The Miseducation of Junhong *oneshot*
Pairing- BangLo
Rated- M (smut)
Length- 5.8K
“Junhong, your brother is coming home in the morning.” His mother called up the stairs to him. “Try to be up and dressed when he gets here, please. He’s bringing a friend home and I’d like for you to look at least a little presentable.”
Rolling his eyes, he responded with a sarcastic ‘of course mother’ before turning his attention back to his computer. There was a new song of his favorite artist’s coming out any minute and he had better things to do than to worry about his asshole of a brother.
Kim Himchan was an eighteen year old bastard who pretty much lived to torture him. The last time he came home Junhong had ended the night with seven stitches because his brother had “accidentally” pushed him down the stairs.
But that was four months ago. Now he was four months older and about three inches taller than the last time they saw each other. There was no way his brother could intimidate him anymore. He grinned as he waited for the song to download. This time he was going to have some fun turning the tables on him.
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“Junhong!” His mother screamed up the stairs the next morning. “I told you to be up and ready!”
He rolled over in his bed and pulled the pillow over his head, drowning out her shrill voice. It was only nine in the morning on a Saturday. She should be glad he wasn’t still awake from the night before.
Groaning, he forced himself out of the comfortable embrace of his blankets and stretched, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes.
“He just pulled in! Junhong!” She yelled again.
“I’m coming!” Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and dragged it along behind him as he stumbled down the steps at the same moment his brother bounded through the door.
“Himchan!” She pulled him into her arms, soft sobs shaking her shoulders as she hugged her golden child.
Junhong scoffed and had reached the bottom of the steps before he realized there was someone else who had entered behind Himchan.
Someone attractive, he mused, running his eyes up his loose denim clad legs, his gray sweatshirt with the university logo on it and finally ended on his face, long dark hair covering one eye as he shyly bowed when he entered.
No, he corrected. Someone sexy.
The large lips were pulled into a wide smile as he greeted their mother showing off sharp, even teeth and his dark eyes were half-closed, forming crescents and making Junhong wish he had more material covering his bottom half.
He willed back the explicit thoughts, telling himself that if he got too excited everyone would see it and that would be mortifying.
They finally noticed him standing at the foot of the staircase and his mother sighed when she saw that he was clad in just a faded pair of boxers, still too lazy to slip the t-shirt in his hands on.
“And this is our other child, Junhong.” She introduced him, letting everyone know just what she thought of her delinquent younger son. “Junhong, this is Yongguk. Say hello and go get dressed, please.” The voice was polite, but the look in her eyes promised that he would regret disobeying her and to not even attempt it.
He smiled slyly at the shocked look on the older boy’s face as his eyes roamed over his bare torso and long, lean legs.
“Hello Yongguk-hyung.” He said softly, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Nice to meet you.”
Yongguk nodded, turning his gaze elsewhere. “You too.” His voice was deeper than it should be from looking at him.
Junhong liked that.
He wondered what his name would sound like coming out of those plush lips. That was going to be his goal for the day, he told himself. Try to get the wet dream in front of him to say his name.
As he headed back towards his room, he snuck one last glance down at him and smirked at how his eyes were watching his ass as he walked away.
This was going to be easy.
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“Hey brat.” Himchan threw open his door a few hours later. He plopped himself down on Junhong’s messy bed, Yongguk following awkwardly behind him. “God, your room is disgusting. When was the last time you cleaned it?”
“Probably around the same time you got laid last.” Junhong said dryly, ignoring him as he hunched over his notebook, trying to scribble out a messed up line.
He hissed when his brother’s hand made contact with his head. “Don’t talk like that! You’re just a kid!”
Junhong rolled his eyes and swung his computer chair around. “I’m almost seventeen.” He informed him, sitting back in his chair and letting his long legs stretch out in front of him. “And I’m bigger than you are now.”
He let his gaze turn innocent as he widened them and looked up at Yongguk. “How old are you, hyung?”
Yongguk looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opening then closing. “Nineteen.” He murmured. “I’m a sophomore.”
Before he could stop him, Himchan had grabbed his notebook off his desk and was flipping through the pages. “What’s this? Poems?” He laughed and threw it behind him. “You’re so manly, Junhonggie, writing your poems.”
Growling, Junhong made sure the pages weren’t tore up before kicking his brother in the kneecap. “They’re raps you dumbass. Now get out of my room!”
Himchan cried out in pain, holding on to his sore leg, his eyes flashing with malice towards his brother. “I’m going to kill you.” He swore, trying to stomp towards him.
Thankfully Yongguk was close by and shoved himself in between the two fighting brothers. “Stop it!” He ordered, spreading his arms out so that neither boy could pass through him. “Let’s go, Himchan and don’t make fun of your brother for writing music.”
His voice grew even rougher, the sound going straight to Junhong’s crotch. Now he didn’t just want to hear his name, he wanted to hear it in that voice. That gruff, sexy voice that grated over his skin like sandpaper, every nerve ending in his body begging for more.
Yongguk stopped at the door after Himchan had stormed off. “Sorry.” He gave him a small smile. “Obviously you already know your brother can be kind of a bitch.”
Shrugging, Junhong turned around to grab his pen off the floor, taking longer than necessary as he stretched his ass high into the air for the other’s enjoyment. He grinned widely, showing off his dimples as he sunk back into his chair, legs spread wide. “That’s okay. He realizes I’m bigger than him now and he’s too scared to fuck with me.”
The other boy’s eyes unconsciously lowered at the word ‘bigger’ and Junhong had to stifle back his laughter.
“I think being a little bitch might run in the family.” Yongguk said unexpectedly. He cocked an eyebrow at the surprised younger boy and turned away.
Junhong’s mouth dropped opened at the meaning in his tone. Obviously he wasn’t as innocent and naïve as he looked. He looked down at the growing bulge in his pants and groaned. As exciting as it was to play this game with someone on an equal playing field, he was almost disappointed at the lack of a chase.
He was going to have to step it up a little. Work harder to make the older boy uncomfortable. He wanted Yongguk to feel guilty for wanting him. It was no fun if there wasn’t even a little fight in him!
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“So Yongguk what are you going to school for?” His mother asked at the dinner table that evening. She had wanted Junhong to dress in nice clothing, but he had thrown on an old t-shirt with a cartoon character on it and pajama pants with a duck pattern.
Step one of the plan, look as childish and innocent as possible.
Yongguk laid his chopsticks down. “I study music.” He announced, much to Junhong’s surprise. “I’d like to be a music teacher when I graduate.”
She looked unimpressed at the unambitious response. “So you’re like our Junhong.” She pursed her lips at her youngest son. “He spends all of his free time up in that bedroom of his writing and singing. We’ve tried to steer him towards an acceptable past time but it’s not worked yet.”
Ignoring the insult, Junhong kept his eyes on his plate, stirring his rice around, appetite long gone. He sighed and looked up, gaze locking with Yongguk’s from across the table. The older boy looked sympathetic, something Junhong didn’t want. He didn’t like being pitied. His family was stuck-up assholes, but less than two years and he could escape, go anywhere he wanted, do anything he dreamed of, no one in the way to slow him down.
Yongguk gave him a small reassuring small, causing Junhong to frown. This is going the wrong direction. Yongguk was supposed to be ashamed when he looked at him.
He lowered his head, but kept their eyes connected as he carefully lifted his socked foot and placed it over top of his.
The dark-haired boy gulped, eyes darting around the table to make sure no one had noticed. Junhong giggled into his drink and slowly started to slide his foot upwards, over his calves and finally to press against the covered thighs that he knew was hiding lean muscles underneath them.
Yongguk gulped and tried to subtly pull his body away, but Junhong hooked his free foot around the chair leg, yanking it forward so that Yongguk’s chest was pressed against the table.
Turning his attention elsewhere, Junhong happily ate on his food, ignoring the other boy’s glares and clenched fists on the table.
“How did you and our Himchan meet?” His mother spoke up again, directing her question to Yongguk, much to his frustration.
“We have the same math class.” Yongguk put a fake smile on his lips, no one but Junhong noticing the twitch to his jaw. “I needed a tutor and he-“ He hissed, but tried to cover it up with a loud cough.
Junhong bit on his cheek, continuing to roll the bottom of his foot right over top the top of his jeans, proud of the fact that he already had him half-hard in just a few strokes.
“Excuse me… H-He volunteered to help me.” Yongguk’s voice was strangled and his eyes were starting to go glassy.
“Are you alright?” Himchan looked concerned from his spot beside his brother.
He nodded, gulping heavily. “I’m fine. Just a little bit of indigestion.”
Snorting against his hand, Junhong pressed down harder, using his toes to massage over his erection. Yongguk’s hand reached under the table, holding his foot still and giving him a warning glance.
Blinking innocently at him, Junhong waited for him to decide whether to let him finish or stop him.
Step two of the plan, drive him crazy.
Taking a deep breath, Yongguk gave a tiny nod and released his hold, slouching down in his seat a little so that he could spread his legs, giving him more room.
Junhong licked his lips and was suddenly glad that his cotton pants were so loose because a few more minutes of this and he would be just as painfully aroused as Yongguk was.
He watched him out of the corner of his eyes, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves. Yongguk’s eyes were trained on his plate, but he could see the lids fluttering and chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to hold himself back.
Thankfully, their mother had drawn Himchan into a conversation about his schoolwork and extra-curricular activities, completely ignoring the two boys she now had placed in the same good-for-nothing category.
Yongguk was chewing on his bottom lip, fingers digging into the edge of the table and Junhong knew he was almost tipped over the edge. Their eyes met once again, Junhong giving him a knowing wink and pulling his foot away at the very last possible second.
Yongguk’s mouth dropped open, pure fury in his eyes as Junhong smiled childishly back at him. His expression promised hell later, something Junhong was counting on.
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He slid his hoodie on, getting ready to sneak out to meet his friends. It was half past eleven and everyone had gone to bed almost two hours ago. Staying up past ten was impossible for the other members of his family.
The window slid open silently and he shimmied down the water pipe, hoping his light sleeper of a brother was dead out of it.
He jumped the last few feet and wiped the dirt off his hands.
“Where do you think you’re going?” An amused voice asked.
Junhong turned in shock to see Yongguk leaning against the side of the house, a half-burned out cigarette between his lips.
“Out.” He smiled. “What do you think you’re doing?” He motioned towards the cigarette. “My mother would die if she knew you were getting ashes all over her flowers.”
Those plump lips he was dying to know the taste of quirked up. “I guess we both have secrets.” He dropped the rest of the stub to the grass and ground his foot over it. “You want a ride?” Junhong tried to hold back the snort, but failed when Yongguk realized what he had asked. “With my car!” He exclaimed, face turning red. “Do you want me to give you a ride in my car?”
Junhong smiled. “Sure. Thanks hyung.” He followed him to the front of the house, looking up at the bedroom windows cautiously. “How are we going to start it without anyone hearing?”
Yongguk clicked his seatbelt on and grinned. “Do you really care if they catch you?” He asked knowingly, turning the key easily.
“No.” Junhong sat back and laid his head on the window. “They wouldn’t really do anything anyway. Turn right and go three blocks.”
There was silence between them as they drove, Yongguk fiddling absentmindedly with the radio while Junhong drew shapes in his breath on the window.
“Make a left and it’s the first turn.” He ordered, biting back a smile.
When Yongguk followed his orders, he turned the car off and looked around in confusion. “But this is a parking lot. Why would you be sneaking out to come here?”
“Oh I wasn’t.” Junhong told him, undoing his seat belt and nonchalantly untying his tennis shoes, slipping them off his feet. “I was actually headed out to meet some friends up the street.”
Yongguk still didn’t know what was going on. “Then why are we h- Fuck!” He gripped onto the steering wheel and groaned as Junhong’s hand palmed him through his jeans.
“I’m sorry, are you mad I brought you here?” Junhong questioned. “We could always go back to my parent’s house and be miserable. Or-“ He leaned over to run his tongue down the shell of Yongguk’s ear, nibbling carefully around the stud in his lobe. “We could entertain ourselves here.”
“What would your brother say if he saw me molesting his sixteen year old brother in my car?” Yongguk laughed breathlessly, turning his head so that their lips were barely a hair apart.
Shrugging, Junhong closed the distance between them, catching the bottom lip that had been haunting him all day in between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, laving at it with his tongue. He let it go and sat back in his seat. “Well you can always take me back home if you’re not man enough t-“ His voice broke off as Yongguk’s lips muffled the rest of the sentence, teeth cracking together painfully as they swallowed each other’s groans.
Hands scrambled at clothes, Yongguk managing to pull them into the backseat before collapsing with Junhong straddling his waist, yanking off the boy’s hoodie.
“How many fucking shirts do you have on?” He growled, tugging at the t-shirt that was revealed under it. “Take it off.” Yongguk ordered, pulling on his own as if they were in a hurry and had to finish this as quickly as possible before someone caught them.
Grinning, Junhong pushed his hands down and sat back on his lap. “I thought you said I was a bitch.” He teased, crooking his finger in his mouth and batting his eyelashes at him. His eyes traveled over the bare skin below him, chest heaving as Yongguk tried hard to control himself. “Maybe you should ask me nicely.”
“Well you’re kinda acting like one.” Yongguk retorted wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down, pressing their lips lightly together. “But I’ll deal with it.” His fingers inched his t-shirt up over his body as he distracted him with his tongue, running it across his teeth before pulling back to rip Junhong’s t-shirt off.
He raised his fingertips up to trail them slowly down the younger boy’s pale chest. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, flipping them over and attaching their lips back together. His hands roamed across every patch of skin he could reach, fingers flicking painfully at Junhong’s nipples until he had him crying out.
“This is wrong.” He mumbled against his neck. “This is so wrong. I’m going to go to jail.”
Junhong wrapped his long legs around his back and held him in place. “I probably want this more than you do. So shut up and just fuck me.”
Yongguk didn’t seem to hear him as he tried to push himself up, his body shaking in the effort to control himself. “This is bad. You don’t know what you want.”
Growling, Junhong reached between them and darted his hand inside of Yongguk’s pants and boxers, gripping his erection tightly in his fist. Yongguk bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut, body rocking forward against his will.
Junhong rubbed his palm across the velvety soft tip, smiling when he felt the wetness already staining his boxers.
“Is it so bad to want another man bent over you and screaming your name so the whole world knows to get the fuck away?” He whispered against his ear.
The chest pressed against his rumbled and Junhong knew he had finally won.
“Do you have anything?” Yongguk asked, undoing his pants and kicking them off his legs as he ran his hands up Junhong’s tight denim covered ones.
“No. Do you?” Junhong lifted his bottom to help the other boy slide his jeans off, leaving both of them in only their boxers.
Yongguk pursed his lips as he thought for a moment. “I don’t have any condoms. But I might have a bottle of hand lotion in the front.” He leaned over the seat and dug through the console, jerking when Junhong licked a stripe from the base of his spine up to his shoulders. “I’m not going to be able to find it unless you calm your fucking hormones, kid.”
Laughing, Junhong sat back against the car door, waiting impatiently for him to find what he was looking for.
“Got it!” The older boy grinned, holding up a half-empty bottle of lotion. He frowned, taking in his appearance. “Why are you still wearing underwear?”
“Maybe I don’t want to do all the fucking work you lazy ass.” Junhong pulled him down to cover him, lips seeking his and hands wrapping tightly around his back. He rocked his hips upwards, sighing when he felt Yongguk’s length rubbing against his. “Touch me.” He gasped out, eyes fluttering closed as Yongguk’s tongue found his nipple, sucking it inside his mouth as their hips continued grinding together.
“Hmm?” Yongguk purposely ignored him, moving his attentions to the other side, fingers trailing lightly down Junhong’s heated chest.
Growling, Junhong scratched his nails painfully hard across his back, enjoying the shout of pain it earned him. “I said to fucking touch me.” He ordered. “Don’t make me ask again.”
Yongguk sat up, an amused smile quirking up the side of his lips. “Well aren’t you a bossy little one?” He chuckled, having to stretch a leg out beside him to sit back. “I like that. Are you going to tell me how to fuck you?” He asked, hooking his fingers in the thin cotton and slowly pulling it down his legs, eyes not moving from Junhong’s own glassy ones. “You’re probably a loud one too, aren’t you. I bet I could have you screaming for me in no time.”
He finally had them off those long, slim legs and tossed them into the front seat, dropping his weight heavily back over Junhong, the younger boy moaning under his breath when he finally had some much needed friction against his bare skin.
Yongguk knew he wanted to feel their skin rubbing against each other’s but he wanted to wait just a little longer to give it to him. The longer he held out, the friskier this brat seemed to get and he could probably get off on just his bossiness alone.
His fingers dug into the skinny hips, holding him still as he swiveled his body downwards, letting all of his cries and pleas wash over him, making his cock even harder than before. The unblemished neck was calling for his mark, teeth sinking in painfully hard.
“P-Please hyung!” Junhong reached his breaking point, hands scrambling at the window behind him as he tried to keep still.
“Please what?” Yongguk released the skin of his neck with a loud pop, smirking at the dark bruise that would notify everyone of what he had been up to. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you, please!” His eyes were wet and he dug his top teeth into his lip, biting so hard that the skin around it turned white.
He didn’t look convincing enough, Yongguk thought, trailing his finger down below his belly button and across the soft hair between his hips. Leaning against the back seat, Yongguk rested his weight on his elbow, tugging his boxers down his thighs and letting his own erection pop free. He fisted their tips between his palm, moving them against each other.
“Hyung please!” Junhong threw his head back, body shaking as he gripped at the tan, sweaty shoulders above him. His eyes shot open, anger filling his pupils as he yanked painfully hard at Yongguk’s dark hair. “Fuck. Me.” He growled, spreading his leg to the middle of the front seats. He scooted down in the seat and held his knees apart. “Before I hold you down and fuck you instead.”
“God, your attitude.” Yongguk breathed out, his eyes memorizing every single detail of the sight below him. The boy was sexy, no doubt about that, but he was also beautiful. The messy blonde hair, now partially matted to his head. The long eyelashes that rested gently on his cheeks when his eyes were closed. Even the way his chest moved up and down as he panted in frustration was erotic to Yongguk. He wanted to spend hours mapping his way across the barely there freckles on his skin, days counting every single emotion that flickered across his face, years learning what made him smile or made him frown.
Yongguk shook his head, forcing those thoughts away. He had only known the kid for less than a day. Just because he was nice to look at and Yongguk got off on his sassiness didn’t mean a damn thing. Tomorrow afternoon he and Himchan would be heading back to school and he’d probably never see him again.
Grabbing the bottle of lotion off the floor, he squeezed some onto his fingers, his eyebrows still pulled together in thought.
“What’s wrong?” Junhong held his chin between his palms, his expression calm. “You look like you left me for a second there.”
He tried hard to put a reassuring smile on his face as he rested his elbow on one of the younger boy’s knees. “It was nothing. Just wondering if I should make you cry or make you beg.” He teased, sliding his fingers down his skin until he made him jerk as his digit pressed against his opening.
“Why don’t you try just getting me off.” Junhong said sarcastically, legs falling farther apart as the very tip of the finger breached inside of him. “We’ll see how you do and work from there.” He wiggled his bottom as Yongguk moved inside of him, his eyes heavy as he whimpered.
Yongguk watched as he moved in and out, the younger boy so tight that he had to press down on his chest to hold him still or he couldn’t pull his finger out. “You’ve done this before, right?” He asked disbelievingly, adding the second finger and scissoring them inside, Junhong arching off the car seat and groaning.
He nodded shakily. “Yes, so don’t even try to go easy on me.” The little shit winked at him as he grabbed his own dick, jerking it in time with Yongguk. “Or should I be on top so you can sit back and rest your old bones.”
Growling, Yongguk shoved the last digit inside, grinning when Junhong yelled obscenities at him as his body turned rigid and twisted against his will. “Oh I’m sorry, were you saying something?” He asked, curling his fingertips up and passing them playfully over his prostate.
“Oh god! Right there! Please, again!”
Ignoring his begging, Yongguk pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lotion again, smearing it over his ignored erection. “Ready for me?” He asked, aligning himself with Junhong’s entrance, raising an eyebrow at him.
Junhong pulled his head down and pressed their lips together, smiling into the kiss. “I’ve been ready for you all day.” He said softly.
His chest filled with a burst of unexpected warmth for the boy. He had seen the way his family treated him and knew his bad attitude was a result of being picked on and made to feel inferior. But he could tell that behind that sour expression was a sixteen year old boy that just wanted someone to give him affection, show him that he was worth something.
“Hold on to me tightly, okay?” He kept their lips together, kissing him senseless as he slowly entered him, trying to distract from the pain.
Junhong cried out into his mouth with Yongguk taking the opportunity to push his tongue inside, tasting every inch of him as he finally buried himself as far as he could go. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself for long, the incredible feeling of being inside Junhong was almost too much for him. But he forced himself to hold off, wanting to make sure the younger boy was ok before going any further.
His thumbs rubbed circles into the milky white hipbones and he whispered soothingly into his mouth.
Junhong finally seemed to relax, his body growing less rigid in his hands, tongue meeting his with every stroke.
“Go.” He ordered breathlessly. “Fuck me, hyung.”
Not needing to be told twice, Yongguk pulled out until just the very tip remained before snapping his hips forward and forcing Junhong’s head to thump against the door. He groaned as the slick, tight heat surrounded him, his movements showing no mercy as he fucked him mercilessly into the seat of the car.
“H-Hyung!” Junhong was definitely a screamer, Yongguk thought, grinning to himself. The boy had opened his mouth the second he started moving and hadn’t shut it since. He had thrown out commands left and right, ordering him to go harder, faster, lift his ass, Yongguk doing every single thing he was told. The look of ecstasy that was passing over his angelic face was worth losing control to the brat.
He slowed down long enough to lift one of Junhong’s long legs over his shoulder, trying to thrust into him at a different angle. This one reached the desired destination, the lean body arching on the seat, his name being shouted into the small car, the boy’s calf trembling against his neck.
Junhong could feel his orgasm approaching, his stomach was so tight it almost hurt. He pressed his fist against his lips trying to stifle the cries that wanted to emerge, surprise on his face when Yongguk pulled it away, braiding their fingers, his eyes dark and focused solely on Junhong’s face.
“Junhong.” He whispered, voice cracking on the word.
That was it for him. What he had been waiting for all day. The sound of his name coming out of those perfect lips was all he needed to fall off the edge of the cliff, his body spasming as he shot his release across his chest, briefly wondering if he should be ashamed that the older boy didn’t even have to touch him to get him off.
Yongguk closed his eyes, concentrating solely on himself, rutting roughly against the sensitive boy’s skin, letting the soft whimpers drive him closer and closer.
“Hyung, hyung.” The quiet words chanted into the air had him growling loudly, snapping at the soft skin next to his lips. He dug his teeth into the boy’s leg and let the flesh muffle his yells as he erupted deep inside of him, crying out Junhong’s name as he collapsed across his chest.
A few minutes passed before Yongguk came down from his high only to realize there were fingers running gently through his damp hair, Junhong humming under his breath as he stroked his scalp.
“Wow.” Yongguk mumbled, nuzzling his face against the boy’s neck. “That was… Wow.” He repeated.
Junhong snorted. “Yeah.” He agreed. “You weren’t bad.”
“What?” Yongguk lifted his head, snarling at the teasing smile on his face. “I just made you see stars you little shit.”
Giggling, Junhong gave him a rarely seen glimpse of his dimples as he grinned at him. “God Yongguk-hyung. Take a joke.” He poked him in the nose and pushed him off. “Ugh.” He grabbed his discarded t-shirt and wiped the mess of his stomach. “You’re gonna clean that by the way. No way can I put it in my hamper for my mother to see.”
Yongguk pulled his boxers and pants back on, cranking the back window down so that he could light up a cigarette. “You need to be taught some fucking manners.” He grumbled, blowing a cloud of smoke at his face.
Swatting the smoke away with a grimace, Junhong finished buttoning his pants and laid his head in Yongguk’s lap, pressing his face against his stomach. “I’m tired.” He complained. “Let’s take a nap.”
“A nap?” Yongguk laughed, taking another drag off the cigarette. “It’s one in the morning!”
Junhong shrugged, making himself comfortable. “I’m comfortable.” He pouted.
A smile came across Yongguk’s lips as he gazed down into the sleepy eyes of the younger boy. He ran his finger down his cheeks and over his swollen lips. “So what now?” He finally asked, furrowing his brows. “What do we do?”
Redness spread across the boy’s cheeks at the question. “W-What do you want to do?” He asked nervously. “I mean, you go to school three hours away from here.”
“Do you regularly make a habit of sleeping with complete strangers?” Yongguk questioned.
He shook his head and buried his face back into his bare stomach. “No.” His voice was muffled as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “I’ve only had sex one other time.” He admitted.
Yongguk grinned suddenly, his teeth bright in the darkness. “Ok.” He sounded relieved, taking one last suck before throwing the stick out the window. “Ok.” He repeated, pulling Junhong up by the shoulders and moving him to sit on his lap. “I’ve only been in two relationships.” His thumbs counted up Junhong’s ribs as he spoke. One by one by one. “But I haven’t slept with anyone else in months.” Junhong looked confused at what he was getting at, but let him continue without interrupting. “I like you.” Yongguk admitted, his ears turning red at the confession. “I know I don’t really know you. But you’re a smartass and you love music as much as I do and you laugh really loudly and when you smile your eyes disappear and I want to touch every inch of your skin over and over and you smell like strawberry shampoo-“
Junhong ducked his head, shy at the sweet words coming from the suddenly nervous boy.
“-And when I see your expression when someone from your dickhead family says something rude to you, I just want to throw you against the wall and fuck you so hard that you don’t have any thought left in your head except for me. I want to be the only thing you-“ He was cut off as Junhong’s lips were pressed against his. “Are you trying to shut me up, Junhonggie?”
Junhong’s heart sped up at the way he said his name, knowing that the man would have him wrapped around his finger with just the way his name rolled off those amazing lips.
“Maybe.” He grinned, nipping at the plump bottom lip in his reach. “It working?”
Laughing, Yongguk nodded, slipping his tongue inside of his mouth and tasting the sweet flavor that he had come to recognize as uniquely Junhong. It was something he could quickly get addicted to and even though it frightened him, he was dying to know just how much the boy could imbed himself into his life.
“I like you.” Junhong whispered, hiding his face in his neck. “I really like you.”
“Good.” Yongguk wrapped his arms around the boy’s thin frame and held him tightly. “That’s good.”
When they made it back to the house, Junhong reached to open the front door but Yongguk stopped him.
“I thought you had to sneak back in?” He teased, running his thumb over his hand.
“Nah. Just out. Once they’ve been in bed a couple hours then they’re out for the night.” He pulled the door open and smiled at the silent house. “See?”
Yongguk grabbed his hand before he could walk away. “Goodnight Junhong.” He said, his voice full of warmth. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
All Junhong could do was nod with a flushed face before running up the stairs, leaving behind an amused Yongguk.
Today was a really good day to start smoking again, he told himself.
Rated- M (smut)
Length- 5.8K
“Junhong, your brother is coming home in the morning.” His mother called up the stairs to him. “Try to be up and dressed when he gets here, please. He’s bringing a friend home and I’d like for you to look at least a little presentable.”
Rolling his eyes, he responded with a sarcastic ‘of course mother’ before turning his attention back to his computer. There was a new song of his favorite artist’s coming out any minute and he had better things to do than to worry about his asshole of a brother.
Kim Himchan was an eighteen year old bastard who pretty much lived to torture him. The last time he came home Junhong had ended the night with seven stitches because his brother had “accidentally” pushed him down the stairs.
But that was four months ago. Now he was four months older and about three inches taller than the last time they saw each other. There was no way his brother could intimidate him anymore. He grinned as he waited for the song to download. This time he was going to have some fun turning the tables on him.
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“Junhong!” His mother screamed up the stairs the next morning. “I told you to be up and ready!”
He rolled over in his bed and pulled the pillow over his head, drowning out her shrill voice. It was only nine in the morning on a Saturday. She should be glad he wasn’t still awake from the night before.
Groaning, he forced himself out of the comfortable embrace of his blankets and stretched, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes.
“He just pulled in! Junhong!” She yelled again.
“I’m coming!” Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and dragged it along behind him as he stumbled down the steps at the same moment his brother bounded through the door.
“Himchan!” She pulled him into her arms, soft sobs shaking her shoulders as she hugged her golden child.
Junhong scoffed and had reached the bottom of the steps before he realized there was someone else who had entered behind Himchan.
Someone attractive, he mused, running his eyes up his loose denim clad legs, his gray sweatshirt with the university logo on it and finally ended on his face, long dark hair covering one eye as he shyly bowed when he entered.
No, he corrected. Someone sexy.
The large lips were pulled into a wide smile as he greeted their mother showing off sharp, even teeth and his dark eyes were half-closed, forming crescents and making Junhong wish he had more material covering his bottom half.
He willed back the explicit thoughts, telling himself that if he got too excited everyone would see it and that would be mortifying.
They finally noticed him standing at the foot of the staircase and his mother sighed when she saw that he was clad in just a faded pair of boxers, still too lazy to slip the t-shirt in his hands on.
“And this is our other child, Junhong.” She introduced him, letting everyone know just what she thought of her delinquent younger son. “Junhong, this is Yongguk. Say hello and go get dressed, please.” The voice was polite, but the look in her eyes promised that he would regret disobeying her and to not even attempt it.
He smiled slyly at the shocked look on the older boy’s face as his eyes roamed over his bare torso and long, lean legs.
“Hello Yongguk-hyung.” He said softly, running his hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Nice to meet you.”
Yongguk nodded, turning his gaze elsewhere. “You too.” His voice was deeper than it should be from looking at him.
Junhong liked that.
He wondered what his name would sound like coming out of those plush lips. That was going to be his goal for the day, he told himself. Try to get the wet dream in front of him to say his name.
As he headed back towards his room, he snuck one last glance down at him and smirked at how his eyes were watching his ass as he walked away.
This was going to be easy.
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“Hey brat.” Himchan threw open his door a few hours later. He plopped himself down on Junhong’s messy bed, Yongguk following awkwardly behind him. “God, your room is disgusting. When was the last time you cleaned it?”
“Probably around the same time you got laid last.” Junhong said dryly, ignoring him as he hunched over his notebook, trying to scribble out a messed up line.
He hissed when his brother’s hand made contact with his head. “Don’t talk like that! You’re just a kid!”
Junhong rolled his eyes and swung his computer chair around. “I’m almost seventeen.” He informed him, sitting back in his chair and letting his long legs stretch out in front of him. “And I’m bigger than you are now.”
He let his gaze turn innocent as he widened them and looked up at Yongguk. “How old are you, hyung?”
Yongguk looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opening then closing. “Nineteen.” He murmured. “I’m a sophomore.”
Before he could stop him, Himchan had grabbed his notebook off his desk and was flipping through the pages. “What’s this? Poems?” He laughed and threw it behind him. “You’re so manly, Junhonggie, writing your poems.”
Growling, Junhong made sure the pages weren’t tore up before kicking his brother in the kneecap. “They’re raps you dumbass. Now get out of my room!”
Himchan cried out in pain, holding on to his sore leg, his eyes flashing with malice towards his brother. “I’m going to kill you.” He swore, trying to stomp towards him.
Thankfully Yongguk was close by and shoved himself in between the two fighting brothers. “Stop it!” He ordered, spreading his arms out so that neither boy could pass through him. “Let’s go, Himchan and don’t make fun of your brother for writing music.”
His voice grew even rougher, the sound going straight to Junhong’s crotch. Now he didn’t just want to hear his name, he wanted to hear it in that voice. That gruff, sexy voice that grated over his skin like sandpaper, every nerve ending in his body begging for more.
Yongguk stopped at the door after Himchan had stormed off. “Sorry.” He gave him a small smile. “Obviously you already know your brother can be kind of a bitch.”
Shrugging, Junhong turned around to grab his pen off the floor, taking longer than necessary as he stretched his ass high into the air for the other’s enjoyment. He grinned widely, showing off his dimples as he sunk back into his chair, legs spread wide. “That’s okay. He realizes I’m bigger than him now and he’s too scared to fuck with me.”
The other boy’s eyes unconsciously lowered at the word ‘bigger’ and Junhong had to stifle back his laughter.
“I think being a little bitch might run in the family.” Yongguk said unexpectedly. He cocked an eyebrow at the surprised younger boy and turned away.
Junhong’s mouth dropped opened at the meaning in his tone. Obviously he wasn’t as innocent and naïve as he looked. He looked down at the growing bulge in his pants and groaned. As exciting as it was to play this game with someone on an equal playing field, he was almost disappointed at the lack of a chase.
He was going to have to step it up a little. Work harder to make the older boy uncomfortable. He wanted Yongguk to feel guilty for wanting him. It was no fun if there wasn’t even a little fight in him!
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“So Yongguk what are you going to school for?” His mother asked at the dinner table that evening. She had wanted Junhong to dress in nice clothing, but he had thrown on an old t-shirt with a cartoon character on it and pajama pants with a duck pattern.
Step one of the plan, look as childish and innocent as possible.
Yongguk laid his chopsticks down. “I study music.” He announced, much to Junhong’s surprise. “I’d like to be a music teacher when I graduate.”
She looked unimpressed at the unambitious response. “So you’re like our Junhong.” She pursed her lips at her youngest son. “He spends all of his free time up in that bedroom of his writing and singing. We’ve tried to steer him towards an acceptable past time but it’s not worked yet.”
Ignoring the insult, Junhong kept his eyes on his plate, stirring his rice around, appetite long gone. He sighed and looked up, gaze locking with Yongguk’s from across the table. The older boy looked sympathetic, something Junhong didn’t want. He didn’t like being pitied. His family was stuck-up assholes, but less than two years and he could escape, go anywhere he wanted, do anything he dreamed of, no one in the way to slow him down.
Yongguk gave him a small reassuring small, causing Junhong to frown. This is going the wrong direction. Yongguk was supposed to be ashamed when he looked at him.
He lowered his head, but kept their eyes connected as he carefully lifted his socked foot and placed it over top of his.
The dark-haired boy gulped, eyes darting around the table to make sure no one had noticed. Junhong giggled into his drink and slowly started to slide his foot upwards, over his calves and finally to press against the covered thighs that he knew was hiding lean muscles underneath them.
Yongguk gulped and tried to subtly pull his body away, but Junhong hooked his free foot around the chair leg, yanking it forward so that Yongguk’s chest was pressed against the table.
Turning his attention elsewhere, Junhong happily ate on his food, ignoring the other boy’s glares and clenched fists on the table.
“How did you and our Himchan meet?” His mother spoke up again, directing her question to Yongguk, much to his frustration.
“We have the same math class.” Yongguk put a fake smile on his lips, no one but Junhong noticing the twitch to his jaw. “I needed a tutor and he-“ He hissed, but tried to cover it up with a loud cough.
Junhong bit on his cheek, continuing to roll the bottom of his foot right over top the top of his jeans, proud of the fact that he already had him half-hard in just a few strokes.
“Excuse me… H-He volunteered to help me.” Yongguk’s voice was strangled and his eyes were starting to go glassy.
“Are you alright?” Himchan looked concerned from his spot beside his brother.
He nodded, gulping heavily. “I’m fine. Just a little bit of indigestion.”
Snorting against his hand, Junhong pressed down harder, using his toes to massage over his erection. Yongguk’s hand reached under the table, holding his foot still and giving him a warning glance.
Blinking innocently at him, Junhong waited for him to decide whether to let him finish or stop him.
Step two of the plan, drive him crazy.
Taking a deep breath, Yongguk gave a tiny nod and released his hold, slouching down in his seat a little so that he could spread his legs, giving him more room.
Junhong licked his lips and was suddenly glad that his cotton pants were so loose because a few more minutes of this and he would be just as painfully aroused as Yongguk was.
He watched him out of the corner of his eyes, trying not to draw too much attention to themselves. Yongguk’s eyes were trained on his plate, but he could see the lids fluttering and chest rapidly rising and falling as he tried to hold himself back.
Thankfully, their mother had drawn Himchan into a conversation about his schoolwork and extra-curricular activities, completely ignoring the two boys she now had placed in the same good-for-nothing category.
Yongguk was chewing on his bottom lip, fingers digging into the edge of the table and Junhong knew he was almost tipped over the edge. Their eyes met once again, Junhong giving him a knowing wink and pulling his foot away at the very last possible second.
Yongguk’s mouth dropped open, pure fury in his eyes as Junhong smiled childishly back at him. His expression promised hell later, something Junhong was counting on.
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He slid his hoodie on, getting ready to sneak out to meet his friends. It was half past eleven and everyone had gone to bed almost two hours ago. Staying up past ten was impossible for the other members of his family.
The window slid open silently and he shimmied down the water pipe, hoping his light sleeper of a brother was dead out of it.
He jumped the last few feet and wiped the dirt off his hands.
“Where do you think you’re going?” An amused voice asked.
Junhong turned in shock to see Yongguk leaning against the side of the house, a half-burned out cigarette between his lips.
“Out.” He smiled. “What do you think you’re doing?” He motioned towards the cigarette. “My mother would die if she knew you were getting ashes all over her flowers.”
Those plump lips he was dying to know the taste of quirked up. “I guess we both have secrets.” He dropped the rest of the stub to the grass and ground his foot over it. “You want a ride?” Junhong tried to hold back the snort, but failed when Yongguk realized what he had asked. “With my car!” He exclaimed, face turning red. “Do you want me to give you a ride in my car?”
Junhong smiled. “Sure. Thanks hyung.” He followed him to the front of the house, looking up at the bedroom windows cautiously. “How are we going to start it without anyone hearing?”
Yongguk clicked his seatbelt on and grinned. “Do you really care if they catch you?” He asked knowingly, turning the key easily.
“No.” Junhong sat back and laid his head on the window. “They wouldn’t really do anything anyway. Turn right and go three blocks.”
There was silence between them as they drove, Yongguk fiddling absentmindedly with the radio while Junhong drew shapes in his breath on the window.
“Make a left and it’s the first turn.” He ordered, biting back a smile.
When Yongguk followed his orders, he turned the car off and looked around in confusion. “But this is a parking lot. Why would you be sneaking out to come here?”
“Oh I wasn’t.” Junhong told him, undoing his seat belt and nonchalantly untying his tennis shoes, slipping them off his feet. “I was actually headed out to meet some friends up the street.”
Yongguk still didn’t know what was going on. “Then why are we h- Fuck!” He gripped onto the steering wheel and groaned as Junhong’s hand palmed him through his jeans.
“I’m sorry, are you mad I brought you here?” Junhong questioned. “We could always go back to my parent’s house and be miserable. Or-“ He leaned over to run his tongue down the shell of Yongguk’s ear, nibbling carefully around the stud in his lobe. “We could entertain ourselves here.”
“What would your brother say if he saw me molesting his sixteen year old brother in my car?” Yongguk laughed breathlessly, turning his head so that their lips were barely a hair apart.
Shrugging, Junhong closed the distance between them, catching the bottom lip that had been haunting him all day in between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth, laving at it with his tongue. He let it go and sat back in his seat. “Well you can always take me back home if you’re not man enough t-“ His voice broke off as Yongguk’s lips muffled the rest of the sentence, teeth cracking together painfully as they swallowed each other’s groans.
Hands scrambled at clothes, Yongguk managing to pull them into the backseat before collapsing with Junhong straddling his waist, yanking off the boy’s hoodie.
“How many fucking shirts do you have on?” He growled, tugging at the t-shirt that was revealed under it. “Take it off.” Yongguk ordered, pulling on his own as if they were in a hurry and had to finish this as quickly as possible before someone caught them.
Grinning, Junhong pushed his hands down and sat back on his lap. “I thought you said I was a bitch.” He teased, crooking his finger in his mouth and batting his eyelashes at him. His eyes traveled over the bare skin below him, chest heaving as Yongguk tried hard to control himself. “Maybe you should ask me nicely.”
“Well you’re kinda acting like one.” Yongguk retorted wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down, pressing their lips lightly together. “But I’ll deal with it.” His fingers inched his t-shirt up over his body as he distracted him with his tongue, running it across his teeth before pulling back to rip Junhong’s t-shirt off.
He raised his fingertips up to trail them slowly down the younger boy’s pale chest. “God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, flipping them over and attaching their lips back together. His hands roamed across every patch of skin he could reach, fingers flicking painfully at Junhong’s nipples until he had him crying out.
“This is wrong.” He mumbled against his neck. “This is so wrong. I’m going to go to jail.”
Junhong wrapped his long legs around his back and held him in place. “I probably want this more than you do. So shut up and just fuck me.”
Yongguk didn’t seem to hear him as he tried to push himself up, his body shaking in the effort to control himself. “This is bad. You don’t know what you want.”
Growling, Junhong reached between them and darted his hand inside of Yongguk’s pants and boxers, gripping his erection tightly in his fist. Yongguk bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut, body rocking forward against his will.
Junhong rubbed his palm across the velvety soft tip, smiling when he felt the wetness already staining his boxers.
“Is it so bad to want another man bent over you and screaming your name so the whole world knows to get the fuck away?” He whispered against his ear.
The chest pressed against his rumbled and Junhong knew he had finally won.
“Do you have anything?” Yongguk asked, undoing his pants and kicking them off his legs as he ran his hands up Junhong’s tight denim covered ones.
“No. Do you?” Junhong lifted his bottom to help the other boy slide his jeans off, leaving both of them in only their boxers.
Yongguk pursed his lips as he thought for a moment. “I don’t have any condoms. But I might have a bottle of hand lotion in the front.” He leaned over the seat and dug through the console, jerking when Junhong licked a stripe from the base of his spine up to his shoulders. “I’m not going to be able to find it unless you calm your fucking hormones, kid.”
Laughing, Junhong sat back against the car door, waiting impatiently for him to find what he was looking for.
“Got it!” The older boy grinned, holding up a half-empty bottle of lotion. He frowned, taking in his appearance. “Why are you still wearing underwear?”
“Maybe I don’t want to do all the fucking work you lazy ass.” Junhong pulled him down to cover him, lips seeking his and hands wrapping tightly around his back. He rocked his hips upwards, sighing when he felt Yongguk’s length rubbing against his. “Touch me.” He gasped out, eyes fluttering closed as Yongguk’s tongue found his nipple, sucking it inside his mouth as their hips continued grinding together.
“Hmm?” Yongguk purposely ignored him, moving his attentions to the other side, fingers trailing lightly down Junhong’s heated chest.
Growling, Junhong scratched his nails painfully hard across his back, enjoying the shout of pain it earned him. “I said to fucking touch me.” He ordered. “Don’t make me ask again.”
Yongguk sat up, an amused smile quirking up the side of his lips. “Well aren’t you a bossy little one?” He chuckled, having to stretch a leg out beside him to sit back. “I like that. Are you going to tell me how to fuck you?” He asked, hooking his fingers in the thin cotton and slowly pulling it down his legs, eyes not moving from Junhong’s own glassy ones. “You’re probably a loud one too, aren’t you. I bet I could have you screaming for me in no time.”
He finally had them off those long, slim legs and tossed them into the front seat, dropping his weight heavily back over Junhong, the younger boy moaning under his breath when he finally had some much needed friction against his bare skin.
Yongguk knew he wanted to feel their skin rubbing against each other’s but he wanted to wait just a little longer to give it to him. The longer he held out, the friskier this brat seemed to get and he could probably get off on just his bossiness alone.
His fingers dug into the skinny hips, holding him still as he swiveled his body downwards, letting all of his cries and pleas wash over him, making his cock even harder than before. The unblemished neck was calling for his mark, teeth sinking in painfully hard.
“P-Please hyung!” Junhong reached his breaking point, hands scrambling at the window behind him as he tried to keep still.
“Please what?” Yongguk released the skin of his neck with a loud pop, smirking at the dark bruise that would notify everyone of what he had been up to. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you, please!” His eyes were wet and he dug his top teeth into his lip, biting so hard that the skin around it turned white.
He didn’t look convincing enough, Yongguk thought, trailing his finger down below his belly button and across the soft hair between his hips. Leaning against the back seat, Yongguk rested his weight on his elbow, tugging his boxers down his thighs and letting his own erection pop free. He fisted their tips between his palm, moving them against each other.
“Hyung please!” Junhong threw his head back, body shaking as he gripped at the tan, sweaty shoulders above him. His eyes shot open, anger filling his pupils as he yanked painfully hard at Yongguk’s dark hair. “Fuck. Me.” He growled, spreading his leg to the middle of the front seats. He scooted down in the seat and held his knees apart. “Before I hold you down and fuck you instead.”
“God, your attitude.” Yongguk breathed out, his eyes memorizing every single detail of the sight below him. The boy was sexy, no doubt about that, but he was also beautiful. The messy blonde hair, now partially matted to his head. The long eyelashes that rested gently on his cheeks when his eyes were closed. Even the way his chest moved up and down as he panted in frustration was erotic to Yongguk. He wanted to spend hours mapping his way across the barely there freckles on his skin, days counting every single emotion that flickered across his face, years learning what made him smile or made him frown.
Yongguk shook his head, forcing those thoughts away. He had only known the kid for less than a day. Just because he was nice to look at and Yongguk got off on his sassiness didn’t mean a damn thing. Tomorrow afternoon he and Himchan would be heading back to school and he’d probably never see him again.
Grabbing the bottle of lotion off the floor, he squeezed some onto his fingers, his eyebrows still pulled together in thought.
“What’s wrong?” Junhong held his chin between his palms, his expression calm. “You look like you left me for a second there.”
He tried hard to put a reassuring smile on his face as he rested his elbow on one of the younger boy’s knees. “It was nothing. Just wondering if I should make you cry or make you beg.” He teased, sliding his fingers down his skin until he made him jerk as his digit pressed against his opening.
“Why don’t you try just getting me off.” Junhong said sarcastically, legs falling farther apart as the very tip of the finger breached inside of him. “We’ll see how you do and work from there.” He wiggled his bottom as Yongguk moved inside of him, his eyes heavy as he whimpered.
Yongguk watched as he moved in and out, the younger boy so tight that he had to press down on his chest to hold him still or he couldn’t pull his finger out. “You’ve done this before, right?” He asked disbelievingly, adding the second finger and scissoring them inside, Junhong arching off the car seat and groaning.
He nodded shakily. “Yes, so don’t even try to go easy on me.” The little shit winked at him as he grabbed his own dick, jerking it in time with Yongguk. “Or should I be on top so you can sit back and rest your old bones.”
Growling, Yongguk shoved the last digit inside, grinning when Junhong yelled obscenities at him as his body turned rigid and twisted against his will. “Oh I’m sorry, were you saying something?” He asked, curling his fingertips up and passing them playfully over his prostate.
“Oh god! Right there! Please, again!”
Ignoring his begging, Yongguk pulled his fingers out and grabbed the lotion again, smearing it over his ignored erection. “Ready for me?” He asked, aligning himself with Junhong’s entrance, raising an eyebrow at him.
Junhong pulled his head down and pressed their lips together, smiling into the kiss. “I’ve been ready for you all day.” He said softly.
His chest filled with a burst of unexpected warmth for the boy. He had seen the way his family treated him and knew his bad attitude was a result of being picked on and made to feel inferior. But he could tell that behind that sour expression was a sixteen year old boy that just wanted someone to give him affection, show him that he was worth something.
“Hold on to me tightly, okay?” He kept their lips together, kissing him senseless as he slowly entered him, trying to distract from the pain.
Junhong cried out into his mouth with Yongguk taking the opportunity to push his tongue inside, tasting every inch of him as he finally buried himself as far as he could go. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself for long, the incredible feeling of being inside Junhong was almost too much for him. But he forced himself to hold off, wanting to make sure the younger boy was ok before going any further.
His thumbs rubbed circles into the milky white hipbones and he whispered soothingly into his mouth.
Junhong finally seemed to relax, his body growing less rigid in his hands, tongue meeting his with every stroke.
“Go.” He ordered breathlessly. “Fuck me, hyung.”
Not needing to be told twice, Yongguk pulled out until just the very tip remained before snapping his hips forward and forcing Junhong’s head to thump against the door. He groaned as the slick, tight heat surrounded him, his movements showing no mercy as he fucked him mercilessly into the seat of the car.
“H-Hyung!” Junhong was definitely a screamer, Yongguk thought, grinning to himself. The boy had opened his mouth the second he started moving and hadn’t shut it since. He had thrown out commands left and right, ordering him to go harder, faster, lift his ass, Yongguk doing every single thing he was told. The look of ecstasy that was passing over his angelic face was worth losing control to the brat.
He slowed down long enough to lift one of Junhong’s long legs over his shoulder, trying to thrust into him at a different angle. This one reached the desired destination, the lean body arching on the seat, his name being shouted into the small car, the boy’s calf trembling against his neck.
Junhong could feel his orgasm approaching, his stomach was so tight it almost hurt. He pressed his fist against his lips trying to stifle the cries that wanted to emerge, surprise on his face when Yongguk pulled it away, braiding their fingers, his eyes dark and focused solely on Junhong’s face.
“Junhong.” He whispered, voice cracking on the word.
That was it for him. What he had been waiting for all day. The sound of his name coming out of those perfect lips was all he needed to fall off the edge of the cliff, his body spasming as he shot his release across his chest, briefly wondering if he should be ashamed that the older boy didn’t even have to touch him to get him off.
Yongguk closed his eyes, concentrating solely on himself, rutting roughly against the sensitive boy’s skin, letting the soft whimpers drive him closer and closer.
“Hyung, hyung.” The quiet words chanted into the air had him growling loudly, snapping at the soft skin next to his lips. He dug his teeth into the boy’s leg and let the flesh muffle his yells as he erupted deep inside of him, crying out Junhong’s name as he collapsed across his chest.
A few minutes passed before Yongguk came down from his high only to realize there were fingers running gently through his damp hair, Junhong humming under his breath as he stroked his scalp.
“Wow.” Yongguk mumbled, nuzzling his face against the boy’s neck. “That was… Wow.” He repeated.
Junhong snorted. “Yeah.” He agreed. “You weren’t bad.”
“What?” Yongguk lifted his head, snarling at the teasing smile on his face. “I just made you see stars you little shit.”
Giggling, Junhong gave him a rarely seen glimpse of his dimples as he grinned at him. “God Yongguk-hyung. Take a joke.” He poked him in the nose and pushed him off. “Ugh.” He grabbed his discarded t-shirt and wiped the mess of his stomach. “You’re gonna clean that by the way. No way can I put it in my hamper for my mother to see.”
Yongguk pulled his boxers and pants back on, cranking the back window down so that he could light up a cigarette. “You need to be taught some fucking manners.” He grumbled, blowing a cloud of smoke at his face.
Swatting the smoke away with a grimace, Junhong finished buttoning his pants and laid his head in Yongguk’s lap, pressing his face against his stomach. “I’m tired.” He complained. “Let’s take a nap.”
“A nap?” Yongguk laughed, taking another drag off the cigarette. “It’s one in the morning!”
Junhong shrugged, making himself comfortable. “I’m comfortable.” He pouted.
A smile came across Yongguk’s lips as he gazed down into the sleepy eyes of the younger boy. He ran his finger down his cheeks and over his swollen lips. “So what now?” He finally asked, furrowing his brows. “What do we do?”
Redness spread across the boy’s cheeks at the question. “W-What do you want to do?” He asked nervously. “I mean, you go to school three hours away from here.”
“Do you regularly make a habit of sleeping with complete strangers?” Yongguk questioned.
He shook his head and buried his face back into his bare stomach. “No.” His voice was muffled as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “I’ve only had sex one other time.” He admitted.
Yongguk grinned suddenly, his teeth bright in the darkness. “Ok.” He sounded relieved, taking one last suck before throwing the stick out the window. “Ok.” He repeated, pulling Junhong up by the shoulders and moving him to sit on his lap. “I’ve only been in two relationships.” His thumbs counted up Junhong’s ribs as he spoke. One by one by one. “But I haven’t slept with anyone else in months.” Junhong looked confused at what he was getting at, but let him continue without interrupting. “I like you.” Yongguk admitted, his ears turning red at the confession. “I know I don’t really know you. But you’re a smartass and you love music as much as I do and you laugh really loudly and when you smile your eyes disappear and I want to touch every inch of your skin over and over and you smell like strawberry shampoo-“
Junhong ducked his head, shy at the sweet words coming from the suddenly nervous boy.
“-And when I see your expression when someone from your dickhead family says something rude to you, I just want to throw you against the wall and fuck you so hard that you don’t have any thought left in your head except for me. I want to be the only thing you-“ He was cut off as Junhong’s lips were pressed against his. “Are you trying to shut me up, Junhonggie?”
Junhong’s heart sped up at the way he said his name, knowing that the man would have him wrapped around his finger with just the way his name rolled off those amazing lips.
“Maybe.” He grinned, nipping at the plump bottom lip in his reach. “It working?”
Laughing, Yongguk nodded, slipping his tongue inside of his mouth and tasting the sweet flavor that he had come to recognize as uniquely Junhong. It was something he could quickly get addicted to and even though it frightened him, he was dying to know just how much the boy could imbed himself into his life.
“I like you.” Junhong whispered, hiding his face in his neck. “I really like you.”
“Good.” Yongguk wrapped his arms around the boy’s thin frame and held him tightly. “That’s good.”
When they made it back to the house, Junhong reached to open the front door but Yongguk stopped him.
“I thought you had to sneak back in?” He teased, running his thumb over his hand.
“Nah. Just out. Once they’ve been in bed a couple hours then they’re out for the night.” He pulled the door open and smiled at the silent house. “See?”
Yongguk grabbed his hand before he could walk away. “Goodnight Junhong.” He said, his voice full of warmth. “Sweet dreams, baby.”
All Junhong could do was nod with a flushed face before running up the stairs, leaving behind an amused Yongguk.
Today was a really good day to start smoking again, he told himself.