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The two stumble into their shared house, shoes kicked to the side, jackets thrown into the couch, Yeonjun's arms around Beomgyu's waist and Beomgyu lazily holding onto his Hyung, giggling between kisses.
They have just come back from a date and Yeonjun may or may not be a little bit tipsy and initiated something with a very needy Beomgyu in the car.
As soon as Yeonjun parked, they got into a heavy make out session and that pretty much leads us to now.
But, there's just a little something that Beomgyu has for Yeonjun. A little surprise that he hoped Yeonjun would be up for tonight and he's going to assume he is with the way things are going right now.
The couple take blind steps to their bedroom, stumbling over each other's legs and hitting a limb or two on the wall because they're in such a hurry.
Yeonjun reaches his hand back and turns the doorknob to their room. Lifting Beomgyu up by his thighs, he carries him over to the bed.
The couple share a few light pecks before Beomgyu switches their positions so that he's on top of the older. He smiles down at him before going back to ravishing his mouth.
Beomgyu reaches under the pillow carefully, making sure Yeonjun is still focused on the kiss, before grabbing the pairs of handcuffs he's placed there earlier today while Yeonjun was getting dressed. He clicks them open before placing one in each of his hands. "Arms up, baby."
Yeonjun doesn't think much of it, he thinks Beomgyu's gonna pull off his button-up because he has done it before while in one of his hasty moods.
Beomgyu brings his hands up simultaneously and fastens a cuff around each of Yeonjun's wrists before fastening them to the bedposts.
The older breaks the kiss and looks up at Beomgyu with a raise eyebrow. "Did you seriously just handcuff me to the bed?"
Beomgyu nods, bottom lip between his teeth. "I like you like this. I can do whatever I want."
Yeonjun pulls at his left wrist which only results in Beomgyu delivering a half-assed hit to his chest.
"If you break those cuffs, I swear."
Beomgyu begins to slowly unbutton Yeonjun's black dress shirt. At the sight of his boyfriend's now exposed chest, he feels himself get hot. "Don't worry, I won't put anything in you or anything."
Yeonjun hisses when Beomgyu begins to kiss at his neck. The kisses are hot and wet, open-mouthed and quick. "Fuck, Beomgyu.."
"Oh, you will." Beomgyu responds with a wink. He strips himself of his sweater and abandons it on the floor.
"May I ask why you have me cuffed though?"
"I told you, I can do whatever I want to you." Beomgyu says. He brings his right hand up and rolls his thumb along Yeonjun's left nipple, causing the older to groan deeply. "I can touch you here..."
Beomgyu then slowly trails his hand lower to Yeonjun's navel, tracing random shapes with his fingers. "Right here or even..."
Yeonjun bucks his hips upward when Beomgyu cups his clothed, semi-hard dick in his pants.
"Here."
Beomgyu giggles but delivers another hit to Yeonjun when the older tugs at the cuffs again. "Do not break those handcuffs! If you break those handcuffs, I'll never forgive you."
"That's it? That's your best threat?" The older asks, stifling a chuckle.
Beomgyu huffs and crosses his arms in front of his chest. "I'm in charge tonight!"
"Okay, okay." Yeonjun says with a nod. "You're in charge, you're doing great."
Beomgyu instructs Yeonjun to toe off his socks before he begins to strip the older of his jeans. He doesn't know whether Yeonjun's cheeks are red from the alcohol or if he's blushing but he smiles at it either way.
He strips the dark blue, plaid boxers off of the other and grabs a hold of the thick length waiting for him.
Yeonjun's dick is probably one of Beomgyu's favorite parts of him. It's thick, so freaking thick and it's long; it can reach places Beomgyu has never had stimulated before him. He even likes how tight Yeonjun's balls get against the base of his dick. Every inch of it, he loves.
He'd just spend his day sucking Yeonjun dry if he could.
But that's another story for another time.
When Beomgyu wraps his lips lazily around the head of his dick, he groans out a curse. His sucks are lazy and wet but they just feel so good, especially when he lays his tongue flat against the soft tip and delivers soft licks.
"Beomgyu, don't."
The younger pulls his lips away before giggling up at the older, "Don't what, Hyung?"
"Don't just suck t-the damned tip, I'll-"
"What if I want that?"
"You better fucking not."
Beomgyu pinches Yeonjun's inner thigh, making the older yelp. "Be quiet or I won't suck it at all."
Yeonjun huffs through his nostrils. How did he let this happen? The lazy, wet suckles and licks are back directly on his tip and he throws his head back.
Yes, the tip is the most sensitive part but he's so, so sensitive there and Beomgyu knows it. That little-
Beomgyu moans around the head when he feels Yeonjun's dick growing to its full length in his mouth. He doesn't necessarily have a plan, he just knows he wants to drive Yeonjun crazy.
"Beomgyu, seriously...please?"
"You sound desperate."
"I am fucking desperate!"
The younger sticks out his tongue and winks up at Yeonjun before grabbing him by the base and painting his tongue with the transparent precum beading at the tip.
Yeonjun's hips buck at the sight and he so badly wants to break out of this stupid cuffs and pin Beomgyu to the bed already. But, he probably can't break these cuffs if he tried.
"Beomgyu!"
The feeling of Yeonjun twitching against his tongue makes Beomgyu even harder in his pants. "Yeah?"
"Yeah?"
Yeonjun narrows his eyes at the younger. When Beomgyu begins to kiss along his shaft, Yeonjun huffs in semi annoyance. "Choi Beomgyu, I'm warning you."
"What are you gonna do?"
Beomgyu decides that's enough of that. He can't have Yeonjun cum just yet. He pulls the belt out of his belt loops and throws it to the floor as well. "Wouldn't it be cool if I used the-"
"No."
Beomgyu rolls his eyes and pulls off his pants and underwear. "Don't be such a sore loser."
"I didn't lose."
"Baby, you're cuffed to the bed on the verge of a tantrum."
Yeonjun is about to knee Beomgyu in his side but his whole thought process is interrupted when Beomgyu straddles him again, sitting higher up this time, on his midsection. He licks his lips at the hard length against Beomgyu's thigh. He feels like pissing Beomgyu off for cuffing him, "It's cute." He does actually find Beomgyu's dick kind of cute. It's not as big as his, nowhere near. The head is a soft pink color.
But Beomgyu, on the other hand, "Don't say that!"
"What? That your cock is cute?"
Beomgyu hits Yeonjun's chest yet again. "I'm in charge! Accept that! You should be listening to me, you're defiant."
The older chuckles at his boyfriend's reactions. He's so cute, even right now. Naked and trying to take charge.
"I'm sorry." He says in between laughs. "You're just so- so cute!"
Beomgyu allows Yeonjun to have his laughing fit. As Yeonjun laughs his heart out, Beomgyu grabs the lube out of the nightstand.
He clicks the cap open and squirts a generous amount of lubricant onto his hand before bringing it back and lubing up Yeonjun skillfully, applying lubricant on every inch of him because every inch is going in him.
"Are you done yet?"
"I'm sorry, babe." Yeonjun breathes out. "I just think you're so cute.
Beomgyu should've gagged him too. He takes a breath before he scoots down and hovers his hole over Yeonjun's dick.
The older breathes out once he finally stops laughing. His breath hitches once Beomgyu is seated fully on him in one try.
Beomgyu grips onto his thighs and hisses through his teeth. He likes the searing pain of taking Yeonjun like this, without stretching himself. It feels so good like that. And when Yeonjun fucks him raw, without him being stretched, it's even better.
"You like that, baby?"
"Beomgyu."
"You like having your big, thick cock nestled in something warm and tight, don't you?" Beomgyu moves his hips forward until Yeonjun's tip catches on his rim. He smiles down at the older, giggling at the expression on his face. "You like it?"
"You know I like it."
Beomgyu rolls his eyes, "Hyung!"
"It was a rhetorical question."
"That's what you ask me all the time."
Beomgyu says. "Be fair here."
Yeonjun stifles another chuckle. Beomgyu's so cute when he's fed up.
"You'd be such a difficult bottom. This is supposed to be sexy or whatever and you're being difficult."
The older replies, "It's sexy, baby."
"I'm about to leave you cuffed to the bed. Don't ruin this for me."
Beomgyu places his hands flat on the older's chest and slowly sinks his hips back, letting out pretty, breathy moans as he's filled inch by inch.
Yeonjun bites the inside of his cheek as he watches the younger's cheeks tint a beautiful pink. His hips are flush against Beomgyu's smooth, soft, fleshy, supple skin. When he bucks his hips up, Beomgyu shakes his head.
"You're not even allowed to do that, baby."
Beomgyu grins as the older groans at the obligation. He grinds his hips down onto Yeonjun at an achingly slow pace. The slow drag of Yeonjun against his walls has him wanting to fuck himself onto the older, completely wreck himself on him, it almost has him wanting to uncuff him so he can have his way with him but he won't. He'll speed up the pace eventually. He just wants to have fun with his boyfriend a bit more.
Beomgyu knows Yeonjun will get his revenge in the very near future but he'll enjoy this for now.
With every achingly slow drag of Beomgyu's hips, Yeonjun is letting out raspy groans under his breath. Even after Yeonjun has annihilated his hole every chance he gets, the younger is still so tight around him, feels like a virgin.
Beomgyu runs his hands through his Hyung's hair and and places a kiss to his forehead, "You're hot when you listen."
The older only groans when Beomgyu lifts his hips again. "Don't stop, Beomgyu."
And that makes Beomgyu feel giddy for a reason he isn't sure of but he is not mad about it. "What do you want me to do?"
Yeonjun bucks his hips upward, drawing a moan from the younger above him. "To stop teasing me."
Beomgyu, now chest to chest with the older, whimpers and grips onto his shoulders with now shakey hands. "Don't you dare."
In one ear and out the other that statement goes and he begins to roll his hips up into the younger both skillfully and hastily, sending the other into a whimpering, panting mess.
Yeonjun can't be too focused on the complaints coming from Beomgyu's mouth, only listening to a few things. They're meaningless threats for the most part and he wants to laugh but he'll laugh later.
Right now, his priority is on top of him, engulfing him in Beomgyu's snug, warm hole.
The handcuffs hit lightly against the metal which creates a light ting sound everytime Yeonjun thrusts up into Beomgyu. Yeonjun really has to ask Beomgyu about these later.
"You're no fun." Beomgyu whines in between pants. His lips are captured in a sloppy, fast-paced kiss. He quickly follows suit, kissing the older back, allowing their tongues to do just as much fucking as they're doing.
Their skin meets with each other in harsh, skin bruising thrusts and Beomgyu curses himself for giving up so quickly.
"This is more fun." Yeonjun retorts. "You don't agree?"
The younger just may be too loud to actually have heard Yeonjun.
"Don't worry, Beomgyu, I'll award you for your efforts."
A wave of pleasure makes it's way through Beomgyu's body as his breath hitches and his grip on Yeonjun tightens. "You're such a sore loser."
Yeonjun kisses away his pout but ruthlessly slams into the gland that'll have him squirming on top of him nonetheless. The way Beomgyu grinds his hips back to meet every thrust of Yeonjun's makes everything more the pleasurable.
"You didn't play fair either." He breathes out.
The doe-eyed boy looks up at his boyfriend, a small smile tugging at his lips. "That's different, you're supposed to let me bend the rules."
Yeonjun rolls his eyes and watches as his boyfriend's eyes screw shut and his mouth open agape. The younger lets out a mantra of Yeonjun's name along with a warning.
A warning that he's close, so close. It's a beautiful mess in all honesty.
"Uncuff me first."
The younger shakes his head but he's reaching up anyway, freeing his Hyung from the restraints.
Immediately, strong hands are on his ass, practically groping the soft skin and maintaining a good grip as he fucks up into the younger.
"I can't believe you handcuffed me."
"I'll do it again." Beomgyu whimpers out. He ruts his hips onto Yeonjun, tears of pleasure pricking his eyes.
Yeonjun plants soft kisses all over Beomgyu's face which contradict heavily with his harsh hip snapping.
It makes the younger lean into the comfort of his boyfriend.
He feels Beomgyu's hole spasm around him, squeezing around him just right, silently begging him not to stop.
"I would've lasted longer if you weren't pounding into me, you know." Beomgyu whines before his complaints turn into babbles of how good he feels.
Yeonjun himself is close as well considering that Beomgyu was teasing the absolute fuck out of his dick earlier. "Beomgyu."
The younger hums in response.
"Together?"
Beomgyu nods frantically against the older's chest. Yeonjun's heart is pounding against his ribcage and his chest is rising and falling just as quick as his thrusts. His deep, frequent moans are music to Beomgyu's ears.
Yeonjun lets out a throaty groan as he cums into the younger, hips speeding themselves up involuntarily to ride out his orgasm.
It could have been the groan or the feeling of the hot, sticky ropes inside of him, but whatever it is, makes Beomgyu cum on the spot. Onto Yeonjun's midsection.
"Sorry, Beomgyu, I didn't mean to-"
Beomgyu shushes him. "It feels good inside, don't apologize." He whines when Yeonjun lifts his hips off of him.
"I can't believe you handcuffed me to the bed."
"Believe it." Beomgyu responds. He feels tired already. "I have another idea."
The other hums in acknowledgement.
"You carry me to the bathroom, we shower, you dress me, tuck me in and cuddle me all night."
Yeonjun shrugs his shoulders before he places a kiss to Beomgyu's forehead.
"That's a much better idea than your first."