Chapter Text
i.
Sanghyeok begins to lower his head, teeth scraping against Boseong's neck. His breath hitches as he feels the elder’s hand trailing down to his thighs, kneading his plump skin, lips attaching to his porcelain skin, canines nipping and biting. Boseong whimpers and slightly shifts his legs’ position.
Sanghyeok hums and slaps his thighs. “Open your thighs for me, pretty…”
Boseong whimpers, struggling to muffle his sounds, the sensation of the cold lube being spread inside him making him shiver. He feels embarrassed and a bit shameful, but the way his Sanghyeok-hyung whispers to him makes him slowly crack the shell of shyness.
“Doing so good for me baby,” Sanghyeok hums, satisfied. “Now… slowly move your fingers in and out for me, okay?”
Boseong responds with a small mewl. He slowly thrusts his fingers deep inside himself, feeling every rub and brush against his insides. He gasps at the sensation and continues going, pads of his fingers massaging his walls.
“Feel good, jagiya? ” Sanghyeok laughs quietly, and Boseong replies with a small mhm.
“Good…now, you get to choose—” Sanghyeok whispers into Boseong’s ears, and the boy goes beet red at his words.
“The latter…” He shyly responds, garnering a nod from the elder.
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As it turns out, Sanghyeok-hyung is so, so good at this.
Boseong isn’t new to sexual trysts, but he’s usually the top, so this isn't all that common… Being eaten out, oh god, Boseong feels like he’s on the brink of ascending and passing out. Hands grasping at Sanghyeok’s raven hair, he moans loudly with a few whines and gasps here-and-there, the elder's tongue flicking and lapping inside his hole.
ii.
The following day of scrims is an embarrassing event; his teammates all notice the way he’s walking funny; his limp. He lets out a groan when Seungmin eventually breaks the ice, declaring that he apparently needs to know what’s up with him.
Boseong says absolutely nothing in response, but it gives away everything.
Daegil and Gil begin to giggle, Seungmin turns red as he realizes the implications of Boseong’s silence, and Woochan cackles, making obnoxious noises, mainly consisting of ‘ooooh~’ and ‘Scandalous~!’ and other various phrases.
iii.
Sanghyeok pulls him in, and with no warning, aggressively presses his lips against Boseong’s, hands curling in Boseong’s hair, eliciting a small gasp from the younger. Sanghyeok’s tongue forces its way into his mouth, and Boseong lets him push him back against the wall. There’s an uncharacteristic roughness to the way Sanghyeok begins to grip onto Boseong’s waist, and Boseong just lets this all happen. This feels like a complete fever dream he doesn’t want to wake up from as he unconsciously begins to lightly brush against Sanghyeok’s lower region. The older huffs amusedly, pulling the two of them away to breathe.
Sanghyeok’s hands burn against his waist, even through his layer of clothes. Boseong’s unable to hide just how much he enjoys this situation, ears and cheeks flushed with a rosy tint. Sanghyeok’s fingers fiddle with his shirt and Boseong freezes up before relaxing and smiling at his hyung. A small smirk twitches at the edge of Sanghyeok’s lips.
“Cute…” he mutters, his other hand now caressing his cheek.
iv.
Sanghyeok is considerate and overall a very lovely person, Bosoeong notes, as the elder lightly kneads at his hip to help him relax as he softly and steadily pushes inside him. Boseong whimpers and Sanghyeok coos, holding Boseong gently in his arms, pressing a balmy kiss on his lips.
“Deep breaths, Boseongie. You’ll be fine. The initial pain will subside,” Sanghyeok comforts him.
“H-hyung, I-I…”
Sanghyeok stares at him with love in his eyes. They’re so pretty and reflect a sea of emotions that Boseong can’t even begin to describe. “I know, Boseong-ah…I love you too…” He hums, testing the waters, now that he’s inside him. Boseong lets out a breathless sigh at the sensation and Sanghyeok smiles, quietly picking up the pace, just slightly —not so much that Boseong will be uncomfortable by the sudden change in speed.
Sanghyeok interlaces their hands, fingers intertwining, Boseong’s soft moans fill the room as Sanghyeok finds his prostate. Sanghyeok groans at the heat and prods and thrusts at that spot with purpose, watching as Boseong trembles in pleasure, body quivering at the unfamiliar sensation. Sanghyeok leans down and consumes his noises with his lips. It’s passionate and heated, but there’s no rush in Sanghyeok’s actions. They, after all, have all the time in the world; there’s no one to distract them.
It’s just them—Boseong and Sanghyeok—in this room, taking in each other.
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“Okay, hyung, what’s up with you and Bdd? One day you guys are just friendly and amicable with each other, and now, it seems like something more .” Hyeonjun grumbles, wanting a clear answer from his team leader. He doesn’t seem to care about the fact that they’re in a public area; in a waiting room, for a very special, one-time yearly event, full of players from every team.
Sanghyeok can’t hide the amused smirk from appearing. “Boseong and I? Hm, I wonder, ” Sanghyeok teases shamelessly as he pulls Boseong to his side, arm wrapped firmly around the younger’s waist, and as he scrolls through his phone, multiple pairs of eyes turn to look at Boseong with eagle eyes.
Boseong flushes and leans in closer to Sanghyeok, the elder silently strengthening his grip with a possessive edge, his free hand slowly gliding upwards to play with his nape. Boseong knows that he’s going to be hounded by so many questions after this…because he knows they’re all thinking, ‘How did Bdd go from not having Faker’s number, to this?’
He barely manages to stop himself from whimpering when he feels Sanghyeok’s thumb ghosts across one of the very particular sensitive spots on his back neck where Sanghyeok gave him a hickey.