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Wooyoung clearly and blatantly forgot the devious nature of the one and only Jeong Yunho. Yunho didn’t hesitate in reminding him.
Wooyoung was midway through his cooking LIVE with ATINY when Yunho showed up as moral support. He was content with being a background spectator until Wooyoung teased him to the fans. Wooyoung’s camera kept shifting to his elder and comments immediately started pouring in.
Namely about the giant, lengthy fingers on the massive hands Yunho was trying to cover his bashful face with. Wooyoung admittedly felt a twinge of jealousy at the shift in ATINY’s direction. No longer was he barraged with comments about how handsome and skillful he was. Everyone wanted to see more of Yunho, in his wash-faded jeans and black, long sleeved Motorway shirt.
Yunho had initially protested, claiming the lack of makeup covering his face for his hidden presence.
ATINY weren’t having it.
“I have an idea!” Wooyoung announced to both the camera and Yunho with a wild gleam in his eyes. “Once I’m done cooking, you’re going to feed me.”
Yunho let out a light chuckle. “How is that fun for ATINY?”
Wooyoung’s toothy grin widened as he peered passed his phone to the six foot and change puppy of man. “I’m going to sit in your lap. You will act as my hands, feeding me while unable to see what you’re doing.”
“That sounds…messy,” Yunho replied, amusement still lacing his voice. Wooyoung cocked an eyebrow.
“Are you too chicken to do it?”
Wooyoung knew he had poked the proverbial bear. Yunho loved a challenge. And one put forth before their beloved ATINY? Well, there was no way he was turning that down.
Yunho poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a slight grin tugging at his slightly chapped lips. To have the feisty, smaller man willingly in his lap and at his mercy?
“Deal, Young-ah.”
Wooyoung gleefully clapped, blissfully unaware of what he just gotten himself into.
He was soon to find out.
Wooyoung wrapped up his ideal bowl of ramen for ATINY, putting the fresh cooked egg into the broth, alongside crisps of seaweed, for the finishing touch. Then he cleared the space of any sharp objects.
He eyed his chopsticks for a moment. It wouldn’t be very idol-like to eat without them, but they posed a huge safety problem. The last thing he needed was to lose an eye, or take a wooden stick into his sinuses.
Wooyoung chucked the sticks into the utensil drawer and beckoned Yunho over. The taller man came into frame with a sheepish wave. Wooyoung could see the chat exploding from a distance. He gave a small eye roll behind Yunho’s lithe frame.
Yunho eyed the barstool Wooyoung had intended to utilize. Wooyoung quickly realized the problem and dragged the stool away. He returned with a folding chair, the sturdiness of which was questionable at best with but one person.
They would have to risk it anyway.
Tilting his camera down a bit, Wooyoung ushered for Yunho to take a seat. He quickly plopped into Yunho’s lap, forcing an “oomph” from the taller man.
The chat was already going wild. He wouldn’t give freaks the time to take a crotch shot.
Speaking of–he yanked his hand towel off of his shoulder and draped it across his own lap. Ma had always don’t give out freebies. (Both his mother and Seongwha).
Comfortably situated on Yunho’s dancer thighs, he pulled the man’s long arms forward and placed them next to the bowl of ramen. Then he held his hands behind his back.
“Are you sure about this?” he heard Yunho whisper. Wooyoung gave a sharp nod. What could go wrong?
Wooyoung looked into the camera through thick rimmed glasses with a playful gaze and began thanking ATINY for joining him for his cooking LIVE. It was finally time for everyone to taste their hard earned meals.
Yunho leaned forward and pressed himself against Wooyoung’s solid back. He could feel the heat of the slightly younger man as he sat on him in dark jeans and a black button down. Wooyoung had tastefully rolled up the sleeves to reveal his veiny forearms.
ATINY had gone feral.
As said arms tickled over his abdominals, Yunho could admittedly see the appeal.
Not that he was going to voice that out loud.
Yunho began animatedly waving his hands about and throwing hearts as Wooyoung continued to speak. He summarized everything he had made in the dish. Yunho reached around and grabbed the ramen bowl. While the dish was still pretty hot, its contents had cooled enough for him to be comfortable with the disaster about to unfold.
Yunho tilted the bowl toward the camera. Wooyoung immediately panicked as broth almost spilled over the top of the bowl and onto the table. His hands nearly flew from his back to stop the catastrophe.
The tall man behind him tsked. Yunho’s lips grazed Wooyoung’s ear. “Careful, or I will tie your hands so you can’t move them.”
Wooyoung felt a shiver run up his spine at Yunho’s hot breath against his skin and his veiled threat. He knew he was flushing. He tried to play it off as being ticklish.
The twitching in his pants told another story.
Wooyoung resumed focusing on the dish. He scooted a little closer to the counter and Yunho shifted with him. The ramen bowl clattered loudly against the counter as Yunho set it down too hard. A piece of seaweed snapped and floated down to the table, pulling a high squeal from Wooyoung.
As Wooyoung laughed, he wiggled in Yunho’s lap. Yunho had to bite back a groan as he felt his jeans begin to unprofessionally tighten.
This couldn’t happen here. Not on a LIVE of all places.
Yunho snapped hips forward in a warning, jarring the shorter man. Wooyoung’s already flushed face turned even redder. He stumbled over the next few words before telling ATINY:
“Okay! Time to dig in!”
Now it was all up to Yunho. The dancer slapped his hand around before finding the ramen bowl again. He grabbed a hold of it in one hand, and dipped the long fingers of his free hand into the noodles.
He aimed for Wooyoung’s mouth. He really did. But the location of such was hard to discern from the back of his head.
Yunho smeared broth, noodles, and a chunk of meat across Wooyoung’s face. The smaller man cackled and chased Yunho’s fingers. He managed to get a little bit between his lips.
As he sucked the broth off of Yunho, both men realized something at the same time…
This was not a well thought out endeavor.
Yunho’s fingers felt like they belonged in Wooyoung’s mouth, gagging and silencing him. Wooyoung’s tongue laved at the digits, equally teasing the hidden Yunho. He let out a low groan, which rumbled through Wooyoung’s back.
He triumphantly smirked at the camera as he released Yunho’s sticky fingers.
“Isn’t it delicious, TINYA?” Wooyoung asked, his voice bubbling with laughter. Yunho cradled the bowl and aimed it towards Wooyoung’s face. With a hearty tilt of the bowl, he managed to dump half of the broth and a few noodles down the few open buttons of Wooyoung’s shirt.
Wooyoung let out a startled “Ya!” and coughed. Some of the broth had made it down his throat, along with a piece of meat. Egg smeared against his glasses, leaving a hazy film behind. There was an audible crunch as seaweed collided with his forehead.
Both men laughed at the chaos that was unfolding. Wooyoung continued to sputter as his hidden hands sought out Yunho’s front. He prodded at Yunho’s bellybutton, eliciting a throaty laugh from the man in the back.
Yunho still couldn’t see worth a damn, and now neither could Wooyoung. Yunho dipped his fingers back into the bowl, quickly finding the soft boiled egg, and pinched it between two fingers. He aimed for Wooyoung’s mouth.
Wooyoung chased the lengthy digits but still managed to have most of the egg yolk smeared across his face.
“Ya! Are you even trying, Yunho-ya?” he yelled, sounding mildly irritated. Yunho thrashed against Wooyoung’s backside as he racked with laughter. Wooyoung suddenly felt the semi-arousal of his partner and decided it was the perfect opportunity to be a little shit.
With their laps mostly hidden from view, Wooyoung began pressing his round ass back against Yunho’s growing erection. Yunho pretended to act unaffected, reaching up to adjust Wooyoung’s dirty glasses. But Wooyoung could hear the way his breath hitched behind him and refused to relent.
Yunho found his own source of revenge as he sat the ramen down and began feeling around the table. There was a large glass of cool water nearby the bowl.
Yunho clasped onto the glass and promptly dumped it down Wooyoung’s front. Wooyoung instinctively stood with a shout, almost ready to give up on the whole bit. The cold water had his nipples straining against his tight shirt. Fortunately water had splashed onto the camera’s lenses, obscuring his chest from view.
Wooyoung settled back onto Yunho’s lap with a pointed press to the older man’s groin. Yunho continued to laugh, his hands waving wildly around.
“What’s wrong, Youngie? You looked thirsty!” Yunho peaked around his head to tease. Wooyoung glared at him over his shoulder.
“You will pay for that later,” Wooyoung mumbled under his breath. Yunho threw his head back as he chuckled. His amusement was quickly cut off as his cock was roughly slid against. His head fell forward against Wooyoung’s back as he desperately tried not to thrust against the delicious man in his lap.
Yunho took a deep breath, then exhaled against Wooyoung’s neck. “Will I, now?”
He slipped his fingers back into the broth, gathering a few noodles and a chunk of meat, and slipped his coated digits back into Wooyoung’s mouth. He pressed down on Wooyoung’s tongue, forcing the younger man to hold the food steady until Yunho surged even deeper down his throat. Wooyoung gagged around him, nearly spitting up the ramen. The gesture had blood rushing south, his cock beginning to fill out under the watchful eye of their fans.
Wooyoung promptly pulled his clean hands from behind his back, stripping the messy glasses from his face. He turned back to the camera with narrowed eyes and a lopsided grin.
“That’s all for this week, ATINY. We love you!”
Yunho waved from behind Wooyoung, feeling as though he had definitely won in riling Wooyoung to the point of no return. Wooyoung leaned forward and turned off the LIVE. He laid the phone flat, ensuring no prying eyes would see his next move.
Wooyoung stood and straddled Yunho’s lap, facing him. He grabbed his bowl of ramen off of the table and took a hearty sip as he stared Yunho down.
“You ruined a perfectly good dish,” he weakly complained. Yunho shifted his hips, aligning their mostly hard cocks and pressed into Wooyoung. Sticky hands pulled at Wooyoung’s hips.
“Did I? I thought I made some well placed improvements,” he jested.
Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut at the perfectly aimed pressure against his crotch. A small whimper escaped his plush, pink lips. Yunho released one hip to take the ramen away from Wooyoung, carefully placing it back on the counter a safe distance from the pair. Then he grabbed Wooyoung under his thick thighs and hoisted him onto the table top.
Wooyoung squealed, his hands tightly wrapping around Yunho’s neck. Yunho’s expansive palms rested on the table as he stood between Wooyoung’s legs. Instead of standing up right, he leaned in and licked a broad stripe up Wooyoung’s tan neck. Wooyoung shivered underneath him.
“Tastes perfectly fine to me,” he rasped, meeting Wooyoung’s dumbfounded eyes. Wooyoung tugged Yunho down by the back of his neck until their mouths haphazardly crashed together in a mess of teeth and lips.
Yunho pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against the shorter man’s. Wooyoung growled, trying to lean forward to nip at Yunho’s lips. Yunho let out a low chuckle.
“Don’t fuck with me, you giant tree. I will climb you,” Wooyoung threatened, lacing his fingers behind Yunho’s neck.
“Will you now?” Yunho’s lips quirked. A hand snaked between them and Yunho began slipping the remaining buttons of Wooyoung’s shirt open. Wooyoung gasped as Yunho slipped the wet material down his arms. It bunched around his forearms, stuck from where Wooyoung had rolled his sleeves up earlier.
Wooyoung tried to shake his hands free, but Yunho tsked at him again. “I told you I would bind your hands if you couldn’t behave.”
Yunho took hold of Wooyoung’s trapped hands and raised them over his head. He stretched the smaller man back until he lay on the table, his stomach pulled taut. Yunho leaned down and lapped a rogue piece of ramen and beef from above Wooyoung’s exposed nipple. Wooyoung arched into his touch, wantonly moaning as Yunho’s mouth dipped lower and enclosed around his tightening bud.
Yunho’s free hand stroked over the tight skin of Wooyoung’s ribs, right under the ink of his tattoo, as he teased his nipple with his teeth. Wooyoung’s thighs tightened around his hips as his moans filled the room. Yunho’s long fingers slid up Wooyoung’s body until his hand covered Wooyoung’s mouth.
“Quiet, Young-ah. You don’t want just anyone to walk in, do you?”
Wooyoung mouthed at the thick flesh of Yunho’s palm, nipping him playfully. Yunho pulled away, looking faux offended. His hand dragged down over Wooyoung’s chin, gripping it tightly. Wooyoung stared at him from under hooded eyes.
“Careful, or I will give your mouth something better to do, too,” Yunho rasped.
“Empty promises, puppy,” Wooyoung groaned back. Yunho released his chin with a sinister grin, his hand slowly tiptoeing down Wooyoung’s bare chest. He stopped when he reached his jeans, flicking the button open.
“Is it, Young-ah?”
Yunho didn’t wait for a response. He fisted the front of Wooyoung’s designer jeans and pulled him to his feet, then forced him down onto his knees. Wooyoung collapsed against the cool floor with a surprised gasp, the table the only thing keeping him upright.
Yunho slipped the hem of his shirt between his teeth, then made quick work of his own jeans. He shoved his pants and boxers to his knees. His hard, leaking cock sprung from the confines of his pants, smacking against his abdomen with a wet thump.
Wooyoung’s mouth watered at the sight. His clothed hands gripped at Yunho’s thighs as Yunho fisted his cock, smearing it against Wooyoung’s slightly swollen lips. Wooyoung darted his tongue out to lick the swollen head before him. Yunho sucked in a breath as Wooyoung’s rough tongue lapped at him.
Though on his knees, Wooyoung felt a surge of control. Relaxing his jaw, he eased forward, taking Yunho’s hot length deep into his throat. Like with his fingers, Wooyoung initially gagged, taking too much at once. He pulled back as his eyes watered, only to sink forward again, determined.
Yunho’s shirt fell from his mouth as a deep groan reverberated through him. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
Wooyoung looked up through tear laced lashes at the praise, his head bobbing slowly as he took as much of Yunho down his throat as he could. Yunho braced his hands against the table, doing his best not to shove his entire length into Wooyoung. But his resolve was waning.
He suddenly pulled Wooyoung off of his cock by his hair. A long string of saliva kept the pair attached. Yunho’s eyes darkened at the sight. He slipped his hands under Wooyoung’s armpits, pulling the shorter man back to his feet. Yunho dipped down, his lips mere centimeters from Wooyoung’s.
“What oil in here can I safely use as lube?” he asked. Wooyoung nodded to the kitchen counter behind him.
“The green bottle. It’s coconut oil.”
Yunho turned and reached for the oil. Setting the glass bottle on the table top, he spun Wooyoung around. He snuck his hands around his waist, and finished working Wooyoung’s pants open. He pushed them down until his pert ass and the tops of his thick thighs were on display. Then with a gentle push of his hand on Wooyoung’s lower back, he urged the shorter man forward onto his restricted elbows.
Yunho grabbed the bottle of coconut oil and generously coated two fingers. With a quirk of his brow, he upended the bottle, letting a cascade of oil run between Wooyoung’s cheeks. Wooyoung gasped as the cool liquid brushed against his hole before slathering his thighs.
Tabling the bottle, Yunho spread Wooyoung’s cheeks and pressed a finger against him. Wooyoung greedily urged his hips back, seeking out more friction. Yunho gave his ass a quick swat.
“Hold still, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Wooyoung, surprisingly, did as he was told. Yunho’s index finger delicately circled his rim, smearing the coconut oil generously. Wooyoung’s hole easily took the tip of his finger and Yunho steadily eased forward, until he was knuckles deep. Wooyoung’s hips involuntarily bucked as Yunho’s long finger curled inside of him.
His head dropped as he focused on the feeling of the smooth glide of Yunho inside of him.
“More,” Wooyoung begged. “Give me more.”
Yunho pulled back, only to plunge in with two fingers. He rhythmically began to move his fingers, Wooyoung’s hips canting in time with every thrust. Wooyoung gasped at the burning stretch, taking everything that Yunho gave him without complaint.
Yunho twitched as Wooyoung fluttered around his fingers, a dollop of precum dropping to the concrete floor. He gently pulled his fingers from Wooyoung’s hole, only to slather his cock in coconut oil. He shivered as he stroked himself, the anticipation of being buried in Wooyoung almost overwhelming.
But deliciously so.
He lined himself up with Wooyoung’s slightly gaping hole and pressed his hips forward. Wooyoung threw his head back as Yunho stretched him, grabbing ahold of his hips with slippery hands to urge him back onto his cock.
Yunho blew a breath upward, trying to get his sweaty blonde strands out of his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single second of being buried in Wooyoung.
When Yunho didn’t immediately start moving, Wooyoung grabbed at the table’s far edge with his cloth covered hands. He pulled himself forward until only Yunho’s tip remained within him. Yunho let out a low whimper at the glide, slamming back into Wooyoung with force.
The table’s edge bit into Wooyoung’s hips, but he didn’t complain. Ramen precariously sloshed over the edge of the bowl. Broth rolled down the table, coating Wooyoung’s cock. It was still pleasantly warm against his skin. He almost made a comment about the mess they were making when Yunho grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him forward.
Yunho used his new grip to bounce Wooyoung back onto his cock. He gasped as he watched himself disappear into the smaller frame beneath him, and again as cool air brushed against his shaft every time he pulled back. Long, languid thrusts quickly became short and sloppy. Wooyoung was a whining, blubbery mess underneath him and Yunho couldn’t get enough. He could easily see why Wooyoung was San’s favorite cock warmer.
Wooyoung clenched tightly around Yunho’s shaft, and Yunho suddenly went taut, spilling inside of the younger man. He grunted as his orgasm took him by surprise. Wooyoung’s hole eagerly took every drop as Yunho continued to fuck his release into him.
Collapsing back onto the chair fully spent, Yunho realized that Wooyoung hadn’t met his end with him. Wooyoung turned to face him, his cock an angry near purple.
Yunho glanced up at him with a smirk.
“You’re a terrible host, you know.”
Wooyoung looked mildly offended until Yunho leaned forward, his words blowing air over Wooyoung’s tip. “You never even offered to feed me.”
Yunho fisted Wooyoung’s cock and and began stroking it into his waiting, hot mouth. Wooyoung whimpered, his hips slightly bucking forward as Yunho’s sinful tongue worked the veiny, broth-covered length of his shaft. He began spilling down Yunho’s throat without warning when the door to the room used for the live swung open. San was staring at his phone, beaming.
“Youngie! That was your most watched cooking LIVE yet!”
San paused, taking in the sight of his boyfriend as he continued to unravel in Yunho’s mouth. San’s eyes darkened as he slid the door shut, locking it behind him.
“Oh,” San’s voice had dropped a few octaves. His lips split into a grin. “Room for one more?”