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Things can't continue like this, Sunoo has finally decided.

Given the nature of Heeseung's work, the two of them don't really get to spend as much time as they want like last year, when they were still in college. They're fresh graduates, and while other people would rest for a little while, the two of them decided to apply for a job immediately. There isn't really an issue with it except for one: they've gotten so busy to the point that they only get to be with each other during weekends which in Sunoo's opinion, is fucking ridiculous.

Perhaps it's him feeling the symptoms of withdrawal due to them basically being inseparable during their college days, but whatever it is—Sunoo hates it, and he's gonna put an end to it.

Desperate times calls for desperate measures, and Sunoo's pretty desperate to get his boyfriend's attention tonight; so he decided to add a little flair to his plan. It wasn't much, just him dressing up in pink laced panties that he had ordered online, and a pair of thigh highs adorned with ribbons and laces at the hem, perfectly matching his aesthetic.

Sunoo checks himself out in the mirror, satisfied with how the garment hugs his thighs just perfectly. Sliding the closet doors open, he starts shuffling through Heeseung's clothes, going through the monochrome shirts and hoodies hanging inside before his hand lands on a white dress shirt. It's oversized, of course, stopping around mid-thigh which Sunoo deems perfect enough. He revels in the soothing scent that takes over him as he slips Heeseung's clothes on, before he settles down on the bed.

There's still an hour left before his boyfriend arrives, as per Heeseung's message just a couple minutes ago, so Sunoo decides to use the remaining time and prepare himself for what's about to come.

“Love? I'm home.” comes Heeseung's voice echoing in the silent apartment, to which Sunoo immediately answers 'bedroom' loudly. The older male finds it odd that Sunoo didn't welcome him back personally like he usually does, but he soon gets his answer when he sets his foot in their bedroom.

Sunoo's is already sprawled on their shared bed, a wide grin curling on his lips at the sight of Heeseung standing by the doorstep. Admittedly, he's nervous as to what his boyfriend's reaction would be, but his heart soon feels at ease when he sees Heeseung giving him a once over, the older's gaze on his thighs lasting longer than their eye contact.

“Welcome home, baby.” Sunoo singsongs, opening his arms wide enthusiastically as he sits up.

“What's…” Heeseung's eyes are wide as he walks towards the bed, and Sunoo recognizes the panic in his countenance. “Is there an occasion that I forgot?”

“Nothing, just wanted to dress up for you.” Sunoo says, a chuckle erupting from his lips upon hearing the other sigh in relief. He reaches over to cup Heeseung's face in his palms, planting a kiss on the male's cheek. “Why don't you go and relax in the bathtub? I already prepared it for you.”

Heeseung shakes his head as he stands up, loosening his tie hastily. “No, I'll just take a quick shower.” He kisses the younger male's forehead. “Don't sleep yet.”

Sunoo can't help but giggle at that. He's sure that Heeseung already got the memo after seeing him clad in nothing but the latter's clothing that barely covers the lower half of his body; because it hasn't even been ten minutes and Heeseung is already out of the shower.

It feels like a Greek god has descended right before him—as if Heeseung was sculpted from marble with the utmost care. Sunoo has to suppress himself from asking his boyfriend 'are you real?' for the umpteenth time, just like he did when they first met.

“Like what you see?” A voice beside him pulls Sunoo out of his trance. Only then did he fully process Heeseung's entirety, all in his post-shower glory and now crawling towards where Sunoo is positioned on the bed. He feels his mind short-circuit at the sight.

”Yeah,” Sunoo says, shamelessly checking out his boyfriend's body. He grins upon hearing the other laugh at his silly antics. “How's your day?” Sunoo asks as he reels Heeseung into his arms, capturing the latter's lips in a peck.

His boyfriend reeks of body soap, shampoo along with his musky cologne, hitting Sunoo's senses all at once and making his mind feel even more woozy. Sunoo had his face buried at the crook of the taller's neck in an instant and for a moment, he thinks of calling his plan off tonight for a cuddling session instead.

Heeseung sighs. “I missed you. It was tiring as usual.” He answers then, melting into the touch as Sunoo's warmth encases his figure.

“Missed you more,” Sunoo runs his fingers underneath the back of Heeseung's shirt in an attempt to soothe his boyfriend—a habit that he'd learned upon years of knowing the other. “It's your boss again, isn't it?”

“Hm. He was especially annoying and cranky today.”

Sunoo snorts at that. “When is he not? I honestly don't think I'd last a week with him as my boss.” He replies, caressing along Heeseung's spine. “Here, let me help you relax.” Sunoo's deft hands start working on various spots, massaging the knots forming on his boyfriend's shoulders brought by his strenuous office job.

His mind barely registers what Heeseung says next as he busies himself by pressing a flurry of kisses across his boyfriend's other shoulder, trailing them up until he reaches the shell Heeseung's ear. Feeling the other sink further into his arms made Sunoo smile.

Sunoo feels mournful at the thought of having to pull away from the hug, but it soon fades into the back of his mind when he comes face to face with Heeseung, his eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted like it's asking to be kissed.

So Sunoo did, and whatever Heeseung attempts to say next dies in his throat as both of their lips meet for the second time. The kiss is soft at first, like the ones that usually sets the butterflies in their stomach on loose; but with every passing second it turns into a much needier one, easily setting their insides alight.

It becomes messier, now involving tongue while their grip on each other's body gets firmer, too desperate to touch everywhere. Soon enough, Sunoo is already looming over Heeseung, mouths never straying away from each other even for a split second. They only part for a breath when both of them started feeling lightheaded, chest heaving as they take in their current state, lips swollen and shiny with spit.

Heeseung has told countless times before how much he loves pining Sunoo down, loves seeing him writhing, begging, underneath his touch—and Sunoo sees the appeal now. It wasn't often that he gets the chance to be on top of his boyfriend because he was smaller and much easier to manhandle, with Heeseung taking any chance that he can get in bending Sunoo to his mercy, but Sunoo thinks he could get used to this view.

Especially when Heeseung is looking up at him with his wide, doe eyes, looking way too eager for Sunoo's next move.

Licking his lower lip, the corners of Heeseung's mouth curls into a lopsided grin. “What's gotten my baby so worked up?” He slithers his hand onto the shorter male's rear to give it a squeeze. “You missed me that much?”

Sunoo huffs. “And if I did?” It wasn't really a question nor was he expecting Heeseung to answer it; already latching his lips at the juncture between his boyfriend's neck and shoulder before Heeseung could even respond. His kisses are far harsher this time, intent on painting the male's skin with his mark.

“Fuck baby,” Heeseung breathes out at a particularly hard bite onto his skin, the stinging sensation prompting a tent to rise in his pants. It's easy to get lost when the sensation is overwhelming him all at once, easy to cave in when Sunoo shows this side of him; the one that is full of greed.

They are so lost that their brain barely catches on the phone that's going off on their night stand, the familiar ringtone of Heeseung's phone resonating in the dimly lit room. It takes five rings for Sunoo to reluctantly pull away from him, both of them feeling equally irate after being interrupted.

“Hello.” Heeseung answers, hoping his breathlessness isn't too obvious over the line.

“Hey, are you still gonna join us tonight?”

Heeseung audibly groans, but it's quiet enough only for Sunoo to hear. Friday nights are usually Heeseung and his friends' game night, which means he has to join. For tonight, that is. As much as he wants to bail out on his friends and give Sunoo his undivided attention—he can't because he has been bailing out for three consecutive weeks now and had promised to show up tonight.

Of course, Sunoo is well aware of this, if him caging Heeseung in his legs and refusing to let go was any clue. (He might or might not have prepared a surprise for his boyfriend for this exact situation.) Sunoo starts rocking his hips subtly as he wordlessly grabs Heeseung's wrist, sliding his hand underneath the hem of his boxers and guiding it to where his 'little surprise' lies.

It doesn't take long for Heeseung to catch on to what his boyfriend is hinting, so he lets Sunoo lead, feeling a rough laced fabric on his fingertips as his hands go deeper underneath the male's boxers.

As if the realization of his boyfriend wearing laced panties isn't enough, Heeseung feels something hard and almost cold to the touch when he eventually goes on to press the pad of his finger against Sunoo's entrance next, evoking a reaction that has Sunoo's ego swelling up in an instant.

“Shit,” Heeseung curses under his breath, but is quick to correct himself when he hears a confused noise on the other line. “I mean, yeah. Yeah.” He lifts an eyebrow at Sunoo who is peering down at him, a mischievous glint in the latter's eyes. “Just give me a few minutes.” Heeseung adds, fingers gripping at the base of the plug before he pulls at it, slow and teasing, just to push it back again.

Sunoo lets out a surprised yelp at the sudden movement, but one stern look from the taller has him biting down his lip to keep his sounds in his mouth.

“Is this your plan for tonight?” Heeseung asks after ending the phone call, punctuating the last word with a jab of the toy inside the smaller male.

This time, Sunoo doesn't hold back the moan that leaves his throat. “Yes,” He grinds his hips slowly, just enough to create friction between them. “You like it?”

Heeseung sucks in a breath. “I do, baby. I like it a lot. But as tempting as it is... you know I have to join the boys tonight.” He says, biting his lip, although he still hasn't made an attempt to pull away from his boyfriend—he's not sure if he wants to, actually. Sunoo's too warm and cozy that he wishes they could stay like this all night. Heeseung can't help but chuckle when he sees a noticeable pout on Sunoo's lips. “Wanna be a good boy and wait for me, then?”

Sunoo, once again, whines, clinging onto Heeseung even more. “No.”

“No?” Heeseung echoes, running his palm along the smaller male's spine. “My baby's a little clingy today, I see.”

“It's my boyfriend's fault,” Sunoo huffs out, frowning as he untangles his arms around Heeseung. Instead, he pins his boyfriend down on the mattress, not showing any signs of letting him go yet. “He hasn't given me proper attention all week,” Seeing the way Heeseung tries to bite back the sounds from leaving his lips when he grinds down hard, a triumphant smile pulls at the corners of his lips then. “He can have all of this, but he's choosing his other boys over me instead.”

“Your boyfriend's definitely missing out.” Heeseung clicks his tongue, shaking his head in faux disappointment as he plays along; though he ends up smiling at the end, equally bewildered and amused by his boyfriend's antics. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, carrying Sunoo in his arms in the process. “Hey, you trust me, right?”

The answer is immediate.

“Of course, always.” Sunoo says, looking way too eager in the way he nods his head after. Heeseung only chuckles, working the toy out of him and placing it somewhere on the mattress that Sunoo couldn't care less about. Sunoo feels dissatisfied with the empty feeling, though excitement replaces it as soon as Heeseung practically manhandles him—almost as if Sunoo weighs nothing, carrying the male over to where his desk is effortlessly.

Sunoo climbs off Heeseung and stands on his feet, about to take off the laced panty he's wearing while the other goes on to sit on his gaming chair and set up his computer. But Heeseung is quick to reach forward and stop the younger, forcing Sunoo to straddle his lap before the smaller male could discard the flimsy piece of clothing.

“Leave it on. It looks pretty on you.”

A blush spreads across Sunoo's cheeks at the compliment. Nodding, he makes himself comfortable above Heeseung's lap, his body almost vibrating in anticipation. The computer makes a noise behind them, followed by that distinct in-game chat sound. It's probably his friends, Sunoo thinks, but Heeseung didn't answer yet; instead, the male drags Sunoo's fingers towards the waistband of his sweats.

Heeseung lets Sunoo make his next move, leaning back against his chair as the latter contemplates, almost seeing the gears turning in Sunoo's head. He doesn't push him, only lifting a questioning brow when Sunoo finally meets his gaze.

“Can I?” Sunoo asks, gaze shifting towards Heeseung's crotch. He doesn't have a single clue on what goes on in his boyfriend's mind, but he thinks he gets it now, if Heeseung nodding his head was any implication. Sunoo starts fumbling along the waistband then, pulling it down when the latter lifts his hips. He quirks an eyebrow at what he found. “No underwear, huh?” Sunoo smirks and starts stroking Heeseung as soon as the male's erection was freed, enjoying the smallest of sounds coming from his boyfriend's lips.

“Easy access.” is Heeseung's only response before he leans forward, reaching around to pull the flimsy fabric of Sunoo's underwear to the side. He circles the puffy rim with his finger, smiling when he hears the other gasp at the slightest of touch, before maneuvering him on top of his cock.

Sunoo's hand looks tiny around Heeseung's entire length, a burning lust stirring in his lower abdomen at the thought of his boyfriend filling him full. Lining up the head along his entrance, he then slowly sinks himself down on Heeseung's cock, mouth hanging open at the feeling. The previous stretch from the plug did little to prepare him for Heeseung's size—though he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it, really.

Heeseung bites back the curse that threatens to spill from his mouth as the warm and tight wall of muscles engulfs him, throwing his head back at the feeling as Sunoo completely bottoms out. He badly wants to meet his boyfriend halfway, but the persistent sound of his friends spamming him with messages ringing in the background doesn't allow him.

It takes a few more moments for them to get completely settled, with Heeseung peppering soft kisses all over Sunoo's neck to make sure his boyfriend is okay above him. It’s far too endearing for the position they’re currently in. "Comfortable?" He whispers next to Sunoo's ear, hand resting at the small of the latter's back to trace soothing circles there while the other reaches for his headphones.

Sunoo only hums, trying his best not to squirm too much so that it wouldn't press deeper in him, which was proven to be useless with every little movement of Heeseung's hips. Sunoo will bet everything on his bank account that his asshole of a boyfriend is probably has this shit-eating grin on his stupidly handsome face right now.

“A few rounds, I promise. After that, I'm all yours.”

A petulant whine threatens to escape from his throat, but Sunoo tries to behave himself and be patient. Being Heeseung's lap warmer shouldn't be that hard, right? (Oh, how wrong he was.)

“Took you so fucking long, man.” Jay's voice floods Heeseung's ears when he finally accepts the discord call at the fourth ring, the game sfx joining after he accepts the invitation.

“Sorry,” Heeseung responds, eyes flickering onto his boyfriend with a knowing grin. “Got held up by something.”

“We almost started without you.” says Sunghoon, his other friend.

“Why didn't you, then?”

“That's like us asking to be defeated,” Sunghoon responds, sentence muffled by food, Heeseung assumes, judging by the sounds of a plastic in the background.

“Right. I've gotten so rusty, to be honest. You're our only hope today.”

The first round of League starts in a breeze with Sunoo trying his best to behave as to not distract the other. It didn't take long for the both of them to get used to the feeling of it all, oddly relaxing in a way as opposed to Sunoo's first impression. He figures he enjoys it, content with just the feeling of being full while small waves of pleasure surges down his spine every now and then when one of them moves in the slightest.

Surprisingly enough, Heeseung's a lot calmer tonight. So far he has already died twice, quite unusual for him being the ace of their trio (to be fair, he's extremely horny right now and the way Sunoo is breathing into his neck is not helping at all.) but he hasn't yelled at his screen yet, or felt the urge to punch his keyboard. It's Sunoo's soothing warmth and presence, Heeseung figures. (He ought to ask his boyfriend to be warm his cock again on their next gaming session.)

It felt like hours since they've sat in front of Heeseung's desktop, but Sunoo knows it hasn't even been more than an hour; a round usually lasts for 30 minutes max considering Heeseung and his friends are on the higher elo rank.

Sunoo internally groans for the nth time, resting his head against Heeseung's shoulder. The semi hard-on that he's still sporting underneath his underwear is a bit uncomfortable especially when Heeseung shifts on his seat, but he tries to keep it all in and behave for once.

The distant sound of voices coming from the headphones and the keyboard tapping is slowly lulling Sunoo to sleep and by the second round, he had already grown drowsy by the comfort of his boyfriend's arms around his frame. His head nuzzles deeper into the crook Heeseung's neck as his breathing evens out into soft breaths, a telltale sign of him drifting into slumber; and Heeseung knows he has to intervene.

“Hey, don't fall asleep on me.” Heeseung whispers into Sunoo's ear, voice quiet enough for his friends not to hear him.

Sunoo just whines in response, arms clinging tight around Heeseung's neck. “I'm sleepy.”

Instead of replying, Heeseung digs his heels against the carpeted floor for leverage before he starts thrusting upwards shallowly, just enough to send Sunoo's blood rushing south, but not enough to satiate the carnal need that awakened within the male.

The action prompts a soft moan from Sunoo, whose mouth is muffled by his own palm in an attempt to silence himself. However, the male makes no effort in pulling away nor stopping his boyfriend, not certain if he wants to, really—especially when Heeseung's cock reaches deep within him at one particularly hard thrust.

“Yeah?” asks Heeseung, who now has his mic off for obvious reasons. The motherfucker has that sly grin on his face, and Sunoo can't really bring himself to get mad when Heeseung dips his hand into his underwear and wraps his fingers around his cock, generously granting the smaller male relief with languid strokes. “Isn't this what you wanted?”

“Wait—ah,” Sunoo fails to suppress his moaning this time. He feels conflicted whether to stop his boyfriend's hand or let himself drown in all of the sensation with the game still ongoing behind him. He wasn’t expecting Heeseung to take this route and for a moment he's worried of being found out; but the thought disappears when the pad of Heeseung's calloused thumb brushes against his sensitive tip—purposely, teasingly. “Seungie, please.”

Heeseung coos, leaning in close to mouth at Sunoo's collarbone, before he kisses his way up to his boyfriend's ear. “Please what, hm?” He nips at Sunoo's earlobe the same time he digs the tip of his thumb against the slit of the male's cock, precum already smeared all over. “Baby wants to come?”

A pitiful whine leaves Sunoo's lips then, nodding his head frantically before he bucks his hips into Heeseung's hand, desperate for any kind of friction. In favor of jerking his boyfriend off, Heeseung halts the movements of his own hips, fully knowing that it will frustrate Sunoo even more; before he begins stroking the male's cock in a steady pace. “Work for it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Can't have me doing all the effort now, can we?”

There's mockery in Heeseung's tone disguised by his loving smile. Sunoo recognizes it, and he hates himself for the way his cock twitches in response, for the way the arousal pooling in his gut has doubled in intensity.

With his hands firm on Heeseung's shoulders, Sunoo starts bouncing himself on his boyfriend's lap, strings of moans and soft breaths following through from both parties. He feels Heeseung's cock twitching inside of him whenever he clenches around the thick girth; feels it reach deep in him and rub against his prostate, right where he needs him. His back arches ever so slightly at the feeling as waves after waves of pleasure zaps through his spine.

Heeseung leans back for a moment, eyes raking across Sunoo's body in a predatory gaze. Suddenly, he takes the hem of Sunoo's shirt and lifts it up towards the male's mouth, to which Sunoo follows obediently, biting into the fabric and trying his best to maintain the pace.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, babe.”

Sunoo only whimpers slightly at the praise, can't really talk with the fabric on his mouth. He feels the drool pooling in his mouth which soon seeps into the shirt he's biting, and Heeseung can only stare at him in what can only be described as pure awe and lust.

Soon enough, Sunoo feels his thighs burning, straining underneath him as he continues fucking himself on Heeseung's cock. He's practically being edged, and it frustrates him to no end.

“I can't—I'm tired,” Sunoo gasped out, his hips faltering in rhythm. He starts rolling his hips in circles instead in an attempt to rest for a while, but it doesn't hit all the right spots like Heeseung does; it's not enough even with the hand around his own cock. “Hyung please, fuck me.”

Heeseung tsked, completely disregarding the game in the background as his hands seizes up Sunoo's hip in a vice-like grip. It's not like he’s paying much attention to it anyway, he’s already died four times this round. “Such a princess,” He says, guiding the smaller male's hips to continue grinding down on him when Sunoo stopped moving. Heeseung's nails almost tear into the thin fabric of Sunoo's laced panties as he squeezes the soft flesh with his other hand, landing a hard smack that guarantees a loud sound echoing in the room before he starts rocking Sunoo on top of his cock again. “Can’t even fuck yourself properly on my cock without my help.”

Tears pool at the corners of Sunoo's eyes, streaming down his flushed cheeks a second after; his head going fuzzy from all the dirty words Heeseung is whispering into his ears. With his eyes blown wide and his speech turning into incoherent noises, Heeseung can see pure bliss taking over his the younger's system, an early sign of him entering subspace, even though he can see the younger trying his best not to slip. It'd be sick of him to think of Sunoo as a mindless fuckdoll right now, but the thought just turns him on even more.

“You can cum if you want to, baby.”

Just as Heeseung grants him permission, Sunoo falls apart the seams with a cry that is muffled by Heeseung's lips on his, white spots blurring his vision for a moment as his orgasm tears through his body. His cum splatters over their clothes as he slumps against Heeseung's chest, who continues fucking him through his orgasm.

“You're so loud, baby.” Heeseung breathes out. The headphones had long fallen off from his ears, which he's quite thankful for because Sunoo's moans and whimpers sounds like music to his ears and there's no way he would wanna miss that. “What will my friends say if they hear you whining like a bitch in heat through the mic?”

Sunoo shouldn't have found the idea fucking hot, it shouldn't have made his skin heat up than it already has, but it did, if him clenching around Heeseung's girth tighter and his voice going a pitch higher was any indication. The fear in his head earlier had already worn off, now replaced with the mental image of Heeseung fucking him silly for his friends to hear.

Oh God.

Maybe they'd get off while listening to Sunoo getting fucked like a cheap whore, maybe they'd wish they were in Heeseung's place instead—

“Fuck, you just got tighter. You'd like that, wouldn't you?” growled Heeseung. He's not sure what he was expecting to find when he searches Sunoo's gaze, perhaps he thought he'd something akin to disgust or disapproval reflecting in his eyes, but the hunger that fills them is a surprise—one that amplified the heat has been boiling deep within him. “Guess we'll find out.” With a devilish smirk, Heeseung rises from his gaming chair, carrying the smaller male with him like a ragdoll; and in a split second, Sunoo is bent over the computer desk and Heeseunt is towering over him with his sweats pooling on his ankles.

Everything happened so fast that it almost gave Sunoo a whiplash. The large hand around his petite waist was able to keep him stable and prevent him from crumbling to the ground, unlike his staggering breath and muddled brain already teetering at the edge of sanity. It took a second for him to notice that Heeseung had put the headphones over his head, still haven't really recovered from the intensity of his previous orgasm. Voices fills his senses soon as his boyfriend secures the device on one of his ears.

“Where the fuck is Heeseung? He's been afk for almost 10 minutes now.”

“I'm betting my 20,000 won in my wallet that he's getting his dick sucked behind the screen right now.”

“Fuck,” A laughter rings in the background. “Why does that makes sense? The bastard is muted too.”

Sunoo blushes profusely, an embarrassed whine slipping past his lips as he hides his face. His asshole of a boyfriend had the audacity to laugh behind him at that.

“Well, it seems like he's not anymore.”

That snaps Sunoo out of his reverie, his eyes widening to the size of saucers as he turns his head to look back at his boyfriend. Sunoo finds Heeseung smirking down at him, looming over his figure and leaving him trapped between the desk and the taller male's chest. A hot breath ghosts directly over his ear—the side that wasn't covered with the headphone, before Heeseung's low voice follows after.

“Don't be rude and say hi to them, baby.”

“Bro, speak up and at least defend yourself if you're not gonna help us out here in the top lane. Jesus.”

“What? Hyung—” Sunoo hisses when Heeseung rips the flimsy fabric of his panties, the sound bouncing off the wall. Sunoo barely has a second to protest because soon Heeseung is pushing inside him, melting his words into a moan at sudden feeling of being filled again.

“... Sunoo? Is that you?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

Sunoo's breathing gets caught in his throat the same time he clamps his mouth shut upon hearing his name, completely frozen underneath Heeseung. Between the two of them, Sunoo is definitely very, very, vocal in the bedroom so this poses a real challenge, one that he's bound to lose.

Without warning, Heeseung starts moving  his cock into Sunoo's tight heat with a steady pace once again. All the efforts Sunoo has done to keep his sounds to a minimum proves to be futile when his mouth falls open involuntarily, broken sobs spilling from his raw and bitten lips.

In contrast to the obscene sounds coming from their side, the other line is completely silent from the lack of voices coming through the headphones, save for the in-game sound effects. The silence didn't last long though, as one of Heeseung's friends finally speaks again.

“What—” Sunoo recognizes the voice to be Sunghoon's. “What the hell is that sound?”

“It's either someone's getting murdered,” says Jay. “Or they're fucking.”

Hesseung can't help the laugh that erupts from his throat. “I am fucking him,” He pipes in, loud and clear enough for his friends to pick up despite his labored breaths.

“Are you for real?”

“Hoon-ah, you owe me 20,000 won.”

Heeseung rolls his eyes and hears Sunoo whine underneath him when he slows down again. He's well aware of Sunoo's impatient nature, but he won't give Sunoo the release he's been begging for just yet. Instead, Heeseung silences Sunoo by caging the younger's jaw in his tight hold. “Answer them, love.”

When Sunoo struggles to utter a word, Heeseung squeezes the younger's waist hard enough to bruise. The message is clear, obey, so that's what Sunoo does.

“H-hi,” is all Sunoo manages to utter, clearly overwhelmed. Hearing the both of them rush in to reply sends out tingles across his skin and up to his scalp.

“Holy shit—hey, pretty.”

There's a pause, and Sunoo doesn't expect what he hears from Jay next.

“Is Heeseung filling you up real good?”

Sunoo clenches around Heeseung's cock harder at the question, and the way the voice—Sunghoon's voice dropped levels down didn't help his imagination. It feels so gut wrenchingly wrong to have the mental image of Heeseung's friends floating in his head, yet it turns him on like no other. Sunoo doesn't dwell on it though, he couldn't really afford to with his second orgasm of the night slowly reaching its peak again.

Their close proximity allows Heeseung to hear the tiny voice coming from the headphone; and hearing what his friend had just said, a wicked thought fleets past his mind. “Tell them, Sunoo-ya.” Heeseung grunts Sunoo's ear, taking Sunoo's cock into his hand. His other hand roams further south, pressing down on Sunoo's abdomen where he feels it bulging from the size of his cock. “Who's fucking you this good?”

“Heeseung hyung,” Sunoo chokes out as another sob racks through his oversensitive body. “He—he fucks me s-so good,”

“Does he?”  Taunts Jay, easily slipping into his role.

It doesn't take a genius to know that he's just as turned on as Sunoo is. Probably Sunghoon too, judging by how his character in the game hasn't moved from the base after resurrecting. Their base is already getting attacked by the opponent team at the moment, but they couldn't care less—not when Sunoo sounding so wrecked over their words is far more entertaining than the game itself.

“Wish we could see you right now, lovely.” Sunghoon sighs into the mic. “Bet you'd look good taking Heeseung's cock like the good boy that you are.”

“He does, he absolutely does,” Heeseung says, trailing wet kisses along Sunoo's shoulder. He takes a moment to run his lips along the curve of the younger's back, watching as the tiny hairs on the porcelain skin rises, before he straightens up so he can fully admire the view of Sunoo bent over his desk. “Only for me, right?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” Sunoo cries wantonly, corners of his eyes brimming with rivulets of tears as Heeseung's large hand lands on his ass cheek, the stinging pain spreading through the surface. His thighs quiver as the intensity of Heeseung's movements increases, pounding into his abused hole so roughly that the sturdy table he's been slumped against shakes along his body.

For a moment, Sunoo thinks Heeseung is absolutely insane for risking his expensive gaming setup, but the thought is fleeting because soon he feels a hand closing around his cock, milking him into overstimulation.

“Fu-fuck!” Sunoo rasps out, uncaring of the drool that has started to seep from the corners of his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, too far gone to even finish talking. “I-I'm—”

“Go on, pretty. Come for us.”

Toes curling against the carpeted floor, Sunoo's second orgasm of the night crashes on him so hard that he can feel his whole body twitching from the pleasure cursing through his veins. He doesn't need to look down to know how much of a mess had made, he can feel it by the wet sounds Heeseung's hand is making as he continues to stroke Sunoo through his orgasm. (It'll be a bitch to clean, but that's for them to worry about later.)

Behind Sunoo, Heeseung isn't faring any better—hips stuttering and movements falling into an unsteady rhythm as he feels the familiar knot in his gut on the brink of snapping.

“Come inside me, please.”

That was Heeseung's last straw.

Those words are exactly what tips him over the edge, burying his cock up to the hilt with one last thrust before he's spilling his warm load deep into Sunoo's spasming walls. Heeseung's knuckles are white with how tight he's gripping Sunoo's hips, his knees buckling for a brief second as his orgasm washes over him like a tidal wave.

Both of them relishes in the euphoric feeling, taking a moment to catch their own breaths while their climax subsides. Everything comes into a halt a couple of seconds later, with Heeseung pulling out of Sunoo with a soft hiss. His eyes falls on the smaller male still bent over his desk and his surroundings seems to blur out as he focuses his gaze on Sunoo—back arched beautifully, petite curvy waist marred with his handprints and a debauched face looking back up at him.

But perhaps the part that he loves the most is the sight of his cum leaking out of the Sunoo's gaping hole—it looks so filthy, like a scene fresh out a porn video save for the bits of innocence the thigh highs bring, and Heeseung has to will himself not to get hard again right then and there.

“I can't believe we just did that,” Sunoo says airily, wincing at the soreness of his whole body as he props himself up with shaky arms.

“You asked for it.” Heeseung retorts with a smug grin gracing his features, helping Sunoo to stand steadily on his feet by snaking an arm around the younger's waist. Like a switch has been turned off, his touches are far gentler this time as he holds Sunoo close. “Wearing my shirt, a laced panty and a thigh high on top of that? I couldn't waste the opportunity.”

“You ruined it though. I hate you.”

“Laced panty? Thigh highs?” Sunghoon chimes in, a hint of disbelief in his tone. “Shit. Can… can we see?”

Sunoo's eyes widens when he hears another voice in his ear that wasn't Heeseung's and it's only then did he remember that Sunghoon and Jay are still on the other line; the embarrassment finally getting to him. His face takes on a bright shade of red as he starts sputtering some jumbled up response. “Oh my god. I forgot that you guys—I'm sorry!”

That has Heeseung raising his eyebrows in interest, removing the headphones off Sunoo's head so that he can wear it himself. Sunoo can't hear what his friends are saying, but he notices the way Heeseung's arms has tightened around his waist and the possessive glint in his eyes as their gaze meets.

“Not a chance,” Heeseung says dismissively. “Use your imagination.”

Sunoo can only watch as Heeseung's fingers fly over his keyboard, hastily typing something he could not make out before logging off the game completely. “What was that?”

Taking the headphones off, Heeseung finally turns to Sunoo after shutting down his pc, hoisting the younger male up into his arms when Sunoo instantly clings onto him. “Nothing.” Heeseung answers, kissing the crown of Sunoo's head while the other goes lax in his hold. “Wanna take a warm bath?”

“Didn't you just take a shower?”

“And? I don't think there's a rule that says 'You can't take a bath when you have showered already'.”

Sunoo chuckles at that, burrowing his face deeper into Heeseung's neck as they make their way to the bathroom. He feels himself melting as his boyfriend's warmth and scent engulfs him, fatigue slowly lulling him back into slumber, when Heeseung speaks again.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Can we do that again? I have a zoom meeting this coming—”

Heeseung gets a playful swat on his shoulder before he could finish his sentence, the two of them erupting into a fit of laughter afterwards.

“Nope, too risky. Unless you wanna get fired by your shitty boss.”

That stops Heeseung in his tracks, a small gasp leaving his lips as if he just had a light bulb moment.

“That's it. I'm gonna quit with a bang.”

“Hyung!”