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“What’s a munch ?”
It was movie night at Yeonjun’s, a night that occurred erratically (Yeonjun hated hosting. The guys always left a mess and he hated cleaning up after them. They also never knew when to leave). And honestly, Yeonjun was pretty sure something always occurred on a movie night that alters the way he views his friends. Two months ago, it was finding out that Soobin has a spit kink, three months before that it was finding out that Kai regularly shits immediately after a shower, and a few weeks before that it was that Taehyun is an exhibitionist.
It was too much, and though he loved his friends, he still felt that some stuff about them he shouldn’t know. Like at all. Maybe its because he was simply a private person and he didn’t want the people he should see as family (he’s caught a crush or two, kill him) with knowing how he likes to have sex. Or what his bowel movements were like.
Tonight’s bit of oversharing was just entirely too much, like way more than he ever needed to know. The movie ended over fifteen minutes ago, and Yeonjun had already started slowly cleaning up so when he woke up tomorrow, it won’t be too much to clean up.
At first, it was calm and regular. Beomgyu and Soobin were being loud about some youtube video they watched earlier, Taehyun was was arguing with his girlfriend through texts while simultaneously chiming in on Beomgyu and Soobin’s conversation once and a while, and Kai was scrolling on tiktok, he’d turn and show Yeonjun every once and while, and Yeonjun would give him an interested smile and watch intently since Kai was really interested in them.
It was nice, a few minutes of peace before they’re thrown into their hectic schedule of the next few weeks. Exam season coming up, holidays, project deadlines at work for some of them. It was going to be a rough few weeks, which meant rest like this was going to be scarce.
Yeonjun was preparing to propose blowing up air mattresses (since no one seemed to want to leave…jeez) when Kai belts out the question. “What’s a munch ?”
“A munch?” Taehyun repeats, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Not sure.”
Beomgyu hums from his spot on the couch. “It’s someone who eats pussy.” He says it crudely, without even buttering it up to make it easier to swallow. Yeonjun lets his eyes flit over to Beomgyu, his mouth slightly opening at the fact that he knew what it was. “But they do it without expecting anything back.”
Yeonjun frowns a little. Maybe he was getting old he didn’t know there was an actual term for people who just enjoyed eating pussy. Soobin snorts. “Ah, our Beomgyu, so knowledgeable about the kinkiest things.”
Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “It’s barely kinky. Eating pussy is vanilla. It’s mere foreplay that should occur every time you have sex.” Yeonjun agrees in his head, but he’s a little confused.
Yeonjun has had sex with girls. A lot of times. Beomgyu, however, has came out as gay years ago. He has never mentioned having sex with a girl ever, and if Yeonjun didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought he’s a complete imbecile when it comes to heterosexual sex. Call Yeonjun close minded or whatever, but it honestly came as a shock to him.
Yeonjun lets out a low chuckle. “I didn’t think you of all people would feel so strongly about eating pussy.”
It gets a little quiet, Soobin and Taehyun making awkward eye contact and completely avoiding eye contact with Yeonjun. Yeonjun realizes that maybe he hit a soft spot for Beomgyu, he’s not entirely sure how. He also has had sex with men every now and then. Not as much as he does with women but he’s done it before and it wasn’t a secret. He wasn’t making fun of Beomgyu for being gay. He’s moving to apologize but he’s cut off by Beomgyu.
Beomgyu let’s out a little giggle, his head falling back onto Soobin’s shoulder.
Yeonjun feels like he’s been left out of something very important.
“I don’t feel strongly about eating pussy. I feel strongly about getting my pussy ate.”
Yeonjun can’t help the confusion that comes over him, his eyebrows raising as he attempts (fails) to make eye contact with any of the other guys. He’d rather do anything else other than stare dumbly at Beomgyu. “Sorry?” Now, he’s looking at Beomgyu, and he feels like a complete dumb ass.
“Hyung, I haven’t told you?” Beomgyu’s eyes are wide and he isn’t really laughing anymore.
Yeonjun shakes his head. “No…”
“Oh, well,” Beomgyu shrugs, “yeah, I have a vagina. A cooch. A pussy—”
“I understood fine at vagina, thanks.” Yeonjun cuts him off with a polite smile, and Beomgyu seems all the more amused. “That’s cool, though.” Unfortunately, the conversation doesn’t end there like he assumed it would. He was already back to looking at his phone and scrolling through it in boredom like any other human being when Kai decided to ask another ridiculous question.
“Hyung, are you a munch?” He’s looking up at Yeonjun with big expectant eyes, curiosity swirling in them.
Yeonjun is not sure why Kai is asking him specifically, especially since Kai knew that Yeonjun hated talking about his sex life. But he indulges him. He shrugs before speaking. “I guess? I enjoy eating pussy enough to be fine without getting anything back but I haven’t had anyone not want to go further after that.”
He can literally feel Beomgyu’s eyes burning into him.
He ignores it.
Kai hums. “Ah, is it the same as eating ass?”
Yeonjun’s face heats up, but he stays calm. “Uhm, essentially? I don’t know. Never liked a guy enough to put my tongue in his ass. I’d assume eating pussy is more fun though.”
“ Ah, hyung ,” Soobin pushes Yeonjun’s shoulder while he whines, a laugh on his lips. “I can’t believe you.”
Yeonjun rolls his eyes. “What? It’s true.”
This starts a whole debate, with everyone else (Kai, Taehyun, and Soobin) claiming that eating ass was more fun. Yeonjun just thought that they were too gay to really know anyway, his final sentence being something along the lines of:
“Eat a pussy and come back to me then,”
Knowing that none of them were going to do it at all.
The argument was pointless, to say the least. Yeonjun retires back to his room shortly after the conversation moves on to something less sexual. They know where the air mattresses were, they could find it on their own. Yeonjun was going to sleep . Halfway down the hallway he hears a few smacks followed by a chorus of:
“You haven’t told him ?!”
Yeonjun has grown to learn that ignoring anything that doesn’t truly have anything to do with him is the best way to live his life. Beomgyu having a vagina didn’t concern him, so he’s not upset that he wasn’t told. What bothered him was the fact that Beomgyu didn’t feel safe enough to tell him. South Korea is a conservative country, a lot of people wouldn’t be able to take that a man has a vagina - so he gets it. He’s not mad. But he thought Beomgyu knew he was an accepting guy. He spends the next five minutes reflecting on if he was really as accepting as he thought he was or if he was some judgemental loser that he was trying very hard to not ever be.
He really wasn’t trying to be an asshole if he ever was.
He comes to the conclusion that tomorrow morning he’ll apologize for not making Beomgyu feel safe enough to tell him since everyone else seemed to know, and then very shortly after comes to to the conclusion that he won’t apologize at all. It’d be weird. That would be like apologizing for not telling someone, who didn’t ask, how big his dick was. It was weird.
He throws himself onto his bed, his head hitting his pillows with a soft thud. He mindlessly scrolls through his twitter feed to help him go to sleep or at least get tired. He’s right on the edge of sleep when he hears a knock, and a soft “hyung,” accompanying it. He recognizes the voice immediately, his stomach falling to his ass.
“Come in.” Beomgyu closes the door behind him softly before taking a spot on the edge of Yeonjun’s bed. He stares at Yeonjun for a few minutes without saying anything. Weird. “What’s up? Did you want to sleep together or something?” Yeonjun says it to help Beomgyu get to the point of him being in here, his patience a little worn out do to how tired he was.
“Sleep together? Like have sex?” Beomgyu leans forward as if he had heard wrong.
“No,” Yeonjun let’s out a tired laugh, he doesn’t even have the energy to react. “Like go to sleep. Be half dead for like six hours. I’m not trying to fuck you.”
“Why not? I have the parts you like.”
Yeonjun drops his phone onto the bed and closes his eyes, groaning internally. “Not all of them. Lack of boobs is a problem.”
“Shut up, you like ass more than boobs.”
“You caught me, although you barely have any of that.” Yeonjun deadpans, his eyes fluttering back open to catch Beomgyu’s eyes with his own. Beomgyu’s already staring down at him with a menacing glare. Beomgyu even reaches down and pinches the fuck out of Yeonjun’s side. “ Ow . What’s up, Gyu? You ok?”
“Yeah.” It’s silent for a minute and Yeonjun is itching for him to leave the room so he can sleep or to get to the point. Beomgyu must catch on to that quickly, because he’s opening his mouth and getting straight to the point. “Hyung, you don’t think it’s weird that I have a vagina? You don’t have any questions?”
Beomgyu is looking at him expectantly, a little glint in his eyes like he’s waiting for Yeonjun to somehow mess up. “Weird? No. A little different, maybe.” Beomgyu’s lips twitch a little. “I mean I can think of some questions if you want me to. I don’t really feel like it’s my place to ask them though.”
Beomgyu pouts. “Damn hyung, I was hoping you’d be an asshole so I can get you to do my homework for a month.”
Yeonjun can’t help the snicker that leaves his lips. “What the hell man? Get out.”
Beomgyu throws himself on top of Yeonjun, wrapping his arms around Yeonjun and completely crushing him. “I was born a girl,” he says after a while. “I transitioned while I was still young, if you were wondering. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before but I was just nervous. I’m sorry.”
Yeonjun let’s his arm find it’s away around Beomgyu’s middle, pulling him in closer.“What did I do that made you feel nervous to tell me? All the other guys know…”
“You didn’t do anything.”
“So how do they all know and I don’t?” Yeonjun wonders. “Are you actually way closer to them than me and secretly hate me? Is that why you’re always fucking around with me?”
“Hyung, what ? No. It’s just different with them than it is with you.”
“How?” Yeonjun presses, even though he shouldn’t. He couldn’t help himself though. He thought he was a good hyung, he thought he had provided a space safe for all of his friends. “Is it because I’m not gay, or whatever? I have had dealings with guys before and you know that.”
“You have mentioned multiple times that being with a man is your last resort. Like everyone else has to be busy. Or dead.”
It goes awkwardly quiet. “I said that…?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t say that. I would never say that.”
Beomgyu stares at him knowingly, head slightly tilted, eyebrow raised. “Last Chuseok.” That was all Yeonjun had to hear, knowing exactly what Beomgyu meant when he said that. He falls back.
“ Oh .” Yeonjun feels horrible for some reason, especially since it isn’t true. “Well, is that the reason?”
Beomgyu cuddles closer and sighs. “No. I don’t know. I just… I really like you hyung and I didn’t want to make you look at me differently or like be disappointed in me or something.”
“Beomgyu, there is nothing that you could do to make me be disappointed in you. And that was nothing for me to be disappointed about. And it doesn’t change how I look at you. I love you, you know.” Beomgyu is looking up at him with a look on his eyes Yeonjun hasn’t seen before. Awkward. “I always knew I was your favorite hyung.” A soft joke to lighten the atmosphere. It was feeling too tense.
The look is gone, and a smile takes over his features. “Don’t tell Soobin,”
Yeonjun is miserable as hell. Like extremely. Like never before seen rates of miserableness on a single human.
Ever since he was let in on the fact Beomgyu had a vagina, it’s like that was all the rest of the guys talked about. And it wasn’t like any of this shit was new, it was the same shit they said in playful banter all the time. Now it just seemed to have a new meaning knowing that Beomgyu had parts that Yeonjun didn’t know about before. It was torture.
And it’s been weeks of constant hell and torture, of him never knowing where to look after Soobin makes a suggestive joke towards Beomgyu, of him always having to catch himself from looking at where his private parts are, of him blushing like a mad man whenever someone else catches him. Of him unable to fully do his job because he’s thinking about what Beomgyu’s private parts look like.
He’s going insane.
It’s not like Yeonjun liked Beomgyu or anything. He was just intrigued. Yeah, intrigued. He just thought it was interesting. He was sure after a few more weeks, it would die down, and he would stop trying to see if he could get a glimpse of Beomgyu’s mound while he sat.
Yeonjun knew it was weird, he definitely knew, but he he’s made efforts to stop. No matter how hard he tried, the thoughts always crept back up and took over his mind.
Even the rest of the guys were starting to notice. Soobin even took him aside separately and had a conversation about it.
“Hyung. No.” It was all he said at first, and Yeonjun knew what he was talking about already.
“I didn’t even do anything!” Which was fair, and very much true. He hasn’t done anything but look from afar these past few weeks and he had zero intentions of taking it further.
“It’s obvious, hyung. Get it under control, seriously.” Soobin looks amused while he says it and it only turns Yeonjun’s stomach. If it was obvious to him, it was obvious to Beomgyu. Fuck. “It’s going to mean a lot more to Beomie than what it would to you. So, just stop.”
Yeonjun isn’t a hundred percent sure what the hell Soobin was talking about and the only thing he gathered from it is that if he’s going to be a weirdo, he needs to be more subtle about it. Not that he wants to be a weirdo, it’s just that the thoughts are overpowering him so he can’t help but steal glances and imagine…things he shouldn’t.
And Yeonjun has self control. In fact, he prides himself on how much self control he does has. So, he was doing fine at first. With all the charged jokes, all the staring, and imagining shit - he still wouldn’t act on anything he felt towards Beomgyu.
That’s what he was telling himself.
He was wrong.
Yeonjun gets fed up and loses the entirety of his mind when Beomgyu comes over with way too many textbooks and notebooks and asks Yeonjun to help him study. Whatever. Yeonjun graduated last semester. He thought he had left all of this nonsense behind him but Beomgyu was clearly making sure that Yeonjun was still allowed to get haunted by exam season.
“Wrong.” Yeonjun laughs when Beomgyu gets another question wrong. These flash cards were obviously not serving their purpose too well. Beomgyu didn’t remember shit written on any one of them. Beomgyu sighs and bangs his head on one of his textbooks.
“Just fucking shoot me now.”
“I don’t have a gun, but I have an alternative.”
“I’m listening…” Beomgyu has the nerve to sound eager.
“What are deleterious genes? Make sure to list at least one example.” Yeonjun reads off of a new flashcard. Beomgyu reaches across the small kitchen table to hit Yeonjun, but he easily dodges it, a small chuckle falling from his lips as Beomgyu flops back into his seat.
“I give up. I’m just going to be a failure. And drop out of school.” Beomgyu whines into his arm sleeves. All Yeonjun can do is coo at his dramatics. When Beomgyu gets like this (they’ve known each other since Yeonjun was a senior in high school) the best thing to do was just do something nice and small for him until he eventually stopped moaning and groaning. Yeonjun gets up to grab him a water bottle (small nice thing he will appreciate deeply).
When Yeonjun returns, Beomgyu is whining and groaning more than he was when Yeonjun had first left. This was concerning. “What’s wrong?” Yeonjun asks, placing the water bottles down and taking his seat back.
“I’m so fucking stressed and busy that I don’t even have time to bink. I have exams on top of exams, I have a thesis due and I haven’t even started that. I’m fucked.” Beomgyu throws his head back in agony. “I’m not going to pass this stupid exam cause I can’t retain shit. My hair is going to start graying and falling out at this point. I’m stressed .”
“You’re not going to start graying.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You’re twenty-one.” Yeonjun deadpans. “You’re not going to start graying.”
“Of course that's what you focus on. I tell you I’m drowning in stress and you worry about my graying hair?!” Beomgyu asks in bewilderment.
Yeonjun blinks. “What do you usually do to deal with stress?” It’s an innocent question. Yeonjun was expecting an innocent response such as, reading a book, taking a nap, working out. What he gets instead…
He needs guidance.
Beomgyu is blushing. “I usually get off. But my vibrator fucking broke, dawg.”
His mind goes blank, and then dumbly repeats Beomgyu, “A vibrator? Like a sex toy?”
“Yes,” Beomgyu is blushing and clearly looks embarrassed.
Yeonjun still doesn’t have his mind just yet when he utters his next words. “Just use your hands. Everyone else is.”
“It’s different . And it’s not enough. It doesn’t release any stress, it just makes me hornier and I need more. I can barely fucking sleep if I get started.”
Those words alone cause Yeonjun’s stomach to heat up with lust, his eyes flicking over Beomgyu before feigning uninterest and turning back to the flashcards. “Well, if you get too horny and stressed that it’s unbearable, I’m here.”
Yeonjun doesn’t realize what he’s said until the words have fully left his mouth, and he automatically wants to shoot himself. He wants to tie himself to the back of a truck and just go out like that. That’s how embarrassed and sick he feels.
“Huh?”
Yeonjun keeps his face normal, fights back the blush, and looks Beomgyu right into his eyes as he digs the hole even deeper for himself. “I’m here.” Repeating it to affirm that he really just propositioned someone who was supposed to be his little brother. Someone who he was supposed to be taking care of and looking out for. He wants to die. He learned one thing about Beomgyu and turned into a pervert. He wants to die.
Beomgyu sputters for a few seconds, his eyes wide with a slight crazed look in them. “What do you mean?” Is what he settles on after he gets a few noises out.
Yeonjun shrugs. “It would feel better and satisfy your… needs if it was someone else. Right ?”
Beomgyu’s jaw dropped. “What are you going to do? Finger me? I can do that fine myself.”
Yeonjun lets out a chuckle and raises his eyebrow. “I’d believe you if you weren’t so hung up on your vibrator.”
“I told you it’s different!”
“And who said I’d only use fingers?”
“You’re definitely not putting your dick in me. I should’ve known that’s what you wanted. You men are—”
“I didn’t say anything about my dick either. I have a mouth, you know.”
“Will you be expecting anything in return?”
“No.”
Beomgyu and Yeonjun share a very intense staring session until Beomgyu breaks it. “Ok, I’ll let you know when it gets bad. Thank you, hyung.”
“Yeah,”
Once Beomgyu agreed, Yeonjun was already convincing himself on why it was a good idea. If he just went ahead and did it, he could stop thinking about it. And if he stopped thinking about it, he could stop being a weirdo, and if he stopped being a weirdo, he can start being a good hyung again.
It made perfect sense to Yeonjun.
“Can we switch gears? I’m tired of Genetics.”
Yeonjun barely gets through three work days before Beomgyu brings it up. He’s fucking up every thing at work just because he can’t stop thinking about having his mouth on Beomgyu’s pussy. It’s embarrassing.
Gyu :
hyung 1:15 AM
is your offer still on the table? 1:15 am
Yeonjun is so happy he’s up. He had the next two days off, so he got to stay up and do whatever he want. Not that there was much to do. Like every other person working a stupid job, he spent the majority of his days off catching up on rest. He was currently watching a movie on his iPad when the text popped up on his phone. His heart is beating out of his chest when he moves to answer.
Yeonjun :
hey . 1:16 AM
yeah. why, what’s up? 1:17 AM
He figures that this would’ve been the perfect time to just tell Beomgyu that no, it’s not. It’s wrong and they shouldn’t entertain the thought of doing anything even remotely sexual at all. Yeonjun, unfortunately, is not stronger than the force of his dick, so he doesn’t.
Again, it’s not like he likes Beomgyu. Like he’s been convincing himself since they first had the conversation, he’s just going to do it once to get himself to stop thinking about it all the time. Once he does it, it’ll be fine. They’ll be back to normal and Yeonjun can go back to being the regular doting hyung he has always strived to be.
Gyu :
ok . 1:20 AM
come to my place please . 1:20 AM
and hurry up . 1:20 AM
Yeonjun doesn’t even respond, he barely finds time to throw on a jacket over his tank top with how fast he was running around. He barely remembers to grab his car keys, entirely forgets his phone. and basically speeds over to Beomgyu’s place. He knows it’s embarrassing, you don’t have to tell him.
He gives himself a second before he’s knocking on the door, let’s himself catch his breath. He’s determined to seem a little normal and like he doesn’t want to do this more than Beomgyu. He doesn’t want to seem weird. It’s just to get the shit out of his system. Then they’d be back to normal. It would all work out.
Beomgyu opens the door quickly.
He looks normal. He doesn’t look particularly horny or even the slightest bit excited. For some reason this calms Yeonjun down a bit. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting you or anything, hyung.”
“Oh, of course not. I was just watching some movie.” Yeonjun shrugs as he steps into the apartment, following Beomgyu deeper into the place until they made it to his room. It looks actually kind of similar to his room but just not as messy. Yeonjun had clothes thrown all over the place. He had no idea what to wear and he tends to throw the clothes around his room until he does find what he wants to wear. Then he leaves it.
“Do you want to finish it here?”
Yeonjun nods. “Sure.” Shortly after, Beomgyu is turning the TV on and pulling Netflix up while Yeonjun awkwardly sits on the edge of the bed, wishing he had his phone with him or something so he doesn’t look like an entire loser. He helps Beomgyu find the movie, and then he lays down a bit further up in the bed, closer to where Beomgyu was sitting.
This was awkward.
He didn’t know how to initiate it without being a complete weirdo. So, they spend the first fifteen minutes without even looking at each other.
“Hyung,” Beomgyu calls, reaching out with his hand to grab onto Yeonjun’s jacket. Yeonjun hums in response, turning away from the TV and glancing over at him. “Come on, we don’t have all day.” He’s whining, and Yeonjun thinks he sounds so cute he might pass. He doesn’t know if he can do this.
Yeonjun let’s a smile grow on his face and pulls himself up on the bed, sitting next to him like a smiley, goofy idiot. “You sure about this?”
“Yes, hurry up. I’m getting impatient.” Beomgyu rolls his eyes, and Yeonjun can’t help the laugh. At least that stays the same throughout this. He’s still the annoying, bratty guy he is.
Yeonjun leans in to kiss Beomgyu, and is abruptly stopped when Beomgyu forcibly pushes him. “What are you doing?”
Yeonjun’s eyes balked out of his head. “Um? I can’t drive off in a car without turning it on.”
“I’ve been turning myself on for the past hour, I think it’s good,” Beomgyu is blushing. “Don’t kiss me. It’ll be weird.”
Yeonjun’s lips twitch. “I think it may already be weird. But okay, anything else I shouldn’t do?” Yeonjun won’t lie, he’s a little disappointed that he doesn’t get to kiss Beomgyu but he doesn’t dwell on it too much. It’s not like it’s something he wants to do, he’s just used to kissing and touching before he puts his face in between someone’s legs.
“Don’t bite me–”
“Has someone bitten you before?” Yeonjun sounds genuinely concerned.
“Shut up. And don’t put your fingers inside of me or I swear I’ll kill you.”
“Alright, alright . You got it.” Yeonjun can’t believe he’s doing this. “Can I undress you or is that not allowed either?”
Beomgyu’s eyes roll. “Damn, you’re not even going to attempt to make me feel special?”
“I tried to.”
“You want to kiss me that bad?”
Yeonjun scoffs. “ No . I want to make sure you’re wet and in the mood before I start.”
Beomgyu makes a little noise. “I just told you, I’ve been trying to play with myself for the past hour. I’m wet as fuck already, just hurry up .”
Beomgyu pulls his pants off, and Yeonjun simply cannot believe this shit is actually happening, like at all. He maneuvers himself between Beomgyu’s legs, and dies.
He knew what he had came over here to do, and he had been thinking about it for a good month, but now that he’s face to face with Beomgyu’s actual pussy, he might actually die. It’s pretty, and like Beomgyu said, it’s slick with wetness from whatever he was doing earlier. Yeonjun can feel his dick twitching in his sweatpants, trying not to grind himself down onto the bed. “You’re pretty.”
“Shut up,” Beomgyu whispers. He slightly closes his legs when Yeonjun’s stare becomes too much and the silence between them becomes deafening. “Don’t just stare at it.”
Yeonjun runs his hands over Beomgyu’s inner thighs, using a little force to hold them open. “I’m just admiring,” he murmurs, “you’re really pretty.” He lets his eyes flit up to get a quick look at his face, smiling when he sees the blush on his cheeks. “You like when hyung compliments you?”
“You know I do. Can you stop talking and use your mouth for something other than talking shi— oh ,”
Yeonjun cuts him off by pressing a kiss onto his swollen clit. He lets his tongue circle Beomgyu’s clit before it’s dipping down and he gets his first taste of Beomgyu’s wetness. Beomgyu mewls the second Yeonjun’s tongue laves overs him, his eyes fluttering close as he feels the tongue make its way back up to the clit.
Yeonjun takes his time to figure out what Beomgyu likes, listening and watching his reactions whenever he did something new. Beomgyu likes when Yeonjun sucks on his clit and he definitely likes whenever he lets his tongue delve into his hole.
“Stop teasing, hyung, make me cum.” Beomgyu murmurs through breathy whines.
“What kind of head are you getting on the usual?” Yeonjun murmurs, “I got to properly build this type of shit up.”
“I told you,” Beomgyu groans, “I was building myself up for hours already. I want to cum !”
Yeonjun smiles a little. “Okay,”
“You can use your fingers.” Beomgyu says shyly.
“Oh?”
“Just put them in don’t be weird about it.”
Yeonjun doesn’t. It’s not that he wants to make Beomgyu upset or anything like that, he just wants the first orgasm he gives Beomgyu to be from the feeling of his tongue on him solely. Yeonjun finds a grip on the back of Beomgyu’s thighs and presses them down further.
Yeonjun wastes no time, and does everything he’s learned Beomgyu likes. If he goes by the choked moans and gasps Beomgyu keeps letting slip past his lips, he’s doing an alright job. He ignores the wetness on his chin, and circles Beomgyu’s entrance with his tongue before fucking his tongue in as deep as it could manage. Beomgyu’s hand reaches down to pull on Yeonjun’s hair, grinding down on the tongue in him. “Fuck, hyung, yes .”
Yeonjun groans as Beomgyu pulls a little tighter on his strands, starting a steady rhythm of in and out. Beomgyu’s moans get louder, especially as he ruts down on Yeonjun’s tongue with his clit nudging Yeonjun’s nose every push down. Yeonjun thinks its so fucking hot, he’s holding himself back from grinding his throbbing erection onto the bed.
“Feels so good,” Beomgyu moans, throwing his head back as his thighs start to shake around Yeonjun’s head. Yeonjun’s jaw starts to get sore, but he can tell he’s close so he thugs through it. He slips tongue his out and moves back to his clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it around with his tongue simultaneously. Beomgyu cries out suddenly, back arching, and his grip in Yeonjun’s hair getting almost unbearable.
Yeonjun doesn’t stop sucking at him until Beomgyu’s whimpering and pushing at his head softly, and even then Yeonjun doesn’t want to stop.
“One more?” Yeonjun asks, voice laced with lust. “You deserve it, Gyu, just one more.”
Beomgyu looks completely out of it, his eyes barely open as he stares down at Yeonjun. Yeonjun doesn’t really let him answer, bringing his fingers up to play with Beomgyu’s thick pussy lips. He lets his index finger make its way to Beomgyu’s opening, circling it before hes pressing in slowly, watching Beomgyu’s reaction with wide eyes. He doesn’t want to miss shit. He needs to see how Beomgyu reacts to every touch he gives him. That way when they go their separate ways tonight, he’ll be able to properly recall everything.
He starts slow, getting Beomgyu used to the feeling of his finger in him. Beomgyu is tight and wet around him, he can even feel more wetness oozing out around his finger. Yeonjun curls his finger up as he thrusts his fingers into him a little faster, watching as Beomgyu’s jaw drops open and the soft pants leave his lips. “ Fuck . ‘S not enough. Another, hyung, another finger.”
God, he sounds so pretty.
Different than anything Yeonjun has ever heard from him before. His voice is all whiny and high pitched, and fucking sexy. Yeonjun never wants to stop doing this with him. “You like hyungs fingers in you that much?” He’s teasing, but Beomgyu clenches down around his finger so tight Yeonjun’s eyes roll back.
Imagine if he was…If he was in him.
Fuck, he’s going to cream his pants.
To distract himself, he pulls his fingers out and then presses two back in before hes attaching his lips back onto Beomgyu’s clit.
“Fuck, hyung, wait–”
Beomgyu cuts himself off with a loud whine, back arching off of the bed once again in attempts to pull away from him. Yeonjun lays an arm over his waist and holds him down that way, continuing with the slow thrusts of his fingers and the quick flicks of his tongue along his clit, forcing Beomgyu to take it.
Beomgyu resorts to pulling at Yeonjun’s hair. “Hyung, please , I’m– fuck –it feels so fucking good, Junie.” Yeonjun moans once he feels the way Beomgyu starts clenching around his fingers. He curls his fingers and pushes them in deeper and harder, relishing in how Beomgyu’s moans get louder and louder with each thurst.
He could do this shit all day.
Beomgyu cums around Yeonjun’s fingers with Yeonjun’s name on his lips. He’s shaking by the time he finally comes down, immediately rolling over once Yeonjun detaches himself from him.
Yeonjun laughs. “You ok?”
Beomgyu groans as a response.
Yeonjun momentarily forgets about his throbbing boner and rushes over to Beomgyu’s bathroom. He finds a rag and quickly wets it, rings it out, then makes his way back to Beomgyu who is still laying on the bed like a lifeless doll. “Baby, I have to clean you up a little, at least.”
Beomgyu groans into his sheets. “Don’t call me that. Or I’ll fall in love with you.”
Yeonjun rolls his eyes, dragging Beomgyu closer to him by his legs and manhandling him so he’s back on his back. “That’s not so bad.” He lets his eyes glance up at Beomgyu to watch his reaction. “I’d be a good boyfriend.” He continues, spreading Beomgyu’s legs as he cleans up the mess he made.
Beomgyu’s eyes flutter open, not surprised that Yeonjun is already staring at him. “A little taste of me and you’re already wanting me to be your boyfriend, huh?”
Yeonjun scoffs. “As if you won’t be begging for my mouth back on you tomorrow.”
“Fuck off, I’m not sixteen with no self control.”
Yeonjun lets a smile grow on his lips, patting Beomgyu’s legs when he finishes. “Did you like it?” He asks when he’s back from throwing the towel up.
“Was me laid out looking like my soul had just been taken from not enough for you to know that I liked it?”
“No.”
“Get out of my house.”
Yeonjun snorts, running a hand through his hair. “Hyungie wants to hear how good he made Beomie feel.” He teases, grabbing Beomgyu by the ankle and pulling him down to the edge of the bed so he was closer to Yeonjun. Yeonjun leans down, getting in Beomgyu’s face to continue his teasing even further, but Beomgyu quite literally pushes his head away.
“Stop trying to kiss me.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, Beomgyu.” Yeonjun laughs, “I actually wasn’t trying to kiss you. But since it’s on your mind I can give you a goodnight kiss.”
“Just get out.” Beomgyu says with a blush on his cheeks. “I’m tired.”
“Uh-huh,” Yeonjun nods, not convinced at all. “Goodnight, Gyu.
“Goodnight, hyung.”
When Yeonjun gets back to his place, he shreds himself of every piece of clothing he had on, lays in the pretty comfortable bed, and wraps his hand around his throbbing member. He can still smell Beomgyu on him, he can still feel the way he felt against his tongue, shit he can still hear the loud moans he let out.
It doesn’t take long for Yeonjun to release all over himself.
He’s so fucked.