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“Hyung, why do you always sit like that?” Anton nudged Wonbin’s knee with his own, watching as his boyfriend instantly curled further into himself on the couch, pulling his legs up almost defensively.
Wonbin blinked at him, fingers tightening around the edge of his oversized hoodie—Anton’s hoodie. “Like what?” He asked with a smile. The sight of Wonbin like this gave Anton cuteness aggression.
“Like you’re trying to disappear.” Anton reached over, tugging lightly at the fabric hiding Wonbin’s wrists. “You’re so cute like this, hyung.”
Wonbin’s cheeks flushed pink, and he ducked his head, but Anton knew he liked the attention. “I like wearing your hoodies.” Wonbin mumbled with a pout on his lips. Anton grinned and pulled him closer.
Wonbin climbed onto Anton’s lap. It wasn’t unusual to cuddle like this, but right now, Anton felt nervous for some reason. His eyes darted over Wonbin’s face, his nose, his lips, the way his lashes fluttered. He wondered if Wonbin ever felt the same way as he did right now—wanting to go further with his boyfriend.
The weight of Wonbin settling into his lap was familiar, Anton barely had time to register the warmth before he felt it—the unavoidable heat was pooling low in his stomach as Wonbin shifted, pressing closer. Anton hesitated before settling his hands on Wonbin’s waist as Wonbin leaned closer, nuzzling his face into Anton’s neck.
Anton’s breath hitched when Wonbin’s thigh brushed against him, the contact fleeting but it was enough to send a jolt through his body. He stiffened, hoping Wonbin wouldn’t notice, but the older boy had always been perceptive.
Wonbin smiled, leaning in further to press a soft kiss to Anton’s cheek. Another kiss followed, on his temple, and one more on his nose, before Wonbin pressed his lips on Anton’s. Anton cursed himself mentally—was Wonbin really this oblivious?
Wonbin then froze mid-movement, his fingers pausing where they had been playing with the collar of Anton’s shirt. His eyes flickered down, then back up, wide and surprised, but there was something else there too. He wanted this.
“Chanyoung-ah, are you hard right now?”
Anton stiffened. His grip on Wonbin’s waist tightened unwillingly. His throat went dry. “I-I’m sorry hyung, I— I didn’t mean to..” he stuttered in embarrassment. But lying would be pointless and he was aware of that. Wonbin could see the way Anton’s body betrayed him.
Wonbin exhaled shakily, his fingers curling into the fabric of Anton’s shirt. “Don’t be sorry,” he smiled, then his expression turned almost sultry with a grin.
“You’re so cute, Chanyoungie. Did you really get hard from this?” Wonbin grabbed Anton’s hand and shifted in his lap again. Anton bit his lip, too embarrassed to make any noise. He knew his ears were probably bright red by now. He also didn’t know why having Wonbin in his lap turned him on so much, but just looking at Wonbin’s face probably explained it.
“You know,” Wonbin murmured, his fingers playing with Anton’s hair at his neck. “Maybe it was already time for us.. to do something.”
Anton’s breath hitched. It had been time. He had thought about this, about Wonbin underneath him more times than he could count, more than he would admit. Anton had always known Wonbin was beautiful. He had the kind of beauty that made his chest ache—delicate wrists, sharp collarbones, plump lips that parted just slightly when he was thinking. But he never had the courage to initiate anything further than kissing and touching.
“I.. Yeah, hyung.” Anton’s voice cracked embarrassingly, fingers flexing against Wonbin’s waist like he wasn’t sure whether to pull him closer or push him away. Wonbin laughed softly and leaned further into his touch. “Are you nervous?” He grinned. Anton placed his hand on Wonbin’s cheek, suddenly cupping his face.
“How could I not be nervous,” Anton said, more confidently this time. He leaned in and closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Wonbin’s—now not so hesitant anymore.
The kiss was slow at first, almost shy despite the heat building between them. But when Wonbin let out a quiet sigh against Anton’s mouth, something changed. Anton’s grip tightened, pulling him impossibly closer as their lips slotted together. It was messy and desperate now. Wonbin whimpered when Anton’s tongue traced the seam of his lips, and the sound went straight to Anton’s already aching cock.
Wonbin shifted again, deliberately this time, his thighs pressing flush against Anton’s lap—and there it was again, the unmistakable hardness straining against him through the fabric of their clothes.
A breathy laugh escaped Wonbin’s lips as he pulled back slightly, just enough to smirk down at Anton. “You’re really into this, huh?” he teased, his voice dropping lower, fingers tracing the shell of Anton’s flushed ear. “Hyung,” Anton groaned, hips jerking up involuntarily, chasing the friction of Wonbin’s weight.
Anton felt embarrassed with how responsive he was being. Wonbin seemed to notice, leaning in as his lips brush Anton’s. “Don’t worry, you feel so good.” He murmured with a smirk before sealing their mouths together again.
The kiss turned sloppy quickly, all teeth and wet. Wonbin wrapped his arms around Anton’s neck, pulling him closer—if that was even possible, with Anton desperately gripping at his waist.
Anton’s hands slid under Wonbin’s hoodie, fingers tracing the dip of his spine, and Wonbin shuddered against him. The moment Anton’s fingertips brushed bare skin, Wonbin arched into the touch with a soft gasp, lips parting against Anton’s. “Chanyoung-ah,” he breathed, voice already wrecked, and Anton could feel the vibration of it against his own lips.
Wonbin then suddenly tugged at Anton’s forearm. “We— Can we go to bed?” He looked adorable while asking, his plump lips swollen from kissing and eyes slightly dazed. Anton nodded quickly, standing up with Wonbin still clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist.
The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, and Anton barely had time to register the softness of the mattress before Wonbin was pulling him down eagerly. “Chanyoungie,” he murmured, fingers mapping over Anton’s body.
Anton’s fingers dug into Wonbin’s hips as he flipped them over, pressing his boyfriend into the mattress with a sudden, possessive hunger that surprised even himself. Wonbin squealed at the sudden shift. “You tease me so much, hyung. But don’t act like you’re not just as desperate,” Anton murmured against Wonbin’s throat.
Wonbin whined, half embarrassed, half desperate. His fingers tugged at Anton’s hair, not pulling, just wanting him closer. Anton grinned, leaning in to kiss Wonbin again—just gently this time.
Anton’s fingers trembled slightly as they slid beneath Wonbin’s hoodie, pushing it up inch by inch before removing it fully, revealing skin flushed pink with anticipation. Wonbin arched beneath him, his breath hitching when Anton’s lips trailed down his neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin. “Chanyoung-ah,” Wonbin whispered, fingers tightening in Anton’s hair, “you—ah—you’ve never done this before, right?”
Anton hesitated, his lips still pressed to Wonbin’s collarbone. He could lie, could pretend he knew exactly what he was doing, but he knew Wonbin would see right through him. “No,” he admitted, voice rough. “But I’ve thought about it.”
Wonbin raised an eyebrow at that. “Really?” Anton could feel the heat creeping up his neck as Wonbin stared at him, that teasing glint in his eyes making his stomach twist. “Yeah,” he muttered while his fingers curled against Wonbin’s bare waist. “Stop teasing. You must’ve thought about it too.”
“I didn’t say I hadn’t thought about it.” Wonbin smiled, pulling Anton closer again to peck his lips— the atmosphere suddenly softer compared to just moments ago. His fingers found Anton’s shirt, tugging at it. “I want to see you too..” Wonbin mumbled shyly.
Anton hummed and peeled his own shirt off, and Wonbin found himself staring—Anton’s shoulders were broader than his, his stomach taut with lean muscle, his skin slightly flushed already.
Anton’s breath stuttered when Wonbin guided his hand beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, his fingers brushing against soft skin and the sharp jut of Wonbin’s hipbone. He swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of every inch of Wonbin sprawled beneath him so beautifully.
“Hyung, I’m nervous,” Anton mumbled just as he pulled Wonbin’s sweatpants down past his hips, revealing the flushed skin underneath. His hands hovered uncertainly, before wrapping his hand around Wonbin’s cock.
“It’s okay—” Wonbin gasped at the sudden contact, his hips jerking up instinctively into Anton’s grip. It wasn’t new, he had done this before, but Anton’s hand was so much larger than his own and it felt so different.
Anton’s grip tightened around him, his thumb swiping over the slickness already beading at the tip, and Wonbin’s back arched off the mattress with a broken whimper.
Anton watched Wonbin’s face and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re so wet already, hyung,” he mumbled and Wonbin groaned, hiding his face behind his hands. Anton leaned down, pressing his lips against Wonbin’s knuckles, coaxing his hands away. “Don’t hide,” he murmured as he tightened his grip just slightly enough to pull another whimper from Wonbin’s lips.
Wonbin’s fingers trembled against Anton’s wrist, his breath coming in short bursts as he slowly guided Anton’s hand away from his own arousal. “Wait— Chanyoung-ah,” he murmured, voice cracking with want, “I want to see you too.” His palm pressed flat against Anton’s stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans with a shy insistence.
Anton hesitated for only a second before shucking off his jeans, the fabric catching briefly on the prominent bulge straining against his briefs. Wonbin’s breath audibly hitched when Anton finally pushed them down, his cock springing free—thick and flushed dark with arousal, the tip already glistening.
Wonbin’s lips parted, his gaze darting between Anton’s face and his erection with an expression caught between awe and nervous anticipation. “Oh,” he breathed out. His fingers twitched against the sheets like he wanted to touch but wasn’t sure how to.
Anton tensed up. He reached for Wonbin’s hand, eventually deciding to hold his pinky finger. “Hyung, is something wrong?” He asked, his brows furrowing with worry.
Wonbin swallowed nervously. It wasn’t that Wonbin himself was small, he knew he wasn’t, but Anton was—well, he was big. Not that Wonbin hadn’t noticed before, in fleeting glimpses through fabric or the occasional brush of skin. But seeing him like this was so different, fully exposed and straining against the humid air between them. It made his stomach flip. The head was flushed a deep, almost ruddy pink, the shaft thick enough that Wonbin’s fingers twitched with the sudden thought of how it would feel stretching him open.
Wonbin’s fingers twitched before finally curling around Anton’s cock, his grip unsure at first, then firmer as he stroked experimentally. Anton groaned, hips jerking forward into the touch. “It’s just—“ Wonbin breathed out. “Has anyone ever told you you have a really big dick?”
Anton choked out a laugh that dissolved into a groan as Wonbin’s thumb swiped over his slit, spreading the slickness there. “No,” he admitted, his voice strained, “but hyung saying it—” His hips bucked forward again, chasing the heat of Wonbin’s grip. “Fuck, that’s— you can’t just say shit like that.”
Wonbin’s answering smile was all teeth, his fingers tightening just enough to make Anton’s thighs tremble. “Why not?” he murmured, shifting closer until their hips brushed, their erections sliding together in a slow, filthy drag that had both of them gasping.
“Ah— it’s just the truth,” Wonbin breathed, his cheeks flushing darker as Anton’s cock twitched in his hand, hot and heavy against his palm. He bit his lip, eyes flickering down between their bodies.
“Hyung, you.. your dick is so pretty,” Anton murmured suddenly, his voice rough with arousal as his gaze dropped between them. His fingers traced the flushed length of Wonbin’s cock, feather-light and reverent, before wrapping around both of them in one trembling hand.
Wonbin flushed at Anton’s words and his eyes widened at the sight of both of them fitting into Anton’s palm, his cock nestled snugly against Anton’s thicker length. The friction was dizzying and Wonbin’s thighs trembled as he instinctively arched into the touch. “Ch-Chanyoung,” he stammered, his free hand scrabbling for purchase against the sheets.
Anton hesitated before letting go of Wonbin’s cock reluctantly, like peeling himself away was physically painful. Their clothes were now fully off, so he leaned down eagerly, pressing Wonbin into the mattress with the full weight of his body, their bare chests brushing together. “Hyung, do you have lube?”
Wonbin felt exposed—completely naked underneath his boyfriend. He wondered what Anton thought of him right now. He wondered if Anton felt just as nervous as he did and if he wanted it just as much as well.
Wonbin’s breath hitched as Anton’s question hung in the air between them. He nodded quickly, his fingers digging into Anton’s shoulders as he twisted toward the nightstand, fumbling for the drawer handle. The lube clattered onto the sheets when he finally grabbed it, his hands shaking too much to hold it properly.
Anton frowned as he looked at Wonbin’s shaking hands before reaching for the lube. It was strawberry scented—something he would tease Wonbin for later, because right now it wasn’t the time. “Hyung, is something wrong?”
Wonbin’s pulse hammered in his throat, his fingers twisting nervously in the sheets as Anton uncapped the lube with a soft sound. “I just—” His voice cracked, the words tangling on his tongue. “I’ve never done this before.” The admission spilled out in a rush. Wonbin felt his face flush in embarrassment.
Anton looked up sharply, the lube bottle freezing mid-squeeze. His gaze softened immediately with that look he only ever reserved for Wonbin. “Neither have I,” he admitted. He leaned in to peck Wonbin’s lips gently. “It’s fine to be nervous, hyung. I am too. But we’ll figure it out together. You can tell me to stop anytime, okay?”
Wonbin nodded, still nervous but grateful for Anton’s reassurance. He hesitantly spread his legs wider, feeling exposed in a way that made his skin tingle. Anton’s breath hitched at the sight, his fingers trembling as he slicked them with lube, the scent of strawberries faint between them.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Anton murmured, pressing a kiss to Wonbin’s inner thigh before his finger brushed against him. Wonbin gasped, hips jerking instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation. The lube was still slightly cold, but Anton’s finger was warm.
Anton’s fingertip circled Wonbin’s entrance before pressing in with gentleness that belied the tension in his shoulders. Wonbin’s breath stuttered, his fingers scrabbling at Anton’s forearm, needing something to cling onto.
“Hyung, is it okay?” Anton murmured against Wonbin’s thigh, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. Wonbin nodded jerkily, his hips twitching as Anton’s finger slid deeper until the knuckle pressed snugly against him. The stretch burned, just enough to make Wonbin’s toes curl, but beneath it was something else, a warmth that coiled tight in his stomach.
Anton’s finger curled experimentally inside Wonbin, and the choked gasp that punched out of Wonbin’s throat made his own cock twitch against the sheets. “There?” Anton murmured, watching the way Wonbin’s entire body jerked when he crooked his finger just right.
“A-Again, please Chanyoung—” Wonbin begged as Anton added a second finger alongside the first, pressing in with slow precision that made Wonbin’s thighs tremble. The stretch was sharper this time, pulling a bitten-off whimper from Wonbin’s throat, his fingers tightening around Anton’s wrist like he was afraid he would disappear if he let go.
Anton watched the way Wonbin’s hips jerked helplessly when he scissored his fingers apart, the tight heat of him fluttering around the intrusion. “Fuck, hyung,” Anton breathed, his own cock throbbing against his thigh at the sight. “You— you look so pretty like this,” he praised, watching the way Wonbin’s lashes fluttered when he twisted his fingers just slightly deeper.
Anton’s fingers stilled inside Wonbin, pressing deep as he leaned up to capture Wonbin’s lips in a messy kiss. Wonbin moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled and desperate, his hips lifting up to chase the pressure. “Chanyoung—“ he gasped when Anton pulled away, his fingers twisting just right, sending sparks up Wonbin’s spine. “Ah— more, please—“
Anton swallowed hard, his free hand gripping Wonbin’s hip as he pressed a third finger alongside the others, stretching him open with agonizing slowness. “I’ll give you everything you want, hyung. Just like that, yeah?” Anton murmured lowly. Wonbin’s breath hitched, his back arching off the mattress as he clenched around the intrusion, his thighs trembling violently.
Wonbin’s nails dug into Anton’s shoulders when the third finger finally sank in fully, his body arching off the mattress with a strangled moan. “Ah— Chanyoung-ah, it’s—” His words dissolved into a shuddering gasp as Anton crooked his fingers just so, brushing against that spot that made white flash behind Wonbin’s eyelids.
“Feels good, hyung?” Anton murmured against Wonbin’s thigh, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there as his fingers worked him open with slow, deliberate strokes. Wonbin could only nod frantically.
Anton’s fingers twisted deeper, pressing relentlessly against that tender spot until Wonbin was writhing, his thighs shaking with each deliberate thrust. “Please—” Wonbin gasped, his voice breaking as his hips jerked up into the touch. “Chanyoung, please— I can’t—” His words dissolved into a choked whine when Anton suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving Wonbin clenching around nothing.
Anton reached for the lube bottle again, only realizing the absence of a condom just now. He wondered if Wonbin even kept condoms at home—for whenever this would have happened.
“Hyung, condom?” Anton’s voice was rough as he glanced between the lube bottle and Wonbin’s flushed face, his fingers twitching against Wonbin’s hipbone.
Wonbin’s fingers tightened around Anton’s wrist before he could reach for the nightstand again. But he turned back almost immediately. “I— it’s okay— I want you like this.” He stammered nervously.
Anton froze, his fingers still slick with lube hovering just above Wonbin’s hip. The raw admission sent a jolt through him—half disbelief, half anticipation.
Anton’s breath stuttered, his grip tightening on Wonbin’s hips. His throat clicked as he swallowed hard. “Are you sure?” The words came out hoarse, almost desperate, like he couldn’t quite believe what Wonbin was asking for.
Wonbin nodded, his fingers tracing nervous patterns along Anton’s forearm. “Yeah,” he whispered, voice cracking just slightly. “I trust you.” The words hung between them, heavy with something unspoken, and Anton felt his chest tighten.
“Okay.” Anton exhaled sharply, his fingers trembling as he slicked himself with lube, the scent of strawberries mingling with the sharp tang of anticipation. Wonbin watched him with wide, dark eyes—the flush on his cheeks deepening when Anton’s cock twitched under his own touch. “Hyung,” Anton murmured, voice wrecked already, “tell me if it’s too much.”
Wonbin bit his lip, nodding as Anton positioned himself between his thighs. The first press of Anton’s cock against him was electric, the heat of it searing even before penetration. Anton pushed in very carefully. He groaned, his forehead dropping to Wonbin’s shoulder before he heard Wonbin hiss.
He looked at Wonbin worriedly. His boyfriend was visibly in discomfort. “Hyung, are you okay?” Anton murmured as he pressed a kiss to Wonbin’s cheek.
“Y-Yeah just—“ Wonbin’s eyebrows furrowed, overwhelmed at the unusual feeling. “Are you— are you inside already?” His voice cracked, fingers digging into Anton’s shoulders. Anton froze, his breath hot against Wonbin’s collarbone before glancing down.
“No, hyung,” Anton admitted with a strained laugh, his fingers tightening around Wonbin’s thigh. “Just the tip.”
The admission made Wonbin’s stomach flip, his hips jerking instinctively at the realization—Anton was barely even inside him yet and already the stretch burned so much. Wonbin whined, high and embarrassed, hiding his face in Anton’s neck.
Anton couldn’t help but grin at the way Wonbin squirmed beneath him, his face still buried against Anton’s shoulder. The older boy’s embarrassment was palpable—his breath hitched with every slight shift of Anton’s hips, the stretch still unfamiliar and overwhelming.
“Look at me, hyung,” Anton murmured, pressing a kiss to Wonbin’s temple. When Wonbin shook his head stubbornly, Anton chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. “You’re so cute like this.”
He moved carefully and slowly, giving Wonbin time to adjust, savoring every tiny gasp and tremble beneath him. The heat of Wonbin’s body was intoxicating, and Anton had to clench his jaw to keep from thrusting forward too eagerly.
Anton finally bottomed out with a ragged groan, his hips flush against Wonbin’s thighs, the heat between them almost unbearable. Wonbin’s breath caught sharply—his entire body went rigid for a moment, fingers scrabbling at Anton’s back like he wasn’t sure whether to push him away or pull him closer.
Anton’s skin was slick with sweat and trembling with the effort of staying still. He wanted to move so bad. Wanted to have Wonbin just like this. “Hyung, does it hurt?”
Wonbin shook his head quickly, though his fingers dug into Anton’s shoulders hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents. “N-No,” he gasped. Anton noticed his voice was thin and shaky. “Just— just give me a second.” Anton nodded, pressing his forehead against Wonbin’s, their breaths mingling in the humid space between them.
“You’re so tight, hyung. Feels so good,” Anton murmured before pressing a kiss to Wonbin’s mouth. Wonbin’s face flushed in embarrassment.
The stretch was overwhelming, but beneath the initial discomfort, Wonbin could feel something else. It was a slow, building pressure that coiled tight in his stomach.
He shifted experimentally, his hips lifting just slightly, and the gasp that tore from his throat startled them both. Anton groaned at the movement, his fingers digging into Wonbin’s hips as he fought to stay still. “Fuck— hyung, don’t move like that—” His voice cracked, the words dissolving into an exhale as Wonbin clenched around him involuntarily.
Wonbin’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Anton’s hair as he tilted his hips again, testing the way Anton’s cock dragged inside him. The sensation was sharper this time, less foreign, with the initial sting turning into something hotter, deeper.
“Chanyoungie,” he whispered, his voice wrecked, “you can move now.”
Anton didn’t need to be told twice. His hips jerked forward instinctively, his thrust shallow at first, hesitant. Wonbin’s breath stuttered, his thighs trembling as Anton pulled almost all the way out before pressing back in with deliberate slowness.
“Hyung,” Anton’s restraint snapped suddenly—his voice guttural, fingers digging into Wonbin’s hips hard enough to bruise as he snapped his hips forward with a roughness that hadn’t been there before.
Wonbin’s entire body arched off the mattress with a startled cry, his voice pitching high and desperate as Anton’s thrusts lost their careful rhythm. The sudden roughness tore the breath from his lungs—every snap of Anton’s hips sent sparks shooting up his spine, his cock twitching untouched between them.
“Ah— Chanyoung, wait!” Wonbin gasped, the plea dissolved into a broken moan, making Anton pause mid-thrust.
Anton froze instantly, his breath ragged against Wonbin’s throat. “Too much?” he panted, voice strained with the effort of holding still. Wonbin shook his head frantically, his fingers tightening in Anton’s hair.
“N-No, just—” Wonbin’s hips jerked involuntarily, his thighs trembling as Anton’s cock twitched inside him. Anton carefully continues in a slow pace. “Too good,” he admitted quietly, the words muffled against Anton’s collarbone where he’d buried his flushed face. “Feels like—ah—like you’re everywhere.”
Anton groaned, his fingers flexing against Wonbin’s waist before he dragged him closer, rolling his hips slowly. “Yeah?” he breathed, watching the way Wonbin’s eyelashes fluttered at the sensation. “Where else do you want me, hyung?”
Wonbin’s response dissolved into a shuddering moan as Anton’s hips rolled again, the slow drag of his cock inside him was addicting. The stretch still burned, but the heat of it had shifted—sharpened into something deeper, more insistent.
Wonbin’s fingers scrabbled at Anton’s back, his nails leaving faint red trails as he tried to pull him impossibly closer. “H-Here,” he gasped, guiding Anton’s hand between their bodies, his own cock twitching untouched. “Touch me—please—”
“Oh baby,” Anton smiled as he wrapped his fingers around Wonbin’s cock, his grip slick with sweat and precum. Wonbin swore he felt something in his stomach at the pet name.
“Here?” His thumb swiped over the head, smearing the wetness there. Wonbin choked on a moan, his hips jerking up into the touch. Anton chuckled, his own thrusts stuttering as Wonbin clenched around him. “Hyung’s so greedy,” he murmured, his usual soft voice more deep now.
Anton’s voice cracked as his hips snapped forward, driving deeper than before, the wet slap of skin echoing in the humid space between them. “Fuck, hyung—” he groaned when Wonbin instinctively clenched around him. His fingers tightened around Wonbin’s cock in time with his thrust, stroking him in rough, uneven pulls that matched the frantic rhythm of their bodies.
“I thought about this so much,” he suddenly admitted, the words raw and breathless against Wonbin’s throat. His hips rolled forward with aching slowness, savoring every inch of heat wrapping around him.
“You have no idea, hyung,” Anton gasped, his thrusts growing uneven as Wonbin clenched around him even tighter. “How many times I— fuck— imagined this.” His fingers dug into Wonbin’s waist, the pressure just shy of painful, grounding them both as he rolled his hips in a slow, filthy rhythm. “You feel— fuck— so good, hyung. So tight for me.”
Wonbin shuddered beneath him, his thighs trembling as Anton’s cock dragged against that spot inside him with every thrust. The praise sent heat crawling up his neck—Anton’s voice, usually so soft, now rough with arousal, telling him how tight he was, how good he took him. “K-Keep talking,” Wonbin managed to mumble out.
Wonbin wondered how he got so lucky. Anton was gorgeous—his dark lashes fluttering against his flushed cheeks as he gasped with each thrust. The way his muscles tensed under Wonbin’s fingertips, the sweat-slick skin that Wonbin couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop admiring.
“Yeah, hyung? Do you— do you like it?” Anton whispered into his ear. Wonbin shivered—the younger boy’s usual soft voice was now replaced by a sultry tone, which almost felt unbelievable. “You take me so well, hyung. You feel so good, fuck—”
Wonbin’s face flushed at the praise, the redness going down further to his neck. He had pulled his hands away from Anton, which now laid besides his head as Anton fucked him. Wonbin stared at his face—his boyfriend’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he panted.
“Hyung, why don’t you say something too? Am I— am I doing it right?” Anton’s voice came out suddenly shaky compared to just moments before.
Wonbin smiled, finding Anton adorable like this. His boyfriend wanted to do a good job at fucking him, wanted to be praised as well. Wonbin wrapped his arms around Anton’s neck, pulling him closer.
“Hmm, what do you want me to say?” He teased. “You’re fucking hyung so good, Chanyoungie. You’re so big—”
Anton interrupted him by kissing him roughly with a groan, their tongues sliding together messily. His hips stuttered and Wonbin could feel it inside himself.
Wonbin couldn’t tear his eyes away—not when Anton’s sweat-slicked biceps flexed with each thrust, not when his abs tightened as he fought to keep his rhythm steady. His eyes darted everywhere—from Anton’s face to his body.
The moment Anton’s thumb swiped roughly over the head of Wonbin’s cock again, he arched off the mattress with a strangled cry, his thighs clamping around Anton’s hips.
“I-I’m gonna—” Wonbin’s entire body seized when Anton’s thumb pressed down against the sensitive ridge beneath his cockhead. A ragged cry tore from his throat as his orgasm ripped through him, his hips jerking uncontrollably into Anton’s fist while he spilled between their stomachs.
Anton groaned at the sight, his own thrusts turning sloppy as Wonbin clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, his thighs trembling violently. “Fuck— hyung, you feel—” His voice cracked, fingers digging into Wonbin’s hips as he fucked him through the aftershocks. “Wish I could— could fucking breed you like this,” he panted, hips stuttering against Wonbin’s ass, the words spilling out unfiltered.
Wonbin’s breath hitched and his eyes widened at his boyfriend’s words. His oversensitive body jolted at the crude admission, but the filthy promise sent another spark of heat curling low in his gut despite just having come. Anton’s lips crashed against his, swallowing his whimper as he went even deeper, chasing his own release now with desperate, uneven thrusts. “Want you full of me,” Anton gasped against his mouth, the words slurred with pleasure. “Want you— fuck— want you to take all of it.”
Wonbin whimpered, his legs tightening around Anton’s waist instinctively, pulling him impossibly closer as if he could fuse them together. The thought of it—Anton filling him, marking him so completely—it made his cock twitch weakly between them. “Ch-Chanyoung, please—” Wonbin whimpered, which made Anton’s rhythm falter, his hips jerking forward with a ragged groan as he buried himself to the hilt, his release spilling hot inside Wonbin in thick pulses.
Wonbin shuddered at the warmth spreading inside him. He was surprised, but it felt good, his hazy eyes widening before blinking. Wonbin’s plump lips parted before a soft whimper escaped from his mouth. Anton’s breath was hot against his neck as he rode out the last waves of pleasure. Anton slumped against him, his weight a comforting press, his lips brushing lazy, reverent kisses along Wonbin’s collarbone. “Hyung,” he murmured, voice wrecked but tender now, fingers tracing idle patterns over Wonbin’s hipbone. “You okay?”
Wonbin nodded, his face suddenly burning as the weight of what they’d just done crashed over him. Anton was still inside him—softening now, but the slightest shift of their bodies made him hyperaware of the slick warmth clinging between them. His hands fluttered awkwardly near Anton’s shoulders, unsure where to settle now that the frantic heat had faded.
“I, um—” Wonbin’s voice cracked, his throat dry. The sheets rustled as he tried to squirm away, but Anton’s hips pinned him gently, trapping him in place.
Anton chuckled, breath warm against Wonbin’s damp temple. “Shy now, hyung?” His thumb brushed Wonbin’s hipbone where his grip had left faint marks, his tone unbearably fond. “After begging so prettily for my cock?”
Wonbin’s breath hitched at Anton’s teasing, his fingers curling into the sheets as he turned his face away, hiding behind the messy strands of his hair. “Shut up,” he mumbled, but there was no real bite to it—just his own embarrassment that made Anton grin against his skin.
Anton shifted carefully, withdrawing from Wonbin with a soft hiss as they both shuddered at the sensation. The warmth between them spilled onto the sheets, sticky and intimate, and Wonbin instinctively squeezed his thighs together, face burning. He suddenly felt embarrassed—but he had also realized he liked it a lot when Anton filled him up.
Wonbin had thought of it before, but it was so much better than he had expected. Anton was hot, surely everyone knew that, but the contrast between his roughness and now his care for Wonbin at the same time—it made Wonbin dizzy.
Anton hovered over him, gaze tracing over Wonbin’s flushed chest. His fingers lingered on Wonbin’s collarbone before dragging lower, through the mess cooling on his stomach. “You okay?” he murmured again, quieter this time, his thumb brushing Wonbin’s hipbone.
Wonbin swallowed hard, nodding jerkily before smiling shyly. “Y-Yeah,” he managed, voice thin. “It was.. really good, Chanyoungie,” he slurred out, suddenly a bit sleepy, his body boneless against the sheets. Anton smiled before pressing a kiss to Wonbin’s head. “Yeah, it was.”
Anton reached for the tissues on the nightstand with one arm still draped heavily over Wonbin’s waist, unwilling to let go even just for a second. The crinkle of paper sounded loud in the quiet room as he clumsily tore a few sheets free, his fingers brushing Wonbin’s stomach with such tenderness.
“Let me clean you up, hyung,” Anton murmured. Wonbin just nodded, too sleepy to form a response. The first swipe of tissue over Wonbin’s flushed skin made him twitch. He felt overstimulated and suddenly shy again. His breath hitched when Anton’s thumb lingered at his hipbone.
“Lift up for me,” Anton murmured against Wonbin’s temple, nudging his thighs apart with a knee when Wonbin hesitated. The damp tissue pressed between his legs drew a startled gasp from Wonbin, his fingers tightening in the sheets as Anton cleaned him with slow, careful strokes. The intimacy of it burned hotter than the sex somehow—Anton’s brow furrowed in concentration, his touch careful as he wiped away the evidence of their coupling, pausing whenever Wonbin tensed.
Anton discarded the last soiled tissue into the trashcan next to the nightstand before gathering Wonbin against his chest. Wonbin’s exhale shuddered against Anton’s collarbone when fingers carded through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead with absentminded gentleness.
“Does it hurt?” Anton asked suddenly. There was a slight ache in his body but Wonbin shook his head and lifted his head to look up at Anton. Anton cupped his face and kissed him softly. Wonbin sighed happily and smiled into the kiss. He adored how sweet Anton was being with him after their intimacy.
“You did such a good job, hyung. Took everything I gave you.” Wonbin’s breath hitched, suddenly feeling nervous as if he was reminded once again of what they had just done. “Really..” he mumbled shyly, making Anton chuckle. Anton hummed, his lips pressing to Wonbin’s temple. “Of course, hyung.”
Wonbin closed his eyes, feeling content now. His drowsiness took over him, until Anton’s voice came out softly from above him.
“Hyung?”
“Yeah?” Wonbin responded sleepily.
“I love you.”
Wonbin smiled and his cheeks flushed, nuzzling further into Anton’s chest. His fingers traced idle circles over Anton’s ribs, memorizing the way his chest rose and fell with each breath. And Wonbin thought, he wouldn’t have it any other way, because with Anton, he felt at ease.
“I love you too, Chanyoung.”