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He woke to the sensation of pressure within him, oh, something shifting – he came back into consciousness with a start. Mingyu was still lodged inside him, deep, and he had morning wood – getting thicker by the seconds. Wonwoo didn’t know how he could face his dongsaeng. Still trembling from what Mingyu had done to him last night, had taken from him last night. He tried to get away from the arm holding him down, but as he pushed at it – Mingyu’s arm tightened, as he breathed warmly on the pink shell of his ear. Mingyu’s thumb and index finger lifted, and grabbed about a berry brown areola, pulling it high and twisting. Wonwoo whined, startled with the pain, and tried to get get Mingyu’s fingers to unlock from around his nipple. The movement lead to Wonwoo unlocking his leg from around Mingyu’s knee, and the younger used the freedom to press his hyung deeper, face first into the mattress. Lightning fast, Wonwoo found one of his legs folded high – his knee pinned to his ear. Mingyu giggled, and slammed in fully.
“Look at you, look at how well you take my cock. Just one night hyung, and see how smoothly your body pulls in my dick in you. You’re hungry for more right? 5 times you’ve sucked my seed, and still not a drop escapes. I wish you could see yourself – your rim has puffed up, it looks so pretty around my cock...”
Wonwoo moaned. He didn’t know – oh, he knew where Mingyu had learned to speak like this. After all, he had shown his dongsaeng all the porn films he most liked, didn’t he? He just didn’t know, that Mingyu was going to use those lines on him. That it would be him, small and trapped beneath a larger, stronger man shaking from the hard thrusts inside him.
He hadn’t noticed that Mingyu had stilled for a bit, until he found his hair pulled harshly, his back forced to arch in a most unnatural way. To his shock, a few clicks came with the camera flash sparking in the dark room. “Mingyu, min, ohhh, ohhh no!” he whined.
Mingyu laughed, his voice vibrating against the shell of wonwoo’s ear. Unbidden, he found himself shivering. He had to...he left trying to push Mingyu’s arm away, and his hand slipped lower to touch – before it was pushed away. Mingyu jolted him, to half-lay him on top of his own body, and feather-light get a hold of his dick.
In that half-sitting, half-lying position, Mingyu didn’t grab his dick – he just let his palm glide over, before hovering his thumb over the slit. Wonwoo whimpered, twisting, trying to get Mingyu to touch him, he needed – “Unghh!” he didn’t have words left.
“Tell me what you want, hyung?” Mingyu spoke in a sugar-sweet voice, as he bounced Wonwoo up and down on his cock in a fast pace. Wonwoo’s brain and mouth couldn’t connect, as his prostate was pounded repeatedly, and his cock slapped back against his abs.
“Ummm...ohohoh....aahh, yeah Min...Ming touch-” he tried, but then the hand on his hip slid down between his buttcheeks, and the thumb pressed on his raw rim, the sweat-salt on it making the puffed flesh burn.
Mingyu stilled, massaging his hole, not pushing into him anymore.
Wonwoo started to cry. He needed to come so much, and how could Mingyu who was younger than him have such control to stop now. Turning his face, he pressed messy kisses to Mingyu’s cheek, jaw, ear, whatever he could reach. Mingyu kissed his lips once, and then manhandled him again on his side.
A few deep, rough thrusts and Mingyu came. Wonwoo blanked out after.
Wonwoo jerked awake this time, to the sensation of something cold on his entrance. He saw, Mingyu, gloriously naked, sitting between his spread legs, his hand near his butt.
“What are you doing?” he screeched.
“Cleaning you honey,” Mingyu smirked at him, “you know I take good care of my things!”
Mingyu laughed as Wonwoo tried to get up to hit him, but he held his skinny legs down. Then staring Wonwoo right into the eye, he brought his phone and clicked. Wonwoo covered his face, but Mingyu wouldn’t let him do that either.
Brought to sit on Mingyu’s strong, muscled thighs, the light fur on him tickling the sensitive skin of Wonwoo’s thighs and butt, the older squirmed – the tanner one’s single large hand enough to keep his small bottom steady, as the taller shifted through his phone screen.
Wonwoo suddenly found a photo stuck near his face. Concentrating to understand what he was seeing, he blushed crimson. His pink puffed-up hole, stretched wide around a monstrously thick dark red dick – the scene right before the moneyshot in porn, that Wonwoo liked to see.
“Beautiful, right? I knew you would want to see this. And look-” Mingyu’s long fingers swiped the screen to get to another photo. This one was of his hole, still obscenely gaping, the rim and the area right within full of frothy fresh cum. Mingyu’s fingers framed the hole, the contrast of the tan fingers against the white and pink flesh shamelessly erotic. Wonwoo felt a pull in his abdomen at the sight.
“You came on just my cock, hyung! I was thinking how you were going to complain so I should give your dick a few pulls, but you already came!” Mingyu said blithely, still swiping.
Wonwoo was mortified. How could he? He didn’t even- His thoughts came to a halt, as he felt something nudge at his hole. No! “No more, I can’t-” he begged. His hole burnt, he couldn’t anymore. What sort of mutant was Mingyu?! Who could get it up for 7 times within less than 10 hours?!
“You can. You will. I want to see my cum overflow your ass, hyung. I want it dripping down your thighs as you suck my cock in fully within you. And, when I judge you full here,” Mingyu’s finger, just its tip within him, stroked making Wonwoo shiver, “I’ll feed your pretty mouth my cock. And I’ll only take it out, when your cock releases – untouched, from nothing else but sucking me down. Okay?”
Wonwoo didn’t know why he nodded, obediently. Mingyu grinned at him, all sharp teeth and blood-red tongue, “See, how tiny it actually looks, and how much it can take!” Wonwoo looked – another picture of his bottom, spread apart, bruised pink and purple in patches, held open with Mingyu’s hands on each round cheek, the hole at its center still a bit open but so small! “I wonder how much more it can take, hyung! My fist? My cock and fist?”
“No!” Wonwoo was horrified.
“But your cock jumped up, hyung!” Mingyu told him, whining cutely. Wonwoo looked down, his cock was half hard, already...
“Now, as you wanted before!” Mingyu pushed him down on his back on the fresh sheet, pulled his legs above his shoulders and bent low. His tongue, hot and rough swiped across Wonwoo’s hole.
Wonwoo remembered. Last night, after they had stroked each other to completion during the flick they were watching, Mingyu had told him, “Hyung, I want to do more!”
Wonwoo had pulled his cum-soaked boxers off his legs and laid down, “Come on, let’s try this. I want your mouth-”
Mingyu had given him that same full fanged, shark-teeth grin. Poor Wonwoo, he thought he was just getting a blowjob.