16 Works by nakring
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"We're supposed to be relaxing," he starts. He leans back against the sauna wall, his dark gaze flickering down Woonhak's body, giving him a once over. "What's on your mind?"
Woonhak swallows. "I—I dunno, I'm just a bit distracted."
Donghyun hums. It seems like he's considering something, turning over a thought in his brain. That look is never a good thing. "Do you want hyung to show you how he relaxes?"
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Sanghyuk reaches out, lightly taps his pointer finger against his sticky cockhead. "Look at you, pretty baby. All wet for me."
"Please," Woonhak whines, "Pl—Sanghyuk-hyung, I wanna come so bad.."
"Aww," Sanghyuk clicks his tongue. Rubs his thumb back over the tip. "Already? Are you sure I can't just keep playing with you? I'm having so much fun."
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Woonhak is a constant— no mater the circumstances, no matter how messed up Sanghyuk feels in his own head, Woonhak is there to love him anyway.
Does Sanghyuk feel worthy of it? No. He doubts he ever will, but as Woonhak's hand traces up and down the skin of his arm and he turns at Sanghyuk to smile, it seems just a bit more possible that one day he might.
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Woonhak grits his teeth and stiffly, through narrowed eyes, says "Please?"
Donghyun squints at him. His head tilts, and merely taps his dick against Woonhak's entrance. "Ah, you can do better than that, Woonhak-ah. Come on, you know what I want."
He does. Woonhak squirms against the mattress. He feels so small like this, pinned down mostly by Donghyun's eyes, aching to be filled by the boy who's taunting him. How pathetic of him, and here is, giving Donghyun exactly what he wants. He takes a deep inhale. "Please…oppa."
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“And you came to get in my pants, so..?”
Woonhak snorts and his nose wrinkles, one hand raising up in defense. “I didn’t even say anything.”
Sungho shifts. His legs slip off and away for merely a moment before he’s getting even closer, sliding himself on top of Woonhak, knees framing his hips. “I know. You’re just so obvious.”
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“Hyung,” Woonhak mumbles between slow kisses to Sanghyuk’s skin. “Can I suck you off?”
Sanghyuk lets out a breathy giggle. “That’s what you want? You want your mouth on me?”
Woonhak shifts. He slides himself off the bed and tugs at Sanghyuk’s hips, kneeling on the floor now between his hyungs spread legs. His breath fans against Sanghyuk’s cock when he speaks, peering up at him through his lashes.
“All I ever want is to make you feel good.”
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The person that’s hogging all Woonhak’s attention that Dongmin is so insanely desperate for, is a boy. A boy Dongmin doesn’t recognize, but is awfully pretty. He leans closer, and his hand reaches out to rest on Woonhak’s knee, and Dongmin almost throws up.
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“You had nothing to worry about, baby. You’re pretty here, too.”
Woonhak peeks down at her then, brows furrowed, like she doesn’t believe her. Riwoo doesn’t get why, she’s telling the truth— through the wisps of dark hair, Woonhak’s cunt is already glistening. Riwoo hums to herself, leaning closer, until her words very deliberately send soft bursts of air onto the slick skin. “You’re so wet already, baby, I haven’t even touched you yet.”
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Behind him, he hears Donghyun chuckle, and he also feels it, back pressed to the younger's chest. “It’s not often we render him speechless.”
Sanghyuk wants to complain; tell him and Woonhak that it’s not fair they gloat like this when he’s stretched far too wide to think clearly. He can’t, though, because Donghyun moves his hips as he attempts to speak again, pressing further inside him.
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“You keep looking at me like that. For a while I couldn’t tell, but lately..” He pauses, and his hand drops from the window to instead reach out to Woonhaks arm, thumb swiping slowly over the tendon of his wrist. “Do you want me, Woonhakie?”
His heart stops. Seriously, Woonhak is entirely convinced his heart stops for a moment and then starts racing to overcompensate. His mouth opens to answer, but Dongmins fingers glide up his arm, sneaking under his sleeve, making Woonhak shiver right down to his bones.
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Light kisses every curve and adage of Woonhaks face, one corner of his mouth lifting at Sanghyuks admission. “You’re thinking about me?”
He says it like it’s surprising. Like there’s anyone, anything else Sanghyuk would bother thinking about when Woonhak is here, a hand brushing up and down the dip of Sanghyuks spine, settled into his bed like he’s never belonged anywhere else.
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Love is messy—and while Sanghyuk has never feared mess itself, it makes things far more complicated. Love is sticky, thick like syrup and twice as sweet, and Sanghyuk has always loved sweet things to the point where sometimes, he overindulges.
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- Part 2 of Love me steady
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He likes reducing Sanghyuk to a mess of trembles and stutters, but when he thinks about it, he realizes it’s just as selfish as it is selfless. He gives because he wants to take.
For Sanghyuk, he’s a starved man, tearing past the skin of a fruit to reap the benefits and not caring when the juice stains his fingers.
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- Part 1 of Love me steady
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Woonhak plunges further in, about halfway, and then grabs the side of Sanghyuk’s waist with his other hand, thumb pressing into his hip bone. “Fuck–you feel-”
He cuts himself off because Sanghyuk clenches around him and his cock aches, and he has to focus really hard on not cumming right then and there. Sanghyuk giggles again, though much more breathless, and his throat bobs when he swallows. “Yeah? Does hyung feel good?”
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“Is it a secret? The name–your name, I mean.”
“No,” Taesan answers, and the corner of his mouth twitches up, a lazy smile finding his glossed lips. His eyelids are lowered, a type of soft ease with his expression that Woonhak doesn’t see from him often. Like he’s truly comfortable. “Not from you. It’s Dongmin.”
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- Part 1 of Metanoia
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“Hyung just needs to recharge, don’t mind me,” Jaehyun sighs wistfully. He rubs his face gently against Woonhak’s shoulder, eyes shut, eyelashes kissing his cheeks. Something inside Woonhak aches, nestled right between his ribs.
I don’t mind. I never do. Not when it’s you.
“Sure, hyung,” Woonhak answers. “Whatever you need.”