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revolving door (want you more) by trackten for buttermyung
Fandoms: BOYNEXTDOOR (Korea Band)
17 May 2025
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They pass by each other, sleeves brushing in the cramped hallway, sending a tingle down Dongmin’s spine. They don’t talk when they’re at competitions; they never really do when their teams are together except for courteous acknowledgements of a fellow director. It’s a little maddening, he can admit, but it’s for the best, for the good of their teams. He hopes.
Or, Dongmin and Sanghyuk are directors of rival dance teams. They don't hate each other as much as they should.
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29 Jun 2026
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Riwoo refuses to look at Woonhak.
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29 Jun 2026
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Sanghyuk reaches out, lightly taps his pointer finger against his sticky cockhead. "Look at you, pretty baby. All wet for me."
"Please," Woonhak whines, "Pl—Sanghyuk-hyung, I wanna come so bad.."
"Aww," Sanghyuk clicks his tongue. Rubs his thumb back over the tip. "Already? Are you sure I can't just keep playing with you? I'm having so much fun."
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29 Jun 2026
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Woonhak hesitates, but he readies himself. His arm swoops up and his hand settles where the choreography calls for, right at the base of Sanghyuk's throat.
Sanghyuk watches him in the mirror, and then tsk's lightly and tips his head to the side just a bit. "Thumb," he scolds, "Remember, your thumb is supposed to be on the opposite side to the rest of your fingers."
"Like that, hyung?" Woonhak asks, voice cracking halfway through.
sanghyuk and woonhak have a little alone time in the practice room
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29 Jun 2026
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“Do you want another, Woonhak-ah?” Sanghyuk whispers, lips grazing against Woonhak’s own, before blinking his eyes open, letting his lashes flutter in a way that makes him look like a deity of some sort. “Do you want hyung to give you more?”
And fuck. Fuck. The words rushes straight down to his dick, his ears ringing at the thought of Sanghyuk—his hyung—willingly wanting to serve him another delicious taste of pleasure. “Can you?”
“I’m asking you, baby,” Sanghyuk smiles, his hand rising to run through Woonhak’s warm-brown hair, sticky with sweat. “I told you, you can have me all you want. Do you want to take more?”
And Woonhak isn’t strong enough to resist such an irresistible offer.
“Yeah, okay,” He pauses, eyes shifting, “Whatever you want, hyung.”
or, Sanghyuk lets Woonhak take everything he wants.