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It was a long day of warmth and comfort for Heeseung and Sunoo. The lovely couple had made the most of their free time together—going on a date at a park then stopping by at the local boutique to window shop for any clothes that piqued their interests. Then for dinner, Sunoo requested samgyeopsal.
The streetlights blink on overhead, casting long shadows across the pavement as the park empties. By the time 9 PM hits, the couple finally leaves the place and enters Heeseung’s car.
The drive back is filled with the same warmth of love as mellow songs play on the speaker, with Sunoo humming as Heeseung keeps one hand on the wheel and the other tapping rhythmically against his lover’s thigh.
At a red light, Sunoo reaches over and stills his fingers. "Thanks for taking me out today, Heeseung," he says as he looks at said person endearingly.
Heeseung smiles and turns up his palm to lace their fingers together until the light changes. “Work has been very hectic for you. You deserved to destress, my dear Sunny.”
Arriving at Sunoo's house, the place is dark except for the porch light. Heeseung parks right in front, then Sunoo leans over, pressing a quick kiss to Heeseung’s lip before unbuckling his seatbelt.
“Bye bye, Heeseung," Sunoo says, already opening the car door, but Heeseung pulls him back close with a clingy grab on the cheek.
Excitedly, Heeseung connects his lips with Sunoo again, this time initiating a deeper kiss, quickly feeling their tongues pressing against each other as his fingers creep up through his lover’s blonde hair. Sunoo lets out a squeal in surprise, but he lets it happen, until he notices Heeseung’s kiss starting to get hungrier a couple seconds later.
“Mmff— hey!” Sunoo pushes Heeseung off with a laugh. “So needy.”
Heeseung coyly wipes his lip. “Hehe, sorry… couldn’t help it.”
Sunoo only dismisses it with a playful scoff as he exits the car. Before turning to leave, he gives Heeseung a flying kiss through the rolled-down window. “Love ya, Heeseung.”
“Love you too!” Heeseung replies.
Heeseung waits until Sunoo makes it to his front door and goes inside before driving off.
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Minutes into Heeseung’s drive, his phone buzzes rhythmically in the cupholder of his door. Thinking it’s probably just from Sunoo who’s already missing him, he grins when he picks it up. Heeseung answers before the third ring. "Yes, my love—?”
“H-Hee! Heeseung, please— HELP! STOP! DON’T TOUCH ME—!”
And the line cuts dead immediately.
The following silence drones in Heeseung’s ear like an immediate warning. He attempts to call Sunoo back, but the request is left unanswered. Hurriedly, he makes a turn on an empty street and drives all the way back to Sunoo’s house.
It doesn’t take Heeseung long to arrive. The place’s porch light flickers when he slams the car door shut, sprinting up the front steps two at a time. The unlocked knob turns easily under his grip, and his panic grows more.
"Sunny?!” Heeseung’s voice cracks through the dark living room, but only the sound of crickets from outside greet back. He walks in, noticing that the place looked thrashed—cabinets opened, chairs misplaced, papers and wrappers everywhere. He immediately suspects the worst.
Without a second thought, he dashes up the stairs, footsteps echoing through heavy and hurried stomps. Heeseung nearly catches his foot on the last step before running straight for Sunoo’s bedroom.
He practically barges into the room, violently swinging the door open. Then he’s met with the sight of Sunoo struggling against three tall men, one locking an arm around his neck while the other two turn around to meet Heeseung’s gaze, barely visible from the scarce lighting.
“LET HIM GO!” Heeseung shouts. He lunges, catching the nearest assailant off-guard with a tackle that sends them both crashing into the dresser.
“Heeseung!” Sunoo cries out, struggling against the iron grip of the man restraining him. Helpless, he watches as Heeseung fights to hold off two attackers at once.
Someone grabs Heeseung from behind, fingers gripping onto the collar of his shirt. He twists violently, trying to break free, but the man yanks him back with brutal force, slamming him into a desk.
Air is knocked out of Heeseung’s lungs as his back rams against the hard material, impact painfully vibrating through his ribs. Sunoo screams, desperately calling out to his lover who clearly had no chance of winning this fight. He begs to them, “STOP! Please don’t hurt him!”
Heeseung scrambles to get back up, but a knee quickly presses onto his chest to keep him pinned. He bucks wildly, until the second man delivers a sharp blow to his face, stars bursting through Heeseung’s eyes as he sees white for a moment.
"HEESEUNG—!" Sunoo's cry cuts off with a gasp when the man behind him clasps a big hand over his mouth. One of the attackers smirks, before driving a fist this time into Heeseung’s stomach. The boy lets out a pained groan, and his body arches instinctively, but the men hold firm.
"Quiet down now,” one of the men orders, pulling out a sharp dagger from his pocket before he points it at Heeseung, close enough for the latter to recoil in fear. “I’ll stab you and this dumb bitch if you keep being difficult.”
Heeseung’s breath hitches, gaze darting past the man's shoulder to where Sunoo's fingers claw uselessly at the arm constricting his throat.
“This your best friend?” The tallest boy of the bunch asks, voice deep and mocking.
“He’s a pretty little thing,” Another man says. “Hot piece of ass we got here, Riki.”
Sunoo screams when he feels two pairs of hands attempt to rip his clothes off. Heeseung is unable to see clearly due to the room barely having any source of light, but by the way his lover yells out desperate protests, something primal snaps in his chest.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM!” Heeseung lifts one arm free and rakes his nails down his apprehender’s cheek. The man draws back with a curse, giving just enough time for Heeseung to twist away and drive his heel into the guy’s gut. His victory doesn’t last long, though. The attacker swings his dagger at Heeseung, and the tip of the blade grazes his cheek. Startled, Heeseung’s head snaps sideways from the pain before the man grabs him by the hair.
"Holy shit, you’re fucking annoying," the man spits, brutally slamming Heeseung's skull against the hard floor. Heeseung’s vision blurs and warmth fills his crown as he groans in pain.
Across the room, the sound of fabric and Sunoo’s helpless noises echo faintly. With a loud thud on the bed’s mattress, Sunoo calls out for Heeseung one last time before one of the attackers turns on his phone’s flashlight and aims it at his direction.
The men are silent for a few seconds, before breaking into a series ugly coos. "Look at that," the tallest one, Riki, chuckles. He swings the light back towards Heeseung, who is still blinking spots from his vision. "You keep calling this pretty bitch a he, but what we’re seeing right now is a real fucking cunt.”
"N-no, stop—" Heeseung rasps, still thrashing against the hands of the man pinning him down. “Please, don’t touch him!”
The man on top of Sunoo tsks. “Holy shit, Jay, shut him up.”
And so another sharp blow is delivered to Heeseung’s face right away, his grazed cheek spurting out a small strand of blood. The flashlight beam shifts back to Sunoo, illuminating his now naked body with only his sweater barely clinging to his shoulders. He covers his face in embarrassment.
Riki laughs. "This is the same person who dropped her off earlier, Sunghoon-hyung." He nudges Sunoo's knee with his shoe, making him flinch. "So this guy must be your boyfriend, huh?"
“P-please,” Sunoo gasps raggedly, “just leave us alone!”
The plea falls on deaf ears. The man above him—named Sunghoon, apparently—takes a firm hold of Sunoo’s two wrists before spreading his legs open with his knees. He almost salivates at the sight of Sunoo’s pussy before him. “Fuck, look at that, all shaved and smooth like a good little slut."
Sunoo flinches when the man slithers his fingers down his exposed entrance. His sobs choke off into a desperate cry. “N-NO! Please! Don’t touch me there—ah!”
Heeseung thinks he might just lose his shit at what he’s hearing. Despite the heavy weight of a man keeping him pinned to the cold floor, he tries to keep fighting. He snarls, shouting out curses and begging the men to leave Sunoo alone, but all he gets in return is another brutal punch to the face.
"Stay the fuck down, Romeo," Jay growls, tightly wrapping a hand around Heeseung’s throat then holding up the dagger. “Do something stupid again and I’ll stab your fucking neck.”
Riki puffs out a low whistle. “Damn, Sunghoon-hyung, save us some of that too." Then he leers down at Heeseung. "You wanna watch first? I bet your girlfriend's real vocal."
“Heeseung!” Sunoo cries out, before Sunghoon clamps a palm over his mouth, muffling his screams.
Heeseung, desperate to save his boyfriend, continues to buck around and protest despite Jay’s obvious threat from earlier. Frustrating the man, Jay presses his thumb hard on Heeseung’s esophagus before pulling him up and slamming his head onto the floor again with brute force. The impact of Heeseung’s crown hitting the tiled floor is concerningly loud. Vision now more fuzzy and disoriented, Heeseung feels as if he’s on the verge of blacking out at any given moment.
Sunoo‘s back arches off the bed when Sunghoon pushes two rough fingers inside his pussy without warning. The scream he lets out through Sunghoon’s palm is guttural, as the pain is almost unbearable.
“How fucking tight!” Sunghoon exclaims. He moves his fingers experimentally inside Sunoo’s warm cunt. "Your boyfriend here probably doesn’t do you much, huh?”
Jay turns his head, letting out a chortle with a similar-sounding mockery. “I definitely would’ve thought he’s sticking it in that hot little bitch day and night.”
“It’s either that, or he’s some fuckin’ limp-dick. You can’t have all the blessings,” Riki adds. More laughter erupts.
Sunghoon pushes his tongue against a cheek. “Don't worry, princess. Let me show you what it’s really like to have a good time,” He says with a devilish grin, peering down at Sunoo who weeps under him.
He pulls out his fingers, before shifting them to his belt which he quickly unbuckles and snaps off. Shuffling to get his pants undone, Sunoo makes weak attempts to push him off—to no avail.
Jay grabs a lightheaded Heeseung by the hair, yanking his head back until the latter sees what’s about to unfold. "Watch and learn,” Jay simply says.
"N-no," Heeseung rasps, blood running down his cheek and one of his nostrils, “please, don’t—“
Sunghoon lets out a faint laugh before aligning his already hard cock on Sunoo’s entrance. Without any consideration, he snaps his hips forward. A pained scream from Sunoo rips through the room, strangled halfway as his body literally spasms on the bed. More tears run down the boy’s cheeks, screaming, “NO! Stop— please— it HURTS!”
“Fuck,” Sunghoon gasps, almost in pure ecstasy. "Just what I expected. Your boyfriend really is useless.”
Heeseung's vision swims, in disbelief of what he’s barely seeing right now. Yet somehow, he couldn’t look away. His mouth opens in a strained motion, but no words come out, just a broken sound of defeat that both Jay and Riki find amusing.
Sunghoon’s hips stutter, breath hitching as he buries his face in Sunoo's neck with a growl. Sunoo sobs, legs trembling and toes curling in the air. Sunghoon leans down, licking a stripe up Sunoo's chest. "Tastes so sweet," he murmurs, then biting down on a nipple just to hear the pretty boy shriek.
Heeseung forces his voice to come out, shaking in shattered gasps. "Stop it— PLEASE!” His voice cracks at the last word.
Sunoo's cries hitches as his chest heaves violently. Despite knowing that Heeseung had little to no chance in saving him, he continues to call his name. “H-Heeseung—“
“Still thinking of your boyfriend even when you’re getting fucked this good by another man? What a sorry little bitch,” Sunghoon grunts. “I deserve some credit here too, beautiful.”
Ignoring Heeseung’s continuous pleas in the background like white noise, Riki hovers the light steadily above Sunoo as he fumbles with his own pants to pull out his growing hard-on.
“Tighter than your wife, hyung?” Riki smirks at Sunghoon.
“Haha, how’d you know? This slut’s about to snap my cock in half with how tight she’s clenching around it,” Sunghoon replies, pace growing more and more as he erratically pistons his hips against the blond.
Heeseung's ears sting at the disgusting remarks made towards his lover. For every move he tries to make, Jay makes him regret it instantly. The man’s fingers are still tightly grasping his head up by the hair, and Heeseung can’t bare to see this go any further.
With that, he speaks again, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "Stop, please— I’ll do anything! Just leave him alone!”
The flashlight beam swings wildly at Heeseung, making the boy jolt sideways from the brightness. Jay chuckles. “Oh yeah?”
Sunoo's pained sobs die down when Sunghoon suddenly stops his thrusts. The tall man shoots Heeseung a daring look. “Anything, you say? Should be a man of your word.”
With fingers still fixed tight on Heeseung’s hair, Jay stands up and wrenches the boy’s head back until his throat stretches. “Guess we oughta share the love, then,” Jay chuckles, unbuckling his pants with his free hand.
"Wait, wait— no—" Heeseung begs, voice worn out as Jay’s fingers transfer to his cheeks, squeezing them to force his jaw open. "Not—not like this, please—“
“Oh, shut it," Jay hisses before shoving forward without warning, the thick head of his clothed cock bumping against Heeseung's lips. "Don’t be a fucking pussy.”
Jay shamelessly smothers Heeseung face all over his hard bulge and Heeseung tries not to breathe. Annoyed, Jay throws the dagger off somewhere and quickly pulls out his cock from his boxers, sneering, “Open your fucking mouth. Now.”
Heeseung tries to say no, but the moment he opens his mouth, Jay’s thick member slides right in. The man’s fingers shift back to Heeseung’s hair to prevent him from pulling away.
The taste of salt floods Heeseung's mouth as Jay thrusts in with little to no restraint, gagging him instantly. Tears blur his vision, but he no longer hears Sunoo screaming and crying in pain. He whimpers in embarrassment when the flashlight beam shifts closer to focus on him.
"Fuck me," Sunghoon croons from a distance, pulling Sunoo’s head upward by the hair to let him witness the scene. "Look at that, your boyfriend's real pretty with his mouth full.”
Sunoo makes a horrified sound, shaking his head as he thrashes around under Sunghoon. The latter laughs, forcing Sunoo’s legs wider. "Can’t wait to fuck him like this, too."
“N-no! Don’t say that!” Sunoo implores, and it only amuses Sunghoon even more. The nasty sounds of slick and Heeseung’s gags continue to ring through their ears, igniting a deeper desire among the intruders.
Jay groans, rocking deeper into Heeseung's throat. The stretch burns for Heeseung, and his jaw ached. He had never done this before. He almost hyperventilates due to his evident inexperience.
"Breathe through your goddamn nose so you don’t faint on me," Jay instructs sternly, fingers curling tighter in Heeseung's hair. His hips stutter when Heeseung chokes deliciously. "Fuck, you’ve got potential."
Heeseung's nails scratch uselessly against the floor, afraid to even lay a finger on Jay. Tears and saliva run down his chin. He almost dies when Jay sheathes his entire length down his throat and keeps it buried there for a few agonizing seconds. An inhumane noise escapes Heeseung’s throat.
"Hold it," Jay demands, watching Heeseung’s entire posture shift as his hands fly up to grasp on the man’s legs. More seconds come, and Heeseung begins to desperately tap his fingers on Jay’s thigh.
Sunoo makes a wounded noise, cut off by Sunghoon’s palm as the man leans down to lick a big stripe up his throat. "Look at him," he murmurs against Sunoo's skin. "Taking it like a champ, not even fighting it anymore.”
Jay’s fingers loosen in Heeseung's hair, and the latter pulls himself away immediately, a string of spit still connecting from the head of Jay’s cock to Heeseung’s glistening lips. Chest heaving violently, Heeseung looks up at Jay with pleading eyes.
And Jay sees it as an invitation. In a second, he hauls Heeseung up by the hair, snickering with malice as Heeseung twists violently in his grip. He maneuvers them towards the bed, and before Heeseung could squirm away, many hands throw him onto the mattress beside Sunoo, their shoulders brushing in a fleeting contact.
“Might as well make the most of it, no?” Sunghoon grins. He grabs Heeseung waistband and rips it downward alongside his underwear in one swift motion, the sound of the tearing fabric drowned out by Sunoo's choked gasp.
“No, no, wait— what are you doing—“ Heeseung panics. He writhes around, bending his legs away from the creeping hands towards him, but they easily overpower.
“Don’t try to fucking fight, man,” Jay spits, placing each hand on Heeseung’s thighs before forcing them open. “We’ll make you regret it.”
“Let us go, please! This is—“ Heeseung tries again, but is immediately cut off with more aggressive jabs from Jay. Sunoo shrieks, holding up both his hands in front of the man to shield Heeseung. He begs frantically, “Stop! Don’t hurt him anymore, please!”
“Play nice then, and maybe we wouldn’t have any reason to beat the living shit out of yous,” Sunghoon warns the couple. He chuckles at the sight of Sunoo making grabby hands at Heeseung, desperate for comfort.
“Get on with it. I need to bust my load so bad,” Riki says from behind them, hand occupied on his cock as he strokes it steadily.
Without wasting any more time, Jay and Sunghoon adjust themselves properly to defile both Sunoo and Heeseung at the same time. Jay points the tip of his cock on Heeseung’s entrance before shallowly pushing in, with Sunghoon following suit to Sunoo.
Heeseung lets out a hiss of pain, doing everything in his willpower to not make a weird sound. Sunoo beside him whimpers loud, eyes tightly shut as he is impaled again by Sunghoon’s enormous cock. Just as Heeseung is about to say something again, Jay pushes a good half of his length into the boy’s tight heat.
“Ah— AHH!! No, p-please! That hurts!” Heeseung wails, thrashing on the bed as Jay’s unforgiving girth sinks deeper and deeper into his insides. The three men only laugh at him, with each one putting a hand on his chest to keep him down.
“Take it, bitch,” Jay grunts, biting his lip as his other hand pulls Heeseung’s shirt up to expose his nipples to cold air. “Your girlfriend here is doing a better job than you.”
Sunghoon laughs. “Right. She’s being such a good little slut. Taking it so good from a man who fucks better than you ever will, I’d guess,” He says before spitting on Heeseung’s bare chest.
Tears stream down Heeseung’s cheeks, the pain too unbearable for him to comprehend anything at the moment. Sunoo's fingers desperately scrabble for his wrist, their hands locking together between the crumpled sheets. His lover’s grip is clammy and trembling, but Heeseung holds on like it’s the only thing keeping him awake to reality.
The flashlight beam swings wildly at them, casting light on the fresh bruises blooming on Heeseung’s face and the visible tear tracks on Sunoo’s plump cheeks.
"Aww, they’re even holding hands. That’s cute," Riki crows, watching as the bed creaks ominously under the men’s combined weight.
Heeseung barely had time to adjust to Jay’s length before the latter’s hips pull back for a bit before snapping forward in a more brutal thrust. Pain erupts like fire through Heeseung’s body, but worse was Sunoo's shattered cry as Sunghoon pistons his hips inside him in a merciless pace. The couple’s intertwined fingers jerk violently, with Heeseung's nails biting into Sunoo's delicate skin as their bodies are jolted together with each jarring movement.
“So damn tight,” Jay groans, pinching one of Heeseung’s nipples roughly. “Almost feels like a real pussy.”
Sunghoon chortles. “Don’t get too lost in your head, Jay. This little whore’s cunt is the real deal.”
Riki lets out an uncontrolled grunt. “Shit— I kinda wanna fuck her ass.”
“Get over here then.”
Sunoo shakes his head, holding himself close into Heeseung’s arms when Sunghoon pulls out of him. “N-no, I don’t want t-to! Please don’t!”
“No choice, bitch,” Jay sneers, already pulling out of Heeseung before manhandling Sunoo to get on all fours on top of his boyfriend.
Unable to see what’s about to happen next, Heeseung only wraps his arms around Sunoo, who’s crying to him, “H-Heeseung, please, I-I don’t want to— No, p-please— Please stop them!”
Heeseung would try to do something, but Riki settles his hands on Sunoo’s shoulders and pushes down with his entire weight, pinning both Sunoo and Heeseung to the bed with little to no chance of breaking free.
Jay and Sunghoon peers over Riki’s shoulders, with the flashlight now in Sunghoon’s hand. Jay reaches out a hand to Riki’s leaking cock and guides it right at Sunoo’s tight, puckering hole.
Bracing himself, Sunoo repeatedly whispers in Heeseung’s ear, “I’m scared, Heeseung… I’m so scared. I’m scared..!”
And Riki plunges his length into Sunoo’s entrance, almost smoothly from the copious amount of precum. Sunoo screams, burying his face in the crook of Heeseung’s neck as more of his tears spill. Heeseung has nothing to do but hold his lover in a desperate manner of delivering any sort of comfort.
“Fuck. Tighter than I thought,” Riki rasps, sliding his hands down to Sunoo’s globular cheeks before squeezing them with pure greed. “So warm in here, too.”
“Yes, just like that, Riki. Break her fucking ass!” Sunghoon eggs, fumbling with the phone to open the camera app, then filming the scene with the flash on.
Sunoo wails, voice muffled in Heeseung’s neck as he screams “It hurts! It HURTS!!!” over and over again. Surprisingly, what Heeseung is hearing right now flares up something deep in the core of his body…
He tries to ignore it, but the more Heeseung stays silent, the louder the unsolicited feeling is creeping up his skin. With careful movement, Heeseung caresses Sunoo’s face off his soaked neck and gives him a gentle kiss on the lips.
Lost in the overwhelming feeling of this ordeal, Sunoo could only kiss back. In between the kisses, Heeseung whispers, “Shh, it’s okay, Sunny… it’s okay…” (it’s NOT okay)
And the men are quick to notice, of course. Jay angles his head down a little bit to confirm what he’s seeing, and it couldn’t be more clear. He turns to Sunghoon. “The fuck?”
Sunghoon coos. “There we go. Already broken in, huh? Say less.” He reaches down to grasp Heeseung’s cock and angles it right on Sunoo’s puffy cunt. “Come on, let’s not waste this chance.”
Maybe Heeseung has lost a screw, because he obliges, pushing his semi-hard cock into his boyfriend’s delicious heat. It startles Sunoo, letting out a shocked moan. “H-Heeseung—!”
“I-I’m sorry, Sunny… I’m sorry!” Heeseung says, already rocking his hips up and down like a dog in heat. The men above them are in awe of his actions.
Sunoo feels like he’s about to break. Being stuffed this full was not on his bucket list or anything. He wants to squirm around to try and get them to stop, but there’s something about Heeseung—his loving partner—that he just cannot resist.
So he takes it. He relaxes his body down, stomach meeting Heeseung’s, arching his back and trying to build rhythm with his boyfriend’s thrusts. His moans have now calmed down to something more pleasurable-sounding. (oh no)
“Y’all some fuckin’ whores,” Riki says apathetically, hips busy pounding into Sunoo. “I ain’t ever seen anything like that before.”
“I’m actually going to lose it. Shit— alright, get out of the way,” Sunghoon grumbles, already pulling Riki off of Sunoo, to which the younger man scoffs.
In a rush, Sunghoon sticks his throbbing appendage deep inside Sunoo’s ass, head falling back from the instant euphoric feeling. He moans, “Almost fucking came just putting it in.”
“Hurry up and shoot your load,” Jay says impatiently. “Wanna try it too.”
“Wait for your goddamn turn, Jay!”
Sunghoon takes his sweet time, fucking Sunoo through slow, sensual thrusts. After a while, it bores his two friends. Sunghoon was on the verge of actually ejaculating until Jay forcefully pulls him away and tells him that his time is up.
“Fucker,” Sunghoon scoffs. “I was almost there.”
Jay only dismisses him. “Gotta be faster than that, buddy. Watch this.”
Jay prods the head of his cock on Sunoo’s hole, pushes all the way in to the hilt, and pulls out. To Sunghoon and Riki’s shock, thick globs of semen begin to quickly spurt out of Jay’s slit.
“Huh, you’re one crazy son of a bitch!” Sunghoon yowls, much to Jay’s amusement.
Riki immediately follows, fucking Sunoo’s ass nice and deep as the boy slowly melts on top of Heeseung. The couple’s harmonious moans sends Riki’s overgrowing climax over the edge, and before he even knew it, he’s exploding all over Sunoo’s tender innards.
The thick, warm liquid tickles something inside Sunoo. With a broken voice, he tells Heeseung, “He came inside… h-he came inside me, Heeseung…!”
And somehow, it encourages Heeseung to do the same. Quickening his pace, Sunoo’s moans become louder by the second. When Jay takes Riki’s place, Sunoo feels a tight coil burning in his stomach when the man’s girthy shaft breaches him once again.
“Heeseung… ah— y-you’re being too rough on me…!” Sunoo whines, but Heeseung’s pace does not falter.
Jay growls, biting his lip as the loud sounds of his skin smacking against Sunoo’s echo throughout the room. “Fuck me, ah— these two are going to make me nut so hard.”
With two cocks erratically nailing Sunoo’s abused holes, his body gives in to the undeniable pleasure, letting out a loud cry straight from his throat as he sprays out clear liquid all over Heeseung and Jay’s cock. Both men are equally surprised from his unexpected orgasm.
“Holy shit, this bitch is squirting,” Riki jeers, nearly moaning at the beautiful sight alongside Sunghoon who laughs in disbelief.
Heeseung blanks. He doesn’t want to know if he managed to finish inside Sunoo or not, but his boyfriend already lies limp on top of his perspiring body, unresponsive and breathing shallowly. Sunoo has passed out, and their attackers are laughing.
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“Sunny?” Heeseung’s voice clears out, now audibly ringing through Sunoo’s ears. “Sunoo, my love, are you awake…?”
Sunoo’s eyelids slowly flutter open. Warmth fills him almost immediately when the first thing he sees is Heeseung’s face. Staring into his lover’s eyes, he asks, “Is it over…?”
Heeseung is silent for a moment, before answering, “…I think you had a bad dream.”