Min Yugeon was relentless.
“St— ngh, stop.”
Seo Suho squirmed, trying to shake off Min Yugeon’s grip on his wrist. Even after toying with Suho’s nipple in his mouth like candy for what felt like forever, Min Yugeon began to suck more lewdly, pushing Suho to his limit. The wet warmth of that tongue sent a tingling jolt up his spine.
Min Yugeon felt Seo Suho’s cock regain its strength in his grasp.
“You’re hard again.”
Lifting his mouth from Suho’s chest for a brief moment, Min Yugeon glanced downward. Seo Suho bit his lower lip, his face flushed all the way to his neck.
“…I told you to stop.”
That bashful look on Suho’s face only fanned the flames inside Min Yugeon. Watching him intently, Min Yugeon curled his lips into a smirk.
“Alright. Then I’ll touch you down here instead.”
“…!”
Without missing a beat, he moved his hand again, stimulating Suho’s lower half.
The semen that had already leaked out slicked Suho’s cock, creating wet, squelching noises with every stroke. Holding both of their cocks together tightly in one fist so they wouldn’t slip apart, Min Yugeon began to pump with ferocity. Suho’s toes curled in the air as he struggled to process the overwhelming sensations.
“Haah…! Ah!”
Bending down again, Min Yugeon took the other nipple—still untouched—in his mouth. With waves of pleasure rolling up and down his body, Seo Suho winced and moaned. Pinned under Min Yugeon, with no escape, being stimulated this way—nipples in his mouth, cock in his hand—was unbearably overwhelming, making every nerve feel on edge.
Relishing every twitch of Suho’s body, Min Yugeon felt the pressure build in his own cock too. He moved his hand faster.
“Hh…”
Soon, he raised his head, his breath hot and heavy, fully focused now on stroking them both off.
The climax approached for them both.
Min Yugeon gritted his teeth and tightened his grip around Suho’s arm. Seo Suho bit down on his lip, trying to endure the fire burning in his lower belly.
“Suho…! Ngh, fuck!”
“Ah—!”
Thick, white cum burst from the tips of both cocks pressed between their fingers. Suho, lost in the throes of climax with his mouth open, didn’t even notice the semen splashing up to his sternum.
The wet fluid slid down the curves of his upper body, tracing the rise and fall of his abdomen as he gasped for air. It pooled in his navel in a sticky, milky puddle.
Min Yugeon, catching sight of the mess, swept his disheveled hair back with one hand and drank in the sight of Seo Suho.
His chest—bitten and sucked raw—was swollen and glossy. From there down, his body was drenched in thick semen, so tangled and slippery that it was impossible to tell whose was whose. His face, flushed a deep red, breathed raggedly as his arms remained bound.
Min Yugeon’s gaze darkened.
Leaning in, he pressed a firm kiss to Suho’s cheek. Seo Suho turned his head naturally toward him. Locking eyes at close range, they slowly caught their breath—and without knowing who moved first, their lips met.
Their tongues danced, tangled, then parted with a glistening string of saliva.
“When are you going to let me go?”
Suho wiggled the arms still bound in Min Yugeon’s grasp. Min Yugeon’s eyes crinkled in amusement.
“Feeling restricted?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Wanna try being the one tied up?”
“Ooh.”
“…”
…What kind of reaction is that?
Suho looked visibly put off.
“That could be fun, but not tonight.”
Min Yugeon bit Suho’s ear lightly and let it go.
“I’m kind of in a hurry right now.”
The low, husky tone of his voice sent chills down Suho’s spine. Those intense eyes, burning with desire, said it all—
Sleep wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Seo Suho mentally ran through tomorrow’s schedule.
Then Min Yugeon hoisted him up effortlessly. The couch wasn’t enough—he wanted to do this properly, in bed.
As he walked purposefully toward the bedroom with Suho in his arms, Min Yugeon showered him with kisses. Seo Suho clung to his shoulders and nape, meeting every kiss head-on. Every point of contact burned with heat, a testament to how tightly Min Yugeon was holding himself back.
Once inside the bedroom, Min Yugeon laid Seo Suho down on the bed and opened a nearby drawer, pulling out some lube.
Parting Suho’s legs and settling between them, he let out a quiet, shaky breath.
This moment—being lovers again, becoming one again—felt almost like a dream.
Days spent in despair, convinced he could never stand by Suho’s side, came flooding back. The emotions surged up in his throat all at once.
“…What’s with you?”
Seo Suho poked Min Yugeon’s shoulder.
“You’re acting like it’s your first time.”
“…”
A tiny act of revenge.
Min Yugeon let out a short laugh.
Even when he tried to sink into the moment, Seo Suho always knew how to pull him back—and that made him impossibly, painfully lovable.
“Yeah. It’s like the first time all over again. I’m so worked up, I could lose it just from wanting to fuck you.”
Min Yugeon whispered as he pressed his nose to Seo Suho’s, gazing up from between Suho’s legs. His hands fondled the one part of Suho’s body that actually had some flesh—his soft, plump ass.
“These can’t bruise. What should I do?”
“…Are you a pervert?”
“Only when it comes to you.”
Min Yugeon straightened up and lifted Suho’s legs onto his shoulders. Caught off guard by the sudden motion, Suho flinched and turned his head slightly to the side. No matter how many times they did this, prepping his ass was always an embarrassing ordeal.
“Nngh…!”
A generous stream of lube poured between his cheeks. The sudden cold made Seo Suho bite down on his lip. Min Yugeon began working the slick liquid gently into the tightly closed hole.
Thick fingers slowly explored deeper, inch by inch. Suho clutched the sheets, the unfamiliar sensation feeling all the more foreign after such a long time.
Min Yugeon studied the entrance, which kept reflexively tightening in resistance, reacting to every touch.
“Relax, Suho. At this rate, I’m never getting in.”
Min Yugeon, ever the gentleman on the surface, coaxed him in a soft tone. He ran his hand slowly from Suho’s thigh up to his hip to help him ease the tension. After one glance, Suho gave a faint nod.
As his fists loosened their grip on the blanket and he steadied his breathing, Min Yugeon gave his rear a gentle pat, like praising a child. Suho’s expression twisted at that—was he being treated like a kid now?—but before he could react, Min Yugeon’s long middle finger pushed in deeper.
Suho’s eyelids fluttered at the stretch, his mouth clamped shut.
Thanks to the ample lube, the stiff entrance relaxed without too much trouble. Min Yugeon gradually added more fingers, working deeper inside. That tight, warm passage felt like it was begging him to enter already, seducing him, but more than his own lust, what mattered most was not hurting Suho.
His cock had already risen, twitching with need, but he spared it only a glance—there was still prep to finish. He stayed focused.
“Haah… nnngh…”
Suho had been trying not to make a sound, unwilling to be the only one moaning in the quiet. But at some point, his composure crumbled. Min Yugeon’s fingers kept brushing just the right spot inside, scattering his reason.
The raw pleasure in Suho’s voice made Min Yugeon’s eyes gleam. That was enough.
He slowly pulled his thoroughly soaked fingers out of Suho’s slick heat. After kissing his pale thigh, he brought the head of his erect cock to that now loosened entrance.
“I’m going in.”
His voice trembled with the edge of restraint. Min Yugeon pushed in just the tip with measured force.
“…! Nghh!”
Suho’s eyes flew wide open as his whole body stiffened. Min Yugeon had taken care prepping him, but his cock was still beyond normal size. That thick weight shoved in deep, pressing into places even fingers couldn’t reach, and Suho gasped.
“Ah, hngh—Min Yugeon, wait…!”
It was a phrase that almost always slipped out whenever Min Yugeon pushed into him—and it came again, automatically. Tears welled in Suho’s eyes as he looked up, but Min Yugeon’s cock had already sunk more than halfway inside, crushing every sensitive spot within him.
“…!”
A bead of clear fluid spilled from Suho’s cock as he arched his back.
“Shit… haah…”
The way his insides gripped him, sucking tight around his shaft, made Min Yugeon clench his teeth. He’d nearly cum the moment he entered.
“There’s still a bit left. Should I just do it?”
“….”
“…Suho?”
Min Yugeon glanced down in confusion.
Suho was trembling, his arms wrapped unconsciously around his lower belly. His eyes were slightly unfocused as he panted—completely overwhelmed by the intense stimulation. His brain had gone blank.
Min Yugeon’s expression hardened.
He muttered a curse under his breath, aimed at himself. He had to calm down. If he lost control now, Suho wouldn’t be able to handle it.
But his body wasn’t listening.
“Suho… haah, shit.”
“Ah—ngh! Ugh, mmn!”
“I’m sorry… but, fuck, you’re just too—!”
Min Yugeon murmured as his hips began to move, like he was possessed. Suho, helpless beneath him, started to rock with each thrust.
His entrance, stretched to its limit around the thick cock, let out squelching, lewd sounds like it was screaming. As Min Yugeon drove in and out—alternating between shallow and deep thrusts—the friction built quickly, turning Suho’s inner walls hot.
Lube, flowing down the base of Min Yugeon’s shaft, splattered with every slam of their hips, soaking Suho’s ass.
Over Min Yugeon’s shoulders, Suho’s toes curled in ecstasy, trembling uncontrollably.
