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Gunwook sighs, looking at himself in the long mirror of the practice room, brushing his black locks back. They had been practicing for three hours now. Gunwook was exhausted and admittedly more horny than he’d ever voice out loud.
Matthew was teasing him all practice, locking eyes with Gunwook in the mirror, licking his lips, and failing to hide the smirk that planted itself on his lips. Gunwook would swallow down a whine, blush rising to his cheeks. Matthew even went as far as to brush his hand over Gunwook's waist every time they passed each other, a featherlight touch.
Gunwook had to fight every nerve in his body screaming at him to pull Matthew out of the practice room and take him in the bathroom.
During a quick break, Gunwook was pouting at himself in the mirror, trying to hide the pure need that was slowly taking over his bloodstream. He just wanted the practice to be over, it had been a long day.
Matthew crept up behind the younger while he was invested in something on his phone. He pokes Gunwook’s side, earning a near shriek from him.
“Hyung!” Gunwook shot daggers into Matthew, a blush returning to heat up his cheeks. Matthew giggles, tilting his head while throwing an arm around his boyfriend’s waist.
Matthew hums sweetly, “What did I do?” Gunwook squints at him, becoming clearly annoyed with the older’s antics.
“You keep-” Gunwook gets cut off by Hanbin, catching everyone’s attention.
“Two more times then we can go home, let’s go,” He’s motioning for everyone to get back into their opening positions so they can rerun the choreography.
Matthew kisses Gunwook’s cheek before practically skipping into his position. Gunwook rolled his eyes and returned to his own position. This was gonna be a long night.
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Hanbin clapped his hands together, “Done! Good job guys, let’s go home.” All eight boys sighed heavily in relief, slumping to the floor.
They had done two extra hours of practice until they were all satisfied with how their choreography turned out.
Gunwook laid back on the floor, closing his eyes and stabilizing his breathing. His body was limp with overexertion, yet his pussy still throbbed beneath his clothes. Of course he didn’t forget Matthew’s teasing. Matthew hadn’t stopped messing with him even when Hanbin threw him looks through the mirror, silently urging him to focus. A wink, flying kiss, fleeting touches. And Gunwook just took it, with a blush on his cheeks and teeth digging into his bottom lip. He didn’t want to act out in front of the others, as much as Matthew was probably hoping for.
Gunwook gasped and his eyes shot open when he felt a hand on his thigh. Matthew stared back at him with a devious smile and nothing but heat in his gaze. Matthew’s hand trailed up and down his thigh, caressing it mindlessly.
“Gunwook-ah..” Matthew trailed off, his gaze never leaving Gunwook’s flushed face, “Come home with me?” His voice was barely above a whisper, keeping their conversation between the two of them.
Gunwook swallowed, chewing on his raw lips before nodding and standing up to gather his things. Matthew did the same, an obvious excitement in his step.
The two left together, hand in hand, walking back to Matthew’s dorm. The cool air felt heavenly on their sweaty skin. The winter chill always soothed the post-practice ache in their bones and unbearable heat harboring under their skin. Though, even the cold couldn’t get rid of the want surging through Gunwook’s veins, the wetness quickly accumulating between his legs.
He squeezes Matthew’s hand with a shiver, earning a giggle from the older who pulls him closer. “Someone’s excited, hm?” Matthew teased, kissing Gunwook’s cheek.
Gunwook groaned, pulling Matthew along quicker, “Come on, Hyung.”
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Only after a few minutes, they made it to Matthew’s dorm.
Gunwook was pushing Matthew against the front door as soon as it was closed, invading his space with a look of frustration on his face.
Matthew tilted his head, feigning innocence, “What is it, baby?”
Gunwook rolled his eyes, “You’ve been teasing me too much, Tthew...”
Gunwook saw Matthew’s eyebrows raise at the lack of an honorific. Gunwook only did that when he was angry or wanted to take control, Matthew knew that.
“And why’s that such a bad thing?” The smile never dropped from Matthew’s lips. It infuriated Gunwook how weak he was to Matthew’s teasing smiles.
“During practice it- it distracts me,” Gunwook admitted, not able to hold Matthew’s gaze as it dropped to the floor.
Matthew gripped his chin with a giggle, bringing Gunwook’s gaze back to his own. “Aww you poor thing,” Matthew’s voice was mocking, “Hyung is sorry. You just looked so cute, I couldn’t help myself. Don’t be mad, Gunwookie.”
Gunwook huffed, “Not mad, just embarrassed.” A flush was beginning to spread from his cheeks down to his neck.
Matthew was quick to switch their positions, holding Gunwook against the door by his wrists and a leg between his thighs. “Don’t act like you don’t like when Hyung teases you.” Matthew nosed at his jaw, “My Gunwookie likes it when I embarrass him, hm?”
Gunwook swallowed a whimper as Matthew started pressing light kisses to his neck. Matthew stopped to look back into his eyes, “Answer my question, baby.”
Gunwook whined, nodding, “I like it, Hyung.”
Matthew smiled before finally slotting their lips together. Gunwook melted against the older, sighing. Matthew easily took charge of the kiss, biting and sucking at Gunwook’s lips. He tongued at Gunwook’s lips, parting them and slipping inside his mouth.
Kissing Matthew was Gunwook’s favorite thing because of the way Matthew tried to eat him alive every single time. Purely tongue and teeth, Matthew seemed to always make sure he broke the younger down just with his mouth.
Gunwook whined and shivered every time their tongues met. He was immediately drunk on the feeling of his boyfriend kissing him, the feeling of the saliva starting to slip down his chin.
Gunwook was only given a chance to breathe once his lips were red and swollen, saliva wetting his neck and the collar of his shirt.
Gunwook’s breaths came out labored, a whimper between each one. “Hyung-” He couldn’t help but whine out, “Please- I need you.”
Matthew quickly grabbed the younger’s wrist and dragged him to his bedroom, not even caring to shut the door as he shoved Gunwook back onto his bed. Gunwook immediately felt teeth on his neck, sucking purple marks into his skin. Gunwook’s hips kicked up against Matthew’s at the pain, desperately searching for some sort of relief for his aching cunt.
Matthew pulled back, seemingly proud of his work on Gunwook’s neck. He lifted Gunwook’s shirt over his head. His hands immediately felt up Gunwook’s chest, caressing the scars there and fondling the muscle that had slowly filled out over time. “Love your chest, baby- so pretty…” Gunwook whimpered at the feeling and Matthew’s words. The skin of his chest was still sensitive despite having lost most feeling in his nipples.
Gunwook pulled Matthew’s shirt off, wanting to feel his skin on his own. Matthew’s chest was more filled out than his, with pure muscle due to Matthew’s obsession with working out. Gunwook loved it. Loved to bite the skin, mark it up, and drag his tongue over Matthew’s scars. He couldn’t help but do just that, leaning in to dig his teeth into Matthew’s skin. Matthew sighed, running his fingers through Gunwook’s black locks. Gunwook only stopped once his boyfriend’s chest was covered in marks.
Gunwook was pulled into a heated kiss, while Matthew started untying and pulling off his sweatpants. Matthew caressed Gunwook’s pussy through his skin-tight boxers, humming, “So wet for me already,” He teased, pressing kisses down the man’s stomach.
Gunwook helped Matthew pull his boxers off, eager to be touched. “Touch me, Hyung. I need it.” He urged, hips bucking into nothing.
Matthew giggled at him, hands finding their way to his inner thighs, holding his legs open. “So bossy, Gunwookie. I don’t know… Should I?” Gunwook felt the older’s breath ghosting over his pussy as he spoke.
Gunwook knew Matthew wanted him to beg, to plead for his boyfriend to eat him out until he was near tears. So he did, whining, “Please please- Need it so bad. I’ll be good.”
Matthew smiled, “Good boy”, before diving into Gunwook’s pink pussy.
Gunwook immediately keened, thighs twitching. Matthew eagerly lapped up the slick leaking from the younger’s hole, humming at the taste.
Matthew’s tongue was skilled, Gunwook had never been eaten out better. Though he’d been with a few other guys and girls, no one knew his body quite like Matthew did. That was a given as Gunwook and Matthew’s souls seemed to intertwine the moment they met.
Gunwook ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, silently urging him to tongue fuck him already. Matthew smiled, knowing Gunwook too well. But, he wasn’t going to give it to him yet. He wanted to tease, as he always did.
Gunwook felt Matthew gently tongue at his swollen clit, causing Gunwook’s head to fall back with his mouth falling open in a silent moan. Matthew flicked his tongue skillfully before finally wrapping his lips around Gunwook’s clit and sucking, hard. “Fuck! Hyung.. Please.” Gunwook couldn’t help the moans that left his lips. Matthew’s eyes flick up to Gunwook’s, staring at him with pure lust. Gunwook bit his lip, trying his best to keep eye contact with Matthew, knowing how much he loved it.
“S-stop teasing please, I can’t-” Gunwook whimpered, tears filling his eyes from the pure humiliation of begging. He was never a beggar before Matthew, but the older brings out a side of him Gunwook never knew existed before they met.
Matthew smiled, pulling back slightly, “What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.” His hands caressed Gunwook’s thighs, his eyes never leaving the others.
Gunwook let out an exasperated whine, his resolve breaking, “Tongue fuck me, Mashu-hyung. P-please.”
Matthew snickered, clearly proud of how easily he could break the younger down. “Such a good puppy.” He immediately dived back in, his tongue breaching Gunwook’s hole and pushing as deep as it could go.
Gunwook moaned, voice breaking as he dug his nails into Matthew’s scalp. He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking against his boyfriend’s mouth. Matthew’s grip tightened where they sat on Gunwook’s thighs, grip near bruising. Gunwook keened while Matthew let him grind against his face, the older’s nose continuously rubbing against his aching clit. He loved Matthew’s nose. It was so smooth and stimulated his bundle of nerves just right.
Gunwook could feel the tension building in his lower stomach, the movement of his hips becoming sloppy. Matthew’s tongue never faltered, thrusting into Gunwook’s leaking hole at a frequent fast pace. Gunwook whimpered, tears starting to slip from his glossy eyes, “M-Mashu... I’m gonna-” Gunwook didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Matthew pulled back completely. Gunwook let out a noise of confusion, hips twitching.
“Not yet, baby. Not until I get to put my pussy on yours.” Matthew was panting, slick covering his mouth down to his chin. “Why don’t you clean up your mess, hm?” Matthew leaned into Gunwook’s space, smiling deviously.
Gunwook got to work instantly, licking over the seam of Matthew’s lips, down his chin, replacing the slick with his saliva. Matthew made a noise of satisfaction before allowing Gunwook to slip his tongue inside his mouth. Gunwook licked over his teeth and the roof of his mouth, making sure to cover his boyfriend with spit inside and out. He pulled back, eyes full of unshed tears, spit completely covering both of their mouths. Matthew smiled at him, “So messy.” He tapped Gunwook’s chin, “Open up.” Gunwook listened, jaw dropping open and tongue lolling out. Matthew spit directly onto the younger’s tongue. Gunwook moaned, eyes glazing over before he swallowed like the good boy he was.
Matthew was giggling as he slipped off his own shorts and boxers, quickly returning between Gunwook’s legs. “Ready for me, Gunwookie?” Gunwook nodded eagerly, spreading his legs again so Matthew could get in position. The older hicked one leg over Gunwook’s hip, slipping the other underneath Gunwook’s own.
Gunwook was panting, trying his best not to whine and squirm with need. Matthew slowly lowered himself, pussy hovering over Gunwook’s. “Don’t hold back, puppy. Let me hear you and you can move your hips with me, yeah?”
Gunwook nodded, “Yes, hyung.” His voice was pitched with excitement. He hung off of Matthew’s every word, listening to anything and everything that came out of his mouth.
Matthew lowered himself completely, pressing their cunts together. Gunwook’s head fell back, moaning out at the warmth and wetness that was felt against his own. Matthew was moaning as well, the pressure feeling heavenly against his aching pussy. Matthew started grinding his hips slowly, rubbing the two of them together perfectly. Gunwook met his grinds while letting out an embarrassingly loud moan.
Matthew was unable to keep his noises to himself either, moaning in tune with his boyfriend, “Yeah just like that. Good boy.” Gunwook keened at the praise, moving his hips faster to chase that relief he wanted so badly.
“Feels so good, Hyung. Fuck-” Gunwook was moaning constantly, tears falling from his eyes. The room became filled with their moans, the sound of their slick mixing. Their cunts were rubbing together perfectly, their hips moving simultaneously in a beautiful rhythm.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep moving with me. Don’t stop.” Matthew’s voice sounded broken, as much as he tried to keep himself together. Gunwook tried his best to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss how pretty Matthew looked with pleasure written on his face, how he was beginning to flush down to his chest.
Matthew propped himself on his elbows, leaning back to get a better angle. It was even better than before, their clits now rubbing together. The two sobbed in unison, the pleasure was overwhelming and so delicious.
Gunwook was crying fully now, the feeling of his boyfriend’s pussy on his own was pushing him into oblivion, so close to the edge. “Hyung- Ah! Gonna cum… please!” He was loud, sobbing into the now stuffy air of Matthew’s bedroom.
“Yeah? Me too. Cum with me, puppy.” Matthew moved his hips faster, chasing the release they both craved. Gunwook followed, hips stuttering. They kept moving, now out of rhythm, but not caring as they were both so close and so eager. They were both whining loudly as they peaked at the same time, riding out their highs against each other, backs arching and toes curling.
Gunwook came down first, beginning to whimper and squirm in overstimulation. Matthew stopped soon after, breathing heavily and eyes slipping closed as he laid back onto his pillows.
After a few moments of them catching their breaths, Matthew leaned back to look at Gunwook, head tilted, “Did so good, Gunwookie. Wanna help clean Hyung up?” Gunwook was nodding eagerly, getting up to place himself between Matthew’s open thighs.
Gunwook’s mouth was on Matthew’s cunt in an instant, so greedy to get their mixed slick on his tongue. Matthew sighed out in bliss, hand running through Gunwook’s hair, “Not too fast, take your time.” Gunwook listened well, dragging his tongue over his boyfriend’s pussy in slow, gentle licks. Gunwook continued just like this, digging his tongue in to make sure he cleaned every inch.
After a bit he was getting carried away, unable to stop his greedy tongue from moving faster against his Hyung. Matthew pulled his head back, “Enough, Gunwookie. Good job.” He smiled and pulled Gunwook into a kiss, soft and full of love.
Gunwook pulled away and dropped his head into the nape of Matthew's neck, now laying his entire body weight on top of the older. Matthew giggled, running his fingers through Gunwook’s hair, “Sleep, my love. You did such a good job. We’ll wash up later.” Gunwook was smiling, eyes slipping closed. He was exhausted and completely satisfied, needing to release tension after a long week of practice. The two laid there, reveling in the bliss and not allowing for any thoughts. Not thinking about the messy sheets, the sweat still clinging to their bodies. None of that mattered. For now, they would continue to soak it all in together. Just the two of them.