The Education of Zico part 3/?
Pairing: ZiChan (side of BangLo)
Rated: M
Length: 3.9K
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“Go.” Himchan whispered, fingers slipping against his skin. “Let’s go.” His voice was desperate and Zico knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to release. Their lips found each other’s again and Zico tried to maneuver them back to the table with his friends without releasing his tight grip on the slim hips under his palms.
He stumbled against the table, Himchan sprawled out over on top of him as the rest of the boys laughed. Zico held his hand out in the direction he knew Jihoon was. “Key.” He told him, voice muffled because of the lips pressing on them.
A cold piece of metal was placed into his palm and he stood, picking the skinny boy up and telling him to hang on.
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Junhong sat in shocked silence until his brother and Zico were out of sight, his mouth dropped open and eyes wide.
“Shut your mouth up, baby.” Yongguk laughed. “We both knew it was coming.”
“But-But they were… On the table? Oh my god!” He slapped his hand over his mouth and gagged. “They’re going to have sex, aren’t they? That’s so gross, is this how he felt with us around?”
Yongguk rolled his eyes and pulled Junhong onto his lap, the darkness of the room hiding his hands as they spread over the dark denim of the younger boy’s jeans. “Do you want me to take it out of your head?” He asked, teeth scraping across his sensitive ear. “Hyung can make you forget everything else.”
Sighing, Junhong leaned back against his chest, subtly sliding down a little more to give him more room. “Touch me.” He demanded. “Now.”
Deft fingers undid his button and slid the zipper down, Yongguk’s eyes darting around the table to make sure no one was watching before he slipped his hand inside. He groaned under his breath and buried his face against Junhong’s back. “You’re not wearing underwear. You little slut.”
Junhong smirked and rocked his bottom backwards. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” His cocky exterior vanished when his boyfriend’s hand wrapped around his length. “Yes…” He breathed out, head falling against Yongguk’s shoulder. “I wish you were fucking me right now.” He told him, enjoying the frustrated rumble against his back. “I want to sit on your lap and ride you for hours.” Lips parted slightly as the hand sped up its motions. “Do you want that, hyung? Do you want your Junhonggie all spread out just for you?”
The feeling of his dick being rubbed on by Junhong’s ass was going to send him overboard in a few moments if he didn’t take control of the situation. His hand pulled out of the boys jeans to a loud sound of disappointment.
“Shh baby.” Yongguk lifted him enough to get his pants slid down lower on his hips, long t-shirt thankfully covering their actions. “Hyung knows what he’s doing.” His fingers slid down the center of his cheeks, Junhong having to lift a fist to his lips to cover his moan.
“Was that- Did you just moan, Junhong?” Minhyuk shot him a disgusted glare from across the table and eyed their disheveled appearance. “Are you two groping each other under the table? Goddamn, there’s fucking rooms for that!” He motioned for the rest of the table to follow him and they left the two boys’, both of them not caring in the slightest that they were caught.
“Scoot!” Junhong hissed. “Scoot to the back of the table where Jihoon was. No one can see us back there.”
They hurriedly maneuvered their way to the far back seat, Junhong resuming his position on top of his boyfriend’s lap. “Inside me.” He demanded, fisting his hands backwards in Yongguk’s thick hair. “I want you right now.”
“But the people-“
“I don’t care. Let them watch.” He whined and rolled his hips back.
Yongguk’s teeth came down sharply on his neck. “You want people to watch us?” His voice was strangled as he worked his pants and boxers down just far enough to remove his dick. “You want people to see me making you my whore?”
“Yes!” Junhong tugged his jeans down and shivered. Yongguk’s lap was warm and his dick was brushing just right against his ass.
“I don’t have anything. It’s gonna hurt.” Yongguk sounded worried.
Junhong reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a bottle. “I carry one around for emergencies.” He smirked. “It pays to think ahead, hyung.”
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Zico swallowed nervously as he eyed the wild-eyed boy below him. It was nowhere near his first time, but his heart was racing anyways. And from the way Himchan’s hips were expertly grinding against his, he knew it wasn’t his either.
“Zico…” Himchan breathed, reaching for him. “C’mere.”
He followed the older boy’s orders, lips pressed gently against each other’s. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Zico’s voice was full of reverence as his pulse sped up to impossible levels.
“You’re shaking.” Himchan told him, eyes furrowing in concern. He switched places with him and covered his body with his own trying to warm him up. “Calm down, calm down.”
Zico shook his head, hands nudging the black-haired boy’s shirt up and over his head. “I’m fine.” He assured him. “I’m more than fine. I’ve been dreaming about this for so fucking long.”
A small laugh met his ears. “We’ve barely known each other two weeks.” Lips met the dip in his neck and he lost his train of thought, hands clenched tightly into Zico’s t-shirt.
Flipping positions again, Zico hovered over him, finger tracing over his pouty lips, down his jaw, circling his belly button and stopping at the button on his jeans where he deftly opened it. “We’ve met before. When I was fifteen.” He told him as he sucked the thin skin above his hip bone into his mouth. “You just don’t remember.”
Himchan’s hands gripped into his hair trying to tug him back. “W-Wait.” He gasped as Zico’s shoulders nudged his knees apart, settling himself between his thighs. “What are you… What are you talking about?” He could barely get the sentence out, his concentration wavering between wanting an explanation and how good the boy’s weight felt over top of his growing length.
“Shhh..” Zico slowly unzipped his zipper, tugging them down and revealing the gorgeous thick thighs he knew was hiding under them. “Just stay still and let me have my fun with you, hyung.” He teased, brushing his nose against the blue boxers.
He gave up, body falling limply to the bed and hands gripping tightly into the sheets. “Shirt.” Himchan mumbled, head lolling to the side when he felt cold fingers hook underneath the waistband. “Off.”
Zico’s t-shirt flew across the room and he went back to where he was, boxers going the same way as the pants, his lips following not far behind them. He grinned against Himchan’s belly when his erection was freed, popping up and jutting against his chin. “You like this, hyung?” He pressed a chaste kiss against the tip, smiling at the frustrated whine it earned him. “Or maybe you like this?” His tongue slid upwards from the base, swirling around the tip.
“Don’t tease.” Himchan begged, arching his body off the bed. “Please don’t tease me.” He moaned loudly, the sound filling the small room as Zico’s mouth engulfed him, the suction so tight he almost couldn’t stand it. He knew he wouldn’t last long, couldn’t last long, not with the way Zico’s tongue was pressing against him. The arms hooked around his thighs were stronger than he realized, holding him still even when his whole body was trying to convulse off the bed.
A quiet hum vibrated against him and he cried out, trying to push him off. “Not yet!”
Zico looked up into his eyes and gave him a small shake of his head, refusing to budge. He sucked him even harder, the tip now hitting the back of his throat. When he suddenly swallowed and the wet muscles tightened around him, Himchan couldn’t hold back any longer, exploding with a loud cry before falling limply back onto the bed. He breathed heavily as Zico licked his God-given tongue around his lips and gave him a wide grin. “I didn’t want to cum yet.” His eyes felt heavy and he tried to calm his heartbeat down.
“The night’s not over.” Zico promised, hands roaming across his chest and down his arms, their fingers braiding together naturally. “I wanted to know how you tasted.” He whispered against his lips before forcing his mouth open and lazily kissing him until he had to pull away to breathe. “You taste amazing.”
Himchan’s buzz was still there, clouding his thoughts and making his responses slow, but he wasn’t full gone, not yet.
“What did you mean?” He asked, jumping up to straddle Zico’s denim covered waist. “When did we meet before?” His eyes roamed over the bare chest below him and he unconsciously licked his lips. “I would remember that. I would remember you.”
His eyes soft, Zico reached up to push a lock of hair off of Himchan’s face. “It doesn’t matter. Not anymore. All that matters is that you know me now.”
“But-“
“Are you going to talk all night? Because I’ll gag you if I have to.”
Himchan glared at him for a moment. “I’ll bite your dick off if you try.
Zico motioned towards his pants. “It has to be out for you to do that, Princess.”
Angrily unbuttoning his jeans and jerking them off, Himchan’s hand quickly went to work rubbing harshly over top of him and making him groan, hips lifting to reach his teasing touch. Zico reached down to push his boxers off as well, but the other boy batted his hands away.
“Don’t even think about it.” He threatened, backing up and dropping down to his elbows. “My turn.”
He let him take control for the moment, both of them knowing it was all for show and that Zico could take it back at any time. But he wanted to see just how far the other boy would go. Junhong had mentioned once before that his brother dated girls so Zico knew this was all new for him. He sat up on his elbows and watched him try to untangle the boxers off his ankles.
Himchan gulped, his cheeks blushing a light shade of pink when he came back up. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing.
“I don’t kn-“
“I’ll love anything you do.” Zico interrupted. “Trust me.”
He nodded and hesitantly wrapped his hand around Zico’s length. This was something he at least had practice in, so he just did the same speed and movements that felt good to him.
It must have worked because he soon had Zico panting under his touch. “Himchan, you need to stop.” He threw his head back and groaned when he felt the head encircled by his warm mouth, saliva mixing in with the drops of liquid already dampening his skin. His body collapsed on the bed, chants of Himchan’s name leaving his lips. “God baby, you have to stop!” He managed to shove his shoulders back, Himchan actually listening to him for once and sitting up with a lewd pop of his lips.
“Did you not like it?” He looked worried making Zico want to kiss the frown off his face and fuck him roughly for hours to prove how irresistible he really was. “I mean I’ve never-“
Zico interrupted him again, this time by shoving him face first into the covers, cheek smashed against the pillow. “Play time’s over.” He said gruffly. He knew Jihoon hid supplies in the nightstand so he quickly grabbed what he needed and laid it beside him. “I told you I’d give you one chance to stop me. Here it is.” His tongue lapped at the base of Himchan’s spine as the older boy pushed his bottom backwards.
“Don’t stop.” He told him, voice muffled against the bed. “Want you.”
Letting out the breath he had been holding, Zico nodded and grabbed the bottle beside him and unsnapped the lid. “This is going to be uncomfortable. But I promise it won’t last for long, okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer, going ahead and spreading Himchan’s legs farther apart. The pad of his finger pressed against him for a moment before dipping in slightly.
Himchan whined as his body’s natural instincts took over and tried to force it out. He gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm as Zico slowly slid his digit all the way inside.
“You doing okay?” He breathed, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him. At the shaky nod, he started curling his finger, trying to do it as gently as possible so that Himchan only felt very little pain.
The feeling of something inside of him was more disconcerting than the sting in his ass, Himchan thought. It felt foreign and he wasn’t sure what the big deal was because being inside a girl felt a million times better than this.
“I’m going to add another one okay?” Zico murmured, slipping his finger out so that he could insert two inside.
This time he was in a little bit of pain. Himchan grimaced and wiggled his back to try and ease the ache.
“Hurt?” Zico rubbed his lower back and leaned over to nibble on his earlobe. “I can make it better. Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” He muttered, his eyes clenched tight as the fingers inside of him were spreading apart, opening up muscles that had never been opened before. A deliberate flick of Zico’s nail had him scrambling on the bed, a loud cry erupting from his lips. “Oh god, oh fuck, do that again!”
Zico smirked and repeated the motion, making Himchan’s blood boil in his veins and his whole body heat to impossible temperatures.
If this was what it felt like with only two fingers, Himchan was dying to know what Zico inside of him would do to him. He felt around on the bed and blindly grabbed the foil wrapper he had seen Zico pull out. Reaching around behind him, he shoved it in Zico’s face and whined to get his attention.
“You sure?” Zico didn’t sound convinced. “It’s your first time so it’s really going to hurt for a little bit. Maybe I need to add another fi-“
“Now!” Himchan turned his head and growled. “Do it now!”
Zico stuck the wrapper between his teeth and turned him onto his back, grinning at the erection that was once again present between Himchan’s legs. Knowing it was there because of him, because of his touch was such a fucking turn-on.
He spit out the top of the wrapper and hurriedly put the condom on, grabbing the bottle of lube again to slick himself up, eyes never leaving Himchan’s.
All those times imagining what this would be like was nothing compared to the real thing right in front of him. He wished he had his art supplies with him and he could paint the view to keep it forever. Himchan’s pale, flawless body was spread out in front of him, his for the taking. And he was going to taint it, mar it, make it his. If he had to tattoo his name across Himchan’s forehead than that was what he was willing to do.
Everyone needed to know who he belonged to.
“Do you want me to go slow or just get it over with?” He asked shakily, wiping the dampness of his neck.
“I don’t know.” Himchan looked terrified. “Just… Just start. Just do it.”
He took a deep breath and breached his opening, both of them groaning but for different reasons. Zico tried hard not to let his inner animal out again, but the way Himchan was clenching around him made that really fucking hard. He slid in a little farther before grabbing Himchan around the back of the thighs and tugging him in closer.
Finally, finally he was all the way seated inside of him. He looked down at Himchan and hated that the boy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, tears slipping out of the corners.
“Himchan?” Zico whispered, brushing the liquid away with his thumb. “We can stop if you want to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No.” His voice was quiet but his eyes when he opened them were determined. “Move.” He demanded. “You said it would only hurt for a moment. Make it better.” He grabbed Zico’s biceps and dug his nails into the soft skin. “I want you to make it better.”
Zico licked his dry lips before rutting his hips forward a few times, Himchan’s grip getting looser and looser with each thrust. By the time he had Himchan emitting soft mewls he was ready to step it up. His body felt like it was bursting with the need to fuck him into the mattress.
“Hold on to something.” He warned him, lifting Himchan’s legs up his shoulders.
Himchan looked confused but did as he was told, fists squeezing the bed sheets under him. “What are y- ZICO!” His back arched painfully off the bed, roar filling Zico’s ears as he slammed into him as hard as he could, over and over until Himchan was a moaning, writhing mess under him. His eyes were glazed and the pink lip that Zico had sucked on until it was red and swollen was trapped between his teeth.
Zico felt his stomach start to tighten and knew it was only a matter of a couple minutes that they had left. He didn’t want to end it so far away from the other boy though. He wanted their bodies touching and their lips sliding together as he finally ended something he had been waiting years for.
“Himchan…” He murmured, gently dropping his legs and collapsing over top of his sweaty body. “Look at me, baby.” His hand inched between their bodies, grabbing his cock and rubbing a thumb over the slit. He stopped his movements until Himchan whined and opened his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.”
His hips barely moved, body moving as slow as possible until Himchan started begging, his voice as dry as sandpaper. Once he had him pleading desperately for him, only him, did he speed up, his wrist twisting and pulling until all Himchan could do was lie boneless under him. His mouth fell open, but his eyes never left Zico’s.
As soon as Zico felt the nails digging into his hips he knew Himchan was close to falling apart. Zico’s smile was happy and he pressed a slow, lazy kiss against the heart-shaped lips. “Break.” He whispered. “Just for me. Let it go.”
The soft, loving words were all Himchan needed to cry out, Zico’s name falling off of his lips as the space between their stomachs was filled with the warm liquid.
He knew Himchan was over-sensitive now, the pained mewls coming out from between his lips told him that. But he couldn’t resist holding out for a few more pushes, the sensation of being inside Himchan was too good to just let go of so easily.
“Mine.” He growled against his lips right before he emptied himself inside of him. “You’re mine, you’re mine.” Everyone had to know Himchan belonged to him, had belonged to him since he was fifteen he told himself, rolling a large patch of skin between his teeth. He wanted to leave his mark for the world to see, wanted anyone who looked at him to know what he had been doing behind closed doors.
When he sat up he was surprised to see an amused grin quirking up Himchan’s lips. “You done pissing on me like a damn dog?”
“Mmhmm.” Zico rolled off of him and spread out on his back. “I’d say sorry but I wouldn’t really mean it.”
Himchan snorted and closed his eyes. “I’m exhausted. And my back hurts.”
Soft fingers traced down his nose and over his jaw. “We need to get dressed. Jihoon won’t want us here all night.” He helped the sore boy into his clothes and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Come home with me.” Himchan stumbled a little as they walked to the door. “You’re drunk. You don’t need to go home alone like this.”
Himchan closed his eyes and leaned on Zico as he led him back to the corner table where everyone was gathered, a lot more drinks spread out on the table than before. He narrowed his eyes at Junhong’s wrinkled clothes and satisfied smile but chose not to question it.
“Key.” He stated, handing it back over to Jihoon. “We’re heading out.”
Minhyuk grinned slyly at the two boys messy hair and Himchan’s bruised neck. “You two have a good time then?”
Slapping him on the shoulder, Taeil shook his head. “Leave him alone. Maybe we won’t have to deal with his Himchan boner every second for the next two years.”
Himchan’s head popped up at his words. “Yeah.” He slurred, the alcohol mixing in with his tiredness to make him barely alert. “What is that all about anyway?” His confused eyes turned to Zico’s. “I just met you two weeks ago. Why did you say I met you when you were fifteen?”
After an angry glare at his friends, silently warning them to shut the hell up, Zico started leading him towards the door. “They’re just being idiots, hyung. Ignore what they’re saying. You're drunk.”
When he got him back to his house and into his room they both suddenly turned nervous, the effects of the alcohol quickly leaving their systems. They removed their clothes until they were both standing awkwardly in their boxers, Zico rubbing his sweaty palms across his stomach. Himchan laid down on the side of the bed and curled his body against the wall, leaving Zico to quietly crawl after him. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now.
“Hyung?”
Himchan hummed a reply.
Zico swallowed and nervously chewed on his lip. “Will you still be here when I wake up?” He hated the way his voice sounded so vulnerable. But he meant every word he had said to him tonight. Every compliment, every touch.
The other boy was still as he thought about the question. “I don’t know.” He finally answered honestly.
The three words hit him so hard in the gut that he felt his breath almost taken away. Zico blinked back the sudden wetness in his eyes and turned on his side so that he wouldn’t have to look at him. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and envelop him in his arms and bury his face into the nape of Himchan’s neck.
But it was obvious that wasn’t wanted.
And when he woke up the next morning to an empty bed he wasn’t surprised.
Rated: M
Length: 3.9K
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“Go.” Himchan whispered, fingers slipping against his skin. “Let’s go.” His voice was desperate and Zico knew it wouldn’t take long to bring him to release. Their lips found each other’s again and Zico tried to maneuver them back to the table with his friends without releasing his tight grip on the slim hips under his palms.
He stumbled against the table, Himchan sprawled out over on top of him as the rest of the boys laughed. Zico held his hand out in the direction he knew Jihoon was. “Key.” He told him, voice muffled because of the lips pressing on them.
A cold piece of metal was placed into his palm and he stood, picking the skinny boy up and telling him to hang on.
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Junhong sat in shocked silence until his brother and Zico were out of sight, his mouth dropped open and eyes wide.
“Shut your mouth up, baby.” Yongguk laughed. “We both knew it was coming.”
“But-But they were… On the table? Oh my god!” He slapped his hand over his mouth and gagged. “They’re going to have sex, aren’t they? That’s so gross, is this how he felt with us around?”
Yongguk rolled his eyes and pulled Junhong onto his lap, the darkness of the room hiding his hands as they spread over the dark denim of the younger boy’s jeans. “Do you want me to take it out of your head?” He asked, teeth scraping across his sensitive ear. “Hyung can make you forget everything else.”
Sighing, Junhong leaned back against his chest, subtly sliding down a little more to give him more room. “Touch me.” He demanded. “Now.”
Deft fingers undid his button and slid the zipper down, Yongguk’s eyes darting around the table to make sure no one was watching before he slipped his hand inside. He groaned under his breath and buried his face against Junhong’s back. “You’re not wearing underwear. You little slut.”
Junhong smirked and rocked his bottom backwards. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” His cocky exterior vanished when his boyfriend’s hand wrapped around his length. “Yes…” He breathed out, head falling against Yongguk’s shoulder. “I wish you were fucking me right now.” He told him, enjoying the frustrated rumble against his back. “I want to sit on your lap and ride you for hours.” Lips parted slightly as the hand sped up its motions. “Do you want that, hyung? Do you want your Junhonggie all spread out just for you?”
The feeling of his dick being rubbed on by Junhong’s ass was going to send him overboard in a few moments if he didn’t take control of the situation. His hand pulled out of the boys jeans to a loud sound of disappointment.
“Shh baby.” Yongguk lifted him enough to get his pants slid down lower on his hips, long t-shirt thankfully covering their actions. “Hyung knows what he’s doing.” His fingers slid down the center of his cheeks, Junhong having to lift a fist to his lips to cover his moan.
“Was that- Did you just moan, Junhong?” Minhyuk shot him a disgusted glare from across the table and eyed their disheveled appearance. “Are you two groping each other under the table? Goddamn, there’s fucking rooms for that!” He motioned for the rest of the table to follow him and they left the two boys’, both of them not caring in the slightest that they were caught.
“Scoot!” Junhong hissed. “Scoot to the back of the table where Jihoon was. No one can see us back there.”
They hurriedly maneuvered their way to the far back seat, Junhong resuming his position on top of his boyfriend’s lap. “Inside me.” He demanded, fisting his hands backwards in Yongguk’s thick hair. “I want you right now.”
“But the people-“
“I don’t care. Let them watch.” He whined and rolled his hips back.
Yongguk’s teeth came down sharply on his neck. “You want people to watch us?” His voice was strangled as he worked his pants and boxers down just far enough to remove his dick. “You want people to see me making you my whore?”
“Yes!” Junhong tugged his jeans down and shivered. Yongguk’s lap was warm and his dick was brushing just right against his ass.
“I don’t have anything. It’s gonna hurt.” Yongguk sounded worried.
Junhong reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a bottle. “I carry one around for emergencies.” He smirked. “It pays to think ahead, hyung.”
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Zico swallowed nervously as he eyed the wild-eyed boy below him. It was nowhere near his first time, but his heart was racing anyways. And from the way Himchan’s hips were expertly grinding against his, he knew it wasn’t his either.
“Zico…” Himchan breathed, reaching for him. “C’mere.”
He followed the older boy’s orders, lips pressed gently against each other’s. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Zico’s voice was full of reverence as his pulse sped up to impossible levels.
“You’re shaking.” Himchan told him, eyes furrowing in concern. He switched places with him and covered his body with his own trying to warm him up. “Calm down, calm down.”
Zico shook his head, hands nudging the black-haired boy’s shirt up and over his head. “I’m fine.” He assured him. “I’m more than fine. I’ve been dreaming about this for so fucking long.”
A small laugh met his ears. “We’ve barely known each other two weeks.” Lips met the dip in his neck and he lost his train of thought, hands clenched tightly into Zico’s t-shirt.
Flipping positions again, Zico hovered over him, finger tracing over his pouty lips, down his jaw, circling his belly button and stopping at the button on his jeans where he deftly opened it. “We’ve met before. When I was fifteen.” He told him as he sucked the thin skin above his hip bone into his mouth. “You just don’t remember.”
Himchan’s hands gripped into his hair trying to tug him back. “W-Wait.” He gasped as Zico’s shoulders nudged his knees apart, settling himself between his thighs. “What are you… What are you talking about?” He could barely get the sentence out, his concentration wavering between wanting an explanation and how good the boy’s weight felt over top of his growing length.
“Shhh..” Zico slowly unzipped his zipper, tugging them down and revealing the gorgeous thick thighs he knew was hiding under them. “Just stay still and let me have my fun with you, hyung.” He teased, brushing his nose against the blue boxers.
He gave up, body falling limply to the bed and hands gripping tightly into the sheets. “Shirt.” Himchan mumbled, head lolling to the side when he felt cold fingers hook underneath the waistband. “Off.”
Zico’s t-shirt flew across the room and he went back to where he was, boxers going the same way as the pants, his lips following not far behind them. He grinned against Himchan’s belly when his erection was freed, popping up and jutting against his chin. “You like this, hyung?” He pressed a chaste kiss against the tip, smiling at the frustrated whine it earned him. “Or maybe you like this?” His tongue slid upwards from the base, swirling around the tip.
“Don’t tease.” Himchan begged, arching his body off the bed. “Please don’t tease me.” He moaned loudly, the sound filling the small room as Zico’s mouth engulfed him, the suction so tight he almost couldn’t stand it. He knew he wouldn’t last long, couldn’t last long, not with the way Zico’s tongue was pressing against him. The arms hooked around his thighs were stronger than he realized, holding him still even when his whole body was trying to convulse off the bed.
A quiet hum vibrated against him and he cried out, trying to push him off. “Not yet!”
Zico looked up into his eyes and gave him a small shake of his head, refusing to budge. He sucked him even harder, the tip now hitting the back of his throat. When he suddenly swallowed and the wet muscles tightened around him, Himchan couldn’t hold back any longer, exploding with a loud cry before falling limply back onto the bed. He breathed heavily as Zico licked his God-given tongue around his lips and gave him a wide grin. “I didn’t want to cum yet.” His eyes felt heavy and he tried to calm his heartbeat down.
“The night’s not over.” Zico promised, hands roaming across his chest and down his arms, their fingers braiding together naturally. “I wanted to know how you tasted.” He whispered against his lips before forcing his mouth open and lazily kissing him until he had to pull away to breathe. “You taste amazing.”
Himchan’s buzz was still there, clouding his thoughts and making his responses slow, but he wasn’t full gone, not yet.
“What did you mean?” He asked, jumping up to straddle Zico’s denim covered waist. “When did we meet before?” His eyes roamed over the bare chest below him and he unconsciously licked his lips. “I would remember that. I would remember you.”
His eyes soft, Zico reached up to push a lock of hair off of Himchan’s face. “It doesn’t matter. Not anymore. All that matters is that you know me now.”
“But-“
“Are you going to talk all night? Because I’ll gag you if I have to.”
Himchan glared at him for a moment. “I’ll bite your dick off if you try.
Zico motioned towards his pants. “It has to be out for you to do that, Princess.”
Angrily unbuttoning his jeans and jerking them off, Himchan’s hand quickly went to work rubbing harshly over top of him and making him groan, hips lifting to reach his teasing touch. Zico reached down to push his boxers off as well, but the other boy batted his hands away.
“Don’t even think about it.” He threatened, backing up and dropping down to his elbows. “My turn.”
He let him take control for the moment, both of them knowing it was all for show and that Zico could take it back at any time. But he wanted to see just how far the other boy would go. Junhong had mentioned once before that his brother dated girls so Zico knew this was all new for him. He sat up on his elbows and watched him try to untangle the boxers off his ankles.
Himchan gulped, his cheeks blushing a light shade of pink when he came back up. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing.
“I don’t kn-“
“I’ll love anything you do.” Zico interrupted. “Trust me.”
He nodded and hesitantly wrapped his hand around Zico’s length. This was something he at least had practice in, so he just did the same speed and movements that felt good to him.
It must have worked because he soon had Zico panting under his touch. “Himchan, you need to stop.” He threw his head back and groaned when he felt the head encircled by his warm mouth, saliva mixing in with the drops of liquid already dampening his skin. His body collapsed on the bed, chants of Himchan’s name leaving his lips. “God baby, you have to stop!” He managed to shove his shoulders back, Himchan actually listening to him for once and sitting up with a lewd pop of his lips.
“Did you not like it?” He looked worried making Zico want to kiss the frown off his face and fuck him roughly for hours to prove how irresistible he really was. “I mean I’ve never-“
Zico interrupted him again, this time by shoving him face first into the covers, cheek smashed against the pillow. “Play time’s over.” He said gruffly. He knew Jihoon hid supplies in the nightstand so he quickly grabbed what he needed and laid it beside him. “I told you I’d give you one chance to stop me. Here it is.” His tongue lapped at the base of Himchan’s spine as the older boy pushed his bottom backwards.
“Don’t stop.” He told him, voice muffled against the bed. “Want you.”
Letting out the breath he had been holding, Zico nodded and grabbed the bottle beside him and unsnapped the lid. “This is going to be uncomfortable. But I promise it won’t last for long, okay?” He didn’t wait for an answer, going ahead and spreading Himchan’s legs farther apart. The pad of his finger pressed against him for a moment before dipping in slightly.
Himchan whined as his body’s natural instincts took over and tried to force it out. He gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm as Zico slowly slid his digit all the way inside.
“You doing okay?” He breathed, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him. At the shaky nod, he started curling his finger, trying to do it as gently as possible so that Himchan only felt very little pain.
The feeling of something inside of him was more disconcerting than the sting in his ass, Himchan thought. It felt foreign and he wasn’t sure what the big deal was because being inside a girl felt a million times better than this.
“I’m going to add another one okay?” Zico murmured, slipping his finger out so that he could insert two inside.
This time he was in a little bit of pain. Himchan grimaced and wiggled his back to try and ease the ache.
“Hurt?” Zico rubbed his lower back and leaned over to nibble on his earlobe. “I can make it better. Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” He muttered, his eyes clenched tight as the fingers inside of him were spreading apart, opening up muscles that had never been opened before. A deliberate flick of Zico’s nail had him scrambling on the bed, a loud cry erupting from his lips. “Oh god, oh fuck, do that again!”
Zico smirked and repeated the motion, making Himchan’s blood boil in his veins and his whole body heat to impossible temperatures.
If this was what it felt like with only two fingers, Himchan was dying to know what Zico inside of him would do to him. He felt around on the bed and blindly grabbed the foil wrapper he had seen Zico pull out. Reaching around behind him, he shoved it in Zico’s face and whined to get his attention.
“You sure?” Zico didn’t sound convinced. “It’s your first time so it’s really going to hurt for a little bit. Maybe I need to add another fi-“
“Now!” Himchan turned his head and growled. “Do it now!”
Zico stuck the wrapper between his teeth and turned him onto his back, grinning at the erection that was once again present between Himchan’s legs. Knowing it was there because of him, because of his touch was such a fucking turn-on.
He spit out the top of the wrapper and hurriedly put the condom on, grabbing the bottle of lube again to slick himself up, eyes never leaving Himchan’s.
All those times imagining what this would be like was nothing compared to the real thing right in front of him. He wished he had his art supplies with him and he could paint the view to keep it forever. Himchan’s pale, flawless body was spread out in front of him, his for the taking. And he was going to taint it, mar it, make it his. If he had to tattoo his name across Himchan’s forehead than that was what he was willing to do.
Everyone needed to know who he belonged to.
“Do you want me to go slow or just get it over with?” He asked shakily, wiping the dampness of his neck.
“I don’t know.” Himchan looked terrified. “Just… Just start. Just do it.”
He took a deep breath and breached his opening, both of them groaning but for different reasons. Zico tried hard not to let his inner animal out again, but the way Himchan was clenching around him made that really fucking hard. He slid in a little farther before grabbing Himchan around the back of the thighs and tugging him in closer.
Finally, finally he was all the way seated inside of him. He looked down at Himchan and hated that the boy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, tears slipping out of the corners.
“Himchan?” Zico whispered, brushing the liquid away with his thumb. “We can stop if you want to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“No.” His voice was quiet but his eyes when he opened them were determined. “Move.” He demanded. “You said it would only hurt for a moment. Make it better.” He grabbed Zico’s biceps and dug his nails into the soft skin. “I want you to make it better.”
Zico licked his dry lips before rutting his hips forward a few times, Himchan’s grip getting looser and looser with each thrust. By the time he had Himchan emitting soft mewls he was ready to step it up. His body felt like it was bursting with the need to fuck him into the mattress.
“Hold on to something.” He warned him, lifting Himchan’s legs up his shoulders.
Himchan looked confused but did as he was told, fists squeezing the bed sheets under him. “What are y- ZICO!” His back arched painfully off the bed, roar filling Zico’s ears as he slammed into him as hard as he could, over and over until Himchan was a moaning, writhing mess under him. His eyes were glazed and the pink lip that Zico had sucked on until it was red and swollen was trapped between his teeth.
Zico felt his stomach start to tighten and knew it was only a matter of a couple minutes that they had left. He didn’t want to end it so far away from the other boy though. He wanted their bodies touching and their lips sliding together as he finally ended something he had been waiting years for.
“Himchan…” He murmured, gently dropping his legs and collapsing over top of his sweaty body. “Look at me, baby.” His hand inched between their bodies, grabbing his cock and rubbing a thumb over the slit. He stopped his movements until Himchan whined and opened his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t close your eyes.”
His hips barely moved, body moving as slow as possible until Himchan started begging, his voice as dry as sandpaper. Once he had him pleading desperately for him, only him, did he speed up, his wrist twisting and pulling until all Himchan could do was lie boneless under him. His mouth fell open, but his eyes never left Zico’s.
As soon as Zico felt the nails digging into his hips he knew Himchan was close to falling apart. Zico’s smile was happy and he pressed a slow, lazy kiss against the heart-shaped lips. “Break.” He whispered. “Just for me. Let it go.”
The soft, loving words were all Himchan needed to cry out, Zico’s name falling off of his lips as the space between their stomachs was filled with the warm liquid.
He knew Himchan was over-sensitive now, the pained mewls coming out from between his lips told him that. But he couldn’t resist holding out for a few more pushes, the sensation of being inside Himchan was too good to just let go of so easily.
“Mine.” He growled against his lips right before he emptied himself inside of him. “You’re mine, you’re mine.” Everyone had to know Himchan belonged to him, had belonged to him since he was fifteen he told himself, rolling a large patch of skin between his teeth. He wanted to leave his mark for the world to see, wanted anyone who looked at him to know what he had been doing behind closed doors.
When he sat up he was surprised to see an amused grin quirking up Himchan’s lips. “You done pissing on me like a damn dog?”
“Mmhmm.” Zico rolled off of him and spread out on his back. “I’d say sorry but I wouldn’t really mean it.”
Himchan snorted and closed his eyes. “I’m exhausted. And my back hurts.”
Soft fingers traced down his nose and over his jaw. “We need to get dressed. Jihoon won’t want us here all night.” He helped the sore boy into his clothes and wrapped an arm around his waist. “Come home with me.” Himchan stumbled a little as they walked to the door. “You’re drunk. You don’t need to go home alone like this.”
Himchan closed his eyes and leaned on Zico as he led him back to the corner table where everyone was gathered, a lot more drinks spread out on the table than before. He narrowed his eyes at Junhong’s wrinkled clothes and satisfied smile but chose not to question it.
“Key.” He stated, handing it back over to Jihoon. “We’re heading out.”
Minhyuk grinned slyly at the two boys messy hair and Himchan’s bruised neck. “You two have a good time then?”
Slapping him on the shoulder, Taeil shook his head. “Leave him alone. Maybe we won’t have to deal with his Himchan boner every second for the next two years.”
Himchan’s head popped up at his words. “Yeah.” He slurred, the alcohol mixing in with his tiredness to make him barely alert. “What is that all about anyway?” His confused eyes turned to Zico’s. “I just met you two weeks ago. Why did you say I met you when you were fifteen?”
After an angry glare at his friends, silently warning them to shut the hell up, Zico started leading him towards the door. “They’re just being idiots, hyung. Ignore what they’re saying. You're drunk.”
When he got him back to his house and into his room they both suddenly turned nervous, the effects of the alcohol quickly leaving their systems. They removed their clothes until they were both standing awkwardly in their boxers, Zico rubbing his sweaty palms across his stomach. Himchan laid down on the side of the bed and curled his body against the wall, leaving Zico to quietly crawl after him. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now.
“Hyung?”
Himchan hummed a reply.
Zico swallowed and nervously chewed on his lip. “Will you still be here when I wake up?” He hated the way his voice sounded so vulnerable. But he meant every word he had said to him tonight. Every compliment, every touch.
The other boy was still as he thought about the question. “I don’t know.” He finally answered honestly.
The three words hit him so hard in the gut that he felt his breath almost taken away. Zico blinked back the sudden wetness in his eyes and turned on his side so that he wouldn’t have to look at him. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and envelop him in his arms and bury his face into the nape of Himchan’s neck.
But it was obvious that wasn’t wanted.
And when he woke up the next morning to an empty bed he wasn’t surprised.