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Suho wanted to use Sieun’s thighs to get off.
It started off innocent enough, quick glances, a few not so accidental touches. So he ignored it. Thought the interest would subside.
Then it started driving him a little crazy. He wanted, needed, to feel Sieun’s thighs flex under him, needed to feel the soft skin of his thighs as he chased his release.
They were laying in bed, enjoying each other’s space after a long day. Sieun was asleep in Suho’s arms, faced towards the wall, with their legs intertwined. Suho was staring off into space, with his neck twisted toward the ceiling.
He was trying everything to not get a hard on. Taking long and deep breaths, thinking about his grandma, doing difficult math equations in his head. Nothing was working. He was still trying to desperately distract himself, but anytime Sieun shifted, it went straight to his cock.
He was embarrassed, feeling like a teenager again, getting partially hard over some thoughts and a little bit of rubbing. Sieun’s legs kept shifting while he slept, making it worse for him. He felt like a pervert thinking like this, while Sieun was asleep. Suho needed to get away from Sieun.
He started to move slowly, trying not to wake Sieun. He moved his left leg first, pulled it out gently from between Sieun’s legs, then pulled his right leg out from under Sieun's leg. Sieun shifted a little but he still seemed asleep. Deeming it was safe enough, Suho scooted to the edge of the bed carefully.
He sat there for a moment and tried to collect his thoughts. He could ask Sieun about sex, but he felt nervous. They haven’t done much of anything yet, and he didn’t want to push Sieun too far out of his comfort zone.
He knew Sieun was somewhat interested in him sexually, they had makeout sessions with some hands wandering, but that’s as far as it went before Sieun pulled away. He didn’t know if Sieun wanted more, or if he could even take more. Suho put his head in his hands and groaned.
He was about to go take a cold shower, but before he could get up, Sieun was grabbing his arm.
“Come back. You’re so warm.” Sieun murmured, voice heavy with sleep.
Suho turned to face him, immediately filled with deep affection for the boy. “Sieun-ah, I’m going to take a shower. I’ll be right back.” He voiced quietly.
“Don’t care. Please come back.”
Suho knew it was a bad idea, he knew he should have gone to shower, but he lacked self control when it came to Sieun. He hated telling him no.
Without speaking, Suho laid back down, crawled behind Sieun, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders again.
Sieun pushed back into Suho’s space, unintentionally rubbing his ass against Suho’s cock.
Suho let out a muffled moan, and immediately froze. Maybe Sieun didn’t hear him, he thought hopefully.
Sieun went completely rigid.
“Oh” Sieun sounded quietly, shocked.
Suho was so fucked.
His mind was scrambling for excuses, something to defend himself.
As he found an excuse, about to say it aloud, Sieun did it again more purposefully.
Suho moaned again. Loud.
“Sieun-ah. What–”
Sieun repeated the action.
“Sieun. Stop– what are you doing?” Suho is dazed. Sieun is usually the first one that pulled back when things got heavier, never explaining why.
“Do you not want me to?” Sieun asked so quietly, Suho almost didn’t hear him.
Suho was genuinely bewildered.
“Sieun-ah I want you in any way you’ll let me have. I thought you weren’t ready, or that you didn’t want to do anything.” Suho said easily. He had no reason to lie.
Suho couldn’t see Sieun’s face from this position, but he stopped moving completely. Knowing Sieun, he was thinking about his response.
Sieun grinded his ass against Suho again. Assumingly, Sieun was telling him nonverbally that he was okay with this.
While Suho was delighted with Sieun grinding against him, he wanted some form of verbal confirmation.
“Sieun. Can you tell me what you want?”
Sieun stilled and flipped to face Suho.
Suho was admittedly staring. Sieun looked so pretty, his chubby cheeks flushed, hair laid perfectly on his forehead, the sunlight making his tan skin stand out.
Sieun sheepishly looked down avoiding eye contact with Suho.
“Suho, I want– I’ve just never–” Sieun trailed off awkwardly.
Suho thought about harmlessly teasing Sieun, and he would normally, but he doesn’t want to wait much longer.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” Suho softly asked.
Sieun bit his lip, “Yes.” He whispered, nodding.
Suho gently brought his hands to both sides of Sieun's face and leaned in. He placed a kiss on the tip of Sieun’s nose and forehead. Then kissed each of his cheeks individually.
Then he moved to his lips, leaving one, two, pecks before adding more pressure. He moved slowly at first, slotting his lips between Sieun’s bottom lip, pumping, waiting for Sieun to reciprocate.
Sieun moved against Suho, returning the amount of pressure Suho was giving him. He continued by parting his lips slightly, licking a little at Suho’s top lip.
Suho let his tongue brush Sieun’s lips, swiping at both of them, then poked at his bottom lip asking to be let in. Sieun instantly let him in, groaning softly.
Suho let his tongue explore Sieun’s mouth, going over his teeth, the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks. Then their tongues met, sliding against each other messily. Suho sucked at Sieun’s tongue, he started at the tip of his tongue and causally sucked, then pulled more of it into his mouth and sucked harder and licked at the bottom of it.
Without breaking the kiss, Suho let his hands drift down. Going over Sieun’s arms, squeezing his biceps, then moved to his chest, squeezing at his clothed tits hard. Sieun whimpered against Suho’s mouth.
Suho continued his descent, hands drifting over his stomach, rubbing slightly against it before continuing down. He let his hands grab at Sieun’s thighs, squeezing roughly as he moaned against Sieun's lips.
Suho broke the kiss and shifted their positions, pushing Sieun gently against the headboard. Sieun’s shorts have ridden up, revealing his soft tan skin. Suho needed to ride Sieun. He climbed between Sieun’s right leg, letting his cock rest against Sieun’s thigh. Suho could feel everything against his clothed cock. It would feel better if he took his sweats off, but he didn’t care. He wanted Sieun.
“Is this okay, princess?” Suho paused, waiting for confirmation or for Sieun to say no.
Sieun nodded.
Suho slowly started to grind his hips down against Sieun’s thighs. He could feel every little drag to his very core, the pull of his cock against Sieun’s thigh. He could feel Sieun’s cock twitching against his leg when he moved his hips forward.
Suho kept the slow pace, riding Sieun’s thigh. His cock dragging against the uncomfortable fabric of his sweats shouldn’t feel this good. He shouldn’t already be close to coming, but Sieun’s thighs were so perfect.
His boxers were sticking to his thighs with how much precum he was leaking from the tip of his cock. It was uncomfortable, but he just kept going.
He put his head on Sieun’s shoulder and sped up the pace just a little, feeling how Sieun’s thighs were flexing under him.
“Sieun-ah– your thighs–” Suho moaned.
Sieun brought his hand to his own clothed cock and started palming at it for more friction.
Sieun was so hot. Suho was going to go insane.
“Suho-yah– touch– me–” Sieun choked out.
Fuck. Suho was going to come embarrassingly fast.
“I got you– shit.”
Suho lifted his head off Sieun’s shoulder, still grinding, and moved his hand to replace Sieun’s, pawing at his clothed cock.
“Fuck– Hyung–” Sieun groaned out.
Another long grind, and his orgasm slammed through him. He was coming in hot, white spurts. He kept grinding through his orgasm as it made its way through his body, struggling to keep palming at Sieun’s cock.
As he came down from his high, he slowly stopped his hips. He started to breathe in deeply, catching his breath from what just happened.
Ignoring the mess in his boxers, Suho resumed palming at Sieun’s clothed cock, wanting him to come too.
Abruptly, Sieun moved Suho’s hand off his crotch, pushed him off his leg, and crawled into his lap to straddle him. Holding onto his shoulders for stability, he started rubbing his ass along the outline of Suho’s cock.
“We can do more– Wanna feel you hyung–” Sieun let out, almost shy.
Suho isn’t sure about giving it to him. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he did, but he didn’t want Sieun to push himself too hard.
“Are you sure? Sieun-ah I was okay with keeping our clothes on.” Suho responded softly, grabbing Sieun’s hips, halting them.
“Fuck– Suho– want you inside– please–” Sieun pants as he tried to grind down harder against Suho’s cock with no luck.
Suho was hard again.
“Sieun-ah are you absolutely positive? I’m serious about keeping our clothes on, we don’t have to do this tonight, or any night if you don’t want to.”
Suho was trying to have a little more restraint. He wanted to make sure Sieun knew they could take it slow, that they didn’t have to rush into it.
“Yes Hyung– fuck– need you to fuck me– please–” Sieun was begging.
Suho gave in. For Sieun, he always did.
“Fuck. Okay. Can you get on your back for me?”
While Sieun nearly shoots himself out of Suho’s lap, Suho leans over to the bedside table and opens his drawer, to look for the small bottle of lube he had stored there.
He starts to look for it in a slight panic, wanting to get back to Sieun as soon as possible.
“Suho-yah I can go to the convenience store if you need me to.” Sieun spoke impatiently.
“No, I know I have lube in here, I wanted it just in case.” Suho said honestly, still searching for the lube.
Sieun didn’t say anything back, just laid there, waiting for Suho.
Suho found the bottle in the corner of his drawer, grabbed it and turned back to face Sieun. He set the bottle down next to the pillow and gently spoke up.
“Can I take your shirt off, baby?”
Sieun nodded.
Suho quickly grabbed at Sieun’s shirt, slipping it off without any problem and let it drop somewhere he didn’t see.
Suho stopped for a moment to admire Sieun. He looked beautiful.
“Can I take your shorts off too?”
Sieun nodded eagerly again.
Suho gripped the sides of Sieun’s shorts, pulling them off, along with his boxers in one go and let them drop to the floor.
Suho paused. Sieun was breathtaking. His hard cock resting in between his thighs.
The soft tan skin of his thighs being exposed. Suho can’t explain it. He doesn’t know why he likes Sieun’s thighs so much. They’re just so thick. They look like they’re meant to be squeezed, to be sucked on. Suho was going to go crazy. Sieun was just so gorgeous.
“Baby, I’m going to open you up now, okay?” Suho tried to speak calmly.
“Okay.” Sieun choked out.
Suho didn’t say anything after that, immediately opening the lube and coating his fingers on his right hand as thoroughly as possible.
“This might hurt some, or be a little uncomfortable.” Suho warned softly.
Sieun nodded.
Suho slid one of his fingers in Sieun’s hole.
Not much, just to the first knuckle. Letting Sieun get used to it. Then slowly pushed more of it in. He started to thrust his finger in and out gently, only thrusting until the second knuckle. He let his finger feel Sieun’s walls. They were smooth and soft, just like everything else on Sieun. His cock would soon be in the same hole.
Sieun was breathing heavily at this point, pleasure apparent on his face.
Suho pushed the rest of his finger in and stilled for a moment, before carefully thrusting again. He let his finger thrust as far as it could, searching for that spot deep inside him.
Sieun was letting out the tiniest noises. A few small moans. Barely audible.
Suho decided to slip another finger in, just as slowly as the first.
Sieun hissed lightly at the stretch but otherwise, didn’t show any discomfort.
Suho paused the movement of his fingers for a moment, and leaned over to kiss Sieun’s neck. He started off with a few pecks, and then gradually moved to longer, more languid kisses. He started sucking bruises into his neck, wanting Sieun to get used to his fingers before moving them again.
As Suho started thrusting his fingers again, he moved down to Sieun’s chest. He placed pecks right above his left nipple, teasing a bit, and then left a peck directly on the bud. He sucked the bud into his mouth, and began lapping at it.
He went ahead and moved his fingers, pushing them in and scissoring them a little while continuing to lap at Sieun’s nipple.
Sieun was moaning at that point, covering his mouth with his arm to muffle it.
Suho ignored it, sucking on his nipple harshly. Moving his fingers faster and deeper and stopped the scissoring action.
Sieun suddenly let out what sounded almost like a muffled wail.
Suho was about to stop but realized he found Sieun’s prostate.
Realizing this caused that reaction, he targeted it
He started that same pace again and brushed over his prostate as much as he could.
He thrusted his fingers in the same spot, continuously. Over and over.
Sieun started openly moaning, moving his arms to grip the sheets.
Suho pulled away from Sieun’s nipple for a moment, speaking up. “That’s right princess, show me how much you like it.”
He returns to the nip, sucking just as harshly as before. He matched the rhythm of his tongue to his fingers.
“Suho-yah—"
Suho repositioned himself so he would be able to keep up his restless pace.
“Hyung— that’s enough—" Sieun tried through a moan.
Suho paused for a moment. Worried.
“Fuck me— now.”
Suho didn’t have to be told twice. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Sieun, and started stripping off his clothes.
He took his shirt off first and threw it to the side, letting Sieun stare for a moment. He moved to take his pants and boxers off at the same time and threw them somewhere random.
He was about to grab the lube but realized he didn't have any condoms.
“Shit. Sieun-ah. I don’t have a condom. I’ll go to the store really quick.” He said, about to get up, but Sieun stopped him.
“It’s okay. I don’t want one.”
“Are you sure? It won’t take that long.” Suho responded.
Suho wouldn’t be opposed, but he wants Sieun to be as comfortable as possible.
Sieun suddenly sits up, and flips their positions, climbing in Suho’s lap again.
“Yes Hyung, I’m sure, can I fuck myself on your cock?” Sieun said while teasingly rubbing his hole against Suho’s bare cock.
“Can you even handle that princess? It’s a lot of work.” Suho chuckled a little teasingly.
“Yes. Now let me.” Sieun was still rubbing his ass against Suho.
“Alright.” Suho said simply, if that was what Sieun wanted, he would give it to him.
Sieun wasted no time and immediately lined Suho’s cock up to his hole.
He pushed the head in, and they both moaned simultaneously.
Sieun was so fucking warm. Suho already felt a little delirious.
Sieun pushed himself to about halfway, before stilling.
“You’re bigger than I thought—-.” Sieun said more to himself than Suho.
Suho brought his thumb to Sieun’s cheek and rubbed it affectionately. “I know baby— but you can take it. You did so well with my fingers.”
Sieun visibly flushed at Suho’s words. Suho loved praising Sieun, he looked so embarrassed and cute.
He didn’t respond, just pushed more of Suho’s cock in his hole.
Sieun was still so tight, but he kept pushing himself down until he was fully seated on Suho’s cock.
Suho let his hands gravitate towards Sieun’s thighs, just resting them there, not helping him move.
Suho didn’t want to move, wanting Sieun to take full control of the situation, but he was struggling. He wanted to fuck into that tight warmth. But he would sit still for Sieun.
Sieun moved his arms to wrap around Suho’s neck, and leaned forward to rest his head on his shoulders, basically hugging him.
“Fuck— Suho— You feel so—“ Sieun moaned, muffled into Suho’s shoulder.
“You’re doing— so good, princess— the best.” Suho said while rubbing Sieun’s thighs affectionately.
Suho was waiting as patiently as he could for Sieun to get used to the stretch, continuing to rub his thighs.
Sieun lifted his head up and brought his hands to Suho’s shoulders to steady himself. He pulled himself off Suho’s cock just a little, and pushed it back in.
Suho bit back a moan and gripped Sieun’s thighs slightly, trying to remain composed.
Sieun pulled himself off again until he was about halfway off Suho’s cock and pushed it back in faster than before.
Suho let out a small moan still composed, while Sieun keened.
“Suho-yah— You’re so fuck—"
“I know baby— keep going— you’re doing so well— for hyung—"
Suho moved his arms to wrap around Sieun’s waist, where they were in a semi hug position.
Sieun pulled himself off Suho’s cock until it was just the tip and slammed himself back down.
Suho let out a sound that was somewhere in between a moan and a grunt. Sieun whimpered.
Sieun repeated the action.
Sieun started a slow rhythm of bouncing, pulling moans out of each other with each bounce.
Sieun started to get visibly more tired with each bounce. The visible effort, his face contorting, the flex of his thighs.
Sieun was enthusiastic, but Suho could tell it was exhausting him.
He leaned back into Suho’s arms and placed his hands behind him, on Suho’s thighs.
Suho noticed that Sieun was still trying to bounce, in an odd position.
“Princess— roll your— hips instead—”
Sieun listened without saying anything. He rolls his hips forward, with less energy from before.
Sieun tried to roll his hips forward again but stopped.
“Hyung—- I can’t— please— my legs hurt—“ Sieun whined.
“I thought— you wanted to— ride me?” Suho teased softly.
“Please hyung—“ Sieun tried to roll his hips again, but to no avail.
Suho gently grabbed Sieun’s arms and put them around his neck. After, he slid his hands under Sieun’s thighs, and without pulling out, picked him up to flip their positions.
Suho moved his arms to be over each side of Sieun’s shoulders. He leaned into Sieun’s space more to leave a peck on his cheek and lips.
“Is this better— baby?” Suho mumbled.
“It would— be better if you— moved—"
Suho thrusted into Sieun without any words. It wasn’t a slow thrust, but it wasn’t a fast one either.
Now that Suho was technically the one in control, it felt a little different. He enjoyed Sieun riding, but he liked being on top of Sieun, seeing every little reaction.
He’s only thrusted once and Sieun’s lips fell open, and his head fell back against one of their pillows.
As he thrusted again, Sieun keened.
“Hyung— you’re deeper. So good—"
He thrusted again and again, until the pace was faster.
Sieun was whimpering at every thrust.
“You’re being— such a— good boy for hyung— taking it— so well—"
Another thrust. Sieun whines.
“Hyung— right there—"
Suho thrusts as deep as he can, with a little more force.
Sieun wailed.
Suho kept thrusting with the same force and pace.
Sieun was clenching now, clearly close.
Suho brought his left hand up and made Sieun make eye contact.
“I’m close, baby, fuck— so good—"
“You can come in me hyung—"
Normally Suho would ask if Sieun was sure, but he was so lost in pleasure.
He brought his hands to thread through Sieun’s hair, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
As they continued to kiss, Suho thrusted into him a bit more eager.
One more thrust and Suho was coming again for the second time.
It vibrated through him, his hold body warm and tingling.
Suho continued to thrust through his orgasm and the aftershocks that came after. He was a little overstimulated, but he wanted Sieun to come too.
The more he thrusted, the more uncomfortable it was, but he could tell Sieun was about to come.
The way he was clenching around his cock, the moaning in his mouth got louder, the kissing sloppier.
After a few more small thrusts, Suho let his hands go back to Sieun’s thighs. He gripped them and pushed Sieun’s legs to his chest.
“Hyung— what—" Sieun moaned, confused.
Suho pulled off Sieun’s lips to speak again.
“Keep being a good boy— and come for hyung."
He thrusted one last time, and Sieun came all over himself and Suho.
Suho worked him through it, letting Sieun enjoy it to the fullest.
After he noticed Sieun twitching and making faces of discomfort, Suho pulled out. He immediately left the room to grab a rag and water.
When he returned to the room, he noticed that Sieun was asleep. Suho was surprised that Sieun fell asleep this fast considering he had sleeping problems, but he was happy anyway.
To not wake Sieun up, he wiped the come off gently, starting in between his thighs, then his stomach. Suho wiped the come off his own chest and grabbed his sweats from the floor.
He was going to make Sieun drink some water and get dressed, but he didn’t want to wake him. So instead, he just slid into the bed and propped himself up.
He ended up staring at the ceiling for about an hour, thinking about Sieun and how much he loved the boy. He drifted off to sleep, completely and utterly content with his life.