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The usually silent library is abuzz with a sizable crowd of students gathered around the main desk for the very same reason why Donghan is there. Everyone has seen the posts in the college board, and like Donghan, they want to see it for themselves.
And there it is, afixed by the librarian on the wall behind the counter, an improvised warning sign reading:
No Dick Sucking
In The Library
!!!!
“Why do you think they put that up there?” Jibeom asks in a hushed voice. He’d been dragged by Donghan against his will, but now that he’s here Jibeom cranes his neck with interest to get a better look at the sign. “Have you heard anything?”
“Nah,” Donghan shakes his head. He knows from experience the library isn’t exactly a hot hookup spot on campus. He's fooled around there once or twice himself, but never going past a makeout or a handjob before going somewhere else. “Nothing happened. I think the librarian is just bored and wants to go viral. It’s already popping up in forums and SNS.”
“Well, one thing’s for sure,” Jibeom snorts, “there’s gonna be a hell of a lot of things happening here now.”
“Beomie, you read my mind,” Donghan grins mischievously. “Wanna bet I can suck dick three times here without getting caught?”
Jibeom’s face pales. “No, I don’t. I know better than betting against you.”
“Okay, got it,” Donghan nods, “five times, all different guys, without getting caught.”
“Donghan!” Jibeom hisses, looking around them wildly in case anyone is listening. He pinches the bridge of his nose and gives Donghan a tired look, “just… just don’t get caught.”
Of his usual go-to hookups, Yongha, bless his one-track mind bimbo brain, is as easy to rope into his scheme as Donghan expected him to be. He bites down on Yongha’s lip as they kiss, slips his hand inside the younger boy’s track pants to give him a good squeeze, and that’s all it takes to get Yongha to put down his cigarette and follow him obediently to the library, albeit with a small noise of protest when he realizes where Donghan is leading him.
“Why here, hyung?” He whispers, panicked eyes looking around as Donghan presses him against a bookcase and bites down on his neck. “We could’ve gone anywhere else…”
“To make a point,” Donghan answers smoothly as he kneels down in front of Yongha. He looks up at him and gives him a reassuring smile. “Relax, nobody ever comes to this section at this hour.”
“But what if someone does?”
“Then we give them a show. Now shush, we still have to be quiet.”
Yongha is hard and leaking when Donghan pulls down his pants, his grievances having done nothing to diminish his arousal. Donghan licks his lips at the excess precum gathered under the foreskin of Yongha’s cock and says a silent thanks for the meal as he takes him in his mouth.
To Donghan’s joy and exasperation both, Yongha’s reaction is immediate and vocal. He glares at the younger boy in warning, having a silent exchange as Yongha gives him an apologetic look in return, before continuing his way down.
Yongha’s cock is a funny one, thicker at the base and narrowing upwards, especially fun to play with and tease. With a mischievous smile, Donghan pulls back slowly and stops to suck on the head like a lollipop— and startles when Yongha makes another noise, louder this time.
“I’m sorry!” Yongha whispers, mortified, as Donghan pulls off and stares at him.
“Yongha-yah, I’m gonna have to stop if you keep being loud,” Donghan warns, stroking him slowly. “Do you want me to do that?”
“N-no!”
“Do you promise to be quiet?” Donghan asks calmly, thumbing under the head of Yongha’s cock. The boy barely suppresses a yelp, and Donghan raises a questioning brow at him.
“Yes, I’ll be quiet!” Yongha replies, voice low and urgent. “I’ll be quiet, please don’t stop…”
Satisfied for the moment, Donghan gets back to task. He keeps an eye on Yongha from the periphery of his vision, and the other boy sure is a sight: eyes squeezed shut, one hand covering his mouth while the other holds on to a shelf for dear life, and Donghan loves it. He loves the arousing rush of reducing men to such messes with just his mouth, though Yongha is admittedly a rather simple one to break. His own erection strains against his pants, but he ignores it for now, too focused on keeping his pace to make Yongha come undone.
Then he feels Yongha’s thighs trembling and his dick twitching, sure tells that Yongha is about to cum, and Donghan has a split second to react as the wicked thought crosses his mind.
He pulls off Yongha once more— with a loud, wet pop, for good measure— and grips firmly at the base of his dick, making a ring with his fingers.
“Hyung!” Yongha whines without thinking, then flinches when he realizes how loud and sexual the sound was. He lowers his voice to a whisper. “I was being quiet! You said you wouldn’t stop if I was quiet!”
“When did I say that? I said I would have to stop if you weren’t quiet. I made no promises on the contrary.” Donghan fights for his life to keep a straight face at the look of betrayal Yongha levels at him. “You always cum so soon, anyway, where’s the fun in that?”
“It’s your fault!” Yongha pouts.
“I’m flattered.” Donghan thinks his grin must look decidedly evil, judging by the way Yongha shivers. “Don’t worry, Yongha-yah, hyung’s gonna let you cum… eventually.”
Yongha makes a sound akin to a hiccup when Donghan’s mouth is on him again. He takes his time at the head kissing and licking, then sucking lightly at the very tip. Yongha is visibly struggling to keep standing, the barely there teasing of Donghan’s mouth clearly not providing enough contact or pleasure. He’s at Donghan’s mercy, unable to do anything to get what he wants faster, and Donghan finds it exhilarating.
He keeps at this some more, pushing Yongha’s shirt up to kiss and lick the dips of his nascent six pack, all while barely giving him any friction by continuing to stroke his cock near the head with just his thumb, index and middle fingers holding it like tweezers, leaving a wet trail on Yongha’s lower abdomen as he slowly makes his way back to sucking the other boy’s dick.
“Hyung… Please…”
Yongha’s voice barely rises above a shaky sigh, a sound that strokes Donghan’s dick and ego both. He’s unreasonably satisfied whenever he pushes someone into that state. Yongha makes it so easy, too; Donghan hasn’t even edged him for that long, but he already sounds so broken that Donghan almost takes pity on him.
Almost.
He takes him in again, sinking down and pulling back at what is sure to be an agonizingly slow pace. Yongha groans low in his throat, sounding more and more like a wounded animal as Donghan continues to deny him the relief he craves when he, time and again, pulls off when he feels Yongha is close to his orgasm.
And good god, does Yongha look good when he’s a mess. Strands of his long hair are plastered to his sweaty face, but Donghan can still see his eyes, shiny and watery and pleading. He’s flushed all the way down from his neck, his cock is shiny with spit and colored a raw, angry red. Donghan just admires him for a few moments, happy with his handiwork.
“Hyung’s gonna let you cum now, Yongha-yah,” he tells Yongha with an approving smile.
Covering his mouth with both hands, Yongha lets out small, muffled moans as Donghan works him with shallow bobs at the head of his cock and firm strokes at the base. His moans become choked sobs when he finally reaches his climax, delayed long enough to edge on painful. Donghan pulls off but keeps stroking him through it, eyes closed and mouth open. Most of Yongha’s cum lands on his tongue, some of it ends up on his left cheek and nose, and a couple errant drops catch on his hair. He only lets go when Yongha’s legs give out and he drops to the floor, spent.
“Fuck…”
Yongha is breathing with some effort, chest heaving as he tries to recover from the intensity of his orgasm, eyes wide and wild watching Donghan swallow. “Fucking hell, hyung, I think you sucked my soul out, fuck. I’m gonna need a minute before I return the favor.”
Donghan chuckles at the comment and hums as he collects the rest of Yongha’s cum with his fingers and sucks on them. He’s so distracted that he doesn’t notice Yongha closing in on him until the other boy grabs him by the wrist and sucks the cum from Donghan’s fingers, inches even closer to lap at what little is left on Donghan’s face, and then pulls him in for a kiss, salty and sweet and eager as ever.
“It was kinda fun doing it here,” Yongha says when they pull apart. “But do you mind going somewhere else? I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us… I mean, it was kinda exciting, but…”
“So you do have an exhibitionist streak, Yongha-yah? Shocking,” Donghan teases. Still, he agrees to Yongha’s request, and they get up and straighten out their clothes to leave.
He makes sure to show the sign at the entrance his middle finger on their way out.
The librarian gives Donghan a suspicious look when he next comes in. Donghan looks the man in the eye and smiles innocently. He’s not doing anything to warrant suspicion.
All he’s going to do is stakeout the library for the evening to find out whose dick he can suck next on his quest to say fuck you to that stupid sign. And who knows, Donghan might actually get work done on one of his assignments while he’s at it. He’s always been good at multitasking.
So really, he’s just minding his business.
The perfect opportunity presents itself around two hours later in the form of Seokhwa, one of Donghan’s juniors from the dance department— and one of his regular hookups, though also one of the thorniest. There’s so much push and pull that Donghan probably should’ve stopped fooling around with Seokhwa at this point. But then again, he muses, if Seokhwa truly wasn’t interested, he already would’ve told him so a long time ago. The younger boy was never one to measure his words to spare the feelings of others anyway.
He follows Seokhwa into an empty aisle, blessedly far from the librarian’s counter, and he’s delighted to find him browsing the shelves just behind a huge cart of unsorted returned books— providence, he concludes with a grin to himself. Seokhwa is still unaware of his presence, and Donghan uses that advantage to corner him.
He approaches slowly until he’s close enough to whisper in a singsong voice directly in Seokhwa’s ear.
“Seokhwa-yah~”
Seokhwa doesn’t startle, and looks decidedly unsurprised as he turns on his heels to find himself caged between Donghan’s arms. All predictably boring reactions— exactly what drives Donghan to keep coming up with new ways to rile him up.
“What do you want, hyung?”
“So snappy.” Already sporting a semi, Donghan makes a point of it by pressing closer for Seokhwa to feel it. “I just want a little of your attention. I do miss you, you know.”
“You miss me,” Seokhwa repeats evenly. “And I’m sure this most convenient timing has nothing to do with that sign the librarian put up at the entrance, right?”
“Of course not!” Donghan reassures him, amping up his best charming smile.
“Yeah, right,” Seokhwa scowls at him. “I’m busy. Go find someone else.”
“Aw, come on, Seokhwa-yah!” Donghan whines. “Why are you always so mean to me when I’m nothing but good to you?”
Seokhwa rolls his eyes to the ceiling and lets out the sigh of the long suffering. “Please enlighten me— exactly how I’m being mean to you right now?”
“Your hyung needs help and you’re refusing to help! How is that not mean?”
“Are you seriously so much of a pain in the ass slut that you just have to suck dick in the library when someone puts up a sign that says not to?”
“Yes,” Donghan answers proudly. “Yes, I am. That sign is stupid and I’m petty. I can say it.” He gets down on his knees hugging Seokhwa’s hips, shamelessly rubbing his face all over the other boy’s crotch. “Please, Seokhwa-yah? I’m gonna make you feel so good, I bet you’ll have trouble keeping quiet.”
He feels Seokhwa getting hard against his cheek, and mouths on his dick through the fabric of his clothes for extra encouragement. Seokhwa lets out another sigh, and Donghan knows he’s won.
“If we get caught, you’re so dead.”
“Noted.”
Donghan adjusts his position so he’s better concealed by the cart, and fishes Seokhwa’s cock out of his pants. Seokhwa is one of his favorites, with a dick pretty like the rest of him and just right for Donghan to take easily. In its half hard state, it isn’t difficult for Donghan to fit the entire length in his mouth, and he wastes no time getting to work on it, eager to bring Seokhwa to full hardness and crack his facade.
He manages that rather quickly. Though Seokhwa is still impassive and silent, his hand flies to Donghan’s head and grabs a firm hold of his hair. Happy to have gotten some reaction out of him, Donghan hollows out his cheeks and quickens his tempo, eager to draw out more. It has the intended effect: Seokhwa’s grip on his hair becomes tighter, and the pain sends a jolt of pleasure through Donghan’s body that makes him moan. Without thinking, Donghan uses his free hand to palm himself through his clothes.
His reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re so pathetic.” Seokhwa’s tone is perfectly casual, as though he’s simply providing color commentary to what they’re doing, but his eyes are hard and zeroed in on every little movement Donghan makes. “Barely got me hard and you’re already moaning like the slut you are. You really have nothing but cock in your brain.”
Donghan smiles as best as he can with his mouth busy— he wouldn’t argue even if he could speak, and Seokhwa knows that.
“And just so you know.” Donghan’s hand is kicked away by Seokhwa’s foot stepping on his crotch. Donghan whimpers, half in pain and half aroused by it, and Seokhwa gives his hair another sharp tug to make Donghan look at him as he speaks almost inaudibly. “You only get to cum after me, and you’ll have to put in a lot more effort than that to make me cum. Got it?”
And maybe that’s what keeps them coming back to each other. Maybe Donghan is too stubborn to not be enticed by things he’s told he can’t have, or maybe Seokhwa enjoys playing hard to get more than he’d ever care to admit. Or maybe it’s the way Seokhwa makes him work harder than anyone else for his pleasure, his harsh words ring like praise in Donghan’s ears, that keeps Donghan so addicted to him.
He continues with redoubled effort, taking care to do it exactly how he knows Seokhwa likes it best— the slower pace, the attentive tongue work, the slightest scrape of teeth on the head as he pulls off that makes Seokhwa’s hips stutter and curses spill from his lips. He jerks Seokhwa with slow but strong strokes, tonguing the underside of his cock before taking him in again.
“Fuck, hyung, look at you,” Seokhwa breathes hard, voice higher pitched, hands making a mess of Donghan’s hair, his control slipping with every passing second. “I looked up to you so much when I joined the department, did you know that?”
Donghan stares at him helplessly, wrapped around every word. Seokhwa lets out a breathless chuckle.
“But this is your real talent,” he continues. “You’re the perfect cocksleeve, perfect dildo, perfect everything. It’s like you were just made to be used like a fucktoy, isn’t it?”
Donghan lets out a long moan that could mean yes, exactly, or please, though he doesn’t know what he’s even pleading for or agreeing with at this point. All he knows is that Seokhwa’s words are setting his skin on fire and he’s desperate to touch himself, but there’s still a foot firmly planted over his dick, denying him access and providing pressure but not the friction he needs.
“Don’t stop,” Seokhwa grunts. “Wanna cum in your mouth.”
Seokhwa’s hips stutter as he cums, and he pulls Donghan’s hair with such force that it makes his eyes sting with tears. Donghan blinks them away and pushes through it, swooning at the taste of Seokhwa spilling on his tongue and swallowing everything diligently, hoping it will finally earn him the reward he’s been waiting for.
“Untie my shoe,” Seokhwa orders.
No sooner than Seokhwa has kicked off his shoe his socked foot is back on Donghan’s dick. And honestly, a clothed footjob isn’t exactly the sweet release he’d been hoping for, but Donghan is already so far gone that, right now, this feels heavenly. He buries his face in Seokhwa’s stomach, moaning a muffled string of incoherency, and it takes him an embarrassingly short amount of time to cum inside his pants from the rough friction.
“Messy slut,” Seokhwa chastises him with a click of his tongue, as if he wasn’t the one who caused the mess in Donghan’s pants in the first place, before breaking into a smile. “All good there?”
“Wasn’t expecting this would end in a footjob,” Donghan chuckles, “or that I’d ever cum so hard from one, for that matter.”
Seokhwa raises an eyebrow in that condescending-but-endeared way that only he can. “I thought you would’ve learned by now. I’m never gonna make things easy for you.”
Donghan can only smile. I wouldn’t have it any other way, he doesn’t say. Not knowing what he wants until he gets it is half the fun of the ride when it comes to Seokhwa.
“Well, this was fun, but I wasn’t lying. I actually am busy, you know.” Seokhwa tucks his dick back inside his pants, grabs his backpack and the book he’d been looking for, and offers Donghan a hand up. “See you around, hyung. And do try not to get caught while you’re on this stupid horny vendetta.”
“Aww, he cares!” Donghan coos. The younger boy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t try to hide his amusement. “Don’t worry Seokhwa-yah, I won’t.”
With the cum stain on his crotch hidden under his oversized shirt, Donghan makes sure to check out a book before he leaves, getting a kick out of the oblivious stuck up librarian as he does.
Donghan’s quest against the sign puts him in an unexpected situation.
He’s in the library, pushed against a wall by Kim Yohan, of all people, with his hand inside the other boy’s pants and his neck being kissed and bitten with the voracity of a vampire— and isn’t entirely sure how they got there.
He’s been frustratingly aware of Yohan from the moment he first spotted him on campus during Yohan's integration week. He was already famous from being a popular athlete in high school, and so painfully hot that it drove Donghan insane with an animal urge to climb him.
The thing was, Yohan was also painfully straight.
It didn’t take him long to find a girlfriend, as girls practically threw themselves at him. And Donghan— contrary to popular belief— did know when to leave well alone. They lived in such different circles that Donghan really had no reason to cross over other than to proposition him, and since that was out of the table, he figured he might as well push Yohan out of his mind completely.
It wasn’t like he didn’t have other people to occupy his attention.
Fast forward two years, and the campus gossip mill is a flaming wasteland with the news of Yohan’s relationship ending. Donghan isn’t particularly interested in the details of it, fairly certain that Yohan will find himself another girl pretty soon— until he begins to notice Yohan everywhere he goes and starts getting the feeling that he’s being stalked.
Yohan had been the one who found him in the library— the one time Donghan was there for a legit reason, honest to god—, who pulled an empty chair to his table and without so much as a proper greeting, asked in a hushed voice, “is it true they put that sign up there because of you?”
And Donghan answered without missing a beat, “wanna find out?”
Going from that to this still feels surreal, too easy to be true, but Donghan is not about to complain. He’s ecstatic as he strokes Yohan inside his pants, his mouth watering at the meaty weight he feels there. Fuck, he’s gonna enjoy this.
Yohan lets out a trembling breath. “I’m not sure about this,” he mumbles into Donghan’s neck.
“What’s the matter?” Donghan asks, gently enough on the outside but cursing on the inside. He’s not about to get cold feet on me now, is he?
Yohan pulls away from him, then— just enough to glance at Donghan’s face and avert his eyes to the floor, a blush creeping up his neck and to the tips of his ears— and he looks conflicted as he stammers over his next words.
“It’s just that I’m not… I’m not gay…”
“Yeah, I know you had a girlfriend,” Donghan nods. “So, bi?”
“I’m not that either!” Yohan protests. “I’m… I’m straight.”
“Well, straight boy, your dick sure feels hard as a rock right now with a guy’s hand in it,” Donghan points out sardonically. “Mind telling me what the fuck we’re doing here, then?”
“I— I heard of you— from some guys in the team. And the sign…” Yohan explains shyly. “I wanted to see if it was true…”
“All for the noble pursuit of knowledge, I assume,” Donghan drawls mockingly, squeezing Yohan’s cock a little harder for emphasis. “Not because you wanted your dick sucked or anything.”
Yohan grows even redder and goes quiet.
Donghan sighs shortly, at last understanding Yohan’s sudden interest in him. It’s plain now that the other boy is in the middle of a sexuality crisis and saw in Donghan an easy outlet to explore his newfound desires. It’s not the first time he’s sought out for his reputation first rather than attraction, but Donghan isn’t bothered— one never walked far from the other anyway. The fact is that the other boy is still hard in his hand, and there’s more honesty in that than in any of Yohan's words so far. If that gets Donghan what he wants, he doesn’t mind helping Yohan do a little self-discovery.
“Do you want to stop? It’s alright if you do.”
He thinks he might as well give them this. For himself, a confirmation that this is indeed what Yohan wants; and for Yohan, an easy way out if he needs one.
Yohan startles at the question, as though that was the last thing running through his mind. “N-no! I want to… I want you to do it. If you still want to, that is.”
Donghan smiles at the flustered boy. He leans in to kiss him and reassure him that, yes, he still wants this, but Yohan stops him.
“Please, not— not that. Sorry.”
Well, that at least explains the fixation with his neck. Donghan can’t process the kind of logic that makes a blowjob okay but a kiss off limits, but Yohan looks so genuinely pained that he decides not to press it.
On his knees and right to business then.
Yohan’s cock is every bit as perfect as Donghan had been imagining it would be, long and thick and already a little red from the constraint of his pants and Donghan’s stroking, with a shiny bead of precum pushing out from the tip. He laps at it, eliciting another shaky sigh from Yohan, and uses it as a focal point from which to start, gradually covering more area with each brush of his tongue until he’s licking a column upwards the length of Yohan’s cock and finally wrapping his mouth around him.
Donghan sets a steady rhythm, gaining a little more depth every time until he’s taking Yohan to his throat with practiced ease. The younger boy gasps, his hands flying to Donghan’s hair out of pure instinct to find purchase in anything— and he thrusts.
It catches them both unaware. The way things had been going so far, Donghan fully expected Yohan would remain passive, and it’s a pleasant surprise to be proven wrong.
Yohan, on the other hand, seems mortified, like he’s done something bad.
“I’m sorry!” He whispers, face burning voice pitched close to a whimper. “I— I didn’t— fuck—”
“It’s alright,” Donghan pulls off to speak, cutting Yohan off before the boy can embarrass himself for nothing. “I was just surprised, but I don’t mind at all. Do that again.”
“Again?” Yohan repeats, eyes blown out with a mixture of uncertainty and desire. “Is it really okay?”
“‘Course it is,” Donghan reassures him, stroking his cock encouragingly. “You can fuck my mouth. I can take it.”
Yohan spends another moment in contemplation, and Donghan almost thinks he’s gonna back out. He’s about to open his mouth for some more words of persuasion when Yohan beats him.
“Tap on my thighs if you want me to stop.”
They start again, and this time Yohan seems more sure of himself as he aligns his cock with Donghan’s waiting mouth and pushes in, using one hand to keep Donghan’s head in place. His first thrusts are slow and experimental, gauging Donghan’s reactions for any signs of discomfort. Donghan closes his eyes and just lets Yohan have this, focusing on keeping his mouth relaxed and pulling his own dick out for some much needed attention, jerking himself in time with Yohan.
Gaining confidence, Yohan begins to gradually increase the tempo of his thrusts. Donghan gags around Yohan’s cock as it hits his throat more forcefully, his lips becoming a mess of saliva and precum, and he moans as he imagines the picture he must be painting right now: on his knees in this hidden corner of the library, drooling around the cock of the most desired guy on campus who everyone believes is straight, and he has to stop himself from moaning louder— for someone to hear, someone to come here and catch us like this. To make a scene.
He’s caught in his own fantasy when, without warning, Yohan grabs his head with both hands, thrusts so deep that his pubic hair tickles Donghan’s nose, and cums down his throat. Donghan’s eyes tear up and he coughs and chokes, not expecting it; he manages to swallow some of Yohan’s cum, but his gag reflex sends most of it back, adding to the mess dripping down his chin.
Yohan comes to his senses right away; his face pales when he sees Donghan’s state.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m so sorry!” He kneels in front of Donghan and cradles his face with both hands. “I really didn’t mean to do that, I don’t know why— here, let me help you…”
As if Yohan’s concern wasn’t enough of a surprise, he fishes out tissues from the pockets of his jacket and gently wipes Donghan’s face, cleaning the mess on his chin and then some of what fell on his shirt.
“T-thank you.” It’s Donghan’s turn to be embarrassed. He would’ve been perfectly content if Yohan just up and left; he truly wasn’t expecting any form of aftercare. “I’m okay. A heads up would’ve been nice, but it’s no big deal. I liked it.”
“Okay,” Yohan nods. “Okay, that’s good.” Then his eyes wander down to where Donghan’s cock is still at attention. “You didn’t… did you?”
“It’s fine,” Donghan rushes to assure him. “Really, I can take care of it, you don’t have to do it.”
“I want to.”
There’s a look of sheer determination in his face that silences Donghan, as he remembers this is likely the very first time Yohan touches another guy’s dick. He nods when Yohan gives him a searching look seeking permission, and refrains from laughing at how much the other boy seems to be steeling himself for this.
It’s incredibly awkward. Donghan is reminded of his first experiences from when he was a teenager, trading dry tugging handjobs with other boys in empty locker rooms and dark movie theaters. Gently, he puts a hand over Yohan’s, guiding him to stroke at a better pace and angle, taking advantage of the precum he’s leaking to make the slide easier, and soon he’s spilling over their joined hands. Yohan wipes his fingers with a tissue, watching enraptured as Donghan licks the cum off his.
They stare at each other for a moment, Yohan in stunned silence, Donghan fixing his eyes quite openly on Yohan’s lips, red and plush and so damn attractive. Not getting to kiss him is Donghan’s only regret about this.
“Thank you,” Yohan breaks the stalemate with a nervous chuckle. “For… you know. Sorry I couldn’t repay you in kind.”
“Don’t sweat it, straight boy. I enjoyed myself.” Donghan shrugs. “But do spare me the pretense next time.” He flicks Yohan a suggestive gaze, lifting an eyebrow for added effect. “Just say you wanna get your dick wet. I guarantee whatever rumors you’ve heard about me don’t account for half of what I can do.”
That gets Yohan even more flustered than before. “I-I’ll remember that.”
“Oh, and for the record,” Donghan continues unfazed by Yohan’s response, “that sign there wasn’t because of me, but I am on a crusade to spite it. So thanks for helping.”
They scramble to collect themselves and get the hell out of there before Yohan’s loud laughter can attract someone to where they’re hiding.
After Yohan, Donghan puts his pursuit on hold for a week to fine-tune a choreography he needs to present for evaluation, as well as finish editing a paper due in three days for his dance pedagogy class. It leaves him with no reason to come to the library other than actually studying, and he only does so at Jibeom’s request to have their apartment for himself for a few hours one evening.
The library is crowded when Donghan enters. A blessing, as for once he doesn’t get a nasty look from the librarian, preoccupied as the man is with the line of students at his counter, but that also means there aren’t any empty tables for him to use. It's safe to assume the private study rooms will all be taken as well, but Donghan figures he might as well see if he can share with someone.
He just so happens to find one occupied by a single post grad student surrounded by a mess of books and notes. Seeing who it is, Donghan enters without a thought of knocking.
The boy inside jumps at the sound of the door opening, but smiles at the sight of Donghan.
“Oh! Hi, Donghanie. You scared me.”
“Sorry, Daehyeon-hyung,” Donghan offers him an apologetic smile. “I thought we could share the space, if you don’t mind? Everywhere else is taken.”
“Sure, sure, come in.” Daehyeon cleans up some of the clutter to make room. Donghan closes the door behind him and takes the seat Daehyeon offers him. “I thought you preferred studying at home, though?”
“Joochan is over,” Donghan answers. Then, at Daehyeon’s quizzical expression, he adds for clarification: “Jibeom’s boyfriend. They haven’t seen each other in a while and Beomie is always accommodating when I have someone over… I wouldn’t say no to them having the place tonight.”
Daehyeon chuckles. “Well, I’m, uh—” he gestures around himself, “a bit swamped, as you can see, so I can’t promise I’ll be good company.”
Donghan rolls his eyes. He can’t imagine a universe where Daehyeon would qualify as bad company. “It’s okay, hyung, don’t worry.”
The older boy was one of the volunteers at Donghan’s integration activities during his very first week of university. Donghan remembers perfectly how attracted he had been to Daehyeon when he met him that day: messy bubblegum pink hair, pierced ears, tattoos— so cool and so different from what he would’ve expected from a civil engineer that Donghan was shocked when he learned that was Daehyeon’s major. And despite being from such different departments, the two grew close beyond that first week and remained good friends ever since.
Good friends who occasionally fuck to relieve the long unresolved tension between them— but that’s beside the point.
Daehyeon continues to work quietly, filling the silence with the sounds of typing, turning pages and the occasional yawn. Donghan tries to follow his example, but he becomes easily distracted watching Daehyeon instead, making note of the bags under his eyes, the deep set frown in his naturally pouty lips and the hunch of his shoulders. The more he looks, the more tired Daehyeon seems; it stirs in Donghan the urge to make a distraction of himself.
To Donghan’s advantage, Daehyeon is too focused on his work to pay attention to what he’s up to. He only notices Donghan has moved at all when the other boy, on his knees under the table, rests his hands on Daehyeon’s thighs.
“Donghan-ah!” Daehyeon startles. “When did you— We’re at a library!”
Donghan pokes his head out to grin at Daehyeon from between his legs.
“Relax, hyung, nobody will see me here even if they look through the window,” he reassures him.
“I still have work to do,” Daehyeon reminds him, tone serious, “and I can’t do it with you disrupting me.”
“Please, hyung,” Donghan frowns and gives Daehyeon his best pleading look— the one he knows from experience won’t fail. “You just look so tense and tired. Let me take care of you a little, please?”
Daehyeon sighs deeply through his nose, rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair: the three-hit combo of token reluctance that Donghan has seen many times before the other boy gives in to what he wants.
“It’s really unfair of you to pull out the puppy eyes for this, you know.” Daehyeon says in playful reprimand, unable to hide the fondness in his voice. “Tell you what: if you prove to me you can be patient and good, I’ll let you do what you want afterwards.”
Donghan’s senses tingle with excitement at the proposal— were he a dog, his ears would no doubt be perked up in attention. “How do I prove it?”
“Keep my cock in your mouth,” Daehyeon instructs him, “but don’t suck it. Just keep it hard and warm in your pretty mouth until I finish what I have to do. Can you do that?”
Donghan swallows hard. He’s never been into the idea of cock warming, as it requires a level of patience and self-restraint he usually doesn’t have, but there’s precious little he isn’t willing to do to please Daehyeon.
“I— I can. I’ll do it.”
Daehyeon smiles softly. “Good boy.”
He spreads his legs for easier access and lifts his hips to help Donghan tug his pants down, waits until the younger boy is settled under the table— a tight fit for a person of Donghan’s size, but manageable— and promptly gets back to his work.
Figuring there’s no need to rush, Donghan decides to take the scenic route, marking a path of small kisses and soft nipping through the skin of one thigh and then the other, just enough stimulation to spark some interest in Daehyeon’s dick. It isn’t even half hard when Donghan takes it in his mouth, but since he’s not in a rush to make him cum, it’s not an issue. He shifts a little to make himself as comfortable as he can between Daehyeon’s legs, preparing to be on his knees for a long time, then goes still.
Daehyeon’s body reacts of its own accord to the stimulation of a mouth wrapped around him, even if his focus isn’t in it. Donghan feels Daehyeon’s cock filling in his mouth, growing heavy on his tongue and poking his throat lightly, and he has to fight his impatience so he doesn’t give in to the base instinct of sucking Daehyeon in earnest. As it is, he simply moves his head back so that he’s only suckling softly at and near the head of Daehyeon’s cock, like he would on a hard candy that needs to melt before he can bite.
Donghan finds a comfortable position to lean his weight on and rest his head on Daehyeon’s thigh, and he quickly loses track of how much time passes, almost drifting off in the quiet of the room. Daehyeon also seems to grow used to it, his cock softening and then hardening again multiple times as his attention shifts between Donghan and his work.
Donghan’s eyes are heavy again when Daehyeon cards a hand through his hair. When he looks up, the older boy is smiling down at him.
“Are you sleepy, baby?” Donghan whines— a bit. “I know. But you’re doing so well, can you wait a little more? I’ll be done in fifteen.” He nods obediently— anything for you, hyung. “That’s my good Donghanie.”
Warmth rushes through Donghan’s body like a current at those words, duller than the flare of desire but hot enough to settle in his senses, to draw out his eagerness to please, to want to do even better for Daehyeon, to crave more. He’s now aware of how hard he is, so much that it almost hurts, but he refrains from touching himself, his only thought being earning Daehyeon’s approval when they’re done.
The fifteen minutes don’t pass fast enough, in Donghan’s opinion. He feels a tinge of excitement when, at last, he hears Daehyeon stop typing and the lid of his notebook closing. Gently, Daehyeon pulls Donghan off his now fully hard cock and pushes his chair back a bit to get a better look at Donghan and give him some room to move.
“You did so well, Donghanie, such a good boy,” Daehyeon praises him, petting his hair softly and beaming at him. Donghan preens, entirely too proud of himself. “I think you deserve a treat for keeping hyung’s cock so nice and warm all this time.”
Donghan whimpers, inching closer. He shamelessly rubs his face on Daehyeon’s cock, eager to have it in his mouth again and give him a proper blowjob this time. “Please?”
Daehyeon gives him a nod of assent. “Take what you want.”
It doesn’t need to be said twice. There’s no pause for teasing or a playful comment as Donghan gets to sucking and stroking Daehyeon’s dick almost ravenously, as though it’s the sustenance he needs to live. Daehyeon’s hands find Donghan’s scalp, but he doesn’t pull on his hair nor pushes him down further; he just keeps them there, a solid warm weight to keep up with Donghan’s furious pace.
“Fuck— So good, Donghanie.” Daehyeon moans softly, throwing his head back. He looks as unraveled as Donghan feels, eyes blown out and sweat starting to drip from his forehead and sticking to his electric blue hair. “I’m not gonna last if you keep going like this. Are you really this hungry for hyung’s cum?”
Donghan hums a muffled yes around Daehyeon’s cock. He wants to see Daehyeon come apart, wants to make him cum so hard that his mind is nothing but pleasure, blank of worries or responsibilities if only for that moment.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck— Donghan— ah—!”
A choked moan escapes Daehyeon when he cums, hips canting to push his cock further into Donghan’s waiting mouth. Donghan hums as he swallows, keeping his eyes trained on Daehyeon’s face the whole time, drinking in the sight as a blissed out expression etches itself in the other boy’s features when he pulls away.
“Did you swallow everything, baby?” Donghan opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue to show him that yes, he did. It earns him a wide approving smile. “That’s my pretty Donghanie. Good job keeping hyung’s cock clean and not making messes. C’mere.”
It’s only when he stands up for the first time in almost an hour that Donghan really feels the strain he put on his body by staying so long in that position. It’s a relief to sit on Daehyeon’s lap and rest, awkward as it is with Daehyeon being smaller and the chair not meant to fit two people.
“Poor Donghanie, still so hard… it must be painful,” Daehyeon whispers. He slowly strokes Donghan through the fabric of his pants, running his thumb over the growing damp spot over the head of his cock and pressing kisses to his back; it makes Donghan’s entire body shiver with need. “Let’s wrap up here and go to my place so I can reward you for your hard work, hm?”
Donghan only remembers the sign— and realizes he’s unintentionally scored the fourth blowjob of his quest— hours later, when he’s sated and boneless in Daehyeon’s bed.
For the final blowjob to beat his challenge, Donghan decides to treat himself, and he has the perfect idea of what to do and whose dick he wants to suck to that end.
He hasn’t known Junseo for six full months, but he thinks the freshman has to be one of his very best finds yet. Pretty face, amazing body, the dick a much welcome plus— but also just an all around genuinely nice person that Donghan enjoys spending time with even when they’re not fucking. Definitely one to keep in his contacts after he graduates in the coming months.
And another plus? Junseo is down for almost anything Donghan comes up with, always eager to try new things and adorably obedient. He doesn’t question it when Donghan texts him and asks to meet near the library, or when Donghan kisses him hard against the wall behind his now go-to aisle, or when he shoves his phone into Junseo’s hands with a certain app open.
Instead, his eyes widen when he realizes what the app is: a remote for the vibrator— more specifically, a prostate massager— that’s currently snug inside Donghan. The hungry look in the other boy’s eyes makes goosebumps rise on Donghan’s skin in anticipation; it’s the exact look he pictured when he fingered himself in the shower earlier, getting a little too into his prep.
“How long?” Junseo asks, voice low and rough and thick, his free hand finding Donghan’s hip and gripping it hard, pulling him closer. “How long has it been there?”
“Few hours,” Donghan almost moans into Junseo’s shoulder, his fingers fumbling blindly with the buttons of the other boy’s shirt. It’s not the first time he’s done that kind of thing; it always gets him high on the thrill of talking to his unsuspecting teachers and colleagues when he does, imagining what their reactions would be if they found out.
This time, though, he had only one person in mind when he did it.
“Want you to control me,” Donghan explains breathlessly, grinding against Junseo’s hips. His cock is aching from the on and off boners he’s had all day, and he’s desperate for any contact he can get. “While I suck you off. We’re gonna cum so hard together, Junseo-yah…”
Junseo looks hesitantly between Donghan and the phone. “You think you can cum from just that?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time you make me cum untouched,” Donghan smirks.
“This isn’t the same, though,” Junseo snorts before smiling softly at Donghan. “But if it’s what you want, then sure.”
And really, Donghan just has to appreciate the kind of partner Junseo is.
Most other guys wouldn’t have bothered giving a second thought to what he’s proposing, too caught up in the mood, their own arousal, and the idea of having control over him. He would already be on his knees with a mouth full of dick at this point, not to mention the fair share of others he’s slept with who would’ve skipped all that and straight up asked to fuck him instead after finding out he’s been going around with a vibrator inside him for hours.
But not Junseo, never Junseo. In a sense, he’s not too different from Donghan himself, putting the pleasure of others ahead of his own, though his reasons for doing so aren’t quite the same.
Donghan curses his luck for their age difference only bringing them together in his final year of college. He truly hopes he can keep Junseo for a long time after he graduates— at least until he inevitably becomes some other lucky person’s boyfriend.
(He doesn’t like thinking about that too much.)
Junseo pulls him in for another kiss, languid but hungry. This time he pushes back against Donghan’s hips, letting the older boy know how hard he is, and his hands wander down. It’s a little clumsy with Junseo still holding a phone in one of his hands, but he manages to undo Donghan’s belt and fly to loosen his jeans enough for his hands to slip inside and spread his cheeks apart.
Donghan moans into Junseo’s mouth when the boy finds his entrance and presses a finger against the hooked base of the massager, pushing it more against his sweet spot and sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.
“Here, hyung?” Junseo whispers, a hint of amazement in his voice.
“Yes, yes, right there— hngh!” Donghan grunts when Junseo presses again and keeps his finger there, an insistent pressure that makes him dizzy fairly quickly.
“And if I do this…?”
Donghan barely suppresses a yelp when the toy, which up until this point was turned on at the dull and generally ignorable vibration of its lowest setting, is suddenly kicked up to the max, vibrating and pulsating inside him with intensity. Donghan’s legs go weak and he leans more of his weight on Junseo, panting against his neck like a thirsty dog, and Junseo moves his arms to Donghan’s back to help support him better.
Junseo gradually returns the massager to low, gently caressing Donghan’s back. “How’d that feel?”
“So good,” Donghan answers, looking up at Junseo. It’s when he realizes how much his knees buckled, to the point that his eyes are level with Junseo’s chest. “Let me make you feel good too.”
He takes one of Junseo’s nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking and nipping at it until it’s rigid and red, then pays the same attention to the other, reveling in every small noise he elicits. From there, he gradually lowers himself more, making his way down gorgeous abs until his knees find the comfort of the floor and he’s facing the bulge of the other boy’s crotch, then pulls pants and underwear down together in one motion to let Junseo’s cock come free.
Donghan’s hands and mouth are on it in the blink of an eye, and with a care that borders on reverence; pressing light kisses all over the length, nosing under the base and licking the balls, then coming back to the tip to take as much as he can into his mouth, slow and steady. He keeps his eyes up, watching as Junseo stares at the screen of his phone with interest.
The younger boy fiddles with the massager’s control, taking the time to explore each of its different settings. He doesn’t miss the way Donghan shivers at a certain type of vibration or pulsation, or how he arches his back to push the massager further in when the speed is just right. Junseo makes note of Donghan’s reactions with the kind of adoration one would reserve for a lover, and it starts to overwhelm Donghan; to feel so much pleasure and have so much attention all at once. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes, his entire body feels ablaze and constrictive, and then—
—it stops.
The feeling comes back to Donghan in waves as that sudden rush of sensation begins to subside, the din in his ears fading and the air passing easily through his lungs again. He feels his face being cupped by Junseo’s hands, the younger boy catching his tears with his thumbs, and he slowly opens his eyes again. He blinks away the last of the blur of the tears to see Junseo smiling down at him.
“You came, hyung.”
Donghan sure did— with a world-shattering hands-free orgasm, no less, if the sticky warmth in his pants and the way he feels achy and dazed are any indicators.
He gives Junseo a toothy, dopey smile. “What did I say? I knew you could make me cum like that…”
Then, his smile slowly turns into a frown as he notices Junseo’s cock is still very much hard, and Junseo himself doesn’t look nearly as fucked out as he should be. At some point in the middle of his pleasure, without realizing, Donghan had pulled away from Junseo entirely.
“...And you didn’t. You made me feel so good and I kinda just... left you hanging...”
Donghan casts his eyes down, embarrassed that for all his dirty talk he ended up cumming first. He would be fine with just getting off and leaving if this were some other guy he doesn’t care about— heck, if this were some other guy, he wouldn’t even care if the situation was reversed and he was the one left hanging to chase his orgasm by himself.
But this is Junseo, who’s always sweet and nice and attentive, and Donghan cares.
"At least let me finish you now—"
“It's alright, hyung. Have a rest first.” Junseo rushes in quickly, pulling his pants up and tucking his dick back in. “And you're giving me too much credit, the vibrator did most of the work, remember? Speaking of which…”
Junseo kneels to Donghan’s level and, gentle as ever, reaches a hand behind him to delicately pull the turned off massager out. Donghan whimpers and flinches as it passes his overstimulated walls and rim, instinctively clenching around the emptiness it leaves behind and leaning on Junseo’s chest to support himself. Junseo casts the toy aside and hugs Donghan to himself, running comforting patterns on his skin with his fingers and kissing his hair.
“There,” he whispers. “Better?”
“Feels empty,” Donghan whines into Junseo’s neck. “And I still feel bad you didn’t get to cum.”
“Hyung, come on, now,” Junseo says, pulling away just enough to look Donghan in the eye. “You really don’t have to worry about me. As long as you feel good, I’m happy.”
And when Junseo looks at him like that— with his eyes soft yet smoldering like molten chocolate, filled with desire and overflowing with adoration— how can Donghan not believe him?
“I wanted to feel good with you, though,” he pouts. “Maybe later, after I’ve changed out of these pants and recovered, we could go another round? Though I guess we didn’t even finish round one…”
“I’d be down for round one and a half,” Junseo laughs, taking Donghan’s hand in his and lacing their fingers together. “We can go over to mine. My roommate’s out for the night, we’ll have the place for ourselves,” he leans in to place a kiss to the pale column of Donghan’s neck as he whispers, “and then, if you want to, we can finish what we started here.”
The words send Donghan’s heart into acrobatics in his ribcage, the ghost of Junseo’s breath on his neck making him shiver with anticipation for what Junseo is promising.
So maybe the last blowjob of his quest hasn’t gone quite according to plan, but he really can’t complain about it when his night ends with Junseo fucking him hard and sweet into the mattress, and they fall asleep holding hands afterwards.
“Well, congratulations. I hope you’re happy with yourself,” Jibeom says, expression twisted between amusement and disbelief. “You sure look like you are.”
Donghan smiles smugly. From the table they’re seated on, they have a direct view to the library’s main desk, now lacking a certain something.
“Too bad the school board forced them to take the sign down,” he laments. “I was gonna try going for double digits next.”
“And that, my friend, is why I never bet against you.”