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It started as a joke.
Movie nights at Liyu’s had been a tradition in his household for the past two years. As the newly minted member of his innermost circle, it was a tradition Sangwon had quickly folded into his routine. He’d come to enjoy not only the cheesy dramas Liyu’d pick out but also the company of Kaiwen, Liyu’s roommate, whose laugh was so infectious it was impossible to feel anything but light around him.
This time, as the credits rolled and chatter filled the room, Kaiwen mused aloud: “You know, it’s funny that you two don’t use honorifics with each other.”
Sangwon and Liyu glanced at one another, breaking into laughter. They didn’t mean to not use honorifics. Their first encounters were marked with such awkwardness that the subject of age completely escaped them. By now, any kind of formality seemed irrelevant. If anything, Sangwon appreciated the way it reflected the quiet respect between them—Korean customs be damned.
Liyu was the first to compose himself. “Sangwon-hyung… guess it rolls off the tongue more than I thought.”
Sangwon couldn’t hide the grin that tugged at his lips. Three months into the relationship, and still he hadn’t managed to stop crushing on his own boyfriend. (The word felt so new it startled him every time: boyfriend. Liyu. His .) Who could blame him, though, when Liyu was this effortlessly adorable?
So he teased. “Lipu-hyung, huh.”
Kaiwen nearly toppled over from laughing so hard. Sangwon, caught up in the big reaction, missed the sharp breath Liyu drew in, or the way his eyes darkened at Sangwon’s words.
The lock had barely clicked shut behind them before Liyu’s lips claimed his. It wasn’t the kind of kiss Sangwon had come to expect from his boyfriend; the gentle kind that always left him breathless in its sweetness. No, this was searing , sharp with teeth and hungry hands trailing down his waistbands.
“Liyu, wait, ah —” Sangwon gasped as Liyu’s mouth pressed into his neck. “ Baobei , what’s gotten into—”
“Don’t call me that,” Liyu cut him off, voice rough with want. “God, you’re such a fucking tease.”
Maybe it was fucked up how Sangwon relished the rare moments Liyu would swear. His lips parted, heat curling low at the edge in his tone. “Then what should I call you?”
Liyu stopped nipping at the base of his ears just long enough for Sangwon to gulp at the glint in his eyes, pupil blown so wide his eyes were almost black.
“Call me hyung ,” he said before sucking a spot Sangwon knew would bruise. “Call me yours .”
Fuck . He felt himself hardening under Liyu’s bold words. “Liyu- hyung , don’t stop.”
The sound that escaped from Liyu’s throat was so animalic it sent shivers down his spine. Liyu had kissed him a thousand times before, but never like this—never with his entire body pressing Sangwon down, never with this raw insistence that made Sangwon’s head spin. Sangwon tried to keep up, but the sheer force of Liyu’s desire left him reeling.
Then Liyu rolled his hips. Hard.
It took everything in him to not come right there and there.
“You like it when hyung takes control, don’t you?” Liyu murmured, catching Sangwon’s lower lip between his teeth and dragging it slow. When Sangwon hesitated, he rolled his hips down again in that punishingly slow motion.
“Yes!” Sangwon's voice came out as a broken gasp.
Sangwon’s skin flushed under the weight of Liyu’s stare. Sweat had plastered his own shirt to him, and before he could say anything, Sangwon tugged at the hem, pulling it up and over Liyu’s arms in one swift motion. Their shirts hit the floor in a careless heap.
Skin to skin, it was like every nerve had been lit on fire. Liyu pushed him face down on the bed, his hard-on pressing against the curve of his ass. Somewhere in the middle of this, his pants had come halfway undone. Sangwon didn’t have to look to know that he was leaking precum all over Liyu’s freshly washed sheets.
The sound of a drawer sliding open—the second drawer in Liyu’s nightstand—made Sangwon’s stomach drop. Ever since their relationship had crossed into physical territory, the younger boy had been, er, too prepared for what came with it. Whatever Liyu lacked in experience, he more than made up for with eagerness, and the drawer’s contents spoke for themselves.
Face down, lungs working too fast, Sangwon shivered as Liyu traced a line down the small of his back. The first slick press made him jolt, a sharp hiss escaping as the stretch settled into something that bordered on sweet. When the cooling sensation hit—a welcome contrast against the heat of their bodies—Sangwon felt the pleasure all the way down to the curling of his toes.
“That feels okay?” Liyu asked, voice soft even in the charged tension.
Sangwon managed only a muffled “Hmph—!” before Liyu leaned in.
“Then take another.”
While Liyu was careful to be gentle with the first, he was all but reckless abandon with the second. Two fingers thrusted into Sangwon at an unforgiving pace. He searched and searched, prodded and poked, until he found just the right angle that made Sangwon—
“ Hyung , right there!”
Liyu let out a satisfied grunt. A third finger slipped in as he continued the intrusion. His other hand held Sangwon’s cheeks open while ever-so-slightly grazing his prostate. Hot tears trickled down Sangwon’s cheeks as his brain melted into fog.
“Listen to yourself." There was that almost cruel edge to Liyu’s voice.
“Please, ‘s too much, Liyu–”
“That’s not my name.”
Liyu’s fingers moved methodically, setting an alternating pace between slow and hard with no in-between. In, out, in, out, in, out, and–
Nothing.
Sangwon’s brain couldn’t quite register the sudden loss of Liyu in him. Confusion swirled through him first, then it was desperation as he pushed back against Liyu’s hold. He grasped for something— anything.
“ Baby ”, Sangwon whimpered pathetically. Then he caught that wild look in Liyu’s eyes and remembered, “Liyu- hyung.”
Liyu’s palm slammed flat against the small of his back, pinning him in place. During their first times, when Sangwon took the lead to show his younger boyfriend the ropes, he’d never imagined how someone as soft-spoken as Liyu could turn into this . The boy who could hardly meet his gaze, who blushed if Sangwon so much as blinked at him, was now exercising this much control over him.
He whined, needy and frustrated, until Liyu leaned close enough that his breath skated hot across Sangwon’s ear.
“Look at you,” Liyu said, voice low and dangerous. “So desperate for hyung’s cock you can’t even think straight.”
“Please,” Sangwon panted, his hips bucking uselessly into the bed. “I need you.”
“That’s better,” Liyu murmured. His grip tightened on Sangwon’s waist. “Where do you want me?”
Sangwon truly believed he might die if he didn’t get touched now.
“In me! Please, hyung, inside—”
The approving sound that rumbled from Liyu’s chest made him shudder. The rustle of foil tore through the silence, followed by the wet slap of rubber over skin. The anticipation alone nearly undid him.
Sangwon loved the feeling of being taken from behind. The way it made him feel utterly owned, at the mercy of his partner. But some part of him hated that he couldn’t watch. Couldn’t see the raw determination etched into Liyu’s delicate features, or his pretty cock—the tastefulness of its curve, the length that hit places Sangwon hadn’t known existed until Liyu had carved them out of him. If he wasn’t so desperate to have Liyu inside him, he would’ve wrapped his lips around it. Made Liyu see stars.
Instead, he had to settle for the slow, torturous glide of Liyu’s blunt head lined up against his rim.
“Ready?” Liyu asked, but didn’t wait for the answer—his grip tightened on Sangwon’s hips as he pushed in, inch by inch, until Sangwon’s body clenched around him.
The intrusion made Sangwon’s mouth fall open in a broken cry. He was so full. It was too much, but also not enough.
“You feel that?” Liyu rasped against his ear, pulling out just far enough to slam back into him. “You feel so fucking good around me, Wonie . So perfect for hyung .”
“I c-can’t—’s too much—”
Sangwon sobbed into the sheets, his voice hoarse from crying, but the way his body clenched around Liyu told a different story.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this,” Liyu growled against his ear, hips snapping in hard enough to jolt Sangwon forward. His other hand slid beneath Sangwon’s stomach, curling around his leaking cock. The sudden friction forced Sangwon to bite his tongue, anything to stifle the scream clawing out of his throat.
Liyu’s grip was merciless, lazily stroking him in time with his trusts. Each pump slow and deliberate before slamming back harder. Faster. Sangwon’s mind spun at the debauchery of it all; being split open and jerked off until he didn’t know where his body ended and Liyu’s began.
“Do you know— hah —do you know why hyung loves playing with you?” Liyu’s voice was thick with lust.
Sangwon shook his head helplessly, tears streaming, his body too strung out to form words.
Liyu’s lips brushed his jaw, his breath scorching. “Because you’re so fucking pretty when you cry.”
And then Sangwon felt it—the wet glide of Liyu’s tongue dragging across his cheek. He was actually licking his tears away. The act was so humiliating, so disgustingly intimate that it only made Sangwon sob harder, cock twitching violently in Liyu’s fist.
“Come for hyung ,” Liyu hissed, stroking him harder, his length pounding deep enough to bruise.
That single command—from his Liyu, of all people—tore Sangwon apart. He came with a strangled cry, hot spurts spilling over Liyu’s fist and his own stomach. His vision went white, pleasure rippling through every nerve as his hole clenched desperately around the cock still pounding into him. He sobbed through it, tears and saliva mixing with cum into a filthy mess on the sheets.
“Fuck. Look at you,” Liyu cooed, fucking him through his orgasm. “Who’s making you cum like this, baby?”
He was so damn sensitive that it hurt . His whole body trembled as if it couldn’t decide between fight or flight, escape or surrender.
“You, hyung! ” Sangwon whimpered, voice broken and raw.
For one frightful second, he thought Liyu had stopped. But then his world turned upside down, literally, when Liyu pulled out just enough to manhandle Sangwon onto his back. It was the kind of strength only adrenaline and pure lust could summon. Sangwon gasped, sprawled beneath, staring up at a version of his boyfriend he could hardly recognize: wild-eyed, flushed, pupils blown so wide there was no hint of softness left.
“Look at me,” Liyu ordered, voice rough, as he lined himself up again. He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust, stealing the breath from Sangwon’s lungs. He slammed back inside with one brutal thrust, hands clasped around Sangwon’s as he cried out.
“That’s right,” Liyu groaned. “Keep crying for me—”
Another orgasm ripped through Sangwon when he caught his own reflection in Liyu’s dark eyes—pathetic and utterly ruined. He wondered faintly if he could convince Liyu to install a mirror on the ceiling, if only to watch himself come undone like this.
“Mine,” Liyu snarled, his forehead pressing to Sangwon’s, their mouths brushing with every ragged breath. “You’re mine .”
And with one last thrust, Liyu’s body shuddered, spilling hot inside him. His hips shook but didn’t stop, desperate to bury himself as deep as possible. Sangwon had never felt so full, so warm. So wanted.
They just lay there for a long moment, silent except for their uneven breaths. Sangwon’s eyes lingered on the mirror across the room, all fogged up from the heat of their depravity. As sweat cooled on their skin and the haze of lust began to dissolve into something quieter, Sangwon finally sneaked a glance at his boyfriend.
The darkness in Liyu’s gaze was gone, the wildness ebbed away. What stared back at him now was the Liyu he knew best: the timid, hesitant boy who struggled to hold eye contact.
“I-I’m sorry,” Liyu mumbled hoarsely. “I got carried away. Shit , I’m so embarrassed.”
His arms came up to cover his face, a habit he always resorted to when flustered. But Sangwon caught his wrists before he could hide away that beautiful face. His gaze drank in Liyu’s half-lidded eyes, the trembling of his lips, the pink dusting his ears. Sangwon wrapped his legs around Liyu’s in what he thought would be a comforting gesture, only to pause when he felt it.
He blinked. “You’re still hard.”
Liyu froze, eyes following Sangwon’s gaze down to his crotch. Sangwon wet his lips in ancitipation—a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.
Liyu squirmed. “D-don’t, Sangwon-ah. I’m still dirty. You don’t have to—”
Sangwon just smirked, sliding down the sheets until his cheek brushed Liyu’s thigh.
“Dirty?” he murmured, breath hot against Liyu’s inner thighs. “Never.”
His hand wrapped around him slowly but surely, stroking with practiced ease. Sangwon turned his gaze upward, watching Liyu carefully as his thumb pressed against the slit. His boyfriend moaned softly at this, the sound was music to his ears.
Then, without warning, he bent his head and took Liyu into his mouth.
The reaction was immediate. Liyu gasped, hips jerking madly off the mattress. Sangwon’s pace, however, was steady and deliberate—his cheeks hollowing out with every slow drag, his hand working the base in perfect rhythm with the bob of his head.
Call him crazy, but giving head was an art form Sangwon was proud to master. He knew exactly how to be pretty when sucking someone off; how to leave his lips glistening, lashes lowered just so, jaw flexing as he took more of Liyu in. He knew where to touch, where to linger, where to flick his tongue to make someone squirm.
And Liyu was squirming so adorably.
Liyu’s hands that were just moments ago about to cover his face found their home in Sangwon’s hair. His chest heaved, every inch of him still sensitive.
“ Hyung , ah—too much—”
Sangwon hummed in satisfaction around him, the low vibration making Liyu’s hips jerk helplessly. Their eyes met, and for a moment it was so intimate that Sangwon might have teared up if it weren’t for the libido overtaking his body.
Precum smeared across his tongue, salty and sweet, and he swallowed it down greedily. One hand pressed into Liyu’s hip to hold him steady, the other stroking in time with the bob of his head. His throat wrapped around Liyu’s length, and when he pulled back, a thin trail of spit glistened between his lips and the flushed cock he worshipped.
“ Baobei ,” Sangwon murmured, giving him a few lazy pumps with his fist, his lips slick and swollen. “I love it when you fall apart for me.”
Liyu whimpered, eyes squeezed shut, but Sangwon gave his thigh a sharp tap. “Don’t look away. Watch me.”
And when Liyu forced his gaze down again, Sangwon rewarded him with a smooth glide of his tongue. This time, he didn’t let up. Sloppy, wet sounds filled the room as Sangwon’s pace quicked, hand squeezing while his mouth worked harder, pulling moans from Liyu’s throat. He sucked, licked, and milked him for every drop. Never once breaking eye contact, drinking in every twitch of Liyu’s face. Every desperate grasp of the sheets.
That was all it took.
Liyu’s back arched, knees riding high as the pleasure tore through him. His cry broke out from his lungs as the high overtook him.
Sangwon didn’t flinch. He welcomed it, tightening his lips around him and swallowing the first hot spurt without hesitation. The second, the third. He took them all, throat working with each pulse of Liyu’s release. Spit and cum glistened at the corner of Sangwon’s mouth, but he chased it back down with his tongue, determined to make it clean, perfect.
When Liyu finally collapsed against the sheets, trembling and breathless, Sangwon pulled off with one last obscene pop. A thin strand of white clung to his lips before he licked it away, knowingly slow.
“See?” he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning up to kiss the corner of Liyu’s swollen lips. “Told you I was good at this.”
Liyu could only whine in reply, face bright red, eyes hazy with the remnants of his climax.
Sangwon just smiled, smug and fond all at once, as he tugged the blanket up over their tangled bodies. When the adrenaline was fully out of his system, exhaustion finally seeped in.
“You know,” he said softly, easing into Liyu’s touch, “if calling you ‘hyung’ got me the railing of a lifetime, maybe I should start doing it more often.”
Liyu jabbed him weakly in the side, face buried against his chest. “Don’t test me.”
The next morning, Sangwon blinked awake to the rare sound of silence. No echoing shouts from Kaiwen’s gaming session. No Garen or Lux voicelines gearing him to battle mode. Just the quiet hum of a peaceful Sunday.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.
Sangwon could’ve spent forever watching the sun dance its shadows on Liyu’s bare back. His boyfriend shifted beside him with a groan, face buried in the crook of Sangwon’s neck. Sangwon had to bite back a laugh. He wondered if his boyfriend knew what he did.
Later, Sangwon padded into the kitchen, hair a ruffled mess, only to freeze at the sight of Kaiwen already there—slouched over a coffee mug like a man who had aged twenty years overnight.
Kaiwen didn’t look up right away, but when he did, his expression was somewhere between horror and resignation.
“I’m never,” he said flatly, “going to look at either of you the same way again.”
Sangwon coughed into his fist, cheeks blazing. “Morning.”
Right on cue, Liyu wandered in, hair sticking up in all directions, rubbing his eyes. “Morning. Oh, did we keep you up last night?”
Kaiwen shut his eyes and muttered into his coffee, “I’m moving out.”