Work Text:
[ beom ] : finished my exams for the day :P going back home now
[ beom ] : hope work is going well hyung
“Yah, Suho,” Baku begins, jumping on the man from behind. “Who’re you texting? They’ve got you blushing like a schoolgirl.”
“Nobody,” Suho grumbles, typing out something quickly as he keeps his eyes on Baku.
[ suho ] : Did you do good sweetheart? Im sure you did
[ beom ] : i think so but now im sooo tired :(
[ beom ] : [image attached]
The photo isn’t anything special, just a picture of Beomseok standing in his bathroom mirror. He’s wearing Suho’s hoodie and his large glasses, showing off his tired expression as one hand — covered by the hoodie sleeve — cradles his face.
Still, Suho smiles. His boy is beautiful, truly, even with how sleep deprived he clearly is. His face turns a soft shade of red as he saves the photo to his camera roll.
[ suho ] : Adorable
[ beom ] : im gonna change clothes !! brb hyung
[ suho ] : Alright baby, love you
[ beom ] : love you too <3
“Hyung! You’re smiling too much,” Baku pouts, tapping Suho’s cheek teasingly, “let me see, I want to smile too.”
“No.”
The day is typical for Suho, with flirty yet delirious patients and nagging yet lovely coworkers. He waits for his phone to buzz in the pocket of his scrubs, eager to entertain the younger boy between cases.
[ beom ] : [image attached]
It’s cute. Only the upper half of Beomseok’s face shows, glasses now off and hair succumbing to its natural waviness. The faintest of freckles are visible and his brown eyes are slightly crinkled from his smile.
Another image sends as Suho saves the first. This one is another mirror picture, showing Beomseok’s bare shoulders and up. There’s something hanging from one shoulder, but Suho can’t make out what piece of clothing that is.
[ beom ] : miss you hyung :(
[ beom ] : i wish you could come home
[ suho ] : Soon baby
[ suho ] : just another few hours
The text bubble pops up and goes away a few times. Suho’s about to tuck his phone into his pocket when it vibrates in his hand.
[ beom ] : let me see you hyung
[ beom ] : please?
Although the vibe is shifting, Suho stays unaware. He takes a quick picture of the upper half of his face, winking into the camera. A few of his stray grey hairs stick out slightly due to his constant fidgeting.
[ suho ] : Does that help?
Beomseok’s typing bubble continues to show up and disappear.
[ beom ] : not good enough hyung
[ beom ] : [image attached]
The next picture is Beomseok’s collarbone, with his jaw and throat visible as well. There’s a very faint hickey near the collarbone itself from Suho days ago, only standing out because the man knows where to look.
Admittedly, Suho loses his breath for a moment.
[ beom ] : does hyung think i look pretty?
[ beom ] : [image attached]
A picture angled to show Beomseok’s face and body — he’s in nothing except black lace panties and Suho’s goddamn work jacket that reads Dr. Ahn. The scars on his chest, as well as the dim hickeys from nights ago, litter his torso as one hand touches his body.
[ beom ] : [image attached]
Suho has to look around before reopening their chat; Beomseok’s getting risky and Suho knows his lover — Beomseok will only keep going further.
Another mirror picture. Beomseok sits in front of a full body mirror, legs bent and spread and the hand not holding his phone is tracing where the panties cover his cunt. He has a smug smile on his face and is biting down on the collar of the labcoat.
[ suho ] : Sweetheart you’re gorgeous
[ suho ] : I’ll be home soon I promise
[ suho ] : Can you wait for me?
[ beom ] : i don’t wanna wait hyung :(
Suho lets out a shaky breath as the next text comes in.
[ beom ] : i want you inside me
[ beom ] : see how tight i am? ^^
Fuck. The next picture is just Beomseok’s pussy with the lace panties pulled to the side to show off his cunt properly. He’s wet, slick shining in the light, and his t-dick is prominent — Beomseok toys with it in the photo.
“Yah, Suho!”
The man fumbles to turn off his phone after saving the photo, turning to face Baku while positioning himself to cover his boner.
“Why are you being so secretive? Are you still texting your boyfriend?”
“I-”
Baku, the ever vigilant annoyance, gasps. “You guys are sexting! On the clock, Suho?”
“It’s not-”
Suho doesn’t get to finish stammering his sentence before Baku grabs him by the wrist and drags him into an abandoned wing.
“Beomie knows you’re at work,” Baku pouts, “how cruel, doesn’t he know you’re old? You’ll croak if he sends you something in public.”
“Humin…” he groans, covering his face with one hand.
Baku beams, however. “Let me help you photograph yourself, Suho.”
“…you want to help me take nudes to send to my boyfriend while I’m at work?”
A shrug. “Sure! We’re friends, and I know you’re probably depriving our sweet little Beomseok right now.”
“Our?”
Baku frowns. “Mostly yours.”
“I’m not taking pictures of my dick at work.”
The other man gives a thumbs down. “Well, you’re hard — don’t give me that look, it’s so obvious — so please don’t go back out there in this condition.”
Suho’s phone vibrates again.
A picture once more, another mirror one. The hand not holding Beomseok’s phone is pressed against his pussy, spreading his folds — the contrast of his painted black nails against the soft pink makes Suho feel utterly insane. He’s biting his bottom lip, eyes wound shut.
[ beom ] : it’s not enough
A video this time. Before he can think, he taps the play button.
“Ah, hyung-”
The video is Beomseok from a mirror view again, bouncing on a thick toy and touching along his body with the free hand.
Although Suho is quick to close it, not realizing that his volume was up just enough for Baku to hear the audio, the man in front of him seems amused.
“I’m never calling you hyung again,” he snorts, “but, uh…”
Baku’s gaze flickers down.
“You should take my jacket and leave for the day. Call it a family emergency or something.”
“Huh-”
Suho glances down to whatever is making Baku cover up a laugh; he notices a wet patch and realizes he came just from the fucking video.
The other man shrugs off his coat and hands it over. “Just tie this around your waist, man.”
Suho begrudgingly does as he’s told, thoroughly embarrassed. “I’m not usually like this-”
“You are,” he counters, “I can tell. But Beomseok is adorable, so I can see why.”
That earns him a nasty glare as Suho ties the Dr. Baku coat around his waist, shifting it perfectly to make sure his mess is covered.
He does end up using the family emergency excuse. As he makes his way to his car, Beomseok continues to idly text him; the boy keeps teasing, unaware that his lover has broken down and is on the way.
[ beom ] : want you so bad it hurts :(
Suho sighs, finding the scene almost adorable — even when desperate and horny, he’s able to acknowledge the level of trust and safety that’s between the two for Beomseok to feel comfortable enough to act like this. It makes Suho smile as he pulls into their driveway, eagerly climbing out of the car and heading inside.
“Beomie,” he calls out, kicking off his shoes, “I’m home early.”
Footsteps approach quickly and Beomseok, once within view, stares at Suho with furrowed brows.
“I thought you worked for another few hours, hyung.”
Suho chuckles. “Family emergency.”
Beomseok’s cheeks redden, the implication of him being family flustering him more than it should. Minji calls him papa, he knows that he’s Suho’s family now — still, the casual acknowledgement is something that makes him spiral in a good way.
The boy is still in Suho’s coat and a pair of black lace panties, the fabric sticking to his cunt from the slick spilling from his hole.
“You look…” Suho hums, “really good, baby. Really good.”
Beomseok’s smile turns wicked fast.
“My name isn’t baby,” he pouts, tugging at the jacket to further expose the embroidered writing. “Can’t you read, hyung?”
Suho’s face heats up but he nods. His voice is shaky as he asks: “Dr. Ahn, then?”
“Mhm,” he purrs, stepping closer, “good boy — my hyung is so smart, isn’t he?”
Finally, Beomseok cradles Suho’s face and brushes a thumb along his bottom lip.
“Why are you wearing Baku’s jacket?”
“I-” Suho begins to stammer, undoing the tie that keeps it around his waist. He knows what Beomseok wants, even when his words aren’t completely direct. “Your video…”
Beomseok glances down with wide yet pleased eyes. “You came from my video? Ah, Suho… you shouldn’t touch yourself at work, hyung.”
“…I wasn’t touching myself.”
A pause. Beomseok grins, biting his bottom lip for a moment.
“Seems like a waste, though,” Beomseok sighs, “I think you should only cum inside me. Now I’m sad, hyung.”
Suho holds onto Beomseok’s waist, hands slipping through the coat in order to touch his bare skin. His expression is pathetic, and Beomseok knows he’s about to fully drop into some sort of subspace.
“I’m sorry, Beomie-”
“Dr. Ahn.”
His breath stutters but he nods. “I’m sorry, Dr. Ahn,” he whines, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
Beomseok hums. “I don’t know…” he begins, “do you deserve it?”
Suho’s eyes go wide; he nods quickly. “Yes,” he insists softly, “I do, I swear. I’m sorry for cumming without permission, Dr. Ahn-”
A whimper rips through his throat, tears finally beginning to form and gloss his eyes. He rests his forehead on Beomseok’s shoulder, breathing heavily.
“Dr. Ahn,” he cries softly, “please let me fuck you, I’ll be good.”
Beomseok strokes Suho’s hair. “I didn’t give you permission to cum earlier,” he recalls, “and you did anyway. So disobedient… and I’m supposed to trust that you’ll behave now?”
“I - I will,” he sobs, “baby, please-”
The younger boy roughly tugs Suho’s hair. “That’s not my name.”
“Dr. Ahn, please-”
His smile is morbidly sweet as he places a delicate kiss to Suho’s lips. It lingers for a moment, almost giving Suho enough time to melt into the affection before it’s ripped away.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he teases in a milky tone, voice dropping an octave, “and you’re lucky that I think your desperation is sexy.”
Beomseok intertwines their fingers, dragging the needy Suho to their shared bedroom. He settles onto the mattress, watching Suho try to restrain himself with doe eyes.
Suho’s first few steps towards the bed unguided are hesitant, but he finally reaches out to cradle Beomseok’s jaw and the younger boy’s breath catches — his expression is soft yet eager, hungry and devoted despite his brattiness.
The man turns his head to press a lingering kiss to Suho’s palm, taking his thumb into his mouth and allowing his tongue to trace the digit while he sucks lightly.
It’s maddening, and Suho’s remaining resolve is slipping away so fast. He’s torn between full submission and wanting to absolutely ruin Beomseok — either way, he gets to feel the boy’s soaked hole clench around him, he gets to hear his cries and gasps and moans; his role doesn’t matter as long as he’s rewarded with Beomseok’s pleasure.
As Suho drags his thumb away from Beomseok’s mouth, it grazes teeth and pulls at his bottom lip. The boy hums, half-lidded eyes begging for more.
“Can you keep the coat on when I fuck you?”
Beomseok nods eagerly, adjusting his position from being on his knees to now on his back.
Suho finally kneels on the bed, settling between Beomseok’s spread legs and just taking a moment to admire his lover. He drags his rough palms along Beomseok’s stomach, watching and feeling the way he tenses and quivers with anticipation.
“You’re taking your time,” Beomseok notes, voice simply a low whisper, “are you having trouble keeping up? I know you’re older, but-”
He’s shut up with a rough kiss, possessive and claiming in its nature. Suho tugs at his panties, maneuvering Beomseok so he can slip them off with ease. The fabric clings slightly to his cunt, dripping desperately.
“Suho,” he moans into his mouth, “I’m ready, okay? Don’t be gentle.”
The older man kisses along Beomseok’s throat, sucking and whining against the skin; as he does so, he takes off the scrub bottoms. Begrudgingly, he pulls away from Beomseok’s personal space to shrug off his top and boxers; Beomseok sits up on one elbow to reach out and gently drag his blunt nails down his length — he relishes in the shudder he receives.
Suho drags a trembling finger along Beomseok’s pussy, spreading the folds and smearing the slick while feeling his hole flutter slightly.
Finally, Suho presses the head against his entrance. Beomseok nearly sobs as he sinks inside the warm cavern, nearly slamming in all at once. His back arches beautifully and Suho leans down to kiss and nip at his jawline.
“Dr. Ahn,” he moans pathetically, “please, baby, can I move?”
Beomseok nods, tangling his fingers into Suho’s hair and gripping — his cunt drools down Suho’s cock, practically sucking him in more and more. Suho pulls out slightly and presses back in violently, rocking Beomseok along the plush mattress.
“Ah, hyung…” he moans, his free hand traveling down his torso and pressing gently when it reaches the slight bulge. “I can feel you in my stomach-”
His words cause Suho to twitch and throb inside of Beomseok, whimpering quietly into his ear.
“Look,” he gasps, throwing his head back as his eyes roll after spotting the bulge of Suho’s dick stretching him obscenely, “feels so fucking good, daddy-”
Ah.
Suho’s remaining composure has melted — he sinks as deep as he can into Beomseok’s cunt until he’s damn near bruising his cervix and cums hard. The hot and sticky substance floods his hole, with the man above him trembling and breathing heavily as he spills.
Although Beomseok’s resolve is thawing, his body overwhelmed and teetering the edge, he grins wickedly.
“I didn’t say you could do that, hyung.”
Still catching his breath, Suho whines. “I’m sorry, Dr. Ahn-”
Beomseok tuts, purposely clenching around his cock to further wreck Suho.
“Keep going, you’re not allowed to stop.”
Sniffling and whimpering from overstimulation, Suho obliges while hiding his face in the crook of Beomseok’s neck.
“Is it good, Dr. Ahn?”
Each slam into his tight hole has him gasping and crying out, squirming and hungry for more.
“Yeah-” he sobs, quickly becoming a blabbering and incoherent mess. Suho continues to wreck his cunt, the pleasure morphing into some sick and twisted — yet still, obsessively enjoyable — pain.
One final roll of Suho’s hips has Beomseok letting go, thighs instinctively squeezing together as he shakes violently. His cunt gushes, further soaking Suho’s dick and sliding down his ass onto the sheets.
Beomseok comes back down from his orgasm slowly, barely registering that Suho’s cleaning and redressing him.
After a long shower — one where Suho firstly insists that they should both wash up properly before succumbing to the fact that Beomseok just wants to stand and soak in the hot water and steam — and a quick change of the bedding, Suho pulls Beomseok into his arms.
“Do you need the medicine?”
Suho always keeps a strong pain reliever in their nightstand for particularly rough sessions where the couple disregard their physical limits. When Beomseok shakes his head tiredly, Suho kisses his temple.
“Let me know if that changes, sweetheart.”
Beomseok chuckles softly. “I love you,” he grumbles, words slurring together, “you didn’t have to leave work for me-”
“I wanted to,” he promises, a gentle whisper, “you’ve been stressing about this exam for so long, I think I should be allowed to come home and take care of you as a reward.”
The boy’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears, admiring Suho as if he hung the stars.
“I’m going to marry you once the law changes,” he mutters as if it were a threat.
Suho closes his eyes, tugging Beomseok closer. “You better.”