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The clock turns midnight and Geonbu storms into his boyfriend’s room, only to find him playing on his computer again. He rolls his eyes and sighs, getting closer to him, he can’t hear it due to the headphones muffling it. He sets his Christmas gift on the bed, and stands behind him on the chair.
A soft touch to his shoulder makes Heosu jump up in fright, and he takes one side of his headphones off upon seeing its Geonbu.
“What are you doing?” He asks, even though the answer is explicit.
“Playing solo queue.”
“It’s New Years already,” He sulks, but his monotone voice doesn’t let him know his emotions fully.
“Happy New Years,” Heosu says without taking his eyes away from the screen, “just let me finish this, I’m busy.”
“Too busy even for you boyfriend…”
Geonbu usually doesn’t do this type of stuff but this time, he supposes it’s alright since Heosu queued up even after Geonbu told him he was arriving at his house, so it’s his fault, actually. He leans over the chair and kisses his boyfriend’s neck, his growing facial hair tickles his skin before his lips do, he puts his hands on his arm and waist, and Su squirms under his touch.
On screen, while Geonbu sucks on the back of his neck, his team engages in a fight for the dragon and Heosu misses almost all of his skill shots and suddenly his screen turns gray.
“You had flash up, you could’ve-“ he says with a low voice in the mid’s ear.
“You’re distracting me!” he says in annoyance.
“It’s your fault,” he says quickly, “for being so hot.”
“Geonbu-yah,” he reprimands, but he sees the way Su’s cheeks turn pink at the compliment.
His hands find the hem of his shirt and raised it, exposing Su’s stomach, and then touches it, his waist and up towards his chest.
Thankfully, Heosu’s death led to a lost team fight that lead to a forfeit vote, to which he quickly accepted, not wanting to be held in that game any longer, but his teammates didn’t have the same idea, and voted no.
“Ugh, really?” He rants and Geonbu knew he was impatient, so his hands touched his nipples, flicking slightly and licking the tip of his fingers to glide the touch.
Heosu moaned from his touch and there was a prominent volume to the front of his shorts.
“Just go AFK,” Geonbu mutters in his ear again.
“I can’t, I’ll get banned-“ he whines, almost cries, because Geonbu is teasing his chest again.
“My baby has been working too hard,” he rambles as his hands slither into his shorts and touch his thighs and feeling how hard he is just from being teased a little. Heosu leans back in the chair, breathing heavy.
His teammates type insults in chat, but he can barely read them since his mind is somewhere else.
The game is finally over, and Geonbu doesn’t even wait for him to Alt F4 before pulling him towards the bed. The dorm beds are notably small, but it doesn’t matter much, since it’s an excuse for them to be even closer. He sheds his own shirt first and Su kisses his neck, marks it as they grind against each other, legs wrapping around his waist. His moans are soft and high-pitched in his ear, everything that he had been holding back while playing, including swear words.
“Babe-” he strangles out.
“Tell me what you want, love,” He teases, and Su whines again. “Where do you keep your lube?”
Heosu pulls away and rummages through the bottom drawer on his bedside table, finally finding his unscented lube and nipple clamps, which makes Geonbu blush.
“What’s that?” He says, as he grabbed them, opened and closed the clamps in his fingers, testing it out.
“They’re for me, but if you like them, you can use them too.”
He thinks about it for a second, why not try it out? You see, Geonbu’s first boyfriend is Heosu, he had never dated or had sex with anyone before him, hell, Heosu had even introduced him to french kissing because he had only kissed one person before, and it was quite tame, so he was often scared to change things in their bed dynamic, while Heosu was the one to introduce such perverted things.
“Do you want to try them out?” He offers again and Geonbu nods shyly.
Su takes it from him and places it on his nipples carefully, at first they don’t feel uncomfortable, but then it gets hot and sensitive. He sucks in a sharp breath.
“Take your pants off, I’m gonna suck you off.” He commands effortlessly. There’s a reason why he is DK’s shot caller.
He follows the instructions, and lays back on the bed, back against the headboard. The clamps are starting to hurt, and Su flicks the dangling pendant to tease him. He spits on his hand and gives his cock a few strokes to get it fully hard before wrapping his mouth around the head and giving it a light suck. He gasps and grabs his hair on the back of his head to hold him down.
Heosu sucks and chokes on his cock, leaves it wet with spit and looks up at Geonbu while lapping the pre-cum from his head with bright round eyes behind the frames of his glasses, Geonbu takes them off for him, because they are starting to fog up. It’s hard not to whimper and twitch forward into his mouth, and Su’s sounds around his dick are also so erotic. He pulls off from his dick and kisses him again, tongues mingling, and it tastes a little bitter, and he bites Su’s lower lip until it’s bruised.
“You’re so big. Do you think you’d fit inside of me? “ He mumbles as they separate, he becomes even more shameless when he’s clouded by arousal. It’s not much of a secret though, Geonbu can fit inside of him, and he has done so many times before.
He pulls off Heosu’s shirt and kisses below his chest and onto his stomach, then Su himself is taking his shorts off and hurriedly pulls Geonbu, his hands press into his lower back and teases down his spine so he’ll rut against him, getting himself off from rubbing the head of his cock on Su’s thighs.
Heosu tried to wrap his hand around both of their members, but his hand was too small, so he quickly gave up, handing the lube to Geonbu as a hint that he wanted his boyfriend to finger him open.
He coats three of his fingers thoroughly in lube, and they change positions so Geonbu is on top and Heosu is sprawled out on the bed, he looks cute with his flushed sweaty skin, and he hisses as the tip of the first fingers presses inside of him. For a better angle, he pulls Su’s legs up to his chest — or as far as they’ll go — and makes him hold it. Geonbu watches for his reaction closely as he thrusts in and out of him, stretching him out and helping Heosu relax.
He adds the other two fingers slowly and kisses him when he gets too whiny and impatient. “I don’t want to hurt you, love,” he whispers when Su begs him to be rougher. Heosu softens under his hold, and he pulls his fingers further in, looking for his prostate, making Su squirm under his touch from over-sensibility.
He kneels in between his thighs and with his free hand gives Su’s cock a few strokes to keep him hard, he kisses his thighs and his stubble tickled the sensitive skin, Heosu doesn’t admit it, but he likes it when Geonbu doesn’t shave his face and gives him rashes. He licks his hole around his fingers and tries pushing his tongue in, although unsuccessfully.
His own cock was starting to hurt, twitching with each moan Heosu let out.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I swear I’m going to leave you and get off by myself,” he bargains, and Geonbu chuckles.
“Are you that desperate?” he teases, but does pull his fingers back and teases the entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Yes,” he replies bluntly, his hips stutter up as if chasing for more.
He finally pushed in, slowly, while looking carefully in Heosu’s eyes. His mind felt like it was buzzing, so heavily aroused that he had to use every bit of his willpower not to cum at the feel of Su's walls around him.
“So tight,” he muttered.
Heosu is usually quite loud, but he’s especially loud when getting fucked, whining and moaning each time Geonbu moves inside him. He looks at Heosu with a mean glint in his eyes and slams into him, fucking him hard and fast, and Heosu hitches up the bed with every thrust. Heosu moans and groans when he hits his sensitive spot and pulls him down for a messy and wet kiss. He bites Su’s lips until they draw blood.
“You’re going to kill me,” he complains halfheartedly.
“Only if you want to,” Geonbu answers and tugs on his thighs, pushing them up.
Heosu is not exactly the most flexible person, but he does enjoy the stretch to his muscles, the tug on his hamstrings as Geonbu places his legs on his shoulders, bending him in half. The new angle makes him hit deeper into him, and Geonbu slows down as he feels Su’s thighs tense and clench.
Heosu seems to calm down as well, and pushes his hips up, searching for more when it gets too slow. He decides to tease him as well, tugging lightly on the pendant on his chest, making it more sensitive and reddened. Suddenly he tugs slightly too hard and it snaps out. Geonbu is not one to exaggerate his pain, but he does moan, and Su is not sure if it’s out of pain or excitement.
He takes his hand to the other one, and Geonbu holds his wrist before he can pull it off again, stopping him.
“Can’t take a little pain, honey?”
He bites his lips, not knowing what to answer, what’s worse: admitting he likes the pain or vehemently denying it.
“I know what you like, don’t hide it,” Heosu mumbles, his hand cupping Geonbu’s face, gently caressing his full cheeks, “You like it when I tease you, right?”
Geonbu nods and leans down to kiss him, and Heosu whines because it makes him bend even further, and it makes his lower back hurt.
“Ouch,” He complains as they pull away, and tugs the nipple clamp and pulls it off in retaliation.
He pulls it off and Heosu whines, but he’s quickly manhandled on his hands and knees and Geonbu holds onto his waist as he presses his cock in again, and fucks into him.
“Aha-“ Heosu lets out because the air pushed out of his lungs when Geonbu slaps his ass a few times, “What got you so eager?”
“You left me for your game,” Geonbu explains, “I want you to remember this anytime you think about ignoring me for League again,” his words are slurred and slow.
“I’m sorry,” Su says, but it’s half-hearted, “I’m making it up to you now, aren’t I?”
He turns to look back at Geonbu, throwing his most pitiful eyes at him.
“If you do this again,” he starts saying as he thrusts harder into him, “I’m not going to wait until the game ends, ok?”
Heosu simply cries and lets his head fall to the pillow, ass still up, and lets Geonbu use him.
“I’m so close,” Geonbu mumbles.
“Even if you cum, just keep fucking me,” Heosu orders.
Geonbu nods, even though Su can’t see it, and one hand goes up to tug on his hair, pulls it until he moans and cries, just like he had done previously with his nipple clamps. Then his moves get fast and erratic, without the usual composure and simply desperate.
Heosu curses and calls his name, it just adds fuel to Geonbu’s pace. He leans forward, sets his teeth on his nape and bites to muffle the moans. Pleasure pools at his lower stomach, and he’s so close it’s almost dizzying.
He reaches across his waist and strokes Heosu’s cock as well. The pressure builds up, hold himself as deep as his cock goes, as far as he can reach inside of him. Heosu sobs and he finally releases deep inside him.
“Don’t stop,” he mewls softly and Geonbu is moving his hips again, forcing it in and out and his semen drips from Su’s hole and down his thighs. “I’m close too.”
He does his best to keep stimulating Heosu, and hitting the spot in him, even with his half-mast cock, and when he’s a mumbling mess, biting down onto the pillows, crying his name, Su finally releases pitifully on his fingers.
He should clean them both up. Instead, he lies down and draws Heosu up against him. Presses his face to his hair.
He sighs and pulls out, a string of his come still joining them both, it’s messy and gross. Heosu barely notices it from how sleepy he is.
“We can clean up tomorrow,” he whispers and wraps a hand around his wrist, preventing him from leaving. “Stay with me, or I’m going to go back to solo queue.”
“You can’t even keep your eyes open.” Geonbu contests and presses a soft kiss to his forehead.
“Hm.” He turns to face him.
“You’re only mine, ok?” He says protectively, but Heosu already seems to be asleep.