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“Gunwook.”

“Mmm,” Gunwook mumbles. He has no desire to move or open his eyes. He doesn’t want to be taken out of this moment. Warm and toasty under the covers, with the comforting weight of his boyfriend’s head on his chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

“Gunwook.”

The voice is whiny now, and one of the arms gripping his waist moves to shake his shoulder.

Gunwook groans.

“What is it, hyungie?”

“Good god, Gunwook, can you just open your eyes?”

Taking a deep inhale, Gunwook gathers up the will to do so. Matthew has his chin resting on Gunwook’s chest, his fingers tracing random patterns into his ribs.

Gunwook can’t resist the urge to lean forward and plant a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead. Matthew does that adorable thing where he scrunches his nose in mock disgust, but his smile gives him away.

Gunwook does a full body stretch, slightly jostling Matthew, who grunts in displeasure.

He wraps his right arm back around Matthew’s shoulders.

“Okay, I’m awake. What’s so important, hyung?”

Matthew fixes him with an intense stare. “We’ve been dating for nearly two weeks.”

Gunwook yawns. “Yes, and it’s been the best twelve days in my twenty years of life, hyung.”

Matthew smacks him lightly on the chest. “Gunwookie, we had a deal, remember?”

“What deal?” His eyes are slowly fluttering shut again.

“You don’t remember what I said?”

“Oh, I remember what you said, hyung.” Gunwook grins as he remembers that night.

“Great! Are you free tonight after class?”

Gunwook cracks one eye open to look down at Matthew, who’s smirking mischievously.

“Uhh…yeah? What’s the occasion?”

“You’re gonna ride me, duh!”

Now Gunwook really is awake. He sits up so quickly that Matthew is thrown from his chest. Gunwook catches him in his arms before he falls backwards.

“What?”

Matthew rolls his eyes. “See, you didn’t remember! I said, and I quote, ‘I will die if you don’t ride me within the next two weeks.’ Do you want me to die, Gunwookie?”

Gunwook squeezes Matthew’s waist. “I think you’re being a little dramatic, hyung.”

Matthew leans in close so they’re nose-to-nose. “Am I, Gunwookie? Am I really?”

“Yes,” Gunwook deadpans.

Matthew starts to pout.

Gunwook sighs. “But I’ll humor you, anyway.”

He gives in way too easily to Matthew’s demands, but how can he not when Matthew gives him that smile, the one that rivals the sun? And that giggle, the one that still gives Gunwook butterflies even though he’s heard it a million times?

Matthew clutches his face in his hands and leans in to give him an exaggerated peck on the lips, complete with a wet mwah!

“Wait, it’s Thursday—what do we tell the guys if they ask why we’re not at dinner?”

Matthew is smirking at him again. “I’ll tell them I’m taking care of you.” His voice lowers to a sultry whisper. “I doubt they’ll ask questions.”

He laughs maniacally as Gunwook gulps.

If this is how Matthew is treating him before they’re even messing around, he’s in for a long night.

During class, all Gunwook can think about is going back to Matthew’s and getting fucked by his hot boyfriend. He shouldn’t be this horny—Matthew had gone down on him for an hour last night. Gunwook had been begging for more, he didn’t care whether he was fucking or getting fucked. He would have been happy to rehash last Monday, when Matthew had taken him doggy style and fucked him so hard he was bawling into the pillow. But Matthew had refused to indulge him. Looking back, it makes sense—the devilish little minx must have been planning this.

Yeah, he still hasn’t ridden Matthew. He’s worried about a lot of things—being too heavy, not knowing how to move his hips, his face looking awkward when Matthew looks up at him.

Logically, he knows that at least that last one isn’t true. Matthew had held him down and fucked himself on Gunwook’s cock a week ago, and he had looked nothing short of godly.

He swears the clock is ticking backwards. When it finally strikes four, he’s the first one out of the classroom. He walks as fast as he can to his apartment without looking possessed, and the journey is agonizing.

When gets home, he makes a mad dash for the bathroom, not even saying hi to Gyuvin. He’s sure his roommate is perplexed and possibly mildly offended. He’ll make it up to him later.

Right now, he needs to shower and mentally (and physically) prepare for the night ahead.

Matthew is so fucking evil.

Gunwook had shown up two hours ago, prepped and clean and half-hard, ready to get screwed silly. But instead of being taken straight to Matthew’s bedroom, his boyfriend had decided today was the perfect day to get a head start on his paper for his Advanced Anatomy class.

“It’s really important, Wookie, and I’m on a time crunch,” he had said.

Gunwook knows damn well that this paper isn’t due for another three weeks—Matthew had told him when he was complaining about the syllabus when they started the second half of the term last week.

They’ve just been sitting on the couch. To Matthew’s credit, he is actually working on the paper. But Gunwook is slowly losing his mind. He has to shift awkwardly every few minutes to adjust his boner when it starts to ache.

He snakes his hand across Matthew’s thigh.

“Hyung,” he whines.

“Hold on Gunwook,” Matthew mutters. “I just need to finish this section.”

From his peripheral vision, Gunwook can see Matthew is smirking. He knows exactly what Matthew wants. He doesn’t want to do it—he shouldn’t have to! Matthew had made it clear that they would be fucking tonight, and now he’s expecting Gunwook to beg?

Then Matthew takes his bottom lip between his teeth, rolling up his sleeves.

Gunwook is a weak, weak man.

“Please, hyungie,” he whines again, “need you.”

Matthew casts him a stern glance. “Gunwook, I told you, I’m working.”

Gunwook puts on his best pout, batting his eyelashes.

“But hyungie, you promised to take care of me!”

Matthew clicks his tongue. “You need to be patient, baby.”

Baby.

Matthew is starting to crack.

It’s time to break out the big guns.

Gunwook takes a deep breath before reaching out and slamming Matthew’s laptop shut, shoving it off to the side before swinging himself onto his boyfriend’s lap.

“I’ve been patient, hyungie,” he says, slowly starting to circle his hips. Matthew groans lightly and tips his head back, his hands finding Gunwook’s hips, urging him on.

Gunwook leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Please.”

Matthew clenches his jaw.

“Get on your knees.”

Gunwook pulls up short. “What?”

“On your knees,” Matthew grits out. “You want me to take care of you, right?”

Gunwook nods slowly.

“Then earn it.”

Well, this is different.

They’ve done this before, sure, the whole good boy thing, but this is a whole new level. Matthew has never been so stubborn, so mean.

Gunwook likes it.

He slithers down in between Matthew’s legs, his knees hitting the floor. Matthew scoots forward until he’s sitting on the edge of the cushion. He reaches his hand out to pet Gunwook’s hair.

“Good boy,” he coos. It sends a thrill through Gunwook’s body.

They hold intense eye contact for a few seconds.

“Get to work.”

Gunwook surges forward to get Matthew’s belt off, tossing it behind him and going back to work on unbuttoning Matthew’s jeans. He only tugs them down to his thighs, followed by his boxers. He’s way too desperate to get his mouth on Matthew to worry about pulling his pants all the way off.

Matthew is already half-hard, and the sight of his dick makes Gunwook’s mouth water.

He takes Matthew into his mouth. While he’s not fully hard, Gunwook will take advantage and fit as much of him in his mouth as possible, taking him all the way to the base.

Matthew lets out a long, almost relaxed-sounding exhale as his fingers find their way back into Gunwook’s hair.

“So desperate for my cock you can’t even be bothered to take my pants off all the way.” He clicks his tongue. “Didn’t know my good boy was such a cockslut.”

Gunwook moans around his dick. He was already close to full mast by the time he was on his knees, and now his cock is throbbing.

Matthew is fully hard now, too, cock swelling so that Gunwook starts to gag. He has to pull off a little bit, but he makes up for it by bobbing his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks.

Gunwook closes his eyes, focusing on taking Matthew as deep as possible. He lets out a gasp, muffled by his dick, as Matthew grips onto his hair and yanks Gunwook off.

“Alright, I think you’ve proved yourself. Let’s go.”

Gunwook scrambles to his feet as Matthew kicks off his pants and underwear. Gunwook extends a hand for Matthew to take, pulling him off the couch.

Matthew grins up at him. “Look at you. So big, so strong. But you’re so cock-hungry you’ll do anything I tell you to.”

Gunwook nods, face burning with a blush.

“Turn around.”

Gunwook does, and Matthew wraps his arms around Gunwook’s waist, turning them so they’re facing the hallway.  He leans forward, urging Gunwook to start walking to the bedroom. He plants kisses on Gunwook’s clothed back as make their way down the hallway into the room, where Matthew roughly shoves Gunwook’s back, causing him to stumble forward onto the bed.

He faceplants onto the mattress, wincing as his hard dick is crushed under his own weight.

He barely has time to flip himself over before Matthew is on top of him, smashing their lips together, rough and messy. He can feel where Matthew’s bare cock is rubbing over his thigh, and flexes. He’s rewarded with a breathy moan into his mouth.

Matthew breaks away to start tugging at the hem of Gunwook’s shirt. “Off,” he mutters, shoving the shirt up Gunwook’s torso. Gunwook leans up, yanking the shirt off the rest of the way. He’s about to reach to take Matthew’s off, too, but he’s stopped by Matthew surging forward and pinning his wrists to the mattress as he leans down.

Gunwook inhales sharply as Matthew starts leaving hot, wet kisses on his chest. He stops at his left nipple, and Gunwook shivers in anticipation. One of the things he’s learned since he and Matthew got together is that he really likes having his nipples played with, and Matthew is more than happy to indulge him.

But this time, Matthew doesn’t. He’s just staring at Gunwook, hot breath ghosting over his hardened bud.

“Hyung,” he whines, struggling against Matthew’s grip. “Touch me, please.”

“To be honest, I’m all out of patience for that.”

What?

Matthew has been hyping this up all damn day, been simultaneously teasing and ignoring Gunwook for hours, made him fucking beg, and now he’s not even gonna touch him?

Gunwook opens his mouth. He thinks it’s to whine, grumble, or maybe swear. He doesn’t get to find out, because before anything can come out, Matthew slides off his lap and yanks Gunwook’s basketball shorts and boxers off so hard Gunwook is pretty sure he hears fabric tear when the boxers get caught on his knee. The only thing that ends up leaving his mouth is a gasp.

Matthew then places one hand under both of Gunwook’s legs and heaves his legs up and to the side, shifting his entire body. Gunwook is learning a lot of things today--He likes being teased throughout the day, he likes Matthew being mean to him, and he likes getting manhandled.

He adjusts himself on the bed so he’s not awkwardly tilted while Matthew finally rids himself of his longsleeve shirt. Gunwook does an appreciative scan of Matthew’s torso. Pale skin, tattoos, bite marks scattered around in various stages of healing.

Matthew clambers onto the bed, pressing his hands against Gunwook’s ankles until his knees bend. That’s when there’s finally a lapse in Matthew’s control, a brief glitch in the aura of confidence he’s been parading around since this morning.

“Fuck,” Matthew groans. “You did this just for me?”

Gunwook nods while grabbing his own knees to push his thighs even closer to his chest, feeling the plug shift slightly inside him. Thank god—the thing has been bugging him from the moment he put it in, just before he got out of his pre-fuckfest shower. It’s irritating, but Gunwook didn’t think he’d have it in for more than two fucking hours. It was meant to shorten the time that Matthew would need to prep him since, you know, he was supposed to have Gunwook in bed the moment his apartment door closed.

But no, Matthew had to be an ass and force Gunwook to sit around with the stupid plug, wishing it was Matthew’s cock instead.

He doesn’t say all that, though, just nods and says what he hopes will drive Matthew crazy enough to stop dragging this out.

“Wanted to make sure I was ready to take you, hyung.”

Matthew exhales forcefully, moving one hand to press his palm against the silicone. Gunwook throws his head back, mouth open in a soundless cry as the plug just barely nudges against his sweet spot.

“You’re too good to me, baby.”

The praise sends a tingle of pleasure up Gunwook’s spine, parallel to the pleasure from Matthew’s gentle pushing of the plug. He whimpers, eyes closed, as Matthew tugs it out slowly, leaving his hole clenching around nothing.

“It’s okay,” Matthew murmurs. “You won’t be empty for long.”

He crawls forward to straddle Gunwook again, leaning down to kiss him. Gunwook giggles when he hears Matthew’s hand thumping against the nightstand as he searches for the lube. They abandoned the condoms a whopping three days after their first night together, at Matthew’s insistence—something about a date to go get matching STD tests being “totally romantic.”

When Matthew leans back up, uncapping the lube, Gunwook takes the opportunity to run his fingers along his stomach, fingertips dipping into the crevices of his abs. The muscles flex under his touch as he runs them all the way up to Matthew’s shoulders.

“Don’t you try to get out of riding me, Gunwookie.”

His eyes snap up to Matthew’s, already fixing him with an intense stare. He shuts the cap on the lube, tossing it to the side while he slides his hand over his dick.

Gunwook gulps. “What do you mean?”

Matthew smirks, wiping the excess lube on the sheets. “You have your legs around my waist, hands on my shoulders, and that cute little hole of yours is practically begging for my cock right now. But if you want it,” he says, while shoving Gunwook’s thighs to dislodge the grip they have on Matthew’s waist, “you’re gonna have to work for it yourself.”

“But what if we just—”

“Nope,” Matthew says, cutting Gunwook off. “This was the deal. Either take it or you don’t get fucked.”

Gunwook wants to roll his eyes, he really does, but he doesn’t want to risk making Matthew even angrier. He’s been so mean today, he’s probably not above leaving Gunwook out to dry, and Gunwook would honest-to-god commit homicide if that were to happen at this point.

Instead, he peers up at Matthew through half-lidded eyes. “Okay hyungie,” he says, “but you have to let me up.”

Matthew bites his lip, trying to hold in the most smug grin Gunwook has ever seen. He flips over, lying on his back next to Gunwook, arms crossed behind his head.

“Get to it then, baby.”

Gunwook wastes no time scrambling up and over Matthew’s body, flattening his palms against Matthew’s bare chest.

The feeling of Matthew’s hard dick pressing against his ass cements the reality of the situation. He can’t help but be reminded of the first time they had sex. Back then, just as he is now, he was nervous, then excited, then nervous again once Matthew was actually ready to fuck him.

Unlike last time, he voices his thoughts.

“I’m nervous, hyungie,” he blurts out.

Matthew is clearly surprised, then softens his expression, uncrossing his arms and reaching one up to stroke Gunwook’s flushed cheek with his thumb.

“It’s just me, Gunwookie,” he murmurs. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

Gunwook feels a lump in his throat, like he’s about to cry. “I…I don’t know what to do.”

Matthew shifts so that Gunwook is sitting higher up on his hips. “I promise, Wook, I’ll take care of you. I know you can do it.” It’s so sweet, so loving, the way he touches Gunwook’s cheek, the tender look in his eyes.

And then, because it’s Matthew and he can’t go a few minutes without being a goofball, he smirks again.

“Think about this way,” he starts, moving both of his hands to rub circles into Gunwook’s hips, “Wasn’t it like this our first time?”

Our first time.

The words make Gunwook’s heart skip a beat or two before he can focus on Matthew again.

“Weren’t you nervous then, too? Worried you wouldn’t be able to do it?”

Gunwook nods in response, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Matthew takes one hand and starts trailing his hand across Gunwook’s hip to the front, feather-soft touches on his pelvis.

“But you did it, didn’t you? You were a natural, right? Took it like you were made to.”

Gunwook’s body starts to burn even more. From embarrassment, arousal, pride—he’s not sure at this point. He nods again, slower this time.

“I helped you through it then, and I’ll help you through it now. Okay?”

Matthew tugs Gunwook down so their lips are nearly touching.

“Okay,” Gunwook whispers into Matthew’s mouth. “I trust you, hyung.”

Matthew responds with a chaste kiss, soft and slow and meant to make Gunwook relax. It works, and Gunwook melts into Matthew.

Then Matthew bucks his hips gently, his cock brushing the cleft of Gunwook’s ass.

Gunwook sits back up and takes a deep breath, reaching backwards to grab Matthew and line him up with his entrance. That part he knows how to do at least. When Matthew had taken him on all fours, he had made Gunwook put it in himself.

He exhales shakily as he finally sinks down on Matthew’s cock. A strangled moan leaves his mouth at the feeling. He can’t even count on one hand anymore how many times they’ve had sex, but the feeling never gets old.

Matthew isn’t faring much better, groaning as Gunwook takes him in. “God, you had yourself stretched for two hours and you’re still so fucking tight.” Gunwook whimpers at that, and at the feeling of Matthew all the way inside him once he’s sat all the way down on his cock.

The angle is new, the position of his legs is new, the view he gets of Matthew’s face is new.

He thought he was ready, soothed by Matthew’s encouragement, but now that he’s here, the anxiety comes back.

Matthew is back to rubbing soft circles into Gunwook’s hips with his thumbs. “You’ve got this baby,” he murmurs. His eyes are glued to where he and Gunwook are connected.

It’s now or never.

Gunwook shifts his hips slightly, taking another sharp inhale as he feels Matthew deeper inside him. He starts like that, just small movements until he works up the courage to look into Matthew’s eyes.

It’s a sight to behold. Matthew is totally blissed out, eyes half-closed and lips parted to let the smallest gasps escape.

“Is…is this okay?” Gunwook asks.

“Fuck yes, it is. Everything you do is perfect, baby.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off of Gunwook’s shoulders, and he seizes the moment before the nerves weigh him down again. He lets his hips glide forward a bit more, a bit faster.

Matthew’s cock is so, so close to hitting where Gunwook needs it to. He forces his hips up and forward, sinking back until Matthew is all the way in again. Finally, he grinds down and feels a jolt of pleasure as Matthew brushes against his sweet spot. He can’t stop the pathetic little cry that comes out of his mouth, or the way he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut. The experience is so surreal, it feels hazy.

Matthew’s voice brings him back down to earth, gravelly and strained.

“I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Gunwook jerks his hips on instinct, and Matthew’s cock hits his prostate head on, yielding another moan from his mouth.

Matthew’s soft touches on his hips turn into a firm hold as he starts to guide Gunwook’s hips, urging him to move faster. Gunwook leans into it, moving faster and harder. Matthew is hitting him dead on now, every cant of his hips sending sparks through his body.

“Look at me, Gunwookie.”

Gunwook forces his eyes open, still letting out short, pitchy moans. Matthew is looking at him like he’s a deity, like having him on his dick is the greatest privilege he’s ever known. A fresh wave of heat blooms across Gunwook’s body.

“C’mere.”

Gunwook pushes himself forward until he can bring his face down to Matthew’s, meeting him in a fiery kiss. It’s not really a kiss as much as it is Gunwook whimpering into Matthew’s mouth.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Matthew whispers.

Gunwook hasn’t spoken a real word since Matthew’s cock had found his sweet spot. He lets it all out now.

“Feels so good, hyungie,” he cries. “Feels so fucking good—” he’s cut off by his own shriek as Matthew suddenly thrusts upward, drilling into him even deeper. Matthew starts a brutal pace, hands still guiding Gunwook so he comes down on his dick in time with Matthew’s thrusts. One of his hands leaves Gunwook’s hip to grasp at the back of his neck. His thrusts get more intense.

“You’re doing so well, baby. I knew you’d be good, you’re always so good for me.”

The heat in Gunwook’s body begins to concentrate in his stomach, the knot of arousal growing. He’s getting close already.

“Touch me, please,” he cries. “Want you to make me cum.”

The hand that was on the back of his neck moves to push back on his chest, and Gunwook shifts back. Matthew’s hand glides down his chest until it curls around Gunwook’s cock.

If Matthew’s neighbors by some miracle haven’t heard them already, they definitely have now. The shriek Gunwook lets out is probably loud enough for the entire complex to hear.

“G-gonna cum, hyung,” Gunwook says, words coming out as broken hiccups. “Can I cum?”

Matthew smiles like he’s won the lottery.

“You’ve done so well, baby. Of course you can cum.”

The knot bursts, and Gunwook’s vision turns white as his orgasm overtakes him. He’s sure he’s moaning or babbling nonsense, but he’s so far gone he’s not aware of anything except the burning pleasure coursing through his veins.

When he’s finally cognizant enough to take in his surroundings again, he registers that Matthew is close. His temples are dripping with sweat, lip between his teeth, struggling to keep his eyes open.

He’s still hitting Gunwook’s prostate, the overstimulation making him squirm. Matthew doesn’t let it slip by him. His voice comes out strained and forced.

“Do you need me to—”

“No,” Gunwook yells. “Please don’t, I want you to cum inside me.”

“Fuck, baby,” Matthew grits through his teeth. “You want it that bad?”

The pleasure is so overwhelming that Gunwook can’t form an actual response, reduced to nodding his head.

Matthew lets out a long, deep moan as he releases, and Gunwook can feel the warmth flood his insides. Matthew’s grip on his hips strengthens, digging so deep Gunwook will probably have bruises tomorrow as he rides out his high. His eyes flutter shut as his hips give one last jerk.

For a few moments, there’s silence except for their heavy breathing. Once the floaty feeling leaves Gunwook’s body, he collapses forward on Matthew’s chest, his cock slipping out in the process. It’s gross, the feeling on Gunwook’s cum and their sweat mixing together on his skin, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Matthew’s hand moves to Gunwook’s head, softly brushing his hair off his forehead as he leans forward to place a kiss there.

“I knew you could do it, baby,” he murmurs. Gunwook doesn’t have it in him to respond with anything more than a tired grunt. Matthew shifts underneath him, and Gunwook clings to him harder, burying his head in Matthew’s shoulder.

Matthew lets out a breathy laugh. “I have to clean us up. Unless you want to fall asleep with cum and lube all over you.”

Gunwook whines, but obliges and rolls off to the side, wincing slightly at the sting in his lower back. Matthew leans over to kiss the side of his head. “I’ll be right back, Wookie.” He laughs when Gunwook crosses his arm over his face in response.

He’s not sure how long Matthew is gone. He’s focused on how good he feels, how good Matthew made him feel.

When Matthew returns with a warm, wet washcloth, he handles Gunwook like he’s a fragile broken doll, about to break into pieces at any moment. He’s always like this after they fuck, so gentle and sweet that Gunwook can’t believe it’s the same guy that makes him scream and swear and cry on his dick.

But that’s Matthew—he’s sweet, loving, everything Gunwook needs and wants.

He yanks Matthew up from his stomach to kiss him again, cheeks aching from smiling when his boyfriend chuckles into his mouth. When they pull away, Matthew clasps one of Gunwook’s hands in both of his, rubbing his thumb across the soft skin as they lay nose-to-nose, just like they had that morning.

Gunwook wants to say those three words, feels them bubbling up in his chest. But as he looks into Matthew’s eyes, he knows he’s already said them without words, and Matthew is saying them back to him.