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Sungchan doesn’t know how or why they ended up like this, with his cock lodged deep in Wonbin’s throat, fist wrapped around a handful of his pretty hair.
They originally agreed to stay in the practice room later than the other members so Wonbin could help Sungchan with a certain point in the new choreography he’s having difficulty with. Sungchan was supposed to ask Shotaro, but their manager called him over after the practice for a meeting.
So he was left with Wonbin.
Not that he was complaining or anything. It’s not that he didn’t want to be with Wonbin, he wouldn’t eat with him everyday if that was the case.
It’s just that lately…
Wonbin has been acting a bit differently around him. It’s not particularly obvious, but the change is glaringly apparent to Sungchan.
He’s not avoiding contact anymore. He’s initiating it.
It was evident in the way Wonbin frequently finds excuses to touch his arm, hand lingering like he wants to cling on tight.
It was evident in the way he would press back whenever Sungchan was behind him, his shorter frame enveloped by Sungchan’s much taller stature, the space between them maddeningly infinitesimal.
And it was evident in the way he bent over panting in front of the practice room mirror after his sixth demonstration of the part in the dance Sungchan was struggling with, meeting Sungchan’s eyes with a pink blush high on his cheeks.
Okay, maybe that one wasn’t purely intentional.
But it was what got Sungchan to snap, and what led them to this.
Wonbin is struggling. It’s clear he’s not very used to it, cheeks bulging with the weight of cock stretching his lips. His head is pressed back against the mirror, his hands clenched over his thighs like the good boy he is.
“Fuck,” Sungchan mutters, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on Wonbin’s hair. Wonbin lets out a muffled cry that sounded positively obscene, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Sungchan can’t help but think about how lucky he is to be the first man—and the only man, a traitorous voice in his head whispers—witnessing this.
“You suck cock like a virgin.”
Sungchan feels the full body tremor that goes through Wonbin at that. He snaps his hips in a particularly deep thrust, making Wonbin gag around the mouthful of dick in his small mouth before he visibly tries to compose himself and breathe through his nose. He’s still keeping his hands on top of his thighs like Sungchan had instructed him earlier.
God, he’s so fucking beautiful, it should be illegal.
“Are you a virgin, princess?” Sungchan asks, breathing harshly as he feels himself draw closer to release. It’s a miracle he lasted this long. The sight of Park Wonbin on his knees with a cock in his mouth making him cry is enough to make anyone cum in seconds.
“Has anyone fucked you like this yet?”
Wonbin trembles again and closes his eyes, but Sungchan isn’t having any of that. He traces the outline of his cock on Wonbin’s throat before he abruptly pulls out with all the self control he has in him.
The whine that leaves Wonbin’s abused throat almost had Sungchan forgetting where they are right now, that anyone can walk in and see Wonbin whoring himself out like this. If they weren’t in the practice room, he would bend him over and fuck him open. Fuck the lube. After this, Sungchan concludes that Wonbin is enough of a slut to settle for spit.
“Answer me,” Sungchan says quietly, not really knowing why he’s so desperate to hear the answer. Wonbin’s hair sticks on his sweaty forehead, his perfectly shaped lips slick with precum.
“Yes,” Wonbin gasps out hoarsely, nails digging on his own thighs. Sungchan glances down, curling up a brow and acting like that admission didn’t make his heart throb violently.
“You came untouched just by having your mouth fucked?”
Wonbin’s face burns in shame. Sungchan shoves his cock back in that eager mouth. The noises that reverberate in the practice room reek of filth. Sungchan is starting to think doing this here isn’t the best idea. How the hell is he supposed to act like this room won’t remind him of this moment every time he steps in it?
“I’m close,” Sungchan warns, panting lightly and thrusting hard and deep into Wonbin who just takes, takes, and takes it all like a cock hungry whore. Sungchan curses as the strongest orgasm he’s ever had rips through him like a tidal wave, nearly sending him on his knees. He loosened his grip on Wonbin’s hair, leaving him room to move away.
But to his surprise, Wonbin finally takes his hands off his thighs to grasp Sungchan’s pantlegs, pulling him close and driving his cock in deeper than ever, gulping down the seed gushing in his throat desperately.
Jesus fuck.
There’s so much of it. Sungchan doesn’t want to waste one moment. He forcibly pulls Wonbin off, ignoring the pathetic little whine he lets out. Sungchan pumps out the last of his release with his fist, jaw clicking when Wonbin parts his mouth and sticks his tongue out to catch it, streaks of white landing on his lips and his pretty face.
Sungchan manages to stop himself from toppling over just in time. Wonbin collapses against the mirror, looking like a right mess. A beautiful mess. God, the most beautiful mess.
Sungchan takes a deep breath after a few seconds to ground himself back into reality. When he feels steady enough, he bends down to wipe his release off Wonbin’s face with the clean towel in his pocket before picking him up despite his hoarse protests.
“You don’t have to—I can handle—”
“Just let me, princess,” Sungchan murmurs, kissing his cheek to reassure him. That effectively shuts Wonbin up. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
“Will things change?” Wonbin asks quietly when Sungchan turns off the lights with Wonbin still in his arms.
Sungchan thinks about the answer for a short while.
“Hopefully.”