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Gyuvin felt the world narrow to a single, infuriating point. He’d just walked into the dorm’s shared living space, tired from a long day of practice, and there he was. Ricky. Lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking devastatingly casual and beautiful. And wearing Jiwoong’s Peaceminusone hoodie.
The fabric was unmistakable, the distinctive design a brand Gyuvin’s hyung was practically glued to. A cold, sharp feeling stabbed through Gyuvin’s chest, hot and jealous all at once. Ricky was his. If his boyfriend wanted a fucking hoodie, he should be drowning in Gyuvin’s clothes, or at least have the decency to ask. Gyuvin would buy him ten, a hundred, anything. He wouldn’t even blink.
He didn’t say a word. He just stood there, the door clicking shut behind him, and let the hurt simmer. He knew he was pouting, his lips pressed into a thin line, his shoulders slumping. It was his tell, and Ricky knew it. The sulk was his silent plea for attention, for reassurance, for ownership to be acknowledged.
Ricky finally looked up, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his perfect lips. He didn’t look guilty. He looked… pleased. “You’re home,” Ricky said, his voice a low, smooth purr. He stretched, the hoodie riding up to reveal a sliver of his taut stomach. The move was so calculated it made Gyuvin’s breath hitch.
“You’re wearing Jiwoong-hyung’s hoodie,” Gyuvin said, the words coming out flat, wounded.
“I am,” Ricky confirmed, sitting up slightly. His eyes, dark and knowing, held Gyuvin’s. “It’s comfortable. Smells like his cologne.”
He tilted his head slightly, watching Gyuvin’s expression with obvious interest.
“Why?” Ricky added lightly. “Does it bother you?”
That was it. The final twist of the knife. Gyuvin felt his control, the gentle, careful restraint he always kept coiled tight around himself when it came to Ricky, begin to fray at the edges. He wanted to yank that hoodie off, to tear it, to replace its scent with his own. But he just stood there, a statue of quiet, possessive misery.
Ricky’s smile softened, but it was no less dangerous. He rose from the couch and padded over, stopping just inches away. He was so close Gyuvin could feel the warmth of his body through the stolen fabric. “You’re upset,” Ricky stated, tilting his head.
“No,” Gyuvin mumbled, looking away.
A cool, elegant finger hooked under his chin, forcing his gaze back. “Yes, you are. You’re thinking that I should only wear your things. That you should be the only one who gets to put his scent on me.” Ricky’s voice dropped to a whisper, a sinful, tempting sound. “So take it off me, Gyuvin-ah. If it bothers you so much, just take it off.”
Gyuvin’s heart hammered against his ribs. His hands twitched at his sides.
Ricky leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Gyuvin’s ear. “You can mark what’s underneath instead. Paint my fucking insides with your come so I feel you for days. Leave your teeth on my skin so everyone knows who I belong to.” He pulled back, his eyes burning with a challenge. “Don’t you want to own me? Really own me? Show me who I belong to.”
Gyuvin’s shyness, his habitual gentleness, shattered under the sheer, raw want in Ricky’s words. A flush crept up his neck, but he nodded, a quick, jerky motion. He didn’t trust his voice.
That was all the permission Ricky needed, or perhaps it was the permission he’d been waiting to extract. He took Gyuvin’s hand, his grip firm, and led him silently down the hall to their shared bedroom. The door hadn’t even fully closed behind them before Gyuvin was on him, his earlier sulk transforming into a single-minded focus.
He pushed the offensive hoodie up, and Ricky lifted his arms, letting Gyuvin pull it over his head and toss it carelessly into a corner. There. Now Ricky was bare from the waist up, pale skin glowing in the low light. Gyuvin’s hands trembled as they settled on Ricky’s hips. He started there, with reverent, open-mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulder blade. He was a devoted believer at the altar of Shen Ricky, and this was his worship.
He mapped every inch with his lips and tongue, kissing, licking, caressing the dips and planes of Ricky’s neck, his chest. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tight bud until Ricky gasped, his fingers tangling in Gyuvin’s hair. “Yes,” Ricky hissed. “Just like that.”
Then Gyuvin bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to brand. A soft, possessive bite on the tender skin of his nipples, another on the curve of his shoulder. He was marking his territory, his kisses turning hungry, his bites more frequent. Ricky arched into every touch, a breathy moan escaping him. “Fuck, Gyuvin. More.”
They shed the rest of their clothes in a frantic tangle of limbs. Gyuvin pushed Ricky back onto the bed, crawling over him. He reached for the lube, his movements urgent but still laced with that underlying care. He prepped Ricky with slick, careful fingers, stretching him open, watching his face contort in pleasure. “You feel so fucking good,” Gyuvin whispered, adding a second finger, scissoring him. “So tight and hot for me.”
Gyuvin pulled his fingers away slowly, watching Ricky’s expression carefully as he reached between them.
When he finally slid inside, it was with a slow, aching push that made them both cry out. Gyuvin set a gentle, deep rhythm, his hips rolling in a steady, punishingly soft wave. He braced himself on his elbows, his forehead against Ricky’s, watching every flicker of emotion in his boyfriend’s eyes. “Is this what you want?” Gyuvin breathed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “This… gentleness?”
Ricky wrapped his legs around Gyuvin’s waist, locking his ankles. His eyes were dark with lust and something else. Frustration. “No,” he panted, his nails digging into Gyuvin’s back. “I told you. I want you to fuck my brains out. I wore that fucking hoodie so you’d stop being so sweet and just ruin me. Don’t hold back. Please Qubing.”
The plea, raw and desperate, broke the last of Gyuvin’s restraint. A low sound tore from his throat. He pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back in, a brutal, perfect thrust that punched a ragged scream from Ricky.
“You want me to fuck you?” Gyuvin rasped, the pace shifting from a gentle roll to a hard, driving piston. “You want me to own this perfect soft ass?”
“Yes! God, yes!” Ricky chanted, his head thrashing against the pillows.
Gyuvin obeyed. He fucked into Ricky with everything he had, each thrust a claim, a punishment, a worship. The bed rocked against the wall with a steady, rhythmic thud. Sweat slicked their skin. Gyuvin could feel the tight, clutching heat of Ricky around him, could hear the filthy, wet sounds of their joining. He angled his hips, searching, and found the spot that made Ricky see stars.
“There! Right there, fuck, don’t stop!” Ricky sobbed, his back bowing off the bed.
Gyuvin hammered that spot relentlessly. He watched Ricky unravel beneath him, his composure shattered into a thousand pieces of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Ricky’s cock, trapped between their stomachs, leaked copiously with each brutal thrust.
“I’m gonna come,” Ricky warned, his voice breaking. “Gyuvin, I’m gonna~”
“Come for me,” Gyuvin ordered, his own climax coiling tight in his gut. “Come all over yourself. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The command was all it took as Ricky’s orgasm ripped through him with a strangled shout, stripes of white painting his stomach and chest. The intense, rhythmic clenching of his body around Gyuvin’s cock was too much. Gyuvin buried himself to the hilt with one final, deep grind, and let go. His release was blinding, a hot, pulsing flood that filled Ricky exactly as promised, painting his insides, claiming him from within. He pulled out slowly and collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands, breath coming in ragged gasps against Ricky’s sweat-damp neck.
For a long moment neither of them moved. The room was quiet except for their uneven breathing and the soft creak of the mattress settling beneath them.
Gyuvin, already spent from his practice and their rough sex eventually shifted just enough to pull the blankets over them, his arm heavy around Ricky’s waist.
Exhaustion dragged at Ricky’s limbs, and with Gyuvin’s warmth wrapped around him, sleep came easily.
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The first sensation was warmth, a solid, familiar heat pressed against the curve of his back. Then, the slow, delicious ache, a deep, pleasant soreness that reminded him of every thrust, every claiming bite from the night before. Ricky blinked his eyes open to the soft gray light of morning filtering through their blinds.
Gyuvin was still asleep behind him, one heavy arm draped over Ricky’s waist, his breath a steady, warm puff against the nape of Ricky’s neck. They were still naked, the sheets tangled around their legs. Ricky smiled, a slow, cat-like curve of his lips. He felt owned. He felt ruined. And he wanted it all over again.
He shifted, just slightly, pressing his round, firm ass back more deliberately into the cradle of Gyuvin’s hips. The soft, semi-hard length of Gyuvin’s cock nestled against his ass cheeks. A spark of pure, wicked need shot through Ricky. Perfect.
He began to move, a subtle, sinuous roll of his hips, rubbing his skin against Gyuvin’s. He could feel the flesh stirring, thickening, responding even in sleep. A soft, wanting moan escaped Ricky’s lips. He reached back, guiding, slipping Gyuvin’s now hardening dick snugly between his ass cheeks, the heat of it a brand against his sensitive skin. He started to move again, slower this time, a shallow, tempting grind.
Ricky kept moving slowly, deliberately, enjoying the way Gyuvin’s body reacted even while sleeping. A low, sleepy groan vibrated against his back. Gyuvin’s arm tightened around his waist.
But it wasn’t enough. Ricky was impatient, a needy thrumming in his blood. He wanted Gyuvin inside. Now. The memory of being stretched so full made his own cock twitch against his stomach. He pushed back, carefully, using the slickness left from last night and his own want to ease the way.
The head of Gyuvin’s cock caught at his entrance, still loose and slightly swollen. Ricky bit his lip, whimpering softly as he pressed back, taking just the tip. The stretch was immediate, a breathtaking flash of sensation. He paused, breathing through it, then sank back another inch, then another, until Gyuvin was sheathed fully inside him, hard and complete.
“Fuck,” Ricky breathed out, the word a prayer. He felt so full, so perfectly claimed all over again. He began to move, a slow, deep grind of his hips, taking Gyuvin as deep as he could in this position.
Gyuvin’s groan this time was more awake, more aware. His hips gave an involuntary jerk, pushing up into the tight, wet heat. Ricky moaned, the sound wanton in the quiet room. He kept moving, setting a lazy, deep rhythm, clenching around Gyuvin’s length with each backward roll.
“You naughty kitty,” Gyuvin’s voice was thick with sleep and desire, rasping right against Ricky’s ear. His hand slid from Ricky’s waist to splay possessively over his lower stomach. “So fucking needy. Couldn’t even wait for me to wake up for your treat huh?”
Ricky tipped his head back against Gyuvin’s shoulder, exposing his throat. “Yeah,” he panted, his own hand coming up to tangle in Gyuvin’s hair. “I Need you. Fuck me slow and deep, Gyuvin. Just like this.”
Gyuvin answered with a roll of his own hips, a long, drawn-out thrust that made Ricky see stars. “Greedy.” But he complied, his movements becoming more deliberate, taking over the pace. He kept it slow, each withdrawal an agony, each deep, penetrating push a promise. He held Ricky close, his mouth finding the juncture of Ricky’s neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking at the already marked skin.
Ricky shuddered, a full-body tremor of pleasure. “More,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please, Gyuvin, I need more of you.”
With a grunt, Gyuvin shifted. He lifted one of Ricky’s legs, hooking it up high, and slid back into him from behind in one smooth, deep stroke. The angle was different, deeper, and Ricky cried out, his fingers clutching the sheets.
“This what you wanted?” Gyuvin murmured, his thrusts still measured but more powerful, each one driving the breath from Ricky’s lungs. “My cock buried in your perfect ass first thing in the morning?”
“Yes,” Ricky sobbed, pushing back to meet him. “God, yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
Gyuvin didn’t. He kept up the deep, rhythmic fucking, one hand holding Ricky's leg up, the other roaming over Ricky’s side, his hip, the curve of his ass. He leaned closer, his lips brushing Ricky’s ear. “You feel so fucking good, Ricky. So tight and hot and mine. All mine.”
The words, the possession, the relentless, deep penetration were building a coil of heat low in Ricky’s belly. He was close, so close, just from this. But then Gyuvin pulled out again.
Before Ricky could protest, strong hands were on his hips, hauling him up onto his knees. Putting Ricky doggy style. Gyuvin’s hands gripped him tight, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of his spine. He didn’t re-enter him right away. He just held him there, exposed, the cool air a contrast to the heat between his thighs.
“Qubingg~,” Ricky whimpered, pushing his ass back in silent plea.
“I’m right here, baby,” Gyuvin said, his voice a low, possessive rumble. He rubbed the head of his cock through Ricky’s slickness, teasing his entrance, circling it but not pushing in. “You want me to fuck you like this? Hard and fast? Make you scream into the sheets?”
“Please.” It was all Ricky could manage.
Gyuvin finally gave him what he wanted, sinking into him with a single, powerful thrust that stole the air from Ricky’s lungs.
Gyuvin’s powerful thrusts drove deep, pinning Ricky into the mattress with a force that stole his breath. The world narrowed to the brutal, perfect rhythm of Gyuvin’s hips slamming against his ass, the wet, obscene sound of their connection, and the rough drag of sheets against his over-sensitized skin. Each impact jolted through him, a direct line to the core of his being.
“Qubinggh!” Ricky cried out, his voice cracking on the name. It wasn’t a protest. It was a prayer, a plea, a desperate claim. He was completely at Gyuvin’s mercy, and the surrender was the most exquisite thing he’d ever felt. His hands scrabbled against the mattress, finding nothing to hold onto but the heat of his own need.
“I’ve got you,” Gyuvin grunted, his voice a low, possessive rasp near Ricky’s ear. He leaned over Ricky’s back, his chest pressing against Ricky’s sweat-slicked skin, blanketing him completely. “I’m right here. I’m fucking you so deep, Ricky. So fucking deep you’re gonna feel me for days.”
The angle was merciless, each thrust hitting that perfect, devastating spot inside him with unerring accuracy. The coil of pleasure in Ricky’s gut wound tighter and tighter, a white-hot wire about to snap. He was hurtling toward the edge, his body trembling, his vision blurring at the edges.
“I’m-I’m gonna-” he tried to warn, but the words dissolved into a shattered moan.
Gyuvin’s pace didn’t falter. “Yeah? Come for me, then. Show me.”
Ricky’s orgasm crashed over him, a silent, convulsive wave. His body seized, his back arching violently off the bed as his cock jerked, spilling nothing but a few weak, clear drops onto the rumpled sheets. A dry, overwhelming climax that wrung every ounce of pleasure from his nerves without release. He gasped, soundless, his mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ of stunned ecstasy, his inner walls fluttering and clenching wildly around Gyuvin’s still-pumping length.
Gyuvin felt it, the incredible, milking tightness, and a ragged groan tore from his throat. “Fuck, Ricky. Fuck. You feel that? You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He slowed, his thrusts becoming shallow, grinding rolls, drawing out Ricky’s oversensitivity until Ricky was whimpering, oversensitive and raw. “That’s it. Take it. take everything.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Ricky’s ear. “You came so good for me. But I’m not done with you yet.” He picked up the pace again, a few final, deep, claiming drives that had Ricky crying out, his overstimulated body alight with a confusing mix of pleasure and pain.
With a final moan, Gyuvin buried himself to the hilt and stilled. Ricky felt the hot, intimate pulse deep inside him as Gyuvin came, filling him up all over again, marking his territory in the most primal way. The sensation was profound, a liquid heat that seemed to brand his very core. Gyuvin collapsed on top of him, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure, his breath coming in hot, ragged pants against Ricky’s neck. Ricky barely had the strength to move, his body humming with the fading echoes of pleasure.
Gyuvin’s breathing slowed gradually against his shoulder, the frantic urgency from moments ago melting into quiet warmth
They lay there for long minutes, a tangled, sticky, breathless heap. The only sounds were their slowing heartbeats and the soft rustle of the sheets as Gyuvin eventually, carefully, pulled out. Ricky winced at the loss, a full, aching emptiness taking its place.
Gyuvin rolled onto his back beside him, one arm flung over his eyes. For a moment, there was just the quiet. Then, Gyuvin’s hand found Ricky’s, their fingers lacing together. The simple connection felt more intimate than anything that had come before.
“You okay?” Gyuvin’s voice was hoarse, soft.
Ricky turned his head on the pillow. Gyuvin’s sharp features were softened in the post-coital haze, his intense eyes half-lidded and sated. “More than okay,” Ricky whispered, his own voice shot. “I’m perfect.”
A slow, smug smile spread across Gyuvin’s face. He lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to Ricky’s knuckles. “Good.”
Another few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Gyuvin sat up, stretching his long limbs with a groan. He looked down at Ricky, a mess of sweat, bite marks, and come on the sheets, and his expression shifted to one of tender possessiveness.Gyuvin studied the marks scattered across Ricky’s skin for a moment, something soft and proud flickering in his expression. “Come on. Shower.”
Before Ricky could protest that moving felt impossible, Gyuvin leaned over and, in one surprisingly smooth motion, hooked an arm under Ricky’s knees and behind his back. He lifted him clean off the bed in a princess carry.
Ricky yelped, his arms flying around Gyuvin’s neck. “Gyuvin!” he laughed, the sound breathless. “I can walk!”
“I know,” Gyuvin said, striding confidently out of the bedroom toward their bathroom. He looked down at Ricky, his gaze dark and fond. “But I’m carrying you. And you’re going to return Jiwoong-hyung’s hoodie tomorrow. Clean.”
Ricky arched a brow, feigning innocence even as he nestled closer. “Or what?”
Gyuvin shouldered the bathroom door open. “Or nothing. Because I’m buying you ten new ones. My hoodies. In every color you want.” He set Ricky down gently on the closed toilet lid, his hands lingering on Ricky’s hips. “You want a hoodie, you come to me. Understood?”
The words were firm, but his eyes were shining with a vulnerable, earnest light. This wasn’t just about possession; it was about a promise. I’ll provide for you. I’ll be everything you need.
Ricky’s heart did a slow, sweet flip. He reached up, cupping Gyuvin’s jaw. “Understood,” he said softly. He pulled him down for a kiss, slow and deep, tasting himself on Gyuvin’s tongue. When they parted, he smiled, a real, unguarded smile. “But you have to wear them first. They have to smell like you.”
Gyuvin’s smile turned into a grin. “Deal.” He straightened and turned to start the shower, the water hissing to life and quickly fogging up the mirror. Steam began to fill the small room.
He turned back, his eyes roaming over Ricky’s naked form seated on the lid, pale and marked in the humid air. A different kind of heat, slower and more deliberate, began to simmer between them. Gyuvin stepped closer, his hand coming up to brush a damp strand of hair from Ricky’s forehead. “Let’s get you clean,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that intimate, low register that made Ricky’s stomach clench.
Ricky looked up at him, his dark eyes wide and trusting. “Are you going to join me?”
Gyuvin’s thumb stroked his cheekbone. “Every single step of the way.”
Ricky huffed a quiet laugh at that, letting Gyuvin pull him to his feet. The tiles were cold under his feet, but Gyuvin’s hands stayed warm and steady on his waist.
Steam quickly filled the room as they stepped under the water together, the last traces of the night washing away.
Ricky leaned into him, smiling to himself.
Maybe starting trouble was worth it sometimes.