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“I’m only agreeing to this because you promised to buy me tickets to go see JUARIM.” Sieun leveled his gaze at Juntae, reaching his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. His friend snorted at him, eyes dropping to the outfit that Sieun had picked out.
“Sure,” he said. “Certainly not because someone will be there.”
Sieun shot him a glare. “I’m over him, don’t even try to bring him up to me right now, or I will storm straight into that bathroom and change back into my sweats.”
Juntae raised his brows, putting two hands up defensively. “We’ll go with that,” he said, when Sieun presumed he thought was out of his ear shot — Sieun in fact wasn’t.
Sieun ran his hands down his body, his palms skimming over the fabric — or perhaps lack there of, to some people's standards. He was wearing a cropped band t-shirt, the hem of it fell just over the ridge of where his pecs met his ribcage; should he move at all, his entire chest would be out for show — though he didn’t mind. A lack of confidence in his body wasn’t something he’d ever experienced. The neckline of his t-shirt, stretched from the amount of years he’d owned it, fell asymmetrically across his shoulder — showing off a small tattoo he’d gotten. As his eyes lowered to the rest of the fit, they landed on his belly button piercing, the same silver as the waist chain hung loosely around his hips. Finally, he’d decided to wear a pair of washed dark grey, almost black, jeans which swallowed his lower frame.
“Here.” Juntae came up behind him. Sieun turned to look at him, he was holding a pallette of eyeshadows: a display of shimmers, glitters and bright colours, but Juntae’s brush dipped in the black powder.
“Look up for me,” he said, bringing the brush to Sieun’s eyes. The sensation prickled at his waterline and he resisted the urge to snap his head back.
“There,” Juntae concluded.
Sieun spun back to the mirror eyeing up the work his friend had done on his eyes. Black had been smeared lightly along his waterline, extending the line of his eyes; and there was a sickening amount of clear shimmer all over his eyelid, catching in the light when he lowered his eyes.
“You look good, Sieun.”
He hummed in response. It had never been a case for him to underestimate his looks, he knew he was conventionally attractive — that much was clear, especially when he’d started university — the problem arose when people would try to see beyond the pretty exterior and found that they’d be off put by his blunt attitude. He really did try, but in the end he was never able to find the right words to fit their casual topics of conversation, not until Suho at least.
“Give me that.” He motioned for the drink on Juntae’s night stand. Sieun took it, drinking the remaining liquid in the bottle. Juntae blinked at him, his mouth a little agape.
“Let’s go before I change my mind on this whole ordeal.”
Music boomed in his ears as the two of them entered the house, the bass so intense Sieun could feel it vibrate against his chest. They were immediately met with a crowd of people; every square foot of the house devoured by drunk students either making out in shadowed corners, grinding against each other in the middle of the room, or shouting words at each other in the hopes their voices would be heard over the defending music.
He wasn’t new to this kind of scene, on the contrary actually, his older brother, Gotak, had always been a popular guy which meant he’d thrown — a lot — of parties in the home they grew up in, more times than what he wishes to count. Sieun didn’t blame him, if that was something he was remotely interested in doing, he too would have taken advantage of their absent mother and non existent father, to throw loud parties.
The first few times, Sieun had contemplated murdering Gotak — threatened to snitch on him once or twice. He found out very quickly the power of blackmail. But, eventually he got used to it, and would occasionally join Gotak and his friends — that’s how he met Suho, his brother's best friend. In time, Sieun came to realise that the only times he ever had the chance to see Suho would be during his brothers parties and thus the urges to stab Gotak with a pen became less frequent.
They were all a couple years older than him, though that didn’t mean that any of them had any business consuming that much alcohol; and especially not Sieun, who was only fifteen at the time. After the first time he’d tried it, he learned he was more confident and looser with his words — not always over thinking what he should be expected to say — he also found that it gave him the courage to speak to Suho; with no parents to stop him and tell him no, who was going to stop him?
“You’re sure you’re okay?” Juntae’s voice reached his ears, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Sieun nodded. “I need a drink.” He pulled his friends hand, weaving through the crowd until they made it to the kitchen where a display of bottles — some already half empty— covered the entire surface. He picked up a red cup, filling it to the brim with a vodka lemonade that he definitely hadn’t portioned properly. Oh well.
His throat burned; with the alcohol sliding smoothly down his throat, heat bloomed across his chest, the drink already taking its effects on his sense of judgment. Loud voices boomed from across the room, and Sieun turned to the rightful owners — with instant regret.
Fuck, he was meant to be fine. But, contrary to what he tried telling himself, his body’s reaction to the sound of his laugh, gave him away. First it was his lungs, they felt tight. The feeling spread to the sudden knots in his stomach, until eventually the shaking vibrations of his nerves reached his fist — the red cup in his palm snapped and the drink splashed up in his face and on the floor.
As though broken from the spell, Sieun blinked, observing the mess he’d just made.
“Shit,” he let out a sigh. Wiling his legs to move, he walked toward the kitchen counter looking for napkins to clean it up.
Sieun did not make it very far, his feet slipped on the wet floor, making him loose his balance. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around his waist, just before he face-planted in the spill.
He gasped, the sound escaping his lips leaving behind a rush of humiliation. Sieun squeezed his eyes shut. Why did the hand on his hip burn so much? Slowly the mystery person helped him into an upright position. His side tingled where their fingers toyed with the delicate chain around his hips.
Turning to thank the person who had stopped him from falling, Sieun was ready to offer them a small smile, but the corners of his mouth didn’t lift — they dropped, immediately. All the words died on the end of his tongue. He pushed Suho off him, taking a step back but Suho mirrored him, inching toward him.
“Don’t come closer,” his voice betrayed the anger he felt in his chest. Sieun’s back hit the ledge of the counter, trapping him between Suho and his eyes that roamed over his entire body.
Suho smirked, his tongue pushing his cheek. Sieun had to look away, for his own sanity, before he did something he would come to regret.
The taller man stepped forward and Sieun could feel the beat of his heart grow faster in his chest. His hand instinctively reached out to pull at the fabric of his shirt, before crossing his arms over his — very bare — waist.
Suho’s eyes dropped to Sieun’s shirt where his nipples peeked just under the hemline, he watched as Suho's eyes dragged over his body —with a renewed intensity — until they met his own again, finding them a shade darker, fresh with hunger.
At first, when he’d chosen this outfit, he’d thought this would show him, a revenge — of sorts. But under Suho’s gaze, every decision he’d made —including agreeing to come here in the first place — surfaced all the way to the top, held there by regret. So much regret.
“You’re the one who broke things off with me.” Suho leaned in, his voice caressing the shell of his ear. “Shouldn't it be me who’s angry and dressing for revenge?”
Clocked.
With his last shred of strength, Sieun pushed the man away, his palms flat against Suho’s hard —very hard, and defined — chest. He retracted them quickly, before he added another thing to his growing list of bad decisions.
“So why are you bothering me then?” Sieun bit back. “Go back to your friends and harem of people who want to sleep with you. I'm happy simply nursing my drink, right here, away from you.”
He might have regretted the sharp edges in which his words took shape, especially when a flash of hurt threatened to break through Suho’s cool exterior. But a slender hand wrapped around Suho's wrist, the fingers interlocking with his, while another hand slipped over his chest and all Sieun could feel was anger again. He rolled his eyes as the girl looked him up and down, before moving to stand between them.
“Come on,” she said, a hand rubbing against Suho’s cheek. He wasn’t looking at her though, his eyes remained fixated on Sieun’s —he hoped that the unevenness in his breath wasn’t noticeable.
“Let’s finish the game we started,” she whispered, albeit not very quietly.
Sieun bit back a scoff.
“Actually, yeah.” Suho brought the girl to his side, who held Sieun’s gaze with triumph — and a smug smile he wanted to wipe off.
“Lets play beer pong, Sieun-ah.” The girls smile dropped, snapping her head to look at him, but Suho paid her no mind, still fixated on Sieun. “Pick a partner, if I win, I’m owed a conversation. If you win, I’ll adhere to your wishes and leave you alone.”
Sieun considered it. He spotted Gotak in the background, lingering on a wall whilst Baku whispered something in his ear, before they returned their curious gazes towards the inevitable train wreck, which Sieun was not strong enough to stop. Fine.
“Gotak!” Sieun called past Suho. Gotak answered by walking over to him, closely followed by Baku.
“Sieunnieeee!” He propped an arm over his shoulders. “Wassup,” he slurred.
Sieun was already, considerably regretting his decision.
“He wants you to be his partner for beer pong,” Suho answered before Sieun could have the chance. Suho ignored his glare.
Gotak snapped his head to him, “Wahhhhh! You’re finally talking with out cussing each other out! I’m so —” he hiccuped, “proud!” he said, wrapping his other arm over Suho's shoulders, forcing them together, almost making the two of them knock heads.
“Well, the night is still young Tak-ah,” Suho clasping his hand, offering a wink at Sieun. “There’s plenty of time for Sieun to use that sharp tongue of his.” Gotak wasn’t listening to what he was saying, the inuendo completely lost on his brother — Baku, however, did snort out a laugh. Suho tucked the plump bottom half of his lip into his teeth, Sieun felt hot all over. He cursed the Gods above him as warmth spread over his cheeks.
Gotak detached himself from him and Suho, running to his Baku, planting a chaste kiss on his lips before he took his place at Sieun’s side. “He’s been so miserable this past month” whined his brother.
Sieun immediately snuffed the rest of what Gotak’s sentence could lead to, pushing him forward in the direction of the beer pong table.
“Shut up, Gotak.” But he knew the damage had already been done; he didn’t need to look back to see the knowing smirk on Suho’s lips.
Still, without turning, he raised his voice, “You can wipe that smirk off your face Suho, I’ll finally be free of you after this.”
Suho hurried before him, turning to look at Sieun — he walked backwards without regard for the people he was bumping into.
“You’re aware your brother is about 4 bottles of beer in, and a nice mixture of different shots. I lost count I want to say…” he rested a finger to his lips, Sieun licked his own instinctively, “like an hour and a half ago?”
It did worry him, a little, he admitted to himself, but he knew his brother. “You and I both know that Gotak has a ridiculous ability to lock in during these games, despite the concerning amount of alcohol which may be in his system.” To that Gotak nodded absentmindedly.
When they arrived at the table, Suho offered Sieun a wink. "Okay Sieun-ah, may the best man win." Sieun rolled his eyes, but under Suho’s leering gaze he felt stripped of all his defenses. He’s affronted at the fact that I rejected him, that’s all, Sieun reasoned, he doesn’t actually want me.
“Suho, do you want a partner?” came the same girl's voice from earlier. He’d almost forgotten about her. Sieun distracted himself by lining up the cups before him in a perfect triangle. He didn’t dare to look up.
“That’s fine Naeun, I’m playing this round with him.” Baku’s deep voice cut through his thoughts, Sieun peeked a small look, catching Naeun’s frustrated sigh before she left. Now he felt bad, he almost wished she’d stayed. With Baku on Suho’s team it certainly raised the stakes considerably.
“Gotak,” Sieun gritted through his teeth. His brother leaned in — or was forced to, bringing his older brother down to his height. “I swear to God do not piss me off.” He looked into his eyes, knots of unease tightening in his stomach, as he was met with a glint of mischief.
“Sieunnie, when have I ever done that?”
“Many times.”
“Everything I have ever done has been for your benefit, to teach you the ways of the world.” He placed a hand to his chest. Sieun’s attention caught on Suho and Baku who exchanged a glance between themselves and then with his brother who winked at them.
“Gotak…”
“All for your benefit, baby brother." He threw the first ball, landing perfectly in the red cup.
“Don’t ever call me that agai—”
“Sieun, your turn!” Suho called, Sieun’s eyes dropped to the cup nearest to him with the orange ball, fuck's sake.
Sieun scrunched his nose. “Were these even washed?” Baku opened his mouth to respond. “Actually, don’t answer that.” Sieun downed the burning liquid before he could think twice on yet another bad decision.
The game slipped into a rapid back and forth, Sieun had a good aim, but he was not as good as Suho or Baku at making each shot with the amount of alcohol in his system — which in all honesty, wasn’t a lot, arguably the most embarrassing and humiliating aspect of it all. He looked at his own brother with disdain, with each shot he too kept missing.
“Gotak what the fuck was that!” Sieun barked out a disbelieving laugh, his hand pointing at the ball that hadn’t even made contact with the table, discarded somewhere on the other side of the room.
His brother shrugged, “Whoops…”
“Getting nervous, Sieun-ah?” Suho smiled.
He tried to hide his stuttering breath. Suho shouldn’t be allowed to look that good with his lip tucked into his teeth like that, or with the way his hair, tousled loosely, fell over his eyes. He certainly shouldn’t be wanting to trace the light blush over his high cheek bones with his lips. No.
Suho made his next shot, the ball rounding the corner of one of the cups, but the universe was against him.
Suho sucked in a mocking breath, “shame…” He made his next shot, the ball landing perfectly in the cup, he blew him a kiss. Being shot in the foot would be easier than this.
“Come on, baby. You’ve got this, shoot your shot,” Suho said, with an irritating confidence Sieun was trying, and failing miserably, to ignore; the effect Suho had on him was sickening, every nerve was alive and burning with need.
Baby, Sieun wanted to scoff. Who does he think he is? Sieun lined the ball up with the cup he was aiming for, just shy of Suho’s left hand. Lost to his concentration, it had evaded Sieun the way Baku and his brother had eyed each other; he hadn’t seen the knowing smirk on Suho’s face as he nodded at Gotak. Sieun, at no point —though perhaps he should have — considered that the three of them, close as they were, would have conspired against him. So, when Sieun threw the final deciding shot, it hadn’t occurred to him that his own brother would knock into him and make him lose — because that would have been ridiculous.
And yet.
The room erupted into loud cheers. Suho barely gave Sieun the chance to mourn the fact that he had missed his last shot at winning, before he lined up his ball. It landed perfectly in the last cup. His brother, despite being on the losing team, had abandoned Sieun’s side and ran straight for Baku, who held him steady in his arms.
“Why are you cheering?” Sieun raised his voice, if anything, because he would be drowned out by the three boys screeching before him. “You can’t be this stupid?” Sieun pinched the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t until he felt the shadow of a taller figure approach him that he peeked one eye open, he was met with the irresistible grin Sieun couldn’t ever get enough of. Kill me now.
“I think I recall a certain conversation being owed.” Suho leaned in, resting one hand on the table, he perched himself on the edge, legs spread. Sieun wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging how he had caged Sieun; how the proximity — the heat that radiated off of him — was enough to make his head dizzy.
Folding his arms over his chest and letting out a sharp breath, he snapped his eyes toward him. “Fine,” was all he said before he laced his fingers with the older man and dragged him away from the chaos of the crowd.
“Still know your way around, I see,” Suho chuckled.
“It’s been a month,” he said, not caring for his sarcasm.
Suho put up no restraint as Sieun led him around the house. They stepped out into the cool air, the music fading as the door slid shut behind Suho. They walked down a small path, until they were in a quiet corner, tucked away in the shadows of the night while the party boomed loudly from within.
“You got what you wanted,” Sieun said, jaw tight — doing all he could but to meet Suho’s gaze.
Despite his best efforts, Suho’s hand cradled the side of his face, forcing him to look at him.
“Go ahead. Ask,” said Sieun. He straightened his back, taking deep, steadying breaths to calm his racing heart.
“Do you have to be this way?” Suho dropped his hand, letting out a frustrated laugh. “You break up with me and you treat me like I’m the asshole?”
“Ask what you want to ask, Suho.”
“Why did you break up with me?” Suho’s tone took a steadier beat, though Sieun could still make out the notes of hurt that sang quietly beneath — he tried not to wince.
“It wasn’t working between us,” Sieun answered.
“Bullshit. Try again.” Suho stepped closer, Sieun took one step back.
“It’s the truth.”
Suho scoffed, “You don’t even believe that yourself.”
He took another step, until Sieun had nowhere else to go but to press his back against the brick wall.
“Sieun,” Suho’s edge softened, though he didn’t miss the way his jaw twitched. “Why?” his voice broke.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Sieun evaded his eyes, or at least tried to; Suho pinned him in place, a clarification that there was no escaping this conversation — no matter how much he wished to.
“It’s just easier this way.” Another lie
“Like fuck it is, what is so easy about being miserable all the time?”
“I would hardly call having people dangle from the tips of your fingers, and you willingly going along with it, miserable.”
“This is what you think of me?” Suho blinked, Sieun’s stomach churned further. Did he really think that of him? He shook his head, no, of course not, he wanted to cry. But…
“It’s what I saw,” his voice came out barely a whisper.
“Sieun…”
“No,” he snapped, “I don’t need to hear your pity. I don’t need it. I saw what I saw, you made your bed and now you have to lie in it, Suho.”
Sieun made to push past him, but Suho moved quicker — his hand wrapped around Sieun’s, pulling him in close, almost flush against himself. Sieun steadied his breathing, though it did little to calm the hammering in his head, as his eyes left Suho’s chest and landed on the brown depths which always seemed to pull him in.
“What do you mean by that?” His breath was heavy, the air between them tight. Sieun tried to look away. “No,” Suho whispered, gently cupping his jaw in the palm of his hand. His touch against his skin was hot and cold, a comfort and his condemnation. Suho encompassed life itself and within it, right at the center, perpetually tied to his orbit, was Sieun. He searched his eyes in their bated breath. “What do you mean, Sieun-ah. What did you mean, you saw what you saw?”
“You are so cruel, Ahn Suho.” Sieun gulped, feeling the air rush out of his lungs. Tears lined his eyes.
“I hope you’re happy with her — it certainly seemed that way. Forgive me if I didn’t stick around to find out just how happy you were to be with someone else.” The first tear dropped. “Is that what you want? Are you satisfied yet? Were you able to fulfill your quota until someone better — someone less blunt, easier to get along with — came along?”
“Who—”
“God! Suho!” Sieun raised his voice, “I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I caught you cosied up with another girl, or the fact that you don’t even remember.” His hands gripped at nothing at his sides, no longer caring about the shake in his voice. “It’s like this, all of this — them, me — it all means nothing to you?” His voice echoed off the walls.
As though some kind of ridiculous cliche, the clouds above them opened up, droplets falling soaking the air in a fine mist. Sieun let out a sigh. “This is fucking ridiculous,” he huffed, trying and failing —once again — to move around Suho.
“How could you possibly ever think that?” Suho’s eyes searched his. The rain picked up, drips of water cascaded down Suho’s face, shimmering beneath the light emitting from a nearby window. Sieun mapped out the way the beads of rain traced over his cheekbones, falling down the expanse of his cheeks — on his mouth. He let out an unsteady breath, forcing himself to look at Suho, half-lidded eyelids, soaked in rainwater while something akin to hunger swam in his eyes.
“Sieun,” he said tentatively, as though one wrong word would spook him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about because nobody has ever mattered more to me than you. My whole world view is you. Whatever you saw, with whoever it had been, nothing happened. I—” Suho brought both of his palms around Sieun’s cheeks, the heat radiating in them warmed his damp cheeks. “I could never do that to you,” Suho rushed out.
“Sieun,” Suho rasped, his eyes focused on his lips. “If you truly want to be rid of me, walk away right now.”
“And if I don’t?”
Their lips were so close together now, he could feel the tremor in Suho’s breath fan against his parted mouth. Rain beat down against their skin, Sieun could feel his hair sticking to his face, droplets trickling down the back of his neck, while his clothes stuck to his body — he tried to not look at the obvious way Suho’s wet clothes clung to his muscles.
Suho nudged his nose against Sieun’s, robbing him of his breath — and any sane thought.
“Do you even know what you do to me, Sieun-ah?” He guided one of Sieun’s hands to his crotch, planting it firmly against his hardened cock, Sieun had to resist the urge to moan.
Too far gone, his final barriers broke; and like the clouds, heavy with rain, Sieun felt everything he'd held back crash through him like a torrential downpour in the middle of summer. He palmed Suho, greedily, his eyes fluttered shut at the fullness of Suho’s length, heavy in his hand. When Sieun squeezed harder, Suho groaned, his head falling in the crook of Sieun’s neck. He kissed his skin, the rain mixing with each feathered breath against him. He left a trail from the base of Sieun’s neck, along the column of his throat — Suho moaned into him, his hands flying to Sieun’s bare waist, fingertips digging into his skin. Suho kissed his jawline, his chin, the bridge of his nose, the corner of his mouth…
“Suho,” Sieun released an aggravated sigh.
He wasn’t sure who leaned in first or who opened up for the other. One second, Suho’s lips were ghosting his own, and then they were firmly planted on his. From the sky, torrents of rain washed over them, Suho pulled him closer. His feet lifted off the ground, Suho had him pressed tightly between his body and the cold wall. Sieun moved on instinct, wrapping his legs around Suho’s waist — as he’d done so many times before — and pressed himself down.
As he parted his lips, desperate to let out a moan, a mixture of the rain and Suho’s tongue invaded his mouth — the older man swallowed every sound.
“Fuck,” Suho breathed into him, “I missed this, I missed you.”
Sieun didn’t reply, at least not with words. His arms found themselves tightly wound around Suho’s neck, bringing him closer, their drenched clothes chafing against his cold, wet skin.
Suho pressed his hard cock against Sieun. Sensitive to his touch, he let out a gasp — forcing them to break apart. Suho, instead of diving back onto where Sieun needed him most, let his thumb brush against his jaw. At first, his strokes against his skin were gentle, he followed the lines of raindrops making their path along the expanse of Sieun’s neck; but like the rain, their breaths became heavier, possession replaced Suho’s soft touch. He gently squeezed the column of his throat, Sieun’s Adam’s apple bobbing firmly against the palm of Suho’s hand.
“You’re beautiful.” Suho captured Sieun’s lips.
Sieun’s eyes fluttered closed, sighing into the feeling of Suho's mouth against him.
“Be more—” Suho kissed him harder, “origina—” Suho smirked against him, their teeth clashing as he deepened the kiss again, their tongues dancing around each other.
“I love your sharp tongue.” Suho sucked on it, for emphasis. Sieun let out a moan, pressing himself harder against him to release the tension that was growing in between his legs.
“What else,” Sieun gasped.
Suho snorted a laugh, biting down on Sieun’s lower lip. He had to open his eyes, focus on the man, completely drenched — and already looking at him — to ground himself, a futile attempt to stop the dizzying rush to his head.
“Your directness, your mind,” Suho continued, kissing his forehead first, before mumbling more words of adoration and pressing them into Sieun’s skin. “I love that I am the only one who can make the Ice Princess smile.” He kissed the corner of his mouth, the words melted into him and he absorbed them into his heart. “That your pretty sounds,” Suho whispered, his breath cool against his ear, he surged his hips upwards, “are all for me.”
Sieun groaned, his head falling back against the brick wall, pressing his thighs tighter around Suho in search of relief. Suho followed, crashing his lips against him. Sieun whined against him, writhing beneath his touch, grinding his hips as he chased his pleasure against Suho’s cock.
“Eager, aren’t we?”
Sieun nodded in response.
Suho placed both of Sieun’s feet back on the ground. Before Sieun could cut him a glare, yell at him for stopping, Suho had his muscular leg pressed between his own. His eyes rolled back, as he let out a choked out breath. Not giving it a second thought, Sieun started rutting his cock against the soaked jeans clinging to Suho’s skin.
“Fuck, Sieun-ah” Suho said, wrapping his hands around his waist, “you look so fucking delicious like this.” Suho flexed his muscle.
“Mngh, Suho-yah,” Sieun rasped, speeding his movements on Suho’s thighs.
“You want some help, baby boy?”
“Hyung,” Sieun begged.
“Oh, fuck.” Suho dragged his mouth along Sieun’s jaw, leaving open mouthed kisses — sucking at the droplets of water, running his tongue along his skin. It all sent shivers cascading down Sieun’s spine. “Hyung will help.”
Suho tightened his grip on Sieun’s waist, guiding him up and down the meat of Suho’s thigh — annoyingly clothed. Wet denim squelched between them; the drenched, rough material, rubbed angrily between Sieun’s thighs, sending shock-waves against his cock, aching to be touched.
“Ha— ah, Suho.” It had come out more as a whimper, rather than comprehensible words — he couldn’t help it — the relentless pace at which Suho had him rocking himself onto his thighs had his cock throbbing.
“I wish I could show you how fucked out you look right now.” Suho’s words vibrated against his sternum. “How ruined you are and I haven’t even touched you yet.” His lips lowered to where his nipples would be, moving along Sieun’s body with expertise. Suho bit down on Sieun’s hardened nipple, the wet fabric adding a layer of pleasure.
“Ngh, Hyung, fuck!” His hands tightened around the nape of his neck, tugging at the small strands of hair. Suho let out a hiss, Sieun felt it against the bud of his erect nipple, the pleasure spreading straight to his leaking cock.
Suho’s thigh dropped from its place between Sieun’s leg, and he let out an embarrassingly loud and pathetic whine. “Suho!” Sieun begged, bringing his own hands to palm himself, replacing the loss of Suho’s touch but the older man had other plans. He chuckled, clicking his tongue as he peered up at Sieun.
“Tch, patience.” He pressed a kiss over his belly button piercing.
Sieun’s mind emptied — any attempt to chastise Suho melted into a series of moans and strings of curses. Filthy sounds fell from his lips, as Suho pushed his hands against the wall — far away from the reach of pleasuring himself. The boy, currently on his knees for Sieun, left nasty, angry marks, claiming Sieun’s tanned skin. The thought that they’d be visible for everyone to see, given the amount of skin he had on show, should have angered him — it didn’t, his cock strained further in his jeans. Sieun squeezed his thighs, his mind tracked back to Suho’s words. Yet, Sieun huffed internally, that moment couldn’t come sooner, he thought to himself.
Suho seemed to notice. Without warning, he lowered his mouth over the heavily drenched denim covering Sieun’s cock and sucked at it. Sieun’s eyes rolled so far back into his head, he was temporarily blind. Suho flattened his tongue over the jeans, he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking forward — pushing himself as far into Suho’s mouth as it would allow — cursing every layer that stood between him and the feel of Suho’s tongue.
“So much for needing to stay away from me,” Suho murmured against him. Sieun didn’t have the strength to fight him, not anymore, not when he always made him feel this good, pressure begging for the satisfaction of release.
As though he could read his mind, Suho laughed. “See how good Hyung makes you feel? No one else can make you feel this way.” He straightened up, planting one final kiss on his piercing before standing before him. Suho dug into his hips, manhandling Sieun against his thigh with a force that was almost blinding.
Sieun let out a cry, “Suho!”
“You like this, Sieun-ah?”
“Y— Yes.”
“You like fucking yourself on my thigh? I bet you’re close, aren’t you sweetheart?” Sieun wanted to speed himself up, Suho’s words clouding his thoughts barring a single one: he needed to cum on his thigh. But, Suho had other plans, he forced Sieun to slow down, moving his lower body in the grip of his hands with slow deliberate strokes.
Sieun clung to Suho’s shirt, cold and wet in his hands. “Hyung, agh— Baby, please,” Sieun begged, “I need release.”
“Not yet.”
Sieun was about to let out a cry, but Suho’s palm cut him off, firm against his lips. So lost in his lust, Sieun hadn’t heard people coming out of the house. His eyes widened, flicking back toward Suho, who looked at him with hunger.
“Be quiet,” he whispered against his ear.
“Suho!” he tried to hiss, muffled against the hand that stayed firm against his mouth.
“Be good for Hyung, hm?” Suho's voice deepened, heat pooling in Sieun’s groin. “Fuck yourself on my thigh, and be quiet,” his voice trailed off. “Unless you want to put on a show for them, hm? Does my baby boy want to show off how ruined he is on Hyung’s thigh?”
Sieun squirmed beneath him, shaking his head frantically, suppressing his moans. Concealed by the shadows the light couldn’t reach, rain beat against their skin — practically evaporating to steam as the skies poured down. Gentle, idle chatter, meanwhile — Sieun had no interest, nor the capacity, to understand — echoed along the walls and concealed their soft noises.
“You say you don’t want to get caught,” Suho said, tugging roughly at Sieun’s hips; he bit his lip, almost drawing blood. “But I can feel the way your cock twitched at the thought of them finding you like this, drunk on the pleasure Hyung’s thighs are giving you.”
Suho nipped at Sieun’s jaw. “I bet you’d cum right on the spot,” he whispered against his lips, swallowing a whine that bubbled out of Sieun. “If they came over right now and tried to talk to you, caught red-handed, you’d soak my jeans right through with your cum. Wouldn’t you, Sieun-ah?”
Sieun kissed him, hard, out of the fear a noise would escape him drawing more attention than what they were already risking.
“Su— Hyung, I’m so—” Sieun lost his breath. “I’m so close,” he tried again.
“Keep going, do not cum unless I tell you.”
Stars. He was seeing stars.
Suho aided him, pushing Sieun to his limits. He looked up, searched for his eyes and was met with the devil, wicked desire swimming behind his blown out pupils; he flicked his eyes down to his lips, cruelly grinning at Sieun’s torture with each grind pushing deeper into his cock. Sieun leaned his head back, droplets of rain splashing against his face. His mouth formed an 'o', whilst he held back a symphony of lewd sounds. Sieun reached for the wall behind him, the wet brick rough against his palm, but it wasn't enough to ground him; not when he managed to peal his eyes open, and his field of view was engulfed by the image of Suho watching him with such intensity, that he almost came on the spot. Sieun smiled, lavishing under the stimulation of the rain dripping onto his tongue. Suho's — his Suho — eyes on no one else but him stirred an addicting feeling and Sieun chased it, running his cock along the muscle that flexed beneath him. He gripped onto Suho's wet shirt, anchoring himself as the climaxing pleasure he could feel simmering deep inside of him, threatened to burst — it was all too much, and not enough. Sieun moved against Suho with vigor.
Suho, attuned to Sieun's every need, removed his thigh. “Okay, that’s enough," he said, smugness lining his lips.
Sieun almost fell. He reached for Suho's shoulders, the muscle beneath his hands shifted as he adjusted Sieun, pressing him against him — as though their bodies being apart for more than a second was some kind of punishment.
Suho's hands vibrated with restraint as he pulled Sieun off him, cupping him by the jaw.
Baring his teeth, Sieun seethed, “Suho,” he warned.
“Not here,” was all he said, threading his fingers through Sieun’s and pulling him away.
They slid past the group of people who had been talking among each other, not five meters away — Sieun’s cheeks warmed.
Inside the house, the music beat against his ear drums. It had become drastically busier since the beer pong game finished, with it almost being impossible for the two of them to make their way through the sea of students.
Nevertheless, Suho led them with confidence — almost pushing people out of the way — his hand tight around Sieun’s, and stayed that way until they reached the door to Suho’s room.
Sieun doesn’t remember the door creaking open; he doesn’t remember being pushed inside, or their wet clothes being peeled off their bodies. All he remembers is Suho’s attention on him, his lips attacking every inch of his sun-kissed skin, marking him and staking his claim.
“If you want to lie to yourself and say that I didn’t want you,” he sucked a bruise onto his neck, just below his Adam’s apple, “be my guest.”
Suho flicked his eyes up at him, darker and full of warning. “I’ll just have to fuck you so deeply that there is no telling where I start and you end.”
His words held a kind of promise that sent a parade of shivers across the entirety of Sieun's body.
“My cock buried so far inside you, you’ll never be able to doubt who I belong to.” Suho’s lips met his, the gentle sincerity almost making him cum completely untouched.
Suho flipped them around, pulling Sieun onto his lap. His knees braced Suho’s hips, feeling his skin hot against his own, Sieun couldn’t hold back a whimper.
When he adjusted himself, anchoring his arms around Suho’s broad shoulders, his cock — bare and glistening, angry with overstimulation — rubbed against Suho’s. They both moaned, Suho didn’t hold back his sounds — a melody to his ears.
“Fuck, baby.”
Sieun did it again, this time intentionally; Suho’s neck was left exposed to him as he leaned his head back. Sieun — obviously — peppered kisses along it, felt the vibrations of Suho’s moans against his lips.
Suho’s jugular moved against him as he spoke.
“You like that, baby boy?” Sieun’s eyes fluttered closed at the sound of Suho’s voice, sinking his teeth deeper into the man beneath him. “You like rutting our cocks together?”
As though to prove his point, he thrust against Sieun. Suho's finger hooked onto the chain that adorned his naked waist, as he moved against him — each movement with the purpose of driving Sieun to the edges of his insanity. He fell forward, gripping Suho’s shoulders, leaving behind small, crescent moon-shaped, tattoos into his skin.
The older man wrapped his hands around both of their cocks — it amazed him how large the width from pinkie to thumb was.
They humped each other; Sieun’s dick leaked all over Suho’s, pre-cum slick, mixing together. Suho grasped the meat of Sieun’s ass, forcing him to go faster against him.
“Ngh! A—Hah, Suho!” Sieun screamed, his voice hoarse.
“You feel so good like this, mngh,” Suho mewled. The sound of their wet skin slipping relentlessly against each other filled the otherwise silent, dark room— save for the muffled hum of the party beneath them.
“Want t—” Sieun wasn’t able to finish his sentence, Suho pushed against him harder, his dick squelching beneath him.
“Fuck,” he sighed. “Faster, Suho!” Sieun demanded, treating Suho’s cock like his own source of pleasure. When Suho adhered to his commands, Sieun let out a strangled cry; and, when Suho cooed in his ear, letting his tongue run over the shell of it, his teeth biting into the flesh of his lobe, his lips brushing against the patch of skin where his jaw ended and his throat began, Sieun knew that he would not last.
“I’m yours, Sieun-ah.” His hand tightened on his chin, forcing him to meet his eye line. “Say it.”
Sieun’s heart constricted against his chest, he gripped the plains of Suho’s chest with a strength he didn’t know he possessed, his movements becoming sloppy.
“Sieun,” Suho warned, forcing him to look at him again — matching Sieun’s pace.
“Mngh, Suho." His eyes widened, biting his lip, his pleasure crescendoing through him.
Suho’s hand came down on Sieun’s ass, leaving a delicious sting. The corner of his lip rose, seeing how the man beneath him grappled with his restraint, wanting to cum alongside Sieun.
“My cock, my body, my mind, it’s all yours baby boy, say it for Hyung, or I will stop this right now.”
“No!” Sieun gasped. “You’re mine, all mine, Suho. I’m greedy, I want all of you, I won’t share.”
Their lips met messily, teeth clashing against each other as Sieun mumbled that Suho was his.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Suho’s eyes met his with question, as though looking for permission, waiting for Sieun.
“Yes!” Sieun screamed, bringing their bodies close as his orgasm tore through him. “You are forever mine, Suho-yah,” he sighed into the other man’s mouth — sealing his promise with a kiss. His cum spurted out, coating both his and Suho’s cock, who finished alongside him. Suho buried his face into the crook of Sieun’s neck as he let out loud groans, his hands tight around Sieun’s hips.
For a moment, their breaths — heavy and laboured — filled the room. It was then that the weight of what had just transpired between them finally settled onto Sieun’s chest. He welcomed it, the soft and gentle warmth which wrapped them in a cocoon.
Suho brushed a strand of hair away from Sieun’s eyes. “You’re perfect, Sieun-ah,” he said, his chest still heaving against his own.
Tears welled in Sieun’s eyes, threatening to break free. “I’m sorry, Suho-yah,” he said, the wobble in his voice giving him away. “I’m sorry I doubted you, that I got in my head that—”
“Shh,” Suho whispered against his hair as he brought Sieun toward him, wrapping him in his arms. His fingers left gentle trails over the expanse of his back, letting Sieun take his time to regulate himself again. “Don’t worry about that, baby,” he said, leaving a kiss on the side of his head. “We can talk about that tomorrow, I just want to enjoy this moment with you in my arms.”
Sieun nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around Suho’s neck, burrowing himself further into his lap — the mess they’d just made momentarily forgotten about.