Botxin
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Sangwon was walking down the dim hallway toward his study when a sound stopped him in his tracks. It wasn't a scream or a cry for help; it was a moan. A wet, desperate, guttural sound that vibrated through the floorboards.
"Ahhh... Yuan-ge... please... fuck me... I want you to fuck me..."
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- Part 1 of Botxin
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Hyung…” Anxin called softly.
Sangwon hummed in response.
“What are we now? Like… we just—are we still just bandmates or ?” Anxin asked.
“Boyfriends, right?” Sangwon finished for him.
Anxin let out a small giggle. “Okay… boyfriend.”
Sangwon suddenly pinned him down playfully. “So now that we’re boyfriends, does that mean Anxin will let me fuck him seven day a week?”
Anxin hit Sangwon’s chest lightly. “Hyung, you’re shameless.”
“But you still love me anyway,” Sangwon teased.
“I love you, hyung,” Anxin said.
Sangwon leaned forward and kissed his forehead gently. “I love you too.”
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- Part 2 of Botxin
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Anxin smiled, his snaggle tooth gleaming. He leaned down, placing his bigger hands on Sangwon's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat under his palms. "My turn," he whispered, his boba eyes wide and challenging.
He mimicked Sangwon's earlier path, but with a brat's impatience. He licked a stripe up Sangwon's throat, nibbled at his earlobe, then moved to his chest. He didn't have Sangwon's finesse, but he had enthusiasm. He took one of Sangwon's nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, scraping his teeth over the nub until Sangwon gasped, his hands flying to Anxin's hips, fingers digging in.
" Fuck xin—"
"See?" Anxin panted, moving to the other side. "Not so fun when you're the one squirming, is it?" He kissed down the defined ridges of Sangwon's abs, his tongue dipping into the shallow trail of hair leading south. He was painfully aware of his own inexperience, but he was driven by a need to tease, to give back some of the torment.
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- Part 3 of Botxin
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- Part 4 of Botxin
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- Part 5 of Botxin
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Returning to his spot in front of the chair, Anxin sank slowly to his knees, spreading his legs. He brought the glistening tip of the toy to his entrance.
“Watch, Wonie,” he commanded, his bratty tone laced with dark promise. “Watch how I do it without you.”
With a filthy, slow push, he began to press the dildo into himself. His mouth fell open on a silent gasp, then a high, broken moan spilled out. “Ahn… Wonie… ahhh”
Sangwon jerked against his bonds, the chair scraping against the floor. “Fuck, Anxin! Stop teasing”
But Anxin only moaned louder, working the toy deeper with shallow, maddening thrusts. “Does it… ugh… does it hurt, baby? Seeing me like this? Knowing I’m getting myself off right in front of you and you… nngh… you can’t do a thing?”
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- Part 6 of Botxin
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Three weeks without getting properly fucked turns Anxin into a desperate menace.
One reckless video later, Sangwon is on the first flight home ready to fuck away every second they spent apart.Series
- Part 7 of Botxin