. You're not understanding me. I mean I really don't think I could physically," Sangwon clarified, taking a short step around the counter, leaving his little refuge. "I don't even like most people touching me, hyung. You know that."
Leo opened his mouth to argue, but closed it instantly. Because that was true. It wasn't a secret. It never had been. Sangwon had always been extremely selective about his personal space. He wasn't distant, cold, or rude; he simply had very firm boundaries. Leo had lost count of how many times he'd watched him subtly pull away from people trying to hug him. He had seen him stiffen, turning rigid, whenever some stranger at the café or the bar got too close to him. Leo had never thought it was strange. It was simply one of the many things that made Sangwon who he was.
And honestly, it wasn't something Leo spent much time thinking about, probably because he'd never had that problem with him.
Leo knew perfectly well that he himself was an absurdly physical person. The type who spoke close, who threw an arm over someone's shoulders without warning, who invaded people's personal space out of pure instinct and habit. Anyone who knew Sangwon would have expected him to put up a boundary, to step away with that familiar stiffness of his. But Sangwon had always allowed it.
Leo remembered how many times Sangwon had sat in his lap, or how he would fix the bangs on his face, or the times he would hold him by the waist and Sangwon wouldn't even blink.
With Leo, Sangwon had never tensed up. Never pulled away. He had accepted Leo's closeness as something as natural as breathing. And Leo had never stopped to consider just how damn exclusive that free pass really was.
Until now.
And suddenly, admitting it to himself sent a strange, warm dizziness through his stomach. It was an odd feeling—a heavy weight in his chest that felt damn good. He realized, almost all at once, that knowing that space belonged only to him and no one else, made him feel good. Almost like a deep, silent need to hold onto that exclusivity and never let it go.
"Okay," he said slowly, feeling his heart beating harder against his chest. "And?"
Sangwon lowered his gaze to his bare feet against the wooden floor.
"And I don't get how it's actually supposed to work," Sangwon continued. He was trying to keep his voice flat and detached, but Leo instantly caught the faint note of vulnerability bleeding through his words. "I don't understand when you're supposed to touch someone. Or how you know exactly what to do. Or how people don't overthink... all of it."
Leo let out a quiet breath through his nose—not mocking, just surprised. Because, of course. This was Sangwon. Sangwon, who analyzed conversations for hours after they ended. Sangwon, who practiced imaginary orders before serving new customers at the café. Sangwon, who could mix music in front of a hundred people without a problem but would freeze if someone tried to hug him without warning.
To Sangwon, the world needed clear instructions. And sex often came without any.
Leo shifted slightly on the couch, he never took his eyes off his friend, reading the stiffness in his shoulders beneath the black hoodie, realizing just how much it had cost Sangwon to admit any of this out loud.
"And if I already have a hard time imagining that scenario with someone..." Sangwon paused, drawing in an uneven breath.
A strange feeling settled in Leo's stomach. A bad one. The kind that made the hairs on his arms stand up and sent his pulse racing without warning.
"...then I don't know what to do when the only person I can imagine it with is you."
The silence that followed was so complete, so sudden and sharp, that Leo could swear he heard the ticking of the clock from the other side of the apartment, ringing directly in his ears as the entire world seemed to stop.
"What?" Leo managed to get out. His own voice sounded strange to him—rough, stripped of all the lightness from just minutes ago.
Sangwon didn't move. He had dropped the bomb, and instead of running to his room, he remained standing there, shoulders tense beneath the oversized black hoodie, holding Leo's gaze with a courage that made Leo's chest ache. His cheeks were flushed a faint, pale pink, the only visible sign that he was just as nervous as Leo was. Probably more.
"Hyung, please, listen to me," Sangwon whispered. He tried to use his usual careful, meticulous tone, but his voice cracked slightly halfway through. His fingers gripped the sleeves of his hoodie so tightly that his knuckles turned white, betraying just how difficult this was for him. "I tried to convince myself it could be anyone. That eventually I'd meet someone and everything would feel normal. But every time I imagined it..." He swallowed. "I couldn't. With you... with you it's different. I know the way you move. I know how you touch me. I trust you. I want to have sex with you." Sangwon lowered his gaze, swallowing hard. "And... and I understand if you don't want to. God, I don't even know if you find me attractive like that, and I know we've never talked about us that way, but...I really want it to be you, hyungie."
Leo felt his mouth go completely dry. He stood up from the couch slowly, almost unconsciously, as if his legs were moving on instinct alone. He took a couple of steps toward the counter, stopping at a respectful distance, but close enough to notice the subtle tremor in Sangwon's breathing.
Sangwon's words hit him like a bucket of ice water but not because Leo hated the idea. It was because the sheer rawness of Sangwon's insecurity made his heart wrench. Did he find him attractive? Fucking hell, if only he knew.
The truth was a crushing weight Leo had been carrying in secret for months. He had always been attracted to Sangwon, but he'd never wanted to admit it out of fear of ruining the one real, safe thing he had. He wanted Sangwon with an intensity that terrified him sometimes, and seeing him now, standing there in that oversized hoodie, doubting his own attractiveness, finally brought every one of Leo's walls crashing down.
Panic climbed into his chest—a terrifying fear of having exactly what he’d always wanted right within arm's reach, and the certainty that if he reached out and touched it, he might destroy it.
Leo slowly raised a hand, stopping halfway before it could brush against Sangwon's face, afraid that if he touched him now, there would be no turning back.
"Sangwon, think a little more about what you're saying," Leo pleaded. His voice had lost all firmness, coming out rough and thin, almost desperate. "You're talking about sex. About us. We're best friends, we live together. We've been through too much to ruin everything..." He rubbed a hand harshly over his face, letting out a trembling sigh that betrayed just how difficult it was to keep any physical distance between them. He had to clench his fists at his sides to stop himself from giving in to the temptation of pulling Sangwon against his body. "And don't ever say you aren't attractive to me, please. You have no idea what you do to me. You're beautiful, Wonie. Fuck, you drive me crazy. That's exactly why I can't take this lightly."
"But, I want you to be my first time, hyung. I want to experience all of those things, and I don't want to do it with anyone else. Just you." Sangwon cut him off as he stepped forward, closing the space between them. His dark eyes caught the reflection of the kitchen light.
Hearing that was the final trigger that made Leo take a step back, his face suddenly pale. The guilt he'd carried for months over his own feelings, combined with the absolute panic brought on by Sangwon's honesty, lodged itself in his throat.
"No. No—"The words came out immediately, his voice fractured by surprise and fear as he ran a hand through his already messy hair. "You're the most important person I have. That's exactly why I can't do this. If we cross that line, there's no going back. I don't want you looking at me tomorrow and regretting that we broke what we have because you were curious, or because you were confused. Don't ask me to take something that could destroy what we are."
I can't risk losing you. The thought stayed trapped behind trembling fingers and clenched teeth.
Sangwon went still. The faint spark of hope in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an expression so painful it made Leo's stomach twist. He gave a single, slow nod, swallowing down the rejection from the one person he actually desired. Then he took half a step backward, shrinking even further into the oversized black hoodie as though he were trying to disappear into it.
"I get it," Sangwon murmured. His voice had become small again. Barely audible. "Please forget we ever had this conversation. Goodnight, hyung."
He turned around without waiting for an answer and walked down the hallway toward his room, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sounded like an explosion to Leo. Leo was left standing alone in the kitchen, Sangwon’s tea growing cold on the counter, his own pulse racing out of control.
The conversation ended there, but Leo's mind became complete chaos. Over tthe next few days, he couldn't focus on his music at all.
The refusal he'd given Sangwon began to crack beneath the weight of thoughts he'd never allowed himself to have before. And now that Sangwon implicit permission, Leo's mind became his worst enemy. Because for the first very time, Leo started seriously considering a possibility he had never dared to put into words: Maybe Sangwon hadn't asked simply because he trusted him, but because he actually felt something more.
And instead of making Leo uncomfortable, the thought brought him a strange sense of stillness. A new emotion. It felt as if something deep inside him had finally woken up.
He couldn't stop it; his mind kept replaying everything Sangwon had said, building possibilities and scenarios around words he'd never let himself dwell on before, but that were now driving him crazy because of how badly he wanted them to be real. He tried to ignore it. He watched a replay of an old soccer match, went to work at the studio like usual, and tried to write new music as a distraction... but it was completely useless.
The problem wasn't attraction. It was that every ordinary thing Sangwon did suddenly felt impossible to ignore. That night, lying on his back in the darkness of his bedroom, Leo finally realized he wasn't going to get any sleep. Sangwon's confession kept replaying in his head. He tossed and turned every few seconds, desperately trying to find a way to cool down, but nothing worked.
Every time he closed his eyes, the same image came back. Too vivid, almost real. It was driving him insane. Sangwon, right there beside him. It wasn't even anything explicit; it was just Sangwon—his Sangwon—looking at him with those big, soft eyes and that cute bunny smile. Looking at him like he wanted him too, close enough that Leo could make out the shape of his mouth when he breathed. His lips were parted slightly, wet, as if he’d just run his tongue over them.
And then, inevitably, Leo found himself wondering what his friend would actually like in bed. He knew perfectly well that Sangwon hated being touched lightly; superficial friction just made him nervous, so logically, Sangwon would want to be taken roughly. The bare thought of that shy, seemingly innocent boy liking rough sex made Leo’s breath hitch. He let out a low, gravelly groan and gripped his cock tightly through his underwear, digging his fingers into his skin, feeling his length throb painfully—completely rigid at the sole idea of pinning him down against the mattress.
But little by little, his thoughts grew darker, more intense, more desperate, and the rough friction of his own hand through the fabric wasn't enough anymore. Leo slipped a hand beneath the waistband, groaning out loud as his hot fingers wrapped around his fully erect cock, already wet with pre-come.
The direct friction made him arch his back against the mattress, but what was really making him lose his mind was the scenario he kept building in his head, detail by detail: Sangwon’s small hand on his dick, stroking him with the quick, rough pace he liked. Leo thought about how Sangwon would want to be kissed, and if he’d like the same careless, loud, bite-heavy kisses that Leo did.
He pictured him with messy hair and flushed cheeks, breathing heavily as Leo shoved his legs wide apart, pushing Sangwon’s knees all the way back against his own chest to leave his small entrance completely exposed and stretched out, ready for him. He thought about how Sangwon would tense up the moment he felt the thickness of his cock pressing against his rim, instinctively looking for an instruction on how to process the invasion.
Sangwon was innocent, straightforward, logical, he liked understanding things, but Sangwon’s body reacted to him. And Leo couldn't stop imagining what it would be like if Sangwon looked to him for guidance the same way he did with everything else.
"That's it, Wonnie, open your legs wider for me," he’d tell him, burying himself slowly inside him, passing out at the way Sangwon’s internal walls would squeeze him with a desperate, inexperienced grip. Leo visualized the scene with obscene clarity.
He realized Sangwon probably wouldn't care for conventional dirty talk; but Sangwon loved praise. He adored it. Leo couldn't help but think of the exact way Sangwon always smiled, ducking his head, and how his cheeks would flush a bright pink every time Leo told him he'd done something well.
"You’re such a good boy, Wonie... look at you taking all of my size without a single complaint," he imagined whispering into his ear while pinning him wide on the mattress, bottoming out inside his tightness and forcing him to take every single inch. "You were made exclusively to take my cock this deep. No one else is ever going to touch you."
His strokes grew faster, losing all control, hard-fucking his own fist, desperate as more images of Sangwon kept crowding his mind. Leo’s body reacted instantly, shaking as he edged closer to the brink. His hand trembled.
And then, with one final image of Sangwon taking his dick, he came, his hot semen spilling between his fingers and across his stomach.
For several seconds he couldn't think at all.
Fucking hell, what did he just do?
He dragged his arm over his face, pressing his forearm hard against his eyes, trying to choke back his own breathing. But he couldn't block out the truth. He had come thinking about Sangwon…his best friend. Leo reay completely frozen, his chest heaving violently, terrified by the sudden realization that he didn't want anyone else touching Sangwon.
And there was no point denying it now; he wanted Sangwon. He wanted all of him; he actually loved him.
He knew he shouldn't want him like this, not when it could destroy the one thing he cherished the most in the world. But he couldn't change how he felt, how much he craved Sangwon.
And how much Sangwon probably wanted him too.
Five days had passed since that conversation. After that night in the kitchen, the atmosphere in the apartment changed completely. It had been days since Sangwon had gathered every ounce of courage he possessed to confess what had been haunting him in silence for months. And five days since Leo had told him no. Sangwon hadn't made a scene; If he had, Leo would've known how to handle it. Instead, Sangwon chose a suffocating, polite distance that drove Leo a little crazier every day.
The apartment had become unlivable. Everything that used to make Sangwon himself had vanished into thin air. He stopped humming in the hallways, his spontaneous laughs completely dried up, and their conversations shrank into brief exchanges of courtesy more fitting for strangers than best friends. Every time Leo tried to catch his eye, Sangwon looked away immediately, breaking the connection before it could even start.
The apartment felt empty despite the fact that they were both still living inside it. Sangwon had hidden himself behind an invisible shield of wounded pride, leaving Leo with the bitter certainty that, by trying to save what they had, he was losing him forever.
Leo, meanwhile, had become even quieter than usual, which, for him, was saying a lot.
That Friday night, Sangwon walked into the living room and found him sitting on the couch. Leo was leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees.
"Hyung?" Sangwon's voice broke the silence. It sounded soft, sweet, drifting through the space with a shyness that stood in stark contrast to Leo’s tight anxiety.
It had been days since Sangwon had called him that—days since he'd really called him anything at all.
Leo slowly raised his gaze, dragging his eyes from the floor to the figure standing at the end of the hallway. Sangwon had just come out of his room, and as he often did at home, he was wearing one of Leo's oversized old shirts. It swallowed him whole; the seams drooped well past his shoulders, and the hem nearly covered his pale thighs, leaving only his long legs visible beneath it and the thin fabric of his underwear visible underneath.
Seeing him dressed in his clothes, looking so small, vulnerable, and unintentionally provocative, made Leo's twist so violently he had to clench his jaw.
"Let's do it." The words came out suddenly, his voice rougher than usual.
Sangwon flinched where he stood, his hand instinctively clutching the hem of the shirt. His brows knit together in an instant mix of confusion and bewilderment. He blinked a couple of times, processing Leo’s words, and the shyness he’d walked in with began to morph into a something defensive.
"What are you talking about?" Sangwon asked, taking a cautious step backward as though Leo had suddenly lost his mind.
"About what you asked me in the kitchen the other night," Leo replied, never taking his eyes off him. "About being your first time. About teaching you. About being together. I’m in."
Sangwon felt his stomach drop, but it wasn't from relief—it was pure disbelief. The rejection from a few days ago had cut deeper than Leo realized, and now seeing him act as though nothing had happened—so direct, with this blunt, possessive attitude —immediately put him on guard.
"Oh, so now you are?" Sangwon questioned, and his voice, though still sweet, took on a sharp edge of annoyance and indignation. "You told me no, hyung. You gave me this whole speech about how we were going to ruin our friendship, you made me feel like some stupid, confused kid just acting on impulse, and then you spent a whole week acting like the conversation never happened. I don't get you.
"I panicked because I was afraid of ruining what we have, okay? I rejected you because you're the most important person in my life, and I thought I was doing the right thing," Leo replied, lowering his hand to reveal dark eyes fixed on the bare legs visible beneath Sangwon's oversized shirt. "But I was wrong. Being like this with you is a thousand times worse than any risk. I've spent every damn night this week unable to sleep because all I can think about is what you asked me, and how much of an idiot I was for saying no. I don't want you hiding from me, Wonie. Not anymore."
The raw honesty of Leo's words, stripped of any filter, hit Sangwon hard. Sangwon hesitated for a second, tightening his grip on the hem of the oversized shirt. But the tension that had built up throughout the week, along with the desperate need to regain Leo's closeness, proved stronger than his pride.
Leo patted his thigh gently and whispered in a low, rough voice that sounded more like a murmur:
"Come here. Please."
Sangwon blinked, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked at Leo's hand, then at his eyes, searching for some sign of doubt, but found none. He took one step, then another, dragging his bare feet across the carpet until he was standing directly in front of him, between Leo's spread knees.
Before he could process the movement, Leo reached out, grabbed him firmly by the hips beneath the oversized shirt, and pulled him forward, forcing him to sit astride his lap. Sangwon let out a soft gasp, instinctively opening his knees to settle on his friend's lap, just as he had done countless times before, immediately feeling the warmth of Leo's body beneath him.
Leo didn't let go, keeping his grip tight around his waist, he leaned in closer. A spark of dark, territorial jealousy—something Leo hadn't even known he was capable of feeling—bled into his voice when he spoke again.
"Look at you, Sangwonie... you're shaking." Leo whispered, bringing his face so close their breaths mingled in the tight space between them. "Tell me you still want it. Tell me it's not too late for your hyung to teach you."
Sangwon nodded once, never taking his eyes off him.
The pure surprise that lit up Sangwon’s face, instantly erasing days of misery, brought such a massive wave of relief that Leo almost smiled. Almost.
"But if we're going to do this, there's one condition that isn't negotiable."
Sangwon swallowed, his hands resting timidly on Leo's shoulders.
"What is it?" he asked softly.
"You're going to be exclusive with me," Leo said firmly, tightening his grip on Sangwon's hips before he could stop himself. "I don't care that you told me the other day you can only imagine it with me. I want you to understand this clearly. If I'm going to touch you, you're going to be mine alone. You're not going to look at anyone else, and you're not going to let anyone else get close to you like this. Only me. Understood?"
Sangwon frowned, a small line forming between his brows as the heat in his cheeks flared up.
"I wasn't going to."
"I know."
"I told you I only wanted to do it with you," he insisted quietly.
"I know, Wonie."
"Then I don't understand."
Leo let out a dry laugh devoid of humor and tightened his fingers around Sangwon's hip, drawing a soft gasp from him. His pulse was racing. He wasn't entirely sure how to explain this possessive, almost instinctive need without sounding ridiculous.
"I just want it to be clear."
"What, hyung?"
Leo studied him for a long moment, noticing the faint tremble in Sangwon's lips, the rapid pulse beating at the base of his pale throat. Then he shook his head, surrendering to the evidence of his own jealousy.
"That this is between us. Just you and me."
Sangwon nodded softly, his chest rising and falling erratically. And slowly, a deep blush spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. His heart skipped a beat because he understood perfectly what Leo was trying to hide behind those words, even if neither of them seemed ready to admit it out loud.
Sangwon let out a soft breath and shifted slightly on Leo's lap. The closeness was overwhelming; he could feel the heat radiating from Leo’s chest and the hardness of his body reacting to the sudden pressure of his hips.
Leo slid one hand up Sangwon's back, slipping beneath the oversized shirt until he reached the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers into his soft hair to force his face up.
He wanted to see him. He wanted to devour the expression on his friend's face now that he had him trapped beneath his own weight.
"I'm going to kiss you now, okay?" Leo whispered, his voice barely audible as he brushed his lips lightly against Sangwon, letting his warm breath wash over him.
And then, Leo leaned in slowly, closing the final inch of distance between them, and claimed his mouth. Sangwon let out a soft whine. It was his first kiss. It didn't feel romantic or gentle; it was an invasion. A claim. A brutal, painful, devastating confession of the lie they had been telling themselves for years. Leo’s mouth was neither gentle or patient. He was desperate, starving, crushing Sangwon’s lips with a force that spoke of years of carefully, wildly repressed desire. Leo bit down hard on Sangwon’s lower lip, ripping a sharp, startled gasp from his throat.
Leo tilted his head to deepen the angle, kissing him with a need so raw and overwhelming that a small, helpless sound escaped Sangwon before disappearing between them.
Leo sucked on his tongue out of pure need, so raw and heavy that an open-mouthed, muffled sob slipped from Sangwon—a tiny, helpless sound that was swallowed right down Leo’s throat, melting completely against the unfamiliar taste. His nails dug harder into the older boy’s broad shoulders, sliding up his neck and gripping tightly.
Before he could even process what was happening, Leo’s tongue plunged into his mouth. It swept past his teeth—hot, wet, and demanding—tasting of a desperate, possessive hunger that was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. Sangwon, completely surrendered to the control and utterly overwhelmed, was drowning. His body, which had been rigid with nervous tension, went entirely limp, his only instinct being to cling to the desire consuming him.
The kiss stretched out, turning louder and hungrier, filling the living room with the echo of their ragged breathing. Leo broke the contact by barely a millimeter, keeping his lips brushing against Sangwon’s, sharing the same hot air. Sangwon’s lower lip was slick, subtly swollen and bruised from the intensity of the claim.
Without making him get off his lap, Leo stood up. He carried Sangwon’s weight with ease, locking his strong arms securely under the younger boy’s pale thighs. Sangwon, still dazed, wrapped his legs tightly around Leo's waist, burying his face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent that always radiated from Leo's skin.
Leo took long, firm strides down the hallway, straight to his bedroom. He kicked the door open and shut it behind them with a heavy thud, leaving the rest of the apartment and the outside world forgotten. The room was bathed in a soft twilight, illuminated only by the streetlights filtering through the window.
He approached the bed and gently lowered Sangwon onto the sheets. It was a careful movement—a controlled gentleness that stood in stark contrast to the wild force of just minutes ago. However, Leo didn't pull away; he crawled onto the mattress immediately, positioning himself right between Sangwon’s parted legs, pinning him beneath his weight.
Sangwon lay on his back completely still. The contrast between the dark bedding and his pale skin, combined with the flush across his cheeks, made him look breathtaking. His dark eyes remained fixed on Leo, his chest rising and falling erratically.
He didn't know what to do with his hands, or how to position his legs. His body had simply frozen beneath the weight of everything he was feeling.
Leo noticed the shy uncertainty with which his friend was trying to process it all. He leaned closer, resting one elbow beside Sangwon's head, with his free hand, he brushed his thumb along his cheek, tracing the warmth of his cheekbone.
"Wonie," he murmured.His voice was low and rough."Hyung will take care of everything now, okay? Arms up."
Sangwon obeyed instantly, lifting his hands in a helpless gesture of submission. Leo hooked his fingers into the hem of the massive shirt and slid it up over his head, tossing it to the side of the mattress without once breaking eye contact. Sangwon looked up at him, completely focused on every word. Leo's gaze softened slightly as he watched him. Then his attention drifted lower. For a moment, he simply looked.
Sangwon’s torso was left bare in the dim light of the room. Looking at him with true attention, Leo felt a violent twist in his stomach. The slenderness of his ribs, the narrowness of his waist, and the almost liquid softness of his lines struck him completely speechless for a second. Sangwon had subtle, delicate curves that his baggy clothes usually camouflaged; his shoulders weren't broad or harsh, his waist was tiny, and his features, beneath his messy bangs, had an almost feminine softness to them.
Picturing him underneath him—yielded and soft—suddenly didn't feel so foreign to what he already knew. He looks like a girl, Leo thought, marveled by his best friend's sheer delicacy.
The delicate structure of Sangwon's body, combined with the vulnerable trust shining in his eyes, struck Leo harder than he expected. For years he had known every detail about him. Yet suddenly, it felt like he was seeing him for the very first time.
Leo slid his hands down to the waistband of Sangwon’s underwear, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of his stomach.
"Are you okay?" Leo asked quietly, his voice rough with emotion. This time, the question wasn't about the kiss from earlier. It was about them. About the sudden, undeniable intimacy consuming them both.
Sangwon let out a soft, nervous laugh, a broken little sound that sent shivers down Leo's spine.
"I don't think this is exactly a best friends thing, hyung," he whispered. "But... I like it."
Leo laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated straight through Sangwon’s body because of how closely their chests were pressed together. It was a sound of pure relief, of a raw joy that had been held back for way too long.
"I like it too, baby" Leo confessed. "I really like it."
Leo leaned over him, pinning him gently beneath the comforting weight of his body. He didn't want to pressure him. He knew this was Sangwon's first time experiencing any of this, and he wanted to take things slowly.
"We can go at whatever pace you want, alright? There's no rush."
Sangwon licked his lips, staring at the sharp line of Leo’s jaw before tracing his eyes down the older boy’s body. All the guilt from spending an entire week running away from him, combined with the overwhelming need to prove that he truly wanted him and wasn't afraid, settled heavily in his chest. Sangwon didn't know how to move in bed, he didn't know what it felt like to be touched, but he had read enough on the internet over those agonizing days to know he wanted to please Leo first. He wanted to bleed away the tension he had caused his hyung.
With his heart racing out of control, Sangwon shifted.
Instead of staying underneath him, he placed his hands against Leo's shoulders and gently pushed. Leo looked confused but shifted back onto his knees, giving him space. Sangwon immediately slipped out from underneath him, moving across the mattress and taking the initiative for the first time.
"I want to try something first, hyung. Let me do something for you."
Leo held his breath as he watched Sangwon slowly move lower, kneeling on the mattress right between his thighs. His movements were clumsy, giving away his total lack of experience, but there was a raw devotion on his face that left Leo’s mouth bone-dry.
"I want to..." Sangwon hesitated, gripping Leo's thighs as if searching for stability. "I want to suck you off, hyungie. Let me do that. Please."
Leo nodded slowly, resting his back against the headboard. He spread his legs a wider and brought one of his large hands through Sangwon's soft hair, holding it firmly without hurting him.
"You're such a good boy, Wonie... so completely mine," Leo murmured, and for the first time, he let his hand guide Sangwon’s head down, subtly pushing him toward his crotch. "Alright. If you want to learn, hyung will teach you exactly how it's done. Unbutton my pants."
Sangwon obeyed immediately. With his fingers trembling from nerves, he lowered Leo’s zipper and shoved his jeans down. The fabric of his boxers barely contained the blunt force with which his member snapped free, fully erect and heavy. Sangwon froze for a few seconds, his hands still anchored to Leo’s thighs, his eyes wide.
He knew his hyung was taller and built broader, but seeing the actual dimensions of his dick up close completely intimidated him. It was fucking huge, its length making him swallow hard, its girth mapped out by thick, taut veins throbbing in sync with his wild heartbeat. The tip was already slick, wet with pre-come, brushing against Leo's shirt-covered stomach.
"Come closer and lick the tip," Leo instructed quietly. "Slowly. Let me see how you take me."
Sangwon leaned forward slowly, feeling the heat radiating from Leo's skin. He parted his lips shyly and brushed the tip of his tongue over the head, tasting the salty, unmistakable taste of Leo.
Leo let out a low growl, a sound that vibrated from deep in his chest and felt like pure victory to Sangwon. Encouraged by the reaction, he gathered his courage. he parted his lips a bit wider and sealed his mouth around the head of Leo’s erection, sucking gently while his tongue swirled circles around the glans.
"Ah, fuck... just like that, baby," Leo whispered, letting his head fall back against the headboard, though his eyes remained half-open, greedily taking in the view.
Sangwon began moving his head forward and back, trying to accommodate the impressive thickness between his lips. It was too much. Every time he tried to take a few more inches in, the sheer width filled his mouth completely, stretching the corners of his lips and forcing his jaw to stay wide open. He realized right away that he wouldn't be able to handle the entire length all at once, so he used his hands—wrapping his fingers around the base of Leo's dick, stroking up and down to handle the parts his mouth couldn't reach.
The visual contrast was insane: Sangwon’s pale, delicate hands could barely close into a full fist around him.
Carried away by determination, Sangwon tried taking more into his mouth, but the size pressed directly against the back of his throat, triggering his gag reflex. He let out a muffled, breathless whimper, and a string of saliva began to slick down the corner of his mouth, wetting his chin while his eyelashes grew damp from the sudden instinct to choke. He tried to pull back.
Before he could retreat completely, Leo’s large hands came straight down to his head, burying into his hair firmly, but without shoving him. He just held him there, controlling the pace of the glide.
"Slowly down, baby" Leo whispered between breaths, his eyes fixed on Sangwon's wet lashes while his other hand reached down to wipe the saliva off his chin with his thumb, with surprising tenderness. "You're not taking all of it at once. Don't be greedy. You'll hurt your throat if you rush."
Sangwon looked up at him with watery eyes, silently apologizing.
"Like this, Wonnie... look at me," Leo instructed, guiding him with a gentle tilt of his hands in his hair, setting a slow, measured rhythm. "Lips first. Use them to cover your teeth. That's it... wet the tip, move slow, and breathe through your nose. God, you're so warm."
Leo couldn't think straight anymore. The combination of Sangwon's tight mouth, the wet, clumsy sounds of his sucking, and the sheer sight of the younger boy kneeling between his thighs, looking up at him through tear-veiled eyes from the sheer effort, was pushing him straight over the edge. He knew that if he let Sangwon keep going, he was going to come in his mouth without being able to stop it. And he didn't want Sangwon’s very first experience to end so abruptly and one-sidedly.
"Wonie... wait," Leo growled, his voice completely broken and raspy with urgency.
Because Sangwon was way too focused on trying to get it right, he didn't react immediately, pulling one last, deep suction on the head that made Leo arch his back, ripping a gravelly moan that echoed through the entire bedroom
"I said stop, Sangwon," Leo insisted, this time wrapping his fingers tighter into his hair to sharply pull him up, forcing the heavy length out of his mouth.
When he finally came away, a strand of saliva connected Sangwon's swollen, red lips to the wet, throbbing tip of Leo’s dick. The younger boy blinked, completely disoriented, panting heavily through his mouth as he tried to claw back the breath he’d lost. His cheeks were painted a deep, dark pink, his eyes completely clouded with lust and exhaustion.
"Did... did I do it wrong, hyung?" Sangwon asked softly, a note of innocent frustration slipping into his voice as he assumed his inexperience had ruined the moment.
Leo let out a choked laugh—a mix of sheer disbelief and pure physical agony. He leaned forward, grabbing Sangwon by the shoulders to haul him up, forcing him out from between his legs. With a firm but delicate motion, he guided him to lie flat on his back in the center of the bed.
"You did amazing. I stopped you because I was about to come all over your face," Leo admitted. "And tonight is about you."
Leo lowered his head until his lips were right beside Sangwon's ear, his voice dropping into a thick whisper that sent goosebumps racing across the younger boy's skin.
"There's something I need to tell you before we keep going" Leo confessed, pausing for a moment as a sudden wave of honesty tightened his throat. "I've... never been with a guy."
Sangwon looked at him in silence, swallowing hard.
Seeing Leo’s vulnerability—admitting his own lack of experience—gave him the final push of courage he needed to shatter a lifelong secret. He bit his lower lip, his eyes glassy with shy tears, and whispered in a trembling voice:
"You... you don't have to worry about that, hyung, being with me... it's going to be exactly like being with a girl. "
Leo frowned, confused, unable to understand what he meant.
"What are you talking about, Wonie?"
Unable to resist his curiosity, Leo lowered his hands and hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of Sangwon's underwear. The younger boy squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath, fists clenching the sheets as he felt the fabric slide smoothly down his thighs, leaving him completely exposed.
Leo’s fingers locked tight against Sangwon’s skin, and his eyes went wide, striking him entirely speechless. It took his brain a few seconds to process the information, but once it did, the mental image of Sangwon—with his delicate curves and flushed lips—spreading his legs on his bed to reveal a slick, tight cunt waiting exclusively for his dick, completely destroyed the last remaining shred of his self-control.
Sangwon's body was literally designed to be claimed by him.
Leo smiled slowly. The possessiveness in that expression stole the breath from Sangwon's lungs.
"Like a girl, huh..." Leo repeated, letting his free hand slide from Sangwon's neck down the side of his waist, gripping him firmly. "Fucking perfect. It means I don't have to hold back. I can stretch you open as deep and as fucking hard as I want, and your tight little cunt is going to take every single inch of my cock. "
He leaned over him completely, using his weight to gently pin him against the mattress, leaving no room for escape. With remarkable tenderness, Leo brushed the tears from Sangwon's cheeks with his thumbs before lowering himself to kiss him again.
Without giving him a chance to recover, Leo moved one rough hand toward Sangwon's throat. It wasn't a subtle gesture; he wrapped his fingers around the pale throat, applying a firm, rough, and steady pressure—just enough to pin Sangwon’s head securely against the pillow. The younger boy let out a muffled, choked gasp into the kiss, a broken sound that mingled with the wet tears tracking down his cheeks.
Leo broke the kiss slowly, leaving a hot trail of spit between their lips, and dragged his gaze down to the space between his friend's legs. Keeping his grip anchored around his neck, Leo used his free hand to claim the exposed torso. His long fingers glided deliberately over Sangwon’s slender ribs until they found one of his nipples, subtly pink and already hard. He caught it between his index finger and thumb, pinching the tip with a deliberate roughness and tugging upward.
"Hyung!" Sangwon’s whimper sounded muffled under the pressure against his throat. He arched his chest instinctively into Leo’s fingers, trying to ease the sharp sting while simultaneously chasing more of it, but the stimulation only intensified when Leo dropped his mouth to bite the other nipple, sucking on it hard until the sensitive flesh turned red and raw.
Leo lifted his head, brushing his lips right against Sangwon’s ear, his voice breaking into a low, raspy growl.
"There isn't anything more beautiful," Leo growled softly against his ear, "than a good boy who's so sweet to his hyung."
Sangwon shivered beneath him. Leo's praise hit him harder than anything else.
Sangwon arched his back instantly, ripping out a high-pitched whine as Leo’s thumb pressed directly against the swollen clit peeking out from his lips. He was entirely oversensitive. Leo began rubbing him up and down at a rapid pace, applying a relentless friction that had Sangwon’s own slick splashing between his fingers, utterly reveling in the way Sangwon’s body trembled and twitched beneath him.
Pausing his movements, Leo slid down the bed, shifting to kneel right between Sangwon’s parted legs.
"Hyung..." Sangwon whispered, his pulse quickening as he lifted his head slightly to look down at him. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to get you ready, Wonie," Leo explained, holding his gaze. "So your first time won't hurt. You need to be really wet and relaxed. You need to learn how to take me."
Sangwon let out a shaky breath and covered his eyes with his forearm, utterly overwhelmed by the embarrassment of being exposed beneath the older boy’s dark stare.
Leo leaned forward, spreading Sangwon's knees wider so he could settle more comfortably between his thighs, making him tremble beneath the touch of his large hands.
"Take your arm away from your face. I want to see you," Leo ordered in a rough whisper, thick with desire. "I've spent an entire week imagining what you'd look like spread out on my bed like this. I've been dying to taste you, baby. I bet you taste fucking delicious. Just look at you. You're so fucking beautiful."
Slowly, Sangwon lowered his arm, his lashes damp, completely unable to tear his eyes away. The flush on his cheeks flared into a violent, deep pink.
The first touch of Leo’s mouth was a wet, warm brush directly against his already swollen clit. Sangwon arched his back off the mattress, a sharp, high-pitched moan ripping from his throat before he could stop it. His fingers dug hard into the dark sheets the moment he felt the heavy pressure of Leo’s lips.
Leo took his time. Knowing Sangwon’s total lack of experience, he used his tongue to swirl slow, firm circles, lapping at the entrance of his cunt, which was already beginning to drench itself in his own juices. He buried his face between the younger boy's legs, sucking down so hard that Sangwon began to lose all control over his own body, rolling his hips forward on pure instinct, chasing more.
"That's it, move for me, baby..." Leo whispered against his skin, pausing for a split second to look up at him while running his fingers over his lips, which were completely slick and hot. "Look how wet you get just because your hyung sucks on you a little. You're dripping. You're doing perfect, baby," Leo praised him. "I'm going to use my fingers to get you used to it. I want you to look me in the eye the whole time and tell me how it feels, understood?"
Leo slid his fingers lower, tracing the wet, slick outer folds that were already glistening, and pressed the pad of his index finger against Sangwon’s tight entrance, slowly working his way inside.
"Ah—fuck... h-hyung..." Sangwon whined, squeezing his eyes shut as his legs tried to close on impulse against the invasion.
"No, don't close them," Leo told him. "Open wider for me. You're still so tight for the size of my dick. I'm going to add another finger, okay?"
Leo curled his finger inside him, searching against the ridged walls, and almost immediately pushed a second finger in, expanding the tissue with a firm, unyielding pressure. The stretch made Sangwon whimper, his chest heaving erratically.
"Hyung, ah! It hurts... a little," Sangwon pleaded in a thread of a voice, rolling his hips upward unconsciously, trying to ease the pressure or ask for more, completely unable to tell pain apart from pleasure anymore.
"I know, my love. You're doing perfect." Leo cooed, using an incredibly tender tone without ever stopping. He began pacing his two fingers in and out, setting a rough, fast rhythm that grew incredibly loud from the wet friction of his slick. "You're such a good boy, Wonie. Such a good boy for your hyung. Look at how you open up just for me. You're so fucking tight," Leo growled, his voice dropping into a raspy register as he pressed his lips directly against his swollen clit, sucking down hard while speeding up the rhythm of his fingers inside.
Sangwon's pale thighs trembled uncontrollably against Leo’s broad shoulders, trying to clamp shut from the sheer intensity, but the older boy’s large hands held him pinned wide open, completely exposed.
Leo slowly pulled his fingers out, taking in the wet, obscene sound the exit made, leaving Sangwon’s entrance completely stretched, glistening, and twitching for more. Sangwon let out a helpless whine at the sudden emptiness, instinctively, he reached for him, searching for the contact he'd just lost.
"Don't move," Leo ordered calmly. The quiet authority in his voice sent a shiver down Sangwon's spine.
Leo straightened up onto his knees in the middle of the mattress, forcing Sangwon to hold his gaze beneath the dim light. With deliberate movements full of confidence, Leo grabbed the hem of his own shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion, tossing it onto the floor. His torso was completely exposed now—broad shoulders, the firm rise and fall of his chest with each uneven breath, and the thin trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants. A fine sheen of sweat covered his skin.
Sangwon swallowed hard, unable to look away. His heart lurched painfully at the sight of his hyung's imposing build looming over him without any barriers between them.
Without once breaking eye contact, Leo reached down to his jeans and underwear, stripping out of them quickly. He leaned forward again, settling his weight right between Sangwon’s parted thighs until his bare chest brushed against the younger boy's soft skin. Before pushing in, he extended his large, firm hands to grip Sangwon’s hips, digging his fingers deep into the pale flesh, knowing well he’d leave marks. He anchored him flat against the mattress, leaving him absolutely no room to squirm away. The sudden contrast of their body heat sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated anticipation racing down Sangwon's spine.
Leo pressed the hot tip against Sangwon's wet entrance, immediately noticing the overwhelming size difference. He rolled the head against Sangwon’s clit, drawing a sharp moan from him right before applying pressure.
"It's going to hurt at first, Sangwonie, but hyung promises you'll feel good. I'm going in real slow. If it's too much, you tell me, but I want you to try and take your hyung all the way. Yeah, baby? Take a deep breath for me," Leo instructed. His voice remained incredibly tender—a sweet, soft coo that stood in stark contrast to the violence with which he was pinning his body down.
Sangwon locked his watery eyes onto Leo's and nodded, gritting his teeth as he tried to control the trembling running through him. Leo shoved his hips forward with a firm, deliberate push, applying a subtle but relentless pressure, letting the tight ring begin to register the actual size of what it was about to stretch for.
"Ah! Hyung!" The cry tore completely raw from Sangwon’s throat as the head of Leo’s dick broke past the initial resistance, stretching the internal walls of his cunt to their absolute limit. The younger boy arched his back violently, instinctively trying to slide up the mattress to get away from the intrusion; even so, his hands clawed into Leo's shoulders, pulling him close. "It's too big... it won't fit..."
Leo’s hands locked onto his hips, holding him dead still, forcing him to take the brunt of the weight. Tears spilled over the corners of his eyes all over again as a tangled whimper of pain and pleasure slipped past his swollen lips.
"It will fit, baby. You're made perfectly for me," Leo assured him in a rough voice, pausing his advance. He leaned forward, kissing away the tears gathered at the corners of Sangwon's eyes, brushing kisses across his cheeks before finally capturing his lips in a deep kiss. "Trust hyung, baby. I'm not going to hurt you. Let me all the way in."
Leo gritted his teeth, exhaled a rough groan, and gave a second, rude, definitive thrust, burying himself completely to the hilt. The base of his pelvis slammed flush against Sangwon’s backside, forcing Sangwon’s anatomy to mold entirely around his thickness while their hips collided with a heavy, wet slap.
"It's been so hard," Leo groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking hard controlling myself all this time. Wanting you like this. Wanting you completely helpless underneath me." He moved again, drawing another broken cry from Sangwon. "I know we're supposed to be best friends, Sangwonie. But I've always thought of you as mine. I've always felt like you belong with me. You always have. And I'm completely yours too, baby."
Leo pulled his body almost entirely out, suspending Sangwon in the agonizing ache of emptiness for a split second, before hammering right back in all the way to the root, filling him with a blunt impact that made the mattress vibrate.
"You only have one job, baby," Leo murmured against his skin. "To make hyung feel good."
“Y-Yes… Hyung… ah! More... please, move,” Sangwon pleaded, completely losing track of his thoughts. His long legs lifted instinctively to wrap around Leo’s waist, seeking to make every thrust sink even deeper.
“You’re so greedy, Sangwon. Begging for more while you’re crying.”
Leo let out a guttural groan, gritting his teeth as he began thrusting harder, drawing wet, obscene sounds from the collision of his hips against Sangwon’s body. The rhythm became relentless—fast, punishing, destructive.
Taking advantage of the way Sangwon’s legs were hooked around his waist, Leo let go of his side and slid his hand straight up to the younger boy's throat. He flared his fingers around that pale neck, applying a pressure that pinned Sangwon’s head securely against the pillow, cutting off his air just enough to turn his moans sharp and choked. At the same time, with his remaining free hand anchored firmly onto the pelvic bone, Leo yanked Sangwon’s body upward to meet his thrusts, forcing his pussy to swallow every single inch of his girth in one brutal stroke.
The constant friction of the sticky fluids coating both of them filled the room with loud, wet, shameless sounds. Without breaking the firm grip squeezing his throat, Leo stretched his thumb upward, reaching Sangwon’s trembling lips. He shoved his finger roughly into his mouth, burying it deep into his oral cavity to force him to lap and bite at it, muffling his screams in the middle of the ecstasy.
With his other hand, Leo stopped holding his hip adragged his fingers straight down to Sangwon’s clit, which was sticking out completely exposed. He began rubbing it roughly, crushing it with his thumb in perfect sync with every deep thrust.
Each stroke of his cock drove in with such force that Sangwon’s body slid several inches across the sheets, forcing Leo to drag him back by the thighs and spread him open all over again.
The double stimulation—the violent pounding of Leo’s cock and the relentless, almost painful friction of his thumb against Sangwon’s swollen clit—finally made Sangwon’s internal walls spasm violently. His body clenched around Leo in a suffocating grip, triggering a wild, involuntary orgasm. His tightness became an almost unbearable suction, so impossibly tight it threatened to drag Leo over the edge in a single instant.
“H-Hyung… something’s wrong…” Sangwon whimpered, his voice broken and his eyes wide as he desperately searched for Leo’s face in the darkness. “I-I feel like I’m going to pee… my tummy hurts… it’s... it’s so deep…”
“It’s okay, baby. You’re not going to pee. It’s your first orgasm. Let it happen,” Leo growled directly into his ear, his heavy breath scorching Sangwon’s skin as he lost the last remnants of his restraint, feeling how Sangwon’s flesh turned into a searing vice devouring his dick. “Squeeze your hyung, Wonie. Show me how perfect you are. Show me how you come just for me. I bet you look so beautiful when you come, my love. Do it now.”
Leo snapped his hips forward with brutal force, and the swollen head of his cock pressed so deeply against Sangwon’s inner wall that its outline became clearly visible beneath the pale skin of his abdomen.
“A-ah! Look! I can feel it in my stomach, Hyungie!” Sangwon cried out, both horrified and fascinated as he looked down at his lower belly.
Leo looked down too, and the sight robbed him of breath. Every time he thrust forward, the sheer size of his cock stretched Sangwon’s abdominal muscles from the inside, creating a long, veined bulge just beneath his belly button. Seeing his own dick literally distorting his best friend’s stomach because of how deep he was awakened something possessive and almost violent inside him.
“Fuck, look how tiny you are. You’re so full of me, I can even feel myself from here” Leo growled, devouring the sight with a feverish stare as he thrust again, watching the shape of himself appear and disappear beneath Sangwon’s skin. His hand pushing onto the bulge on Sangwon's stomach, finding the outline of himself.
The exact second the climax swept through Sangwon’s body, his anatomy collapsed in the most intense way possible.
The contractions of his vaginal canal were so brutal, so deep, that a thick, heavy stream of translucent fluid burst out under pressure from between his legs, splashing across the sheets and over both of their sweat-slick stomachs in a violent, hot, noisy squirt. The flood soaked the hand Leo was using to rub his clit, creating a wet smack that echoed sharply throughout the room.
Sangwon arched his hips upward in an agonized spasm, suspended in the air, trembling from head to toe as the orgasm overwhelmed him completely, leaving him utterly wrecked by pleasure.
Feeling the scorching wave of fluid soaking their joined bodies, combined with the desperate, hungry way Sangwon’s walls clamped around him, was the final trigger for Leo. The rough grip around Sangwon’s throat became a rigid anchor, pinning him completely to the mattress as Leo drew his hips all the way back, dragging his cock nearly out before slamming forward again with three fast, heavy, merciless thrusts aimed directly at the deepest part of the channel tightening around him.
He delivered one final savage thrust, pouring all of his strength into it, burying himself so deeply that his pelvis slammed violently against Sangwon’s soaked pubic bone, hitting the very end of him. Leo let out a raw, ragged groan against his neck as his cock began pulsing deep inside him, releasing wave after wave of hot, abundant semen. Sangwon’s body took everything directly at its deepest point, stretching under the pressure as it tried to hold every drop of the burning release Leo was giving him.
Leo froze in that position for a couple of seconds, pressing his full weight against Sangwon’s body to savor the final pulses of his own climax before collapsing, exhausted, onto his sweat-covered chest. His breathing came out in loud, uneven gasps, warm air brushing against his friend’s neck.
He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he remained buried in the suffocating warmth, allowing the excess semen to begin slowly leaking out and sliding down between their thighs. The room fell into a thick, comfortable silence, broken only by the sound of their breathing gradually returning to normal.
Still heavy with post-orgasm exhaustion, Leo slowly shifted to one side. As he finally withdrew from deep inside Sangwon, a low, shaky sigh escaped of him, followed by the slow trickle of warmth that stained the sheets beneath them.
Without wasting a second, Leo stretched out an arm and pulled Sangwon against his chest, wrapping him in a protective embrace while running his fingers through his sweaty hair. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his temple before speaking, his voice rough but overflowing with a tenderness that contrasted completely with the intensity of only moments ago.
“Are you okay, Sangwon?” Leo whispered, searching for his eyes in the darkness. “Did you like it, baby? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Sangwon let out a tshaky sigh, settling his head into the crook of Leo’s neck. He felt completely exhausted, but the sense of satisfaction coursing through him was absolute. A small, affectionate smile curved against his hyung’s skin.
“It was perfect, hyung... it really was perfect,” Sangwon replied in a soft, sleepy voice, clinging to the older man’s bare back. “I liked it so much... Now I want to have sex every day, but only with you. I only want you to touch me like that.”
Leo let out a deep, husky laugh, the beautiful vibration resonating directly through Sangwon’s chest. The relief and pure happiness on the oolder boy's face were impossible to hide. He leaned down and gave him a short, noisy kiss on the lips, pulling him even closer.
“I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much.”
“I love you too, hyung,” Sangwon replied immediately, intertwining their fingers as he looked up at him with wide eyes full of adoration. “Way more than you think.”
Leo smiled and gave his hand one final squeeze before beginning to sit up in bed, reluctantly breaking apart the warm little nest they had created together.
“Come on, stay here for a minute. Don’t move,” Leo instructed, getting completely off the mattress and stretching his naked body in the dim light. “I’m going to the bathroom to grab some towels so we can clean up a bit. These sheets are ruined for sleeping now, so once we’re done, we’ll move to your room. We’ll spend the rest of the night there.”
Sangwon nodded from his place on the pillow, watching him walk toward the bathroom with his heart feeling impossibly full and a deep sense of peace settling in his chest. As he listened to the distant sound of running water, he curled up beneath the blankets, knowing that even though everything between them had changed in the most irreversible and physical way possible, they were finally exactly where they had always been meant to be, with the unshakable certainty that he now belonged to him completely.