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It was only two months into the start of the semester, and Yunho already knew he was royally screwed.

When he initially learned that his random roommate was none other than Jung Wooyoung, he didn’t know whether to feel excitement or fear. It wasn’t that Wooyoung had a negative reputation; if anything it was the complete opposite. Jung Wooyoung was a social butterfly; Yunho much preferred the safety of his room and math equations. Wooyoung would probably take one look at him and realize he had been forced to live with some weird nerd.

But it was nothing like that, Wooyoung had charged in with his pretty smile and kind eyes and knocked Yunho right off his feet. In an odd way, he wished Wooyoung was a little mean and just ignored Yunho’s presence. Because the crush Yunho was harboring was anything but cute and pure, it was downright filthy.

He felt disgusting every time he came back to their shared room, and Wooyoung would laze around in these little white shorts that just conveniently said bite me on the right side. Yunho’s eyes would trail up Wooyoung’s pretty, tan legs, and admire the muscle hiding just under the surface of the skin. Then his eyes would catch onto the curve of Wooyoung’s ass, his thoughts growing increasingly heated. Then Wooyoung would turn his head, silky black hair pinned up in a little ponytail, and voice out in the sweetest voice possible Yunho’s name.

He’d mutter out some half-ass greeting before running to the safety of his room, wondering if Wooyoung caught sight of the problem in his pants. It was awful, it was Wooyoung’s living space just as much as his, but it was like his body had trained itself to get hard every time he caught sight of Wooyoung..

So he avoided the dorm like a plague, choosing to stay around at the library or with a friend and only coming back late at night when he knew Wooyoung would be asleep. Wooyoung might like him now, but would he still like him if he knew that he was a weirdo who couldn’t stop thinking of him.

However, avoidance couldn’t work forever and Wooyoung had asked Yunho to watch a movie with him. Yunho felt bad, the guilt sat heavy in his heart, he was always declining offers to meet up with Wooyoung, and he could tell it was dampening Wooyoung’s mood. So he agreed and that’s how he found himself walking back towards their shared dorm.

One step after the other; but for some reason it felt so much harder than that. His main goal tonight was to not make a fool of himself. He tapped his phone against the lock, opening the wooden door to the shared dorm room. He took his shoes off in their entryway, hanging his bag precariously on one of the hooks they had put up. He didn’t bother putting on any slides, his socks were just fine on the hardwood.

Yunho sniffed the air, Wooyoung must’ve changed the wax melt. The scent of vanilla and caramel wafted throughout the room and straight into Yunho’s senses. He stepped further into their shared area, a few blankets were tossed haphazardly on the couch and he could see where Wooyoung had loaded up Netflix onto their television but there was no Wooyoung.

“Wooyoung-ah?” Yunho called out; his voice resounded throughout the room. The other usually was out of his classes about an hour before, and based on the state of the living area he was here. His tongue pressed into his cheek, not out of annoyance, just a little habit when his brain moved faster than he could really process it.

“Yunho?” The voice was muffled, causing Yunho’s eyebrows to raise. He looked towards the other’s room where the sound came from, at the door decorated with Wooyoung’s name in dark lettering. He must’ve been in his room; his brain filled in.

“Yunho, come here—Please!”

That caused Yunho’s brows to raise inquisitively. If there was one thing the two were rather good at; it was the concept of what’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine. Of course, that excluded physical space because for Wooyoung it went what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine as well. Nevertheless, Yunho thinks that the most he’d seen of Wooyoung’s room was in the rare moments in which he had the door cracked; otherwise its appearance was like a mystery.

“Hurry!” Wooyoung’s voice sounded more frantic and concern instantly curled underneath his skin. He sounded like he needed help, so before Yunho could even think past it, he rushed into Wooyoung’s room.

Yunho probably would’ve taken more time to appreciate Wooyoung’s room but not a singular thing could have prepared him for the sight he was about to see. His breath caught in his throat, as his eyes slowly took in the state that Wooyoung was in. Half his body was under his bed, only the curve of his spine was visible where his shirt had fallen down, and the rest of his lower body.

Yunho’s eyes roamed over Wooyoung’s body taking in every part of him. He was wearing those same damn bite me shorts, but from the way Wooyung was basically arched up under the bed. They hugged the curves of his ass, and outlined the shape of his clothed pussy. His legs were bare, and aside from that he had a pair of fuzzy white socks that went to his ankle. Yunho couldn’t quite explain how, but it made the already porn-esque situation all the more lewd.

“Yunho, are you in here?” Wooyoung’s voice snapped Yunho out of his staring contest with Wy’s hole. Fuck, he was being a terrible person for looking at Wooyoung like this when he needed help.

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you need?” He needed to be a good roommate and not fuck this up by thinking with his dick.

“I got stuck under here trying to get one of my airpods—” Wooyoung took a second before he spoke again exasperatedly, “Can you help pull me out?” He shifted around slightly, perhaps trying to show the extent of his dilemma but all Yunho saw was him waving around his ass.

Yunho sucked in a deep breath, so audibly loud that Wooyung probably heard it too even though he didn’t comment. He needed to calm his thoughts down, to empty out his mind and simply pull Wooyoung from under the bed.

The thing was no matter how hard he wanted to be a good person. This was quite literally the plot of some shitty porn video happening before his eyes. The chances of something like this occurring in real life were next to none; but Wooyoung did seem like the type to get himself in a situation like this.

It reminded him of the time Wooyoung was telling him about how he got stuck in a bush in a haunted corn maze. It was so outrageously stupid to think about, but at the same time he’d gone to the shower and jerked off to the thought of finding Wooyoung like that.

So truthfully Wooyoung probably actually needed his help, and despite the perverseness of his current thoughts and the cold shower he was already planning to have. He needed to actually assist Woooyoung.

He bit at his lip, something he always did when he was nervous, “What do you need me to do?” He needed Wooyoung to say it explicitly. The words had to come out of the other’s mouth or he might just turn tail and leave. The grumbling sound of the air conditioning turning on shook the quiet room. Wooyoung hummed quietly, and took forever to speak in Yunho’s honest opinion. For someone who sounded so frantic when Yunho entered, he was sure quiet now.

Yunho’s steps padded softly on the floor as he moved closer to the other, his breathing was soft and though he appeared kind his mind was turbulent. If Yunho thought Wooyoung looked good from where he was by the doorframe, right behind him was an even better look.

He kneeled down, knees hitting the ground rather roughly. He was so close to Wooyoung ass, this was something he had on;y ever been able to do in his dreams. He was definitely staring, but it was hard not too when everything about Jung Wooyoung was so beautiful.
“Can I touch you?”

It came out strangely intimate, almost too soft for the moment. It was as if he was asking for more than just pulling out, and maybe Wooyoung knew that too because his response was only fuel to the fire of Yunho’s brain.

“Of course, I don’t mind if it’s you.” A pathetic little sound left Yunho’s lips instinctively, it was so quiet that Wooyoung definitely couldn’t have picked it up. The tips of Yunho’s ears blushed red with embarrassment but he slowly brought his hands towards Wooyoung’s waist. They felt clammy all of a sudden, he hoped they weren’t.

Wooyoung tensed softly at the temperature difference of Yunho’s hands, they felt good around his waist. Yunho had really nice hands, hands that Wooyoung had thought about in many different situations. Long and veiny hands like Yunho’s holding his own hand, hugging his waist, wrapped around his throat, so far in him that he wouldn’t be able to think.

Yunho’s hand rested there for a long while, to the point where Wooyoung was tempted to ask if he planned on pulling him out anytime soon. Yunho was in a dilemma because Wooyoung’s waist felt so good under his fingertips, so warm and soft. If he could, he'd give his hands permanent residency on Wooyoung’s waist.

He took in one final breath, before stabilizing his own body. “I’m gonna start okay,” he didn’t wait for a reply, fingers clutching around Wooyoung’s abdomen before he pulled slightly. It was kind of erotic to watch Wooyoung move back and forth due to him. Wooyoung grunted softly but otherwise seemed to be just as stuck as he was a moment ago.

He frowned slightly, pulling Wooyoung back a little harder and while Wooyoung definitely moved farther back, he was still ultimately trapped. It finally clicked in Yunho’s head that Wooyoung was legitimately stuck, he huffed out a breath removing his hands.

“It’s not working,” Yunho commented resolutely. He didn’t mean to sound like he was giving up, because if anything he’d try for another few hours just to keep his hands on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung sighed softly, not out of disappointment but out of something Yunho couldn’t put a name to. He wiggled some more, hips moving suggestively from Yunho’s view.

“Maybe you should try pulling harder— I can take it.” Wooyoung voiced out from under the bed. Perhaps that’s when the issues started for Yunho. Well truthfully the issue of his attraction to Wooyoung was already there, but this was practically opening the wound and allowing it to fester. Wooyoung’s words were always so suggestive and Yunho was nothing if not a man who loved delusions.

That’s why when the idea snuck its way into his brain, he allowed it to sit there and take root. Yunho wasn’t dumb; Wooyoung was definitely teasing him. A little tempter that tormented Yunho’s mind. His hands found their way back onto Wooyoung’s waist, just above the band of his shorts.

The idea sat there at the forefront of his mind; the goal of seeing Wooyoung’s pussy. A part of him felt bad, a greater part didn’t. It wouldn’t be that hard to pull down Wooyoung’s shorts, they weren’t tied tight on his waist and Yunho was supposed to be pulling Wooyoung back. If the force caused his shorts to come down with them that wasn’t impossible—right?

He was trying to convince himself: he had seen it done in porn, there was a chance it could work in real life. So this time when he adjusted his hands grip around Wy’s waist, the tips of his fingers rested just under the band of Wooyoung’s shorts. He felt sick, but he couldn’t stop himself; the temptation was too strong.

“ `M gonna pull hard, tell me if it hurts okay.” Wooyoung mumbled something softly in response, Yunho couldn’t understand what he said, the words all but unintelligible with Yunho’s mind strung on exposing Wooyoung’s pretty little ass. He braced himself, and with one great swoop; he pulled Wooyoung back and his little shorts came down too.

Both he and Wooyoung gasped, the air standing still in the room, and for a long second, there was nothing but a silence. The silence from Yunho coming from the pair of underwear Wooyoung had on. A sexy black g-string that was being enveloped by Wooyoung ass and pussy. He was basically getting a full view of both of Wooyoung’s holes. His mind finally caught up to him, when Wooyoung moved his bottom, almost teasingly so.

“I’m so sorry Wooyoung,” Yunho’s voice probably betrayed the fact that he didn’t feel any remorse in the slightest. Would Wooyoung yell at him, curse at him, tell him to leave and never come back.

Contrary to any of Yunho's thoughts; Wooyoung didn’t say anything. He didn’t comment on Yunho’s obvious action to pull down his shorts and instead was quiet for a moment longer. The silence sat heavy in the room, and the obvious tension was weighing down on them both.

“No, you don’t have to apologize,” Wooyoung paused like the words were stuck at the tip of his tongue.

Yunho wondered what his face looked like at the moment, was it flushed red with embarrassment? Were his eyes squeezed shut in silent anticipation—

“It’s probably better, more surface area to grab right?”

Yunho stiffened, his thoughts stilling in his head. Wooyoung was giving him an opening. Hell, Wooyoung was giving him an inch, and Yunho would gladly take it. He’d take a mile just to make sure. His pupils shook, attention going back to Wooyoung’s ass. His tongue flicked out, wetting his dry lips.

God, he wanted to taste Wooyoung so bad. He needed to know what it was like to have his mouth on Woooyung’s cunt. His hands reached slowly back towards Wooyoung, resting them just about the curve of Wooyoung’s hip. He was so fucking soft, and there was something so strangely erotic about feeling the string of Wooyoung’s panties just under his hands.

That was another thing Yunho couldn’t get enough of, taking in a deep breath as if it would do anything to calm himself. His hands dwarfed Wooyoung’s waist, his long fingers pressing cold indents onto Wooyoung’s hot skin.

He resisted the urge to rub at his cock that swelled achingly hard in his pants. Fuck, what he’d give to rut against Wooyoung’s cunt. To fill him up with his cum until he was so swollen he couldn’t move, maybe he’d fuck him so well that Wooyoung would end up bred. He was so caught up in his own perverted thoughts, that he didn’t notice how Wooyoung was spreading his legs ever so slightly, giving him a better view of his barely covered pussy.

The g-string that was already barely visible seemed to be covered by the fat lips of Wooyoung’s pussy. If Yunho focused in he could see the wetness on the fabric where his hole was. His clit remained covered by the upper part of the fabric, but his cunt was swallowing the rest of it whole. God, he’d look so good wrapped around Yunho..

“Young-ah, I’m gonna try to pull at your thighs, maybe that’ll work.” Yunho’s hands had already started making their way down Wooyoung’s ass, taking his sweet time to grope at Wooyoung’s flesh. So pliable under his touch, and he wasn’t even doing anything

Wooyoung didn’t comment on the obvious feeling up Yunho was doing to him, just humming in agreement.

“Whatever you think will work. I trust you.” Yunho groaned, the sound coming from deep in his throat, Wooyoung shouldn’t trust him at all because he was currently fighting a losing battle against just pulling Wooyoung’s underwear down and taking him at that very moment. What sounds would Wooyoung make when he was spread open on Yunho?

But Yunho had patience, he’d see just how far Wooyoung would let him go before he told him to stop. The breadth of Yunho’s fingers spanned from just under Wooyoung’s pelvic bone to the supple skin in the back of Wooyoung’s inner thigh. If he moved his hands forward, he could probably touch Wooyoung’s clit with one of his fingers, if he moved his hands further back, his thumbs could definitely prod at Wooyoung’s hole.

Wooyoung shivered, the anticipation of what Yunho would do next had his whole body on edge.

Yunho hummed, a quiet appreciative sound, moving so that he was no longer seated on his heels but rather kneeling behind Wooyoung. He couldn’t hold back the soft fuck that left his lips. From this position, his pelvis was right behind Wooyoung’s ass. If he really wanted to he could just hump against him like some desperate puppy, but that wouldn’t be right?

It was his job as a roommate to help Wooyoung..

He didn’t give any warning this time when he pulled, The suddenness of it all making Wooyoung squeak as he was pulled back against Yunho’s body. Yunho felt filthy, but the fleeting moment where Wooyoung’s cunt was directly against his hard cock was too stimulating.

“I think it’s working, I’m not sure.” Yunho knew good and well that it wasn’t working, but that didn’t matter; he had his own goals in mind. He gripped Wooyoung’s body tighter, pulling him back with even greater force against the tent in his pants. Except this time, he rocked his body forward at the same time, their bodies meeting in a rushed collision.

Wooyoung could definitely feel him. There was no way he could possibly miss the feeling of a clothed cock on his pussy, especially one of Yunho’s size. But he still didn’t say anything against it which meant Yunho was free to test more limits.

“Maybe your underwear is in the way?” Yunho knew there was no way Wooyoung’s underwear was in the way. He wasn’t that stupid. Yet, only a stupid question like this would lay the groundwork of whether Yunho could keep going with anything, if Wooyoung would play with him.

Wooyoung made a soft sound like he was questioning it, but otherwise was quick to reply.

“You’re probably right.”

That was all the invitation Yunho needed, a sick grin curling on his face. He could almost feel his cock leaking from how hot this situation was. The room felt insanely warm, hot with Yunho’s blatant desire.

Part of him felt bad for lusting over Wooyoung, but the greater part of him didn’t care. His nimble fingers caught the strings of Wooyoung’s panties, taking his sweet time in pulling them off. Watching with a sick delight at the sight of Wooyoung’s pussy spreading slightly due to the removal.

Yunho had to stifle a moan at the sight of Wooyoung’s pussy. He couldn’t really tell from his position, but from his viewpoint Wooyoung had the hair trimmed slightly. A slick hole, thick lips with a mole on the outer left labia just waiting for Yunho to kiss. Pretty just like the rest of him, but before Yunho could even focus any more on Wooyoung’s cunt. He noticed the slick stain on the fabric of the panties.

Wooyoung was enjoying this too clearly, and maybe if Wooyoung’s head wasn’t currently hidden underneath the bed; Yunho wouldn’t have the confidence to do what he was about to do.

Wooyoung couldn’t see him though; as soon as he pulled the pair of underwear he brought the pair of panties up to his nose and took a deep sniff. It was so perverted but it was so hot. His other hand quickly found its way into his pants, clumsily and dryly stroking at his own cock. He breathed in the scent of Wooyoung’s natural musk, desperate to record it in his memory.

He wasn’t quiet in his approach, his sniffing loudly audible in Wooyoung’s quiet room. The fact that Wooyoung could hear him was even hotter.

Fuck, he could see Wooyoung’s hole clench in response to the sound.

He resisted the urge to taste at the panties, not when he was so desperate for the source. Although, he did press the underwear to the tent in his pants, tentatively rolling his hips against it.

“Do you think it helped?” Wooyoung’s question threw him out of the loop for a moment, but Yunho’s words came out before he could even think them through further.

“Yeah a little bit, but I think if you were wet then I’d probably pull you out easier.” The sentence rolled off Yunho’s tongue as if he had practiced it a million times before. His fingers were still moving softly on Wooyoung’s body, fingertips hovering ever so close to Wooyoung’s pussy, Wooyoung could barely hold back a shiver from the sensitivity. Yunho felt like he could feel the heat radiating from it, its warmth calling for him.

“You’re so smart,” Wooyoung remarked softly; hoping his voice didn’t reveal how much he was anticipating Yunho’s touch. This time there was no way Yunho could miss the way Wooyoung was spreading his knees. He was giving Yunho an opening, literally. Yunho could see the way his pussy spread wide, better revealing the inner lips, there was wetness beading at Wooyoung’s entrance, calling to him.

“Puppy—” That was the only thing Wooyoung got out before he felt the warm pressure of a tongue on his opening. He couldn’t hold back the moan that sneaked its way out of his throat.

Yunho couldn’t help it; and he didn’t regret it, not even a bit. He moaned into Wooyoung, as his tongue prodded at Wooyoung’s cunt. His hands were holding Wooyoung steady; ignoring the fact he was still stuck under the bed and he wouldn’t be able to move from Yunho’s tight grip anyway. His fingers dug into the soft flesh like a landline as his tongue mapped out every part of Wooyoung’s pussy. He flattened tongue, licking from his clit to his hole and then back.

He sucked rather harshly at the sensitive skin; delighting in the muffled sounds Wooyoung was making. He tasted like a dream; one Yunho never wanted to awaken from.

He moved down; tongue circling, lapping incessantly at Wooyoung’s clit. He nipped at the sensitive bud, pressing kisses against it before sucking at it. He felt like a fucking mutt who hadn’t seen water in days. A mutt that was just so thirsty and desperate for Wooyoung. His nose pressed against Wooyoung’s entrance, slickening with Wooyoung’s apparent arousal. He could fully appreciate the smell of Wooyoung in this position.

Wooyoung was pushing back against Wooyoung face, almost fucking himself on Yunho’s nose. Something about that picture had Yunho moaning again. He could drown in Wooyoung’s pussy, he hoped he would.

Wooyoung was so incredibly turned on at the moment; he couldn’t even get proper words out of his mouth. Just little moans and continuous whimpers. The lower half of Yunho’s face was absolutely drenched with Wooyoung’s slick. Such a filthy eater.

He removed one of his hands from Wooyoung’s leg; a dark red mark in the shape of his hand was clearly visible. Though, Yunho was too focused with the taste of Wooyoung in his mouth. Wooyoung didn’t know what to do, Yunho was flipping back and forth between gentle kisses on his clit to teasing nips that stung so well. He shook every so often, unable to handle Yunho’s tongue and the feeling of himself leaking onto Yunho’s sharp nose.

Wooyoung’s face was flushed red, but with the urge to move away from Yunho and the urge to move further back. He moaned obnoxiously loud at the feeling of Yunho’s finger carving its way inside his hole. Yunho chuckled, his warm breath hitting directly against Wooyoung’s sensitive clit.

“You like that?” Yunho decided it was the perfect time to talk, when one of his long fingers was “Like my fingers that much,” he curled his finger pressing inside, “like my tongue.” His tongue swept out over Wooyoung’s clit again, except this time it was so much worse. Yunho’s tongue was pushing against his clit, and taking his sweet time in licking it.

“Yeah, like it puppy— so good. Always helping me out.” Wooyoung mewled out, tone soft and sweet. Yunho loved to be praised, the nickname going straight to his cock. He was straining painfully in his pants, but he didn’t even care. Too entranced with Wooyoung to even consider touching himself.

Wooyoung’s clit was throbbing with the strength of his arousal, and at this point he couldn’t do much but babble helplessly. “Yeah— fuck, right there—please, please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for but he needed Yunho to keep going. Yunho didn’t bother responding, doubling his efforts at sucking on Wooyoung’s bud. The bundle of nerves was red and abused. It was almost painful; how intense his pleasure was. He brought his tongue away, giving Wooyoung’s clit a moment of rest, as he licked just under his fingers where Wooyoung’s hole was stretching around him.

Another one of his fingers made their way into the slick heat that was Wooyoung’s hole. He was practically swallowing Yunho’s fingers; he could only imagine what that pressure would be like on his cock. That thought had him twitching in his pants; he was so incredibly hard. His own arousal snaked around his body; choking him and holding him still at Wooyoung’s cunt. He moved back down to take Wooyoung’s clit in his mouth, lips wrapped around the little organ.

His fingers steadily thrusted in and out of Wooyoung’s hole, the sound of his digits squelching echoed in the room. It was lewd. It was hot. It was everything Yunho could imagine. Much to Wooyoung’s displeasure, noticeable by the little whine he let out, he removed his tongue from Wooyoung’s clit. He muttered out some soft apology that was more of a sound than actual words.

This time his focus was set on the furled hole above his fingers. Yunho’s face and ears were flushed red, and his face shone in the lights from the slick that sat on it. Wooyoung squeaked, the tip of Yunho’s tongue was poking at his asshole.

“Oh my god you’re a fucking freak.” The words came out exasperated, but Wooyoung made no such move to actually push Yunho away. If anything, Wooyoung was arching up further giving him a better view of his cute, hole and wet cunt. Yunho’s fingers scissored inside him, as he took his time licking at the soft skin of Wooyoung’s perineum.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” It took a while for Yunho to actually say his sentence, pausing between words, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his glasses were fogging up from the sheer heat that the two seemed to be creating. With his other hand, he pulled them off swiftly throwing them somewhere to the side before immediately going back in at Wooyoung’s asshole.

Yunho let a long strand of saliva drip out onto Woooyung’s hole, watching the skin wetten with his spit. It was so hot, he grunted softly against Wooyoung’s hole.

“No,” Wooyoung paused, making a strangled sound and taking a breath as Yunho’s tongue finally breached his entrance. The stretch alien but erotic. “No one’s ever fucked my ass.” Wooyoung’s voice came out breathy; it sounded as if he was embarrassed to say the words himself.

Yunho removed his tongue, placing a kiss on the rim. “One day, I’ll fuck it. Spread you open on my cock so good. Take your virginity.” Wooyoung let out a sound, one he didn’t even know he could make himself. He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but the thought of Yunho treating him in that way unlocked something he hadn’t even thought to consider before. He squeezed around Yunho’s fingers, whining as another one slowly made its entrance in.

His fingers were just so long and nice, they felt so nice inside him, reached so far. Yunho was scratching an itch he didn’t know he had. Yunho’s tongue continued slobbering at his hole, pressing little nips at his taint. It was so much, Wooyoung didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Need you, need your mouth back on me.”

“But my mouth is on you.” Yunho smirked, pressing another soft kiss to Wooyoung’s hole. The three fingers in his cunt, prodding at that spot in him like a dog digging for a bone. It was too much and yet not nearly enough. Wooyoung whined again, pathetic sounding and weak. “Need you on my clit, please puppy.”

If Wooyoung wanted to beg, who was Yunho to not oblige? He parted from Wooyoung’s ass with a mental promise to come back at some point.

“Look, it’s all red and hard,” Yunho was being mean, his lips were practically touching Wooyoung but he made no move to give him any pleasure. Only allowing the soft breath from his words to hit against the bud, making Wooyoung shake with impatience.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m obsessed with your fucking cunt.” Wooyoung attempted to spread his legs further, desperate to have Yunho’s mouth on him again. He was leaking steadily onto Yunho’s fingers, and truthfully he wanted it to be replaced with Yunho’s cock. Yunho wasted no further time, tongue doing little kitten-licks at Wooyoung’s clit.

Wooyoung could feel it, deep in his core. An unyielding pressure that seemed to push against the walls of his body with every lick and thrust of Yunho’s tongue and fingers. He needed more, he pushed back against Yunho harder, body trembling with the weight of his upcoming orgasm. Yunho let his tongue lay out flat, allowing Wooyoung to control his own orgasm and move against him.

It sat hot and heavy in his core. Painful— no, it was more stimulating than anything. He could feel the crux of his orgasm beginning to wash over his frame. His little trembles increased until his body was basically spasming with every lick of Yunho’s tongue on him. “Please, I don’t know, please— I can’t, more.” Wooyoung didn’t even know what he was saying at this point, his whole body was tensing up and it was like every breath he took was labored.

With one well-timed thrust of Yunho’s fingers and his persistent tongue on his clit; Wooyoung fell apart with a sob. His whole frame shook, with the pressure of his orgasm coursing through his body. He let out little sounds; soft whimpers and keens.

Yunho didn’t remove his tongue from Wooyoung’s clit, feeling the way the other quivered in his hold. He dragged his slick-covered fingers out of Wooyoung’s hole, the sound so obnoxiously loud in the room that Wooyoung let out another moan.

Wooyoung clenched around the emptiness; pathetic and with a long drawn out whine. His release was spilling onto Yunho’s nose from the strength in which he had tensed up. It trailed down Yunho’s face into his awaiting tongue. The taste of Wooyoung on his tongue was everything.

It must’ve been the god’s ambrosia the way Yunho was instantly obsessed. It didn’t have a strong taste of anything, just a tinge of sweetness not enough to matter. What mattered truly was that it was Wooyoung’s and Yunho was being blessed with its taste.

“Wait wait— it’s too much—” Wooyoung sputtered out; legs trembling from how sensitive he was. Yunho didn’t mind him, continuing to lap at Wooyoung’s release like it was a sweet treat.

Yunho was going to break him; ruin him for anybody else. He felt pressure rise again in his lower abdomen, it was tingling this time. He hadn't ever felt this way, and Wooyoung didn’t know what to do with himself.

Wooyoung’s mind was hazy, but it didn’t take long for him to realize what was gonna happen if Yunho kept licking at him. “No, puppy, I’m gonna pee if you keep going.” The words came out rushed, and tears were beading up in Wooyoung’s eyes with shame. The pressure in his bladder kept growing, and Yunho wasn’t moving away. If anything Yunho's face was pressing further into his pussy.

“Puppy, I can’t hold it,” Wooyoung sounded like he was mere seconds away from bursting into tears and something about that. It just riled Yunho up. He couldn’t stop— He wouldn’t stop. He’d take everything Wooyoung had to give happily. “Yunnie,” Wooyoung was mewling out his name, pleading for Yunho to take mercy on his oversensitive cunt. He attempted to squeeze his legs shut, Yunho promptly spread them further than before.

His breath hitched in his throat, losing his grip on his bladder. He sobbed, chest heaving as shame washed over his frame. The feeling of finally emptying his bladder was amazing in a way, relief coursing through him but he felt disgusting. He couldn’t do anything but whine and tremble while he pissed.

Yunho was anything but disgusted. Call him filthy, a freak, whatever. This was a blessing that Yunho was more than willing to accept. He kept his mouth on Wooyoung, all whilst Wooyoung let go on his face. The warmth of it on his tongue had Yunho moaning into Wooyoung’s pussy, vibrations hitting right at his core. He sucked and kissed; face filthy with piss as he swallowed up as much as he could.

“Oh— t-that’s so fucking filthy,” Wooyoung could feel the way Yunho was swallowing against him. Drinking him like he was some fine wine. Wooyoung felt filthy, even more so because he couldn’t deny that the obsceneness of it all turned him on to no extent. Yunho kept lapping at him, even after Wooyoung had finished, determined to lick him clean.

“Always wanted to taste you.” It was like Wooyoung had marked him on the inside. He didn’t know if he’d ever be able to come back from this. “Made a fucking mess,” Yunho remarked looking at the small puddle just under Wooyoung’s open legs. Another cry left Wooyoung’s lips, echoing in the room. He didn’t know what to do anymore.

The heat of his own piss on his legs stung like piercing humiliation. He whimpered, pushing his head onto his arms unable to cope with the feeling. To make it worse, a strange part of him enjoyed it.

“You’re so wet down here.” Yunho was adding salt to a very open wound; but Wooyoung was just so fun to tease.

“Shut up.” Wooyoung muttered out; lacking any real heat. Wooyoung only heard the soft chuckle from behind him; but he could no longer tell what Yunho was doing now that his mouth wasn’t attached to his pussy. He bit at his lip, wondering what Yunho would do next.

Yunho was simply admiring his work. From Wooyoung’s puffy cunt, wet with slick and piss as well as the small puddle on the ground. If he could, he’d print this image out and hang it around his room. Look at it every second if he could, the proof that he could take Wooyoung apart.

His cock sat heavy in his sweats, pre-cum leaking into his boxers at a rate that was almost embarrassing . Truthfully, he was surprised he hadn’t come in his pants already. He didn’t know if he had ever been this hard in his life. He closed his eyes, willing his cock to calm down a bit. Because if he attempted to even push into Wooyoung, he’d cum almost immediately.

He could hear in his head Wooyoung teasing him, “Cum quick?” “Like my pussy that much.” And as much as he found that image arousing; that wasn’t how he wanted his first time having sex with Wooyoung to go—being bullied.

Holy Fuck

It was perhaps only at this very moment that he realized this wasn’t some weird fantasy he was having. He was actually about to fuck the Jung Wooyoung. Better yet, Jung Wooyouing was letting a nobody like Yunho fuck him.

Would Wooyoung let him have sex with him again?

If he was good, maybe Wooyoung would let him?

He couldn’t disappoint, the weight of his crush and fantasies was on his performance. He wasn’t a virgin; but neither was he crazy experienced either. Eating Wooyoung out had come like a second nature born from hunger and desperation. He wasn’t a bad fuck; if anything he was pretty decent from what he had been told.

But this wasn’t some drunk hook-up. This was the boy that greeted him with a smile and a hug on the first day. This was the boy that bought him his favorite food after Yunho had mentioned it offhandedly. This was Jung Wooyung— he couldn’t screw this up.

“Puppy?” The voice sounded like choir bells the way the word rang melodically in his brain. A soft little breath left his lips, and all of a sudden he was no longer stuck in the confines in his mind but back in his and Wooyoung’s dorm.

The sunlight that was giving the room a soft glow; the steady whirring of the air-conditioner in the background; the little gasps of air Wooyoung was taking. Yunho took it all in at once. It was simple really, he just needed to be Wooyoung’s puppy.

“’M right here,” the words came out soft, his feelings laced the words with meanings he wasn’t sure he could properly convey. Wooyoung didn’t reply back, the darkness under the bed hiding his soft blush.

Yunho fingers curled under the band of his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. His cock stood proudly, uncomfortably hard; his tip weeping with pre-cum. The cold air made him hiss and with his slick-covered hand he grabbed at the base of his cock. He tensed with the pleasure that just came from finally having something wrapped around his cock.

He gave himself a few short strokes, letting soft moans fall from his lips and into the charged air. Sweat trailed down the back of his neck, his body’s attempt at cooling down the heat of the moment. It was failing horribly.

He shuffled closer, until his hips were just mere inches away from Wooyoung’s. His cock stood thick in his hand, and the sight of it in front of Wooyoung’s pussy had his mind reeling.

“Fuck, you’re so small, I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

Wooyoung keened at the words, clenching around nothing at the thought of Yunho’s cock not fitting into him. He attempted to arch his back further, as much as he could with half his body under a bed frame, presenting himself nice and pretty for Yunho.

“So fucking pretty,” the words were just falling out of Yunho’s mouth, unable to stop the praises he had for the man in front of him. To fuck a cunt like this must surely be a blessing. His tongue ran over his bottom lip, wetting it just barely before he used his hand to smack his cock against Wooyoung’s hole.

Wooyoung couldn’t hide the way his body jolted; the sound of Yunho’s cock slapping against his wet pussy echoed in the room. Worse, Yunho’s cock felt massive against his hole, the weight of it heavy, he wondered what it’d taste like on his tongue. Yunho whined softly, the sound coming from deep in his throat almost impossible to hear. The feeling of Wooyung’s slick on his cock was just that much for him. He could see Wooyoung’s cum catch on his tip when he hit against his hole, creating a string every time he pulled his cock away. It glistened in the light, daring him to go the full distance until all of his cock was soaked with the essence of Wooyoung.

“I need it.” Wooyoung pleaded, his hole practically asking to be filled. It was hard to tell who was more desperate for the other, their arousal manifested around them like humidity; dousing them in both the need to please and be pleased.

“I’ll make it fit.”

That was the only warning Wooyoung got before the feeling of being stretched took over his mind. The sound that left his body was so embarrassing he wasn’t sure what to feel. The hard press of just Yunho’s tip was suffocating, his breath hitched in his throat. His words caught in his throat, a dizzying, painful mix of pleasure.

“Fu-” He couldn’t even finish the word, the steady slide of Yunho into him was a feeling he hadn’t ever had. Yunho was big— bigger than anything Wooyoung had ever taken in his life. He felt like he was being broken apart and molded anew to fit Yunho.

Yunho groaned, the squeeze around his cock was equally as tormenting; it was everything he could ask for and still not enough. It was greedy the way he wanted. No, the way in which he needed to be in Wooyoung. A breathy sound, akin to a whimper fell past his lips.

Yunho was finally flush with Wooyoung’s hips, the bones of his pelvis poking at the softness that was the other. Wooyoung could feel everything; from the grounding weight of Yunho’s cock to the soft hair above it pressing against him. The feeling was more than anything he could conjure up in his mind

“Fuck you’re so tight, Woo— Please,” Yunho didn’t know what he was begging for truthfully, the scorching heat of Wooyoung had his cock in a vice grip. He wouldn’t last like this, and he hadn’t even started fucking into him. Pathetic really, his whole body was shaking, vibrating with the need to pull out and ram back into Wooyoung. Until Wooyoung wouldn’t be able to speak, till his hole was so stretched out and filled with cum that he couldn’t do anything but lay there.

But right now; he couldn’t do any of that. He stayed still, pressed together to Wooyoung, both his hands on either side of Wooyoung’s hips waiting no… prepared to take what he was allowed.

“‘M so full,” Wooyoung groaned, his hands splayed flat on the hardwood floor. Part of him wanted to run away from the feeling; the other half wanted to push back and fuck himself on Yunho’s cock. He couldn’t think, it was too much and Yunho hadn’t even done anything yet.

Wooyoung’s eyes watered before he finally muttered out the words that Yunho needed to hear. An almost strangled sound, the way it came out.

“You can move.”

The first drag out was excruciatingly slow for both Yunho and Wooyoung. Tender, it was like everything was being amplified by a thousand, every nerve was feeling Yunho’s cock. Wooyoung bit his lip hard, the little pain only a momentary distraction to the feeling Yunho was causing.

Their breaths in the room combined, hot and labored. Yunho’s jaw clenched, tongue raking over his teeth. It was like Wooyoung’s hole was some sort of trap that Yunho didn’t want to remove himself from. His hips pulled back, slow and steady, just until the tip of his cock was the only thing nestled in Wooyoung.

He was covered in Wooyoung, cock slick with the other’s release and that image alone had Yunho slamming back into Wooyoung. It hurt, the sound Wooyoung let out teetered over the edge of being a moan. The sound of Yunho’s hips connecting with Wooyoung’s rang throughout the room. Wooyoung couldn’t speak if he tried; pained little sounds came from under the bed yet he kept pushing back to meet Yunho’s steady thrusts.

“ I’m sorry,” that was the only thing Yunho could repeat because more than anything he didn’t want to be so rough on Wooyoung. However, every little sound the other made; the way his pussy was pulling him back in, it just turned him on in ways he couldn’t explain without sounding crazy.

Yunho wasn’t letting up with his thrusts at all, every one felt like he was reaching deeper inside.

Wooyoung wanted to hold the position, but his mind was shaking and he couldn’t focus on much aside from Yunho in him. His thighs were quivering, and his lower back stung with how long he had been in the position.

“I can’t” He was babbling, mind struggling to comprehend. The weight of Yunho’s thrusts pushed his lower back into the frame of the bed, it stung but didn’t distract him from Yunho. His body was slowly drooping down, unable to hold himself up. Which was fine, since Yunho was there.

“You can take it,” he voiced grabbing Wooyoung’s hips and holding him up for him to fuck into. He was fucking Wooyoung like he was nothing but a fleshlight. Something to be used.

Wooyoung couldn’t do anything but whine and take it. The loud squelch every time Yunho slammed back in echoed in his mind, the resounding clap of Yunho’s balls hitting against his skin; the pressure on his g-spot. Fuck, it was too much. He’d come again at this rate, and he feared Yunho wouldn’t stop even after.

“P-puppy.” It came out strained, like Wooyoung was struggling to get them past his tongue. Yunho liked, no he loved knowing that he could make Wooyoung come apart on his cock. But he wouldn’t last much longer, not with how well Wooyoung was sucking him in and the sinful sounds he was making.

Wooyoung sounded downright pornographic.

“Yeah, Youngie,” Yunho wasn’t faring much better, his voice shaky, the words just trembling out. Wooyoung squeezed around him at the nickname, but he didn’t speak for a good while. Yunho was scrambling his mind; it took him a while to realize the wet feeling at his mouth was his own drool spilling out. He tried to wipe it, carelessly rubbing his mouth against his arm.

“So close,” the words were separated by an exasperated moan. Wooyoung could feel the edges of it, deep in his abdomen all the way to his fingers.

“Yeah, me too,” he paused, eyes glinting with a newfound mischief. He stared at his cock plunging into Wooyoung, before his eyes trailed a little further up to Wooyoung’s pretty pink hole. His tongue darted out unconsciously, and before his brain could fully comprehend what he planned to do his fingers moved.

Wooyoung slacked slightly to one side, Yunho’s was thrusting into him still but he was only holding him up with one hand. He brought his hand to his mouth, fingers just hovering above his lips before he pressed in. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of his fingers in his mouth, he moaned but it was stifled by their presence.

Yunho lathered his fingers in spit, grinning into it as he caught the taste of Wooyoung on them. He brought his fingers from his lips, much to his own displeasure. The light in the room made the saliva on his nimble fingers shine.

“You’ll cum again for me right,” Wooyoung tried to respond, he really did. Tears were actually falling down his face now, he was so fucking close it hurt. He mumbled out a yeah, it was more of a whine than anything else. He just needed Yunho to keep going, to keep breaking him like he was. His legs trembled, the muscles tensing with every push of Yunho’s fat cock into him.

Yunho’s thrusts were getting more frantic, hips stuttering every so often. He really really really needed to fuck Wooyoung’s ass. He finally brought the spit-soaked fingers to Wooyoung’s ass, most of the spit that had been their prior had dried up.

Wooyoung tensed, the feeling of fingers on his perineum was foreign. Yunho’s pointer finger circled around, pressing ever so slightly, before beginning the cycle again. The little choked sounds leaving Wooyoung was like music to Yunho’s ears; he finally pressed harder. Barely anything more than the tip sinking in, but apparently that was enough for Wooyoung.

Wooyoung wouldn’t say having a finger stuck up his ass made him cum. It was more so the thought of being double penetrated that sent him over the edge. He clenched around Yunho, legs shaking as he let out a long drawn-out moan. Yunho hissed softly at the constriction but continued fucking Wooyoung through it. He removed his finger, mourning the loss of that tight heat.

“Youngie, can I cum inside— Please.” Yunho sounded pathetic, begging to pump Wooyoung full with his cum. His hips jerked slightly, as his orgasm ripped through him. With one last almost animalistic in nature thrust, he pushed as far into Wooyoung as he could go, the pressure on his cock like a sauna. He spilled deep inside Wooyoung, a weak little sound leaving his lips as he pressed his forehead to Wooyoung’s bedding.

The apologies rushed out of his lips like little prayers.

“‘M sorry, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to—inside.” Yunho was babbling, face flushed red with tears building up in his eyes. He kept apologizing but he wasn’t moving, still unconsciously moving in and out. The sound it was making was filthy, disgustingly wet.

Wooyoung was still shivering, shaking; his whole body was strung up tight. He swore his vision turned white with the way the orgasm coursed through his body. The warm feeling of Yunho’s release deep inside him had his mind reeling even further. He panted, short gasps as if his body was fighting some battle.

Yunho finally pulled fully out, his cock slipping out easily coated in both his and Wooyoung’s release. It was so mindblowingly lewd, the sight of his milky-white cum spilling out of Wooyoung’s stretched hole. A string of it was still connected to his cock as he pulled away.

Wooyoung hissed, the feeling of him slipping out, the cum that was dripping out of his cunt, the sudden coldness. He could feel himself gaping; where Yunho’s cock had stretched him out so well. He tried his best to get his mind together, so that he could actually say words that weren’t unintelligible.

The sudden quietness was sharp, like the feeling of having the air snatched out of your lungs. It was unbelievably hot in the room, sweat beaded up on their brows, necks, fingers, anywhere. Wooyoung’s deep breaths had calmed—Yunho was still gasping like he had just been dragged from underwater.

They stayed in that lull for a moment more before Wooyoung started wiggling around. Yunho moved backwards; cock flaccid and resting against his tensed thigh. He watched, poorly hidden mirth in his eyes, as Wooyoung slowly pushed himself out.

The smile came out naturally as he gazed at Wooyoung. The other slowly pulled their body from under the bed, taking extra care to not place any of his appendages in the small puddles on the floor below. His hand gripped his mattress like a lifeline, before he finally turned around with an exhausted sigh so that Yunho could see his face.

God. Hearing Wooyoung was one thing, seeing Wooyoung was a whole different ball game.

Jung Wooyoung looked fucking wrecked. His cock twitched appreciatively at the sight of Wooyoung freshly fucked. His eyes were swollen and red, like he’d just finished a sad movie. His lips were bitten red, and Yunho could faintly see where he had drooled.

“God, you look like you’ve been put through the wringer.” Yunho couldn’t help himself, a soft laugh echoing in the room. Wooyoung smiled, pretty teeth on display and despite the exhaustion in his face. His eyes were gentle and gleamed with contentness.

Wooyoung’s shirt had come down, covering parts of his lower half but Yunho could still see faint imprints of his hands on Wooyoung’s thighs. He was just so pretty it made Yunho’s head hurt.

“Puppy,” Yunho’s eyes shot back up to Wooyoung

This silence wasn’t heavy, just one that occurred when words seemed like too much and simply the presence of one another exceeded anything else. The two admired each other, simply taking their time before they opened themselves back up into a world that wasn’t just the two of them.

Yunho was the first to break the silence, his voice cutting through like water.
“We’re definitely going to get a noise complaint,” Yunho voiced, breathy like he had just run a marathon. That is if a marathon meant having amazing sex with Jung Wooyoung. Wooyoung eyes crinkled, the way they did when he was genuinely happy.

“It’s your fault for having such a big cock.” Wooyoung retorted, hitting Yunho's arm coquettishly. Little breathy laughs left his lips as he took the time to appreciate the man in front of him. Yunho would’ve been flattered if he wasn’t so busy being lost in Wooyoung’s pretty face.

Wooyoung smiled coyly, noticing Yunho’s attention on his face.

“If you’re gonna look at me like that you might as well kiss me.” He phrased it like a joke, but he was being nothing short of serious. The room quieted between the two, just the soft sounds of their shared breath as they appreciated each other. Yunho leaned in first, pressing his lips softly against Wooyoung’s. It was like he was afraid Wooyoung would fly away if he’d press any harder, so he just stayed there for a moment.

Taking in Wooyoung; his powdery soft lips, the strawberry lip gloss he liked to use, and just everything he could. Wooyoung was the one who pushed the kiss slightly further, allowing it to finally develop from a peck into a real kiss. His nose bumped into Yunho’s and the two opened their eyes for a second to smile at the silliness of it all.

Unlike the sex they had just had, they took their time with the kiss. Breathing in each other and conveying everything that wasn’t ready to be said. Longing, desire, intimacy; whatever, it all combined in the shared little kisses that felt like a summer night.

The two separated after a while, the moment neither too long nor too short. Although neither was eager to part from the caress of each other’s lips. It felt like a dream for Yunho; one too good to be true.

“When did you get unstuck?” The question was so out of left field from the previous atmosphere; that Wooyoung almost didn’t process what he was being asked. But the truth was, Yunho couldn’t hide his curiosity; he had been curious since Wooyoung pulled himself out. Was it when his tongue was on him— When he was fucking into him?

“What are you talking about? I wasn’t actually stuck down there. Don’t tell me you thought I was actually stuck under a fucking dorm bed,” Wooyoung giggled, watching Yunho’s face blush impossibly red; even his ears were flushing crimson. Wooyoung’s little laughs stopped at the lack of response from Yunho,

“You idiot,” he said endearingly; pressing a soft kiss to Yunho’s forehead.