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sungchan: ok eunseok is wearing ANOTHER giant shirt and he’s sooo tiny like SOOOO tiny im gonna go fucking crazy fuck
sungchan: plsplspls i will not beg i will only ask 1237474 times lemme hit let me HIIIIIT
Sungchan prepares himself to type up a third text, despite the fact that Shotaro has blocked him before over texts less pathetic than this, but Sungchan is no quitter. If he were a true quitter, he would’ve walked right back out of the kitchen the moment he spotted Eunseok leaning over the sink wearing one of the oversized shirts he just looooves to wear around the house as if Sungchan isn’t a very real person with feelings and emotions, and making basic conversation with your housemate of a measly five months is hard, okay Song Eunseok! It’s fucking hard to ask your housemate what he’s eating for breakfast when he’s drowning in his t-shirt and it’s skimming the top of his pretty tanned thighs. As if that’s normal. As if that’s a normal thing to just do.
Is he even wearing shorts under that? Fuck-
eunseok: i’ll think about it
“WHAT?” Sungchan barks aloud as the notification flashes onscreen, and he looks over to find Eunseok with his phone in hand, doing that smirk he always does when he catches Sungchan making a fool of himself (which happens far more than Sungchan cares to admit).
He taps back to his messages only to see he did not send the message to Shotaro, but to Eunseok, who happens to be the last person Sungchan texted (ah, the plea for Eunseok to stop yelling foul language into his headset at 4 am). He must’ve fallen asleep immediately after. Sue him, he’s a little slow in the mornings. And it’s Eunseok’s fault anyway. Whatever. He can just make something up and move on from this unscathed.
“Different Eunseok,” Sungchan says, regretting it immediately when Eunseok lets out a howl of laughter. “What!”
“Nothing,” Eunseok lifts his spoon to his mouth and taps it against his lower lip, letting Sungchan watch on hopelessly. “I hope your other ‘tiny’ Eunseok in his ‘giant shirt’ lets you hit soon. Wouldn’t want my precious housemate blue-balled for too long.”
He fixes Sungchan with one of his wide doll-eyed stares that freak the shit out Sungchan and turn him on at the same time, then slides the spoon fully into his mouth.
Sungchan swallows. “I’m gonna go shower,” he says in lieu of a proper reply and makes a beeline for the bathroom, while Eunseok’s mocking laughter echoes down the hallway after him.
He jumps into the shower immediately, cursing at the cold water but decides it’s for the best, all things considered. He’s been having cold showers day and night to cope with his increasingly terrible obsession with his housemate, but Eunseok loves to have freakishly hot showers (he told Sungchan this with an evil glint in his eye not three months ago) so Sungchan supposes leaving the hot water to someone else is the least he can do.
Sungchan eyes the bleach Eunseok left out on the edge of the sink as he wraps a hand over his dick, wondering how much he’d need to swallow to finish the job. Truthfully, he’s not even sure what happens when you drink bleach. He knows it’s bad obviously, but given his current predicament maybe it’s worth it?
No, he decides upon further reflection as he continues to fuck up into his fist, Eunseok would likely find a way to resuscitate him and then laugh in Sungchan’s pasty, sickly, bleach-drinking face and kill him all over again. Which simply won’t do, as Sungchan is not a quitter.
He continues to jerk off with a modest amount of shame as has become routine for him in their household arrangement, images of Eunseok’s mean little grin and soft thighs playing in his mind until he shoots all over the shower wall with a groan.
“Ah, fuck,” Sungchan frowns, quickly splashing some water over it. He turns off the water and steps out of the shower, feeling relatively mid post-orgasm but having a renewed determination to fuck Song Eunseok (Housemate Eunseok, not made-up Different Eunseok), and grabs his phone while he dries himself off.
eunseok: i heard that btw
eunseok: it was lame but . im into it
Sungchan closes his eyes, inhales and expels a yell at about ninety decibels into their tiny bathroom.
eunseok: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
sungchan: SHIBAAAAAAAAL
Sungchan believes himself to have been ever the gentleman around Eunseok, regardless of the ever-increasing list of deranged things he thinks about every time he’s forced to face his incredibly sexy housemate. They’re actually pretty good friends now, and Sungchan feels comfortable using that word because Eunseok only has like one other friend that he didn’t poach from Sungchan’s group, plus Eunseok spends almost all his time in their house, so Sungchan decides he’s probably his closest friend by default anyway. They cook together, shop together and have movie night at least once a week which usually kicks off with a not-actually-ironic Too Hot to Handle viewing where Eunseok splays over Sungchan’s lap narrating who he’d risk the money to fuck while Sungchan imagines being pulverised by a semi-trailer until his boner starts to die down.
So they’re doing fine, great even. Naturally, Sungchan doesn’t want to fuck up their living situation, because he is selfless at heart and Eunseok didn’t choose to have a housemate thirsting after him every second of the day. Sungchan respects that! But! Things have got Considerably Worse since last Thursday afternoon, when Sungchan’s professor let class out early and Sungchan frolicked all the way home, only to walk in on Eunseok, bent over and being railed within an inch of his life by some random ass guy right over the back of their shitty, peeling leather couch, shamelessly meeting Sungchan’s terrified (horny) gaze with his unsettling (sexy) stare before Sungchan slammed the door and bolted down the street to dissociate over cup ramen at the local convenience store for two hours.
Now Sungchan’s pea-sized primate brain is functioning even worse than usual, and it’s getting worse with each passing day. What was once simply being tongue-tied in response to Eunseok’s idle chatter has evolved into something far more sinister, like when they were having a totally chill, normal bro conversation at dinner two nights ago and Eunseok suddenly became enshrouded in rubbery black tentacles squealing save me Jinsu-chan! Save me!
To be clear, Sungchan is not a weeb. He doesn’t know the first thing about anime or whatever the fuck is the appropriate honorific for him to use while fantasising about his same-aged friend getting ploughed by some monstrosity with suction cups. In one of his recent gentlemanly quests to grow closer to Eunseok as a mere friend, he thought asking for anime recommendations was a nice, charitable idea, right up until Eunseok sent the link HENTAI GIRL GETS DRILLED BY OCTOPUS TENTACLES and ruined Sungchan’s night.
Sort of. He might reassess how he feels on that point later.
Later, when Sungchan’s not being tortured by the aforementioned sadist at the newly opened seafood place by their campus. They’re tucked away in a corner now, leaving Sungchan to reminisce about happier times, like thirty minutes ago when Eunseok texted him to eat together after class. Sungchan had been filled with relief- Eunseok wasn’t completely disgusted with him after this morning’s incident! He wanted to share a meal! Sungchan’s a guy who is going to be okay!
WRONG! Sungchan’s useless inner voice screams at him when Eunseok taps chopsticks against his lips again, wide-eyed and innocently batting his lashes like he isn’t trying to force-feed the purpled, curling tentacles of a god-damned octopus right into Sungchan’s tight-lipped wobbly mouth.
“Come on, Sungchan-ah, you’ve been waiting for this all week, right?”
Sungchan closes his eyes and tries to kill Eunseok with his mind.
Eunseok snorts. “Whatever you’re trying to do, you look stupid.”
Sungchan sighs, cracking an eye back open to see Eunseok still dangling the chopsticks by his face like a threat. He takes a breath to steel himself before dejectedly accepting the situation and biting off a singular tentacle, staring mournfully at the bubbling stew on the table while he chews away.
“Hello! Is everything to your liking?”
The waitress pops up again, smiling sweetly at the two while she hands out a fresh round of side dishes. She lowers the radishes to Sungchan’s left and makes a noise of concern.
“Is you friend alright?”
Sungchan can hear Eunseok’s grin when he responds, “oh he’s fine, he’s just excited to eat.”
The last part of the octopus catches in the back of Sungchan’s throat and he panics, finally looking up at Eunseok when he starts coughing in attempt to dislodge it. Eunseok leans out of his seat just enough to slap Sungchan’s back, waving the waitress away with a laugh.
“Too eager. Octopus is his favourite.”
Still coughing, Sungchan pulls out his phone and types out a message while glaring daggers at Eunseok, who continues to smile up at the waitress as he offers congratulations for their opening night. Not wanting to be rude, Sungchan chimes in with a strained smile that probably suggests constipation, but he doesn’t have it in him to fight against it while he’s already head-to-head with Satan himself.
Sungchan: ill kill myself i rly will
Eunseok’s eyes flicker down to his lit-up phone and he picks it up, his smile polite as the waitress chatters on happily about the restaurant’s success, eyes sparkling with amusement as he scans Sungchan’s text.
eunseok: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Seriously? Sungchan is going to kill himself and he’s laughing?
sungchan: im going to drown myself in the stew. just btw. if u even care
eunseok: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
sungchan: eunseok-ah please … be nice to me …
eunseok: ur so cute ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ… ㅁㅊ
eunseok: i want you in me
Sungchan splutters, spraying water all over the table. He sincerely contemplates diving into the boiling broth as the waitress shrieks “omo, omo, omo!” as she quickly retrieves napkins to help pat him down before excusing herself, likely keen to get away from whatever the fuck is going on with Sungchan. All the while, Eunseok laughs until he cries.
Omo, Sungchan thinks dully. This is the end for me.
It’s then that Sungchan feels something between his legs, nudging them further apart. He freezes, eyes darting down to the small gap between himself and the table, just enough for him to see the heel of Eunseok’s too-big Nike shoe press down hard against Sungchan’s bulge.
He whimpers.
“Can you pass the radish?”
Sungchan glances around the restaurant feeling paranoid out of his mind. He doesn’t know what the fuck Eunseok is playing at. They’re in the corner, with no harsh lights on them, but Sungchan is facing literally every other customer in this god-forsaken building and his eyeballs are starting to sweat.
He must hesitate for too long, because Eunseok presses down harsher this time, twisting his foot against Sungchan’s unsuspecting ball sack. Sungchan jolts forward in shock, pain shooting down his arm when he bangs his elbow on the table.
“That was my funny bone,” Sungchan says pathetically, trying to soothe himself. Eunseok slowly begins to move his foot up and down, grin wide and Cheshire-like when Sungchan grabs it, visibly summoning all self-restraint just to keep from rutting against him.
That’s it. Sungchan will put a stop to this! He just has to be brave!
“Quit blue balling me in public.”
“Oh, Sungchannie.”
Not a promising response to Sungchan’s admittedly weak resistance. Sungchan will cop that.
Eunseok leans forward with a new piece of octopus between his chopsticks. Sungchan stares at the leg and the leg stares back. He regrets it, images of that fuckass hentai flashing through his mind, the protagonist wailing when the first tentacle-
Well. They can be dick-sisters now- Sungchan supposes as he opens his mouth again for Eunseok to slide it in- kind of, anyway. In a real life-2D kinship that only he knows about. Because this is definitely the exact same scenario.
“See, that’s not so bad, is it?”
Another push accompanies Eunseok’s words and Sungchan moans helplessly around the octopus, feeling his cock fill out underneath the table as Eunseok speeds up, and Sungchan grips the edge of the table, breaths shallow as he tries to rock his hips enough to feel the perfect amount of friction.
Perhaps everything was worth it after all! Sungchan finds himself cheering for the first time all day, feeling like the moment deserves a fist bump. He wishes Seunghan was here so he could fist bump somebody. (It has to be Seunghan because Seunghan gets it, because they play ball together. Eunseok seems to just scream into the mic when he wins his games, so he can’t really appreciate the sacred fist bump to the proper extent.) Sungchan doesn’t even care about the other customers anymore, just closes his eyes as his orgasm starts to build up, up, up.
And then, to Sungchan’s dismay, Eunseok withdraws his foot, sets his chopsticks down neatly and gets to his feet like he wasn’t just rubbing his oversized dunks all over Sungchan’s dick and balls in a public establishment. He surveys Sungchan’s face, visibly delighted to be the source of Sungchan’s abject misery.
“I’m full. Let’s head out.”
Forget drowning himself. Sungchan is going to take them both out in the most infamous murder-suicide Seoul has ever seen.
Eunseok is gaming again. He has been, for the past almost two hours, paying no attention to Sungchan crying his way through 20th Century Girl on the couch mere metres away.
They’d taken a taxi home, the longest ride Sungchan’s suffered through in a long time. In a rare touch of kindness Eunseok had thrown his hoodie over Sungchan’s lap to cover his raging hard-on, and just as Sungchan decided to overlook his octopus trauma thanks to Eunseok’s heated gaze on him throughout the journey, they arrived home and Eunseok skipped off to play games without another word.
Worse still, Eunseok changed into a pair of shorts even though it is cold and there’s no heating in their shitty little apartment, so Sungchan knows that he’s done it to fuck with him. And to top that off, Sungchan can’t even enjoy his romance drama in peace because Eunseok is yelling his usual filth into his headset, and Sungchan doesn’t know shit about gaming but he does know that Eunseok degrading his teammates in a fit of rage has him rock-hard. It’s exhausting.
“Would it kill you fuckers to cover me for one fucking minute?” Eunseok rages into his mic. “Are you that hopeless? Do I have to do everything myself?”
Sungchan groans.
“Oh?” Eunseok’s facing him now, twisted around in his chair with headset slipped off one ear as he angles over his chair. He’s got one leg slung over the chair-arm while he leans backward over the other side, and Sungchan gulps nervously at the demonstration of flexibility. “Am I interrupting you?”
Eunseok makes his eyes all big and innocent. Sungchan wants to throttle him.
“Nope, I’m just tired. I’m gonna head to bed.”
“Shame, you didn’t get to finish.”
He’s almost at the end of the film, that’s true, but the little smirk Eunseok’s sporting makes it clear that’s not what he’s referring to. Sungchan shrugs.
“Yeah… I think it dragged out too long, actually. I’m kinda bored.”
Eunseok’s eyes flash with something Sungchan wants to assume is somewhere between shock and annoyance. He decides to take this as a small victory and gets up quickly before he can do something stupid like get on his knees and grovel for pussy or whatever. Which he is not above and has done before, but cannot do this time. The octopus should’ve been a wake up call, he thinks as he heads to his room with Eunseok’s gaze burning into his back, I should have some dignity, as a man.
Sungchan doesn’t go to bed, not really. He simply gets under his blankets and lies there, staring into the darkness until the sounds of Eunseok thumping around in his own room bother him enough that he grabs his phone and digs up the notes app. He’s been slack on class recently, so this can serve as a sort of writing exercise to get back into the groove, or something.
LIST OF PLACES SONG EUNSEOK THINKS ITS FUNNY TO GIVE ME, JUNG SUNGCHAN, BLUE BALLS:
- in the kitchen before breakfast (mean, im very vulnerable when i wake up. morning wood is not a fucking joke)
- in the lounge room. i don’t care if that’s where his set up is, it’s a COMMUNAL AREA
- the kitchen again (repeat offence). that one time right before i had a job interview. enough said
- hotpot. I COULD HAVE HIM ARRESTED FOR PUBLIC INDECENCY. DOES HE KNOW THAT
- the kitchen during meals and the loungeroom after meals, seriously what is this guy’s probl
eunseok: how are your balls.
Sungchan freezes, abandoning the sentence immediately. Does eunseok have a camera installed? Is he spying on him through his phone? He peers suspiciously into his phone-camera, nose nearly mashed against the screen.
eunseok: im not spying on u idiot i just know ur thinking about ur balls rn
eunseok: cos they’re blue again. obviously
eunseok: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Sungchan feels almost relieved. Almost. He exits his notes app anyway, just to be safe. He can continue that list at a later date.
sungchan: eunseokieeee ╥﹏╥
Wait, that was too cute, which Eunseok doesn’t deserve right now. Sungchan needs to get his life together. No hoes! No distractions! Be a man, Jung Sungchan!
sungchan: why r u thinking abt my balls anyway. shit’s mad gay
sungchan: it’s not even that funny fr
Sungchan would know if it was. And his balls are not laughing right now.
eunseok: look
eunseok: sungchan
Sungchan glues his eyes to the screen, heart jackhammering in his chest without explanation. Somehow, the fact that Eunseok is still thinking about Sungchan’s balls in his own room is enough to lift Sungchan’s spirits after today’s trials. He types a tentative reply.
Sungchan: … yeah ?
eunseok: i hate to say it but
eunseok: ur good looks and loser personality have captivated me… against all odds
Sungchan jerks upright so fast his neck cracks. He scrambles out of bed, twisting his leg in the sheets and falling flat on his face with a bang too loud for Eunseok to have missed it. Still, he hesitates. What if he’s reading this wrong? What if Eunseok’s just fucking with him again?
eunseok: if u don’t get tf in here already
Sungchan throws all caution to the wind and bolts into Eunseok’s room, previous thoughts of lame shit like wake-up calls and dignity no longer of any concern. He busts the door down to find Eunseok waiting for him, wearing just his giant shirt now, legs spread with two fingers up his ass. His doll eyes are fixed scarily on Sungchan and Sungchan is, naturally, rock hard.
“Do you plan on actually fucking me today or do I have to do everything myself?”
Sungchan remains open-mouthed as Eunseok works a third finger inside himself, because now he knows Eunseok talks the same shit during sex that he talks while gaming, and now Sungchan’s mind is running around in circles like is Eunseok fucking his gamer friends? Does Sungchan know these friends? Should Sungchan have paid better attention in the past when Eunseok tried to teach him how to play?
“Not even listening to me, are you? You’re just as hopeless as you were with Overwatch, aren’t you?” Eunseok’s cheeks are flushed and sweat beads along his tanned forehead, breaths already shallow as he opens himself up while taunting Sungchan mercilessly. “No focus… ha… zero… comprehension. You couldn’t even remember basic gaming functions, so isn’t that big dick of yours going to be just as useless?”
“Hey.” Sungchan frowns at that, only to be met with Eunseok’s winded laughter, but he just stands there even as Eunseok wraps his other hand round his cock, jerking himself off at a pace that’s got to be excruciating, in Sungchan’s opinion, anyway.
“See? You can’t even take what’s right in front of you. You went to bed because you couldn’t take listening to me not giving you the time of day, is that it? Wanna have me? Put your big hands all over me? ‘S not like that text this morning was the first time you’ve talked about me being smaller than you,” Eunseok grins, watching Sungchan choke with surprise, “you think I don’t know? I can’t even stand next to you without your hands grabbing my waist or wrists. And your constant comments about my foot size-”
“Alright,” Sungchan’s voice is all strangled and he almost leaps onto the bed, not prepared to get into a conversation about his thoughts on Eunseok’s (admittedly tiny) feet right now. “Subtlety isn’t my strong point, fine. Yes, I want to fuck you, okay? Can you just relax for a minute?”
His eyes rove over Eunseok, drinking in the sight he’s been wanting to see for months: Eunseok, rosy cheeks and tanned skin and eyes gleaming with a challenge just for Sungchan as he lays himself out on his sheets like a trap.
“Should I just go ahead and add a fourth finger myself, then?”
Something in Sungchan snaps. His hands seize Eunseok’s slender thighs to yank him down onto his back, and Eunseok lets out an uncharacteristic squeak of surprise.
“If you knew anything about my dick, you’d know four fingers isn’t gonna be enough with how small u are, Eunseokie.”
Eunseok gasps as Sungchan pulls Eunseok’s hand away and replaces it with four of his own fingers, his hands clutching at Sungchan’s arms at the new fullness.
“Everything about you is so tiny,” Sungchan muses, reaching for the lube Eunseok left carelessly by his pillow to slick himself up. “I meant what I said. You make me crazy- tiny waist, tiny wrists… even your cock’s small, Eunseok-ah.”
It’s decidedly average, really, but beside his own massive cock, Sungchan doesn’t feel like he’s exaggerating all that much, and Eunseok’s riled up too, guiding Sungchan into a stinging kiss.
“Well at least I can use mine, at least I can listen to instructions and fucking follow through when I say I’m gonna fuck someb-”
Sungchan thrusts into Eunseok swiftly if only to cut him off, revelling in the way Eunseok goes lax beneath him in mere seconds. He takes advantage of Eunseok’s surprise and slips his hand between them.
“No, really, your cock’s so cute,” Sungchan tells him between kisses while fondling Eunseok’s balls, “you really are so tiny, so much smaller than me everywhere. And you look so dainty in that shirt. Don’t take it off, I’m gonna make you cum in it.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” Eunseok says, with zero bite, seemingly fascinated by Sungchan now as he writhes around, and delighted by his horny promises. “You’re so fucking hot. I’ve wanted your big dick in me for so long, shit.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, shit- can you just- be a bit rougher? Wanna feel it- yes, fuck!”
He breaks off with a cry, and Sungchan grabs him by the hips and lifts him up slightly, slamming into him at a new angle, gripping Eunseok’s smaller frame hard just as he likes.
“Ah- there- -ah- so you can- mmh- follow instructions,” Eunseok sighs happily. He trails his fingers idly down Sungchan’s biceps, and he digs his nails in sharply when Sungchan hits his prostate dead on. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Between the gaming and the basketball, I had my doubts, not even the height was really saving you there-”
Sungchan stops fucking him immediately. “I am not that bad!”
(He’s a bit clumsy but he’s still an asset to the team! What the hell would Eunseok know about basketball anyway?)
“No, you could be great with some pointers, okay!” Eunseok looks somewhat fearful for the first time as he tries to fuck himself on Sungchan’s cock without assistance, like he’s scared Sungchan really will leave him hanging, and Sungchan finds the little power trip too tempting to resist. Maybe he has successfully gained some sense of control of this situation. “Look at you right now, see you’re doing a great job, making me feel so good Sungchannie-”
Ah, fuck. Eunseok’s playing with him like a control board. Although… kinda worth it to have Song Eunseok begging for Sungchan’s cock after everything that’s happened between them. Sungchan decides there’s no harm in egging it on.
“Am I? Because you’re doing like. A really bad job of showing it.”
Eunseok shakes his head frantically, his caramel-coloured hair flopping back into his eyes with the motion, and he looks desperate enough that Sungchan almost gives in immediately.
“No baby, you’re doing so good, I swear… your cock is so big, it’s filling me up like crazy,” Eunseok babbles, the barest shine of frustrated tears flashing in his eyes, “Swear, ‘s better than level- than levelling up-”
Sungchan just sits there feeling petulant, content to watch Eunseok carry on about gaming shit Sungchan has no idea about while working himself into a frenzy, haphazardly rocking himself down onto Sungchan’s cock with no rhythm. He’s cute like this, brokenly moaning instead of his usual cool demeanour crafted perfectly to get under Sungchan’s skin. It’s no evil quite on the level of giving-your-housemate-blueballs-for-five-months-and-force-feeding-him-tentacles-over-hotpot but it is a small revenge and Sungchan is taking it.
Sungchan places his hands on Eunseok’s waist and squeezes, marvelling at how small it is and how Eunseok stops thrashing for a few hopeful seconds.
“Is this as good as when the latest Overwatch dropped?” Sungchan questions, and Eunseok’s face twists, properly incensed. “What about GTA?”
“I don’t play fucking GTA!”
“So this isn’t as good?”
“Okay, wait, wait, it’s better, okay, BETTER!”
Sungchan hums. He thought GTA looked fun in the ads. He shrugs and leans back over Eunseok. “So you want me to keep going?”
“Yeees,” Eunseok wails, thumping his fists against Sungchan’s chest, “so please stop sulking and just FUCK ME!”
“Alright, no need for the dramatics,” Sungchan says nonchalantly, narrowly dodging Eunseok’s retaliating swipe at his face. He makes a kissy face and hoists one of Eunseok’s legs up over his shoulder, pausing to nip at his ankle. Sue him, he’s waited months for this. “It sure is nice to see you begging for once. You need me, huh?”
Eunseok throws his head back with a grunt when Sungchan thrusts back into him. “Just fuck me until I cum,” he says through gritted teeth, “if you ever want me like this again.”
Sungchan doesn’t need to be told twice. He lets Eunseok yank him by the hair down into a rough kiss, too many teeth by normal standards but it makes sense for them, and Sungchan finds himself lost in Eunseok completely as Eunseok’s hands slide from his hair to scratch all down his back. Sungchan’s hands explore Eunseok too, albeit more gently, roaming over Eunseok’s tanned plush thighs and tiny waist and up under the huge t-shirt that’s bunched up over his chest.
Eunseok’s squirming around in Sungchan’s hold, and Sungchan still can’t believe how mouthy his housemate has been throughout it all, how little composure he has, when all this time Eunseok seemed to be so in control of himself. Sungchan dips down to swirl is tongue over Eunseok’s chest and nipples, keeping one hand firmly on Eunseok’s hip as he fucks into him, the other pinning Eunseok’s small wrist against the sheets. The only sound in the room is their moaning and the wet slap of skin against skin, Eunseok finally too out of it to shit-talk and Sungchan feels the same way, doing his best to stave off the growing fire in his lower belly until Eunseok’s satisfied.
“Close, close,” Eunseok groans, voice deep and smooth and in Sungchan’s ear, and Sungchan lets go of Eunseok’s wrist to jerk him to completion as he drills him into the mattress. Eunseok only grows quieter as his orgasm builds, and with one final flick of Sungchan’s wrist he freezes up, silent, eyes wide and pleading as he meets Sungchan’s as he comes undone in spasms, hard enough that cum shoots up between their bodies and onto his shirt.
Sungchan careens headlong toward his own finish with Eunseok now breathless beneath him, and all it takes is Eunseok clenching down on him hard, overstimulating himself in the process, reaching down to take Sungchan in hand and whisper, “you’ve been so good for me, Sungchan-ah, come for me now, baby,” and then Sungchan’s spilling inside of Eunseok, face buried into his neck with his hands clutching desperately at Eunseok’s slim waist.
Eunseok lies there, likely being crushed by Sungchan and twitching with these little whimpers that Sungchan can’t wait to bring up next time.
Wait.
“There’ll be a next time, right?”
Eunseok shoves Sungchan off him and rolls just out of reach, running his hands through his sweat-drenched fringe as his breaths finally begin to slow. “Yeah, Sungchannie,” he grins, and Sungchan’s heart stutters. “Next time, I’m gonna destroy your ass.”
Sungchan crosses a heart over his chest with his thumb. “May that be a threat and a promise.”