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It’s a Sunday morning, sunlight spilling across the sheets. The curtains haven’t been pulled shut all the way, so a band of gold cuts through the room, warming the air, catching on the mess of dark hair sticking to Sohee’s forehead. The apartment is quiet, save for the low hum of the city outside, and the soft, steady rhythm of breathing between them.
Sohee is sprawled across Wonbin’s chest, face pressed into the dip of his collarbone, lashes still clumped from sleep. His lips are parted slightly, soft puffs of breath slipping out as he shifts, a faint whine leaving his throat when Wonbin’s hand slides, lazy and warm, beneath the hem of his shirt.
Wonbin’s voice is husky, rough with sleep when he murmurs, “Want me to take care of you, baby?”
The question makes Sohee’s ears burn instantly. He nods, too shy to say the word out loud, hiding his face deeper into the pillow, hoping that would be answer enough. His body gives him away regardless—the way his hips twitch faintly, the way his thighs tense even under the weight of the blanket.
Wonbin huffs a quiet laugh. He knows him too well. His hand lingers at the curve of Sohee’s waist, thumb stroking absent circles over warm skin before it drifts lower, teasing along the waistband of his boxers but not dipping inside just yet.
“Shy already?” Wonbin teases, voice still rough, but slower, indulgent, as if he wants to savor the morning as much as Sohee. He bends slightly, lips brushing the top of Sohee’s hair. “It’s okay. I’ll make it easy.”
Sohee lets out a soft, muffled noise into the pillow, his hand fisting the sheet as he feels Wonbin’s touch ghosting lower. His cock stirs against the fabric of his boxers, pressing hot and heavy against his thigh. He wants more but can’t bring himself to say it; it’s always like this—his body quick to give him away before his voice catches up.
Wonbin shifts beneath him, gently coaxing Sohee onto his back. The movement is unhurried, languid, as if they have all the time in the world. When Sohee blinks his eyes open, he’s greeted by the sight of Wonbin propped on his elbow, hair tousled, lips swollen from sleep, gaze already fixed on him with that intent, unreadable calm.
“Look at you,” Wonbin murmurs, voice low as his hand pushes the blanket down, exposing the length of Sohee’s bare torso. “Hard already, hm?”
Sohee’s cheeks burn. He instinctively covers his face with one arm, but Wonbin just chuckles, catching his wrist and pulling it gently away, pinning it down against the mattress beside his head.
“Don’t hide from me.”
The tone leaves no room for argument—soft, but firm, and Sohee obeys. He swallows, breath stuttering as Wonbin’s hand finally slips beneath the elastic of his boxers, fingers wrapping around his cock. The first stroke is slow, barely any pressure, but the sensation drags a sharp gasp from Sohee’s throat.
“Hyung…” His voice is breathless, pleading already, though he doesn’t mean for it to sound that desperate.
Wonbin hums, stroking lazily, the pad of his thumb brushing the slit to gather the bead of precum already welling there. “Feels good?”
Sohee nods quickly, lips parted as his hips jerk involuntarily. The drag of skin against skin is maddening, too slow, too teasing.
But then Wonbin lets go.
The loss makes Sohee whine, a broken sound that spills from his lips before he can stop it. His hips rut helplessly into the air, searching for friction that’s no longer there. He looks at Wonbin with wide, desperate eyes, and Wonbin only smirks faintly, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss to his flushed cheek.
“Patience,” he whispers against his skin, voice curling with amusement.
Wonbin sits back, tugging the blanket off completely. The morning light spills over both of them now, highlighting the sweat beginning to bead at Sohee’s temples, the pale curve of his throat as he tips his head back against the pillow.
And then, with deliberate slowness, Wonbin shifts lower, trailing kisses down the length of Sohee’s chest, his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his boxers. His teeth catch the fabric, tugging it down with an agonizingly slow drag before his hand joins, peeling it away to free Sohee’s cock.
The sight makes Wonbin pause, gaze dragging up, locking with Sohee’s. There’s a hunger there, subtle but unmistakable, and Sohee squirms under the weight of it.
Wonbin wraps his fingers around the base of his cock again, stroking just once before leaning in, tongue flicking over the head. The wet heat of his mouth makes Sohee jolt, a sharp gasp tearing from him.
“Ah—!”
Wonbin hums in approval, lips wrapping around the head, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he sinks lower, taking more of him in. His hand stays firm at the base, stroking in time with the slow bob of his head.
Sohee fists the sheets, knuckles white, as he tries to keep quiet, but the sounds keep slipping out—breathy moans, soft whines that fill the quiet room. The sensation is overwhelming, the contrast of Wonbin’s warm mouth and his cool fingers, the deliberate pace that drives him to the edge of frustration.
“Bin, please,” he finally gasps, voice cracking, hips twitching up despite himself.
Wonbin pulls back slightly, lips glossy, chin wet. He raises a brow, deliberately licking his lips before murmuring, “Please what?”
Sohee’s face burns hotter. He can barely form the words, but the ache in his body pushes them out, broken and desperate. “Please—don’t tease. Want you to… want you to suck me more.”
The corner of Wonbin’s mouth lifts, satisfied with the admission. Without another word, he takes him back in, deeper this time, the wet suction making Sohee’s back arch sharply against the bed.
Wonbin sets the pace deliberately slow at first, as though he wants to feel every twitch and shiver running through Sohee’s body. His lips glide down until his nose brushes against the soft hair at the base, throat relaxing to take more of him in. The sudden wet heat makes Sohee choke on a moan, hips jerking up before Wonbin’s hands pin them firmly back down against the mattress.
“Stay still,” Wonbin murmurs around him, voice muffled but commanding, the vibration of it running straight through Sohee’s cock.
Sohee grips the sheets tighter, every muscle in his stomach tightening as he watches, wide-eyed, the sight of Wonbin’s mouth stretched around him, his cheeks hollowing with each slow drag. Drool slips from the corner of Wonbin’s lips, sliding down his chin to wet the base of Sohee’s shaft, and it only adds to the dizzying wet slickness.
“Fuck, Bin—” Sohee’s voice cracks again, the plea breaking into a whine as Wonbin pulls back, tongue dragging deliberately up the underside of his cock before swirling around the head. He lingers there, teasing, lapping at the slit until Sohee’s thighs are trembling against the mattress.
“Sensitive already?” Wonbin teases, lips brushing over the flushed tip. His hand replaces his mouth, stroking with a slick squeeze that makes Sohee groan.
“You’re—ah—teasing too much,” Sohee stammers, breathless. His face is hot, chest heaving with every gasp.
Wonbin smirks faintly, bending to press a kiss just above his hipbone. “Good. I like when you get needy for me.”
Before Sohee can answer, Wonbin goes down on him again, this time faster, hungrier. His hand twists at the base while his mouth works the rest, tongue curling along the underside, lips sealed tight. The sounds fill the quiet morning—wet slurps, soft hums, the broken gasps that tumble out of Sohee with each motion.
Sohee feels the pressure building fast, too fast, his stomach clenching, thighs straining. His hand flies to Wonbin’s hair without thinking, fingers tangling in the dark strands as if to anchor himself. “Bin, I’m—gonna—”
The moment he tries to warn, Wonbin pulls off with a lewd pop, saliva stringing from his lips to the swollen tip. He strokes Sohee’s cock slowly, smirking as he watches the way his body jerks helplessly.
“Not yet,” Wonbin says softly, voice low and thick. “I want you to come inside me.”
Sohee whines, frustrated, but the words shoot straight through him, leaving his cock throbbing painfully in Wonbin’s hand. His mouth goes dry, eyes flicking down to the way Wonbin sits back on his heels, tugging his own shirt over his head, baring the lean muscles of his torso.
The sunlight catches on his skin, on the faint sheen of sweat already glistening at his collarbone. Wonbin’s nipples are hard, his breath uneven as he shoves his sweatpants down his hips, revealing the wetness already glistening between his thighs. His pussy is slick, folds flushed, wet enough that Sohee can see it shine.
The sight makes his breath hitch audibly.
“Fuck—” Sohee curses under his breath, staring openly now, no longer able to hide how badly he wants it.
Wonbin notices, of course. He spreads his knees a little wider, settling between Sohee’s thighs, dragging his own fingers down to stroke himself lazily, parting his folds to show just how wet he already is. The sound of it—sticky, obscene—makes Sohee groan, his hips lifting off the bed involuntarily.
“See what you do to me?” Wonbin murmurs, fingers circling his own clit with slow, deliberate pressure. He bites his lip, eyes half-lidded as he watches Sohee squirm. “You think I was teasing you? Baby, I’ve been wet since the moment I woke up to you whining in your sleep.”
Sohee covers his mouth with the back of his hand, but the sound that slips past is still loud, desperate. His cock twitches, leaking onto his stomach. “Bin, please—please, let me—”
Wonbin cuts him off with a kiss, hot and wet, his tongue slipping past Sohee’s lips as he presses down against him, grinding his slick folds over the length of Sohee’s cock. The friction makes both of them moan into each other’s mouths, hips rutting together in messy, desperate movements.
“So fucking hard for me,” Wonbin breathes against his lips, rolling his hips slower now, coating Sohee’s cock with his wetness. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
Sohee nods frantically, words tumbling out before he can stop them. “Yes—yes, want it so bad, want you so much—”
Wonbin reaches between them, guiding Sohee’s cock to his entrance, dragging the swollen head through his slick folds just to hear the way Sohee chokes on another broken sound.
“Beg me,” Wonbin whispers, voice sharp with hunger now, lips brushing over Sohee’s jaw. “Say you need my pussy.”
Sohee’s entire body shudders at the demand. His pride evaporates instantly, leaving only raw desperation as he clutches at Wonbin’s waist. “I need you—I need your pussy, please, let me fuck you—”
Satisfied, Wonbin sinks down slowly, the head of Sohee’s cock stretching him inch by inch. Both of them moan at the same time, the sound ragged and heavy. Wonbin’s walls are so tight, hot and wet, squeezing down as he takes more of him in, until he’s seated fully on Sohee’s cock.
“Fuck—” Wonbin’s head falls back, eyes fluttering shut as he adjusts around the stretch, his own slick dripping down to wet Sohee’s balls. “So deep already…”
Sohee can barely breathe, his mouth falling open as he looks down at where they’re joined, the sight of his cock buried to the hilt inside Wonbin’s pussy making his stomach twist with raw pleasure. “You feel—so fucking good, Bin—”
Wonbin leans forward, bracing his hands against Sohee’s chest as he starts to move, rolling his hips slowly at first, grinding down to drag his walls along every inch of him. The friction is overwhelming, pulling broken sounds from Sohee’s throat with every shift.
“So tight—” Sohee gasps, his hands flying to Wonbin’s waist, fingers digging into the slick skin there as if to hold on. “Gonna drive me crazy—”
Wonbin smirks faintly, riding him slow and deliberate, taking pleasure in the way Sohee squirms helplessly beneath him. Each grind pushes a little deeper, dragging a sweet, aching friction against his own clit, making his breath stutter.
“Good,” Wonbin pants, hair falling into his eyes as he moves faster, bouncing lightly now, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. “I want you desperate for me. Want you to lose your mind in my cunt.”
Sohee is already there. His nails dig crescents into Wonbin’s hips, his voice raw as he moans, unrestrained now. The sunlight streaming through the curtains makes everything sharper—the sweat shining on Wonbin’s chest, the flush climbing his throat, the obscene slick sound each time he sinks down.
Wonbin rides him harder, faster, chasing his own high, the drag of Sohee’s cock hitting deep, sweet spots inside him that make his voice break into soft, needy cries.
“So good—fuck, you’re stretching me so good,” Wonbin gasps, his walls fluttering around Sohee’s length. He leans down, kissing him messy and wet, their tongues tangling, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths as their bodies move in sync, faster, harder, desperate now.
The pace grows reckless, messy, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by ragged moans. Wonbin’s thighs tremble with the effort of riding, slick dripping down Sohee’s cock with every bounce. He braces one hand on Sohee’s chest, the other slipping between his own legs to rub at his clit, desperate now.
“Fuck—fuck, I’m close,” Wonbin gasps, voice breaking into a needy cry as his fingers circle harder, faster. His pussy clenches down around Sohee’s cock, milking him, each squeeze pulling another strangled moan from Sohee’s throat.
“Bin—” Sohee’s voice is wrecked, his hips jerking up to meet each bounce, driving deeper into the slick heat. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”
“Hold it,” Wonbin orders sharply, even as his own body shakes with the edge of orgasm. His head falls back, mouth open, sweat dripping down his temple as he rides him harder, chasing the wave that builds tighter and tighter. “Want you to come with me. Together—fuck—”
Sohee’s vision blurs, his body straining with the effort to hold back, but the grip of Wonbin’s pussy is relentless, dragging him closer and closer to the edge. His cock throbs inside him, every nerve screaming.
Wonbin’s cry splits the air when it finally hits, his pussy clenching hard around Sohee’s cock as he comes, slick gushing out around the base, dripping down Sohee’s thighs. His whole body shudders violently, thighs trembling as he grinds down, milking every inch of him.
The sensation rips the last of Sohee’s control away. With a strangled shout, he thrusts up hard, burying himself deep as he spills inside, hot spurts filling Wonbin’s pussy. The pulse of his cock matches the flutter of Wonbin’s walls, both of them shaking, lost in the overwhelming crash of release.
Wonbin collapses forward, catching himself on Sohee’s chest, their mouths finding each other in a messy, breathless kiss. The taste of sweat and saliva lingers as they gasp against each other’s lips, hips still rolling faintly as aftershocks ripple through them.
“So much,” Sohee mumbles against his mouth, voice slurred with exhaustion and bliss. “Fuck, Bin—you’re so tight—so good—”
Wonbin laughs breathlessly, forehead pressed to his. “You filled me up so much,” he pants, shifting just enough to feel the warm spill of cum dripping from his swollen pussy. The mess only makes him groan softly, rubbing his clit lazily against Sohee’s still-hard cock, drawing out smaller aftershocks that make both of them twitch.
Sohee whines at the overstimulation, hips jerking helplessly as he grips Wonbin’s waist. “Too much—ah, it’s too much—”
“Shh,” Wonbin soothes, pressing a kiss to his cheek even as he rocks slow, teasing circles against him. “I know. But you sound so sweet like this. I could keep you like this forever.”
Sohee squirms beneath him, face flushed and sweaty, lips bitten red. He doesn’t try to push him off, though—the pleasure is too tangled with the ache, making him whimper helplessly with each slow grind.
Finally, Wonbin stills, both of them panting, bodies damp with sweat. He slumps against Sohee’s chest, listening to the frantic rhythm of his heart as their breaths gradually slow together. The room smells of sex, heavy and raw, the sunlight spilling over their tangled limbs.
For a long moment, they just stay like that—soaked in heat and mess, Sohee’s cock still buried inside the slick clutch of Wonbin’s pussy. Every little twitch sends a faint aftershock through both of them, keeping the connection alive.
Eventually, Sohee finds his voice, muffled against Wonbin’s damp hair. “You’re evil,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite in it. His voice is still soft, trembling, wrecked.
Wonbin chuckles, the sound low and satisfied. “Maybe,” he says, brushing his lips over Sohee’s throat. “But you love it.”
Sohee groans, rolling his eyes, though his arms curl tighter around Wonbin’s back. He presses his face into the crook of his neck, hiding his blush even now.
Wonbin shifts slightly, finally easing off him, their bodies parting with a wet squelch that makes both of them hiss at the mess. Cum leaks from his swollen pussy, dripping onto Sohee’s thigh, staining the sheets beneath them.
“Look at that,” Wonbin says, glancing down at the sticky mess with a faint smirk. “You really filled me up, baby.”
Sohee covers his face with both hands, groaning in embarrassment. “Stop—”
Wonbin only laughs again, leaning over to kiss his forehead, lips lingering there as he whispers, “You’re cute when you’re shy.”
The sunlight has shifted slightly, warming the tangle of sheets beneath them. Wonbin flops down beside Sohee, dragging the blanket up halfheartedly, though both of them are still sticky with sweat and cum. Neither has the energy to move just yet.
Sohee turns onto his side, curling close again, pressing his face against Wonbin’s chest this time. His cock is still half-hard, sticky against his stomach, but exhaustion is already tugging at his limbs.
Wonbin runs his fingers through his hair slowly, lazily, content to let him drift. His own body aches pleasantly, the soreness between his thighs a reminder of how hard Sohee had come inside him.
The quiet stretches, filled only by the hum of the city outside and the sound of their breathing, gradually syncing in rhythm again.
Sohee mumbles something against Wonbin’s chest, his voice muffled.
“Hm? What was that?” Wonbin asks, stroking his hair gently.
“I said… you’re mean,” Sohee mutters, barely audible, though his arm tightens around Wonbin’s waist as if he doesn’t mean it at all.
Wonbin grins faintly, kissing the top of his head. “And you’re mine.”
Sohee doesn’t argue. His only response is a sleepy hum, his breath evening out as he drifts toward sleep again, safe and wrecked in Wonbin’s arms.
Wonbin stays awake a little longer, watching the sunlight play across the sheets, listening to the faint, steady rhythm of Sohee’s heartbeat pressed against him. There’s a smug satisfaction lingering in his chest—at the way Sohee had begged, at the way his cum is still dripping out of him, at the way he looks now, wrecked and pliant in his hold.
Only when his own eyelids grow heavy does Wonbin let himself relax fully, curling closer under the blanket, pulling Sohee tight against him as they sink together into the warmth of the quiet Sunday morning