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It was just another lunch in the sweaty-ass jungle they called the cafeteria when Sion slammed his tray down. “Bro, I swear to fucking god, Sungchan’s testing my patience,” he said, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair.

Jaehee, still munching fries, shot him a bored look. “What’s the golden boy done now?” Ryo snickered at that, but Sion wasn’t laughing. “Motherfucker made me look like a complete idiot in math class. Me, of all people." He knew exactly how hot and popular he was - and the fact that Sungchan had managed to upstage him in anything was just downright unacceptable.

Ryo tilted his head, curious. “Wait, how the hell’s Sungchan suddenly a math wiz? Didn’t he almost fail last year?” Jaehee wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin. “Bet he’s cheating. Wouldn’t shock me.”

“Nah, man, it’s more than that." Sion shook his head. "He even fucking swiped Bianca from me, too. You know, Bianca. Model chick, legs for days, mouth for nights?” His friends all howled.

“Bro, she gives head like a damn Dyson,” Ryo cackled. "Or so I've gathered. Ha-ha!"

“Yeah, but real talk?” Sion smiled wider. “She couldn’t handle the full thing. Fact is: no one can. I swear, the search for the right girl continues.” and gave them that signature grin, the one that had half the girls in SM High and more than a few teachers swoon.

“Yeah, yeah, you got a jumbo dick, we get it,” Jaehee razzed, rolling his eyes. “But speaking of dicks, heard Sungchan’s packing too.”

Sion’s smile faded. “Fuck off. Ain’t no way he’s bigger than me.”

“Maybe you’re tied, bro,” Ryo needled. “Twin towers.”

"Ryo has a point," Jaehee jumps in. "You and Sungchan are always tied."

“Fuck that. Bozo can’t beat me in everything,” Sion snarled, jaw tight. “I mean, yeah, we’re neck and neck in sports, in women, even drive a similar car. I won't let him outscore me in grades, heck to the NO. I gotta know how he did it... What do you guys think? Private tutor? Bribes?”

That’s when Riku, who’d been quietly chewing on his gimbap, finally piped up. “I think I know Sungchan’s secret weapon.”

They all snapped their heads toward him. “What?”

"More like, WHO." Riku casually jerked his chin at the far side of the cafeteria. They followed his gaze and saw Yushi: quiet, pale, almost delicate-looking, deep in conversation with Sungchan and his loud crew.

“Yushi?" Jaehee questions, eating another fry. "Bro, what the fuck does he have to do with anything?”

“Knuckleheads,” Riku drawled, and picked up another gimbap. “They’re stepbrothers now. Sungchan’s dad married Yushi’s mom last summer." There was a collective AHH from the three guys. "Since then? Sungchan’s been scoring higher than your dumbass, Sion.”

Ryo clicked his tongue, connecting the dots. “Holy shit. Yushi’s the secret sauce. He’s tutoring Sungchan."

“So what if we... You know, flip the script?" Jaehee grinned, eyes glinting. "Sion gets in Yushi’s head. Sungchan loses his golden goose, and Sion comes out on top. Literally and academically.”

Sion leaned back, hands in his pockets, wearing that confident smirk that usually got him anything he wanted. “You’re saying I should... What? Woo the kid? Use the old Sion charm?” He paused, flickering to Yushi, whose deep-set eyes briefly lifted and, to Sion’s surprise, didn’t immediately dart away.

For half a second, they just looked at each other. And shit, Sion’s heart did something weird - like a skip. Then Yushi blinked, face unreadable, and turned back to his stepbrother.

Sion exhaled, masking whatever the fuck that moment was under fresh arrogance. “Nah, man, I ain’t doing no gay shit just to beat Sungchan. That’s fucked up.”

“Doesn’t have to be gay, genius,” Ryo snorted. “Just flirt, get him to trust you. Once Yushi’s in your corner, Sungchan’s screwed.”

“And maybe you finally stop looking like a clown in math,” Jaehee added, biting back laughter. “Two birds, one stone.”

“Plus,” Riku chimed in, tone snake-slick, “making a move on Yushi doesn’t make you gay. Makes you a fucking winner, bro. Just imagine Sungchan’s face when you steal his secret weapon. That’d be priceless.”

"I hear ya." Sion’s grin twisted, part smug, part curious. “I mean... kid’s not bad-looking,” he muttered, just loud enough for them to hear.

Jaehee’s jaw dropped. “Holy shish kabobs, look at Sion, already planning the wedding! Ha-ha, just kidding, man.”

“Buzz off,” Sion barked, heat crawling up his neck. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure, bro. We believe you,” Ryo teased, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now, what’s the game plan?”

They leaned in, heads close, plotting like wolves around fresh meat. Sion stole another glance across the cafeteria, catching Yushi as he stood to leave with Sungchan and the others. And for just a breath, Sion wondered what it would feel like if Yushi looked at him that way again.

But then the moment passed.

“Alright,” Sion drawled cockily, “let’s fucking do this.”

And just like that, the trap was set, and whether he’d admit it or not, Sion felt something under the bravado. Something unspecified.

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A few days later, lunch break rolled around, and the stage was set: the second boys’ restroom on the 3rd floor - way out at the far end, where barely anyone bothered to go. And of course, that’s precisely why Yushi went there every time: fewer people, less bullshit.

But today? Today was different. Sion and his crew had cooked up a plan. Four hallways led to that lonely restroom, so the boys each posted up, throwing out half-baked excuses to anyone trying to pass.

“Bro, toilet’s fucked!”

“Maintenance.”

“Trust me, someone dropped something nuclear in there.”

And it worked. Because, let’s be real, no one wants to see or smell any of that.

Inside, Sion waited. Leaning obscurely against a tile wall, in his typical smug, confident bravado, yet his heart banged like drums. Funny, right? The great Sion, nervous about cornering one scrawny kid.

Then Yushi walked in. Peed. Washed his hands, dried them on a cheap paper towel, and finally noticed him.

“Can I help you?” Yushi asked. Calm.

“Matter of fact, you can,” Sion retorted, intentionally coming off grim. He pushed off the wall, closing the space.

Yushi swiveled, and for a second, their faces almost touched. Close enough that Sion caught the faint scent of Yushi’s cologne, citrusy and oddly sweet. It knocked him sideways in a way he’d never acknowledge.

“Who would've thought an angelic face like yours is the reason why my hatred hit a record high?” Sion muttered, his eyes scanning every tiny detail: the small freckle near Yushi’s jaw, the faint shadow cast by his long lashes. It pissed him off how pretty the kid actually was.

Yushi’s brows pinched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said flatly, shoving Sion back.

But before Yushi could step away, Sion’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around that slim wrist, pulling him back.

“What kind of hocus pocus are you doing to make Sungchan smarter? Huh? What’s your secret?” Sion demanded, half in anger, half in curiosity.

Yushi didn’t say a word. His silence felt like a slap. Sion’s grip grew firmer. “I said, tell me, you little faggot.” The insult fell out like poison. Rumors did say Yushi fancies dudes, or at least that's what Ryo told him.

Sion expected fear. Hell, everyone else would've cracked by now. But Yushi’s expression shifted instead - like a mask falling away - and something eerie slid into place. A quiet sort of confidence that made Sion’s pulse falter.

“Oh, it must kill you, knowing my stepbrother is kicking your ass,” Yushi sniggered coldly.

Sion’s pupils dilated. Rage simmered under his skin.

“It must chew you up knowing he's winning,” Yushi went on, stepping closer, his gaze locked on Sion’s. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

“Watch it,” Sion ground out, jaw so tight it hurt.

But Yushi kept going, phrases dripping like acid. “It must be so hard,” he taunts, nose grazing Sion’s, “knowing you were on top for such a short while… Only for your sworn enemy to outdo you.”

Every word twisted the knife deeper.

Then Yushi leaned in fully, their noses pressing, his breath dusting Sion’s lips. “Admit it, wonder boy. You’re yesterday’s news. All anyone will remember you as is second best - the pathetic guy who was beaten by Sungchan.”

The mocking spark in Yushi’s tone broke something inside Sion.

Without thinking, he dragged Yushi across the restroom. Yushi stumbled, smacking Sion’s arm, and yelled, “What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Let go!”

But Sion was taller, stronger. Fueled by anger, pride, and that weird thing he has been dismissing, he shoved Yushi into the far cubicle. The door slammed shut behind them, resonating in the empty lavatory.

*Click*

Sion rotated the lock, grabbed a fistful of Yushi’s soft hair, tugging his head back until they were cheek to cheek, Sion’s lips brushing his skin. “I tried to talk sense into you,” he hissed, dangerously. “But it seems you’re just as insufferable as your dumb stepbrother.”

Yushi’s laugh was rude, callous, and almost amused. “Oh, you don’t scare me,” he sneered. “Sungchan is a far better man than you’ll ever be. Better at sports, better with girls, better style, drives a newer Porsche, and…” His expression became more menacing. “... Has a bigger dick than you!”

“A bigger dick, huh? Fucking faggot. You brought this on yourself,” Sion spat. Infuriated.

He forced Yushi to his knees, ignoring how the grimy floor stained the kid’s perfectly pressed pants. Yushi fought back, trying to stand, but Sion pushed him down again, palm slapping on his cheek hard enough to leave it red and throbbing.

“Stay put!” Sion barked, hurrying to unbuckle his belt, breath ragged. “I’ll show you who has the bigger dick, stupid fucking homo!”

But instead of unease, Yushi lifted his eyes, shining - part lust, part challenge. He rubbed the bruise on his cheek, smirking. “Tch. All talk. Show me.”

And fuck, Sion’s heart stuttered, heat roaring in his veins. Annoyance, want, shame, ego - tangled into an erotic concoction.

For the first time in a long time, he felt both terrified by the uncertainty and alive at the unexplored.

 

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Inside the boys' lavatory cubicle, stained tiles, floor sticky with God-knows-what.

Thwack.

“Open that fucking mouth,” Sion slaps Yushi’s face with his soft cock, heavy even when limp, leaving a smear of pre and a faint sting on Yushi’s cheek.

Rumors were true. Sion was hung. Yushi had to wonder if it’d beat Sungchan when hard - but he wasn’t sure. Not yet.

“Make me,” Yushi shot back. Cold.

Sion’s lip curled. "Fuck-toys shouldn't talk. They just shut the hell up and comply," Another slap, harder, made Yushi’s head whip sideways.

"I ain't anyone's fuck toy," Yushi answered with a similar impassive tone.

"We shall see about that," Sion’s thumb hooked into his mouth, prying it open. “... I said, open the fuck up, dumb bitch, and suck this fucking dick,” he reiterates, like it pissed him off to even say it.

And just like that, Sion crammed his flaccid weight into Yushi’s mouth, muffling every breath.

“Stop acting like you don’t like it,” Sion sneered, grabbing a fistful of Yushi’s hair, pulling just enough to burn his scalp. “Faggots like you dream of shit like this.”

Yushi's heart was thumping stupid-fast. He wanted to spit something back - a cruel remark, or two - but Sion’s dick crowded out the words, pressing heavy on his tongue, so thick that even breathing felt like a chore.

When Yushi still didn’t yield, Sion emphasized. “I said suck. Or do you want me to bash your head on this toilet seat instead? Better decide soon, ‘cause I’m losing my fucking patience!”

It was humiliating. Fucked up. Hot. All weaved into one messed-up knot low in Yushi’s stomach.

Slowly, stubbornly, he caved - lips sealing around Sion's tip, tongue pressing flat, starting a slow pull. Just to see. Just to taste.

“That’s right,” Sion chuckled, relishing how his meat tugged backwards each time Yushi pulled away. “This is what all you dumb queers are good for. On your knees, sucking cock.”

The words cut, still, Yushi locked eyes with him, continuing to guzzle, slowly. And Sion’s smirk, that smug, shit-eating grin, cracked for the first time.

Because Yushi got to work.

Mouth hot and hungry, suctioning to and fro, tongue swirling around that thickening length. Drivels of spit drip off Yushi’s mouth, his lashes wet with tears as Sion grows, longer, heavier, stretching in his windpipe.

The bravado drained from Sion’s face, pupils blown, breath stuttering. His laughter faded, dying into a shrill gasp. “Ooh, fuck,” Sion respired, the word slipping out before he could catch it.

Yushi hummed low, letting the sound vibrate through Sion’s expanding flesh. He kept sucking harder, meaner, almost punishing - liking how Sion’s hips jerked despite himself.

"Nghh, aghh," Sion winced, though the heat on his face was unmistakable. His dick pulsed perpetually, leaking a steady flow of precum that Yushi drank in greed.

Yushi carried on expertly sucking, licking, and sniffing Sion's earthy pubic musk, uncaring of how much spit there was as he worshipped that hefty organ more and more.

Sion couldn’t hold back, not anymore. He began unbuttoning his school polo with one hand - once open, he lifted the dampened tank top underneath, baring cut abs oiled with tension.

Yushi moaned around him, eyes darting to the hard lines of muscle, the faint sheen of sweat, the spasm of Sion’s stomach each time Yushi’s tongue brushed the underside of his shaft.

The air was stench with the smell of teenage odor.

Cheeks hollowed, his tongue traced every vein as Sion’s cock swelled bigger, harder, demanding space into his gullet. "Mmmff, mmhh," A fresh tear slipped from the corner of Yushi’s eye, but he didn’t slow. Sion’s involuntary moans fueled him.

The stupid, harsh words Sion started with had dissolved into a series of low, shaky groans. His hand tightened in Yushi’s hair, not to shove him away, but to keep him there.

The whole thing felt wrong. Yet neither of them wanted to stop.

And Sion, who’d walked in so sure of himself, so ready to humiliate the “faggot,” was now biting back curses, shirt open, six-pack flexing helplessly every time Yushi’s mouth pulled another robust twitch from his cock.

Gurgling sounds slop from Yushi, spit dribbling to his neck. He keeps eye contact even as he pops Sion’s dick out, tongue toying lower, licking from heavy balls up to the blunt, swollen tip that won’t stop leaking precum.

Yushi’s mind races, confirming that Sion surpasses Sungchan in length by a hair. Still, Sion feels stockier. Solid. And he liked that. He liked that - a lot.

“Lookie here,” Yushi taunts, half-breathless, half-mocking. “So fucking hard. Didn’t think a straight guy could get this turned on by a 'fag.'” His spit-shiny lips rise into a smirk, breath hot against the scarlet phallus.

Sion opens his mouth, ready to snap something back, pride rising, shame building in his gut, but Yushi cuts him off before the words come by scooping the precum-glistening tip with his tongue and gobbles it back into his mouth, sucking twice as hard this time.

Schlop. Schlop.

“Shit~ahh, f-fuck…” Sion bunches his tank top over his erect nipples, as beads of sweat cruise down the grooves of his sculpted abdomen and catch in the waistband of his uniform pants, all while streamlets of precum pool on Yushi’s tongue, making his chest tighten.

Yushi drinks it all up. Sion looked ridiculously hot, like this. Prompting his throat to squeeze so tight, Sion’s knees buckle.

Sion tries to cling to the last strands of his dignity, his anger, anything - at the instant Yushi satirizes, “Burns, huh? Getting this aroused from a gay man."

“Sh-Shut the fuck up,” Sion manages to say, the words forced through clenched teeth. “Doesn’t even feel that g-good~ahh,” His voice breaks, and the lie shatters with it.

Because it does.

It feels so fucking good, it’s killing him.

Yushi doesn’t give him the chance to finish. He dives back in, sucking like it’s the only thing that matters, tongue coiling around the rubbery crown, hand massaging the base and nut sack, amassing a maddening stimulus.

Sion’s head tips back, sweat dripping from his jaw to stain his shirt. His breath becomes uneven, lashes fluttering. The fight drains out of him.

And then instinct takes over.

Sion bends his knees, finds the angle, and fucks Yushi’s face. Hard. Fast. No finesse. Just desperate, hips snapping, balls hitting on the younger's chin as spit and precum splatter down to his nuts to the dingy floor.

Yushi chokes on his dick, tears streaking down flushed cheeks, palms flat on Sion’s groin to steady himself, but he doesn’t stop. He takes it. Wants it.

The sounds they made are straight-up pornographic. "Shit, shit, oh, fuck, unghh!" Sion’s curses are uncontrolled. Stumbling out like word vomit.

His hips jerk, ramming in deep, Yushi’s throat clutching hard around him. It was all too overwhelming.

And even if he tried to stop it, he couldn't.  

He realizes, mid-blowjob, while Yushi’s warm tongue glides over his slit, nasty and shameless - this is what he’s been chasing all along. None of the girls he has hooked up with ever made his brain blank out like this.

"Oooh, fuck, fuck !" Sion yells, bangs his head on the wall, and cums.

Hot, viscous spurts fill Yushi’s mouth, some spilling out the corners, running messily down Sion’s length to his low-hanging balls, falling onto the tiles below.

Sion huffs and puffs. Jolting at the sunset of his release.

It's over... Or so he thought.

Because Yushi didn't fucking stop.

Even as Sion shudders, skin buzzing with aftershocks, Yushi kept going - hand milking the pulsing appendage, mouth still bobbing, tongue slurping the gaping slit for every drop.

“Wha— what the fuck are you-” Sion’s thighs were trembling, another orgasm threatening to build too soon. How is it even possible?

Yushi’s eyes glisten, tear tracks on his face, beautiful in the worst, most fucked-up way. He pulls back only enough to let Sion see the smirk across his swollen lips, then sinks back down, slobbering on two-thirds of Sion's huge cock~ "Urkkk, urkkk."

"Oh, God, fuckkk," Sion cried in desperation, as Yushi continued devouring him like rent was due. His fingers scrambled at Yushi’s hair, trying to yank him off, but it was futile - Sion barely had any strength left. He’d just dumped the hardest load of his life, still recovering from it. Yet, here he was, humiliatingly chubbing up again.

“Stop, stop, fuck~please,” he whimpered, chest heaving, face red. But Yushi didn’t give a shit. His lips stayed clamped around Sion’s sensitive shaft, tongue rolling, hand pinning Sion’s hip so he couldn’t escape even if he’d had the strength to contest.

“Fuck, Yushi, I~can’t, it hurts, good God,” The words broke off in a shaky gasp.

And as expected, Yushi did not give a damn. Cheeks hollowing further, spit and leftover cum spilling down his chin in sticky ropes. The wet, sloppy fellatio sound clamored in the tiny cubicle, almost louder than Sion’s erotic moans. Almost.

Sion tried to look away, but his gaze kept snapping back to Yushi’s cock-sucking face, eyes twinkling with triumph - this lewd view made his dick tic quicker, betrayal humming under his skin.

"I bet no woman made you feel this way.” Lips ghosted over the spooge sodden tip before Yushi lapped on the side and swallowed it whole with expert ease.

“No, no, this can’t be~I 'm~I'm not even en-enjoying this,” Sion mumbled, breath faltering as Yushi’s other hand palmed over his flexing abs, grazing down his happy trail, then curled intimately around the damp base, squeezing. His cock pulsed, veins standing out, angry and thick.

Yushi gives him that keep-lying-to-yourself look, speeding up, moaning throughout, the vibration ripping a broken sound from Sion.

Gawk.

Gawk.

Gawk.

And then it hit harder than the first, causing him to grunt out loud. “Fuck, Y-Yushi, oh fuck, oh fuckkk—” Sion shouted, unloading hot into Yushi’s mouth again. His whole frame shuddered as Yushi ingested his seed, more of it slopping out the sides of his lips, trickling down to coat Sion’s swaying balls, thighs, the floor, everything.

"Goddamn," Sion sags back against the grimy tiles, lungs fuming, heart hammering like it might punch through his ribs. But the worst part - the part that highlighted the indignity - was that his dick wouldn’t fucking go down. Still jolting, still stiff, as if it didn’t care that his brain was screaming stop.

And Yushi fucking knew. God, he knew.

“You taste so good, hyung," Yushi lazily pulls back with a wet pop. "... Especially for a man whore,” Spit and multiple cum strings connected his lips and Sion’s still-spewing tip. His eyes flicked up, amused. Like he’d won.

Sion couldn’t answer. Recuperating, arms dropping uselessly to his sides.

Yushi didn’t stop, either. Slowed, yeah - but his mouth kept teasing, tongue tracing every swollen vein, lips wrapping around the cockhead, exhaling hot before descending halfway down. Sion felt the pang in his gut, the slow, traitorous stir of heat boiling.

“Why… why are you doing this?” Sion rasped, words caught in the back of his throat.

“Because I can,” Yushi replied, casual, confident, fingers skimming back down Sion’s happy trail, gripping the base once more to keep his dick upright. “... And because you fucking want it.”

Sion wants to deny it. But had no words. All he felt was agitation and an intense, undeniable surge of lust.

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Then — voices. Loud, clamoring outside the cubicle. A group of guys coming in, talking about Sungchan beating Sion in track, math, and how he even bagged Sion’s model girlfriend, Bianca.

Rage flared in Sion’s chest. He wanted to burst out of that cubicle and tear them to shreds.

But then he felt it: Yushi’s free hand closing low on his dick. Sion glanced down, eyes wide, horrified - just as Yushi’s pace picked up, mouth sliding shrewd and fast, coupled with both hands twisting and milking his overworked cock.

From this angle, he could see how small Yushi's soft hands were compared to his massive, veiny cock. And that image added fuel to the fire.

Sion bit his knuckle, suppressing a budding groan. Yushi’s eyes were half-lidded, his hair clinging to his forehead, looking debauched and ravenous all at once.

Outside, the boys kept talking.

Inside, Sion’s world shrank to eros and spit - the way Yushi felt, the sinful sound of wet suction, the numbing sting of overstimulation that rapidly tipped over into sick pleasure.

Tears pricked at Sion’s eyes. His hips flinched time and again, hand curling tight in Yushi’s hair, fighting the urge to set his moans free.

It's official. Yushi, his rival's stepbrother, was leagues better than all the women that gave him head combined. Yushi sucked him like he had something to prove - like he owned him.

And Sion was afraid that THAT may be the case now. That his dick won't respond to anyone else after this. He bites on his knuckle harder, hoping to God no one outside could hear how wrecked he sounded.

After all, he still has a reputation to maintain.

Lo and behold, they hear one of the guys say,

🗣️ “Hey, dudes, do you all hear that? It’s like someone’s fucking in here.”

Another guy shushes the others,

🗣️ “Shh, shh, where’s it coming from?”

That’s when Yushi’s nose presses deeper into Sion’s sweaty pubes, breathing in the pungent, musky aroma. His neck bulges around Sion’s girth, squeezing tight.  "Nghhh, oh, baby,~" Sion’s hunched over him, fingers clutching Yushi’s head, shaking. His dick feels like it might melt; it’s so painfully hard at this point.

The danger - the risk of being discovered like this, balls deep in some mucky blowjob - makes it worse. Or better. Fuck if he knows.

Outside, one of the guys laughs.

🗣️ “Nah, must be the wind or something.”

Sion barely hears them. His vision’s tunneling. Stuck between self-abomination and this simmering need. Yushi’s mouth keeps him buried deep, every swallow pulling Sion closer to losing it again.

He prays that Yushi senses his fragile, edged condition and not move.

That seems to be the case, as Yushi kept still for a moment.

🕭 The lunchtime bell rings. Saving them. 🕭

Chatters and footsteps scramble away, fading down the hall — and as they did, Yushi went fucking feral. Hands wrap around Sion’s spit-and-cum greased cock, wrenching, jerking rough and fast, mouth sucking so hard it echoes.

“Yu-Yush~iii, ahh, fuck, hold on, some-someone else c-coming…” Sion hushes out a whimper, trying to stay quiet because new footsteps are closing in now.

Then a familiar voice clips through the haze.

🗣️ “Hey, bud, the bell already rang.”

It's Jaehee. Fuck.

🗣️ “Yeah, man, let’s go,” Ryo says. "And sorry, we failed to stop those guys. They passed through the unguarded hall."

But those raunchy, oral sex noises keep pouring from the stall.

🗣️ “Sion? You good?” Riku said, soft but worried.

“Yeah, ahh, shit, I~I'm fine, just go-leave us,” Sion hisses through his teeth, trying to sound normal. But comes out like a choked, breathless moan. The outpour of precum is becoming denser.

🗣️ Then Jaehee harrumphed, “You heard him. Let’s go.”

🗣️ “We’ll see you later, dude,” Ryo adds, already halfway out.

🗣️ “Enjoy, brah,” Riku throws in, heckling just because he can.

The door creaks shut behind them.

And Sion just loses it.

 

He's been holding on for so long that his third orgasm hits immediately, only a few spurts this time, but it feels like it rips straight from his spine.

And to add to the obscenity of it, Yushi slowly inches away, as Sion ejaculates, cum spraying onto his lolled tongue, while he taps and rubs the mushroom head across his cheek, smudging himself with it, still callously pumping the throbbing cock with stacked hands.

Doused in sweat, Sion purrs weakly, "You sucked the soul out of me, you motherfucker," his knees are shaking so badly that he nearly collapses.

"Glad I did," Yushi pants out, lapping up Sion’s leaking tip and dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit while jizz erupts from it. “Wouldn’t have expected your milk to taste this good, hyung.”

Sion hisses, a sound between a laugh and a feeble groan, eyes closed, leaning back into the cracked tiles, trying to breathe. But his heart won’t slow down.

Then — the quiet snap of a belt.

Followed by a slick sound of something being 'uncorked.'

Sion blinks, still woozy, and sees a butt plug coated with lube on the toilet's tank. His eyes then flit to Yushi, who is now turned around, fanning that perfect, round ass, hole glistening pink. Sion’s dick twitches in interest, half-soft but still aching to be used.

“If you cum one more time,” Yushi ominously says, “then you’re tied with my stepbrother.”

A brief pause.

“Wait—what?” Sion exclaims.

Yushi glances back over his shoulder, eyes dark. “Sungchan. That’s our deal. I tutor him in math… and he fucks me. But only if he does it right.”

Sion’s mouth drops open. “Are you fucking serious? No way you're fucking your stepbrother!"

“Mhm. I am.” Yushi pumps and aligns Sion’s still slick, hefty length to his hole, letting the tip kiss the rosy pucker. “At school, he acts untouchable. At home? He’s just my dumb, needy human dildo.”

Sion can’t process it - Sungchan, his proud and dominant enemy, getting used like that?

“You wanna beat him, right?” Yushi slurs, his tone cockier, a wicked little grin spreading. “Then fuck me better than he ever could!”

And before Sion can answer, Yushi impales himself on his dick, inch by aching inch. Hole-squelching as he goes. Sion’s breath catches for each added inch, hands seizing Yushi’s hips on instinct. The hairless rim stretches around him, snug and obscene, making them both moan aloud.

“Fuck… S'tight, so fucking tight, ahh, Y-Yushi...” Sion keens, his pride's on the line, as his harassed dick, ever-so-slowly, stiffens to full mast again, against every fucking rule of nature. He’s in it deep now (pun intended). And fuck it - he wants to see if he can outdo Sungchan. Wants to ruin Yushi harder, better.

Eyes locked on the place they’re joined, jaw clenched, Sion shoves the thought of guilt aside.

Hetero, Homo, Bi, or Pan.

Whatever the case may be.

He’s gonna fuck him.

 

And perhaps, in this screwed up way, he could win.

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It was a rough start.

Still jammed together in that grimy cubicle. Sion's back was mashed against the wall behind him, hands locked on Yushi's waist, trying to keep him in place, since Yushi was impatiently attempting to impale himself on more inches, loving the stretch, and how his rim stung from Sion's girth.

Sion had no choice but to give in. What else could he do? So, he shoves in, whimpering as he does.

His thrusts? All kinds of fucked up. Clumsy, uneven, driven by nothing but stubborn spite and a need to win. Win over Sungchan.

Sion quivered, sweating bullets, taking his time, focusing hard on where they obscenely connected - the sluggish, messy slide of his drool-soaked length. Becoming more wet with ass juice as it slid in and out.

Yushi had already made him cum three times in a row. Yet somehow, his cock still refused to soften, twitching every time Yushi moaned and squeezed.

He told himself it wasn't gay. Convinced that this was about beating Sungchan. But holy shitballs, being inside Yushi felt SO MUCH better than anything he'd had with girls - something he won't openly admit.

"Hey, you dozing off back there?" Yushi snapped over his shoulder. Appearing jaded. "Is that all you got? My stepbrother'd be pounding my ass by now. If you can't keep up, just say so. We can call it a day."

That stabbed straight through the haze. It reminded him of WHY he's doing this. Sion's jaw clenched, his nails digging bruises into Yushi's skin, slamming forward, so strong that they both gasped. "Ahhh, fuck~ there it is! There's that stud my stepbrother hates." Yushi let out a loud cry as Sion bottomed out.

"Oh, it's fucking on, bitch! Gonna fuck you better than that asshole ever could!" Sion barked, intentionally gyrating his hips in circles for Yushi to feel the fullness of his impressive size.

"Then do it," Yushi spat back, drool-greased lips curling wickedly. "Stop yapping like a loser, and walk the talk. Fuck me harder than any woman you've slept with. My pussy can take it. Built for it!"

God, that word - pussy - made Sion's scarlet dick tick to aching hardness even through the burn of oversensitivity. He pulled back until just the swollen crown teased Yushi's strained rim - then bashed in, deep. Yushi jolted, a broken sound tumbling from his throat.

"You like that?" Sion panted, his lean muscles spasming from exhaustion. "Is this what faggots like you fantasize about, hmm? To be used like a fucktoy?!"

"YesYesYes!" Yushi's answer tore out, half a scream. "Fuck that cunt, fuck it good!"

Sion did. He thrashed that eager hole with no practiced rhythm, just brutal, earth-rumbling snaps of his hips - the unmistakable sound of skin on wet skin echoing in the empty bathroom.

"Yes~c'mon, you wimp," Yushi yelled into a whimper, "Give it to me. Give me all that dick. Fuck me harder, HARDER!"

Sion fought the ache in his arms and his wobbly, weary legs, shoving deeper, building into a relentless barrage. Hips whipping back and forth at high velocity, as more sweat droplets covered his flexing abs and pecs.

"More, more, MORE!!" Yushi wouldn't shut up, and Sion fucking loved it. For once, he found someone who could take him. ALL of him.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

"Fast-Faster, ahh, h-harder," Yushi choked out, half-laughing, half-choking, palms braced flat against the vandalized divider. "Come on, pound that shit!" Sion's advances did vary due to fatigue, and Yushi just reveled in it: "That it? This is the reason why women fawn over you? Psh. Do you even know how to fuck?"

"Shh-Shut the fuck up," Sion retorted, and before he could rebut, Yushi turned his head, panting hard, hair stuck to sweat-matted temples. "Such a fucking waste," Yushi sneers, observing how Sion would react. "Big dick, zero skill. Sungchan screws me better. Way better than you can!"

That cuts deep - deeper than Sion wants to admit. His gut coils tight, heartbeat pounding in his ears.

"That does it~ you're gonna fucking regret that, you stupid slut!" His fingers knot in Yushi's moist locks, yanking the smaller boy vertically until they're flush - chest against back.

Sion's lips brush Yushi's neck, breath scorching hot on damp skin, pulls (all the way) out, then harpoons back in, in rapid succession that Yushi feels all the air in his lungs expunged, and is forced to rise on his tiptoes from the sheer intensity. Again. And again.

The stall rattles under each punishing slam - the impact resounding louder than the last.

"THIS is what you fucking want?" Sion taunts, right into Yushi's ear. "Treated like a cheap prostitute?!" Yushi moans magnify from the beastly coitus. "Answer me, dammit, answer me!"

"Yeah, YEAH, fuck yeah~this is what I want! You have no fucking idea how good your dick feels right now!" Yushi keens, fucking himself back on Sion's cock. "Oh, shittt, right there, keep going!"

Sion can barely hear himself over the rush of blood in his head, but his declarations pour out anyway. "Yeah? You want this shit? ... Gonna ruin so bad your tight little hole won't close!"

Yushi's answering chuckle is half-crazed, breath faltering around each strike of Sion's hips. "Who would've thought a dumb jock like you could actually fuck," he rasps out, eyes rolling back as another thrust hits deep.

Sion growls low, lips brushing the shell of Yushi's earlobe. "Damn right. I can fuck you leagues better than your precious stepbrother!"

"Sure, you can," Yushi laughs, his intent slipping into a dare. "But can you still fill me up? After cumming three times? Got anything left, big guy?"

For a heartbeat, doubt flashes through the fog of lust - can he?

But then Yushi drops the hammer, divisive and cold: "Sungchan could. Stuffed me so full I dripped for hours. Made me feel like the needy cumwhore I am."

Whether that was the truth or a big fat lie, it did the trick.

Sion felt his dick kick, thickening inside Yushi's lubricated walls. A harsh groan rips from his throat, rugged and surprised.

"Really? Well, I'll fill you up even more than he ever could," Sion snarls and seizes Yushi's neck, strangling him from behind. "Breed you so hard you'll not just leak, but fucking limp for a week. Have everyone know you're mine!"

"Go ahead, then," Yushi spits, battling suffocation through an amused grin. "Rip that cunt to shreds!!"

In full-blown urgency, Sion's hips stutter into short, lethal jabs. Every nerve in his system is screaming, every ripped muscle taut. With each crack, his cock jerks, tormented, overstimulated but refusing to back down. The rush builds fast in his gut - "Oh God, oh my fucking God!" It shouldn't be possible, not after three times.

But then his body locks up. Wheezing. Cock pulsating so intensely it hurts.

"Jesus Christ~ I'm gonna nut! F-Fucking take it, take all this shit, you whore!" Sion exclaims, forehead pressed against Yushi's shoulder blade. Two, three, four dominating slaps, and the dam breaks. His massive phallus jumps, then spills, hot and copious, again and again till it leaks out around his spearing length, bathing his pubes with gobs of semen.

"Ah~ahh, fuck~yes, give me that fucking load! Keep cumming inside me, breed that pussy," Yushi's cries dissolve into titillating moans. Surprised by the volume that Sion still managed to produce, as his stiff dick bobbled, leaking precum nonstop.

Sion's torso heaves against Yushi's backside. He was trembling, sweating profusely - arms wrap snuggly around Yushi's ribs, holding them both upright as the aftershocks wreck him.

Unholy thoughts flood his perplexed brain - how Yushi just sucked the life out of him, into the best climax he has ever experienced from oral sex, just minutes ago, and now? Now he’s topping it off by making Sion blow the hardest load of his damn life, buried balls-deep in that tight, sinful little pucker.

"I knew you had it in you," Yushi sarcastically notes, still shivery but sly, "Such a trooper," he adds, almost teasing, almost soft.

Sion's pulse skips. "Am I delusional, or was that… a compliment? From him?"

They stay there.

Sion's meat, wedged in deep.

Catching their breath.

As streams of cum slowly drip down Yushi's supple thighs.

Then Yushi tilts his head back, cheek brushing Sion's sweaty jaw, eyes gleaming maliciously. "Good job, Mr. Oh," he respires, smiling with purpose.

"... You're now at par with my stepbrother."

At par.

No. Sion doesn't like that.

Not. One. Bit.

Then Yushi's smirk returns, noticing the clear annoyance on Sion's worn-out face.

"Want to prove you're... Better ?"

Sion swallows hard, at a standstill. His body feels wrung out, dick twitching weakly inside the too-tight heat. He's past empty. And they both know it.

But Yushi's dark orbs hold him there. Daring. Smiling. Cruel and sweet all at once. Confident that Sion won't say no.

.˚○•

It was a no-brainer, Sion’s fucked out. Teenage balls depleted—four times in.

So he decided to do the rational thing and take a breather, slumping down on the grimy toilet seat, the thud audible and graceless. Manspreading. Dick twitching, doused in cum, and whatever else they’ve mixed together.

The air reeks of cheap disinfectant and the flagrant odor of Sion's semen. 

And there’s Yushi, standing over him. Shirt bunched under his ribs, waist down naked, boner leaking, pink at the cheeks, looking oh, so angelic on the outside, but downright wicked within - like he knows exactly what Sion’s become.

And poor, confused, hetero-Sion can’t look away, captivated by Yushi's lithe physique. Part of him wants to say: I’m done. Let's stop. But a larger part was 'curious' to see what would come next.

He didn't have to wonder any longer. Yushi steps closer, straddling him, palms the oversensitive meat, drawing a hiss from Sion, as his thumb brushes the fat head, spreading its creamy fluids around the crown.

Sion jolts, grabbing the sides of the toilet to keep from buckling. Eyes telepathically begging Yushi for respite.

Yushi smirks down at him, gloating over this once-proud man's weakened state, and says: “Show me you’re better than my stepbrother,” he murmurs, hips hovering, that open hole glistening. “And I might just reward you.”

An enticing offer, but Sion knew he shouldn’t be able to cum again. What is there left to give? His balls feel hollow, his nerves ablaze. Yet, that same trinket of hope in 'surpassing Sungchan' just overshadows all his incapacities.

So he doesn’t fight when Yushi lines himself up. Doesn’t even breathe. Just watches when that ruined pucker sinks onto him, inch by agonizing inch. Both of them groan when the meaty glans pops in. Sion’s coherence shuts down for a second as the heat clamps around his shaft. *Schlkk* It’s still too tight, too wet, too hot.

He could literally feel the remnants of his fourth release coating his sliding length, which made the glide smoother but still very taxing for Yushi, given Sion's immense size.

“Ngghh… Fuck, such a big dick…” Yushi mumbles, eyes fluttering half-shut, sweat cruising down his neck to his white uniform. Engrossed with how fast the supposedly drained appendage hardens in his narrow rectum. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he purrs, aware of Sion's predatory gaze.

Sion, who was dissolutely unaware, was studying every square inch of Yushi's beauty as if he were hypnotized.

His interest piques as Yushi’s tiny hole widens, endeavoring to welcome more of him. Then he sees it: the faint outline of his cockhead bulge against Yushi’s lower belly. God, that image almost made him nut again, if only he could.

Sion's hands find Yushi’s hips, fingers digging in just to feel the realness of this merger, guiding him down. Each added inch squelches - molten and dirty. Yushi can't help but cuss, for every thick centimeter that plunged deeper, “Shit~ahh, your cock feels so much bigger… Nghh, d-don’t move. Just… let me... fuck.”

It takes a whole breathless minute for Yushi’s quivering ass to finally meet Sion’s thighs, flush and fully seated.

“Jesus, can’t believe how damn fast your cunt grips back,” Sion mutters, tinged with awe and hunger.

Yushi breathes out a trembly laugh, still relishing the stretch. “It's a gift. I bounce back quickly after a good pounding,” then suddenly lifts himself halfway off, legs unsteady, before dropping down again, swallowing Sion to the root in one ruthless, glorious slam.

*Thwack*

They moan loudly in unison, resonating in the grungy stall.

Sion feels his cock thump, severely sensitive, but forging ahead despite everything. He doesn’t know how it’s possible that he could remain brazenly erect. Doesn’t care. Every rational thought sizzles off the moment Yushi starts to grind down, hips rolling slow, churning him deep inside that wet bussy.

His breathing becomes erratic as Yushi gyrates, pussy strangling his raw, overused dick, the outline on that flat belly shifting with every move.

“Nghh, fuck,” Sion groans, leaning back, just surveying, wanting. And somehow, in his discomfort, he was able to say, “I swear… Your insides are gonna remember my shape. Make any other bastard who'd fuck you feel inadequate!”

“Yeah?” Yushi huffs out a chuckle, hips spinning faster. “Then do it. Fuck me till they do. Fuck me till no one else even comes close. Fuck me, Sion-ah~ FUCK-ME!!”

And for a brief instant, Sion forgets the exhaustion, the ache in every bone. The only thing that stood out was the fact that Yushi was above him, his rival's sexy stepbrother, eager, perfect, and willing to be ravaged.

However, he was immediately hauled out of daze when—

“Tell me. How does it feel?” Yushi's smaller hand wraps around Sion’s bigger one, ushering it down until their palms both press atop that prominent bulge, jutting up from his lower belly. “Seeing how fucking BIG you are inside me."

Woof. Sion may have just short-circuited from that. Even for a hetero, this explicit picture of his cockhead swelling out was ridiculously hot. Though he’s seen something like this before - glimpses with girls, but never dared to touch. Not this intimate.

“Fuck Yushi~ it feels so damn good,” hips jerking without meaning to. “You're fucking made to be bred, baby,” Sion grits, his big hands slipping under the back of Yushi’s damp polo, palms mapping his delicious curves, to the dip of his spine until they cup and spread those perky ass-cheeks wider, feeling the rim clench harder.

Yushi takes that as his cue and starts moving. Slow for a good 30 seconds, just so he could feel Sion's incredible size, and cock veins scrape his guts - then he went faster and faster. Ass cheeks clapping, bouncing at max speed.

"Nothing beats being raw-dogged by a massive cock," Yushi thought as he recoiled high and slammed back down, mingling with Sion's brash moans until that climactic knot stirred within Sion, all while Yushi's puffy hole continued to milk him.

“You like that lil' pussy?” Yushi mewls, words tumbling between pitchy moans. “Bet you can’t even think straight when my cunt's choking your fat cock, huh?”

Sion can’t stop staring. Only a hairsbreadth away. Eyeing Yushi’s ethereal face contorting in pleasure, from his jaw, mouth slack, and glazed eyes.

He’s not gay. Right? But Goddamn, the way Yushi looks grinding hard on him - so tight, so alluring- makes every chick he’s ever slept with feel like a forgotten memory.

Call it toxic masculinity or a sexual crisis. Whatever the case, Sion had to consistently tell his brain that he's not gay. While a hot twink jounces on his dick. The irony.

Not realizing that in the height of his disheveled, irrepressible desire, the mantra broke out— “I’m not gay,” Sion hears himself murmur.

Yushi laughs, a breathy, broken thing, lips curling around another moan. “Sure you’re not,” he teases, sweat-stuck bangs falling in his eyes. "Keep telling yourself that ." Then he leans in, mouth brushing Sion’s. And they kiss. Really kiss. Open-mouthed. Tasting sweat, precum, and something bitter and human.

Their hips moved in sync even as they made out like starving animals. Yushi rode him quicker, then slower, rubbing hard in circles that had Sion question all his hetero beliefs. Every twist squeezes him harder, pushes him closer to the edge he thought he’d already fallen over.

They're kissing like maniacs at this point. Tongues dancing. Spit seeping. Moans shamelessly building.

Sion’s hands stay on Yushi’s hips, steering him up and down for a deeper penetration. His rigid length palpitates to a greater degree, balls drawn painfully tense, but it’s not the same mindless rutting anymore - it’s personal and weirdly tender at the same time.

“Bloody hell, you have the tightest, fucking ass,” Sion huffs, voice shaking. “You feel so fucking amazing on my cock, baby… Your puny hole feels leagues better than any real pussy!”

Wait. What did he say?

“I like the sound of that,” Yushi puffs out, tone thin with warmth - and pummels downward repeatedly, hard enough to knock Sion’s breath out in a grunt.

Panting mouth-to-mouth. Sion stares, entranced, as Yushi’s dick bounces against his flexing abs. Even for a bookworm, Yushi had a defined midsection. Whilst Inside, Sion's cock pulses, iron-hard though partly numb, ringed with wads of drying cum and blotched semen.

“Ahh~ahh~are you close?” Sion rasps, eyes locked on Yushi’s fucked-out face. “Gonna cum on my cock, baby girl? Bust all over me?”

“Yeah, m'close, hyung, fuck, fuck, gonna nut all over your huge dick!” Yushi chokes out, enclosed arms grounded on Sion's shoulders, and throws his head back - “H-Holy fuck, fuck, I'm c-cumming~fuuuck!!!”

The first ropes hit Sion’s jaw so hard they splash up to his collarbones. Sion blinks, stunned by how fucking much Yushi came as more jets streaked his cheek, lips, and dripped off his chin to paint the deep ridges of his abs.

“Oh, fuck, look at you,” Sion hisses, tongue gliding over his own mouth, licking up the taste, humming low like he’s savoring it. Making sure Yushi sees when he did.

"Fuck, that's hot," Yushi exclaims, and fists his spewing dick to prolong the ejaculatory sensation.

Pupils blown, mouth parted. Yushi grabs Sion by the neck and kisses him - indelicately, tasting himself on Sion’s tongue, and fuck, Sion’s dick tics violently inside him, a telltale of the inevitable~

“Do it, hyung,” Yushi pants into his mouth, desecrated and hoarse. “Breed me, again. Prove you’re better than Sungchan!”

The words cut through Sion like a hot knife. His cock throbs and throbs some more, balls pulling tight, and before his brain can even catch up, white static explodes behind his eyelids. He unloads what scraps he’s got left: four shaky spurts, buttering up his overly spooge-saturated length, then crescendos to a voiceless moan, tearing free into his first dry orgasm - so brutally manic it feels like he's dying from a high dose of ecstasy.

Sion was a mess. Mind blank, mouth slack as that brain-melting, shriveled release rips through him. And still, Yushi keeps moving, milking every last tremor until Sion’s muscles quake, frail breaths scraping out of him.

He should be finished by now. Should be.

But Yushi won’t let him. He had one last card up his sleeve.

 

Sion feels him pull off, hole dripping, and sees him drop to his knees between Sion’s trembling legs. "Mmmfff," Yushi's mouth encases his strained meat, reeling Sion out of incoherence, sucking so roughly, like he owns it—tongue kneading, swirling swiftly around its veiny girth, lips tight, sloppy, and hungry.

“Wh–what the fuck~Yushi, stop, please, I can't—AHHH!!” Sion protests, but it dies in his throat the moment he feels Yushi’s spooge-lubed fingers pressing at his untouched anus.

“Shh,” Yushi mutters against his cock, vibrating down the shaft to his balls. “One more. Cum for me, hyung. Just one more.”

Sion wants to tell him that it's over. He already came dry. But then those digits push deeper, searching, and fuck - Yushi finds it. His sweet spot. "Sssshhhiiittt," Sion's vision whites out, hips jerking helplessly. His body’s no longer his own.

“Come on, big boy,” Yushi urges, mid-moan, commanding. “Don't overthink. Give in to it. Let it go!"

Fingers punching into his prostate dead-on in vicious succession. *Schlop. Scholp. Schlop.* Sion’s back bows off the toilet seat, chiseled abs tightening, maw ajar in a soundless cry. His horse cock pulses back to iron-hard in Yushi’s mouth, even though he knows there’s nothing left to give.

Every nerve feels like it’s burning alive. Sion's uncoordinated hips fuck the air, chasing that impossible high. His whimpers drown out the upcoming euphoria.

"You're close, I feel it!" Yushi eggs, doubling the speed of his prodding fingers, and surprised Sion by deepthroating him. *Gawk. Gawk* And like a bolt to the blue, IT unexpectedly crashes out of nowhere: another dry orgasm - so extreme, it feels like the world folds in on itself.

No cum, just blinding heat piercing through him. Sion could die a happy man if it ended here...

— But then, final humiliation. Final surrender.

His muscles seize. His bladder gives out. Hot piss discharges like a fountain from his piss slit, squirting in waves on his six-pack, dribbling from Yushi’s face to his fingers that were still plowing in, buried inside—Sion’s face wrenches in a mixture of agony and paramount relief.

“Well, well, I'd never expected such a stud to be a shameless squirter, but here we are,” Yushi half-laughs in filth, half in admiration. “That’s it, tough guy. Let all that golden liquid out!”

It’s obscene beyond belief how Yushi took Sion back into his mouth while he passed fluids. Sion was visibly embarrassed, but was powerless to stop it. Piss overflowing down his length, a pool of it on the floor. As Yushi kept gorging his desensitized erection and poking at his P-spot, so he stayed hard as a rock.

Through the reverie of overstimulation, the diabolical ripples of pleasure felt grand, bigger than any orgasm he’s ever had.

The last thing Sion saw before everything faded was Yushi’s piss-and-sperm-soused tongue still worshipping his spent cock, smiling like it was some trophy he won. At the same time, fingers curled onto his P-spot, coaxing him again until the world finally went black.

 

Chapter Text

It's hard to believe, but Sion was back in class the next day.

Dick-sore, brain-fried, and yeah, he couldn't sit still because he remembered what went down in that grimy-ass cubicle yesterday.

And let's be real - who would forget nutting six times?

Six goddamn times.

Especially at the latter part, where he pissed all over himself. Don't judge. Shit happens when your balls get milked like that, okay?

One of the highlights might have been when Yushi cleaned him up. He recalls it faintly. But the part where he stumbled home, jerking off in his shower, and again in bed this morning to thoughts of Yushi on his knees, worshipping his cock, was vivid.

Yushi messed him up real good. Yes, he did.

And here's the kicker: Sion still likes girls, still swears he's straight.

But nothing, and I mean nothing, could any girl ever have even touched what Yushi did.

Like, how do you come back from that?

Sion was lost in those lingering thoughts, probably sporting a half-chub under his desk, when Yushi walked in and dropped a stack of practice tests and handwritten notes in front of him. Doesn't say shit, just gives him this cool, composed look before leaving.

From then on, this became their norm. Yushi provides him with notes and tutors him privately at his place.

📖

— Oh Residence

"Jeez, how the freak is X = 2?!" Sion annoyingly complains. Yushi deadpanned, but with this tiny, amused grin, explained, "Because you subtracted wrong, dummy."

And Sion? He eats that shit up.

Yep, the same big, smug jock of SM High, melting because the prettiest boy he has ever met calls him dumb with the most charming smile.

And the more time they spend, the worse it gets.

Sion couldn't help but stare at Yushi, not just looking, but blatantly staring at those long eyelashes, cute nose, and that little dent on his lower lip. Then flashes of that "cubicle incident" come back. And yeah, sometimes (or most of the time), Sion gets a hard-on mid-lesson that he has to make an effort to hide it, ensuring it won't pop out through his sweats.

"Focus," Yushi says, stone-faced: "Fail the exam and you're not getting any from me." Shit - that motivated Sion to study harder. He won't say it out loud, or shout it from rooftops, but he's smitten. Head over heels, smitten.

I mean, he still keeps up the act, particularly in school. Mr. Straight, Mr. Too Cool, Mr. Heartbreaker. But inside? He was a goner.

Jaehee, Ryo, and Riku started noticing.

"Bro, no fucking way, you got a higher score than Sungchan in math this week!" Jaehee blurts, mouth full of burrito.

"I guess, Yushi's tutoring is super effective, ey?" Ryo injects.

"Or maybe," Riku leers, grinning, "Sion's getting a different kind of tutoring!" They all laugh. "Spill the dirty details, bro!"

Sion tries to keep his cocky expression, "Fellas, fellas. I don't kiss and tell." he chuckles, fighting the blush.

"C'mon, dude, just a hint!" Jaehee nudges Sion with his elbow. "You know we only live off the crumbs you throw at us." The laughter simmers.

"Yeah, Jaehee's right," Ryo chimes in. "Just one little thing, just to get us by."

Seeing Sion indulge, Ryo asks, "Tell us. How many times did you have to rail Yushi to get him to tutor you?"

"Alright," Sion says, "Truth is. It was just that one time. That's all it took."

Ryo nearly choked on his Chilsung Cider, "ONE TIME?!"

"Yeah," Sion shrugs, "guess I'm THAT good."

They all hoot. Ryo's laughing so maniacally that he can hardly breathe. "Bro, you won, you broke him! That's why you're top dog, my guy."

Sion just smiles, but deep within, all he can think of is: "God. I hope I pass these exams so I can get with Yushi again."

Funny how life gets. Not too long ago, Sion didn't care for Yushi. His only motive is to use him to gain the upper hand against Sungchan. But now. He wants Yushi to ruin him. Maybe?

It's late. The room was dim, illuminated only by Sion's desk lamp, papers everywhere, a few energy drinks on the table, and opposite him was Yushi, wearing those sinful short-shorts, flawless legs folded under his perky ass. Pen in hand, Sion was examining his notes, but was honestly just eyeing Yushi.

"Um, hey," Sion hesitantly mumbles. Yushi hums, but doesn't look. "Are you gonna tell Sungchan about, uh... You know. Us?"

Yushi didn't even bother to raise his head. Cool as ever, and replies. "He already knows."

"Wait, what?!" Sion was taken aback. While he was reluctant to tell his friends, Yushi seemed to find it easy to share with Sungchan. "H-He does?"

"Yeah," Yushi continues, like he's just talking about the weather. "My stepbrother knows. Always did."

Sion tosses the pen down, tips forward in interest. Tense. "And? That's it? He just... What? Accepted it?

Yushi stops writing, finally looks at him, then, with no drama, calmly notes: “I’m a simple person, Sion. Whoever satisfies me the most? That’s who I stay with. Sungchan knows that by heart.”

Okay. Sion's gut drops.

"Hang on. Do you still let Sungchan fuck you? Do you still let him~ try?"

“Mm-hmm,” Yushi crawls over and, while checking Sion's notes, states. "Don't get your panties bunched up. He can only cum two to four times, max. Your record at six is still unbeaten."

"Tch. Damn right." Sion regains his ego.

After Yushi puts a check mark on all his trial equations, he gapes dead serious into Sion's eyes, and adds: “But once my stepbrother, or anyone, beats your record, we’re done. Let me make that clear.”

Sion shuts up, swallows the brag.

A brief pause.

“Noted.” Then, slowly, he slides his hand around the back of Yushi’s neck, pulling him in close till they’re breathing each other in. “But till then? You’re fucking mine.”

Yushi’s lips curl. “We’ll see,” and closes the gap, sealing Sion's lips with his own. The exchange began almost gently, but the softness quickly rots away into a needy, and filthy makeout.

Tongues tangle, teeth clash. Sion breath shudders, dick's already half out of his sweats, aching against his abs, right as Yushi thumbs the swollen tip, smearing the beads of precum over the slit in lazy circles for a good minute. Sion's hips buck into it, discharging profusely, staining his shirt and grey pants.

"Mmm, fuck," Sion coos, so close to the edge when Yushi pulls back. Their lips part with a slimy string of spit. Yushi's countenance goes stone-faced, stoic as a marble:

"Nah-uh. Remember our deal - beat Sungchan's scores in the exams first," Yushi emphasizes, while his thumb slowly swipes across Sion's dripping slit. Earning a moan from the older. "... Then you get to fuck me again."

"Oh, I fucking will," Sion answers assuredly, keeping eye contact when he takes Yushi's precum-covered fingers and licks them.

Over a week passed.

The school halls were crowded, with the scoreboard up on the big screen, names and numbers scrolling.

Sion’s posse around him: Jaehee chewing gum, Ryo bouncing on his heels, Riku snickering like he already knows.

They’re all shoving to see - shoulders bumping, everyone yelling.

“Bro, there!” Jaehee shouts.

“Sion, that’s you!” Ryo cackles, nearly headbutting someone.

Sion's sight darted where Jaehee and Ryo were looking, and holy bejesus - there it was, his name, in bold letters, high on the list. Higher than Sungchan.

"No effin' way~ ha ha!" Ryo smacks Sion's shoulder.

"Dude, you did it!" Jaehee bro dap up's Sion.

Then Riku spots someone in the crowd: "Yo, Sion. Sungchan's down there, bro," he drawls, pointing. "Your sworn enemy looks disappointed. Ha ha!"

Girls squealing, clapping, some hot chicks' hands on Sion, congratulating him, though he barely notices. All he’s doing is scanning the room for him.

Using his height advantage, Sion's head clears most people, and he spots Yushi standing by Sungchan.

Sungchan’s face? Pissed. Sharp eyes glaring at him.

Sion moves through the crowd, Ryo, Jaehee, and Riku hyping him up, trailing behind. He stops right in front of Sungchan.

"What? Gonna rub it in?" Sungchan scoffs, bitter. "Say it. I can fucking take it."

Sion looks him dead in the eye and coldly responds:

“I didn’t do it for you. You’re beneath me now.”

Sungchan's pompous demeanor breaks for a split second.

“You can have a shinier-car, steal my short-term girlfriends, or beat me on the track. But there’s something you’ll never win back,” Sion declares in confidence. Sungchan was puzzled.

"Never again." Then Sion grabs Yushi's wrist, pulls him close, and arm-slings around Yushi’s shoulders like it was the most natural thing.

And they walk past Sungchan, past the scoreboard, past the fucking crowd.

The students collectively gasp, and some dude whistles. Jaehee, Ryo, and Riku lose their fucking minds, whooping, clapping Sion on the back. Sion didn't care for the cheers. His eyes were transfixed on his prize. He tilted his head and kissed Yushi right there in the middle of the assemblage.

Not a slow and sweet kiss like in the ending of a rom-com. But a full-on fuck you kiss. Prompting louder cheers.

Yushi breaks away, after a hot minute, lips shiny, breath shaky, and leans into Sion's ear: “So… Where do you want to claim your reward?”

Sion beams, that oh so charming, prince-like smile, warmth filling his chest, and whispers:

“How about we go back to that dirty cubicle?”

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Chapter Text

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"Having fun?" A calm voice sliced through the quiet hum of the gaming setup. Sungchan's eyes shot to the door, his expensive headphones slipping down around his neck, in sight of his stepbrother, Yushi, who was leaning casually against the doorframe, wearing those ridiculously short shorts that showcased his long, flawless legs. It shouldn't have bothered Sungchan since, you know, he's straight- but it did, more than he would admit. Yushi had always been pretty. And Sungchan ain't blind.

"Yeah, uh, this computer build is pretty sweet," Sungchan stammered, gesturing vaguely at the setup in front of him. "I never had a gaming configuration this advanced. Please thank your mom for me."

Yushi strode gracefully into the room, an impish smile plastered on his lips that made Sungchan's heart race. Maybe it was the distracting way Yushi's hips swayed, or perhaps it was how promiscuously Yushi sat on his lap and took hold of his cordless mouse from his hand.

"You can thank her yourself," Yushi said, tinkering with the in-game settings. "Oh, and while you're at it, you can thank her for the new shiny sports car and your iPhone, too."

"Of course, I~I will," Sungchan couldn't help but huff out a breathy moan when Yushi shifted, the cleft of his stepbrother's ass swiping up against his growing bulge. What the hell? Sungchan's hands instinctively landed on Yushi's slim waist, but he didn't push him away. He didn't want to. Not when Yushi's slow, unsanctioned grinding sent sparks to his nether regions.

"Oh, and did she ever mention that it was all my recommendation?" Yushi continued, his tone mellow, as if he wasn't currently driving Sungchan out of his mind.

"Y-Yes, she did," Sungchan somehow was able to utter, despite Yushi's supple ass swirling atop his crotch. "She said it was all your idea, to~ahhh—"

Yushi chuckled softly, his fingers still moving over the keyboard. "Your dad mentioned you're failing math, amongst other subjects. Is that true?"

"Yes~y-yes~nghh," Sungchan gasped, his hips twitching helplessly as Yushi's warm, pillowy buns pressed harder against him. He was leaking now, boxer briefs clinging uncomfortably to his throbbing length.

"I can help you with that," Yushi muttered. The hint of an innuendo didn't go unnoticed. "Math, well, any subject for that matter, is pretty easy for me."

"Ye-Yeah?" Sungchan moaned, his fingertips digging into the younger's skin.

"Yeah," Yushi replied, pausing for effect. "... But that'll depend on your performance."

"Performance?" Sungchan's mind was a blur of confusion and arousal. "Wh-What do you~ahh, m-mean?" he asked, though he was hardly coherent at this point.

"Right. I forgot that I was talking to a jock," Yushi giggled sarcastically, but kept his eyes on the monitor. "Let me lay it out for you: Fuck me, prove your stamina and leave me satisfied," he prattled on, almost sing-songy, "~and I might help you."

Before Sungchan could respond, Yushi's gyrating arse picked up speed, the friction pushing him dangerously close to the edge. "Think you can do that, big bro?" Yushi taunted, uncaring of how much Sungchan was losing his shit.

"I... I... Ahhh... Fuck~" Sungchan groaned, his forehead resting against Yushi's upper back as his hips stilled and jerked uncontrollably. A series of muffled, involuntary cries fled from his lips, whilst making a mess in his underwear, jolting from each untimely tic.

"I'll take that as a yes," Yushi said simply, getting up on his feet as if nothing had happened. He glanced down at Sungchan's disheveled state with an amused smirk and knelt between his legs.

"You've only been in my house for a few weeks, and I already hear random girls screaming your name at night." Yushi began, his fingers toying with the waistband of Sungchan's soaked boxers. "It's either they're just pathetic, or you're packing a big one." He tugged the polyester fabric down slowly, revealing Sungchan's still-hard cock, bit by bit, splayed to the left, glistening with his own juices.

Yushi whistled lowly as he took Sungchan's sizeable member, feeling its substantial weight, and stroking it with practiced ease. "Well, well," he coos, and locks eyes with his stepbrother, bringing the blunt tip to his mouth. "Good for me that it's the latter."

Sungchan hissed as Yushi smacked the sensitive head repeatedly against his lolled tongue, smearing it with twines of cum. But then Yushi did the unthinkable and took a quarter of Sungchan's manhood into his mouth in one smooth motion, humming, swallowing around him without hesitation.

"Ahh, ahh, wait~gahhh!" Sungchan whimpered, his thighs shaking while Yushi sucked him with relentless precision. "Bro, bro~ahh," He tried to pull away, but Yushi held him firmly in place, bobbing his head with a speed that left Sungchan dizzy— "Ahh~God, ahhnghh, shh-shit!"

Gawk. Gawk. Gawk.

No woman had ever done this to him~ no one had taken him so deep or made him feel so utterly consumed. It was one of the many downsides of having a big dick: finding the right mouth that could take it. Hence Sungchan's awe, watching Yushi's throat bulge, mouth slobbering, progressively devouring two-thirds of his long-ass meat without so much as a gag.

"How can you take it that far?" Sungchan's fingers tangling in Yushi's hair, taking advantage of the moment, he propped himself on an armrest, hips lifting at an angle off the gaming chair, and commenced thrusting deeper into that eager, wet heat. *Glog. Glog.* Yushi hummed in response, the vibrations sending rousing shockwaves throughout Sungchan's rigid body.

And what made it worse was when Yushi's nose smashed onto his pubes, sniffing his musk, indicating that his stepbro successfully deepthroated him. All the way to the fucking base of his cock. "Ho-Holy shhiii~ahh!" No one has ever done that, not one girl he has hooked up with. Not. A. Single. One.

It was understandable, since Sungchan was way, way above average.

Yet, Yushi sucked him. He sucked him off good~ Too good.

He couldn't hold back anymore. With a guttural cry, cock smothered in spit, Sungchan came hard, his entire frame juddering, whilst dumping a huge load into Yushi's suctioning mouth. The first couple of spurts vandalize the younger's gullet before his dick was liberated with a pop.

"Shhhiiittt!" Sungchan moans, scrunching his stepbrother's locks, as jets of cum painted Yushi's angelic face and slurping tongue, and yet Yushi kept going, lapping up, sucking every last drop until Sungchan was spent and panting.

"Fuckin' hell," Sungchan whispered hoarsely, collapsing back into his chair. Yushi sat back on his heels, tongue coated in webs of fresh sperm, licking them between fingers with a triumphant grin.

And there was Sungchan, stupefied by this display of obscenity, quivering from the aftermath of his climax, catching his breath when Yushi stood, tipped in, and kissed him. "Mmmfff," Sungchan wanted to retch at contact as his stepbrother's tongue demanded room in his mouth.

His stomach churned from the unmistakable taste of his own cum. He loathed it. Wanted to detach himself, to gag -- but fear, or maybe curiosity, kept him rooted in place. His hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, unsure whether to push Yushi away or pull him closer.

He did not have much time to think about any of it when Yushi broke the kiss with a low chuckle. "What's the matter, big bro? Can't handle the taste of your own medicine?" They both knew how much Sungchan liked finishing in a woman's mouth. Yushi heard it countless times from his bedroom. Call it karma.

"Not so sweet, is it?" Yushi egged on, eyeing his stepbrother's ripped arms and impressive body. "Take your top off. Let me see you."

Sungchan wavered for a moment, but obeyed. He grabbed the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head, showing mouth-watering pecs and a shredded six-pack, damped by sweat -- a testament to hours spent in the gym, each curve and ridge meticulously sculpted. Yushi's gaze lingered, tongue darting out to wet his lips, enjoying Sungchan's majestic physique.

"C'mere, big boy," Yushi commanded. Wrapping his lithe fingers around Sungchan's dick, though half-hard, it still dwarfed his adolescent hand. He smiled and gave it a few lazy pumps. Sungchan's breath hitched, his knees buckling slightly as Yushi led him to the bed. He didn't resist. Wasn't sure why.

He was seated near the edge of the bed, slumped against the headboard. Yushi climbed onto the mattress, straddling him- hands roaming over his burly chest, tracing the contours of his abs, and lower to tuck the waistband of his knickers underneath his balls. "Tell me," Yushi murmured with a predatory edge, "have you ever been inside a guy?"

Sungchan shook his head, his throat dry. "No," he managed to choke out.

There was an instant wicked gleam in Yushi's eyes as he shimmied out of his bottoms. His cock sprang free, average in size, dribbling a steady flow of precum. Sungchan's view flickered downward, "Is this really happening? Am I about to have gay sex?" Heart pounding in his ribs while Yushi positioned himself above his pelvis.

"Don't worry, big bro," Yushi razzed, somewhat reassuringly. "This ain't my first rodeo. I'll walk you through it." He reached behind himself, guiding the crimson tip of Sungchan's cock to his hairless, prepped hole.

And right when the cockhead kissed the awaiting rim. "Wait~" Sungchan's bigger hands flew to Yushi's hips, halting him. "I-I can only cum twice. That's the most I can do. Please, give me some time to—"

His words were cut off as Yushi abruptly impaled himself on a third of Sungchan's length in one swift motion. *Squelch* A gruff moan escaped both of them as the bulky shaft stretched Yushi's tight hole. Too tight even.

"I really don't fucking care," Yushi whirred into a suggestive moan, gripping Sungchan's broad shoulders for balance, and gradually lowered himself some more. "Your dad pleases my mom in bed to get his mediocre ass out of the gutter. You'd be wise to do the same with me. That is, if you want to stay in this lavish kind of living, keep your new toys, and improve your grades in school!"

Was he being blackmailed into submission? If yes, then why does he like it? And if not, why does he want Yushi to?

Either way, his mind reeled from the truth. Yushi was right. His father had settled for comfort, not love - and now, Sungchan was expected to do the same. The lump in his throat wouldn’t budge, realizing the role he's meant to play in this new family. He despised it. He despised all of it.

But after having a glimpse of what it would feel like screwing his new stepbrother's perfect hole, it made it impossible to fight. Sungchan yields; his worldly desires drowned the guilt and shame.

Without another word, Sungchan lunged his hips upward, using his cum as lube, drilling his cock deeper into Yushi's scorching depths. *Plap. Plap. Plap.* The unmistakable slap of his pelvis meeting the plush flesh of Yushi’s jiggly ass echoed in rapid sequence. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, the sting of overstimulation bordering on raw, aching ecstasy.

"Goddamn. I’m actually fucking my stepbrother!"

The once–almighty king of SM High, now just a glorified human dildo for a scheming little twink. Life indeed has a way of turning things around. Still, this was his reality - a small price to pay for the luxury he’d swaddled himself in.

"That's what I thought... You piece of shit!" Yushi sneered, seeing the struggle in Sungchan's eyes, and the way he endured the sensitivity of climaxing back-to-back. "Stop slacking and put your back into it!" Yushi barked, slapping Sungchan across the face to provoke him.

"Hey, did you hear me?"*SMACK* he slaps him again. "I said: Put your fucking back into it!!"

Triggered, Sungchan gritted his teeth, planted his feet on the mattress, and lashed his hips upward with renewed vigor—strong enough for Yushi to recoil high and slam back down onto his massive, jizz-greased erection. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and sensual clatters.

"Fuck, yes! That's what I'm talking about~ give it to me, big boy! Tear that cunt!" Yushi cried out, holding onto the headboard for support as Sungchan pounded into him with no finesse. Poorly hitting what he deemed to be Yushi's prostate again and again.

“This? This is all you got? My fingers could fuck me better than your stupid cock. How do you even get those sluts moaning for you when you fuck like this? Harder, you dumb fucking brute. Fuck me harder!”

Sungchan was sweating profusely. Hearing that he was failing at something he believed he excelled at hurt his pride. It was written all over his face, and Yush reveled in it.

"Do you want to stay in this fucking house, hmm? Keep your expensive gadgets?" Yushi taunted, rising in pitch as lust overtook him. "Then you'd better ensure that I'm pleased... Pound that shittt~ HARDER! Faster!! Deeper!!!"

And with that, the air was immediately congested with louder rackets of coitus, as Sungchan's jacked arm muscles tensed, seizing Yushi's hips, to pull him down onto his flushed cock with each vigorous thrust. Their bodies bumped together, drawing long, glistening strings of slick that clung and broke with every hard snap of their privates.

"Ahh, ahh, it feels so fucking good!" Sungchan blurts out in a whim. His lower body, almost a blur with how fast he was going~dick bathed in wads of froth, and sperm rings gathering explicitly at the base. The motions became more and more frantic as he neared the edge. "God, you're so tight, Yushi-ah," he moaned out loud, when that familiar knot tightened in his abdomen.

"Gonna come for me, big guy?" Yushi teased, clenching his rim around the barging appendage, milking him for every feral motion.

Sungchan nodded furiously, his breath coming in shallow gasps, teetering on the brink. He groped Yushi's ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and slammed into him one final time, his release crashing over him like a big, red firetruck—rash and devastating. *SPLURTTT*

"That's it! Give me all that cum!" Yushi screamed, riding out Sungchan's staggering orgasm with wild abandon, as thicker ropes of semen flooded his insides, spilling out around Sungchan's wet cock, and swaying balls sack, till it was dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

Sungchan moaned throughout, coming for nearly half a minute. It was crazy.

"What a good little dildo," Yushi cooed once the climactic tremors weakened, patting Sungchan's damp hair like a dog that had performed a trick particularly well. "This is what all those annoying bitches were missing out on. Sucks for them, I am the only one who could bring all this cum out of you..." Sungchan was speechless. Breathing hard. His whole body was drenched in sweat. Every muscle was on fire, glowing and highlighted in the sunlight.

"... Now, open up." Yushi ominously notes.

Sungchan was still reeling from the intensity of his third climax when Yushi pried his mouth open. With submissive puppy eyes, Sungchan looked up, gawking at Yushi, who was fisting his own dick in haste. And in mere seconds, Yushi came undone, his release splattering all over Sungchan's face and agape chops in viscous streams.

Each spurt made Sungchan flinch, the taste and texture making his gut flip in revulsion. But kept his mouth ajar, thinking about what he could gain from this preposterous arrangement. So he took everything Yushi gave him like the obedient fucktoy he had become.

"That's a good boy," Yushi cooed, as if concluding their initial session.

Sungchan was relieved that it was over... Or is it?

"Stay there, and let me use this big, fat cock!"

Sungchan had no time to process the words before Yushi fucked himself onto his overworked dick. The sudden assault sent a sharp jolt of pain through Sungchan, tearing an anguished cry from his core~ "No, no, please, Yushi~ please stop! It hurts. It fucking hurts!" Sungchan shouted, attempting to lift the younger off.

But Yushi was persistent, bouncing on his barely softened, numb cock with a rough, punishing rhythm. The sound of Yushi's ass cheeks clapping resounded through the golden-lit room, a pornographic symphony that left Sungchan wheezing for oxygen.

"You still don't get it, do you? You might be the big dog in school, but here, you’re just a tool I use to get off. Now shut up, and fill my pussy one more time!" Yushi growled, doubling down on his ministrations. His hips moved quicker, bashing down harder. The sheer intensity of it made Sungchan's vision hazy, coinciding with his exhausted muscles spasming out of control, he felt another wave of orgasm building -- "How is it even possible?" Sungchan writhed below, hands clawing everywhere, finding some purchase on the wrinkled linens, as his dick ticked back to full hardness, like it had a mind of its own.

Is it because Yushi was too tight? Too skilled?

Or was he just simply under his little stepbrother's malicious spell?

His raspy breathing escalates as the bed rattles from the intense fucking, "God, you'll break my fucking dick, bro!" Sungchan shrieked at the top of his lungs, feeling his veiny cock swell and thicken further. *Plap. Plap. Plap.* In mere seconds, his chiseled abs flexed, and he started to convulse, ejaculating yet again. Two or three viscid ropes shot deep inside Yushi. Though it was scarce, the force of it made him moan to the heavens. Quite possibly the best climax of his entire life.

But just when Sungchan thought it was all he had left, he felt something else - something terrifying. "Y-Yushi, l-let me pull out! I'm g-gonna pee!"

Yushi's dark smile widened. "Do it. Pee inside me!" Instead of hopping off his stepbrother's horse-shaft, he clenched his semen-splodged rim and rode him recklessly. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh~Yushiii!!" Sungchan didn't have the strength to fight. Losing all control, his bladder caved in, hosing a deluge of clear-yellow fluid that gushed into Yushi's battered hole.

"Good God," Sungchan howled, shuddering violently as urine poured out, creating puddles of piss on the mattress. Yushi groaned in chorus, a high-pitched sound of pure euphoria, as he was filled to the brim with warm liquid. His 2nd release came unbidden, splattering onto Sungchan's underjaw, neck, and fucked out face.

"Ahhh! Fuckkk~" Yushi bit his lip and pinched his tits, while they rode out their erotic highs.

The room was a hot mess~ reeking of the pungent odor of sweat, cum, and piss. But neither cared.

Yushi slows his movements. Sungchan's cock eventually softened and slipped out of him, followed by a blend of white and golden excretion spewing from his gaping entry, an unholy testament to what they had just done.

"That was..." he was about to speak, to compliment his stepbrother for being able to push past his limit, stopping mid-sentence when he recognized that Sungchan was out cold, either asleep or had lost consciousness from sheer exhaustion. Yushi laughed, smug and victorious, knowing that he had found a new playmate who would help satisfy his sexual appetites...

— at least until someone better came along.

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⬆️ Just wanted to throw a recent snippet of Sungchan x Sion here ⬆️