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I will get Sunoo pregnant.

Sunghoon squinted at his glowing phone screen, eyeing the five words again that flashed on his screen.

I will get Sunoo pregnant.

Okay, he wasn’t imagining things. 

This was the first time he was seeing a post like this – fans proudly throwing manifestations into the universe about impregnating a biologically male idol. He had heard inklings of it happening to others in the industry, but he always thought it was just a small percentage. Yet, here he was, staring at a tweet that had garnered thousands of likes, reposted by an equally copious number of people. All affirming their firm resolve to make Sunoo pregnant.

Sunghoon scratched his head. Is this what fans really want?

Something else stirred inside him – dark, green, and begrudging. The urge to protect Sunoo from strange things that fans were saying about him raged within him; his skin prickled as he scrolled through endless replies to the tweet, all voraciously in agreement.

“What are you so focused on, hyung?”

Sunghoon whipped his head up, meeting sharp eyes and pouty lips. Sunoo was staring at him from across the living room on the couch, knees tucked and a Melona bar in hand. He took a lick of his ice cream, innocently, as he appeared curious as to why Sunghoon was so engrossed in his phone.

“Ah– uh, nothing, I just saw an interesting news article,” Sunghoon lied, immediately regretting his decision.

“Oh, what article?” Sunoo asked.

Fuck.

He had only a millisecond to conjure up an excuse, so he blurted out the first thing he could think of.

“Did you know clownfish are all born male, and the most dominant one turns into a female so they can breed?”

There was a thick silence that fell between them after the last word left Sunghoon’s mouth. Sunoo had the most bewildered expression, brow raised and lips curved into a confused gape.

“Oh.”

That was perhaps the stupidest he had ever been in front of Sunoo in his life. Sunghoon’s cheeks flushed, blinking sheepishly as Sunoo tried to stifle a laugh. 

Sunoo stretched his legs before pocketing his phone, taking another lick of his melon bar. He turned to Sunghoon before leaving. 

“Enjoy your animal facts, hyung,” Sunoo said, with a taunting lilt to his voice.

The younger sauntered off, hips swaying in his usual stride as he left to retreat to his room. Sunghoon groaned, smacking his forehead. As if he couldn’t have made the situation any worse, he certainly discovered a way to.

Sunoo was an enigma to him – ever since they locked eyes on the set of I-Land, he knew there was something different about the younger. On the outside, Sunoo was bright, never afraid to speak his mind, and utterly tenacious; it was what carried him all the way to the finale of the show and to his name being called as the final member of the ENHYPEN lineup. 

Sunghoon knew Sunoo had instantly formed a crush on him as soon as they met. He could see it in Sunoo’s demeanor whenever Sunghoon entered the room; Sunoo would tense up just the slightest, which contrasted with his usual self-assured body language. It was evident by the sneaking glances Sunoo would shoot his way, fully under the impression that Sunghoon was unaware of it. Sunoo was reduced to a bumbling, flustered mess that was completely smitten with the older. It was quite endearing to witness.

Despite how obvious Sunoo made his puppy love towards Sunghoon, he never acted on it. Sunoo was an enigma to Sunghoon at the end of the day. There was something else he couldn’t figure out about Sunoo in the way he never shied away from showing his interest in Sunghoon, yet he was always hesitant to ever voice it aloud. Perhaps it would be stating the obvious, he concluded.

The next few days, Sunghoon couldn’t get the stupid tweet off his mind. I will get Sunoo pregnant. The group was in the middle of comeback preparations, getting their hair colors changed, and called in for fittings for their stage outfits. Moreover, they were juggling all of that in the midst of long dance practices to drill the new choreography and get each angle, formation, and movement to a tee. There was absolutely no room for thinking about Sunoo being pregnant.

Sunghoon plopped himself down on the couch after the choreographer told them to take a quick break. From where he sat, he watched Sunoo across the room practicing a series of moves for the bridge of the song with Heeseung and Jungwon. Sunoo was bare-faced, hair pushed back with a cap, and donning a loose-fitting t-shirt that draped over his broad, willowy shoulders.

His eyes drifted to how the t-shirt would lift up with every motion, revealing just the tiniest sliver of pale, smooth skin; it made his heart thud a little quicker than usual. Suddenly, his mind floated to the idea of what Sunoo would look like if he had a baby in him. 

He pictured the younger still slender and lithe all over like he always was, but with a visible belly beneath the cotton of the shirt, the swell of the flesh beneath revealing itself in a rounded bump. Maybe Sunoo would have a hard time holding that heavy of a belly up, probably walking with a hand on his back and rubbing the top of his stomach, fondly admiring the little human he was growing within him.

On top of that, Sunoo would probably have even more of a glow to his appearance, on top of his already-flawless complexion. The image of the younger with even more of a flushed, rosy look on his cheeks brought a strange warmth to his core.

“Yo, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon snapped back into reality, glancing at Jake, who sat beside him with a plastic water bottle crinkling in his hand. Jake shot him a smug smile, rolling the plastic between his palms mindlessly. The sound pierced his hearing like a wake-up call, jolting him into cognizance that – fuck – he was picturing his fellow group member pregnant.

“Bro, are you good? You’re, like, spacing out hella.”

“Oh – yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. The choreo is crazy this time around.”

Jake shrugged and went back to scrolling on his phone like before he broke Sunghoon’s reverie. Sunghoon’s eyes flitted back to the trio still drilling the choreography on the opposite side of the room. Sunoo was now laughing with Heeseung as Jungwon executed a very goofy version of the chorus; Sunghoon’s stomach flipped at the sight of Sunoo pushing Heeseung’s bicep. Jealousy coursed through him like a wave.

Realization hit him like a truck once more, knocking him to the pavement harder than before. He jolted forward to grab an unopened water bottle beside the couch; he cracked the lid open, taking an immediate swig. God, what was he doing? The other members who noticed the intriguing behavior from Sunghoon gave him an up and down, unbeknownst to their silently mulling member, muttering to himself about focus.

Across the room, Sunoo glanced over at his hyung, noticing how stressed Sunghoon seemed. He jutted his bottom lip out and pondered what could be jilting the older member off like this.

The choreographer called everyone back from break, pulling Ni-ki and Heeseung aside to go through their solo parts of the dance. The rest of them milled around, going through the choreography at a partial effort to run through the steps. 

Sunghoon felt a nudge on his elbow. It was Sunoo, prodding him with his index. He looked up at Sunghoon with his eyes, which glittered even in the low light of the rehearsal room.

“Can you show me the pre-chorus part again? The second, where we have a duo part?”

Sunghoon followed Sunoo to the mirror, where the younger wanted to run through the section. Sunoo stood to the side, watching Sunghoon demonstrate the parts he was confused about. Their new comeback was focused on a doomed love, delving into a sultry theme; the choreography was nothing short of sensual.

“Ah, okay. I think I got it now. Can you check me?”

Sunoo got into position, executing the steps with a gentle fluidity; every angle was met with intention, each footfall silently sliding into place. It was mesmerizing and exactly what needed to be said without a single word spoken.

Then, for the conclusion of the section, Sunghoon would hold onto Sunoo’s arm as he leaned back to gaze at the audience behind him. He swallowed thickly, unsure why he felt so uneasy thinking about Sunoo making contact with him. 

Sunoo counted them off, moving through the steps that led up to the hold. His hand slid up Sunghoon’s forearm and gripped tightly, waiting for the older to brace himself to begin the next part. A breath caught in Sunghoon’s throat at the sensation of Sunoo’s hand on his bare skin, burning where their bodies met. 

Sunoo leaned back, tilting his head to perform the final crescendo before it peaked into the chorus. The bare expanse of Sunoo’s neck was exposed, his pale skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat from their hours of drilling each section of the choreography. The skin there looked perfect, smooth, and strangely inviting, piquing Sunghoon’s senses as his gaze lingered there just a bit too long.

The mere seconds of the dance move felt like years, snapping Sunghoon back into the present when Sunoo gripped onto his arm harder, attempting to pull himself back up to an upright position. Sunghoon faltered, nearly stumbling forward as he didn’t prepare to bring Sunoo back to his feet. 

“Hyung!” Sunoo yelped, grasping Sunghoon’s bicep as he steadied himself. 

“Shoot – fuck, sorry, Sunoo,” he said, stammering.

Sunoo examined him closely, all the while still holding onto Sunghoon’s bicep, which was beginning to be very distracting. At this distance, it was easy to see so many more details of Sunoo. Sunghoon could see every feathered lash lined on his eyes, the gentle, soft tip of his nose, and where exactly Sunoo’s plush lips curved into their most fleshy part. Pretty.

Without further notice, Sunoo broke away, the sensation of his fingers leaving his arm leaving a searing impression that lingered for much longer. Left in discontent, Sunghoon caught himself; oh god, he was actually losing his mind.

The third time Sunghoon appeared like a stupid bumbling fool, all because of that stupid tweet, was when they were on set for their music video shoot. They completed filming one portion of the video, mostly group choreo and some solo parts. Sunghoon held his breath as he and Sunoo performed their duet, praying he still appeared as confident as he typically did. 

“We will be heading to the next shoot location now; the location does not permit large vehicles on premises, so we can’t take our usual vans,” the producer announced. “Ni-ki-ssi, Jungwon-ssi, and Jake-ssi, you three in the first car; Heeseung-ssi, Jay-ssi, Sunghoon-ssi, and Sunoo-ssi in the other, please! We will start as soon as we can because our window for filming right at sunset is tight.”

Sunghoon found his way to the back of the van after Jay and Heeseung made themselves comfortable in the front seats. He knew it meant only one thing: Sunoo would be sitting with him. He mentally prepared, assuring himself to just act fucking normal – tease him or something, just like he always did leading up to the last week or so. Alas, easier said than done when the visual of your pregnant co-member was permanently seared into his mind. 

Sunoo climbed into the van, his bag strap in hand and slung over his shoulder as he looked around, spotting the empty spot beside Sunghoon. Sunoo rolled his eyes before clambering into the seat, space narrow from the smaller-than-usual van they were assigned. 

“What’s with the eyeroll, Sunoo-yah?”

Good, good; just be normal, he thought to himself. 

Sunoo huffed, putting his bag in between his legs on the floor. He pulled out his wired headphones and proceeded to untangle it, with mindless effort. 

“Whenever we sit together anywhere, you always spread your legs out so wide — I can’t even uncross mine,” he explained, giving him a vexed look. 

“You’re welcome to push back,” Sunghoon teased, nudging Sunoo’s legs to prove the younger’s point. Sunoo shook his head in quiet disapproval before putting the earbuds on. 

At the moment, the van door opened again, and a set assistant poked her head inside. She waved to the pair in the back as her lips were lined with an apologetic expression. 

“Yah, Sunghoon and Sunoo – sorry, we don’t have any more room in the supply van for the makeup and hair tools; we’re going to need to slide it into the backseat beside you guys. We’re really sorry for taking up room, but Jay and Heeseung don’t have much space near the front either.”

Sunghoon and Sunoo simultaneously waved their hands to assure her that it was fine. 

“Thank you guys, we’ll start loading them from the back now.”

The staff opened the truck, motioning to Sunoo to slide closer to Sunghoon. Sunoo obliged, moving into the middle seat so they could place the large luggage into the seat. Sunghoon swallowed, throat dry, as Sunoo’s body touched his side, plush thighs squeezed together as he adjusted his position beside the older. There were some more bags loaded in before murmurs began from the staff members. 

“Er…Sunoo-ssi, we’re so sorry; could you scoot over some more? We have a bit more to add.”

“Ah, okay, I’ll try my best,” Sunoo replied, looking down at the lack of space he had between him and Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon tried to squeeze himself closer to the side of the car, nodding to Sunoo to just scoot over. Sunoo’s hips were now pressed impossibly closer, and some of his back was now resting against Sunghoon’s arm and chest. He was in such proximity that Sunghoon could smell the bright freshness of shampoo in his silky hair layered with a dizzying whiff of his body scent. 

It overwhelmed his senses — Sunoo was a breath of creamy milkiness, enveloped with a honeyed sweetness that lingered on the tongue. It was cloyingly gentle and motherly, as if it were pheromones one would emit after childbirth. This connection sent Sunghoon’s mind into a frenzy with his wild imagination.

He blinked, trying to focus on steadying his quickening heart rate in response to the deliciousness of Sunoo’s scent, but he simply couldn’t resist. He ever so slightly tilted his chin towards Sunoo, but just enough not to draw notice, so desperately wanting to get more of his smell. It was heady, exactly what he would picture a post-birth Sunoo would smell like: sweet and nurturing. 

Now, only he could just lean in and nuzzle his nose in the crook of that long, pretty neck, dart his tongue out, and kiss the soft skin there until he lay claim to his territory. 

The staff shut the van doors, pushing the baggage into its final position before taking off. To avoid getting smushed, it nudged Sunoo even closer to Sunghoon. He accidentally leaned too far, placing a hand on Sunghoon’s leg to brace himself. The older coughed loudly at the sudden movement, eyeing the distance between his crotch and Sunoo’s slender hand. 

“God, sorry, hyung. These bags are huge,” Sunoo said apologetically. 

“N-no, it’s fine. Just get comfortable since it’s going to be a bit of a drive to the next location,” Sunghoon replied, a flush of meekness rushing over him with his suggestion. 

Sunoo glanced at Sunghoon, meeting his eyes. Sunghoon tried to look anywhere else, but his gaze fell onto Sunoo’s lips, which were glossed to perfection. His chest felt like it was going to explode. Sunoo gently pursed his lips before laughing quietly. 

“You’re being so weird, hyung,” he chided, low enough so only Sunghoon could hear. The sultry timbre sent a shiver down his spine. 

Sunoo shifted his leg so that one of his thighs was now on top of Sunghoon’s, the flesh pressing against him deliciously. Dear lord, was Sunghoon so entirely screwed. 

Jay turned around from where he sat with Heeseung, raising his brow. “Are you guys good back there? The driver says he’s about to take off.”

Sunghoon, still in a daze, felt the words caught in his throat. 

“Yeah, we’re good, hyung,” Sunoo responded, while simultaneously adjusting himself to get more comfortable — except now he lifted his entire body and plopped himself on Sunghoon’s lap, bracing himself by holding the seat in front of him for leverage. The swell of his ass pressed against Sunghoon’s crotch and torso, knocking the absolute wind out of him. 

Oh, Sunoo absolutely knew what he was doing, and he most definitely caught Sunghoon’s internal dilemma over the last week. 

He forced himself to quiet his increasingly horny thoughts as the drive began, but every bump in the road sent Sunoo’s ass rutting against his pelvis, brushing against his slowly hardening cock. He breathed deeply, shutting his eyes to will himself not to get turned on any further, but his natural bodily reactions could not be suppressed — not when Sunoo was on top of him like this. 

Sunoo turned to look at Sunghoon, smiling cunningly as he could see the ghostly pallor of the older’s face. Jutting his lower lip out into a pout, Sunoo discreetly reached a finger to tap Sunghoon’s cheek. 

“You’re blushing, Sunghoon-hyung.”

Sunghoon quickly looked away, clearing his throat to avoid Sunoo’s intense gaze any longer. His cock was now straining against the trousers that he wore, begging to be released from their confines. Sunoo only grinded down harder against it, bringing the only enticing relief for the raging erection. 

The drive felt excruciatingly long, but Sunghoon couldn’t complain; he only grew increasingly frustrated that he was bound by proximity to unwitting members and staff in front of them. Sunoo continued his provocative behavior, preening over how worked up Sunghoon was becoming. 

The van finally came to a full stop, engine shutting off as they arrived at the next set location. Sunoo gently slid off of his lap, playing innocent as if nothing erotic happened. He reached over, palming Sunghoon’s still-hard crotch. Sunghoon hissed, bringing a fist to his mouth to stifle his reactions. 

The staff cracked open the trunk and Sunoo withdrew his hand in an instant, flashing a sweetly devious smile towards Sunghoon. 

Good luck, Sunoo mouthed as he pulled himself out of the seat and clambered out of the van with the rest of the members.

Sunghoon remained rigid, crossing his legs to attempt hiding the biggest hard-on known to man — he begged and pleaded with himself to soften as quickly as he could. He had to end up calling to the confused production assistant that he was feeling carsick from the drive and needed to sit for a while before exiting the car. Sunoo was undoubtedly finding this all amusing for himself. 

Sunghoon sat on his bed that night, leaning his back against the headboard and resting his arm on a propped knee. Sunghoon was in disbelief at how preoccupied he was by Sunoo…a very impregnated version of Sunoo. He sighed, trying to scroll through his Instagram feed to distract himself. For a moment, he was able to find interest in several cooking videos, some shopping ads, and even texted his parents to let them know how he was doing. Finally, some respite.

Then, he saw Sunoo again in his mind. He couldn’t take his eyes off of blush red cheeks, lips that always found an immediate pout to anything Sunghoon did, pretty hands, and soft skin. Sunghoon was practically stunned, unable to budge his unyielding mind.

Fuck, okay, this was just getting really weird. Sunghoon never even saw Sunoo like that – sure, he can admit Sunoo is really pretty and was very sweet; he was fun to be around, too – but Sunghoon was pretty sure their relationship was fully platonic and playful. 

Sunghoon knew he had eyes for the same sex ever since a young age; his figure skating era further affirmed his interest in them, silently hiding his infatuations with fellow competitors and friends, worried about the repercussions of being homosexual in a conservative country like South Korea. 

The industry was full of beautiful, handsome men with every type of look you could imagine, a fact Sunghoon very well knew. Some definitely shot glances his way, with a hopeful glint in their eye to see if Sunghoon was playing for the same team. Yet, Sunghoon never reciprocated, fearing any type of enormous scandal that could uproot and derail ENHYPEN’s current path and all their past achievements. It was just too precarious. 

However, all of that seemed to go out the door now that he was secretly fixated on Sunoo, or more accurately, a version of Sunoo that couldn’t even exist. 

Sunghoon threw his phone down, groaning as he covered his face. There was never a fully conscious thought regarding how he felt about Sunoo; he was always under the impression that he enjoyed the younger’s company, and he thoroughly found enjoyment through bugging the hell out of Sunoo. However…romantically? It never crossed his mind.

He was well-aware of the pent-up energy that was surging through him now. It bugged him with how much his fingertips itched to let the tether loose. He was never one to burst out in seething intensity, but right now, he was genuinely losing grip over his sanity, all because of a tweet about his fellow member. 

Sunghoon eventually decided maybe he just had to rub one out to let out his frustrations. Perhaps he was just feeling stir-crazy from all the comeback preparations, which led to his hyperfixation over the smallest thing that he should’ve moved on from days ago.

He reached down to slip his hand down his sweats, past his boxers, and found his dick, already involuntarily semi-hard from the bizarre thoughts about Sunoo. He sighed at the realization but pulled his length out anyway, readying himself for some peace of mind.

Sunghoon groaned softly, leaning his head back as he stroked himself to full hardness, with the help of some lotion that he had beside his bed. He thumbed over the head, feeling a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. 

He thought about the usual suspects – perky nipples, cute ass, the idea of putting his cock in a warm hole of nobody in particular – his heart raced with heightened pleasure, rubbing his palm up and down the shaft at a steady pace. After some time, he realized he was growing bored; he wasn’t anywhere near a climax, which was abnormal for his usual masturbation sessions. 

Once he deemed that he was just stroking himself with no destination in sight, he pulled his hand away. Sunghoon furrowed his brow, considering that at this point, perhaps he was just broken. He leaned over to grab his phone from where he had thrown it on the bed, wondering if he should just give up completely.

He tucked his now-softening dick back into his sweats, resuming his scrolling on social media. On his screen appeared a post that he paused on, because it was staring him dead in the face. 

I will make male pregnancy real and get Sunoo pregnant.

Fuck, not this again.

Again, there was a floodgate of retweets, likes, and hundreds of replies. Many mourned the fact that it was physically impossible for them to make this happen since they were mostly women, yet they wanted to put a baby in Sunoo. Suddenly, he came across a reply that had him choking on his spit.

Someone tell Sunghoon to try harder.

Me? 

Sunghoon coughed, still catching himself from the shock. So there was a group of people rooting for him to impregnate Sunoo. To put a fucking baby in Sunoo. 

Sunghoon rubbed his temple, aware of how dry his throat had grown. 

These people wanted Sunghoon to undress Sunoo all the way down, sliding every inch of those stupidly short shorts the younger always wore while they were at the dorms off-schedule. 

He licked his lip in anxiousness, reading the tweet over and over. 

They wanted him to crawl over Sunoo and spread his legs, all the while silently gasping below Sunghoon. They’d want him to work Sunoo open until he was ready to take Sunghoon. Take all of him, down to the hilt. Take every thrust like a champ, feeling every inch of Sunghoon as he buried himself deep, and Sunghoon would be laser-focused with only one goal on his mind: Get Sunoo pregnant. 

Those people would want them to go harder and harder, until they couldn’t any longer. They’d summit the peak together and ride the delicious high until Sunghoon spilled every last drop of cum into Sunoo, pressing his length as far into Sunoo as he could. Until Sunoo was full and satiated – until he was carrying Sunghoon’s child. 

Sunghoon gasped, coming to. He heaved, his chest rising and falling deeply. Gulping, he looked down. His sweats were haphazardly pushed down and were no longer a heather grey; rather, they were doused with splatters of cum, additionally coating his palm and fingers. 

Holy fuck. 

It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. 

Sunghoon sat up in bed, still coming out of a post-orgasmic haze. Considering he essentially blacked out during that, he silently prayed that he managed to keep any noises down; he would have to jump out of the dorm building window if any of the members overheard him jacking off, not to mention through one of his most intense orgasms ever. Not to mention, it was about Sunoo.

“Am I…?” he mumbled to himself, staring at his hands in bewilderment. 

Before he could contemplate his thoughts any further, there was a gentle knock at his bedroom door. Sunghoon jumped, hastily grabbing tissues from his bedside table and wiping himself furiously. 

“Who is it?” he croaked, still trying to clean himself as quickly as possible. 

“Sunghoon-hyung, it’s me.”

Speak of the devil. 

Sunghoon’s heart raced. Did Sunoo hear anything? Sunghoon hopped to his feet, shoving his sweats off and throwing them into his hamper. He nearly tripped over himself, yelping in the process. Sunoo made a noise behind the door in reaction. 

“What the hell, are you okay? Is this a bad time?” 

Sunghoon braced himself by grabbing the side of his closet door before he could face plant into the hardwood floor (maybe it would be better than whatever embarrassment he might have to face with the prospect of his orgasm being heard). 

“No, no, just give me a minute,” he called, rummaging through his drawers to find a pair of clean bottoms. 

Once they were on, he rushed to his door, smoothing his hair down to look as normal as possible. He gripped the door handle and let the door swing open. Sunoo was standing there in an oversized black hoodie and plaid pajama pants, holding a mug of tea in his hands. He had an amused expression on his face since Sunghoon was taking so long to open the door.

“I brought you some tea, honey peppermint,” Sunoo offered, gesturing the mug towards Sunghoon.

“Oh, what for?” he asked, watching the steam rise from the surface of the hot tea.

“You seem stressed lately. I thought this would help with relaxing,” Sunoo replied, tilting his head. He moved the mug forth again, urging Sunghoon to take the tea.

Sunghoon flushed, hoping Sunoo didn’t notice the heat that rose to his cheeks. 

“Er, yeah, just a lot on my mind. I think this comeback preparation is really getting to me.”
Sunoo snorted a bit, hiding his smile behind his hand. 

“Hyung, I don’t know if it’s just that – you’re acting really weird.”

Sunoo pointed behind Sunghoon, silently asking if he could come inside. He didn’t want to come off any more strangely, so he nodded stiffly. 

His heart pounded, praying Sunoo didn’t spot his soiled pants or any tissues he might have left behind. Sunoo walked in comfortably before plopping himself on Sunghoon’s desk chair, swaying it side to side. After years of being in the group together, the members were all used to barging into each other’s rooms to hang out or talk, so it wasn’t foreign for Sunoo to make himself at home so quickly. Sunghoon placed the mug of tea on his bedside table, sitting down on the foot of the bed near where Sunoo was seated.

After some moments of silence, which hung heavily over Sunghoon’s conscience, Sunoo was the one to be decisive. 

“Hyung.”

“Hm?”

“Why are you avoiding me?”

Sunghoon tried to will himself not to react, but he instantly stiffened up. His throat ran dry once again. 

“Avoiding you? Nah, why would I have a reason to?” he said. 

Sunoo shot him a look that made Sunghoon feel naked under his eye. The younger exhaled, leaning forward towards Sunghoon; the collar of his oversized hoodie hung from his neck, dipping low enough that Sunghoon could see a peek of his chest, the slightest glimpse of his perked nipples. Fuck. Sunoo’s tongue darted out to wet his lip, making it glossier than ever before.

“Don’t lie to me, hyung. Something’s up. You’re acting really weird,” Sunoo said, tapping Sunghoon’s knee. 

Sunghoon felt like he was going to throw up; every millimeter that the younger got closer, he swore it was going to make him combust — because, god, all Sunghoon could think about was Sunoo, his pretty lips parted, eyes all teary, and body slick with a post-orgasm sheen…all the while filled to the brim with Sunghoon’s cum. 

Sunoo’s lips curved with interest. He stood up from the chair, stepping towards the bed; his slippers shuffled against the hardwood floor, but all Sunghoon could hear was the noise of his heart racing in his chest. 

“Hyung, you’re sweating.”

Sunghoon’s chest grew tight — because now, Sunoo was standing in between his parted legs, bare thighs touching Sunghoon’s clothed ones. Christ. 

Sunoo lowered down, reaching a finger to touch Sunghoon’s lips and gently dragging his fingertip over the flesh. There was a smile on his face, but it wasn’t anything close to innocent. 

A hand pressed down on Sunghoon’s chest, and the next thing he knew, he was being tilted back and draped on the sheets of his bed. Sunoo was hovering over him with his head cocked. 

“Poor hyung…you seem like you’re just so pent up. What’s got you in such a mess?”

Sunghoon wanted to speak, but the words were disappearing from his mind as soon as they entered; all he could focus on was how fucking close Sunoo was. He was so fucking screwed because the only thing he knew his body wanted to do was to close the distance between them and kiss Sunoo silly and breathless. 

“How come you haven’t been able to speak a single coherent sentence around me? Hm…it’s so unlike you.”

Each word was studded with a taunt; Sunoo was controlling the tides within him, pulling him in further from shore. Sunghoon simply let it happen. 

Sunoo’s finger dragged down Sunghoon’s neck, curving over every bump and groove in his skin. Featherlight, but crushing Sunghoon with the weight of the repercussions of what was occurring between them in the confines of his dorm room. Heavy was the air with bottled-up thoughts; no matter how big the room was, he was suffocating with the dirty little secret he had been harboring for days now.

“I know you’ve been looking at me differently lately.”

“How–” Sunghoon began to say, surprised that something even left his lips after being held back by his daze.

Sunoo wet his lips once more and right then, Sunghoon couldn’t be bothered anymore to hide that he was staring directly at them.

“Do you want to kiss me, hyung?” Sunoo asked, reaching up to trace Sunghoon’s jawline. 

Sunghoon’s lips parted in a silent inhale – he never wanted anything more. 

Sunoo knew that this was a yes; he leaned in, cupping the nape of Sunghoon’s neck and swallowing his lips in an instant. Sunghoon barely had a moment to think as soon as the younger dove in and began kissing him hard. 

Their lips met in a messy union, simultaneous thirst and hunger satiated in tandem. He couldn’t believe how lightheaded he had become when Sunoo slid his tongue into his mouth.

Sunghoon groaned, fingers reaching up to card through Sunoo’s dark locks, pulling him closer. Sunoo gasped into his mouth, melting into the touch. 

Surely, he was dreaming or hallucinating. Surely, Sunoo wasn’t actually on top of him with grabby, desperate hands touching Sunghoon like he couldn’t get enough. Surely, Sunoo wasn’t kissing him until their lips were swollen and delicate to touch. 

Surely not…right?

He took the opportunity to slide his hand free beneath and up Sunoo’s hoodie, stroking the skin that he had been hungrily entranced by throughout the week. He pushed the fabric up further, smoothing his hands over every inch he could touch, eliciting shivers across Sunoo’s body. 

Sunoo pulled away, panting as his lips were even glossier than before, but thanks to Sunghoon this time. He sat up, which made Sunghoon realize that the younger had climbed up to straddle his waist, nestling his ass directly on the older’s crotch. 

“I need you to tell me the real reason why you’re avoiding me.”

Sunghoon sputtered, trying to deflect. 

“Isn’t it obvious now?” he asked, praying Sunoo would let it go. 

Sunoo vehemently shook his head, lips jutting into a pout; Sunghoon was sure he didn’t intend to do so. Fuck, he was so cute. 

“It’s not just this.”

Sunghoon quickly ran through every possible outcome, with him telling Sunoo what he was really going through. The idea of admitting his growing interest in Sunoo wasn’t so scary; it was the pregnancy part that terrified Sunghoon with sharing. 

Sunoo reached down and gently took Sunghoon’s chin with his fingertips. Sunghoon held his breath, waiting for what the younger would do to him; he was ready for whatever he could get. 

“Hyungie…” he softly whined, the breathy tone sending lightning jolting down his spine in fatal shock. Sunghoon was sure he was about to tear into his lip from how hard he was biting down on it. There was no way he was surviving this, Sunghoon thought to himself. 

“I-I…saw something online…” Sunghoon began. 

Sunoo nodded gently. He was urging him to go on. 

Sunghoon swallowed hard. 

“…and it…was saying they wanted to get you pregnant…that I should be the one to make it happen.”

The silence after he said it aloud was deafening, but the air was charged with something inviting, beckoning. Sunoo leaned back with his thighs still straddling Sunghoon’s hips; his expression was neither horrified nor pleased and that scared Sunghoon even more. 

Sunghoon was convinced Sunoo was going to slide right off of him and leave immediately, horrified by something so bizarre and perverse that could be stuck on Sunghoon’s mind. 

Yet, Sunoo stayed. He barely shifted even a hair. 

“Hyung.”

Sunghoon nodded, breath abated.

“Is that what you would want to do to me? Get me pregnant?”

He exhaled to keep from drowning, but Sunoo had a grip on his entire sanity. 

“Hyung, you can be honest with me. Do you want to get me pregnant?”

Sunghoon looked up at Sunoo, fondness filling his heart as he realized that, yes, he did really want that so badly. He wanted to bend him into any and every position, call him his, and fill Sunoo up to the brim until he couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Yes, yes, yes, I want that so much, Sunoo-yah,” he said, finally letting the floodgates burst with all his need and desire. He propped himself up with his arm and grabbed Sunoo’s face with his other as soon as he was upright.

Sunoo gasped, but it was instantly cut off with Sunghoon’s mouth on his, melting into the touch of a hand slotted against his jawline. Sunghoon slid his hand to Sunoo’s nape, curling over the hair there and tilting his head back to kiss him even deeper than ever. He tasted so good, better than Sunghoon could ever imagine. All slick and sweet, delicately piquant, exactly like how he conveyed every word he spoke. 

Sunoo’s hands found Sunghoon’s shoulders, gripping them desperately to ground himself. He let out breathy whines with each pant for air, stirring Sunghoon’s insides with something dangerously hot. 

The two hastily ripped their clothes off each other, all the while kissing messily in between each garment stripped. Sunoo sat bare before him, hoodie pulled off and discarded to the side. His chest was so pretty; the gentle corners of his body were rosy pink against smooth, pale, unblemished skin. Sunghoon's hands touched everywhere he could while he mouthed at Sunoo’s exposed neck and collarbones. He needed more, wanting every single expanse of Sunoo’s body explored and memorized into his psyche for peace of mind. 

To reach him better, Sunghoon picked up Sunghoon beneath his thighs, flipping them over so that the younger’s back hit the plush bed and Sunghoon’s figure hovered over him in a possessive enclosure. Right before he was about to reach down to kiss Sunoo’s chest, Sunoo reached up and placed a hand on Sunghoon’s jawline, stroking it tenderly.

“Hyung…you have to tell me what you want to do to me right now,” Sunoo requested in a gentle voice. He cocked his head, dark wavy hair splayed on the duvet as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He looked so delicious and deserved anything he wanted; whatever he said, Sunghoon would do without even thinking twice.

“I-I want to…kiss your chest, your pretty chest,” Sunghoon replied, timidly. 

“What about my chest do you like?” Sunoo asked, dragging his fingertips over his abdomen and entrancing Sunghoon in a reverie.

Sunghoon leaned down, but not too close that his mouth would brush against Sunoo’s skin; his warm breath ghosted over, silently yearning to do anything and everything to Sunoo.

“I love how your nipples look; so pink and small, perfectly shaped.”

“How would they look when I’m pregnant, Hoonie?”

He nearly choked. He let his lips part, mouth going dry from how thirsty he was for another 

“They’d be bigger and puffy, but I would love them like that; your tits all swollen and full for the baby,” Sunghoon replied, voice trailing off as he got closer to Sunoo’s nipples, daring to get a taste for himself.

“Yeah? Do you want to taste them for yourself before you put a baby in me?” 

Sunghoon nodded needily, his hands reaching for those pretty pink nubs, but forcing himself not to touch until Sunoo said so. Sunoo looked at him with such quiet command, eyes glinting with authority that would send anyone to their knees.

“Suck them, Hoonie. Taste how good they are,” Sunoo ordered, reaching to card his fingers through Sunghoon’s hair. He shivered, relishing in the petting and affection. 

Sunghoon didn’t waste any time, leaning in to begin licking Sunoo’s nipple while playing with the other with his free hand. He grazed the nub lightly with his teeth, earning a moan from Sunoo that sent a shock straight to his cock. When he began sucking and running his tongue over it with more vigor, Sunoo’s grip on his hair grew tighter, and his back began arching into his mouth – Sunghoon was pleased seeing the reactions.

“Hah…Hoonie…” Sunoo breathed, hands reaching down to Sunghoon’s shoulders to get his attention. 

Sunghoon reluctantly lifted his head from Sunoo’s now-swollen, reddened nipples. His mouth parted in eagerness to be told what to do next, heart pounding with anticipation.

“Eat me out, Hoonie, I want you to eat my pussy,” Sunoo gasped, cheeks flushed prettily under the dim lighting of Sunghoon’s room. 

He slid his hands down Sunoo’s sides, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his shorts; he looked up at Sunoo, waiting for further affirmation that he so desperately craved. Sunoo’s eyes were blinking slowly, like a cat, irises dark in threaded expectancy. 

“Take them off, hyung. Want you to see my pussy,” he breathed, lips looking even plumper than before from their recent makeout.

Sunghoon pulled his shorts down, trying to seem not too eager, but still racing to reveal Sunoo’s deliciousness so he could smell him in all his glory. Sunoo whined softly as all of the fabric was discarded, revealing his small, red cock hard and standing tall over his thick thighs. 

Sunghoon’s mouth salivated at the sight of how equally aroused the younger was with this; he was so anxious over scaring the living daylights out of Sunoo with his accidental fetish, but it was being coaxed out instead and praised with the pinnacle of his desires. 

“Where’s my pussy, Hoonie?” Sunoo hummed, biting the tip of his finger. 

Sunghoon used his hands, placing broad palms on the softness of Sunoo’s inner thighs and spreading his legs apart. Sunoo mewled as his hole became bared, pulsing on nothing as it revealed itself to Sunghoon’s hungry eyes. 

“Can I taste you, Sunoo-yah? I can’t wait any longer,” Sunghoon begged, using his best impression of a sad puppy with glittering eyes and a pathetic pout. 

“Only if you ask nicely,” Sunoo replied, now propping himself up by his elbows, so he could see Sunghoon’s anxious longing to get his mouth back on Sunoo as soon as possible.

Sunghoon rested his cheek against Sunoo’s abdomen, eyes gazing imploringly as he stroked Sunoo’s hip with his finger. The concept of being this desperate and needy was never one that ran through Sunghoon’s mind, but Sunoo lit something within him that had him willing to be on all fours, groveling until Sunoo lifted his finger to give the green light. 

He probably would not think twice if Sunoo told him to wait until the end of time for whatever the younger would be willing to throw his way, even for just a single touch. 

“Please, baby, can I eat you out? Let me eat you out, I can make you feel so good,” Sunghoon whispered, drawing circles in Sunoo’s skin now as he gently kissed the skin of his stomach. “I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

Sunghoon continued kissing and gently bit where he lay his lips, earning more moans from Sunoo as he worked on his torso. 

“Please, I want to taste your pussy on my tongue,” Sunghoon breathed against Sunoo’s pelvis bone, eyebrows furrowed in silent desperation. 

Sunoo reached down to curl his fingers around Sunghoon’s chin, stroking the stubble there. He gave Sunghoon a pitiful look with those sharp eyes. 

“Okay, puppy, you earned it.”

Sunghoon’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest when those words left Sunoo’s pretty lips. He quickly lowered his body to find comfort between Sunoo’s legs, tucking his arms beneath them so he could gently lift Sunoo’s pelvis to gain access to his hole. 

He leaned in, never breaking his eye contact with Sunoo, nuzzling his lips and nose against the younger’s nether regions. Sunghoon wanted to melt from the overwhelming force of Sunoo’s delicate musky body scent; it was intoxicatingly addictive, and he needed absolutely more. 

Sunghoon hovered his mouth over Sunoo’s hole, breath fanning over it. It made Sunoo squirm in anticipation. 

“God, puppy, do it now,” Sunoo mewled from where he lay. 

Sunghoon stuck out his tongue, flattening it to lick a broad stripe from below the ring of muscle and over it, slow and steady. Sunoo moaned, sighing into the warm sensation of Sunghoon’s mouth against it. 

Heart fluttering with pride from the reaction, Sunghoon repeated the motion, a little faster than before. He swirled his tongue around the hole, slurping earnestly. Sunoo’s body wracked with a shiver, gasping quietly. 

“Y-yeah…just like that, hyungie,” Sunoo whined, throwing his head back as Sunghoon continued sucking with more vigor once he witnessed Sunoo’s receptivity.

Sunghoon alternated between sucking his hole directly and running the tip of his tongue along the sensitive skin surrounding it, earning more tremors. 

“Sunoo-yah…can I finger your pussy? Let me loosen you up for my cock.”

Sunoo nodded meekly, the first time he let his guard down during the entirety of their debauchery. 

“Puppy, I have some lube,” Sunoo said, lowly. He gestured to his hoodie, which was discarded beside the bed, so Sunghoon leaned down to reach for it. Indeed, there was a tiny packet of lube in the pocket that he fished out, holding it between his two fingers. Once he returned upright, his gaze drifted to the bedside table, where the now-cold mug of tea sat; it was a reminder of Sunoo’s endearing method to get himself into Sunghoon’s vicinity that evening. 

“You came prepared, Sunoo-yah?” Sunghoon asked as he tore the metal satchel. The viscous lube was generously doused on his digits once he got it ripped open. 

Sunoo nodded, fingers covering his mouth with a coy expression. Sunghoon’s skin buzzed with adoration from the younger’s demeanor. 

“I…just had a feeling…” Sunoo admitted. “I saw how you got around me…and I thought just maybe…”

Sunghoon reached down to circle Sunoo’s hole, the cold liquid against his warm entrance making Sunoo squirm from the contrasting temperatures. 

“…I thought maybe you would want me too…” 

This just about gutted him. Sunoo had been nervously anticipating something too; the longing that wracked Sunghoon’s mind lately was nothing short of mutual, perhaps sans the child-bearing imagery. 

Sunoo whined to bring him back to earth. 

“Hyung, I need you to finger my pussy…put those pretty fingers in them now…”

“Yes, anything you want.”

Sunghoon wasted no time pressing into his hole, slowly breaching the ring of muscle little by little. Sunoo’s eyes scrunched closed in mild discomfort. Sunghoon instinctively reached for Sunoo’s hand with his free one, interlocking their fingers instantly. Sunoo held on tightly, as if letting go would end the moment entirely. 

Sunghoon continued his work, finger halfway into Sunoo’s entrance and making his mouth dry once again; the fact that this was his reality was sending his mind in a loop. He wasn’t sure if this one time would satiate his profound desires. 

His finger reached the hilt, pausing to let Sunoo adjust to the new sensation. He glanced up and Sunoo was looking at him with dazed eyes, still clutching onto Sunghoon’s hand. 

“More, hyung. Fuck me with your fingers,” he whispered, giving the older one the green light. 

Sunghoon withdrew his finger until it was almost out, before pushing back inside. Sunoo moaned and demanded more, so that’s what Sunghoon did for him. He thrusted his finger faster, eventually adding a second one to scissor him looser bit by bit. The squelch of his lubed fingers within Sunoo’s warm hole echoed in the bedroom in a lewd song. 

“Your pussy’s so pretty, Sunoo,” Sunghoon murmured, eyes locked on the way his fingers were sucked up by Sunoo’s hole with every plunge. 

“I-I know…” Sunoo breathed, stifled immediately by a certain crook of Sunghoon’s finger as he experimented with a new angle. 

Sunghoon noticed how Sunoo’s body jolted like an electric shock ran through it; he pressed on the spot again, a soft bundle of nerves residing deep within Sunoo and calling for attention. Sunoo writhed again and yelped as Sunghoon continued thrusting his fingers directly into his aching prostate, relentlessly. 

“S-stop, puppy, I-I’m going to cum,” Sunoo managed to get out, hand now gripping onto Sunghoon’s dark hair once again. 

Sunghoon obeyed, slowing down his pace and eventually withdrawing his hand completely. Sunoo was panting, chest slick with a light sheen of sweat and rosiness brushed onto his skin. Sunghoon took a mental picture, savoring every inch of Sunoo’s beauty for his mind to see. 

Sunoo collected himself, dragging his body to the headboard of Sunghoon’s bed. He sat with his back against the wood, knees lifted so he could spread his legs apart, revealing his now-loosened hole dripping with wetness. 

“Hoonie…sit down. Take off your pants and show me your cock…” Sunoo requested, slowly reaching down to circle his hole with his own fingers. 

Sunghoon found a seat at his desk chair and looked down at his very neglected hard-on. The grey fabric of the sweatpants was doing absolutely nothing to provide discretion for the bulge that was shooting through the fabric, crying for some sort of relief.

Sunghoon glanced back at Sunoo, who was now dipping two fingers into himself and thrusting at a steady pace. Sunoo was staring right back at him, eyes hazy with a flush raging across his cheeks. His stomach flipped at how alluring this image was, feeling like a voyeur of his own experience. 

“Fuck, Sunoo,” he muttered, sliding his sweats off his hips. His cock sprang free, gently rocking in the air now. He didn’t immediately put his hand on his shaft, wanting to do whatever Sunoo wanted him to do like a dutiful servant. “What should I do, Sunoo-yah?”

“Touch yourself, hyung. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about…about me, puppy.”

Sunghoon sunk deeper into the chair, bringing his palm down to his stiff cock. His hand was still sticky from the lube, so the glide against his length was satisfying and pleasuring him wholly. He gave himself a few strokes, moaning as he watched Sunoo fingering himself on his bed.

“I’ve…I’ve been imagining you pregnant…”

“Pregnant with whose babies, puppy?”

Sunghoon groaned as the thought of pumping his seed deep into Sunoo flooded his mind.

“Y-yours…pregnant with my babies, Sunoo-yah.”

He fisted his cock and slid his hand faster against his raging erection, alternating between sucking his length down his encircled hold and thumbing his tip; watching Sunoo crumble into an equally pleasured mess was turning him on like no other, certainly light years more than his feeble attempt earlier.

“I-I pictured myself taking off your clothes…seeing you naked…I wanted to kiss your pretty body all over,” Sunghoon continued. “I thought about eating you out like I did just now…you tasted exactly how I imagined.”

Sunoo opened his eyes, still blissed out. 

“How does my pussy taste, Hoonie?” he gasped out, now touching his nipple with his free hand, gently pinching the rosy bud with his slender fingers.

“Like honey, baby; your pussy is so sweet on my tongue,” Sunghoon drawled, barely able to contain his groans from the sight of Sunoo.

Sweat dripped down Sunoo’s jawline, making tendrils of his dark waves stick against his temples. His plush lips were agape with a constant string of whimpers as he fucked himself harder with two fingers. 

“I-I was thinking about how I’d put my cock in your hole – it’d be so warm…soft. I want to push it all the way until I’m completely inside you.”

Sunoo whined, now fisting his cock in tandem with his fingering.

“...And I’d fuck you so well, baby. I’d fuck you any way you’d want it.”

Sunoo’s chest heaved as he watched Sunghoon fuck into his hand, thrusts growing more desperate to chase a climax. 

“When I’d cum, I’d fuck it all inside you, put my babies inside you, Sunoo-yah – and you’d take it all.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Sunoo whined, fingers thrusting at a quicker pace than before. Sunghoon could feel himself slowly rising to his peak with every motion of his palm.

“I’d fuck you again and again, making sure I’d make you pregnant by the end of it; fill you up to the fucking brim with my cum,” Sunghoon said, head lolling back now as Sunoo’s words were just completely incoherent and messy. “Fuck, Sunoo, I’m going to cum; can I cum, baby?”

“Cum for me, Hoonie. Cum on yourself,” Sunoo gasped.

They both orgasmed in concurrence, bodies jerking in blissful ascension into mind-numbing pleasure. Sunghoon’s hips stuttered as he came all over his hand, white ropes of cum splattering over himself. All the while, Sunoo fingered himself into climax, crying out as he let his release coat his stomach entirely.

As they came down, hands shaking and mind blank from how intense it was, Sunoo whimpered for Sunghoon to come over. Sunghoon grabbed his discarded t-shirt and crawled over his bed to reach where the younger sat. He gently wiped down Sunoo’s abdomen, ridding the sticky white cum from his smooth skin before cleaning himself. Once they both were dry again, he tossed the shirt aside and caged Sunoo in with his broader frame, leaning in to inhale how saccharine Sunoo’s body scent was post-orgasm. 

“Hoonie,” Sunoo whispered, reaching up to cup Sunghoon’s jaw.

“Yes, baby,” he replied, leaning in to nuzzle Sunoo’s cheek, thirsty to get more of him.

“I want you to make me full with your babies. Breed me, hyung.”

Sunghoon groaned, nipping at Sunoo’s jaw now in response to the request. He dragged his lips down Sunoo’s neck, the salt of his sweat lingering on the tongue as he softly sucked on the skin as he went.

“Yeah? I’ll do that for you. Anything you want.”

He broke away from Sunoo’s neck, eyes flitting to the younger’s lips, still glossy and kiss-bitten from the earlier makeout. In a silent inquiry, he pleaded to get a taste of his mouth again. Sunoo leaned forward, slowly and tantalizingly. Their breaths mingled when they were only millimeters away, aching to unite.

Their lips met and their worlds collided. Sunghoon’s skin prickled with heat that seared like no other as he opened his mouth to let Sunoo’s tongue in. The warm muscle swiped along where it could touch, eventually tangling with Sunghoon’s in a slicked amalgamation of need. Sunghoon’s fantasies were now a reality; he wondered if he could never be fully satiated ever again, but if it was Sunoo, he didn’t mind getting enough.

Sunghoon never let their lips come apart as he reached down, plunging his fingers into Sunoo’s hole again to warm him up for what was to come. Sunoo moaned into his mouth, clutching Sunghoon’s shoulders tightly at the sudden intrusion. 

Sunghoon withdrew his fingers, wrapping them around his cock to slick the length with Sunoo’s slickness. He broke the kiss reluctantly to focus on lining himself up with Sunoo’s hole. The sensation of pressing the head of his cock against the tight muscle sent explosions going off in his brain; he swore that the way his heart was palpitating beyond relief was going to send him into his premature death. Death by Sunoo’s pussy wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, in his humble opinion.

The head of his cock breached Sunoo’s entrance, making both of them moan in sync. He pushed in slowly; any faster and the enveloping warmth of Sunoo’s hole would surely make him faint on the spot. 

“Put it in all the way, puppy. I need it,” Sunoo whispered, wrapping his arms around Sunghoon’s shoulders and pulling him close.

Sunghoon sent his cock forward, fully sheathing himself to the hilt within Sunoo’s heat. His hips were now flush with the flesh of Sunoo’s ass, desperate to get closer than before. He waited patiently, forehead pressed against Sunoo’s. Sunghoon refused to move a muscle until Sunoo bade him to. 

After several moments, Sunoo pressed his lips against Sunghoon’s ear.

“Move, Hoonie. Fuck me right now,” he murmured.

Sunghoon drew his hips back. The drag of Sunoo’s hole against his shaft made him stutter with pleasure. Before the head could slip out, he pushed back in, knocking the breath out of his chest from the dangerously addictive warmth.

Sunoo hooked his ankles around Sunghoon’s back, pulling him in closer while they began rocking with each other, thrusts occurring like a well-choreographed tango. Sunoo’s fingers clawed at broad shoulders and down his back; red, angry marks dragged down his skin like a violent embroilment, but he savored the enticing burn that it left on his aching body.

Sunghoon caged Sunoo with his arms, curving over his smaller frame as he fucked deeper and deeper into the younger. Sunoo whined, head falling back as he tried holding on, but failing uselessly. 

“Y-you’re so big, hyung, fuck!” Sunoo cried, legs trembling from the force of each thrust Sunghoon gave him.

Sunoo’s hold around his waist loosened, so Sunghoon took this as a chance to hook his arms under them and raise them in the air, resting them on his chest so he could access a new angle. Sunoo’s cheek rested on the bed, brows furrowed as he anticipated the experience of the different position. Sunghoon started slow, fucking into Sunoo’s heat with intent – they both moaned as Sunghoon’s cock buried itself further than before.

“F-fuck, Sunoo…you’re so tight,” Sunghoon breathed, resting his cheek on the side of Sunoo’s calf. He slowly rocked his hips, each contact of their bodies igniting a new flame within them. 

“Faster, puppy, I want more,” Sunoo requested, hands grasping at the pillows beneath his head when Sunghoon pushed himself fully into him.

Sunghoon watched Sunoo writhe below him as he obliged. He swore he could see a slight bulge in Sunoo’s tummy with each thrust of his cock, sending himself deeper and deeper to see if he could confirm his suspicions of what he saw. Sunoo loved every second of it, whining and clawing uselessly at the bed below him as Sunghoon gave him what he wanted.

Sunoo tapped his shoulder to signal him to pause – he shifted their positions so that now Sunoo was on his side; the younger reached down to pull his asscheek higher to let Sunghoon have better access to his hole. This time, Sunghoon could lean down, kissing Sunoo while he drove into Sunoo’s heat.

Sunghoon never wanted this moment to end; he was convinced that this was his life’s purpose. He could stay attached to Sunoo if he could, fuck him in every position and angle he wanted, give him all the cum he needed. If he had told himself a week ago that this was what would come out of his perverse inner thoughts, perhaps he wouldn’t be feeling as guilty for seeing Sunoo in that light.

“Your pussy’s so tight, all tight around my cock. It wants my cum so bad, yeah?” Sunghoon grunted, thrusting with reckless abandon and making saliva dribble out of the side of Sunoo’s mouth, wetting the cotton sheets below him.

“Y-yes, fill me with your cum, hyung. I want all of it, please,” Sunoo whined.

This sent him over the edge once more, clutching Sunoo’s legs as he felt himself losing grip on reality.

“I-I’m cumming,” he managed to stutter out, body wracking in tremors as his orgasm washed over him.

His cum painted Sunoo’s insides, warm and slick; Sunoo cried out, releasing in succession as Sunghoon continued to weakly thrust while he rode out his high. Sunoo’s legs grew slack and fell beside Sunghoon’s hips after the intense climax.

Sunghoon gasped, pushing the hair sticking to his forehead, leaning over Sunoo to rest his head on the younger’s chest. His cock was still inside, gently throbbing from the aftermath. 

“Puppy, you did so good,” Sunoo whispered, carding his fingers through Sunghoon’s sweaty hair. Sunghoon hummed in satisfaction, happy to receive the honeyed praise from the younger, but then, Sunoo’s fingers paused mid-stroke.

“Mm…I don’t think you put a baby in me yet, though. I think you’re going to have to try again, Hoonie,” Sunoo added, sultryness flickering in his eyes.

Sunghoon felt himself begin to harden once more within Sunoo, heart thudding at the idea of needing to do better, to please Sunoo and meet his expectations. Sunghoon lifted his torso off Sunoo, skin clammy where they touched. 

Once he reached a full erection, cock lodged inside Sunoo like a stake on territory, he began to slowly thrust into Sunoo. From where he was, he could see Sunoo’s eyes growing red and teary from the increasing pleasure. Fuck, he needed to fill this boy to the brim.

Sunghoon began to fuck Sunoo harder, unconcerned at how violently the headboard of his bed was banging against the wall; he almost felt a bit sorry for the other members having to overhear their lewd noises, but the sensation of being in Sunoo’s ass pulled him back into what truly mattered.

They switched to Sunoo riding on top of him, watching the younger impale himself on Sunghoon’s painfully hard cock as he rubbed soothing circles on his hip. Sunoo cried helplessly as he rocked his hips in a disconnected pace, fervently lifting and dropping himself down on Sunghoon’s length. Sunghoon watched in blissful mirth as Sunoo braced his hands onto Sunghoon’s chest for balance, eyes fluttering and cheeks ruddy. 

He deemed this position not enough for putting a baby inside him, so he reached up to hook his arm around Sunoo’s waist and lift him, sliding his cock out. Sunoo whined in dismay, but let Sunghoon take the reins for a moment. Sunghoon flipped Sunoo onto his knees, placing a hand on the small of his back as he readied their bodies to meet once more.

Sunoo was folded over, forearms and knees on the bed, as Sunghoon pushed back slowly into his heat. They got into rhythm again, this time Sunghoon guiding Sunoo with his hands on the younger's slender waist. Sunoo was crying out every time Sunghoon drove into him until the hilt as his own hands grasped at the bedsheets and crumpled the cotton with force.

“F-fuck, Hoon!” Sunoo spluttered, losing grasp of his own controlled facade. 

Sunghoon kept going, body programmed with one goal of pleasing and fulfilling Sunoo’s needs – he forgot how his cock was growing achingly sore from the constant vigor, how the backs of his thighs were burning from the effort to never falter once. He focused solely on seeing Sunoo writhe and whine aloud beneath him in total bliss. 

Sunoo nearly screamed when he changed angles just ever-so slightly; he thrusted again, realizing he found the right spot. Sunghoon bit his lip, working to fuck into Sunoo exactly there and never stop; but he does, because Sunoo tilts his head over his shoulder.

“Hoonie, I want to see you when you cum in me again,” Sunoo said, as he looked back, his eyes round and pleading with his head cocked to meet Sunghoon’s gaze. His shoulders were hunched in threaded tension, back arched to give Sunghoon the best access to him.

Dear lord, he thought. He tried his best not to cum right there at the sight.

Sunghoon nodded, and they returned to facing each other, Sunghoon over Sunoo once again. He was certain that this was the last leg of the race for him with this round, so he took it slower, savoring the way Sunoo sucked him up so well, sweat slicking every corner of their bodies, and how the heavy scent of sex filled their senses. 

Sunghoon didn’t care one bit, because he loved the way his cock fit in Sunoo’s hole, bruising the walls and marking it as his; it was their first time together but it was like they had already read and memorized every strand of the other’s DNA by heart, pushing and pulling in exactly the way they needed it. Fuck, it felt so good, and Sunghoon cursed at himself for withholding his desires for Sunoo for this long. 

Sunoo doesn’t break eye contact with Sunghoon the entire time, panting and crying to let the older know that he was doing all too well. Sunghoon leans down to pull his legs over his shoulder once again and fold him directly in half, pummelling into him even deeper than ever. 

“God, you’re taking me so fucking deep,” Sunghoon grits out, pressing open-mouthed kisses across Sunoo’s face. 

He reaches down, dragging his hand over Sunoo’s abdomen – his senses pique as he feels the gentle nudge of his cock outlining on Sunoo’s flat stomach. He moans and times it perfectly so that he presses directly on the bulge as he thrusts inside, earning the loudest, most drawn out moan from Sunoo’s lips. 

Sunoo’s body arches, back lifting sharply off the bed in a delicious curve, pressing into Sunghoon’s own figure. Sunghoon feels his mind going dizzy knowing how he affected Sunoo with every movement, every touch. 

The need to climax nags at Sunghoon’s core, waking his desperation even further. 

Sunoo is shuddering now, trembling with every motion. Sunghoon finds that spot once again, jolting Sunoo’s body violently in an involuntary jerk; Sunoo twists his eyes shut, gasping out.

“Y-yeah, fuck, right there, Hoonie, please don’t stop.”

“I’m so close, Noo, god, you’re so tight,” Sunghoon moans, leaning down to suck harshly at Sunoo’s neck, teeth grazing skin as he tries to muffle his sounds as much as possible. “I can’t hold back anymore, baby, fuck.”

“Cum in me, hyungie, please, I need your cum, please. Cum for me and make me yours,” Sunoo says, hand reaching feverishly to find Sunghoon’s, interlocking their fingers.

Desperation to find relief tinges Sunoo’s cries now, needy and clear – it brings Sunghoon past the brink of sanity when he sees Sunoo’s face, twisted in throes of pleasure and paradise. Sunghoon groans as he crashes, fully ridding himself of any inhibitions any longer and succumbing to the existence that is Sunoo. They cum together, white release plunging deeper into Sunoo’s body once more and warm stickiness dotting their torsos.

Sunghoon doesn't know when and where the kiss began, but they pant against each other’s mouths as Sunghoon’s still shaking from the wake of his orgasm; his hips slow, but the pleasure still bubbles within his core like an angry animal still caged deep within him.

“Fuck–” Sunoo breathed, pulling Sunghoon’s head back with a fistful of his hair. Sunghoon licks his lips in eagerness, the corners of his mouth curving up as he lets Sunoo do whatever he pleases.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner that you wanted me, hyung?”

Sunghoon scoffs, but really, he was feeling sheepish that he was too mortified by his fantasy. 

“I was worried that you’d be disgusted by me,” he finally replied, as Sunoo leaned in to press kisses on his lips, the corners of them, and across his cheeks.

“Don’t get me wrong – you’re a fucking weirdo, hyung,” Sunoo said, cocking his head when he drew back. 

Sunghoon’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“But I’m into it.”

Sunoo shot him a devious smile, easing Sunghoon back into the new reality that they were now living in; one where they could both be as depraved and hungry over one another as they wanted.

After several moments of lying together, catching their breaths, Sunghoon carefully slips out of Sunoo – his hole gapes, clenching as white cum oozes out in a slow, steady trickle. Sunoo gasps at the sensation, protesting at the loss of fullness. 

“Do you think you’re pregnant now?” Sunghoon asks, pressing a kiss to Sunoo’s forehead. 

Sunoo sends him a pouty look, lips jutted out sweetly. 

“I don’t know, hyung. Should we try again for good measure?” he replies.

Sunghoon’s throat is dry once more from the enticing outlook of round three, four, and beyond, but it’s quite reassuring, because he knows he’ll never have to be left unsatiated ever again.

"By the way, what was with the stupid clownfish fact?"

"...Don't mention that."